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VOL I. LICHT AT EVENTIDE. The .lay had bedn, oh! so dreary, With its tempest—winds and rain: I laid longed for otto ray of sunshine, But ail day long in "vain; And the night was closing round mo Lonely and cold and gray, As I sat by the window watching The death of the dreary day. I opened toy mother's Bible, And on its page I read What one of the grand old prophets In time of trouble said— The sweet and comforting faith promise, That bids ns in abide, When tiie day is dark with tempest— "There’ll be light at eventide.” Lot, as I read the chapter. Dear to each trusting heart— The clouds above the hilltops Suddenly broke apart. Bright with unearthly beauty The valley stretched away, And God’s sunshine was all about me, At the dose of the dreary day. —Eben E. in The Love or Lucre. “Of course I have not married him because I was in love with him,” said May Harriott, with a light laugh. She was sitting in a gold-and-duu- colored boudoir, hung with silken tinted uraphries, and carpeted in pale gray Aubusson,bordered with scarlet. The windows were tilled full of flower¬ ing-plants, ail exquisite statue of llehe occupied a marble. pedestal in the mi dtil 0 of the room, and the panels of the walls, filled in with mirrors, niotidC. re¬ flected the young bride’s every a score of times. Mrs. Harriott was dressed in a Wat¬ teau . wrapper of .rose-colored silk, which fell around her in pink clouds, pale Neapolitan corals, carved so delicately that a magnifying-glass would not have put them to the blush, hung from her delicate ears, and clasped the folds of tulle at her throat, diamonds glittered on her fingers, and the tiny handkerchief peeping from her pocket was edged with lace that would have made a princess’ ransom! And May’s face, all lilies and' roses, with the glory of gold hair I floating away from it, was a jewel well worth all this expensive setting. Flora Field, her old schoolmate, sat opposite to her, secretly envious of all this splendor, and wondering that May Haven, who had taught in the same district school as herself, was not more elated by this sudden pro¬ motion. “Well, then,” said she, “why did you marry him?” “Because 1 was poor and he was rich. Because I was tired of teaching, and he offered me all this!” And May glanced around upon the luxuries that surrounded her. “Nobody could be foolish enough to suppose it was a love-match.” said she.. “He’s ever so much older than I am, and not at all my ideal! But I couldn’t drudge on forever at my pro¬ fession, and I think I’ve made a lucky exchange.” “May you are a heartless coquette!” cried out Flora Field. “No, J am not,” said May, with a shake of the lovely golden curls. “You would do just the same thing yourself, Flora Field, if you had the chance; you know you would.” And as May laughed out a sweet, defiant chime, she did not know that her silly words had had another auditor than Flora Field—that the door lead¬ ing into the rich banker’s study was ajar, and that he had heard every syllable she spoke. It was quite true that Frederick Harriott was not a young man. He had passed the Bubicon of middle age before he had allowed himself to fall fa love .»d marry—and the fluo.e burned all the deeper and more tender, iu that the wood was mellowed by age! He lard looked upon Hay. little less than an angel, and now- “I should have known this before,” he said to himself, with ashen-pale faee and trembling limbs. “I should j have Lave divined that spriim SpriUg and autumn were unsuited. So—she married me for my money?” “May,” he said that evening, “I have tickets for the opera tonight. Would you like to go?” “No, I don’t think I care about it,” said May, listlessly. “Then we will remain at home ami I will read you that flew poem,” sug¬ gested the husband. “I am tired of poetry,” pettishly retorted May. “I do wish you would leave me to enjoy myself in my own way once in a while!” “Do I bore you, May?” Frederick Harriott asked with an inexplicable quiver in his voice. “Awfully! I’m just in the midst of rrrv TRIBUNE. I v a* Don’t Give Up tlao Slilp.” BUC HANAN GA> FRIDAY, APRIL 1. 1SHS. this delightful story, ami I can’t bear to be interrupted.” “Very well. The offense shall not bo repeated,” said Mr. Harriott, . . <lull>t Alter that a subtle ami smblen change came over Ins whole ltfe He was as courteous an attentive to Ins voting wife as ever, but May felt that nil he heart and sou! were gone out of the little courtesies, the serupul- ously -i emhtred attentions, For awhile she rather liked it. was a.relief to teel that Ins eye was not always on her, Ins thoughts fob lowing her. She could go where she pleased now, and lie asked no qnes- 10 ‘V ‘ l® could employ hei time o ‘ lally^ihe s „ ‘kV began L, to lealtze !° k + that 'i she Ti luut i ost ..01 ttlnngwliuh "as not easily to .ie rep r need.. JTAVnoH had regarded • her hns- ' »y 1 oaui s ove as one ot the fixed polar 151 I 1 _°'‘_ r L liei X1 f hca.t f’ w.c n 11 slif- Indy p.'ii'eiM*' lia.it was somehow slipping uyviiF row her. Fmedenck she said one evening, . sitting opposite fit her husband, have j. or.emiea you. I.e glanced caielessh up from lus “Offended me, May? Why, wliat a ridiculous idea! Of course you haven’t offended me.” “I—I thought your manner some- what different of late,” faltered the young wife, bending her head closer over her embroidery. “One can’t keep 011 the honeymoon gloss forever,” said the banker, indif- feieutly. Uife is full of antitheses; and love is the strangest complexity in life, For, as May Harriott grew strength- dled in the idea that her husband was oeasing to adore her after the old idolatrous fashion, she began to fall in love with the one she had married for money. Frederick Harriott was not young, hut he was iu the prime of middle age. He was not boyishly handsome like the wax heads May had seen in tiie bar herd shop windows, but he had the port and mien of a prince. All women are prone to hero worship, and our lit- tie May was no exception to the ordinary rule. For the first, time in ber life site was falling in love,—and with her own husband. A few weeks only elapsed when a crisis in the banking business rendered it imperatively necessary that Mr. Harriott should go to Vienna for two or three months. Poor, May looked aghast as her husband mentioned his intentions to her in the same cool, matter-of-fact way in which he might have criticised the weather. “Going to Vienna!” she gasped. “Oh, Frederick!” ( 6 My dear child it is a mere baga¬ telle of a journey! One doesn’t mind travel nowadays. I shall not be later than November in returning.” . • But—1 may go with you!” .. You? My dear, don’t think of it. My travel will necessarily be too rapid to think of encumbering myself with a companion. I must go and come with the greatest speed!” May said nothing more, but there was a blur before her eyes, a sicken¬ ing sensation of despair at her heart. He cared no more for the society which had been dear to him once. Oh, what had she done to forfeit the love that had once been poured out so fondly on her life? It was a rainy June twilight when the banker, wrapped in a deadnauglit coat, and with his traveling-cap pulled down over his eyes,paced up and down the deck of the steamer Galatea, heed- !«. of all the t,remit of »-ei s l,i„ g anchors. Through the misty dusk he tried vainly to catch the ghostly out- H»~.» the erty aj.irea-.lre oily that Be 1 '! his young "lie. will be happy enough without me, he tol J h »a»elf, Bitterly She has her mother and sister with her. She bade me adieu without a tear,and absence it may be that my continued will Wh her to think less coldly of me. Dear little May—sweet spring blossom—my prayers may reach you, if my love cannot!” And, as the steamer plowed her way onward and the darkness deepened, Frederick Harriott went below. To his infinite surprise, the state¬ room he had engaged for his own be¬ half aucl use was not empty. A lady sat there, with veiled face and droop¬ ing head. Frederick Harriott paused in surprise—the figure rose up, and, throwing aside its veil, revealed the blue, starry eyes and pale cheeks of May herself! “Oh, Frederick, pardon me!” she sobbed, throwing herself into his arms; “but I gould not let you go aloue! I love you, Frederick. 1 can- not live without void U hen I thought , , being aloue, perhaps ill, 0 you in u strange bind, thought should lose my senses. Dear husband, te that you are not angry with me? And she burst into a flood of tears My own AK-y-my wtiS-my love Close close to n.y heart tor evermore! And that n as all he sanl .invi a\en had married tor . money; May Harriott had learned the secret ot lote. - WHERE U TTLE_THINCS ^ COUNT. j, uch A(lo hl Ttt .„ m s it ti ,,ks Over »» Error »f Forty-Kiv«. ......... * Bookkeeping has been reduced to suc]l ail exact science in the big met- ro polita U hanks that the clerks are ex- pected to strike a correct balance at the dose of each day’s work, no mat- ter if the transactions run into the millions «r dollars. When the f a ;i to balance, the whole force of die hank is put t > work to discover error, and 110 clerk starts for home until it is discovered ' whether amounts to two cents or #2000. erally a quarter of an hour will bring the mistake tonight, but sometimes the hunt is kept up until lata into the night. bucli a search was being conducted in a New York bank located in vicinity of Wall street. Forty-five cents were missing. At six o’clock not a trace of the errant sum had been discovered. Dinner was sent in for the whole force from an adjoining res- tanrant, and after half an hour’s rest the search was again taken up. Mid- night came, but still 110 clew, so sand- wiches and coffee were served. “Hello!” said a clerk. “The Blank National people are working tonight too. Guess*they’re iu the same box.” Sure enough, the windows of die hank across the street were brilliantly lighted. The incident was soon for- gotten when the wearying hunt after that elusive forty-five cents was re- suined. Shortly after one o’clock in the morning, as they were about to give up for the night, aloud rapping was heard at the front door of the bank. “Hello! Hello! What’s the noth ter?” called the cashier through the key-hole. “Matter, you chumps. Why,we’ve got your blamed old forty-five cents! Come along home to bed!” Outside stood the crowd of clerks from the neighboring bank. It up- peared that, in making a cash trail- saction, one of the hanks had paid the other forty-five cents too much. As a result half a hundred men had worked for nine hours, and the search was only ended then because a bright clerk, noticing the light in tho hank oppo¬ site, shrewdly guessed the cause, hunted up the cash slip, and discov¬ ered the error.—Harper’s Bound Table. Th<»n They Smiled. A little boy from California who has been about a great deal was spend¬ ing the holidays with his Washington cousins. He lias enjoyed the sights of the capital, but he hasn’t permitted himself to be in the slightest degree overawed by anything he lias seen. His cousins took him—“carried” him, they said of it themselves—to the national museum one day, and called his attention to the great log of petri¬ fied wood lying just outside the door. The little Californian had been a little depressed, but lie brightened up at the sight. “I’ve seen a whole tree like that,” he said. J, ''“’rme " • . , • . . whole forest of trees . ves t ” went on the vouna , , ^ ■ \ v.leutb , ,,,, ( , ,• ‘ fornift boy n on g > whole woods of putre- . ‘ _, ifl .* ,.y„ aui ‘ i thev’s ‘'efiedb„'ds . sitting aid- ; P u on em, au< l with one last effort to disturb the calm self-satisfaction of his com¬ panions, “they’re singing putrefied songs, too.”—Washington Post. The Light of the House. Mr. Bomanz—I tell you what, a baby brightens up the house, and that’s a fact. Mr. Fractikel—Yes; we’ve had to keep the gas burning all night ever since ours was born.— Philadelphia Record. Lobsters have a great dread of thun¬ der, and when peals are very loud will swim to deeper water. QUEER AMERICAN R A :.RS. One Florida Stream That seems t cldeil What la t><». F. II. Spearman tells of “Queer American llivers”iu St. Nicholas. The author says: Kvery vftriet y of river in the wmld ( ' ' ' " fttCe ()f tll f lob ;, lffortl8 8 J h an ;ls . sortmeut 0 streanis for ifshim- and boating and swimming and skating— ..',' j \ . ,] os *hiiviii"- i b anv nuiuhcr of sti\ ‘these 1US 011 vllic yoll , a n do none of things* ive?s iike 'One can w^ hardly inui- ine i them,’as lhaf ’but have them 1)1#uty of yon sliaU sec. As for fishing, fifes the American hoy mav cast his for salmon in the Arctic circle, or angle for sharks under „ tropical sun in Florida, without leaving ‘but the domain of the American thig. the fishing rivers are not the. most curious, nor the most in- structive as to diversitv of climate, soil, and that sort of tiling-physical geography, the teacher <alls it. For instance, if you want i<> get a good idea of what'tropical heat and moisture will do for a country, slip your canoe from a-Florida steamer into the Ocklawalia river. It is as odd as its name, and appears to b e hopelessly undecided as to whether it had better continue in the fish and al- lig'utor and drainage business, or de- vote itself to raising live oak and cv- press trees, with Spanish moss for undresses as a side product. In this fickle-minded state it does a little of all these things, so that when you are really iu on the river von think you are lost the woods, and when you actually get lost in the woods,you is' are quite confident your canoe at last 011 the river. This confusion is due to the low, flat country, and the luxuriance of a tropical vegetation. To say that such a river overflows its hanks would hardly he correct ; for that would imply that it was not behav- mg itself; besides, it hasn’t any banks — or, at least, very few! The fact is, those peaceful Florida rivers seem to wander pretty much where they like over the pretty peninsula without giving offense; but if Jack Frost takes such a liberty—presto! you should see how the people get after him with weather bulletins and danger signals ami formidable smudges. So the Ock- iawalia river and a score of its kind roam through the woods—or maybe i( is the woods that roam through them—and the moss sways from the liveoaks, and the cypress trees stick their knees up through the wa or in the oddest war imaginable, Swallowing S»uttons. When children swallow buttons, coins or other foreign bodies, it seems to be a natural impulse for their mothers to at once administer a pur¬ gative. Castor oil or the like is usually given under the'idea of facili¬ tating the expulsion of the object from the intestines; hut this is exactly the wrong course to pursue. Purga¬ tives should not he given. They only tend to make matters worse, for they increase the natural movements of the intestines and make the entanglement of the object in some loop of the bow¬ els all the more liable. To adopt an entirely reverse proceeding is the proper mode of treatment, giving a diet which is more constipating than otherwise, for the aim should be to lessen the movements of the intes¬ tines, and to cause the foreign body to become imbedded in the food gi ;en. Solid diet, such as bread and butter, mashed potatoes, rice pudding, por¬ ridge and custards, with as little fluid as possible, should he given. I 11 most cases this course of treatment will he effective; then give a dose of oil after the foreign body has been expelled, but not before.—New Ideas. IInbl>it Scalps Costly. The authorities of Sumner county, Kan., have drained the treasury in paying a bounty on rabbit Scalps, and will appeal to the state authorities to take up the work of exterminating this pest by offering a bounty for jack rabbit scalps. O 11 Nov. 1 a bounty of three cents was put upon rabbits, and it was to hold good until March 1-, but in Janu¬ ary it was called off. The scalps came in by hundreds and thousands, and toward the last the treasurer was pay¬ ing out on rabbit account between $400 and $500 a day. The farmers of Sumner county turned in an aggregate of 158,514 scalps at a cost to the county of $4755.42. Iu spite of the war waged against them the number of rabbits shows uc great decrease. NO. 1T, EiONDED MEN CLOSELY WATCHED. Kn* Security Coiiipaniea Keep Tail «»» Ttiose They \ ouelt For. I The theory of the big security com— panics, who*derive their profits from guaranteeing the honestv of young men who ltohl responsible positions i„ the mercantile world, that an ounce of ; ]U . ovelltion is worth a poun ,i D f cure, | does not only apply to those who have a penchant for betting their own ami frequently their employer’s cash on the races, but is a proverb that works all the year round. While the fre- qnent iLerful prosecution of defaulters is a ! aid in assisting others to re- sist temptation, yet the security eora- 'there. panics are not satisfied with resting They find it cheaper to pay ; detectives to be continually on the wateli than to lock the door.us it were, ! after the horse lias gone. The sleuths arc St. Louis men of long residence, " ho know by sight tli • majority of their employers’clients.and the watch 1 keep over them is far stricter than the watched imagine. For in- stance, since the tht-utrical season be- Upend ! ;-- n two men have been detailed to their evenings in frequenting the all-night restaurants that are ! favored by ambitious young men who want to live tweuty-lour hours of the twenty-four. Particularly do they direct their at- tention to youths wlio have a pen- chant for things theatrical. The spies, for spies they are, do not look like the Uoal thief-catcher; in fact, they would , rather bo taken for about ; men town, : "ho are out for a night’s frolic and “hang the expense.” One of the most ■ active of the corps of detectives is to ' 'found most frequentlyin oneof the Ug all-niglit resorts that is almost en- tirely given over to the feminine con- | tmgent of stageland after the mid¬ i nignt hour. With their local ac- quaintances they sip their champagne 1111 M the early hours,and their escorts arc, iu the majority of cases, young fellows who hold salaried positions of responsibility. Little Mr. Sleuth, sit- ting quietly over in one corner, is ap- pmentlv paying all his attention to il ^ e an d rabbit. But in reality he is making mental notes of how many bottles of wine his prey is opening and the general drift of the conversation j* ' ie touches upon his business life, The next morning the security com¬ pany which lias vouched for the young man’s honesty is in full possession of the facts, If they are sufficiently damaging a little note is indited to the young man, and also to his employer, stating that the bond made by the company is can¬ celed. The result is generally dismis¬ sal for the employe, and lie never knows Hurt it all came from the fact that he blew himself like a good fellow for Tottie Footlights. Seriously, the security companies find that the de¬ tective service more than repays them. As the theatrical season grows apace, of course, the activity of the sleuths will increase, but already the plan has been productive of results that would astound the outsider if he only knew. —St. Louis Republic. The Dreaded Comes to Pass. “Hush, now; your shoes squeak! Take them off.” “Do you think he is asleep?” “Yes, but don’t breathe. Now- wait. ” “How dark the house is. Can’t X light it up a little?” “Sli-li! Certainly not. He would hear the match. Come.” “Hang the stairs! How they creak!” “Step softly. Don’t stumble.” “Where are you?” “Keep quiet. Don’t breathe so loud. ” “I-I cau’t help it. I can’t hold it in.” “Sh-li-h!” “Hang that chair!” “Now you’ve gone anddone it! The baby is awake!”— Cleveland Plain Dealer. Avoirdupois ami Marriage. Capt. William Hudson of Missouri and his wife together weighed over 700 pounds and were supposed to be the largest married couple in the United States, if not in the world. Captain Hudson died recently, leaving an ex¬ tensive estate consisting mainly of coal mines. He commanded a com¬ pany in the Twelfth Kentucky regi¬ ment during the civil war. One Way. Rev. Longnecker—I wish I could think of some way to make the con¬ gregation keep their eyes on me dur¬ ing the sermon. _ Little Tommy—Pa, you want to jmfc the clock Tight behind the pulpit.— Boston Traveler.