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A WINTER WOOING, Gness I reckoned that I’d never Pop that question t’ Mira inly. First I tried to was one summer, Settin’ on her dad’s veraudy. Then one August, too, I thought I’d Ask her, in the clover medder; Had a set speech; but somehow she looked too oold to take the header. Next time wuz th’ slidin’ party Out at Crawford’s; an’ Mirandy Said she'd slide if I could find a Extra-sized toboggan handy. That jest set me tinglin’, so I Asked her if she’d go a’ joggin’ Withmyarm8 around her, slidin* Right along on life’s toboggan. Then Mirandy smiled her sly way, With the color all a-buddin’ In her cheeks; an’ said as how the Question took her kind o’ sudden Like, an’ left her without breath t’ Say a word; but guessed the (lyin’ Down th’ bill, with winter blowin' In your face, wuz rather try in’. But she whispered if I’d steer her, Jest as straight an' jest as clever, Down life’s groove as that toboggan, She would slide with me forever If I’d always guard her, keepin’ ’Round my arms fer safe protection; Watqhin’ fer the bumps an’ strivin’ Always in th’ right d’rection. So we dim 1 ed th’ hill, while all th’ Stirs that winked above and hovered Slipped behind th’ clouds an’ told th’ Other stars what they’d discovered And with Mandy’s eyes t’ light me Di nth’ hill, I’ve found the joggin’ Ji it uz pleasant, ’n’ as easy A , that night on that toboggan. —Charles G. Jlogers, in Outing. C0Y0TE-THAT-BITES. Not every Apache can get his fill of blood before sun-up, and bis fill of mescal before noon. Yet Coyote-That-Bites had managed to achieve both these delight¬ ful ends, and of all the happy savages on the Colorado desert he was the most riotously, tumultuously happy. With what keen delight he had drawn his sharp blade across the throats of Jose Sanchez and his wife after he had stolen into their wagon in the gray dawn, and what thrills of joy shot through his breast when he silenced the yells of their two little children with the butt end of their father's own rifle. And then, when he had taken what gold was in the Mexican's bag, what mesca! was in the demijohn, and had strapped Jose’s rather loose fitting cartridge belt about his sun- brown body, with what fierce pleasure he stole away from the scene of his bloody work, and with tho Mexican’s rifle on his shoulder, had wandered far down the dry arroyo, sipping from the demi¬ john the stupefying juice of the agave from time*to time, until he felt that he was growing drowsy. Then he had dragged his uncertain way along, until he had come to the railroad track. He stared stupidly at the bright steel rails, and ah looked up at the humming wires in awed sort of way. He would like to lie there behind the rocks, he thought, until some one should come along the track, and then try a shot at him with his newly ac¬ quired .weapon. The demijohn was growing light aud the rifle was growing heavy. Well, it was getting toward noon, and rather warm, even for an Apache, and he would lie down in the shade of the rocks over there and rest. The humming of the wires is a sooth¬ ing sound, and no sooner had his head touched the earth than sleep took a mighty hold upon him, and wiped out his realizing sense of joy, as sleep has a way of doing with everybody that has anything to be joyful for. And so he lay, with the rifle by hi3 side, and bis unspeakably hideous face turned up to¬ ward the blue that arched the desert. It was quiet there and restful—no sound save the music of the wires. Stay, there were other sounds; but they came some time after Covote-That-Bites had thrown himself upon the sand, and gone off to the Land of Nod. They came faintly at first, and mingled with the murmurings of the wires. Surely they were the voices of children. Had the red beast been awake he might have imagined that they were the haunting voices of the wee Mexican chil¬ dren whose blood he had so ruthlessly shed that morning. But he heard them not. They were very far from being ghostly voices anyway—those tones that now piped iorth so merrily as Dubs and Gay trudged down the line. They were walking in the scoop out along the road bed—not on the track, for that was for¬ bidden. There were other things that were for¬ bidden, too, and one of them was stray¬ ing so far away from the station. But Dubs was “taking good care” of his three year-old sister, and in the pride of his six full years he was equal to the care of half a dozen such as Gay. To give Dubs all due credit, he did not know he was half a mile from home, and he really was going to turn back pretty soou. But the children had found manj interesting and beautiful things to claim their attention. First there had been a chase after a young owl that could not fly, and that made its way along in the most haphazard mannner imaginable. Then a horrid toad had been captured, and Dubs had dragged the disgusted prisoner along by a string, until he had tired of the sport and had let him go again. Then, always keep¬ ing close to the railroad, they had en¬ tered a great field of cacti, where Dubs had tried very hard to pick “toonies” without getting the insidious, needle- likc spines in his fingers. He was fairly Successful, but he would not let the fruit of the cactus go into his sister’s chubby hands until it had been stripped of its dangers by bis ready jack-knife. “’F I on’y had turn matches to build a fire wiv,” sighed Dubs, “I’d burn off vese prickles, jus' like ve Injuns does.” “O-ol” came suddenly from under Gay's sunhonnet, “Wot’s dat?” “W'y it's a jugl” and Dubs left the “toonies” and started towards the of rock where lay the Coyote’s demijohn, and where also lay the Coyote himself. The two trudged up the little slope, and Dubs grasped the handlo of the demijohn, only to let it drop again and spring back quickly with Gay in his arms. For ho had caught sight of the Coyote, and he was smitten with a sud¬ den desire to go home. But he saw the Indian did not move, and so he suddenly became very brave. Ho was certainly sound asleep, and no more to be feared than papa, whon he lay on his lounge in his midday repose. Then, too, Dubs was quite sure he was “worky Injun,” like the Yaquis who shoveled and picked on the railroad, and so his mind became wholly at ease, The Coyote’s cartridge belt, which lmd been so loosely strapped, had fallen off, and lay by bis side. There were a hundred very interesting bits of brass sticking in it, and the children soon had these scattered all about in the sand by the snoring Coyote. In the scramble for her share of the innocent toys, Gay let one of them drop on the Coyote’s leg. Perhaps the mescal’s influence was on the wane, for a big brown knee was thrust quickly up from the sand and a big brown hand clutched the ugly knife at the Coyote’s side; but the hand fell, and the noble red man snored on. Dubs tried on the cartridge belt and became an Indian, all but the indis¬ pensable knife, and he concluded to that from the sleeper, whose fingers had lost their grip on the buck- horn handle. ‘ ‘It’s bigger’n Mommie’s butcher knife, ain’t it. Gay? the young savage asked, as he grasped the handle of the ’tand devlish- looking blade. “Now you over vere an’ I’ll get ’hind vis wock. Yen you turn along, an’ I’ll jump out and kill you.” Gay demurred. “Oh,it’s on’y make b’leve. Vesekind o’ Injuns don’ kill nobody,” aud he stuck a contemptuous finger toward the inno¬ cent Coyote. “It’s on’y ’Paches ’at kills, an’ vey’s none yound here, Mom- mie says. I’m a ’Pache, so you better look out.” It was dubious sport for Gay, and when it came to the killing part she screamed lustily. “You’ve woked him up an’ ’poiled it all;” said Dubs in a tone of accusation. “Now he’ll want his knife.” Sure enough the Coyote That-Bites did shake his brown legs and arms quite vigorously,but the last two big swallows of mescal held him down. So, after turning over, and burying his hatchet¬ like face in the sand, be lay quiet again. When he had thus turned over, was brought into view the rifle, which had been concealed by his dirty blanket. Dubs eyed the weapon with covetous eyes. He could not withstand the temp¬ tation of feeling it all over, standing it up on its butt, and trying to shoulder it, but this last feat ho could hardly accom¬ plish. Just what it was that kept bis fingers off the trigger, and prevented a sound that would surely have brought the Coyote to his feet with a yell, I am sure I cannot tell; but Dubs played with that fascinating weapon tor nearly an hour, while Gay poured sand over the cartridges, hiding nearly all of them from view. By this time the sun’s rays were on the long slant, and the children were very hungry. By this time, too, the Apache was growing restless, for the mescal had nearly lost its grip upon him. A train thundering by, or, much less, a “swift” brushing against his black foot, a spider dropping on bis leg, or even a big fly buzzing at his eye—any of these would have set his demon force into play again. But the children could not wait for such demonstrations as these, though why it did not occur to Dubs that the Coyote’s ear needed tickling with a grease-wood twig, the Lora only knows. The wind was up, and the wires were murmuring louder than ever. The wee ones had sported in the black shadows long enough—had played with the fangs of the deadly serpent until they were tired and their stomachs were empty. So they set off on a trot for home. Just as they turned the bend and came in sight of the low roof of the station, a “dust-devil” swept by the rocks where lay the Covote-That-Bites. He jumped to his feet, grasped his empty sheath, gave a mad whoop, and stared about in feverish rage. There was his knife, half-covered by the sand, and there was his rifle, far from his side. Here was the cartridge-belt, empty, and all about him in the sand were countless little foot-prints A bewildered look stole over bis face, but it passed away when his eye rested on the empty demijohn. The expression that replaced it was one of demoniacal ferocity, and the lust of slaughter lay heavily upon him. But the cartridges, —where were they? He saw Gay’s mound of sand, and kicked it, gave a grunt of delight to see the brazen cap¬ sules that were scattered right aud left by his foot. He picked them all up, grunting over eaeh one. Filling the belt and grasping his rifle, he started off in the direction in which the small footprints led. Like a bloodhound, be chased along the track. His eyes scanned the plain at every turn, and his breath was hot and strong. But when he turned the big curve aud saw the station, he knew that he was late—too late—and he gave a grunt of disgust, and was off like the wind over a side trail that led toward the sunset. In the low-roofed station-house the mother crooned to tired little Gay, lying so soft and limp in her arms. She looked out over the desert, saw the sun touch¬ ing the tips of the solemn giant cacti with purple dots; saw the prickly peer shrubs, holding their grotesque arms above the great sweep of saud that ran down to the low horizon, and felt the inspiration of the scene as she had often felt it before. For the desert has a beauty that is all its own. She knew that other women in the great cities,and in the cool, green valleys, might pity her in that desolate spot, but she felt that she needed not their pity. Dubs came and leaned his head against her arm, where she sat, and little Gay nestled down with a tired sigh. Yes, there was much, sho thought, for which to bo thankful. And. in truth, there was .—Frank B. Millard in the Overland. The Cliff Dwellers. The people oi Colorado are preparing to give their young and thriving State a good showing before the eyes of the world at the Chicago Columbian Exposi¬ tion, and it is probable that its exhibit will be one of the most interesting to be seen. Mining affairs will be strikingly exemplified, of course, for Colorado leads the States in its output of the precious metals, and the illustration of themodern mining processes of drilling, boring, blasting, lifting, separating and smelt¬ ing, with electrical appliances will be a sight worth seeing. But mining will not be the only Colorado feature exhibited at Chicago. The cliff and cave dwell¬ ings, the former homes of a once active and enterprising, and now vanished peo¬ ple, will also be illustrated in so perfect and minute a manner as to afford to stu¬ dents and investigators all the facts that the subject affords for the solution of the strange problem. The canyons of Mon¬ tezuma County abound in these curious dwellings, in which are found the still undecayed roof and floor timbers, frag¬ ments of baskets, cloth, pottery and cook¬ ing vessels left behind by the vanished race when they were driven in a body from their ancestral homes by some piti¬ less foe or overwhelmed in some great catastrope that left none to tell the story. Some of these dwellings contain skele¬ tons also, which are being carefully col¬ lected and preserved. It is proposed to make large models in clay of some-of the more picturesque cliff homes, with their watch towers and fortresses, and erect them in the Colorado quarter of the Ex¬ position. A collection of well preserved relics showing the mode of living and domestic habits, and the condition of civilization of the lost people, will add interest to the picture—and it will be the task then, for the archaeologists and ethnologists of the world to tell us, if they can, who this people were, where they came from, how long since they disappeared, aDd what became of them. — St. Louis Star-Sayings. Foibles of Notables. Archduke Louis Victor, the younger brother of the Emperor of Austria has the most irritating trick of continually snapping the fingers of his right hand while he is talking to a person, especially if he is any way animated. I suppose that it is due to nervousness more than to anything else; but when one sees him thus snapping his fingers with his arm ex¬ tended at an angle of about forty-five de¬ grees from his body one is apt to beocme sufficiently exasperated to long to give him a good shaking. I may add that there is a well-known and philanthropic newspaper proprietor in a city within a few hours’ distance from New York who has a trick of manner that is somewhat similar to that of the Archduke. Only instead of snapping his fingers, hojie- votes his superfluous energy to catching imaginary flies. No matter what his topic of conversation, or how bitterly cold the weather, he will sweep his right hand through the air, and suddenly close it as if the fly was caught. He will then carefully open it, of course without find¬ ing even the ghost of any insect. No disappointment, however, is discernible on his benignant featu'-es; and a minute later tie is as actively engaged iu his peculiar chase as ever. This strange taste for fly-hunting appears to have been shared by the father of the present King of Bavaria, and it is related at Munich that one day, when two of his Cabinet Ministers called upon him with the draft of a new law for which they required his approval and signature they found him seated in his armchair with an open book on his knees. After reading the statute to His Majesty, the Ministers stood for a long time silently waitingfor an answer. At length, when their pa¬ tience was nearly exhausted, the King suddenly closed his book with a bang, and exclaimed, with a look oi unuttera¬ ble triumph f* “I have got him! I have got!” He had caught and crushed a fly .—New York Tribune. A Famous Miser. Perhaps the most famous miser that ever lived was John Ehve3, an English¬ man, who died from neglect because he refused to incurthe expense of physicians and nurses, though worth not less than a million pounds. In the case of John El- wes, his sordid character was not the re¬ sult of ignorance, for he wa3 a graduate of a Swiss university, and later in life was a member of Parliament. His greed of gold was a hereditary sin. He was the son of a London brewer, who died when the boy was only four years old. His mother survived, but to such an ex¬ tent did her passion for money gain a hold upon her that, though she had $500,000 in her own right, she actually starved herself to death. An uncle, Sir Harvey Elwes, was also a miser, and the example of these two blood relatives ex¬ ercised such an influence upon John El¬ wes that he became ultimately the most famous miser of three centuries. Alter his return to England from Geneva young Elwes moved in fashionable London so¬ ciety, where his prospective wealth en¬ titled him to recognition. When he visited his uncle in Suffolk, where the latter lived in the most abject penury, his hopeful nephew would play a double part. He would wear his fashionable garments as far as a little inn in Chelms¬ ford, where he exchanged them for a darned patched stockings pair of trousers, and clodhopper a worn-out shoes coat, with iron buckles. In this attire he would cnll upon ki3 un cle. The latter would not permit a fire cold March days, on the score of its' ' ping extrava¬ gant, and the two would Sit with a crust of biead and odo glass of wine lietw them until it was too dark to se ' each other’s faces, and then they would re¬ tire to save the expense of candle. When the uncle died he left his nephf or a for¬ tune of $500,001).— The Church, n. BUDGET OF FUN; HUMOROUS SICKTOHES FROM VARIOUS sources. An Awful Warning—A Dainty Dog— Didn't Know How to Apply It— A Social Catechism—Rather Stale Dread, Etc. He didn’t read the papers for they hadn't any news; At least, they didn’t coincide with his es- And pecial views. day, with when he caino to town one criticism ripe, He climbed to an electric lamp to light his ancient pipe; He hadn’t read the papers—but ho knew He simply just what touched was best; and—the fluid the wires did the rest. — Weekly Journalist. A DAINTY DOG. Tramp—“Say, guv'n'r, will yer dog bite me?” Owner—“Mot he. He’s very particu¬ lar what he eats.”— Judge. MEN AND MONEY. “Money talks,” remarked the rich Mr. Smartellique to a young woman late one evening. “It goes sometimes, too,’ 3he replied, and he didn’t understand .—Detroit Free Press. didn’t know how to apply it. Lady (to rheumatic old woman)—“I -am sorry you should suffer so—you should try electricity.” Old Woman—“Tbank you kindly, mum. Be I to swallow it or rub it in?” —Texas Siftings. A SOCIAL CATECniSM. “And what do you mean by a wise man?” “One who can do without the world.” “And by a fool?” “One who fancies that the world can¬ not do without him.”— HIS VICTORY WON. Returned Tourist—“Is Mr. Goodheart still paying attention to your daughter?" “Indeed he isn’t paying her any atten¬ tion at all.” “Indeed! Did he jilt her?” “No. he married her.”— Si. Louis Star-Sayings. SHE WAS PERENNIAL. “Mrs. Trotter,” quoth Mr. T., “you remind me of certain flowers by your di¬ rect oppositeness to them.” “Wha-what do you mean, sir?” “I refer, madam, to those dainty flow¬ ers that always shut up at suaset.”— Harper's Bazar. AN ANGLOMANIAC. Morrison—“I hear Stivey met the Prince, last summer.” Jausen—‘ ‘Yes.” Morrison—“What did Stivey say to him?” . Jansen—“Apologized for being an American. ”— Life. IIATIIER STALE DREAD. Mrs. Slim Diet—“The boarders are coming in. Cut the bread, Matilda.” Miss Slimdiet—“Ma, I saw in a so¬ ciety paper to-day that bread should be broken, not cut.” Mrs. Slimdiet—“That’s the style now, eh! Very well. Where’s the ax?"— Good News. johnny’s poor luck. “Well, Johnny, what are you thankful for?” asked the invited guest. “NutkinV’ said the boy. “I ’aia’t had any luck this year. On’y had one cold all the fall, ’n’ that wasn’t bad enough to keep me out of school more’n a day. My chum’s had the mumps, V has been out three weeks.”— Bazar. A TOUGH OLD SPONGE. Uncle Joe (on his second eight-month visit lo Johnny’s house)—“Johnny, stop pinching your uncle. What are you up to, you little raseal!” Johnny—‘‘Why, ma said you were a regular sponge, and I was pinching you to see if you would squeeze up like my sponge that I bought down town. ”— Pharmaceutical Journal. HE FOLLOWED INSTRUCTIONS. Lawyer—“Now, sir, listen to me, and please give straightforward answers. You say you drove a baker’s cart?” “No, I did not.” “Do you mean to tell me you do not drive a baker’s cart?” “No, sir.” “What do you do, then?” “I drive a horse .”—London Tit-Bits. WANTED A HEAD l’UT ON HIM. An old man with a head as destitute of hair as a watermelon, entered a Man¬ hattan avenue drug store and told the clerk he wanted a bottle of hair restorer. “What kind of hair restorer do you prefer?” “I reckon I’ll have to take a bottle of red hair restorer. That was the color it used to be when I was a boy .”—Texas Siftings. THESE CLEVER IMPROMPTUS. Bulfinch—“That was a wonderfully clever speech that your husband just made; and he tells mo it was entirely impromptu.” Mrs. Wooden—“Oh, yes; quite so.” Bulfinch—“It is marvelous that he could do so well when he looks so tired.” Mrs. Wooden—“Well, I should think he might look tired; ho sat up all night thinking what he’d say .”—Boston Cou¬ rier. WHY HE WAS SO GENEROUS. Mrs. Grayneck—-“Johnny, I am very glad to see that you gave your sister the largest half of your apple.” Johnny—“Ycs’m, I was very glad to give it to her.” Mrs. Grayneck—“My little son, you do not know how It delights mo to hear you soy so.” Johnny—“Ycs'm; there was a big worm hole in that half."— Bouton, Cou¬ rier. A QUICK CUKE. Wagg—“It’s too bad about the girl that jumped oil the Washington Monu¬ ment, isn’t it?” Wooden—“Why, what did she jump off for?” Wagg—“Why, you see sho was very thin.” Wooden—“What had that to do with it?” Wagg—“Why, she thought she’d come down plump .”—Boston Cdurier. THEY AGREED. Capitalist—“My letting of the job for putting up that building, sir, will de¬ pend on circumstances. I want to know whether you and I agree on the proper limit as to hight.” Architect and Builder—“I have al¬ ways had decided views on that subject. May I ask how high a building you con¬ template putting up?” “Seventeen stories, sir.” (With much firmness)—“In my opin¬ ion, sir, the limit for a building of this class should be seventeen stories.” — Chicago Tribune. CHEAPER IN THE END. Boutton—“So you are not going to housekeeping when you get married?” De Boarder—“No., We shall take board for a year.” “Isn’t that rather an extravagant way to begin?” “Not at all. I desire my wife to study economy of my landlady. Then we will start housekeeping, and I will make her an allowance of as much a week a3 we paid for board.” “What do you think will be the re¬ sult?” “Well, by the time wo are old she ought to have about a million. ”—New York Weekly. STILL GOING. One day a Lie broke out of its inclos¬ ure and started to travel. And the man who owned the Premises saw it after it had started and was sorry he had not made the inclosure Lie-tight. So he called his swiftest Truth and said: “A Lie has got loose and will do much mischief if it is not stopped. I want you to go after it aad briag it back' or kill it!” So the swift Truth started out after the .Lie. But the Lie had one Hour the Start. At the end of the first Day the Lie was going Lickety-split. The Truth was a long way behind it and was getting Tired. It has not yet caught up. And never will.— Chicago Tribune. HE WANTED IT LIVELY. He was an old bachelor looking for “Is it pretty lively here?” he asked, as the landlady was showing him about. “I should just say it was. Now, if you take this room there’s a man and his wife on the right. They’re always quar¬ reling, and you can hear every word that is said.” “That must be interesting.” “And on the left there's s young man that is learning to play the cornet. He practices half the time. And the family across the hall have a melodeon. I have a piano myself, and a girl upstairs is learn¬ ing the violin. I think you will find it lively here.” But he said if there wasn’t a zvlophone and a calliope in the house he wouldn’t tako the room. He was afraid he would ,be lonesone .—Detroit Free Press. Lieutenant Bravo’s Indians. There is a company of cavalry at Fort Niobrara, commanded by Lieutenant Dravo, of which ho is very proud. “On the 21st day of April,” said the officer, “I completed, the enlistment of the fifty-five Indians in my company. An Iqdian is more easily enlisted into the cavalry, because he is allowed a horse.” “His own pony?” “No; he must be mounted upon a horse as the other cavalry soldiers are.” “Do you find it difficult to discipline the Indians?” “Not at all. They obey orders better than white men, and you should see the improvement in them. The comparison between the Indian soldier and their re¬ latives at the agency is most favorable to the soldier. An Indian, while he is not round-shouldered, leans fovward and bends his knees, but six months' ‘set¬ ting-up’ drill has changed all this materi¬ ally. Ten of my men are from the Car¬ lisle School in Pennsylvania, and the junior corporal is a son of the famous Two Strikes. We have a school iu the garrison and they are at present learning the alphabet. It is hard for them, too, but they are very much in earnest and learn readily. I promised them when they enlisted that they should be as fully equipped as the white soldiers, and I have just returned from a nine days' trip around the reservation, in which they proved my words good to their relatives and friends.” “How did you induce them to cut their hair?” “It is tunny about that. I told them they could have no uniforms until they were clean and their hair cut. This was Saturday; if they were ready, they could don their uniforms Monday morning. Sunday—the whole day—was spent in bathing, six at a time, and on Monday morning the entire company reported, clean and with hair cut. I explain to them their orders. They wish sincerely to learn the white man’s way, and, as I said before, are the most earnest workers imaginable.” Lieutenant Dravo is in Omaha under orders to be consulted upon army mat¬ ters. He is enthusiastic upon the Indian question, and personally cares for the men.— Omaha World-Herald. Over 4,000,000 peasants in Russia aic in danger of starvation. flow's TIil« f V?© offer One Hundred Dollars reward “ffiwVScK^h CHkKBr h Our C ‘““ 0t b “ CUr ° d bT nr we, tno • undersigned, «fc Co., Props., known Toledo, O. Cheney for the last 15 nave F. J. years, businenH and believe him perfectly tions, ami honorable fliinnelally in able all to carry out trimsac- ob¬ ligations made by their Arm. any VVEST & Thuax, Wholesale Druggists, Toledo, NYalding, Druggists Kinnan Toledo, & Marvin, Wholesale 0. 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