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With catitioiiH stepi as we tread as we tread our through ThU intricate wot Id, ax othir folk 1', May wo still on our Journey bo able to vie Tho bencvolont faco of a dollar or two ! Koran excellent thing In a dollar or two ; No friend U ho (mo an a dollar or two ; , Through country an J town, A wo pass up and down, No purport's so good as a dolltr or two. Would yon read yourself out of a bachelor crow, And the hand of a female divinity mm? , You intuit always bo ready "the handsome" to do, Although it should cost you a dull of ur two. Iiove'a arrows arc tipped with a dollar or two, And affection in gained by a dul ar or two. The best aid you cuu moot, Iu advancing your unit, lit the eloquent clink of a dollar ar two. A NIGHT IN THE MOUNTAINS. Tom Hevier, finding that bis wife Jljtty did not recover health of body or j 1 .. .i.., 1....H. , f i i Miiuu Mitel iiic ueriiii ui iiur ou.,y uuuu, Lion, took her up to tho nnuutaius. lie had a strong, light wag n, suited to the dangerous roads in the gaps, and a cou ple of etout Canadian ponies, llo him self drove. Dr. Fred Keyes, Mrs. Sevier's cousin, went with them, purtly an companion for Betty. Tom Sevier hardly felt that he could claim to le called a oompauion or iatitnato friend of his wife, dear as they were to each other. ) " You re younger than 1, D red, he said. "You rend the same books as Betty. You can fall into her ways of thinking, eh ? I've always been a busy man in the cjuutry fond of fishing, or caucuses, or a dance, or anything that brought folks together." "But you've given that all np since you were married?" eying him keenly. Tom pulled his scrubby beard. " Tes, of course. "I wasn't her way. lint it had coarsened me. no doubt. Well, you'll look after Betty, Fred, on Well, you'll look after Betty, Pre. this journey ? Try and cheer hor bit?'' tip .Nobody must think that this history ia to be a repititiou of the old play of tho trusting husband betrayed by his wife and friend. Fred Keyes was a most sus ceptible fellow, as far as plump, tender young girls were ooucerued ; but he was not likely t meddle with the affections of a woman old enough to be his mother, lean aud huugry-cyed to boot. Tom Sevier humored her like a spoiled child, iu a way that disgusted his cousin. He had, indeed, no patience with tho habit of indulging women as though they were helpless babies. Fred had half a mind to bring this one to her souses by a sharp pull of common-some. Yet he had t strong curiosity to know the meaning ot tlioto luiugry, remonstrating eyes of hers. 8 rnietiines ho had caught an un gu irdo.l 1 k m them that roused in him uu o.iger pity, and give her for a moment i stronger p cr over him than the most 1 imtn ti f n I iii mi a it t They loft the low bottoms of the Sdu-; la lt.ver where the Sevier plantations lav, and, crossing the NantalieLi Moun tains, reiched the high table-lands of North Carolina. For two or three weeks they pssod slowly through the mightiest peaks of the Appalachian chain ; now going down iulo s.ime fertile vallev, with its solitary, dilapidated farm-house ; now into some vast caiun or succession of gorges, fastnesses inhabited ouly by the bear or wolf ; or up iuto the heights, while the clouds wrapped the base of the mountain at their feet. Tom himself, as Keyes soon found", was an incomparable comrade with whom to go vagabondizing. He was alive, zeal ous, full of practical good sense and in formation. Whether it was politics, mica-mining, bear-baiting, or a weed or bird by the wayside that attracted Fred, Savier s knowledge of it was full and ac curate. Fred spoke of this to his cousin Betty one day. She nob'od indifferently. " Mr. Sevier has been a closer student than is usually supposed," she said, iu lier thin, pleasant voice. "The sweetest-tempered man, too, that I ever kuew," pursued Fred, watch ing her jealously. She nodded again, smiled civilly, and turned her eyes again on the lofty peaks above her, the inexplicable questioning look rising iu her fiwo slowly. " Yon take very little interest in facts ?" Fred persisted. " I observe you seldom sten to 8evier8 explauatiops." She did not answer for a moment. " When I traveled over these moun tains before, other meanings were given to them than profitable timber-lands ' or 4 investments for capital in mining.' " That afternoon Fre.i and Sevier walked on ahead. " You brought Cousin Betty here on your wedding journey?" Keyes asked. "No. She never was iu the mountains before. It is all new to her." Dr. Keyes made a note of this poiut. Here was a chapter, and, he suspected, a chapter full of meauing, in Mrs. Sevier's life, of which her husband had been kept iu total ignorance. After this Fred used to watch with wrath and pity Sevier's behavior to his wife. Day and night his guardianship was unceasing, anxious, deprecating. Tom was the most frank, hearty human being in the world : bnt with his wife he was never at ease ; a cum in oouy auti soul seemed to fall on him whenever she looked at him. Yet there were little in cidents now and then which made Kevt s laugh to himself. There was something absurd to him in the spectacle of a mica vehemently in love with his own wife, atid she both middie-aod und homely. One liif.ltt the men occupied the name room in a mountain-cabin, nud, ns Sevier uudrcssed, a long trens of red hair foil from his brenst. Fred, ns he handed it to him, saw that it had boloncred to his I dead child. i "Yes," stammered Tom, "I try to I keep little Lou near me. It's a horribly ! empty world since she went, Keyes." j "You h:ive Betty." j j " Betty I She died to me years ngo ! " j he said, passionately. There was nu ; j awkward silence. Even Fred, curious i as he was, was sorry for this outbreak. j Tom came to him the next morning. "I must explain what I said to you j last night, Mr. Keyes. " " No, not a word. I shall never think ! of it again." ! " But I prefer to set you right. The trouble is but a tritlo, after nil. The truth is, Betty and I wero married hasti ly. I had been waiting on her a long time, but with no hope ; and she sud denly changed her mind and married me. She is very fond of nit. I don't want you to think, Keyes, that hIjo is not fond of me tho ruoskamiab'.o, care ful wife and a capital housekeeper ; there's not a duty she has neglected. But there is not that sympathy between us, iu tasto or opinion, which 1 could wish. I have Cried, too, to accommo date myself to her ; I've tried ever since the day we were morned. But 1 can t I can't hit the key-note, somehow. I shall Borne day, though, please God." They had gradually ascended range after range, until the vast spurs of tho Illue llidgo and Nnntahela swi.t down ward from them, and the clouds lay bil lowed like a sea at the base of the heights which they had reached. Late one October afternoon they came to the little village of Waynesville, a drowsy hamlet hung upon the edge of a lofty summit, shadowy peaks rampnrting it tho sky, as it seemed, threatening to sink down upon it at every moment. During the last two days Mrs. Sevier had grown more and more silent. Natnral ly.she had a keen eye for odd phases of character, and a shrewd little turn of humor which had brought out every ludicrous point of the journey, greatly to Fred's amusement. She had ceased to notice anything now, aud moved and spoke like a woman in a dream. Her eves were contracted, her features set tled in dark lines. MrrSevier watched her anxiously, and vaiuly brought out one little vial of homoeopathic pills after another. " The evil spirit of the mountains has laid hiH hold upon you," Raid Keyew, laughingly, to her, ns they entered the littie inn. " She has been here before," he snid to himcelf, nodding sagaciously. "Whatever ghost it is she sees iu these mountains, is more real to her than poor Tom or all tho long years he has given her." The tiny inn, with porches as large us the interior, was wrapped in mist as they opened the outer door. I lie hostess, a gaunt, friendlv-eved woman, sat beside a roaring lire with oue or two cronies. She led Mrs. Sevier up stairs, while Tom and Fred went out to the stable. " We're powerfnl full of company to day." she said. " There's two gentlemen h.om Georgia lividi, a-linntin' But L 11 give you uns the big room. Oh, you've bin hyah before," as Mr. Sevier hastily passed before her and opened the door. ' Jes' make yersel's at homo then." Mrs. Servier stopped, looking slowly about her. She stood in a small, square room, the floor covered with a faded rag carpet; dirty patches of a blue wail paper with gigantic flowers clinging to the delicately-grained walls of popltr planks. A "log smouldered on tlie hearth. Outside of tho little window opened a spectral country of driving mists aud dizzy heights. An ordinary apartment enough iu these mountaiu-re-gious; but some secret presence iu it seemed to grasp and hold the woman who hail entered it with power. Her chin beeau to quiver: she closal her cyeu, im ii 10 miuiuumiBiu umt i.iu. : A - A ' 1 . A il.4. . .' . . . 1 : them. ' She was 'neither a weak nor a bad I woman, aud the force of this olu passion j which had laid Hold on ner since sue i c.uue into the mountains shocked und alarmed her. What was it to her that in this veiT room, years ago, her life had risen to heights which it could never touch again? Was slid not Tom Sevier's wife? She told herself, too, that she had been a faithful, affection- nta wife to him. She had never been able to make a companion ot nun. perhaps because she wis forced to com- T. i : ii ii. pure uiiu coutiuuaiijr wmi a luuu ui much higher type. But that was not her fault. This old memory should not make her less faithful " Curse the gun !" There was a crash, as if the weapon had been dashed to the ground. At the first sound of the voice, Mrs. Sevier shivered as if she had been struck, aud stood motionless. The rooms were separated by a thiu partition of planks, aud the door be tween was unlatched." Two men were cleaning their rifles after the day's huntiug. The elder, with au oath, gave his a kick as it lay on the floor. " I shouldn't let a bad day's luck put me out of temper, colonel," the other dragged out, lazily. "I never had any but accursed luck in this plaoe. I told you I did not want to ooma here. " The vouuflr man shrugged his bhoul- j ders. The colonel, half drunk aud iu " a humor," was not desirable as friend ; or foe. . "I'll go down aud see to feeding the I dogs," he Baid, aud left the room. I Colonel Chaplin yawned, aud waked j to the fire. Theeoloucl strutted, though it was dark, und tliere was nobody to hw him. '' Missed that buck ;U tw'elvn paces, j by Qee 1" rolled the bloody current of his thoughts as he drove his heel at the back-log. "Hands growin' slinky, tongue's gettin thick ! Old nge, by Gee ! This yure mountain whisky tastes iusipid's water. Can't hunt, can't drink not bin left! What's left nie? Women " He raised his nodding head ns if awakened .by tt sudden thought, j " Why, the woman I loved best in the i world turned her back on me iu this j house." ! He bloated face grew a sha le darker ; purple, tho small black eye kindled. ! " Fine woman, Elise Voneida !" with ' a chuckle. The next moment he stood erect, with 1 a gasp of astonishment. The door was i pushed open, and Elise stood before him 1 in the very stiot where she had parted ; from him, flushed and trembling with i anger, ten years ago. Her face was pale now, and dropped on her breast ; both I her white hands were held out to him. ; The colonel's heart, as he would have j told you, was tender to any of the fair i sex, ami the truth was, all the clean, honeRt affection of which he was capable had been given to this woman. " Klise ! have you come back to mo ?" "I I never have betso lost to you, Louis!" The words came as if wrenched from her. Whatever was the passion that ha 1 bound her to him, it had never yet been wakened in her by her husband ; but tho voice of this eld love ronsed it again. It mastered her like a fiery poi son running through her veins. She said to herself that she was Tom Sevier's wife, and that God's law "I only came to ask you to forgive me, Louis," she amended. " It's time, by Gee ! You flung mo hard, Elise." Mrs. Sevier had dream ed of this meeting a thousand times ; but these were not the kind of words she had heard in her dreams from her hero. She looked up at him, and drew back. This hero's mouth was yellow with tobacco, and his elieeks were bloated and pimpled. Yet the old magnetic power remained in him still. He took her hands ia his i puffy, ringed ones, and they shook as j they never had done iu Tom Sevier's J grasp. j " That scoundrel Sevier maltreats j you." "No, no!" i "I say he does! Why, your cheeks j are hollow as it you were iorty years i old. And what kind of a shabby dress j is tliis? I'd have hung velvet and dia- ; monds ou you." . ; Mrs. Sevier drew up her head. She j was forty years old, but Tom treated her ) like n girl of sixteen. He would not think rugs shabby if they were on her. The colonel was iu a glow or triumph, j Ho had hated Sevier viciously for twelve j yenrs.the humiliation ofbeing " thrown" j growing sharper us ins rival jiau sue- oceded in the world, But here was vie- i ! tory ! He remarked to himself that ; j " lie kucw how to seize it" with an. ; oath bi enough in his opinion to round i j the subject. i "You are mine ! You shall be mine, i in spite of all the Seviers alive. We're ' not ns young as we oucewere,but there's ! a cood slice of life left us yet. Hush ! here he conies. I'll meet you by the; ford to-morrow morning. You remember the ford ? ' Yes, he remembered the ford. She went slowlv back to the o'ther room, and was standing by tho the when Dr. Keyes entered. "Tom found that one of the horses " j ho begau, aud then stopped abruptly, looding keenly at her. She had seen the ghost ! He perceived the scell of tobacco from the adjacent room, and j glanced ut the door. It was phut, j Turning again to Mrs. Sevier, he found ; her eyen fixed on it with terrified fear of discovery. 1 " Poor Tom !" thought Keyes, as he j beat a dreary tattoo on the window.' . . Mrs. nevier sat uown anu siareu m ; tue ve ner nantj8 clasped on nor Kuee. ; yi,e f,qt very much as tt man who has I passed through au earthquake, aud finds his house, his belougiugs, his very foot' What was 1 To meet ; hold, a wreel; beneath nun. 1 this bhe had promised to do ? j a friend in a casual morning walk 1 j There was no wrong to Tom in that. I For years it had been a kind of gospel j with her, much more forcible than that j which is heard in church, to believe in ' her first love, aud in the man to whom ! she cave it. She had been used to listen to mou aful mnsio, to fand the voice of that first love iu it, and then to recall Tom's virtues with a sigh, acknowledg ing to herself that he was the most emi nently respectable of men, but that her heart was irrevocably given to a man of higher order. She was groping about now miserably for this man, bew ildered by a cloud of sUle tobacco, whisky and oaths. Meantime, Colonel Chapltu was lay ing his plans, ile had been in a forced state of idleness for a loner time, and ' now, in the very moment when life I seemed emptiest to him, the woman he j ' hod once loved v as placed vithin his i grasp. Nothiug came between them but 1 a man he hated, and the colonel's taleut J i for hating was exceptional. After au : i hour's reflection, and several drinks be yond the hourly average, he went dowu aud iutroduced himself to Tom aud Dr. I keyes held him at arm's length ; but Mr. Sevier was cordial aud hearty with him beyond his wont. " poor old Chapliu; terrific wreck," he i said ufterward, to Fred. I prom ! ised to go fishing with him to-morr w I morning. I thhoght Betty would like ! some mouutaiu-trout." Mrs. Sevier woke the next morning with a start and smile. Her husband was dressed, standing bv the lire. "What U it, Ibtty? "' "1 thought Lou had crept on tho bod to waken mo ns she used to do." She covered her eyes with her hands and cried quUtly. Tom stroked her hair. " My poor girl, you've had hard mea sure iu this world ! be said. i S!ie took her hands away ami looked at him steadily. Had she "hard mea sure ? Iu that moment, for the first ' time since she had boeu married, she felt how strong, how true this man's love was; how firm a foundation it was for her. The searching, wild look she fixed on him jmzzlcd Tom. The next moment she drew coldly away from him. "If you are going down now, I will dress." But she lay quiet thinking when he was gone. Had she not loved Louis Chaplin f Had she not married Sevier in a mad whim of pique? Was she to be persuaded that it was for him she really cared now ? Love was love for ever. All these years she had looked on herself as a woman set apart for a con flict of mighty passions. Was she to find herself only a good wife with a good husband of the commonplace, happy sort? She came out on tho upper porch pres ently, aud looked down. Tom was be low with Colonel Chaplin. She never had noticed before what an erect, clean skiuned, clear-eyed man he was beside other men : how true and merry his voice was. Bah ! it needed other quali ties than these to win a woman's heart. But she did not go to the ford. Colonel Chaplin waited there for her f au hour or more. Sevier was a tyrant. The poor creature was evidently in ter ror oi her life. She would never dare to come to him as her heart prompted, while her husband lived. The colonel folded his ai ms, and gazed darkly into the water. To-day should le the culminating point of his life. There waH that narrow pass in the Catalouche a sheer descent into the stream of fifty feet. When he had brought Sevier to it, he would tell him calmly how matters stood between them, and then They should never both leave the pass alive. ' But there must be no weapons used. Bullets toll tales. If Sevier missed Ids footiug, and fell into the De mon's Grave, ho was not the first man to whom the accident had happened. If it was Louis Chaplin who was worsted, Sevier could tell what be chose. " As well that end as the other," blus tered the colonel, 'with a portentous sigh. But lie surveyed his bulky limbs com placently. Tom Sevier was not half the man he was. " Shall 1 take my gnu, colonel ?" called. Tom, as soon ns "he appeared in sight. " We may start a buck." " No, nor even pistols ; oue sort oi game at a time is my motto." " I'll be with vou iu a moment." He ran up the stairs to the little porch where his wife sat looking beyond the mountains into vacancy, her hands, as usual, clapped on her kuees. Dr. Keyes was reading an old newspaper. "Good-by, Betty." " Good-by," without turning her eyes. It had once been a habit with him never to leave the house without, kissing her. He had given it up of lata ye rs. But he hesitated now. " I may not lie buck until night. Doift be uneasy, Betty No, " Good-by," turning to go down the stairs. " O Tom !" said Keyes, looking up, " have you called at Judge Stein's s'uee i J'ou am,e No." " Your cousin Lola is living btill?" " Yes," glancing quickly at his wife. ! "Unmarried?" ! " I believe so." 1 He went hastily down the staiiv. I Keyes coughed significantly, and turned j to his paper. "Who is Lola Steiu?" asked Mrs. i Sevier, sharply. "Lola? Tom's cousin.' You've ' heard of her, surely ?" Fred spoke reluctantly sue Knew uy his face there was something to conceal. " l've heard of her, but nothing par ticular. Fred bufled his face in his paper, aud did not answer. " How I detest the habit of giving romantic foreign names to our women !" said Mrs. Sevier, tartly. " They called me Elise when I was a girl. Absurd ! This Lola, I '.suppose, is some ungainly creature in gaudy calico." "Not precisely. By George! there she is!" Mrs. Sevier bent eagerly forward. A .nt litfl.. timira an linrtwbnk Wh; . I III 11, HIT., Ulll' " " , iust below tho porch. The horse was if spirited one. She mauaged it with easf eraeo. As she turned her head, Mrs Sevier caught siarht of a dimpled mouth, an oval face warmed with a peachy blooia, aud sofblue eyes. i "How old islhe?" " About thirty, I suspect." j " She she has worn well," her hand going up involuntarily to her own thin : cheek. There was silence for several miuutes. 'Dr. Keves" (iu more irritable j tones), "why did that new-found rela ! tion of miue never niarry ?" I Fred's embarrassment was apparent. , "I don't know, Cousin Betty. She ; has had plenty of lovers, I hear. There was uu old story which my mother told ' me years ago, of her attachment to a man 1 who was in every way worthy of her.but i who suddenly changed his mind, and i married another woman." " Was did this man lov Lola 1 Stein V" " It was suid that he did. But why ; should he marry another woman ? Moreover, his wife has, uo doubt, driven poor Lola out of bis heal and heart by i this time." Mrs. Sevier sat motionless a moment, then she rose and went hastily to her own room. Keyes looked after her with a queer smile, threw his old paper dowu, and went out to amuse himself. He had finished his day's work. Mrs. Sevier was standing before the glass. She saw in it a fair, cheerful fiice beside the sallow, skinny one. Why did he marry her ? Because when she quar reled with Louis she had almost flung herself iuto his arms, thinking she made him happy for life. He had loved an other woman ! Me had married her only out of a chivalrie tense of honor. All these years in which she might have won him she had held him -aloof, wrapping herself in a feverish passion for O God ! for what ? What brutal creature was it that she had set up in her husband's place? Au hour later Mrs. Sevier put ou her hnt and the prettiest dress she had, and went to call on this new cousin. She came back looking more ghastly, walk ing quickly, as if urged on some matter of life and death. Lola had proved to be the most gentle, merry, winning wo man she had ever known. She told Fred this with speechless terror in her eyes tlint made him almost pity her. No man who had loved such a woman, she said, could ever forget her. Where was Tom ? Only an hour since he went fishing. It seemed like days. "Order them to saddle the horses" (imperiously). "We will follow them." " To Catalouche ?" " Where he is, I must see him. I have lost Lou ; I have lost everything. I must see him. If there is auy chance" She went heavily to her room, muttering to herself. " My medicine will kill or cure, i-a a Dr. Fred, its he went to the otables. About, noon two fishermen came to the bluff' which overlooked the Demon's Grave. Tho colonel had not spoken for two or three miles. He drank repeated ly from his pocket-flask, nud chewtd the end of an nnlighted cigar. "That's a nasty bit of road," snid Tom, looking up at the pass. "Let's try the laurel." " When I want my game, I don't turn buck for a rough climb. Are you afraid f" blustered the colonel. " Oh, no," said Tom, carelessly. "I'll keep with you, of course." They reached the pass a ledge of rock on the edge of a precipice two feet wide." " I have a word to say to you, Sevier." The colonel, who was ahead, turned nnd faced the smaller man. "Nt there, Chaplin," laughed Tom " I am absurdly dizzy." " Yes, here and now curse it !" "What's the matter?" (staring about him b "Hallo! There is Keyes. And Betty J" He was delighted as a boy. When he had descended tin) hill his wife was waiting alone. Keyes had pru dently lingered to pull rhododendrons "What is it? Have you been ill, C?tty?" She was leaning down from her hoi be, her hands ou hor shoulders, her eyes.ou his with au agony of entreaty, of love, such as he hod never seen there before. " O Tom ! 1 thought I had lost you.;' He lifted her down, and placed her ou a grny rock by the path. He did not laugh at her. There was something here more than nervous folly something, he thought, which he had beeu waiting for for venrs. He had despaired that it would ever come to him. "Tom, do you care for me at all? Won't you try to love me a little? No matter' how inferior I am to to other women ; I have noth'ng but you noth iug ! " she sobbed, humbled nud terrified Rt last jnto her real self. Dr. Keyes saw very little of bis friends that day. The next morning Mrs. Sevier met him on the grassy village-street. She was leaning on her husband's arm. Her cheek was flushed, nud her eyes brilliant. "We leave in an hour, doctor," Mie said, a little quaver of triumph iu her tone. " I always had a prejudice against this village, and Mr. Sevier is quite will ing to indulge me iu my whims." ' I am ready to go at any time. Col onel Chaplin, too, found the fishing pxor ami came scarce, and left Inst night. He asked me to tender his Alliens and best wishes. Mrs. Sevier lowed. "I kuew liouis. Chapliii very well once," she said, fraukly ; "but I found it hard to recognize him iu this poor, degraded creature. There are the horses. I want to feel that we are actually on the road to home, Tom," she added, in a happy whisper, clinging to his arm. I have Htruok the key-note at last, ed." said Sevier, when they drove off, a face growing, " But 1 can t explain. obodv can understand such matters i, ... .. . t.o.i.i ..,! von Irni.n7 " " No," said Dr. Keys, ami lighted his cigar. A pplttaua Journal. X Strange Fish One day hist week, after a hard strug- gle, George Whitney captured on Coekeuoea bar, on orwam, a ueu sel dom seen in these parts. It auswered the description given by ichthyologists of the goose fish or angler, also known as the fishing frog. It was four or five feet long, nearly as broad, nar, naa one ftnn on each side Bometliincr like a side Bometliinff line a scuao .'. ..- . i. .i ...... With au openiug or poeack wuiwi . 7 1 i . n. UlOg lotwutu uuuer ua. uiuum, u i a, ,,H Ihcth with five toes webiieii 10' gether. The strangest feature, how ever, was its immense mortar-shaped mou'th. When opeu it was frightful to contemplate, and would just alsmt com fortably take in an ordinary keg. It was ou exhibition for seveiul days. It ia a worthless fish aud lives ou muddy b..t t,niS X,w Jlnrtn l'allainitii. Items of Interest. Europe has purchased fo, 500,001) worth of our American fruit within tho past twelve mouths, principally dried fruit. A bear i Clarksville, Tex h, which had been a household pet siuee it was a cub, kilied a child the other day who was playing with it. The largest bowlder in Vermont is called the "Green Mouutain Giant," which lies on a hill in Whittinghnm, and contains 40,000 cubic feet. A child, its father, its two grand fathers, and three of its great-grandfathers wero photographed iu oue group in New Hampshire the other day. Inscription on a tombstone in a Paris cemetery : J'attends ma f. mme I wrait my wife 1S20 I li'M Ma vo l I am hi rr 1H30 1S30 Two writers (theatrical critics of course) were quarrelling. "Your arti cles are the laughing-stock of the town." " The time will come when yours will lie." "When?" "When 'somebody reads them." Rev. Moses Howe, aged eighty nine, has beeu in the Christian ministry sixty three years, and during all that period has had bnt two pastorates one nt Portsmouth, N. II., and the other nt New Bedford, Mass. " Oh, here's a red ear ! ' exclaimed a Southern Illinois youth at a corn-huek-iug bee. "And there'B another!" re plied the pretty girl at his side, as she gave him a stinging box alongside his head when he tried to kiss her. The following "answer to a corre spondent," cut from an Euglish piiper, is like a quotation from a dictionary disconnected but full of information: Letters in the Bible, 3,560,480; ncres in Yorkshire, 3,801,427. The right index finger of the foreman of a machine shop in Webster, Mass., was cut off by a circular saw the other day, aud hurled throngh a window with such force that it cut a clenu hole in the glass like n bullet, nnd weut twenty feet beyond. At Ashland. Miss., a few days ego, Homer V. Hunt wns chnllenged to fight a duel by 0. Mason Lnuo for saying of a young lady friend of the latter : " How I loathe any girl who is her eqnid 1" He accepted, and, as loth were excellent shots, the distance was extended from fifteen to thirty-five yards. Hunt was killed and Lnuo mortally wounded at the first fire. Agon. Wheeziujj, sneezing all the day ; Eyes watery and streaming ; Coughing in a shattered way; Poor nne red and poor cheeks gray; Now voiceless and now screaming. Pains and aches in every limb: Poor features sadly puffy, Hearing gone, nnd eyesight dim; Bad, dejeeted, solemn, grim : Head heavy, hot, and stuffy. To feel all thif, and then be told. " My dear, you've only got a cold " Some months ngo, when Gambetta was speaking iu the French Assembly, he was repeatedly interrupted by M.. Tristan Lambert aud some other imperi alists, aud in reply ventured a predic tion, backed by a wager of 1C0O francs ($200), that the interrupter would not have a chance to repeat his conduct in the next (the present) assembly. A. Tristan Lambert t jok the bet, and lost it and his election, oud Gambetta has turned the money over to the poor fund of Versailles. Words r Wisdom. Live for something. t They that live without dying thoughts, shall die without comforts. ; Idleness is hard work for those that ; are not used to it, aud dull work for those that are. Covetous persons are like HpongeK, which greedily draw in water, but re- turn very little until they are squeezed. Tho love of truth is the spirit of all eloquence. Speech without it is but babble. The mere art of rhetoric is ! more noisv iut less useiui iuim mv- tiuman's trade. A man's charily to those who diner j from him upon great and dilllcult ques tions, will be iu the ratio oi ius.u.u knowledge of them. The more knowl edge, the more charity. Lessons of wisdom never so influence us as when they are wrought into tho heart through the groundwork of a stow which engages the passion. Is it that" we are like iron and first must be heated before we can be wrought npon ? or is the heart so in love with deceit that where a true report will not reacn t it we must cheat it with a Iauie, must wMit. it witu a iauie. iu order tnai we may com i . We commend me am w , i.t-.mrtl nnd Hiireuess of foot, and not for his rich caparisons ; a greyuounu for his share of heels, not lor his nue i Y j n collar ; a hawk for his wings, not for is jesses aud bells. Why iu Iiko lnnimei- iio we nor value u muu " what is properly his own ? He has u great train, a beautiful palace, so much credit, so many thousand pouuds a year, and all the'so are about hiui and not in him. Without depth of thought or earnest u.., v.. '""b 7.7 .,:n ,i tnli 1 i; .v ff sacrificing bu- ness of feehuaor Htrengtn i i"r"'- uB ... ; . - fiai. bianco io buuw, on""" -o tions for the natural, mistaking a crowd for society, finding its cmei pleasure m ridicule und exhausting its ingenuity i Yn..li..i.t for killiug time, fashion i amoag the last influences, under w I human being wno resptcia t inn ! who comprehends the great i ! i wou'd desire to be placed.
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