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BE KIND.
As stars upon the tranquil sea
In mimic glory shiue.
So words ofKtndiiess In the heart
Reflect the source divine;
t)h then lie kind, whe'er tlton art.
That breathest mortal breath.
And it shall brighten all thy life,
And sweeten even death.
THY WILL BE DONE.
Our troubles lade, hut leave their trace;
And years of toil and care.
With lines of sorrow mar the face,
That onoe was fair,
OhTVeuJd that we could feel and know
That grief is sunt In Love.
To wean our heartsTro® earth below,
To 'iod above.
Oh! would that we could understand, """* 1
Then calm would follow strife.
Oh! would our eyes could see the Hand,
That guides our life,
For then our feet would chose the way,
That now we strive to shun ;
And full of praise, our hearts would prav,
"Thy will be done."
WINTER.
The sun In dreary splendor.
Is lingering in the West;
A gloomy weight of lee and snow
Is on the water's breast.
The daisies and the butter cups
Are in their frozen lied,
All cheerless iu the meadow.
With sheets of white o'erspread.
Long lines of loaf-tike snow-banks,
Long lilies of leafless trees
Streten out along the roadside.
Where all tbiugs seem to freeze.
The woodman's axe cleur ringing;
The crackling of the frost;
The cold air keemy stinging;
The leaves with pearls euibossscd,
Remind us that a tyrant
Has gained a regal throne;
His touch, like death, is chilling;
His heart is like a stone.
Yet 'round the fireside gathered,
Our homelike joys complete;
We heed not wintry hours,
Orooont them all too fleet.
A Generation of Vipers.
The other day, while the Rev. Mr.
Mulkittle was traveling on a railroad
just completed through a hitherto "un
opened-to-t he-world" section of Arkan
sas, a man wearing high top boots and
a long "yaller" jeans coat, sat down by
him and attempted to engage the good
man in conversation. There is a great
deal of the Englishman in Mr. Mul
kittlt's character. He would travel all
day and never throw off the cloak of
severe reserve if allowed to do so, and
when the roughly dressed man sat
down by him he moved uneasily in his
seat, The man noted this sign with
something of encouragement, • and
when he smiled the curved Hues on his
cheeks made his mouth look as though
it wf re set in parenthesis.
"How far are you goin'?"asked the
man.
Again Mr. Mulkittle moyed uneasi
ly and pretended to devote himself to a
newspaper.
"I ask,cap'u,howfurair you goin'?"
"I know what you ask, sir. lam
not feeling very well to-day, and with
your kind permission I prefer to
be left alone."
"I reckiu so. Whar did you git 011?"
"None of your business."
"Pears to me like'it is my business,"
and placed a rude hand on Mr. Mul
kittle's shoulder, he said, "You air my
prisoner."
4 Don't cut no scallops with me,cap'n.
You think I don't know you, but you
air mistaken. I've been layin' for you
for some time."
"What have I done?" demanded Mr.
Mulkittle, attempting to rise.
"Set down sir. You know what
you've done. If-you've forgot, why
thefoiksat Hickory Flat will remind
you."
"I was never in Hickory Flat in my
life, sir."
"1 expected you to kick, cap'n. You
didn't come thar last month an' beat
Col. Mainly outen a watch eh?"
"Never saw Col. Mainly in my life.
Make these people sit down. J don't
want a crowd around me."
"Didn't beat old man 'Lias Gregg
outen two weeks' board, oh 110. Oh, I
know you, Nick Payton. Here's a
man who lives in the Flat. Here, Mr.
Morgan, who is this teller?"
Mr. Morgan, after a,moment's scrut
iny, replied; "That's liira," and after
rubbing his spectacles, added: "I swar
ter it. He wanted ter git board at my
house, but I turned him away, 'cause
why? His clothes were too sleek. I
like a straight-for'ard man, but when a
feller comes arouu' with a 'spicious eye
and sleek duds I let liirn slide."
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Mulkittle,
becomiug aroused to a true sense of his
unenviable position, "I am sorry that
you so misjudge me. I have no doubt
but that some rascal has imposed upon
you, and I assure ypu that no one soon
er than I would assist you in bringing
liirn to justice, but I am innocent. 1
am a minister of the gospel, and live in
Little Hock. If you will stop at the
station and let me send a telegram to
the Governer of the State, he will i
dentify me as the Rev. Mulkittle, pas
tor of St. Simon church."
"The next station is Hickory Flat,"
replied the officer, "an we will tillygraf
from thar. Ef your name is what you
say it is, you may go."
The train soon reached the station,
and the minister, followed by a crowd,
sought the telegraph office.
AW&sd
DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors.
VOL. 58.
"How will this do?" said Mr. Mul
kittle. "Have arrested a man for one
Nick Payton. Says that his name is
the Rev. Mulkittle. Do you know
him? Now," continued tho minister,
"Sign your name to this and send it."
The officer thoroughly satisfied with
tho arrangement, afiixed his signature
and handed tho message to the operat
or. A few moments afterwards the
dispatch was received in Little Rock as
follows.* i
"Have arrested a man for Nick Pey
ton. Says that his name is Robert
Mulkmil'.er. Do you know him?"
Mr. Mulkittle waited impatiently
but confidently. After awhile tho ope
rator anotmced that the dispatch was
at hand, and he wrote tho following:
"Don't know-the man, but think he
is wanted here. IIoUI him until officers
from hero arrive."
Mr. Mulkittle groaned, and sank
upon a bench. Tho crowd gathered a
round and commented on his appear
ance.
"Bad lookitt' man," said old Driver,
the blacksmith. 4 Dangerous eye an'a
mighty bad mouth."
"Wouldn't trust him ten steps," said
old Morgan, "Whar's old Gregg an'
his darter? They can indentifv him."
A messenger was sent for Gregg and
the young lady who had been so shame
fully treated. When the girl saw Mr. ,
Mulkittle, she screamed and threw her
arms around him.
"Oh Nick don't try to disguise your
self. Oh, why did you run away from
me? Promise that you will luarry mo
now."
"Lookout, Miss; look out," gasped
Mr. Mulkittle, trying to shove her a
way. "You are certainly a very im
proper young woman. Don't make
yourself so ridiculous. I never saw you
before."
44 You kaint say that and tell the
truth, man. I don't mind so much that
board bill he ows me, gentlemen, but
I'll be blamed ef any man shall tamper
with the 'fections of that gal thai*. A
tender harted critter as e%er lived, slier
is,an'this man has pizened her life.
She won't never be happy without hiiu,
eii' I ax you all ef you are goin' to let a
man come into the community an' de
stroy the happiness of a a lkely gal? 1
wander know ef yer wont see this
wrong righted? 1 ax ef you won't all
jine in an' make him marry this heart
broken gal?"
Here the girl pressed Mr. Mulkittle's
bead against her excited self and wept
oyer him. 44 Look out young woman,"
he exclaim ed, treeing himself. "I nev
er saw such an improper person. Gen
tlemen, I have a wife aud three chil
dren at home, which, aside from the
fact that I never saw the bold young
woman before, much less made over
tures to her, would place me beyond
any possible matrimonial alliance."
"He's tellin' a lie," shouted old
Gregg,"fur he told us he was a wid
ower. Go fetch the license somebody,
an'we'll make him marry, no matter
if the Govcrner does want him*"
"Gentlemen," implored the minister,
44 Do not act in a manner so rash."
"I'll git the license," exclaimed old
Gregg, and he started off on a trot.
He soon returned with the papers and
a circuit rider. "Take your place thar,"
said the old man.
The girl seized Mr. Mulkittle and
attempted to drag him.
"Great God! this won't do. Con
found the telegraph w ires; there must
have been a terrible mistake. Give me
one more chance, gentlemen. Send
one more dispatch."
They agreed and he wrote:
"Governor, I am arrested here by
mistake for a man named Nick Payton.
Please say who I am. Mulkittle."
In a few minutes the reply came;
"First dispatch received wrong.
Mulkittle is one of our best known
preachers. Liberate him at once."
"That settles it," said the officer.
"You ken go."
"Oh, ye Generation of vipers," said
the minister, as he stood on the rear
platform of a train which fortunately
came along. "I have piayed for the
world's redemption, but I shall eyer
make an exception of this infernal place.
Oh ye generation of vipers!"
Open Windows.
A very large quantity of fresh air is
spoiled and rendered foul by the act of
breathing. A man spoils not less than
a gallon every minute. In eight hours'
breathing, a full-grown man spoils as
much fresh air as seventeen throe bush
el sacks could hold! If he were shut
up iu a room seven feet broad, seven
feet long, and seven feet high, the door
and windows fitting so tightly that no
air could pass through, he would die,
poisoned by his own breath, in a very
few hours; in twenty-four hours he
would have spoiled all the air contained
in the room and have converted it into
poison! Reader, when you rise to mor
row morning, just go out of doois for
five minutes, and observe carefully tha
freshness of the air. Than air is in
that state in which God keeps it for
breathing. Then come back suddenly
into your close room, and your senses
will tell you how far the air iu your
room is from a wholesome condition.
An Epioode of tho Battloot Gettys
burg.
Midway between tho contending
lines, says the Now York Star, was a
solitary tree that in peaceful times had
given shade to the harvest hands at
their nooning. Early in the morning
some Confederate sharp shooters had
crawled out to this tree, and were able
to reckon their game at every shot. So
destructive, in fact, did their tire be
come, that the wildest imprecations
were shouted at them by tho Federals,
and threats were made that if taken
they would get no quarter. All at
once there came a lull in thefning from
that part of tho line. A Confederate
was seen to rise up from the base of
the tree and to advance toward tho
Federals with his hand raised. Shots
were fired at him, but there was curi
osity at his approach, and the word
was, "Wait till we see what he wants
to do." Some thought he had a mind
to desert, and. encouiaged him with
shouts of "Come over, Johnny 1 we
won't fiie." But if the Confederate
spoke, what V said could not be heard
in the din of the cannonading and rnus
etry. Forward still tie came, and all
eyes were strained to see what it could
be that he meant to do. It might be
merely a trick to deceive. Suddenly
the Confederate dropped upon the
grass. The next instant a thrill of en
thusiasm passed throuch the Federals,
murmurs of admiration were heard,
and then a clhn* as hearty as if given
in a charge, bhrst forth from their
throats ; and the cheer repeated, in
creasing in volume, proved that unsel
fish actions are possible, and that there
are noble hearts to appreciate and re
spond.
The Confederate sharpshooter, who
had been doing his best to destroy his
antagonist, had observed in front of
him a wounded Federal, lying helpless
ly on the ground between the two lines,
and begging in his agonizing thirst for
a drink ; and,at the almost certain risk
o* losing his own life, he had gone for
ward to give comfort to the distressed
enemy. This it was that caused tfie
Federal cheer, and for a few minutes
stopped the work of death in that
neighborhood. When the sharpshoot
er had performed his act of mercy he
hastened back to the tree ; and with
the warning cry, "Down, Yanks, wehe
going to fire !" the little, unpreinedit i
ted truce was ended and was soon for
gotten in the grand event that followed
almost immediately after.
The next day—the Fourth of July—
a heap of Confederates was found un
der that tree. Whether the heroof the
day before was one of the ghastly dead,
will probably never be known.
About Women.
Woman is the Masterpiece.— Confu
cius.
lie that takes a wife take care. -
Herder.
Woman is the crown of creation.—
Franklin.
Women teach ns repose, civility and
dignity.— Voltaire.
All that I am my mother made me.
John Quincy Adams.
No man can either live piously or
die righteous with out having a wife.—
Bidder.
The sweetest thing in this life is the
unclouded welcome of a wife.— N. P.
Willis.
All the reasonings of man are not
worth one sentiment of women.— Vol
taire.
Women are a new race, recreated
since the world received Christianity.
—Beecher.
But one tiling on earth is better than
the wife, that is the mother.— Leopold
Tchefer.
Woman is born for love, and it is
impossible to turn her from it.—Mar
garet Fuller Ossolt.
Woman is the Sunday of man ; not
his repose only, bnt his joy, and the
salt of his life.— Midielct.
A man with a silver-plated, double
back-action coin holder, says the Fran,s
ville Argus, came into the sanctum,
the other day, and commenced explain
ing the beauties of the article for hold
ing silver halves, etc., and he had
gotten half through before he
found he was in a printing office.
When he saw his mistake he went to
the door, sadly opened it, and kicked
himself clear down stairs.
The difference between a besotted
man and a pig is a slight one at best.
One is hunting grog and the other a
granting hog.
MILLTIEIM, IA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 3., 1884.
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
A Boy's Battle for Life
While Captain Johnson, of Clinch
county, Georgia, was helping a party of
twenty-five or thirty men haul for
trout m a mill- pond the other day, his
little son, Joseph, hud a most thrilling
experience. Master Joseph cariied a
bag, or corn sack, in which to deposit
the fish when caught. When loaded
with as many as he could cany,he took
them out and made a Uepasit and re
turned for mire, I a making one of
these trips while wading through wa
ter about three feet deep some distance
from the fishermen, a monster alliga
tor, said to be of unusual siz,rosa sud
denly right at the boy and seized him
by the thigh. A desperate struggle en
sued-the boy battled for his life and
llie alligator for his prey. It so hap
pened that the bag, which hung by the
boy's side, was caught in tho alligator's
mouth with the thigh, and it proved
a sort of shield—lessoning greatly the
incisions made by the brute's te6tb,
and thus, perhaps, preventing a shock
to his nervous system which might
have made him succumb without the
struggle which saved him his life. By
an effort—one of those superhuman ef
forts which come to men when only
facing death—the boy tore his bleeding
flesh from the alligator's jaws. The
monster, grimly held to the sack a mo
ment with tho delusion, perhaps, that
lie still had his prey, affording the boy
an opportunity to escape.
He had hardly extricated himself
from tho jaws of death before the fish
ermen, alarmed by tho struggle, were
at hand, and another battle ensued.
Thirty men, armed with gigs, poles,
Docket knives, and such other instru
ments of war as were near at hand,
charged upon the monster. Being in
three feet of water,the 'gator had con
siderable advaniage.hut those men had
their bLod up and were not to be out
done. They poled, aud punched, and
harpooned him until the brute was al
most outdone, when one of the party
made bold to seize him by the tail.
This was a signal for a general assault.
In less time than it would toko to toll
it a number of the more daring had
him by the tail and legs. There were
too many of them far tho 'gator to
slap around with his. tail, a peculiar
mode of 'gator warfare, and he had to
give up the fight. A harpoon was
plunged into his mouth and then it
was safe to approach him with
pocket knives. Bion his head was sev
ered from his body, and tho victorious
party marched out of the pond with
the monster's head on a po!e.
It Will Com 3 Back to You.
You have a father ? You have a
mother ? You love them. But once
in a while you grow impatieut, and the
weakness of your nature crops out ; it
wreaks itself on innocent father and
mother, perhaps, and they suffer the
punishment of a word called up by au
other's annoyance. The hard word is
spoken. It may be regretted, forgiven
and forgot,but it cau never be recalled.
Father and mother will sigh and for
give, but—
Some day it will come back to yon.
Yesterday, maybe, a little one ran
up to you smilingly,and with the iuno
cent, heaven-born confidence of child
hood, clappiug its little hands, that
would not harm a fly, in your face.
The childish action delighted its au
thor, but it annoyed you. You were
busy and reproved the little one. Two
pearly tears stood in her great blue
eyes, her hps faltered, and she turned
away from you. The era of childhood,
with its happy fleeting hours,will,erase
the unkind word, but—
Some day it will come back to you.
A beggar stands at your door. The
rain is dashing in torrents through the
black atmosphere of the night, and the
sharp vivid lightings only intensify by
their violent contrast the awfulness of
the darkness. The beggar's plea for
shelter is puncluated by the blast that
howls forth its anger, and you turn
your brother off.
This will come back to you some
day.
If you are impatient,testy,ill-humor
ed, spiteful, malicious, cowardly and
mean, your whole life will be a con
stant reckoning with evil actions whose
enormity is only equalled by the in
creased wickedness of the future. A
bad heart is a boomerang of passions,
whose evil consequences always fall on
the head of their luckless author. On
the other hand, all good deeds work in
a similar way with the rules that gov
ern promises and seclusions, causes and
effects ; if either good or bad, the re
sults will be in conformity with the
nature of the deed. Your bad deeds
and good deeds are juries that sit upon
the destiny of your life and decide the
verdict of happiness or despair.
Some day they will come br.ck to
you.— Exchange.
How a Union Soldier Made a
Fiddle.
It was at the 44 Brandy Station Vir
ginia in the winter of 1803—01, says
the WestlMd (Mass.) 7Vim, that Geo.
M. Colt, Company (', Second Ver
mont Volunteers, proposed to make the
cheer-giving instrument; and with a
hatchet, jack knife, file, and a piece of
junk buttle at his only toil, ho cut
a piece of maple from a stump that
grew on the bank of the Rappahannock
River, set to work. The back and the
sides of the fiddle are of one piece—a
rcijular dujout. The top is of hemlock
taken from a Ixix which brought some
Goalies from their friends in \ r armount.
The bow is of maple. The keys were
made from the horns o r fl tome Confedr
rat cattle that fell into our hands and
were devoured by our carnivorous sol
diery so that the poor brutes contribut
ed to our mental as well ;vs physical
welfare. The hairs were pulled from
the tail of the Colonel's horse, who
was fond of music and never raised a
foot in resistance. It is said he even
signified his witness to furnish enough
of his hoofs for glue, but that was
found elsewhere, and the instrument
was completed, and in the hands of a
modern Paqanini who rose for the oc
casion, gave forth its soul-stirring
strains. It conjured up staq dances
serenaded headquarters, and was ad
mired and cherished by t lie officers and
mer. of the Green Mountain 1 toys.
The rest must be left to imagination,
as far as its army record is concerned.
Suffice it is to say it was honorably
discharged, and has been the heroof
several occasions since the war, receiv
ing the first premium at the Vermont
State Fair. Rnde as is its origin, its
tone is remarkably sweet and especially
in the rendering of Old John Jiroicn
and other airs that were offsprings of
tho war, which seem to revive in the
memory of the exciting scenes of its
early existance. Its maker and owner
still lives, though he received wounds
after the production of his instrument
that have nearly disabled him for ac
tive duty.
The Miseries Of A Moan Man.
Sometimes 1 wonder what a man
thinks about when he goes to bed,
when he turns out the light and lies
down, when the darkness closes in
about him and he is alone, and com
pelled to be honest with himself. And
not a bright thought, not a generous
impulse, not a manly act, not a word of
blessing, not a grateful look, comes to
bless him again. Notapennj dropped
into the outstretched palm of poverty,
nor the palm of a loving word dropped
into an aching heart; no sunbeam of
encouragemont cast upon a struggling
life; the strong arm of fellowship reach
ed out to help some fallen man to his
feet—when none of these things come
to him as tho God bless you of the de
parted dny, how he must hate himself.
Ilow he must try to roll away from
himself and sleep on the other side of
the bed. When the only victory, he can
think of is some mean victory in
which he has wronged a neighbor, No
wonder he always sneei*3 when he tries
to smile. Ilow fair and pute and good
all the rest of the world must look to
him, and how cheerless and dusty and
dreary must his own path appear.
Why, even one lone, insolated act of
meanness is enough to scatter cracker
crumbs in the bed of the average ordi
nary man, and what must be the feel
ings of a man whose whole life is given
up to mean acts? When their is so
much suffering and heartache and mis
ery in the world, anyhow wny should
you add one pound of wikedness oi\sad
ness to the general burden? Don't be
mean, my boy. Suffer injustice a
thousand times rather than comm it it
once.— Burdettc.
WIIOOPIXG COUGH.— Dr. Garth, of
Vienna, proposes a singular treatment
for this distressing ailmeut, which will
doubtless receive careful consideration
from the medical profession. He states
that by placing twenty drops of the oil
of turpentine 011 a handkerchief, hold
ing it before the face, and taking about
forty deep inspirations, to be repeated
thrice daily, marked relief, succeeded
in cases of laryngeal catarrh by speedy
cure, is tho result. Being called in to
attend an infant of fifteen months in
the convulsive stage, he instructed the
child's mother to hold a cloth moisten
ed as already described, before it when
awake, and to drop the oil upon its pil
low when it slept. In this instance the
remedy in its effect was most beneficial
The frequency and severity of the at
tacks sensibly decreased in the course
of twenty-four hours, and by proper
support by tho help of stimulants, im
provement was rapid.
Patrick saw a bull pawing in afield,
and thought what fun it would be to
catch him by the horns and rub his
nose in the dirt. The idea was so
funnv that lie laid down and laughed
to think of it. The more he thought
of it, the funnier it seemed, and he
determined to do it. Taurus quickly
tossed him over the fence. Pat leis
urely picked himself up, with the con
solatory remark: "Will, it's a mighty
foin thing I had my laugh foorst."
Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance.
A FLORIDA CRACKER.
Riding Away From Blood-thirsty
Indiana on a Snow.
"Talkiu' about Ingius, let ti)o tell
you about a narrercr escape I had once
from the blanic-takcd tilings than the
one I told you about afore. Hit hap
pened along in 1537, when I was tollab
ly young and spry and had just fettled
in this country. ' I had a tight smart
little cleatin' of forty acres, had just
married Sal Jennings- an' a likely
young gal she was, too—an' we settled
down to farmiu'. We had a snug little
log Iotise of two rooms, a good barn
and crib, a bunch of cattle that I had '
arned wot kin 1 out, lots of chickens an'
a long, gaunt, ungainly sow that Sal's
folkt s had giu her when we got mar
ried.
"This hero sow was the ornaiiest
lookin' animile that ever 1 seed. She
was nigh onto six feet long and not
much fatter than a gallon of pump wa
ter. Jler years had been cut off clost
to Iter bead an' her tail was jest a hard
stump that you could hang a bucket on
when you went to the spring arter wa
ter; but she had more solid hard sense
than any saw I've ever seed afore or
since. We called her Lot, bekase my
woman, who was well lant an' had
nearly a hull Bible, 'lowed it was goin'
to take a heap ot salt to pack her a
way when we got outen meat an' de
cided to k:ll her. She was a sort oT pet,
too, fed around the house gineraly; al
ius cam.© to the door aiter tier bucket
of slops at night, an' no matter where
she'd happen to be she'd come right up
when we hollereJ or whistled for her.
She seemed to understand every word
I said to her an' was a heap of use to
us, for she kept the house clar of in
sects. She'd come in the house just
at°r dinner and lay down on the fl >ot
with her mouth ojen, as if she was a
sleep like, and the ants, flies and fleas
would all crowd in, an' then she'd shut
her inoutli up clost and that crowd of
visitors was gone up. Then she'd turn
arouud an' wink her eye at rae, too!
Yes, sir; actlily wink Jier eye at me!
I've seed her do hit many a time. I
* I
sot a heap of store by that there sow
an' alius treated her kindly, an' tilt
time I'm telliu' you about my narref
escape she sated my life.
1 'One night, after we'd all gone to
bed, my woman was takeu poweiful
bad with some sort of m#se;y in the
stomach. I tried all the doctor truck
I had in the house, but hit didn't do no
good, so I concluded I'd best go to the
store at the ferry an' git a dose o' puke
for her. 1 kuowed that if she could git
a good chance of vomitiu' she'd be all
right, so I saddled my creetur an' put
out for the store, which was nigh four
teen mile 3 off. I got ther' about ten o'
clock, got the medicine an' started for
home fast as I could go, I te'l you,
young man, hit was sort of resky to
leave yer wife all alone that way an'
ride twenty-eight miles through the
woods on a dark night, but in them
days we often had to do hit. Well, I
rode along jest as fast as I could, an*
when I got in sight of the house I saw
hit was all dark, but that didn't troub
le me much, for I thought the light
'ud fire had gin out, an' my wife was
too sick to put more on or raought be
better an' gone to sleep. Jest as I got
about half way to the barn my mule
give a snort and jumped to one side,
nigh ilirowin' meoater the saddle. I
sburred her to make her go on, an'—
vim! came a shot an' she fell right un
der me, shot through the head. Oh,
Lordy, nay heart went up in my swal
low, for there was an awful yell an' my
house blazed right up. I was all in a
trimble an' didn't know which way to
turn. Ikn owed my wife must be dead
an' so I made for the swamp with the
red devils a chasin' and yeilin' at me.
•'Jest as 1 got to the edge of the
swamp I heaid a grunt an' there riz up
that ole sow, Lot. Then the good lord
must have put the thought in me, an' I
jumped on her back, scrooch in' migh
ty close along tier backbone an' a-hold
in' ou to her shoulder-blades, with ray
feet sorter clinched uuder her belly.
That ole sow seemed to know 'zactly
what to do. She just buckled down to
hit and into the swamp we went. Tire
lugius chased us about six miles, but
Lot could outrun 'em and they had to
give it up.
4 'l gathered up my wife's bones,
what 1 could find of 'em, au' buried
'em right over thar where you see that
little hill, and then I went to buntin'
an' trappin' and killiri' of logins fer a
livin'. I built another little cabin—
this one you're in now—an'gradually
got another farm again, ray own work'
cookiu' an' all. 1 expect to live an,
die here, fer I'm gittin' too old to trav
el much now."
In all ages there are some great
truths abroad in the air ; they consti
tute the intellectual atmosphere of the
century.
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HUMOROUS.
HE COULD SYMPATHIZE wrrnHnr—
' /• <' >
Theophilus Wiggleton could crawl out
through a smaller hole than any other
man in fown; I mean by that, that he
could shirk responsibility and expe
eially creep away from paying his
honest debts. In this latter respect
he was both slipi>ery and brazen.
Here is a case directly to the point.
Homer Harvey was known as one
of the best-natnred and most accom
modating tailors. He had entered the
name of Theophikis Wiggleton in Ws
books believing him to be what he
would appear to be, —worth money;
and under tl*at impression he had made
for him two suits of clothes of the fin
est cloth ; after that he had furnished
him with a third suit, for fear of los
ing what was already due should he
irritate the man by refusing him.
And now Harvey wanted his money.
He wanted it very much. The bill a
inounted to little more than SIOO, and
the debtor had many times promised
that in a very few days the lftoney
should le forthcoming.
One bright summer's day the tailor
met this delinquent customer, and
caught him by the sleeve.
"Wiggleton, my dear man, can you
let me have the amount of my bilf a
gainst you this morning ?" *
•*()! ho! ht>! It's you, my dear
old fellow! How are you?" And he
gave him a handgrasp that was warm
and hearty. "Say, Harvey, are you
pressed ? I)o you owe anybody that
ought to be paid at once ?"
, From the look of Wiggleten's eye,
as lie gave a sidelong glance from it,
the tailor believed, if he should own
to lieing in debt to others, that the fel
low would retort that it was very un
principled of him tt> press him for mo
ney. So he answered in the negative.
"No," he said, "I don't owe; and I
don't mean to if I can help it."
"Aha!—good, good I" eried Theo
philus gladlv. "If you are owing no-
Ivvly, of course you cannot need mo
ney: At all event*, you don't need it
one-half so much as I do; for lam in
debt. But don't worry, Harvey. It
shall come some time."
The tailor turned away in disgust,
and in partial despair.
The next time he asked the man for
money he wouldn't give him such a
hole through which to crawl away.
The next time came. Harvey met
his man at the hotel bar.
"Ah, Wiggleton! You are just the
man I have been wishing to see. Can
you make it convenient to pay that
little bill to-day ?"
"My dear Harvey, are yon really in
need ?"
"I am; desperately so!"
' • Merey 1 You don't owe anybody
else money, do you !"
"I do; I owe a large sum !"
"Aha ! Good, good!" graspingtho
tailor's hand. "Now, my dear fellow,
you can sympathize with me. We're
both in the same IK>X. But don't let
us fret. We'll keep our shoulder to
the wheel—keep our courage up, my
boy, and we'll come out all right.
Never fear. Have a drink !"
Mark Lemon once said it is with
narrow-©ouled people as with narrow
necked bottles—the less they have in
them the more noise they make in get
ting it out.
A Western editor, in response to a
subscriber, who grumbles that his
morning pa]>cr was intolerably damp,
says "that is because there is so much
due on it."
"I am afraid, dear wife, that while
I am gone, absence will conquer love."
"Oh, never fear, dear husband—the
longer you stay away the better I shall
like you."
A Lowell man has a wife of such a
changeable disposition that he says he
loves her some days enough to eat her
up, and the next day he wishes to
graeious he had.
.. A man asked for admission to a
show for half-price, as he had but one
eye. But the manager told him it
would take him twice as long to see
the show as it would anybody else,
and charged him double.
"There is nothing like settling
down," said the retired merchant, con
fidentially, to his neighbor. "When
I gave up business I settled down and
found that I had quite a comfortable
fortune. If I had settled up I should
not have had a cent."