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"Prop er cloudy day for fishing. Come sis I" "All right, I will. Good-bye,grand ma, and here's a kiss. Don't worry, mother. You needn't look so shocked, Belle, for I've been an angel all sum mer^—haven't whistled for a fortnight. I will to-day, though !*' muttered Syd, rebellionsly, as she drew on her rubber boots and buttoned her waterproof in the hall. "Girls didn't go trapsin' off so when I was young 1" and grandma shook her head wisely over her knitting needles. "Seventeen years old," sighed Mrs. Grey son, "and such a romp 1" "Too bad, for she can be a little lady when she tries I" added Belle. Meanwhile Syd,at once the pride and torment of the family, with fishing-rod over shoulder, was dashing through the wet fields, in the direction of the lake. "How that girl does go !" mutter ed Tom, who brought up the rear pauting and out of breath. "Syd ! Hold on ! It's a-going to rain. Here's the umbrel! Hold on. I say !" Syd "heid on" accordingly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling, her hair hopelessly down. Very pretty was Syd, especially with all that shining hair oyer her shoulders, and not at all "fast" looking either, though she could fish, swim, play ball, row, ride and shoot, as well as her brother Tom. The two "sports" aimed for a favorite fishing station, a sort of plateau, with a fringe of sturdy shrubs along the edge over-hanging a narrow sirip of sandy shore. Just beyond was a deep hole, where the big fishes of the lake lay concealed. "Stay here and fish, Syd, while I get some more grubs. There ain't half e uough bait." Syd nodded, and Tom darted away. The fair fishei viewed the wriggling mass of worms in Tom's tin cup with evident disgust, took a thick brown pa per from her pocket, opened it, disclo sing fragments of fre3h pork, and then baited her hook, whistling "Ye hanks and braes" with all her might during the operation. A fine-looking young fellow, sitting on a camp-stool beneath Syd's perch, looked up at the sound. It eyidently disturbed him, for he frowned angrily up at the bushes that concealed the un conscious offender ; but seeing no one, went on with his work. This was not fishing, however. Au easel stood be fore him ; he held palette and brushes in his hand. He was an amateur ar tist, probably. He bad been trying in vain that afternoon to catch the effect of rain on water, and his failure had put him out of sorts apparently, for as the unseen whistler went from "Bon nie Doon" to "Captain Jenks," he contracted his brow and muttered something ill natured about"confound ed boys." But he was destined to a worse doom than this, for as the line, which had lain still in the water a few minutes, was jerked sharply up, a monstrous fish dropped off, and the hook, relieved of its weight, swung suddenly round, burying itself on the back of the ar* tist's hand. He started up, uttering an exclamation more expressiye than polite. "Deuce take that boy 1" said he with an emphasis so energetic that it reach ed unlucky Syd. "Oh, my soul I" she exclaimed, and dart3d down the rocks. Meanwhile the artist, holding his jackknife in his left hand, was endeav oring to open it with his teeth. "Good heayens! What have I done ?" He looked up in astonishment, to see a lovely young lady with a mass of bright hair around her shoulders, and great, startled violet eyes, bending over him, looking very pile aud anxious. "Oh, lam so sorry ! I didn't mean to 1 Please do forgive me V Are you very much hurt ?" all in a breath. So surprised was he at the unexpect ed apparition, that he didu't hear half she said. "Nothing serious. Pray don't be a larmed. Nothing, upon my woid ! Only some confounded boy up above there, who has been distracting me for a half hour with his whistling, sent me this favor—by way of climax, I sup pose." MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 13., 1885. Then lie showed hi* hand to Syd. "0!", >ir, it was I ! I'm Syd. I didn't know—l never—l—can I help you, sir V" "Thank you, you can if your nerves are strong. I can't cut this out with my left hand. If you'd bo so kind—" "Pit try. sir. It's no more than I deserve as punishment." Syd set her teeth and went to work. Calm and collected, her hand did not shako once, while she cut out the offend ing fish-hook, washed tho wound, and bound it up with her handkerchief. But when the operation was oyer she was paler than her patient. "Now, sir, we must go home—it's going to rain. And if you w ill only stop at our house a moment, mother will give you some wonderful salve that never fails to cure. You must lei me do something for you, or I shall never forgive myself " "Don't apologize, pray. I ought to beg your pardon instead of having spoken so slightingly of your whistling. I think now it was a very creditable performance, full of spirit and grace. But if you must make some amends for your misdeeds, I'll burden you with this camp-stool to carry byway ol penance. My paint-box nd canvass will be all I cau manage. Never mind the easel ; that will be all right here." "Tom can cariy it, sir. Tom !" That individual, who had been en joyiug the dramatic scene from behind the bushes, now descended and follow ed the couple from afar, bearing the easel, and stopping only twice to stand oti his head byway of expressing his hilarity. In the middle of the afternoon, as Belle was looting listlessly out of the window at the driving rain, she gave a start. "Mother, see here !" Syd was at 2the gate, her splendid hair down,carrying a camp-stool in one hand, and with the other holding an umbrella protestingly over a tall young gentleman, one of whose Bands seemed to be somehow disabled. '•Mr. Lester, Bessie Grant's New York consin ! He's a distinguished artist, and is visiting at the Grant's during his summer vacation. What will he think of that wild girl of ours ? Why, he's coming in, as I live !" He was coming in, for Syd had said in an earnest tone,— "Please stop, and let mother do something for your hand ! Beside, I shall have to 'fess my wrong-doing,and shall want your protection." "With pleasure. Miss Geyson. Only don't, Topsy like, 'fess auything you haven't done." "Y"ou think me bad enough with out," said Syd, with a laugh, as they stood on the steps. "I have brought you a patient, mother," she continued, as soon as she had introduced them properly. "I beg pardon, madam,for intruding upon you unceremoniously, but Miss Sydney tells me of some magical medi cine you have. I was so unfortunate as 10 hurt my hand." "I hurt it, you meau," interposed Syd. "Well, yes, Mrs. Greyson," said Godfrey Lester, laughing, "I believe your daughter did mistake me for a fish." Here he bowed to grandma, who had advanced from her corner. "I assure you she found me a trouble some one, and had hard woik to get me off her hook." "How do you do, Mr. Fish V" said grandma, very politely. She was'a little deaf and had not got the run ot the story. Poor Syd, in spite of her patience, was boiling over with suppressed laughter, and Tom stood on his head in the hall. Mrs. Greyson bustled around, bring ing lint, ointment and bandages, to bind up the wound, while Belle scolded Syd in an undertone. "That Mr. Fish seems to be a very fine young man," said grandma,at sup per, after Mr. Lester had departed. "But I didn't quite understand how he came to hurt his hand so." Syd bit her lips ; Tom choked, and was sent from the table in disgrace. Mr. Lester came every day for a re newal of the ointment. He might have taken some with him, and thus saved so many journeys, but he never seemed to think of that. After a little, a great change came over Miss Sydney Greyson. "Syd's getting too poky for any thing," said Tom. "She won't fish or shoot, and she says things are 'very nice' instead of 'joll.' " "What a little lady Sydne is getting to be !" said her mother. "It's high time !" from grandma. "I know why," said Belle the senti mental, "Syd is in love !" "Ah I" said grandma ; "with Mr. Fish ?" For grandma would persist in calling Godfrey Lester Mr. Fish, to Syd's deep disgust and to Master Tom's infinite delight. A PAPER FOR TIIIfirtfOMH CIRCLE. Long after the lacerated hand recov ered, Mr. Luster continued IDS visits, probably because be bad got into the habit of going to tho Greysons', and habits are notorious tyrants. Byd sud denly took a contrary fit, indulged hi freaks unaccountable, and was wilder than ever. Mi. Lester sooraed to like her none the less for this. I think he understood it. Don't you V One night, at a party,Byd was enjoy ing herself hugely in her own way ; that was, by horrifying a group of in • terested listeners with accounts of her many escapades. To shock the dainty bells and effeminate dandies by her bold disclosures, delighted the wicked little creature. She did not look like a hoyden,in her fleecy white dress, looped with purple panises, and pansies just the color of her eyes in her bright bair. "You look like an angel, Syd dear," Belle had said. "Be one to-night, and let .Mr. Lester see that you can be a lady." This was well meant, but mistaken adyice, and had the effect, of course,of making Syd resolve to behave her very worst. And sho kept her word. "I really think I haye been too an gellic for anything this summer. It worries me to think of it. I fear I shall die young like the story-book ser aphs, for I'm getting quite heavenly. Just think ! I've been fishing only once this season. But that time I caught such a large fish—enormous ! In fact—" "Did you take him home, Sydney ?" asked Bessie Grant. "Of course I did 1" replied Syd. "And—Mrs. Greyson doctored him up, and now he's entirely recovered." And then Syd went on to tell how many birds she had "bagged'Mn yester day's sport, and how she had drowned six kittens that morning. "Oh ! how could you, Syd ?" cried Bessie. "Because Tom wouldn't. Boys are too tender-hearted for that sort of thing," in a most matter-cf-fact tone. This was tad enough, but she went on from bad to worse, saying the most extraordinary things in the quietest, most ladylike way, anil in the sweetest of voices. "I've finished the business now,"ste said to herself, as she took down her liair that night. "I did my worst, and he's doubtless so disgusted that he'll never want to see me again. I don't care !" But she sobbed hersolf to sleep. The next morning Mr. Lester called, and fouud Sydalone in the little parlor. She was pale, but greeted him very composedly. "This is a farewell visit, Miss Sydney; the last,* probably of many pleasant ones. My business calls me back, and I leave this afternoon." Syd's voice was very cool, but she dropped her work and stooped to regain it. Goodfrey bent also, and as both rose, he looked straight into her face. "Your eyes are full of tears.Syd dar ling 1 Why what's the matter ?" "My great grandfather is dead I" said Syd, in a doleful tone. ******* Two years afterward, a gentleman aud lady were strolling along the banks of the Danube, where a number of sturdy little peasant lads were engaged with hook and line. "Look at tlioße little chaps, Mrs. Lester ! JDon't you envy them V Wouldn't you like to try it again,your self ?" "No, indeed. Godfrey 1" laughed Syd, prettier than ever, and quite as saucy. "My last exploit in that line cured me entirely and forever of my mania for fishing." "Why so, Mrs. Lester? Were you disappointed in the fish you caught on that occasion ? Are you dissatisfied with me, dear ?" I shall not tell you what Syd said ; but I should say—judging from the tender light in her violet eyes, and the rapturous expression on the face of her "fish" at her answer—that she was not dissatisfied. Why Whiskers Could Grow. 'Here's another lie,' said Mrs. Smith,who was reading a newspaper. 'What is it, my dear ?' asked her husband.' 'Why, this newspaper says an In diana woman was disiuterred the oth er day, after being buried two years, and that whiskers four inches long had grown on her jfacc since her bur ial. I don't believe a word of it.' 'I do,' said Smith.' 'Well, I don't. How could whisk ers grow on a woman's face after she is dead ?' 'Easy enough, Jane. She would hold her chin still long enough to give the whiskers a chance.' Newman Independent. Receipted the Bill. How a Sharp Collector Suffered Loss Through Hia Shrowdne33. Mr. Kurry Komba, the acute and as tute collector of tho Gas Company, strolled into the office yesterday, laugh ing as if his ribs had been tickled with a horse-radish grater. •Oh, you should have been with me down at old Solomon Levi's just now,' lie gasped, as he sank exhausted into a chair. 'Why, what's the matter with old Solomon ?' inquired the obituary edit or, as he leaned back and clasped his hands around the back of bis neck. •Oh,it's altogether too rich,' respond ed Mr. Kombs, when he had recoyered his breath. 'You see I had a gas bill to collect amounting to S3O, and when 1 presented it tho old galoot said : 'All right, Mr. Gomps,' and going to the safe, lie brought out a SIOO bill and stuck it at me, saying : 'May be you can shange dot bill, Mr. Gomps.' I looked at the bill and saw at once that it was a counterfeit. I was going to iamn the old son of a gun, but an idea struck mo like a pile driyer. I bad a lot of bogus coin in my pocket that I had been siuck on a day or two before, so I just receipted the bill and took his SIOO bill and gave him the change in coun terfeit coin. Oh, bo, ho, lie, he, lie,' — yelled Mr. Kombs, as be fairly rolled on the floor in the excess of his merri ment, 'how the old sucker will kick when he tumbles to the sell.' 'Well ?' said the obituary editor. 'Well,'said Mr. Kombs, 'don't you see how I played it on liirn V You are about as thick-headed as old Levi, it strikes me.' 'You say you Fgave him counterfeit money in change ?' said the obituary editor. 'Yes, that's where I got ahead of him,' responded Mr. Kombs. 'And you took his counterfeit mon ey ?' said the obituary editor.' 'Why, certainly, and gave him the same kind of change,' Mr. Kombs re plied. 'And you say that you gave liira a re ceipt in full ?' persisted the obituary editor. 'Why, of course, what's the matter with you anyway,' said Mr. Kombs, with a shade of irritation in his voice, 'didn't I do him up slick ?' 'Well, perhaps that's a good way of doing business,' said the obituary edit or, 'but I must admit that I am a little puzzled to see how the Gas Company got its bill paid in the deal. However, you slick collectors are a little above the comprehension ot an ordinary news paper man.' Mr. Kombs slowly arose from bis seat with a dazed expression upon his countenance. 4 Well,jbythe shades of Jack China,' he ejaculated. 'I never thought of that. There's another thir ty dollars gone out of my salary, and I thought I was just too smart to live.' And lie wended his way sadly and pen sively down stairs. Advice to Young Married People. "Drive gently over the stones I" This piece of advice, which is frequent ly given to inexperienced whips, may be respectfully suggested to the newly married. There are stony places on the road to happineess, which if not carefully driven oyer, may upset the domestic coach. The first rock ahead which should be marked "dangerous" is the first year of married life. Here, especially is the first step that costs; as a rule, the first year either mars or makes a marriage. During this period errors may be committed which will cast a shadow over every year that fol lows. On awakening suddenly from sleep we feel put out and rather cross. May not the young husband and wife experience feelings not entirely Jdiffer ent when they awake to reality from the dreams of courtship and the fascin ation of the honeymoon ? Everything must once more be contemplated after the ordinary manner of the world, once more with subdued feelings spoken of, considered and settled. For the first time husband and wife see each othei as they accuaUy are. Each brings cer tain peculiarities into the married state to which the other has to grow accus tomed. They have now to live no lon ger for themselves, but for each other, and the lesson is not learned in a mo ment. In all things indifferent the husband and wife must be willing to yield, however new it may be to them, however different from what they themselves thought. Self must be sac rificed in order thereby to gain the help of another beloved existence. A lady once asked Dr. Johnson how in his dictionary he came to define pastern the knee of a horse ; he immediately answered : "Ignorance,madam ; pure ignorance." This is the simple expla nation of many an accident that takes place at the commencement of the mat rimonial journey. The youug couple have not yet learned the dangerous pla ces of the road, and, as a consequence, they drive carelessly over them.—2/ie Quiver. Terms, SI.OO per Year, in Advance. OLD JASPER'S LUCK. The Astonlshinß Revolution a Lot tery Prize Wrought. llenry Christian, Cuba's partner in the barber business, tells a story on a venerable relative of his who lived down in Mississippi. Jasper was his name and a few years ago he drew a $5,000 cash price in a lottery. The sura was measureless wealth. The word millions conveyed to the guileless mind of old Jasper no idea of greater wea'th than did the sight of his $5 900. He was a wood-sawyer by occupation, and bis first act after getting possession of his money was to throw away his saw buck and saw. He next placed $3,000 in the hands of a trusty white man of business,and with the remaining $2,000 be resolved to buy the universe—the earth alone being quite too insignificant to engage his attention more than a passing moment. 'Well, sab,' said Chris, 'de way dat old man did lope and frow hisself beat all. De fus' thing he did was to buy his ole woman a silk dress an' a red woolen shawl. Then he went fishin'— wouldn't carry no wuras. in his mouf no mo' but got a box to tote 'em in. I neyer did hear sech doin's—never did shu'. Didn't have no good luck fishiu,' no liow, so lie hired a double team from a livery man .and went out ridin\ Co'se lie took his ole woman 'long, and when he got back he jest give de hull rig a way to a feller lie seen comin' long de street and paid de livery man out-an'- out full value,an'didn't never see it no 1110.' 'Nex'day he bought a dawg and then bought a collar for it, an' de collar was so heavy and big it choked the dawg to death.' 'On 'count of dat unlucky play he took his ole sow an' tied her to a pos' an' walloped her till he couldn't res'. Every time he'd fetch down de rawhide he'd say, 'l'll show whose yo' boss— who's yo' mas'r. I'll let yo' know I own yo', I does. Didn' I pay fo' yo' ?' 'But the po' ole man got lef' soon af ter dat. Yo' see he bought a yacht and went out salin' on Mobile Bay. His ole woman tried to get him to let up on sailin'—tole him a squall was corain' an' he'd go down. ' 'Neyer you mind, honey,' says Jas per, 'I pay for de squall, an' I'se gwine to hab it, an' no niggaii ain't gwine to stop me.' 'He went, and shu' 'nosgh the squall fotched him. Over went his boat in plain sight ob de po'ole woman, and down to de bottom went Uncle Jasper. 'But when his drownded body was toted ashore nobody down Mobile way never did see no sech big funeral as dat ole woman got up fo' her old man.' — Detroit Free Press. A.n Original Letter. Just twenty-eight years ago, accord ing to a recently-resurrected diary of a private secretary of the fifteenth presi dent of the United States, Mr. Buchan an received the following letter from a rural postmaster in Illinois, who had just discovered that the regulations of the department required a quarterlvjre port from him : MISTER JEEMS BUCKCANNIN— Deer Surßein required by the lustruc ions of the Post office to report to you quarterly I heer with foolfil that pleas in dooty by reportin as follers : The liarvestiu has bin goin on kinder peert like and most of the nabers have thare cuttin dun. Weat is hardly a ayerage crop on rolin land, but its all hunk in the hol'.ers. Corn is yallerish and wont turn out more than ten bushels to the aker. The health of the keutry is only tolloble good, and colery has broke out 2 miles around from here. But there is a powerful stur on the subject of relig ion, and sixty of the bigest sinners in Macoupin county have jined the church. Two of Jack Kisers best set tin hens pegged out last week, and the gaps is among the peepies. My health is not good, I got it so in my back. Give my luv to Mrs. Buckcannin and subscribe myself yours truly. All fur this quarter. JACK PLUMER. Leaving the Far m. The Journal of Education argues th at if the young men from the rural dis tricts, after receiving the benefits education, desert the farms to engage in mercantile and other kinds of busi ness, 'where they can secure for them selves a larger share of this world's comforts and enjoyments, with shorter hours of toil,' the schools ought not to be blamed, but praised, for affording them 'the grand opportunity.' This is a matter about which there is much difference of opinion. The boy ought not to get the impression that all the 'grand opportunities' are to be found in the cities. There are 'opportunities' quite as 'grand' in rural life, and the boy ought to be made to see them in or der that he may not mistake his proper course. 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