' Bellefonte, Pa., June 13, 1890.
HE'D HAD NO SHOW.
Joe Beall *ud ‘set upon a keg
Down to the.groe’ry store, an’ throw
One leg righ over ’tother leg,
An’ swear he'd never had no show.
“Oly, no,” said Joe,
: “Hain’t had noshow.”
Then shift his quid'to tother jaw,
An’ chaw, an’ chaw, an! caw, an’ chaw.
He =&id he got no start in life,
Didn't git no woney from his dad,
The washin’ took in by his wife
Earned all the funds he ever had;
its no,” said Joe,
“Hain’t hed no show.”
An’ then he'd look up at the clock,
An’ telk, an’ talk, an’ talk, an’ talk.
“I’ve waited twenty year—let’s see—
Yes, twenty-four, an’ never struck,
Althe’ I've sot roun’ patiently,
The fust tarnashion streak er luck.
Oh, no,” said Joe,
“Hain’t hed no show.”
Then stuck like mucilage to the spot,
An’ sot, an’ sot, an’ sot, an’ sot,
“I've come down regerler ever’ day
For twenty years to Piper's store;
I've sot here in a patient way,
Say, hain’t I, Piper’ Piper swore,
“I tell ye, Joe,
Yer haipn’t no show.
Yer too durned patient”—the hull raftg
Jest laffed, an’ laffed, an’ laffed, an’ laffed.
S. W. Foss in Yankee Blade.
TE RSI SRR
MY GRANDMOTHER'S DIAMONDS.
How time flies! Is it really so long
ago? I can see it still, if I shut my
eyes, as plainly as I did that day; the
old Virginia homestead with its crossed
halls, its doers forever open, its shad-
owing pines and willows, the roses and
magnolias in its gardens, and my face
of sixteen looking at me from the glass
as I tried on my new bonnet.
It is very becoming, indeed, my
grandmother said, leaning back in her
chair. in the stately manner which had
always been her own. Nothing can
be loyelier for a bruneite than white
and rose color. You are not as elegant
as I was at your age, but you are more
coquettish. I've no doubt you will
marry well. And now I think yon
have everything you need for a month’s
visit. Baltimore is very charming.
1ts ladies are the most fascinating in
the world ; its zentlemen the most gal
lant in America.
I heard this rather often; for my
grandmother had been one of Balti-
more’s belles, betore she married my
grandfather, and cameto reign in queen-
ly fashion over his Virginia home;
but it was always interesting to me.
If, you were only going with me
grandma, said I.
It would be no pleasure to me, child,
g¢aid my grandma. The friends of my
girlhood who still live, have all grown
very old. I fancy myself well preserved
but they would point out all changes 1
have failed to see in myself. I should
be uncomtortable. 1am toid that Mrs,
Leon, whom I remember as the most
graceful girl T knew, is obliged to go
about in a wheeled chair; that Colonel
Parker wears blue goggles. A glance
from his eye was said to subdue any
heart, thirty-five years ago. The
beautiful Miss Pelico is a peculiar
spinster, who has taken to chewing
snuff,
I should be shocked and saddened,
and I like to be cheerful.
Now for your journey. As your Un-
cle William is to take charge of you,
you had better start from this house,
which is so near the depot. I will send
the trunks over in the morning. In
the afternoon you can mount your
horse and ride through the woods, and
spend the evening with your aunt and
cousins, and you shall take with you in
3 little satchel my diamonds, if you
ike.
Grandma, I cried, not for to wear ?
You are too young for diamonds,
said my grandmother. I have left
them all to you in my will. Now don’t
begin to cry. I made the will the week
after I was left a widow, ten years ago.
And they are very, very valuable, I
want you to place them with my bank-
ers in Baltimore ; we have banked with
the same people for three generations.
Since I put on crape I have not worn
them, and I never shall ; and servants
know everything. I shall feel safe,
after the fact is widely published—as I
shall take care that it 1s—as soon as
you write me that the bankers have
them. My largest pieces of silver were
sent a year ago. Servants are not to
be trusted any longer. I don’t want to
be robbed and murdered. No one
will know you have them in your bag,
and you are such a careful little crea-
ture that I do not think you could lose
anything.
Oh, but they become you so well
dear grandma, I said. You do not
look old ; you are lovely. Do vou re-
ally mean never to wear the diamonds
ain ?
he had her fingers on her lip. Some
one was passing the window. It was
her new overseer, Jose Riva. He litt-
ed his hat as he passed, but did nct
pause. He was a Spaniard almost as
dark as the negroes themselves. His
air seemed to be both insolent and
haughty. i
I wish you would dismiss that man,
granding, I said. The people all hate
im.
They obey him, said my grand-
mother.
Why, what is that ?
It was a curious, whimpering sound,
close to our ears, and it drew nearer
and nearer. The curtain that hung
before a door into the hall, was lifted,
and an immense negro entered.
He was dressed in a blue check shirt
and pantaloons of rough, cotton stuff,
his feet were bare, his eyes, which re
minded one of those of oxen, were red
with tears. The sound we had hzard
was that of weeping. 5
He stretched out his hands towards
my grandmother.
Missis, he said, I'se come to you. I
I begs de ladies pardon, but comes for
to be defended. Mars Riva gone too
far dis time. Dey 1s a limit. De Col-
onel he never would low it. The Col-
onel thought heaps of me. Missus,
Missus, Mars Riva say he gwine whip
me. I nebber was whipped. I nebber
zarved no whippin’. . I'se the gardner,
I ain’t no fiel’ hand, Missus.
He knelt at my -grandmother’s feet.
She looked at him sadly.
What is the trouble, Jeff? she
asked.
I’se sassed him. I told him he waru’t
only & nigger himself, said Jeff, and
jess the meanest no’count I knows.
I'm; glad you did, Jeff, said I.
Thank you, Missy, said Jeff, kissing
the end of my sash. Missus, you tell
him I can’t be whipped—you tell him.
He bosses me in the garden. I knows
my business ; I'se the Colonel's gard-
ener ‘fore little Miss was born. The
Colonel nebber had anybody whipped.
Jeff, said my grandmother, I don’t
see how I can interfere. I've put all
the affairs into Mr. Riva’s hands. You i
've insulted him,
He insulted me fust, Missus, said
Jeff. He ain't only a kind of nigger
for sho’. Miesus, I can’t be whipped!
I won't. He began to cry.
Very well then ; I need not interfere,
said my grandmother.
I will'said I. That man is a beast,
a wretch.
But Jeff was gone. At supper time
the news was brought that he could not
be found. The next morning it became
known that he had ran away. Riva
was after him.
I hope he will get off, said grand-
me, calmly. Riva will never give him
any peace again, and Jeff is a favorite
of mine. He'd do well up North. 1
hope he'll get there.
And shortly Riva returned, declaring
that the runaway was not to be found.
After that Grandma and myself de-
voted ourselves to preparations for my
visit to Baltimore. On Monday morn-
ing the trunks were sent by the road,
and on Monday afternoon, with my
small traveling bag packed with dia-
monds such as few people possess, I
mounted my little horse.
My grandmother had embraced me
fondly, but she was not one to sadden
our parting by tears. She commanded
me to take conquests as a Spartan
mother might have said :
Return with your shield, or on it!
I shall be ashamed of you if you sit in
the corner and blush, she said. Talk,
laugh, sparkle as you can, animation
is your forte; and remember—go to the
hankers' ag goon as you ean.
She stood at the gate watchifig me as
[ rode away. I had just two miles of
woodpath to make befgge I reached
my uncle's plantation, and I had rid-
den alone ever since I was eight years
old. The great pine woods were un.
changed, and often I did not meet any
one during the ride. Midway there
was a spring and a deep pool. At the
spring, high on a mass of rock, hung a
cocoanut dipper. From the pool be-
low horses wereat liberty todrink. Who
go drank at the spring, first throwing a
little water over the left shoulder and
wishing for something, would surely
have that wish—the country folk said.
My horse was thirsty, and 1 dis-
mounted and led him to the pool,
while I myself climbed the rock and
drank at the wishing well. I breathed
a foolish little wish enough—no matter
what it was—and then sat still, think-
ing what a lovely spot it was.
Behind the rock was a deep cave,
the entrance of which was draped with
wild ivy. The branches of the old trees
formed an arch over the spring and
threw it into the deep shadow. There
was no underbush, and the paths were
carpeted with smooth brown pine need-
les. Inthe middle of the pool were
certain tiny floating islands on which
waler plants grew, and on its edge
bloomed some vivid scarlet flowers.
My little white horse made a graceful
picture of itself as he stood by its brink.
Far away was a glimpse of blue sky.
I lingered, loth to leave all thisbeau-
ty behind me, feeling a desire to be a
poet. or a painter, that I might record
my impressions fitly, but arose at last
to remount and ride upon my way,
when, suddenly some one seized me
from behind, flung a cloth over my
head, threw me to the earth, and tried
to wrench the satchel from me. I
struggled violently and clutched the
leather handle with the strength of de-
spair, and somehow I got rid of the
cloth that had been thrown over my
face and I saw with whom I was con-
tending—it was the Spanish overseer,
Riva.
1 uttered his name with a scream.
On the instant he exerted his strength,
wrenched the satchel from me, and
bound my hands behind, me with his
handkerchief. Then holding me by
the arm, he gave me a look of concen-
trated hate and wrath,
I heard all that you said of me to
the old lady, my dear, he said. You
don’t despise me quite 80 much just
now, I believe. Jeff did right in call-
ing me a low down nigger, you said.
You wanted me dismissed. Oh! I re-
member it all. And vow, don’t you
wish you had been more amiable? It
was not well to make me hate you.
I said nothing.
I have quite a little fortune here, he
said. shall enjoy myself in my own
country. I have feathered my’ nest
tolerably, too. It is time I retired from
business. Wish me joy. ;
Do you think you can escape? I
said. No, indeed, the country will be
aroused. You will be followed and
shot down. You can not get away
with your plunder. Return the dia-
monds to me and go, and I will not be-
tray you. Giveme back the satchel.
I will allow you to escape.
He burst into a laugh.
Oh, you will bemerciful,jhe sneered ;
no doubt, but I shall not trust you,
When I go, I leave you here, strangled
to death, before I cast you into the pool
folders and they will not fancy that I
ave robbed and killed you. T will be
found in my place; the runaway negro
—your pet Jeff—will be suspected ;
we will a him, hang him—I like
you to die knowing all that will hap.
en—and now—
He clutched me fast; my senses reel
ed. I tried to pray as those pray who
know that they are dying ; and then I
saw something creep from the entrance
of the cave, with the movement of a
tiger, and spring toward us. :
I was free. I dropped upon the
ground and lay there, and, faint and
helpless, became the terrified onlooker
of a scene that .I shall never forget
while I exist,
The figure that sprung from the cave
was the runaway Jeff. He had seized
the Spaniard in both his great hands,
lifted him above his head, and dashed
him to the ground. Thrice he re-
peated this. Each time Riva's head
had struck the ground with a sicken-
ing crash. At first he had uttered a
wild ery ; afterward, only faint groans.
At last he lay motionless and silent
and covered with blood. Then Jeff
turned to me,
Can you sit on your horse, Missy?
he said.
I can try, I said.
But I could not. "And then he took
me in his arms, and giving the satchel
into my own hands, slung the horse's
bridle over his arm, and carried me
home.
There I told my story, The consta-
bles went down in the woods to find
Riva ; but they brought only his body
back with them, and Jeff was tried for
his life, but acquitted. He had saved
me from death, and from worse than
death ; and though the wild instincts of
his savage race had made him do it
ferociously, they held that he had done
only his daty. Besides, the loaded
pistol that Riva had dropped, proved
what Jeff asserted—that he had tried
to shoot him. The overseer had also
in his pocket money: belonging to my
grandmother, and checks, which he
doubtless intended to use for his own
advantage. She had given him great
power.
My visit to Baltimore was postponed,
but not forever, though the diamonds
were not intrusted to me again; and
what I wished beside the Wishing
Well came true. All girls can guess
what it was.
As for Jeff, he was chief guardian of
my grandmother's house while she
lived, and when he died was buried at
her feet. It was her desire.
She only knew that he had saved
my life ; she had not seen how he kill-
ed the overseer, as I had-—By Mary
Kyle Cellas, in the New York Ledger.
Phil And Roy.
“Tell us a story, Uncle Phil,’ said
Rob and Archie, running to him.
«What about ?’” said Uncle Phil, as
Rob climbed on his right knee and Ar-
chie on his left.
“Oh, about something that happened
to you,’ said Bob.
“Something when you were a little
boy,” added Archie.
“Once when I was a little boy”, said
Uncle Phil, “I asked my mother to let
Roy and myself go play by tha river.”
“Was Roy your brother ?’ asked
Rob.
“No, but he was very fond of playing
with me. My mother said yes; so we
went out and had a good deal of sport.
“After awhile I took a shingle for a
boat end sailed it along the bank. At
last it began to get into deep water,
where I couldn't reach 1t with a stick,
then I told Roy to go and bring it to
me.
“He almost always did what I told
him, but this time he did not. I began
scolding him and he ran toward home.
“Then I was very angry. I picked
up a stone and threw it at him as hard
as I could.”
“Oh Uncle, Phil !"’ said Archie.
“Just then Roy turned his head, and
I struck him right over the eye.”
“0 Uncle Phil !” cried Bob.
“Yes, it made him stagger. He gave
a little cry and lay down on the
groumd.’’
“But T'was still angry with him. I
did not go to him, but waded into the
water for my boat.
~ “But it was deeper/than I thought,
Before I knew it I was in a strong cur-
rent. I screamed ; but no men were
near to help me.
“But as I went down under the dee
waters, something took hold of mean
dragged me towards shore. And when
I was safe on the bank I saw that it was
Roy. He had saved my life.”
“Good fellow !| Was he your cousin 7”
asked Bob.
“No,” replied Uncle Phil.
“What did you say to him ?’’ asked
Archie.
“I put my arms around the dear fel-
low’s neck and cried, and asked him to
forgive me.”
“What did he say ?"’ asked Bob.
“Ha said ‘Bow, wow, wow !’’
“Why, who was Roy, anyway?’
asked Archie, in great astonishment.
“He was my dog,” said Uncle Phil,
“the best dog I eversaw. I have never
been unkind to a dog or any other ani-
mal since, and I hope you never will
be.”
She Won The Gloves.
How a Northwestern Widow Convinced
an Inquisitive Man of His Error.
In one of St. Paul's palatial apartment
houses lives a young widow-one of those
willowy blondes, with brown eyes war-
ranted to kill at 100 yards. The next
time she has occasion to appear in full
dress she will probably wear a pair of
gloves which she won from a well-known
gentleman who has apartments on the
same floor. This is how it happened :
The gentleman came home one after-
noon, and as he passed along through
the hall to his rooms he saw through
the half-open door of the fair one’s room
a sight that caused him to stop and ex-
claim ; “What on earth are you doing?’
The lady stepped to the door and ex-
plained that a new dress had just been
| sent home, and that she had placed her
mirror down on the floor so that she
could see how the dress looked as she
walked past.
“Looks all right,” said he.
“That's all you know about it,” said
: the widow. “In the first place’ it does
| not hang well behind : there is a certain
| satisfaction and peace of mind to a wom-
an who knows that her dress hangs well
behind that the comforts of religion do
not give. But the greatest fault with
it is that it is so short that I am almost
ashamed to wear it.”
“That’s so, it is awfully short,” he
said, looking down at the widow s grace-
i
ful ankles as she moved around behind
a chair. ‘But I always did admire
those embroidered lisle thread—"’
“You don’t know what your talking
about ; they're not lisle thread, and you
have nothing to base an opinion on ex-
cept your fertile imagination.”
“Well, I never worked in a dry goods
store, but I'll just bet you a pair of gloves
that they are lisle thread.”
“And you wont never tell a living
soul if I show yon that yqu are wrong?”
“Never ! upon my honor.”
“Wellcome in and close the door,
but remember that I trust you to be
honorable in this and never breathe a
word of it. And ifI satisfy you that
you are wrong I am to have a pair
of eight-button gloves.”
“Yes, yes, that’s all right,” he answ-
ered impatiently, thinking it would be
a good bargain if he lost.
Walking demurely to a dressing case,
she opened the upper drawer and said .
“I bought three pairs yesterday, here
are the other two, and you see they are
silk, not lisle thread, and they have
just a little line up the side instead of
embroidery.
“But I thought you were going to—"’
“Sir ! There are some subjects upon
which you have no right to think.
Never mind what you thought,” she
continued, as she held the door open for
her caller’s exit. ‘Just utilize your
thinker in remembering that you owe
me & pair of gloves.”
Germany’s New Gun.
It Bids Faw to Make War So Deadly
as to Abolish It.
The new gun with which the German
infantry is to be equipped bids fair to
revolutionize infantry tactics and to
make war so dangerous that enlistments
will be a matter of difficulty. The new
weapon is the small calibre repeating
gun of the model of 1888. Its calibre is
but eight millimeters and its range is
12,500 feet, or 2600 feet greater than
that of the weapon whose place it takes.
It is very light and is constructed for
the use of the new smokeless powder.
Earth breastworks less than two and a
half feet are no protection against this
terrible weapon A description of it
says :
“From now on even the stoutest trees
will give the foot soldier in battle little
protection, for the balls from the new
guns will simply pass right through the
trunks. Six men in a column, each
seven paces fron the man before him,
may be shot through with one bullet,
provided that it come# in contact with
no metallic substance on the persons of
any of them. The advantage that the
bulet of the new gun leaves only a
small hole béhind it is eomparatively
insignificant. Moreover, should an en-
emy, as has often happened, defend
himself behind a village or court-yard
walls, he will be protected only in case
the wall is remarkably stout, for balls
from the new guns have repeatedly pene-
trated with ease walls a brick and a
half thick.”
‘With a range-finder attached to such
a weapon as this, making every bullet
that it fires effective, its murderous qual-
ities will be so complete that no one ex-
posed to its fire could live. But when
wars get to be as dangerous as this, and
recruits know that the chances of es-
cape are not more than one in a hundred
where will governments get their
troops ?— Chicago Tribune.
Fight Between a Ram and Eagle.
Benjamin Shifter, a farmer of Tunk-
hanock Township, Monroe County, Pa.,
is responsible for an account of a thrill-
ing fight between a Southdown ram and
an eagle. Farmer Shiffer was plowing
on a hillside when an eagle soaring
above his flock of sheep in the valley be-
low attracted his attention. The eagle
dropped and in his swoop attempted to
carry off a small lamb from its mother’s
side. He missed his clutch, and knock-
ed the ewe down in his flight. Before
he could renew his attack, and while on
the ground, the Southdown ram lower-
ed his head, butted the bird in the breast
and knocked it over. Before the ram
could follow up its advantage, however,
the savage bird had fixed its talons in
his back. Bleating loudly, he endeavor-
ed to shake the royal bird off. After he
had been severly beaten by the bird's
wings he managed to shake himself free;
The eagle now tried once more to cap-'
ture the lamb, and did fasten its talons
in its back in spite of the mother’s fran-
tic attempts to protect her offspring. At
this point the plucky ram renewed the
fight. He butted the bird several times,
and finally got a good ome home under
the eagle's wings, which kept him on
the ground. The eagle released the
lamb and sailed into the ram again,
The farmer arrived on ‘the scene by
this time, armed with a'fénce ‘rail. He
dealt theeagle a blow on 'the neck,
breaking it and settling the fight. As
soon as the ram was ‘freed from the
clutch of the bird’s talvas he fell to but-
ting the dead enemy. The lamb was
dead, and its courageous father had lost
considerable wodl in the engagement.—
New York Sun.
Wilkes Booth Surely Dead.
A Daughter of ‘Lincoln’s Assassin Tells
What She Remembers.
CorumBus, O., May 80. —Mrs. Rita
Booth-Henderson, an actress with the
Boston Comic* Opera Company, now
playing in this city, is a daughter of J.
Wilkes Booth, the assassin of Abraham
Lincoln. She'denies that her father is
still alive and in the South, as has been
recently stated; and says that although
it was twenty-five years agoshe distinct-
ly remembers the familliar face as she
saw it and recognized it as that of her
father.
Mrs. Booth-Henderson has many of
the characteristic features so marked in
the Booth family, and her facial resem-
blance, as well as her love for the stage,
would seem to be strong evidences of
the statement she makes. She says she
has a diary containing much important
memoranda of her father’s life, and pa-
pers of his, and some time she will make
them public.
A EA wa
——{Girls are queer.” “Why so ?”!
“Why, when that pauper Bolus was
married to Miss Stock«rbonds, the heir-
ess, she looked tickled to dead when he
endowed her with all his worldly
goods.”
wanderer from atar.
garments are, bow stained with travel.
It is not surely at your bidding that
your servant forbids me to drink.
even if it is, I pray you bid him let me
alone, for I am very thirsty.”
said.
village.” :
dead.
cried out, for he knew that he Lad
forbidden a cup of cold water to anangle,
and horror possessed his soul.
years of infirmity and
dife,
‘tain weeping. And lo! along the road
he saw approaching a beggar-woman,
hooded in black, wearing sordid rags,
and walking over the stones in her bare
feet. Slowly she came on and paused
said the old man trembling.
poor woman.
bidden here, but that time has passed.
Drink and pray for one athirst.
the cup.”
and filled the cup ; but instead of
ting it to her own lips she presented it
to those of the old man,
tied it.
the torture of years departed, and as he
drank it he praised heaven. And lifting
his eyes once more he saw the beggar’s
hood drop to the ground and her rags
fall to pieces.
revealed in all her beauty ot snowy
skin and golden hair and silvery rai-
ment; and she stretched her hand to-
ward him, as in blessing, and then,
rising on purple pinions, vanished in
the skies.
perfume filled the air, and those who
came there soon after found the old man
praying beside the spring.
pick up a ten wheeled
The Curse of Thirst.
How a Proud. and Haughty Man Was
Forced to Become Charitable.
There is in Italy a fountain over
which is the statue of a beggar diink-
ing at a spring. It is called the “Beg-
gar’s Fountain,” and this is its story:
Once upon a time there lived, so says
the legend, a very proud and haughty
man, who hated the poor and set him-
self above all the world who were not
as wealthy and well dressed as’himself,
and his want of charity was so great
that it had become proverbial, and a
beggar would no more have thought of
asking bread at his gate than of asking
him for all his fortune.
However, there was a spring on his
land, a sweet spring of cold water, and
as it was the only one for miles many a
wayfarer paused to drink at it, but
never was permitted to do so.
vant, well armed, was kept upon the
watch to drive such persons away.
A ser-
Now, there had neve been known be-
fore any one so avara ‘ous as to refuse a
cup of cold water tohis fellowman,and the
angels, talking amongst each other,
could not believe it; and one of them
said to the rest :
“It is impossible for any but Satan
himself? T will go to earth and prove
that it is not true.”
And so this fair and holy angel dis-
guised herself as a beggar-woman,cover-
ed her golden hair with a black hood,
and chose the moment when the mast-
er of the house was himself standing
near the spring to come slowly up the
road, walking over the stones ' with bare
feet, and to pause beside the fountain
and humbly ask for a draught of its
sweet water. :
Instantly the servant who guarded
the spot interposed the pike he carried,
but the angel, desiring to take news of
a good deed, not of an evil oné, back to
heaven, turned to the master himself.
“Sir,” she said, “I am, as you see, a
See how poor my
And
The rich man looked at her with
scornful eyes and laughed contemptu-
ously.
“This is not a public fountain,” he
“You will find one in the next
“The way is long,” pleaded the angel,
“and I am a woman, and but weak.
“Drive Her away,” said the rich man,
and, as he spoke, the beggar turned ;
but on the instant her black hood drop-
ped from her head and revealed floods
of rippling golden hair—her unseemly
rags fell to the ground—and the shim-
mering robes that angels wear shone in
their
poise
folded on her bosom and an ineffable
sweetness of sorrow in her eyes.
with a gush of music and a flood of
perfume, she vanished.
lace. Fora moment she hovered,
on purple wings, with her hands
Then,
The servant fell to the carth like one
The rich man trembled and
Almost instantly, also, a terrible thirst
fell upon him which nothing could
assuage.
bets, draughts of all pleasing kinds.
Nothing could slake his thirst.
sweet water of tho spring was salter to
him than the sea.
his life had known an ungratified de-
sire, now experienced the torture of an
ever-unsatisfied longing; but through
this
what he had ‘done.
cruelty to the poor.
daily at his
business of his
no longer guarded, and near it hung
ever a cap ready tor any one who chose
to use it. But the curse—if cuise it
were-~was never lifted.
In vain he drank wines, sher-
The
e¢ who never in
misery he began to understand
He repented his
Alms were given
Charity was the
The fountain was
ate.
ife.
The rich man—young when the
angel visited him—grew middle-aged,
elderly, old, still tortured by this awful
thirst, despite his prayers and repent-
ance.
stance; he had himself broken bread
for the most miserable beggars who
came to his door.
He had given away his sub-
‘And at 80 years of age, bowed with
weary of his
he sat one day beside the foun-
beside the fountain.
“May I drink ?”’ she asked.
“There are none to forbid thee,”
“Drink,
Once an angel was for-
Here is
The woman bent over the fountain
put-
“Drink, then,” she cried, “and thi rs
no more 1’
The old man took the cup and emp.
Oh, blessed draught! With it
For a moment she stood
A strain of music lingered, a
Before he died he built the fountain
from which the spring gushes, and it,
with a splendid mansion beyond it, now
a hospital,has been given to the poor for-
ever,
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“I wonder why Eastern people
make so much fun of our feet,” said a
Chicago girl to a Pittsburg damsel.
“Well,” was the reply ; “you’ll have
to admit that the subject covers a good
deal of ground.”
——The largest steam derrick in the
world is used by a shipping company
at Hamburg, Germany. It is kept at
the docks and used in lifting immense
weights on and off shipboard. Tt can
locomotive
with perfect ease.
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A Southern Scoff at Shepard.
Memphis Appeal.
Up to the hour of going to press the
husband of W. K. Vanderbilt's daughter
who is editing the Mail and Evpress,
had not started South leading a bund of
warriors to devastate the country for
celebrating the unveiling of Lee's
monument. Perhaps the good wife
would not advance him the money to
buy a gun.
eee
The Two Gamblers.
A fox and a crow once engaged in a
game of poker. They had played but
a short time when an owl came past and
stopped to watch the game. He soon
noticed something crooked, and calling
the crow to one side observed :
“You are a fool to play with that fox,
He goes to the deck and sorts out
straights and flushes to suit himself.’
“I know that he goes to the deck after
most of his hands,” replied the crow :
“but he is so busy watching hiniself that
he does not watch me, and I sort out a
full house,”
MORAL.
That is the way all gambling is done.
Lafayette's Grave.
The Tomb of America’s Friend Decorat-
ed by Americans.
Pars, June 2.—Owing to an unfor-
tunate concatenation of circumstances
Decoration Day here was observed a day
behind time. Colonel Gourand, wearing
over his uniform the badge of the Grand
Army of the Republic, placed upon the
tomb of Lafayette, in Picpus cemetery,
a massive floral token in the shape of a
shield. On a ground of pansies stood
out the letters G. A. R. in white pins,
red roses and cornflowers, and the dates
1776 and 1890 in white pinks. At the
head of the grave the colonel planted a
lance carrying the stars and stripes and
the French tricolor.
The members of the Lafayette family
were present at the ceremony. Minister
Whitelaw Reid sent a magnificentcrown
of roses.
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Pen Picture of Harrison.
The Nashville dmerican thinks this
is a pretty correct picture of our little
chief magistrate: A more complacent
egotist, a more supremely selfish and
self satisfied specimen of mediocrity in
high place, a more envious, suspicious,
narrow, distrustful little politician nev-
er lived. To himself Harrison is the
Lord’s annointed, and like the king can
dono wrong. Ho is so well pleased
with himself that he takes no thought
of public opinion. He has no well de-
fined policy, and being incapable of for-
mulating one himself or afraid to try it,
be prefers to let things drift rather than
call greater minds to his aid. He ap-
pears to have shut himself up in the
White House and barred the doors
agains all intruders in order to have a
zood time himself for four years. Ben-
jamin is undoubtly the smallest and yet,
from a psychological standpoint, the
most interesting figure in all history.
To Fly The Rebel Flag.
The Republican Party Think They
Have a New Issue Now.
WasHINGTON, June 2.-—Quay’s na-
tional committee having decided at
Quay’s dinner party, Friday night, that
a national election bill must be pressed,
if not passed, although the judgment of
Quay, Clarkson and Dudley is that uch
a law would be practically a nullity,
Speaker Read has called a caucus of the
House Republicans for to-night, when
the whole southern question is to be
discussed, or at least so much of it as
falls within the purview of Quay’s com-
mittee.
The national election bill and the re-
portsin favor of Republican contestants
are both to be used to fire the northern
heart. Quay, Clarkson and Dudley be-
lieve that there are more Republican vic-
tories in the ‘bloody shirt,” or at least
in the “rebel flag,” and they propose to
make the most of it. They rejoice over
the Richmond celebration as beirg a
great help to them in this patriotic en-
deavor. The Republican contestants
will be seated, but it is not certain that
any of the national election. bills will be-
come a law.
A Tarmers’ League.
Farmers from Eleven Pennsylvania
Counties Organize.
GREENSBURG, Pa., May 381.—Repre-
sentative farmers from eleven counties
in the state met here for the purpose of
forming an organization to be known as
the Farmer's State League, the objects
of which are to protect the farmers
against political jobbers in legislation
and, to seek protection in all mat-
ter touching their interests. The
league will be made up of members of
both parties. State Organizer Pieree,
of the New York Dairymen’s associa-
tion, was present and talked encourag-
ingly of similar organizations in other
states, There were two representatives
from each of the eleven counties and
permanent officers were elected as fol-
lows : f
President, J. K. McElhoes, of Indi-
ana ; secretary, J. LeMoyne, of Wash-
ington ; vice president, Eashart Reeder,
of Venango, and treasurer, Isaac Hazen
of Crawford. The executive committee
consists of J. S. Bucannon, of Washing-
ton ; D: S. Dixon, of Allegheny ; J. O:
McClure, of Westmoreland; Isaac
Hazen, of Crawford, and Harry Mahan
of Indiana. A meeting will be held in
Pittsburg at an early date, at which
time it is expected that the roll of men-
bership will be largely increased. The
representative farmers of the state will
be asked to lend their aid to the fur-
therance of the cause of the league.
To MucH “YANKEE.”—The Yankee
mate of a ship in the harbor of Havana,
having some spare time on his hands,
heated bricks in the stove to a red heat,
wrapped them about with felt cloth and
flung them overboard to the sharks. He
had done for twelve of the monsters
when tke authorities stopped him as a
“disorderly character, ‘claiming that the
sharks acted as scavengers for the public:
benefit.— Detroit Free Press.