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Only from dny to flay
T he life of a wise man mm;
AVliat m niter if seasons far away
Have gloom or have double sung?
To climb the unreal path.
We lose the roailway here,
Wc swim the rivers of wrath
And tunnel t e hilts of fear.
Our fee on the torrent's brink.
Our ejes on the cloud afar,
We fear the things we think,
Instead of the things that are.
Like a ti 'c our work should riso,
Kach later wave the bet,
1 o-morrow forever flies.
To-day is the special test.
Like a saw or's work is life;
The jirrsent mnkes the flnv,
And the only lit M for plrifo
Is pie inch before the saw.
Independent.
THE EIGOLETTA'S ENGINEER.
"Hetty, wouldn't you like to go
clown on the engine to-morrow night?"
The speaker, a good-looking young
fellow of nineteen, leaned against one
of the monster drive-wheels of the
llignletta, whk-h stood puffing before
Stanton's unpretentious depot.'
The girl addressed looked up into
his face, with a smile that displayed
two rows of pearly teeth.
"You want somebody to bother
you," she said. "Why, Julo, all the
time I would be in the road, and John
would stop the Iligoletta, and leave
her in disgust. If you know what is
good for yourself, keep avray from
me!"
He laughed, ami said :
"Yes, I know you'll go down with
mo on the engine. The ride is so ex
citing, and, jiijt think, we will take
Governor Knox and his staff down to
morrow night. John will be glad to
have Jin angel on the engine, and
you know what UraJley thinks of
you."
Hetty r.reFarlam! yielded to the cn
trtpJies of the young fireman, 1h
f re the Tligulettn. threw smoke rings
heavenward, and moved off like a
monarch.
Tiie sun was setting behind the hills
i;i the rear of the town, and t lie girl
waved her lover goo.l-by, as she
turned toward her home.
J'it'tv n ik.- .-outh of Stanton, in the
city of ILimiit-n, dw.-lt Hetty Jle
Fai land's urn-h-, whom the girl had
long thought of visiting. Therefore,
to carry out her purpose, she prom
ised to go down on the Iligoletta tho
following night.
She knew that conductor Bradley
would not object to her presence on
the engine, f r he was the politest
conductor of the road, and was in
debted to her for the many well-chosen
b u piets he wore during tho flower
sens n.
Then, as Julius had said, a ride on
the engine would be so exciting, and
with such good fellows as her lover
and John Nixon, the engineer, she
anticipated a pleat-ant time.
"When the lhgoh tta, oiled and pol
ished till her machinery and mount
ings glistened like burnished silver
and gold, again reached Stanton on her
down trip. Hetty JIcFarland was
prepared for her ri le.
Julius sprang from the engine,
found her in a jiffy, and .assisted her
to the little apartment which he had
litted up anew for her reception.
"How fogcry it is to-night," she said
to him. "Iheie is a moon, but it does
no good."
"That's so, Hetty. We've got to
feel our way. You see, Governor
Knox and his staff are aboard, ami we
have been ordered to be very careful.
I spoke to lira lley about you going
down ith us, and he said, 'Certainly,'
just as I knevV he would."
H tty v.as sitting on tho green-plu.-h
cushion that covers the lid of
the tool-box i.f the engine, and her
lover, talking, leaned against the jamb
of the door-
"Kxeuvf me for one moment, Het
ty," he Miid, and sprang from the en
gine and i lir-n o a red.
He walked about the platform, look
ing for some person, whom it seemed
he could IP it lil'.d.
"I don't like a fairs to-night," he
said to hiins- lf. "He looked as if ho
had been d inking, and we want a
s.bermau to run the Iligoletta through
this t rribie f g."
Across the track and almost direct
ly opiMisite the depot building stood a
groggery to which access could be ob
tained through a garden behind it.
This was not the sole avenue of in
gress, but it was called the secret way,
and sometimes the employees of tho
road made use of it to procure a sly
drink. After a while the young fire
man crossed the track and traversed
the garden to the groggery.
He did not enter, for beyond the
threshold of such a place he had
promised a fair young- girl that he
would never step. He paused at the
door, which was open, and looked be
tween the green slats of the shade in
to the room.
At the counter, with a glass of bran
dy in his hand, stood tho man for
whom he had been looking John
Nixon, the engineer.
The fireman's face grew pale when he
saw him, and he said something which
was connected with Hetty McFarland's
name.
He did not move until the engineer
emptied the glass and turned to go.
Then Julius saw that his face was
flushed, and he hardly looked like the
same man.
He passed very near the young
watcher, whom the fog hid, and a
minute later was shaking liand3 with
Hetty on the engine.
For four years John Nixon had, to
all appearances, refrained from drink
ing. Once liquor had cost him a good
situation on the road ; but his reforma
tion was so strong and praiseworthy,
that the company encouraged him by
restoring him to the mastery of the
Iligoletta.
Until that night no railroad man
had seen him lift the glass to hi3 lips,
and Julius Iiaird, after witnessing
what ho had, did not know what to do.
There were precious lives on the
train that trip, and it would require
good engineering to carry them
through safely. He knew that Nixon
would be discharged before the train
could leave Stanton if Bradley was in
formed of his action. In such an
event his duties would devolve upon
the young fireman, who doubted his
ability to perform them satisfactorily.
The responsibility was great, and then
John Nixon knew every mile of the
road and ho could not be spared.
After a long mental debate the fire
man stepHxl upon the engine and sat
beside Hetty. He talked with her
pleasantly, mentioning not his fears,
but watched the engineer without
ceasing.
The train moved off after its usual
halt, and was soon rushing through
the dense fog.
The engineer conversed for a few
minutes when he became sullen and
stood in the door with his back to the
lovers.
"What's the matter with John?"
asked Hetty, in a whisper.
Her question drew a secret from the
young fireman's heart. In a whisper
he narrated the scene in the groggery,
and told her the engine was under the
care of a drunken man.
The fair cheeks grew pale at this,
and Hetty's hand dropped upon her
lover's arm.
"John, we must take the Figo'etta
eafely to Hamilton!" she said, with
firmness. "Think! Our good Gover
nor is on board, and there are women
and children in the sleeping cars."
He nodded, and said, "Yes, Hetty,"
without taking his eyes from tho en
gineer. "We ought to find signals in this
fog!" she said, for, from her lover,
Hetty had learned much about the
iron track.
"If there be danger we will find
them," he answered her. The gover
nor's presence insures the extra pre
cautions, and I expect to hear tho
signals before we reach Hamilton.
Why, in this awful fog, which seems
like a shroud of triple thickness, we
couldn't see a headlight fifty feet be
fore us."
At that moment Nixon turned and
looked at tho gunge.
Then he threw open the furnace
door, "Wood!" he laconically said to
the fireman, who looked at Uetty and
turned to the tender.
"John, aren't we going fast enough
through this fog?" she said to the en
gineer, in a soft, half pleading tone.
"I'm the engineer of the Iligoletta,"
he answered her, not harshly, but with
a smile.
"But the Governor is on board."
"He's no better than John Nixon!"
"John, we might collide with an
other train."
"In which event the Iligoletta would
be knocked out of shaie. I've run
through worse fogs than this, and," in
a lower voice as he turned away,
"I'll run as I please if we burst the
boiler!"
Hetty with pallid face saw Julius
feed the furnace anew and reseat him
self at her side.
The speed of the engine increased,
and John Nixon mad with brandy,
watched the pointers of the guage.
"Why don't Bradley ring him down
to slower time?" asked Hetty.
"He's having a good time with the
governor's party, and then he's got
all tho confidence in the world in
John."
On, still on, through the cold fog
that made Hetty wrap her shawl about
her shoulders and shiver, even then,
went tho engine, growing as mad as
its drunken master.
Suddenly a strange report that seemed
to emanate from beneath the very
wheels of the engine fell upon the
lover's ear.
Julius Baird sprang to his feet.
"The fog signal 1" he cried, and
lookednt Nixon.
"What's up young man?" said the
engineer, looking at him with wild
eyes that would have made some be
lieve that their owner was a maniac.
"Sit down with your doll-faced girl.
I'll run the Iligoletta."
"John, didn't you hear the fog sig
nal?" said the fireman.
"No, nor you either. Wc'ie all right "
"There! the second one!" cried
Julius, as a report exactly like the
first fell upon his ears. "That means
stop."
"If you're running this train I want
to see your commission of authority!"
said the mad engineer.
"I am not running it," replied the
youth, quite calmly. "You know the
code of the road as well, perhaps bet
ter, than I do. You know all about
the fog signals. The first means run
slower, the second, stop, the third,
stop at all hazards there's danger
ahead!"
"What's that you're Irying to tell
me?" roared Nixon. "Curse your fog
signals ! You sha'nt dictate to mo be
cause you've got your sweetheart with
you to-night. Now keep youi mouth
shut, or"
He never f.nljhfd the threat, but
laid his band o. a heavy wrench, and
looked daggers tX the youth.
The last word had scarcely left the
engineer's liis when the third and
last fog eijnal uounded more distinct
than tho othere. The wheels had
crushed the cap on the iron rails;
but John Nixon paid no heed to it.
"He's crazed with drink!" said
Julius, moving back toward Hetty Mc
Farland, "and he's driving tho train
right into son e terrible accident. Tho
rains may have swept that river
bridge away; we must be very near it
now."
The minuto that followed was one
of agony.
At the end thereof, the engineer
threw open the furnace, and turning
i to his fireman said:
i "Wood ! wood I and bo quick about
it too!"
! Julius was leaving the cushion,
when Hetty suddenly sprang to her
j feet, and drew a small revolver from
! her pocket.
i "Stop the train!" she cried, point
ing the weapon at John Nixon's
I head; "you will not obey the fog sig-
j nals ; you must obey me or die !"
The drunkard dropped the wrench,
and stared aghast into Hetty's flash
ing eyes.
The new situation seemed to be sob
ering him,
j "Stop the train !" she related, "and
stop it at once!"
! He put his hand on the lever, and
; still looking at her he obeyed the
! command.
i The speed of the train diminished,
: and it soon stood still on the track.
Then was heard the rushing of mad
voices, and the shouts of men.
"I feared it!" cried Julius; "the
' bridge over the river is gone!"
John Nixon stood erect with his
hand on the lever, and almost sober,
i "Go and tell Bradley," Hetty said to
Julius who disappeared,
j A moment later the conductor, fol
i lowed by several passengers and men
in their shirtsleeves, appeared at the
' engine.
J "I thank God for such women as
I you, Hetty," he said. "We are within
twenty feet of the bridgcless abut
ment. An instant more and we would
, have been in the foaming torrent!"
j Hetty McFarland breathed a thank
ful prayer, and saw John Nixon re-
j moved from his post.
I The danger was over. A woman's
1 firmness had saved the train and its
precious freight.
It seems that a few minutes prior to
the explosion of the alarm caps the
. bridge had been carried away by the
j high waters, and the signals were put
, down to warn the train.
"It's the pistol s ou gave me Jule.
Mother thought I might be safer
with it, and made me bring italong."
The train had to back many miles,
for the river of course could not be
crossed, and valuable time was lost.
But the loss was nothing compared to
the gain.
John Nixon was discharged, and be
came a confirmed inebriate. The old
habit eventually slew him.
Julius Baird took his place, and if
the wedding that shortly followed was
a quiet one, the presents were magni
ficent. They came from Governor
TCnrvr and the railway company.
Samuel Houghton, author of a work
on "Animal Mechanics," writes to
Nature respecting the relative strength
of the lion and the tiger: I have
proved that the strength of tho lion in
the fore limbs is only C9.9 per cent, of
that of the tiger, and that the strength
of his hind limbs is only 65.9 per cent,
of that of the tiger. I may add that
five men can easily hold down a lion,
while it requires nine men to control a
tiger. Martial also states that the
tigers always killed the lions in tho
amphitheatre.
A cniLD becinnintr to read becomes de
lighted with a newspaper, because he reads
of the names of things which are familiar, j
and he will progress accordingly. A news-
paper in one vear is worth a quarter's ;
schooling to a child, and every father
should consider that information is con
nected with advancement. The mother
of a family, being one of its heads, and
having a more immediate charge of chil
dren, should herself be instructed. A mind
occupied becomes fortified against the ills
of life, and is braced for emergency. Chil-
dren amused Ly reading or study are, of
course, more easily governed. " ,
A. GLOOMY XIZGOTIATIOX.
THE MAN WHO WASTED TO BUY A COFFIN.
Mr. Phipps of tho firm of Phipps &
Hodge, the Danbury undertakers, was
sitting in his shop Saturday afternoon
ruminating gloomily upon the dull times,
when the door ojencd and in came a
stranger. The visitor was a Blim-faced
man, dressed in a dun-colored suit of
rather tight fitting- clothes. He looked
clear around the room, carefully avoiding
a glance at the undertaker until the cir
cuit was completed.
Then he looked curiously at him, and
said :
"Is the boss in ?"
"Yes, sir, I am one of them. Is there
anything I can do for you, sir?"
"Well, that'll depend on how we kin
deal, I reckon," replied the stranger, in a
tone of subdued shrewdness. "I have
just had to shoulder a pretty heavy afflic
tion. My old woman went under yester
day." lie 'paused and looked interroga
tively over the array of coffins and caskots.
"Your wife is dead ?" inquired Mr.
Phipps, with professional anxiety.
"You've hit it square, boss," replied the
stranger, with an approving nod.
"What timo yesterday did the sad event
occur?"
"About 5 p. m., as near as wc kin reck
on." "Pass away peacefully?"
"Lit out without a groan," explained
the bereaved. "Slie'd been sick oil an' on
for about two years an' better. Not right
down sick all that timo, but then I don't
think she done a square day's work in two
years. It's been a great expense all
through, but I don't complain, howsum
cver. I came in .o-day to seo about fixiu'
her up."
"Ah, yes; you wish to secure a burial
case. We have, as yon sec, various kinds.
You will want something leather nice, I
fancy?" said Mr. Phipps.
"Well, yes, I want something that will
show considerable grief and sorrer, but
nothing that's going to upset folks, you
know. We are plain people, boss, an' at
a time like this with a groat affliction
shouldered on its we don't feel like riling
up the neighbors. If it was a liuskin' beo
now, or a barn raisin' even, I'd calculate
to make their eyes prance light around in
their heads. But," and he sighed heavily,
'Ihi.s is a lioss of smother color."
"HoW WOlllll tills tt. VOll ?" Rlicrrrost.-i.t
Mr. Plopps, indicating a plain rosewood.
"What's tho price of that? You see,
boss, we live over in Baxter Plain. It's a
small place, an' there ain't much style.
We don't want to go in too heavy, you
know."
"Certainly not ; but ibis is a very neat
looking article."
"Yes," coincided the widower, "it does
seem as if one needn't feel uneasy with
that coffin in the front room, an' the room
full of people."
"I cau let you have that for ?4o."
".Tee Oh, I couldn't think of paying
that. Forty-five dollars! Why, jou kiu
get a wagon in two colors for that money.
You see, boss, this is a plain country
funeral, an' not a torchlight procession,"
feelingly explained the widower.
"How will t his do, then ?" next inquired
the undertaker, hastily pointing to an
other article of common wood, slightly
stained.
"How much is that?"
"Only $18."
"Eighteen dollars, hey? Well, that's
much more like it. Still, don't it strike
you that $18 is pretty steep for these
times ?"
"Not for an article like that, sir. I can
assure you that such a coffin could not!
have been bought for a cent less than $22
one year ago."
"It may be cheap, as you say," rumina
ted the bereaved ; "yet $18 is a good big
pile of money.
I want something nice, of.
course, but I don't want to jump in so
mighty heavy as to make H?ojilo think I
never had a funeral before. Y'ou get what '
1 mean?"
"Oh, yes, perfectly. You want an arti
cle that will look respectable and in keep
ing with your circumstances, but yet you
do not wish to be too demonstrative in
your sorrow."
"By jinks, I guess you've got it square
on the head," said the pleased sufferer.
"Now this is an article that just answers
the purpose, in my judgment, and I. have
had years of experience."
"Y'es, yes, you must 'av tucked in a heap
of 'em," said the stranger, in a tone of
unqualified respect. "This is a sound one,
I suppose," he continued, tappiug tho
sides.
"Perfectly so ; we use the very best
kinds of wood," explained Mr. Phipps.
' 'Just see here a minute," exclaimed the
stranger, suddenly aod impressively draw
ing the undertaker to one side. "Yon say
that coffin is sound as a nut, an' you want
$18 for it? Now, I want you to under
stand there ain't anything small about me,
an' that I've got just as much respect for
tho dead as any other man living, I don't
care'where you snake him from. But win
ter is coming on, you know, an' we owe a
little to the living as well. That's a sound
coffin, an' a sound coffin does well enough
111 tne ,',gt place, you know ; nut I want
to ask you as a man of experience iu these
tilings, and understanding what gr ef is,
if you ain't got a bx of that pattern
that's got some sort of a defect in the
wood, which yoo could knock ofF a little
on?"
"I haven't, sir."
"Just think a minnit, ploasc," ho anx
iously resumed. "Nothing a little rotted?"
The undertaker shook his head.
"With a wormholc or so in I don't
mind a dozen?" suggested the sorrowing
one.
"No."
"Or a littlo sappy ? Don't answer too
quick. Take time. Just a little sappy
where it wouldn't be seen by the public,
you know ?"
"I haven't such a piece of wood in the
establishment. We use none that is im
pel feet."
"Eighteen dollars it is, then?" sighed
the afflicted.
"Y'es, sir."
"I must take it, I suppose," he observed ;
"but when the neighbors sec that coffin
they'll swear old J has struck a gold
mine. Now, mark my words." And ho
passed gloomily out. Danbury 2?cir.
A Parish Incident. In a rural Pres
byterian congicgation in the western sec
tion of Canada, the people, for various
reasons, wore desirous of a change in the
pastorate. A meeting was called to con
sider how the desired change could be ef-
fected. All were agreed that, though the
pastor was a learned, laborious, amiable,
and excellent man, ho was exceedingly
prosy and uninteresting as a preacher. It
was resolved, therefore, that a deputation
should be sent respectfully to ask him to
demit his charge. No one was ready to
undertake the difficult and delicate task.
At last two elders were induced to go and
talk with the minister about the matter.
They weut on their mission with no little
trepidation, but were greatly relieved by
the cordial manner in which the good min
ister received them. He listened quietly
to their hesitatingly told story, and at once
acquiesced in their desire that be would
resign. Elated with their success, they
hastened to report the results to the peo
ple. All were greatly gratified at tho
prospect of such an amicable arrangement ;
and feeling some sense of giatitudc to the
minister for his many years of service, and
' especially fot his ready compliance with
j their wishes, thry determined to present
j him with an address and amuse. A pub
lic meeting of tho congregation was held,
at which the pastor was invited to be pros-
ent, an address was read to him containing
strone expressions of appreciation and
gratitude for his manifold labors and of j
strong personal affection for himself, and
the purse was handed to him as a token of
their continued esteem.
Oil rising the pastor was deeply moved
and spoke with a faltering voice. lie
stated that, influenced by the statements
of the elders who had called on him, lie
had resolved, at much expense of feeling
to himself, to resign his charge. Pausing
for a minute, as if overcome with emo
tion not a few of the tender-hearted be
traying their sympathy with him he
went on to say that in view of the affec
tionate and touching address he had just J
receiven, so very numerously sig-nea, ana
accompanied by so generous a gift, he felt
constrained to abandon his purpose, and .
would therefore remain with them, and J
devote his future life to the best interests of ,
a people who were so warmly attached to
him, and who so highly valued his bumble
services.
Tho reply was so obviously dictated by
genuine simplicity that no one at the time
had the courage to rise and explain. That
minister is still pastor of the same parish.
The incident transpired some ten or twelve
years ago, and contains a good moral.
They were standing in front of her
gate, having just returned from a dance.
1 1 is right arm wasoccupied in holding her
tip, while his shoulder furnished a resting
place for her little head. And they were
watching the bright and glorious moon.
It was the same old moon which had lok
ed down on so many similar scenes, but
somehow it had a different appearance to
night. It influenced the young man to
such a degree that he said : "With what
refulgence does bright Luna shed her
rays upon all inanimate creation, weaving
weird, fantastic shadows among the leaf
less trees, and sprcadinr a silver glory
overall. Do you observe the magnificent
effect, Mamie?" "Yes indeed, Henry,"
she returned, "and did you see that Jen
Clemens at the dance? She had on last
winter's dress, made over, and she's worn
that blue wait ever since I can remember.
I never saw such a looking thing." Henry
gasped. Iiockland Courier.
SEEst thou much snow left on the flag-
Ring; verily it is in front of the house of
tho slothful man. lie sitleth by the fite
to keep himself warm, neither will be de
part for a scuttle of coal. When the
housewife crieth aloud for a pail of w ater,
be hath not his boots on. In the day
when the storm fidleth he secliuieth him
self; he saith to the snow shovel, "ITa, ha.
Let us rest in peace." So his sidewalk is
' an abomination in the eyes of the people
and Ins name is m every man s moutn.
Home Sentinel.
T1JX JIIXUTICS l O L.1V1-:.
On board an English steamer, a littlo
ragged boy, aged nine years, was discovered
the fourth day out from Liverpool to New
York and carried before the first mate,
whose duty it was to deal with such cases.
When questioned as to his object in be
ing stowed away, and who brought him on
board, the boy, who had a beautiful sunny
face, and eyes that looked like the very
minor of truth, replied that his step-father
did it because he could not afford to keep
him nor to pay his passage to Halifax,
w here lie had an aunt who was well off, and
to whoso home ho was going.
The mate did not believe the story, in
spite of the winning face and truthful ac
cents of the boy. lie had seen too much
of stow-aways to bo easily deceived by
tl cm, he said, and it was his firm convic
tion the boy had been brought on bc-aid
and provided with food by the sailors.
The fellow was very roughly handled in
consequence.
Day by day he was questioned and ro
qucstioncd, but alwaj-s with tho same re
sult. He did not know a sailor on board,
and his father alone had secreted him, and
given him food which he ato.
At last the mate, wearied by the boy's
lersistcncc in the same story, and perhaps
a little anxious to inculpate tho sailors,
seized and dragged him to the fore dork,
where he assured him that unless he told
the truth in ten minutes from that time ho
I would hang liim to the yard arm
He the n
j n,rue 1,im sit down "der it on the deck,
"ile all around him were tho passengers
and tho sailors of the middle watch, and
j in front of him stood the inexorable mate
with his chronometer ni his hand and the
officers of the ship by his side.
It was the finest sight, said our inform
ant, that I ever beheld, to see the pale,
proud, sorrowful face of that noble bojT,
his head erect, his beautiful eyes brigh
through the tears that suffused them
When eight minutes had fled, the mate
told him that he had but two minutes to
live, and advised hiin to t-peak the truth
and save his life ; but he replied with the
utmost simplicity and sincerity, by askiug
if he might pi py.
The mate said nothing, but nodded his
head and turned pale as a ghost, and
shook with trembling like a reed shaken
by tho wind. And then all eyes turned on
hi in, tho brave and noble little fellow the
poor boy whom society owned not, and
whose own step-father would not care for.
' There he knelt with clasped hands and
I tvcs turned up to heaven, while lie repeat-
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lu """""J u,u " i"" 1 ""i'""1"
the Lord Jesus to take him to hcavon.
Our informant adds that there then oc
curred a scene as of pentccost. Sobs broke
from strong, haid hearts, as the mate
sprang forward to the boy and clasped him
and blessed him, and toid him how sincere
ly he believed the story, ar.d how glad bo
was that he had been brave enough to face
death and sacrifice his life for the truth of
his word.
Man A babblo on the ocean's rolling
wave.
Life A gleam of light extinguished by
tho grave.
Fame A meteor dazzliLg with its dis-
ant dare
Wealth A source of trouble and consu
ming care.
Pleasure-
-A gleam of sunshine passing
soon away.
Love A morning dream whose memory
gilds the day.
Faith An anchor dropped beyond the
vale of death.
Hope A lone star beaming o'er the bar
ren heath.
Charity A stream meandering from the
fount of love.
Revibit ion A guide to realms of endless
joy above. -
Religion A key which opens wide the
gates of heaven.
Death A knife by which the ties of earth
are riven.
Earth A desert through which pilgiiins
wend their way.
Grave A house of rest where ends life's
weary day.
Resurrection A sudden waking from a
quiet dream.
Heaven A land of joy, of light and love
supreme.
His First Di ty. Jake saw an old ac
quaintance by tho name of Amos on the
street the other evening and accosted him:
"W'y, Amos, wharjon been so long ; I
I a'n't seed you fur a long time?'
"Ise been down de count ry fur two weeks
to my hi millet's house."
"Well, can't yer come down to w house
to-night? I wants to Lab a gimd long talk
w id you IkuI dor p'litci k il siehcrw ashuii!"
"I I'd be a mighty pleasure to do o.
Jake, but yer sets, olo feller, dese In u a
hog killiu' tinns, and meal's lyiu' round
legaidless ob de )erlitikil eendishuii b af
faiis, an -f a iiiogei don't lay in some ob
dem peiwissmis dese nights, he's gwine to
sme't! dor giaheatd 'fore de next 'lection V
"Den I'll 'skuse you till yore meat's all
in!" said Jake.--.l(citf.i Conntitation.
W hat with stocking-darners, knittinjj
and sawing machines, apple-parcr, wt4s.li-
era ana wringers, woman as a nccesbity it
fading fioni the faco of she faith.