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Like Alai'.iiin's I -! :!, it is in. in-. 1 a woniir-rml lamp," for its mar- f-s A . " li .t I. p-irr-r nn.i t .... T f...n ! 1 trio I.-;,t anil .jSi '' ' r " .'"ti-TiiK k. & 1 ' " " '" ' : '11.11 ulc !! A-.l.-l I " Wl.l '"111 V-tl'i 1 I.... II'';,'.', r,ti....lt,.,..ni.ciiu. 3 ' " CX't' ,t,M 1,1 N1-,t UJIP CO., 42 I'itrk Place, New VorH City. THE, tO'fji HAY- FEVER COLD-HEA 'v' f'v.xi Habit is lift a tnwjT tr -tr r. Applitd into the iioslriU 't is qmrkli oIihutImiI. J L -i-i niu n'the Jimd, iUa;n injfammuliim, hml DUC ELY BROTHERS. 56 Warren "Street NEW YORK. DUG V "." l..'I.m....f I . i..r- . ri f VL (..'I'" v m i IJ-. ifi'""' '. tU..I tO" lir.A Ol 1C illllXrr IVHOLtSALE ' 'J y 7 , 1 ae ..il,' '!.. .. . I i.. t.. ci.:..iT-.i I i j . . ... r T. ,- ..-.' unle , I (l.-o t Uau .l b" irk y I He .i I ! i . I -! It.. It. .....-!. 7, avS-a - IVA IATT, M 1 1 1 1 1 : t i t i jloiiM- STIR SH1YIRG PARLGRl :.MI.r. Mi. LI T. LnN. ElIi t). .. ...I I .1 r 1 .r.-i ..I.I . . II. . . ! I r II .1 .1. I t 1 - l.'l I. . - 1 I ' r . ' ' ' ' 1 1. i . 1 1 A I I I 'IV.. I Mi ... ... ii.. i t ,i..i t.i. I i. .1, I .... I. i . I -ri .1 .ft.tr r- - 1. 1. I..... .1 V M I il. I S N I . Ir,! r..l..r IS'. CASSIDAY'S Shaving Parlor, EBENSBURC. I III . ur un. n sii., .i,u l .irli.r I- 1-rnie.l i.n 1 1 . i.i I. . i r . t i.i'.r it., i ..ii ii i v .1 nil. Ii ri ..i.Mv i l,,Ii,.,.,ll.y i.iiiii,..e. 'M rr..l. i. l l ru. it!i riirv lui'.l.Tli ...tiivei..li... ali'l '' 1 !-r.l 1 i..l. i.r.l. ! . hi..' I.f.-t h... III "l!'"li I .in.l ri Il I' III rlinrvH ! c..lli.'. Ir 1 tk i...-., w will uu. rv.ry ntlrlltl.i.i lo 1 ' ii.ei. .,n r .n I r. I- . . -..I .,-i'i-.I lii HIM. I i:aI lA Y. k' ' V.u rifr.l .I..I. I'rlnlllirf- II rn, lve lli - r. . ro. ujh -sc.. i m .uu.... e Watches, Clocks 1F.WKI.TIY, Silfrerware. Mnsical Instrnmcnt? AND Optical Goods. Sole Agent MIKTIIK Celebrated Rockford V;T(3HKH. oliim!la Frpilonia Watch's. In Kiy ami Sti-tn Wimlers wA!U;K SKLKHTIOM of ., KIND of .IKWF.I.liV a!waytnn liant. 2 Mr lin of .lewplry Is iinsurpnssrd iit.niH r. ti i Hen for vonr-.plflu fi.rf iirrlin- Hi? wlit-ri. AM. WOKK flPA It ANTF.KD CARL RIVINIUS. K iifhiiri. Niv. 11. isss--tf. . v- - I " 1 liUSINLSS." brighter than gas light, 75tfli ruort? cheerful thin eirhpr- iii.nit. Ifthc l:impdt-3lrr hnn't the sennine ujui j.i In u, l..r uur u. ilhi.ir iir.i i juL.tur, ..f.-lu l.rfi l.rr.u .L-.inf .-h. . .t - , .mil "The Rochester." . el"! t. THE 'Vj 3-rsf in n-r 1 HAYFEVERi nfitfy I. MUl lt f Jj- 1 "Vj3il V ii..i-i.ii wr- rO j A M-r mu-fi. i VV' ' 7 Va A vv ill ihuvu .l..i.viu. t-Tl A: pt I dU.iMJfL.HHO. jL'l PfllCCS -O--- - l l"UKI'-1 I t- tin- V , . : , x. w m uniraA I j )- . W 119 ' ' r..IK-1 U I i. tin- V tS'fi 'J.' r . I'Ki. i MI. I V, V j AJ -: i.x.... yVsXly V T eo'y, T L K H A RT. I f, D. 1711. i- .li'iM wrinea at nrt a In th OLD RELIABLE ET1MAM mtttrr tare I laM I .MraalH. T. W. DICK, jr r i t th r. C1II If It'l'I'Olt I HKEIXSI'IIAXCKOUIT. x i.H M r.NCt l MI'SINtiS 17.). FEES BROS.' Shaving Parlor, Main Street, Ncar Post Ofilcc he un.t.riit :i.. .leflre to Inform the i.il-;.- in.t th. y i.:ve ..(ene. I nhiivmar ir or on V.io rirroi. iit-.r ill ..rt otll.. where .irtNrinir In ail It l.runrtie n will tie curried on In the Mfir.. Kvi-rvlhltii: Kent in: elean. Votir piitrnntiKe n.ilirited. I'KW IIKIW. H:. m il'Kli. M. II . . I'MIMI l HI! Sl-HillCOK, rHI H! Ki. - - I'A. wjf-oiliee on lllirh ire.t in iihhii lormerly o.-.-u, ...l l. the We-leru I'aiou lclerapli m poy. JUUiSHJ 1 tV-k V. 5es i 1 W ho can t. il i hen sli-i ii auj w;iknif ni;t ti mii.lo, M. t t tn ii.tiic'le so that sleep's ileft opiato Ills? W'hii can lull when waking piinlieo past the por tals. I'ast lh" Mirt:ili whence its polt-ucy begins? Jil.i lh iiioiiii ut f..r the breaking Of the Mpell Letwei'U our waklioi AllJ OUT sleep, who c:l!l tell? Just the tii.iiiient lor the break in of the first yet fraxil.' six-ll, ho can tell? Who ran tell when girl anj woman meet to miiis.'if. Meet to unntrle so that woruan ins the ilay? Yl.o can tell , when woman wanders past the portals. I'ast the Hirtals whenco outsw.'epa her witch ing su ay ? Just the moment for assuming That the Mower at last is blooming From its biul. who can 1U? Just the moment that bi.ls girlhood from ila bondage llrst reU-1, Who can tell Who can tell w hen love and languor meet to mingle. Meet lo iiiliiL'le so that love may w in the soul? Who can tell hen love goes proudly past the the portals. Past the H.rtals whence Its raJiaut realms outroll? Just the moment of surrender To that new larue life of splendor And surprise, w ho can tell? Just the moment thai would make of earth a Heaven If it were hell. Who can tell? Eil?ar Fawcctt, in Once a Week. IX THE CITY HOSPITALS. Pathetic Scenes in These Grand Asylums for Broken Lives. "It'll 1' such a -haiipe from tln hos pital to I Icavi-n. I don't complain. The li'.Llios is j,'.Kl to me, but plea.se tioU I want to tro home." 1 Mir ol.i tlame; she hail uttered a IXK-m. ller withered face holds the se crets of the lon-i-day's march which is just aiMiut to end. You pass ou throusT: the lontr; rHm, with its shiny llor and rows of iron iM'dsteads, with the little altar away at the upper end, and here and there -a white face upon the pillow. . Here funics a little uld woman eour-tesyiiio- and siniliiiLr. She has a news paper in her hand, holding it close to h.-r I his. mi. and is evidently anxious to tell us soiiicthin";. "See here, leddies. read this:" She opened the pajHT and dirtvted our at t.iili.m to a in it ice. It was a simple notice sayintr that information was wanted of John Hawaii, ami that he miirht hear of his mother ly applying to t. Mary's hospital. It had cost soniti friend a trifle to put this in the cvcniniT pae r, and the prin ter had set it up lietwtfii a notice of an i ii. 1 i lTH :i li t husliand who vv armd the pulilie not to trust his wife, and one front a tray world's man who wanted the lilonde lady he had met somewhere to sj-n.l him her address. Into this personal column of tragedies and comedies w ent the mother's inquiry for her lost son. "There it is," said she. "all in Mack and white, lie can't miss it, and he'll lc sure to come, my John, and he'll lin.l me a-waitiu'." Yes, there it was, indeed, in black and while say, rather, in letters of pold, so brio-lit that they kept hope warm in that forlorn old heart over which she carefully folded that worn copy of the Kvenin' Star. It had Wen published more than a year, yet her faith that John would come was not made of Mich flimsy stuff as wears out in a few months ur years. W hen she (foes to tied at nioht she is sure h' will l here on the morrow. Thus she keeps the love lamp burn ing in the window of her soul. "John will surely see it." Her eyes are brio-M and restless and she cannot be induced to leave the place for an hour, for John mio-ht come aud bhe must be there to meet him. It is a larpe and comfortable buildin"; overlooking1 the broad blue lake, but we remember that it is a hospital, a place consecrated to pain and sutferinf. Many of the inmates are but frag ments of mortals, humanity's mutilated coin, and will never circulate arain in the world's exchanjjre. As I looked alono1 the line of withered faces ami thouo-ht of broken, storm-tossed lives my heart ache. I and yet jfave thanks that some were found to make the sac rifice some tfood women of whatsoever sect or creed w ho were willing to mur their rich, abundant jicrsoiiality into so many empty lives. I asked one old man if he had any relatives living. "No," said he, "I am only m-self, with no relatives but me Iieio;hli rs." The iSerinans and Norwegians never joke, but the Irish, even in pain and poverty, never lose their native wit. One summer morniiij.'. some la.lis of the flower mission went about the he.pital offering lii.iiet to the si.-k, whicfc the men. as a general thiutf. re- f lSsl. "Why did you not take the flowers?" ill.jllir.sl the sister. " hat do them tine' leddie want to .ell fl .rn to us feller f.r'." axLolone of the Hi. n. till, they did not want to sell them but iire theiu to yu, elplaimsl the Kitr. Then." ai. the ul.l Kailor. "if they iiit to jfive n s. .met hin' why don't tl.ey bnn' a bit of t.iba-cy?" "iii.le.sl." sa i.1 another, "oratlropu hisk v. We won't refuse that, ail' it" J ! nere appropriate like." Witl.al, they are nii.t r--.--tfiil to the litirs4-. wh"S4 influence over them is o-is-.it. You have heard uf the urder and lean'iiness which prevail in tluise instil iitioiis t he white Ix-ds and clean ll.-.rs and dis-ij.liiie and sacrilus. The in. t curious ami interesting tiling is the life of the inmates. The most uf them have walked in crooked paths, contending? with misfor tune, their lives eitlu-r pale with want ur dis4"uIorcl by passion. It is not al ways rii.xv to discipline so many umlis cipliinsl lives, with loinf habits crystal liisl in soul and ImmIv. The crablnnl ness of old ao-e and pain, the love uf a bit uf ncihliorhood tfossip, and n one tu M-ohl or eomidain of, which is in deed no slight privation. lU rnardo ! St. I'ierre says: "Amonfr all the unfortunates I have tri.sl to briritf back to nature, I have not found one who was not intoxicated with his uiv n misery." The caryatid liears burdens, and, even when the load is lifted, its wings are still stretched to the tension to which the habit uf burden-Waring- has accus tomed them. We will touch kindly the history of those who have the backward look in their faces, the lijfht in whose eyes is that of retrosjKH'tion. We found an old sailor upon his hack in a little rear room w hich he had chris tened the "fo'eassel," liecause it re minded him of that part of the ship, lie is a foreigner, shipw reeked far from home, and. like Knoch Ardcn. wailing for "a sail." It is almost w ithin hail, to War him out over the wide ocean of eternity. Hue old woman has friends who want her to go eat and live with them, but she will not. liecause her family, are buried in this place and she wants to rest Wside them. She has saved a few dollars for a tombstone, and wanted it elaborately carved in verse, but has consented to have some thing simple, setting forth her age aud her virtues. Another old I Jertuan woman is wait ing for a legacy. She has land some where, which she expects will tie sold. When she gets the money from this "terra incognita shf is going home to the fatherland. The nurse said her thoughts were always wandering away to this one object, like carrier doves w hich had learned the way to a favorite the old jieople who keep alive some forlorn hope iu their souls are pitiable, yet those who are without this spark seem more so. They are dead to all but a physical existence. That old man who lies so still, taking no notice, was a baby on his mother's knee more than a century ago. 1 wonder if his mind, w hich seems asleep now, holds the pictures of the past, of the round of years during which nations have marched to lilierty and marked off a century of progress. Ihn's he rctnemWr how steam and electricity have flashed the world on ward '. How lalxir has Wen lightened by invention and genius has outdone the fairy lore of his far-off c hildho.hi'.' Alas' with all this there is poverty and pain, which no invention of genius has ever Wen able to make easy or aliol ish. In a room full of old ladies one was reading a prayer, to which all the others resjxmded. They kept their re ligion and its ceremonies closely inter woven with their lives. We remctiiWr how men in all ages of the world, in critical moments, have sought the advice of old women. The sibyls and ss;'rs, who are not all dead yet. either gave them advice out of the wisdom uf their cxjierience, ur humored the superstition uf philos.iph.-rs up to the lop of il Wiit. What bits tif cxjierift'nce you could piece together in your era.y ipiilt of life, my withered dames, iu your little black caps! Once iu awhile we detect a light in your eyes which tells that the dreams are not all over yet. We are glad you are comfortable in your warm flannel, and for the most of you the heart has also put on its winter clothing, swathed itself, so to speak, in flannel all the loves and hopes and ambitions wrapped within, caring uiily for a bit uf warmth and comfort. Some have fought hard buttles with life and lns:-n defeated, and have ex tracted the bitterness nut of it. instead uf the sweets. The uses we make of adversity are strangely pictured iu the face. I'sually they leave deep shadows. Sometimes liod puts in the high lights. Many of these old people are crooked sticks, not easy to bind into bundles. Itut in time they all learu to oW-y the rules which have Wen adopted with great care for the good of the majority. While these institutions are among the fairest monuments raisasl to a Chris tian civilization, without which we shudder to think that many of our aged Knir would Ik' houseless and com fortless, j-et in contrast to these we place another picture, "the ineffable, eternal aristicracy uf home." The dear old grandsire sits by the lire, and is still consulted for his wisdom and expe rience. The grand-dame, domestic, and cheerful and cozy as the family tea kettle which sings Umiii the hearth. Surrounded by their descendants, with still a tender interest in the things around them and a blessed hope for the things Wyond. love and happiness do make such a difference in life. Whatever is l.Mxt or won. love is the only thing worth gar nering for the w inter of time, and how thirsty every soul is for a draught of affection. A basket of fruit was brought tin a Christmas morning to one tif the old women sick in the hospital, ller simple gratitude w as tpuile affecting. "Though I don't waut for nothin' at all." she said, "yet it makes the heart warm to know that some oue thinks o" me lyiu here." She might have added: Like aome poor Arals olJ an J blind. The caravans have left behind " I.inic York Case.in lH-tn.it Free lYcss. I'lr.rr - I lie tu I mile. A I Kind of - i-.ii.rx a . 1h li. v.-d to le at work uu the railway, in the North west 1'roviii. i s. sa a IL.mLuy p.i-r. '1 1.. r. late Well till! -ing the p.isl i.-w in. i.'. Ii. a large iiuuiWr f ileu'h:. in carria.'cs x.inoi.g 1 1.c i.at iv e !iird- lass passengers travel iii;" mi the Hast Indian railway. 'I he llics a.v hau l. si over bv lh- r-.iilw a authorities, to t he lice. w ho .!i.- . ..f I hem as eM.lit i. m Iv as p..ssi'. .e. Ill in. ..t ra-rt there is little or ii.. property found on the I todies, not even railway tickets, and generally th.-v are found iu an empty carriage. 1 Iii-j. facts do not apHar to have aw akened the suspicious uf the tolicc. .r h-i J.aps t hey have ris-ognied their incompetence to prevent or detect Mu ll crimes. As, however, the native passen gers contribute over ninety per tent, of coaching receipts-, it is high time some efforts were made to afford Iheui pro tection for their life ami property. An leean Traveler' IMaliit. In most modern shiis everything seems saeriliecd to big social halls f.moking and luu .ic rooms, huge sa loons, etc. The modern bleeping cabin one can barely swinga kitten i.n. a. 1. 1, worst uf all, there is, in r.i.jst slops, not a place to put away a tiling. Ima;'ine the discomfort on a voyage to Australia, of ha ving to dra;f out one's trunk every time one wants a hand k.-r-chicf or chanrre of clothes. The Mes sa;rcrics Maratimes and the New North (erman I.lod Tutats supply wardroW, cupWard and drawers in large airy cabins. In the Hii'Mi-di Wats we are j'oing backward, says I.ndoii Truth, the older Wats of our leading-companies haviii;f Wttcr cabin accommo dation than the liew. We area loiig-suf- j fering people, and it seems incred- i ible the public stand this unnecessary , discomfort. . . THE OLD WOOD STOVE. By Selling It Mrs. Kalston Got a Son-ln-Law. "Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!" It was no sound of sheep-W1U on the A pennines, no chiming of the Angelus at twilight across empurpled vineyards and Pontine marshes, yet it had a cheery echo under tle white-blossomed elderbushes and close to the old farm, t veil though it was only a string of Wlls stretched across a wagon and agitated by the jog-jog of an ancient w hite horse, that was as Mind as the little g.nl of love, while a shrewd old man trudg.il Wside him, guiding his devious way. "Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!" "Anything in my line to-day, squire?" asked Mihia M in ton. checking his march as he caught sight of Mr. Kalston gath ering the early apricots from the sunny side of the wall. ":it out!' was the terse reply. .I.ags?" suavely added Moses, stretch ing his neck to look at the red-checked W-auties whose subtle fragrance filled the air. "Hottles? Old irou? Noospa pcrs?" ":'it out, I say!" growled Ralston, never once glancing up from his occti patiou. "I hain't no time to Wthcr." "No offense, I hope." said the indom itably cheerful itinerant. "I seen an old wood stove in the shed as I came bv." "Well, and if j-ou did, what business w as it of yours?" retorted Kalston. "Wal, none, not if you look at it that ar way." said Moses. "I.ut if so W as we could drive a trade " "We can't then, and there's an end out," answered Kalston. And after one or two seconds' further waiting, Moses M in ton chirruped to Old Oray. ami once more the Wlls jangled merrily on the air indicative of a move. "Strange how persistent them mis erable ereetures is," thought Farmer Kalston. Strange how crablied Simeon Ilal ston gets, as he gets older." meditated Moses. "If that ar's what money brings with it, I, for one, don't want to W rich! t'et up, old ("ray." Farther down the lane, however, w here the riiicuing blaekWrries hung their knobs of jet on every lmngh alio spray and the sound of a little brook somewhere in the distance made a dreamy gurgling, Moses M in ton came across Mrs. Kalston. a fat, comfortable old tlame. hs unlike her husband as the motherly harn-d.ior hen is unlike the gaunt, high-shouldered trame-cock. "Well, I declare," said Mrs. KaUton. "if I wasn't jest a-thiuking aWut J'ou, Mose Minton!" "Was you, though?" chuckled the old man. "Anything in my line to-day? Who-oa, tiray! I sw'ar to goodness" (as the old horse contentedly buried his nose iu a green bank) "that there crit ter couldn't rind out where the clover eluinjis grow no Wtter, not if he had forty pair of eves, iuste'd o Wing stuu blin.l!' "Me and Comfort, we wa a-sayin'," contentedly purred on Mrs. Ralston, who was in full pursuit of a flock of lemon-yellow ducklings who were evad invr her guardianship in every direction, "that you hadn't lieen along iu quite a spell. And the bag of mixed rags is quite full, and there's & lot of old num Wrs of the Missionary Review, and Hut don't speak so loud. I kind o don't want father to hear, he's so mortal set ag in jiartin with anything. It's kind second nature to him to hoard up things: and as he gets further on in years he's more set in his ways than ever. Jest you come round the back J. Kir. lie's out and Comfort is out, and now's a tirst-rate chance to get rid of the old wood-stove as has Wen rustin' in the shed for a hull year." Moses Minton's eyes twinkled. It was not the first time he had U-conw an accessory to just such harmless do mestic plots as this. rui at your orders, mum." said he. "Aud prices warn't never Wtter for you nor wuss for me. Half a cent a pound is what we're a-givin' for old iron now." "'Tain't much," said Mrs. Ralston. "It's Wtter than nothing," argued Moses. "And really, now. ain't it wuth that to get a lot of old truck out of the house?" "Well, I dunno but what you're right." said Mm. Ralston. And while Mr. Ralston was yet cull ing out the rijK-st and deepest-colored of the apri.-uts for an esficcial order for a dinner party at lr. Jessup's on the hill, uld Mimes loaded up his cart, with the rusty wood-stove in the iruterof the bags uf rags and bundles of old newsaiH-rs. ami drove away, jingliug his WIN through the purple twilight, to the infinite disgust of the gray horse who knew an Kdcn of clover and daisies w he ii h' fotiud it and was correspond ingly reluctant to leave it. Presently Comfort Ralston came in; a tall, rosy girl with limpid brown eyes and luxuriant auburn locks pushed off her fair, freckled brow. "Am I late, mother?" said she. "Hut they kept me longer than I cxpecteiL" I. a. child, no," Mrs. Ralston re ioii.lcd. "I hain't but jest hung the kittle over. I'm sort o Whindhand to night. Old Mose Minton hastieeu here, but don't, for giKxlness sake, tell your father! And I've sold the rags and all them old papers and the wood stove out in the shed." "Mother! The worn! stove?" "I got forty-five cents for it," said Mrs. Kalston. "And it wasn't no use to us, all rusting away there." '"Has he gone, mother?" 'Your father? Why, no, he's busy with them apricots out by the orchard wall for-" "No, I don't mean father, I mean Muses Minton! Has he gone?" "More than half an hour ago," said Mrs. Ralston, scooping the tea ou. of a little japanned tea-caddy with leisurely coinjMisure. Comfort turned red, then white. She made a step toward the door, but al most instantly checked the movement. 'It's no use." she said to herself. "I must wait until to-morrow." The morrow's sun was well sloping on toward afternoon, when Mr. Kal ston hurried into the kitchen where his w ife was pricking plums to preserve, piercing each purple sphere with a re lentless fork. "Mother," said he, "W I gettin Mind as well as deaf, or W I losin' my senses? If I ain't, where's that old sheet-iron stove as used to be in the corner of the wh hi house?" Al rs. Kalston's guilt J conscience sent the red in a hot flood to her checks. "That sheet-iron stove, Simeon," said she. "Why I sold it!" "Sold it!" shouted Ralston. "When? Why?" "Yesterday arternoon." said the old lady. "To Mose Minton, as goes around with the rag-and-Wttle wagon. It wasn't no use standin' there and he gin me forty-live cents for it." 'Forty-rive cents!" roared Ralston. 'Fr Itifire ft u t'" And lie rushed frantically out of the house "Mercy on ra !" baid Mrs. Ralston. "Is father crazy?" AWut that time, Mrs. Minton. the tall and gaunt helpmeet of the itinerant hero, was down iu the cellar of her house, rooting in the ash drawer of the identical wikhI stove which her husband had Wught yesternight; while Comfort Kalston, upstairs, awaited the result of her investigations with a palpitating hcart- "Here it is!" said Mrs. Minton. "A flat packet ' papers! And it's a good thing you thought of it afore Mose hail carted it off!" 'Hiuiek! IJive it to me!" fluttered Com fort, as she caught sight of her father's figure trudging up the lane. "I-t me get away Wfore father comes! Mind. Mrs. Minton, not a word of this to him!" And away she ran, disappearing into the pine w-ood In-fore Mrs. Minton could realize what it all uieant- Well, 1 never:" said Mrs. Minton. "Then it's true that she and Hen liiilil are engaged ag'in" her father's wishes! And these is love letters. Well, I do declare! NoIkkIv needn't never tell me that there ain't no romance, even iu the rag-and-Wttle business!" Then entered Mr. Ralston, panting and perspiring with the haste he hail made. '"He you Mis' Minton?" was his curt address. ."Yes, please, sir," said the old wom an, smoothing her stiffly starched white apron. 'Your husliand Imught a sheet-iron stove at our place yesterday the Ral ston farm didn't he?" "Yes. sir." a little timidly. "It's in his way of business, you know, sir." "Yes, I know. Rut there was a pack age of pajK-rs in the pi tie-joint " "No. sir. it wa'n't." said Mrs. Minton. temporarily thrown off her guard. "It was in the ash-drawer, for " And then, retncmWriiig herself, she screwed her lipsclot; together aud grew very red. "Where is the stove?" ejaculated Ral ston. "Down cellar, sir," said Mrs. Minton. "Ik for yourself. I'm sure I don't want nothin' to do with none of your pujNTs!" And down rushed Simeon. In half a minute he returned, evidently much re lie veil. '"They were in the ash-d rawer," said he, "and your husliand must ha changed 'cm around! I declare, Ik tvvccii meddling men and meddling women, I'm 'most ruined!" "Iear me!" gased Mrs. Minton, looking feebly after him as he strKle away. '"There ain't neither Wginnin nor end to all this fuss. What will Moses say w hen he comes home?" Once in his own room at home Mr. Ralston titted on his spn-ctui li-s and hurriedly oH-ned the fateful package. "Faugh!" he cried, dropping it in dis may. "It's a j ack o" love letters! My ownlove! "My dearest treasure!" 'Yours until death!" What are these? And where's my rive I'nited States Wnds for a thousand dollars each?" He was answ ered sooner than he had expected, for while the exclamation yet hovereil on his lips Comfort rushed in with clasped hands. "Father," slie cried, "here is some thing that Wlongs to you! Some gov trnment Wnds with your name on them! And. oh! where did you get lien's letters?" "llcu's letters, eh?' said the old man, a slow smile breaking over his face. "Well, here they lie. A fair exchange ain't no robWry." "Father" the girl's head drooped on his shoulder, the tears sparkled in her eyes "you know it all now. W e love each other. We shall W wretched un less w e can W united. Take back w hat you said, father. Iko not for bill us to W happy, dear, dear father!" "Well, well." said Kalston. ready to concede anything in the immense relief of recovering the treasures that had "tieeu well-nigh lost, "have it your own way. if the cast is really so had as that. Folks says Ken's busin.-ss is lookiu up of late, p'r'aps he'll make a decent sort o' husband for you yet" " h. father! I h. father!" "There, there. Coiufort, don't squeeze me so everlastin' close." remonst rat.sl the old farmer. "Hut it's sort o queer, now, ain't it, that we should both hcv sc-lectcd the same hi.lin place for our things, eh? Like an old raven and a youug un. eh?" And O un fort Ralston hastened joy fully Ut her mother to impart the glad tidings. "It never would have happened, mother, if you hadn't sold the old stove! till, you should have seen father's face!" And ever afterward the sound of Moses Minton's jangling Wlls was music in Comfort Kalston's ears. Amy Ran dolph, in N. Y. Ledger. IN ART CIRCLES. I'kkstox I 'owe its has had his new bronze group. "A Closing Kra."cast iu Florence. It represents a dying buf falo watched by au Indian, who sees in the disappearance of the bison a prophecy of the extinction of his own race. William Okhway I"artiiiim!e, the lloston sculptor, gets ten thousand dollars for his statin of Shakespeare, and will receive twenty-seven thou sand dollars for his equestrian statue of tiarlicld. He is only thirty-one years of age. Tm; "Sfurza Missal." which Fra Lip po Lippi. a great Florentine :trti.-1. prx pared for i. M. Sforza. duke of Milau. iu the fifteenth century, is proWily the most valuable manuscript iu tiiis country. It is in the possesion of J. J. Astor. who paid fifteen thousand five hundred dollars fur it. A feminine I 'net. A small schoolgirl recently handed In a real gem iu the shape of a defini tion of the difference Wtween a and a fortress. The form-r. she fort e x- plained, was a "strong place where they put meu in." aud the latter w as a "similar place where they put women in." W ashington l'oat ONCE MORE. Once more along the rivcr-anle Are willow-tassels :n'itiir: Once more aut-.liir the wooillanda wiu Are robins paly siutnir: Once more the i;ore blooms on the fella The liealher on the niouiitains: Ouoe more the c. lp rln their bella Above the laiu'hin fountaius Once more the wol anemones Are Hull rintf in the i.Uw.lowa, The daisies star the v. ruaul lea. The huttercuts the m. l.. h. Once uiore the lauuiJ violet open Her Jes eyes at inoriiifiir; Once more the souih. r i lyins slope. The blue-1 l. are wuoraii;. Onee more each truant breeze that blow a Through w.hmI afi.l forest searches. To st.-al from orchard (Hindis their snows. The perfume from the larches: lin y set the lauees of the wheat In mimic illUmc motion. Anil sjM-eil once uiore the swallow floet Across the briny ocean. Ouce more the whirriiie corncrake criea A rill. 1 the dew-wet clover. O'er woolla'niis crecn the cuckoo Hies A merry, careless rover: Ties leafy wo i Is are all a-chime. The skylark's notes are thrilling: Once more a irlail.l.-r. blither rhyme The p.H-t'lays are lilln.:;. M His k, in ('haniix-rs' Journal. .MIL ATWOOirs ECONOMY. The ixporlenco That Proved Him His Selfishness. to "I suppose," Wgan Mr. At wood, w vercly, "that if you were the man and the money maker, we should have no end of dollars and luxuries." Mrs. At wood, with cheeks a little redder than usual, only looked down in her coffee cup in silence. Scenes simi lar to this were of alm.ist daily occur rence. "I really don't s-c what you do w ith the money I give you. I declare, you ask for a dollar nearly every day." "There an- live in the family; do you exjK-ct to have no cxim-iiscs? lYrhaps, if you would economize a little your self, we should get along Wtter." "Me economize! Me!" "Yes. I don't sec why all the pinch ing should come from my side. I ins-d a new pair of shoes. These are really quite unlit to wear. Johnnie's are al most as bad, and the two little girls need some warm fl:-.nnels and a lK-st dress apiece." Hy this time Mr. Atwood had got hi.s breath. "I suppose you think I stiend my money foolishly, then." he said, angrily. "You sH-nd it as you ch.Kise. All men do. in a measure. It is the or der of things at this time: but I only ask you to stop and think in a serious way w here a g.Ksl ileal of your money docs go." "Why, for flour and coal, for jxita-tK-s and meat, and dresses foe you and the children." Mrs. Atwood smiled. "For nothing else?" "Why, yes; there's my own clothing, to Ik sun-: but I can't go out in pulilie 1. Miking like a ragman; it would kill my business. I suptMise you are thinking of my new overcoat; but it's the Wst economy to get something ginid while you are gett ing." "A principle you must have forgotten when you gave me live dollars two years ago for my winter cloak." "Oh. well, you don't go out any." "Tru !" "You are unreason aide, as all women are. and you think I'm made of money, I guess. Here's five dollars you can put to any use yon m-c tit. I dare say it will go for a lace flounce." "For my new calico?" queried Mrs. Atvvo.nl. m.K-kingly. Hut she picked up tin" money very much as she would have handled a snake. She thought of the little children and knew she could not refuse it, ungraciously as it had Ikstji given. Mr. AtwiKsl donntsl his new uvercoat and went out at the front il.Mr with a more than usually hard bang. Mrs. AtvviHsl took up the baby and slow tears roll.sl down her cheeks ujs.n its little golden head. Johnnie, the handsome six-year-old Wy. climW.l .low n from the table, and. leaning on his mot lier'a knee, g.4zcd up iu her face lovingly. "When I get to Ik a big man like papa." he said. "I'll give you all uiv in. mey." Then Mrs. Atw.l smiled and LruxWd the tears away. "Yes, darling." she sai l, "mamma knows the kind of a man you w ill W - the kind of a man. please l..l, she will try to teach you to grow into. ' Then, while washing up the break fast dishes, she planned and planned how liest to spend that five dollars. "Two pails of sh.K's must come out of it. I'll get a low, cheap pair for my self, perhaps for a dollar; they won't W very warm, but they w ill cover my fis-l. Then I can get Johnnie's iortK-r-haps a dollar and a half; that leaves two and a half for flannels ant drcsset, for the baby and little Nellie. Oh, dear! 1 did need ten dollars so much, and liftet-n wouldn't any more than have made us comfortable. If papa cared fi ir his wife and babies very much, he would not buy fifty-dollar suits and forty-dollar overcoats and ten-cent ci gars and all that. It's a pity the tables couldn't W' turned for a time." Then, having made everything snug and clean, she scut Johnnie off to school w ith a loving kiss, called in Irish Nora, a ncighWr girl, to stay with the chil dren, and started out to tuake her pur chases. "If I walk there and back," she thought, ''I shall save ten cents, and that will pay Nora. Hut think of papa walking a mile over such streets as these, in such shoes!" For they lived in the suburbs, where rent was less. The purchase's had W'en made, and Mrs. Atwood started homeward, tired and faint. "If I could only have a hot cup of coffee now!" she thought, "but I don't even dare to Sjien-l a nickel. It's going to rain, tKi, I Wlievc." Anl rain it did; not a gentle shower, but a terrible, drenching downtvour, und she hail no umbrella. The thin cloak was stKin wet througli, and a more limp and bedraggled woman could not have W'en imagined than that pKir mother w ho staggered in at her own doorway at last. Mr. A two, si had just completed a most splendid dinner at a most splcud i.l hotel, and was leaning back in hischair chatting with a gentleman friend he had chanced to meet, and w hom he had invited to join lum. There hail Wen champagne, aud they were laughing and in thciK-st ot spirits, w nen a telephone message was hau led to Mr. Atwood, w hich read as follows: f. "ouie borne' your wife Is dytnir Many ATWooii." "A h, what is it!" exclaimed the friend, noticing his companion's pallor. For answer, Mr. Atw.l handed him the message, snatchisl hisoverisiat aud without more ado rushed away. It was stfll raining, but the electric railway car Wrc him quickly home ward. Silence greeted him as he entered the hall; but. upou oM-iiing the door to his wife's cliamWr, his oldest sister met him, a strange look uMin her usually cold face. "Mary!" he gasped, "when did you come, and what has hap'K-ned?" "I came an hour ago, luckily. As for what has hapjiencd. I'll leave you to answer that. Iook at our wife!" "Sin- isn't dead, is she? There's color in her cheeks." "No, she isn't dead yet. LKk here, Charlie, do you know what these are?" and she held up In-fore him a bundle of what appeared to In rags, soaking wet. "Your wife's cloak, dress and skirts, and these are her shm-s. 'lease examine them; I don't see how she kept them on her feet. I supjiorxe they are the kind you provide for her." "Hut where has she been," gasped Mr. Atwinid. "to get so wet?" "I asked the little Irish girl, who has taken the children over to their house, aWut it. and she said that Mrs. Atwood went down-town to the stores, and that she wii Iked there and back, aud w ithout an umbrella" "Walked!" "Y-s. You may understand why; I don't." Just then a smothered sob reached Mr. Atwood, and he discerned a pair of chubby legs in darned old stis l.ings. .ticking out from a mass of W. clothes at the f.s.t of the Inil. 'It's Johnny. He was so w ild with grief I had not the heart to send him away, and he won't do her any hurt. Sin- iiis feet! and they are soaking wet, and must in- attended to." Mr. Atw.Hsl flushed hotly at the sight of those t'K-less shots. "She went to get him a pair this morning. Hut w hy don't you send for a d K-t r?" "He has Wen here and gone; every thing has Ikm-h done that can W. This is the bundle your wife brought home with her. These are her w inter shoes, I mi pj h isc, and you can see how suitable they are; the price marked on them is one ilollar and ten cents." "Mary!" Wgan Mr. Atwood, plain tively. "You asked me what had happened. You see I am trving to find out. and I think I shall In -fore I get through. I want you to see something else iu this bundle. This roll of coarse red llaine-l no doubt is for iH-tticoats for the little girls; but what do you supixise this is for?" sternly. Mr. Atwood gaziil down upon a small quantity of soft white flannel. "I don't know," he said helplessly. "Thank (on! I never married!" cried his sister earnestly. "I might not have known myself, if the dm-tor hadn't in timated that that was what luade the case so critical." Mr. AtvviKnl understood now. and went to the Wil and kneeled down. "MaWK" he said, brokenly. "Oh, my wife!" "That is all." said his sister, grim' v. "You were always eellish. Your ino'li cr (who I am glad wasn't minei ln ls-.l to make you so. Hut I never siipjN.si-d you could W quite so cruel, and to ;..i.r own. Your iii.-om.- of tiftin-n hun.ind dol'ars a year will admit uf a com fortable living f..r a'.l hail it W. n shared. Johnnie, d.-ar. I must get off tliese Wet old sh.n-s. or we shall I. ,e another sick memWr of t he fatu.lv " "Oh, inaruma! mamma." m. -ai.. .l the ch'ld. "We w ill do rverv t long we can " a 1 Aunt Mart", kis. tig the t. ar-wet !..- "he look Wtter. I tlot.k " She ll ved at t he a. ri!.. e of t he . 1 1 . life t hat w as to W Lived, and Wgau to grow stronger, and to su.tl.- nj.i. I., r children oner U-rr Aunt Marv was at the h.a.1 i.f ti e llousa-iioi.l. and a hm r. .'!, I, ,.t las t. 11. auguratisl A. ..r lr, Ala...! i... won. 1, re.1 what l.a-t clue ..r I..111 Me ha. I sat bv her lnsis..ic mgbt ai..l ila i . doing a 1 he ouid for h.-r. n. his aw to ward fasl n.'ii, but with a teii.U-riit sh that hiirris..l her. He had w.,u tin timid lilt le girls to sit ii..u hs knee and romp w il h h.iu as they hd ii. ii-r dared to do Ik fore. "Mamma." said Johnnie one day, "how pretty you are, your checks are so red and your hair crinkles all around your head!" Then Johnnie's father laid his hand uininthat head, and said: "MaWl. if yuu can forget my heart less thoughtlessness, my cruel Seltish Uess, I will see that from this time nut my w ife and home are my first thought. I never'knew how I loved you until 1 was afraid I was going to have to give you up forever. Can you still love inc a little? The happy mother smiled fondly on him. and answered: "I have always loved you. and I sup posed it was only a man's way." Aunt Mary, who had chanced in at this instant, sniffed audibly. "I was thankful W-fore that I had never married, and now I'm thankful I'm not a man. I . call such 'ways as you attribute to the common man or husband. Sin." "Never miiiil." said her brother, "you've hail a sphere, and you've tilled it nobly; and the coziest room in my home evermore is set aside for brave Aunt Mary, .who shook the family skeleton before my eyes until I trembled and burnt it up." Yankee Kludc. Antiquity of Surpllecit Choir.. Surpliced choirs, wearing the vest ment now used under that name, date back to almut the eleventh century, when that particular mollification of the ancient ulb and rochet w as intro duced and the name w as also invented. At that time it was found awkward to put on the old narrow sleeved vest ments over the furred dresses which the dignitaries Wgan to wear to pro tect themselves against the cold and drafty churches; so the garment was made hmser and the sleeves widened into the present well-known sliajn- to get rid of that difficulty, and the name of sur pelisse (tliat which is worn over a fur dress) was fivcu to the altered vestment. T
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