A A SA Seed. Bow thy seed, oh husbandman! What though others reap? Tt will burst the shell and rise, Bip the dew snd kiss the skies Sow thy seed and sleep, In thy labors thou shalt live Dust alone is dead - Ever falls the shine and rain, Ever springs the golden grain; All the worlds are fod, C—O. Work and Wait, A husbandman who many vears Had plowed his fields and sown in tears, Grew weary with his doubts and fears, “1 toil in vain! These rocks and sands Will yield nohatvest to my hands; he best seads rot in barren lands, “My drooping vine i§ withering; No promised grapes its blossoms bring; No binds among its hranches sing “My flock is dying on the plain; The heavens are brass The earth is iron they yield no rain; 1 toil in vain While yet he spake a breath had stirred His drooping vine, like wing of bird, And from its leaves a voice he heard “The germs and fraits of He must be Forever hid in mystery, Yet none can toil in vain for me “A mightier han, more skil Must ha And make the fields with harvest a) n ng the cluster of the vine ¥ Man oan but work God can ereate; But they who work, and wateh and wait, Have their rewand, the } “ Look up to he The ok An ds and § answer to thy doubts and fear™ He looked With tra Was rushing to a distant i fames afar, star and And every thirsty flock plain Was risi ¢ meet the rain he fields with grain NABBY'S HUSBAND. | A knock at the squire’s door. An eager * come in" from the "squire, to whom any outside diversion is an in- estimable boon, he having just reached that uncomfortable stage of masculine convalescence when life becomes a bur den not only to the so-called * patient” himself but also to those unlucky femi nine relatives whose duty it is to cff ciate as his * ministering angels.” Mary, the servant, came in. Please, Mr. Hoslev, there's a woman downstairs who says she must see vou. She's been here to see you before since you were sick, and now she won't take no foran a ” “Show her right up, Mary,” said the ‘squire, alertly, brightening up visibly | like the war horse who scents the battle afar off. Not all the cozy comforts of his surroundings, the *“ Sleepy-Hollow- ness” of his chair, the pleasant pictures on the wall, the wood fire which now, that the wintry twilight was settling down over the bit of gray sky, left vis- ible by the curtains heavy folds, danced and flashed all over the room in rosy shadows, conld not reconcile the squire to his enforced seclusion. Secretly he pined for his dingy old den of an office, and fed at the doctor's restrictions, which as vet forbade all thoughts of business. But now the moral police force, represented by his wife and daughter, being luckily off duty, there was nothing to prevent this probable client. “Show her up, May,” and the "squire cheerfally straightened himself and assumed as much of legal dignity as dressing-gown and slippers permit- ted. Mary disappeared. Presently the door opened again. “Why, Nabby,” said the ‘squire, “is it yon? How do you do?” “Yes, "squire it's me,” said Nabby, dropping down with a heavy sigh into the chair, “and I don't do very well.” Nabby was a short, squarely-built woman of fifty, with considerable gray in the coarse, black hair drawn stifily and uncompromisingly back under a bonnet about fifty years out of date. She had sharp, black eyes, and a reso- lute, go-ahead manner. Evidently a hard-working woman ; yet in looking at her yon could not help the conviction that something more than hard work had plowed the deep wrinkles which ran across her forehead, and threatened to lift her eyebrows up to her hair. Nabby had lived with the ’'squire’s mother fifleen years—from the time when Mrs. Hosley took her in, a ten-year- old orphan, who was, as the good old lady sometimes expressed it, ‘‘more plague than profit,” until she grew into | the steady and reliable hand-maiden who | finally, with every one's good wishes, married young Josiah Gould, and set up in the world for herself. Old Ms Hosley had long since gone to her reward, but her family still kept up a friendly interest in Nabby and her for- tunes, the "squire in particular being for her * guide, philosopher and friend” in all the emergencies of life. “Why, what's the matter now, Nab- by ?" said the ’squive, good-naturedly. “ Are you sick 7 “Yes, I am,” said Nabby, éemphati- cally, with a snap of her black eyes. “I'm sick to death of Josiah. I can't stan’ it any longer, and T've come to talk with you about gettin’ a divorce. You see he's been a growin’ worse and worse now for a good while. I've kept it to myself pretty much because I was ashamed on't, and then kep’ hopin* he'd do better. I've talked an’ talked to him and said and done everything a woman could, but it seemed as if the more I | talked the worse he grew.” The ‘squire looked st Nabby’s rather | sharp, hard face, and perhaps was hardly | so surprised as Nabby expected that | Josiah had not been reformed by the “talking to” Le had undoubtedly re- | ceived, § “He grew more and more shiftless | and good for nothing,” vontinned Nabby, “till finally he didn’t do much but’ sit around the kitchen fire, half boozy. If there's anybody 1 hate,” burst out Nabby, “it’s a man forever settin’ round the house under foot. Aud there I was a-takin’ in washin' and a-slaving. early and late to be kinder decent and fore- handed, and him no better than a dead man on my hands, so far as helping any was concerned. And so I told him, time and again. He worked just about enough to keep himself in drink. He knew he couldn't get any of my money ! for that. But I stood it all till about a | fortuight ago. I'd been working hard all day helping Miss Barber clean house, and it seemed as if every bone in my body ached, I was so tired. I came along home, thinking how good my cup of tea would taste. The first thing I see when I opened.the kitchen door was old Hank Slater séttin’ there in m rockin’ chair. He and Josiah weve both drunk as—hogs,” said Nabby, slander- ing an innocent animal in her haste for a simile. “They'd tracked the mud all over my clean floors. The cookin’ stove was crammed full of wood, roaring like all possessed. I wonder they hadn't burn- ed the house up before I got there. And they'd got my best teapot out to heat some water, and the water'd all biled away an dthe bottom came out, But'the worst was to see my husband a consort- in’ with such a scum of the earth as that miserable, low-lived Hank Slater. I tell you, "squire, L was mad. I just hung that kitchen door wide open, and sez 1: “Get out out of this houee, Josiah Gould, and don’t ever let me see your face inside qn’t again.” oo 3 i Seg. Moses: ‘ Where in 1~ fe i an nswen % , meek as shall I go to, Nabby ¥ FRED VOLUME XIV. Iiditor and Proprietor. CENTRE PA. THU *) RSDAY, APRIL 2i INERMS: 82.00 a , 1881, in Advance. RB TAHARI MRA NUMBER 15, “Sez I, ‘I don't care where you go to, so long's vou don't come near me I've always been a respectable woman, and I don't want none of Hank Slater's friends round my house." “Well queried the ‘squire, as Nab | by's narmative came to a pause. “Well.” said Nabby, in a rather sub dued one, ** he went off. And he hasn come back. And I want a divorce.” “Xow, Nabby,” remonstrated the old | ‘squire, “von don't want a divorce. 1 | know you better than that. You are not | the woman to give Josiah up and let him go to the bad without a struggle. Yo feel a little vexed with him now, and 1 { don't blame vou. It's hard-—very hand | But von know vou took him ‘for better, { for worse." Deo vou think, vourself, it's { quite ght to “break your . & The Origin of Restaurants, The use of restaurants has become 20 eral all over the world, that it will ¢ Low they be interesting to many to, first originated, and to ‘what they owe their now familiar name. It appears ‘that the first of these establishments rejoicing ket was in many places entirely killed | an order fora large number of their by frost: in others from twenty to | telephones. The government of India forty per cent. was lost. In many | Will not sanction the establishment of States in which, at the commencement | telephonic exchanges by private per | in 1765, by & of the present century, spring used to | Sons. ihe tasted in DY 8 man of ‘Bou happen in February it is now delayed | Although Dr. J. Gwyn Jeffreys has, | This date however, : until the end of April, and the growing | during a period of between forty and | 4 "40 with the choice of the Rohing ; of wheat has become altogether proble- i fifty Years, dredged, as a explorer, all ! which the ho of en . nois (July, 1879) on the harvest, pros-!a considerable part of those «n the | : pect, climate, ete., says the erops bad | coasts of North America, Greenland, suffered greatly from the want of rains | Norway, France, Spain, Portugal, Mo- we must go back to the | century, at the end of which one of the ‘soups, or liquid ailments, most used by the people was a bouillon known as the It was made up of | anything of value except to a naturalist, ' « jivine restorer.” we Minneapolis Tribune. = A Trapper's Death, Chris. Haltman, a trapper, who lived alone in his cabin a few miles from Moscow Mills, in Wasco county, Oregon, recently sustained a rupture while chas- forest for several hours, and sneceeded in reaching the cabin. Three weeks later his nearest neighbor having called, found Haltman in a dying condition, He faintly told of the accident, said “I'm nearly gone” and not long after- ward gave up the ghost. All the avail- able surface of floor and wall within his reach was written over in charcoal. The writing proved to be his will. He had considerable gold, which he wished to be sent to relatives in the Fast. He never got up from the floor, and during the three weeks was unable to reach anything but a box of sugar and a bag of coffec, though he had plenty of pro- visions in the cupboards of the eabin. C—O 05 A solemn old scientist printed the fact that by bathing the feet in tepid water a man oould increase his circula- tion, and now all the editors are having tanks fitted to.their office stoves, ‘nor any human bone, although many | thonsand human beings must have per- | ished in those seas. The gems, ‘dead : bones,” ete., that was thought to form | | the floor of the oceun appear to exist | only in the imagination of thepoets. | | The artificial means by which drowsi- | | ness may be induced have been investi- | The ordinary drowsiness of fatigue sup- | posed to be caused by the introduction | | into the blood of lastic acid, a compound | | proceeding from the distingeration of the bodily tissues of nerves and muscle. To ascertain whether this view was cor- rect, Preyer administered large quanti- ties of the acid to animals, and found that it would induce a drowsiness and slumber apparently identical with formal sleep, and from which they awaken seemingly much refreshed. Not only lactate soda, but sour milk and whey, produced this artificial sleep. vo — The London Cuckoo says the Czar of Russia is a lineal descendant of Princess Sophia, mother of George the First, and therefore, under the act cf settlement with the reservation as te r ligion, is entitled, better heirs failing, to succeed the remains of fowls and viands ! down in an alembie, with émshed bar- Ih ra ow af Tu of compare As it was onl . tively well-to-do persons who could afford such a luxury, a génius was required to bring the **divine restorer” within the reach of all the multitude. a Gailliard, who pro an excellent substitute” for the 1 eal nectar by cooking a fat fowl in a little aromat- jzed water, and selling the boullion as At that time the privil k victualers, and that of dinners was sessed hy corporation or new sellers of the “