~— Love Hiding. Love was playing hide and seek, And we deemed that he was gone, Tears were on my withered cheek For the setting of our sun; Dark it was around, above, But he came again, my lovel Chill and drear in warm November ‘We recall the happy spring, While, bewildered, we remember When the woods began to sing, All alive with leaf and wing, Leafless lay the silent grove; Bus he came again my lovel Aud our melancholy frost Woks to radiance in his rays, Who wore the look of one we lost, In the far-away dim days; No prayer, we sighed, the dead may uve, Yet he came again, my lovel Love went to sleep, but not forever, And we deemed that he was dead; Nay, shall aught avail to sever Hearts who once indeed were wed? Garlands for his grave we wove, But he came again, my love; RRR, FAITHS ADVENTURES “1 wish I had pot come through the park! I wish I had gone around, even if the wind and dust wera so trying! The sight of all these grand turnouts and happy people only makes my own pov- which swayed to and fro over the bench where she had a moment herself, She iooked like a fair Puritan blossom this weary, sad girl—with her straight figure, her serious gray eyes, innocent, pale face, with her plain and almost severely neat black bonnet, She was a lonely little stranger in the great city, and she lived in a big and gown broad drives opening from the park. Only a year before her home had been one of homely case and simple content 1 a green, far-off country town, But ad set his footsteps cityward, hopeing ral remuneration, and to realize and to be finally beset by illness, want and penury, ile had only his motherless little Faith to suffer with him, and she was but a tender flower to be subjected to the blasts of adversity. Dut, neverthe- | she had shouldered her burdens ight bravely—diligent housewife, un- iring nurse, sweetest comforter—she had been all. And beside, it was her | ver-idle needle-—the occasional com- pensation for her exquisite bits of deco- rative embroidery—which had latterly kept the low hearth fires from being ex- tinguished altogether. But there was no work for will- needle just now, no purchaser for t trifles in floss t the ing he artistic and velvet and the hearth fire was burning low in- deed on that dusty afternoon in late September as she sat resting on the sheltered park bench after an unavail- ing trudge through various fancy empo- riums in the unseasonably hot city How happy they are ple!”® she thought as she pensively approaching equipage-—a ering carriage of cream and wine gdrawn by high-stepping mahog- bays with gilded trapping! vere two occupants arTayed young woman Carrying a mar- ws lace parasol and fawn-and-black pug, and a nattily dressed young man who languidly held t reins. They were driving leisurely, the young man omewhat unostentatiously dallying with his gold-handled whip and ompanion chatting with consequ f animation ben the ; parasol. ‘Oh, there is the spring, Charle; 1 Fidget-~the precious dear—Is juss dying for a drink! Do see how splendidly he is begging for what be wants! Dostop,”’ Faith heard her as the carriage wheels revolved against the ribbon of turf between the bench and the drive, ‘Just as you say, Annie,’’ the young man replied, as he checked the bays, stepped to the ground and assisted his | companion to alight, But Fidget who had begged so splen- | didly for what he wanted-—like some of | his superiors, perhaps—waxed independ- ently uppish the instant he got it. Ie put his black muzzle gingerly to the jetting waser, sniffed fastidiously | the cool, mossy rock, lapped a very few trickling drops, and then, with a sedi. tious bark, bounded from the arms which encompassed him and scampered away to a fastness of the shrubbery. But his rebellion was promptly sub- | dued, his silken coflar became some- what entangled in a tuft of thorny cac- tus, and he was held a whimpering captive, punished and penitent, until the young woman of the marvelous | parasol released him and took him back to her arms and confidence, jut in her hurried pursuit of the pug, she had dropped her porte monnaie almost at the feet of the unheeded girl, who sat crying softly on the shadowy bench; and as she again neared the car- | riage, Faith picked it up, arose, and ex- | tended it timidly towards her. “Pear me! what a nice honest girl | you are,’’ she said effusively and with a sort of haughtily pitying stare at the girl’s exceedingly neat but woefully worn gown and bonnet. **And you have been crying too!—you are in trou- ble about something, now, arn’t you?” she added with what would have been Ampertinence had not her pitying inter- ot, been so obviously senuine, Neither her showy attire, her effusive speech or ber extremely haughty air, seemed exactly harmonious with the strictly elegant equipage; but there was sincere kindliness in her air and accents for all that, And the bit of human sympathy quite unnerved poor heart sick, hopeless little Faith, ‘‘My trouble is that of thousands, I su I am only out of work,” she — with quaint dignity and with two pathetic tears starting afresh. “Oh, isn’t that too bad,” exclaimed the young woman of the amiably refined manners and the very elegant turnout. “You were honest enough not to keep my purse, and 1 Kally must do some- these grand eR : egarded an More i IIECTE ashowily he ™ ath 15 onat SAY, ghing for you. Don't you think we could let her have some sewing to do at the house Charley?” “Surely! Why not? We have things should say,’”’ the natty young man an- swered readily and with a glance of unqualified admiration at the Puritan blossom face of the wistful, wondering girl. “You can come down to the house in the morning,’’ said the young woman, ensconcing herself and the dog Fidget luxuriously among the carriage cush- ions “and we'll see what we can do for you, Everybolly knows the Silvernale mansion, with the name in gilt upon the door,” she concluded rather loftily after several more minute directions, Then she bowed in a patroniz- ing but kindly fashion; Charley per- formed a somewhat flourish of his golden-handled whip, and bays were trotting sedately down the drive, and Faith was once more alone, “Will there be any harm in going, papa?’’ she doubtfully asked her father, when she was once more in their apart- ments of the big glaring tenemet, “I do not think there can be,” Merivale answered. Mr. Willis were here he might tell you all about them.” Faith averted her fair face and a soft wavered over her cheeks. Although Mr. Willis was far away, he and she might never meet her as she sometimes fancied he did, he held her heart forevermore in his keep- ing. He was her ideal of all which is . Some months before—it seemed ages father from beneath the very wheels of a runaway truck. which had dashed stunned, bruised and bleeding-—into wogl 4] came and went, le of comfort for man, and again a gift of Day after day he indly smiles and the and his beautiful, k encouragement of 1 sanguine voung spirit, wi £ rey Ter 8 own strong Just as Le went away on one last bright day, Faith could see him always gure in a none too cheery, dark face beneath a carelessly adjusted derby hat, his dark eves looking into hers with a yk of unspoken yearning, 8 holding her own with a clasp hich had power to stir her pulses yet. “It is hard to leave you, little Faith," she could still hear him say i thrilling voice, just as he had he whispered the last good-bye. “Mr. Willis ought to be back by t time,” continued Mr. Merival, » soft blushes of the pale, sweet a man engaged in the logging business can’t get n he likes; and a young ing WY sie bivinier } a8 LO earn Dis uving has ar young oi uit, a fresh iis n his gentie 1% sl whine ombifd Wilt i “though asl ta bau KEWOOs just whe tas 4 iile the sun sh 1 when one must work 185% A think sewing papa,’ I cept the best chances offered! 1 ui 0a i try the Silvernale "aith said, with a 18 of werning the particular chance which had been offered her just then! ¥ 3 | 1iesl ry irae And she felt not a little trepidation ring ag sha $11 wl hesit morning as sue pauseq Nesiti- n the flagging before the Silver ion, and wondering v SOUNEe Vague mis 8 COT ring the front doo 11 stead, ision was terminated by the the front door and appearance of the effusive young of the port-monnaie episode. “How nice of you to come early,” that showy personage began volubly as she ushered Faith into an imposing hall, “And how glad I am we run across you just as we did, And I have something beside the plain sewing for you, too! We are to have a little party to-night satin; red isn’t my color at all, and be- side, the pink happens to just fit me, them: and the flounce and bodice trim- ming cost $2,000 in Paree! Young Mr, Silvernale brought it over himselt; and he says he paid the duty on it, too, but Faith was conscious of an odd sensa- tion which she could scarcely define, Something in the language, the airy flip- voluble young woman astonished her immeasurably, “You are wanted down stairs, An- nie,”” was the announcement made at the moment, and Faith involuntarily turned to behold the natty young man, whose admiringly glances had so em. barrassed her in the park. He vouchsafed her a jauntily familiar old, and then with another glance evi- dently meant to be irresistably impress- ive, he went his way. “Charley is just wild about you; he talked of nothing but A all the way home; Annie said, with a playful little tap of one profusedly ringed hand upon the bowed head of the surprised girl, and then they left the room. “What strange people they are,” Faith Sought, as she proceaded circum- spectly with the rather delicate task of transferring the costly lace. ‘Charley, I suppose, is the young Silvernale him- self, and Annie must be the sister, but rich people often do -have little pecu- liarities, and, if their manners are rather startling. they intend to be kind to me, I know.” And they did intend to be kind- - lover, then, as “I told you no uniruth about myself, sweetheart,’’ he said. ‘I am interested in the backwoods logging business, be- cause a portion of my money is invested suminering of business and combined in my little forrest. name is really Willis Willis nale, A half later Faith was driving home- ward in the starlight behind the ma- hogany bays. Her fair face was radiant with unutterable content as she sat be- Her hardships and desolation had ended with the day’s adventures— which, after all, And my Silver- which occured shortly afterward, fhe Woedtick of Hon duras. Any description of the business-like ways of the garapatos would be, to those who have a personal acquaintance with them, wanting in that fresh and lively mterest which follows a first introduc. tion, and it might be cruelty to antlci- pate the joys of a first experience by describing the way in which the little brown villains light upon the traveler from every bush against which he brushes, crawl into his clothing from every upon which he incautiously seats himself, and from every y bank upon which he thoughtiessly re- clines; how they excite his sensibilities, by traveling Industriously over his un- accustomed and ticklish skin, prospect- ing for a tender and juiey spot wherein to sink their heads deeply, and thus establish claims from which not death even, nor dismemberment, shall separate them. Once comfortably settled in a pleasing spot, the woodtick gives up his roving habits and devotes himself to the busi- ness of sucking up the blood of the grin- go, until in time he waxes fat with rich feeding, becomes puffed up with much consequence, and develops into a rich, dark-red jauch, big as a currant and as round, with legs of little moment and an insignificant head, the most noble function of which is to provide plantiful supplies to the stomach. : IN THE DIAMOND FIELDS. How Wealth Hunters Are Periodl. cally Beguiled. The daily scenes in this South Afri- can El Dorado were very similar to those I experienced in the gold mines of California. One day the news was, east of us they are finding diamonds by the handful; plenty of open ground, a sure fortune; and away went the diggers, 4he speculative canteen-Keeper followed. When one of the Americans from New York and I, after a three- miles tramp under a scalding sun, ap- proached the reputed mine, we found a dozen saloons in fall casks, was anxious to sell his stock of liquid were. and was mad with myself that I had been so simple minded as to have been one of its victims, Near by was a hole, and packed close around were almost a thousand diggers, while in a cavity a black man was grubbing the lime. A few were marking out claims, but the majority having seen no diamonds, de- clared indignantly. *“*This is a fool's rush. Suddenly a bloated old fellow appears upon the scene, nick-named Mahogany Nose, from the vermilion colored appearance of that organ, jumps up and down over his table and shouts: “Diamond | diamond 1’ A rush is made for him. “Let's see it’ all exclaim, “Oh, it's only half a carat, but indi- cates,” and Mahogony Nose resumes his scraping. The bait takes, All seize their picks and pick until the ground is occupied. More people arrive. Claims are marked out. ew-comers are astonished at the industrious scene, and conclude that this ja the spot—the place thay have been so long looking for. No more room for claims, but those in the secret seize several claims; the pretended original owners get wrathful and threaten, and a riot is in prospect, when it is suggested by one of the ‘‘friends® that the matter of dispute be settled by the rules of the ring. Agreed to; and the winner 18 borne on his friends’ shoulders to 4 canteen, where ale and to commemorate the victory, After a while, when quiet is restored, it floally daws upon the average mind of the “kapi’ that Mahogany Nose has su. ¥ ceeded in playing his cards well, The canteen where so much fermented re- freshment was swallowed belonged to Mahogany Nose, and he planted” the diamonds he pretended to find, For reasons unnecessary to state, old his claim, enter his canteen, and give a free treat to all that came, That who had come many miles to the new El Dorado. ‘ead of that old weasel.’’ Our Udmarried Daughters, Thomas Hughes says there is a pecul- | find out, but I doubt, says a writer, if { there is a woman who from babyhood has not recognized that charm, { then think with mom consideration i the pleasures and cares of wedded life, bat whose lives have been given others far more than have those of the majority of their wedded sisters, { One such woman has charge | household whose inmates are an invalid mother, a feeble grandmother, and a bachelor brother, She makes the hom | happy for them, and with | for this sacrifice of her girlh MICRT She ( dinner exactly to suit are her privil herself served according to her to change the hour end in without onsultation would ! trea 1 It is possibl tu 15 rey redo 4 abit ars Hninarrsa Gangiier iow with three unm age.,’’ It wou tothe n he family if the piano could to another part of the room, The 1 “I see no reason, Emy, why it I'he has no trials andd of the uncer ded ¢ mother about it, + moved, overcome, and ‘4 hat they shall ties to . we i Aili, here is another family married 5 much ill home the housekeeping and ut her recreation daughter st at * Case, iS Eaters of Olives, pre pared for bread fir } Lo n his HIVES IR 5% larly at irters It is the Spanish habit t the end of a meal but not Three four are usually enough, or if they are very go may An Italian recommends the preserving of Spanish that is. of those grown on Italian soil--but prefer those called St. Francis, which is common at Ascoli, where it attains the size of agwalnut It is, ever, generally agréed among gourmets that the smaller olives are best for eat- ing. The manner of treatment has nevertheless, perhaps something to do with the coarse quality of the Spanish olive when found in the peninsula. Olives are preserved in Italy, as else. where, in weak lye or brine, They are also bruised, stuffed in the Bordeaux | manner or dried. or s1¢ Fire eéal a dozen Aun olives { came, the fruit forms still an important [article of diet. A traveler relates that | and grapes offered him by the monks of | the ‘monastery of Mount Libanuns, It | is traditional in the Catholic church | that the monks living in the desert fed i principally on olives, Throughout olive has remained, as in the most ancient times, a substantial article of food and a necessary means of existence to the toiling millions, Sn II I SSS What a Shark Eats. The shark has the reputation of a ra- sjous appetite and a good, strong Stomach, © is not satistied with triles, por can the keen of his appetite be turned by a ‘‘diet worms.” He re- quires a substantial Will of fare and like the black country operative who asked the carver for a ‘‘piece of beef that would bend,” he is fond of solids. The stomach of a shark, which was recently captured in Watson's Bay, was opened and an examination of its contents made, According to the papers, among other things discovered were a number of human bones, the leg of a pair of gray tweed trousers, a pocket contain. ing a penny, the buckles of a pair of braces, the blade of an oar. an empty boerbottle, the seat of a ehild’s rocking chair, two tin meat cans, a gum an old gridiron, and last, bat not a half digested silk hat. It is presumed that the fish had been out to dinner Perched on the Very Tops of Higy M esas. The ; » Huts---Pleturesque People. Of all the Indian villages of the souths west, those of the Moquis are by far the most picturesque. There are seven of them, all together, and all are perched on the very tops of high mesas, which are separated by a few miles of open any of the towns, The settlement that is best known, and that is more often abruptly rising cliff. The second mesa also contains three distinct villages: while the third has enly one town, in however, there is the largest habits among the people, The tribe can be estimated, and is comparatively wealthy, The property of the people flocks of goats, which feed upon the nu- The villages are composed of small square huts, built of stone, and covered with beams, which support a layer of earth; and the houses are piled together, one on top of the other, with irregularity with iid pile of residences are it bull directly on the edge of the cliff. HNEAavy exactly which blocks, make a while ot court. plaza OF : tiers of houses, it to a roof 1 four 8 14 gies alos ch from BOmes ie eX pe 'R duli-hued exts lighted, to scrupu- What rough the door- 4 side or in Lhe family live: 0 a seems 1 ent Torms of Ye gig i ir Ati Land ing tenaciously to nturies Meal is the between bread is cooked ; wh In hot aslies. The rdest workers, They ling handsome, having large, lustrous ¥ ¢ wid » that give eviaencs a0 €eorn ‘hey dress in gowns just er the upper portion of y are apparentl ar no clothes until of but pla) ute nakedness, » Moquis are a pic- y are supposed to hierogl f il-supporting, below reacii o oad ¥ ILOoG- ae age, ~~ g lif — AA ———— e Model Husband. wer interteres way, shape ’ pe, he a3 at ail irs and at all and devoted ane occasionally, ar - ., TSW OTR bos = in morning dress ombed, and with eep in the mysteries igabsorbed in the ¥, Of wy # f unaone and down town to of the thing $ SERN 1 oi fF ¥ 118 wile, then re- generally, his mani { two of prepares — abiliiv--a which | blandest soci one, He never bothers his wife with sew- ing on his buttons; he “didn’t marry her for that.” He quietly gets a needie and thread. adiusts his thimblefand sews his buttons on himself, Whe: there is a Woman's Rights meeting in town, the Model Husband alwavs attends his wife thither, or stays home and takes care of the children-—as she may see fit. And, as he does not dozen olive branches shall cluster around He never groans at the extravagance woman, nor preaches economy at home, nor indulges in oysters and cham- pagne suppers away from home, but makes his pocketbook a family eoncern, or deals out money to his wife witha lavish hand. He never chews, smokes or drinks in the house under any circumstances; never ventures out unaccompanied by his better-half after nightfall; and above all things, never, scver brings a friend home unexpectedly to dinner or supper. The Model Husband has no “old flames,” nor new ones either; he shuns secret societies as he would the plague and he has never been known to look in the direction of a bonnet on the head of any woman but his wife, He endures the Caudle Lectures delivered by his better-half with a touching meekness un-excelled by the original Caudle him- self, and regards with supreme pily not unmixed with contempt, that most mis. erable specimen of the masculine gen- der: a hen-pecked husband! In fact, the Model Husband is very, very nearly-—a real, genuine saint, Mns, SLIMDIET (serving out the tough beefsteak —'‘And so you have been to Florida, Are there many crocodiles down there?" Thin Boarder-—'* of them.” “And how do they live?" “Well, they don’t board, but they might 3 it very comfortably.” “A crocodile can its jaws to gether with a force of pounds.