Im
think it's clear
"That somethin’s goin’ wrong o' late—to sce
her sittin’ there
A-dreamin’ in the doorway, with that look
into her eyes,
As ef they still was restln’ on the ole time
fields an’ skies,
.Bhe’s always dreamin’, dreamin’ o' the life
we left behind.
"The little two-room cottage where the mornin’
glories twined ;
The roses in the garden, the vellow sunfiows
ers tall, :
The viclets—but she, herself, the sweetest
flower o' all,
You see, she useter sit there in the doorway,
80 content,
The sunflowers follerin’ the sun, no matter
where he went,
The brown bees sippin’ honey and a-buzzin
roun’ the place,
The fuses climbin’ up to her an’ smilin’ in her
ace,
An’ now she can’t forget it. When I tell
her “Little wife,
There ain’t no use in grievin’ for that simple
country life,”
She twines her arms aroun’ my neck, an’
smilin’ sweet to see,
She says: “It seems so far away to where
a 19?
we useter bel
There ain't no use in chidin’ or sayin’ words
0’ cheer;
There's nuthin’ in the city life like she was
useter there,
Where preachin’ cum but once 8 month an’
street cars didn’t run,
An’ folks they tole the time
o’ day by lookin’
at the sun.
An’ larks got up at peep o dawn an’ made
the medders ring,
& tll you, folks, when one's brought up to
Jes’ that sort o thing,
It's hard to git away from it; old feelin’s
bound to rise.
An’ make a runnin’ over In a woman's tender
eyes.
So there she sits a-dreamin’, till I git a-dream-
in’ too,
An’ when her head drops on my breast an’
sleep falls like the dew,
Arn’ closes them sweet eyes o’ hers, once more
we seem to be
In the old home, where we'll rest some day
together—bher and me.
— Atlanta Constitution.
COMMODORE TODDY.
He wasn’t bigger than a pint of
cider, but bright as the brightest kind
of a brand-new button.
Everybody called him “Toddy,” so
one day I asked him if that was his
name.
“No’'me, my real name’s Charles
Algernon St. John Clinton,” he an-
swered, tumbling the first two names
into something like Charsgernon, be-
tween a decided lisp and the big
words,
“Then why do they call you Toddy?"”
“Oh, en I us a baby
gin an’ sugar an’ water cause I howled
all er time, cause I wanted my mother;
she died an’, an’ ey wanted me to stop
cryin, 'en I stopped. When I howled
again ‘ey gived more gin
water an’ sugar.
ing for my toddy.
me ‘Tod.’ I'm eight now.’
“So you are eight years old?
‘ey gived me
an’
They said I us howl-
Sometimes ey call
'
me
You
are a big man,” I said, trying to get
an arm about him to cuddle him, for I
bad a little boy just about his age.
“Where's your papa?”
“I never had none. He us drownd-
ed before I was borned; that why my
mother went and died.”
I tried to kiss him, but Toddy wasn’t
sentimental and wriggled away with,
“Do you want to see my muscle? I'm
fearful strong. 1 got more muscle "en
any feller. I guess I'll go an dig
clams.”
Off he ran—a very little boy, tanned
to almost a copper color, barefoot and
happy.
1 felt very tender towards Toddy,
and asked Mrs. Bell, the sweet-faced
landlady of the Bay View House
where we were stopping for the sum
mer, about the child.
All she knew was that he was a Mrs
Clinton's great-grandchild and that the
old lady was very feeble; he was in
charge of the servant, who left him
pretty much his own
“but,” said Mrs. Bell, in conclusion,
to devices:
“he’s a very good little boy.
Often, when 1 went out with the
shildren, we would meet Toddy play-
ng on the shore. Sometimes I have
#een him sailing along on a plank,
sculling with the stave of a barrel.
He would sail on or in anything that
could float and seemed not
faintest fear of the water.
Sometimes when we went down to
the long dock where our little boat,
“The J. A. C.” lay, he would go with
us for a row; he knew all about the
river, and was wild to manage the
boat. When there was not too much
current I would let him take the oars
in that way he got considerable prac-
tice.
One day the little man, ic a burst of
confidence, told me he intended to dig
clams and save money to buy a boat.
“Then you'll be Commodore Toddy,”
oried I. He was delighted with the ti-
tle, and asked me always to call him
+ by it.
“What will you nese your boat?
to have the
mother,” said the child. “I'd name
ber after my father, too, oney his
name us Charles Jernon 8t. John Clin-
ton, just er same as me, an’ such a big
name ud capsize a little boat, so I'll
just eail it “The Dora.’ ”
“Dora will be a very sweet name for
your boat,” 1 said.
“If 1 wanted ter wait till I'm
tweny-one an’ get my property, I could
buy a boat bigger'n the Minnie Cornell,
but I wouldn't wait. 1 won't be
round here’en I'm twenty-one.”
Dear little Toddy, could you see
into the future with your great blue
eyes?
A few nights after there was a com-
motion at the “Bay View.” Mrs.
Bell explained that the two colored
girls who waited at table had gone out
early in the evening and had not come
home. She was afraid some one in
the neighborhood induced them
offers of higher wages to leave her
service. «I didn’t think they would
leave in this manner,” said the anxious
housekeeper, ‘It's hard get
good help!”
“They may have got lost on these
country roads,” I suggested by way of
comfort.
A little later in
Clinton's servant came over and asked
by
BO to
the evening Mrs.
if any one knew where Toddy was,
saying the last she had seen of him he
was going towards the shore with Rose
the two girls.
Why they should have taken the Soy
no one could surmise. If any of us
could have suspected where that brave
little soul was and in what peril, the
rest need not have been silence.
Bright and early the next morning a
messenger went up to Mrs. Clinton's
house to ask at what hour Toddy had
returned. He had not been home all
night and his grandmother was too
ill to be told of his absence. Mrs.
Bell, was much troubled—her
girls had not returned.
About 10 o'clock, Harry, Mr. Bell's
nephew, called me to the side porch
and told me he was very much alarmed
about Toddy Clinton. Harry went on
to explain that he had driven over to
the next village on an errand for his
aunt, and on his way back he had met
tose and Nancy. He told them to
Jump into the wagon and asked them
if they knew anything about Toddy.
At the question they both began to ery
and Nancy, missing
too,
and scream, “Ain't that chile got home
yet?” Between their crying and wail-
ing he made out that on the
l
iI had given
previous
afternoon, when Mrs. Be
them a holiday, they determined to go
on the river. Meither of the girls had
ever been in a small boat and knew
absolutely nothing about the manage-
to rew,
baby
“Well, welll”
wok Toddy and
night?
Those great women took that
interrupted }, “they
kept
That was very thoughtless of
him away all
them. Where is he now?”
“Oh,” replied Harry with tears in
his “] don't dare think.
When they started they had the tide
eyes, to
to steer. They got’ way past Hill Cliff,
‘way past Lone Island. Rose aays
Tod kept telling them it would be
harder to get back, but they couldn't
understand why it wouldn't be just as
easy one way as another; they didn’t
understand anything about the tide.
Finally they let him turn back,
with that heavy boat what could he do?
but
He managed, I can't see how. to get
them up to Lone Island. They began
to cry about staying there all night.
“They let him go? Where is he
now 7” I sobbed.
“That's just what I
answered Harey,
don’t know,”
tearfully. “Tod
never got overto Riverdale, 1 stopped
there on my way back. All the fisher.
men are in and none of them saw him
last night. It was very dark,
Was no moon, know. He may
have drifted goodness knows where,”
Harry made up a searching party,
some of the gentlemen boarders and
there
Jon
three fishermen from the village, eight
As they were starting off in
the boats 1 went over to the hotel and
telegraphed to the villages along the
river where there were stations, but
could get no tidings. There was no
merry-minking that day. The children
felt no inclination for play, we were
all too anxious for the men to come
home with Toddy., A very sad home.
coming it was, for they brought only
the mortal part of our dear little lad,
and told how way down the river,
eight miles past Lone Island, where he
had left the foolish frightened women,
they had found the boat Gelfting up-
side down, and they waited for the
tide to turn, rightly thinking it would
send in the little quiet body.
* The fishermen supposed that in the
in all,
had been carried out into broad waters
of the bay, where, in the darkness,
eome large vessel had run him down.
» Loving hands laid him tenderly in
his last earthly bed and covered it with
flowers. The poor old grandmother
never realized the sad story. It was
better so.
Myself had so loved the sunny-
hearted child, I begged to be allowed
to erect a head-stone,
now over the little
white slab surmounted
boat named The Dora.
of the stone
memory of the little Commodore,
child of Charles
and Dora Clinton, aged eight years.
He shall sleep, but not forever.”
Turkeys for the President,
From a time, almost, whereof the
and it stands
grave—a pure,
marble
the
“In
by a
On base
is written, loving
only
Nt.
Algernon John
memory of man runneth not to the
contrary, the turkey-raisers of South
Kingstown have bred and reared the
largest fowl of the season, to be sent
to the President of the United States,
to be served up for his Thanksgiving
dinner. The late Senator Henry B.
Anthony made it
select the turkey, the finest that con'd
be picked from the flocks of Rhode
Island, for the Chief Executive's feast,
the Senator's
the
private secretaries, the Viee-Presidents
their
During
not
public career,
only Presidents, but their
and private secretaries, and
nearly every Senator was also supplied
with South County birds about this
of the The Senator
always procured through the
agency of Fisk & Thompson's market,
corner College and South Main streets,
his to the portly
proprietor being that he wanted tur-
bat
The
supervision
Reason year.
them
favorite remark
keys ‘as fat as he was,
confounded Senator
this the
table fowls of the powers of govern-
not so
tough.”
exercised over
ment for a score of years.
When President in
office John M. Brennan performed the
The bird that Mr.
Cleveland received two years ago was
Cleveland was
same functions,
& corpulent beauty of exceedingly
large proportions and finely moulded,
with a skin ot tint. On
was the of the
“Thanks-
the purest
ane side
President,
monogram
surrounded by
giving, 1887." in a semi-circle, which
answered as a8 frame. On the other
side were the initials of the raiser and
This work was
hot
needles, and was an idea which origi.
of a So
Tr.
the
pric kit FA flesh w ith
uth Kings-
BCHOOI-Inarm. I'he lettering
I
legible
ii the BE
when obbler was
placed apon the President's table after
the White House
hef,
South
Kingstown i sentially a
of
CR8AryY requisites
Many
of
They are principally
but the
ughtered food
«# refused them, and they die with an
gious number
ng air and the prod
grasshoppers, two nee
fatmiRey,
make a sp
sf the farmers pecialty
on corn and buckwheat,
One of the largest and most success.
ful raisers in South Kingstown is Ii.
A. Whaley, of Wakefield. It was from
key was selected. The bird was packed
in a champagne basket, covered with
snow-white linen, and was expressed
to on
Thanksgiving Eve.—Providence Jour-
nal.
80 arrive in Washington
as
Besct By Partridges,
W. Tourttellott, of
E. Webster,
which either may have #pite
Three times this fall partridgos
londed with big volt pressure have
In two of the instances the
One of the birds in coming in to him
not only smashed and took along the
entire upper sash of the window but
broke the curtain fixture and tore it
from its roll, and then Mr. Tourttellott
after his heart had stopped thumping,
unrolled the curtain, which was in a
lump in the middle of the room, and
took out a fine cock partridge that
weighed a pound dead.
— I A
Maria Mayo’s 100 Sultors.
Maria Mayo, the leading belle of
Richmond, Va., had 100 suitors, and
refused 99 of them before
FEMININE RUSES TRANSPAREN™
TO EXPERIENCED CLERKS,
Marks That Mislead and Tales That Do
Not Deceive
“Yes, we find a good deal to amuse
us in our line of business,” said a dap
per shoe clerk to a Washington Sunday
Herald mau, even though our work
is sometimes pretty tough on us. As
in every other business, I suppose, it is
easier to suit men than women in
shoes, Naturally women take a good
deal of pride in their
| great difficulty we have is that they are
| afraid we will think that their feet are
large, and try to impress vou with the
fact that last year, or before they were
married, they always wore shees two
sizes smaller, I have sold shoes for
many years, but have vet to sel: a shoe
“A good me hod of marking shoes,
and one that has often proved a god-
send to the
French shoes sent to
Here is one of them now. Notice the
manner in which it is marked inside.”
The reporter saw a double mark, 2
{and 42, the first placed above the
| second.
“When this shoe is shown to a lady,”
| continued the salesman, “and tue gize
{ it is a number
| upper figure.
shoe by reading the
But the
below.
shoe,
| from the numbers
| means 8 number 4
{ mean a number § shoe, 2-22
{shoe is a number 2, and
i marked. Should a line be
neath the lower numbers, such as 2.32,
that signifies the
See?"
“ But I should think the size of the
| shoe itself would give the thing sway 7”
‘+ Not so: first, because a new shoe has
i
2-32 would
is willing and anxious to believe she
{does. Ladies with small
{ but will often insist on trying on a
| balf size or size smaller.
| “Ladies with large feet seldom
:
be must rely
{ with the eye.
upon measurements made
Sometimes these ladies
| they wish to buy a pair of shoes for a
| will probably know in that manner
what will be suitable; and isa or 6 1-
| 2 too small for the general run of ser-
vants' feet,
| fully and critically,
| and frequently |
| shoos at & cost of $7 or 8%.
i “It is queer, but the shoes sold
| Washington are smaller than in
other country, as any big man
urer oan tell vou. What in Norther
and Eastern cities are ne
| sizes are run in here for men’s.
sizes run from 4 1-2 to 6 1-2
| average.
“I have clerked in Eastern stores
where the average was from 7 to 11,
but have yet to sell a pa's of shoes in
| #ize above 10 in Washipgton.
the women here it is different. Their
| sizes run as high ss in the East, the
| average being from 3 to 5.”
| “Where are the largest men's shoes
mm
noting the
sold bays’
These
on av
“Throughout the West.
| enormous,”
Another clerk who had been
| had large feet, replied that it unques-
tionably was. The average sizes worn
He also stated
{ same as in ¢ hicago.
Hushand 110, Wife 102,
| A Mission Indian known to be over
| 110 years old, and who came to San
Diego across the plains as one of Gen.
| old age. Father Ubach, the resident
charity, living with his
The wife is still
alive, aged 102,
He had lived with his wife in a wig-
wam with a few other Indians, Among
them is an old man estimated to be
from 125 to 150 years of age, who can
frequently be scen walking about
town. Two children were born to
Juan and his wife.~—San Francisco
Chronicle.
The BetterWay.
When the three grown-up boys of
George Zadock, a New Jersey farmer
of 65, protested against his taking a
third wife, he turned to and licked
them off the farm to prove that he was
a better man than at 45. It was an
utgument which silenced all opposi-
AON,
asm————;
FOOD FOR THCUGHT
There is a good deal of preaching Ina
smile,
> Muskats in the stack never kill any-
dy.
Felfish men do not make good hus-
bands,
To be patient is better than to bs fae
IBOUs,
Pity is seif-evolved; enthusiasm is con
tagious.
The man who lives fast will be apt to
dle quick.
Appreciation and originality are near
relations,
The quivering Lp 1s the spasm of un
shed tears,
Flatiery is the praise which we hear
of other people.
Bad seed 1s sure to flourish the best in
good soil,
To the wise every experience in life
is serviceable,
People without hope are of no service
in any cause,
Doing god 1s a beiter occupation
than digging gold.
The rich: st man is the one who does
most for o here,
Love gives all things when it has all
power behind it,
A mule isnot as big asa horse, but
he can kick harder,
To day 1s the time to do; to-morrow
is the fool’s seed t me,
It takes life and effort to go up stream,
A log can float down,
All vices are expensive,
ing is never profitable
The man who is always looking for
mud geseral'y finds it,
No man knows how to live until he
has Jearved how to die.
It never gets so dark but that you
cau see the sky somewhere,
he highest tree is the one that the
winds fight the hardest,
That day is a failure in which you have
not tried to make somebody happy.
The more people know, the less they
brag about it,
Self-conceit 1s one of the first gods that
men wo ship.
1f ali flowers were alike the bouquet
market would be du L
We can not choose our duties, but we
can resolve to do them.
No man can look at the stars without
wanting to live forever.
It would be a calamity to have flowers
nd grass change places.
There 1s hope for the man who is cone
scious of his own faults,
Three-fourths of total depravity crops
out in out-and-out laziness,
Men cure least for honor when most
in peed of bread and butter,
If men had made the world, how the
man in the moon would grin.
If you can’t do what you like to do,
try to like the work you have to do.
It is agood deal easier to be contented
without riches then it is with them.
There is more power in a so't answei
than there 1s in a ton of gunpowder,
One of the tests of a fine nature isthe
eff ct joys and sorrows have upon it.
If the earth was covered with flowers
a’l the year rounl the bees would get
lazy.
Love and hope always live together,
Kill hope and love will bring it to
ile again,
It is the incredulous who are most cre-
dulous. Doubt is the fruitful pareat of
belief,
One of the sweetest things fu the fame
fly is to see children heiping one ane
other,
Indulgence is like the self-devouring
rocket; bu! cheerfulness is like the starry
| heavens,
If you want to bave the power to
mould olber men, learn to control the
man who wears your hat,
Despair 1s ine:plent ruin, The first id
dependent upon ourselves, the latter is
ils sequence,
There is plenty of post-mortem wit;
even stupldity becomes wise when the
opportunity is past.
Some people's lives are like warm
water on a hot day; nice to look at, buj
one taste is esoagh.
There is no such thing as being taken
on probation 10 real life, A man must
weigh all he claim to or go down,
Thought in marble, stands the wear
and tear of time for a long while, but
thought in spring poetry 18 not so fortus
pate,
Weare the sculptors of our individual
fortunes; exigencies which we ascribe
to fat: are oftenest our own left-handed
work,
Much good can be accomplished ina
tide time, The repartee you think of,
fifteen minutes too late, might have
cost you a friend.
Some geniuses wiite poems in marble,
and we call then sculp. ors; some write
their verses on parchmen’, and we call
them laursates,
No man ever gels to ths top any-
whers without first going through fires
hot enough to show that he has good
metal in him,
We call 8 person honest, Has he
been tried? Temptation is the true touch
stone. Base mstal may pass for gold
until some day it is tested and the solid
discovers the alloy,
There are two sorts of courage; one
is moral the other is physical. The
first is oulgrowih of conse
latter of brute foros,
A Man Who Wears Petticoats,
Engineer Flanders gives the follow.
ing description in the Atlanta Consti-
tution of a strange sight in Macon :
“I. was a man somewhat above the
ordinary height with a long, snow-
white beard and a pair of white mous-
taches that nearly completed the cover-
ing of his face. He wore 8 woman's
old-fashioned fly bonnet, which flop-
ped over his face and concenled his
head, giving him the appearance of one
those pictures of patriarchs that you
tee in Sunday- school books,
“He had on a calico frock that
reached to his ankles, cut in the old-
fashioned body and skirt style, which
made him look still more like a patri-
seal, The strings of his apron hung
dowr. behind, just like those of a
ountrywoman in her every-day dress
of twenty years ago. As he came
striding down the street, the legs of
his heavy boots exposed at every stride,
he was about the greenest specimen of
humanity I ever struck, There was a
mob at his heels and everybody stared
«His name is Roberts, and he was
oro and still lives in Jones County
He has worn female attire since he sas
10 years old, as I was informed. He
interfere
He hed been off somewhere
and was returaing to his home when
be passed through East Macon *
-—— ;
Conquered Himself,
“So you wish to learn Christian sci-
— cn —— o——
Wrong do-
“Yes sir. What are your terms?”
“‘Five dollars for three lessons.”
“All right, I'll take the first lesson
The teacher than began to lay down
“You
must first learn ” said he, “ to conquor
“All right,” the pupil answered.
“You must exterminate every hn-
ody.”
“All right” the student agreed
“Well,” the teacher one day remark-
“All right; much obliged.”
““ But have you not forgotton some.
“No, reckon not.”
“ Yes you have forgotten to pay me
“Oh, you see, I had a strong desire
to pay you —a very strong desire of the
flesh, as it were, but have succeeded in
conquering all that sort of thing.”
Arkansaw Traveler,
———————tr——
Penny Walk,
Some time when you are in the state
of mind that wants the amusement that
opie
like a poultice or a pudding-batter
with the mud, if such a time ever is to
want take the kind of
io new
!
has called a “penny walk.” To take a
“penny walk” you toss a copper be-
fore you start, to know whether yon
If you toss
if tails, take
At the first crossing give the
more
directs. At every crossing turn as
the copper tells you. You will be led
into strange quarters sometimes on the
responsibility of th®™%uttie guide, and
will see strange sights, and hear mora
wonderful things in an hour, if you
haven't left your wits and your senses
at home, then will occur to you in
weeks of your routine experience.
pe ———————
The Court Was With Him.
A young lawyer was making his
maiden effort before a jury in defense
of a criminal. The evidence was all
in, end he arose to utter the brilliant
thoughts that had been s1® zing through
his brain. He was primed for a fine
display of oratorical pyrotechnics, but, |
somehow or other he could not get a
start. His mind became a blank and
he stood trembling for a mom nt.
Then waving his arms he bwran:
‘May it please the Court and gentle-
men of the jury—My—ahem! My
Officer, kindly get me a drink of
water.”
He waited for the attendant to return
and tried to gather his faculties.
After taking a sip of water he began
again: “May it please the Court and
gentlemen of the jury, I am happy--
a
Atter a panse he again extended
nis arm and exclaimed: «May it pleasd
the Court and gentlemen of the jury
My unfortunate client."
This impressed him as a particularly
oad opening, #0 he again hesitated.
“Go on, counsellor,” said the Judge,
encouragingly, “so far I am with you.”
=~Chicago News.
During the first five months of this
year, the railroads show an increase in