A BEDTIME SONG.
Dh, sing a song for bedtime, when wee ones
at my knee
Thelr little prayers lisp over, and kiss goods
night to me.
Then mother takes her darlings and cuddles
them away
Sn soft, warmi beds to slumber and dream
till peep 0’ day.
Oh, take this kiss t» dream of
With all things sweet and fair,
May angels guard thy slumber—
God have thee in His care.
Oh, sing a song for bedtime. The nest upon
the bough
Is rocking in the night-wind, and little birdies
now
Are dreaming as they cuddle against their
mother’s breast,
Oh, go to sleep as they do, my nestlings, in
thy nest.
Ob, take this kiss to dream of
With all things sweet and falr,
May angels guard thy slumber
God have thee in His care.
Oh, sing a song for bedtime. I hear far off
and sweet,
Sounds of bells in Sleep-land, where dream
elve's dainty feet
Are marking off the measures of moments as
they go.
Oh, listen, darlings, listen—how sweet it is,
and low.
Oh, take this kiss to dream of
With all things sweet and fair,
May angels guard thy slumber—
God have thee in His care.
Oh, sing a song for bedtime. The wee ones
are asleep.
I bend above their slumber and pray that
God will keep
Thelr white souls stainless ever, and help me
guide their feet
Into the pleasant pathways where truth and
honor meet.
Take mother’s kiss to dream of,
With all things sweet and fair,
May angels guard thy slumber—
God have thee in His care.
THE DEADWOOD STAGE.
The Wild West show have among
their properties an old stage, an un-
comforable looking vehicle, yet it was
to just such stages that travelers a few
years ago were obliged to trtist them-
selves when moving from one point
of the far western country to another,
It was just such a stage that ran be-
tween Denver and Deadwood City,
and which Captain Jim Huxtable and
his men were in the habit of halting
and robbing whenever they felt the
need of money. Even the hardy pros-
pectors accustomed to taking big
chances in their lives hesitated before
undertaking the journey to Deadwood,
was almost unheard of.
a the time when Captain Jim Hux-
table was at the very height of his
evil reputation, when scarcely a stage
got through the mountains without at
least a desperate struggle with the
road agents, an old lady presented her-
self at the ofifce of the Deadwood
Stage company, in Denver and desired
to engage a seat for thenext day. The
clerk opened his eyes with astonish.
ment at the old lady's temerity, and
ventured to ask if she knew what
she was undertaking. Very well the
old lady knew, and she had no idea of
being pursuaded from her purpose.
Her son, she said, was out there in
Deadwood City. She had not seen
him for ten years, and now that she
had come all the way from Georgia to
take him by surprise, nothing short of
death should stop her on the road.
The next day when the stage started
for Deadwood the old lady was in her
place. There were only three other
passengers—two stalwart pioneers
with all their worldly goods tied up in
their blankets and a gentlemanly-look-
ing man in black who sat directly op-
posite the old lady. At first the three
men looked on their fellow-passenger
of the opposite sex with evident doubt.
To travel over a rough country full of
dangers with a timid woman who
might throw herself on their protection
at the first symprom of anything unus-
asl was far from an alluring prospect.
At the end of the first day's travel,
however, all such fears were dispelled
by the conduct of the old lady. Fully
able to take care of herself, undaunted
by the discomforts of stage travel, and
willing to take an interest in everything,
she soon proved herself a pleasant
companion and anything but a burden,
The two prospectors and the lady
were on intimate terms of friendship
by the middie of the second day. The
gentlemanly looking man in black, on
the other hand, maintained a stoical
reserve. When questioned on any
subject he answered but never joined
in the conversation, and if he listened
to what was said he had no appearance
of doing so. Most of his time was
passed sunk back in the corner of the
stage, with his eyes closed, apparently
asleep. When the foot hills
were reached and the dangerous part
of the journey was about to
begin, the conversation naturally
WERE ut
northern part of @elorado, here for s
time he was lost sight of, and then
again had made his appearance on this
occasion in the vicinity of Deadwood
only more terrible than before, be-
sanse he had with him a companion as
reckless of all danger aud as willing to
take human life as himself, They told
of incidents when these two had halted
a stage load of men, and while one
of them kept the passengers and guards
quiet at the point of his rifle the other
had deliberately cut the mail bags, ex-
tracted their contents and robbed the
terrified passengers of everything val-
uable they had about them. Gradu-
ally other outlaws had gathered round
their standard until they were the
leaders of as dangerous a band as ever
terrorized a country. The prospectors
ner was only known as Captain Sid;
ing his companions call him s0 when a
robbery was in progress.
tures of both men were unknown,
they invariably wore handkerchiefs
over their faces when ‘holding up” a
stage. The man in black paid little
attention to these stories, and, save for
an impatient movement occasionally
when some other anecdoy was told
he appeared not to notice what was be-
ing said. Once or twice he muttered
something about the folly of frighten-
ing an old woman to death without
cause, but these were his only remarks.
His solicitude for the old lady was
quite unnecessary. No idea of danger
seemed to disturb her placidity, and
when told of the most blood curdling
deeds perpetrated by the road agents,
she invariably expressed her feelings
by the pious wish that the Lord might
forgive such wicked men. On other
subjects, however, she was more talk-
ative, and her well-beloved son was a
topic she never wearied of. As the
stage was crawling up the lofty moun-
tain side she told her fellow travelers
about her boy. He had been a little
wild in the far-away home
south she admitted, and when people
began to look at him askance he had
decided to go out west, where no nar-
row prejudices would restrict him, and
make a fortune for himself. For months
indifferent success. His
letters came more rarely and told of
disappointed hopes. Then they ceased
altogether. The lady told how
her agony grew to be almost
greater than she could bear. Then
came a letter which changed every-
thing. Her son had met 8 friend—the
best man, the old lady asserted, that
ever lived, and he had lent her boy a
helping hand and since then he had
been successful and every month he
sent his old mother money, until she
had been able to save enough to come
and take him by surpise. It was to thank
this machless friend that the old lady had
come west, as well as to see her boy.
Then she told of the two men’s meet-
ing as it had been related to her in
letters from her boy. Her son had
been employed near Leadville in a
mine. He was discharged, and deter-
mined to go prospecting through the
mountains by himself. His usual bad
luck followed him. His providons
gave out, and then for days he wan-
dered about bruising his shoeless feet
against the sharp rocks of the moun
tains, and only kept alive by the few
berries he found in his way ; finally he
lay down to die—too weak to move
further and utterly hopeless of any
help reaching him. Gradually his
senses left him and he became unoon-
scious, When he came to himself the
face of a stranger was leaning over
him, a hand was holding a flask to his
swollen lips and a friendly voice was
telling him to drink. The letters
spoke of the stranger as Jim, and it
was on this Jim that the strongest
feelings of gratitude were lavished by
the mother miles away. He not only
saved her boy’s life but he cared for
him when he got well, took him into
partnership and enabled him to satisfy
his ambitions. The old lady had
never even heard the man’s last name,
but next to her boy she said she loved
Jim best of all the world and was anx-
jous to get to Deadwood to tell him
80. When this good mother had fin
ished her story she found the eyes of
the gentlemanly looking man fixed on
her with an almost terrified expression,
When he saw, however, that he was
observed he restrained himself and
sank back into his corner in the same
old listless attitude,
That night the stage with its fom
passengers reached the very heart of
the mountains, But a change had ap-
parently come over the travelers. For
the first time the old lady and the two
prospectors slept peacefully, and the
gentlemanly man in black gazed eager-
ly into the dark night from the window
st his side. Suddenly a number of
figures sprang into the road, a voloe
in
he had met
a § BAGBY
the driver and through the windows of
the stage. For a moment the traveler
ing the door open by which he sat, he
sprang into the road, and before a
shot could be fired at him
rang out every
“Stop!” he cried, “its me! It's Cap-
tain Jim!” Fora he
by the side of the stage surveving the
masked men who, at the first sound of
his
above other sound,
moment stood
his voice, had lowered their weapons.
His finally
taller than the rest, standing near the
In
words he ordered the two prospectors
who had been his fellow travelers to
alight. When they had obeyed, Cap-
tain Jim strode to the figure he had
singled out, and seizing him by the
arm dragged him to the stage door.
{ Then he tore the handkerchief from
his struggling companion’s face, lifted
him bodily into the stage, saying as he
did so: «Damn you, Sid, get in there
and hug your old mother.”
! As Captain Jim led his men and the
two prospectors away from the stage,
the lady's voice from inside followed
them, crying: “My boy! my boy!
| thank God!”
| i —————————
Heathen Gods in Her Ears.
A physician of my acquaintance was
called in recent! to see an old lady
‘who resides in her own house in the
Third ward, says the Brooklyn Citizen.
It was his first call, and he had never
{ seen the lady before. She lay on a
| couch, neatly attired, with her gray
hair in a cluster of small curls at each
| gide of her head.
“Doctor,” she said, «I have sent to
| consult you on a very serious matter.
| I have for a long time suffered from
| pains in the head, and have consulted
| many physicians without receiving any
| benefit, Yesterday 1
| swallowed a fishbone, and while cough-
eyes rested on a figure
horses’ heads, 8 few peremptory
accidentally
| ing it up felt a singular sensation in
{my left ear. I put up my hand and
| drew this from my ear.”
She extended toward the doctor a
| small leaden statue of Napoleon, such
| a8 used to be sold on the streets years
| ago in a little glass bottle.
“You drew this from your ear?
| asked the doctor.
| “Yes, doctor, I did,” was the reply,
| “and I have been much easier ever
since.”
| The doctor examined her ear and
found it perfectly natural. He didn't
| know what to say, but he thought a
| good deal.
“] want you to do something for
! me,” she continued, “for I am satisfied
| that there is another heathen god like
| this in the other ear—for it is a heath.
{en god, I have no doubt.”
| “How do you suppose it got there
| the doctor asked.
“] think Ezekiel or one of the minn
| prophets must have put two of these
heathen gods in my ears when [ was a
child. Now, doctor, I want you to
{ prescribe something to bring out the
| heathen god from the right ear.”
‘‘Swallow another flshbone,” sala
the doctor, as he left the room in high
{udgeon.
i —————
Using Heavier Ralls,
Most railroads in this country wen
renewing their rails order heavier
ones than bave previously been used
on their tracks. A better road bed and
heavier rails are required for increas-
|ing traffic, heavier locomotives snd
| greap® speed. A short time ago the
| standard weight of rails was fifty-six
pounds per yard, requiring eighty-
eight tons per mile of single track. As
a sixty-five pond rail takes a little over
one hundred tons per mile of single
track, although only nine pounds
per yard heavier than a fifty-six pound
rail, it is easy to see that the tonnage
of rails manufactured during the year
is steadily increasing to an enormous
axtent.
AIA hsm,
Those Good Old-Fashioned Folks,
Mmahow thapeople of today Sins ws they
Many Tate In pretty sure they're not the
\od yh ervire many Just as good as those
used to know
Wo ushi 0 ~~ fake a man exactly as be
Btn s safe to take him just the other
T3dous my heart Just lots of good t meet once
Some of those old-fashioned folks 80 near
7 hing faa
1 wouldn't say the world in honesty is slipping
I christians hunting grace
| ES Sa day ae Jo the
to differ from the ones 1
me quite as well as these }
honest and thelr
people now, so nearly
than we used to be, we may
~ 4 rp ™ Al “
DEATH AT NIAGARA.
BOME SENSATIONAL SUICIDES OF
FORMER DAYS RECALLED,
| William Claridge and His Wife Leapod
the Falls Together.
SS —-
One of the earliest of the many cascs
of suicide at Niagara, and one of the
most mysterious as well, says a Phila-
delphia Times correspondent, was that
of a handsome lady and gentleman who
leaped together over the American
Falls, from Prospect Point, in July,
1831. The facts are remembered by
' many of the old residents of the Falls
| to-day.
The man was a tall, handsome young
fellow, about twenty-five years of age,
elegantly dressed, and registered at one
of the hotels near the falls as William
Claridge. He told nothing of himself
to those who met him, except that he
came from St. Louis, his home, and
expected to meet his wife, a Spanish
lady, who had recently landed in New
York en route from Cuba.
One night the last passenger to alight
from one of the coaches was a beanti-
ful young woman whose complexion
plainly betokened Spanish blood.
Though plainly dressed, her faceand
general appearance gave every evidence
of culture and refinement. She no
sooner caught sight of the gentleman
than she rushed towards him and threw
herself into his arms, regardless of the
bystanders. BSBome who were present,
noticed that handsome Mr. Claridge
returned the beautiful lady's greeting
rather coldly, and that his face wore a
scowl, while the eyes of the dark Span-
ish beauty suddenly became dimmed
with tears,
them after
WAS
What passed between
the hotel
A servant heard loud and an-
mingled
pleadings
issuing from their apartment, but as
they spoke in Spanish the listener was
unable to recognize the purport of their
they reached never
known.
gry words in a man’s voice,
with feminine sobs and
conversation.
A short time afterwards they stroll.
out of the hotel arm in arm, and
Mr. Claridge informed the proprietor
ed
that they were going to obtain a view
of the falls They
never returned.
by moonlight.
About half an hour after, a pedes-
trian on the
figures of a man and woman leap over
the falls from Prospect Point, the
moon being at the full and rendering
all objects plainly visible. The bodies
were found two days after near the
whiripool. Nothing further concern-
ing them was ever learned,
In the sutumn of 1843 a gentleman
of commanding presence, handsomely
dressed sand with costly diamonds,
about forty-five years of age, came to
Niagara and registered at the principal
hotel. He wrote the name “Daniel
Webster” on the register, but all knew
that he wus not the illustrious states-
man of that day.
Two days after his arrival he crossed
the river to the Canadian side, walked
into the rapids above the Horse Shoe
Falls and was instantly swept over the
brink of the seething cataract. A few
days later his mangled remains were
found and an inquest held, which de-
veloped the fact that his name was
Vandegger, and that he was a resident
of Newton Centre, the most beautiful
of all the charming suburbs of Boston.
Six years previously he had fallen in
love with a very beautiful young lady,
who was employed as a cashier in one
of the aristocratic restaurants of the
Hub. Completely captivated by her
charming face and winning way, he
had married her, though she was a
number of years his junior. She was
established as mistress of a palatial home
at Newton. Her husband's wealth and
social position immediately secured for
her an entrance into the most select
society of Boston.
Five years passed, when disgrace
overtook the young wife. She was
arrested on a criminal charge, and a
Boston detective, a member of the
State Legislature and a clergyman tes-
tified that she had been a girl of noto-
riously bad character before her mare
riage. The detective testified that he
had arrested her for stealing a watch
and that she had served ten months in
the Canada side saw
without one word he left the court
room and no one in Boston ever saw
——
of their lives?”
That is a question that has been put
to every horseman of note in the coun-
try, but not one seems able to answer
it. fancier and
now and then a buver at the California
in the
come from |
that region, went down to Palo Allo
A gentleman, a horse
eales, being much interested
phenomenal trotters that
to see the famous Stanford
farm.
Talk about princes and princesses of
breeding |
cffete monarchies belng reared in vel-
vet and fed from gold spoons; the
| nearest approach to that in this great
republic is this equine principality at
Palo Alto.
forgotten their mothers comes the be-
As soon as the babies have
ing halter and a soft rubber bit kept in
the mouth for half an hour in the day
iis the A BC. Then comes the kinder-
| garten track to discover if any of them
have a natural gait. Half a dozen are
put into the sawdust circle at once. A
man stands in the middie with a long
whip, which he waves furiously, but
no little one is ever permitted to feel
its sting. All start around the ring,
first a coltish
some little pupil more promising than
others will strike a trot. Soon another
will the same. An apple or a
lump of sugar is the reward of merit.
| Usually before the class has finished
into canter, and then
do
all of them will be jogging about on a
trot. and
in a few weeks forty or fifty fillies,
Then a new batch 1s taken,
| and as many colts have gone through
the kindergarten course.
| every little one of either sex is handled
| and fondled. The colts and fillies are
relentlessly parted at weaning time,
Meantime
and never see each other again except
the
at a distance.
| sexes fs frowned upon at
of kittens.
lot
{ low one around like a
5 PBR YN WR, we
YE COLLEGE. GEADUATE.
Te ean give the laws of Solon,
He ean draw the flag of Colon,
He can write a Babyloulan 10 U4
He can make a writ in G
He ean draft a Turkish 6
Dut the English ~ommon law be sever knew
Prinan,
Fan
Rpanishy
¥
i%5he
Jie can write his thouzhis in
He can make 8 speech in Dar
And recite such Banserit as would turn your
brain;
The Muallakat Arable
He can sean in feet syllable;
Dut be couldn't tell old Bhakespeare from
Mark Twain.
He ean fathom all the mystery
Of old Ethiopie history ;
He can name one thousand
more or less;
He can mark the Roman bound’ries,
Ad describe the Aztec foundries;
Jut has never seep the “Statutes of U. 8.”
Norse kings
He can trace the radius vector,
With a geometric sector,
And can give the moon's diameter in feet;
He can snalyze the arum,
Classify the Coptic carum
jut bie cannot tell 8 cabbage from sa beet,
-W. A. Buxton,
WIT AND HUMOR.
Miss Belle (warningly)—Sally, they
used to tell me when I was a little girl
that if I didn’t let coffee alone it would
(who owes
didn’t
make me foolish, Sally
her one)—Well, why
| Lafe.
A Dartmouth graduate has written a
you 7
work on «The Probable Cause of Gla-~
ciation.” We didn’t suppose that was
If it wasn't cold
it be?—Lowell
8 matter of dispute.
weather, what could
Courier.
Charges of plagiarism still continue.
It hinted that
and hitherto unsuspected farmers crib
the of their
from nature's cereals. — Baltimore
is now the successful
stores corn magazines
American,
Charming widow—And what are
! If you stop in the paddock they in-
| stantly surround you like a Jot of
| chattering school girls, and begin to
| search your pockets with their velvety
Not
one is ever scolded or permitted to be
noses for a bit of fruit or sugar.
frightened in any way, nor is the whip
ever used exept as a badge of authority.
When the infant aristocracy is bridle-
trained and thoreughly tractable,
at 8 or 10 months, and from that to a
year old, comes the first
It
that by this time these youngsters are
to the full
grown horses. Their legs are strong,
their bodies well filled out, their necks
intelli
like satin,
All this is the result of the forcing pro-
On the Stanford farm the 2-
year-old colt looks like the well-ma-
tured horse of § in Illinois. At 11-2
years old begins their hard work on
the track. It is then that the most
promising are selected for a yearling
record.
A building is set apart for the ‘“kin-
dergarten,” a great canopy covering a
sawdust ring an eighth of a mile long.
This is when the little weanlings, six
and eight months old, are brought to
be taught their first paces.
Trainer Gallagher gave me the his-
tory of Sunol, and the life she led
there for two years is the life of all of
them. When Sunol was six months
old she was brought in with twenty
other fillies from the pastures in which
their mothers roamed. The weaning
process is quite easy. The youngsters
are put on steamed grain food at once.
In the morning a quart of steamed bar-
ley mixed with bran. In the evening
two quarts of ggound barley steamed
and moistened with lime water, is
about their daily diet. That is pretty
high food for a weanling. When I
was a boy on the old farm in Pennsyl.
vania it was a pretty lucky colt or filly
that ever saw anything but hay or
grass until it was two years old. Bat
at Palo Alto the babies are stuffed with
grain from the start. I was there in
July, and there was no green food to
speak of, with the exception of green
corn tops, of which the little ones had
three diets a week. Even then it was
chopped in asteam cutter and mixed
with bran.
IAI
Two of the seven ladies in wai
Margaret of are New York
who was
BAY
introduction
to harness, must be remembered
non-critical eve almost
plump, their eyes bright and
gent, and their coats shine
Cesa.
yon doing nowadays?’ He—4Oh,
out for
Charming
number
{| amusing myself; looking
And you?”
for
| number one.
widow—+ Looking «
ng
rut
two.” Life,
Miss Minor
“Fraulein Sprawler plays with a great
(after the concert)
deal of expression, but what do von
think of her technique?” Miss Green-
didn’t that she wore
one." America.
notice
ing]
New nurse, rocking the crib, sings:
Voice from
the crib: “Now, Panla, you might as
at first that I don’t
want to hear any of those old things.” -
Fliegende Blatter.
A Philadelphia base ball player has
been given a gold watch for stealing
bases, and another Philadelphian
has been given two years for stealing
seven dollars. Is justice a failure?—
Norristown Herald.
“Sleep, little one sleep.”
well understand
A Michigan fruit grower has a peach
that measures eleven inches in circum-
ference, but as he doesn’t show any
disposition to pass it around, it isn’t
likely to do the Somerville people any
good.~Somerville Journal.
Temperance Woman—<‘My friend,
if you don’t want whisky to get the
best of you, yon must get the best of
whisky.” Promising subject—«I do,
mum, when I can; but when a feller's
only got a nickel —"—Puck.
Masherby — “They tell me, Miss
Lacey, that you will dance with noe
body. Now, can’t I prevail upon you
to take the next waltz with me?” Miss
Lacey—<‘Why, certainly, I'm a woman
of my word, you know.”—Grip.
A Birmingham man has patented an
umbrella that is transparent. What he
needs to do now is patent a borrower
of umbrellas whom the owner can see
through before lending. This would
save many an umbrella to the unsus-
pecting lender.~New York Commer
cial Advertiser.
Family physician Nothing will de
your daughter any good unless she
controls her appetite for sweets and
rich dishes. She must live on the
plainest food, and very little of it, for
months. Mother—~Very well, I'll send
her to the boarding school I used to
attend .—New York Weekly.
“Why do you doubt my wora,
Clara, when I tell you that I have eyes
for no other woman but yourself!
Why cannot you trust me? “George,”
replied the damsel, and her voice was
[