WIP ower . ww HER ANSWER. hey sat iv tha twilight dim and still — ATTY and Lulle and Uncle Will Jader the sweep of the vines that made A Sezper shadew within the shade. Jom the marshy meadowland below Ihe croak of a frog rose hoarse and alow, ore the Tiver.shatlows lay shimmering wan, f.lke a mirror the breath has blown upon, Put the sky-plaine' vast and vacant gloom, Budded with light, as the earth with bloom, And out of the shadow, star on Star Gleamed into the purple fields afar. Till over the ridge of the hemlock wood The great white moon on a sudden stood, And the stars that had twinkled, one by one, Went out like tapers belore the sun, Just then a step on the stillness broke, As mamma's voice from the doorway spoke: “Larry and Lule! tim» to sleep! Come to your pillow, litte Bo-Feep!” Pown cut of Dreamland Unele Will Brou nt back his gaze from the moon-crowned til “My little maid,” with a smile, sald he To the child that nestled against his knee, “My little Lulic, you seem so wise With that steady look in your lifted eves, Can you tell me, now, how it comes about That the Stars go In when the moon comes out? But the little maid, with a calm disdain Of the folly that lurks in a grown-up brain, Of course | can tell you that," she said, “For the moon is their mother, and sends them to bed!” ~KATE PUTNAM 08000D, in Wide Awake. “THAT DREADFUL, OF READFUL CHILD.” A THANKSGIVING RTORY BY GRACE BUNN. The ‘golden spoon, "used on all oeea- gions by the odious braggart, Bounder- ly, to point a moral or adorn a tale, was no fiction in the case of little Elsie Von Vielgeld. Iiokw Miss Kilmansegg, she had been Of what was the ehild thinking, lying in ber silken perfumed nest? fe was having her edd thenghts of (Sir. Goldenkalb and her great snut Elsie. ‘Did aunt Elsie, whose black | eyes were closed by grave-dust yours | ago, ever get tired, us she so often did, and wish for some niee boys and girls | to play with, such as she saw in tke country once, who played tag and made delicious mnd-pies? And were all of her brothers and sisters grown up avd’ white and tall like her own? And did she ever have a nice, faith-| ful Bridget O'Skannon te go to fer comfori?’ Then she wondered if Mr, Goldenkalb was happy. He was very | rich, ao rich, Sister Gracilia said, papa's | fow millions were nothing in ecom- parison, “J wonder whether he dees good with his money,” thought Elsie. “Bridget says money thet mever does any good will in time, like the fairy gold, turn’ to withered leaves.” The entrance of the maid, and the | bath and breakfast that fellowed, dar- | ing which the bells in the churches’ were ringing for service, turned the! current of Blsie's thoughts, and she asked so many questions about Thanks- giving Day and the whys and the wherefores of church service and home- feasting that Da Harry, the maid, com- really believed ‘‘Mias Elsie would be | the means ot shortening her brief term of existence.” that soft, creamy complexion. Bridget O'Shannon used Jto declare that Miss Elsie's heart was made of “gold entirely;” not that of papa Viel- geld’s money-bags, but the brighter gold of the New Jerusalem. Of course, Bridget was only an ignorant servant. Elsie’s brother {air and stately to majesty, At the of creation, Dame Na'ure to been almost out of coloring matter, and to have had serious thoughts of pre- senting t of her hand to her sister Art, for adornnm nt of her white and silent gal- leries; bint she afterward relented, and giving them eves of the faintest blue, hair of to palest gold, and cheeks and lips tinted with the r reflection of an Arctic Aurora, she breathed into their cold, white ears the thoughts of the fal en Archangel Lucifer, them into the werld as bei and sisters were all their have time 3 BES 18 and sent living human ngs jut they were st and looked on this world abont the m, felt for rows astheeyesand the h alone can look and fee 1 h wnkagiving Prince Von V all the WeRry ates ; and felt for its arts of statues r, and Amer- 3 3.3 degided 1 har ely ADADKBLIVI Was near he was an have a very qui dinner in honor « friend, who had lately come from the Orient, where be had amassed fabulous wealth, to bs patriotically expended in the land of his nativity. All the family were in doing great honors to this beloved 6 sure, lor ince, he has fo be sure, long since, he had » ne I< one guest, lurid fires of debasing what did the furmace a heavily gilded calf w all the people fell down and ped. Madame Von Vielgeld satin ber blue and silver boudoir surrounded by her three daughters, Rosingluhn, Lil- ienbluhn and Graeilia. heir usually Placid faces were—not distarbed —but ess serene than usual, “This wish of papa’s,” said Rosin- gluhn, her pearly hands lying motion- less upon her silken lap of pale gold, ‘4s very odd. Why should he insist on the presence of Elsie at the Thanks- giving dinner? He has never expressed such a wish before.” Isie,” said Madame said to resemble a s enother Elsie Von Viel r. Goldenkalb, our dear friend, once v and admired, and wr this your papa insists that our El We must make the pleasures; but h a 13 i Vi great i8ie al. 3 geld, whom § 1 ¥ is 3 & iv £51 3 ery diam i ni eemed to t wiukie i Ifish darkness,” lenbliuhn, the snowiest of all her 1 4 fm LINages, nnk mile, “*will be a fine : and as she brought with the fruits and nuts we ruay If she wonld in 8 fir to our fairn in only escape any great evil. not say any of those dreadful things she is always saying. If Elsie cares for any ove next to papa, it is you, Gra cilia,” to her youngest sister. “Can- not yon have some influence with her?’ 7 885 is this fair group of sisters and brothers, the more decided blneand rose and gold of her beauty, witnessed. “Of course,” she said, “I will do my utmost, of her golden brows, ‘do not expect too much from my eflorts, Elsie is not at all like ns. She is a changeling, mamma dear. Your nurse must have been faithless,” and she smiled gaily at that lady who langmidly rose, as if to end the conference, Elsie was lying in bed, but not asleep, for her great black eyes were wideopen and fixed on nothing. Strange, too; for wherever their glances might fall, the most exquisite loveliness rewarded them, "The silken onrtains of her bed of the hue of the heart of a Jacquemenot rose, trimmed with lace that seemed woven dew, were held back by hands of gold, on the index finger of which flashed a great burning ruby; the soft rugs on the lustrous floor were beds of crimson roses entangled in sanshine; the ceiling s blushing Aurora in the midst of a storm of roses, The exquisite carved work of the furniture, the groups of Gloauiin statuary, the glow of besuti- ul pe. Ty the t hues everywhere of orimson and gold, made 4 “Her odd questions make me some father confessor | about to administer the last sacrament. is & dreadfal child,” added the | persecuted one, ‘No more like the | others than a bee is like an eagle.” When this “dreadful child” was for dinner in silk of woven | threads of gold, with belt and. clasp and npecklace the same procious metal, her black hair bound by a rib bon of gold, and her slender feet en cased in golden slippers, she looked | like an embodied sunbeam, or a human | soul clothed in a flash of light. Just then of in a 'mid the of pearls and the blue flame of sapphires, entered the room. “0, how sweet!” cried Elsie, clasp- ing her brown hands in genuine admira- tion. ‘“‘Bister Gracilia, you look like a bit of the sky floated down with its fleecy white clouds and sunbeams.” Graocilis was pleased with this compli- ment from her odd, little mister, who never said a word she did not mean, and smiling pleasantly, she drew the child to herself, and said: “And you look like a bit of the sun, little sister, a veritable ‘Gold Elsie. Now,” she continned persuasively, “will you not sot to-day as prettily as | You look pretty ” | Eisie opened her eves very wide her sister Gracilia, and Th course 1 Oily s io. : “Yes?” questioned Gracilia, you 1 not ask questions make any astounding remarks?" Another silence with wide eves, and | i i riever do n she said easily shall act prettily, ““{ I “and | wii awinl nor those iut Elsie, don’t talk st the table or in the drawing-room of Angels and Heaven and Bridget O'Shann nd her blind boy, and all that rt of things,’ said Gracilia, quite exhausted with so much mental effort. Another silence and then th said “Do you eall Sister Gracilia, 1 thought good things.” Elsie,” said the fair elder sister, rising with a deeper rose in her cheek | than when she entered, ‘‘they are good themselves, that is, Angéls and | Heaven—but they should not be talked about at all times and in all places” and she left the room, but not without hearing that dreadful child say, “I thought, sister, good things, good things were for all times and i laces.” Well, the Thanksgiving di fair to be a brilliant could it be otherwise t and the paking er 33) i oe child those things awlul, they were real ail ner bade i 800 wher Urnent had iRiDA ied of Massy Florid of ¢ fia Desert of Sahara contributions, It was strictly a family affair, and with the exception of Judge Allwright aud Col. Hardt, old iriends of the be- loved and distinguished guest, only the family sat at the table flashing with its wealth of erystal and gold. Entering the stately dining room | sia and Yards gr gi : 1 th i loll farm orange | vos of alifor had land where it was “Always Afternoon,” for it seemed upholstered and draped sunshine, Fancy Benjamin Franklin, with his roll of ginger-bread dining room of a sum ple American cite But when the heavy silken por- of the American sage, it was little El- sie who glided in on golden tip-toe and slipped into a seat between paps and Mr. Goldenkalb as quietly and as brightly as a sunbeam, “This is my little Elsie, Mr. Golden- kalb. Do you see any resemblance?” said papa. ‘Elsie, this gentleman used to know your great aunut Elsie when she was a little girl hike you.” Elsie looked up from her grapes with a smile, all pearl and scarlet, but it soon died away and she began to exam- tne him very solemuly. His face was yel- low and withered, bis eyes were small and glittering, and he did not look happy. «The little ripple caused by the entrance of the ohild soon subsided and conversation began anew. The hon- ored guest was telling of an elephant hunt, and all were giving him the clos. est, most adonng attention, when Elsie said, her great eyes opened fall upon his face: “Do suppose the angels are at r Ro dinner now?” “The what my dear?” asked the golden guest “The angels,” with emphasis. ‘You know they have Thanksgiving every day, and the lLiord Christ site at the head of the table. Now,” with an eager smile, “What do you suppose they talk abont?"” ‘Indeed, my child, I cannot tell,” said the great man with a helpless look, —for i he had the reputation of be ng a fluent linguist, this was an en- tirely new tongue to him. “Well,” with rapid utterance, ‘the angel's talk of the many things they see on earth and ask tee Lord's adrvi e. You see they are always doing good, and they can mever thank the Lord enough for giving them a chance. Prebably,"” with a little mir of perplex- ity, ‘‘the angels are talking about our Thanksgiving dinner now. I wonder how they like it?" Just then a gorgeous waiter placed before Fisie a golden server heaped with fruits and flowers, sent with the love of sister UGracilia, Elsie looked over with a nol of thanks. Then her brother, Rodwi k, began, with unusual animation, to talk of a coming masquer- ade, in which his part of the table was deeply interested, and the host secured the attention of his immediate neigh- bors to a projected railroad scheme, and for a time Elsie, with those foreigners, the angels, and that unknown country, Heaven, was forgotten, Presently the cold, blue eyes of Col. Hardt were looking straight into the bright black eyes of Elsie, who said in iat mast be heard “Don't you think it isawfully wicked to turn a poor, old horse die, after he has been a faithful servant all his life?" Col. Hardt's conscience sn flung a blood-red Hag int i { I he Femme mnnerey J AAs Ove wi out to idenly © Mili that he to ret WAY. “Don’t you think it mesn and 1?" persisted Elsie “Yes, " he condemnation thing. “You wouldn't do snch a thing, wonld Her WAS M0 10 his employ © : 1 sald Sell 18 solemnly, always a solemn **No,"” he said, with a change of tense, most profitable to the old and faithful employe, **I will not.” I'he signal was given to rise from the In deference to the honored and invalid guest, there was no linger the wine, Mr. Else's hand and led her intothe drawing room. Judge Allwright, with a interest in his fine, joined them. Elsie smiled very sweetly at this gen tleman and then entered into 3 frank talk with She told of Bridget O'Shannon boy, and all Judge promised t r the table. ing at Goldenkalb took , 1 i 4 100K x! thoughtful both. and b wha sunshine good school | Mr. Go'dend not unheard and strang snoe and i perfame pple phere of the Dd drawing -ro The subject of pleasure-getting nonay somehow dropped nd reminiscences of the 3 and aspirations and these the elders brought inman feelings even to f the stately sons hearts of ars of the House of Von seemed to ri i I maxing 10us ITT s in: “ in; Kim + 3 n of 1 k the marble and : Viel. this was a wondrous Thanksgiv- whose suoshine brightened the after life of not Bridget O'Shannon nd her blind son alone, but nany of hom we always have with ns And as for the honored gmest, like the insane King of the East, a nnder the sweet heaven, and amid the me of childhood, took away evar the heart of a beast and gave the heart of a man He still has his worshij npers: | pers; 10% 3 life Je. ra for- , Aas heret of the 1 but the er and he iterviews in r se , if ars sat 12 And blessing and blessed, he will sinning paths all the reat of ir a little chuld shall lead him. ’ oxy, Kansas, God Cave the Baby. A lady walking along a street came upon a little girl wheeling a baby car. riage “What a boaatiful baby!” exclaimed the lady as she discovered a pink fac done up in sa cream-colored shawl “*Mine,"” the little girl answered. “Oh, you mean that it is your little brother or sister?” “No, 1 mean that he is not my brother, but is mine—my child.” : “You are a very young mother," “I ain't no mother.” “fhen why shonld you say that the baby is yours?” the lady mischievously asked. “Cause God sent 1t to me. My mamma asked me if 1 dido't want a little baby in the house, an’ I said ves, an’ she said if I prayed for one God would send it, an’ then I said I would pray for a little sister, ‘cause I like irls better than boys, but mamma said 3 jot better pray for any kind that God has a mind to send, but I didn't; I prayed for a little girl, but God took an’ sent a boy any way, an’ I guess t was becanse be didn’t have any girls on hand. Then I said I would pray to God to send a girl as soon as he could, but our folks said that I needn't put myself to any trouble on that account.” a ——— Amelie Likes Paris. Amelie Rives-Chanler has grown fond of Paris. She writes to a friend: “There is 80 mach going on sontinu- ously that life has an ever-changin interest. Each evening finds us ami some new enjoyment, and what with keeping our eyes, ears, hands and mouths ever busy with all sorts of things, this is an idea! life we CONFEDERATE = MONEY IN GREAT DEMAND BY PEOPLE EXPECTING ROAD AGENTS, One Way To Beat the Western Highway Robber, “Ilow much do you want for them?” cents 8! "1 ia “Assorted denominations, per thousand; special issues, to 81.50 per thousand. “Well, make me up three packages of $1000) each, assorted denominations. Got any old State banks?” “Yes; what kind wotild you want?” “Oh, I'm not particular. If you've got any with a greasy look or a shade of green about them they'll do. T would want about five hnndred ‘fives or tens.’ This conversation took place in Broad heard, unwittingly, of CONrse, by Sunday A reporter for the Charleston News. front of broker's offi ©, in the w indow of w hieh The purchaser stood in was displaved an enticing as r irtment of gold dollars and sovere il ‘ I a dollars, Mexicanand A iged certifi © Mins, zit eg late bonds, county band securities, and a large bundle bills. federate Wore dire for which, { may Here is quite A market in and probably in other citie 5 al time, entered preceded } broker. office, while the reporter glued his face watched the These The broker seized bill is to the glass and further proceedings. were brief, Confederate of the denomina. tions ranging from #1 He looking bank bills, up to 100 a bundle of greasy an ap- backs ; next picked up some with pearance of green on their ed each packag the {pink and blue) bi or more of the « a border id 1 ind them 75] into } Are pacKags ACS 3 . Bem lowed the bait and went off with dummy rell. | “Anyhow, there is now quite a brisk the | lemand for Confederate notes and old bills, road agents, will object to that, I'm bank and nobody, except the sure,” i a ge He Had His Revenge, You refuse me, do you, Miss sn “Ha! Hamtagg?" The man who asked this question flush of i He was no longer, properly speaking, Yet he He had not had passed the first vouth. k Young man. was well pre- Pi served. reached the age | { at which it seemed expedient for him | to part his hair above his ear and plas- ter a thin layer thereof over the top of | {his He walking-stick of young manhood, but the of head. had not assumed middle Be | Be cane It is well to speak of these facts, for they 1 : » ' are necessary to the full un- derstanding of this painful history Moreover, they cost nothing “J do, Mr. McStab,"” sai : lady, coldlv. eXira. voung : sten to me, Rach " he “Then hissed. back yard and ‘I'll tween his teeth. EHOW From beneath act bundle at boi th har atria) wat bound them together, siruck ¢} ie bh, made a bonfire of the collec- tion, and watched them slowly sume to ashes, while the crazy building indignsati { shook as if with ATR] v, like one ix for purchaser Northern buy Confederate bills and old State bank bills?” the was evidently a man The broker, who like all Broad street brokers, is a pleasant gentleman and always approachable to the reporter, explained : Within last three or four months, he brisk notes and there has rather to fill & the Nortl old } of Cone to ¥ a in reply wanted inquiries hy ty traveiieras, ostiy “He said that the practice of <Shold. ing up trains’ and robbing th gers had become so prevalent that men nowadays who had much travelling to to carry money with them, are providing them- do, and who are compelled the railroad agent. He says they make up packages of Confederate bills, with old State bank bills on the outside, and away their money in their sachels o- hiding it under the seat. a hurry when going through a train, and as the passenger throws up his hands the agent grabs the big fat pocketbook with the roll of Confeder. ate bills in it and hurries along to the next passenger without stopping to ex amine the pocketbook. “My correspondent tells me,” con dnued the Broad street broker in his own peculiarly mild way, that the thing has been tried and that it worked successfully, In fact he gave me the name of a friend who had pro- vided himself with one of these dummy pocketbooks, and who was on a train that had been held up out West some where. “ man had over $5,000 packed away in his socks, and a roll of old Confederate and State bank bills in his We i gave her to iid that parted as I co | to see her any more. “his is sud- {agreeable on that account. venture to he pe > “Why, sir, |—— os “And now, my the expiration of 3 i he gently ‘Rachael,” said Alg hompson McStall, pleasant] ad to know, | de Or, mn ORED i "” vat. my HI Warned in Time. 1 1 J jinx Yabsley marry Miss Grimme, | hear. | fo hi i 8% young is mi have proposed to her myself if a rat had one even ing when I was calling on her, Wickwire—And when she jumpea up and screamed you got disgusted, 1 You shouldn't be so critical, not run into the room | suppose? that way.. You mustn't expect a woman to act otherwise. {of the kind. i book and smashed the life out of Mr. Haute Express. HE ——— EI. Hunting Geese, Minn., for several seasons to go goose hunting down on Lake St, Croix with | a boat fitted with an electric light. On | a recent evening a party started out. | The lake was covered with smoke and fog. They came on a large flock of i ; | per deck below. Several of the geese | struck the wheel house and other parts of the boat. Some twenty struck the smoke stack and rigging, and were stunned, six being captured, while the others i i | | Ri AUNT SHAFPFER'S WHIM, ° = As Old Lady Who is Put to Sleep bp the Beating of a Drum, Among the queer people in this part of the world, says a letter from Find- lay, Ohio, is Mrs. Ann Shaffer, fami- liarly known as “Aunt Ann.” Bhs lives her husband about ten miles from this city, is over on a farm with 7G ¥ “ id ¥ i i 1 a &3 {9 years oid, and in full possession of her faculties, ity—~for all Her chief peculiar- that gleep unless her husband house for at least an hour; and summer and of heard she has a number—is she cannot beats the drum in front of the winter, night after pight, the roll old Jacob Bhaffer's drum can be by the neighbors for miles around as he leads the charge which his wife is He snare drum which he made for himself making into dreamland. has = during the early years of the war, and, he w the a4 as incapacitated from going into by reason of physical army disabilities, he did what he could for the country by acting as the drummer "” for a company of ‘home guards } i in his neighborhood. that his “1 her strange mania which drille 1 It was during this period ant BK a'el ual rum and » end of i8 hour's tha Then he puts wiucer and joins { an mvinced t und asl ep. } ie 3 farm and es, and barring ty, are quiet peoj notin NOTES OF INTEREST. ILIA Dante” is a new opera by Benia- } ; to } b Godard, we brought out this min winter in the Paris Opera Comique. The greatest at oing to Bue ngs prize Avres id to some one in x present are The Queen that city he ed on what is said to be . al authorit an that Coquelin i to the Theatre Francais, i at the rian th § tn rand a ner io Cre win out near he wder has same way. The new French j iret several guns in the The natives of the Feejee Islands have taken up cricket through the ef- forts of an enthusiast, Mr. Walling- ton. They like the game much, al- though they do not like to confine themselves to the orthodox eleven on each side. They play their maiches with forty or fifty a side, or trib~ against tribe. A hotel in Rome, anxious to secure English patronage, has set forth its advantages, in the following adver. tisement, which is placarded about Paris: . “The Hotel de ——, the very most favorite resort by English and American travellers, as during the winter presents all kinds of comforts for what concerns the general heating, during the summer, is just fit to afford the freshest and the most wholesome temperature on account of its special position, breadth, and ventilation. The largest and most monumental table d'hote is there to be found.” Bells on Sheep. A Michigan farmer claims to have saved his large flock of sheep from the dogs by putting a bell on each one. When the sheep get tened and run the bells play a march sod dogs scamper The hardest pursuit is leisure,
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