—————_ i pl 8, a A———— A DEATH AND A LIVE, BY LUCY LAROCOM, . Tair voung Haunoahb, Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gavly wag Hale and clover, For a willing heart and hand he sues, May-day skios are all aglow, Ly And tho waves are laughing so! For her wedding i Hannah leaves her window and hor shoes, May is passing: "Mid the apple boughs a pigoon coos, Hannah shudders, For the mill south wostor mischiof brows, Round the rocks of Marblehead, Outward bound, a schooner sped. Silent, lonesome. Hanopal's at the window b' 3ding shoes, . . . . . . . Hailing away! Losing the breata of the sho es in May, Dropping down irom the beautiful bay, Over the sea slope vast and gray ! And the skipper’s eyes with a mist ars blind, For a vision comes on the rising wind Of a gentle faces that he leaves bahind, and a heart that throbs through tho t : rx bank , dim, Thinking of him. Fari to night He wat he the gleam of the lessening light Fixed on ths dangeronsisland height That Lars the harbor he loves from sight, tale Of how they weathered the southwest gala, To brighten the cheek pale With a wakeful night among spec's. s grim — Teriors for him. Yo-heave-vo! Here's the bank wh ro Over the schooner's side they throw the fishermen go. Tackleand bait to the deaps below, And Skipper Ben in the wate When its ripples enrl Hane, to th li tht land breszo Something that stirs like his apple trees, And two soft eves that benoath them swim, Lifted to him, a Hear the wind roar, And tha rais through the slit pour! “Steady! we'll sead by tha Cap sails tear and Then hark to the Baverly bells once more And each man worked with While ap in the rigging n The lightning glared inthe fece o Turned to the 5 1 ' ge will of ten; 3 WW AnG lack horizons rnin Surnad into tho strain, Piorcos the memory, cruel Never again shall he walk at Loder the bloss nite That whispor and sway to the sansst breaza, While soft oyes float where the sea sla roses ! gulls skim, Gazing with him yw thoy went dows th 1t dow How they went down Never was known in tha stil Nobody guessed how the fisherman be With the Fown, wn, look of Faced his fate Faced the mad bi Just within hail of 9 That shone on 8 woman swe Waiting fo Beveriy balls Ring to the tide as it in the fariou lows with 1 ebbs and swell His was the anguish 3 moment tells The passionate sorrow death quickly knell s Bat the we ring wash of a Hi sion i z Won ni Is left for the desolats heart to know, Whose tides with the dall yo rs come snd go. Till hope d:ifts dead to its stagoant brim Thinking of him. a Poor lone Hagnagh, Sitting at the window bindia ; shoes, Faded, wrinkled Sitting, stitching, in a mournfs! muse, Jr ghi-eyod beauty once was she, When the bloon: was on the tre LH Epiing and wiat r, Hannah's at the window, Linding sho a. Kot a neighbor Passing nod or answer will refuse To her whisper; ** Is there from the fishers any news ? Ob, her heart's adrifs with one Onan end ass v Tag gous ! Night and morning, Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. "Tis November, Now no tear her wast «d chesk b « From Newfoundlands Not a sail retarning will she loss, Whispering hoarsely, * Fishermen, Have you, have you hh ard of B.n Old with watching, Hannah's at th: window, binding shoo, wa, Twenty winters Bleach and tear the ragged shors she vi was. Twenty 8o:80n8 Never one has brought her suy news, Bill ber vim pies silently Chase the white sails o'er the ses. Hopeless, faithfal, Hannal’s at the window, binding sho s. SHORTY LOCHINY AR. I think it may be stated, wi‘hout fear of Sudcetsful contradiction, that at no period of a man's existence does Cupid strike so deeply aud cause so ap : lessness as at the age of one score or ut, I have known quite a number of young men of about that age to be deeply, passionately desperately in | ultimately to A and go through similar but less nizing ex- periences several times thereafter, 8 The victim of this first attack is a creature, rticularly when are ‘‘obstacles,’” which is usually ys for a chap in this a pickle, and I felt particularly ; poor Shorty Fleming, I know I ought not to encourage him, but he ‘was such a good little r, and 90 much ‘n eprnest, that I would have de. the fled far mors severe mas than his brother Jack for his sake. Desidles, Shorty was not one of the chaps who get over anything casily, and I know failure would go hard with him, Moreover, Jack was not the only “obstacle.” Bam Parker, Shorty's Nettie's papa, also ob- jected, Parker was a shrewd Maine Yankee, with a total disbeleif womankind to use reason and a record of some sixty years of devotion to an sarnest hustle for the fascinating but elusive American dollar. Nettie was the a family of seven, and the old man, close-fisted as he was, had spared no ex- pense in educating her liberally. It was only natural, therefore, for him to object, especially as Nettie was barely eighteen and had only been out of school a few months, He called on Jack casually, as he usually called, on his way to or from town, but with a direct pur- pose. Jack was under the weather, and { lay on the sofa. ! whon Parker walked in. { “Howdy, Flemin’, laid up, | Howdy, Faber; purty warm, ain't | Thanks, I will set a spell.” | down on the edge of a chair and began it? could. The poor lad stood still as stone for several seconds, Then, with a shuddering sob, he turned away, In the morning he was gone with his horse and clothes, leaving no word, Jack and Joe, the other brother, were much worried, but, ns Jack for the first timo acklowledged, ‘the boy could take care of himself, Jack and I talked it over during the day, and he expressed a great deal of re. gret, thinking, however, that Nettie had decided for herself, and that Shorty had uo one to blame for his failure, “If it had been different,” he went on, “and Pepey had persevered and won, I would have given in, and I think Parker would, too, for next year Percy will come into about fifteen thousand. “You see, I've never told him of it be. cause I wanted him t> grow up on his own merits and be self-reliant. I think it has been for the best. Joe never anything, and we didn't tell Percy of it put his money into the ranch here and fF Spur. De the room, but he waved his hand and said: “Set daown, Faber, Set i still. Guess 1ain’t got nothin’ t say | hut what vo mout ez well hear,” Here the old man stiffened up in his | seat and stated the object of his mission {in a good-natured but thoroughly de- { cided way, closing with: “*Neow, Fleming, I ain't no 'bject’on t' th’ leetle feller—not a mite, he's a tip. | top good boy, an’ all that, But taint in i reason th't 000 eddicating u young 'un, an' then let 'er go an’ marry nother young ‘un, { ‘thout ary red. An' that's what i come tew, fust thing we know,” | Now, remarks were in | nature of a revalation to us, Of course, we knew that Shorty had put in a good Parker's many evenings had that there had any significance. A courtship, { too, with six big brothers loating around | is a difficult matter. It is easy enough all ~just love with a girl if is no one to hinder, But with six young men, with whom one is on good | terms, sitting around and occupying a portion of one’s attention, it 1s a of getting in love, which, accom. is rather more were fall into the same. Fleming and ran | through hi gravely. Then: **1 quite Mr. Parker I don’t know what to say to Percy, but | itt and see if he If that don’t do we never guessed fal ty FA il here serious thao a his fingers agree YOu, will try a little can’t be kept at home, I can talk to him.» And here began m Shorty's love affair strateoy ‘hat evening | was some one opened snd walked in. It was He sat down quietly and took up a paper, which he looked at for several minutes, while I scratched away it IY we Then he threw down the paper suddenly and turned to me with “* Faber, what was old Parker here for today?” I tried to dissembile, but Shorty is no- fool, and interrupted: “Oh, rot!” said he, ** | you think I'm a fool Now, honestly, what was he here for 7" told hime about the conversa ween his brother and Parker t silent for a few minutes, { he turned his { eves to my face an i said. slowly: il know I'm young and a that, but { know my mind Jack's a good { brother and feels in duty bound to take of me, but I guess [| can "tend to | that myself. [—I've made up my mind | to marry that girl, if she'll have me, and all the Jacks and Sam Parkers in the world can’t stop me.” and Mr. Percival | Fleming set his mouth hard and walked font. He called at Parker's the next | evening despite Jack's “‘strategy.” There was another caller at Parker's { that evening, in the . person of Morris Ww hen writing 142 busily the door of my den Shorty rk. bivlv's reckon wo twitch hen Own | ere {| “Five-Mile." home, i some feeling in his tones, Cottrell was | no old duffer. He was a man of thirty, Shorty, when he got i | prospect of having him for a rival would | have sent despair to the heart of any pen- | niless young man less determined than { Shorty Fleming. For two or three months Shorty con- tinned his calls at Parker's, growing more and more gloomy and savage as the days went by, for old Sam Parker was something of a strategist and managed giving Cottrell a clear field, which was progress, One evening Shorty came to my room in a state of mind. He had seen Sam | him, as gently as possible, some galling truths about his agé and his penniless condition, concinding with the cheerful information that he *‘reckoned Net had ‘bout d’cided t' take up with Cottrell, anyheow,” Of course Shorty was despondent, but he was none the less determined, ‘Fao ber, I'm going to see her to-morrow afternoon and-—-and ask her.” The time and the hour favored Shorty, but I hardly think Nettie knew her own mind. The boy who came riding slowly home through the shadows next evening was a very much downcast boy, indeed. He told me all about it later; how Nettie had wavered and finally told him that she could give him no answer, She cared a great deal for him, she said, but she was not sure she cared enough for him. Besides, her father objected to him, and she could never cross her father's wishes when he had dene so much for her. Sam Parker must ‘have heard of this interview, and made up his mind to something. Although he was usually so natured he was as determined as a uil-dog., and 1 think he vsed some in- fluence in deciding matters, for, two weeks later, he “dropped in” to tell Jack that Nettie and Cottrell would be married on Thanksgiving Day, two months later. Shorty must have scen the news in my face, for after supper he drew mo aside and asked me what I knew. 1 hated to tell him, but did so, the best way I 1 * He sat silent for a minnte, then con- tinued, “Of, course, this is between ong selves. But do you know, I wish the boy had won, He's a good deal of a man, and, now 1 come to think of it, the affzir has hit him hard. They could have waited a couple of years, you know." Aud Jack walked off slowly, taking long Severel weeks passed, during which | saw Nettie Parker several times. She seemed different. Her laugh was not the jolly inugh I had been accustomed to hear, and she seemed pensive at times, Was it her approaching wedding, or— I hoped it was Shorty. But somehow when people pine they seem to color and get thin, and Nettie did neither. And still no word from Shorty, and the day for the wed ding only a week away. It was Wednesday of Thanksgiving week and there had been great prepara- The people for miles around were invited to the wedding, which old Sam lowed would be “th bang-uppist thing they ever had in th’ rode to town on behalf of lose sent to the bride-elect, In the post of flee some one tapped me on theshoulder I turned. It was Shorty Fleming Shorty, with a handsome moustache and smiling quite happily “How long before you're roing out" he said, “Right now." “Bally! Faber £0 and i» row a horse until to-morrow-—tell ‘em yours is lame, and you'll hav e to lead recognized me back of lar and the hirsute adornment, don't want "em to. I'll walk head up the road. Hurry horses |” nim Nobody has this overcoat col and | out and up with the In about twenty minutes I was follow. ing him, riding a horse 1 had from my friend, the doctor, and leading my own. I soon caught up with Shorty, and we hurried on, Shorty showed mea letter signed “Nettie,” and proceeded to 8 which, for unfold a plan he had in mind, I had never borrowed the quality of pure heard surpassad There ‘BeTve, was nobody at the S000 him sworn to silence, after which he p ceeded to little stairs storeroom where bo iy could find him not to know of hia ber the cold my den, £ amp in off J ne ® he honest and per. Was presence, #1160 said, Jack is 80 thunde ring snickety, and would squeal or spoil the - - . - * The half-hundred Parker's had been enjoying Thanksgiving Day to the full. All of Mrs. Parker's good guests at would do the most good. The minister from town was getting ready for the ceremony, and the guests were bustlin about, amid some confusion, trying find the best points for observation, Nettie Parker, pale for once, stood near the front door, pulling her fingers ner- viously, waiting, supposedly, for her father. Some one knocked at the door. Net. tic pulled it open, gave a little ory, grabbed a man’s hat from the back of a chair and an overcoat from a peg near by out, slamming the door. Everybody who saw the performance dazed. Then, as we heard way a rush for the outside, fast, were Up the road, two horses, Sam Parker. somehow, the doors would not They had been nailed up very securely by a person who was at that moment making hypoeritical efforts to But, When they finally succeeded in mount. had not opened his mouth so far, * The old man started. ** By gorry, Morris, mebbe thet's ¢'rect. No yowlin' over spilt milk. Come on, buys.” And they rode off, but not very rapidly. “1 told the old gentiemen,” remarked Cottrell to me; as we turned towards the house, ** that it was no use trying to head them off. They'll be married inside of an hour.” Then, in a tone that betrayed no trace ofebitterness, he continued : “It is far better to have happened now than—than later, And-—as it is] think maybe there will be only one unhappy person, instead of three, That was Mor- ris Cottrell — philosopher and man, Mr. and Mrs. Percival Fleming were met at the Justice's office by oid Sam Parker, who remarked: ** Waal, I swow! Yew air a nervy boy! Ain't ye both ashamed on't 1" No, they were not; and, after Nettie bad had a good cry in her father's the runaways were escorted back to the Parker ranch to receive the congratules tions of their friends, foremost among whom was Morris Cottrell. [The Argos naut, “Ihis QUEER, ‘ rage for bieycle riding seems to “Yes, and it is rather queer, too.” Wh. although it fo ' . t increases, there a o falling off, too, among learn " THE JOKERS' BUDGET. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRINS, In Search of Aceent—Queer Con” Hardened Quick dense~- Kte,, Fite. Measures—Eager to HARDENED, Kiljordan—How did vou like Dr, Fourthly's sermon last Sunday on “Future Punishment 7” Shadbolt—I slept through the whole | of it. | “How could you go to sleep under such a sermon us that “It had no terrors for me. cleanigg house,” My wife is | —{ Chicago Tribune, IN SEARCH OF ACCENT. “ Those Germans dinary immigrants 1" Oh, no; they are students who have been sent over here to acquire the Mil waukee accent.” —[ Brooklyn Life, yiirely are not or QUICK MEASURES Miss Longhead (surprised)—Are taking Fido for a drive? Mrs, Sbhorthead low: You -Y eh, DOOT little fel baby's crying. kept him awake all night, and 1 fear he'll be sick if I don't, -{ Truth, EAGER “1 —Sust not Capphead,” protested + blushing girl with ) downeast, You only trifling —und-—and, besides, it late,” “ Please TO CONDENS Mr. eyes are is getting hear me Miss Helen!” pleaded the infatusted young reporter * I'll eut it down to 250 words!” —|Chi cago Tribune, out, POO JAWKINE he's rind, on the HJawkins says mighty one account, that hoops are return & ing “Why, tor pominess’ sake?” “His wife will have something else try her dress skirts on ne to * IW, i Vogue, Dear me!" is the “He's mad at me, mann “1 was tryin: sir. baby crying for?” * taste ti reli teehee be HEINE Woney the freckled face i Mostly on the nose HIiRRYING vr. What 2 «Ve Mrs your new hat Witherby I haven't on that hat, Miranda, ut of ® Witherbs Ate YOU wearing ry day will be o We eannot af They cust $00 n love with fresh r even been wer, as a daley, waltzed with We flat = George . Jack tru thing but engagea York Weekly een any a few times, —{ New OEEDIESTY CHILD. Teacher--1 gave you three examples in arithmetic, and you have not done one of them Pupil--No; my father told me always to shun bad examples. Boston Tran. script. WHAT HE FOROOY. Littie Johnny-—Can I have some more je? : Mamma - I have!” Little Johnny.-1 forgot, Mamma — Forgot what ? Little Johany-—-That I have to be par. ticular about grammar w'en I ask for pie, ~[Good News, Do not aay ean EXPRRIENCE TAVGHT iM, extensive ex You ought to “Dobson must havo an rienoe of bachelor life. being single.’ “No wonder. Dobbs's been married sixteen years. "--[Chieago Herald, HE DIDN'T BRING IT HOME, After the return of the drummer from his travels his young wife explored his grip with an expectant face, Failing to find that of which she was apparently in search, she turned to him and said: “Where is the jag?’ [ "The what?" he asked in astonishment, *“The jag. birs. Laces says her hus. band saw you in Chicago with a lovely jag on. Whatever it is, you are not wearing it, and it isn't in your grip.” “Oh, that's all right. I left it at the office. By the way, | saw a handsome spring hat in a milliner's shop down town. If you care we will go down town and look at it and if vou hie it you can bave it." [Now York Press. WHY HE WAS THERE. The prisoner before the police court bar had been there before many a time, “T'd like to know,” said the judge, “why you get here so often" “It’s the only place in town where I ean get credit, your honor,” was the am- us reply. ‘Well, you haven't much credit here, 1 can tell you.” “Maybe wo, your honor, but just the same I'm always ¢ with something when I come,” and the court gave him ten days extra, —{ Detroit Free hy EXPENBIVE HONESTY. Mother Horrors! bles for keeps ? Little Son-~1 never keep "em, mamma, “That's right.” “Yes'm, [1 play right along till I lose ‘em. Please give me five cents to buy some more,” Do you play mar- A PEMIXINE TRAIT, She--If 1 refuse you what will you do? He—Propose to some other girl, She-=Then I accept.~{Chicago Ree- AT COST, Customer— Why, that's an outrageous price! I thought vou advertised goods sold at cost? Desler— Wel! Bk, nhout them, Record, there's enough isn't there?—[Chicago cost WHERE THEY SIT. Mother —Don't you know better than to put your fest on the sofa! Look at the mud. Suppose some one should come in and sit down on it? Small Son—This is the night Mr. Nice- fello comes to see Ris, and they never sit on the sofa. They always sits on the rocking-chair. —[Good News, CANDID, Jess— Jack's entire truthfulness what captivated me, Bess—What did he say when he pro- posed to you? Jess—]It ran thas: “‘1 have never loved a woman as I do vou, since—since (refer ring to his notebook )- the 18th of last Aucust.” Was ~$ince jet me see HIS NAME I8 LEGION. The man who his own praise will sing And iz so built he only sees His own big self in everything Is troubled with the “I” disease, w{Truth AN INS(IY RESENTED, The Clerk—What is your husband's The Customer—John Smith The Clerk — Plain John Smith, eh! The ( indeed! Johu's he handsomest in Bingtown. ruth. ISlOmer-——-No, nan A TIRED LITTLE BOY, Little Boy—I'm tired to death. Mother— What doing? Little Boy—Thinking sbout the things vou told me to do and [ forgut.— Street & Smith's Good News, WEIGHTY EXOUGH. would make a profes. } “What do you think handsome paper-weight for the or on his birthday Pt “One of his own ADAWET sentences,” was the [Detroit Froe Press. ANOTHER TERM ENTIRELY sarcastic Twynn-—1 hear that you were relieved of $500 during your stay in Chicago? Twyun—1 never alluded to it as a Truth A JUSTIVIABLR Maud-—Why do you strong-minded woman? Ellen—Her children look frightfully unwashed. —| Chicago Record INFERENCE, think she’s a always RELIABLE RECIPES, Excrisnt Saver yor Prppiss. —Put In a small saucepan six yolks, four ounces of sugar, a glass of sherry, a lemon edd rind rubbed on two small pieces of Joaf sugar, a pinch of salt, and a pint of milk, mix well, put on a slow fire, stir briskly with an egg sauce thick ¢ t nw hip until the { like a light frothy, thick sauce; pour some over the pud- i send the rest in a sance bowl heat much, or the sauce will certainly curdie and be unfit to use. Priv Poropisa, Excuisi Saver.- Put in a basin a pound of stringed beef i suet chopped fine, twelve ounces of | brown sugar, half a pound each of well picked currants, malaga and sultans | raisins, four ounces each of candied { citron, lemon and orsage peel eut in | shreds, an ounce of ground spices (cinna { mon, cloves, ginger, and nutmeg in | equal parts), a glass of brandy, half a | pint of milk, a pound of flour, four eggs, | the rind of two lemons chopped fine, and ‘a little salt; mix well, and let rest two ! or three hours; wet and press the water out of a large cloth, butter and flour the centre, place it over a hollow dish, pour | the preparation into the cloth, tie the | pudding firmly with a strong cord, | plunge it into a large stewpan of boiling water, cover, and let boil steadily for six hours; drain, remove the cloth, turn on a dish, pour the following sauce over, and serve. Juriexxe Sovr.—A large portion of the soups in daily use in the French houschold are made without stock, bat of vegetables simply boiled to a puree in water and properly seasoned. At the head of this list of maigre soups, as the French call all soup made without meat, is Julienne. Take two small carrots, one turnip, one leck, one onion, a quarter of a head of fine young cabbage and a head of celery. Clean all these vege- tables, wash and dry them. Cat them into little shreds, about the size and shape of matches, but not over two inches long. There are special machines for cutting vegetables a la Julienne. On account of the construction of the onion it is not possible to cut it on the exact straight strips which are considered the proper shape for this soup, bat it should be cut as ness the shape as possible. Keep all the vegetables as dry as possible. Melt four tablespeonfuls of butter in a hot saucepan and fry all the vegetables in it until they are aightly brown. A quart of the water in whi the peas or beans have been boiled should then be seasoned with salt and if it is not so seasoned already. ried bles should Le added to it and the soup should be allowed to slowly simmer in three hours, when hi handing of cho BOTTe or a poo ore or a handful of minced lettuce should be put in and the soup sorved at once. You nay ida ttle properly ul Pwned J the oven. This soup will be a | deal better if it is made with n stock of consomme in place water. In this case it is made in exactly the same way, except that : ens and 100Ks while {OO nm the vegetables cooked for thirty minutes after adding them to the stock. x a " —— Real Fighting Dervishes, It is easier to torn a baugry tiges aside from his prey than a thoroughiy excited dervish from his swoop on sa an cnemy, says a militury correspons dent. His half brother in fanaticism and creed, the Indian or Afghan Ghazs, is terrible, but the African and Arab dervish is superlativegly awful, with an incurable delirium for his opponent's gore. Howling and whirling dervishes, such ss travelers are ‘‘specially con- ducted to see when visiting the Fast,’ are ms comparatively harmless sort of lunatics compared with those types of African bigots who, “‘converted” to Mauhdism, burn to run asmuck with the rest of unbelieving humanity. Once fairly bitten with the tarantula of Mos. lem sectarian zeal, the proselyte is consumed with the belief that the de- lights of the seventh or any number of beavens await him if he can only en- gage in sturdy, steady butchery of “infidels” of Lis own or any race. If isa matter of indifference to him if in the operation, while he shesthes his sword in his and his prophet’s enemy, the latter is doing the same to him. Quick and happy transistion he holds ss his sure reward —London Teles graph, Tricked by the Jolly Tars, A pretty good story is told of the way in which the officers of 8 certain eloop-of-war of the North Atlantic squadron succeeded in getting their ship's slow and antiquated steam launch replaced by one of a later and more fashionable type. It happened that the vessel hauled into a navyyard for its periodical repairs. While there the lsunch was loudly complained of 6s £00 heavy and nunwieldly.for a sloop- of-war to carry, and a careful weigh- ing by the yard authorities verified the complaint. Thereupon a new and swift little eraft which cost Uncle Sam ever #0 many hundreds of dollars was sub- stituted, and the sloop-of-war steamed exultantly away. But when the old lsunch was sent to the boat shop for overhauling the workmen found snug- ly stowed away out of sight slong the keelson nearly a thousand pounds of superfluous ballast iron. The sppar- ently unaccountable weight of the re- jected bost was readily explsined — Boston Journal. oI recess The “Innocence of the Eye.” — Painters cultivate what is called tha innocence of the eye” trying to see nature simply as forms and colors as a child sees it, without reference to what rience may teach them exactly the same New Yotk savs that he is astonished to find evervihing is sky snd foliage. Te fe reason and expe No two of ther wa “ay One painter in how grav even Another finds the streets full of reds and purples. A younger artist says: “When I began to paint everything seemed to me dark. The longer 1 look at nature the more light 1 find in it, My great trouble now is to get my pictures ns light as nature seems to my eye. 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