REST. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, Wethank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods there be, That no life lives forever, That men rise up never, That even the weariest river < Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star vor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light ; Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound of sight : Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things dismal ; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night. (Swinburne. iss Milares Pet Well, What won't we're off, Miss Millard. shall I bring vou—since you have my heart?’ he added in a lower tone. With the eyes of the whole party upon her, she only laugh and ahswer: “Bring me a baby tiger, y they're as s3:1 COouia Lieut. Nugent. 3 and pretty as kittens, and 1 like so unique a pet.” Unique,’ growled old Col. I “unique! And some day yourj kitten will make a meal of you, vour friends will have to put the Ki ten in the coffin to be sure of ring you. Umph! **First eatch know,’’ putin a third flannel top-booted individual. loading of his rif] as picking goose tiger cub. You: a gooseberry berry added gets throug teutions to “Oh, well 3 tenant,’”’ pouted ing her head aw: eves fixed upon rose to the young man’ of changed to one of ened to indignatic ou have the kitten, Miss Mill: said, quietly, ‘‘if there is found,’” and joined the out for the jungle game, ‘*How could you ogene ? lazily in her the elare of the a giant jujube tended the shel ogene in her Nugent is life to gratify 3 Oh, They sa would ' your Lare 0 has i nate m pride and | 31 his look passi wicker ch ust no, he he's too matter too much of himself his comfort man, for mee « answered stripping a tween her white Now, that taken, Imo quiet, self-c age and dey shame those 1 of the Fift that flutter al ‘Well, I out with you ing her £ roop of he is a female, sal he has cul nes, 1 in searel along the nullah whence she wotild be to run into the very death, for the male y follow from the lair. “It's all gent,” said the Colonel, i risk your life for a woman's whim, and ten to one Imogene will have for- gotten all about the thing before we even get home, ** No matter; I am goin the way the tigress the drinking place. and secure the cub if Iean. Will you come with me? or if you prefer going on, Mohammed Din here will be sufficient Mf course we are if you persist,’ the third man, shrugging his left coolies to carry home the tigress which he had just shot, and plunged deeper into the jungle after Nugent and the old tiger hunter, who with Franklin, were beating down the long grass before them. “We must be near the place, gahib,”’ whispered Mahommed Din after several hours’ slow march along the banks of the little nullah, now dry. but covered with a wilderness of vegetation that tore at their gar- ments, scratched their skin, and brought many muttered blessings from the Colonel. “1 have found it easy to trail her to this point, but here she must have turned.” He bent to examine the bowed bush before him, missing missing nonsense, arvhow. yer 6H « griutiy gto trace took to wi Franklin, Colonel song returned and the shoulders, the flash of yellow light launched through the air, only clearing his na- ked back by a few inches. It was the male, furious presumably at the absence of its mate and at the crying of its cubs, and, flung iteelf upon Nugent, who, sur- prised at the suddenness of the at- tack, was borne backward and to the earth with the tawny shape stretehed at fril length upon him and feeling with its gaping mouth for his throat, A groun of horror broke from his friends, and the Colonel, throwing down his rifle, ran beside the two forms. But, though his right arm was pinned beneath by his own weight and that of the tiger, Nugent managed to draw his revolver from his belt, and as the animal seized his arm in its mouth, pulled the trigger, and the shot went ploughing its way into the big cat's brain. Nugent rose, dizzy and sick, when his friends # br the teeth that had closed upon it just as the animal died. But the young man did not forest what had brought him hither, and at his bidding Mohammed Din began to search the ground for some signs of the lair where the cubs were hid- den. Freed now from the fears of the parents, the Colonel and Franklin joined in the hunt, while Nugent pursued the trail along the nullah to find, if possible, the water he was beginning to crave. All at b once he ran into a mass of ruins where { an ancient temple had stood when this wilderness was once a peo- [ pled plain, and, seating himself upon i the fallen lintel of a door, rested for a moment and as he did so there came two pretty rubbing boots, and domes- once | creeping about his feet I yellow kittens, | themselves against his purring aloud. But ticated pussy these, knowing nothing of cream, and fireside, but real children of the jungle with flame in their veins and The other hunters came running Nugent's 1. and Mohammed Din begging one striped no cat EVER, at to sell y cubs, it was given him y 3 of n menagerie, other was tied and placed t to be rred the ung lady rash end to covet wnelish agent he confe : \ fn in a baske on igi bulk, Lighted by a ing orbs that burned li live coals in semi-gloom, and this dread Imogene ening sense of physical terror on her, watching with diluted eyes the form pacing the apartment with long, restless stopped and snued at the box where- in the cub lay, and t little crea- ture wakening, hailed it with weleom- ing ery. Then began a struggle on the part of the mother and the confined eub for the latter's liberty. but the box. a stout one, and weighted down by the at the could only claw frantically, lift, held firm. and the watcher from the bed shivered as she saw the tigress, grow- ing more and more furicus as she was baffled, swing her long tail from side to and, turning her glowing eyes upon the captor of her cub, leap towards her. Scarcely conscious of what she was doing, but obeying that instinct of preservation we all know, she flung herself out of the bed be- shape of leaped agilely into the room held her breath, with a sick- fascinated ios stens, (ince it : ha 123) cover, which tigress not side, wall, and with inspired strength pushed the hefivy article far enough to permit of her body slipping down to the floor. The tigress fell on the spot which she had just vacated with a low growl of fury, and she could hear the terrible claws as they tore the clothing of the bed to shreds, as scented her recent presence, The girl tried to scream for help, but there seemed a band of iron around peril as if a thousand miles away. Fortunately the bed was of English manufacture, and reached within a foot and s half of the floor, just ad- mitting of her lying beneath it, and as the tigress, finding that her foe had not disappeared into the mat. tress, gave it up and began to sniff about the room in search of the miss. ing enemy, and approaching the bed again, and discovering the trembling girl beneath, attempted to crawl under, she found that this was not to be done. Crouching, then, close to the floor, she ran her long arms un- der the bed in the endeavor to draw the victim out from her hidin cloth wounla yield and rend from the sharp toueh, and Imogene would clasp her hands tightly about the leg: of the bed to keep from being drawn forth. Once she received a terrible serateh from one of the greedy paws on her arm, and was obliged to tear her dress for a bandage with which to bind the artery, which came so near being severed. The smell of this blood seemed to render the tigress furious, #hd she again and again would fling herself upon the bed, until the girl under it feared that the animal would bring the whole struc- ture down upon her, when she would die of suffocation. At this point she was seized with an insane desire to laugh, and lay for minutes shaking with a ghastly sort of merriment, which she was only able to control by thinking, ‘Am 1 going mad?” and a vision of her friends coming in the morning to find her raving or imbecile,even if in her lunacy she did not and venture out into the roo. Leonard Nugent dream in which a tiger rise from a in a awoke sented priest's garments, on the steps of a the and temple engaged in performing marriage ceremony of himself Imogene, was mingled with a vi of seeing the walls « falling rRiow down moment or two trying it tmbers when he bedcam WHS sometning He sat earthquake cot 3 there » house, embling arrived on the scen i pily What isi What is it? Can't anybody answer? and to utter a stumbled over t s in the Ho had snitten "ied he and shrill shriek ns he dead tigress, dark answer he her great with one arm. The cub and the Colonel glanced slyly ogene and said “Well, you don't fancy a tiger kitten as much as youdid, eh?” But Nugent, pressing her hand, whispered: “Of I'm darling. that 3 had the fright. but I'll thank the cul all my life.” and to-day that animal stuffed, ocenpies a prominent position in their drawing-room, while Mrs. Nugent tells the story with great pride. = [| Toledo Blade there lover the I've heard could do a Imogene wanted say de the next was shot COrse, ROTrY Ou Jericho, the Dead Sea and dan. interest was far greater. It was good be out the FEssene communities had wrought out so many of the peaceful tenets of the gospel. As for the Dead Sea, it will, in contradiction of and living memory in my mind. No fish can survive in it, we all know; but for a place for a swim, or above all, for a float, commend me to it be- yond all the Winnepesaukees in the world. How it bears you up in its arms! How it annihilates the tire- some ponderosity and dignity of the laws of gravitation! How it intro. duces you into the inner conscious- ness of dainty Ariel and thistledown, and all other airy-fairy creatures! The more you weigh the less you weigh; there is the real hydrostatic paradox. An elephant in the Dead Sea would feel himself a gazelle. Then what a mirror its steoly surface was that morning, and how beautiful its reflections of the mountains of Palestine on one hand and of Moab THE JOKER'S BUDGET. JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Time Not Wasted-- Rivals--.To Be Etec., Ete. TIME NOT WARTIED, Dashaway—While on a vacation 1 have been trying tosail a boat. Cleverton—How did you get on! Dashaway—Not very well with the boat, but I learned how [Judge. LO sWiln, = RIVALS, “Does Miss lofty he season?’ ‘Mercy, Florence,’ “How «« Mintly have the same manners she had at the first of no; not ince she met iid thi ‘Florence had sis than Miss Minty.” Ocean. i! item. KErs ure Rivers— Wife] fear I've pours dw, Husband-—Where were you wl? got dropsy Geet IT} YOUTr CORI BOTH NY word said Twynn. True replied Triplett; but his bond is worthless.’ Collingwood claims enough, THEY ALWAYS DO, Teagcher—They bu they Kk that? Bright Boy—Yes'm, ided beter than new Po vou understand always “Who always do?’ “The architects, you thousand dollar house cost most ten thousand.’ {Good News NOT BEYOND THE REACH OF SULEXCE. (. doctor! doctor! i vo swale fowed a filbert.’ “Swallow a nutcracker, madam Five dollars, {Chicago Tribune. A MISUNDERETANDING, Timming—I called to see about a little poem 1 Jeft hore—'‘To Phyllis’ was the title Boyw=Fillies? Two fil I guess you want to see de editor. = [Indianapolis Jour- lien? horse nal. NOT QUITE IN THAT LIGHT. an admirer of old brass? Miss Swectly—Well, er only thought of you as a valued friend. = Chicago Inter-Ocean. A PERBISTENT CREDITOR. Mrs. Underbill—~You made a great racket about my dressmaker’'s bill, but I never said a word about your tailor. Underhill—Good heavens! Rita, you don’t seem to realize that dross. makers have to be paid. ~{ Truth. A KNOCKOUT, Youth (tremblingly)=l<I~l have come to you, sir, for the hand of your daughter. Father (briefly)=Which hand? Detre’t Free Press. ae Dibbles—Is it true that Karher's father kicked on your coming to theie house? Dudell (sadly )je=Er——rno; ing.~[ Buffalo Courier. TIMING THE KICK. i | NOT TIMELY. “Angeling,”' he said i in his voice which emotion, ‘‘you life like a ray of “Don’t, claimed, entreatis shine ig very nice © have come sunshine.’ (reorg: dear, y, ‘Ray but just now KO Washington Star, unseasonable.’ A CORRECTION, He—~What is he » graduntes? Alice—If we much longer the tide will w Tim stay on ARCTIC COLOR. Brilliant Hues and Skies of Sur. passing Loveliness. 14 r at the 1 experience tel 1% that there are no semitones the site, intensely brillia snd rich In fact, a si at the North has all t our brightest noon, w intensity and richness color he brilliance of the added our most when ith of vivid sunsets, while noon, obscured by : clouds, fin sid is Ine ret. amg asses of storm. 4 black i land of oo it is the t Gna i ren ember one rue isin brilliant when the measureless ether overhead f exquisite blue, repeated it- he perfect mirror of the sea Far away, on the otherwise clear cut horizon n pure white shimmered its light up through a vinkish, yeliow stratum of mist wiiieh bathed in delicate. greenish blue an enormous iceberg that strong. 1¥ resembled an ancient cathedral. In the afternoon the sky, a threaten. ing black, overhung a vast, contorted sheet of white and pink, composed of ice-floe and colossal bergs looming up above its mass at intervals, with deep, black patches of water, the whole carrying the eye to the hori roe—a tapering bavd of deep, rich blue merging into the sky. In the morning a hoe & sof in t an line of ite pools of delicate blues, purples, and Of the wealth of color in flower, lichen, and moss; of its curious riches as manifested in insect, shell, and animal life, and of its wonderful limning skill as shown on the great inland ice, ice-cap and glacier, I have neither purpose nor pen to write. This new world of color awaits the one who can truly desoribe it. Inail these color effects at the North there lies a wizard-like power of enchant. ment — 5 distinctive uncanniness that, basilisk-like, both attracts and repels. Great nature's pitilessness broods over it with a force and pene tration possibly not equaled, and surely not ol LAND OF THE HAMMOCK, Brazilian Travelers Carry Their Own Paraphernalia. razil is emphatically the land of the hammoek, and a Brazilian never goos anywhere without BUYS i writer in st. Louis Globe-Demn- ocrat. There is hardly a civilized the for hammocks their place, I private stout ring-bolits fastened One, the bed to be found in whole zonian region, sully take hotels and find Wallis houses 3% but no beds of any sort vielers are expected {0 : 3 sleeping parapherna them on the ring-bolts up and their bed morning to take the 151 walk IIe hammock wayside hi trecs One Douglas, who is sers in the Joliet (Iii » most expert safe open- i the countr and that is not a safe made that he can- open without toois. He is not in- uently employed to open the re- ractory safes of the neighborhood. few days ago he opened one that had a complex double combina- tion. which the owner had lost con. trol of. He worked at it five hours, but he afterward told another con- viet that he had the job done in fifteen minutes, and only monkeyed with the safe to pass away the time id enjoy a taste of liberty. —{ New ans Picavune. Rr 0 ie § - penitentiary 5 says n Killikinick Extinct. “Some vears ago killikinick weed was extensively used mixed with to- baceo,” said L.1E. Sanders, at the Burnet, ‘‘and tobaccos under that name are popular yet, but as a mat- ter of fact the plant itself is extinet, Several others are called by the same name, but the genuine original plant cannot now be found in the United States. In facet it is excesdingly doubtful if it ever was a plant, the best opinion seeming to be that the real herb is the inside bark of a young willow tree. It is certain that this gives the genuine flavor, but it is too expensive on account of its scarcity, and is used but little.” ={Cinecinnati Enquirer. ws ti The Pottery Tree of Para. One of the curiosities of Brazil js a tree whose wood and bark contain so ranch silica that they are usel by stters, Both wood and bark are urned and the ashes are pulverized and mixed in equal proportions with clay, producing a very superior ware, The tree grows to a height of 100 feet, but does not exceed a foot in diameter. The fresh bark cuts like sandstone and when dried is brittle and hard. Demorest. WILLING TO DO HIS PART. “And you wish to be treated?” said the dentist. : ; No, begorrh,”
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