a COUNTRY MAID, Her eyes the sun kissed violets mate, And fearless ir their gaze: She moves with graceful, careless gait Along the country ways, The roses blushing in her cheek That ne'er decay nor fade, Her laughter gay, her words bespealk, A simple country maid No flashing gems adorn her hair, Nor clasp her lily neck, No jeweled circlets, rich and rare, Her sun browned hands bedeck ; But pearly teeth through lips as red As reddest rubies gleam ; The tresses o'er her shoulders spread A golden mantle seem, Her looks are kind, and sweet the smile That sparkles in her eyes; Her mind, her heart are free from guile ; She is not learned or wise No worldly art, no craft has she Acquired, her charms toaid ; And yet she stole iny heart from me, This simple country maid -M. Rock, in Chambers’ Journal. mo. BY KATE N. SLATER. ‘‘Sandy come home yet?” A querulous ‘‘no’” was the answer. The questioner was a fisherman’s daughter. After this reply ghe fretted a few minutes in silence and then started for the beach where Sandy had g watch for the concise gone to father’s boat. As she crossed the l CArvYe( beach—scarcely Mar:’'s : which for capable liv susceptible than those iron fi iL love “Sandy, Sandy’’ he “Want me, Mart?’ “Yas. , home now." tothe rough, | of nuts Sand done? He was answer Mart never men words, nor, indeed After the coarse coaxed her off t launched the tiny for him—watch drifted forever “Mart, d'ye y¢ come back?"’ ‘“tyuess not “Won't “No.*’ : Mart ‘at never ¢ “To the bott “Well, do the If they do, heaven?’’ “Don’t know,”’ characteristic reply “Weill, I don’t b'lieve it ships must go somewhere else Meanwhile the eves watched fo sail, but when the great big sun always ended Sandy's play beg paint the waters with a livid the half girl the child, hand in hand wide sands—~—home. But no boat came home that night Or ever came, 3 Sandy more. After the days of sus- pense were over, and fear had become certainty, the thought of living must be settled. conversations between the fretful mother—complaining of John's death --and quiet Mart, who remembered no gentle words of her father's ex- cept when he had carelessly said one Say, Hne now was Mart's terse Those ’e seeing and went across and the girl only loved Small memory this, to carry through the vears, of a father's loving words The talk ended by Mart going daily to the village to mend nets for the village fishers. In the long days while she was gone frail Sandy grew frailer, and without his one com- more lonely. too, The quernlous mother, grew more querulous and the sharp impatience at his oft repeated remark: ‘‘Haint it Mart t' come?”’ “How d'ye 8’pose I know when it's time fer Mart t’' come.” So he finally took to silently wateh- ing the long sunsets and the fading glow of the sands touched with their sinking splendor. Sometimes, with the last faint glow. sometimes with masterful figure oming across the beech and his glad ery, “Oh, Mart,” would sing out. Then came supper and the short evening—happy to Sandy--when they could sit outside on the sands. t'day?”’ “Yes, one.” “An' laddies?”’ “Yes.' “Mart, does the sun set at Gray bay just as it does here 7’ “It looks just the same.” ‘Well, Mart, d’ye s'pose 'tis the pame sun?” “It's ,, lime yo stopped your tongues, At this fretful eall of the mother the two went through the low door into the bare interior and to their | rude cots. Soon the mother could | not rise from her cot and had only and one might, when Mart came home, Sandy was and the woman—had gone the Mart only harder and clung to loved him HOTOSS Sen Soon the days were too long for Mart with frozen ealin- one rude cot, and the stools, shut up the little cottage and went across Sanday’s beach to a ruder one Now she could sometimes carry Sandy out in the sunshine where she mended nets, or could run at noon to watch him eat his bite sind hear is, “Mart’s Then there was not run across the beach. 80 addition to her took the few a new ness dishes, come,” the long sunset **Mart’sa high flung lass.” ‘*She’s too uppish for fisher folks.’ **Ye can’t git ‘er t' talk,” said a | answer to the two com- Mart never the nets were put i and from the silent, or $ ments of the fisher girls. joined them when 8, lassies wives hand- Sometimes, as Mart little fellow, hun- grily him with her eves and patiently answering his wonders Some creature holding the devouring sat and the sob of the sea banter and | she heard “Mart He was vi rt loved Sar gained new I f his added dece fade and sked ki Summers soon v the handsome artist io . at her and Sandy and the pleasanty “Good by. Mart. y lay, but I'll immer and then ain.’’ Mart worked on—and rer for } can cherish hopele wembered : intense, rude half meaning. | ries than and live on them in a half dazed way, lives like those 89. less men more sort ishly having iden of any culmination. So Mart dreamed on, all the while loving Sandy more tenderly, only sometimes growing | half afraid of the shrinking limbs | and weakening back, but still de-| ceived by the summer's fitful | strength. The fisher wives wondered as they | gossiped in their cottages at the! change in Mart “Wonder what do make the lass &’ quick stepped of late?’’ said weather beaten old dame. | ““An’ she’s brighter,” said another, | while the lanssies down at the village | were often heard to say, “Marts! fingers beat every Ings.” More than | one had spoke kindly to her now and one had given Sandy a plaything. | He often spoke words that were gra- | never self an one as she passed among the fishers, Summer quickly came, and the nets were again spread upon the beach: the lassies sang and joked as they mended with Mart beyond them | working, with now and then a glance at sea or at Bandy's face beside her ‘Say, Mart, wonder when picture man ‘Il come again?’ Mart wondered too He did come again, and Sandy laughed and was happy, and so was Mart. This time she was painted with Bandy in her arms coming neross the sands beyond the village to the shore and the drying nets. The body had the old tense attitude that made her picturesque when we first saw her in the dreary surround- ings at the old home, but the eyes were half tender, suggestive of what lay dormant in the half awakened nature, Very soon Mart's world wes over, It was a very little of life, after all. the “Well, Sandy, I'm come to saz good by again. Yes—going, Mart, But when the shore is bleak, and sens and shores gray—I'll come again for a different picture. Then I'll see you again-—you and Sandy. Good by.” As the winds becan to get colder and the sea a little grayer, Sandy began failing faster, until Mart could only leave him a little while and even then could hear his “Mart, I'm so tired!” The fisher Ind came by with kind words, but Mart turned away toward the sea, wntching the gray shadows that fell from sky to sea and the dulled surf along he shore. Sandy till the artist came a little Yoice tossing would again tne not live night as she lay y hii him her amed of being neross Sanday’s Im, close arms, she dre back at the old home beach with father's boat at sea. Sh clasping brown trong sirong und whips beside the querul mother, and gone down to the Point ~—a& miniature cape near. a picture of sunny, sparkling waters and a wretched ship the Of was thinking when a shadow fell across i nereves, and Ous Then came wide sands, shore, this she upon looking up she 8 bearing « wreck fell mainland, at past with the wreck i i 1 i bluck skeleton ship upon her. The shore Mart, nt the skeleton fic inning forthe grimly followin its wake the same time felt the Poin ing Immer quicksands ye i FPR, snent Mart's per mooring broken love out be feast : He HAG Deen ni and Sandy's Only a the long afore | OF noment arms the wife was reached had nearly he out of heroism was nearly were going , rescued come to the i stretched hands over when the fatal paralysis of superstitic came upon Mart, the black shadow of her dream again floated past, and rough hands drew her ashore almost tend. now. Stern grew pitiful and softened into tender lines. Dry eyes were wet. They touched her with awe--not for the tenderness they had withheld; not because she had passed out of their lives; not with pity for the supreme love that faces The and his wife walked reverently away; the again coming home welcoming cry. The come and gone, The artist slowly and boats were without the shadows were A Dissection of a Living Subject The people of Texcoce, Mexico, are greatly excited over the dissection of a peon named Antonio Vangose, while still alive. While a medical supposed corpse writhed and sprang to his feet shouting, “Don’t kill me.” The dissector en- deavored to put back pieces of flosh and sew up the incisions. The effort was of no avail, and the man died in two days. in agony A Successful Beekeeper, Near Evarts, Mich., there is a bee- keeper who keeps nearly 8560 colonies in seven different yards, and who raised over 20,000 pounds of honey this season, and who has not failed of getting a good crop for eighteen yoars past. A good sized black et butterfly will make a fashionable nnet. A DISTINGUISHED WOMAN OF THE PRESENT CENTURY. She Did Valiant Service During the Civil War and Became a Patriotic Platform Ovrator, Retiring From Active Life to Pursue Duties. Literary No woman was ever more appro- priately claimed by every portion of her own extended land than Mrs Mary A. Livermore. No woman was ever more widely known personally She has lived in the North. the the East and the West, ured arly Union, and even Eur claims upon her, for she in England and Scotland, and o: Soutl oe in. ne avery nas ject continent, Mrs two thoug it generation dell Phi She not only lived with Whittier, Longfellow, Low thorne through interpreters, Livermore is a generations with Wen- compatri Garrison and were ner Obs, F.merson, Haw- { their 01 JOTATiIes Mrs. Jn to but, hai ha ter r Dr. Oliver man of fork t ne ast iiterary wo De i8 Of A every « s paper, beside household duties hildren, at time furnisl ; ries and skeoetehes for periodicals Ww the work of the United States nitary ~om- th mission began ing work of HT r life, It was abot i imo lyceums, whiel lookout for asked her to go and riences in working forthe = condition that she was tire evening's procecds of the rommission not to be refused. went “1 had never dreamed body knew who [I was’ Livermore, in relating her experi- ences, ‘or that my experiences were of interest to anybody, until we be- gan to hdve our great sanitary fairs for the benefit of the commission. and then I began to read in the pa- pers that Mrs. Livermore had done this or that, and with the success of sur first fair began the real trials. ‘There had been a great deal of that the ilways on the frequently her novelties relate expe diers +7 have the en. for the benfit Such offers were 80 she always that any- said Mrs debt of no fears involved a there were of the fair had $10,000. But after the first $25,000, Everybody halls in which the fairs were held tional colors, and even the came to ask us if there was anything they could do to help us.” In beginning her lecturing, how- ever, Mrs. Livermore's interest in the suffrage question was by no means cooled She had in one savings bank $3,000 in her own right. She sho intended to establish a paper to be devoted to the cause of woman suffrage The result was a pronounced sue- cess for the Agitator. When in 1870 the Boston suffragists wished to es- tablish a paper there was nobody among them who felt competent to assume the responsibility, and Mrs, Livermore was asked to become its editor, Willlam Lloyd Garrison, son, Lucy Stone, Dr. Henry Black- | well and Mrs. Julia Ward Howe were | the founders of the Boston publica- | tion, but of them all only Garrison { had had any newspaper experience, | and Susan B. Anthony's Revolution in New York, was the only publica tion of the sort in the country, aside from Mis, Livermore's And now, career of forty after an active public years’ oneof America’s famous women decided to 1 13s r » less of a living Inost lias make herself a [it ds. of awoman witnessed progres sacrifice to public dema Such is { 1 vonderiul lif of the age who has i every gphere seen t y Hn WOmet lopment attitudes of ¥ 3 3 f " sintion fo: America a Hundred Years Ago Chinese Guilds, in fs liouses of Cin aspect 8, ana eautiful gardens The Pittsburg Voice. Residents in Washington are quick to note the idiosyncrasies in local ac- cent ns developed in the changing communities of the West and South They have discovered what is known as the Pitsburg voice, It is =a little sliding up tilt at the end of each sentence. From the lips of an Allegheny belle it makes a cheery and piquantefeature of the capital receptions, but gives a half pathetic turn to the utterances of her mamma and it is rumored that it sometimes adds a querulous note to the harmo. | nies of the household. Fanciful social philosophers have | tried to solve the Pittsburg up shoot. They say it is the result of traveling | by car up Jhe sudden inclines of the steep hills which surround, with their suburbs, the junction of the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers, They say that it is simply a gasno fot breath translated out of the murky atmosphere of the smoky city. There are even those who say that the Pittsburg voice is only an indication of the chronic apprehension of the trolley which residents labor undav, Why Tunnel! Rails Wear Out, Steel rails are known to have a short life in tunnel and other places into which the fumes from locomo- tives are discharged. This appears to be due to the conversion of the sul- phus in eos. into sulphuric acid, and the subsequent chemical action of the acid upon the steel, : All Yankee Quartermasters, When the two twin-screw stéamers of the American line, the Paris and the York naturalized, there were only two or three American citi zens with a r's who were thought to be competent to com mand them. The American line has decided to educate ambitious young na- tives of nautical inclination in art of transatlantic navigation, so that the will sot lack New becaine certificate masts the greyhounds of the future skippers, The born quartermasters on the New Hine has retired all its foreign. York and put in thelr places native Yankees, all under 25 years of age and all desir- Tho young men are togged in jaunty suits of blue, much like that of naval tar, and have an hereditary love of the salty air. They are well ed with consideration. The father of of them, P. M. Dickey of Massachusetts, was a clipper ous of becoming fourth officers the one captain and was lost at sea while on a Dickey has been fol he knew The father of J. T. Tan- ste vovage to India the ow to walk. lowing Be 10st since } per, another quarterma r, Was com- 1 mander of a whaler and was also lost The fa of T. P. Pratt of Maryland with his ship. Young Pratt has a strong liking for a sallor's life—above the forecastle, The yi New York Pennsylvania, ther at sea, went dow 0 nasters of Tis Horton of had traf ng on the schoolship rockett of York, served on 10 nited Btates Mais Saratoga; T. F. ( New w no nas ghip Dolphin, an " T. Ellis of who comes of fron Maine, A Little Thing. peak a phrase of ¥ use has al- war of hin fail who lke hing to sal omes by day hurt, there s yh €) An Important Difference, pakke it appar Beware of Olntmeuts for Catarrh The Contain Mercury, % . of esystem irfases. event on une asthe we good you » Catarrh y & On, d i= taken blood and A% tercur the sense and complet lors the who te IZ ramphist and ¢ Laboratory Din uucerra e s disappeared, : Wil ase rievds Karl's Clev Root sat blood purifier, gives frealin and clearness 1o the complex. wa and cure siistipation, 25 Cis, ola. 18. sthe 3 t go untidy on the ples that every- ug syrup ior children , reduces inflamme. teething, softens th } " 1 oolic. Ze. a bottle tion, aliays pain Ambition makes more sleepless nights than nevmn a For Whoonin ih, ys Cure is a sun sonal] yea] Dieixs, 67 Throop Ave, Brookiyn, N. Y., Nov. 14, 1804 Don’t contradict people even if you are sure you are right, If aMicted with sore eyes use Dr, Isase Thomp. son's By e-water, Druggists sell at 2c per bottle. Jorrowing is the canker and the death of svery man’s estate, Hattie Well and Happy Used to Suffer From Impure Blood and Eruptions of a Hattie Dancer 4 Lawrence Station, N. J, “ Jiood's Barsaparilla cured my child of Impure blood and eraptions on the bead. She would sorateh her head so that it would bleed. The sores sproad behind her cars, and the poor child suffered terribly. 1 8oo- tored ber the best 1 knew how but the sores did not get eny better. But thanks to Hood's Sarsapariila and Hood's Olive Oint. ’ - Hood's*+#*Cures- Sho ia an RT EE ER ET
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