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,
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Don’t contradict people even if you are
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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-
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did not get eny better. But thanks to
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