TIME.
BLOSSOM
Oh the ble
When the
Rock the softy tin
Where the fruite
All the breeze
Q'er
WEIN
the sweet world of
blithe winds to and fre
wide flelds of
Snow of summer ax
Not the flak
Once that fill
Rounded out
Snow of
Acres of
Hidden des
Even fron
Many a pa
Broods be
Wings and so
When th
FRULCS
In the
{lie Governor's Pardon
oMice an’ ax de
unraveled the i
sysie m {
letter and
ing of
pression or
fori
Or iin
nis in
familiarity
Uncle
Dick Buckner?
moment
embrace :
ment. said.
fo’ gracious I jess dida't kuown
in yo' sto’ cloes
I took the old man back to the
hotel with me, and we spent the day
talking and--but I
beg your pardon the
breaking off ‘ personal
reminiscences are always a bore.”’
‘Go on,” said the major; '* when
people have reached our ages they
are entitled to their reminiscences.’
There was evidently a story in the
colonels mind that he needed little
urging to tell, but he gave a depre-
cating little wave of his hand as he
continued :
“I was just remembering Uncle
Ike's story about his young master,”’
he said. ‘'It was something so fine
and dramatic in its way, we should
say it was touched up if we saw it in
print, but I knew all about it in its
beginnings,
“You see, old lke's young master
and I were boys together, plantations
joined, and we were inseperable. “We
went to school together, hunted and
fished together, were beaten for the
same juvenile offenses, and when the
war came along we fought it out side
by side. 1 don’t think,’”’ said the
Colonel, slowly, “the good God ever
made a finer man than Billy Bayn-
ham--handsomae, clever, brave, loyal,
he was one of the men who capture
your fancy by their charms and hold
you by their real worth. There was
a fire and vim and enthusiasm about
him that carried everything before
them. Gentle and affectionate asa
woman, too, but under all his airy
sweetness of manner and geniality
was an Iron will and determination,
and once rouse his hatred, he was
implacable in his dislike.
“It goes without saying that such
a fellow as he should have a love af-
fair, and should love with all the
assionate dervor of his nature.
‘hat is it, Carrington, you beard-
sudden
and
Lihat
Mars ck! he
over old times,
Y said
abruptly
1 al
colonel
less the
the
and Billy
thoev
Hone of
quote from
OVE N.
youn:
French? ‘in
Cynics
love, one
consents to be | wed —
oth
r
loved It when were
:
began
shildren, and I think us gver
ib Of nd
You
1
10OU
t anvthing but Billy
Worthincton marry
see, he was altogether unex
t
i ing
of his infat
HOY er In
we any one else. She
the world for
him. and she held his heart in tlie
palm of her litt
“None
her that
iL,
he one
\ ,
the less of
coquette
n following af
Ho was
ne)
1oranie
woman
ourse we knew the par-
‘ulars of Diana Worthington's mar-
The estate, like
another South, was
swallowed up in maelstrom of
war. Old Mr. Baynham had specu-
lated in Confederate money, failed,
of course, died ; and when Billy came
home he was absolutely penniless.
Diana had no notion of wasting her
charms on an impecunious husband,
and a wealthy man coming along,
she married him. It was all very
commonplace and unromantie, and
—usual-=only, you see, I knew Billy.
“Well, I came on here to try to
retrieve my own fortunes, which were
bad enough, God knows, and 1 rather
lost sight of Baynham. Of course I
knew ‘he studied law, and after a
while was elected Governor, but I
SOON
the
the
{
!
day when I met Uncle lke, his old
body servant, as I was telling you.
possessions that had once been Bayn-
bam’s, all were gone; he had ab.
his iron will and determination to
succeed. He stayed for a few days
in the old home, gathering himself
together after the blow Diana had
given him, and then one morning he
called Uncle lke and his wife into
the house and explained to them his
plan. He was going into the county
town to study law. The old man
protested against 't, saying he would
starve, and indeed the chances looked
very flattering for it. But Judy-—
his wife~~who had carried Billy on
her tender black breast when he was
a baby, encouraged him init. So he
went. And, by Jove!” sald the
colonel, with his face alight with en-
'
thusiasm
the std
that old colored mi
simply, ant
fine part he an
than un child.
ie i
he
wile pia) wi in it
vnham went to the
nore jot
iinla ol
ent he hi
e
for himsel
red # «
GCVery
SR Ang
¢ horror, next
Tom
Afterward
toward Ap-
iy shielded himself
dying, and
eternity with the
Mas n
inted
behind it
dared not
secret
“4 wuz
death,’ said
WAS
o
on his .
in an’ about skeer’'d to
the old man when he
told me this, ‘but I knowed some.
thin’ mus’ be done to keep Marse
Billy from hangin’ that man,
went an’ retch down my coat
off de wall, an’ Judy, she saddle Ma'y
Jane-—~she's my mule—an’ I put off
to find Marse Billy. All dat night 1
rid, an’ de nex’ day till "bout dark,
till I come to de cap'tol an’ see de
light in de winder, an’ dere sot Marse
Billy. I cross up right clost to de
ginss an’ looked in, an’ I see dat he
looked kinder ole an’ wore an’ mighty
broke, an’ 1 ‘membered dat I ain't
neffer seen de light in his eyes nor de
smile on his face since Miss Di marry
so 1
home
‘eanse she done dat no woman would
what 1 come for, an’ I "clar to God,
an’ I ‘membered dere wa'r’t no time
to waste, an’ I pushed open de do’
and went in.
““Dat you, Ike?’ asked Marse
Billy, when he sse me; an’ I say,
* Yessir.” An'den he ax me what |
want, an’ I tell him an’ 1 say,
** Marse Billy, I come for Mr. Apple-
by's pardon.’”’ His face~hit looked
like death, hit was so white an’
drawed, an’ then he says ‘* Who's to
prove the truth of what you say?
an’ I answered, ‘De grave.” An’ then
I hear him say, right easy to hisself,
“My revenge is in my own hands—a
lite fora life—an’ they murdered
me.” Then he say out loud, “In a
few more hours your message would
bo too late~the scaffold is already
vou
'
nt
HK
STRAY BURROS
They Furnish a Desert Indian With
a Livelihood,
y has been
number have come
¢ y for water
care of them
+ 14
OF Noi
their owners
tification.
Sometimes they hav
outfits, showing the owns
been a tenderfoot that expected to
find a mountain of gold. The
visions in the packs John has always
appropriated after a certain time
and the burros he has sold to people
in the foothills to whom he
periodical trips. On
whole train burros
place, and the owners
found, that John
IFO.
makes
one Occasion a
came to
were never
cleared several
of
80
tree.
Old John is perfectly happy in his
desert home, and is well pleased to
their burros
He takes good care of the
long as
with them.
for at least a year, but keeps them
in case any one calls to claim them.
Figtree John's place.
EE a a
Babies AreCheaper Now.
———
There is asign in a photographer's
window in the city whose wording
might horrify those who are not in.
itinted and do not know that the way
of the advertiser is hard and his
methods to attract attention devious,
‘* Babes reduced to #2 a dozen,”
does not mean that such esmmodity
has literally been put at this low fig.
ure, but that likenesses of that num-
ber can be had at that price,
This word of explanation may be
timoly and avoid disappointment on
the part of those who may be in-
clined to take advantage of so genore
ous a sounding offer.
JESTS AND YARNS BY FUN iY
MEN OF THE PRESS,
His Air«-Easily Answered --Wanted
a Lunch--A Broken Engagement
~~Maring Success Ceriaii, Ete.
trainer. tl
turned
i i roodiy portion
How do they ac-
lisappearance
urities,
1s y
+
Duaddy—His trying to keep up ap
believe.
pearand es, |
THE SAME TO HIM,
“1 saw that Spiffins was going to
ask me to lend him some inoney, so I
checked him,” remarked Snaggs.
“Well, that was ail right,” replied
eld, "Spifins would as lief
have a check as the cash.”
COMPLIMENTARY.
Gent—Mademoiselle looks
beautiful every day
Lady-=Yoii have been telling me so
for a good many years. What a hor
more
with.
THE GOLDEN MEAN.
“What is the goiden mean we hear
“It must be a miser,’’
Iatter
replied the
THE WAY IT HAPPENED,
She--So you wouldn't take me to
be 20. What would you take me for?
He-=For better or worse.
soni.
Big Chance for American Sculptors.
There is the opportunity of a life.
time for that American sculptor who
ean secure the order to model the
statue of Washington which the
women of America propose to give to
the French government as soon as
funds for the purpose can be raised.
The Monument Association, of which
Mrs. Stephen J, Field is president,
has just issued a fresh appeal for
subscriptions,
a pte rt
Charlie Ross was stolen on July 1,
is74.
AN EMORMOUC
SHAKE.
r Swallowing a Small
Ox, and Put Into a Cage
'
} geograph-
» SWaliow s
s-hall miles
three Limes
train
ght
cary
fastest railway
weeks old, accompany the
their jong |
Professor Wang asks himself what
is the tmpulse which the
birds, alter the
ing season is over
ern climate. He does not think
is fear of cold—for many species
jnite as delicate as those which mi-
ourney
CAUSES
and molt.
north
brooding
to quit our
it
have an irresistible humor for travels
This is his idea of the fact, but
he can give no explanation,
One of Fashion's Tyrannies.
One of the tyrannies of fashion,
The weight
cloth necessary to line it; but four
hands are hardly enough to manipa-
late the folds in such a way as to
keep the skirt out of the dust, and
when a woman tries to accomplish
the task with two her gown is soon
forgotten in her cramped fingers and
she gives it up in despair. How any-
thing so totally unfit to be worn in
the street ever became a fashion isa
mystery to everyone except those
who manufacture the halrcloth, and
they must have reaped a harvest of
riches. But physicians have de-
nounced the heavy linings as injuri-
ous to health, and this, with the
good sense of long suffering and he-
roic women who have patiently tried
to endure the burden for fashion’s
sake, has brought about a decided
rosction against them, and the heavy
skirt must go.