MILLIE'S BABIES.
StelUto tfcni J kittens,
Oji to too ouli b1od,
TtxfT notfar It eSwujt prfdlDg about,
And brlnf thom no area a bono)
Sst aR In ths morning carl,
ISW4 00 Wl bto at night
JLnlHfaleHoua, Kttkli old pussy,
Bn4 avrar does anyUilag right.
UMeoa an alnr hunerj,
ibvr too Umld to oatott a txuwaa,
.sad KmIt mother Is audi an old gadder,
hf vont keep her m anr house.
CB. mm petted nor played with thorn,
Set waahed thom nlos and clean,
Swh stx UtUa dirty t sees
Ini aura I ha to oarer bood;
St UMla and, aad kittens,
Ufsttting In a row,
OoM and hungrx and dirty,
From Up of each none to each toe.
Twetro Uttlo ear and aU llttla tail
Hanging and drooping low,
80 out on the stops I found thom,
Sttlng all In a row.
And Mlllo begged hard to kdep them, '
And fed them and washed them so cloan,
Such six bright, cunning kittens
rm sure I hare norer seen.
Tho boys laughod at Smile's babies,
Bha eared not a whit, would your
If aha hadnt adopted those kittens,
tnutt m the world would they dor
X. F, Nolan In School and Home.
DORA'S CONFESSION.
I bad boon throo months at lido Hall.
It sounds llko a grand plaoe, but it
wmqI grand at all only a ruinous old
brick houso standing behind a row of
Bcrargr poplar trees on a dreary stretoh
of e&shoro, whore tho rocks broke tho
fldo Into whlto sheets of foam whon it
thundered up twloo a day, and tho very
rferubs in the ffardonworo sprinkled with
Belt spray when tho wind oamo from tho
can.
Hero, all olono. oxocnt for a deaf old
men who oamo to work in tho garden
sad bring ooal and wator, lirod Mrs.
Oadgott, my father's cousin, and hither
I had boon sent to take caro of her when
sb was stricken down with rheumatic
favor. Jonny, my older sister, hod ro
fawd to Ioqto Now York. "Just when
Fm (rotting along so nlooly in my art
school," said Bhe; and Georgiana had
laughed at tho idea. "Mo shut myself
tip at Tldo Hall liko a olam in its shell!
Sot whllo tho Euterpe sociables aro go
kig onr And my father and mother
had decided that Dora must go. Dora
tva generally" tho victim of tho family,
and there was nothing for it but for Dora
to submit.
"And boaidos," I could hear my moth
er whisper to my father, "it will bo a
great thing to get her out of Jock's way
for tho prosent.
, Bho thought I didn't hear, but I did,
roor Jacui 110 was, in his way, as
much of a victim ns I was. It really
wasn't Jack's fault thatthoofflcovsof the
bank whore ho was employed declared
Chat ho had no financial talont. Nothing
memod to go right with Jock. My father
called him a rolling stono who would
gather no moss. My mother said ho was
thoroughly InofQciont. Jonny and Georgy
Jaaghod at him, and wondered what Dora
oomd possibly boo in him. But I liked
him, sad I couldn't holp it.
80 whoa Mrs. Cad go tf a summons oamo
I Ibocght I might as well bo unhappy at
'JOo Hail as on Twonty-eoventh street.
I had plonty to do. All tho housework.
oxoopt what old Owen could do, fell to
my sharo, and my old relative roqulred
endless waiting on. But then, whon she
waa In hor moro genial moods, sho would
tall mo tho history of her old tapestries
ana antique furniture, snow mo her jewel
casket, and ovon permit mo to clasp
nround my neck a certain old necklace.
stained purplo with tho glow of ame
thysts, and outlined around with tiny
vrnito diamonds.
"It has boon In the Cadgett family, for
a nunarod ana lllty years," said Bho,
"My husband's niece, Jomima Oadgett,
expects to inherit it, but it is mine to
loavo to whom I please. And thoush
Jamima wants my jowols she isn't will-
, ing to oomo hero and 11 vo with mo I"
Nor was tho amethyst necklace all of
tha Cadgett Jewels. There was a soli
taire diamond, as large 03 a oherry stone,
est in a ring. There was An odd cameo
brooch and a pair of sleeve buttons of
"pigeons' blood" rubies, and a quaint
liKlo dagger with its hilt lncrustedin
small brilliants. I was nover tlrod of
looking at these trinkets.
"Yes, child, yes, they're pretty
enough," Mrs. Cadgett had said, "but
what uso aro they to an old woman like
mot I sometimes think it isn't safo for
ma to keep them hore in this solitary
pi&oa, ana only two women m tho house,
Only, to bo euro, nobody knows of
inemr
"Aro thoy very valuable. Aunt Cad-
grttf" askod I, for by that namo Bho had
Diaacn mo to call her.
"Thoy'ro worth a thousand dollars at
tho Tory loast," said she.
So that ono stormy night when n mas
cuHno figuro emerged out of tho flying
spray and deepening twilight closo to
uw Dues door, 1 gavo a great start
Owen had trudged to his homo and
was all alone, amusing myself, as I often
did on tho sly, by looking at Aunt Cadg
er's ornaments and trying their effect
on myself bofpro tho hall mirror, with a
strange breathless senso tho while of
- transgressing some unwritten law, for
the old lady never knew but that they
wore safely locked in her chiffonier, of
which I kept tho key. Of course, it was
wrong, but I was only 17, and I led such
a solitary life.
I had tho Jeweled dagger stuck through
my hair, and the necklace clasped around
my neok, and was holding tho candle
first this way and then that to catch the
coruscations of tho tiny facets, when
chancing to turn my head, I saw a face
flattened against tho window glass,
man's lacol
Tor a second my heart stood still.
was for a second only, however, for I in.
stantly recognized tho heavy black mus
teoho and merry, sparkling ' oyes of
jacic juornington.
"Oh, Jack! oh, Jack!" I cried, flying
to open tho door and let him in.
"Masquerading, oh?" said Jack, after
110 naa given me a hearty kiss.
"Ploaso don't tell of mo, Jack. I waa
only trying on Mrs. Cadeott's iewels.
Ono must do something in a lonely place
llko this," pleaded I.
'By Jgvol though, It is lonely," said
Jack. "I thought I nover Bhould find it
and I don't know now how I'm over to
get back to tho mainland."
"How came you here. Jack?" I asked.
"I wanted to seo you. Dora, to toll vou
good-by. Thoso beastly bank peoplo liave
rurnea mo out, ana I'm going to soek
my lortunor
""Where, Jock?" I questioned.
"Heaven only knows. I don't."
And, liko two silly children that we
were, wo looked at each other and burst
out laughing, I still in tho glitter of Aunt
Cadgott's Jewels, Jack warming his
chilled hands at the kitchen fire.
And then ho explained to me his plans
for tho future, and I promised to wait
for bis fortune to bo made, even if
were seven times soven years. And the
rain drovo in sheets against the side of
tho house, and tho thunder of tho rising
tide filled the silence llko tho constant
disohargo of artillery.
"You can never go away from hero in
mis storm, at this time of night. Jack.1
said I. "It's all ono can do to keep out
of tho quiokBanda by daylight, Owen
uoryv.
"Will tho old lady keep me?"
I shook my head.
"She has a horror of strangors," gaid I,
"iiunwoivt nan 11er.J0.clc I'll vuvst.
you up a bod of blankets and soft pillows
on this kitchen settee. You'll x very
comfortable, and you must be off beforo
daylight, lost Owen Ittnggiin should dis
cover you'. And, Jack, there's plonty of
bread and meat and now milk in the
cupboard, and"
"You ore a darling," saia Jaoic.
"Thero's Aunt Cadgott's cano thump
ing on tho floor," oricd I. "Her signal.
She wants me."
Aunt Cadgott was unusually oxactlng
that night. I thought I never should
get her settlod to her satisfaction, and in
tho midst of It I remembered that 1 had
left tho Jewel ooskot down stairs. Sup
pose that sho should tako a fancy to in
spect it, as she often did at night! I
trombled at tho idea.
Fortunately, howovor, sho did not, and
I crept quietly down stairs after she was
aslcop.
Jaok was asleep, too, lying in an un
consciously graceful attitude, with his
cheek pillowed against his arm, and
there whoro I had loft it, after wo had
both admired tho antique ornamonts,
was tho loather coso on tho dresser shelf.
"Thank goodness!" I said to myself, as
I put it back Into tho chliTonlor drawer
and noiselessly turned tho koy.
I sat beside- Aunt Cadgott's bod that
night, catching what scraps and frag
tnents of sloop I could, for her rheuma
tism rackod her fiercely and alio was to
tako her modiolus evory two hours,
And when I woko in tho oarly morning
sho was sweetly Bleoping, tho sunshino
streamed ohecrily across tho floor, and
Jaok was gone!
Dora, Bald Mrs. Cadgett to mo tho
uoxt day, "bring me my Jewel case."
I oMyed, thinking but Uttlo of tho
order.
"Open it," Bold tho old lady.
I opened it. There was only tho faded
Telvet lining with Its worn compart
ments. Not a trinket remained. I gavo
groat start.
"Ohl" I cried, "whero aro tho Jowols?"
"I suppose you haven t stolen 'em?
sakd Mrs. Cadgett.
"I?"
"Nor old Owen?"
Of oourso not."
"No ono elso has beon in tho houso?"
I looked at Mrs. Cadgett. Sho looked
at mo with eyes that glittered like
piercing dagger points. I fell, Bobbing,
on my knees', and buried my face in tho
bed olothes.
"Jack has been heo." said I. "He
slept In the kltchon that rainy night,
Ho saw tho Jewels. I was trying thom
on Ohl Aunt Cadgett, It was very
wrong and wicked of me, but I meant'
no harm! Ohl I'm quite, quite euro of
that! -And if any ono has stolen your
Jowols"
"No ono has stolen them, child," said
Mrs. Cadgett, with a sort of low, chuok
ling laugh. "Thoy'ro safo hero, under
my pillow, where I put them that night
after you brought them up horo. I man
aged somehow to tako tho key out of
your dross pookot and hobblo to tho chif
fonier after you wcro osloep. I know
there was a man down stairs I had
hoard his voloa and I thought my treas
ures would bo safest under my own hand,
Besides, I couldn't bear tho idea of hav
ing a sly traitor in the houso. You
haven't beon sly, Dora: you have been
confessing it all. Don't cry, little girl; I
forgive you."
But I don t doservo to bo forgiven!
I sobbed out. "I havo been sly. Give
your Jewels to Jomima Cadgott, ploaso
givo hor ovorythingl"
Mrs Cadgett smiled and Bhook her
bead.
"Now," said sho, "tell mo all about
this Jack."
And I told her, and sho comforted mo
with words of sympathy and kindly ca
resses such as I never had expected to re-
celvo from her.
That was last year. Jack and I were
married a month ago, and Aunt Cad
gott's wedding gift to me was the leath
ern case of Jewels. Jack is to bo overseer
of tho great Cadgett oroneo orchards
down in Florida, and Miss Jemima says
sho don t caro a straw who wears tho
jeweled dagger and the amethyst neck
lace, so long as Aunt Cadgett is suited.
Sho is so good about it. And as soon as
Aunt Cadgett is able to bo moved wo are
all going to Florida together.
And I am so happy 1 But Jack and
Aunt Cadgett both say I deserve It.
Shirley Browne in Tho Fireside Compan
iun.
Tear of Shame.
A weeping peach treo is ono of the
curiosities of Denison, Tox., and it is
stated that "a number o'f superstitious
persons bcliove that spirits operate upon
it." It is easy to account for tho treo's
emotion without referring it to the
spirits. It would not be strange- if a sen
sitive poach treo should bo moved to
tears as it reflected upon tho abandoned
way in which somo fruit dealers basket
peaches for the market tho big ripo
ones on top, tno uttlo hard ones below,
Tho only wonder is that moro peacli
trees do not weep. New York Tribune,
BURDETTE'S PHILOSOPHY.
NATC11AL. AS OAS.
"A strange and unaccountable story that
comes imn leias." is tno tltla of a news
paper IwRjelUng about a rose bush, near
Fort Hoifli, that when cut drins human
blood ; pronounced to bo real and truly human
oiooa uy the best chemists that ever tended
bar la Texas. We have rood the letter and
the affidavits of the apothecaries, but we
can't see anything strango or unaccountablo
in it, even to the story of the skeletons found
under the rose bush. All is explained when
it Is remembered that under tha old law of
1853 all the liars of Texas were banished to
Fort Worth.
BfOBT AND POLITICS.
"I can't see," complained Hollo's sister,
looking up from the paper she was read inc.
"how you can toll, when tbey name so many
horses after great men, when the paper
speaks of the horse and when it refers to the
man who la named after him." "What does
it sayf" asked Hollo, who was beginning to
tell time by tha clock himself. "It says:
'Russell Harrison and Danlal Voorhees,' " re
plied his sister, referring; to the papor. "Oh,"
said Rollo, as ho turned to his English gram
mar again, "that's the horses, of course. If
it meant tha-aaen, the editor would have said
'Uub Harrison and xtoosler Dan.'"
baa!
The governor of Harvard university, who
oiways comes to Tne .Eagle when be is stuck
on a rocky one, to use his own expression.
wants to know why the lovers in Virgil's
pastorals were shepherds I Because, governor,
the lover and tha shepherd aro alike devoted
to she praising. We'll take a degree for that
cay aoont kj in. the shade.
OUOUT TO BE TUnOTTLED.
William llongein, of Baltimore, advertises
that his wire Anne has left his bed and board
and he will pay no debts of her contracting.
That's the second tune within twelve days
that Ann Ilengeln has run away on that same
division of the Pennsylvania railway.
HAnoOWlNQ NEWS.
The tramp leaned over the old rail fence.
and as the weary plowman came near on his
monotonous round hailed him: "How do you
uxe it, rurrows you've got!" And the w. p.
said he was only following it up to see what
his snare would coma to.
OPTICAL CILUSI0N.
"Doctor," saia a despondent patient, "I be
lieve I'm going blind.'' "Bah," said the doc
tor, impatiently, "that's all in your eye.
Burdette in Brooklyn Eagle.
Not a l'IenluK Feature.
' My lore hath eyes which rlral stars,
liar oheeks would shame the rosa;
IXjt I must needs confession make
I do not like her "noes."
Philadelphia Itopubllc.
A Fratty Um.
Voice Catching anything I
Fisherman ya malaria. The Epoch.
A COUNTRY SCHOOL
Pretty and pale and tired
She slta In her itlft backed chatr,
While tho blazing summer sun
Shines In ou her soft brown hair,
And the little brook without,
That she hears through the open ilocr,
Mocks with Its murmur cool
Hard bench and dusty floor.
It seoms an endless round
Grammar and A, D, 0
The blackboard and the sums,
Tho stupid geography;
, Whon from teacher to little Jim
Not one of them cares a straw,
Whether "John" Is Irt any "cose,"
Or Kansas In Omaha.
For Jimmy's bare brown feet
Are aching to wade In the stream.
Where the trout to his luring halt
Shall leap, with a quick, bright gleam;
And his teacher's blue eyes stray
To tho flowers on the desk hard by,
Till hor thoughts hare followed her eyes
With a half unconscious sigh.
Hor heart outruns the clock,
As she smells their faint sweet scent;
Sut when hare tlmq and heart
Their measure In union bent?
For time will haito or lag,
Like your shadow on the grass.
That lingers far behind,
Or flloa when you fain would pass.
Havo patience, restless Jim,
The stream and flsh will wait;
And patlonco, tired blue eyes
Down the winding road by the gate,
Undor tho willow sad
Stands some ono with fresher flowers;
So turn to your books again.
And keep lore for the after hours.
AFTER MANY YEARS.
On the oxtrome point of tho Iloadlands
was a ragged bowlder, standing, as it
wero, at anchor, for tho salt waves beat
in a circlo round its base; and on its sum
mit, swinging out with a daring reck
lessness that would havo been appalling
to timid, inland folk, a sturdy youth
wearing tho rude garb of a fisherman
that was Harry Melville. Ho broko out
into a BQiig a rude, nautical thing; but
tho old timo air was sweet, and tho voice
that sung it wondrous clear and reso
nant, ringing out llko a trumpet peal
abovo tho dash of tho waves, yet sweet
and tender as tho noto of n, wood thrush.
Over and over again ho trilled the quaint
ditty, until every echo oaught up tho
strain, and the whole place- and the
groat sea itself seemed thrilling with
melody.
Just then tho door of tho old farm
TimiQA owimfy niun lnfflnty mit n lirrrw1
w . r j .. 0 o
flood of lamp light and a slender girl's
ugure; and an Instant later this self
same figuro, quaint and prim in its gown
of gray, stood, just behind tho singer.
lie sang on, utterly unconscious.
"Harryl"
Ho was near losing his balance, and
his song caino to i sharp and sudden
ond, leaving tho closing night in silence,
The girl broko into a merry laugh.
"Well, Syria?' ho asked.
"Nothing only supper is waiting, and
Aunt Sarah is growing impatient," she
replied.
"Oh, that's alll" The eager light died
out of his oyes, leaving thom gloomy
and abstracted. "I do- not want any
supper; I'vo made up my mlud, Syria."
bho gavo a quick, gasping breath, but
f aco and voice wero quiet.
"Well, Harry?"
"I'm going!"
"Wliott?" '
"At daybreak."
Her very lip3 paled, and her slender
fingers shook and tremblpd, but her eyes
remained truo and steady.
"Well," sho answered slowly, "God
bloss you, Harry!"
Tho boy stood silent, his oyes fixed on
tho far coast line, whero tho red sunset
fires wero slowly burning out, his
thoughts busy with tho past. Ono night,
especially, stood out clear and vivid-
wild, stormy night, when tho sky was
liko ink, and tho mad sea thundered un
til the old farmhouce shook to its very
center. They wero down on tho strand.
his father and a half dozen fishermen
himself, a sturdy lad, following liko a
young spaniel. Hard work lay before
tho men, A stately vessel- lay out on
tho bar, and tho strong gjujo was driving
ner to pieces.
Boat after boat started out as her
booming guns begged for assistance, but
eaoh ono was swamped or driven back,
It was moro desperation, an old sailor
said; no boat could Btand such a gali
they could do nothing. His father
ohuckled to himself, and bringing out a
sturdy craft of his own, placed himself
at its helm, and went out into tho dark
ness, never to return again, the men
averred; but Harry did not beliovo it
Ho had novor known his father to fail.
and ho sat down amid tho crash and
roar to watch and wait. And not vain
ly, for by and by tho sturdy boat beat
its way UacK, bringing only one trophy.
a little sea waif that tho old man had
picked up a tiny girl dhild with flaxen
hair and bluo oyes.
Tho rough men boro her up to the old
tarm nouse, Harry trotting on behind
and before day dawn the booming guns
wero silent, for tho stately vessel, after
a bravo fight, had gono down beneath
tho hungry waves.
Capt. Melville and his wife could do
nothing moro or less than -to adopt the
littlo storm gift and bring hpr up as
tneir own cnuu. to they called her Sy
ria, after all; and as sho merged into
maidenhood the lads called hor the
"bello of tho ocean."
Sho and Harry had been sister and
brother for ten years, eating their frugal
supper from tho samo porringer, and
sharing tho samo bed in childhood.
"Yes, the, Black Dragon sails at day
break and I'm going in her, Syria," he
said, his eyes solemn and tender and his
voice tremulous.
Tho girl stood silent a moment; then
putting tlio question with a forced laucl:
"now far aro you going, Harry?" she
said. "When do you expect to corno
DOCKf
"The Black Dragon's bound around
tho world, I beliovo," ho responded, "and
as to coming back well, it will bo years
ocioro 1 seo 1110 Headlands again,
guess."
Then a sudden light blazed up in his
eyes.
"Shall you miss mo when I'm gono, do
you iiiinn, eyriar ' 110 asked.
A swift rose color bloomed In hor fair
cheeks, and her eyes overflowed with
tears.
"Harry," sho said, her voice sweet
with unspoken tendernoss, "I'm super
stitious, you know. I want you to tako
tins witli you," unclasping a slender gold
chain from her neck. "I always hod u
fancy that this Uttlo trinket possessed
somo hidden charm. Put It oq your
nock, please, and if you over aro left to
the mercy of tho wild waves, it will save
you, may be, as it did me."
At moonriso everything was ready,
and with his knapsack strapped across
uis snoutaers, Marry 6tood in tho door
way,
"Good-by, father!" his voice husky,
"Uood-by, Harry. Mako a man o'
yourself beforo you cast anchor again."
"Ay, ay, father!"
Then ho broko down, and pulling his
cap over his eyes Btrodo away without
another word.
One after another tho seasons followed
each other. Tho gray moss on the old
tarmhouso root grow lamer and thicker
fho old captain was getting rheumatio
and dozed away the uftornoons In the
chimnoy corner, and Aunt Sarah was
losing 6om!thIi)g of her old bustling ac-
Beautiful Svrlal Tho nromiso of her
girlhood wns bolng dovolopod Into glori
ous maturity But sho mlght.havo been
pearl, ns tlicy called her. in hor loy
secluslvcness. for all tho human feeling
she seomed to assess.
Every day tho Black Dragon was
lookod for, and overy ovoning brought a
disappointment.
At last, ono golden afternoon, when
sunlight streamed in yellow bars over tho
sanded floor, and Syria had looped back
tho curtains with clusters of scarlet ber
ries and sprays of wintergreen, and
ranged tho golden pippins in long rows
ou tho mantle, In tho very midst of their
expectation tho tidings camo, brought
from tho city by n Ilsherman. Tho Black
Dragon, homeward bound, took firo Just
under tho lino, and overy soul on board
perished. Hurry would nover como
homol
A sllenco moro solemn than death foil
on the old farm houso. Aunt Sarah sunk
beneath tho blow into f eeblo second child
hood, and tho old captain grew moroso
and sullen. Syria alone boro tho blow
bravely. Fair and whlto as a pearl, she
moved about with sealed lips and solemn
eyes, taking all tho heavy household
cares upon her slender Bhoulders and
working from dawn till twilight. Then,
when tho hush of night brooded over tho
great sea, bIio took her solo recreation.
Gliding down to tho beach, she would
clambor to tho top of tho rough bowlder
and sit for an hour looking out to sea,
with her poor oyes full of piteous' expec
tation. "No," sho said, "I won't forget; he'll
como by and by; my littlo charm will
bring him I will wait."
At last thero camo an afternoon black
with portentous omens.
"I never bco sioh signs as theso at the
Headlands only oneo nforo, and then we
had a galo that Just shivered things
and wo aro going to have it again."
Tlio old flshorman was correct; about
sunset It came, with a thundering crack
and crash, as if tho very Jicavcns were
being rolled together.
"Tho guns have ceased," ho said, put
ting on his oilcloth coat. '"Tho poor
ship's gono. I am going down to the
shore to seo what tho boys aro doing."
"A bad night, cap n," ono of tliemsaid
as ho nnd Syria approached.
"Poor luck, captain poor luck! Wo
tried putting out the boats, but it was no
go tho galo was too hard. Wo picked
up only that chap, and ho s done for."
Syria s eyes followed his pointing fin
ger, and bohcld stretched upon tho wet
sand the figure of a man.
"Hob nfft dead, father! sho cried.
"Thero's warmth hero Indeed thero isl
Lot's tako him up to tho house and try
to save him."
"Do as she bids you," said tho old
man; and tho men obeyed.
" 'Tis ho your son Harryl Don't you
see? Will you wasto your precious time?
Let us work and save himl" sho said.
And they did. By and by a faint
warmth diffused itself over his body; a
dim rod shone in his palo cheeks, and ho
murmured, Just abovo his breath;
"Syrlal Syrial I am coming!"
Syria heard htm, and without a word
or a sigh dropped in a dead faint at ids
very feet.
In a few days ho entirely recovered
and related his adventures. He had
made his fortune and was coming homo
to stay, and no ono was more happy than
Syria.
nut turoo weeks after thero was a
grand wedding at tho old farmhouse,
Capt. Harry Melville received for his
brido Syria, the foundling, tho beautiful
"hello of tho ocean," and their cup was
full. Waverley Magazine
fi
Und Lost nis.Grlp.
A middle aged man with a troubled
look on his face stood on the corner near,
the Central dopot and attracted the at
tention of a passerby who inquired:
"Can I do anything for you, sir?"
"Stranger," said tho man, "I'vo lost
my grip."
"Oh, brace up," said the other in a
cheery volco, "you'll get hold again if
you push In. It happens to us all some
timo or other.
"I'm afraid I'll nover get it again,'
said tho-other, sadly.
"Nonsense, man. Don't glvo up now,
when they've Just discovered the elixir
of life," advised his friend. "Tako hold
again liko a man."
"What air you talking about?" askod
the other. "I lost my grip with four
new shirts in it, a new waistcoat, a pair
of suspenders and my wife's photygraf t.
Just givo me a chanco, and you'll see
whether I'll tako hold of it or not," and
ho walked off with a suspicious look at
his late adviser. Detroit Freo Press.
A Fortunate Woman.
"There," said tho now lady of the
castle, "aro tho graves of the former
owner's ancestors. My ancestors," sho
added, proudly, "aro all living." Har
per s Magazine.
lie Got It.
Among the passengers on a western train
yesterday was a woman very much over
dressed, accompanied by a bright looking
nurso girl and a sou willed tyrannical boy of
about 8 years.
Tho boy aroused the indignation of the
passengers by hU continual shrieks and kicks
and screams and his vlciousness toward bis
patient nurso. He tore her bonnet, scratched
ner nanus ana nnauy spat in her face with
out a word of remonstrance from theaiother.
Whenever tho nurse manifested any firm
ness the mother chided her sharply. Finally
the mother composed herself for a nap. and
about tho time the boy had slapped the nurso
for tho fifth time a wasp came sailing In and
flew on tho'wlndow of the nurse's seat. The
boy at once tried to catch it.
Tho nurso caught U& hand and said, coax
lugly; "Horry mustn't touch.. Bug will bite
Harry."
Harry screamed savagely and began to
1. 1 J , At !
niva. nuu puuuu vuo uunw.
Tho mother, without opening her eyes or
luting ner head, cried out sharply:
"Why do you teoso that child so, MaryJ
ijec nun navo wuat no wants at once."
"But, ma'am, It's a"
"Let him havo it. I say."
Thus encouraged Harry clutched at the
wasp and caught it, Tho scream that fol
lowed brought tears of joy to the passengers'
eyes.
The mother awoke again.
"Jlorv." she cried, "let him have Itl
Mary turned in her seat and said, con-
iu&euiyi
"Bo's got It, ma'am!" Boston Journal.
She Wus Heading About the President,
.Nantucket is smiling at a little advent
ure
kil jjuif. jiurrisua uc mat place, 'mere
is a
- - ..uw.u viiojr oil
baskets of odd shapes, and It Is the custom
Bell
with visitors to buy them as souvenirs of the
place. Mrs. Harrison wandered In there
alone the other day, and looking over the
baskets, asked tho funny old woman who at
tends tho store, and who Is of herself a char
acter wortu seeing;
"What is the price of this basket P holding
uuu up.
"Marked on the bottom."
ply.
Mrs. Harrison repeated the question, and
the woman, with a most annoyed expression,
glanced up from her paper and sold: "It's
marked on the bottom; I can't be bothered
to stop and answer questions; I'm reading
about the President's trip to Bar Harbor."
St. Louis Republic
On the Tele-a-Tete.
Alice Oh, I have begun taking French
lessons!
Grace How nice I Who is your teacher!
Alice nerr August Stauftenbergeusteia
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