Lines to the First Fly of 1H79. Dance on tny nose with you ' inkling loot. blue tsittle fly' Sing in my car* with your buss to greet Me. ns ir. VtHi will seek me out in my *lork retreat, With an eager zee) I hut no screen can tieat, Ami I try to slnp you clear into th sweet, Sweet, by-anil-bye. f haven't seen you since 'seventy -eight, Little house fly; Anil I see you now with the bitterest hale You can defy. Oh, how I lutte you, nobody knows, Author or hull of my summer woe**, Oh, how I prayed that you might be I rose, Villainous fly. All through the winter you did not lrcwse, Not much, Mary Ann. Now all the summer you'll do as you please, That is your plan. When, in the warm afternoons, we would sleep, Near us your wakefbleet vigils yon'll keep; Precious is sleeping, but waking is cheap, Sleep, man, it you can. Oh. how I wish that uiy two broad hands, Spread left and right. Stretched from tlx- poles to fciquator's lunula, Giant* of might. Some summer day in my wrath I would rise, Sweeping oil space with my lmiuls of sire, And smash all the uncounted million of flies Clear out of sight. Vain arc my wishes, oh, little house fly. You're hard to mash; Strongmen may swear ami women may cry, •Teething their gnash; But into the house your friends you'll lug, You'll bathe your feet in the syrtip jug, And your cures you'll drown in llie Iwbv's mug, Cheeky and brash. Still, precious lessons, dear little house fly, You leach to me. lluled or loved, you tell me that I Happy may tie. Why should 1 lore, wlmn 1 tickle a nose, Whether it* owner's eonduct shows That he like** it or hates it, just so it goes Pleasant to me. •This line should read: "Gnashing their teeth," Imt a little |sK-tic license waa Decenary to bring in the rhyme. Burlington Hau-kryt. TILT.Y. " Asked Tilly?" " Y*"s, actually I heard him myself Did you ever!" Miss Rosic Green, for an answer looked unutterable tilings. Miss l\>si* Green took oft her sundown and fanned herself vigorously with it. Sh*- looked warm; her faee was flushed with feeling no less than with the weather. She anil her sister w-r<- no longer as youthful as their names suggested. Moreover, irri tation brings out the lines and wrinkles of a face, and it is unquestionably irri tating to l- passed over for a slip of a thing with a doll-baby faee, not one's own flesh and hlfNsl at that. "* it's all pa's fault." Miss Rosie pur sued. presently. "He does spoil that girl so abominably. There will Ik- no enduring her presently." "I shouldn't Is one fiit surprised if Mr. Leonard makes so much of Iter just to please pa. Men are such time-servers. Of course it's to his interest to keep in pa's giHiil books." "There they go now!"' cried Mia* Reisi*- in an excited whisper, flying to the window, anti fs-eping through a crack in the shutter. " For goodness' -ake. don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you look at her." "I don't care whether site si-es moor , not —not a rush. Tiiat old pink calico •in! Ido tli ink sin- might have had t In decency to make herself look respecta ble. riding out with pa's young man." "Pa's young man! What away to put it!"i " Well, isn't he, for the present? He's reading medicine in pa's office, I'm sure, and In-takes the messages that are left, ami tells pa afterward. For my part. I think be is bound to be civil to pa's daughter's." W ell, In- is being civil to one of them." " Yea. That's the worst of the way pa treats Tilly. It's real unjust to us. Hateful little piece!"' A ease of cruel step-sisters, you are thinking. However, there was no tic either of blood or of marriage in this in stance. Dr. Green had adopted Tilly, brought her with liini when he moved to Wood bridge fifteen years ago. She was a mere baby then, and his wife was still living, and cared for th*- child like her own. She was a motherly soul, and loved babies. Hep own girls had left infancy half a scon of years behind them. Since h* r death lift- hnd not fx-en ■osmooth for Tilly. Perhaps th** Green girls would have hc*-n kind to another person in the same situation, but th*-y certainly made life a burden to their lit tle adopted sister. There is no account ing for likes and dislikes. It did not prove Tilly morally deficient because site aroused the worst feelings in Rosie's ami Posie's nature*. It is an unpiensnnt mystery why certain antagonistic na tures should Is- subjected to eertnin ex asperating frictions. There arc those wliotii it sets wild to fee I the down of the peach. Others bite through the skin with unalloyed enjoyment. Mr. l^-onard—lie hop*-*! to Ik* Dr. Leonard this time next year—drove a fast horse liefor*- a shining new buggy. It was a bright day. anil he had a pretty girl beside him. ills spirits rose to the level of the occasion. Tilly and lie laughed and talked in n way that would have driven Miss Posle frantic. I specify Miss Posie, because h-r sister had ac quired two or thn-e years' additional resignation in which to h*-ar th*' ills of spinstorhood; wall-flowering had be come almost a second nature. Hut Tilly laughed on regardless. She was happy. John I/Ponard was the handsomest, best mannered. the Ix-et-dressed young man she hnd ever 1 nown. and he had singled her out r hi i-speeial favor. She was willing to believe anything of an nuspi eious fate. John 1/onard compared her mean while to a wild rose, her hlooin was so exqnisitc, h<-r whole cffi-ct so dainty. Her large dark eyes were wonderfully bright and shining. I am afraid she wan quite unaware how much they •vowel as she raised tliein to John * face now and again. Prudence should have kept them averted. " I burned my finger to-day," she ■aid, displaying it, "taking the baked custard out of the oven." "Why. the poor little finger I And rach had stuff ** custard is, alter all." | "Do you think no? I'll likes it." "Yes. So did my mother. She al ways considered it iui csptwijl treat. I was a tender-hearted chap. It made me unliappy Itecausß I hated it; It seemed " "Pllly thought this delight (hi trait. •• We often have custard." she pursued. •It's so hard to think up new kinds ol desserts." , " And a great waste brains. •' l'erhaps it is. I often wish I had more time for improving my mind." •• You should take the time," dogma tised John. He had had it on Ids mind to say this. It struck him that Tilly's education was shamefully neglected. Site wrote a wretched, scratchy little hand; she stumbled in reading aloud an ordinary newspaper paragraph ; she had once committed herself to the opinion that Vienna was in France. It was strange that beauty eouhjMteso illiterate I —strange ami a shame. The poor child 1 was kept drudging from morning till : night, rooking, sweeping, dusting. Why didn't those two sisters of hers nut their ; shoulders to the household wheel P It l was all they were good for. Some one ; had said that Tilly was not old Green's <>wn child. The more fool she to wear herself out in his service; hut women ! were apt to he finds; they would slave ; themselves to deatli for any man who ] gave litem a kind word. At least so his I mother had always said. And old (iron was certainly affectionate enough to the girl. Poor little tiling, who | could help Isdng good to her? All tills, 1 while he kept up at the same time an ! animated conversation witli Tilly. Nor was that the last drive they took together, lie asked iter all the oftener when he saw it made the "wicked sis | ten," as he dublHsl them, angry. As it ! proved, lie askisl Tilly far oftener than was good for her. This was only an episode with him; with Tilly it was the most real experience of her life. John j IjConard seldom talked of his plans, hut slie had mappist out his career for him. When lie graduated in medicine he ! should become her father's partner, and finally relieve her father of the burden ! of Ids practice, and then—and then ! Tilly always herself shared these air | castles with John. This was a long, long time ago—he fore the war, almost; accurately, at the very breaking out of the war. Those drives occurred during the April and May when the first regiments were put in the field. At tirst John hunanl, who was an (Englishman. escaped th*- war fever. 1 >-t these brothers tight out 1 their own family quarrels. Hut gmdu , ally the soul of the war clarions "passed ; into his blood." He must have a hand lin this himself. A man must In* long somewhere. So he coolly informed Dr. Green one day that lie hail enlit*si; h<- was going to light f**r his shoulder straps. "As for my diploma. I'll wait awhile for that." The doctor told him he was mad, ami urgeil him at least to wait a year. Ilut much recked John; it is a waste of words to answer a young man except ac cording to his folly. John was an ardent Soldier hy this time. He had come to America to s**-k his fortune; perhaps the wav to it lay along the path of glory. When lie came to bid Tilly"good-bye, .she hurst out u. Miss Rosie? Rctnemlx-r. you may never see tne again." Anti he actually kissed her t*si. lie ' wanted to put it out of her power to tease poor Tilly. She had been guilty *>t the same impropriety herself. Poor Tilly w'as wretched, wretched, after lie was gone. Hut she was huoyed up hy hop*-a and visions. She hall a brave picture, too, of John which lie sent her when lie was made a lieuten ant. Oh. how proud she was when that came! She never forgot that speech of John's about improving her mind. She trbsl hard to find time to do so H*t favorite method was the composition of letters to John, which were never sent, in the course of which she would lalsiriously liunt out in the dictionary nearly the words she wanted to Use, to insure their correct spelling. She also endeavored to find time to read such light lit*-rntiir as was contain*-*! in the weekly paper of the household. She read tit*- love stories, to be sure, with an especial -/est apart from their purpose as educators. They struck a kindred chord. One day John I*ennard received in camp a copy of this same pa|x-r- the Wood bridge ,NVi/-.. It ontaim-damark ed paragraph. "G*hml gracious!" ho said, reading it, "old Green's dead. How fearfully sudden!" His particular chum, Lieutenant Phil Rom, was standing lor. This gentleman was a cormorant of fact*—a trait which the thoughtl**s are apt to confound with curiosity; hut I contend that there is a difference between inouisitivenes* and acquisitiveness. Mr. Ross stretched out liis hand for the paper. " Old Green? Hum! ah. yes—Dr. Green! HyJove! * Philhrick Green, for merly of (reenhriT. New York.' I knew the man. I hail from Greenbrier myself. So he has turned up again, lias he? ' Wood bridge, Rockland county, Pennsylvania.' H*-*-n in Woodbridge. ell? What ever took you there?" "I studied medicine in Dr. Green's : office. There was an excellent opening for a country practice." " ls-t us see: he had two daughters— Rosie and P