- St. Talent lie's Moraine. With a mule eaow the morning ol Vol an Hue' day. And ilaaaUngly white grew the snow 'neeth the son. And the ioiclee gleamed in • wonderful way, i\e though a young rainbow were troao In eaoh one. When Net lie Lee drew her red hood o'er her head, And wrapped np the baby In warm woolen cloak ( The mietreee was (till sound asleep in her bed). ' And alipped out, never dreaming of Barney O'lioke. Ol courec not! Why ahould ehe? She'd not known him long. And' when round the corner a-amiling ho came, Dinner pail in his hand, on his lipe an old eong, Hor heart gave a leap as he called 00l hor name. ' ' Oh, well, snre it's lock to be meetin'you here, The first girl I've seen on St. Valentine's day. Did yon meet e'er e boy 'lore you met me, my dear?' "An' what U I did !" was all Nellie would eay. Ask the wise little birds;" and he laughed in her eyee, Then bent o'er the baby and gave it a kiss. A kin ?—three or tour, till in baby surprise It gased at him, thinking, " What uncle is this?" Then away sent my lad, and my laesio flew home In a moment to take otT her hood and her shawl; And the mistress not yet to her breakfast had come, And so never knew Nell had been out at all. Aud though not once that day rang the post man the bell With a lew tender linca cr a bit ola verse. " What matter? I know that the kisses,' Mid Nell, " Barney gave to the baby were meant tor the nurse." Harper'l H ttkly. A PYRAMID OF CABBAGES. " Why, where nre yon going, Isabe' RaatmnnP Not into the farm-yard, amelyf" " Yes, Miss Lottie Mayell, I am going into the farm-yard, surely," replied Isabel, with a mischievous light in her big gray eyes, and a charming smile on her prettily curved lips, as she opened the gate leading to that place. "No where else can we be confidential with out running the risk of being overheard. The farmer's family are in the orchard; Charley and a half-dozen of his play mates are playing in the flower garden; there's a young couple in the parlor at the piano, he making love, and she not making music, and a still younger couple whispering and giggling in the bay-window; anntie is in my room en joying 'Splendid Misery;'and grandma is in auntie's room dsraing stockings. And so, if you really want to hear "tight away' why I am here instead of at one of my nsnal summer haunts, you must e'en follow me to the farm-yard. Besides which "-speaking %rith in creased animation —"I have lately, strange as it may seem to yen, devel oped quite a passion for farm-yards." "It doesn't seem at all strange to me, my dear, for during our ten years' friendship you've always been develop ing some odd passion or other. Bui I've never lost faith in you. Lead on; I'll follow." And stepping daintily and gracefully, unimpeded by trains or demi-tralns, the young girls threaded their way through the crowd of hens and chickens holding a loud and lively conversation prepara tory to going to roost; past the cows waiting to he milked, and turning their beads to look after the intruders with great solemn brown eyes; and old Low bead, the white horse, sinking his thirst at the water trough—to the extremcend ok' the yard, where a pile of cabbages, neatly arranged in the form of a pyra mid, confronted them. " Behold," said Isabel, stopping be fore it " how nature lends herself to art! (That sounds well, though I don't know now as it means anything.) This mighty structure, formed of the green and succulent cabbage, is no donbt the work of some hnmble field-laborer, who, having read of the pyramids of fCgypt—incited thereto, no doubt by the newspaper paragraphs about our own dear obelisk—has sought to vary the monotony of cabbage life by build ing as cione an imitation as bis material would allow. Let ua hope that this flight of imagination may lead to a higher one, and thmt the cabbage man, like the batter woman, may meet with public recogni tion, and at last I* crowned with a wreath of laurel. Often from the hum bleat sources sprins the .greatest works of genius. Burns— Lottie." breaking off suddenly, and assuming a cheerful tone —"why do 70U break in upon my elo quence with rude and unseemly laugh ter? 1 was about to repeat to you Long fellow's last poem; now I won't. See what you frivolity has lost you! And take a scat on tbe extnoe base of the pyramid (I prefer the mound of sods in this secluded corner, sacred to some tbody's rake and hoe), while I go back to the commonplace.'* " Thank you, Bell dear, I'll share the soda with 70a, if you please. I have an idea that a oabbage would prove a very uncomfortable seat under any circum stance*. And do go back to the com monplace, that's a darling, for I'm dying to know what happened since wo parted an age ago." "An age ago I Ono year and a half exactly. I was then engaged to Claude Venner. Pretty name, isn't itP And he was a pretty little fellow, with nice curly hair, and lovely blue eyes, with lashes long enough for a bang, small dimpled hands, and not an idea in his little round head. My mother—with all due deference I say it—and his mother to whom I accord much less deiercnco —made the match when I was eighteen, and 1 unmade it at twenty. I never loved Claude. How could IP And he never loved me. How could hoP We were the victims of circumstances and match-making mammns, and two mor tals more unlike it would be hard to find. He was the most conventional of men, and would have nearly died if at one of those dreary dinner parties in which his soul delighted someb dy had whispered to him that his back hair wasn't parted straight, while I have often been strongly tempted to shock the full-dressed guests, at the very start, by asking for more soup. "Well, last June, at Newport, my diminutive friend Eda Smythe, with a head the exact counterpart of Claude's, appeared upon the scene, and she and my betrothed fell in love with each other at first sight. Mtimnia fretted and fumed and scolded, and asked me, with tragic emphasis, how I could look calmly on and see so many thousands of dollars being lost to the family, for she was sure that nrtful mink would persuade poor deai Claude to elope or something; but I continued to look calmly on, until one evening Claude, with a deep sigh, kissed Etta's hand as he bade her' good-night,' when I turned suddenly upon them and hade them fol low mo to my room. There I forgave— quite in the manner of a stage parent— the infatuated midgets their base du plicity, gave them my blessing, kissed them both; and as soon as they, beam ing with joy, had departed, I, aiso beam ing with joy, and not quite in the man ner of a stage parent, except perhaps a Pinafore one, executed a pirouette—a mad, revolving pirouette—in honor of my newly acquired freedom. Mamma was awfully angry, but they're' awfully happy, and they've named the baby after me. My chains (they were never very heavy. I must confess) broken beyond repair, I flirted more than ever, ail the time growing as weary as could he of hear ing the same compliments and making the same replica, and doing this thing in the morning.nnd that in the afternoon, and the other in the evening, and at last I fled from the old familiar throng precipitant.y one rainy day, leaving my maid to pack my wardrobe and follow. And I determined that this summer I would try pastures entirety new. Auntie had often tcld me of the pleasant, oid fasbi nod farmhouse which she dis covered years ago, and I coaxed mamma —promising to take Charley, our young est, who is the 'worrit* of her life, with mc—to let me spend three of my j four out-of-thc-city months here. And, j Lottie, I have never been so happy be- j fore, and 1 am firmiy convinced that here 1 have found the kind of life that would suit me best. I was bom to love cows and chickens, to make butter, to build pyramids of cabbages." " You!" laughed her friend. " I think I see you in the dairy, in neat cambric dress, witli sleeves rolled to the elbow, stamping the pats of butler with your monogram—for that's as near as you'd ever come to churning; and in the hennery, scattering ccrn to the chickens from a dainty white apron, a curiously shaped rustic hat meanwhile shading your rose-and-crcam com plexion from the sun. You bora to love cows and chiekenst—you who have reigned a city belle for four long years!" " And for three been most ready to abdicate. By-the-bye"—with assumed carelessness—" have you s<rn the young farmer, the only child of our host and i hostess P" "Certainly not;" and Minn Mayell glanced at ber watcli. " I only arrived two bonrs ago, ar,d have seen no one hnt yon end yonr aunt, but I can see bim in ' luy mind's eye '—tall, nngainly, and spenks through bis nose; eats witb bis knife; says ' HowP' and stares at you as though you were a being from another sphere." "Your mind's eye needs an eyeglass, Hiss May ell. Its vision is weak. Tall, hroad'shouldered, and gainly, if I may use the word as I mean it. I saw him tossing hay to day. and he looked like an Apollo who had exchanged big lyre for a pitchfork, and profited by the change. And bis table manners are as exquisite as your own, Miss Mayell; and be has a deep, full voice, and does not say ' How P' and has scarcely looked, let alone 'stared' at me. 1 have an idea that he regards girls of our ilk witb a quiet scorn, and thinks of us, if he thinks of us at ail, as het-house dowers not to be oompared witb the daisies growing wild in the meadows." " How long have you been here, Isabel P" "Six weeks." "Quite long enough, I think. You'd better go away. You are regarding this young farmer, who never looks at you—l don't believe that, however—too sentimentally. Von might oome to be lieve that you bad fallen in love with him." " And if 1 did, what barm could re sult from that P 'Hell sever come to believe be hae fallen In love with me. He is so different from the soft-voiced, perfumed darlings by whom I have been surrounded all my life that, to use your own words, with a different application, I stare at him as though lie were a being from another sphere. The young farmer reads, Lottie, and reads books which, though printed in our native language, would tie Greek to you and me; and be numbers the poets among his friends. I peeped into his room one day, and saw them all. In blue and gold, on his book-shelf. He is an honest, manly follow, with no falso pride about him. I was idiot enough to fancy that ho might be the least bit confused when I first saw him at work in his red shirt and coarse very broad-brimnuil straw hnt, hut he saluted me as calmly a3 though he had been arrayed in the finest garments. And his name is Nathaniel —not as pretty as Claude, but it means i 'the giftoi God.' The gift, of God, in deed, his old mother says lie lias been to her, and so will he be to the woman ■he marries. And that womi n must be a bee, not a butterfly. Ixittio"—with sudden fierceness—" if ever jou tell, I'll kill you." " Sly dear, when I do, you may. Isabel, I liegin to suspect that you are really in love with Nathaniel—another of your old passions—and that beneath your butterfly wings lurks the spirit of the bee. And I may live to see you helping the pitchfork Apollo toss the hay, build obelisks and pyramids of cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures in beets, and heap turnips in imitation of classic old ruins." "I fear mc not. Miss Mayell. For though I would be proud to share in each and every one of those occupations as soon wouid I expect that compact mass of greens to suddenly tremble to its b.i.sc and then topple over, separat ing one huge body into a hundred or more heads, as dream that Nathaniel Laugh would ever care for me." The pyramid trembled to its hase.and its apex tumbled to the ground. The girls rose quickly from their throne of sod*, and with little shrieks fled to a safe distance, then turned to look again. It toppled over, its many heads rolling in every direction, and in the place it had occupied stood the young farmer. " I bless your brother for building a pyramid to-day. Miss Eastman," he said, " though he did unload one of the wagons all ready for market for the purpose. And I bless the happy chanoc that kept me from the orchard, and sent me here to fall asleep behind it. to waken at the sound of your voice. Spellbound I remained concealed, hall believing that I was still dreaming, to prove the falsity of the old proverb, ' Listeners never hear any good of themselves.' But ran I—dare I hope that grains of earnest mingled with your jest, and that the pats oi butler in our dairy may some day be stamped with our mono gram? Stand my friend. Miss Mayell, and you shall not be forgotten when we make the beet statues and the turnip ruins." "Well, 'pon my word! exclaimed Miss Maywell, with a frank glance of ail mi rat ion at the handsome young fel low. and a smile that threatened to be come a laugh in another moment. And " Of all things!" said Miss East man, a lovely blush mantling her fare; and then youth and lun conquered ail three, and they laughed until the farm yard r< sounded, and Lion, the watch dog, came bounding toward them, ask ing with loud bow-wows what was the matter. A lew weeks alter Miss Isabel East man became Mrs. Nathaniel i<eigh, her husband, lying at her feet in the orchard, nnd looking up into her face with adoring eyes, said: "I never would have gained courage to have told you of my love, though I loved you from the very first, had I not heard from , your own sweet lips that you cared a little for me. What good spirit, my blessed, sent you of ali places to the fnrm-ynrd that afternoon?" " It was an imp sent me there," she answered, demurely. "Mother's youngest, who whispered to me, as I left the house with I/ottie, 'There's something awlul joily 'way back In the arm-yard—a pyramid ol cabbages—and Nat Leigh's fast nsleep behind it.' Harper'i Weekly. A Western Humorist, Mr. Murnt Ha',stead, of the Cincinnati Commercial, is well known as an origi nal and versatile journalist, nnd a poli tician of great independence and some eccentricities; hut it ia not generally known that he is the ;iiumorist par ex cellence of the West. Recently a fellow applied to Mr. Halstead for either work or a temporary loan of money. His ap plication Being declined, he undertook to enforce it by threatening suicide. He said he would walk out to the center of the Covington bridge, jump off, and drown himself. " Weil, now, that's a good thought,'* said Halstead. " I'd go right down and do that; it wiil relieve yon and me ot a great responsibility for yonr future support. Go right off and do it while yon are in the notion." The fellow struck out in the direction of the bridge. Presently Mr. Halstead rushed after him. and cahsd him to stop. The fellow evidently th ought be bad won his point. " Atop I stop now! don't do that I" continued Mr. H. "It won't be safe; try some other plan. Come to think of it, the last two fellows who tried that were both got ont alive."— Editor's Prateer, in Harper. Fair, the new Nevnda is nator, is as sessed OB 948,000,000 in Nevada alone. A New Mazeppa. Lamar boys are nothing if not imita tive. If they were to hear a man being ground up in a threshing machine, they would at once run one of their number through a fanning mill to "see haw the old thing worked." One of the boys had been reading Byron's Mazeppa nnd he got three or four of the boys In a barn down in the southwest part of the town and they concluded to play Mazeppa. From what we can learn—not having been provided with a complimentary—the play was rather more startling than Instructive. They got a eow and about forty feet of ciothei line nnd a number seven boy with red hair and a freckled nose to do the Muxeppa part, while a gentle youth of twelve or thereabout wrapped a sad dle-blanket round hie head and, as the jealous sheik, sf-outed: "Bring forth tlio hoss." They "fotched" her. In truth, she was a noble steed. A l. i/crofthe muly breed, and wild—wi'd as seventeen kinds oi Kocky Mountain William H goats. They got her on the barn floor and tied the boy on with the rope and turned her loose. She took in the situation and seemed to realize that her credit as an actress was at stake. Her acting was splendid, and brought down the house —by sections. Whenever she run over one of the boys you roula hear the ap plause lor four blocks. Although the audience ail had par quotte and pit tickets, they thought they could look at the pl7 better from the gallery, and so they slid up into the hay mow nnd tried to crawl out through the roof while the old cow was churning nbout fourteen years growth out of Mn zeppa and bawling like a steam calliope, while Mazeppa passed most of the time yelling like a pig fast in a fence. The play nould probably have been in progress yet but for the fact that the neighborhood thought a cyclone was wrestling with the barn, end rushed in and got the mW up in a corner and am putated the boy. The show wound up with that thrill ing piece of music entitled "Sounds from Home," which was well played by an improvised hand of several parents, several boys and several leather straps. The boys say that the music made by the straps was thrilling in the extreme. Lamar (Mo.) Advocate. The Singing Valley. In an essay on " The Singing Valley ol rhroneckcn," Htrr H. Relaux has drseribed an enduring sound like the ringing of bells, which he heard while engaged in a deer-hunt in an elevated wooded valley in the Hhinc province. He had before heard sounds in the val ley resembling those which might come from a church in some town hidden in its recesses; but was no such town in the neighborhood. On the oc casion which he especially describes he took his place as one of the hunters in a wood of large beech trees lying against the slope oi the mountain, and waa treated all the time he stood there to a succession of peals as of behs. coming upon one another, swelling up and dying away, and sounding together in many varieties of modulation and in all the different stages ol progress. At times the impression of the music was so strong as to hold him almost breath less ; then a new wave would sweep up. beginning like the soft breathing of an organ pipe, rising to the swell ol a harp, and closing with the overture of the octave, as if it were drawn out by some master ol the violin. When the hunter returned to the same pi* c toward cvcnjng lie heard the same sounds. One other of the hunters re marked them, but the rest were ab sorbed in their sport. A forester blew the tune of Con his horn, and it was repeated in the bell-peeis. The tones evidently originated in the mouth of the valley and died away in iLs upp< r part. They were produced by the passage of the wind through the valley, and mod ified by its configuration, the character of the rocks, and. probably, by the wood.— Popular Science Monthly. lb derated Apples. The new method of rapid desiccation of fruit which is now followed on a large scale in many parts of the country, has led to a great improvement in the quality of dried finits. and particularly of dried apples. By selecting the apples the pro duct is exceedingly white in appearance, and while the flavor is not quite equal to that ol the fresh fruit, it ia fsr superior to that of the dried app es as usually prepared. It is said that when dried by the rapid process the apples may be ex posed to the sun for hours without becoming discolored. The process of desiccslion is very simple. The apples are peeled, cored and prop erly sliced by a machine, after which they are placed upon trays in the dis locating room. Here, by means of a mechanical arrangement, they are car ried up on one aide and descend upon tie other, when they ar taken out ready for packing. As soon as one trav is removed another lakes lbs place, so that the operation is continuous. During the process the fames of sulphur are used to bleach the fruit, but these are so perfectly absorbed by the apples that no odor of sulphur can be d tecled in the drying-room. The dried fruit can be uacked in boxes, nnd it will keep for a long time, preserving nil lis excellent qualities. In water It swells up and forms a icily in the course of a few honrs. The rapidity and cheapness of the process, and the character of the product, insures for it n still wider ap plication than It has yet received. The Care ef the llair. Some forty years ato there waa intro duced a prepsaatlon called "Balm of Columbia," which, when used accord ing to the directions, prod joed remark able results in preventing the hair from falling off, and even in causing a new crop to grow. Certificates might have been obtained from several excellent and eminent persons who, within the writer's knowledge, uw<l this "Balm" with good results, had not the maker lived in England. The directions were essentially these. Before going to bed, rub the scalp with a stiff brush for (wc think it was) ten minutes and go to bed. The whole efficacy of the "Baim" was due to the ten minutes scrubbing of the scalp before it war. applied. If the stuff had been water, though it was no doubt some soothing application, it would, with all this rubbing, have done some good . It will be found that most of the applications for preventing baldness and encouraging the growth of the hair depend upon either a vigorous rubbing of the scalp, or they arc preparations which are to be first rubbed well into the hair and then washed out, thus scouring the cleanliness so et'ential to a healthy condition. Let any one with naturally dry hair try a persistent brush ing with a still brush, or the use of a fine-toothed comb for some minutes, and unless there is some disease oi the scalp the hair will become surprisingly moist. Of course those who curl and crimp their hair by the use oi heated irons must expect it to become in jured, and no help can be looked for so long as the practice is followed. With others, and in msny cases, baldness in comparative youth is heredi tary, and in such cases it is doubtful if any treatment can be of use. Where the hair has iailen on account of severe ill ness or from other temporary cause, some gentle stimulant to the scalp may promote or hasten the growth. One of the most useful preparations of thiskind is hall an ounce of the tincture oi Can tharides (kept by the "druggists) to a quart bottle of bay rum, using this upon the scalp with gentle rubbing on going to bed. When the barber kindly in forms his patient that his hair is very badiy filled with dandruff, and proposes to shampoo it as a remedy, it is safe to say " No" most positively; the majority of barbers use as a shampooing liquid, either a so.ution of "Salts of Tariar," a.one, or mixed with borax. They are probably not aware that " Salts of Tartar " is but a name for purified potash. When a solution oi this is put upon the head it combines with the natural oil of the Lair and tca.p, and forms a soap which makes a dense lather in the hair; this is washed out and while it cfbctuaiiy removes the dandruff and dust, it has also re moved the oil which is needed t J keep the hair in a healthy condition. Avoid all such shampooing. A tcaspoonlul oi pow dered borax in a quart of water form a safe shampooing liquid, but still better is the yolk of an egg. worked thorough ly into the hair.applying a iittie at a lime, and then washing it out The egg wiil have the hair surprisingly clean and the scalp soft and free from dandruff.— American Agrirullurut. A Base for Ike Bart sr. Dr. X. is an eminent physician oi Philadelphia, and, as is often the case with eminent physicians, is brusque and overbearing in manner. Among his office patients one morning was a gen tleman who, alter occupying exactly five minutes of the great man's Lime, took a ten-dollar note from his poekct, and in quired the amount oi the foe. ' Fifty dollars," said the impatient medical man. The patient demurred a little, where Upon the physician nidoiy remarked : " Well, what do you expect to pay? Give me what you have got," and on receiving the ten-dollar bill, turned scornfully to his colored servant, and handing him the money, remarked: " That is for you, Jim;" but lost hi* Pmper stiil more when his patient coolly said: " I did not know before that you had a partner. Good-morning, doctor." Bees In • Naval light. "The little busy bee" was on or used in a naval fight in the Mediterranean. A gentleman recently wrote to the San Francisco Social Science association, giving the story as be beard it from an eye-witness. It seems Iba.asmaii vessel which was suspected of belonging to pirates, was chased by a Turkish man of-war, on board of which was five bun dn d seamen and soldiers. As soon as the man-of-war came up to the privateer, several bund ed men were rent in small boats to take possession of ber. When the email boats got alongside the pri vateer the latter** crew mounted the rigging, taking with them a dozen hives of bees, which they bad stolen to sell on the Italian coast. At ths word of com mand the bees were thrown into the boats among the Turks. The terrible time that followed was beyond descrip tion. Some of the soldiers jumped overboard to escape the furious insects, and in the excitement the privateer escaped The so ne was witneased from the deck of an approaching English ship, which picked up two of the Turk ish boats. Ttie governor oi Idaho urges on the legislature of that Territory the advisa bility of passing a law to prevent the spread of polygamy within their bor ders, as the Mormons are emigrating therifh great numbers. IKetary Rhymes. A Uui* lor*, A little KIOTS, A little roeebod lor Utkn n ; A little sigh For days gone by— A little girl boarUtiroken. Hoeton Courier. Another men Wo< Iknh Ann, With bank-book well extended, A social crown, A bonne in town, And Berah's heart ia mended. — Ana York t'ommerciad. A little boot, A little foot, A little hugging cloaor; A little tap, A thundering nip— iMmn the ataira be goes, air, HraHing Aa* HLMOKuU*. lx>ve is blind, yet the average young American doesn't object to that kind oI blindness. Young ladles who have a great num ber of beaux complain of having chaps on their hands. It is astonishing how tall men sud denly become short when the January bills lock in on them. There is a woman in Philadelphia wlio thinks so much of her husband that the commences warming him th moment he comes in th house. A crusty old bachelor says the reason the female face is devoid of hair is be cause woman couldn't keep her tongue long enough for a barb-r to shave per. The Philadelphia Herald announces that the fashionable spring bonnet will bo composed of fifteen cents' worth of bonnet, and fifty dollars' worth of trim mings. A young lady who lately gave a mil liner an order for a bonnet, said:"" You must make it plain, but still attractive and smart, as I sit in a conspicuous place in churcb." An inquiring man thrust his fingers into a horse's mouth to see how many teeth it had, and the horse closed its mouth to see how many fingers the man had. The curiosity of each was fully satisfied. " That's a steal engraving, isn't it ?" Mali is tick s id to his neighbor Burin, suddenly coming out and catching him going off with the artist's ax. "0h.n0." Burin said, a little confused, "it's only a wood- cut."— Hut dtMc. A new style of wall paper is made without eitheT figure or tint, so that it gives the walls of the room that vacant expression of subdued intellectuality that is so marked in the features of a man pianist.—//atcicye. Jose hSDow, of Indians, told bis wife to shut her head. That was twen ty-one years ago, and she has not spoken since, though constantly living together as man and wife. Joseph it o 1 course fat and contented. A Cincinnati man found a rougb iooking individual in bis cellar. " Who arc you P" he demanded. "The gas man come to taxe t he meter," was the reply. "Great heavens!" cried the household, "I hoped you were oniy a burgiar." A Chicago paper tells of a man who was comp<aining that he had invested a lather IST ge sum of money in Wall street and lost it all. A sympathizing friend asked him whether he had been a bull or a bear. He replied: "Neither; I was a jackass." Tbw is a man in onr town, And ha is wondrous wise; Whenever be haa grata to sail He nought doth advertise; And when be And* hia goods are gone. Ha bun iea in another lot To advertise again. After all the evidence was in, a Gal veston judge asked the arruwd, wbo was charged with stealing a watch, if be had anything more to offer. " I did have an old silver watch to offer you judge, but my lawyer borrowed it and hasn't brought it back yet."— Galves ton Newt. A woman will,work a month to fab ricate a delicate protection for a rhair, and then when it is in place an edict ia promptly issued forbidding any man aitling in that chair, through fear of spoiling the tidy. It's the beat chair protector that could be desired.—Rock land Courier. " Bay, hoy—say, exclaimed a hot looking man with a valise, "what is the quickest way to get to the cars P" " Run," yelled the boy, and the hot looking man was so pleased with tbe information that if be could have got near enough to the boy he would have given him something. Something that he would have remembered.— AvAhmd Courier. A Western town has a female sheriff. Recently she arrested a man, and be, hoping to flatter her into letting him escape, told her she was the handsomest woman he ever saw. And did she let him escapeP Not She wouldn't lei that man out of her sight, anyway, but wanted him around ail the time. Trick ery Is sure to fall in the end.- Boston Aid. "Dearest Harold. I love you with all the deep devotion of my sei. Your image is ineffaceably engraven on the lab eta of my memory, and In my heart the love 1 bear for you can never, never die. But lam extravagant, wildly am bitions to shine in society, to sit beside the jeweled queens of fashion, to daaaie ail eyes with prioslees genu, and so, dear, dear Harold. I most marry the plumber.— Omtrml Oti* Asm.
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