TTTiat Time Is It 9 Time to do veQ; Time to live better; Give up a grudge; Answer that letter; Speak that kind word to awoeten a Borrow, Do that good deed, girls, you would leave till to-morrow. Time to try hard In that new situation; Time to bnild up, boys, On solid foundation; Give op needlessly changing aud drifting, Leaving the quicksands that evor aro shifting. What time is it ? T.ms to be earnest, Laying up treasure; Time to be thoughtful, Choo ing true pleasure, loving to do right, of truth being fond ; Mating your word just as good as your bond. Time to be happy, Doing your best; Time to be trustful, Leaving the rest; knowing in whatever country or clime, Ne'er oan we call back one minute of time. —Christian at Work. The Leaf of Geranium. It is very strange when wo come to think of it on what small cogs and pivots the wheels of fate run, and what * slight jar will da toward changing the Whole machinery and set it to tnrninr In an entirely different direction. :t sras a geranium leaf that altered toe wfaole course of my life. Bnt for the bivial leaf picked by a young girl in a ihongVless mood, I should not >e sit ting here to-day in this pleasant fining, loom, where the snn comes in through the vine wreathtd windows tnd falls spon the geranium pots iisside; and this little girl would not be upon my knee, nor yonder red-cheeked maiden - Mi the veranda with young Bmithers; . V*d neither wonld that very handsome matron who just passed into the parlor lave been in her present situation. If you will listen an hour or so I will tell yon my story. It was just twenty fears ago this summer that I fell in •ove with Carrie Dean. She was twenty, >ne and I twenty-seven both old inough to know what we meant and what we were abont—at least I was, bnt Darrie was such a little coquette I used to think she had no mind of her own. Oh, bnt she was lovely ! —all rose •olored and white, and brown tressed, ind pearly-teethed, with the roundest, plumpest fignre, as graceful as a fairy b every movement, and with beautiful, ihapely hands that were a constant de light to the eyes. " I was just home from college, and she was on a v-isit to my stepmother, her runt, and my half-sister, Lilla, and her music. I had seen a good many girls in my •even years at college, and some of the belles of the land; bnt I had never yet bad my heart stirred by any woman's yos as Carrie Doan stirred it when her glance met mine in greeting; and the •onch of her soft fingers completely set tne afloat on the sea of love. I was her slave from that hour— not ber slave eithor, but her passionate lover and worshiper. And of conrse ihe knew it, and of course, being a sbrisbed coquette, she queened it over Ue right royally. There was Fred Town, the country physician, and Tom Delano, the hand tome young farmer, both as badly off as [ was; nd a pretty time we had of it. Fred and I—old chums in former Jays—were at swords' points now, and hated each other splendidly for a few weeks. And Tom I held in the utmost contempt, and railed at them both Whenever opportunity presented itself, for Carrie's edifloation, after the man ner of men, and was repaid by seeing her bestow her sweetest smiles and glaaoes upon them the next time they met. Fred drove a splendid span of bays, 1 and almost every day they dashed up the avenne, and dashed out again with Miss Carrie's added weight. And Tom was on hand nearly every evening, and abe was jnst as sweet to one as the other, and jnst the same to me ; and that was what maddened me. I was not to be satisfied with a "wid ow's third" by any means, and I told her so at last, and asked her how the matter was to be Bettled. " 1 love you better than those brain less fope know how to love," I said, hotly; "and now decide between us." She had listened to my love oonfes ■ sion with blushing cheeks and down cast eyes; but when I said this she turned defiantly on me. " They are no more fops than yon are," she said, "even if they have not spent seven years in college. They are gentlemen, and I oan't say that for every man of my acquaintance." And here she shot the door between as with a slam and left me to my pleas ant mediations, and halt an hoar later I■ met her at the gate with Fred, going out for a ride, which was very aggravating, I ntut ocnfoM. I thought over my condnct that night, and concluded that I bad been a brute. The next morning I found Car rie at the dining room window alone, and sought hu side She bad her bud among fhe leaves of a swots' BOWS ted geranium, and just aa IF* proaohed she plucked a leaf and it among her braids. I remember 0 * bright and green it looked amors *ke I dark looks. " Carrie," I began, "I fear I 08 ver 7 rnde yesterday." "I know you wore," she aw*' looking indifferently out of the win o *- This was a bad beginnip* but I went on: "Bnt, Carrie, I love *> n and when I see you with that Fr* —" But heio Miss Car 10 tu rned on her heel. "I am not go*B to listen to you while you slander 30 ? friends," she said. "When yon oan speak respectfully of Mr. Town, I wi* return;" and here she left me again. I le't the l*nse then and did not re turn till aft*noon. As 1 oame up the path, Ime Tom Delano. Poor fellow, he lookor'like the last rose of summer after a ran. " God-bye, old fellow," he said, gloom'y; " I'm going away. She has sent he off and I oan't stay in the place. I hipe yon are the happy one—l do, ho'est, Al. She said her heart was gjten to another, and it is either yon or Jred. I hope it is you, and God bless /on I" Here Tom dashed away and left me staring after him in amazement. "Given her heart to another!" I re peated, with a great pain in my chest somewhere. "Well, it is evident that I am not the other, and that Fred is. Poor Tom—poor me 1 The best thing 1 can do is to follow suit and leave too. I can never see her the wife of another, and the sooner I am off the better." So I went moodily up to my room and packed a satchel, and got all things in readiness for a speedy departure. On my my way up I met Carrie jast emerging from her room, arrayed in her jaunty riding habit, and I oonld hear Fred's deep tones shonting " Whoa!" down in the yard below. I watched her trip down the stairs and out of sight, thinking it was the last time I should see her for years, perhaps forever. When I had strapped the last buokle on mv satchel and all was in readiness, I went down to say good bye to father, mother and Lilla. Lilla was not indoors, and my parents looked at me in amaze ment. " But, Allen, my son," pleaded father, " I had thought you would enter into business with me. There is a grand opening for yon, and I have held tho position in reserve." " I thank you for all that, but I want to travel a year or two before going into business," was all I could answer ; and my father gave up in despair. Lilla was still absent; bnt it was quite dark, and the train would leave in half an Lour, BO I left a "good-bye" for ber, and passed out into tho ball- It was a long, narrow hall, reaching the whole length of tho house, and with several rooms opening into it; bnt as yet it was nulightod and a3 dark as Egypt. About half way through it I heard the street-door open and shut, and a moment later ran full against some one who was entering. "It is Lilla," I thought, and reaohing out my arms canght her between tbem. " Is it yon, Lilla?" I said. But she did not answer, only twined her two arms abont my neck. "Why, little sister," I said, softly, " do yon love me so muoh?" For Lilla was not demonstrative as a usual thing, and I was surprised at her movement. "Oh, better than all the world beside, Allen!" she said, in a whisper. And then, as I lifted the face to my lips, the sweet odor of geranium per fumed the air, and my heart gave a great leap. It was Carrie, not Lilla, whom I held in my arms! She was trying to disengage herself now, but I suddenly caught her light form in my two stout arms, and, open ing the library door, I carried her into the brilliantly-lighted room. Her face was hot with blushes now and her eyes full of tears. " You are too bad," she Bobbed, "and I hate you I" But just then she noticed my travel ling attire, and paused abruptly. "Why, where are you going?" she asked, with interest. 11 1 was going awav, nover to return," I answered; " but since you said what you did in the hall I have changed my mind." Carrie poutod. "I was only speaking for Lilla." " Then I shall go, shall I, and leave yon to marry Fred." " I detest Fred," she cried. " And you love me better than allths world ?" Yes." 80 the flirt was oonquered at last, and I WHS the victor. " But how did you know it was no' ; Lilla?" she asked as we sat together. | "By the geranium leaf that I sawyo< put in your hair this morning." " And bat for that you would hav< gone away and not come back for years? "Tee; perhaps never come back, but for that telltale leaf." " Then we will keep this leaf always," she said, taking it from her hair. And so we have. I procured a little golden box, and there it is to-day, one of onr dearest treasures. Of oourse I married Carrie, and of oourse that bloomiDg matron is she. * * * Tom Delano didn't die of a broken heart, but married a lovely girl out West a few months after his departure ; and Fred Town is our family physloian, and has a pretty wife of his own. The Temple of Diana. At Ephesus, the capital of the twelve lonian cities in Asia Minor, stood this famous temple of Diana. The edifice was burned down on the night in which Alexander was born. It was sot fire to by Eratostratus, a native of Ephesns, with no other view than to immortalize his name. His townsmen, however, passed a decree forbidding his name to be mentioned; nor would it have been known unless Theopampns bad introduced it into his writings. Henoe the incendiary has oome down to our times as "the youth that fired the Ephoiian dome." Alexander made an offer to rebuild the temple, provided he oould inscribe hie name on the front, which the Ephe sians refused. Aided, however, by the whole of Asia Minor, they erected a still mere magnificent temple, which occupied them 220 years. Pliny do scribes it as 425 feet by 220 broad. Cher siphorn was the architect. It was built of cedar, cypress and even gold; and within it were treasured offerings to the golden Diana, the value of wbioh almost exceeded computation. Nero is said to have despoiled the temple of many of these treasures; but it ex isted until it was finally burned by the Goths, A. D. 5G—268, Vitruvius con siders this temple as the first edifice in whioh architecture was brought to per fection, and the first in whioh the lonio order was employed. Ephesns, once the pride of Asia, is now represented by a poor village of a few oottages, and a castle and mosque built with fragments taken from the ruins of Ephesus, half a mile distant. The stadium (now converted into a corn field), the theatre, the circus and the magnificent gymnasium may all be dis tinguished in outline, and their area is strewed with fine fragments. There is a particular part of the en tablature of a Corinthian tem ple, whioh, in the riohness and variety of its ornaments, as well as in their fine execution, has perhaps never been sur passed. Bat itis not withont difficulty, and even donbt, that we can determine the spot where stood that prond boast of antiquity—the temple sacrod to Diana of the Ephesians. All that con stituted the splendor of this edifice— its columns, of which 127 were tho gifts of kings, its works of art, comprising the masterpiece of Apellos and Praxi teles, and the one aolamn sculptured by Soopas—have disappeared. After the great temple had been repeatedly pillaged by the barbarians, Justinian re moved the oolnmns to adorn the chnroh of St. Sophia, at Constantinople. The temple site can now be identified only by the marshy spot on whioh it was erected, and by the prodigions ex tent and magnitude of the arohea raised as a foundation. The vaults formed by tbem compose a sort of a labyrinth. There is not an apartment entire. Bnt walls of immense blocks of marble, in the front of wbioh are perforations wherein were sank the shanks of the brass and silver plates with whioh the walls were faced— these and shafts of columns are all that remain of this splendid edifloe, onoe pointed ont as that whioh all Asia worshiped when the people oried ont in their dnthnsi asm, "Great is Diana of the Ephesians, to whom snoh a temple belonged 1" The .Gypsy King. Charles Dn<l ley Warner, in recent let. ter from Granada, Spain, Baya: I went the other evening to see a gypsy danoe and to hear the king of the gypsies play. The king, who wears the dress of an ordinary Spaniard, is a man of some fprty five years, very dark complexion, and, nnlike any other of his race 1 hav seen, with a fine head and good fea tares, and a oommanding and dignified bearing. I had heard that he is the best gnitar player in Europe, and that he has refused offers to go to the oapi tela. He oertainly handled the instru ment as I never saw it handled by any one else, and made it sing and almost speak, and in a sort of articulation of the airs he rendered, in a most remark able manner. Most of the compositions he gave were gitana dances, bat he played one piece with exquisite pathbs and feeling. It was, he said, a marehi (uuebre, El ultimo, Buapiro del More (The last sigh of the Moor)—a mournful tod touching reminiscence of the do parture of Boadbil from his lost capital iiea he turned back from a sandy kne' i,n the other side of the Vega to lec i is last upon the towers of the Alhai I 'a. A MISSISSIPPI ROXAXCE. Raw Captain Aibnrr an Recognises bp One r Ills Beneficiaries. A letter from "Flora" to the Dubuqne (Iowa) Herald contains the following re cital of a pleasant romanoe: We boarded the Minneapolis for a ride np the Mis sissippi. Fonr of as girls, and unat tended by a gentleman. Afraid? Not much, for we had heard of the real good natnred Captain Anbury down below. 1 don't moan down below referred to in the new version, but on tho lower river. This is his first season on the npper river, and to make a long story short he is jnst lovely; one of the girls thinks him really handsome. I, for my part, liked hi* brown faced, robust look, in dicating experience on the mighty river whose waters lave the jetties and so far beyond the gulf. Well, Captain Asbury has had experience on the Mir sissippi thirty years a river mariner —jnst think of it—three decades—and iu that time what wonders havo taken place; the civil war that shook and shocked the world, but all is peace again, and wiih it came the telephone, eleotrio light and a thousand other in ventions for man's comfort and- happi ness. And during that thirty years Captain Asbury has seen 1 lie Mississippi change as he has a child from the cradle up. He has Been islands grow almost spontaneously out of the water, and in a season or two, as it were, cov ered with large trees; he hw traversed the channel on one side of the liver ono year and compelled to seek safety for his boat on the otlur side the next year. Wonderful, isn't it ! But it plainly tells us tint all things on this earth change and which admonishes us to be good. Last evening the weather was de lightfully cool, the stars shone brightly, the north star just ahead of us as the proud steamer floated along its serpen tine course, while the large black bluffs loomed up like sentinels of pro tection, and their peaks seemed to crush the angry olouds from the west, as if exerting themselves to head off an impending rainstorm, and perhaps a young cyclone. We girls were all seated around the captain, as if craving his protection, and we were delighted with the yarns he was telling us about this great river. Interested ? I guess we were. We didn't caro a flg for the gayety going on in the' cabin, although the inspiring musio of the waltz occa sionally arrested our attention, and for a moment lose the thread of the cap tain's story. Seated near us was a lady and her daughter, about nineteen years old. She, too, was listening to Cap tain Asbury's yarns. They were about his adventures on the river, his trials and tribulations, his joys and sorrows. " About eighteen years ago," be said, "when I was running between St. Loui? and Keokuk, there came on the boat at Hannibal ono of the most handsome young women I had seon in all my life. She had a little girl with her more handsome than she was. The lady came up to me, for she was a lady, and asked me to take her to Keokuk, as she desired to go to Burlington to her friends, and that she had not a cent in the world with which to pay her fare. Her pleading eyes were too much for mine, and I bade the clerk consign her to a stateroom as it was in the night The boat~was delayed by a heavy fog, and we were compelled to lay to at the bank until long after daylight. The lady approached, and thanked me ever so much, and told mo that she was the wife of a Confederate oaptain who had been shot and killed by a party of scouts or guerillas, her home had been robbed and burnt and she, with her child, suc ceeded in fleeing from the soene of carnage, and was the next day brought to Hannibal by a kind farmer, in whose house she had Bought protection. Girls, that woman's story and wrongs and suffering made my heart softer. I know it did, and I put my band into my pocket and gave her a S2O green back. for I thought she needed it. Well, I haven't seen or heard of her inoe, but I hope she is happy, and that iittle girl of hers a handsome grown up woman." The lady who was listen ing to the oaptain's little story, arose from her chair, and. taking the hand of her daughter, approached the oaptain, saying : " Tea; we are both happy, and I will have you judge about the good looks of the grown up daughter, for here she is." Captain Asbury stood up as if struok as dumb as the fellow who caused the maiden to hurl herself off yonder rook, for we were near that noted landmark. He peered into the lady's face, plainly dioernible by the reflection of the eleotrio light, in utter astonishment. The captain re cognised the lady and even the grown up young lady, and expressed himself pleased to see them again. After mu tual greeting and an introduction to us girls, the lady, Mrs. Russell, who now resides in Hew Tork, went into the oabin and soon returned npon the "root" with a piece of paper in her hand, which she handed to the oaptain. It was a check for S2OO, which she de sired to return to him for his kindneei eighteen years ago. Oaptain Asbury refused the proffered oheok, and nc persuasion could indaoe him to accept it. Of oourse Mrs. and Miss Bossell were admitted to our circle, and onr trip up the river made more joyous tban ever, as she proved to be a vory intelli gent and worthy lady, and wealthy, and her daughter proved to be as lovely in disposition as she was beautiful in face and form. CLIPPINGS FOB THE CURIOUS. Q ieen Victoria weighs 200 pounds. Two harnessed crocodiles tamely drew a wagon into Atlanta. It costs the United States about 8125,000,000 every year to go to Eu rope. A German scientist finds that the true color of perfectly distilled pure water is a fine, deep blae-green. Plateau, the eminent French natural ist, finds that a Jane bug can exert as great a foroo in proportion to its size as a locomotive. Ten thousand tons of sand are an nually dng from Neversink mountain, near Beading, Pa., for use in the foun dries of that plaoe. A peach has been raised in Georgia whioh measured eleven and thiee qnarter inches in circumference and woighed thirteen and one-half onnoes. China claims to have invented cannon 1800 years ago. She seems to have been satisfied with her first invention, as sho has made no progress in cannon making since. Reaumur, who invented and gave his name to a thermometer, by whioh he is everywhere known, was a great natural ist, publishing an exhaustive work on insects. He died in 1757. Mirabeau, doubtless one of the most eloquent men that France ever pro duced, was a member of the national assembly in 1789, bnt died two years later, in the midst of a most brilliant oareer. In the sixteenth century, when ex plorers were haunted by the idea that exhanstless wealth was to be fonnd in the new world, a stone brought to London, by an English sailor from the Polar regions, was pronounced gold by a "mineral man." Home fifteen vessels immediately set sail for the north, to return crestfallen, laden with worthless yellow stones instead of gold. Somebody with a perohant for coinci dents has remmnbered that the three fires most destructive of human life daring the last quarter of a century— those in Santiago, Brooklyn and Vienna —all occurred in the month of Decem ber; not oniy that, bat the Santiago oathedral and Bing theatre were burned on December 8, at the same hoar, and the Brooklyn theatre was burnod only three days earlier in the month. Dick Turpin No Ilero. Everybody has read about Dick Turpin, who was executed, not as has been supposed for gallant robberies, but for the lower orime of horse steal ing. Instead of being an elegant fel low, with an impulsive heart, Tarpin was a low wretch, petty, selfish, oom mon and brutal. The late Mr. Ains worth made him a prominent character of "Bookwood." In reality he was a farmer's son in the county of Essex, east of London, sent to a common school, and apprenticed to a butcher ,n Whitechapel, the worst end of Lon don oity, and there he became noted for his brutal disposition, his love of fighting, tackling people and cudgel ing his horse. When his apprentice ship expired he married a young woman and returned to Essex oounty, at Eastbam, and started the butchering business ; and it ooourrod to him that bo had better steal cattle than buy them, and so he deliberately sold in his shop the cattle of his neighbors; and when two oxen were traced to him and a warrant obtained, he jumped out of the bock windows of his honse as the oifioers entered the front door, and this made him an outUw, his wife furnish ing him will money to join a gang of smugglers on tin coast. This gang was brokon np by the onstom honse ofiloers very soon ; and then Tnrpin went to deer-stealing in Epping forest, whioh lies to the north oast of London, and in it were several fine parks of gentlemen containing deer. This business was not remunera tive, and the band rosolved to be honse. breakers; and, while one of them knocked at the door, the others would rush iu as soon as it was opened, and make away with whatever they could lay their hands on. In the course of these adventures thoy heard of an old woman in a village who kept about £9OO in her bouse, and when she oame to the door they forced their way in, tied her and her maid, and Tarpin told the old woman that he would set her on fire if she did not reveal where the money was. She, refusing, was actually on the fire and kept there till her tormenting pains made her point out where she had oonoealed her gold, and they stole £4OO and ran away. This entirely disposes of the romantio origin of Dick Tnrpin.— London Letter. / Throng* Life. We alight the gift* that every aeaaon bears, And let them (all unheeded from oar grasp In oar great eagerueae to reach and elaap The promised treasure of oar ooming yM*l Or el*e vro monrn eome great good passed, And in the shadow of our grief ahnt in, Itofnae tho leaser good wo yet m y win, The offered peace and gladness of to-day. So through the chambers of oar lift we past, And loave them one by one. anil never atapj Not knowing bow mncli pleasantness there was In each, until the closing of the door Has sonn led through the bouae, and died away And in our h< arts woaigh, "For ever more.'' PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. No man wearies of the cares of state quicker than he who serves in the State prison. The young skipper who takes a party of girls out sailing should content him self with hugging the shore. Curlyle said that trifles were the hinges of destiny, bat he never rued any of them on his front gate. "Don't put in no mnskeeter nettin' for me," said Annt Hannah. "I don't want to breathe no strained air." Most people who visit Niagara Pedis are disappointed in the roar. They ex pect to hear something like the voioe of a chairman at apolitical caucus. An exchange says that "Henry Irving, the actor, has two sons who will boat him on tho stage." Henry should have them bound over to keep the peaee. "We stand at Life's west windows, And tliiuk of the days that are gone"— While tho grocer's boy licks the molassea, And a pair of goats butt on the lawn. "I was not bred for work," said a foppish tramp to the farmer. "Very well, then," replied ihe farmer, "let us see if you can't work for bread." A girl who sets oat to look graceful in a hammock has as much work on hand as the man who tries to be languid with a sawlog following him down bill. It is reported that a paint mine, com prising five different oolors, has beea discovered near Los Angeles. A rain bow must have been buried in that locality. Rheumatic Mr. Burke bathed himself in turpentine at Lyons, lowa, and then lighted his pipe for a comfortable smoke. When he got through smoking he pnt the pipe away and went to bed. Yon Bee, it didn't happen. The small boy climbs the apple tree, And, with delighted mien, Down to his mates below doth be Lot fall the apples groon. Tboy grip the fruit with noisy glee, Just wrested from the stem; But soon with grim tenacity The spple green grips tliem. A man with a private Kbrary of 12.000 books is well fixed. He isn't supposed to know anything and is never aski d for information. It is the man who has scraped together a £ozen vol umes who is bored to death about the popnlation of London and the name at the undertaker who bnried Diogenes. A jeweler has long dnnned a lady at fashion for the amount of his big bill, but in vain. When he rings the bell the footman says, politely bat firmly: "Sir, the conntess only receives on Tuesdays." "I don't care when she receives," thunders the irate and long suffering oreditor; "what I want to know is the day that she pays on I" A good man onoe had in his garden hree fine watermelons which were pleasing to his sight. One night his neighbor came and stole one of them, which grieved the good man sorely;bat he said within himself: "By kindness I will make h : m ashamed so he will re store that he hath taken." And he seat and presetted his neighbor with the second watermelon. Thereupon the bad man reflected thus: "This person is a simpleton, I will make hay while the son shines;" and when night had oome he went straightway and stole the third watermelon and pat it where the other two bad gone. Moral: This is not a moral fable. Sacrifice in India. Human sacrifice is by no means the obsolete custom it is supposed to be; and arreent issue of the Hindoo Patriot has information from Tripura Bartaba. ha that a human sacrifice was offered to the goddess Kali near Amlighatta sta tion in Hill Tipperah. The inhabitants of the place, in worshiping the black goddess, thonght of sacrificing a human being to satisfy the godless, and fixed upon an nnfortnnate man for the sacri fice. They then asked the oonsent of his wife, who, onrionsly enough, said she had no objection if they were ail bent to offer him up as a sacrifice. The man was carried to the plaoe of execu tion by foree, and murdered. The son of the deceased asked his mother where his father was. The mother replied that she oonsented to his being sacrificed. He being her other half, she had, she said, ever, right to dispose of him in any manner •he liked. The woman and other onlprits are awaiting their trial before the mag istrate of Sarnaohoora, who is a kins man of the rjt. Twenty-seven missionaries for China and Japan left Ban Franoisoo recently in one steamer.
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