A Hons of Time. How worn a thnno it that of time? 'alien why do 1 lrraln Of time that will novor como again, Of time that flies. O." all that time swoops in his (light 'The voices sing to too to-night, Tlmo euros all caro. That's when I would fain lioliovc, My hoart therewith 1 do docoiru With luitli in Litno. Oh voices singing tx> you mute, You touch a chord on my heart's lut Hut seldotn played; Yet Ailing all tho air amund With a sweet and melancholy sound,* A song of time. Of time that was, of days so fair Whou all was young luid love was there, I/>ng ilays ago. Ho still! He still that sad refrain! 1 dare not listen once again To that same song. Maybe 1 hold those days too high, Aud yield them far too oft u sigll, Those days long since. Yet as they were the fairest yet Of all my days, then why forget That happy time. Though if it still should he my fato To live yet happier days, the iluto Of that sweet time. I'll bury, then, within the grovo Which holds all things forgotten save The present time. Nor hoed a voice which whispers low, The sweetest song is that you know Of long ago. So with the voices in the air, 1 mingled mine, and io was thcro A song of time. Ijtnlon Sociity. A Successful Plot. "They are determined not to like me," said Octavia Durell, with the tears of inortilied pride sparkling in her eyes as she laid down the frigid letter she had been reading. "And it is cruelly hard for mo to be forced to meet them without Sigisnmnd's pres ence to sustain and uphold me. I know just how it will be. My mother in-law will look coldly and critically upon everything I do; my stepdaugh. ter will fancy me a tyrant, and steel herself against ine as if I were an in quisitor. Home will lie a dungeon and life a burden! Oh, 1 wish—l almost wish," she added, rorrc ting herself, with the shy smile of happy wifehood —"that I had never married. Hut. after all, what nonsense that is, when Sigisnmnd is so good, so noble, so wor thy of a wife's devotion!" Mrs. Durell was on her way Home from India, and, seated in the cool, marble-paved apartment at Gibraltar, from whence the Peninsular and Ori ental steamship was to sail the next day, she watched the palm-leaves swaying in the breeze, the flutter of the gay green-and-white awnings, and the turbaned Eastern scr\ants passing to and fro with trays of black coffee, del icately-flavored ires, molded to imi tate apples, oranges and j**nu*gra nat"s, with absent, unseeing eyes. Never before bad she been parted from her husband, who was American consul at one of the Oriental ports, but a sudden call had arisen for his pres-' ence many hundred miles back in the mountain country—a wilderness to which it was impossible that lie could take his delicate young wife. "There is no telling how long I may be detained among those semi--.ivag<-s, Octv," he had said to his wife, "and I can neither take you nor leave you. Go home to my mother, and make friends with little Eudora |t is pos sible that I may follow you in a few months, if all goes well. But, at all events, I shall f el safer if you are se cure on American soiL Benson, your maid, is an accustomed traveler, and Leonard, who commands the Parifira, Is my old friend, so that you will lack no care." "But, Slgismuud," cried Mrs. Durell, with a countenance of ludicrous dis may. "a mother-in-law! and a step daughter! To he compelled to con front them, all by myself!" "My dear little goose!" said the con sul, laughing. "Now you are fright ened at mere shadows. My mother is the dearest old lady in the world, ami Dora is a darling." "Couldn't I stay with you?" pleaded tho young wife, clinging to his arm. "I rather be murdered by the natives, or die of cholera down on the plains than go bar* to America all by my self." "Nonsense! nonsense! nonsense!" cheerily cried out Mr. Durell. And so the matter had been settled. And Octavia was thus far on her voy age home, when, crowing the chequered pavement, without, a slight, graceful figure glided by, with floating lace pc-" "id deeply-fringed, rote-colored 1 pat.ww.. "It's Janlo Weldon!" cried Octavia, springing up and rushing out to inter cept tho movements of tho beautiful stranger. "Why," cried Miss Weldon, In inilnito surprise, "it is Octavia Oleott! And here, on tho bights of Gibraltar! Of all places, who would have dreamed of meeting you here?" "I am going to America," said Oc tavia. "So ain I," said Miss Weldon. "But my name isn't Oleott any long er," added the young wife, laughing and blushing. "1 am Mrs. Sigismund Durell." "Then," said Miss Weldon, frith her eyes growing larger and more brilliant than ever, "you are the uaughter-in law of Mrs. Alkmond Durell, tho very lady I am going to Durell court to visit. Do tell me about her! Is she nice? Is she lively? Is she—" Octavia burst out laughing. "1 never saw her in my life," said she. -Neither did I." said Miss Weldon. "Hut she has invited me to visit her because my Aunt Barbara was an old friend of hers. And you really have married the eharming young consul widower? My darling. I congratulate you!" "1 was a governess at Calcutta," said Octavia, Mushing and looking exceed ingly pretty. "And—" "I see how it was," nodded Miss Weldon, who had been Octavia's school, mate long ago. "Love at first sight and I don't blame him, w hen I see how pretty you have grown. And I sup pose dear old Mrs. Durull is delighted to have you ?" "She isn't delighted at all," said Oc tavia, solemnly. "She has written me a letter as cold as ice, regretting that her son should have married again so precipitately ( just as if his first wife hadn't been dead live years)—hoping that we should be cotigeniid, but fcar mg very much that I should find the quiet and solitude of Durell court too dull for my tastes." "Hut that's horrid!" .uiffl Miss Wel don. "Net in the least like the letter she w rote me. Wait a minute -1 have it here in my jacket." And, with a heart thrill* d by in voluntary envy, Mrs. Durell read the affectionate, almost motherly epistle, which invit*sl Miss Weldon, for her aunt's sake, to make Durell court her home for as long a period as she pleased, assuring hi r of the wannest welcome and love. Octavia's eves filled with tears. "Why couldn't she have written such a letter to me?" she exclaimed. "Because, my dear, you are her daughter-in-law," Mi-s Weldon philo sophically answered. "No woman can wt Iconic the girl wlm has stolen aw ay her son's heart. It isn't in human nature." Octavia was silent ,oi a minute; then she i xclaimixl, suddenly: ".Janie, I've an inspiration a p"-l tivo in-piration' Let me go! And you keep awav for a little while!" "Go where? Jvep away from whom?" said M s Weld n. m amaze ment; und then, with brightening eyes, she added. "Oh. 1 see! 0< ta\ la you are a genius! Come l.ero and sit by uic, and u. e'U arrange it all " t 4 < The gold n autumn-time hau come, and the woods aiound Durell court were wearing their brightest dyes. Little Eudora had skippi I around all day, gathering the swutest roses, arranging violets in saucers of Dresden china, adding new beauties to the suit of apartments which had been pre pared for Miss Weldon, the only child of "grandmamma's dearest friend." "For we must enjoy her society all we can before my odious stepmother comes," said Eudora, all unconscious that she was in th" least degree un charitable. l'oor child i sin out/ eenoed the chime of popular opinion, after all. And when grandmamma's jony plia'-ton came hark from the train with the tall, lovely lady in black, Eudora flew into her arms, with all a child's innocent enthusiasm. "Stand off a little, and let me look at you," said the child. Joyously, push ing back ber jetty curls—ah, so like Nigisrnund's that Octavia's heart thrill ed within her! "Oh, you are exactly ; like what 1 pictured you in my mind! And we are going to be so happy together—you and I, and grandmam ma—until—until iny stepmother conies!" Octavia looked wistfully at her. "Dear Eudora!" she said, impulsively "I love you already. Promise me that you love me!" The warm-hearted little girl covered her cheeks, brow and lips with kisses. "Dear Mias Weldon," sftld she, "I protniae you a tliouaatid tlinea erf' And Mrs. Durell led the guest sinlL lngly to her room. ••My darling," said she, "I want you to bo very happy here. For you are lllliiig a place in our heurts that lias long been vacant—my daughter's place!" "Hut Mrs. Sigismund Durell V" sug gested the stranger, coloring deeply. The old lady made u gesture of dissent. "1 can never love her!" she uttered. sadly. "llut me—you will be kind to me?" "My dear Janie, you are like my own child already?" lovingly spoke the old lady. And Mrs. Durell never sQspectcd the rain of hitter tears which poor Octavia slied when she was at last left alone. "Hut I will make them love me!" she thought; "and when once their affection is thoroughly mine, I will not let them withdraw it from me, merely because I am Octavia Durell instead of .Funic Wi ldi>n!" And this beautiful young impost** had not been a week in the house before she bad w**n all hearts. She was grandma's darling, Kudora's conlidant* the pet and sunshine of the house. And oh, how her heart beat when Mrs. Durell looked at her tenderly one even ing. ami said, with a kiss; "Dear little Janie, I was thinking how many thousand dollars 1 would give if* Siglsmund's wife were like you." Octavia turned first rid, then w bite. "Mrs. Durell" she said, hurriedly, "if I were Sigismund's wife- -" And just then a bevy of guests were shown in. And the words of ronfes si**ll Were I becked on Oetaviu's lips. Hut the sit ret betrayed itself at last, as secrets will always do. It was a r**-*y Dei-ember sunset, the snowy fields all dyi-d with carmine, the huge |iire i*f mo-sy logs crackling in tie* tiled fin-place of Durell court. The *•!>! lady was -* r< ndy dozing in the blaze, ami Hudora was helping Iter gin-st to arrange r fre-li gathered fr**ni the green-house, in antique ina j' lsra v.iscs, when the door suddenly ojieiic'l, and a tall, well-molded figure str*b* in. "Well mother! Well, Hudora—• The old ladv start*sl up with a cry. Kud ira looked with dilate*!, wondering eyes; but first and swiftest of them all Oct.uid was in h< r husband's arins. "Sigismund!" she cried, hysterically, "oh, Sigisinuml!" Old Mrs. Durell recovered herself with an effort, and looked uu in amaze ment. "sigismund," said she, ~i tuft not know that this lady—" "This lady, mother,' . , isecren, brightly, "is the sw t-.-test and dt arest little l.i*ty in all the World toiuo-uiv w if.-!" And ntta\rt Tti*i u. r tart a, ncr mother-in-law's sho... ler. "Dear Mrs. Durell," she whispered, "forgive ino f**r st*-a';ng ymir heart by strategy, f. r. ind.-'tl, I despaired of ever winning it in any other way Janie WeMon told me that 1 might Isirrow In r personality. She, too, is coming after New Year's, anil—" "I'iu sure," said Mrs. Durell, ncr vously wiping lier spectacle glasses, "I don't know what to say!" "Say 'I forgi *| v*u,' " raid Octavia; an*l say also, 'I love you, daughter !*" "I love you. dear little daughter," sai l the old lady, faltering!)*. "And as for forgiving why, 1 am not certain but that I need forgiveness the most of all" While little Eudora elung closely to the young wife's side. "I don't care whelhet you are my stepmother or not," she said. "I love you, and 1 shall always call you mam ma. now!' And then tne nappr, exciieo lituo group gathered around the fire, and explanations followed all around. Octavia had to recount for her the lit tle plot, so often nearly betrayed by the fullness of her own heart. Sigismund had to relate the combination of cir cumstances by which he had obtained a year's leave of absence from his Eastern consulate, and managed to take thein ty surprise; and a more joyful little household was nowhere to be found. "I was beginning to wonder why Mrs. Durell, junior, did not come," said the old lady, with a smile. "And I was dreading it, terribly," said Eudora, "and all the time the mischievous darling was in our very midst." And tnat very evening Octavia sat down and wrote to Janie Weldon what a success lier plot hail proved. The first auction In England was held in 1700 by Kliaha Yale, governor of Madras, who thus ilis|osed of the goods which he brought home. LADIES' DEPARTMENT. Woman'* llrautjr Even ugly women admit that beauty Is their sex's most powerful weapon; they liko to see It exert it force, ami when it Is great, and, so to speak, be yond criticism, admire it with genuine heartiness—heartiness as real as that which men show in their admiration for strength manifested in any con spicuous way. It is usual to say wo men decry beauty, but that is a blun der, caused by stretching instances into a law. Of all sources of success, wo men grudge beauty the least. They may deny it is beauty, but if they ad mit it they are so far content. If a man makes a misalliance for the sake of beauty, society forgives him readily To this very hour the deep feeling of women for Eugenie, the French em press, though founded, of course, on pity, is greatly assisted by the recollec tion among the middle-aged of a tri- : umph so conspicuous, and so visibly owing to personal charm. This kind of female interest is universal, and ex- ' tends in a more languid degree to the men, who find in anv national appreci ation of hcauty not only the charm which springs from Kinship in taste, hut an excuse for a secret imbecility, a powi-rlcssiicsft in pr< sencof the attrac tion, which they all r ent and feel. We wonder if, beside all tliis, there is any residuum of the old tireek feeling that beauty was a dear g...d in itself, a harmony, something which indicated that the gods of nature were not essen tially and at heart hostile to man. M any artists say so, and to judge by the extent of fooling, almost of pious feeling, excited by flic heautv of HI • B ery the positive esteem felt for Switz erland, for instance, for 1 cing so b< uu tiful a place the feeling should be general , A Itrnthrn I'rlntrai. The I'rinr. -i Lilino Kalalia, of the Sandwich islands, bin- lor dre.—i-s in Paris. This lady, wh" is admitted by her Parisian admirers to 1M- a trifle brnnc, is said to r< -eiiible her brother, Kal.ikana, king of Hawaii. Hut her taste in dress is, to ali accounts, gor geous and will considercl. >h>- lias introduce! ruches of iv<* to protect li<-r shoulders from the gaze *.f a 1 ir baric court. This detail lias astonisln 1 Parisian modistes more mpl* t* iv than the substitution of fai.-i diamonds for real in the tiara wherewith she prop, -is to • n< ir< le ber regal brow.* A dress of cloth of gold, trimmed with ruches of golden lace bas a train six meters in length, which opens over a white satin petticoat worked with gilt birds. According to the redundant fancy of the Hawaiian princess, the 1 ak of each bird is to contain a dif fercnt ornament a diamond, a pearl, aft -at her or a bit *f gold. The cost of the dress is n**t gi\< n, but the cloth of gold is not suj jx, *,| to represent the sum of a thou-and dollars or more the meter, aa did a toil* t worn at the court of Marie Antoinette r a dr<-s two millions of dollars in value, completely studded with i".iris and emeralds, and worn by a lady of fashion in ancient Home, The i * onomy of age is un pleasant, and to modiste, must be re volting as compared with the lavish n* sofg .-l old liberal turn- . A dress f damask satin, sky blue and covered with lmiiquets of bright colored ro*.-i which, in sj itc < f its intrinsic richness ha* a tunic of -eqiiin* of the shade known as moonlight, f**rms a part of Idlino Kalaua's wardroix*. I Mahlnvt All lares are fashionable. This is to lsia lace season. brocaded silks have not g*>ne out of vogue. Huttons are small for dresses, large for w rajm. The palm-h af pattern crops lum to eight * 1 soft water makes an ex i i-Heiit deodorizer, and w ill purify the sick-room "f any oflensive smell In Lyons, France, tin- cold bath method of tr* ating tyjile-.d fever ba< been ail "J* tisl with iii.irke*l success. In the cjvil hospitals the death-rate was reduced fr**m I'd to !• per cent, and In urvato practina to 1 to J per ccn. I'eople snrmiu tw .iiemt>er that if they are rarcle-s as to allow ing themselves to get into a low state .if health, they run the ri**k **f j*ickirig uj> any malady going alsiut. A* >ir James Paget t• !il liis audience lat*ly, these maladies an- met with every day. but happily man* of th*-< meeting them are n**t in a condition to catch tlum. Treat flesh wound-in the following manner; Cl* -e the lips of the wound with the ban-Is, hold them firmly together to * heck the flow of blots] until several stitche- < an IM* taken and a bandage applied; then bathe the wound for a l**ng time in cold water, {should it IM* painful, take a pan of burning coal- and sprinkle ii|*m them common brown sugar and hold the wounded part in the smoke. Song Writers. T'isier was a wonder, says a wifll known music comjuwor. HP was as well-known through his songs to Americans as Dickens was through his stories to the English, but was known to very, very few personally. tf his song, "Old Dog Tray," 125,000 copies were sold in the first eighteen months nfter Its publication. His "Old Folks at Home" was the best thing he ever wrote, and 400,000 were sold by the publishers that first issued the song, and Foster received #15,000 as his share of this sale. 1 tell you It's always the publisher that makes all the money. We grind out the songs, may be under a strong pressure for some necessary of life, never knowing and often not raring whether it would "catch on" or not- Thcv give up a little money for It and may be like some of Dank's songs, it proves popular and they make a great deal of mosey out of it. Foster wrote a great, many negro melodies that proved famous, and commencing with "Camptown Paces" he went steadily on until he wrote some very fine pathetic songs. I know it to be a fact that Christy paid Foster #4OO for the privilege of having his (Christy's) name printed on one edition of "Old Folks at Home." That caused the error to get afloat that Christy wrote this song. The Mining Prospector. The genus prospector, a man of ml!um bight, a rather lightly but flruily-knit frame, age anywhere le -tween twenty-five and thirty-five, a fine five, gentle but firm, bronzed with exposure to many a fierce storm, stamp ed with the unmistakable expression impressed on the features of those w ho, •lay after day, stand face to face with danger and death, a face that a girl in distress will turn to without hesitation; that a rowdy will turn from with fea and hatred. His first movement be trays the frontiersman. A rapid pierc ing glance around the park, neither human foe nor edible game l.-ing in sight, his next glance is to the sky. Apparently satisfied with the inspec tion, his first care is to tend to his jack or "burro," to use the mountain phrase; then having liberated the burro with a drag on the end of his rope which wil' effectually prevent hi-> straying from that park, he turns to his fire, blows it into a blaze, puts on bis coffee pot to ls.il, and then to bis toilet. Three inehe* of eotnh, two <• juare inches o ! hs.king glass, a coarse towel, a pieeeof yellow soap, a tooth brush, and the toilet table is furnished. Now follow him to the dressing-room; a dozen steps down the creek takes him to where a little dam has funned a crystal pool. J'own on the moss-covered re the broad white hat, the collar of the blue fl.mnel shirt is r-ll'-d back di.vl'is ing the neck and chc-t of an athlete. Oh how cold, how refre-hing, how in vigorating the water i, fresh from the snow aU.ve. The toilet Ls finished, ! breakfast is the next eooaidenUoo. The c .fT<-e hat ing boiled is j laced on one side to w-ttle; the bacon fri** 1, thr batter f> r a pile of •\>-!ap- - .' ks ' )*-atcc up, he fri.-s one of tin al-orni nations throw ing it into the air and catching it on the reversed side with the precis ion of an i M timer, and now h<- plunges into the tent and emerges with th< "chuck box," or in Knglish, "m<~ chest," into the innermost recesses of j which be dives, and from the eooglov (-ration of cartridges, buckskin th ngs steel traps, n-'dles and thread, sail r's palm, mineral specimens, three or f..u l'-ttcrs, a lsh k very torn and dirty, a pair of Mexican spurs, odds and end* . of string, etc.. etc., produce* a sinali J cativars sa. k of salt, ditto of sugar, r half gall n can of syrup. and breakfast isroy did his work for a time; but at length his employer ventured on a talc sc amazing that the honest servant start led the company by exclaiming, "Nay, master, take Karl; my livery ; I cannot swear to that." Epitaphs offer a very usual field for exaggeration. Few imitate the sensible con risen ens of an inscription in a Hampshire church, where the survivor merely add*, aftet the name of the deccased."To those whe knew him a narration of his virtue* would be needless; to those who knew him not it would be tedious"—a fact too often lost sight of by the writers of monumental inscription*. Facta themselves may be presented in a light which exaggerates them to the listener. Iloswell once praised the profuse hospitality of a gentleman who "never entertained less than a thousand in the course of a year. That is to say. about three persons dined with him dnlly." Jtoth "w ays of putting It" were true, but tlicy convey ed widely different meanings.— Lon don Qlobt*