AAR CAAMAARARRAAS Atta ———— N——————— THAT ORIGINAL MAN. Av air of expectancy surrounded the Seaview H use that June evening. It wae iudefivable, yet it was certainly there, in u fur stronger degree than the arrival of the stage usually war ranted. To the congregated guests om the piazza the event of the uay was undoubtedly the stage’s arrival. He or she, or they, that stepped from the vebicle run the gauntlet of keen eyes. The Murtyns, three maiden ladies, were generally first in the field a4 they were oo the present occasion. Tuey were dear, good creatures, wbriving excelluntly on character dis- section. I real'y think the train must be late, said Miss Mary, loo at ber watch, It is, certainly is, said the youngest, Mise Lucy, adjusting her eye glasses How do you think he will look ? Mus Dev iuterposed, apropos of noth- ing. Oh! I believe a bachelor. As Miss Mary spoke, her younger sister senilea as if communiog with her thoughts. Evening, ladies | uttered a muscu- lar voice, as the owper approached their vantage point. The stage will soon be here aod our lion with it. Ob, do tell me, Colonel Parker! Is bareully so very, very original ? Yes, Miss Lucy, I believe he fully sustains in private life, the reputation his book, ‘A Philosophers Story,’ has he’s middle-aged and sequired for him; you have read the. book, of course ? Oh, yes ? chorus of three. And so longed to see the author. But here's the stage. There was immediately an anticipa- tory hash, and many eyes of different hue were rivited upon two gentlemen whoseepped out of the stage and pass- ed inte the office. How many, Dora ? Two; and one is that original man: What ! really ! do let me see ! A sudden rush to the balcony ac- compavied the words but the twain bud vanished from sight, and Jaagh- ingly Irene Van Buren returned to her mirror to finish those important touches which complete a pretty toilet. She was an elegant looking girl, with a graceful figure and a face which, while not absolutely beautiful, was very bright and charming. The tables at the 6 o'clock dinner were well filled when Otis Forbes en- tered the room and was shown, with considerable obsequiousness on the part of the head waiter, to a seat at the table with Martyns, Colonel Parker, the Van Burens, and Dick Leroy a young swell of somewhat vapid capacity, Irene’s cousin, For a moment there was a unani. mous suspension of eating and a level ing of glances. Through Miss Van Baren's mind coursed the thoughts. Mr. Forbes was younger than she had expected and his necktie was a trifle on one side. The author, who had looked slightly surprised at the obvious curiosity displayed, commenc- ed calmly to eat his soup, while Miss Lacy, in an aside to Miss Mary, re marked upon the way he held the spoon. Certainly different from other peo- ple. Col. Parker was becoming a little restless, and suddenly he commenced stirring up the lion to make him roar; sfier partaking of soup he ought not t» be formidable, A pleasant evening sir, Very, was the brief reply, which esused the Colonel to survey the speaker through his glasses before he ventured— Ever been to Beach Haven before ! Yes, sir, once before. Waiter a #poon. Pardon me! Mis Mary made a fish-like motion with her mouth, and then cootinued, Is it not Beach Haven you described so beautifolly in ‘A Philsopher’s Story.’ A flash, it might have been of gratification, o'erspread Mr. Forbe's tace as he replied stiffly No, madam, By jove ! a regular canlker | whis- pered young Leroy to Irene, who sat pext to him, and whose eyes were dancing, while a perceptible smile lingered around her mouth. How. ever, she gave no response, and hav. ig finished her dinner, left the room Jost as Miss Deb was making an in. troductory remark to the new comer By a late train a young man ar rived whom Forbes almost embraced, and accompanied to the room assighi- ed him. Well how goes it, old fellow ? War ren Lewis asked. You are just in time, was the grave reply. Iu you I see a protector; a wall of defence. If you fail me I die, snd on my tombstone I wish the fol- lowing to be inscribed : ‘Here lies the victim of persecution, by a crowd of Beech Havenites.’ His friend laughed. Indeed ! It ia worse than I feared ! Are they so very importunate ? They are simply — Forbes searched for a word and not finding it, finished with a sigh. Any pretty girls 7 There was ove girl at my table, he went on, with great solemty. She might have been very pretty if she had not suffered with contortions of the face. Coutortions of the face ? Smiling all the time. Oh! She had on a greenery yellery gown, with a string of red beads around her neck, She must be awfully fetching, from the description. Well, they all stared and they asked questions. I shall leave here to-morrow, Lewis; you may do as you like, Nonsense, man! It is but the price of popularity you are paying. You should feel pleased. Pleased! O ye gods! Well, let's go down to the beach and have a smoke. We came for our vacation, and we must not allow trifles to scare us away. They went out, slamming the door bebind them man fashion, and their footsteps sounded for 8 moment down the bare corridor. From a balcony next to and belonging to the room they had just left came a suppressed ejaculation, and Irene Van Buren stepped into the room, with burning cheeks and flashing eyes. Dora, she said to her friend, who was in possession of the mirror, that horrid Forbes apd—and—and— another man bave been in the next room. He said, the wretch! that I have on a greenery yellery gown, and wear red beads around my neck. My beautiful Florentine I could choke him! You should not have listened. Listened! What could I do? was there on the balcony when they entered the other room ; the window was open ; I could not help hearing what they said. Never mind, dear, it was original, ANYWAY. moseics | laughing ! man I had. Oh, dear! oh, dear! Dora Stewart | burst into irrepressible peals of laugh- | ter. It's too funny , Irene. There— don’t look so fierce. Let's go down, [ hear the music. §uaal =~ I shall not dance a step So-night. Oh, come} along, dear, and forget all your annoyance. A few moments later, forsaking her resolution, Irene Van Buren wa, whirling round in the mazy waltz, with Dick Leroy for a partner. The author altered his hasty deci. ion to leave Beech Haven when he rose the next morning and looked up- on & radiant day. Before his vision lay a seductively beautiful sea, dotted with distant sails, and o'erspread by heaven's canopy of divinest blue, The pure, invigorating atmosphere soothed his feelings and infused new life into his veine. He was conscioun, of great enjoyment as he sat on the piazza after breakfast; but alas! it was not 10 be interrupted, for autor gragh fien.s found him out, and our modest, retiriog suthor declined the requests in as polite a manner as cir- cumstances would allow, His present role was not agreeable. The Seaview House oelles followed him with their glances until he felt like a second Buonthorn, He had sever presupposed such an avalanche of adulstory interest, and it did pot gratify him to hear, as he passed a group, That is Mr. Forbes, who wrote that droll book. Do you think he looks remarkably funny ? No, be didn’t look or feel funny. Obtaining a quiet nook on the piazza in the afternoon, a restful calm was stealing over him when a voice sud- I | Original! Why you are [actually He will say you have | contortions of the face if he sces you lthese lines : Isugh ; that's what he told the Other | menced to murder an operatic aris, As the shrill tones pierced his ear, these lines occurred to Forbes with grim pertinacity : Swans slog before they die ; "twere as ag atte Mad 210 Lae But Miss Lucy (for it was she) soared into the realm of Euterpe with perfect self-confidence. To Forbes who loved mbsic, and was ¢ good judge of the art, the present infliction was unbearable, and he beat a hasty retreat. Nine o'clock in the evening arrived, and exactly twelve persons had told him that day how much they had en- joyed his book and ionged to meet the author. He was in a savage state of mind, when, turning suddenly on the piazza, he came face to face with a young lady, and Col. Parker, ignor- ing preliminaries, presented him to Miss Van Buren. The piazza was brilliantly lighted, and Forbes could see that this young lady's face wore aS severe an expression as his own. She fixed her large blue eyes upon him, and waited for him to speak first, A delightful evening, Miss Van Buren. No trace of originality there. Is it? she said calmly. I haven't found it so. I referred to the weather, no bad thing they sing. traced to Dick Leroy who admitted the charge saying that be just did it for fun, and his cousin finally forgave him, althogh st first she was quite angry. His palpable jealously of her of late had amused her very much but she treated him very kindly, and broke the news gently to him when she became engaged to Mr. Forbes. Dora, upon hearing the somewhat surprising announcement, said arch- ly : But, my dear, your engagement is not at all original. However, Irene was 100 intensely happy to retaliate. E— THE HOME OF A GENIUS, Running along the famous quay at Havre which is one of the monument® of the famous but eventful origin of Napoleon III. may be seen a funny little single-track one-horse tramway — one-horse in a most literal sense, not withstanding that one is a most beau- tiful pod powerful beast of the Nor. man breed and fully equal to two or more ordinary animals. Taking your choice of a seat in the first or second- class compartment, according to your own valve of your social status, you ride through the principal street--Rae de Paris—at a very moderate rate, and may consider yourself happy indeed if Oh, yes, the weather is fine, Shall we walk up or down? ques- | tioned Mr. Forbes, feeling as if a cold | wave hud suddenly developed. If you like—Ah! she exclaim.d in- | voluntarily, as they came in sight of | the moonlit waters, how beautiful it | is! I trust yon are evjoying your stay at Beach Haven, Mr. Forbes, Oh, hugely, hogely! By the way Miss Van Buren, why don’t you tel, me, like the others, that you hav, | read my book, and liked so much? Because I cannot say truthfully, | I did not like the book. In my opin-| ion, and that of a number of my | friends, the characters are uninterest- ing and the entire bosk a disapoiot | ment. Forbes glanced at her quickly, to see if she was joking, but not a glim’ mer of smile was visible on ber fair face; it wore, instead a stearness that seemed almost out of place. I regret that it did not meet with your | favor, he said with digoity, conscious | | that be felt terribly piqued, although, of course, it was quite absurd that be | should. Irene apparently found his society | | {a8 interesting as bis book, for she | soon excused herself, and left him to | muse over his curious meeting. The next morning when she caught sight of a pote un Irene | woke, | der her door, and opening it, she found There is nothing origioa! in Extept original sin re Fonums How dare he ! she exclaimed, think. ing first she would go to Dora's recom and tell her about it; but, on the sec. | ond thought, she tore the sheet into little bits, and kept the cootents to herself. When she met Forbes she was sure there was a twinkle in his eyes and she gave him such = slight, cold bow that he mentally vowed not to look at her in the future. That afternoon, as he strolled over | the lawn, he saw Miss Van Buren running in another direction, as if | to overtake some one. Her foot | caught in a croquet wicket, and she fell surning ber ankle under her. In a second Forbes was beside ber, assist. ing herto rise. She blushed when she saw him, but a deep pallor suc- ceeded. Have you sprained your ankle? he inquired solicidously. Let me help you to the house. Lean all your weight on me please. Submissively she obeyed, and thus Dora Stewart, who was on the piazza, bebeld her friend and that borrid man approachicg armin arm, Irene’s animosity towards Forbes disappeared during the following days for he on his part, for be, on his part, was very kind and attentive to ber. The sprained avkle compeled her to be inactive for some time, but Mr Forbes beguiled the tedium by read. denly struck a high note, and com« | you do not run off the track two or three times in the course of each quar- ter of a mile, which briogs ihe time | up to about a baif hour for each half | mile you travel in the train. The lit. tle door in the middle of the car whick forms the barrier separating the sheep of the first class from the goats of the | | second class is constantly being bang” ed by the official-looking conductor, whose republican spirit caopot find sny distinction between the rank of his first and second-class subjects. He is & despot of the first degree, this cone ductor, and literally conducts horse, driver and passengers. Should you unthinkingly take such a small liberty as one is wont to do in America, such 8s to ring the bell for the car to stop or to shat a window or the door, you would immediately be made to uuder- | stand that the bell, windows and doors, as well as your liberty, ar in | the hands of the master of the situa- tion-~viz.. the conductor. memorable avre in an evil moment let his im- this one ride through | patience get the better of his prudence, | mighty husband drew the line: but iy and on arriving at his destioation Jumped off the car while it was yet in motion ; the consequences of his jump were not physically serious, but the effect on his disposition was most dis. astrous. The conductor shouted to him to look and behold the audacious individual who had dare defy not only the rules of the compagnie, but the This harangue lasted some seconds: meanwhile, the poor gentleman from | | sephine, who was a prisoner with her | Paris corsed the tramway, the com- pagnie and the conductor as he disap- peared around the corner ofthe street This line could not take us tn St, Addresse, which was our destination : therefure we were transferred to anoth. | er line, on which the tram was an ex- act copy of the one we bad just left, with the difference only in the color of the horse; the conductor was as much lika the first one as if he had been bred in the same school. Winding through the thinly-popu- lated districts of Havre, past the beautiful public garden, which in the rose season is a perfect bower of bloom, we get at last into the suburbs aod wind up the hills, catching little peeps of the blue water of the Chan. nel in the distance. Here we enter the town of Bt. Addresae, where there is 8 garrison on the side of ove of the slopes. The earthworks are most carefully trimmed sud beautifully green this day in Juve, and a white goat graves peacefully io the sunlight, while now and then the red trousers of rhe soldiers of France gleam on the heights. We were put down at the nearsst point to Madame Berp- bardi's villa, which is but a short walk up a rather steep road for about an eight of a mile. On either side of the roadway are high walls enclusing gardens. Over the top of the walls peeps the green ‘of the trees within, giving most plessant soggestions of shade which, with the June sun shin ing down upon our backs, we would Madame Bershardt's villa for two pilgrims who had travelled for 10 reach this shrine of genius. Nothing could better suggest la soli this seaside villa, with its beautiful tude thao the charming atmosphere of seaview, its charming garden, the fur, vishing of brica-brac and antiqoes in art, sod all the Juxury in the dainty, cool salon, When wearied and oppressed by vexations of spirit or worn out by overwork, here flits this wayward creature of genius to drink in health and peace from this beautiful and restful quiet of nsture. “La Bolitude” is the home of Madame Bernbardt—ber baven when ennui overtakes her, her atelier when she works st her art with palette and brush. Her best inspiration in the conception of a new character in Sar. dou’s masterpieces is found in this charmiog sod sequested nook. No one could leave the exquisite charm of this beautiful spot without feeling that it is a fortunate woman indeed who calls herself mistress of La Soli. tude. More than all the praise and blame of the Paris critics upon the methods and means of this inexplica~ ble woman is the testimony of those who live near the great actress, and who bave felt the power of ber liber ality and sympathy with toe suffer ings of the poor whom she kpows The people rovnd about seem to wor. ] A native | of paris who was our companion on ship Madsme Berohardi; and they {are not slove the poor and needy, neither are they those who have the | power to appreciate the genius of the | woman they adore, but they belong to [that great class who feel sod know | sympathy and large hearted human | kindoess. We did not wonder that | the loved this little home, with its | { beautiful surroundings and restful at. / | mosphere, so widely d'fferent from the | | fitful, feverish life in Paris, where she | is admired and applauded dy the great | world vatil she wearies for the ance | ‘tion of ber humble neighbors at St | | Addresse. Everything the world | knows of Madame Bernhardt is of ber | eccentricities, until every one feels | that she is a different species from | | womankind. Ouse can get quite a digfferent idea from a glimpse at ber | home on the Norman coast. : C— a — | THE BONNETS OF AN EMPRESS — i i The Empress Josephine once bougnt | thirty-eight boonets in one month, | We do not know st what number her | is a fact that, baving learoed that she | had indulged herseif with the scquis- | ition of this number, he—when he one | dey went into the saloon leading to | | Mile. | | Despeaux, the milliner, with a huge | her apartment and found in it pile of suspicious looking bondboxes— | | On | away. those wiry red ones, bat & man with & tough black beard usually has » tough skin, and you can mow the hair off him, while red bearded men have cranky skins. It is better lo have the same barber shave you, on ac count of the peculiarities of hair and skin thet every man hus. The hair of the face does not grow in sn even grain; sod oo barber who shaves you the first time will take it just right. If you haves tough skin, improper shaving will not matter so much, but if your skin is tender, little pimples will bresk out where the razor went the wrong way. Then, a barber be comes acquainted with the soft and bard spots on your face, and meskes allowances. It is better 0 have a fairly good barber shave you steadily then to change around among the best. “Curly hair is easier to cut than straight because it is softer and fiver hair is the Jess work it is to cus it” Most people think that curly hair is bard to cut, but that depends on the toughness of it. Some hair is so tocgh that it blunts the scissors. The often- er hair is cot the harder it is to cut it. Black or red hair is the hardest tu cat, us the hair is stronger, It is a great deal with hair cutting as with shaving. The barber who knows about you will give you better satis faction thao the barber who doesn’t. A HATEFUL MAN. Wife (to husband who had just come home )— What's the pews down town ? Husband— Nothing. Wife—Of course not. Husband — Why, of course pot. Wife—Oh, well, there is never any news for a Woman unless she finds it t berself, Husband, after a long silence—It does seem to me that people should be more careful. Wife- What about ? Husband —1 was thioking of some~ thing that occurred down town to- pight. Msj. Baxter and his family sal out ou the front steps until quite late, aod when the Major got up aud | weut into his room be had not coticed that bis prankish little son had slipped Just as he stepped into bis room he heard something under the bed—in fact, saw something and, thinking that a robber had secreted himself there, he seized a pistol and fired under the bed, and— Wife-—Merciful heavens ! his little son ? and shot Husband —Who ssid he shot his LUT] ? Wife—You said that his son went | under the bed. | herself. | was 80 angry with Josephine that she | was speechless with terror; and he sen® have been grateful for. Here ut last was the gate with its brass bellpull which asked the ‘Open, sesame!” was #0) indignant at the ides of ran away, leaviog him to decide weath erbe would vent his rage on poor Jo. feet in a foot bath, or on the milliner He did a little of both. He for Savary, his minister of police, and ordered Lim to arrest Mille. Despeaux. She was sent to La Force immediate. ly; and though her fear of Napoleon and horror of a vight in prison made ber ill, her fortune was probably made by this startling outbreak of imperial temper. Next day pearly every one in Paris flocked 10 see her, hear her story and coondole with her, She never could have lacked custom after this, - YOU'RE NEXT, BIR. “The fatter a man is the less work it is for a barber to shave him It is not the size of a man's face so much, or the strength of his beard, as the chauce a barber has to get at it. When a man is thin, and the bones or his face stick out wt angles, a barber mast be careful or be will ran his razor | his | wife making fresh purchases, that be laws of the city—of France, indeed, | flew into such a passon that every one Husband —1 didn't. Wife—What did you say? Husband—I said that the Major did not notice bisson when he slipped away from the front door. Wife, still excited —A nd was the boy under the bed ? Husband—No, a cat was under the bed Wife—You are the most hateful man I ever saw, Husbaod—Why 50? Just because the boy did not go under the hed sod get shot 7 I had nothing to do with i. I A——— —Boox Bixpixo—We are now pre pared to do all kinds of book binding st reasonable rates and will guarantee Ml work. Send in your books, papers, magazines, etc., and have them bound. ~Book xBi pine ~We are mow jre pared to do all kinds of book binding at reasonable rates and wil guarantee all work. Send in your books, rs magazines, etc., and have them bound SCHOOL, LOCK AVE, PA. { pa nite ad through the skin by trying to cut too | Treining long and wide ata stroke. - With a thin man he must go along a little at a time, while ou a fat man he ake. heavy razor with & wide edge and | mows the beard off, “Boys are not easy 10 shave well, The hair on their face bas no strength and the razor glides over it without taking it off, or the barber leave, JAMES ELDON, A. M., Principal, Lock Haven, Pa. WANTED to oanvas Tor Aho wnie ot SALESMEN oh | send 2am, JXEUU TORS NU IUE.~Lottors 4 Wwmmentary upon the estate Henry Dopp, late of Howard dread, igned patches which he doesu’t notice. The | gor sharper a razor Is the vorse itis shave Tazz with, “Red beards are the worst. There Bre bissk beards thet are as tough us 3 make payment thereof, 4 Slim ncn th 10d te wi ™m nuthen GEORGE Don
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