HOW SHALL 1 LOV How shall I love you? I dream all day, Dear ! of a tenderer, swootor Way ; Songs that I sing to you-—~words that I say; Prayers that are volceless on lips that would pray Be These cannot tell of the love of my life; How shall I love you--my sweetheart, my wife? YOu? How shall I love you? Love is the bread Ot! life to a woman-—the white and the red Of all the world's roses; the light that is shed On all the world’s pathways, till light shall | be dead! The star in the storm the strife ; How shall I love you-—my sweetheart, my wite? and the strength in Is there a burden your heart must hear f shall kneel lowly and lift it, dear! fs there a thorn in the crown that you wear? Let it hide in my heart till a rose blossoms there! i Por grief or for glory-—lfor death or for life, Bo shall I love you—my sweetheart, my wife! «F. L. Stanton, in Ladies' Home Journal, TOY rT 28 §4 - JACK'S SURRENDER. ( ti g 0, mother, no! | beautiful woman—too beantiful, for | marry her daughter, 1 shall be wild | 1t is absolute- | ly useless! We nay as well | drop the sub- ject.” My mother held her hands towards the fireplump little hands covered with rings, the last coquetry of sixty] sternly, ‘‘yon are as headstre your father used | to be. When he was of your age he | would not listen to a word about mar- riage. Poor man! He much preferred his famous Bachelors’ Clul to remsin faithful mark my words, be “Jack,” she rep IZ AS n nd swore laws. Bat, mu know it, | you, t ill be 1kir 1p to the al- tar, my pessera in the Alfred de! lows | meters, ware no hese lucated oir il to-day; th nue o atn- y read a sonata, write a bition 1 correct note, and make a fairly grace Bat now- 1 your opinion, day were | pietons if lon, mother, dear! admit that form- ion of young girls waa otio 4 Oi Juore cot . than that tle blue-stockings boarding-school they only enough Justruection to enable them to under- stand the pages of mance or fol- low a conversation ; 1 ugh to hu- not infre- l. From ancy prepared to fl the ro f 9 and mothers, ard the happy husband could contentedly J in the ances that the the would superinten he d darn his so Mamma hep chair. -— Jack, ns strange that man of the old 1 obliged to « your But I assure you, my le time the maj of the fireside,’ loudly, were girl « the secondary like to impose upon her? is not the lear frightens pwn ign 3 1 nad les ale ep Assur- fireside’ | esserts and ously." impatiently from A WO- should prejudices, | ar, that in my 3 3 s8ClO De ¢ Praises you sing so low girls. What be contented with le that yon men would No, no! It which yur Ing If Inzi fear | 8 Vv TAD it 18 not more nor less than 8 If-conceit! you ness while 10 « ege J i | | had n with would comparisons less! mother you're too bad!” then, that Latin, | education, in short | I domestic wdesty, in it most emphati- | y well. Go to Mme. Desjar- dins's with me this eve There | shall be no more talk of marriage. It | is simply an unceremonious call. You | will see the twine, and can judge for yourself, my son, since you have 80 | slight a regard for my experience You understand that you are free to do exactly as you like. In fact, you | need come to me for no information | or advice on the subject. Go and dress, my son.’ Marry a baccalaureate! Hoavons! | when I heard my mother's wish 1 felt | a shiver run down my back. Look here, mamims, You may As well be | honest and say ov*=ight that you are planning my and by what | means! Why not throw me overboard and done with it? The absurdity of proposing a B. A. to me? To me! a man thirty years of age—a man of sense, 1ean honestly say—who would only enter the road to Hymen with the caution of a Sioux Indian! Alas! cruel mother, what have I done to you? Have I not for love of you heard La Dame Blanche eight times ? rom the bottom of my heart I onrsed Vichy and its waters. Vichy with its shady walke, Vichy and its promenade concerts, where mothers in quest of sons-in-laws meet mothers in quest of daughters-in-law. Was it not there under the shadesof the park that Mme. Desjardins and my mother met after years of separation? Waa it not ning. dea | royal dindem about her head. | is less of a woman. less imposiug. | What a voice ns, and. lL Ahinkds year, while country, making preserves. Doar little th | above your gl those ‘augels {1s { no i¢ | pent, | ing, | hall-satistied, there that they formed the first con- spirncy against the security of my bachelorhood? Here wo are at Mme, Desjardins! “My dear friend, let me present my son. “Little Jack!" sister Martha possesses only the cold majesty of a statue; a religious awe steals over me when gazing on your pure face. near you! Thus my thoughts wandered for I am annoyed by this e:clamation. 1 | feel that my appearance in the draw- i s A | room 1s made ridiealous, This good lady | in green satin knew me as a boy, in the | golden days of black marks and whip- | pings, It 1s very delightful, I am sure, | and T ought to be charmed ; but thirty | unknown faces stare curiously at this “little Jack,” with a respectable mus- | tache, whom Mme. Desjardins finds | “much changed,” Great Scott! I should hope so, in fifteen years! Con- found her reminiscences of childhood! | | She might as well talk of my first kilts or inquire if I have brought my hoop. | Fortunately Mme. Desjardins adds a few words of gracious welcome | { which restore my breath, and mother | turns to introduce ladies, me to the young The Misses Desjardins are twins, a | blonde and a brunette, They are of the same stature, and dress alike even | marry her. | to ribbons ; but here the resemblance | as quickly as you can. conses, | Miss Martha, the brunette, is a | simple mortals. A Greek goddess! a | Pallas Athene! Her features are pure and cold ; her rich black hair forms a | Rose A real Greuze, this young girl!— bewitchingly pretty, with her little Parisian nose, her dimpled cheeks, and fair hair which looks as if pow dered with gold. What a 80 sweet, so sweet! smile! Al veritable child, whom. one might still suspect of playing with her dolls when | no one is by, in spite of her nineteen | years—and a child who surely is no Bachelor of Arts. > Mamma had never mentioned the | name of the learned Miss Desjardins, but who could dream of insulting this exquisite Miss piecion? The other 18 the i$. CO) Rose by even a sus- | 1 | bacecalaur: ate, 1 auld have ap- a statue in the | Empire, she w 5 1 wonder to all hearts am sure of sho peared, draped like salons of the First have struck r ® tH ich voice, a vibrating ¢ how to advantage in I can Great Scott! ap] reciate (Greek mt to this classic f Of beauty, admiration audience as she inal “Tue A little wonld run through an } posed. (iret (irecian Between two wal fnnity ¢ ) partner, who glides abon in a clond of ganze, pigeon feathers beats against cate breast like the wing (1088 aa " y talk with blue i A dove. In a quarter of an hgar I foclthat IL) our lit- | am competent to judge of Miss Rose. | terrupted by those ; for when they left | She is bright, but I take care to keep | the he co would nversation on simple topies. She find it difficult to display much learning! She is a good very acute, ratherr and music, Can 8x little girl, | ¢ ruish, but simple frank unassuming. She lov etch cleverly, and last her aunt in the delightful time risiting ha i she a Grouse onrs tte 3 roi 1: 2a" What deliei 8 preserves y must be! and what an adorable house- wife you must make, ina apron, yo ir sleeves r led up tO show |; ye dimples 10 your elbows! Look! ¥ nm can Wes t & sweet e! Sarely, have found the a dear, rosy, in-|} who pict 1 4 » fF dream of my life ns little makes pre learie, these wor What bac to Id never n “Jack, How heart! ever © ' WOTrvVes | eily | hehe” asta my ¥ ii 1a man s would yndescend me “dearie?’ ODhe v DIroserves, has I rush ir MASE The gy ito it. the edncation and! \ Wife and mother Angel of the Fireside, n Slyly I send a few arrows |; against the pedestal of (Grecian goddess, the Dallas Athene, and I praise with rare tact, I flatter | myself, the art of housekeeping, which [ am sare Miss Rose understands to perfection. But I immediately She blushes with y my il Ories upon r of woman. i, flying re- mo lesty, oor child! Perhaps. too, she is "| little hurt to see her sister's bagage | classique so little appreciate 1 Quick, I must repair my blunder. will ask Pallas Athene for a quadrille. | “Well, Jack,” said mamma, when comfortably installed in the coupe | which was carrying us far from Miss | Rose, ‘‘do you regret having thrown away your evening, my son?" | “Thrown away’ is rather momma! Had Mme, Desjardins and her daughters been much less charm: I shonld not have regretted accompanying youn when you wanted me to do so, Bat my opinions are | unchanged, I confess; baccalaureates | have no charm for me.” | “As you like, my son. Yon are | perfectly welcome to your opinion.” | What was the meaning of the smile, | half-roguish, which | flitted across mamma's face, under | the shadow of her white lace soar? Oh, Rose! Rose! Every night my | dreams are haunted by yonr dress of azure blue. Why, oh Rose, are your | ayes the color of your gown? Why do tiny ourls escape from the coil of your fair hair to nestle tremblingly in your neck, like a pale smoke, a golden mist? Why do gay dimples spring in your velvety cheeks when you smile? Above all, why, oh Rose of May, awoot Rose without thorns, has heaven placed you beside a gorgeous but perfumeless tulip, glowing like a flame in the pride of her beauty? Rose, you bave made me faithless to the classic beauty. For me your revere, | like ball dress, | apron. | with me. | evening, choly, and us. lca ana ) more, | fans, mony pass over 1] the trembling eight long days. Was it my thoughts alone? What was there to prevent the straying of my heart as well? I have seen her again! now every week. I have a standing invitation to Mme, Desjardins Wed- nesday evenings, and she, with her daughters, comes regularly to mother’s Friday receptions. My mind is filled with a collection of portraits representing Miss Rose in varions guises. Miss Rose in her fairy Miss Rose in an ex- quisitely fittting cailing suit of deli- I ses her | cate gray, Miss Rose in a white honse dress, adorned with a dainty Russian But in these various aspects she is always the same little Rose, whose sweet graces have gone to my very heart, One morning mother's room. “Mamma, I love Miss Rose, I rushed into my I must Put on your calling dress Take a car- riage, fly to Mme. Desjardin’s, and tell her that, if she refuses to let me with despair self —that “Wall, well, John, not so fast, I beg,” replied, mamma, quietly, “ly is not customary to make an offer of that I shall drown my- | marriage at 9 o'clock in the morning. | mind, | Besides, my dear,” sh» added, as she | grace an ia true heart. | placed her coffee cap upon the dress-|t | INK table, “" you must compact. You are not information or Marry whom you like. ters as best you ean. remember our to ask advice, assistance from Arrange n 18 your own me. at It ! affair.” Decidedly, still Very well; I will d and thi my heart, tune and my life dear Rose ” [he day pas vexed o with mamma 18 ‘his evening. 1 my name, my for at feet of out her advice assistance, Ves, 8 very shall lay the my | and fear. ' tip sical m flad from her 8, apd 410 pauses whet has ipe + On alk 1s sggion heart seem fall to bursting. Strang were white tra 14 r the myster ss half bhidd them now, just | We are alone not help b bend towar is h ind us, there 1s | a rustling nterrapt “The mur ne Maria the ¥ Oh, what ne! [ am ve But soon the nas n the field YOoi0e 18 " mn ne, moves me, pel the | goul, and I feel m She sings: Maiden, harker Listen t f My hear And for Mai h As I hav 1 lose my head hand resti Rose staris Heavens! Is npon the Sing AL ng window sill. blessed voice! on, sing on, and whisper to my beloved all that fills my heart, And yet I dare not speak: Fain would I serve thee, vy lady love, my queen, Lo! waersbelore thee prostrate I'm kneel- ing Ah, trust me, and I w abut my own ; my A roun 1 of | faithiully prove, wite! my love! Appianse follows, but seems ready to ery. do you underriand? Rose, will you trust me that 1 may prove my faithfulness to thee? Will you be ‘my own; my wife; my love?” “Rose, Rose, She sighs, she trembles! “No, I am | She | not mistaken! She loves me! loves me! I read it in her eyes!” “Rose, 1 love you, yonr simplicity, for your sweet nai vete, for your adorable ignorance of the life and ways of this world, you I find my ideal of what woman should be. One who has lived a quiet, sooluded life in the bosom of her family, happy in the sweet home life that is the scorn of pedants and blue stockinge. You are the companion ol my dreams. Ob, Rose, my Rose-—say that you can love me!” She rows pale, then red, and the toars fii her eyes; then she becomes paler still, and replies very softly, but calmly and sadly : “No, Mr. Jack, I am not your ideal Rose, I am only happy | 1 | bend towards my darling, who smiles, | I adore you for | In| | woman, You have so often described | her to me, so often and so cruelly, | perhaps, that I might almost ask my- | self at this moment if you are mocks ing me. But I feel that for the time | being, ot least, yon are sinoere. Yon | love me, you say, because I am simple and gay, as girls of my age should be; besause I do not scorn home life, and | heeause I make a fairly good hostess. But you wouldn't love me any more, I'm afraid—you would find me ridi- | culous, you would leave me in disap- | pointment, if you knew” — “Knew what, for sake?" } 1 am surprised that you | know what all our friends know— your mother as well as any one. I have—1I am-~I am a Bachelor of Arts! And you have sworn never to marry a | Bachelor of Arts. You told me 80 yourself.” “You a baccalaureate, Rosel | possible? I thought it was sister !"’ | ¢No, it is not my sister, tunately it is 1,” she sobbed. | “Dear Rose, my dearly beloved, why can't I throw myself on my knees be- | fore you here in the bow window and | make honorable amends for my stu- | pidity ? Ah, fool that I have been, and how blind! Here I have caused | this angel of simplicity to blush for | her learning! I have wounded and { humiliated her jut how could I hive dreamed that fate had reserved | euch a rare treasure for me? Such a united with sweet womanly Rose, heaven's do not Is it your Unfor- Rose, speak o me in Latin ; speak to me in Greek, but tell me that you love me, even if it is in vhe language of Homer! Ob Rose ! elensions to please you, An 1 philosophy together by our fireside! Have I obtained my par- don? Will you believe , my dear- est?" She ’ I will study my forgotten de- we will discuss mi her mbling little the Mariani her divine places hand in while roapoeats voice the im more with 1DAKSL fim h ehang mentific @ BVI : 5 hd have Monopoly of » sont out faaly the moss y the Atlanta Jou —— «dato rs if iy MA A Suake Story, Prize hideous = Me was r Mm Lear M I'he well had ied the neighborhood with water {for a ge neration, Ihe | son pumped the well oat with ina well on a fs Deis on Tharsdas suppi { owner and | One of the ghted lamp was lower: i Half above 18 men to All 10DAD 1 WAY | down he shouted to hoisted, and arged them to haul away for has life, with fright, saying that alive with snakes from top to bottom. A light was lowored, and snakes in nn- | counted numbers an 1 of every o ceivable size and variety could be seen hanging from the sides and coiled in | the bottom. Lizzards and toads were also there in large numbers, he | people who have been using the water { have the horrors. I'ne owner of the well will try to get rid of the snakes by blasting the rocks around the well wColumbus (Ohio) Journal n make mn to thos be the well was Lh nit l———— Glass Houses, One of the promised novelties of the next great Exposition will be a glass house. The building will have & skol ston frame of iron, on which will be fastened glass posts, making a don ble wall. The roof will be of tinted | glass, and cornices, foundation, door- | stop and stairways will be of thick slabs of glass, lmitations of all sorts of building material will be possible in the new house, and the tops of pil- lare and mouldings will be stamped in arabesques and flowers. By im- proved methods, glass tubing and pipes are made that have a resistance equal to onst-iron, When these pipes can be used for conveying water, we will bo sare of a much better quality of this article than at present, as no liaritios of soil oan corrode them, and the water will acquire no unusuai taste. ~~ New York Ledger. He was aimost paralyzed | | Jeotnrer THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE. STORIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THE FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Busier Than the Bee-Abasement-« Literal—-The Polat of View Adds Nothing to It, Ete., Ete, How doth the little busy ad Improve each shining minute, And gather dollars, dimes tad cen's For the merchant who is in it, THE POINT OF VIEW, Carson does Scerawls belong?’ Vokes—‘‘He poses as a realist ; but his creditors say he 19 Truth. “To what school of writers a romancer,” ABASEMENT, Penelope (freezingly) love me.” Ten Broke (convineingly)-—‘‘I wor- ship the very ground that you in- berit. "Life. “Yon do not a ADDS NOTHING TO IT, “The telephone is likes woman; it tells everything it hears.” “Yee, that's so woman, too; it tells hears it,” —Life it's ing just as ib UNDIES BK NOBLE Friend—"Does Sweet Girl—*‘'No ; in his life, and he if I marry bh uth SELF IRERE) NYTERKES srTont not Mars 1 | TRA $n Ya :'t that a press Bat it coald be be at home making ton Star biscuit.” AN AUTHORITY. “Football, sir, is brutal. Ttis based upon the exercise of brute largely br and the opportunities of uniair foree, tactics are such “Oh, say hold on. geen a game of football ?” “No: but 1 hold elinies 1 hospitals in a college town!” Record, Have you ever 3 three ‘hicago f =] Can— GOOD TO THROW AT AR CAT. Book canvassers shonld take cour age from a story told by an English | on ‘The Art of Bookbinding.’ A man of their profession had called | at & house whose occupant met him with a growl. “It's no use to me, I never road ‘But there's your family,” said the CAN VASSOT, “Haven't any fami aoat'’ : «Well, you may want something to throw at the eat.” The book was purchased. ne DIDN'T WAIT, “Mary!” X It was the voice of the old man in the upper hall “Yes, pa ” Js Mr. Simpson still there?” HY yon, pa.” “And didn't the clock just strike one?’ «JI rather think it did.” “Well, you just tell him if he in there in ten minntes from now that that is just what I shall do, and Mary !" “Yous, pa, “He will be that one.” Fifteen seconds later the frowe door opened and closed again softly and Mar was lone in the hall —New York World, ly—nothing but " Need Not Support Step-Chilirem, A man who marries a widow i sod bound to support children of his wife by & former marriage. This inter. esting point of law was decided in an | opinion of the full bench of the Bupreme Court sent down in the case of Edward H., Livingston ve. Edward | A. Hammond, The court says: “A | man is not bound to maintain the children of his wife by a former mar- riage, but if to receive them into his family and to assume the relation of parent to them in | their daily life, the law will not imply he chooses 0 i | & contreet on his part to pay them | services which for for hey render him while members of his family, nor on theirs to pay him for for tenance,” a contract thelr main- Boston Transcript. re — To remove ink spots wipe them with stand for from furniture, oxalic acid; let it minntes, then rub well with a slean cloth wet with warm | water a few The coramon strokes per sec ordinary flight Wild Fires, jevastation and mos alt i the wi he West, last in the } MY BLOOD reer s“* Running Sores, “ ake iiwo rel iew. H. Friaen, Bemember Cures . 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