WHAT'S THE USE, What's the use to talk of sighing When the meadow shows its grec: When the ripple’s on the rive: And the lillies loll and lean? What's the use to talk of sighing When the lark is in the loam, And the me Up the garden gate at home rning glory's climbing What's the use to talk of sighing When the rose {is When the n And the vi of sweet with dew ‘king bird is singing lots blue? | i ————— AN EPISODE AT EPSOM. HERE was a wide-spread opinion among the married dies of his acquaint. ance that Tom Villars thought of his charming self and rather too little of his charming wife. This opinion contained, pe:- haps, an element of truth. Tom had so long been accustomed, as a bach- elor, to study his own pleasures and inclinations, that when he married it did not come at all natural to him to study those of another person. He had no desire to neglect his wife or to | treat her selfishly. Indeed, if it had occurred to him that he was doing he would instantly have But it didn't. His wife seems rather too much i desis thus endangering peace of mind. None of them, however, was quite so indignant with him as was Maisie Pippingstone, his wife's sister. Maisie | was a somewhat exacting young lady. | Bhe entertained the strictest ideas of | dt > ha Wits ToT, 8 married man ought never to spend an evening away from his domestic fire- side unless he were out in the com- pany of his wife, le ber He tardly as to future te of Al AQ “Poor begg his insufferably good-ter ‘ol afraid yon rough time, i ought to warn just off to the ¢ wards. Terhaps you’ when she ¢ gery, that she needn't si Maisie had blusl mes down ua please tell the ¢ for us n good ¢ Id | MCLE We shall want to start o'clock. “Yery well, Tom,” just the suspicion of a her husband, inten did not notice, Miss Maisie, however, sat upright in her chair, and, regarding her broth- er-in-law indignantly, demanded sigh, which upon his dinner, and me with you?” “Well, no, my dear Maisie, not thought Tom. you se¢ “OL!” cried Maisie, teraptuons sniff, “Besides,” added Tom, ber beniguantly, “I am sure Kitty could never bring herself to leave the son and heir for a whole you, Kitty?’ “[ should like you to take rather more notice of Tony than you do, Tom,” answered his wife, in » tone of halfsplayful reproof. “Oh, really, Kittie,” I had of doing #0,” answered “We are a party of men only, with A con- he oried, “you shouldn't say that of the little | I think he is just the most | nailing baby that was ever —what d'ye | beggar. call it ?-=ehort-conted.” “It is a pily that you do not take the trouble to see more of the—the— little beggar, as you eall him,” inter- posed Miss Maisie, with sarcasm, la- | the 800 their ever rea ly with ab { the hamper inside i “Are you not going to take Kitty | smiling at day~=could | day of his elamberous little life,” said | Tom; “and I kiss that jolly pink head | of his every time. But, of course, al man cannot always be in the nursery. That is a woman's place—isn't it?” | “Yon have made up your mind that | it is Kittie's place,” ratorted Maisie, with a toss of her head. “Hush, hush, Maisie, dear,” said | her sister, looking distressed. “All right,” said Tom, with that | lazy grin of his, “I don’t mind a bit; | and I believe Gorimg's an awfully | good-tempered fellow, too.” That allusion to her admirer had | its usual effect of silencing Miss Mai- | sie, and contented herself with | sulking for the rest of dinner. On the following morning Tom made his appearance in the highest of spirits. He was an admirable whip, and the prospeet of driving four-in- hand down to Epsom had an exhilar- | ating influence upon him, He break- fasted with huge appetite ; chaffed and joked, in his usual boisterous way, with the two ladies—though Maisie scarcely deigned to epeak to him and altogether comported himself like n schoolboy going out for a holiday. After breakfast he had a conversation with his butler, who to accom- pany the party-—in charge of the luncheon ; and then he went on to the livery stables, from which he hired his conch. By 11 o'clock, punctaally, he had piloted that vehicle round to r of his « she Wins do wn house. Mrs. the start, advice--~what w that c¢ bestowal of Miss Maisie by this ‘harles rked up on the w ha something coach and ) aan ut the ham hamper Goring be nto nt aiguane il on? ““There will be plenty of room fi with swered the butler, touching his “All right, in with it, then. “And mind how you lift it, please,” added Maisie to the groom-—for this me Lay, hat. finger in every pie—‘‘else you break the glasses to smithereens “Now then, you young shouted Tom Villars, with a j air, from the beggars Any 1" Will} box. “‘I 4 si timental have I've soul, 1 “And felt less hun on the "ry Alps,” added a more prosic gentle- | man. ‘‘How much farther to Epsom, Tom?" “Six miles—on to the course “Gireat Cesar! Six mortal miles between me and luncheon, Egad! 1 shall punish the provender when I get i” “80 shall I—-and 1 n several others In fact, it ap- peared to be the general opinion of the party that driving to Epsom was the hungriest morning's work a man could undertatke, nnd that partridge shooting, or eveu deer-stalking, was not “‘in it” with that occupation, At last they reached Epsom, passed through the town aud climbed, at a foot's pace—for they were now in an interminable line of vehicles—the nar- row, hilly lane which leads on to the | Downs. The conch was drawn up in | position, the horses duly taken out, “And now,” said Tom, “I vote for | luncheon.” Every ove cordially agreed. Even the sentimental Goring admitted that he was peckish. “Out with those hamper Singleton,” said Tom to the butler. “Yo-o-n, sir.” “I'll give you a hand, Bingleton,” | snid Charles Goring, who was standing | at Tom's side, Charles was always ob- | with his task. | strings and thrown back the lid, | saw him give a sudden start; then put CC Why —whieh—whiel Safi is ¥ | the and IL” chimed | There was nothing he enjoyed more than helping to nupack and distribute the eatables. “Thank you, sir,” said Singleton. The hamper was soon deposited upon the grass. Goring took out his knife and began to eut the strings which bound down the lid. “By Jove," he exclaimed. peckish, and no mistake, Bat there is no fear of one's not being satisfied when yon do the catering, Tom." “Thanks,” laughed Villars, taking off his hat, with a jocular sweep. ‘‘Bat spare your compliments, old man, or | rather wait till wo get back and pay | them to— Maisie,” Goring grinned, colored slightly un- | der his bronzed skin, and proceeded | He had soon cut all the Tom | “lI am his glass to his eye and examine the | contents of the hamper with a sort of | fascinated stare, The more he looked at them, the more they seemed to puz- zle him. At last he turned to Tom an | quire | gravely : “I say, old man-—q take us for cannibals?” “Cannilals!"” ejaculated Villars, “Yes,' said Goring, xing his glass in his eye and staring down into the hamper witha serious face. ‘I am | not particular myself, bat if I have to yan this sort of thing I conf I'd rather have it pie or sausage r being your s fine, fat little bo cook es vour again fi gir,” an- | wl in his breeches’ pocke —the-the al one? gasped Tom Villars, He had jus - I 4 holding hi “Blue J tulated t! vers “To be re! A loud burst of laughter from be { hind saved poor Tom Villars from farther floundering in the mire, Maisie had entered quietly during the above dinlogue, and could now restrain her merriment no longer, “I had better explain,” enid this young lady, when she could speak, | “before your respective eyes quite start from your respective heads, or Tom lands himself iu still more hope- | less difficulties. The joke was mine, | Tom, Kitty knew nothing about size and coloring as Tony “It's no such thing," Mrs. Villars, indignantly, | saw two babies loss alike.” “From a poor woman in my dis | trict,’ continue 1 Maisie, not heeding the interruption “Dressed it | some of Tony's things, and---Tom, you | know the rest.” | Tom was a sensible “I never ns well ae a | good-natured man, Heo saw that the | Inagh had gone hopelessly against | hiraself, and that to betray anger and annoyance would only make him look more foolish. At the same time, he could not trust himself to keep con. trol of his temper in the presence of trinmphant Maisie, so he showed his discretion by dropping the borrowed | infant into the nearest chair, and mak. “Hang it! I see bim nearly every | served to be in great force at a picnic. | ing himself immediately scarce, | secret, and so was Ch | will teach him, for the future, uc Sterling, Ky., admit i | 1 borrowed a baby of about the same | interrupted up in | When he was gone, Maigie told the whole story to her sister, “You she said at the end of her narrative, ‘‘Singleton was in the Captain Goring. no danger of the baby But don't tell Tom see,’ So there was being suffocated. that, mind.” ““It wns a great shame upon Tom, snid Kittie, taking side now, as un- | grateful women will, with the husband against whose ill treatment she had just been vindicated. *‘I wonder yon conld play him such a horrid trick “Pooh! Serve him right,” retorted Maisie, with a toss of her “"] t to head treat you as a nursery maid,” It did. —~London Truth. SELECT SIFTINGS, stoking SLOCKIDHS, There are fireproof Gold in circulation —875 tous are assessed as Twenty deer TL Steuben, Me. stock’ at 82 a head in red, l Luney Qossett, col A New York i | invention that safe. (ieor can rej ri for word r cremate Cha ashes away in a hand t his the bag at room of the railway station he came back to elaim it, it had gont Someone had come and claimed the bag, and it had been given up, proba bly in mistake Inquiries were insti- tuted, but the missing bag could not be discovered, The gentleman brought action to recover damages for the loss he has sustained, and the judges will be called upon to decide what is the money value of a brother's | ashes, Las conn II — Yarn About Hoptoads, Remarkable “Hoptowd Hollow,” near town, N. J., is again the scene of its |eurious annnal gathering of thos | harmless but unattractive creatures. | Spjentifiec men oannot account for | their singular habit of hopping about in squads of several hundred each, or why they lie on their backs on moon: light nights, aud old Jackson Lully, the hermit sassafras root farmer, who | is the only human being the toads do not show fear of, refuses positively to tell what he knows of their breeding ground on his place. One peculiarity of the patriarchs of the colony is that they always hop backward on the day sreceeding a steady rainstorm, and the efforts of the little toads to imi- tate them is said to be a very amusing sight, = New York Mail and Express, Morris. | When | THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE 87J0RIES THAT ARE TOLD BY THI FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS I'he Guide —~Her Cholee Falthless ~The imperious Hired Girl -A Humorist, Kte., Ete, Burni int re Strafght ttl Angler's A—*“] laugh at st I Jones found Laskiag his shoes. “What are 5 i vy wit two front ¢ Willi come Lo schoo 3 in her side CN Minnie Williams's er?’ the new school teacher asked. “She's the dressmaker.” The teacher turned reflectively to the blackboard. “How wonderful are the influences of heredity,” muttered he. — Rockland Tribune. th missing, “Minni ANS & Mother says Minnie can 8 she’ 10 IS ME DULING PASSION “Gentlemen,” sa/d the college Pres- ident at the meeting of the faculty, ‘‘we must take means at once to stop the game of football, It is bringing our grand old institution into disre- pute Just then a great nose was heard outside, and the President demanded the cause of it, “News has been received.” plained one of the younger professors, ap logetically, ‘‘that nine of our eleven will surely be back in college next year, and that our chances of beating Yale next fall are of the best.” “Good!” shouted the President, flushing with pleasure. *‘Er -1 think ~or, young gentlemen, we had bet ter not be too-er—hasty 1n this mat ter, "Harlem Life. - III ——— ss It is stated that Assam tea is the richest in theine, that Ceylon and Iu. dian teas will not keep, and that Day- eeling is the bast of all, ex § — THANK THE LOVELLS! 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