Itatos of Advertising. One Square (1 inr,h,)oun Insertion mv nquars it one month - - S 00 three months 0 00 no (Square ii S I'ULI.rSHED KVERY WEDNESDAY, in W It. DUNN. orriCK nr robdtsoit & bonrer'8 buildiko KLK STREET, TIOSiaTA, PA. TERMS, $2.00 A YEAR. Subscriptions reived for a shorter period than three months. Correspondence solicitod from all part or the country. No notice will be taken of anonymous communications. OneNquare " one your - 10 00 Two Squares, one year - - - 15 On QuArUirCol. - - - 30 00 Half " " - - ' - M 00 One " - - - - 100 00 T-ORttl notice at established rate. Marriage and death notice, gratis. All bills for yearly advertisements col lected quarterly. Temporary advertise monta ttniNt be paid for in advance. Job work, Cash on Delivery. V VOL. XI. NO. 8. TIONESTA, PA., MAY 15, 1878. $2 PER ANNUM. Spring Time. The boyhood of the year. Tennyson. The ploanant Hpring, the joyous Spring ! His coil r bo in onward now; lie eomos with minllght on his wing, And beauty on his brow 1 Uis impulso thrills through rill and flood, And throbs along the main, Tis stirring in the waking wood. And trombling o'or the plain. Cornelius Weblm. Kpring hangs her Infant blossoms on tho trees, Coinper. Tho Hpring is here the dulicate-footed May, With its Blight fingers full of loaves and flow ers, And with it comes a thirat l l n In lovelier scenes, to pans thetio swootor hours, A fueling like the worm's awakening wings, Wild for companionship with swifter things. N.J'. Willis. Whon will-apparollod April on the heels of Hinging Winter troads. Shakespeare. Woloomo, sweet season of delight j What beautios charm the wand'ring sight In thy enchanting roign ! How froHh doBconds tho morning dew, While opening flowers of various hue 1$ Jdei'k the sprightly plain. EluaUth licntUy. Whon every hrako hath found its note, and sunshine Bmiles in ovory flower. Edioard Everett. Tho lovc-tbrilliug hedgo-birda are wild with de light; Liko arrows loud whistling the swallows flit by; 1 lie rapturous lark, as he soars out of sight, Sonds us sun-lighted melody down from sky; In the air that they quaff, all the feathery throng Taste the spirit of Spring that outbursts in a "K- Horace Smith. For lo, the Winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land. Bible. Ia thak soft soason whon descending showers Cdl forth the greens, and wake the rising ll'iw'M; When opening buds salute the welcome day, Aud each relenting feels the genial ray. Pope. CALLED TO ACCOUNT. A DETKCTIVB'a STOBr. Borne years ago, when I wan quite a young man, I was sent down to Evan's Corners, about a big robbery that had occurred, aud while I was there, work ing the thing np, my nttention was at tractod by a pretty girl I used to see at tho hotel where I stopped. .Nobody could help noticing her, she was such a beauty. Her hair and eyes were very dark, but her skin was as fair aa a lily, with jnst a dash of red that came and went in her cheeks. Her form was Blender, bnt well rounded, and her hand was as white and finely formed as any lady'a in the land. Her name was Rose Wynne, and of course she had plenty of admirers, but she coquetted with them all. llowover there were two who were a long way ahead of the others. I nsed to wonder which she liked the best, but I could never guess, for while she smiled sweetly on one, she would fling a merry word at the other, and so on. Both young men wore good looking one fair, the other dark and both were carpen ters. One was called Andrew Davis, and the other Mark Sheldon. Sheldon was a jealous fellow, and showed it. Davis was jealous, too, but didn't show it so plain. Sheldon was always in a quarrel with her. Davis, I fancied, was angry enough at her coquet teries sometimes to eat her, but he never let on. Rose Wynne knew I was a detective, aud had a sort of awe and curiosity about me. Many a yarn I told her, some true, some not. It was so pretty to see her big eyes kindle and grow bigger. I used to joke her sometimes and try and discover which she liked best, Davis or Sheldon. But she would never toll me. " See hero, Rose," I said to her one day whon she had been playing those two chaps olF against each other pretty lively, "you'll have those foolish fellows lighting about you if you're not care ful' 4 " I'm much more afraid of one of them lighting me," she laughed. " Which one ?' I asked, laughing too; but I thought of Davis' glowering looks. " Guess," she said. "They've both got temper, too much ofit." "Andrew Davis hasn't much tem per," she said. "I shouldu't like to be in your skin if you ever jilt him for tho other," I answered. "Why not ?"she asked. "Never mind," I said; "but if you ever niuke np your mind to marry any body beside Andy Davis, don't do it while he's around that's all." Rose glanced to where Davis was standing, at the other end of the ver andah, watching us, though he pre tended not. Then she looked back at me. " Well, you're solemn enough about it," she said; "any ono would think you meant it." We both laughed, but I said, shaking my head; "You know that I do mean every woru. " Well. I'll tell Ton what T'H do. said Rose. "If any harm ever comes to me through either of t hem, 111 prom ise to come to yon, Mr. Sharpe, or send ... 1 . 4 J 11 ,. x a my guost to uui you wno am it. And yon must hunt him down for it. Will you promise me that ?" " Yes, I will," I said ; " and there's mr hand nnon it." And we shook hands, had a laugh over it, and thought that the last of it of oonrse. Well, I went away soon after, and it was a year almost to 'a day before T - - 11. 1 mi v . x over saw tue piace again, men i had aimost iorgoiten mere was bucu ft per Bon as Rose Wynne. The ftnAA T wuh nn vna a varv imnnvl. ttVlt OnA. and T iliiln't wont if. knnam T f a auu w AW JUlv TV A. was around at all. So I had disguised myseii in a farmer kind of rig, that I don't believA mv nvm mnthor nnnl1 have known me in. I had stopped at a -i i i ... - uuuiip longing uonse at tue end of the town, because I suspected some of the gang I was after frequneted it. I'd had my Bupper, and gone to my A a. t x 1 -a . iu kj muy me winaow and study a bit about tho business in hand. I am positive I wasn't thinking of Rose Wvnne. I don't believe T hml 1 of her since 1 got there, my head was so mi. oi uusiness. M.T room was on thecronnd flin-ir and tho wjndow wns open. It was growing uubs. At wasn t a very nice part of the town lots of roncllR nllnnt vnn tnnv -i J"-' " " , bo when I saw a woman standing all at once mere nmter my window alone too m. aw vviMJ v T tJUDCl UUt WUUU she looked up. and I aw it waa Rose w.yune, i tiiongnt that was queerer yet. Sho was all in black, even her head was wound about with thick folds of black, and never hnd T uwn hi an oo.i and solemn. She came close to the window aud looked np at me. " oir. ouarpe?" she said. I in mi. ml : for vnn una T .1 i .1 nnl . 1 f vw a ...VA MSV think any one would know me, fixed' nn na T - 1 T . 1 1 . "h" x woo, uu oitiu iu wuieper ; "Is it really you, Rose? Don't speak loud, please, for I don't want to be known here." She wont richt on without RonmtniT to have heard me. " Harm has come to mo," she Baid, "and it was Andy Davis. Remember your promise. And thou, all in a flash, she wai gone, and I couldn't have told where, up, down, or 'round the corner of the house: ouiy sue u gone, and 1 nndn t Been her go. As I Hat Rfflrinc mit. with lior nrnnl. inng- through aud through my head, began to feel kind of creepy and odd. Now. I don't believe anvone who known me would call me superstitious. But dl'nt onoo, as I sat there, it came over me that mtW 1A T hurl aswn 1? ten Wvnno'o j "'vf 1 1 y uiiu a izllost instead nt hprKulf Hhn V tainly spoken and looked very strangely for a living woman. Then I laughed at myself for the fancy. ' "Sharrift. old fnllnw " ail T x.in A f 1 -, J know there are no such things as ghosts. What iu the name of common sense are you dreaming of?" Ana l put on my coat and hat and went out into the town to ana if T innM learn anything about the business I had come down there upon. Every now and then as I walked along in the darkness the tlinnuht. nt Ttnaa Wynne would come over me with a kind t 11 111 - r 1 a l . iu mriii, uiu x seemea to near ner Bay ing : "Remember your promise." I tried to shake nff tha i f m. voDtvUf bnt all to no nnrnoRA. and at laafr. T of ped into a Btore and said to a clerk, a 1 "W lenuw wuom i recognized as one of Rose's old admirers: "Is there a younor crirl livinar ronnd here by the name of Rose Wynne? 'Cause I've got a letter for her." " Then vou've cot a letter for & d woman," he Baid. "Rose Wynne is dead: drowned in the river. "Who did it?" I asked, turning OOld. "Did it herself. I suppose. I never heard of any one else being accused of it." "And why should Bhe? Where is Andy Davis?" I blurted out. before I knew what I was about. " Oh, Andy went away ever bo lone ago. I guess Rose and he were engaged. It was thought that they quarreled may be, and that was why she drowned her self. " I did not continue the conversation but left the store and went back to my room. That night I dreamed that Robo came to my bedside, and stood lookiner at me just aa she hod under my window, and said: " It was Andy Davis; remember your promise. Well, I made some more inn nines round and I found the general impres sion was that Rose had drowned herself, just as the clerk had told me. The body hod .never been found, but she waa missing, and her handkerchief and cloves, and the hat she wore the meht she diaappeared, were picked up on the river bonk. The water was very swift here, and it was generally believed the body hiul drifted out to the lake. Well. I had Bonie urettv curious thoughts. Was Rose dead or wasn't she ? At all events there was a mystery, aud T ; i .1 ii i . i was juhi ine ieiiow to ierret it our. The first thing was to find Andy Davis. So, just as soou as I had got through I he business I was on, I started on his track. I was oblicfod to hunt for him much longer than I expected; but I found him at last. The longer I looked for him the more I suspected he hud something ngly on his mind. People with clear consciences ain't, as a general thing, bo hard to find. Well, as I Baid, I found him at last, working on a farm, and he a carpenter by trade. lie waa a gaol two hundred miles from Evan's Corners, and he'd got ft new name besides that He called himself Thompson, but he couldn't Thompson me. I knew him the minute I put my eyes on him. lie was at supper with the man he was work ing for and the other farm hands, and I stood and watched him 'through the kitchen window some minutes. He'd changed a good deal, got thin and yel low, and had a sort of hunted look in his eyes, that settled his case for me then and there. I never saw that look in an innocent man's face. The kitchen door stood open, and I walked in without any ceremony, and going directly up to him I laid my hand on his shoulder. "How do you do, Mr. Davis?" said I. You should have Been him. I've had some experience with frightened men, but I can safely say with truth, that I never saw one bo Beared as he was. I never in my life saw a face turn so white as his did. First he jumped up and looked round as if he was going to run, then he sat down again and set his teeth hard. You see, he recognized me and knew that I was a detective. "My name ain't Davis," said he, glowering at me with eyes like coals. " I don't know yoUj sir." " Your name is Davis, and I know you if you don't know me." I answered in a low voice. " Who do you suppgse sent me here after you ?" His eyes almost jumped out of his head, and his teeth would chatter in spite of himself. "Rose Wynne sent me," I went on; "you know what for." When I said that, tho wretch fell on his knees and fairly howled for mercy. "I'll confess," he shrieked, "I killed her, I did. I'd sworn Sheldon shouldn't have her, and I killed her to keep her from marrying him. She Baid she'd hunt me for it. She said she'd come out of her grave to hang me, and Bhe has kept her vow." I took him bock to Evans Corners as fast as we could travel, and lodged him ia the prison there. The trial came oil in due time. There wasn't ono atom of evidence that he did the deed, except his own confession to me. lie hadn t opened his lips to any ono since; and when he was called upon to plead "Guilty, or not guilty." thevil- lian answered, "Not guilty," after all, As he said the words, there was a slight stir among the crowd behind him. lie looked round, and something he saw there turned his face chalky. Ho gave a sort of gasp, staggered upon his feet, and fairly screamed out " Uuilty I" and fell down ih a fit. They carried him out writhing and foaming at tho mouth, and as they did so, a woman dressed in black came lor ward and threw back her vail. It was Rose Wynne alive and standing before us more beautiful than ever. " He tried to kill me," she said. " It was not his fault that he did not suc ceed. I had' been engaged to marry Mr. Sheldon a long time, but because my father was opposed to him and favored Mr. Davis, we had kept the engagement a secret from every one. I had gone out that nicht. bv aDtxrintment. to meet mv promised husband, and as I was crossing on tue railroad bridge, over the river, Andrew Davis came from the other side and met me. He told me if I did not Eromise to marry him then and there e'd throw me over the bridge into the water. I waa always afraid of him; he bad bucu a savage look in his eyes some times, and I knew him to be terribly jealous of Mark Sheldon. But 1 would not promise him anything of the kind. I could not believe he would really carry out his threat, and I expected Mark would come every minute. " When he took hold of me, nd I saw he was in earnest, and really intended to drown me, I struggled with him, and told him ii he did harm me, I d have him hung for it, if I had to come out of my grave to do it. And I also told him I was going to marry Mark Sheldon, and that I had come out there to meet him. For I thought perhaps it would scare him if he thought Mark was anywhere around. But he suddenly snatched my shawl off me and wound it round my head to keep my Bcreams from beine heard, and the next moment he lifted me iu his arms and threw me over into the river, lie did not kuow that 1 was an expert swimmer ; but beforo I could free myself from the folds of the shawl I had gone under the water twice. The second time I rose to the surface I swam toward the bauk, but the current was so swift I would inevitably have been drowned if Mark bad not come just then, m time to save me. Davis had run awav as fast as he could, and he did not know that he had failed in killing me, after alL The shock was a dreadful one to me, and my fear of Andy Davis was so great that I begged Mark to hide me from him, and from every one, and let it be supposed that I was dead. So then we were married, and went awav from this part of the country for several months, till we heard that Davis had gone away, when we returned. But I kept close, and let no one but my own folks know I was alive, for I was deter mined that Davis should be punished in some manner. So I never went out without a thick double veil over mv face, for I was afraid of Davis yet. men, one evening, i was riding along in a carriage, with my husband, wheu I saw Mr. Sharpe sitting at a win dow. He was diHgnised, but I recog nized him, and I remembered that he had once promised to help me if I ever needed his services. So I went up to the window quietly, and spoke to him, aud told him about Davis, and that is all. didn't want the man hung, of course but I hope he won't be allowed to mur der me, as I am sure he will want to when he finds I am not dead. But Davis was past doing any one any further injury. The wretch went from one fit into another, and finally died literally frightened to death. And bo his sin had certainly found him out. The Boiling Lake of Dominica. Dominica, the most mountainous of the Lesser Antilles, is about thirty miles in length by sixteen in breadth. The physical formation of the island is in describably rugged, and the scenery generally is of the moBt varied and beautiful character. The highest moun tain. Morne Diablotin, is 4,533 feet above the level or the sea, or a little higher than Ben Nevis, in Scotland. There are several large civers in the island, but its interior is still little known, although nearly 400 years have elapsed since the discovcy of the island by Columbus. A correspondent of the luustracea tiondon News relates the discovery of the boiling lake, and the details of a recent journey to that re- marKaoie place: We stood upon a large plateau of aoout mty acres in extent, which is in reality a small spur of what have since been called the Sulphur Hills. Here and there over this plateau, on the sur- iace oi which is no vestige of vegetation, were huge charred trunks of trees, large masses of volcanic rock, and numberless blow-holes, ejecting steam and water. The water, collecting from all Bides. formed in the center of this scene of desolation a milk-white, impetuous stream, discharging itself over the edge of the plateau into the precipice be neath. Picking our way cautiously over mis volcanic bed of scoria, pumice, and sulphur, and jumping from rock to rock, which here and there protruded from the stream, we crossed ft firm mound or earth beyond, and unexpect edly found ourselves at the edge of the Boiling Luke. Here, then, at an eleva tion of about 2,400 feot above the level of the sea, and on the southern side of the Sulphur Hills, is the Boiling Lake oi Dominica, it is a body or pale slate colored boiling water, inclosed in a cir cnlar bnnin of ihnnt. ir.fl irarla in nrirlfli the sides of the basin being, I should say, about sixty feet in height. The bare summits of the Sulphur Hills rise about 500 feet above the edge of the basin, and from blow-holes in the aide of the hills issue small quantities of water, which m their downward course to the lake foim two tributary rivulets. On arriving at the edge of the basin one sees nothing but clouds of steam rising from the lake. But tho noise of the boiling water is distinctly audible, and it is only when a passing breeze for a moment dissipates the clouds of steam that one sees boiling in vast bubbles the body of water at one's feet. The actually boding portion of the lake must oe in a circle oi about lorty leet iu diameter, and the bubbles rise. I should say, about three or four feet into the air. The ripples caused by the boiling break towards tho surrounding J1X1 11 snore until mey lave the sulphur-coaled stones at the water's edge. The water itself, it is curious to observe, has, near the shore, a circular motion, which, per haps, to some extent, accounts for the shape of the lake's basin: for I noticed that a small log thrown into the water traveled round the lake, passing and repassing tue spot at which it had enter ed the water. The only apparent exit to the lake is on the southwestern side, and is not unlike a railwav cutting sav about nine feet in width. The amount of water discharged through this exit is apparently very small; but on closer examination I noticed an extensive sub surface drainage, which! at about 200 yards south of the lake, forms a beauti ful waterfall. The Story of May -Day. When the Romans came to Britain to live, many hundred years ago, they brought, of course, their own customs and festivals, among which was one in memory of Flora, the Goddess of Flow ers. The heathen our ancestors, you know adopted them with delight, be ing in the childhood of their race. Tbey became very popular; and when, some years later, a good priest, Gregory, came (irom itome also; to convert the natives, he wisely took advantage of their fondness for festivals, and not trv- ing to suppress them, he simply altered them from heathen feasts to Christian games, by substituting the names of saints and martyrs for heathen gods and goddesses. Thus the Floralia became May-day celebration, and lost hone of its popularity by the change. On the contrary, it was coiried on all over Eng land for ages, till its origin would have been lost but for a few pains-taking old writers, wuo "made notes or every thing. Ihe Floralia we care nothing for. but the May-day games have lasted nearly to our day, and some relics of it survive in our young country. When you crown a May queen, or go with a May party, you are simply following a custom that tho Romans began, and that oar remote ancestors in England carried to such lengths, that not only ordinary people, but lords and ladies, and even king and queen laid aside their state and went " a Maving " earlv in tho morninir. tn wnuh their faces iu May dew, and bring home fresh boughs and flowers to dock the May-pole, which reared its flowerv crown in every village. St. Nicholas. One may study nature all his lifetime. and theu not be able to explain why the man who misHCs one step in going down Htairs is certain to miss three or four more beforo ho brings up. FAKM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD Farm ana Clardea Nalea. We think it pays to spread the coal ashes under the trees in the orchard. Lime is a good manure for clayey soils and plaster for sandy ones, because the former retains and the latter attracts moisture. Have a place to put all the bones that accumulate about the farm. They are worth money, and can readily be dissol ved by wood ashes and chamber lye or by muriatic acid. Dnst young cabbago plant with buI phui and plaster to check the greenish black jumping beetle, that sometimes attack them. Guano is particularly ac ceptable to the cabbage plant. Don't plant till the ground is fit. As a rule you gain nothing by premature gardening. When the clods crumble thoroughly, under tho pressure of your loot, bhe ground is dry enough. In cases of caked udder in cows foment the effected part with hot water and rub with the hand several times a day. Pro per feeding and a dry bed will, as a rule, obviate the necessity of any treatment lor this complaint. Do not cast aside the old favorites sweet William, petunias, phlox, holly hocks, lady slippers, verbenas, chrysan themums, Canterbury bells for any new fangled flowers. There are many new and desirable things in the floral world, bnt it will not do to discard these old jewels of the garden and the lawn. Potatoes flourish well in heavily ma nured sod. The following is said to be a good formula for a fertilizer for this crop: Thirty pounds of wood ashes, thir ty pounds of air-slacked lime, twenty pounds of fine salt, fifteen pounds of bone dust, fifteen pounds of plaster: the whole to be thoroughly mixed. An ounce of this compound in each hill of potatoes will toll a good story at harvest time. On a large scale, no way of improving an orchard is equal to plowing in clover, Prepare the land carefully and sow clo ver and nothing else. Plaster at the rate of three pecks to the acre. Don't mow the- clover but plow in when at full growth. Sow clover again and treat with plaster, and plow in again, Bowing no crop meanwhile, and the fertility of your orchard will be wonderfully in creased. During the discussions of the Penn sylvania Fruit Growers' Society several members expressed their confidence in whitewash as a preventive of blight in the pear. Mr. Median said he never saw blight on trees that were white washed, lio said Mr. William Saunders, of Washington, Velieves it to be an ab- solute remedy. Mr. Hoopes stated that during his trip west he had witnessed the beneficial effect of whitewash on trees. Mr. Eagle thought there was no excuse for not trying this remedy. If the cow mopes, don't fancy she has " the hollow horn." and go to boring holes in her horns for the purpose of in ject''ng vinegar, pepper, or other stuff. ihe horns of a young eow are soft, and warm with rapidly circulating blood, but as she grows older and the horn has more surface, it becomes cooler, because comparatively less blood circulates there. in the process of growth a portion of the center of the bone becomes absorbed. leaving a cavity. Into this the cold air irom we nostras passes, helping to cool the horn. The older the animal, the larger will be the hollow in the bone and the colder will be the horn. How Orape Feed. A curious, interesting and suggestive experience is thus recorded in the Country : We had planted a row of Delaware vines, one of which was placed about three feet from a hole in which a quantity of bones had been buried. The vines all made a healthy growth, but the one referred to was specially vigorous. This, however, we attributed to its gen eral vigor, and not to any special in fluence, having forgotten all about the buried bones. But one a ay, after dig' ging near this hole, we noticed that our healthy, vigorous vine was wilting, and in a few hours it was as completely wilt ed as if it had been pulled orp by the roots and exposed to a hot sun. Unable to account for this strange circumstance. and suspecting some new enemy, we dug it up, carefully following all the roots to their extremities. To our surprise, however, there was only ono aoot of any consequence, aud this led directly to the aforesaid hole, Following it up, wo came to where we hod cut it, and there taking up the severed end, and following that, we found that the pit full of bones was one moss of roots. It was evident, there fore, that when first set out, one of the roots had pushed off iu the direction of the bones, and on reaching them, it had found such a supply of nutriment that it alone was competent to carry to the vine all the food it wanted. The other roots therefore dwindled away, or, at least, made but a trilling growth, and the vine. depending wholly upou the single root just described, perished when it was cut off. We niav add that the root was almost bare of fibrils or branches in its course from tho viue to tho bones, but once thro it divided and branched in every direction, running into the interior of the hollow bones, and clasping both in ternal and external surface with a per fect network of fibrils. To us it showed several points. Bones are evidently one of the best manures for the vine, and as wo wish them to last for years, they need not be broken up. As it is well to havD the roots of the vino spread ottor a considerable space, bones or other very rich manure tdiould not be placed in holes, but distributed through tho soil, Items of Interest. A boy's first bet Alphabet. A Chicago man named his twins Adam and Eve. In what place are two heads better than one? In a barrel. Hartford has a Chinese base ball nine who muchee muflee. v " Admittance free," as tho goat said to the circus poster. The Shah of Persia has a son that makes him a pa-shah. A recent philosopher has discovered a method to avoid being dunnod. Never run in debt. Why is a scratch on the hand liko the first flight of a fledgling ? Because it is only a little soar. Thirty-seven men have been hanged in New York in four years. New York is the Hempiro State. Boston Post. Lives of great men all remind na We can make our lives gnblime. And, departing, leave behind us Creditors to grieve and piue. Oil City Derrick. With what little friction' the earth would revolve if the suavity of a new beau in the presence of the mother of his , adored would only become epidemic. - A West Hill boy wandered into a Jefferson street drug store yesterday and ' wanted to buy ton cents' worth of fly paper " to make kites of." Burlington Hawkey e. Chronic "You are looking well, Mr. Whiff." " Well ? You know that I'm never welL Just as soon as I stop being sick for a day, I feel worse for it the next morning." v Somebody estimates that every man who lives to be sixty years old has spent ' seven months buttoning his shirt collar. Thirty years more should be added for hunting up the collar button. A Detroit boy stood an umbrella with v a cord tied to it in a public doorway. Eleven persons thought that the um brella was theirs, and carried it with them the length of the string. They then dropped it, and went off without -once looking back, or stopping to pick -it up again. Detroit Free Press. "Edward," Baid a mother to her son, a boy of eight, who was trundling a hoop in the front yard. "Edward, you mustn't go out of that gate into the street." "No, ma, I won't," was the reply. A few miuntes afterward his mother saw him in the street manufao- turing dirt pies. "Didn't I tell you," she said, angrily, not to go through the gate ?" " Well, I didn't mother," was the reply. " I climbed over the fence." Littlo Annie, like most little folks, says queer things. A few nights ago her mother had prepared her for bed, and kneeling by her mother's side she repented the Lord's Prayer, as usual. She had no sooner concluded it than she repeated it again rapidly. "Annie," said her mother why do you say your prayers twicer Then the littlo innocent looked up and remarked: "Well, mamma, I feel just, like praying to-night and to-morrow night I may not." BCB LAST LETTER. " New York, November seveutecn. My dearebt Charlos, my soul's delight, ' I could not see yon yester e'en Yon muHt not vinit me to-night, Darling, I dare not tell you why ; but fate ao wills it. All is o'er I keep my secret with a sigh ; but in this world we'll meet no more, And yet I love you Jest the same ; bat do not judge me as I seem ; Forgive me, Charley 1 Do not blame, Think of me only as a dream, ' For I am doomed to fate and die ' We'll meet, perhaps, some happier day Visit my tomb, bnt do not cry, Adieu 1 Your poor distracted May. P. 8 Charles, come to-morrow, anyhow ; The doctor eavs it hardly shows ; I'm not ashamed to tell you now I bad a pimple on my nose !" Shop-Llfilng Iu PurU. The crime generally characterized a "shop-lifting," says a Paris letter writer, is very common here, the great shops and bazars offering exceptional temptations. Every week we hear c arrests for petit larcenies, aud in niair cases the criminals are ladies of famil y and position. I am sorry to say that number of American ladies have bee: arrested here, and I remember tv,.. which required all the influence tli;. Mr. Washburne had to get them o',:. They finally compromised by paying for the goods and by giving $100 to the poor. Kleptomania seems to be on tho increase. During the past week we have hod three cases that were very sad. One French lady stole an articlo worth fifty cents, although possessing a large fortune ; another, tho wife of a rich merchant, had at least lOO.OOu francs a year to spend. The third casu is that of a German countess, and tho. wife of a distinguished general. Home time ago she took apartnicuta in the, Rue Lafayette, and soon won the favor of everybody. Sho lived a regular life ; had plenty of money, and seemed to spend her time iu shopping. Every day she come in with numerous bundled. Yesterday she was doteoted stealu';' some small articles in the Magazine d Louvre, aud on searching her other things were found upon her. She con fessed that her mania for pocketing Bmall things was bo strong that she wun unable to resist it, and she offered to pay any Bum not to bo exposed. Tho uroDrietora said thut they had tried tlit; compromise system with ladies bo loin; and vainly, thut they now had to tiy seventy, and tnoyioii oouuu to pio ecute tho countess as an exaiu ' Tho poor creature is iu a pitiful cm tiou to-day, aud her appeals for i are heartrending. All the great have to employ special doted- X II x 1 . men aro Kept waicnmg i- through b.ol.v'j ia tho a-iii" T 1 i
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