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Milton, Shall we meet no nioro, my lovo, at the binding of llio shoavos, In tlio happy harvest fields as the sun sinks low, When the orchard paths are dim with the drift of fallen lcavos, As the reapers sing togothor in the mellow mlHty'evcs? Oh, happy are the apples when the south winds blow ! Lovo met ns in the orchard ore the corn had gathered plume Oh, happy are the apples whon the south wiiids blow ! . Sweet as summer days that die weon the months are in their bloom, When the peaks are ripe with sunset, like the tasHcls of the broom In tho happy harvest flolds as the sun sinks low. Sweet as summer days that die, leafing sweeter each to each Oh, happy aro tho apples when the south winds blow ! All the heart was full ot feeling ; Love hud ripened into speech, Like (ho sap that turns to nectar in the velvet of the peaoh, In tlio hsppy harvest Colds as the sun sinks low. Bweet as summer days that die at the ripening of tho corn Oh, happy aro the apples when the south winds blow ! Bweet as lovers' fickle oaths sworn to faithless maids forsworn , Whin the musty orchard breathes like a mellow drinkinj born Over happy harvest fields as the sun sinks . low. Live 1 ift ns at the dying of tho mallow autumn eves Oh, happy aro the apples when the south winds blow ! Waen Ine skis are ripe and fading, like the colors of tho leaven, A id the roapers k:ss and part at the blading of I bo sheaves Iu the happy harvost Gel is as the sun sinks low. TU m tiio ra;ers gather home from the gray and mistv meres Oh, l.sppy are the apples when the south wind blow ! Thentu reapers gather Lome, and they bear n;oii their spews Ijve whoso faw is like the moon's fallen pale among the spheres With tin daylight's blight upn it as the suff sinks low. Faint as far-ofT begins blowing soft and low the reapers sung Ol, happy are the apples when the south winds blow ! Sweet as maimer in the blood when the heart is ripa and young, Love is sweetebt in tho dying, like the shoaves he lies among In the happy harvest fioMs af the sun sinks low. Will Wallace llanuy, in Harper's Magazine. WALTER BRADLEY'S SECRET. When Asa Bradley was sentenced to the State's prison for "life for the doable crime of forgery and manslaughter, many people said that a wicked man was now where he could do no harm ; but it was a dreadful misfortune to his wife and son. Six mouths afterwards, Mrs. Bradley died, and the friends of the family asked, " What will become oi poor Walter?" But this little burst of sympathy was all " poor Walter " ever got of them; aud when the boy was sent to the alms house, it was agreed that the place was good enough for the son of a convict. For five years the almshouse was Wal ter's only home. Then the overseers of the poor informed him that he must be " bound out," and earn his own living. Young as he was (he was scarcely thir teen), Walter had a stout heart, and it needed only this sudden send-off to rouse his latent sense of independence. For the first time he realized his posi tion clearly, and found his native pride, lie declared with spirit that he would no . longer be beholden to panper help, or would render pauper service, ana witu this resolution he went his way to fight the battle of life alone. He little knew the difficulties he would have to meet and conquer. After apply ing in vain at several places in town, he went to Rockland, a thriving factory vil lage, and spent three days in a fruitless search for work. Weary and discouraged, he finally met a farmer who wanted some help in his haying. I'll work for you cheap, and hard, too," Baid the boy, with a brightening hire you," said the farmer, reflectively. " I know you ain't to blame for what your father did, but I guess I'll look a little further." And starting his horse, he was soon out of sight. Toor Walter I A sharp pain shot through him as he recalled afresh how hard and unjust the man's decision wos, and his own friendless condition. But at length his elastic spirit took hope again, and he walked resolutely on to tho next village. Here he was more fortunate. A placard with " Boy wanted " was conspicuously displayed in the window oi a large ary-gooas store: and he applied for the situation His open, manly face made a favorable impression on Mr. Lewis, the merchant, and he agreed to take him on trial for one week. Walter was active and faithful, and gave perfect satisfaction. But Mr. Lewis chanced to hear that he was " the son of the forger and murderer, Asa Bradley," and when the week was out, he coldly told Walter he could look for a place elsewhere. The bov took this dismissal grievous ly. Knowing as he did the reason, it touched him like a death-chill. Was he to be crushed through life for inheriting a name loaded with disgrace? The thought filled his soul with bitterness, and prepared him for the stern, almost flp.rnfi. determination which followed. This tainted name should no longer be a hindrance to him. He would discard it forever. Walter's maternal grandfather was Gilbert Hensbaw. a man whose charac- ter was above reproach, ana to oe canon after whom would be an honor to any descendant. Henceforth he would be no more Walter Bradley, but Gilbert Henshaw. He would go where he was unknown, and the'secret of his old name should be revealed to no one, More than three hundred miles he traveled on foot, begging fod by the wav after the little money Mr. Lewis had eiven him was cone, and often at nicbt having onlv the damp ground for his bed. Ho reached the boundary line of Ohio, and at once began anew the weary search for employment. One warm summer evening ho en tered a field, and found rest and refresh ing sleep in a heap of new-mown nay. rim finn war far abovo tho hills before Mm tired, footsore bov awoke. Old Mr, Oardiner and his man camo out with tnrha in linuH in mien the hsv. " Jiminy 1" exclaimed Abei ; 41 if here un't a bov asleep, and I came near a- nit.diinir mv fork rieht into him !" Walter opened his eyes and looked wild and frightened. "What are you here for?" demanded Mr. Gardiner, gruffly. ilI am going to Ashburton, to try and find work. I hadn't any place to sleep, or any money, and laid down here for the night. Yon won't get work in Ashbnrton. The mills have stopped," said Mr.'Gar ilinir in ft mollified voice. " Do you know any one who would UkA to bire a bov ? I'd be glad of even a small iob. for I must either work or fifnnra " The farmer gave a sharp look into the lWfl f(lA. "Wfill " said he kindly, "go in and get some breakfast, anyhow ; and if you're a mind to, you may stay here to day, and I'll try you. What's your rinms?" Gilbert Henshaw," replied Walter, wifVi a rnddnnnd face. TlA toiled faithfully all that day, and did so well that old Mr. Gardiner de nided to keen him a week: and when the week was ended, Mrs. Gardiner had found him bo obliging and useful in the that she said to her husband: " I think we better keep this boy till the harvesting is over. lies very handy, and will save us a great many "tfes," responded Mr. Gardiner; and Oia matter was settled. Weeks and months passed. Gilbert was happy in his adopted home, and the comfort and plenty around him made tliA loner autumn like a continued holi day. Old Mr. Gardiner and his wife grew more aud more attached to him, and their kindness to him was unfailing. One peculiarity in the boy, however, puzzled the worthy couple and piqued their curiosity. Gilbert never alluded to the past, and never would tell directly where he came from, or if his parents dead or alive. But they were con- to press him, ami Riderata enough not beholden to panper help, or preferred to think that he nad some saa reason ior mo Biioiiuo wmtu uiiwiou i blame of 'his own. When winter came theGardiners were less inclined than ever to let Gilbert go. He stayed with them, attended tne vil lage school, and worked morning and evening, taking care of the cattle. One day Mrs. Gardiner was looking over a large mahogany box which con tained valued family relics. She took out an ambrotype, and after gazing at it long and tenderly, she said to Gilbert, who was near, with much emotion: " This is the picture of my only broth er, Thomas Iding. He come to a dread ful death. A wicked man, named Asa Bradley, murdered him." Gilbert's kneeB shook under him. He gasped for breath, and his face looked wild and white. "The iurv brought in a verdict of manHlanchter." she continued. " but it was murder deliberate murder 1" " Why, Gilbert, how pale you are What ia the matter ?" " I I don't feel very well. I guess I will go out" And hurrying from the house the poor boy, overwhelmed with horror and distress, went to the barn and sat down alone. That his best friends, his benefactors, who of all the world had in his need civen him employment and a home, eye. "That sounds well. Where do you live?" " I came from Stony Brook." " Come a little nearer. I want to take a good look into your face." Walter approached the wagon for in spection. 4 - You look willing, at any rate. What's your name ?" "Walter Bradley, sir." "I hope you aint no way connected with Asa Bradley, who killed Thomas Iding." " I am his son," faltered the boy, with averted face. "Well, that's unlucky I I want to hire a good ' likely boy, not a son of " Then came a long embarrassing Bilence. " Well, I guess on the whole I won't should prove, after all, to be the suffer ers by his father's crime, was too much. a .... 11 now would thev reel n iney Knew mey were harboring the son of their brother s murderer ? It seemed as if he must fly from tue place at once fly to the ends of the earth, hunted by a paiernai nan. calmer thoughts returned, and he suc ceeded in quieting the tumult of his feelings. To run away would be a sus picious and cowardly act ; to confess who he was could do no possible good. There seemed to be nothing left for him but to seek to atone, aa far as possible, for his father's crime by self-sacrificing devotion to those whom that crime had so terribly afflicted. He could do this, though he Bhould never break to them thA dread secret of his real name and kindred. Winter and spring passed, and sum mer came again, uue morumg, Gilbert was returning from the post office, he saw a man riding up the street whom he instantly Knew to do ireser Harrington, one of the overseers oi the poor in tony liroOK. ureas waa mo consternation. If Mr. Harrington should recognize him, and reveal that he was the son of Asa Bradley, and had lived five years in the almshouse, all his present hopes and happiness would be at an ena. He quickly turned his face away, and stood leaning over the railing of the mill-stream bridge, gazing mtenuy into the water. . . Mr. Harrington Btopped his norse. "Tiov." he said, pleasantly, "Wflicn road must I take to go to Ashburton ?" TJn answer. Gilbert seemed not to hear him. ... " I say. boy I which is the right road to Ashburton ?" Still no reply. " Can't you speak, or don t you know?" touching Gilberts shoulder with the handle of his whip. Still Gilbert neither moved nor spoke. TTa Aither can't hear, or won't hear," muttered Mr. Harrington, as he started his horse and rode on. Gilbert stopped to call on a sick friend, and an hour later reached home. As he entered the sitting-room, the first person he saw was Peter Harrington, in conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Gardi ner. With a crimson face and wildly- beating heart he slipped out by tne nearest door. As Mr. Harrington had merely glanced toward him, he hoped he had. escaped recognition. But Gilbert was mistoKen. liarniy had the door closed after him when Mr. Harrington asked, in much surprise, "Is. that boy, Walter Bradley, living with you ?" That lad s name is uuoeri nen- shaw," replied Mr. Gardiner. "He has been witli us over a year. " Ha, ha, ha ! You Have been wen duped. He is the son of Asa Bradley, who killed your uromer, inuujao Iding." " Impossible !" exclaimed Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, simultaneously, "It s a fact," persisted Mr. Harring ton. "I knew Walter liradley wen. iie was in the almshouse a long time. Over vear ago he disappeared, and most pepple thought he'd gone to sea. So he has passed nimsen on on you us vinueru Henshaw ? A pretty bold push, I call iU" As may be supposed, Mr. Harrington left the Gardiners greatly disturbed in mind. Their astonishment upon learn ing that they had befriended a son of the dreaded convict, Asa Bradley, seemed overpowering. " I understand now why he never al ludes to his past life, and will say noth ing about his parents," said Mr. Gar diner, reflectively. " And thiB explains why he turned so white when I showed him brother Thomas' picture, and told him he had been murdered by Asa Bradley," Baid Mrs. Gardiner. " Well. wife, this boy's father took the life of your brother, and it's for you to say what we shall do with him." Mrs. Gardiner was silent a few mo ments. " Husband," she said, at last, " Gil bert has lived with us over a year, and all that time he has evidently tried his best to be a good boy. We have caught him in no wrong-doing ; and have Been no sifltis of a bad disposition in him. He has been industrious and faithful. All we can charge against him is that he came to ns under a false name. He has been an outcast once ; it would be cruel to send him adrift again. Let him stay." "That's just my mind I" exclaimed Mr. Gardiner, fervently. "We have no children, and it may be that God has given us this boy. We will not turn him away tor his iatner s Bin. when UUbert came in 10 uinner, uo cast an anxious look into tne laces oi the old people, but no trace of any reve lation was visible. They were even more gentle and tender toward mm than Hiav had ever been beiore. Five years passed. Gilbert lived, happy and beloved, under the roof of the good old Mr. uardiner ana nis who. He had attended school, and received a good education in the ordinary branches. His beneractors nau no cause ior regret for taking the friendless youth to their home and hearts. One night Gilbert suddenly awoke, and was startled by a strange glare of light. Through his window he saw the elms and poplars outside glowing lurid red. He sprang up, and hurriedly raised the sash. The shed was on fire, and the flames hail just seized the house. Gilbert rushed down stairs, shouting the alarm, and in a moment every sleep er was awake. The family worked va liantly to pat out the fire, but in vain. A fresh wind was blowing, and jn half an hour the house and all the out-build ings belonging to Mr. Gardiner were in ruins. Tho good old man and his wife were homeless. " It came hard to pay the interest on the mortgage," said Mr. Gardiner in a hollow tone, " and now we haven't a place to lay our heads." " God will provide," responded Mrs. Gardiner, trying for his sake to stifle her own sadness. " Yon have me left to yon," said Gil bert, tenderly. " I am strong to work, and yon shall never want while I live. " A portion of the furniture had been saved. This Gilbert removed to a little unpainted house offered by a neighbor, and the old couple were as comfortable as circumstances would permit. A month later the following letter was received:. " Friend Gakdineb If the boy who called himself Gilbert Henshaw is with you, or you know anything of his where abouts. please inform him that his great- uncle, Joshua Bradley, has lately died in St. Louis, without family, and has left no wilL Bv law he is one. of the heirs to the property. I regret your loss by fire, and believe me , " Truly your friend, " Pkteb Harrington." The iext day Gilbert started for Stony Brook, and was absent two weeks. Then again his happy face brightened the old people s humble home. " I have news for you," he eaid, "which will give you both pain and pleasure." " Give us the worst first, and the bet ter last." said Mrs. Gardiner, smiling. " I have a secret to divulge which will distress and astonish you. In all the time I have been with you, I havo never told you my real name or parentage, am not Gilbert Henshaw. I am " " We know who you are I" exclaimed Mr. Gardiner. " You are Walter Brad ley, Bon of Asa Bradley." A look of utter astonishment over spread Gilbert's face. How bad they fathomed hiB secret ? " Mr. Harrington told us all about vou five vears aeo." said Mrs. Gardiner, " And you have given me a home, and love, and svmnathv. knowing all this time I was the son of your brother' murderer I" said Gilbert with moisten ina eves. " Dear boy." returned Mrs. Gardiner, fondlv. "we could not drive you from ns for your father's sin I You have been a constant comfort and blessing to ns the child of our old age, given ns by the Lord." "And I shall not forget your generous kindness and true love. My share in Uncle Joshua's estate is five thousand dollars. We will build a new house on the old site with our money," Baid Gil bert. The worthy pair looked at him in de lighted wonder. "Your money, my boy," they b&th said. " No. ours. What ia mine belongs to you to my second parents who made . . . i ii my napless, iorsaKen me nappy Hgain. In a few months a commodious house was erected where the former home of . T 1 1 1 .1 .1 11 ,.1.1 ine uaruiners iiau biouu, buu me couple moved into it with their " son.yl Gilbert gamed a right to his adopted name by' making application through form of law, and he is now a prosperous farmer a generous, noble-minded man in whom the unfortunate and destitute always find a friend. Youth's Com-panion. One person out of every thirty-nine and a half in this country is color blind. They have libel suits in Japan all the same as in America. The editor of the Osaka Kitmo has been fined thirty yen for falsely stating that the governor of Hiroshima had been arrested on suspicion. TIMELY TOPICS. A New Haven policeman has devised a new kind of policeman's club. It con sists of a brass covering to an ordinary club, attached to it by springs, and colored to reBemble rosewood, u a man should seize it he would only get the brass cover, leaving the policeman ample opportunity to wield the club itself. Some of the boys at Carrollville, Wis., made a midnight parade, wrapped in sheets, and starting from the village eravevard. Their idea was to scare who ever saw them. They succeeded. Three women went into convulsions at the sight, one sick man was thrown into a relapse, and a girl broke her arm by a fall in climbing hastily over a fence. Lire's West Window. We stand at life's west windows, And think of the days that are gone ; Remembering the eomtag sunwt. We too must remember the morn ; But the sun will set, tho iay "will close, And an end will come to all our woes. As we watch the western casements, Reviewing our happy youth, We mourn for its vanished promise Of honor, ambition, and truth ; But our hopes will fall and pride decay, When we think how soon we must pass away. We stand at life's west windows, And turn not sadly away, To watch our children's faces The noontide'of sparkling day ; But our sun must set, our lips grow dumb, And to look from our windows our children come. 8tiU looking from life's west windows ; And we know we would not again Look forth the eastern lattice, And live over all life's pain ; Though life's sunlight be brilliant, its sunsot id sweet, Since it brings longed-for rest to our weary feet. In the public gardens of Vienna a bear underwent an operation for cataract. He was blind in both eyes. A strong leather collar was firmly buckled around his neck, and the attached chain passed round a bar of the cage. Two powerful men pulled him up, bo that a sponge containing chloroform might be applied to" his nose. The first evidence or ine action of the chloroform was a diminu tion in his struggles; one paw dropped and then the other. The door of the den was opened, and his head laid upon a plank outside. The- cataracts were re moved, and the bear was drawn back into his cage. Next morning he came out of his den staring about him, caring notbingjfor the light, licking his paws, and evidently glorying in the recovery of sight. The Chinese quarter of San Francisco has been undergoing a thorough official inspection. One house had two stories below the level of the street, divided into rooms about five feet by eight, con taining two to six occupants each. Lepers were found, and one of them was said to be engaged in the manufacture of cigars that were sold daily in the city. So thickly inhabited is this quarter, and to such use is every foot of indoor space turned, that in hundreds of houses the cooking is done in the streets or on the roefs. Some kitchens are built on slen der supports overhanging the sidewalks. Fireplaces are built on the window Bills, with Bhields of old tin bending outward for chimneys. Fires were even found burning on heaps of ashes laid upon un protected wooden floors and against wooden partitions, ine sparns nyiug m all directions. Items ot Interest. Object of interest To swell the Artemus Ward's Power of Ridicule. " Artemns Ward at Cleveland " is the title of an article in Scribncr, and the following extract shows how apt at repartee the great American humorist was : In repartee Browne had scarcely an equal among the journalists of his time, and his pen was held in wholesome fear by rival members of the fraternity, ne had always a ready answer for any that attacked him. and he used his power of ridicule in reply to his assail ants. One day he found a neat package on hia desk, which, on opening, he dis covered was a jack-knife. A reporter of a morning paper a notoriously homely man heard of it. andmaaeaparagrapn to tho effect that Browne richly merited the knife. That evening Browne re torted by naming the person, and say- inar : " He is the homeliest man in America, He has broken five cameras in endeavor ing to get a picture of himself to send to the children of a bitter personal enemy, maliciously intending to frighten them to death. He has been offered a good salary to stand up in a corn-field as a scare-crow. He is compelled to get up three times every night aid rest hia face, xn ins courting days ne was uiieny unsuccessful until he had prooured mask. He has a gait like a saw-horse. and when he walks the sidewalks the verv bricks recoil in horror." Not content with this chastisement, in the next issue, under the guise of a special dispatch from Charleston, where Ossawatomie Brown was on trial for treason, he said : " The jury in the case of Ossawatomie Brown, charged with murder and trea son, brought in a verdict of guilty at ten o'clock this morning, and at eleven o'clock he was sentenced by Judge Barker. The judge, after dwelling with great force on the enormity of the pris oner's crime, sentenced him to sleep one night with naming the rival reporter, 'and, said the judge in a trembling voice, ' may God have mercy on yonr soul t ' The prisoner fell with an agonizing Bhriek to the floor, aud there was not a dry eye in the vast con course of spectators. An effort will be made to get his sentence commuted to hanging." Cheap out-of-door breakfast A oll , on the grass. A terrible death from phosphorus is reported. A young man left Tans to visit his friends at Lyons, and as soon as he got into the carriage ne lit a matcn by scratching it with his thumb nail, aud a piece of the incandescent phospho rus penetrated under the nail aud made a slight burn, to which he paid no at tention. But after an hour the pain be come very great, the thumb swelled, then the hand, and next the forearm. He was obliged to alight at the nrst station and send for a medical man, who declared that instant amputation of the arm was necessary.' The patient insisted on postponing the operation for a few hours until the arrival of his father, for whom he had telegraphed. But before the latter could reach the spot, it was too late; the poisonous matter had gam ed the arm, then the shoulder, and any operation henceforth was impossible. The young man died twenty-seven uours after the burn, in horrible suffering. principal. A storekeeper advertises thirteen pounds of sausages for a dollar. That's dog cheap. The papers speak of a man who has " turned up missing." In other words, he was found lost. " How lopg," said a crushed tragedian to a ticket clerk in a depot, striking an attitude, " how long will it taka a first class actor to get to Todunk?" "No longer," replied the clerk, "than it would any other first-class blamed fool 1 " "Why don't you limit yourself?" said a physician to an immoderate in dnlger in the ardent. "Set down a stake that you will go so far, and no farther." " I do." replied the bibulous subject; "but I set it bo far off that I always get drunk before I reach it." Mary Haley, a supposed widow, was killed in Steubenville, Ohio, by a rail road accident. Her baby was left to the care of her brother, who sued the rail road in its behalf, securing a verdict of $5,000. Soon a husband turned up to claim the custody of the child and the money. Afterward another husband came, with an insurance policy of 85,000 in his favor on her life. Both men had parted from her years before, but were ready to profit by her death. 7 There are 40,000 Germans in San' Francisco, and 30,000 more in the States and Territories of the Pacific coast. They take an active interest in politics and in stock speculations. Thero are two daily newspapers published in Ger-. man in the California metropolis, and five weeklies, two of them illustrated. A large proportion of the German ele ment is devoted to agriculture and , stock raising, and many lead a seafaring life. Most of the trade with the Mexi- ' can coast, and much of the bay and Sacramento river trade is in the bands of the Germnn ship owners and shipping ' aud coo-mission agents. TBEASCBE TEOVE. Something I've found on my way Through earth to-day; . . Something of value untold, Brighter than gold ; ' Something more fair than the tint Of morning glint ; Something more sweot than the song Of feathered throng 1 SomothhiK that lovelier glows Thau queenly rose ; Something more sparkling by far Than yon uright star ; Something I chorUh how well? Words cannot tell. Something oh, can you not guess i Ttien I confess. Some one has said " Love is blind ;" Yet do I find, Deep in the heart of my love My treasure trove 1 What Makes Success. In business life two things are essen tial to success : First, sound judgment ; second, activity. In all departments we find a greater deficiency in judgment than in other requisites. Long familiar ity in a given department does not necessarily produce it, though this will undoubtedly aid and strengthen it. Only by reliance on one's self, and feel ing individually responsible for the re sults of action founded on one's own pfTortH. ean the fact be established of A Unable to Oraut the Petition. story illustrative of red tape in Russia is told by an English correspond en t,. who declares that it is true. An operatic singer connected with a Mos cow theater, wishing to make a short excursion into the country, went to get her passport countersigned by the local authorities. The presiding official in quired for her " written petition." " My written petition I" cried the lady, "I have none ; I never knew that anything of the kind was required.' "JNOtre-' SnAoial talent rmired. madam ? On the contrary! noth ing Call Ut3 UUUO WltUUUl W AMav sheet of paper and write according to my dictation." She transcribed word for word a formal petition requesting leave of absence, whioh was then signed, fold ed and sealed. " And now," quoth the man in office, " you have only to deliver it." " To whom, pray ? " " To whom ? " echoed the otlicial, with a smile at t absurdity of tho question ; " to me, ot course." The document was handed across the table. The great man ad justed his spectacles, broke the seal, gravely read over his own composition, and said : "Madam, I have read yon 1 petition, and I regret to tell you that 1 am unable to grant it." will not furnish it for a man who may have capacity for acquiring information, may be able to enter into learned discus sions on supply or demand, may have vast knowledge of productions, their sources of supply, and their various uses, and still lack tho ability to apply to practical and everyday use the bene fits of information. So, also, one may beoome familiar with all the details of business through long experience in the service of others, and as a servant, or in an executive capacity, making himself invaluable without ever realizing the responsibility attached to individual discretion or judgment. In this belief we find an answer to the oft repeated inquiry why so large a portion of business m,en are unsuocessiui ; 10 claim that so many fail to meet fair suc cess through force of adverse circum stances, instead of permitting circum stances to control Uiem. Men who have the capacity to comprehend the whole question presented to tnem, 10 properiy weigh not only the side of success but of failure, and who understand the import ance of right thinking and the full pen alty of mistake, are the ones whosuoceed, and whether they get credit for having good judgment or not, they certainly exercise it. Number of Persons iu Employment. The latest published statmonts giving the number of adult male persons em ployed in various occupations in tho United States present the following figures : AfrrinnUni-al nursuitS 5,92'2.47! Donieotio BervantH 975,7 U Ordinary laborers 1,041. tii . Trade aud trawpoitatiou 1,1U1, J Manufacturers i," Miners t Total non-professional l'rufcHBioual Dion If I 1 .11
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