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Adonals.
Thnmmim rams nxt behind,
WhOKn anininl wuupdjn Liibanon allured
Tlio Hyrlnn dnmnrlH lotmnt uta fate
In amurona dlttica all a summer's day."
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.
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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
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