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VOL. XII. NO. 18. TIONESTA, PA., JULY 23, 1870. $1.50 Per Annum.
Who?
Who is the iweotest baby
That ever said " A-gno V
Who is tho dourest biiby, ,
With eyos io Bolt and blue?
Tlio in tho prettiest baby T
I think I know. Do you ?
Who has tho softest goldon
f ittlo rings ol hnir ?
Who bus the rosiest cheeks and
Tho smoothest forehead fair?
Who bus tho sweetest kisses,
Knough ol thuin nnd to spare?
Who has the cunningest fingers,
And who thu pinkeut ol toesT
Who bus a month like a roHohud,
And who thu duinticHt nose?
And wlio ! as sweet altogether
At the very sweotcst rose ?
Who hns the prettiest dimples,
Dancing in chin and cheokt
And who iu learning the dcurctt
Ol all dear names to nptuik T
And whose blue eyes are learning
Main ma's dear eyes to seek ?
Aht surely, tbore's only one answer
To (he questions linked you bare;
Only tine true, glad answor,
Awaiting the mother's ear.
Who is the princo ol babies ?
Why, ol course, my buly dear!
.Vary 1). Jlrine, in the Indcjtsndm.l.
IMPROMPTU FI3EW0KKS.
"Are you my Uncle Robert?" said a
sweet, childish voice. And stopping
the chceilul whistle Hint always ac
companied his work, and looking up
iVom tit'; plane tli.it was loudly lisping as
'itrapyiy skimmed along the hoard lie
was pftuiiur, Richard Foster saw, stand
ing in the doorway of his workshop a
bright Juno sunbeam' rest ins on her
pretty head a little fair-haired girl.
Ltost in astonishment, lie did not an
swer the child, hut gazed at her with
wide-opened eyes. She had appeared
o suddenly and quietly, and, moreover.
she was so unlike the round-faced, rosy
checked, white-haired, chubby little
ones of his native villageso lair, so
fragile, with a strange, yearning look in
.her iarge violel-bluo eyes, and a tin, ol
.purest gold on the long flowing hair
that fell about, her small delicate lace
that she seemed to belong to an entirely
different race.
" Are you my TJnele Robert?" she re
peated, coming a step or two'into tin
shop.
"No, I'm not, bhy; I wish 1
were," answered the cheery young fel-
low, recovering from Ids surprise; lor he
? dearly loved children, and t.'iis child
touched some chord in his heart that had
never been touched before.
"My name's not 'R.ihy;' it's Eva,''
aid the child. idriking the black hair
from her face, and regarding him with a
serious look. " And mamma's name is
' Eva too." And then, with a little sigh :
1 " I fought perhais you was him."
"What made you think so, baby 1
mean Eva?" asked the young man, with
a pleasant smile, tossing his plane aside,
and sitting down on a huge block of
wood that stood near.
" You look like him" speaking with
, quaint preciseness. " lie went away
when I was a very little girl I'm 'most
' Ave now but I 'member him. He had
a face like you, a nice laughing face;
but" glancing at tho shirt sleeves
" he wore a coat, and he used to give
T mo candied for kisses two candies for
one kiss; and mamma cries because he
4loes not como back and take us away
V with him."
The dinner bell rang loud and long in
tho cottage adjoining. The young car
penter mechanically rose to- his feet, and
then deliberately sat down again, as he
said, with a tender look in his honest
brown eyes, " I'm sorry mamma cries."
" Yes, she cries " in a lowered voice,
and, completely won by tho kind look,
coming to his side, and putting her mite
of a hand conlidingly in his "because
papa has gone up there" (pointing to
the sky). " I don t 'member him; 'twas
long, long, long ago; and Unelo Robert
don't come back; and she's a beggar!"
x this last remark evidently quoted,
with a dramatic little gesture.
Again the dinner bell rang violently.
"Willau tell mo. where you live,
Eva?" asKfrf Dick, paying no attention
to the summons; but before the child
could reply a stout, buxom, black-cycd
girl Hew into the room from the rear
door, and a slight, graceful, fair-haired
4 woman came in at the other.
."Pick, why on earth don't you come
t-xdinner?" almost yelled. the buxom
CrrTfTind, "Eva, my darling, what are
you doing here?" cried the pretty
woman.
" I fought he was mv Unelo Robert."
said the child, smiling at the young
woi Kman as sue cropped ins Hand and
went toward her mother. .
"He?" exclaimed tho pretty woman,
scarcely glancing at him. "Why lie"
with a light laugh, and a slight in
flection of scorn, or something very like
it, in her voice "he's a carpenter."
And catching the child in her arms,
she disappeared as suddenly as .she had
arrived.
' Goodness gracious 6akqe alive!" said
Dick's brown-faeed, red-cheeked sister,
with not an inflection but a whole
Yolume of scorn in her voice. " A ear
j penter, indeed! And what is she?"
"What is she?" repeated Pick.
" Oh, come along to dinner, Pick, and
don't bother. I'm iiungry, if you ain't "
giving him a by no means gentle pull.
tf " Stop a moment. Lib " jerking away
fmm her "that's a good girl, and tell
me all about it."
"Allbout it? Pshaw! you men are
a'WUike! All about her, you mean.
PoMKm think she's pretty?"
" Well, all about her, then," said
Pick, utterly iirnorimr the nuestion.
Motber'll be bopping mad. and the
victuals'll be stone-cold, but I'spose I'd
better hurry and tell you what I know
at once, or you'll bo ppsterine the life
out of me till I do. She's a widow
'Mrs. Leonard Doming, M. I).,' that is,
Mr. Leonard Doming was ' M. D. ;' and
she came here two days ago to live in
the brick cottage round the corner, with
her aunt, old Mrs. Pauldinir, who is al
ways talking of ' better days,' and boast
ing that there never has been a mechanic
in her family. And yet she's as poor as
a church mouse, and no one knows how
she manages to live."
"(5o on, Lib" as she stops to take
breath.
"There goes the bell again!" turn
ing toward tho door.
" Ybu shall not stir a step until you
finish your story," says Dick, detaining
her with Arm but gentle force.
"Oh, Richard Foster, what a tease
you are! and only yesterday you was
'ailing me a gossip, and saying how wo
men's tongues did run on, and eh!"
(with a shrill scream) "what a pinch,
you tormenting thing! Well, her hus
band was a doctor, and went off to some
place or other when they'd been manned
a year or so, and caught the yellow fever,
and died, and left her nothing but Ids
'M. P. And she's as poor as old lady
Paulding arid just as proud ; and, oh,
Pick, the funniest thing she's Ailed one
of her aunt's windows with wax flowers
for sale, just as though any one in this
place wduld buy wax flowers! Co.ne
along."
"Lib, I think wax flowers are beauti
ful" ho had never thought of them in
liis life before, and in fact knew nothing
about them "and I wish you'd set the
other folks a good example and buyalot
of them from Mrs Doming for our par
lor mantel," and he thrust a bill into her
hand.
"Pick Foster, aro you crazy P Wax
flowers, and mother wanting a new
cook stove this minute! the old one's
falling into pieces and I haven't "
" A stitch to your back," says Pick,
smiling. "You never have. Rut buy
the flowers, Lib, dear, and mother shall
have a new stove and you a new dress
before the week's out. I'll work nights."
"Rut, Pick "
Rut Pick had rushed away at a fourth
and most furious ringing of tho bell, and
she was fain to follow without another
word.
Pay after day Pick Foster set his shop
door wide open, and replenished the
pretty bonbon box that was hidden
away behind some tools on a slielf in the
coi ner, in liojies that he might some day
again raise his head from his work and
see the fair-haired child standing before
him. Rut day nfter day went by, and
June merged into July, and she came no
more.
The wax flowers had been bought n
few days after Pick had so suddenly
discovered how much he admired them,
ind wonderful imitations of nature they
proved to be, but, alas! wanting nature's
wonderful fragrance; and they stood be
tween the china dog and cat that Pick j
remembered from his earliest boyhood, :
on the high, old-fashioned wooden man- I
tel iri the low-ceilinged sunny parlor.
Lib had come back from purchasing
them with a quick stepand a snap in her
black eyes, and had immediately as
Pick knew she would tho moment he
caught sight of her rushed into the
shop to as she was wont to express it
" free her mind.'
" There, 1 hope you are satisfied," she
began, with a toss of her head, putting
the vase of lilies and roses into his hand ;
" but I -think you'd better saved your
money. Not but what they're pretty
enough, and I don't see how she makes
'em ; I couldn't. Rut of all the stuck-up
things I ever saw, she's the worst.
Your little girl thinks your brother
looks like my brother,' says I, trying to
make myself agreeable; 4 does he?' 'I'm
sure I don't know; I didn't look at
him. My brother is a very handsome
man, and an artist, We were a family
of artists, although my share of talent
took a very lowly form,' says she, hand
ing me the vase she called it a ' varse.'
Good-afternoon.' "
To all of which Dick replied not a
word, but turned away and sawed like
:rad, which so offended Miss Elizabeth
Foster that she never referred to the
pretty widow again until tho afternoon
of the 3d of July, when, with a gleam of
mischief in her face, she burst out at the
supper table': "Oh, Pick, I've a mes
sage for you. I met " Miss Eva," as the
little servant-girl calls her. They say
that girl serves Mrs. Doming for 'ove;
wish! could get people to serve me for
that. 'Please tell the the shavings
man,' said Miss Eva, that I wanted to
come again, but mamma won't let me.'
And, oh, Pick, if they haven't put Are
works for sale in the other parlor win
dow! Wax flowers arid fireworks!
Ain't it funnyP',
Rut, judging from Pick's clouded brow
and closely set lips, Pick thought it any
thing but funny; and Lib, wisely
dropping the subject, devoted herself to
mother a soit gingerbread with un
divided attention.
And the cloud still lingered on the
carpenter's brow as he, pail in hand,
just after supper, bent his steps toward
the old well that stood a few feet beyond
the brick cottage. He had developed an
extraordinary fondness for the water of
this well; it seemed as though nothing
else.could quench liis thirst, albeit until
a lew weeks ago he liad been perfectly
satisfied with the cold as ice, clear as
crystal water drawn from the well in
his mother's garden.
As ho drew near the isolated cottage
he saw the fireworks in the window, and
Ins heart came up in Ins throat. " So
poor, so proud, so lovely." he thought.
" I'll buy them all to-morrow." And at
this moment the pretty woman stepped
out on the old-fashioned porch, and Pick
turned and fled.
Hut a few hours after Pick was again
seized with a terrible thirst a thirst
that he was firmly convinced could only
bo assuaged by a draught from the brick
cottage well, and again, pail in hand, he
set out, this time to reach the place of
destination and begin slowly to return.
Jt was ten o'clock. In the cottage all
wassili'iice and darkness. Pick paused
as he reached it, and leaned against the
maplen front of the door and gazed at
the shutterless windows where the wax
flowers and fireworks entreated. "Come
buy me." And as he gazed, smash went
a pane of glass, and a blue light shot
jast him and fell with a prolonged
hiss upon the ground. Then in quick
succession came another nnd another.
Then fizz! bang! pop! pop! fizz! bang!
and the pyrotechnic articles were shoot
ing about in every direction, and the
white muslin curtains were in flames.
In a moment the strong young fellow
had burst open the door, thrown the
pail ot water upon the crackling fire
works, torn down the blazing curtains
and stamped out the fire. And in
another moment some one in a long
white robe, her golden hair silvered by
the moonlight, came flying out of the
room just beyond, and, flinging her
arms about him, cried: "Oh! dear
brother Robert, you have come back at
last. Rut but looking about her in
a bewildered manner "what has hap
pened P"
" I'm not brother Robert," said Dick ;
but he didn't loosen the clinging arms,
as it behooved him to do when he made
the declaration. " I'm the the shav
ings man, and your window has been on
fire. Fortunately, 1 was passing " Rut
he got no further, for the white-robed
figure uttered a little shriek, and fled
with precipitancy as old Mrs. Pauld
ing entered the room from the other
door, her best bonnet perched on her
head and her night-cap dangling by its
strings around her neck, a silver teapot
in one hand and her favorite cat, grasped
by the throat, in the other, on a queer
little run, totally unlike her usual digni
fied tread.
To her did Dick explain the cause of
the wet carpet and the smoke-begrimed
walls, and, amid her profuse thanks for
his timely help, was taking his leave,
when Mrs. Peming, lamp in hand, again
made her appearance this time in suit
able evening dress.
"Oh, aunt, what an escape!" she be
gan, setting the lamp on the table; "and
to think 1 never awoke until tho very
last, I was so tired ; and Eva has slept
through it all. We might have been
burned in our beds." And then, turning
to Pick, she said, hor sweet voice trem
bling in spite of her great effort to main
tain her composure. " I beg your pardon
for the absurd mistake I made; but I
was so bewildered, and only half awake,
and I'd been drearoinc ot my brother,
whom you "looking"" him full in the
face " resemble very much." And
breaking off suddenly, her voice trem
bling still more, "How can we ever
thank you, Mr. "
"Pick Foster, the carpenter," said
Pick, with as much dignity as though he
had said " doctor " or " artist."
" Mr. Foster," her lips quivering and
her fair cheeks flushing red, nnd she
held out to him her dainty hand.
' Pick flushed as rosy red as she, liut
made no movement toward her. His
right hand hanging listlessly nt his side,
his hat held in his left, he stood in
silence as though uncertain what to do.
" Po you refuse to shake hands with
me?" she asked, a look of pained sur
prise flitting across her lovely face.
"Why, God bless us! ho can't,"
sereame i the old lady; "his poor hand
is dreadfully burned.'' And she hastened
away in search of old linen and sweet
oil.
And it was his. working hand ter
ribly burned ; but when Pick went home
that night lie scarcely felt the pain for
the memory of two violet eyes shining
through tears, and a sweet voice saying,
"Oh, I'm so very, very sorry so very,
very sorry !"
The next mornina Mrs. Foster had
just cleared away the breakfast things,
ana gone into the sitting-room where
Pick sat, installed in the only easy chair
the house "possessed, his right hand en
veloped in'bandages, a book in his left,
and the vase of wax flowers on the
table before him, when there came a
gentle knock at the street door. The
good mother, opening it, beheld a pretty
blue-eyed woman, holding a pretty
blue-eyed little girl, standing upon the
threshold.
"Oh, it's you, Mrs. Peming," said the
old lady, bridling and fluttering her cap
ribbons. "Good morning, ma'am."
"Your son," said the young widow,
with a hesitation strangely foreign to
her, "is he better? Has he sufVcred
much through the night?"
"His sufferings can be of no conse
quence to you, ma"am," returned the
old lady, sharply, in spite of a warning
"Mother!" from the room she had just
left. "He's only a mechanic, ma'am."
"He's a noble fellow!" exclaimed
Mrs. Peming, seizing the wrinkled, toil
roughened hand that was raised as
though to wave her away; "and, oh!
please don't bo cross to me. I haven't
slept all night thinking of him."
Mrs. Foster's face began to relax, and
the stern look completely faded away
when little Eva, looking up with pure,
beautiful, beseeching eyes, entreated,
" Pon't be cross to poor mamma."
" Well, I suppose the fire warn't your
fault," she said; "though how them
fireworks exploded passes my compre
hension. There must have been some
powerful carelessness somewhere; and
it's my opinion that folks that doesn't
understand things should let'em alone;
and his hand's very bad indeed ; and he
won't be able to work for a month, just
as he had the most industrious fit I ever
kr.ow'd him to have thousrh a lazv bov
he never was and was earning lr ts of
money. And his hand'll have to be
dressed night and . morning, and take
about an hour each time "
"Oh, then can be of use," cried the
pretty widow, a bright smile breaking
over lier lace, "lam a capital nurse.
Let me come every day and dress the
wounded hand. Your time, I know, is
precious; and it is the least I can do, for
it was in my service I mean my aunt's
that it was wounded."
Well, that's clever, and I'm obliged
to you ; but mo and Lib "
" Mother!" from the parlor.
" Well. Richard ?"
" I shall beonly too glad to accept Mrs.
Peming's kind offer;" and Mrs. Peming
went in.
Three weeks had gone by, and the
hand was nearly well. " I nevei saw
anything heal so quickly," soliloquized
Pick, ono pleasant, fragrant morning, in
a tone that implied that lie wished it
wouldn't. "She can't come here but a
day or two longer, bless her! I don't
really nerd her now, though I pretend I
do and then I'll be nothing to her but
Pick tho cai nenter again."
"Pick," chirped a bird-like voice,
" mamma's got a letter from Uncle Rob
ert. I run in to. tell you," and little Eva
danced into the room.
" Great heavens !" thought Pick, turn
ing pale, "he's coming to take her
away;" and a moment after Mrs. Pem
ing came in with the letter in her;iiand.
"Aro you worse this morning?" she
nsked, anxiously, looking at the young
fellow's pale face.
" Yes, much worse," he answered,
dryly. "Eva tells me you have a letter
from your brother."
" I have at last. And he's in Paris,
and does not expect to return to this
country for many years. He has mar
ried a beautiful French girl, and, I fear,
has almost forgotten me."
" Your brother married and forgotten
you?" burst in Lib, poking her head in
at the door. "Well, that's nothing
strange. Rrothers will marry and for
get sisters till the.endof time;r' and call
ing to Eva to come and see the newly
hatched chickens, away she went again.
"And personally 1 resembled him,
that is, I suppose, as much as a mechanic
could resemble an artist," said Pick,
xr a fonl-kl r nffnm nt . 44 I .
there the resemblance must end. I never
1 ,1 i r
iruuiu jihvu ior&ouen you.
And then they are both silent for a few
moments, Dick breaking the silence at
last. "I am very sorry for your disap-
nnintmpnt;. Ynn Imri hnno
this humdrum place, where there is no
one you could care for."
" 'o one I ennlH fnr fnr " alio nmont.
ed, slowly. " I am not so sure of that ;
but 1 am sure of one thing, Richard, and
i.4. t -i x i , ,
uiiiLis mitt, x uoiioi neeu yoursympauiy.
I have learned to love this pretty, quiet
place "
" Ynll lmve?" sliniitnd TMi.V " r), if
. vtt. Wll, 11
I were not a poor carpenter if I were an
.ii ini, n fMi jsii i.ui, ii jawyer, anyininsr
nrofessional T'd nsV von in trv nnrl
learn to love me. and stav here forever."
"Try to learn to love you! Why,
lllflr VOll flpfil" rl.ii.lini .T.l
fcoose don't you know I've loved you
Ill-1 1. I n Ull . 1 I ninl.t nf 1 . . 1 ....
fire-works?,'
"My blessed darling!" cried Dick,
catchinar her in his arms and kissins her
sweet lips.
"Goodness gracious sakes alive!" said
Lib, appearing at the door again. " My
brother's going to be married too."
Harper's Weekly.
The Tower or the Printed Tage.
The power of the printed page so far
transcend s any personal speech, in these
days of universal reading, that any com
parison would be futile.
When the strongest array of facts, the
most cogent reasoning possible, persua
sion tiiat melts into pathos, or ringing
sentences that leap electric from point to
point in the argument, can all be com
passed in a form, and struck off by the
hundred thousand and transmitted in one
day to the people of a whole State, what
voice, even though of a siren or saint,
can hope to compete with its influence?
And this power of print, wonderful ns it
now seems, is only at the leginning; for
invention is already rife with methods of
rendering it vocal as human speech, in
stant as photography, and infinite in re
production. Facts are what the world wants to see
in print, and facts are short, sturdy
things, .just fit to put in print. Opinions
are of value only as they hold facts in
solution. Your moving eloquences are
but facts on fire. Iteration, too. nnd re
iteration a. e essential. F'acts which come
through the eyes are more permanent,
when Axed, than those got though the
ear; yet, like telegrams, they require to be
repeated to make sure.
in aright cause the printed page in its
rapidity of reach and result is past belief.
It is with such weapons that reforms an
waged. Multiply impressions and effects
become cumulative. Scatter a few scores
of these documents in the quiet by-ways
where the wrong is being brooded over
and soon there will bo a neighborhood
in a blaze. Feed the flame, extend the
circle, spread the papers, and in a few
months a good result will be accom
plished. Print is at its c heapest, and the amount
of invaluable publications to be had by
the poorest fully equals his time to pe
ruse it. When a good paper is sent the
whole year for a dollar or two, it re
quires a calculating machine to Ax the
minimum of prices paid for every right
word said in it. B. Uratz ltroum.
His Idea of Business.
Jimmie Harvey, aged t v years nnd a
half, came into the Southern Police Sta
tion this morning with both thunfbs
pressing against his eye-balls,
"Pon't cry," said Lieutenant Farnan,
and then everybody in the station echoed
the lieutenant's words and as each
" don't cry" fell from an earnest lip Jim
mie only bellowed the louder.
"What's your name, little one?" in
quired the lieutenant.
" Jimmie."
"Jimmie what?"
"Jimmie Harvey, an' I lives on Front
Street."
"Have you lost your way, Jimmie P"
" Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Punno."
"Who's your father?"
"Punno."
" Is he in business?"
"Yes, sir."
" What does he do?"
" Why why he he licks me," was
the bubbling answer, which, beginning
faintly, ended in a downright bellow.
Jimmie was placed on achair to await
the arrival of his father, when perhaps
some more " business" will be transacted.
llaltimore liuUttin.
Hetwecn 1H71 and 108, both years in
clusive, 3,800,0(10 persons were employed
in Rritish mines, andJ,05Bof them lost
their lives.
How n Girl's Father Saved $1,500.
A young man who had long and
dearly loved a beautiful girl on Warren
nvenuc besought of her recently to name
the happy day, which she did with such
fond, reluctant delay that it would
hardly have been thought that she had
made up her mind what the date was to
be more than two months before, so soon
as she saw that he meant biz. They ac
cordingly waited upon the author of her
being, and, going down on their knees,
acquainted him with the lay of the land
and besought of him his biessing. He
was a practical and economical old man,
witli a mind fertile of lesource, and when
the young man had stammered that he
loved her dearer than his life and had a
salary of ?1,800, and that he hoped
the old man caught up his trusty Toledo
(O.) walking-stick, and, calling his pro
spective son-in-law many hard names,
drove him out of the house; then
seizing his daughter by her tiny
shel-lac ear he awayed with her
to the deepest bedroom beneath the
nttio roof and locked her in there.
yhat was the consequence? That very
niht a young man came with a rope
ladder, an ample cloak and a marriage
license, and stole his bride away, and
they were made one at a west-side
churcn. The young woman said to her
husband: "Algernon, my father be
haved toward you as mean as all get-out ;
still he was my mother's husband, and
we ought to have some deference for
him, so let us go to him and tell him we
are wedded, and ask his blessine. Re
sides I want to get my coinb bag that I
left on the bureau.1 "Well, I'll go,"
said the young husband; "but, mind
you, Matilda, if he iays a hand on me
save in the way of kindness. I'll knock
his two eyes into one. I su flcred his pre
vious indignities because he was the
hoary- headed author of your being ; now
he is only ntv bald-headed old father-in-law,
and I won't stand it, if he is
three times ns old as I am." Accord
ingly they went home, and when they
got there, and were excitedly feeling for
the bell-pull, the old man opened the
door and said, "Come in, come in.
How's the blushing bride, eh? Rless
you, my children. Now, by the time
wo havepartaken of refreshments the
hack wnTlie here to convey you down
town or to any railroad depot you may
be pleased to indicate." They'followed
the old man into the parlor like people
in a dream. "I wras afraid once," he
said, cheerfully, " when I saw Matilda
coming down that ladder that the blame
thing would break for she's full sixteen
ounces to the pound, Matilda is and
drive all my new rose bushes and tulips
into the ground. Why on earth didn't
you, when you were compelled to flee
from my wrath, elope out of the front
door? I left Matilda's dungeon-cell
unlocked and I left the front door ajar.
I went to the foot of the stairs and
snored at the top of my voice so as to
give you every facility." "Po you
mean to say, venerable and respected
sir," said liis new-made son-in-law,
" that you have and have had no objec
tions to my paying my addresses to your
daughter?'' "Never the least in the
world," replied the old man, beaming
blandly on them; "you are the son-in-law
I should have picked out of mil
lions, if 1 had been permitted to choose,
and even had I not been satisfied of your
worth and sobriety I could not have
found it in my heart to refuse todo what
Matilda desired me to do." "Then,
sir," exclaimed the young husband,
thinking that perhaps he had married
into a family having the hereditary taint
of insanity in. the blood, "then, sir,
what did you give r pthe graad bounce
for in such an energetic and inconsistent
manner?" "Recause, my clear boy,"
said the good old man, "I saw that if 1
did you would instantaneously takeout
a license and elope with tho girl, and get
married at an expense of $(5.50, borne
exclusively by you, whereas if the mar
riage took place in the ordinary course
of events I would have been stuck for a
trousseau, and dresses, and flowers, and
a dejeuner, and presents, nnd so on to
the extent of at least $2,500. You will
find $1,000 in this pocketbook for ex
penses during your bridal trip ; the re
maining $1,500 I am ' in,' and they are
but the legitimate reward of my ingenu
ity. You will surely not object to pay
ing such a price for four months more
of wedded bliss than you would have
otherwise enjoyed, and for the chance
of beginning your married life in a ro
mantic manner." They couldn't, of
course. Chicago Tribune.
Employment.
The following sentiment was uttered
by Daniel Webster, in a speech in the
Senate of the United States:
"Sir, I say it is employment that
makes the people happy. Sir, the great
truth ought never to 'be forgotten; it
ought to be placed on the title page of
every book on political economy intended
for America, and such countries as
America. It ought to be placed in every
farmer's magazine and mechanic's maga
zine. It should be proclaimed every
where, notwithstanding what we hear
of the usefulness and I admit the high
usefulness of cheap food notwithstand
ing that the great truth should be pro
claimed everywhere, should be made into
a proverb il it could that where there
is work for the hands and the men,
there will be work for the teeth. Where
there is employment there will be bread.
And iu a country like our own, above all
others, will this truth hold good a
country like ours, where, with a great
deal of spirit and activity among the
masses, if they can find employment,
there is always great willingness for
labor. If they can obtain fair compen
sation for their labor, they will haveirood
houses good clothing good food, and
the means of educating their families;
and if they have good houses, and good
clothing, and good food, and means of
educating their children from their labor,
that labor will be cheerful, and they
will be a contented and happy people.
Diwrnod i loni calon poh I'yniro
gwladgarol fydd (Sorphenaf S3. I'tica
Ilerahl. Dontund cr sta ndabl amedw
ordo lit. Homt tknlinel.
What li Menus.
Annyed in snow-white pnnts and VMt,
And other raiment luir to view,
I stood before my sweothfiart Sue
The charming creature I lovo best.
" Tell mc, and docs my costume suit
I asked thnt npplo ol my eye,
And theu the charmer made reply
" Oh, yes, you do look awlul cute!"
Although I frequently had heard
My sweetheart vent her pleasure so,
I must confess I did not know
The meaning ot that lav'rite word.
Uut presently at window sido
Wo stood aDd watched the passing throng,
And soon a donkey passed along
With ears like sails extending wide.
And gazing at the doleful brute
My sweetheart gave a merry cry
I quote her Ian ;uage with a sigh
" Ob, Charley, ain't he awlul cute?"
Eugene Field.
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
A scratch makes light of a match.
Sailors are never averse to getting mar
ried. It is always the maritime with
them.
No newspaper canvasser can raise a
club as quick as the average New York
policeman.
Three hundred members of the Moore
family lately gathered at New Philadel
phia, Ohio.
" There's a woman at the bottom of
it," as the man said when his wife fell
in the well.
If the man who gave us by mistake
tho lead quarter he was saving to put
in the contribution box Sunday will call
we will cheerfully allow him to rectify
his error. Stillwater Lumberman.
The Muscogee mills, at Pensacola
Fla., have sold to a single New York
railroad 4,000,000 feet of lumber, to be
delivered in sixty dajs. This is the
largest summer order ever filled by n
Southern mill.
The circus poster decks the lence
In country towns remote,
And wakes a beatiflo sense
Ol joy within the goat
, The Win..
A"tw Yurk Star.
The city council of Pueblo, Col.
passed an ordinance against carrying
concealed weapons, and on the following
day most of the male residents ap
peared on the streets with revolvers
and daggers stuck in belts outside of
their coats.
A man asked for admission to a
show fr half price, as he had but one
eye. Rut tho manager told him it
would take lum twice as long to see
the show ns it would anybody else
and charged him double. Cineinnati
Saturday ATight.
Strong drink is the curse of Africa,
according to Mr. McKay, missionary
of tho American Roard. " Go where
you will," ho says, " you will find
every night, when grain is plentiful,
every man, woman anu child reeling
with the effects of alcohol."
Edward Payson Weston, the pedes
trian, was once a newspaper man. This
fact was carefully concealed as long as
he was achieving nothing but failures.
His great proficiency in walking was
doubtless acquired by collecting his own
subscriptions. Norrint-.u n Herald.
A curious ancient Mexican library has
been found in the ruins of a vast palace
at Xaye, near Chiapas, in Southern Mex
ico. The writings are inscribed on terra
cotta tablets, half an inch thick, and
are supposed to be sacred records, but
the language in which they are written
is not accurately known.
The "Twa Brigs "or Ayr.
The town divides itself on tho sides of
a river, which is spanned by the "twa
brigs" celebrated in one of the poems
byRurns. In the dialogue that occurs
between the two structures the new one
sneeringly asks the old :
" Will your poor mirrow footpath ol a street,
Where twa wheolhurrows tremble when they
meet,
Your ruin'd, formless bulk o' Ktune an' lime,
Compare wi' bonuio brigs o" modern time?"
And the old one answers:
" Conceited gowk! puB"d up wi' windy pride'.
This mony u year I've stood the flood an' tide;
And though wi crazy eil.l I'm siur lorluirn,
i'll bo a brig when ye're u shapeless eairu!'
There was prophecy in the air tlatt
night when the poet, impelled by all-directing
fate, wandered by the Wallace
tower on High street to where the tide -swollen
Frith was tullenly dashing
along the shore, and the new " brig" was
indeed a " shaiieless cairn " last autumn,
while the old one was still bearing its
burden of trallic. The former becoming
insecure, had been closed and partly de
molished; the latter, narrow and incom
modious, looked like a solid natural
rock thrown across the stream. There
is a sun-dial in the middle of the old
bridge, and the cobble stones ot the
pavement are interlocked with tlw co
hesion of hornblende in granite. East
ward the river becomes shallow, and
foams upon the rocks with which the
bottom is strewn; the banks are green
at no great distance above tho bridge;
and t.elow, a mixed fleet of fishing boats,
barks and smaller craft is moored to the
wharves, that extend to the breakwater,
over which the water of the Frith flies
in southwesterly gales. Harper's Maga
zine. Words of Wisdom.
lie who runs after a shadow has a
wearisome race.
Those who cry the loudest have gen
erally the least to sell.
There are two kinds of geniuses the
clever and the too clever.
It is tlie best proof of the virtues of
a family circle to see a happy fireside.
How few fnults are there seen by ua
which we have not ourselves committed.
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