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The Evcry.Dnj r.irllng.
."".ic !a nir.:- a branty i,or genius,
And no fa could oall her wise;
In a crowd of ot her women
She would draw no stranger's eyej;
Kvon we who love her are ptiKiled
To any whore her preoiousncss lies.
She is sonry whon others are sorry,
So sweetly, one likes to be sad;
And if peoplo around her are merry,
She is almost gladder than glad.
Her sympathy is the swiltest,
The truest a heart ev"or had ; .
She is just an evory-dny darling,
' The dearest that hearts ever had.
Hor hands are so white and little,
It seems as if it wore wrong
Thoy shouever work lor a ntomcnt,
Arid yet they are quick and strong.
Many a dear one jieeds helping
She will work the whole day long;
The procious every -day darling,
JCvory day and all day long.
She is loyal as knight were loyal,
In the days whon no knight Hod,
And lor sake of love or of honor,'
If nood bo, a true knight died ;
But she droams not she is braver
Than the women by hei side
This previous every-day darling,
Who makes sunshine at our sido.
Ah, envy her, beauty and genius,
And women the world cull wise;
The utmost of all your triumphs
Would bo empty in her eyes;
To love and bo loved is her kingdom j
In this her happiness lies, ' . ,
God bless her, the evory-dny darling!
In this hor preciousnoss lies.
NOR AH.
We had been out all night watching the
. herring-fishers, but as soon as the work was
over, and the faint glimmering of the dawn
appeared in the east, we turned our bontV
bow toward the flioiv, uiul pulled swifth
homeward. T4htfe lay the group of cur
raghs, still' upon the seem of (heir labor,
loaded with phosphorescent fish -and drip
ping nets,-and manned with crew of
shivering, wejry inert. The sea, which
during the night had been throbbing con
vulsively, w hp en I in and bright aa a polished
mirror, while te gaunt gray elms wfere
faintly shadowed fortli by the lustrous
light of the moon. ' '
" Wearied with ni.n night's labor I lay list
lessly in -the stern of the boat, listening
dreamily to the measured splash, splash, of
the oars, aud drinking in the beauty of the
scene around me: the placid sea-, the black
outline of the hills and cliffs, the silently
sleeping village of Storport. Presently,
' l!bwevr, niy.e.ira detected another sound,
which came faintly across the waters, and
mingled softly with the monotonous splash
ing of the oars and the weary washing of
the sea.
"Is it a merntaid flinirintr ?''. I miked
sleepily.' "lhe village maids are all
dreaming of their lovers at this hour, but
the Midian Moras sing of theirs. Oh, yes,
it must be a inernrnid, for hark ! the sound
is Lulling from the shore yonder, and surely
' no human being'ever possessed a voice half
so beautiful 1"
To m jrpieHtion no one vouchsafed a re
ply, so lay still hnlf-sleepily and listemd
to the plaintive wniling of the voice, which
every moment grew stronger. It came
across lhe water like the low sweet sound of
an .Eolian harp touched by the summer
breeze; and as the boat glided swiftly on,
bringing it ever nearer, the whole scene
around seemed suddenly to brighten as if
from the touch of a magical hand. Above
me sailed the moonscattering pale vin
ous l;.ght 'around her, and touching with
her cool, white hand the mellow thatched
cabins, lying so secluded on the hillside,
the long stretch of; 'shimmering sand, the
fringe of foam upon the shingle, the peaks
of the hills which stood silhouetted against
ill inalo crrnv atv
i pi- . .
A white owl passing across the boat, and
aliftost brushing my cheek with its wing,'
arnnmvl ma nt limcrt.h fnm mv tnrnnr Tim
i . M n - v - ( - -
SOmid lif thfi Vflil'p hnd ppflftpd A hnva rrt&
- - - - . . - . w . . . . . . u t J tJ J-
ncad a llock ol sea-gulls reamed, and, aa
thev sailed away, 1 heard the whistle of the
curlew ; little pulllns were lldating thick as
bees around us, wild rock-doves flew Bwiftly
from-the Caverns, and leyon'd" again the
cormorants blackened the weed-covered
rocks. Xhe spLa.-h of our oars had for a
moment created a commotion ; presently
all calmed dwn again, and agaiu I heard
Uie plaintive wailing 6f . the mermaid's
voice. '
did so, I saw that the singer -was a-young
girl who, with her hands clasped behind
her, and her face turned to the moonlit sky,
walkfd slowly along the shore. Suddenly
shySiiHed, atil whil,the sea kissed her
J feet, and the moon laid -.tremulous
'ytids upon her head, legan to ting again.
As the last words fell from her, tremulous
lips, and the echoes of the sweet voice fade"d
far away across, the sea, the boat gliding
gently on ran her bow into the sand, and I,
leaping out, come suddenly face to face
with the loveliest vision I ever beheld.
"la it a mermaid?" I asked myself again,
for surely I thought no human being could
be half so lovely. ,
Xeavfapale MadotniVlike face set in a
wreath yf golden hair, on which, the moon
light biXghteiied and darkened like the
Bhadowa on a windswept sea. Largo lus
trous eyes which gazed earnestly seaward,
then filleiiwith a strange wandering far-off
look . as thy turned to my face. A young
girl clad in a peasant's dress, with her bare
feet washed reverently by the sighing sea ;
h half-parted lips kiased by the breeze
whicTl traveled slowly shoreward ; her
cheeks and neck were pale as alabaster, so
. were the little hands which .were' still
clasixialf-nft-vously behind herj and as
she Ktjiod, with herhands vartdering rest-ls-siy
first to my face, then tthe dim line
of the horizon, tht moon, brightening with
sudden splendor, wrapt her from head to
loot in a mantle of shimmering enow. .
For a moment she sii Raising with a
prwiliar far-away look into my face; then
with a sigh she turned away, and with her
face still turned oceanward, her hands still
clasped behind her, wandered rlowly along
the moon-lit sands.
As she went, fading like a spirit amid the
shadows, I heard again the low sweet sound
of the plaintive voice which had come to
me across the ocean, but soon it grew fainter
and fainter until only the echoes were
heard.
I turned to my boatman, who now stood
waiting tor me to depart.
" Well, Shawn, is it a mermaid?" I asked
smiling.
. He gravely shook his head. .
No, yer honor ; . 'tis only a poor colleen
wid a broken, a broken heart 1' .
I turned and looked questioningly at him ,
but he was gazing at the spot whence the
figure of the girl had disappeared.
" God Almighty, risht the dead 1" he said,
reverently raising h'.s hat, " but him that
brouglitsuch luck to Nora O'Connell de
served His ewrse, God knows."
This incident, coupled with the strange
manner 01 my man, interested me, and I
beganto question him as to the story of the
girl whose lavely face was Btill vividly be
fore me. lint for sonie reason or other he
seemed to Bhun the subject, bo for a time I
too held my peace. But as soon as I found
myself comfortably seated ' in the cosy par
lor of the lodge, with a bright turf fire
blazing befare me, I summoned my hench
man to ray presence.
" Now, Shawn," I said, " close the door,
draw your chair up to the fire, and tell me
the story of the lovely colleen whom we saw
to-niKlit."
" Would yer honor really like to hear'
"I would; it will give me something to
dream about, and prevent me frontf thinking
i L - i t t e y i
mjii 111 nun oi ner oeuuuiui iacc.
ShtwnBmiled gravely.
''Jfer honor thinks her pretty? Well,
then.ye'll believe me when I lell ye that if
ye was to search the connthry at the present
moment ye couldn't find a colleen to match
Xorah O Connell. When she was born the
neighbors thought she must be a fairy
child, she was so pretty and small and
white; and when she got oLjer, there wasn't
a boy in Storport but wouw Jay down his
life for her. I3oys-M fortunes and boys
widout fortunes trietfto get. her; and beg
ingyer honor's parc"on, I went myself in
with the-rest. But it went ie 'way wid w
all; Norah just smiled and said she did not
want to marry. But one day, two years ago
now come this Serapht, that lazy shaugh
r.itin Miles Toughty (God rest his seiil!)
ciime over from Ballygallyr and gojng
xtraiglit toNorah, widout making up any
.t'latch at all, asked her to marry him."
''Well?'.'
" Well, yer honor, this time Norah
brightened up, and. though she knew well,
eiiouglrthat Miles was a dirty .blackguard
widout a penny in the world though the
old people said no, and there was plenty o
foi tunes in Storport waitin' on her she just
went against every oneof them and eaidl
lie must marry Allies, lhe old people
pulled against her at first, but at last
NoCTih, with her smiles and pretty ways,
wmi over Father Tom who won over the
Id people, tilt at lat they said that if
vl ih-s would go for a while to the black
pits of Pennsylvania and earn the money
and buy a house and a bit of land, he
should marry her."
lie paused, and for a time there was si
lence. Shnwn looked thoughtfully into the
(ire; I' lay buck in my easy chair and
carelessly watched the smoke which curled
from my cigar, and as I did bo I seemed to
hear again the wildly plaintive voice of the
girl as I had heard it before that night:
" I have called my love but he still sleeps on,
And his lips are ascold as clay;"
and as the words of- the song passed through
my mind, they seemed to tell me the sequel
of the story.
" Another case of disastrous true love,"
I said, turning to Shawn; and when he
looked puzzled, I added, 'he died, and she
is mourning him ?" ; '
" Yes, yer honor, he died ; but if that was
all he did we would forgive him. What
broke the poor colleen's heart wag that he
should forget her when he got to the strange
land, and marry another colleen at the
time he should have married her: after
that it was "but right that he should die."
" Did he write and tell her he' was mar
ried?" " Write? no, nor till he was de,ad either.
Ilere was the poor colleen watching and
waiting for him for two whole years and
wondering what could keep him; but a few
months ago Owen Macgrath, a boy who had
gone away from the village long ago on ac
co'.nt of Norah refusing to marry him,
came back again and told Nora that Miles
was ilead and asked her to marry him. He
had made of money and was ready to
Ltake a house and bit of land and to buy up
cattle it sne would imt say the word to
him."
"Well?';
"Well, yer honor, Nora first shook her
head and said that now Miles wna dend
'twas at well far her to die too. At this Owen
spoke oL and asked where was th use of
grieving so, since for many mouths before
his denth Miles had been a married man!
Well, when Owen said this. Nora never
spoke a single wjrd, but her teth set and
uer nps auu lace were wane anu cold as
clay, and ever since that day she has been!
OXJ Dlldllgy 1. JIV. B.JB .l.uv avui billing
ar Dl.tnr.r-A in lit... UrOva t ) I uilIii u lliinlr ,.
not rieht at all. On moonlieht nhzhts hL
creeps out of the house and walks by the
sea, singing them strange old songs; then
she looks out as if expecting him to come
to her and right lor wrong, she'll never
look at another man !''
As Shawn finished the hall clock chimed
five; the last Bpark faded from my cigar;
the turf fell low in the grate; bo 1 went to
bed to think over the story alone.
During the three days which followed
this midnight adventuie,Storpprt was visited
by a nkluge of rain, but on the fourth
morning I looked from my window to find
the earth basked fn summer sunshine. The
Bky was a vailt of throbbing blue, flecked
here and there with waves of summer cloud,
the stretches orf sand grew golden in the sun
rays, while the saturated hills were bright
as if Irom the smiling ol the sky. The siht
revivified me, and as soon as my breakfast
was over l whistled up
trolled cut into the air.
my dogs and
How bright and beautiful everything
I looked after the heavy rain I The ground
was spongy to the tread ; the dew still lay
heavily upon the heather and Jong grass ;
but the sun Seemed to le sticking up the
moisture from the bog. Everybody seemed
to be out that day; and moct jeople were
busy. Old mon drove heavily laden
donkeys along the muddy road ; young
girlB carried their creels of turf across the
nog; and by the roadside, close to where I
stood, the turf-cutters were busy.
I stood for a while and watched them at
their work, and when I turned to go I saw
for the first time that I had not been alone.
Not many yards from me stood a figure
watching the turf-cutters too.
A young man, with high boot, felt hat
cocked rakishly over one eye. and a vest
composed of all the colors of ,the rainbow.
When the turf-cutters, pausing suddenly in
their work, gazed at him with wonder in
their eyes, he gave a peculiar smile and
asked if they could tell where one Nora
U Connell lived ; he was a stranger here and
brought he news from the States 1 In a
moment a dozen fingers were outstretched
to point him on, and the stranger, again
smiling strangely to himselt, walked away
l stood ior a time and watched him go,
then I too sauntered on. I turned off from
the road, crossed the bog, and made direct
tor the seashore,
1 had been walking there for some quarter
ot an hour, when suddenly a huge shadow
was flung across my path, and looking up
again I belie Id the stranger. His hat was
pushed back now, and I saw for the first
time that his face was handseme. His
cheeks were bronzed and weather-beaten,
but his features were finely formed, and on
his head clustered a mass of curling chest
nut hair, lie was flushed aa it with excitement;-
he cast me a hurried glance and
disappeared.
Five minutes after, as I still stood won
dering at the strange behavior of the man,
my ears were greeted with a shriek which
pierced to my very heirt. Kunning in the
direction from whence the sound proceeded,
I reached the top of a neighboring sand
hill, and gazing into the valley below me I
again beheld the stranger. This time his
head was bare his arms were outstretched,
and he held upon his breast the half-fainting
form af the lovely girl whom I had last be
held in the moonlight. While I stood hosi
tsling as to the utility of descending, I vv
the girl gently withdraw herself from fj
arms, then clasping her hands nround his
neck, iall sobbing on his breast.
" Well, Shawn, what's the news?" I asked
that night when Shawn rushed excitedly
ii.to my room. For a time he could tell
me nothing, but by dint of a few well ap
plied questions I soon extracted from him
he whole story. It amounted to this : that
titer working for two years like a galley
slave, in the black pits of Pennsylvania,
with nothing but 'the thought of Nora to
bcJi) him on, Miles Doughty found himself
with enough money to warrant his coming
ho me ; that he was about to return to Stor
port, when unfortunately, the day before
his intended departure, a shaft in the coal
pit fell upon him and he was left for dead ;
that for many months ho lay ill, but as Boon
;ih he Was fit to travel he started for home.
Arrived in Storport he was .astonished to
lind that no one knew him. and he was about
to pass himself olF as a friend of his own,
when the news of his reported death and
Norah'e sorrow so shocked hiin that he de
termined to make himself known at once.
"And God help the villain that told tier
he was married," concluded Shawn, " for
ne swears he 11 kill him as soon as Norah
God bless her! comes out o the fever
that she's in to-night." . . . .
:
Just three months after that nitrht. I found
myself pitting in the hut where Norah
O'Connell dwelt. The cabin was illumin
ated so brightly that it looked like a snot
of fire upon the bog; the rooms in the
house were crowded; and without, dark
figures as thick as bees in swarming time.
nines uougnty, clad rather less gaudily
than when 1 first beheld him. moved amidst
the throng, pausing now and again to look
afi'ectiocately.at Norah, who, decorated with
tier bridal flowers, was dancinar with one of
the straw men wo had come to do honor to
her marriage feast. ' When the dance was
ended she came over and stood beside me.
"Norah," I whispered. " do von remem
ber. that night when I heard you singing
songs upon the sands?"
Jler face flashed briehtlv unon me. then
it grew jgrave then her eyea filled with
tears. i
"My dear," I added, " I never meant to
pain you. 1 only,want you to sing a sequel
to those songs to-night !"
She lauahed lijrhtly, then she snoke
rapidly in Irish, and merrily sang the well-
Known Jines: . .
" Oh, the marriage, the marriage,
With love and my bouchal lor me;
The ladies that ride in a carriage
Mitfht envy my marringe to thee."
Then she was laughingly carried ofl' to
join iu another dance.
I joined In tile ffin till midnieht: then.
though the merriment wasstill at Us height,
1 quietly Jel't the house and hasteWl home.
As I left the" cabin I, stumbled across a
figure which was hiding behind a turf.
stack. By the light of my burning turf I
recognized the features of Owen Maccrath.
JJi! slunk away when he saw me, and never
,-irAoe that night has he been seen in Stor-
, II
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-A Big- Trunk.
A correspondent of the New York
Commercial has interviewed Misa Ander
son, who made such a sensation At New
port with her big trunk. By actual
measurement he found the trunk to ho
seven feet nine inches long, (our feet two
inches wide and five feet three inches
deep. On. the top of the trunk is the
following: "Baggage Sm-shers : If you
can't lift me, call for morWieln. Swear
ing won't make me budge an inch, lie
member the Commandment: 'Thoy
shalt not take the name of the' Lord thu
God in vain.' " '
Of the 40,000 postmasters in the'Cnited
States only 2,000uv appointed by the
l'twsident, and are paid lv salary; the
38,000 others are designated by the Postmaster-General
and are jaaid in propor
tion to the amount of business done at
thejr offices.
A Shocking Fellow.
Georgo Bell, of Portland, Oregon, now
visiting friends in this city, possesses
the remarkable peculiarity of being able
to deliver a shock ns perceptible and dis
tinct as that from a galvanic battery. lie
attended the ball given by the Master
Mariners' Association ot B'nai B'rith
Hall, and there created considerable
amusement for those who knew the
secret of his powers by the way in which
he treated the ladies to whom he was in
troduced and with whom he mingled in
the dance. A Chronicle reporter called
upon him at the residence of his brother-in-law,
W. F. Peck, on Mission street,
last evening, to request an explanation
of the phenomenon.
' " You can call it a phenomenon or
anything else," said Mr. Bell, " but I can
give no explanation of it. I simply
possess the power of giving these shocks,
and that's about all there is about it. I
don't care about any senseless publicity
on the subject, though you can mention
it it you want to. l will tell you
how it works. There is a good deal of
electricity in my system, and when I
catch a person by each hand it seems to
pass from me to them. You've seen peo
ple take hold of the handles of a battery ;
well, my hands are just like those
handles. Give your hands and I will
show you." . .
Mr. Bell took the hands of the reporter
in his and pressed them tightly. A
shock of electricity, in no way differing
from that given by a galvanic battery,
was received.
" You see," said the living battery,
" when I draw in my breath the elec
tric current seems to acquire great
power." The reporter felt the truth of
the remark as the sharp, prickly sensa
tion increased, as if a hundred invisible
needles were being shot through the
arms.
"There, you have the whole thing,
description and experience, as much as I
can give," said he, as he dropped the
hands of the reporter. .
" I understand you could pick up
needles, Mr. Bell, vith your fingers as
with a magnet," said the searcher for
facts. '
" Oh, no, I never could do that. These
stories are always exaggerated, you
know," replied he, as he lit his cigarette
and blew the white smoke out through
the open window.
" I presume it furnishes yourself and
friends abundant amusement when you
desire it," suggested the reporter..
w en, yes ; l can nave some fun now
and then. I give the shock, you know.
when.no one expects it, and often I
frighten the ladies when I place one hand
upon a shoulder and grasp their hand
with the other. They take it in good
part nearly always, though I now and
then get into a little trouble with those
cross-grained specimens of humanity
who never can take a joke."
How do the ladies treat your elec
trical powers? Are they more fright
ened than the men?"
"Of course. Did you ever know a
lady who wouldn't scream louder than a
man could when she saw a child fall
down stairs? Those who don't know
mo at all sometimes get frightened: but
the ones who do usually say. ' Oh, how
you shock me, Mr. Bell,' and laugh. I
shock the ladies often, but I can't help
it, you know."
At this point Mr. Bell announced that
he had an engagement to fill, and the
reporter withdrew. San IVancisio
Chronicle.
A Miner's Good Fortune.
There is an Italian in Nevada City
who owes a fortune to a drink of water.
As the IVanscript relates the incident;
he arrived at the Golden Gate in quest of
a fortune and found his way to the
Sierra Butte mine, where he failed to get
employment. After receiving numerous
rebuffs, he started to return to the lower
country again. He became so weary,
footsore and disheartened that he began
to wish himself back to sunny Italy once
more, among the vines and olives, lie
grew feverish thinking of his trials and
tribulations, and stopped at a spring to
moisten his parched throat. Cattle had
been that way a short lime before, and
with their feet stirred up the limpid
water until it became thick with mud.
The Italian scooped out the basin and
waited until the sand should settle to
the bottom, that ho might slake his
thirst and bathe his brow. By-and-by
the water became clear as crystal, and
he stooped to drink. An astonishing
sight met his eyes. The bottom of the
6piing was strewn with bright yellow
particles that glittered in their watery
bed. With all his ignorance of minin!'
he knew he had found gold. He rushed
.'xcitedly to a camp where lived some of
his countrymen, and told theslory'ot his
discovery, but they were incredulous,
saying that some miner had stopped at
the spring to drink and lost what was
found from his purse. One of them,
however, volunteered to help prospect
the claim, although he had no confidence
in developing a permanent or profitable
ono. The lirst day panned out $700.
Since then they have worked it con
stantly and on an extensive scale. It
has paid handsomely from the first.
Last year they took out $40,000, and sold
one-quurttr interest lor $20,000 more.
Smallness of the World.
I)r Motley, alter three years and a
halspent in a voyage of scientific ex
ploration around the world, says the
vogag left a deep impression of tlio
smailness of the earth's surface. W o
live in the depths of the atmosphero as
deep as the sea animals live in the depths
of the sea. Like these we can crawl up
into the shallows, or mount at peril in a
balloon; but the utfuost extent of o ur
vertical range is no greater than we can
walk horizontally on the earth's surface
in a couple of hours. If there were land
the eutire length of the equator it might
be possible to run around the world in
three weeks. A walk of about four
miles a day would bring a man from
Belrtng Strait to Cape Hope in about
seven years. The earth'as a component
part of the universe may be compared to
a small isolated island on ita surfaee.
TIMELY TOriCS.
The Massachusetts Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Children, find
ing that a great many children run away
from home in all parts of the United
States and Canada,' and are either lost or
stolen, and that the society is put to a
great deal of trouble to ascertain where
they belong when found, have hit upon
plan to aid in returning children to
their parents, and intend to circulate a
large number of notices like the following
throughout the State : " The parents and
guardians of children within the Com
monwealth of Massachusetts are hereby
roquested.to have at least one article of
clothing upon their children plainly
marked with the child's full name anil
residence, so as to assist the local police
and M. S. P. C. C. officers in returning
children to their homes when lost or
stolen.
Of all the aerial phenomena with
which the Northwest has been visited
this summer, perhaps the one that
struck New TJlm, Minn., caused the
most laughable scare. The citizens of
New Ulm, as, well as those of the neigh
boring towns of Renville county, had
just supped, wlxjnthe air suddenly grew
not not with the heat of summer-evening
sultriness, but with that of fire. So
intense was the heat that people at first,
thought their houses ablaze, and after
ward that some tunnel communicating
with the realms below had blown out
its terrestrial end. The blast of air
passed from south to north and lasted
about two minutes. Those who ex
pected that the Biblical prophecy about
the destruction of the world by fare was
being fulfilled were soon enjoying a cool
breeze that followed the remarkably hot
one.
Over in the neighborhood of Cleveland
Ohio, there exists an Old Maids' Associ
ation, a society which was organized
seventeen years ago. The society has
rigorous laws against the marriage of
any member. Any one who marries is
subject to a fine of a box of cake or one
hundred big brass pennies, and by a vote
of the society may nave the letters U. D.
I. branded upon the solo of the right
foot. The annual meeting was held at
Geauga Lake recently. Seventy ladies
were present. Miss Georgie Nichols,
of Aurora, Ohio, was elected president,
the lady who preceded her in that office
uejiijr impeaeneu necauso, , during tne
year, she had not only permitted six
members to marry, but had herself gone
and done likewise. Extracts from Ten
nyson's "The Princess" were read. In
the evening a few mild young gentlemen
were permitted to be present during the
boat ride on the lake. Captain C. K.
Henry, one of the favored, took advan
tage of the occasion to offer a silk ban
ner to the town that next year will send
the largest delegation of old maids.
Napoleon's First Glimpse of Eugenie.
A few nights before the coup d'clat
which made him emperor, President
Louis Napoleon gave a grand ball at the
Elysee. The wealth and fashion of Paris
were represented there. Perfume of
flowers and strains of sweet music filled
the air. Magnificent as the scene was,
the president tired of it and longed to be
out under the calmer light of the stars;
so taking his friend, Edgar Ney, the
Duke of la Moskwa, by the arm, lie
started out through the conservatory for
the cool gardens. As he stepped through
the doorway a picture met his gaze that
almost took away his breath, and for n
moment he stood as one in a dream. It
was not long, however, before he saw
that the' beautiful vision was reality.
Standing before a mirror in the conserva
tory was the most exquisite creature he
had ever seen in his life. A young lady,
whose golden hair had fallen from its
confining comb down over her white
shoulders, was trying to arrange the tru
ant curls with nervous fingers. The gal
lantry of a Frenchman would not permit
him to stand staring in the doorway even
at so beautiful a sight; so, stepping
quickly to her side, the future emperor,
with a courtly bow, offered his arm to
his future bride and conducted her. to a
dressing-room where she could repair
the ravages of the dance. It was a caso
of love at first sight, and the ardent Na
poleon hastened back to the ballroom,
where he awaited ,with impatience the
return of the beautih.il Espagnole. Nor
did his regard for Mile, de Montijo prove
transitory. His attentions became so
marked that one day Mine, de Montiio
naked a private audience of the prince,
and told him that his attentions to her
daughter were the subject of comment,
and that she thought they had better
leave France. This was at St. Cloud,
where the mother and daughter were
both paying a visit. No "doubt tin
prince had made up his mind what to dof
but princes cannot always lay bare their
plans. The mother was told to stay un
til the next day; that he would have
something of importance to communi
cate on the morrow. Did the "V-bitious
old lady suspect P Arc?o York JJ 'if.
A Sfgn-Palnter's Invention.
A woman who opened a small millin
ery store in the western part of the city,
says the Detroit Free iVe5A, engaged a
painter to paint her a sign. When it
came home the other day she saw that it
read: "Mrss. J. Blank," etc., and she
called out, " You have got an extra ' s '
in Mrs., and you must paint the sign
over again." The painter saw the error,
but he did not Want the job of correcting
it, and ho replied: "Madam, haven't
you had two husbands?" " Yes, sir."
" You were a Mrs. when you lost the
firstP" "I was." "And do you think
a woman can go on marrying forever
and not lengthen out her title? Mrs.
means a married woman or a widow.
Mrss. 'means a woman who has been
married twice, and is young enough to
marry again, and only yesterday a rich
old coon was in our shop, and said if he
had any idea that you were heart-free
he'd come up " "Oh, well, you can
nail up the sign," she interrupted. And
it is there to-day.
ITEMS OF IXTE11EST.
Some one asks the difference between a
small hoy and a glas3 of soda water?
Only five cents.
For the daily supply of the British
metropolis about 5,500 beasts are sent to
the London market.
The St. Paul Pioneer I'rcsx estimates
that the farmers ofMinnesota willreaiizo
$10,000,000 for their wheat crop this
year.
Dentistry is not new. A four-thousand
year old mummy has been discovered
with a filled toot h and the unpaid bill in
his pocket.
The widow of Commodore Vander
bilt, among her other charities, is credit
ed with supporting thirty-four families
in the South. v
The Emperor of Austria speaks fluent
ly nearly every one of the various lan
guages in which the inhabitants of his
empire-kingdom converse.
A girl, getting off a train at Cape May,
was asked if she might be helped t)
alight and she replied that she did not
smoke. New Fork Herald.
A physician says ice-cream exhausts
the vital forces. For " vital forces."
read pocketbooks. It only exhausts tlio
vital forces of the young man who, while
out promenading with his girl, is making
herculean efforts to dodge a dozen ice
cream signs. Norristown Herald.
The potaler bug idly swung in the breeze,
While he watched two farm boye with their
machine,
And said, as he adjourned to some neighbor
ing trees,
" It they think they can catch mo, that pair
is green."
IV. J. Lampion, in Saturday isht.
Mr. Worth, ol New Harrison, Wis.,
wa3 a remarkably handsome young man.
He was engaged to marry Miss Dakin, a
wealthy girl. She pointed what she
thought was an empty pistol at him and
shot Tiim in the face, disfiguring him ter
ribly. She now refuses to keep tho en
gagement, saying JJiat such an ugly
husband would make her constantly
nervous.
Mr. Tom Taylor, editor of the London
Punch, and dramatist, has a house that
h simply stuffed with pictures. There
is hardly a square inch of wall uncover
ed.. In one apartment, used ns a summer
room for reading, working or painting,
the walls are covered entirely with prints
of Sir Joshua Reynolds' paintings; and
opening from this isachamber dedicated
to sculpture, where an owl perches fami
liarly on a bust of Minerva. Chivy, as
this bird is called, is a great favorite in
tho family, and very friendly with his
master, though shy with strangers.
On an average there lie in the docks at
London 1,000 vessels, carrying 9,000 sail
ors. The docks cost about $100,000,000,
and are constructed of solid granite, with
huge ghtes, which are opened when the
lido is at the full for the egress and in
gress of vessels. When the tide begins
to fall tho gates are closed, and as the
ships are always at the same level there
is no chafing and no inconvenience aris
ing from tho action of tho tide. The
warehouses surrounding these docks are
of the Wjt colossal dimensions, and are
stored Ny1 merchandise from every
quarter olthe globe.
the bakek's loaf song.
I kueed thee every hour,
My darling sweet tart dear;
Dough-nut dis-pies my love",
Or turn-over a denf ear.
II quite often I do loaf,
I surely am well bread, "
And ntnk among the upper crust,
I am no mullln head.
Although I like to ciack-er joke,
I am a pi-ous man;
At hops I make a bun-dance.
As well as any can. "
Dough not think I wish to sponge;
In your e-steain I'd rise;
Star ot tho yeast but shine on me,
With love light in your eyes.
Toronto Graphic.
Words of Wisdom.
Adversity is the balance to weigh
friends.
Ignorance is a subject for pity; not
laughter.
A knowledge of mankind is necessary
to acquire prudence.
Choose those companions who admin
ister to your improvement.
Truth is hid by great depths, and the
way to it does not appear to all the
world.
Conversational powers iu'e susceptible
of great improvement by assiduous cul
tivation. The frienships of youth are founded
on sentiment; the dissensions of age re-
suit from opinion. y
Flowers sweeten tho air, rejoice the
eye, link us with nature and innocence
and are something to love.
Tho business of life is to go lorward ;
ho who sees evil in prospect meets it on
the way ; but he who catches it by retro
spection turns back to lind it.
Affections, like spring Howers, break
through tho frozen ground at last, and
the heart, which seeks but for another
heart to make it happy, will never seek
in vain. ,
It is very pleasant to see some men
turn round, pleasant as a sudden rush ot
warm air in winter, or tho flash ot tire
light in tho chill dusk; they shed radi
ance on all around them.
All useless misery is certainly folly,
and lie that leels evils before they come
may be deservedly censured, yet surely
to dread the future is more reasonable
than to lament tho past.
Mountains never shake hands. Their
roots may touch, they may keep together
some way up, but at length they part
company, aud rise into individual, iso
lated peaks. So it is with great men.
Tho beginninar of hardship is like the
first taste ol bitter food it seems for a
moment unbearable: vet, if there isnoth -ing
else to satisfy oiir hunger, we take
another bite and find it ponMhla to go
on.