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The Drnm.
Oh tlm drum I.
There in some
Intonation in the gmm
Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit
dumb,
As wo hear
Through the cloar
And unclouded atmosphero,
The rumbling palpitations roll in upon the earl
And tho guest
Of the breast
That thy rolling robs of rest
Ij a patriotic) spirit as a Continental dressed ;
And ho loom's ,
From the glooms
Of a century of tombs,
Aud the blood he spilled at Loxington in tyring
beauty blooms.
And his eyes
Wear the guise
Of a nature pure and wise;
And the lore of thorn is lifted to a something
iu the skies
That is bright,
Red and white,
With a blur of starry light, '
As it laughs iu silken ripples to the breezes day
and night.
Thore are deep
Hushes creep
O'er the pulses as they leap,
And the murmur, fainter growing, on the
sileuco falls asleep;
While the prayer
Rising thore
Wills the sea and earth and air
At a heritage to freedom's sons and daughters
everywhere. '
Then with sound
As profound
As the thundorings resound,
Oomo thy wild reverberations in a throe that
' shakes tho ground,
And a cry,
Flung on high
Like the flag it nutters by,
Wings rapturously upward till it nestles in the.
sky. James W. Riley.
NORMAN LAMAR'b BOARDERS.
lie stood rubbing his hands before
the huge log in the open chimney, with
it breastwork of wooden mantelpiece.
The nioraing was cold ; the hoar frost
lay in, rare fretted work all over the
iTit 1?-. and the breath of the cattle
vw:t.uje siVloke as it met the atmosphere.
The man beforJ the fire stood six feet in
his stockings ; his physique was superb ;
his shapely head was covered with little
crisp rings of yellow hair, and his blue
eyes wore just such a mild meditative
expression as one sees in the eyes of the
gentler cattle. We grow like our com
panions, and they had been his many
Tears. He was rubbing his hands, no'
because they were cold, for they were
at white and warm and supple as a
babe's. The act was simply an expres
sion ot the pleasure he felt in the glow
from the great back log The room was
rude and homely, but spacious, and not
htcking in comfort.
Standing in one of the casements was
a young lady, evidently accustomed to
fur different surroundings. There was
an air of elegance about her. She had
boon looking out the window at the wide
sweep of prairie and cattle ranging free.
Suddenly she brought her very band
some eyes to bear, with a frank criti
cism, on the man upon the hearth, in
his blue flannel pantaloons and shirt
aud red suspenders. Metaphorically
speaking, he owned "the cattle upon a
thousand hills ;" in practical language,
he was one of the most extensive stock
raisers in the territory in which he lived.
Zaida Burdett felt in a certain man
ner overpowered by the vastness of
things the vast prairies, the vast sky,
and the vastness of this man, both as
regarding his proportions and tho pos
sessions which he represented. lie
seemed to her like one of the audacious,
handsome, plundering Gauls that Miehe
let dwells on in his chapters about the
world when it was new, with their blue
eyes, yellow mustaches, and fair should
ers decorated with golden collars.
She felt almost sure that even the col
lar was somewhere out of sight under
his blue shirt. She was certain that he
had swooped down on things and owned
a great deal more than rightly belonged
to him.
He ought to marry a large, yellow
haired, fair-skinned Amazon, and peo
ple the land with a progeny that would
put to the blush the puny race one is
accustomed to," she said to herself, and
suddenly became aware that she also
was being regarded.
" Pardon, mademoiselle, but I was
trying to make out your nationality; are
you French ?" he asked.
' What makes you think I am," was
her reply. ;
A lit tle amused smile crept from under
his yellow mustache.
"Your speech betrayeth you. None
but a Yankee answers a question with
another."
She laughed.
" You are right. Yet I call myself
cosmopolitan. Mamma and I live all
over the world. Last year we spent in
London, the year before in Geniany,
and so way back since I was ten years
old. I m twenty-three now.
Her frankness was enchanting.
" There is a good deal of Bohemian
ism about us. We always live in apart
aieuta, so we can locate wherever we
choose. AYe haven't any particular ob
ject in living that is, not any high, ex
alted purpose. , We just try to have as
good a time as the means papa left us
will admit."
Then she suddenly blushed up to her
sparkling eyes to think she had been
telling family affairs to an entiro stran
ger, "I beg of you, do not think I am in
the habit of doing such things," she
said, hotly.
Just then her mother entered. She
did not look much older than her daugh
ter, and t hey were both handsome.
Mrs. Burdett had not seen her host
bofoie. They had been landed at
his door the night previous by the stage
driver, and had not learned until the
coach was beyond recall that it was a
private house, and not a hotel.
The housekeeper had given them any
thing but a gracious welcome, saying
that the drivers had a habit of doing
such things, and adding:
" IIowBumever, Norman Lamar will
be right glad to Bee you. He likes a
housefull of folks. lie don't have to do
the cooking, you see."
Mrs. Burdett's apology for their in
trusion savored of this reception. She
expressed regret that they would be
obliged to trespass until the stage re
nrned that evening, then formally in
troduced herself and daughter. His
welcome was full of simple hospitality ;
then they went out to breakfast.
Soon after he bade them good-morning,
saying it was a very busy time
and he should not return until afternoon.
lie had only been gone a few minutes
when a light wagon, drawn by two
spirited grays, stopped at the door, and
the young "man who drove them came
in to say that Norman Lamar had placed .
them at the ladies' disposal for the day.
That evening when their host re
turned Mrs. Burdett met him at the
door, thanked him for his kindness,
aud said that her daughter and herself
were bo charmed with the place they
would like to remain and board for a
week. He regarded her with his great,
meditative blue eyes for a moment, then
smiled.
"I would be glad to have you stay
for ever, if it pleased you ; but we
don't know anything about board out
here, and don't propose to learn."
Mrs. Burdett admired his hospitality,
but she looked displeased.
" Then we shall be obliged to leave
at once. The stage is about due. We
cannot, of course, be dependent upon
an entire stranger, no matter how gener
ous his invitation."
It had been a pleasant thought to him
all day that these two ladies were in his
homo. That they wanted to stay gave
him a keen sense of pleasure ; that
such a little thing should hinder made
him impatient.
" I would no 6 touch a woman's money
for a bit of homely fare, I assure you. '
nis voice indicated his mood; then
suddenly, he broke into a free, ringing
laugh.
41 If you will not stay without, pay my
housekeeper; but let me warn you, Mrs.
Harden is a woman of the shrewdest type,
and when Bhe makes a bargain, as
Shakespeare says, she Cavils on the
ninth part of a hair,' so look out for
her," and he touched his hat and left.
Zaida had listened to the conversation,
sitting just inside the window.
" He is as generous as a prince !" said
her mother, enthusiastically, as she
entered the room.
The girl laughed.
" I feel somewhat as if we were Sabine
women, and had been captured for good
and all," she said.
"Zaida, what makes you say such
dreadful things ? Perhaps we had better
not stay 1"
Mrs. Burdett looked disappointed.
" Of course we will stay. We haven't
had anything so interesting before, ever.
Just think of it I To live under the roof
of a bonanza king and board with his
housekeeper 1"
" Of course it will not do. Tne way
you put it shows it clearly," said her
mother.
" How silly you are, mamma I Cornel"
and the girl started to leave the room.
" Where are you going ?" demanded
her mother.
" Why, to the kitchen, of course, to
conclude our bargain with our land
lady 1" gayly.
" Did I ever see so perverse a girl !"
remarked her mother; nevertheless she
linked her arm in her daughter's, and
they went out to the kitchen like two
school-friends.
Mrs. Harden was over the fire, stew
ing potatoes in milk. She looked hot
and flustered. She flew about to get
them chairs, and Beemed very uncom
fortable and put-to by their coming.
Mrs, Burdett hastened to explain
the object of their intrusion.
The housekeeper stirred the potatoes
and shifted the pan as if she would
never stop. At length she said, with a
gasp, as if all out of breath:
" That's like him, for all the world !
I suppose it'll look awful mean in me
to take any board, but if you won't stay
without, and you want to stay real bad,
what's a body to do ? "
Mrs. Burdett assured her that it was
the only way in which tho difficulty
could be adjusted. She seemed re
lieved, though not a whit more com
posed then made her bargain in as
shrewd a manner as Norman Lamar had
foretold. When it was concluded she
said, apologetically:
"You see, I'm obliged to appear
close, because I've got a poor, weakly
family dependent on me. They live
I over yonder. Norman Lamar gave me
the Louse, indicating the direction by
throwing her thumb over . her shoulder,
so as not to lose sight of the potatoes,
"What's the matter with them?"
asked Zaida, with more curiosity than
sympathy in the sparkle of her face.
" Oh, they're always sick. What with
the plague of their living, and the fear
of their dying, I haven't a minute's
pcaco of my life."
" Oh, well, there are poople worse ofl
than you," said Mrs. Burdett, in a con
soling tone.
" Yes, that's the only comfortin'
thought I've got. If I hadn't that to
keep my spirits up I'd clean give out."
They spent that evening in the sitting-room,
before the great chimney
with its blazing log. The ladies were
embroidering. As they sat at their
work, to Norman Lamar, who for many
years had been unaccustomed to seeing
women thus employed, they seemed
more than human. It seemed as if the
room would be beautiful forever for
their having once graced it.
He spent most of the time standing
upon the hearth, with his elbow resting
upon the high wooden mantelshelf.
There was an unusual degree of strength
and power in his presence." He looked
as is he could never be weary.
The second day was spent very much
like the first. At evening, when their
host came home, he found mother and
daughter waiting for him on the piazza.
It was a new experiment, and he was
so pleased that he could not hide the
act.
"Why on earth don't he find his
Amazon, and stop living alone?"
thought Zaida, and held out her hand
with a cordiality that was enchanting.
He had to go to the sheds to see one
of the creatures that had been injured
in the branding Mrs. Burdett asked to
go with him, as the sheds were at no
great distance. She only remained a
short time, and Zaida, seeing her re
turning alone, went to meet her, walk
ing with what, for her, were gigantic
strides, and swaying from right to left
in a remarkable manner.
" What on earth are you doing ?" de
manded her mother, when they were
within speaking distance.
" Walking like the king, to bo sure.
Did I look like a guy?"
Mrs. Burdett did not even smile.
"How can you be so undignified?
Perhaps, too, he saw you."
Zaida had a cool way of ignoring re
pi oof, so she straightened herself to her
lull height, and said, as naturally as if
nothing had occured:
"Mamma, what is the matter with
the creature, as he called it?"
Mrs. Burdett was easily diverted; she
began to give a graphic account, when
the girl suddenly stopped her, saying
she would go and see for herself.
The sheds were extensive and she
wandered about in them some time be
fore the sound of voices guided her to
the right one. Norman Lamar and one
of his men were dressing the wound of
a young heifer. The animal's largo,
soft eye3 were turned up to the tender,
pitying eyes of its master.
Zaida stood a few moments unobserv
ed; then stole quietly away.
" And that is ownership," she said,
dashing some quick tears off her cheeks;
then added: " Yet the poor dumb crea
ture seems to love him."
She was subdued and thoughtful all
during tea-time; so too was Norman La
mar. That evening it was moonlight, and
ho invited them to ride.
" He treats us as if we were guests,
and not a couple of interlopers with
your permission, mamma, I would
frankly say, a couple of impertinent
interlopers," said Zaida, when they were
in their room getting their wraps.
" I'm afraid we had better not stay the
week out," said Mrs. Burdett, looking
disturbed.
"Pooh I pooh! Of course we will
stay. To be treated with marked con
sideration by the monarch of all one
surveys is delightful 1" Then, breaking
off in her capricious way: "Masnma, do
you suppose he ever wears a coat ?"
" It would be a shame for him to spoil
his figure with one," began Mrs. Bur
dett; but the girl was already in the
hall.
Tho night was clear and frosty. The
ladies were well wrapped and a trifle
shivery for all; but Norman Lamar
seemed perfectly comfortable, though
he wore no extra garment save a yellow
silk handkerchief knotted around his
white throat.
" There, I knew he had a golden col
lar somewhere ! " thought Zaida, view
ing him delightedly in the moonlight.
When the ride was over, and mother
and daughter were again in their room,
Mrs. Burdett said, after a long, thought
ful silence:
" I wonder if he has not any family ?
I have never heard him speak of a relative."
Zaida had thrown herself down upon
the lounge; she looked drowsy and half
asleep; she yawned slightly as if hating
to be disturbed.
"Why, of course not, mamma; they
have all been dead centuries ! lie's a
Gaul, you know I "
"What on earth are you talking
about ? " demanded her mother.
Zaida aroused herself, laughing gayly.
" I reckon I must have been dream
ing," she said, and she had been of the
master.
The week was soon gone, and the
house lacked their bright and graceful
presence. Even Mrs. Harden wished
they might have staid forever, and wore
a more dolorous face than ever, and
was taken with spasms of shedding
tears into her apron.
Norman Lamar had lifted his cap in
answer to the wave of Zaida's hand just
as the road made a bend that took the
stage from sight, and then had turned
and looked at his rude house and wide
sweeping prairies and cattle ranging
free. One week ago he had been con
tent. He took up his bfe, to all out
ward appearances, as if nothing had oc
curred, as if no one had come and gone.
The only discoverable difference lay in
the fact that he ceased to spend his
evenings reading by the light of the
great log, as had been his habit for years,
and instead spent every night outdoors,
chafing when storms compelled him to
remain within.
" He looks miserable lonesome," was
Msr. Harden's mental comment every
time she served his meals.
One day she brought him a dainty
little handkerchief, with a faint sugges
tion of perfume about it, and asked if he
knew where the ladies had gone, so that
she might mail it to them. He took it from
her eagerly ; it had Zaida's name mark
ed in one corner.
" They expect to spend their winter
in London," he replied, but did not
offer to return the handkerchief. She
lingered as long as she could possibly
find excuse to, hoping he would give it
back, then returned to the kitchen, say
ing, gloomily; " I wanted to keep it my
self, it seemed just like her somehow ;
but that's just my luck ; born to dis
appointment." Mrs. Burdett and her daughter had
gone to London, and were settled in
apartments for the winter. They had
their windows full of plants, some of
which were in bloom, and they had ca
naries caged among them. Their apart
ments were bright and cheerful, and
furnished in warm colors ; they seemed
suitably Bituated. Mrs. Burdett was
never weary of talking of Norman La
mar. He seemed to have impressed her
wonderfully. His fine presence, his
noble bearing, and his mild, beautiful
face were constant themes of delight to
her. She described him bo often to the
rosy-cheeked little woman J,who served
their meals, that one day she exclaimed:
" In a million I'd know him I"
" You could not fail, for you do not
find one such in every million," had
been the reply.
Zaida never mentioned him. She did
not even appear to listen when her
mother talked of him, but usually
caught up her Kensington work and
became intent upon it.
The girl had changed. She had lost
some of her old vim and fire. She read
a great deal, and spent much time with
her cheeks pillowed in her hands, gazing
dreamily out at the window.
One day her mother said to her, a
trifle sadly:
'I am afraid you are growing digni
fied.. I never have to correct you any
more."
It was only when they were walking,
a3 they did every day, that she was her
old vivacious self. The crowded thor
oughfares gave her new life. They
seemed to have hope in them.
One day she said:
" Mamma, the concealments and de
velopments of a crowd are positively
fascinating. One lives in momentary
expectation."
They were in a rush of life at the
time, and at that moment Mrs. Burdett
was rudely jostled by it.
"What of?" she demanded, a trifle
sharply.
But the girl did not reply. She had
become interested in something they
were passing, and appeared to have for
gotten her own remark.
At length they had! been in London
four months. It was February, and dis
agreeable and foggy, so much so that
they were obb'ged to remain much in
doors. One afternoon mother and daughter
were sitting before the grate-fire. Mrs.
Burdett was embroidering; Zaida had
her hands folded idly in her lap. They
were unusually silent. The girl seemed
entirely absent. Her mother looked
perplexed. Presently she said:
" What has come over you ? You used
to bo bo merry. What are you thinking
about now this minute ? "
Zaida laughed.
" Why, mamma, I was thinking how
completely without results our winter
has been nothing to show for it but
some Kensington work."
In the fall she had gayly told Norman
Lamar that their lives were without
Eurpose. She spoke sadly now for all
er laugh.
"Why, what would you have us
do?" asked her mother in astonish
, ment.
"I am sure I do not know," replied
the girl, and she got up, went to the
window and began picking dead leaves
from tho plants. There seemed to be
more of them than usual this afternoon.
Mrs. Burdett stopped her work and
looked into the fire.
"I had been married several years
when I was as old as Zaida is now, she
said to herself, vaguely, "Perhaps
perhaps I have been selfish. I have
kept her so jealously to myself. It
would, perhaps, bo more natural for her
to marry and have a family. I I won
der if the thought has ever occurred to
her!"
And she looked curiously over to
where her daughter stood.
The girl was intent 'he dead
leaves; there was v ' 'earned
from her face "
Mrs. Burdett's eyes wenu oac to the
fire.
"Certainly she has never cared for
anybody, We have never known any
one long enough; and yet and yet I
fell in love with Mr. Burdett the first
time I saw him."
Suddenly she turned and again re
garded her daughter. She had never
been quite the same since last fall but
it could not be possible.
She stopped surmising, and said, quite
naturally, for she was full of tact:
"Do you know, Zaida, I think it
would be pleasant to return to America
in the spring and make another trip to
the prairies. It was so cold when we
, were there before."
" What's the use, mamma? We saw
all there was of them," was the indif
ferent reply.
Mrs. Burdett picked up her embroi
dery again.
"Of course I was foolish even to
think of it," she said to herself.
The next day the sun shone brightly ;
it was the first day they had seen it for
two weeks. They went out immediately
after breakfast, but Zaida soon tired,
and, leaving her mother in one of the
stores, started jor home.
Sometimes we were so near our fate
that we could call out into the unknown
and get back an answer, but we do not
know it.
Zaida hurried on block after block,
and behind her, block after block, un
consciously following her, came long,
swinging strides. People turned and
looked after him as he passed. His su
perb proportions and eccentrio dress
would have attracted attention in even
a denser crowd.
He wore a sombrero, and no coat save
a dark blue broadcloth circle, one end
of which was tucked under his arm and
the other swung over his shoulder.
By the time Zaida had reached her
door, he was near enough to see the
swing of her dress as she entered. It
was nothing that he had ever seen her
wear before, and the crowd was so great
that he had not discovered her as she
walked. There was notlung to remind
him of her, he had simply seen the fold
of a woman's dress and then lost it.
Perhaps it was the mere fact of losing
it in the very act of seeing that made
him stop when he came in front of the
closed door; perhaps it was because
she had come into and gone frpm his
life in just such wise. Perhaps it was
fate! Who can tell?
Several in the crowded thoroughfare
half-halted, as if to see where he was
going. He saw that he was being ob
served. He had been looked at a great
deal siuce ho left the prairies, but he
had never been conscious of it until
that moment.
He rang the bell with a curious smile
under his yellow mustache, and no de
finite idea of what he should say when
it was answered. Ho did it for the sake
of the passers-by. Thus through the
simplest and most opposite motives, we
sometimes work out our destiny.
.The little Englishwoman opened the
door. A moment later some one sought
admittance to Mrs. Burdett's parlor.
Zaida knew the rap as the landlady's;
in fact, no one else ever rapped save the
washwoman. The girl was inexpressibly
lonesome that morning. She was glad
of the thought of seeing any one, so she
hastily threw open the door.
" Oh, Miss Burdett, the king has
come ! I knew him the moment I saw
him, before ever he opened his mouth !"
exclaimed the landlady, excitedly; but
Zaida was looking right over the little
woman's head, up into the gentle eyes
of Norman Lamar.
The landlady turned and saw that, he
had followed her, then quite unobserved
stole downstairs, taking with her the
memory of Zaida's face, and saying to
herself: "She loves him, and who could
help it?"
An hour latei, when Mrs. Burdett
quietly opened her parlor door and en
tered, Norman Lamar stood upon her
hearth just as she had loved to remem
ber him standing upon his own on the
prairies, only with one difference, which
was so great a one that, for a moment,
it seemed to stop her breath. One arm
rested lightly over Zaida's Bhoulders,
and his fair, noble face bent toward her,
all full of new bright lights.
A Tramp's Fate.
A tramp and his companions, camp
ing out near Steubenville, Ohio, a year
since, fell in with a neighboring farmer
and his wife, an Englishwoman, who,
discovering , that one of them was her
countrymen, took them all home and
gave them a ravishing meal. The hus
band finally induced the Englishman
to abandon his rough life and stay with
them. His wife's sister, a widow,
shortly after coming out from England,
fell in love with the reformed tramp and
at length married him. One day he re
ceived a letter from England in answer
to one of his own, informing him that
his father had been dead two years and
loft him a fortune of 10,000. He then
disclosed his identity to his wile and
his friends. He was the son of a super
intendent of a public library in Eng
land, and having in consequence of his
fast life there quarreled with his father,
came to this country, where he spent
among dissolute companions the money
with which his father supplied him un
til his patience was exhausted. For
five years he led a tramp's life, until he
was ut lost provided with a home, a wife,
a fortune, and, it is to bo hoped, a re
formed and sensible mind.
A Stepson not a Jleiuber of the Family.
A stepson is not a member of the
Btepfather's " family," within the mean
ing of a devise by the stepfather to his
"family," where the latter leaves a
widow and his own child, although the
stepson had lived with and been sup
ported by the stepfather. Massachusetts
ttprem Court.
Did you ever notice how things get
in your way when you're iu a hurry ?
A Boston woman told her husband that
a runaway horse was going by. He
jumped so quick he sprained his knee,
and in his frantic haste fell over two
chairs and skinned his shins, stepped on
tho dog, upset the table with books and
a drop-light on it, ran against his wife
and hurt her, and got to the window
just as they were stopping the horse two
blocks awav, round the corner. Boston
Jljsterlous Disappearance.
'Come little pot," the old bird'said,
In most endearing term,
' You must be early out of bed
If you would catch tho worm."
The smallest of the feathery herd
A puny little thing
Outsprang the tender baby-bird,
To grub for worms and sing.
And lo 1 she found an early worm
It was a monster, too
She chirped: "Oh you may writhe and squirm
But I will gobble you 1"
That birdling's chirp, tho rest affirm,
Was never after heard,
And it's surmised it was the worm
That caught the early bird.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
A crying evil A cross baby.
A bockward spring gnirps.
The Bcale of good-breeding B nat
ural. A poor relation Telling an anecdote
badly.
A fish would be real nice if it didn't
drink.
What word is always pronounced
wrong, even by the best scholars?
Wrong.
Some ladies are so fond of dresB that
they have their meals Berved on fashion
plates.
Ewe, go to grass, as Mary said to her
little lamb when she sent it out to get
its meals.
"It's easy enough, after you get your
hand in," was the reply of tho criminal
with the fetters on his wrist.
When steamboat passengers talk too
much to the captain he can always find
relief by shouting: " Man over-bored !"
Picayune.
The moral of " Josh Billings' " . suc
cess is a very bad one for boys. It
shows how much money can be made
by bad spelling.
We have seen spring bonnets with
sixteen full-blown poppies on them.
The young ladies' poppies have to pay
dearly for them.
The young man who would scorn the
idea of being a farmer is the very one who
is apt to be an expert in sowing " wild
oats." Meriden liecorder.
" Is that mule tame ?" asked a farmer
of an American dealer in domestic
quadrupeds. "He's tame enough in
front," answered the dealer.
Josh Billings says that " a good doc
tor is a gentleman to whom we may pay
three dollars a visit for advising us to
eat less and exercise more."
It is said that a long upper lip indi
cates a certain degree of good nature.
But the less lip, the better nature on
the part of the unwilling listener.
"Yes," said the schoolgirl, who had
risen from the lowest to the highest
Eosition in her class, I shall have a
orseshoe for my symbol, as it denotes
having come from the foot !"
A stranger in St. Louis, thinking ha
recognized his coat on the back of a pe
destrian, shouted: "Stop Thief!" and
about thirty of the inhabitants suddenly
disappeared down a side street.
Child at table devours gluttonously
her food. Mother, with gentle reproof
" Well, what does baby say to kind
nursey that brings her all these good
things ?" Baby, with her mouth full
"More."
It has been estimated that the
common fly moves its wings 330 times
per second.and 19,800 times per minute.
Tho calculation was m de by a bald
headed man, one day last August iVeu
York JVeirs
It runs thuswise: " There came to our
cabin one morning in spring, a sweet
little robin. He came there to sing, but
the cat was attentive, and watched from
afar till the robin, all heedless, was
killed like a czar." Derrick.
In the year 1880 America issued sev
enty patents to women. And not one of
these was an indicator to be attached to
a jbedpost to show if there is a man
under tho bed. And yet think how
much getting down on hands and knees
such a thing would save women. Bos
ton Pout.
It is not pleasant to have tho barber's
apprentico practicing upon you, lay
open your cheek with a two-inch gash,
and then follow the cut with tho cheery
remark, " Skin's very tender, sir." It
is not pleasant. We don't know what it
is, but it isn't pleasant. Burlington
llaickryt.
Died While Laughing.
A singular and fatal accident occurred
at Jackson, Miss., recently. Mr. W.
Bailey, chancery clerk of Madison
county, in company with Mr. T. Wharton,
of Jackson, was eating dinner at a restau
rant. During the meal, while engaged
in friendly and sociable conversation,
allusion was made to the strange and
sad fute that befel the late Walter
Brooks, of Vicksburg, w ho was choked
to death by eating an oyster. Mr. Whar
ton suid something further, which dis
tracted Mr. Bailey's attention aud
caused him to laugh, and, a few second
after, it was noticed that the latter gen
tleman appeared very sick, and was
gasping for breath. Mr. Wharton and
others immediately attempted to relieve
him by carrying him to the door and
slapping him on the back, but w ithout
availj Physicians were sent for, but
before they arrived Mr. Bailey wus dead,
and it was beyond tho power of medical
fckiU to revive him. He had inadvert
ently bwallowed a piece of beef, which
become lodged in his throat and c) !. !
him to death