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Vol. XIV. No. 37.
TIONESTA, PA,, WEDNESDAY, DEO. 7, 1881.
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, A'Thanksglvlng.
I brinff my hymn of thankfulness
To Thoe, dear Lord, to-day ;
Though not for Joys Thy name I bless
And cot for gifts I pray.
The griefs that know not man's redrew
Eoforo Thy foot I lay.
"Master I I thank Thoe for the din
That taught mine eyes to Bee
What depths of loving lie within
The hoart that broke for me ;
What patience human want can win
From God's divinity.
I thank Thee for the blank despair,
Whon friond and lore forsake,
That taught me how Thy oross to bear,
Who bore it for my sake,
And showed lay lonely soul a prayer 4
That from Thy lips I take.
I thank Thoe for the life of griof
I share with all below,
Wherein I learn the sure relief
My brother'! heart to know,
And in the wisdom taught of pain .
. To soothe and share bis woe.
I thank Thee for the languid year
Of loneliness and pain, '
When flesh and spirit sowed !n tears,
, But scattered not in vain ;
For trust in God and faith in man
Sprang up beneath the rain.
I thank Thee for my rain desires,
Tli at no fulfillment knew ;
For life's consuming, cleansing fires,
That searched me through and through,
Till I could say to Him : "Forgive I
They know not what they do."
What fullness of my earthly store,
What shine of harvest sun,
What ointment on Thy feet to pour,
What honored race to run.
What Joyful song of thankfulness,
Here ended or begun,
Shall mate with mine, who learn so late
To know Thy will is done 1
Bom Tarry Cooke.
THE
MISSES TEMPLETON'S
TEAPOTS.
' "Well, ef It don't
struck all of a heap I"
beat all! I'm
44 Aa what's more," pursued the
striker, leaning a little farther from his
wagon, and speaking through tightly
shut teeth, as if thereby the sound
would be prevented from passing be
yond the listener, "there ain't so
baokin' down, aa yon might think. If
ever you seen a face sot, you'd 'a seen
it this morn in'; an' she lookin' back all
the time, too, as if I was carryin' her to
the vault in the lower graveyard. I de
clare I'd junt about as soon. I hain't
got over it Tit."
" But, for the landjsake, why didn't
Dianthy stop her T
"Past stoppin. These still folks,
when they do take the bit between
their teeth, don't stop for . whoa. Di
anthy wasn't np, nuther. You'd ought
to hev Been her when I druv up with
Luoindy. She came nigher speak in'
out when I handed in that hair trunk
than she's done for ten year. But I
guess the town 11 be in an uproar
when it knows. It ain't agoin' to allow
it,"
"How'll it bender it, Lamson, I'd
like to know f
" Don' know," said the first speaker,
" but there s got to be a way found
Why, this mornin Hiram come out, an'
his wife, too. 1 hey re good sort o
oiks ef they do run the town farm, an'
Hiram sez : ' Now, Miss Templeton, I
toia
you before, an' I tell you now sain.
'tain
rt nn TiBfl. Yon ain't a inn nnH
you jest can't an' shan't change off.'
4 I've settled it,' sez she, hard an' stiff
1 . .. . - . --'- I
as Dianthy herself 'You're bound to
keep Luoindy, an' ef I choose to change
places with J-iucindy, it s nobody's busi
ness but my own. Ef you won't let her
go, I'll stay here whether or no. Town
meetin' ain't till spring, an' I've made
up my mind. There ain't nothin' but
death can change it.' Luoindy olim
np to the seat before Iliram could inter
fere, an' I druv off, an' how they'll settle
it I can't say. but , there she is. The
last words I heard her say was: 'Hiram,
there's no peace for me anywheres bat
here, an here I mean to stay. "
"She's out o' her mind," said old
nubbard. picking up the rake dropped
in his first surprise. " There'll have to
be a special meetin' called, an' I'll see
about it this very day."
" lieuer let ioiks manage their own
a Fairs," returned Lamson, gathering up
the reins. " I don' know as I'd. a druv
her over if I'd understood exactly
what she wanted; an then agin I don
know, i But I will say I thought I'd
like to see how Dianthy would take it.
It beats me. Ohloe Templeton in the
poorhot&se, an' them Templetons 'ith
money enough to buy you 'n' me out this
minute.
"'Twouldn't take no great to do
that," said old Hubbard,, returning to
his work, astonishment still predomi
r.ating in his leathery face; and Lamson
drove on, the tall figure of a woman
appearing in the open doorway ol a
house above, as if she had been watch
ing the interview, and were half dia
posed to speak. Hubbard made a step
forward as if uncertain whether to speak
or not, but retreated suddenly as the
door shut with a bang. "Templeton
temper," ho said, shaking his grizzled
head; " but who'd 'a thought Chloe had
any of it ? I cal'late she got d esprit, an'
struck out for any kind o a change, an
I don't wonder nuther;" and with an
other shake he settled to work, pausing
it. jutcxvftiii to eniculate, "Well, it
.ol"
Half way np Breakneok, so towering
and Esnerxive a hill that anywhere but
in Now Hampshire it must have been a
mountain. Even now its claims to that
title were not to be disregarded. Year
after year the selectmen threatened to
labor no longer on a road more and
more given over to gullies and sudden
small land-el' ies and big stones, which,
appearing cysteriously in the way,
could never be accounted for save by
diabolio agenoy. Year after year the
two or throe farmers who tempted
Providence by a permanent wrestle with
the thin layer of soil barely hiding the
granite below, gathered to work out the
road tax, the patient oxen painfully
marking out the deep farrow on either
side, and pondering why human beings
should make so much evidently useless
work both for men and oxen.
Why Isaiah Templeton had chosen
Breakneck pastures, when river mead
ows fat with corn and wheat lay be-
low, he never told, but the choioe had
been made. Half way up the hill. A turn
in the road, and between two rocky
pastures, where sweet-fern and brake
disputed place with every root of grass,
a strip of land, every stone long ago
laboriously removed, and entering into
the well-built wall on either hand. On
the pasture side raspberry bushes
and wild grapes and rambling vines
in general had it all their own way,
but Isaiah Templeton's life-long fight
with weeds had not been unavailing.
and Diantha, his eldest born, pursued
them with an even greater vigor and
determination, affirming that had every
farmer done his duty half as well
Canada thistles would have been con
fined to Canada, and daisies have be
come an extinct species.
Diantha, Althea and Cbloe strange
names for the three middle-aged women
in the weather-stained house with
sloping roof, where mosses grew in
spite of Miss Diantha, and on whose
sides a faint red still lingered, though
sixty years had passed since it first
showed bright against the dark wood
behind and above it. Whatever latent
poetry in the rusty little farmer had
nromoted the names had died with him.
Watts' hymns being the nearest approach
to such frivolity tolerated by either
Diantha or Althea, two grim and deter
mined females, with faces as hard as
the stones that made up most of their
patrimony, and who, through Miss
Chloe's girlhood, had carefully repressed
the tendency to sentiment less sedu
lously hidden then than now.
Years had thinned Miss Chloe's hair,
sharpened stilt inoro the nose sharp in
the beginning, tipped it 'with a frosty
red, and printed crow's-feet about the
faded blue eves, always a little per
plexed and troubled always gentle and
apologetic, and filling with tears as
quickly as in her silent and sensitive
girlhood. Life held small leisure.
Books were a waste of precious time,
and more and more butter and cheese
the chief end of woman; and thus Miss
Chloe's sentiment found no outlet save
in the flower bed, which, in spite of
Miss Dianthv's arguments, held its
place under the south window, and in
summer rilled the little sitting-room
with a perfume altogether out of plaoe
in those upright quarters.
In the old hair trunk, well hidden
between towels and pillowcases; lay Miss
Chloe's chief treasure a time-worn
copy of Mrs. Hemans, bearing on the
fly-leaf in cramped letters the inscrip
tion: "To Miss Chloe Templeton, from
her well-wisher, Josiah Green."
Something more than a well-wisher
Josiah would willingly have been, but
Miss Diantha had set her face against it,
and Josiah, after a short period ol de-
ieetion, married pretty Sophy jJowner,
i i j. :a i. : j u
auu Bitjpii now wilu uia imucm iu uio
old graveyard. For years Miss Chloe
kept the little book folded in tissue
paper and laid away, but with the fune
ral took it out as if death gave a right,
unclaimable before, and read and wept
over it at night, the only time when
sharp ears and eyes and tongues gave
her respite from continuous observation
and direction.
For both Diantha and Althea quarrel
i jg was as their daily food. What cue
wanted the other did not, and all day
long the hard voices sounded from
kitchen or pantry, uhloe cringing as
they rose and fell, but silent as years
had taught her to be. Miss Althea pre
f erred 41 salt r kin's;" Miss Diantha,
" hop 'east, strongro' the hops." Miss
Althea demanded pumpkin pie without
eggs; Miss Diantha pronounced them,
in that condition, "not lit for pigs."
Miss Althea demanded Orange Pekoe,
steeped; Miss Diantha, Oolong, boiled.
Miss Chloe in her private mind clung to
Young Hyson, but would have drunk
gall and wormwood rather than make
any diflloulty in fact, may be said
have done so in any case. Miss Diantha,
as eldest, threw out the Orange Pekoe,
rinsed the teapot viciously, with expres
sions of deep disgust at the fatal blind
cess of any creature who would drink
such stuff; and stood guard over the
stove until the tin teapot gave out the
rank steam she loved to emu.
With many desires for revolt, none
had yet come ; but one morning Miss
Althea, having watched the operation
np to boiling-point, both for herself and
teapot, determined upon active meas
ures, and suddenly seizing it ran across
the road and threw it with all her force
over the fence bordering the "gully
wood road," where, bounding from
stone to stone in the almost sheer
descent, it lay at lust in the brook be
low.
Miss Diantha, for the moment speech
less, poured out, as breath returned,
torrent of rage on the triumphant Miss
Althea, tvLo took down an fart hen t
pot from the shelf, and proceeded to
scald it.
"As sure as I'm a living sianer, I'll
break it if you put it on the fire," said
Miss Diantha, a new grimness in voice
and eye.
"Try it," said Miss Althea, defiantly.
I calculate you'll find more'n one kind
tea kin be drunk in this house. 1 ve
stood you some years too much, an' as
fast s you break, 1 11 buy. xou hain t
forgot the will, an' that all expenses
has got to be equally shared by the
three, or as many as lives. It '11 be a
leetle hard on Chloe, but then she's
used to your imposin on her, an' a grain
more won't make much difference."
" Sisters." Miss Chloe began, in an
agony of tremulousness and apprehen
sion, "for mercy's sake I Oh, dear I
how can you ? Why don't we each have
teapot, an' why didn 1 1 thins or it
before? There's one for each, and a
caddy apiece too the little ones grand
father brought home. Oh, don't look
that way, Dianthy, an' Althy too ! To
think that we're all sisters, an alone in
the world I For pity's sake I"
Be still 1" said Miss Diantha, im
peratively. "An' now, Althy Temple
ton, yon hear my last word to you.
When you say you're sorry for this
morning's work I'll say back, an' not
before. The will's fixed so't we can't
plit nor divide, an long as we live
here's got to be three in the house.
Well, I wouldn't split if I could.
Folks '11 ask, an you kin tell, l m
done."
Done, truly. Eight years had passed,
and not one word had Miss Diantha
been heard to speak. If direction was
needed she wrote on a slate and handed
it to Miss Chloe, who acted as mediator
and interpreter. Confident that a day
would end it Miss Althea had gone her
way, missing more than she would have
told the war, of words which, alter all,
had been only words a family pnvi
lege never destroying a certain family
feeling holding its piaoe under all
assaults. Bat as day after day went by
without a sign she, too, grew more and
more determined, and u an occasional
spasm ol desire lor ine oia state or
perhaps a better state of things visited
her. she put it sternly away. Daily the
two faces settled into harder and harder
lines; daily Miss Chloe's .eyes .grew
more apprehensive.
The three caddies she had filled at
once, the time lor some decisive action
on her part seeming to have come at last
bevond any question, and daily she
took down the three teapots, hidden
for years in the recesses of the upper
shelf of the china closet one old blue,
the last piece of a set long ago scat
tered or destroyed; one a tiny Wedg
wood, a erreat-aunt s property, and last,
the bronze-colored earthen their mother
had sometimes used. The three had
each its own place on the stove, and
curious neighbors, who had heard there
was "something beyond the common
coin' on at the Templetons " looked at
them with suspicion as in some way ac
countable for the difficulty and at last
with a Bhake of the head as the silence
refused to yield. The minister argued
and pleaded, the deacons came singly
and in a body, exhorting and threaten
inor suspension of church privileges,
and the parish was in a ferment, tilr a
new cause for discussion arose in
another quarter, reverting to this,
however, with surprising constancy.
By degiees Miss Althea had grown
almost as silent as tne eider sister,
whose life seemed a black shadow, dark
eniug even the sunshine of summer or
tne golden light of autumn on the hills
Miss Chloe grew more haggard every
dav. and her forlorn blue eyes, red
rimmed with much crying, brimmed
over for months, as she looked appeal
ingly from one to another. Anything
was better than this hard, grim silence
and the two faces always with averted
eyes.
"Uh, wiry ,dian't l thmtc oi these
three teapots before? Chloe moaned
to the old sninister. " bach an easy
way oat of a'H the trouble; an' there I
let it go on, an now l shall always be
responsible.
No argument availed against this con
elusion, and no length of time proved
sufficient to overthrow it. Months ran
into years at last, but time seemed never
to deaden the continuous sen-reproach
of this Templeton, who had absorbed
the conscience of the whole generation
and who sought vainly to reconcile ir
reconcilable forces.
"When an irresistible wave encounters
an immovable rock, what is the result?'
had questioned Leander Lamson, home
from Dartmouth, and overflowing with
Sophomorio logic; and old Lamson
after a pause for reflection, answered
" Tarnal smash for whatever comes be
tween."
Miss Chloe had come between, and
her looks indicated something equiva
lent to " tarnal smash '
Lucinda Wetherbee, once the owner
of a small but profitable farm, had
" signed " ior her brother, a luckless
soamp, who fled to the West when the
final crash came, leaving Lucinda
sixty to lace it as she might. The end was
the town farm, where the poor creature
went for life, too crushed by the sud
den cessation of all the small activities
that had made her world to think of
other methods. Her mind failed par
tially, and she appeared periodically at
houses she had been accustomed to
visit, complaining that the society at
the town farm was not what she had
been accustomed to or expected, and
thut " she'd come to stay a spell an' git
the taste out of her mouth.
When Miss Chloe had made the ar
rangement and agreement to exchange.
i r
1 to t '.1, isi.- v! riv.?t ?vi ry in
quiry iu the same unvarying words:
We thought we d each hev a change.
She took uo her life on the hill as if
born to the place, and, to the astonish
ment of every one, Miss Diantha ac
cepted the change with no break in the
immovable silence. But when the select
men appeared and appealed to her to
end the scandal and go in person for
the sister, who had banished herself in
the hope of bringing about peace, she
listened till even old Lamson had said
his last word, and then, having written for
few moments, laid the 'slate on the
table and left the room.
" She's got a dumb devil," said Dea
con Piper, as he read slowly:
" 'Chloe has made ber own bed, and
she can lie in it. She chose to go, and
she can star. If you will not have her
any other way, I will pay her board.' "
Miss Althea went to the town farm
but once, a fury of anger possessing
her as she crossed the wretched thresh
old, and venting itself in words that
brought terror to every one within hear
ing distance. Underneath the storm
hurt feeling and affection really lay, but
Chloe had passed beyond any power of
interpreting the perverse and tumul
tuous manifestation, one lay bacc in
her chair with closed eyes, her patient
face a little more patient, and slow
tears falling one by one.
" When Diantha comes for me, 1 11
go back," was all she would say, and
Miss Althea, worn out with her own
vehemence, went unwillingly away.
The winter went by, Miss Althea
waiting upon Lucinda " by inches," as
the neighbors said, as if in this way to
atone for past lack toward Chloe. The
reluctant New England spring came
slowly on, and in the " Devil's Gully,"
by the mill, faint green showed here
and there between the lingering drifts.
The road to the town farm, seldom used,
had been almost impassable, but Hiram
at intervals had brought word that
" Miss Chloe was about the same, fur's
he could see, but maybe her own folks
could tell better." The hint passed
without notice till one evening in early
April, when a messenger rode swiftly
up Breakneck and burst into the house
where the three sat by the dim lamp,
Lucinda keeping up her monotonous
flow of words, the two sisters silent.
"She's dvin'," he said. "The doc
tors said she might live.tillyou got
there."
"Who?"
Miss Althea had risen, and stood now,
fierce and rrgid, clutching the fright
ened boy as she spoke.
Miss Templeton, he said, Strug
glingaway. "Hiram told me to get
you a team."
" Hun, then," Miss Althea screamed,
" The fastest Viall's got. Tell him to
be quick."
Lucinda burst into loud crying.
"Be still, you fooll" rang out Miss
Diantha's voice, with its old sharp com
mand. " I'm goin' on the hoss," and
snatching her hood she ran to the
gate, climbed from the long-disused
horse-block to the horses back, and
with dangling stirrups and flapping
rein she held her place by sheer will, as
the frightened animal tore down the
hill and through the village street, still
as speed slackened, urging him on over
the four miles between her and the
chance of speech. Up hill and down,
through thick wood and between low
meadows, the rush of the swollen river
drowned in the clatter of hoofs, and at
last the faint, twinkling lights of the
farm. The horse stood with drooping
head and streaming flanks as she slid
from his back, and pushing aside the
startled and curious group about the
door went up the stairs and toward
the room to which Hiram pointed
She passed swiftly in, the doctor and
attendant were motioned out by a hand
so imperative that none could gainsay
it, and Diantha, bolting the door, turned
to the bed, and after one look at the
motionless form upon it, fell on her
knees and buried her face in the cover
let.
" I thought you'd feel bad, Dianthy,"
Miss Chloe. said, the words coming
faintly, and as if from some remote dis
tanoe. "l thought you d come, an
held oat an waited. There isn t any
time now, but, Dianthy, you must prom
ise me one thing. You mnst go home
and let bv-Kones be by-gones. I want
vou to be good to Althea."
Miss Diantha raised her face, white
and set, as if death had touched her.
too. She lifted her hand as she knelt.
" Don't, Dianthy don't !" Chloe
cried, trying to rise.
" Before you that I've killed, I swear
i w aaiA "Kffaa DiaTitVift finlAmnlv. "T'va
held my tongue for spite, an' I'll hold
it cow for punishment. The last word
I say to livin' soul I say to you now,
Chloe Templeton."
" Oh. Dianthy, don't !" wailed Miss
Chloe, falling back on her pillow, end
inr with this last appeal the long en
treaty of her life. When Miss Althea 1
entered with the doctor, the elder sister
sat motionless and silent by the bed. In
silence she pointed to Miss Althea as
the one to make arrangements, and
waited till nothing farther remained to
be done. In silence she rode home, and
shut herself into her own room, and
there she remained till the hour for the
funeral, services, held in the old church
on the common.
From every quarter the people flocked
in. No such opportunity Jhaa come for
years of seeing all the actors in this vil
lage tragedy, and Miss Diantha faced
them all with a composure that made
the more sensitive shiver, and moved
many to fierce anger. The old minister
broke down as he tried to tell the gen
tleness and patience of the soul that
had as8ed beyond need of human
worJ. and for sa iDstatt there was an
ominous rustle, as if then ana there
Iudgment must be had on those who
lad lain on it a burden too heavy to be
ne.
Miss Diantha Btood by the grave
until the last shovelfuT of earth had
been lain on, then turned and walked
home, stopping for a moment at the
village store. When Miss Althea and
ucinda returned her door was shut,
and no sound was heard from the room
until next morning.. But as they made
preparations ior tea Miss Althea saw
that the three teapots and caddies had
been removed, and that an earthen one
and a tin caddy filled with Orange Pekoe
stood on the lower shelf, and knew that
by this sign Miss Diantha had spoken,
and renounced her will once for for alL
Years followed. Lucinda lingered,
unchanged in look, and clinging more
and more to Miss Althea, who had aged
suddenly when Chloe died, and who
made continued eliorts to break Aliss
Diantha's silence. But though a cer
tain wistfulness seemed at times to
show itself, she only, when appealed to,
shook her head solemnly, and retreated
to her room. What secrets the old
walls knew, who can tell? What sor
row and late repentance I But none
knew till a morning came when,
alarmed by the long silence, Miss Althea
went in to find her with wide-open eyes,
but powerless to move from the floor
where she had fallen, in tne open
drawer of the old bureau lay Miss
Chloe's Bible, the worn volume of Mrs.
Hemans, and near them the broken
fragments of the three teapots, each in
a folded napkin.
A week of quiet waiting, and then in
the hours between night and morning
Miss Diantha suddenly lifted her head.
" I thought you d come, Uhloe, she
said, and with the words was gone.
When her will was opened they
found, first, a legacy of one thousand
dollars " to Hiram Steele and wife for
kindness to my sister Chloe," and then
an order that on the plain tombstone
erected for her should be simply the
words: "Diantha Templeton, aged
seventy-three. 'I was dumb. I opened
not my mouth for shame.'
And so at last people knew that the
scorn and indignation, never quite lost
even in the long years since Miss
Chloe's death, -had been accepted as
just punishment, and that Miss Diantha
had known sorrow, and left this last
message of tacit confession and repent
ance. Harper's Bazar.
Courtship at a Long Range.
A comical matter has been made pub
lic in Montreal by some legal proceed
ings. A retired major oi the untiah
army had four daughters who moved in
good society in that city. They all en
tered into correspondence with a re
tired clergyman of London, whose mind
was somewhat enfeebled, but who en
joyed an income of $15,000. The let
ters became sentimental all round, and
at length the man proposed marriage.
Bat which of the four snould he take?
He hod never seen any of them, and it
was arranged that each of them should
send a photograph to guide him in his
choice. Now, the oldest was a widow
of forty-five, and therefore the younger
and prettier ones were astounded when
the deoision was promptly announced
that their sister was to be the bride.
The truth was that she had employed
an artist to remove the hard lines and
otherwise beautify the picture. But
this trick did cot help her. When she
went to London and presented herself
to the clergyman he could see no like
cess between her and the fraudulent
portrait, and refused to marry her. He
gave her $5,000, however, and she went
home. But she does not consider that
sum a sufficient compensation, and has
sued for damages.
How Much a Cow Eat.
A cow is cot inolined to gluttony
Usually when the appetite is satisfied a
cow will stop eating. Any cow s appe
tite may be gauged in this way: Give
her all the feed she will eat and have
left. Weigh what is given to her and
notice what is consumed. Then make
the ration three-fourths of the quantity
eaten. No animal, not even a man,
should have all it can eat, and the sur
plus above what is necessary is lninn
ous, and produces disease. Generally
more harm is done by over-eating than
by staiving. I he staple ration for a
cow is fifteen pounds of hay and five
pound of meal, or the equivalent in
other food. As gross or green fodder
contains seventy-five per cent, more
water than hay, four times aa much
grass or green fodder should be given
in place of hay; that is, sixty pounds
with the meal. Some cows will proba'
bly require more and very few less than
this quantity.
Poll's Policy.
The mystery of the skill of some ani
mala seem to resist all solution. Vhe
word " instinct," Lord Brougham de
clared, was a mere term for our ignor
ance. The parrot at time astounds the
mind with its mischievous cunning. A
lady friend of Cambridge, Mass., had a
parrot that, on a mouse climbing u p
and entering his case, made for the
little intruder. He hastened down
his chain, and searching all around,
eyed the stranger under the bookcase.
Bat the parrot could cot get at him
there, but cried in its gentle voice,
"Come take a walk with pretty Poll 1
Come take a walk with pretty Poll 1"
The coming holidays will be more generally
olwerved tho any fox many ye. nJ
would ruuiind our readers that a bottle of Ir.
Bull's Cough Byrup will prove a most acoept
abU holiluy ptojmiit.
The Frog and the Lily.
' I.
In arching woods of pine and oak,
Through which the cheerful sunlight broke,
A pond long lay, by soft winds swept,
And on its bosom lilies slept.
A Btory of this pond I'll tell,
Of homoly frog and lily-bell.
II.
Twas in the summer month of June,
When robin chirped his merry tune.
That lily spoke to frog so free:
Oh, could I only leap like thee
But here I am so still and lone, it,., .'
And dull as any old white stone.
III.,
The frog then said to lily fair:
"Just see me Jump so high In
But down fca easJs into the i .,..
And stopped not till be reached iuo mud.
IV.
The day was fine, the sky serene;
A boat upon the lake was seen.
A man caught froggy by the throat,
And threw him in the fatal boat.
The lily plucked by maiden fair, '
Was placed upon her goldon hair.
M.OBA.U-
The richest man may lose his gain.
The poorest one may rise to fame;
Be not puffed np with self-deciit,
The boaster always courts defoat;
Nor proudly say what you can do,
But be modest, gentle, pure and true.
K.U..
IIUMOROF THE DAY.
The saddle horse knows enough of
arithmetic to carry one.
A man, being tormented with corns,
kicked his foot through a window, and
the pane was gone instantly.
A "little heat that can't be beat, the
window open wide; a little breeze, a
little sneeze, and you'ro the doctor's '
pride.
The Commercial Bulletin says the man
who does cot advertise has it done for
him finally, under the head of " failures
in business."
Vassar college has one small girl who
will in the hereafter be heard of in the
woman's rights societies. She de
scribed "straw"' as being a hollow thing
with a ten-cent man on one end of it
and a twenty-cent drink on the other
end. '
"You can't add different things to
gether," said a school-teacher, "if.
you add a sheep and a cow together, It
does not make two shoep or two cows.'
A little boy, the son of a milkman, held
up hi hand and said : "That may do
with sheep and cows, but if you add a
quart of water it makes two quarts of
milk. I've seen it tried."
A young gentleman who is very par
ticular about the getting up of his linen
wrote a cote to his laundress, and at
tae tame time sent one to the object of
his affections. Unfortunately, he put
the wrong address on the envelopes
and posted them. The woman was puz
zled, but not in the least offended;
but when the young lady read, 44 If you
rumple up my shirt-bosoms and drag
the buttons off: the collar any more, as
you did last time, I shall have to go
somewhere else," she cried all the even
ing and declared she would never speak
to him again.
Origin of "Ta-ta."
For several years American para
graphers have been using the old
Southern expression, "ta-ta," as a term
of humorous farewell, thus giving it A
meaning entirely different from that it
started out in life with; and how it
ever came to be applied in that way is
a little surprising to any one to the
Southern "manner born," and espe
cially to any one familiar with the idioms
of the South of ante-bellum days.
No one who was ever petted, loved
and spoiled by a kind old black "mam
my" can ever forget that "ta-ta," in
baby dialect, U "thank you," or, to give
an exact definition from our unwritten
vocabulary, "thanky." They can never
forget mammy's coaxingly reproving
tones, nor her "churchy," when, in cor
reeling some childish forgetfulness, the
omission of thanks for some slight fa
vor, the gift of an apple, or perhaps a
stalk of sugar cane, she would say,
"Honey, Where's yo' manners ? Whyn't
yo' say 'ta-ta ?' " For a more valuable
present her words would have been :
"Tell the lady you're much obleeged,"
or 44 obliged," if she happened to be a
little careful in her pronunciation, as
many house servants were; but for all
trifling gilts 44 ta-ta" was the popular
term for the little folks. Of course as
the children grew larger this pet way
of expressing thanks was laid aside with
their baby clothes; and the 44 churchy"
that mammy had taught them a funny
substitute for a bow, consisting only in
a sudden bending of the knees, which
caused a comical dip down and up was
put away with the jingling rhymes of
early childhood.
44 Ta-ta" belongs exclusively to the
little ones; it is as peculiarly their own
as are 44 catty cats " and 44 this little pit
went to market" and all those other
wonderful things belonging to child
life. To the great world " ta-ta' is
nothing but a ludicrous expresfiion;
but to many of us there is something
half touching, half comical, in the
quaint old words that bring back so
vividly the days when wo planted
raibin seeds, rode stick horses, believed
in giants, knew that the fairies wero
hiding in the ferns and that pots off - !
were awaiting us at the end of the r
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