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I shall ever win the home in heaven, ! For whoso sweet rest I humbly hope and pray, In the great company of tbe forgiven I shall figure to find old Danlol Gray. I knew him well ; in troth, few knew him ' bettor ; F.r my young eyes oft read for him tho word, And Baw how mooUly from the crystal letter llo drank the lifo of his beloved Lord. Old Pantol Gray was not a man who lifted On ready words bis freight of gratitude ; Nor was he called among tho gifted In tho prayor meetings of his neighborhood. lie had a few old-fashioned words and phrases, Linked in with saared toxt and Sunday rhymes; And I suppose that In his prayers and graoos, I've heard them all at least a thousand times. I see hira now his form, bis face, his motions, His homespun habit and his silver hair And hear tho language of his trite dovotlons Hiding beyond the straight-backed kitchen chair. I can remember how the sentence sounded, " IIolp us, oh, Lord, to pray, and not to faint 1" And how the "conquering and to conquer" rounded The loftier aspirations of the saint. Be bad somo notions that did not improve him ; He never kissed his children so thoy say ; And finest sconos or rarest flowers would move him Letts than a horseshoe pickod up in the way. Ho had a hearty hatrod of oppression, Aud righteous word for sin of every kind ; Alas, that the transgressor and transgression Were linked so closely in his honest mind I He could soe naught but vanity in beauty, And naught but weakness in a fond caress, And pitied men whose views of Christian duty Allowed indulgence in such foolishness. Yet thore were love and tenderness within him; And I am told that when his Charley died, Not nature's need nor gentle word could win him From his fond vigils at tho sleeper's side. And when thoy came to bury little Charley, They found fresh dewdrops sprinkled in his 1 hair, And on bis breast a rosebud gathered early, Aud coessed. but did not know, who placed it there. Honest and faithful, constant in his calling, Htriotly attendant on the means of grace, - JuHtant in prayer, and fearful most of falling, Old Daniol Gray was always in his place. A practical old man, and yot a dreamer ; ' Ho thoucht that in soma strange, unlooked-for way , His mighty friend in heaven, the great B deemer, Would honor him with wealth some golden day, ' This dream he carried in a hopeful spirit Until in death his patlout eye grew dim, Aud his Rodeomor called him to inherit The heaven of wealth long garnered up foJ him. So, if over I win the home in heaven. For whose sweet rest I humbly hope and pray, n the great company of tho forgiven I shall be sure to find old Dauiol Gray. A LOST BABY. Mr. Jonathan T. Ward, or as card more mcdernly expressed it, his "J Temrdeton" Ward. Jr.," looked like man snnremelv satisfied with his for tnne and himself. He had inst received a particularly gratifying letter from his sister in New York, calling him to the city on a flat tering errand, and as he entered the cars this pleasant October morning the universe seemed irradiated with his own private sonse of happiness. He dropped his hand bag. cane and light overcoat carelessly in the vacant corners, ami thus comfortably extended he found himself able to contemplate his pie beian and more crowded neighbors with urbane condescension. After a few moments his fingers in stinctively sought an inner pocket, and he re-read the letter which had so con tributed to his self-gratulation. It was from his favorite sister Hose, who had married Henry Molineux, a wealthy broker, and whose happy married life had caused no diminution in her home affection. The M olineux were, m their m.. vtavw ivmnil nfknnlA. grander than vraj , irej b1 0- -- the Wards, for they counted larger store of shekels and lands and antique heir looms, and Rose's alliance had been fnllv artnroved by her brother. Rose herself was a bit of a match-maker, and had long cherished a dream of a double rmnef,tion between the two families by th marriage of her brother with her Lnfihand'a sister. Miss Winifred Molt neux. Unfortunately for her plans nhortlv after her own wedding her hus band'B family had sailed for Europe, re- ( maining abroad four years, and the ob jects of her romantic schemes had never met. Very deftly, however, Miss Rose Molineux had managed her cards, keep ing up Miss Winifred's interest in the ' unknown paragon by means of shrewd allusions and items of interest, but never waxing sufficiently enthusiastic to alarm the shy girl with apprehensions of a matrimonial pitfall arranged for her unsuspecting feet. With her brother Mrs. Molinoux's maneuvers had been less strategic and delicate. The mat ter had been frankly discussed between ibAm. and Mr. J. Templeton Ward ac knowledged himself prepared to become Misa Winifred's willing slave at first sight. Indeed, he nearly persuaded iuiBijH that hi? was already ;in love with and he brooded over his sister's letter with all the benign serenity of an 1 accepted lover. Dear Templeton " (wrote Mrs. Moli neux), "Henry a father and mother have at length returned from Europe, and have agreed to let me have Winifred for the winter. I want you to drop everything else and devote yourself to us, to escort Winifred to all the ex hibitions, symphony rehearsals, recep tions, etc, of the season. She is look ing remarkably well, and, what is better, has returned heart free. I was afraid some French marquis would be at tracted by her dot and snatch her lip. know that you are very sensitive on such matters, and will not thank me for telling yon, but by the death of her Uncle Robert in Pernambuco she has come into possession of thirty thousand dollars, which, in addition to her ex- Eoctations from Papa Molineux, makes er a veiy pretty heiress. As What'a-his-name says, 'A crisis comes once in the life of every man. There is a trite old saying in regard to cup and iip which I forbear quoting, remarking only that it is a mistake to confide delicate porcelain to baby fin gers. Mr. Ward's cud would probably never have slipped had it not leen for a baby of whose influence upon his fate he was as yet blissfully unconscious. Jt was a sorry day for him when the three weird sisters converted Mr. Templeton Ward's oup of happiness which had hitherto been as carefully guarded as though it had been a veritable bit of blossomed Dresden or fragile specimen of Bevres in Pompadour rose into a plaything for a ruthless and irresponsi ble baby. Mr. Ward had drifted into 'a day dream, when he was recalled suddenly to the actualities of the present by a sweet vcice at his elbow inquiring difll dently, " Is this seat engaged?" Turning sharply, he saw a dignified but youthful lady, with a face like that of one of Raphael a Madonnas. His impressible heart paid her homage at once, and he was about to spring to his feet with spontaneous politeness, when the pleasurable emotion was checked by one of dismay. She held in her arms baby well dressed, neat, chubby, bright, and, to a parental eye, a cherub of a child; to Mr. J. Templeton Ward, his pet aversion and peculiar horror. He looked at the child with an ex pression of intense disapprobation. "I think ycu will be more comfortable at tbe other end of the car," he remarked, slowly raising his eyeglasses and sur veying the perspective of crowded seats. I will try another car," replied the lady, with quiet dignity. Mr. Templeton Ward's good breed ing asserted itself. ''Indeed, madam, bad cot observed that there were no vacant seats. Pray do not imagine me so egregiously selfish ;" and the little lady was quickly seated at his vis-a-vis. For some time the baby conducted itself in an exemplary manner, drum ming on the window-pane and watch ing the rapidly whirling landscape, and Mr. Templeton Ward had time to ob serve that the lady was dressed in that alleviated mourning which allows cer tain concessions to fashion and becom- ingness in the toleration of white at the throat and wrists, ana solitaire pearls in either ear. " You have a fine little boy, madam." The lady smiled. "She is a very good baby." Mr. Ward was momentarily comusea, "Your little daughter resembles you Btrikinerlv." he remarked. Again the rarely sweet smile flickered across tbe lady s lips. "You could not compliment me in a more gratifying manner, she replied He turned to the baby and endeav ored to interest it in an exhibition of his watch and seals. "What is her name?" be asked, hoping that the reply might involve that of the mother. "We call her Dimple. Don't you think a baby the most delicious thing in the whole world r "WelL no. if&ad never occurred to me in that light bofore, but you know I have not had the advantage of an ac ouaintance with Miss Dimple." "You could not help liking her. She never cries; she is absolutely angelic." Mr. Ward was on the point of re marking, "I said she resembled you," but he checked himself, they were not sufficiently intimate yet for flattery. The conversation became impersonal, and drifted through a wide range of sub jects, Mr. Templeton Ward, becoming more and more merested in his travel ing companion, and quite ignoring the presence of the baby. This young per son at last became fidgety and even cross. "The precious infant I" exclaimed the lady. How forgetful I am ! She should have been fed twenty minutes ABO." A basket was produced, ana a lime ... . , -1 1.111 rummaging brought to light a nursing bottle. " Dear I dear r murmurea me babv's sruardian; "here is the bottle, but where is the milk ! now stupid in Maggie to forget it 1 The baby at the sight of the bottle at . . . '11 l !l L first chirruped Witn gieeiui exenemem, then became frantically impatient, and finally burst into a roar of anger as the train paused at an out-oi-ine-way country station. "I see farmhouses ana cows grazing in the pastures," suggested Mr. Ward; "Perhaps I can obtain some milk for you." "Oh, no, no; pray do not trouble yourself," replied the lady; "if you will kindly watch the baby 1 can get it." And before he had lime to insist she " - - 1 was but of the car and running toward one of the farmhouses. Mr. Ward ox plained the situation to the conductor, who agreed to wait two minutes beyond the usual time for her return. Two minutes, three minutes, four minutes passed, and still she came not. The engineer sounded the whistle, the conductor shouted : "All aboard I I can't wait any longer. She's had plenty of time. I must reach the next station before the np-train," he ex plained, and the train moved on. Mr. J. Templeton Ward gazed in a stupefied manner from the window; the baby howled. "Come, this will never do," he said, as he endeavored simultaneously to realize the situation and to quiet the distracting baby, his thoughts and words keeping up a running fugue some what in this manner: Thought: " What can have detained her ?" Aloud: "Precious little Dimple, so" Thought: " Where did she disappear to, anyway?" Aloud: " it was. Shall have the pretty watch." Thought: "Great Csosar! Can it be-" Aloud: " Angelic little cherub !" Thought: a case of desertion?" Aloud: " Never cries no, never." Thought: "Of course not. She" was a perfect lady; impossible." Aloud: "Shut up this rrinute, or 111" Thought: What shall 1 do with the consumed ' Aloud: " speak to you like a father." Thought: " thing when I get to the city?" Aloud (to old lady who offers a pep perment): " Thank you, . ma'am. (To baby): "There, choke your blessed throat 1" Thought: What a figure I'll cut at the depot I" Aloud (attempting to sing): "Uh, where shall rest be found? Byelo, byelo" (shaking child violently) " go to sleepy. Thought: " Suppose Rose should be at the station with Winifred to meet me?" Aloud: "Darlingpopsy-wopsy, chicka biddy chum I See how funny it looks in big man's hat 1" (Extinguishes it in light-colored high bat.) Thought: " ehe saia a baby was the most delightful thing in the whole world. Any woman who can lie like that is capable of deserting her unpro tected offspring." Aloud (removing the hat): "(rood gracious I It's black in the face; its going into convulsions I" Thought: " I d like to know what everybody is laughing at. If I had pistol I d shoot somebody." Aloud : " JLook here, now, Miss liimp- sy ImpBV. VJome, let us reason to gether. This thing has got to be stopped. Be calm I Bay be calm." Thought: "111 leave it in the seat. take my baggage and put for the smok- mg-oir. (suits the action to the idea. (Settles himself comfortably. news boy appears almost immediately with the baby, still screaming.) Newsboy : "Please, sir, you left part of your baggage. (Trcin comes to i stop in New York depot.) Thought: " There s a policeman. IT hand the wretch over to him, and get him to carry it to the station-house or the foundling hospital." A few minutes later and Mr. J. Tern pleton Ward gayly mounted the steps of his brother-in-law s brown-stone man sion. A great incubus had been re moved from his mind, and he sow felt disposed to treat the adventure with hilarity. His sister met him most cor dially, and, throwing himself upon the sofa by her side, he related the story, decorated with considerable imagina tive embroidery. " Think, Rose," he said, solemnly 1 what a tremendous escape ! There I was a complete victim. Why, I actual ly took her for a respectable and fas cinating little widow, and was flirting with her in the most confiding man ner." " Do you really think she meant to desert the baby ?" asked Mrs. Molineux, Oh. without doubt. She had got herself up nicely on purpose to deceive and to think that I did not suspect her designs when she asked me if I did not think that execrable baby deli oious 1" " Was the baby pretty, Templeton ?" " Fretty I 1 should think not, wish you could have seen it. It bore t.bn marks of deDravitv stamped upon its brow, When it howled, it glared at me with demoniac eyes, and fisted like a prize fighter. I am morally certain that its father is one of the champions of the ring. " And what did you say you did with it, dear ?" "I got rid of it as quickly as possible, I assure you. I handed it to a police man, and requested him to drop it into the East river. J had the satisfaction however, of pinching it well before I saw the last of it. 1V vnn siimifiKft the man thought you were in earnest, Templeton ?" " Of course not. He has carried it off to the Home of the Friendless, or the Asylum for Little Wanderers, or some institution of that sort, I suppose- But let's drop the baby. Where's Wini fred?" "I expect her every moment. There s the door-bell now. Let me see." Mrs. Molineux motioned back the servant and herself opened the hall door, finding herself, to her surprise, face to face with her husband, who wore an anxious expression. Mr. Ward, who sat just within the parlor, heard their conversation distinctly. - Rose. 'Why, Henry, what's the matter?" Mr. M. "Nothing. Don't be alarmed: only a telegram from Winifred. She was left and will come on the next train." Rose. "Oh! is that all? Then she ought to be here now; the train runs every hour." Mr. M. " Winifred's all right, but I don't won't to alarm you. Be calm" Rose. " The baby I is she sick ?" Mr. M. " Don't got excited. The baby is not sick." Rose (desperately.) "Is sue dead 7" Mr. M. "No, no. ' You always imag ine the very worst that can happen. She is only lost." A piercing shriek followed and Mr. Ward sprang into the hall just in time to see his sister faint in the arms of her husband. They carried her into the parlor, and she was at once surrounded by frightened domestics, in the con fusion that followed Winifred Molineux arrived. There was no time for intro ductions, and indeed none were needed, for Mr. Ward to his utter dismay recog nized his companion of the train, the supposed mother of tbe baby. '1 was bringing Dimple home from a visit to her grandmother," she ex plained, and added: "Is it possible that you are Mr. J. Templeton Ward? Then the baby is safe." Mrs. Molineux opened her eyes, and suddenly sitting bolt upright assumed a tragio attitude. "Winifred," she de manded, "why did you abandon my precious Dimple?" "I left her to get some mils," Wini fred replied, good-humoredly, "and as I was coming out of the dairy a horrid goat barred my passage. The woman drove him away, but he Btopped me again at the pasture bars, and I did not reach the station until the train had left." Mrs. Molineux laughed hysterically. "Jonathan Templeton Ward," ehe ex claimed, "what have you donewith your sister's child 7" "How was I to Know it was youru ie asked, deprecatmgiy. "i naa ior- gotten that Miss Winifred would be in mourning for her uncle, and I thought she was a widow." " You thought 1" interrupted his sis ter. "The least said about that the better. He sent his niece to the found ing hospital: he insulted Winifred and all of us in a manner not to be repeated. Oh, my precious Dimple, my lovely Set ! He told the policeman to drop er into the East river. Henry, he said vou were a prize-fighter. Winifred, te is not worthy ol your slightest tnougnc Why do you stand there Btaring at me in that idiotic manner, jonamanr a disown you; you are not worthy to be uncle of that cherub darling." Mr. Templeton Ward did not wait to hear all. He darted out of the door, murmuring to himself, " A crisis comes once in the affairs of every man; and, seeking the policeman with frantio haste, Mip Dimple was in a few hours returned to the bosom of her family His sister, however, ref ased to see him, and it was not until the marriage of Miss Winifred Molineux to an officer in the United States navy that Mr. J, Templeton Ward finally made his peace with his outraged relatives. Johnny and the Sour Apples. " Johnny," Bid a lady living on Aus tin avenue, to her ten-year-old son, "take a basket, go to the grocery on the corner, and bring me a dozen nice apples. Be sure and taste them, and see they are not sour ones." "Yes, mother, I will try and remem ber to taste them," said Johnny, cheer fully, taking up the basket and saunter ing out the gate. In about half an hour he came back and placed the empty basket on the table. " Didn't the grocer have any apples?" asked the anxious mother. "Yes, mam- I bought a dozen. They were not sour. "Where are they ?" asked the fond mother, taking another squint into the empty basket, "lou told me to be sure and see that they were not sour, so I had to taste every one of them, you know, ma; had to bite each apple, vou know." "Where are they 1" shrieked the now thoroughly aroused woman. "They were all little apples, ma, and one of them didn t make more than i good bite, but they wasn't sonr, ma, in deed they wasn't." Judging from the way Johnny walks the apples did not agree with him, even if they were not sour. l exaa oijangs. Where the Money Went. In July last George Sands, a well-to do farmer living near Milan, Ohio, took home $300. and handing it to his wife reauested her to take charge of it. She, with the thoughtfulness of the average housewife, considered that the straw bedtick would be about as safe a hiding place as she could find for the wealth Accordingly she placed the roll of bills among the straw. The money not being needed for any purpose it was forgotten until several weeks after the house had been cleaned, when Mr. Sands inqmred of his wife if she had that money. The thought came to her at once that she had emptied the straw-bed in the orchard, and of course the roll of bills had been dumped out too. A visit to the orchard showed that the swine and poultry had been very industrious there, and ten and twenty-dollar bills wero found scattered by the wind and torn by the aforesaid farm stock. Oare ful search brought baek about 230, leaving seventy dollars as the price of tun i air;icDouio'n AUJ.I -,- put his money in ttraw-ticks any more. Hands does not THE SUPERNATURAL. The Belief In "Wine Men" an Witches" Htlll Held br Mllllana In: All Clvlllaed Countries. People are only too apt to believe that witchcraft has become an exploded article of the popular creed, and that there ate no classes holding to the faith professed by Raleigh and Bacon, Selden and Hobbs, Boyle and Moore, Sir Thomas Browne and Sir Matthew Hale. Yet there would not be the slightest difficulty experienced by anjr one whose reading includes a moderately large list of daily newspapers, domestio and foreign, in compiling a very respectable annual volume on contemporary witch craft and proving that a belief in the supernatural and malignant attrib utes of crazy old crones, in the vampire tastes of unquiet corpses, and in the po tency of charms and spells, is to-day entertained by millions of people in the most civilized countries of the world. They had an epidemic of witchr craft in Butler.:Pa.. a few months ago, when the fact was revealed that there were six professional "witch-masters" in the county, and that when the devil got possession of a man and was not disturbed in .his tendency for two months, $5 was the smallest sum for which he could be evicted. The modua operandi is to cut a circle on a white oak tree and lure the devil to enter it. which he does with a noise like thunder and a vehemence that splits the tree to Bplinters. The patient is then corked up, as it were, with prayers and charms. It is only a little wniie since me Davenport la,, papers chronicled the death of Mary the witcn, ana gave an appetizing inventory of her professional possessions, her " cabinet " containing a cat's skull, a chicken's head, bats' wings, toads' feet, spiders' webs, vari ous bones of various animals, dried blood and eyes of owls and cats de- TKisited in various places wrapped in naner. It is sate to say mat me pro . m aJl fessors of witchcraft in the United States are numbered by hundreds and de rive an annual revenue from the credu lous which it would take at least seven figures to express. Though witchcraft is not so puDiic and profitable a business in England, the beli3f in witches is even more gen erally held. Within the last few weeks one case has been reported where the parson of the parish was appealed to to cut a sod from the alleged witch's grave to stop her nightly promenades for evil purposes, and two young men were brought before the courts for knocking down an old woman and "drawing blood" from her with a knife, so as to release their sister from her spells. At Sheffield, in November, 1880, Agnes Johnstone was sent to jail for three weeks for obtaining 5 8s. from Mar garet Devaney, through a promise of. ruling her planet" ana .bringing her a fortune through the agency of sub terranean spirits. I he witch had, her dupe testified, danced with the fairies and worked with the devil for night af ter night. At East Dereham, one Wil liam Bulwer was fined for abusing and assaulting a girl named Christiana Martins, because she was a " part ner in the witch industry with her mother, his testimony .being as follows: "Mrs. Martins is an old witch and she charmed me, and gotd no sleep for her for three nights, and one night at 11:30 o'clock I got up be ause I could not sleep, and went out and found a 'walking toad' under clod that had been dug up with a three- pronged fork. That is why I could not rest. She is a bad old woman. She put the toad under there to charm me, and her daughter is just as bad, gentle men. She would bewitch any one. She charmed me, and I got no reBt day or night for her till I found this 'walk ing toad' under the turf. I got the toad out and put it under a cloth and took it upstairs and showed it to my mother and Hhrowed' it into the pit in the garden. I can bring it and show it to you, gentlemen." In Dudley, in June last, a professional witch came to grief and the jail for selling "a bottle of stuff to burn at midnight" to woman who, though admitting that this practitioner was a fraud, insisted that she herself was bewitched. The London Daily News is authority for the statement that " to-day in Eng' land women of bad temper and a cer tain originality of charaoter deliberate lv give themselves out to be witches, They win some respect and exercise some influence. One woman has at this moment a reputation for keeping Boven little familiar spirits, which leap out of her mouth, like the red mouse from the liDS of the fair witch in 'Faust. witch often lowers the rent of tho adja cent cottages and demoralizes a whole neighborhood The last legal exeontion in England for witchcraft occurred in 1716, bnt in 1863 a reputed wizard was drowned in a pond at the village of Heddingham, in Kssex, not loriy miies irom uoiiuon while in 1867 "Dr. Hams" was com mitted for trial at the Radnorshire as sizes for duping persons into the belief that their ailments were caused by their being " witched." and for professing to cure them bv giving them charms to wear suspended round their necks. At Havay, in Belgium, in June last, a peasant lost not only his child but his cow, and consequently consulted in village wise man, or devin, who Baid "Go home and to-morrow morning burn the first person who crosses your door step. That person will have been tna cause of your ills. I will take care that God sende him." The countryman went home ai directed, and with the uid nf his srxinse prepared a kind of i - - a f ii funeral pile in the brggest room of the house, and when next morning a kind neighbor, who had nursed tne cniia in its last sickness, came to the door, the couple pounced on her, tied her hands and feet and kindled the pyre, on which they laid her. She had the wit to con- - . ... . . A less her guilt ana Deg ior a priest, ana when the priest came he liberated her, but not till she had been ieanuiiy burned. The, tribunal of Mons laid its iron hands 6n the culprits, sent them to jail for sixty and forty days and made them pay ou damages to tn eir victim. In the south of France a si m- ilar charm is in vogue. If you are worried by witches you have but to stea a new kettle put . into it all th e old nails, pins ana pieces oi iron od tainable and boil it furiously. As soon as the vessel begins to sing keep an eye on the door and the first person to enter will bo the witch, obeying an ir resistible impulse. Upon clubbing the witch vehemently the evil spell will be broken. At Charleroi, iu Belgium, four women were convicted recently of swindling by pretended sorcery. Their Eractice was to select old women who ad come into property and blaokmail them under the threat of allowing the spirits to kill or bewitch a favorite child. At the Russian village of Wratshevo, near Novgorod, two years ago, there was a woman named Agrafena lgnatjeva, a widow, who had the reputation of be ing a witch, and who encouraged the belief, as it made the peasants nnng her food and gifts in abundance. There were many persons in the district suf fering from epilepsy and it was popular ly believed that the witch had thus punished them for offending her in some way. One of these epileptic suf ferers, a girl from a distanr village, be sought some peasants to burn the witch and so release her from her sufferings. At an assembly of headmen and seniors of the village it was resolved to extin guish the source of mischief. They pr ceeded to her hut, which they found ' fastened up. They broke it open, dis covered the wretched woman, charged her with the crime a nd then nailed up the window and door to prevent her escape. By this time over 200 men had assembled around the hut and amid their jeers and shouts of exultation it was set on fire and the whole crowd re mained until it was quite consumed. Though the rural policeman was offered a bribe of $16.50 to report the burning as accidental, he informed on the vul lagers, sixteen of whom were brought to trial. The three prime movers in the cremation were sentenced to slight penances in church, and the others were set free. The courts in Germany were called upon not'long ago to decide a suit brought by a peasant and his wife against a neighbor whom they ac cused of having caused the death of their two little pigs by witchcraft. "You couldn't see any marks on their bodies at all," he testified. "In the evening they were healthy, ate heartily, the pigsty was locked, and in the morning one of them was already dead. The defendant crossed the yard in the night and bewitched them. I speak to you, judge, as to a father, and I im plore j on to make he- give you tne doctor books she ha; got. In there it stands how to bewitch." When the suit was dismissed the complainants said they would appeal, and as they went out the husband exclaimed : " This we cannot lose ; it is impossible." It may be added that while in Madagascar the missionaries have rooted out the last vestiges of idolatry, the belief in witch craft defies extinction. It was reported last winter tbat a d"g had spoken and had announced that a hurricane, causing frievous famine, would devastate the istrict ; that immense hailstones would descend and that even the heavens would fall. Te advert this the people were told to get six black and six white beads and to wear them around the neck and no harm would come to them, and all the influence of the missionaries could not prevent the converts from investing in beads. Something for Nothing. All newspaper publishers have had experience with meu who want to ad vertise themselves or their business in newspapers without cost to themselves. It is pitiable to see the shabby means they take to attain tho end they have in view. Men who would feel insulted if they wore called dead-beats, will with bland effrontery ask a publisher to " please mention so and 6o" (an adver tisement), or, handing in what is really an advertisement under the guise of a communication, they will say, " Here's a little item that will help you to fill up with." Men who do this and there are some in every town, call themselves honorable and would not think of ask ing a real estate owner to let them use one of his bouses a few months for nothing; nor would they ask him to let them cultivate aud use a part of his farm, without expecting to Lave to pay rent for it. Tho advertising columns of his paper is to the publisher what the house or farm is to the real estate owner his Bource of inoonie. Why any one should espect the newspaper publisher to be more generous in squandering his sub stance than other business men is something that cannot be accounted for, except on the supposition tbat some people have an idiotic idea that printers set up type for the love of the work, and that ink and type and printing presses are gifts from heaven to sinful men, who publish newspapers merely for the purpose of smoothing the path way of their fellow men on the rugged road to fortune, and who hope not for reward this side of the grave. T(rtu Sitings,
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