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A Tronllngr Idjl.
"I go a-flshing " Joiim xxl., 3.
A line,
A book,
A rod, .
A brook,
A man absorbed in flsliing ;
A cant,
A blto,
"A trout ?"
"You're right ;
For this I have been wishing. 'j
In camp
To lie,
. With trout
To lry,
Farewell to care and Badness I
No care,
No strife
In such
A life,
What health and rest and gladness I
Then come
With me,
Away
We'll flee,
And spend a month together,
By stream
Aud lake
Sly trout
We'll take,
And sleep in stormy weather.
Cambridge Tribune,
DESTINY.
On ft Btormy March day a fresb-fac d
young girl was (I ara tempted to bv
manfully ") ' womanfully " making
her way along the main street of a New
England fnctorv village. A bright
daring face was hore one that said a;
plainly an brown eyes, red lips
and pinuant features could say
" Here I am. L"t Fate send her worst.
I shall flffbt the good fight." The very
curls on her temples, blowing this way
and that, under her pimple straw turban,
looked fearless. alrooRt sancv, yet with
out nnv suggestion of that hideouH,
straigbthonsing. rr.odern crank of
fashion termed "burg." She wore a
nest waterproof suit, sensible in length,
and pepper-aud'Falt of hue, though a
shrewd physiognomist might have been
willing td wager that somewhere among
her feminine adorning wouul be found
ft vivid dash of toarlet. She carried
her cotton umbrella without endangering
people's eves, and appeared altogether
business-like and self-sustained. A
passing stranger, glancing at her eager
face and quick gait, would thin,
" That girl is in dead earnest.
She looked occasionally at the pic
tures, vases and other pretty trifles in
the shop windows but without a twinge
of enw in her healthful soul. She was
wont to pay that she could enjoy thorn
four times a day (exoept when she car
ried her dinner) without the trouble of
taking care of them. In short, ti'ne
seemed-fully equipped for "possessing"
in the very best sense, one did stop,
however, before a confectioner s win
dow where some tempting oranges
were displayed, counted the contents of
shabby little purse, then snapped the
steel clasp with a determined shake of
the head. Nettie Randall, you're a
elfish coward." was her mental com
ment as she walked resolutely on.
Turning into a qaieter street, yet not
too far from the business part cf the
village, she entered ft small frame
house by the door of which was taoked
a modest tin sign, lettered, "Ladies'
Trimming Store. F. & A. Randall."
In the front windows hung a few rib
bons, cheap laces, Hamburg edgings,
etc a most unpretending establish
ment. As Nellie closed the door upon
her dripping umbrella and the general
discomfort of storm and fast-thickening
darkness outside, a cheery warmth and
light greeted her, and another fresh
faced, brown-eyed girl, a year or two
vounger. looked np with a bright smile,
from her seat behind the counter, where
she was swiftly and dextrously drawing
the bristles through those mdispensa'
ble aids to civuiza'ion. tooth-brushes.
" How's Destiny 7 " asked Nettie,
in a matter of course way, as
sue nung
np her waterproof and pushed her over
(In explanation, let it be here stated
mat mesa iwu were uuuo oiuftiujj
that
beautiful poem which begins
Though the day of my destiny's over,
And the star of my fate hath declined ;"
a tiny, lisping cousin caught the mel
ody; and piped out : " Though the day
of my destiny's 'cliued." "Destiny's
"clined" became thereafter, a most ap
propriate expression, when the "best
laid schemes " seemed obstinately bent
on ganging agley.")
The answer to N ettie's question came
promptly :
" Awful I just fifteen cents in the
cash drawer ! I haven't sold anything
to-day but a paper of needles and a
yard of elastic"
"That means oatmeal) for supper
again, I suppose," said Nettie. " I
hate it." she added, savagely, her gocd
humor oozing away at the uninviting
nrosDeot. She had been working all
day, for "cut down" wages, in a woolen
faotorv. and was wet. tired and most
nnsentimentallv hungry.
" That's because you haven't !got far
enougn in "tiipictetus, saiu ner oioit-r,
serenely,
Nettie glanced around at the hang
ing shelf of carefully selected volumes,
anoient and modern, gathered for these
two, in years past.by a studious father's
loving hand and judicious brain.
" Wo can't eat Greek philosophy.. If
we had the original manuscripts, we
might make papyrus eoup. I'll tell
you what it is, Flo," she continued, de
cidedly, us she put up her leet io warm,
" Somf thing must happen preuy soon.
My pay won't amount to much this
month, nnd the next installment to Mr.
Stone falls due on the 17th, you know
Uesidps, the conl is nearly gone."
Oh, dear I Those payments to Mr.
Store ! What do you suppose ever be
cvn" of that money, Nettie f"
We have asked ourselves tnat ques-
t'on for the last two years, Flo, and we
don't come any nearer to the solution
of the riddle whatever we accom
plish toward the solution of the debt."
" is it a aout, I wonaer, saiu no,
' a legal one, I mean ? I know it is a
moral one, and 1 shall not give up try
ing to pay it, as long as I can fill a
brush, or mop a kitchen-floor, if It
o.imes to that. Onr literary ventures
don't amount to anything. I should
rather write stories and paint pic
tures than make brushes, 1 m sure, and
you would rather give dramatio read
ings than bo tied down to a factory
bell but we are evidently not beaced
for the temple of fame, and may as well
g wp.
" Fume I reioined iNettio, wno cares
f.ir the empty bubble ? It's the money
wo want. I wish we had back all we
have spent in postage stamps on the
miserable scribblings."
"I suppose it's true (as some editors
tell us, in their polite little notes) that
writers seldom accomplish anytning oi
real Ji: nnv merit till they are at least
thirty. We don t belong to the lortun
ate group of phenomenal geniuses"
and Flo twitched away her finished
brush from tho vise, with a quick,
practiced movement, and began to
Hpread the tablo for their simple sup
ner in the buck part of the store. In
cold weather they lived in this room as
much as rosfiible to save fuel.
Net tin toasted her leet luxuriously,
... ...
and looked lsther admiringly at her
pret'y hands lying idly in her lap. Her
work at the factory was by no moans
detrimental to their shapeliness.
- - . . . 1 . A 1.
"If xur. otone naa oniy oeen amome
the night father brought tho money for
him from Ashtield, it would have been
ell riht. Or if father hadn't had the
tttroke' before morning." ner lips
quivered, and her eye3 filled, at the
memory.
"Nuttie, said mo, solemnly, as Bne
cut the rye loaf, ' we are sure that Mr.
Sackett is an honest mau, ana lie never
would have said that he sent tho money
by father if it hadn't been true."
" Why do you empnasize Mr. BacKeii
so strongly? Don't you suppoEe Mr.
Stone is honest too ?"
" T don't fcnow anything about it,"
said Flo. "People can't always help
their suspicions." Perhaps he was at
homo that night."
Nettie laughed incredulously.
" Nonsense 1 Don t you suppose peo
ple would have found him out before
this if he was a rabcal? I don't think
myself he's very amiable. Father very
likely put tho money in such a safe
ulace till morning that nobody will ever
find it unless the old homestead should
be pulled down or struck by hghtntng,
and then it will probably be discovered
in some mysterious cranny of the floor
or walls. Secrets come to light in
strange ways, sometimes."
" I know one thing," said Flo, reso
lutely, "you and I are going to pay
back that money, Nettie (or the re
mainder, seeing that Mr. Stone took
the very house from over our heads),
if wo have to live on dry bread and oat
meal for twenty years.''
(Ah, how easy is prospective heroism
at sixteen 1)
" We shall be almost old women by
that time, and cross and ugly, like as
not," said Nettie, taking a discontented
bite from her butterlesa bread. Despite
her buoyant demeanor on the street,
she was more subject to nps and downs
than Flo.
" We needn't be .cross and ugly,"
answered Flo, carefully measuring out
her share of milk from the tiny pitcher.
"I hope the lamp won't smoke again
to night, now nice it would be to have
a now burner I"
A short, bobbing figure, in an im
mense rubber cloak, with an umbrella
in one hand and a yellow quart bowl in
the other. Messed a beaming face
against the glass upper half of the door,
Miua lf Allavinn I" Rftiil Flo lOvfnllv.
Miss Mellavine 1" said Flo loy fully,
and sprang up to admit her.
Their next-door neighbor, Miss Mary
Lavinia- Murray (who had given herself
the name of "Mellavine" when a little
child) was what Flo and Nettie called
"a walking sunshine lactory." Many
a time had her kindly deeds helped to
tide them over a threatened collapse in
the commissary department, and her
rifts were as delicately bestowed as
they were timely. A simple, unlearned
woman, with a heart of gold.
"You dear things I 1 do. nope you
haven't finished your tea, for I said to
myself this boiled dinner is so savory
this afternoon (you know, my habit of
two meals a day in winter, my dears),
those girls must have a taste. Don't
got, a chair I mustn't sit down."
She did, however, and smiled on
them, benevolently, while pretending
not to see just how acceptable wa3 her
neighborly offering.
" Such a day, to be sure ! It's
mercy my good spirits don't depend on
the weather. How did you get home
from the mill, Nettie, child?"
"Oh, I'm used to all sorts of
days, you know, Miss Mellavine,
That 5 o clock whistle naunts me in
my dreams, but I hope for something
bettor seme day. (I believe that is the
current phrase these days.) Aud what
have you floue to pas9 away the time ?"
" Oh, odd and ends, my dear odd-
and ends. A little mending and my
housework a letter" to my sister Oe
linda's son, because it's his birthday,
off among strangers, dear boy and a
bit of flannel sewing for one of poor
Bridget Maloney's ragged littlo tribe.
I'm so glad you like the things. Some
folks ain't any hand fo' boiled dinners
but I must say I like them. You get
get so much in a small compass. You
may cut me off two yards of that twelve
cent ruching, Flo, my dear. Now I
really must go, (Never mind about the
bowl this time.) Caleb Stone is very
sick again taken worse suddenly, they
Bay and Mirandy wants me to come
over to-night. He's dreadful fidgetty,
and wants to see me about something
particular, she says. Mirondy's no hand
to do for sick folks, you know, though
she's not to blame, never having been
brought to it " and the Bhort auburn
curls, slightly silvered, on each side of
the round smiling face nodded good
will and good night as she disappeared
in the cavernous depths of the rubber
cloak and stepped out into the rain.
Caleb Stone very sick! If he should
die we may have to hurry up the pay
ments to the lawyers or eomobody,"
said Flo, rather apprehensively, getting
her dish-pan ready.
" I shan't worry over that," answered
Nettie, blithely, as she tied on a large
apron preparatory to dish wiping. She
had recovered her elasticity since the
advent of the parsnips, etc
" If there's an out-and-out angel on
the face of this selfish earth it's Miss
Mellavine. What a difference a good
meal makes in one s moral barometer
I was cross before supper, Flo dear,"
said she, penitently giving her sister a
quick littlo dab of a kiss on the left
ear. " if any one has a right to be
cross it s you, snut up nere au aay
with no exercise except to do errands
in the evenings when I'm at home to
... . i ii
tend the store. You re twice as good
and patient as your unsanctifled siBter
Nettie.
Enoueh of Miss Mellavine's benefac
tion remained to give a flavor to the
breakfast, and Nettie went to her work
with a licht heart in the dark of the
wintry morning. Her duty in the fao
tory was packing and labeling stock
ines. About the middle of the after
noon her quick eve detected something
wronir in a pile of stoefcings that had
just been brought to her for boxing.
"How's this, Richard?" said she, to
the messenger, "there must be a mis
take. Mr. Barker has given you the
wrong kind. These stockings are part
ootton and my labels say superfine all
wool."'
The bov gave a knowing wink, "I
guess it's all right. Barker knowed
what he was about. Mum's tho word,
Miss Nettie, if you and I want to keep
our places.
With sparkling eyes and scarlet
cheeks Nettie carried the bor of stock
ings into an inner room where sat Mr.
Barker, the overseer of her department,
heavy, flabby man, wnn pale ejes
pale hair and a hanging under lip, and
with him one or two clerks.
"These are not the right stockings
for mv labels, Mr. Barker, 'lhey are
half cotton."
Mr. Barker fumbled the Btockmgs
with his thick fingers, looked at the
labels and then at her with a beery
smile.
"My dear young lady, you surprise
me. Tne 6tocEings are au rigni. jloui
legitimate business is simply to put on
the labels wnicn we provide."
Higher mounted the color in Nettie s
cheeks. Her voice trembled, but her
courasro did not falter.
" Then I must decline to do it, Mr,
Barker."
"Ho. ho, indeed! Baid the beery
Barker, with sudden energy. "Here,
Simpson," to one of the dapper clerks
iust passing through the room, "Be
kind enougn to step to Mr. Wiggins-
desk and ask him to settle aooounts
with this ex-ceedingly conscientious
young woman, and provide her with a
ticket of leave," and Barker turned
abruptly on his heel.
Nettie s nerve and indignation carried
her through the next few moments, and
soon she had olosed the factory-door
behind her.
"I know I've done right, and I shall
find something to do. I hope Flo
won't be very much overcome I"
Her sister looked up surprised at her
early return. On hearing the story she
gave a half-hysterical laugh.
"You match my exp3rience, Nettie.
That 'drummer' for the Worcester firm
v,.t here. Do you notice anything
sti-ance?
Nnettie looked aroud the room, and
beheld show-case and rope-lines nearly
emptied.
"We hadn't the money ready, you
know." said her sister, "bo the goods
had to go. He was 'vewy sahwy,'
disaeweeable dewty, and all that sort
of thing of couree. Such 'genteel kid
gloves he wore, and such a 'genteel
case he brought to pack the things in !
I sat in stony silence, working away,
and never lifted a finger to help. Mean
of me, wasn't it ?"
Nettie slowly sank into the little
rocker and stared helplessly.
" Now," said Flo, proceeding briskly
with her brushes, " the question is what
to do next. I shall get two quarts of
New Orleans molasses, and start a candy
trade to-morrow."
"I suppose I might take a flat basket
and peddle the sticks, after you make
them," said Nettie, half bitterly, "I
might strike a gold mine, in the shape
of a rich old lady or gentleman who is
fond of taffy and would like to adopt a
likely bairn about my age."
" I hope va won't be tempted to eat
too much of it ourselves, said the
provident Flo.
" Where's tne tin paiir said iNeitie,
jumping up with alacrity, "Oh, here it
is. I'll go to LicKerman'8 xor tne mo-
asses right o ' . You will need every
spare minute for your brushes now
till you teach me how to make them
too. After all, I don't see why it won't
be just as respectable to sell candy as
anything else, if we deal in pure goods
and give honest measure, I'm sure au
thors sell their books, and artists their
paintings. It's only a question of de-
8e." ...
"And even monarens . and great
statesmen receive compensation,
laughed Flo.
The molasses was soon bubbling mer-
ily in the porcelain-lined kettle, and
until the time of constant stirring
should arrive. Nettie Bat down by her
sister to take a lesson m brush-making,
We can take a few dollars of your
pay, JNettie, ana lay in a smaii biock oi
candy to-morrow, ine school emidren
will soon find it out. I can take some
comfort in having you at home, for a
time, at least. Why can't we indulge
in a good supper to-night, as long
vou have vour pay? I'm getting reck-
lesc. Let's have oysters."
"Agreed I" said Nettie, delighted to
see Flo so ready ( for once) for a com'
parative luxury, " 'Scrimp-ation has
its limits!"
"Oh, oh!" cried her sister, in mock
horror. ' 'Labors of Max Miller! How
can you, Nettie? There! The candy
nearly boiled over! Run and stir
quick!"
( In the midst of stirring ana lun en
ter Miss Mellavine in a sta e of un
wonted excitement.)
Such a surprise, my dears l What
do vou think? But, first of all, I sup
rose vou've heard that Caleb Stone is
dead."
She dropped into tho nearest chair
and fanned herself with her brown
check apron, though it was wintry
March outside.
" Why, no !" exclaimed the girls in a
breath, while Nettie field ner spoon
suspended, in midair, with ropes of taffy
gracefully pendulous therefrom.
"I must begin at the very begin
ning," said Miss Mellavine, or l snail
be sure to forget something i ought to
remember. (He died at 4 o'clock this
morning, but Mirandy couldn't bear to
have a mess of half-strange women
around, Bhe said, so Bhe begged me to
stay on though I'm free to confess 1
ached to como and tell you as quick as
I deoently could.) I can't get over the
turn it gave me. To think that all this
time (but I shall be sure to let it out
before I get around to it, after all, if
I'm not careful.) When I went up last
night he was asleep and Mirandy 'vas
sitting by the fire and the littlo fellow
had gonelo bed. ' I'm so glad you've
come, Mellavine, says she, 'for Caleb is
that set on seeing you that I was afraid
he might try to dress himself to go to
your house if you didn't come. He's
been out of hid head, more or less, all
day, but the doctor gave him another
small dose of morphine and he's rest
ing easier now. She hadn't more than
got the words out of her mouth when
he turned his head on the pillow and
opened his eyes.
"Is that vou. Menavme r
" 'Yes. sir.' said I, going up to the
bed.
Mirandy,' says ho you go out and
sit by the kitchen nre till l want you
aerain' and to humor him she went.
Just as quick as she shut the door he
. . , a i x 3 A -
clutcned me oy me arm ana poinieu w
a heavy black box that stood on tne
bureau.
" 'There I There it is I' says he. 'It's
clutching at my throat now, as if it had
fingers Take it away I Takw it away !'
he almost shrieked.
"'Yes, yes, presently,' said I, to pacify
him.
" 'Why don't you take it? The key
hancs around my neck. Here, unlock
the box. and take away the the pack
aire. It's clutching me, I tell you ! I e
a nick ! Be quick !'
"I did just as he told me (you've got
to be with a ravin' man, you know), not
expecting to find anything important.
I unlocked the box, and the first thing
I see oh, I prottv near let it out that
time, but vou've guessed it, like as not
I declare, I don't know when I shall get
over tho turn it gave me I
(Flo and Nettie exchanged quick,
startled looks, and drew nearer to Miss
Mellavine, whilo the molasses bubbled
unheeded in the porcelain kettle.)
" Tell them,' he Bays, that I've not
had an hour s peace since I locked it
in there. Their father's sudden death
put it in my head the temptation came
like" a whirlwind then oh, the misery!
You know the rest. Afterward I could
not confess. They are good girls good
girls. John Randall's daughters could
not be anything else. Tell them to
keep it all all. It is doubly theirs, I
have so wronged them! I do not want
them to pay another dollar on the old
aocount. It is the only reparation I can
make. Beg them to keep my secret. I
don't deserve that they should have
mercy on my good name but, oh! for
Mirandy's sake and little Joe's beg
them to keep it! They are good girls.
Now call my wife, he says, and drops
his head back on the pillow without
another word. There, I've tried to tell
it. word for word, just as it happened
and, you de ar things, nobody could be
trladder to put it into your own hands
than mv very own self but that miser
able man's looks and motions will haunt
me to my dying day, I verily believe."
She dir6W from the boscm of her cal
ico dress a packet which she phced in
Nettie's hands. The lost moneyl as
the reader has doubtless guessed,
"From Loren Sackett, of Anh field, to
Caleb Stone, 81,800 payment fcr hvo
stock. Sent by kindness of John Ran
dall." For two years hidden tn Caleb Ktoi.u s
strong box, while two heroic girls,
turned out of their homestead to satisfy
his guilty greed, were working then
young lives out to make good its as
sumed lossl
Flo and Nettie wept silently at th
side of their good friend. Mingled
with the inexpressible relief at their
good fortune, were pity (such as few in
like case would have been able to feel)
for the wretched, guilty man who had
so used them and sorrow for his inno
cent wife aad child, that this gain must
come from their grief and lossl Aht
John Randall's daughters were indeed
good girls I
"After all," Baid Flo, finally, jump
ing up and running to the stove, "I
don't believe it's good economy to let
the candy burn 1'
They kept the dead "xlan's secret
faithfully, compassionately. They
made the remaining payments to the
heirs as if nothing had occurred, then
went to Boston, Nettie to take a thor
ough course in elocution, and Flo as an
art student. They were not wanting
numerous Paul Prys of both genders
who " couldn't for tho life of them see
where John Randall's girls got money
to fool away on such doings ! To such
Miss Mellavine discreetly replied that,
as far as she could say, it was a present
from a very kind friend named " Ues
tiny!"
A Savage Still.
There is a capital story in Frater'a
Maaazine illustrative of the almost
irresistible tendency of the civilized
eavage to revert to the customs of his
ancestors. The Basuto chief Rantzani,
a nephew of Mosheth, had been con
verted to civilization, 'education,
breeches, coats and collars. He was a
professed Christian, and dressed as
Kaffir or London dandy accustomed to
good society might be expected to dress
This had been. his mode of life for
years. But one day an event haii
pened. He was discoursing fluently
and eloquently to a meeting on the
importance and happiness of peace, and
of a regular life of labor, and of school
and church attendance. He was
fashionably dressed ; and as he spoke
his paper collar irritated his neck, lie
tried to put it right, but the buttonhole
broke. Then suddenly the long re
pressed savage broke forth. Tearing
off tho collar, he changed altogether
the current of his 6peech. "I am tired
of this imposture. A something arises
within me ; it springs upon me now
it tells me I am talking nonsense,
Away with this spurious civilization 1"
lie tore oil coat, vest, and breeches
until he stood forth the totally nn
adorned savage. Then he set fire to
the school in which he had been lectur
mg, and departed: and has since
lived his old life. If Rantzani's collar
had been but a little stronger, he
might at this moment be a model of
civilized respectability. Christian at
Wor
Kot to be Fooled by Cow Blackbirds.
Mr. D. C. Beard, writing in the Sci
eninc American, says that our summer
vellow birds, though confiding little
creatures, are not readily duped or im
posed upon by the cow blackbird
which deposits eggs indiscriminately
among tho nests of smaller birds, so
that its young are hatched and reared
without any care from its real parents,
The instinct of the yellow birds is suffi
ciently near reason for them to detect
the difference between their own Lttle
fragile, prettily-marked, greenish-col
ored eggs and the great dark-colored
ones the vagabond cow blackbird has sur
reptitiously smuggled into the coy nest.
The domestic little couple cling to the
spot selected for their house, and will
not leave it, neither will they hatch the
obnoxious eggs which they are appar
ently unable to throw out, but the diln
culty is soon surmounted, and so are
the gratuitous eggs, for the indefatiga
ble workers proceed at once to cover
up the cow blackbird's eggs, construct
ing a new nest on top of the old one,
building a second story, as it were, to
their dwelling.
A Hermit's Hoard.
A hermit named H. T. Hayden died
recently in the vicinity of Mount Car-
mel, Mo., at the age of sixty-iour years.
After his death three neighbors were
appointed to examine his cabin. They
found hidden in a corner of the old
house 8300 in good notes, and in five old
pocketbooks hidden in separate places
was broaght to light 83G2, 8132, 8101,
890 and 875. In various other places
was discovered 8J0 in silver and $0 in
gold coin, 814 in old fractional cur
rency in 5, 10, 25 and 50-oent pieces,
85.75 in Mexican coin of ancient date,
85 in different kinds of foreign coins,
83.30 in nickels, 85 in mutilated 81
notes, 83 in St. Louis treasury war
rants, 11 half-cents in copper coin is
sued in 1842 by the Half-penny bank
of Montreal, besides a Dig roil o: uon
federate money. Hayden was a bache
lor, and his relatives, who are unknown,
can now lay claim to his treasure.
The Bald Man's Warning.
" If ever I marry I shan't seek for
mind; mind'B too cold. I'll choose an
emotional woman."
" Don't do it,-' eagerly exclaimed nis
bald-headed friend. "Don't do it, 1
implore you. My wife's an emotional
woman." Brooklyn hUiglc.
Trained nurses readily get from 815
I to 820 in Now York.
Set Free.
Entering by chance an upper unused room,
That looked npoo a noiny city streot,
Er light could prnptrat it dusty gloom,
I hear a sound of ioned wingt that beat
And fluttered wildly on the window pan ;
Then paused worn out, then beat and strora
again.
Pi'arrhing, I fonnd a rogal butterfly,
AU goldi-n-nmoft, barred wish yvUai black,
I'riwined in light of freedom, tree and sky.
It hrniM-d ing now wide spread uow folded
hack,
Caught 'twlxt an cuter and an Inner frame,
It roe and fU and flick red like a flame.
With careful hast I drew the window down
Tlie half-lx-wilderdcaptiT faltered f.-'e.
IToTcred a moment o'er the sordid town.
Then circled sunward till I could not see.
Oh, Death, thus wilt thou lift F.arth prison
bar
And free our soul for flight beyond th
star I
Laura D. AViOia, in Our Continent.
HUMOR OK THE D1Y.
The best time to pass mutilated silver
coin is to pass it when it is offered to
you.
A fowl in the hencoop is worth two
in the baseball field. Boston Tran-
tcripl.
It is hard to catch a man's meaning
when he carries on ft running conversa
tion Picayune.
Tho'porters who handle kegs of ail
ver in the treasury department are
rolling in wealth.
Write plainly on all postal cardt
The time of a postmistress i? valuable.
Louisville Courier-Journal.
Victor Hugo wrote: " I could live
forever on the invisible." Then he
went over and ordered a dozen raw
oysters and a whole mince pie Dttrmt
Free Press.
There is an article going the rounds
headed, "Who Kissed Away That Tear?"
Well, we suppose it is as well to own
up to it first as last It is a mighty
mean man that won't kiss away a tear.
Peck's Sun.
JFJA: How do you like my brido ? Do
you approve of my choice?" B: "Well,
I must confess that in one pcint at
least she is far ahead of you." A: "What
point do you mean ?" B: " Good taste."
Flirgendc Blatter.
The Farmer's Review, an excellent ag
ricultural journal published at Chicago,
has an editorial headed, " Why does
Timothy run out ?" We shall require
considerable information about Tim
othy's personal habits, before we can
risk answering that question. Sifting.
The stage of a Western theater took
fire the other evening, but a panio and
a rush for the door was averted by the
manager, who, with great presence of
mind, slipped to the front and said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have pre
pared a little surprise for you. Au im
mense kettle of whisky punch is now
being heated, and in a few minutes
waiters will pass through the audience
and distribute it." After that the au
dience had to be pulled out, one by
one. Philadelphia News.
An Otahelten Dancp.
A sojourner in Tahiti relates his ex
periences in - a letter to the Detroi
F ee Prest, as follows : Monday migh
be called Gunpowder day, is the can
non were firing salutes all day long
The present fleet of vessels in the liar-,
bor is an exceptionally large one, the
French rear admiral having some eight
or nine vessels, three of them iron
clads, and the Russian admiral in these
waters having two vessels with him.
There was also an English vessel in the
harbor when we arrived, but she tailed
away directly. On Monday night the
natives gave a grand dance in honor cf
the two admirals. The scene was wild
and weird. All the foreigners were
arranged in a circle, and in the middle
sat a crowd of native girls. The French
band struck up, atd the girls,
rising with a wreath of flowers in each
hand, advanced toward the strangers,
singing in their native language After
crowning each of us they joined hands
and circled around, then breaking,
crowned each stranger again, and im
mediately commenced the savage whola
whola dance. After dancing till they
were tired they passed green cocoauutu
around among the vibitors. After a
verv short interval the nativo men
Btepped in the jjjftA& and danced the
Kanaka war dance. The wild coror
tio&s and movements of the nativo., the
dim light from the candles, the gay col
ored dresses and the strap&o fruits and
flowers scattered around made up a
very picturesque scene. The dance
took place about two mil s out of
town, and lasted until 1 o'clock
in the morning. All the next
day was spent in seeing the
town. Far removed as Tahiti is from
the stir snd bustle of the world, it yet
shows signs of its close conneotion
with the outer world. One of these
signs struck us in rather a riJiculous
light as we were passing a yard com
pletely covered with shrubs and guava
bushes, in the shape of a are-legged
Kanka boy riding an American bicycle.
Horses aud buggies are to be had any
where, though at a pretty fair price.
Cafes are numerous.and in every one bil
liard or bagatelle tables cau he found.
For tho benefit of the aristocracy there
are the three clubs, the Citizens, the
Army, and the Navy. Taken all in all
one can enjoy lifo in town very nicely,
but the leul beauties of th i-Juiid uro
only to be seen inland.