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Early Autumn.
Of scnsons this Hie perfect type
The mrth, the tccmiriK enrth in ripe !
From rcjfnl heights of mountain glade
To inmost depth fiiuiy shade,
The pullulating echoes fiy
Willi rnpl reHn1iii(ria qf this cry,
Yes, ripe, in full fniition, stnnd
The numerous pining, the meadow land j
Tin's, yellow with it lnttor tfrnin ;
Thnt, slmdowed by the russet train
t)f fair Poinnnn'B frarnnt robe,
Whose rustling stops full harvests bodo.
Outlined in blue and palest gold,
The distant lijlls soft mists unfold ;
A jreutle wind just brenks the grass,
To let its 'whispers renc.li n mass
Of aureons and purple bloom
Tropendent o'er a lowly iornb. .
Homo few ciendee try to sing
Their summer notes ; the crickets ring
Their tiny rj tubals fur mid vide )
While candy moth-flies flaunt in pride,
Where lK.mely spiders weaving fc'lide,
And field mice covertly abide.
The river flows with broader swirls ;
A brooklet glints and blithely purla
Amidst its dikes of stones and moss ;
And, here nnd there, leaves crinkled toss
Forerunners of the latter fall
W'bich must proceed fray winter's pall.
Yet still the dreary senson far
In future lies, nnd cannot mar
The peaceful scene of hearty lifo.
Whereof all nature seems so rifo.
It leaps, this life, on maiden cheeks,
(Which deeper.bluph) and its course lonpn
. Through every muscle of the youth,
Whope. ready hand strips from their booth
Tho Juicy clusters of the grape. ,
Which coiling tendrils closely drape.
It bents, it throbs, ah yes, is told,
In joyous flow, to Btnid and old,
It) measures full, yes, bounteously,
In f.'6'oth it et i meih rood to be 1
If but to feel the wholesome flood
Of quickened thought and freshened blood
'Yhicli ixsnes from the brain and heart,
And to each wish would est impart,
Yielding the soul a cheering faith
That love and joy are not a wraith?
William Struthers.
Sirs. Whitaker's Eeaf Ear.
Mrs. AVhitaker was deaf in ne t ar.
It was her right ear.iand it was stone
deaf.
Mrs. AVhitaker hnd acquired a habit
of keeping upon her left side, with her
deaf ear up, and this had often been a
source of annoyance to her husband,
who was nervous and irritable, while
she was a woman whose calmness and
serenity of disposition were remark
able. .
Sleeping with her deaf ear up Mrs.
"Whitaker at night was rarely disturbed
by noises which ro'ibed her husband of
his rest. Tho hum of tho mosquitos
which maddened him was not heard by
her. A passing thunder-storm which
roused him in a summer night and sent
him flying about to close the windows
would leave her in perfect unconscious
ness of its existence. The noises in
the streets and the rattling of the
window-sashes upon windy nights fre
quently filled Mr. AVhitaker with vex
ation as they deprived him of sleep ;
but his wife slumbered sweetly on and
heard them not. Indeed, it rarely hap
pened that she heard the crying of the
bady until Mr. AVhitaker, indignant at
its refusal to go to sleep, would rouse
her by shaking her, and would ask her
to try to soothe the little one.
Mr. Whitaker had often remon
strated with his wife about this habit
of sleeping with her deaf ear up, and
she had often replied good-humoredly
with a promise to try to remember to
break herself of it, but somehow or
other it continued to cling to her.
One night in winter time Mr. Whit
aker sat up in his library till alatehour
reading a book in which he "was very
much interested. His wife retired
early. Mr. Whitaker finally closed his
book, and after locking the front door
went down in the cellar, in accord
ance with his custom, to see if the fur
nace fire had been fixed properly for
the night. While he was poking it a
gust of wind came through the screen
upon one of the cellar windows and
slammed the door leading into the back
hallway above, through which he had
come. For a moment Mr. AVhitaker
did not think of the matter particu
larly, but suddenly he remembered that
he had put a spring lock on the other
side of that door, ami the thought
struck him that the catch might pos
sibly be down, lie ascended the stairs
and tried the door. The catch was
down; and he had no Key. lie was
locked in the cellar, for the key of the
out-cellar door he knew was in the
kitchen.
He could hardly think what he had
better do about the matter, but finally
he concluded to try to make his wife
hear him and come to his rescue. He
seized the long and heavy furnace
poker, and inserting the crook of it
above the bell-wire that ran along the
joist of the cellar ceiling ho pulled.
Tho bell jangled loudly, but it was in
the kitchen, and Mrs. Whitaker was in
the front room in the second story.
Would she hear it? He pulled the
wire again, twice, then ho sat down on
the steps and waited. There was no re
sponse. It then flashed upon the mind
of the imprisoned man that Mrs. Whit
aker was probably sleeping with the
deaf ear up.
i This increased his growing irritation,
and he pulled the bell-wire with the
poker fifteen or twenty times.
"I could hear that a mile from here
if I were deaf as a post 1" he exclaimed
as he threw the poker on the floor and
took Ids seat again, with the bell still
vibrating.
lint Mrs. Whitaker did not hear tho
noise, for no sound o her coming
reached the ears of her impatient and
indignant husband.
lie grew angrier every moment. He
felt a sense of injustice. It seemed un
kind, inhuman for his wife to be sleep
ing away calmly upstairs, while he was
locked up in the dismal recesses of the
cellar.
"I'll make her hear me or I'll break
something," he exclaimed, seizing the
poker and hooking it upon the bell
wire. Then he pulled the wire with
such furious energy that he broke it,
and the jangling of the bell died away
into silence.
" It is little short of scandalous,"
said Mr. Whitaker, in a rage. " I
have spoken so often to Ellen about
sleeping with her deaf ear up that it
looks like malice deliberate, fiendish
malice when she persists in doing it."
What should he do next ? He could
not stay in the cellar all night and he
did not like to batter down the door
with tho poker. A happy thought!
He w ent to the furnace, ami, with the
help of the hatchet from the kindling
wood pile, he cut the tin Hue which
conveyed the heat up to Mrs. AVhit
aker's room. Certainly he could com
pel her to hear him now. He put his
mouth to the broken lino and called,
"El-lcn, El-lcn!" Then he stopped
and listened. He thought he could
hear Ellen breathing softly in her
sleep, but he was not certain. He
called again and more loudly, and then
put his lingers in his mouth and
whistled. "Probably I can wake the
baby anyhow, and the baby will wake
!ier," he said. Hut no response came
own the flue. The baby seemed to be
sleeping with almost supernatural
soundness, and, manifestly, Mrs. Whit
aker had her deaf ear up.
Mr. Whitaker was almost beside
himself with rage. "A woman," he
said, "who would treat her husband in
such a manner as this is capable of
inything. Either Ellen will stop sleep
ing with her deaf ear up or we will
separate." A third time he applied his
lips to the tin pipe and bawled into it
until he was hoarse. . He thought he
heard his spouse walking across the
tloor, but when he called again there
was no response, and he knew that he
was mistaken.
The soul of Mr. Whitaker was filled
with gloom. In his anger he indulged
in sardonic humor. "I suppose she
rather relishes having me down in the
cellar here all night ; it is a good joke!
Hut let her take care! She may laugh
upon the other side of her mouth be
fore we are done with this business !"
And he laughed a wild and bitter
laugh.
Poor Mrs. Whitaker, sleeping sweet
ly upstairs in perfect unconsciousness,
would have been deeply pained to learn
how gravely her husband wronged her.
" I must get out of here somehow or
other," said Mr. Whitaker. "The win
dow is small, but I can crawl through
it I reckon, if I try."
He unhooked tho frame containing
tho wire screen which protected the
window and pushed it outward. Then
procuring a wash-tub and climbing
from it to the window-sill he thrust his
head out and dragged his body through.
When he reached the front pavement
his face was covered with cobwebs
and his clothes with coal dust; but he
exulted in the thought that ho was a
free man.
He took his dead-latch key from his
pocket and was about to try to open
the front door when ho remembered
that he had locked the door and put up
the chain bolt. 3'here was no use
trying to ring tho bell. The wire
was broken, and Mrs. AVhitaker
wouldn't hear tho bell if the wire
hadn't been broken. There was but
one last hope of making her hear, and
that was by throwing gravel stones
against the window. Mr. Whitaker
tried tho experiment. Tho first hand
ful produced no effect. The sleeper did
not hear i. Neither did she hear the
second handful, nor the third, nor the
tenth, which was dashed against the
glass with such violence that Mr.
AVhitaker expected to see it shivered to
fragments.
Mr. Whitaker was at his wit's end.
There was a faint light burning in the
room, and as he looked up at it and
thought of his wife slumbering quietly
on while he was in such great trouble,
his wrath grew so fierce that ho felt
capable of doing something really ter
rible. Hut what should he do? The
poor lady was as niuch beyond his
reach, for the time, as if she had been
in China. He thought for a moment
of trying to borrow a ladder; but
where could he get a ladder in the
middle of the night? No; as his sense
of personal injury deepened he more
and more firmly resolved that he would
punish Ellen somehow or other for her
indifference. As he could not obtain
admission to his own house, why should
he not fly? AVhy should he not go off
somewhere and give his wife some
thing to worry over in repayment for
all Um wrong she had indicted upon
him by persisting, against his earnest
and repeated remonstrance, in sleeping
with her deaf tar up.
Mr. Whitaker turned passionately
away from tho house and walked
rapidly down the street. He had no
particular destination In his mind, but
lie hurried along with a vague notion
that he might perhaps go to a hotel
when he felt calmer. In a 'few mo
ments he came to the railroad depot,
not far from his dwelling. It was
brilliantly lighted, and, as he looked at
it, he remembered that a train started
for New York at midnight. He
walked into the waiting-room. Tho
minute hand on the huge marble clock
indicated three or four minutes of
twelve. M Whitaker rushed up to
the ticket office nnd bought a ticket
for New York. Then he hurried into
the car and took a seat. He had upon
his head his velvet smoking-cap, so
that his appearance did not excite re
mark. Presently the train started,
and Mr. .AVhitaker actually felt a kind
of malicious joy as he thought he
would soon bo far away from his
wife.
It was a slow ' train, and ho had
plenty of time to think, and as he
thought his passion began to cool, and
the conviction began to press in upon
him that he had been behaving very
foolishly. How absurd it was to blame
poor Ellen because he had locked him
self in the cellar! He pictured her
lying by the side of the baby, calm in
the belief that he was still sitting in
the library. This recalled to his mind
her deaf ear and her fondness for sleep
ing with it up. Then he had a revul
sion of feeling nnd he began to grow
angry again. Hut this was a mere
flash. Steadily he advanced toward a
more reasonable view of the situation,
and-as he did so lie concluded that it
would be a great act of folly to go all
the way to New York. He asked the
conductor the name of the next sta
tion. It was Hristol. lie made up
his mind to get out there and go home
early in the morning. He really felt
badly to think how much nlarmed and
distressed his wife would be when she
discovered his absence.
When ho stepped from the train at
Hristol rain was falling quite rapidly,
and one feeble light in front of tlie
station shone through the deep dark
ness. Mr. AVhitaker inquired of the
man upon the platform the way to a
hotel, and then he started to go to it.
In descending the wet and slippery
steps of the platform he lost his foot
ing and fell. He was very much hurt
ami found that he could not rise. He
called for help, and when tho railroad
man the only man who was any
where about came to him, he discov
ered that further assistance would be
required1, for Mr. AVhitaker's leg was
broken.
The man soon brought three other
men, and placing the hurt man upon a
board they carried him to the hotel and
sent for a doctor.
If Mr. AVhitaker, sitting in tho car,
had thought himself a very foolish
man, what did Mr. AVhitaker, lying far
away from home in a wretched hotel,
with his leg broken, think of himself?
Mr. AVhitaker thought that if there
was a colossal idiot on this earth he
was that personage.
Early in the morning he sent a tele
gram to his wife, urging her to come
to him at once, and right speedily came
a reply from her, saying that she would
take the train which ordinarily reached
Hristol at 9 o'clock.
From the windows of his bedroom
in the hotel the invalid could see tho
station and the railroad, and as he
watched them, while he longed for the
train to come, ho tried to arrange in his
mind, for his wife, an explanation of
his conduct which would present it in
its best possible light.
Senseless anger is one of the things
that defies justification, and a man's
very sense that his wife's love makes
her capacity for forgiveness almost il
limitable, only tends to deepen his
shame when he is conscious of having
wronged her.
Mr. AVhitaker resolved, after think
ing the matter over, that the best thing
to do would be frankly to confess Ids
fault and to throw himself upon his
wife's mercy.
He heard the whistle which an
nounced the approach of the 9
o'clock train. Tho train came in view
and drew up to the. station. Mr. AVhit
aker looked eagerly at the persons who
got out of the cars, but Ellen was not
among them. She had not come. He
fell back again upon the bed with a
sigh and began again to grow angry
with her.
Hut the poor woman was on that
train. Alarmed by the discovery when
she rose in the morning that Mr.
AVhitaker was not in tho house, her
alarm was increased when she received
the telegram sent by him. AVhat
could be the explanation of the mys
tery of his disappearance? She was
so agitated that she could hardly pre
pare for the journey. Hut she reached
tho depot and got into the car and
began to move toward Hristol. Some
what weary from too great nervous ex
citement, she placed her muff against
the frame of the car window and
rested her head upon it, while her veil
covered her closed eyes. Unhappily
she had arranged herself with her deaf
ear up, and so she did not hear the
conductor when he shouted "Hristol!"
and she was so deeply absorbed in
thinking of Mr. AVhitaker that she
did not notice that tho train had
stopped.
AVhen he found that his wife had
not come Mr. AVhitaker made up his
mind to go home at all hazards. A
steamboat stopped at the wharf at
half-past 9 on its way bo the city; and
homo upon a litter ho had himself
carried on board. In an hour he was
at the city wharf, whence a wagon
carried him to his house. He was
shocked and disappointed to ascertain
from the servant that Mrs. AVhitaker
had gone to see him on the train in
which she said she would go. He could
not comprehend why she had missed
him, and all day long he lay in bed
worrying about her and wondering why
she did not come.
Mrs. AVhitaker got back to Hristol
about noon, and ascertained by inquiry
that her husband had returned, with a
broken leg, to the ciy. There was no
train that she could take until 4 o'clock,
and she spent the interval in inquiring
about the accident to Mr. AVhitaker and
trying vainly to ascertain the reason of
his extraordinary conduct.
About half-past 5 o'clock he heard
her voice in the lower entry. He lis
tened eagerly to her quick footsteps
upon the stpirs. Then she flung the
door open. Mrs. AVhitaker did not
speak as she entered the room. She
uttered a little cry, flew to the bed
side and put her arms about her hus
band's neck and kissed him.
Mr. AVhitaker felt that if he should
have exact justice dealt to him he
would be sent to the scaffold.
AVhen she had nearly smothered him
with kisses she sat down beside him,
and taking hold of his hand said:
"And now, dearest, tell me what
causes all this strange trouble?"
" AVhy, you know, Ellen," said Mr.
AVhitaker, "it was your deaf ear!"
" How do you mean?"
" You slept with it up."
And then Mr. AVhitaker related the
whole story, and as he did so his wife
began to cry.
" I am so sorry," she said. " I will
promise you never to sleep with my
deaf ear up again; never, never,
never!"
"Ellen," responded Mr. AVhitaker,
" you will do mo a favor if you will
always sleep with it up and stuff cot
ton in your other ear beside! I have
behaved like a wretch."
Then the doctor, who had been
vainly pulling at the broken bell-wire,
knocked upon the front door and came
in to examine Mr. AVhitaker's frac
tured leg. Our Continent.
Garibaldi's Character.
The battle of the Volturno, the
flight of the king and the siege of
Capua followed in rapid succession.
During the whole of that stirring time
I was at Naples. I saw the dictator
of the Two Sicilies at the summit of
his power and popularity, and I saw
how he used both. It was commonly
said that for a fortnight after he en
tered Naples no crimes were committed.
I stayed long enough to see the place
become a sink of iniquity once more.
After the battle of the Volturno there
was little to do except to get into mis
chief, and plenty of mischief there was
duels, assassinations, gambling and
worse. Hut what a spell seemed to fall
upon the city whenever Garibaldi w as
in it ! The nights were as a rule noisy
and uproarious. One night he sent
out word that he could not sleep, and
you might have heard a pin drop on
the pavement all through that night.
The women brought him their chil
dren to bless, he stroked their heads
he rebuked their superstition but he
could never say an unkind word to
them. His care for the wounded was
tinwearied. He went daily through
the military hospitals at Caserta.
The doctors said his visits did more
for the men than all the physic. They
declared his touch and very look were
full of healing; the dying heads were
lifted to see him pass, and wounded
men leaped from their couches to seize
his hand.
He was just the same on the battle
field he always went over it himself
to be sure that all the living had been
taken up and all the wounded cared
for. This is how he won the great and
simple love of his soldiers. His own
soul was great and simple.
1 remember his life at Naples the
talk of the town. He would live in no
palace lie would not even be called
your excellency, although supreme
ruler of both Sicilies. He was lodged
up in a little attic at the top of the
Toledo. He said he liked to be high
up to breathe the air.
At Palermo the costliest wines anil
viands were prepared for him he
lived on beans, potatoes and the com
mon wine of the country; he spent or.
an average eight francs a day, and
never had anything in his pocket; any
one who asked him for money got it.
He had a simple method. He borrowed
of whoever happened to be near him,
and gave it away. The people whom
he borrowed from generally got paid;
but he never spent anything upon, or
asked anything for, himself. One week
he was the irresponsible controller of
millions, and the next weeek hset sail
for Caprcra with half a sack of pota
toes Ids only wealth ! lien. I. 11
JIaweis, in Hood Words.
The first step toward making a man
of your son, is to train him to earn
what he spends; the next best step is
to teach him how to save his earnings.
The lieaiitifnl Ruins of Tanls.
M. Edourd Naville hits lately re
turned from a short tour of explora
tion in the Eastern Delta, where he
visited the ruins of Tanis.
The ruins lie high above the marshy
plain, upon a kind of plateau sur
rounded by an amphitheatre of low
hills. These hills are the rubbish
mounds of the old crude brick city,
surrounding the great wall within
which lay the temples and palaces of
Tanis. M. Favillo found himself stand
ing in the midst of a vast waste strewn
and piled with columns, architraves,
obelisks, statues and enormous blocks
of hewn stone, all shattered, over
turned, and showing marks of willful
destruction. Traces of the tools with
which the ruin was done are
visible on almost every stone.
In one superb colossus, which
has resisted the hand of
the destroyer, M. Naviile found wedged
holes into which wood blocks had been
inserted for the purpose of splitting
the granite. He inclines to think that
this was the result of war and not of
iconoclasm. The temple was probably
occupied as a fortress in Roman times
or during the middle ages, and both
besieged and besiegers may have used
its materials for offensive and defen
sive purposes.
The principal temple was built en
tirely of red granite brought from the
quarries of Assouan, on the Nubian
frontier. The difficulty of transport
ing these enormous blocks is quite in
calculable. Fourteen obelisks, described
by M. Naville as the largest in Egypt,
strew the mounds with their gigantic
fragments. All these and nearly all
the statues and sphynxes, which ap
pear to have lined tho avenues
to the principal temple, were erected
by Itameses II. Not only do their in
scriptions celebrate the glory of this
great Pharaoh, but even the bases of
these overturned monuments which
rested on the ground, and were intend
ed never to be seen by human eyes,
were engraved with his well-known
cartouches. Many of the colossi still
retain their traces of color.
M. Naville is of opinion that there
is a great work to be done at Tanis in
the way of excavation. The little,
comparatively speaking, which has yet
been accomplished there Was by Ma
riette Pasha; but his discoveries were
limited by want of time, health and
funds, and much that he uncovered is
again buried.
" In severe grandeur and solemnity
these ruins," says M. Naville, "sur
pass even those of Karnak. Herodo
tus, who had never . seen Tanis, ex
patiated at much length on the beauty
of Hubastis. To judge by what is left
of the one end of the other, Tanis
must have- greatly surprised its rival.
Supposing that some part at least was
left standing that all was not, as it
now is, overthrown and shattered I
have no hesitation in saying that Tanis
would have been the most beautiful
ruin in Egypt."
Though exempt, by reason of its in
accessibility, from the depredations of
tourists, Tanis is suffering from the
fatal effects of an atmosphere laden
with saline exberations. M. Naville
reports that the surface of these
granite monnments are rapidly decay
ing. London nAtheeutn.
The Kisiiiff'of the Nile.
Measuring from the cataracts of
Sayene, where the Nile enters Upper
Egypt from Nubia, to the most north
erly points of the Delta, or Lower
Egypt, there are about six hundred
miles of country, the settled popula
tion of which is peculiarly dependent
upon the great river for very exist
ence, and every year swayed by hopes
or fears as the waters of the stream are
sufficient or scarce or too abundant.
The welfare of the Egyptians is, in
truth, intimately bound up with the
annual recurrence of a natural phe
nomenon known as the " Kising of the
Nile." The river, issuing from a val
ley a few miles north of Cairo, enters
the low, wide plain, which, from its
resemblance to the fourth letter of the
Greek alphabet, received from that
people the name of the Delta. The
stream divides itself into two branches,
that of Itosetta, or old Canopie, and that
of Damiat, or Phatnitic. The river at
itosetta is about 1,800 feet wide, and at
Damiat nearly 800 feet. Tho rise of
the Nile, occasioned by the periodical
rains of Central Africa, begins in June,
about the summer solstice, and con
tinues to increase until September,
overflowing the lowlands along its
course. The Delta theu looks like an
immense marsh, interspersed with nu
merous islands, with villages, towns
and trees just above the water. Should
the Nile rise a few feet above its cus
tomary elevation, the inundation
sweeps away the mud-built cottages of
the fellaheen, drowns the cattle, and
involves the whole population in ruin.
Again, should it fall short of the or
dinary height, bad crops and dearth
are the consequences. Tho inunda
tions having remained stationary for
a few days, begin to subsidefand about
the end of November most of the. fields
are left dry and covered with a fresh
layer of rich brown slime; this is the
time that the lands are put under cul
tivation. During the winter in Eng
land, which is the spring in Egypt, the
Delta, as well as tho valley of the
Nile, looks like a delightful garden
smiling with verdure ami blossom.
HUMOIl OF THE DAT.
The original land league Three
miles.
Does the night mail go by the bed
post?
Song of the tramp Gobble, gobble,
gobble!
A piece of steel is a good deal like a
man; when you get it red-hot it loses
its temper.
If it wasn't for the belles a good
many people would miss being church
members.
." Life is a riddle," says a AA'estern
exchange. Yes; lots of people give it
up every day.
" Misery may like company," says a
colored philosopher; "but I'd rader
hab de rhumatiz in one leg den terhab
it in bofe."
It is curious that the pig must be
killed before he can be cured. A yacht
can stand on a tack without saying,
naughty words.
" Don't put in no muskeeter nettin'
for me," said Aunt Hannah. " I don't
want to breathe no strained air."
Boston Transcript.
" Amateur Gardener" wants to know
the easiest way to make a hothouse.
Leave a box of parlor matches where
the baby can play with them.
Bashful lovers must have a streak of
spiritualism in their composition, as
they always turn down the light when
there are to be any manifestations.
The sting of a bee is only one-thirty-second
of an inch long,. It is your
imagination that makes it seem as
long as a hoe handle. Free Press.
" Don't you think it is about time
that I exhibited something ?" asked an
ambitious artist of a critic. " Yes; a
little talent, for instance," was tho
ready retort.
A Philadelphia mule has killed a
mad dog, but it is still a matter of
doubt whether a mule ( a mad dog is
the safest thing to have around.--Lowell
Citizen.
You can buy a real Mexican manila
hammock for $1.75. And then you
can fall out of it and drive your back
bone up clear through your chin for
nothing. New Haven Jiegister.
" Does your wife take much ex
ercise?" asked Fenderson of Fogg,
whose family is at the seaside. " Ex
ercise !" exclaimed Fogg ; " I should
say so. She changes her dress six
times every day." Boston TramcHt.
Yes, I went to clrarch one day "
With some money by the way,
I'd been saving from my pny
For some socks;
But she snt across the aisle,
And she sunned me with a smile!
So I placed my little pile
In tho box.
Hatvkeye.
Governor Tabor and the Parrot.
M. H. Curtis and his wife have a
pet parrot which is their constant
traveling companion, and which speaks
the king's English with amazing
fluency. The loquacious bird caused
quite a panic at the AVindsor hotel last
night. The Curtis family occupy
rooms directly adjoining Governor Ta
bor's apartments at the hotel, and last
evening, as the governor was entering
his apartments, he heard what he
thought was a female voice, saying,
" Hello, baby." The governor was a
trifle startled. He is a very gallant
man, but he could not for the life of
him imagine what he had ever done to
warrant any female in addressing him
so familiarly. The salutation ap
peared to be intended for him, and
came from the transom over the
door of the room directly across
the hall. The governor was non
plussed. "Hello! baby, pretty baby,"
said the voice again, and the gov
ernor blushed as he stroked his fierce
moustache, and tried to brace up and
look dignified. " AVon't you come and
kiss your baby?" called the voice
again, in a deliciously seductive sort of
a way. Now, the governor seldom
takes a dare of any kind. To do him
justice, ho is ;j brave man, and at this
particular moment he felt big enough
o tackle an army. He crept softly
over to the door and asked: "Are you
talking to me?" "Nice baby," said
the voice; but no sooner had the voice
spoken than another voice from inside,
the room a big, burly man's voice
called out: "Go away from that door
and let the parrot go to sleep!" It
was Mr. Curtis who spoke. Denver
Col.) Tribune.
Our Increase lu Wealth.
Mr. Medhall, in Brad street's, says
the wealth of the United States is
1411,800,000.000, or 1000 per head; of
Great Hritain iM 1,1 0O,( K)o,(M)0, or fl.-OO
per head; of France 137,200,000,000, or
11,045 per head. In 1800 tho wealth
of the United States was but 11,100,
OW.OOO, or ?J10 per head. Such a de
velopment he regards as the most re
markable in history. Of the above
forty-nine billions, the wealth of the
United States, there are in houses
thirteen billions, farms nine, furniture
five, manufactures five, public works
five, railways five, forests and mines
two, cattle one billion and over. Since
1840 population has increased three
fold and agriculturo five-fold,