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I wait, Till from my relied brows shall fall Thia baffling cloud, this wearying thrall, Which holds me now from knowing all; Until my spirit sight shall soe Into all Being's mystery, Bee what it really is to be . I wait, While robbing days In mockory fling Buoh cruel loss athwart my spring, And life frags on with broken wing; Believing that a kindlier fate The patient soul will compensate For all it loses, ere too late. I wait I The summer of the soul is long, The harvests yet shall round me throng, It perfect pomp of sun and song. ' In stormless mornings, yet to bo, I'll pluck, from life's full-fruited tree, The joy to-day denied to me. Mary Clemmer. LIKE A MAN. There is something sublime in a Niagara of trouble that roars and crashes through the world with a heroic fuss that one can brag about but this constant drizzle of petty an noyances, drip, drip, drip! To begin with, 1 am a long, young person, with big bones, and plenty of them, and I don't caro a button if my hair is red! 1 have good reason to know that I am not. considered beautiful; that my nose, fiT instance but there's really no need for men distressing details. My father, Peter Brown, the best farmer in all Fairfax, be the c'eul one who he may, is the unfortunate posses sor of thirteen children, every single .one of t.h in i rla and the married ones, too, for that matter. Of c uise, girs are all very well as far a they go, but one gets too much of a good tiling sometimes, and so when poor pa takes a notion to upbraid Fate because all his boys turned out girls, I must say I rebel against the decree that condemns me to slavish froeks and frizzes. Most good folks sing out that they want to carry harps and be angels, but I if only I were Peter lirown, junior, and had a farm like pal . I don't blame ma, of course, but 1 really do think the even dozen ought to have contented her and. what's more, I say so, when pa and I get be yond the subduing inlluenceof her eye for there's nothing trilling about ma's eye 1 'When pa and ma's love was young, and their future a rose colored rose there ! I've heard pa say it a dozen times, but when a girl liappen's to be shackled witli a memory like a boy's pocket upside down, aud the middle nowhere, and gets that memory from her ma, i suppose there's to be allow ances anyhow, the first giris got the benefit of it all in the way of mugs, and corals, and names as tine as liddles; then there came such a disastrous lull "in pa's enthusiasm that ma says, when he panted up from the fields one hot noon and found our dear old twins waiting, instead of his dinner, it set him so frantic that he threatened to bunch the whole family together like a string of fish and do a dark and desperate deed. But ma just kept on having her own way which meant girls until by the time she wv.und up the home circle with me at your service she had so worn her intelleet down at the heel3 thinking up double-barreled names for the other dozen, that she hande I my christening over to pa, and pa ever lastingly oisgraced himself, in my es timation, by. heartlessly calling me bis absolutely nothing but Sis. If I had been a boy this indignity, at least but there are some wrongs 8 great that the only thing one can con veniently do is forgive them. But, though pa has been cheated of his bishops auu senators and things (poor dear, ho never dreams that sons of his might have turned out fanners like himself, only not half so good) the girls have certainly made up his loss in husbands. Indeed, pa seems to have more sons-in-law than he. quite knows what to do with and as to grandsons! "Jf one could only feed them like chickens 1" sighs poor ma, plaintively. "If one could only kill thein like chickens, you mean," I retort, vindic tively. After that little business talk pa and I had behind the barn, I've settled in my mind that the Browns have got to economize and I mean to start with the grandchildren, by way of a noble beginning. "Now, look here, ma," I say to tho dear old soul who is already staring at me with big, anxious eyes, like a lien with her feathers ruined, " this thing has gone on long euough, and I just mean to hitch old Calico to the cart and dump every scrap of grandchild at his own lawful door I do ! It's downright mean in the girls to impose on us in this everlasting way as if there wasn't work mough of our own " . . There, there, sis," interrupts ma, pathetically, " they only mean to please pa " And a nice way they take to do it ! Pa's an old man now, and after pinch injr and slaving all his life for us army Of girls, wnai rigni. nave muy iu ne p jjinj pinching and slaving to the last? Oh, you needn't look at me like that, ma, dear ; children, like good manners, ought to be found at home hi, you Tom, Dick, Harry, etc. etc. ;" and when at last I have packed them in the wheezy old cart, and we go laugh ing, scratching and squalling down the road, I feel like the pied piper of Ham lein, only there's no hill with wide, greedy jaws waiting at tho end of the trip more's the pity ! When I have impartially divided their howling household gods between the eight sisters who live so uncom fortably near, the sun is sinking be hind the trees in a blaze of glorious yellow. There is a long road with many leafy turnings that Calico knows as well as I, and while she dawdles along it with a languid ele gance that suits us both, I sit, tailor fashion, in the bottom of the cart, thinking, thinking, heedless of whip or rein. I read a story once of a devil-fish crawling over the roof of a pretty cot tage by some southern s:a. I don't suppose there was a word of truth in it; but, some way, ever since pa made a clean breast of his troubles, I can't get that shiny black monster out of my thoughts night and day. I should say, indeed, that a mortgage like ours was a trifle the worst of the two, be cause there's only one weapon to fight it, and where in the world is pa to get the first red ent of that terrible fr',000. ICcho answers where ? If pa had only told mo in time, per haps I might have done something heroic with my poultry a llock of gray geese did grand things for his tory once on a time but no, he kept as dumb as Chi ops, until I found it all out for myself, and no thanks to any body. The way of it was ma started me down to the meadow one evening last week to see what pa meant by k; eping supper waiting, and when I found him leaning against the barn there as quiet and gray as the shadows, I think the One who doeth all things well must have put it into my heart to wake him up and tell me the matter. There is no woman in all this big, glorious world so weak as Samson with his head shaved, and so he told me between sobs I don't ever want to see my father cry again how tho big family had gobbled up the small earnings, how at last there was noth ing to do but to borrow money on the dear, shabby, old place, and now a vil lainous bill of some sort was coming due. " Never mind, dad," I said, " come along to supper; I'll get you out of your fix." 1 don't think pa realized at the min ute and I am sure I did not that I ha 1 never seen so much as a hundred dollars in all my life together, for he followed me homo contentedly, put his head unde: the spout while I pumped, and then, with his hand on my shoulder, went into the house and eat supper enough for two. The next day pa was out of his head with a fever, aud now to see him prodding about the farm with a stick in his hand and a puin in his back poor, dear pa! Of course, the first thing that suggested itself at his bed side was blood, and plenty or it and I did saddle Calico and race off to murder the mortgage man but I might have saved myself the trouble, for the vile creature wasn t at home then 1 turned the old mare's head toward the family sons-in-law, but there wasn't a husband among them who had the cash to spare they don't seem to spare anything quite so con veniently as children ! I even decided to " Say, young woman !" I am not a coward, but the creature who has brought the cart and my thoughts to such a sudden halt looks so like somn great famished wolf, standing there at Calico's head, that I shiver irom head to foot, and hesees it " You needn't be afeard," he gasps, in a rasping sort of whisper. "1 haven't the strength to harm you if my will was good for murder look at this!" His eyes turn toward his breast his right arm lies stiilly across it clotted with something that must be blood, and the lingers look like the flesh of dead man. 1 think he understands mat i am sorry for him, for before, my heart can jump back to its right place again ne drops the reins and touches hi3 mangey cap. M l ve been skulkin in these ere woods, miss, nigh onto a week, and what with starvin' and the pain o' this, I'm most about dead phiyed out." " If you will cut across the fields to that house over there," I say, kindly, I am sure for God knows I pity him from the bottom of my heart " I will see that you get a good supper." " I couldn't crawl there, much less walk, and my time for suppers is over for this world, I reckon." I am so sorry for the poor, misery ridden creature standing there in the summer twilight, with the fragrant woods all around him, and the birds chirping sleepily in the trees so very sorry, and I tell him so Ho totters as I say it, and I am just making up my mind that Calico and I have a disagreeable job before us when ho lays one miserable hand on the wheel, and, drawing his face, near enough for me to see the ghastly seams that want has stared there, cries imploringly " There's them that's hunting me to my death; for God's sake, won't you help me V" All my life I have wanted to be a man, and now the time has come to act like one. I am rubbing Calico down in her stall pa and I being the only men I mean pa boin' the only man about the place, wo do this sort of thing ourselves when the dear old fel low hobbles down tho pathway and puts his head in the door. "Sis," he begins, with wide, excited eyes, "did you meet a big fellow down the road a dark chap with lots of bumps and black, frizzled whiskers?" i na i noi auu l miiu on. " Well, he came by here hunting up some scamp who robbed a bank in Richmond and got down to these parts with the money in his pocket and a bullet in his flesh. I started him down the main road. I wonder you didn't see him." "I drove round by the mill," I an swer, quietly enough, considering I feel like a tornado; "but he won't catch his scamp to-night, dad." "Think not? Why?" " Because I've got him snug in the barn 1" "Goodness, crracicus I thea 111 just" He is making his way to warn jus tice as last a his weak legs will let him, whei I steady him against the stable door and take away his cane, Dad,"' I cry, savagely, " I adore you, but if you take another step to harm that man, Avhy you've only got a dozen daughters to go through the rest of your life." " You I"' gasps pa and I wonder the wisp of straw he 1ms been chew ing does not strangle him black on the spot " a r hud of mine help athiet Exactly ! and she means to make vou an accessory after the act. Now, see here, pa, I don t set up to be a cherub, but when a fellow-creature, starved and bleeding, asks me to help him in the name of God, why I mean to help him if I break every law in Virginia to atoms so there I l a looks stunned a bit as I knew he would wavers a bit, and then lay ing one big brown paw on my head, as I likewise expected, knowing pa's ways as I do, cries stoutly: Spoken like a man, bis; and now let's have a look at your villain." When we stand at last before the poor fellow, he looks so pitifully help less stretched out there on the friendly straw, that pa's loving heart gets the best of his law-abiding principles, and he bathes the hurt arm as tenderly as if it had never been raised in crime. - When pa first notices the jug of water I have brought from the spring and the carriage-robe rolled up for a pillow with the rough s-ide in, he looks at me wondenngiy tor a secona, and then ejaculates with most contented happiness: "Thank God, bis, you are only a woman after all !'' I suppose pa means well, but it doss not sound encouraging considering I've been trying to do my duty like a man. Even fathers are human. " It's no use," moans the poor crea ture, when pa has done his best with the wound. "I'm a goin' fast, boss, but she said they should not touch me" "Don't worry, my lad," cries pa cheerily. "Right or wrong, here you stav until " It won't bo long I feel it comin' fast and hard I would have died out there on the black roadside except for her, God bless her! If you don't mind" and here he looks at me like some gaunt, faithful dog, that I lean over him by pa to catch his dying words if you don t mind will you take this bag from around my neck? It chokes me it chokes " There, there," says pa, tenderly; " and now, my lad, before you go to sleep, tell me, does this money belong to the bank?" " Yes, yes, cries the dying man, with an imploring glance at pa while he tries to touch my hand with his own poor, feeble lingers ; "take it hack, loss, and tell them tell them that the reward belongs to her " Yes, that is the true and simple story of my fortune, no matter what the papers said. For a long time pa would not let me touch a penny of that five thousand dollars, but the people at the bank insisted that busi ness was business, I had earned the money and there it was. f Composition of a Dude. "Rate Field says: Take a strip of something that, for the sake of con venience, we will call a man which, by the way, is a gross libel on man. Around its neck place a tight collar, enshrouded with a hideous scarf and breastpin. Put upon it a silk hat and it cutaway coat. Clothe its lower ex tremities" with pants wherein calves were never meant to grow. In its hand a cane and on its feet boots that creak at every step in limping measure. Place a cigarette in its mouth, teach it a brief vocabulary of adverbs and ad jectives commencing with " immensely clever," and finishing with "see you later, you know." And, in my humble opinion, you obtain a fair conception of the brains and capacity of the American dude. " I wouldn't mind going up so high," said the hotel Iguest, " if the bilj was pot made out )n the same way," Clay and Randolph. A Washington letter says: Just be low tho treasury, within gunshot of the White House, lives David Callan, one of the oldest citizens of the District of Columbia. lie has shaken hands with seventeen Presidents of the United States, and he saw the flames burst from tho White House when the British set fire to it during the war of 1812. He is a sort of living record of tho past, and his personal recollections include reminiscences E the great men of the country, from Madison d nvn to to-day. 1 had a delightful talk with bun this afternoon. Seventy-live years of ngr his memory is as strong as that of Blaine, and lie talks as fluently as a college boy, bubbling over with remin iscence and anecdote. A tall man witli a high forehead, a large, thin face, silky gray hair and bushy red eye brows, he smiles pleasantly while he chats, and when I mentioned Ben Perley Poore s article on the "Capitol at Washington," he said he had read it, and commenced at once to talk. I knew Mr. Randolph," said he, "and often came in contact with him while he was here in Washington. But he was an austere man, cold and uncompanionable, and he fraternized but little with anyone. His style was harsh. " How do you do, Mr. Randolph? I am glad to see you. I passed your house the other day and had a notion to go in, but I did not.' " "'You did just right. Whenever you come by, just keep right on ; i uon t care to have callers. " It was far different from that of Clay, who was one of the kindest men who ever came to ashington. uay had a cood word for everybody. To a man lie would say, putting ms nanu upon his shoulder in a familiar way : 'I am glad to see you to-day ; l saw your good lady at church yesterday. How is your family?' To a woman, if he knew her. he would stop and shake hands with her on the street, and ask after her husband ; and to a vounsr man he would put himself on familiar terms, and advise with him as to his profession or plans for the future. Clay was a philanthropise. Randolph a misanthrope, and the one was loved as much as the other was feared and hated. The congressmen were all afraid of Randolph. They feared his scathing sarcasm, and were very careful not to tread upon his toes Major Poore has made a slight mistake in the story about Randolph and Alston. Randolph had made a very sarcastic remark upon Alston in his speech before the House, and as they were going out the door, Alston, in revenge, struck one of Randolph's dogs. Randolph immediately cut him over the face with his riding-whip, Baying : ' You strike one pup, I strike another.' For this he was indicted and fined twenty dollars." " You say Clay was very popular ?" " Yes, he was one of the most popular men of the past. When he spoke the House was generally crowded, and men came from Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York to hear him. He used to live next door to me. He was very iond ot horse oacK ruling, and nearly every morning he would exercise in this way. When he did not ride lie would take a walk, and early one morn ing on walking down . F street, before most people were up, he was attacked by a goat of decided butting propen sities. The goat aud Clay fought for a long time. It backed him up against a fence, and Clay caught hold of his horns. Sometimes Clay would prove the stronger ; at other times the goat became the master, and Clay had to go to the wall. After a lively tussle of about a quarter of an hour friends came to his relief, and the great Ken tuckian had a chance to go home and change his clothes, which had become somewhat dirty during the fray." Travers and the Terrier. A good story is told of William R. Travers, the stammering wit of Wall street, New York. One day he met a canine peddler, who offered to sell Travers a beautiful terrier, but bred so line as to be a mere midget. Trav ers asked: "Wh-a-at is he g-g-ood f-for ?" " He is a splendid ratter, Mr. Travers," was the response. " We-ell," said Travers, "you bring him to my h-house to-night and I'll b-b-buy him." In the evening man and dog were at Travels' house. In the center of the library was a porcelain vase covered over with a cloth, and surrounding it were a score of personal friends. 'P-p-p-ut yourd-dog in there," said Travers. The owner of the valuable purp did so, and awaited results. In a few moments an unearthly shriek came from the vase, and, looking down, the company saw a finely-bred terrier being shook at will by an enraged rodent. The owner of the dog was dumhfourided, when Travers said: "11-h-how, m-m-ueh, did you say you would t-t-t-ako for that d d-d-og?" "Fiftv dollars is my price, Mr. Travers," was the feeble response. "F-f-f-ifty dd-d-ollars for d-d-dog? Why, I'll s-s-sell you - fr t.f-tvi'ontv.f f-f.ivp. the my Amid a peal of boisterous laughter man and dog disappeared. Mrs. Spaggins was boasting of her new house. The windows, she said, were stained. "That's too bad; but won't turpentine or benzine wash it TV". askeU the good Mrs. Oldbey. rliuiton Ifuu'kfye. IELP1XG HIS PA TO MOVE TEE BAD BOT MAXES HIMSELF EX. CEEDIKQLY TjaEFTJI.. Aicllna If I IV.trrnnl Proscnltnr to IHhriiIm Ilim-clf Willi lllnrklnir thnt Wouldn't WiiHii o;r In liens Than a Week. " See here, you coon, get out of here,' said the grocery man to the bad boy, as he came in the store with bis face black and shining, "I don't want anj colored bovs around here. White boys break me up Imd enough." "Oh, philopene, said the bad Doy, as he put his hands on his knees and laughed so tho Candy jar3 rattled on the shelves. " You "didn't know me. 1 im the same boy that comes in hert and talks your arm oil," and the boy opened the cheese box and cut off a piece ot cheese so natural that the gro cery man had no dilliculty in recogniz ing him. " What in the name of the seven sleeping sisters have you got on your hands and face," said the grocery man, as he took the boy by the ear and turned him around. "What you got up in such an outlandish rig for?" Well, 1 11 tell you, it you will keep watch at the door. If you see a bald- headed colore I man coming along the street with a club, you whistle, and I will fall down cellar. The bald-headed colored man will be pa. You see, we moved yesterday. Pa told me to get a ication from the livery stable, ana we would have fun moving. But I don't want any more fun. I know when I have got enough fun. Pa carried all the light things, and when it came to lifting, lie had a crick in the back. Gosh, I never was so tired as I was last night, and I hope we have got settled, only some of the goods haven't turntd up yet. A drayman took one load over on the west side and deliv ered thein to a house that seemed to be expecting a load of househoW furni ture. He thought it was all right, if everybody that was moving got a load of goods. Well, after we got moved pa said we must make garden, and he said we would go out and spade up the ground and sow peas and rad ishes and beets. There wa3 some neighbors lived in the next house to our hew one, that was all wimmen, and pa didn't like to have them think tie had to work, so he said it womld be a good joke to disguise ourselves as tramps, and the neighbors would think we had hired some tramps to dig in the garden. I told pa of a boss scheme to fool them. I suggested that we take some of this shoe blacking that is put on with a sponge, and black our faces, and the neighbors would think we had hired an old colored man ana his boy to work in the garden. Pa said it was immense, and he told me to go and black up, and if it worked he would black hisi-elf. So I went and put this burnt cork on my face, 'cause it would wash off, and pa looked at me and said it was a whack, and tor me to nx mm up too. So I got the shoe blacking and painted pa so he looked like a coal heaver. Actually, when ma saw him she ordered him olMhe premises, ami when he laffed at her and acted sassy, she was going to throw biling water on pa, but I told her the scheme and she let up on pa. Oh, you'd a didt to see us out in the garden. Pa looked like Uncle Tom, and I looked like Topsy, only I ain't that kind of a colored person. We worked till a boy throwed some tomato cans over the alley fence and hit me, and I piled over the fence after him, ancf left pa. It was my chum, and when I had caught him we put up a job to get pa to chase us. We throwed some more cans, and pa come out and my chum started and I after him, and pa aitei both of us. He chased us two blocks and then we got behind a policeman, and my chum told the jjoliceman it was a crazy old colored man that wanted to kidnap us, and the police man took pa by the neck and was go ing to club him, but pa said he would go home and behave. He was off ul mad, and he went home and we looked through the alley fence and saw pa trying to wash off the blacking. You see that blacking won't wasli off. You have to wear it off. Fa would wash his face with soapsuds, and then look in the glass, and he was blacker every time he washed, and when ma laffed at him he said tho olfulest words, something like 'sweet spirit hear my prayer,' then he washed himself again. I am going to leave my burnt cork on, cause if I washed it off pa would know there had been Borne smouging somewhere. I asked the shoe store man how long it would take the blacking to wear off, and he said it ought to wear off in a week. I guess pa won't go out doors much, un less it is in the night. 1 am going to get him to let me go off in the country ashing, till mine wear s off, an I when I get out of town I will wah up. Say, you don't think a little blacking hurts a man's complexion do you. and you don t think a man ought to get man because it won't wash off, do you?" "Oh, probably itdon't hurt the com plexion," said the groctry man, as ha, sprinkled some fresh water on the wilted lettuce, so it would look fresh while the hired girl was buying some, ' an I yet it is mighty unpleasant, where a man has got an engagement to go to a card party, as I know your pa has to-night. As to getting mad about it, if 1 was your pa I would take a barrel stave and sliatt ywr car-cuss," WILLOW. Oh, slender willow, that beside The meadow brooklet leanest her Sad, in this joy-time of the year, Dost cast gold catkins on the tide, is strips the widowed Hindoo brl lo Het jeweled arms, with grief austere Oh, slender willow? j Or makest fickle haste to hide The pals young sunshine's (gift, one dear, Ere beam more splendid shall arpear, To olothe thee all in virdurons pride Oh, slender willow? C. E. Sutton, in Atlantic Monthly. HUMOR OF THE DAT. An early spring Jumping out el bed at 5:30 A. m. Sif tings. Should music b2 sold by the chord? Drum music might be sold by thj pound. Any raw recruit can write aboul face by preparing an essay on cheek. JSew 1 ork JSews. From the w ay in which the bruisers stick to their business, jit is evident that this is the muscle-age. Yonkert Gazette. Pugilists are generally considered plucky fellows, but none of them got through with a sparring match with out leinting. Boston Commercial. Let those who fish with patent flies The small boy's bait of worms despise; The chances are as ten to one The small boy has the greatest fan. Richmond Baton. The mill owner who turned the fire hose upon one of his disorderly em ployes explained his conduct by say ing that he was only washing his hands. Teacher: "Can you tell me which is the olfactory organ?" Pupil frankly answers: No, sir.". Teachef: " Correct" Pupil goes off in a brown study. Boston Transcript . ' Mulcahy says the statement that Roach's ship is the first iron-vessel launched in America is a mistake, a Mrs. Mulchay frequently launches iron vessels at him. Boston Bulletin, No matter how glad Man may be, he is sad And angry and mad When the bone of the shad Makes him wish that ho had Ordered liver, bedrid. Puck. " What can a boy do ?" asks an ex change. We are just Yankee enough to answer by asking another: " What can't a boy do ?" Parents who have brought up male offspring will at once see the force of the reply Lowell Citizen. A young lover in Iowa paid $10 for a locomotive to run him thirty-five miles to see his girl, and when he got there the family bulldog ran him two miles and didn't charge film a cent. Corporations have no souls. Duluth Tribune. Much of the trouble in married life originates in disputing who shall carry the pocketbook. A young Philadel phia husband got around this trouble by letting his wife carry the pocket book while he kept the money. Vhronidc-Htrald. A young lawyer appeared before a Washington judge with his umbrella under his arm and his hat on, and in his agitation ho forgot to lay either aside when he beg.iu speaking. "Hadn't you better raise your um brella?" the court kindly suggested. Baltimore News. Bjornstjerne Bjornson, the Norwe gian poet, is soon to visit London." Bjornstjerne could have a good deal of fun now if he only knew it. He could have bis name printed on cards and cir culated through the streets of London. The frightened inhabitants would think it a Fenian cipher dispatch, and it would create a panic. 1'iuk. " Father," said Johnnie, " tfiis paper -says that 'many prrtninent citizens Hie now ill with pneumonia and kin flred diseases.' What is a kindred dis ease, father ?" "Why, my sen," said Smithly, " a kindre I disease is is why yes, yes I a kindred disease is me that runs through an entire family kindred, relatives, you know. Sur prised you didn't know that, Johnnie." Influence of Pictures. A room with picture.- in it and a room without pictures differ by nearly as much as a room with windows and a room w ithout windows; for pictures are loopholes of escape to the soul.lead ing it to other scenes and spheres, where the fancy for a moment may revel, refreshed and delighted. Pictures are consolers of loneliness ; they are a Bweet (lattery to the soul; they are a relief to the jaded mind ; they are windows to the imprisoned thought; they are books, they are histories and sermons, which we can read with out the trouble of turning over the leaves. A Juvenile's Ouery. On a Boston street car the other day a half dozen happy fat hers were match ing babies. To the ane dotes of prize children a listener whose offspring had grown to the age of talka'ivenesa con tributed an account of his boy's ex perience in peeling an orange w ith his thumb. With great dilliculty the rind w as taken off, but t remove the inner lining or film without breaking into the pulp was still harder. Finally, in vexation, the lii:l- fallow cried out : " Papa, wh-it makes oranges wear funnels ?" .
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