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VOL. XVI, NO. 31.
TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1883.
$1.50 m ANNUM.
AT THE MILL.
Vhit did you see, my farmer t
tiroy walla of wood and atone,
A mill-wheel turning to grind your grist,
And turning for that alone.
You hear the mill-stone's murmur,
Tbesjilvsh of the tumbling rill,
As you plod with your oxen slowly dow l
The aunny alopea of the hill.
Tlie heavens are Wuo above you,
There's win and shndo on the road;
You touch the brindle I aoks of your team
And reckon the ba.rs in the load.
You dip the hoada of the illusion,
And wonder that Ood should need
To litkr the lli-Ma with tho staring blooms
Of a stubborn itnd worthless weed.
You're honest and true anil sturdy;
Hero, give mo your brawny hand
A singer of idle songs, I greet
The farmer who tills tho land.
I'lod homo with your print in the gloaming;
Tbj baby crows at the gate,
And over the hill by tho pasture bare
The lowing cattle wait.
What do I see, my farmer?
The mill and the rill and the wheel,
The moss on the shingles, the mold on the
stones,
And the floating mists of meat
But the poet's vision is clearer,
Kovoaling tho hidden things;
I see tho the rivulet flow to the sea
From cool, clear, woodland springs.
I see the brown fields quicken
With the green of tho growing wheat, .
When the wallow's a-tilt at the bending
eaves,
And the breath of the morn Is sweet.
I see the swaying roaieru
In ileitis of the golden grain;
And oxen that pant in tho summer sun
Yoked to a loaded wain.
I see white sails careening
On tho opal-tinted sens,
When the silvery sunlight glints the wavesi
That are stirred by freshening breeze.
I see the storm-rack gather,
That blots out the evening star;
And flung in the foam of a billow's crest,
A drowned man lashed to a spar.
I st e in the city's shadows
A figure that creeps and scrawls
"Give blood or bread," while the wine flows
red
And there's mirth in the city halls.
I tee a rich man's darlings,
As fresh as the rose's bloom,
And the gaunt, white face of a little child,
Dead, in a barren room.
Plod home with your grist, my farmer,
Nor heed how the wide world fares;
The eyes that are clearest are saddest alway,
With their burden of alien cares.
Hushed is the mill stones murmur,
The dripping wheal is still;
And over the duky vale I hear
The song of the whip-poor-will.
Bugton Transcrip
A TELEGRAM.
K TELLING INCIDENT IN TUB LIFE OP JOHN
MACKLEFKKSIl,
" I didn't say a great mnny words,"
paid John Macklefresh, iii a slow, grind
ing sort of way, " but I guess it'll cut."
"I wish yo hadn't writsohnrd, John,"
euid his wife, piteously. " 'Twas nil (he
worse for bein' so short. Your brothers
and I don't never mean to believe that
Samuel, meaut to cheat ye out o' that
200."
k V " AVhat did he mean, then f" snapped
her husband, fiercely, his square, dogged
; Vfhin in tho air as he combed his whiskers
upward, a favorite action of his when ho
felt particularly pugnacious.
Sirs. Macklefresh turned one of the
long stockings site was darning from heel
to too and back again before she an
swered :
"Didn't mean nothin', husband," Bhe
answered, softly. "We're all feller-mottles.
Some of us is human, 'sometimoH.
Thought he'd pay ye, 1 exc-ct when lie
borryed it. Then hu couldn't, that's all."
. "I dunno' anything about 'conldn'ts;'
Iknow about 'didn't,' " said John Mackle
fretih, doggedly, still combing that cr
vcrse chin into the nir. "This I know,
he's got the two hundred, ami I hain't,
and I'll never "
"Don't, John, dear," interposed his
meek little wife.
" Well, bein' a deacon and a "
"Christian," suggested his wife, seeing
be skipped that hard word.
" I s'posc 1 can't say I won't forgive
him. But they ain't no commands be
tween tho leds of that air Hook about "
" Twenty-live cents to pay," said a
small, business-like voice at the door.
Mrs. Macklefresh turned the rough,
brown envelope over fearfully in her
hands, trembling, as people do, at tele
grams. I wonder if the telegraph boys
ever get used to it.
" Don't be bothering, Alice," said her
husband, pushing her aside, not ungent
ly, though his words were rough as
usual.
This is what he read when he had torn
thin outlet at the end of tho envelope:
" Your brother Samuel died this morn
ing. Come tit once."
Tho Western Union telegraph com
pany has a good deal to answer for but
then so have a great many other people.
John Macklefresh did not swoon away
on the doorstep, or throw up his hands
with a piercing cry, or any of those
things. He mechanically took out u
quarter from his loose change pocket,
careful even in this moment to count the
pennies given in change, shut the door,
Landed the dispatch to his wife, and
walked away to the window. It was
only his heart fainted. This, then, hud
come to the man he hud said, but a mo
ment ago, he would never -no, no, not
that; he didn't wty that ---Alice, slopped
him, you know. Beside, ho was a dea
con and a Christian? Alice had said bo.'
Uut then ho couldn't forget. That
wns what ho was going to say when the
door opened. Tho Bible don't ask thnt.
Or, does it, when it speaks about God
casting our Bins into the depths of tho
ten behind his back remembering
them no moro against us. Forget I
What was there to forget f ITe had lent
his own brother $200. Might have
given it to him and never missod it.
Under his remorseful eye his groat fields
stretched away, white now with snow '
white as tho soul God had forgiven, but
yellow enough he knew as summer came
on, yellow as the gold they would bring
to his pocket. Those few poor, pitiful
hillsides of Samuel's! Why hadn't he
ffiven it to him right out and saved hard
eelings f There was Johnny (named for
him) wanting to go to college ever since
he was out of petticoats. Suppose he
had given it to him.
Misery misery of remembering un
kindness when it is too late I And then
that cut ting letter I Had it reached him
before he died, or was it only his poor
stricken brother's family that would read
the brief harsh words t
He turned to his wife, who sat holding
the dreadful envelope, sad, but doubting
if she would be wise to speak yet to
him.
" Get your things on, ' will ye," he
said, in a voice that sounded dry and
harsh even to himself. "I'll be round
with old Billy to tho front door. Wrap
up warm and tako a soapstone. I'll
have tho buffaloes. It's mortal cold."
She was ready and waiting when he
brought Billy around. The house could
tako care of itself. She locked it.
They had some sixty miles to ride. In
tho course of it his tongue became some
what loosed, and he told in broken and
jerky sentences into her sympathetic ear
what little of the chaotic grief and re
morse ho was able to put into words.
" My brother, after all. Used to play
together when we was little. Hum,
hum."
A man grows very tender when he goes
back to tho days when he was " little."
"Bought mo a pair o' skates onco,
when I wanted some. Older than mo
Samuel was always a making mo kites
and whistles and all seech rattle-traps.
Never could seem to get along. Big
family? Yes. I oughter to ha' helped
him. Ain't a man livin' could scratch
anything but moss off them rocks ho calls
a" farm. I'll help the boys see if I
don't."
It was a long,' cold ride. Mrs. Mackle
fresh wrapped tho but aloes higher and
higher till at last she was quite extin
guished in their folds, and her husband
thought on drearily alone.
Almost there. The house is in sight.
A long, low, unpainted affair. The
oldest inhabitant could not remember
when its owner had had money enough
to paint it. Hero at last. "Who-o-a,
Billy 1 You remember the old hitching
post though it is so long , since you've
stopped at it. There hasn't been much
visiting lately. Hcnicniber how brother
used to rush out in his ' old blue coat,
Alice, and "
" Why, John 1 Why, John!"
Mrs. Macklefresh rose up out of her
enveloping furs like a startled Esquimaux.
She pinched hor husband's arm hysteri
cally, and ho in his turn rubbed his eyes
half out at sight of tho apparition that
confronted them.
"Como in 1 como in!" it cried, cor
dially. "You must be half frozen, both
of you."
" How do you como here ?" Baid John
Macklefresh, fearfully, not stirriDg a step
in answer to this invitation.
"How do you come, I should say,"
returned brother Samuel, for it was he, ;
blue coat, brass buttons and all. "Come,
are you dead ? You act so."
" No," broke in Mrs. John, who had
found a tongue, "but we thought you
were. It said so the telegraph did.
We came up to the funeral !"
And so, between hysterical tears and
laughter and questions that nobody pre
tended to answer, they unloaded and got
into tho house. At least Mrs. John did.
The two brothers sidled off behind the
barn. There John got hold of brother
Samuel's hand and shook it silently and
solemnly, while the strong tears ran down
both their rugged faces. Neither offered
or asked explanations. In that moment
their hearts spoke plainly enough.
"This my 'brother' was dead and is alive
again."
In tho house they went to 'work more
reasonably to unravel the mystery. Mrs.
John showed them the telegram.
"I see!" cried one of them with a
sudden light, "there's a Samuel Mackle
fresh down at tho Four Corners, and I
did hear he was very low last week. He's
got a brother John, too, but I didn't
know he lived in your town. Now he
won't get it. Ain't that too bad?"
Two brothers now camo in wiping
away surreptitious tears with their coat
sleeves. They sat talking over tho curi
ous event, when the village post came
rattling by, tossing tho mail at them as
they sat at the window. Some one
rushed out to get it, but seized with a
sudden impulse John Macklefresh dashed
passctl him and secured it himself.
Hastily glancing about him he stuffed
one thin epistle into his own pocket. It
was the "cutting" letter.
" That'll keep to the day o' judgment,"
ho muttered, rejoicingly. "I'll write
him a receipt in full for tho two hundred
seein' I'm a deacon and a 'Christian.'"
I'urtland l'rancript.
The ashes of Columbus, which have
been shifted about repeatedly, and are
now in the cathedral of Bt. Domingo,
are to be taken out of their resting-place
und inclosed in a piate-glass urn. This
urn is to hold the casket containing the
ac tual ashes in such a munner that the
rtinains will be plainly visible.
I
Mantles aro long and tight fitting.
Small waists aro no longer fashionable
Tho English turban is a very populai
hat this season.
Heads, wings, breasts and crests ol
birds aro tho favorite ornaments for fall
hats.
A limited amount of gold tinsel ap
pears in winter millinery and dress of
iects. The size of tho tournure appears to bo
regulated entirely by the fancy of the
wearer.
Wool batistes in ' checks and white
and black mixtures will be much worn
this fall.
Grays, browns and indefinite shades
of blue or blue-green bid fair to be very
popular.
Crushed strawberry has lost caste,
shot-blue and plum color having taken
its place.
Dresses for autumn wear are largely
made of checked surah silk and cash
mere skirts.
Wool dresses of beef-blood colot,
braided with black, are favorites witk
London ladies.
Littlo girl bridemaids may wear pink
or blue shoos and stockings to match
their ribbons.'
Torchon lace and Irish point embroid
ery remain favorite trimmings for ladies'
and children's underwear.
Nobody wears artificial flowers now
adays, but natural ones are employed for
immenso corsage bouquets.
Fichus of block Spanish net are still
fashionable, but are worn moro especially
over jerseys of dark blue and black.
Dress sleeves are still worn so as to
closely fit tho arm and are padded when
"the arms are not plump and shapely.
Delicate nun's gray kid sandals are
worn wtyh homo toilets, over silk stock
ings of pale lilac, black or dark red.
' ' Pigeon's throat, " ' 'watercress green, "
"duck" and "duckling green" are
counted with new shades wearing rural
names.
A novelty for quilted underskirts to bo
worn next winter appears in tho shape of
foulard silk, with a dark ground and tho
pattern in bright colors.
Rumor reaches America that tho most
fashionable ladies of Paris are going from
ono extreme to tho other in the matter of
tho shape of tho sleeve, and that tho
very close-fitting style will, in a measure
at least, give way to a full flowing oae.
Autumn mantles of a dressy style aro
made either in the visite shape, with sash
drapery in the back, on in modified
Hubbard shape, these lined with deep
Venetian red and trimmed with satin and
lace, tho favorite material of the wrap
being a fine quality of black vigogne.
Half low bodices and short sleeves
have reappeared, and for young girls
charming at-home dresses are made of
French gray wool, with square necks
trimmed with black velvet and filled in
with white muslin, and sleeves puffed
over the elbows, a sort of "Marguerite "
dress, which is simple, graceful, and
generally becoming.
Fine cloth shot with colored thread is
the newest material for ladies' autumn
suits. The bodice and tunic are of dark
freen or brown, dashed with red or with
lue, and the Scotch plaited skirt is ol
stripes of the colors in tho upper parts.
A crimson or blue waistcoat iuside this
cloth bodice adds to its style and mar be
made of cloth or of moire fastened by
small, flat gold buttons like sequins.
Small bonnets for autumn are called
princess bonnets, because they are id
favor with the Princess of Wales, who was
brought up to make her own bonnets,
and therefore likes simple shapes. For
this reason milliners object to them, as
ladies can make them without assistance,
and have merely to cover them with folda
on the crowns and put a pair of gentle
gray doves on the left side, pierced by a
silver dagger, which apparently holdi
them in place.
Making a Reputation Easily.
Tho late Prof essor Moses Stuart Phelps
used to tell this story with great gleo:
In the days when ho was a graduate
student at New Haven ho took a walk
one morning with Professor Newton, who
lwcs in the world of mathematics. Pro
fessor Newton, as was his habit, started
off on the discussion of an abstruse
problem.
As the professor went deeper and
deeper, Mr. Phelps' mind wandered
further and further from what was being
said.
At last Mr. Phelps' attention was called
back to his companion by the professoi
winding up with :
"Which, vou see, gives us 'x.'"
"Does it?" asked Mr. Phelps, think
ing that in politeness ho ought to reply
something.
"Why, doesn't it?" excitedly exclaimed
the professor, alarmed at the possibility
of a flaw being detected in his calcula
tions. Quickly his mind ran back over
the work. There had, indeed, been a
mistake.
""You are right, Mr. Phelps, you are
right," almost shouted tho professor.
"It doesn't give us 'x,' it gives us 'y.'
And from that hour Professor Newtoa
looked upon Mr. Phelps as a mathemati
cal prodigy. He was tho first man w ho
had ever caught the professor tripping.
"And so," Mr. Phelps used often to
add, with his own peculiar smile, in
telling tho story, " I achieved a reputa
tion for knowing a thing I hate. It's the
way many reputations ure made in this
superficial world."
A Southern entertainment, is guessing
at the seeds in a certain watermelon, una
one contest in Knoxville received 4,703
gues; S"i0.,i ' TSui'tV-ci) different States,
FASHION NOTES.
A STRUGGLE WITH A FISH.
ADVENTURE OF A SXOWHEQAJT
ATHLETE AT THE SEASHORE.
The AVager that lie Flarie with an Old
. fisherman A Fish that Wouldn't
He lAUrA.
A Deer Island (lie.) letter to the New
York Sun tells this humorous story of a
young athlete's adventure 'with an elec
tric fish:
"You look like a likely hefter," said
an old fisherman in oilskins, who was
unloading a doryful of mackerel, to a
lusty young man in knickerbockers and
a white flannel shirt.
"Yes," replied the young man; "I'm
called pretty strong in the Skowhegan
Athletic club."
" Did you ever lift much fish?" asked
the old fellow, throw ing a huge netful of
tinkers on tho dock and looking his com
panion over with a critical eye.
" I never saw the fish I couldn't lift."
The fisherman thrust his hand into his
pocket, from which, after a violent strug
gle and much invective, ho hauled out a
very flat, light leather pocketbook that
was closed with a strap and a piece of
rope yarn. Ho took out a clean .ten-dollar
bill and said: "I'm going on eighty
ooo year old next muster day, but I'll bet
ten dollars even you can't lift fish that I
can."
"Where's your fish?" asked Skow
hegan. "Well, I'll tell you. Here's a fish,"
and ho poked among tho mackerel, and
pointed to a large, solid, skate-like fish
in the bottom of the dory. "Let's see;
it's about five foot up to the dock. I'll
bet you the ten dollars you can't toss the
fish up there."
"I don't want to take your money,"
replied tho young man, magnanimously,
as a number of spectators drew around,
"but if you've got half a dozen of the fish
string 'em all together and give mo some
thing worth doing. I've lifted 600
pounds before breakfast."
"Oh, yes, I've heard on you," said the
old man, somewhat warmly. "You're
the man that ate a piece of rubber hose
for breakfast and didn't find out it wasn't
sausage till somebody told you. See that
thumb nail?" he asked, holding up a
curious-looking stub with a horny growth
upon it. "Well, I sarved 'prentice once
to a boxmaker, and used to put in all the
screws with that nail and pull 'em out
when they broke off with my teeth. You
know me, and I'll stick to it that you
can't heave the fish up to the dock, and
there's the money."
Tho Skowhegan athlete . thus1 called
upon deposited $10 with the owner of
the mackerel canning shop, who had
joined the party, ami went down the
ladder into the boat, while tho old fisher
man climbed up on the dock to watch the
feat.
" Stand back there !" shouted the fish
tosser, rolling up his sleeve. "This fish
might hit you, old man, and knock some
of the blow out of you."
"Heave away," said the man in oil
Bkins, tipping a wink at the crowd in
general.
The young man now stepped into the
dory ana poked, away the tinkers (small
mackerel) that were sliding about,
Standing on the edge of the boat he
stooped down, grasped the skato-like
fish, and lifted, raising it about a foot.
Then, uttering a yell, he staggered a
moment and fell with a resounding splash
into the water, nearly capsizing the boat
in accomplishing tho feat, which was re
ceived with shouts of laughter from the
dock, the old fisherman fairly dancing a
Hornpipe on trie rail.
"What's tho matter with you?" he
shouted, as the unfortunate athlete
scrambled into the dory again, swearing
like a pirate. "Trying to upset the
boat, are you ?"
" Who Btruck me ? Some one gave me
a knock on the neck just as I was lift
ing."
"Nonsense," said some one in the
crowd. " You wasn't touched."
" I'll tako my oath I felt something
hit me. If this is a skin game I want to
know it." Bracing himself firmly in the
boat he again grasped tho fish in both
hands and raised it three feet, and then
fish, athlete and all went over backward
among the tinkers. Man, fish, oars awl
balers were mixed up for a moment. At
last the Skowhegan lifter made a break
for the dock, und once upon it, sank
down on a pile of boards. He was as
whito as a sheet and covered with scales
from head to foot.
" Send for the apothecary," he gasped,
as the men crowded round.
"Why, what's tho matter with you?"
"I've had a stroke," whispered tho
victim. "The minute I stooped to lift I
felt it a-runnin' all over mo. It's in our
family, but I've got it bad," and here he
rubbed his arms and legs. "It knocked
mo clean off my feet," he added, " and
my limbs felt like sticks. Send ;"
but here a roar of laughter broke from
the men, and one of them, seizing him
by the arm, jerked him to his feet.
" You're all right, my lad; only next
time dou't go fooling around old Amos.
He's a hard nut."
"Here's your money sonny," said the
old man, holding out tho bill, "you've
earned it."
"What do I mean?' he continued.
" Why, jest this : You havn't had a shock
of paralysis. You tried tew heft one of
these torpedors. They'll knock a horse
if you take 'em right."
The athlete looked vacantly ahead,
took back his money, and left amid the
renewed laughter of the crowd.
" He'll have a yarn to tell the fShowhc
gan folks," said tho perpetrator of tho
joke, " but I do hate to hear a man 'blow,'
und thought I'd take him down. Injured?
No, fcir-eo. He'll feel still for an hour or
no, but it won't harm him. I've been
struck by 'cm a hundred times, and it's
no fun I can tell you. It's just like, being
struck by u mild stroke of lightning. 1
don't generally touch 'em, but a niati
gave me a dollar to fetch ono in, so I kept
it in tho boat. They'll shock you right
through the net. When I was hauling in
the tinker seine this morning, I knew I
had a shoekfish from the jerking of my
arms. The shocks come right up the wet
cording, so that sometimes you enn't hang
on anyhow. I've seen a man who struck
one with an iron harpoon, thinking it a
skate, knocked down so quick ho never
knew what hit him."
The Bad Boy Gets a Black Eye.
"Well, I see you have got another
black eye," said tho grocery man to the
bad boy, as he enme in with a kerosene
can and sat down by a peach basket
while the grocery man drew the kerosene.
" How did you get it ? Have a fight, or
did your pa knock you down with a
chair ?"
" Got it trying to be angelic," said the
boy, as he fumbled around the mosquito
bar over the basket of peaches to see if
there wasn't a place where a peach might
fall out. "You know that blind woman
that grinds the hand-organ down on the
corner. Well, a person would think that
a poor blind woman who has to support
herself and five children grinding out
the awfulest music ever was would bo
the last person ill the world to have
tricks played on her, but this morning I
found a couple of dudes dropping lozen
ges in the cigar box that is on her orge(n
for pennies. The first time they dropped '
in one the old lady smiled and took it
and eat it, and I wasn't very mad,
'cause I thought the dudes would
surprise her by dropping in a five-dollar
gold piece for a nickel, and make her
feel good. But the next time they
dropped in a cayenne pepper lozenger,
and they got behind a peanut-stand to
see how it worked. She bit it, and then
she opened her mouth and blowed cold
wind on her parched tongue, and I almost
laffed at first, she made such a face, but
when I see the tears begin to pour out of
her poor old blind eyes, and roll down
her withered cheeks, and she took the
corner of her apron and wiped the tears
away, as she stopped right in the middle
of ' Annie Laurie,' and the organ drew
a long breath, and when I looked at those
two dudes laffing at her, I got crazy.
Somehow I felt as though that poor
old woman was my ma, and before I
knew it, I jumped right in among those
dudes, and knocked one of them through
the peanut stand on the hot chestnut
roaster, and I kicked the other where it
hurt, and he ran, and the other one said :
' 'What you got to do about tho old
woman, don't you know ' and I said she
was a friend of mine, 'cause she was
blind, and then tho Italian hit me in tho
eye with a hard peach, and a policeman
came along and the dude told him
I was a terrier, and the policeman jerked
my coat-collar off, but when I told him
what it was all about, he gave me back
my coat-collar and chased the dude, and
the old lady thanked mo with her tremb
ling lips that were smarting from the
lozenger, and I went home to get my
collar sewed on, and pa was going to
take it out of my hide. I guess if I
hadn't told him about tho blind woman,
ho would have been kicking me yet.
Sometimes I think it don't pay to bo too
good. For instance, now in this row,
all the friend I have got is this blind
woman, and she will not know me when
she sees me. Tho two dudes and tho
Italian will lay for me, and the policeman
will, very likely, be told by the dudo
that it was me who fired the lozenger in
there, and I have got to wear this
black eye for two weeks, just for having
a heart in me.- Do you think it pays to
be good, or didn't you ever try it ?"
"You bet it pays," said tho grocery
man, as he stuck the nozzle of the kero
sene can into a potato, and ripped off tho
mosquito bar and told the boy to help
himself to peaches. ' You have got a
friend in me, and you can call on mo for
a certificate of character at any time. A
boy that protects tho poor and unfortu
nate is a thoroughbred, if he does get a
black eye occasionally." Mihcaukee Sun.
On "Letting It Alone."
There is nothing in which men do
more wisely, when they agreo to act
upon tho principle of letting things alone,
than when they apply this rule to the
slanders and misrepresentations which
are directed against themselves. If only
they can possess their souls in patience,
and sit down in quietness and self-control
when they aro misunderstood or misrep
resented, they may rest assured that they
will gain a much more certain and easy
victory than if they insist upon doing
battle with all whom they regard as theii
enemies. Tho truth is great, and it will
prevail, says an old Latin proverb. One
may go further and say that, after all,
the truth hardly needs to be helped by
us. It will make its way by its own
weight; it will prevail by reason of its
own strength. So when the angry storm
of slander rages, when jealousy has be
gotten fierce and bitter passions, which
in their turn have armed themselves
with the cruel weapons of falsehood and
malice, the wise man will learn tho wis
dom of letting things ulone. Let tho
storm blow past ; but do not bruise your
self in fruitless attempts to hurl back
the remorseless blast. Leave it alone,
and it will shriek around you harmlessly,
and by-aud-bye tho hurricane will have
blown itself out, and you will be exactly
where you were before it began to rise
that is, provided you liavo the wisdom
to let it alone.
Taking It Out In Trade.
" Doctor," said a man to his physician,
who had just presented a bill of $50 for
treatment during a recent illness, "I
have not much ready money. Will you
not take this out in trade?"
"Oh, yes," cheerfully answered the
doctor; "I think hat we can arrange that
but whut is your business?"
" I am a cornet player," was tho start
ling reply. Jlarer'n Jlatar,
IN ' THE CYCLONE BELT. .
To wake at morn, and thank Uib night;
To sleep at eve, and bless the tl.iy ;
To fool, on storm-awept cheeks, the gray
And ashen signet of fierce fright;
This is the lot of those who wait
In storm-cursed lands the tempest's fate.
The torrid heat of summer day
An fey terror is to him
Who sees, on far horizon's rim,
Piled high, the thunder's banks of fray;
While wandering broaths of vagrant air
Seem like the music of despair 1
Plenty and peace and youth and hope
One hour; tho next, the whirling blast
AVith death and want, when it is pat,
Maimed forms through toar-wet ruins grope
Scarce time for love to gasp, " Good-bye,"
And after that Eternity 1
Clarence M. VoulelU.
HCMOIl OF THE DAT.-
If you want to experiment on the ad-
hesiveness of affection, endeavor to di
vorce a lazy boy from a warm bed on a
cold winter morning. Breckinridge Netea.
Professor (looking at his watch): "As
we have a few minutes, I shall be glad to
answer any question that any one may
wish to ask." Student ""What time is .
it, please?"
During a recent storm off the North
Carolina coast the wind blew eighty-one
miles an hour. This nearly beats tho
best time made by auctioneers and stump
speakers. Detroit Jmirnal.
Neighbor "Your family looks con
tented and happy. " Mother--" Yes ; tho'
boys are happy because they are through
with their whipping, and tho girls are
happy because they didn't get any."
The Judge.
Little Freddie (late to breakfast):
"Papa, what is tho difference between
mo and those baked potatoes ?" " Give
it up, Freddie." "Why the potatoes
early rose, and I didn't." ? Burlington
Free lres.
A Brooklyn woman has been arrested,
charged with stealing an accordion. A
woman wicked enough to steal on accor
dion would do worse. She would even
play on the diabolical instrument. Nor
risUnen Uerald.
A lady in Toronto got to laughing
over some amusing incident and couldn't
stop. Finally a doctor was called in,
and ho couldn't quiet her. As a last
resort some one had to tell her that her
bock hair was coming down. Lowell
Citizen. .
A preacher in Tennessee is known as
the " satisfying preacher." AVhenever a
church began to get a little tired of their
Jiastor, this man was sent for, and after
learing a sermon or two from luni they
were " satisfied" to keep the pastor
they had.
In Scandinavia mothers take their in
fants to church, closely swaddled . and
wrapped in furs, and bury them in tho
snowdrifts at tho door, leaving littlo
holes for them to breathe through, when,
from time to time, issues a superior article
of ice scream. Rochester Ksjirena.
Tho most humane woman this country
has ever produced has just been discov
ered. In the early part of the season she
gave away her switch to bo tied to the
abbreviated appendage of a bobtail horse,
heroically parting with it rather than see
the poor animal pestered by flies. 1'hiia
delpnia Kcu:.
" Well," said Amy, after patiently.try
ing for an hour to drown 'a worm in
Horse ' creek, without being rewarded
by even a nibble: "Well, fishing isa't
what's cracked up to be." "More
slang!" exclaimed the high school girl;
" you should say : 'Fishing is not pul
verized according to tho original inten
tion.' "JJtrrrkk.
An attempt having been made to take
a census of the females of Kurdistan,
they rebelled, and 500 of them, assem
bling, attacked tho soldiers who were
sent to aid tho enumerators, and put
them to flight. Tho census had to bo
suspended until the reinforcements could
arrive. Tho census man should not have
asked these ladies their ages without
protection.
Adclo is a splendid cook, but it is evi
dent that shu cannot content everybody
and his father. The other evening
madame went into the kitchen and found
tho gas stove lighted. "Why, A dole,
do you light your stove at this hour?"
" But I have not put it out niueo morn
ing." "Why, girl, aro you crazy!''
"No, but madame is always complaining
that I use too many matches." J'arU
Bajter.
' Secrets In Washington.
Secrets are often valuable in Washing
ton. When the ways and means com
mitteo decided to increase tho tax ou
whisky to two dollars a gallon a number
of fortunes are said to have been made
within a small circle of men. In tho dark
days of 1804 a treasury clerk kept for
twenty-four hours a secret known only
to President Lincoln and Secretary Chase
beside himself. When it became otli
cially known it sent gold flying up, and
the country was in dismay, it was a
secret, too, that could have been passed
on without harming thu Union cause. It
was simply a question of keeping faith
till tho time came. An hour after the
news broke the clerk fairly staggered
under a terrific slap on the shoulder. He
heard and saw a banker whom ho knew
well. "You miserable fool !" cried tho
banker, "I'd have given you one hun
dred thousand dollars tohuve known this
twenty-four hours ago!" And tho banker
could havo well afforded to do it. Hut
the clerk had the sat isfact iou of know ing
that he hud done hi dul y, as many an
other government oliiecr has dune under
rirruiiihtaiu'cs of teinptat ion. - .( ..';.
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