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Miiury. mi nonce will b tiikta of anonrii
These nre the kind of stories tlio I1H
nois newspapers rela'te when they nre
hard up: What looked like a ball of
firo fell iu a street of Tana, Illinois, near
a man in a carriage, lie got out, found
a hole in tho ground, dug down about
a foot nnd unearthed a nice little aero
lite about ns largo iish good -sized cocoa
nut. A dniry school for girls of fourteen or
under Is to bo established, by direction
of tho French Ministry of Agriculturo
at Coetlogon, in connection with tho
farm school at Trois-Croix. Tho fee for
boarders will be only $30 for six months'
course of instruction. Tho teaching is
to be practical as well ns theoretical, nnd
ccitiflcntcs will be given by tho minister
Of agriculturo to sludonts who pass tho
examination.'. Eight scholarships havo
been offered by tho State.
A Norwich (Conn.) letter to tho New
York Sun says that "No ono recalls the
time when wild bee! wore so numerous
in the woods of cast.-rn Connecticut nnd
Rhode Island. There aro not hollow
trees enough for tho swarms, which aro
driven to hunt up queer places about the
villages to mnko honey in. Almost daily
in tho country districts young colonies,
which have been ousted from homo on
account of lack of room, inny bo seen
flying liko a big spent cannon ball across
tho fields In search of lodgings. They
arc not nt nil particular this year whether
their house has all tho modern 'improve
ments; they tako what they can get.
Jinny swarms have hung themselves tip
in tho peaks of barns,otliers in hencoops,
nnd still others in empty barrels. Not o
few swarms havo penetrated into dwell
ings." " i. - -
Tho French census recently taken is
proving most unsatisfactory. In Paris,
in particular, people strongly objected to
filling up tho paper.--, especially in t'ic
aristicratic quarters, while tho poorer
classes did not understand how to reply
to tho questions, and students and prac
tical jokers returned most absurd an
swers, nnd utilized tho census papers a
a field for drawing caricatures. Senrcolj
any returns could bo obtained from the
hotels, and in some quarters from
soventy-nino to eighty per cent, of th(
inhabitants gave no replies whatever.
Ono father of a family answered the
queries by tho suggestion: "Ask mj
mother-in-law;" another wrote: "You
are too curious." In stating tho profes
t ion or occupation, a facetious Republican
declnrcd himself "Kxpeller of Princes,''
and his neighbor staled that ho was
"watching Jules Ferry to admire hii
nose," whilo a third remarked that he
had been looking for work for fifteen
years.
A permit was taken out in Washing
ton recently to remodel nnd enlarge the
house recently purchased by the Presi
dent on tho Woody Lane road. The
plans ns prepared by tho architects pro
vide for tho addition to tho present
structure of a third story of a very orna
mental nnd handsome design. The third
story will bo in the high pointed root
pierced with dormer windows, tho eaves
extending over some fourteen feet, thus
forming tho roof of tho porch in the
second story. There will bo double
porches twelve feet wide extending on
tho south and west nnd part of the east
sides of the liouse. Upon the stone wall;
forming tho present two stories of the
bouse will be built this high, overreach
ing roof, with the exterior covered with
shingles painted red. There will be a
two-story back building erected for 8
kitchen , nnd servants' quarters, nnd tin
interior will be remodeled nnd fitted uj'
in a style to correspond to tho pretty
modern design of a cottage, which the
exterior will then assume.
A lady in New York city has spent
twenty years in stringing together eight
thousand beautiful buttons, and no two
alike. Some of tliera have been brought
half around tho ea.th to her by sea cap
tains. Si mo have corao from old wars
and famous buttle fields; some from the
Orient and sonio from the Occident;
some from g.dd mines and poorhouses,
from snug country hoaxes and from ship
wrecks: some are just from tho button
counter, nnd some nre dignified old but
tons w hi .h havo survived from a previ
ous century, and now hold sinecure posi
tions on Mrs. Harris's button string.
The buttons aro almo-t infinite in kind.
The lady who has collected the 8,000
bays that she never goes out shopping
without seeing buttons that she had
never teen before. A new button stares
at her from every shop window nnd
meets her in every bazar. When she
begati tt collect them there were people
who thought that there were not mo:e
thuu 1H!'J different kinds of buttons in
the worl 1, and it was on a wager of this
kind t i she began her labo.-s.
TILL SUNBISE.
Bweeter than joy, tho' joy might abide,
Dearer than lovo, tho' love might endure,
Is this this thing: for a man to have diod
For tho wrongod and the poor!
Let none le glad until all are free,
The song bo still and tho banner furled
Till all have men wlmt the poets see,
Ana foretell to the world I
Pakenhani licatty, in the Spectator.
CHERRYCOTE.
"And you expect me to travel over
nino miles of muddy roads behind that
beast and in that rattle-trap?" a gentle
man said, discontentedly surveying the
conveyance provided for him by an oblig
ing countryman residing near the station
of the Virginia railway where a way-train
had rccctuly deposited the sti anger.
"Well, 'tain' ns of thur was much to
choose from, mister," was the answer.
"If you've a mind to wait till evenin',
the stage mout hnppcn along. But, bless
yore soul. sah. ole Buck '11 carry you thar
cf you only give him time enough. An'
I reckon tlxs buggy won't break down
'tween this and tho blacksmith's at the
cross-roads. Thar's string nn' rope an' a
lot o' nails under tho bulllcr-robo, an'
littlo Poss here'll manage to mend the
damage cf so it be thiit tliar's a rock to
pick up 'long the roadside."
"May I drive, boss? 'was the hesitat
ing prayer of little Poss (short for 'pos
sum), as tho dilapidated vehicle, drawa
by a spavined plow-horse, got finally
under way. Looking down with amuse
ment at his excited petitioner, Barksdale
ww a droll little negro, costumed in meal
bags, hat!cs, and with plaitod tw igs of
wool, who, when tho rope reins were re
linquished into his hand", assumed tho
post of charioteer with dignity ineffable.
Barksdale forget Poss und everything
besides, as the overmastering power of
early association took possession of him.
Ten years before, he had left the neigh
borhood through which they were now
passing, at the outset of the war between
tho States, and during all that time the
history of its places and its people had
been almost a scaled book to the wan
derer in many lands. He had fancied
himself weaned from his sentimental loc
for old Yirg'uia; but here he w as craning
his neck to look at the ancient land
marks, recalling rides endiu" at this
point nnd picnics nt another, Ids cheek
itushing, and a lump coming into his
throat, like the veriest school-boy homo
for tho holidays. The country was beau
tifully greea, and as old Buck plodded
along there was nothing to do but resign
himself to memory and anticipation,
whilo tho spring wind, laden with fra
grance from the blossoming woods, blew
over him refreshingly.
At last Cherrycote Faira was reached,
but before they could enter it, little Poss
jumped down to have a strugglo with an
old red gate of such persistent inhospi
talitythat Barksdale himself could only
force it open by half lifiing tho gate post
from tho crumbling soil.
"Barren acres," he said, with a sigh,
glancing over what were once prosper
ous fields of grain. Grass grew on tho
roadway, and a multitudo of little blue
star flowers were crushed beneath their
wheels. Emerging from a bit of pine
woods, he caught sight of tho gables of
the old house. They nt least were un
changed, half veiled from sight by Vir
ginia creeper and wisteria, jasmine and
roses. His old room was that one with
tho window over which grew the branch
of a mulberry-tree, its folingo so thick
that neither blind nor curtain was re
quired. As Barksdale gazed he saw, com
ing from tho shrubbery around a turn iu
the road, a cavalier bestriding a mule.
This was a man seemingly between thirty
and forty year old, bis once clear-cut fea
tures overgrown with flesh, and wearing a
long brown beard of liberal proportions.
His frame, a tritle unwieldy, was muscu
lar, his eyes were of nn honest blue; his
sent in the saddle, even though tho steed
was of the present unenviable class, ad
mirable. His clothing consisted of a
pair of corduroy breeches tucked into
spurred cavalry boots, and a nondescript
shooting jacket laded by sun and rain,
with a broad brimmed hat of straw
showing marks of home manufacture. At
the first sight of Barksdale his brows
knit inquiringly; iu a moment ho
charged down upon the antique buggy
with military dash.
"Lance," old fellow," he cried. "It
isn't possible!"
"Hal!" exclaimed tho other, simul
taneously, in a tono that meant much.
Immediately two hands met in fervent
'rieudship. Since these hands had
grasped each other Inst a river of blood
had flowed betw een them. Bitter words
had been spoken, hot discus-dons hid
raged, party strife had swelled resentful
htrts; but now, wheu the half-brothers
mt again, neither thought of anything
but the early ties of blood and affection
ate companionship. Barksdale. thin,
active, and embalmed with un atmos
phere of foreign' travel, his clothe scru
pulously well cut, his speech refined to
nicety, appeared nt least five years
younger than the bluff, sunburnt Vir
ginia squire, who was, in reality, con
siderably his junior. They were the sons
of a Virginia gentleman, who, left u
widower with one tmall boy when he
was hardly out of college, had consigned
tho littlo Lancelot to the care of his
mother's relatives in the North. Marry
ing a second time in Virginia, Mr. Barks
dale had settled down to a peaceful agri
cultural existenco on tho estate belong
ing to his bride, "one of the Carters of
Cherrycote Farm," as that lady was
styled.
Hither Lancelot had come to spend
many happy hours of irresponsible holi
day in the free and easy life of old-time
Virginia. Here he had learned to feel
a sincere alToetiou for his kind step
mother und her b'y Hal. But at tho
outset of tiie war his .Northern training
and sympathies in political faith set a
terrible stumbling-block in the path of
family "plca-antness." Unwilling to
contest the fervid torrent of secession
talk, ho nt first kept silent. This led to
suspicion, and finally to open warfare on
the part of the generous people who hnd
once extended their arrni to him. His
father had died, and tho widow, nn ar
dent Souiherner, learned to look on him
with constiaint. Even Hal, merry, hand
somo Hal, who had adored the ground
Lance trod upon, began to quarrel with
him. There was nothing for it but re
treat. Lancelot returned to his Northern
home, and soon heard the news that
Hal hnd become a volunteer at Manassas.
After that there was a long and painful
gap in their relations. it was while
wandering aimlessly around Europe
ten years later that Lancelot made
up Ids mind to return to America,
nnd to visit tho home of his fathers.
The resolution once taken was acted upon
with almost feverish real. Now that
he hnd again shaken Hal's hand, had sat
isfied himself that tho slim lad of nine
teen was still somewhere lurking behind
the veil of adipose matter surrounding
tho mnn of twenty-nine, Barksdale
breathed a long sigh ot relief. As for
the squire, ho was one of those guileless
natures content to take things as they
find them. Barksdale's foreign airs ex
cited in him wonder not unmixed with
amusement. He fell to speculating over
what the women would say to the coming
of this importation of fastidious elegance
into their impoverished household. In
old times Cherrycote had never specu
lated; secure in homely plenty, it had
simply flung wide open its doors and bid
den the stranger in.
"Suppose we walk the rest of the way,"
Barksdalo said, springing with alacrity
from his mouse-trap equipage. "I havo
so much to say to you, Hal, I don't know
where to begin."
"I don't walk much nowadays; but
still said the squire, getting down
in rather a breathless fashion, and
loading the mule, followed by Poss nnd
his spavined steed, along a road carpeted
with pine tags and bordered with wild
honeysuckle.
"I haven't asked you about your
wife," Lancelot said, when it appeared
that the question could no longer in com
mon courtesy be deferred.
"Kitty? Why, she's splendid," said
the squire, heartily. "And if you'll be
lieve' me, Lance, I've six young ones, all
girls. The old house is as full ns over,
but you'll find things down at the heel,
I reckon. The same story everywhere
hereabout: no money, po3r labor, no re
pairs r the women struggling with in
efficient servants, worn-out furniture,
worn-out clothes. But Kitty's temper
don't wear out, thank God I You've not
forgotten what a splendid girl she was,
: Lance?"
"I have not forgotten her in tho least,"
his brother answered, in a tone of slight
constraint.
Launcelot thought of the time when
he had last Reen Kitty Morris, then a
youthful cousin of Mrs. Barkdale's, on a
summer visit to Cherrycote. She was
standing in the deep grass of tho old
orchard, under the cherry blossoms, in
the spring of 'til. She was a mere slip
oi a girl tnen, with large dark eyes, und
a weight of dusky hair upon her small,
proud head. He remembered the gown
she wore, a sort of full-bodied, thin
white stuff, with a sash of crimson, and
tho trick she had of interlacing her small
brown Southern fingers while she talked.
"Never 1 never!" she had cried out, in
an impetuous treble, the sound of which
still echoed in his cars. "What I prom
ised was not to an enemy of my country.
I would rather die than marry you."
She had faced him bravely, defiantly,
two red spots fh.ming in her ordinarily
clear pale checks, but there was a trem
ble iu her voice, as if she would have
been glad to cry instead of speaking.
Thus they had parted, and now Lance
lot was again to meet her as the wile of
his half-brother, the mother of Hal's six
girls. For a moment he felt like turn
ing back upon tho threshold of his visit,
but after poor littlo vagabond Poss had
been sent to the servants' quarters in
quest of refreshment for man und beast,
the two walkers struck into a well-remembered
path across the orchard lead
ing to the house. The berry blossoms
were again in bloom, and there, under a
green arcade of suow-Iudcu boughs, was
seen a merry group of ladies and children
picking violets in the grass.
Lnncelot caught o io glimpse of Kitty,
recognizing her iustantly. From the
girl of seventeen she had expanded into
a splendid beauty of twenty-seven, lithe
aud brown ns ever, with a rich color in
her cheeks, not in the least suggesting a
matron oppressed by many cares of mater
nity and house-keeping. Swarming
over her wero a number of affectionate
small girls, and nt a littlo distance sut
Mrs. Barksdale, the elder, looking thin
and care-worn, engaged in conversation
with a lady whom he dimly re-alled as
another cumin of the by-gone days, then
acoquetti-h personage with dimples, and
wonderful plaits of hair worn in a crown
around her head. The dimples were
still evident, though tho cheeks had
faded, but the abundant braids were per
ceptibly thinner. Barksdale took in all
these details, although howondeiedat
himself for observing them in face of the
immediate poweiful impression made on
him by th? first view of his sister-in-law.
The color had receded from his face,
leaving him deathly pale. The trial had
been to the full as painful as he had ex
pected. Often as it had presented itself
to his imagination, the reality of suffering
was not surpassed. Her face had shone
uron him like a star from Alpine heights,
across wintery seas, in desert reaches, at
the opera, in his dreams, on the pages of
his books, everywhere, any where, during
ten lougycarsof absolute non-intercourse.
It was not until she had been his brother's
wife for sevend years that he heard at
all of this marriage, seeming to him so
extraordinarily incongruous und unsuit
able. He could not reconcile it. with her
appearance, her manner, her pretensions,
now that he had seen her once again in
the splendor of young womanhood.
He felt ns if he could not bear to see
husband and wife together, to hear Hal's
girls claim her as their mother. But
Lancelot Barksdale had a noblo nature
nnd a strong will. Resolutely he trampled
out tho fire that had so suddenly been
kindled up within him. Kitty was no
longer it was long indeed since she had
ceased to be the 8 foreign of his dreams.
This brief madness at nn end, he would
be ablo to tako her by the hand like a
loyal and honorable gentleman as he w as.
At this moment in came Mrs. Bnrks
dalc the elder. She had been told by
the housemaid of the arrival of a guest,
and. with the usual cordiality of her
kind, hastened in to do the honors. "My
dear Lance," she cried, after a momentary
survey of extrcmo astonishment, "I am
ghid to welcome you onco more to
Cherrycote."
"If you knew how much those words
convey to me!" returned Barksdale, with
real feeling, taking her thin old hands
nnd kissing them. "I am alone in the
world since my old aunt died, a year
ago, and tho tics of early association
seem more potent as wo get on in life, I
think. At any rate, I havo fairly
longed to make friends with you all
again, and such a welcome as you and
llai nave extended to mo heals many a
wound of time."
"And I am far too old to indulge in
rancor," eaid the old lady, tears coming
into her eyes. "Now that our fearful
war Is over, I can regret the violence of
feeling with which we went into it. Oh,
Lance I I am glad your poor dear father
was spared seeing his State conquered.
I think it would have killed him. But
let by-gones be by-gones. AVe must
agree not to talk about the war. It was
kind of you to come so far to see us once
again, and we will make you comfort
able, though times are not as they were
at Cherrycote. I am sure you are glad
to find Hal married and settled so hap
pily. Poor ns we are, his littlo wife is
such a manager I havo given up the
housekeeping entirely into her hands.
And those sweet children! Dear
me! hero I am forgetting that
Kate wants, you to come out to the
garden, Hair She wishes to consult you
about her flower beds. Don't tell her
Lance is here for she has not the least
idea who it is. The children said it was
Mr. Lewis come to see their papa about
the sheep. They have gono with their
auntie to pick strawberries for tea, but
you shall soon see them all. Lance, you
must be taken to your room. But here
comes Hal again With Kate. Dear boy 1
he is so atlectionate, and though you
never knew her intimately, I believe,
Kate knows you well by reputation."
At this point, when good Mrs. Barks
dale paused for breath in her flow of
cordial greeting, Lancelot felt his tem-
Eles throb, and a sort of mist pass before
is eyes. Through the opsn door of the
veranda Hal hurried, followed by a lady,
and in a single brief and blissful moment
Lancelot became awaro of tho fact that
Hal's Kitty was not his own "bride of
old dreams, whose spell went with him
still." In plain words, Mrs. Barksdale
the younger was the cousin with the
dimples also a Kate Morris whose
given name had long ago departed from
Lancelot's recollection of the lady, had
he ever thought of it, indeed. In the
confusion of his ideas during the mo
ments that followed this discovery he
was absorbed with a longing to satisfy
himself at once nbout Kitty. "The only
one worthy of that sweet old-fashioned
name," he said, in his joyous heart, for
lovers, as we know, glorify everything,
even the homely nomenclature of ances
tral days.
She came in soon to answer for her
self, the little girls, as before twining
around her waist and clinging to her
skirts.
"I wonder, Kitty dear, if you remember
my oldest son, Lancelot," said good Mrs.
Barksdale, with an accent of pride in her
presentation of the stranger.
The evening sunlight slanted through
a western window of the old oak-panelled
dining-room. Lancelot stood with
his back to it, his face in shadow, but
the searching radiance brought out every
expression of her changed face more
lovely than ho remembered it.
"Vou have not done me tho honor to
name the lady," l e said, takiug her
hand in his.
"Still Kitty Morris, though a greater
belle than ever," cried hearty Hal. "It's
just occurred to me, Lance, that you and
Cousin Kitty used to be famous friends,
till you quarreled about tho war. What
an idiot I was to forget it!"
"I have forgotten nothing," said Lance
lot, for tho second time that day, and
Kitty understood him. Harper's Bazar.
A Penny Saved.
Talking of saving reminds me of a
penny 1 saved in Glasgow, says a cor
respondent. I was on tho top of a tram,
as they persist iu calling the streetcars
there, and I wanted to go somewhere, I
don't just remember where nt this mo
ment. I said to the man who sat next to
me:
"Does this car go to such a place?"
"Aye," he replied, "it goes by there."
"Then," I said, "Would you mind
telling me when we come to it. I'm a
stranger in the city.
"Ah'll do that," said the man very
kindly, and so we jogged on. At last
he touched me on the shoulder and we
both got down.
"Is this the place," I asked.
"Well it's not just it." replied my new
friend. It's but a step faurer on. It's a
penny inuir on tho tram if ye pass this
street."
I was of course quite willing to save
tho penny, and si tramped ulong with
him. lufortunately I had on a pair of
new boots that day, und perphups my
idea of distance was contorted iu conse
quence, but it seemed to me we walked
about three miles to save that penny. But I
then we saved it. J
WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS.
DESCRIPTION OF THE TYPICAL
SOUTHERN HEALTH KESORT.
Ite Character 1st Ice In Former Times
Situation of the Springs The
Hotel and Cottage.
Charlcj Dudley Warner gives in Ilar
per's Magazine, the following cntertain
ing description of the White Sulphur
Springs, the well-known Virginia health
resort:
Tho White Sulphur has been for tho
better part of a century, as everybody
knows, the typical Southern resort, the
rendezvous of all that was most char
acteristic in the society of tho whole
South, the meeting-place of its politi
cians, the haunt of its belles, tho nrcna
of gayety, intrigue and fashion. If
tradition is to be believed, here in years
gone by were concocted the measures
that were subsequently deployed for the
Government of the country at Washing
ton, here historic matches were made,
here beauty had triumphs that were the
talk of a generation, here hearts were
broken at a ball and mended in Lover's
Walk, and here fortunes were nightly
lost and won. It must have been in its
material conditions a primitive place in
the days of its greatest fame. Visitors
came to it in their carriages and unwieldy
four-horse chariots, attended by troops
of servants, making slow but most en
joyable pilgrimages over tho mountain
roads, journeys that lasted a week or a
fortnight, and were every day enlivened
by jovial adventure. They came for the
season. Thep were all of one social order,
and needed no introduction; those from
Virginia were all related to each other,
and though life there was somewhat
in the nature of a picnic, it had its
very well defined and ceremonious code
of etiquette. In the memory of its old
habitues it was at once the freest and
the most aristocratic assembly in the
world. The hotel was small and its ar
rangements primitive; a good many of
the visitors had their own cottages, and
the rows of those cheap structures took
their names from their occupants. The
Southern Presidents, the Senators and
statesmen, tho rich planters, lived in cot
tages which still have a historic interest
i n their memory. But cottage life whs
never the exclusive affair that it is else
where; the society was one body, and the
Hotel was tne center.
Time has greatly changed the White
suipnur; doubtless in its physical aspect
it never was so beautiful and attractive
as it is to-day, but all the modern im
provements have not destroyed the char
acter of the resort, which possesses a
great many of its primitive and old-time
peculiarities.
Briefly, the WTiite is in an elevated and
charming mountain region, so cool, in
fact, . especially at night, that tho
"season" is practically limited to July
and August, although I am not suro but
a quiet person, who likes invigorating
air, nnd has no daughters to marry off,
would find it equally attractive in Sep
tember and October, when the autumn
loliago is in its glory. In a green roll
ing interval, planted with noble trees
and flanked by moderate hills, stands the
vast white caravansary, having wide iral
leries and big pillars running round three
sides. Tho front and two sides are ele
vated, the galleries being reached by
nignis oi steps, and aitording room un
derneath for tho large billiard and
bar rooms. Frani the hotel the
ground slopes down to the
spring, which is surmounted by a
round canopy on white columns, and be
low is an opening across the stream to
the race-track, the servants' quarters, nnd
a fine view of receding hills. Three sides
of this charming park are enclosed by the
cottages and cabins, which back against
the hills, and are more or less embowered
in trees. Most of these cottages are built
in blocks and rows. 6omo single rooms,
others large enough to accommodate a
family, but all reached by flights of steps,
all with verandas, and most of them con
nected by galleries. Occasionally the
forest trees have been lolt, and tho gal
leries built around thotn. Included in
the premises nre two churches, a gambling-house,
a couplo of country stores,
and a postoffice. There ore nono of the
shops common at watering-places for tho
sale of fancy articles, and, strango to say,
flowers are not systemmatically cultiva
ted, and very few are ever to be had. The
hotel has a vast dining room, besides the
minor eating-rooms for children and
nurses, a large ball room, and a drawing
room of imposing dimensions. Hotel
and cottages together, it is said, can lodge
fifteen hundred guests. The natural
beauty of the place is very great, and
fortunately there is not much smart and
fantastic architectu e to interfere with it.
Summer Drinks.
The ice-water we crave creates rathci
than satisfies thirst. The stomach is
conservative, and will keep at its nor.r.al
temperature no matter what amount of
iciness may be poured iu. There is posi
tive muscular effort to get rid of tho un
natural intruder, which is abtoibed as
fast as the smaller Vessels can work, und
thus results fresh heat, and "I'm so dry !"
is very literally the fact. Drink very
moderately, rinse your mouth often, and
pour water on the wrists rather than
down the throat. As to lager nnd the
various "mixed drinks" dear to the
American palate, they are simply, no
matter how iced, liquid caloric. Alco
hol under any and every condition is
heating, and not mint, nor lemon, nor
straw berry is potent enough to neutralize
this power. Cold drinks, -however grate
ful, are not coollug, and the man or
woman who takes them most often is
likely to most feel the heat. Christian
at Work.
The four most imortaiit towns of
Australia are now: Melbourne, popula
tion -J82,(I47; Sydney, 224,21 1 ; Adelaide,
103,80-1, and Auckland, 00,000
REQUIESCAT.
All night the land in darkness slept,
All night the sleepless sea
Alonjj the beaches moaned and wept
And called aloud on me.
Now all about the wakening land
The white foam lies upon the sand.
I saw across the glimmering dark
The white foam rise and fall;
I saw a drifting phantom bark,
I heard the sailors call:
Then sheer upon my straining sight
Fell down the curtain of the night
What ship was on the midnight deop:
What voices on the air!
Did wandering spirits call and weep
In darkness and dispair)
Did ever living seaman hail
The land with such a hopeless wail?
The flush of dawn is in the sky,
The dawn-breeze on the sea,
The lark is singing sweet and high
A winged melody:
Here on the sand, among the foam,
The tired sailors have come home.
Their eyes that stare, so wide, so rid.
See not the blessed light;
For all the streams of death divide
The morning from the night:
Weary with tossing on.her breast,
The sea at last has given them rest.
D. J. Robertson.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
Wrhy is abald-headod man like a hound?
Because he makes a little hare go a great
ways.
When the summer resorts fill up it be
comes more difficult for the boarders to
do so. Statesman
Queen Elizabeth style is expected to
come in again about 1838. This is, in
deed, ruff. Boston Transcript.
"I do my best to bring mankind
higher," ns the elevator boy said, "but
some will keep going down." National
Weekly.
"Say, I've got the hiccoughs. Frighten
mo, won't you" "Lend me a five?"
"Thanks, it's all over now. Burlington
Free Press.
There are two things in this life that
can bo depended upon to stick. A po
rous plaster and a stylographic pen.
iVVui Haven News. "
"Where is the best place to get fat?"
asked a thin housekeeper of a neighbor.
"All over," was the unexpected reply.
Pittsburg Chronicle.
"Law Without Lawyers" is the title of
a new book. That's nothing strange.
Lemonado without lemons has been an
old thing ever since picnics were in
vented. Brooklyn Eagle.
Boy "Father wants three pounds ol
stenk, nnd I will bring the money around
to-morrow." Butcher "Wait until to
morrow comes, bub, and then you won't
havo to make two trips." Judge.
Smith "Have you forgotten that $20
I loaned you, Brown?" Brown "No,
indeed. I've made a note of it." Smith
"Well, if you cannot give me tho cash
I'll take the note." Lowell Citizen.
"Do you hire college dudes to wait on
the table at this house (" asked an elderly
gentleman as he stepped up to the desk
of one of our summer hotels. "Well,
yes, we do, but I'm afraid you're a little
too aged to come under thnt head." The
clerk saw that lie had made a mistake
when ho glanced at the afternoon paper
and saw t hut the Hon. Josiah Jumper and
seven daughters were registered at the
rival hotel. Tid-Bits.
'Come live with me
Down by the sea
Where the mermaids are combing their
tres-os,
Where tlio shining waves kiss
The shore all ! what bliss,
Aud the sunlight the sea-beach caresses."
"1 cannot, nion eher,
Too strong is the air.
'Tis 'nrd," ouee remarked Mr. Eccles.
'"Now, dearest, you know
I (rlndiy would go,
But I'm terribly frightened for freckles."
A'ew York Journal.
Fancy Timber.
"A time will come when lumber will
bo scarce," said a lan e dealer the other
day to a New York Mail and Express re
porter. "This country is settling up so
fas: ttint forests are destroyed to make
way for the fields. The annual supplies
from Maine, Minnesota, Georgia, Florida
and other States will in a few years be
exhausted. Tho lino woods, such as ma
hogany, ebony, walnut, cherry, ash and
rosewood, aro much in demand. Men
who own lands that furnish any of this
fine t'mbcr in abundance are wealthy.
The lumber trade of this city alone is
fk0,00i,000 aunually, a-.d is considera
bly in excess of the cotton trndj. There
is more money invested in the lumber
trade iu New York than is popularly gup
posed. Timber is high, especially the
finest grades. Muhogany seems to have
tho call in demand at present, closely
followed by cherry and ash. Spruce is
picking uj in price and cun bo purchased
ut $17 and Vl'J per cargo, wholesale
rates. The yellow pine found largely in
Florida and Georgia is fast becoming a
great trade Ebony wood has been dis
covered iu large quantities in the Grand
Chacon, a vast wilderness iu tho Argeu
tino Republic. However, that is too far
oil to he of much service to our dealers.
Fine timber is always salable and com
mands good, round prices."
Dog and Chicks.
Christian Toinling, of Louisville,
owned a hen and a collie dog, which
were greut lrieuds. The former recently
hatched a tine brood of chickens, and the
dog watched over tho family with great
care. A few days a;o the hen was killed
n cidently and Shop was much troubled.
lie at once assumed the charge oi the
motherless chicks, got them into his
kennel ut night, where Uiey nestled close
to his shaggy side, aud has since cared
for them faithfully.