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That fields have yielded ample storo Of frill and wheat and corn, That nik'bls of restful blossodnoss Have followed each now morn; That flower hare blossomed by tha paths That love has filled ns with dollR) We offer henrtfolt praise. What shall we any of sorrow's hours. Of hunger and dental, Of tears, and loneliness, and loss, Of long and blttor trial? Oh, lu the darkness have not wo Veen now, resplendent stnrs? Hnvo we not learned some song of faith Within our prison bars? Not only (or the earth's rich gifts, fttrewn thick along our way. Her looks of constant loveliness, We thank our Ood to-day: But for the spirit's subtle growth, The higher, better part, The treasures gathered In the soul The harvest of the heart. , Mary F. Butts. THE LOST THIMBLE. "COCK'S" TUANKROIVINO DAI STOUT. MAN is consid erably out of place at a quilting bee. Of course, all the loneo were Root) to rue, and the hostess miulo n special effort at entertain ment, but it seemed all tbe time as just one more reminder of my unfortunate sex ; my inability to thread a needle, and my ignorance of ''log cabin" and other quilting. Dock recognized something of the came thing. Though it was his own bonne, and though ho was confessedly a "lady's man," the number of them at the "bee," and the unqualifiedly dominant manner iu which they took possession of the premises, 'tamed Lira somewhat; and he was content to retire with me to a quiet plane in the dining room, after the dinner thine bad been cleared away, and there tell m.e a story. "You know that Mrs. Harney they iutrodttcod yon to, a littlo bit ago," be said ; and I admitted that I remem bered her. 1 did in a way. Even as be spoke the woman passed laughing through the room largo of figure, gruoeful, fair nnd handsome, with dancing eyes and a gracious presence, wherever she went. She had left her placo at the blue qnilt in the sitting room and joined herself to the circle, sewing on red in the parlor. "Well," said Dock, "she's Belle, tbe daughter of Chris Chaffee. You ought to remember Chris," Someway, far baok in my boyhood memory, in the fair days when this was my home neighborhood and these people wero familiar figures in life, there was a Chris ChnfToe. I could re member little about him beyond his name,- but that was clear enough. Thirty years may erase muob, but memory holds to the names. Still I funoied Deck had something to say about the woman, aud I told him I re membered. "That woman," bo continued, "will be twenty-four next Thursday. That is. she was born on Thanksgiving night twenty-four years ago. The day of the month changes every year, of course, but they always count Thanksgiving as her birthday. Yes, it was Chris's notion. Ue was an old genius, if you remember him. Well, be was. "You know when Chris was a boy, along about fourteen years old, I reckon, he made his home at Grand ma Ellis's place. You know the farm. Big, old-fashioned frame bouse, tire pluces, and all that. Well, Oraudma Ellis was one of the best housekeepers in the country ; made the best bread hop-yeast bread, you know. And the was a great sewer. When she was married her husband gave her a gold thimble. It as made from a $5 gold piece he earned driving cattle iroiu Ohio to Baltimore long, long ago before there were any railroads. "Of course she prized the thimble. Five dollars whs a good deal of money then ; and, betides, it was a wedding present. She used it off and on all tier lifo after that, aud there wasn't a thing in t ho house the thought so much of. "It was Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and of course it was baking day. Wednesday was bukiug i!ny jut as much as Monday was wash day. Grandma haJ been sewing some buttons on Chris's jnoket, and when she got it done she called him to put it ,m, and then she went out to get her bops aud sculd them and set her yeast. "She kept her hops, just as all the old housekeepers did those days, in u buff that would hold fibnllt half n luisli- ej, ami ithuug lu tho woodbnuso just ' outside the kitchen door. She put in her hand, took up about the right quantity, shook it free from the louse, clingiug bops, uud put them iu a quart cup aud poured boiling water over them. "But the hop bag was pretty nearly empty. That mado her think of tho new croj). Chris bad gathered them itbout a week before, and they were ly ing spread out'ou tho end of the work bench in tho woodhoubu; su she gath ered them up and put them iu the hop bug. I suppose those old women, never run out of bops. The supply might run out by fall, but they uro ulways btoeked up agaiu. And tho bag would last u lifetimo. "While she was setting her yeast rbe told Chris to yo and i-plit sumo kindling and jet the wood ready for a lire in her outdoor oveu. Lord 1 remember that old oven, well. It was mm? A DAI TO BE !!V' Ml (iiMi ' ' '.' I ;.jV.'TtuTVi'tMii tvi n.i 'S.'l'jT.i l.'-';:'!?! IU The Son "Fa, what's that like that for? Looks like mourning." Old Man (with a shuddor) "Perhaps it is, my son, Your mother died on that day Inst year." Truth. of brick, of course, and with an arched roof, plastered and whitewashed, and she was proud of it. And she bad a right to be, for the bread she made there was tbo best in the country. "Chris went to split the kindling and Grandma Ellis went back to her sewing; but Bhe couldn't find her thim ble. No, sir; she couldn't find it any where, high nor low. That gold thim ble! Why, it wouldn't have troublod her much more if the house had burned down. She conld havo lost all the cows or the horse?, or could have borne a drought that destroyed the crops. But that gold thimble, made from her husband's 85 piece and pre sented to her on her wedding day I Why, it almost broke her heart "Of course she called Chris, but he eaid be hadn't seen it. She didn't like to suspect him, but she could hardly help it And when she had looked everywhere else made him come in, and she searched him ; and ho cried and so did she. And they didn't have much fun out of that Thanksgiving Day. "Well, tbe neighbors heard of it, of course. They all knew of the thimble, and they all said Chris might have taken it. Some of them said they al ways had heard he was light fingered. And he left Grandma Ellis along about holidays, and then the neighbors were sure had taken the thimble. '.'But he didn't go out of the neigh borhood. He got another place to live, and ho worked there that winter and the next summer worked there four or five years, I guess. He was a mighty good hand. My father used to say Chris was the best cradler in West Township. Just before the war, when he was grown up, I heard a man say one time if Chris Chaffee hadn't taken that gold thimble of Grandma Ellis's he would be a model citizen. Ob, yes; it stuck to him. It followed him. Y'ou see it's a serious thing in the country for a boy to get caught stealing anything. They never forget it. "Grandma Ellis was awful sorry. She always would say Chris was n steady boy, and willing, it there ever was one. And she would have done anything for him. Lots of times she tried to be friends with him, but he THERE 6TOOD was kind of shy. Tbe neighbors told her she better leave him alone before she was any worse off." "He went into the army when tbe war broke out, and I guess he made a good soldier. Now and then letters came home telling about tbe boys from Marshall County, and nearly al ways Chris was mentioned. When Brazil Bradley came home on fur lough he said Chris was a good pen man, and be might have been an o Ul cer if it hadn't been for that gold thimble. He was a big, fine looking fellow, but of course every one in the regiment knew about that, and it seemed to hurt bis chances. "But he didn't complain. lie just went on and seemed to think if he ooaldu't uu Jo tbtt act hi could at j leas got along without repeating it. He was wouuded one time and came home ou sick furlough and got several re cruits to start back with him. Buo they left him just before they enlisted. Sumo one told them about the gold thimble, aud they said they didn't wtiLt to have any thief pulling them iiruuiid over tbe country. "Wbeu tbe war over Chris came back and bought a farm up here iu tbe thick woods. It seems he had been saving his money all through ths time he was iu the service, and when he came out La hud tuaic-tUiu, ll; REMEMBERED, boarded at Hi Rank's place and cleared up his land. And then he built a house there, and furnished it, and folks joked him a good deal about a housekeeper ; but he didn't seem to find a wife. He always said he wasn't in a hurry, but we all knew it was tbe women that wasn't in a hnrry. "Of course he was respeoted and trusted and all that. His credit was good at any of the stores in town, and if ho went bail on a note it was good anywhere. Ue was quiet and orderly and a good farmer ; and of course no one had anything but kind words for him. Only that old matter of tho thimblo would keep coming up. Y'ou know a country neighborhood don't change very rapidly. And when a story fastens once on a man it hangs there as long as he lives. "I know he used to try and get bet ter acquainted with the women, but when one would go with him a time or two she would hear that story, and hear it from so many that Bbe would quit him. And. he was thirty years old when he finally married. Oh, yes, ho married right here in tbe neighbor hood, and a woman that had known him all her life. She knew the story as well as anyone else did. They made sure of that. But she said she didn't care. She didn't believe it anyway. And they said she had made her bed and she might lie in it. "But I bet you there wasn't a wo man in West Township had a better home than she had. Why, he was a model husband. "And the next year his baby was born Belle, that's now Mrs. Harney in there. Lat 1'vo heard my mother tell time and again about that night. Mother was over at Chris's house, and so were two or three other women. Tbe baby wai born Thanksgiving even ing, 'about 5 o'clock, and along about 8 my mother was Bitting in front of tbe fire holding that fat little girl ou her knees, and talking with the wo men abont people being rich if they are boru late in tbe month, when they heard the front gate open. You al ways could hear that front gate at Chris Chaffee's house. "And tbe dog barked and tbe women sat still and listened, and they heard a stumbling walk along the path, and GRANDMA ELLIS. Chris got up from where he had been sitting by the head of his wife's bed, but before he could cross the room tbe door oponed, and there stood Grand ma Ellis,, with the gold thimble iu her bund. "Yes, sir; that same old gold thim ble that ber husband had ma le from his $5 gold piece, and gave her on her wedding day. "She could scarcely speak. Sho had bilked the day bofore, and bad felt something hard iu the hop bug. But then she had felt something hard in the bottom of that bag fur yer, and never thought anything of it. " ;t this Thursday Thanksgiving Day she had started to till the bag with fresh hops, and had felt the hard substance again, and thought, while the bag was nearly empty sbo would empty it entirely, and f '.ii'.io it out. And when bhe shook it, down amung the chips iu the woodhouse rolled tbas old gold thimble. It bid been fifteen years iu tbe bottom of that bo;j bag. She had dropped it iu tbor-: ! ' d-iy before Thanksgiving, when suu bad finished sewing buttous ou Chris's jacket, and had gone to get hops for her bread." "What did Chris do?" said I. "Chris! Why when be s-iw wliat ! vm, iml ku-v ii'i hiii Vi liu uu f it m-uut, to Urnu Iui i Eili! U just gath ered her up in his arms and carried her to a chair, and told her to never mind ; he knew she would find it some time." "But it is a good long walk from the Grandma Ellis place down to Chris Chaffee s farm, inu t it? said I. "Seven mile," said Dock. "You see she found it along late in the af ternoon. ' Grandpa Ellis had been dead a good many years, and she was hiring a man to work the place for ber, and she couldn't leave home till she had gothis supper. And he didn't want tbe horses to go out till next morning, because he had been haul ng wood all day. He offered to take 'he thimble to Chaffee's for her, but the wouldn't let him. She said she must take it herself. She never could eat or sleep till she did. But she was crying a good deal, and he thought she would put it off till daylight, and then he would give her a horse. "But she couldn't wait, and after supper she started out and walked every step of that seven miles, and cried herself to sleep in the spare bed at Chris's house and slept there till next morning. Bhe didn't live long after that four f five years but she worried over the thimble till she died. I guess she left Chris some money, but I don't think he has ever used it. Ho had all ho wanted when they took that stain from his lip. Tbey elected him township trustee tbe next year. Yes, I guess he was trustee jrhen he died, when Belle, here, was pretty near a young woman." "Well, we're done with tbe red quilt," called a cheery voice from the parlor, and here camo Mrs. Harney Belle Chaffee that was, with fair blonde face and laughing eyes, and lips like cherries, and a large, fine figure, with a grace of movement and a charm of speech that are rare among women. "Where's yonr cat, Dock?" she de manded, brimming with mischief. "We must toss tbe cat in the red quilt. It wouldn't be a complete quilting if we didn't toss the cat." "I'll get the cat if you'll show me your thimble," said Dock. And she handed him a rather large but thin and much worn thimble, made of gold and marked on the inner rim with shallow traoes of what had once been the inscription : "Wedding gift Ella Ellis 1815." She looked in my eyes and know I had heard her father's story. And she took tbe thimble again and said : "It was my birthday present from Grandma Ellis Thanksgiving night ob, ever so many years ago." And then she carried her smile and her laugh and her gracious presence among the women again a perpetual Thanksgiving wherever she went. The American Tlianksiriug. Thanksgiving is purely an Ameri can holiday, original in conception and growing from a small beginning until it bos roaebnd tbe dignity of a National event. Its first celebration was by tbe Plymouth colony in 1621 those sturdy pioneers whose piety was as pronounced as their pluck, who honored themselves by honoring their Deity. The custom soon beoame more general, spreading over all the New England States. After tbe revolution it gradually extended to the Middle States and later to the West, growing more slowly in the South. In 1803 Linooln forever established it iu the list of holidays by proclaiming a day of Thanksgiving, his action being promptly followed by the individual proclamation of tho Governors of the States, who named tho same day. Since then, by common consent, the first announcement of the day is found in the President's proclamation, aud the day so named is also named by the btates. In many ways Thanksgiving is one of our most delightful events. It i comes at a time when the rigors of I winter are not yet at hand. We have at our disposal all the varied products of tbe soil, and the time for a season of partial reot for the farmer is at hand. One of the most delightful features, which has become quite general, is tho gathering together under the old rooi'tree of all the scattered sons and daughters ou this day. Two, three aud sometimes four generations thus meet around tbe festive and hospitable table of the old homestead, aud thus fraternal ties are strengthened and filial piety encouraged. Another and not less commendable feature of this holiday is a practical benevolence which has become very notable. 1 oor people, to whom i good dinner is a rarity, are hunted out, aud in an unostentatious way are helped to properly observe the day, so far as its festive features aro con cerned. The siek and sutleriug are remembered in varioun ways. Tho homeless are, for the duy, made mem bers of some hospitable household, where tbey can join iu tbe pleasures. Altogether, this is perhaps its best feature. There is nc pleasure so last ing, none which affords such real joy, as that which comes to us from tbe knowledge that we have dono a real kindness to some of the suffering children of earth iu some way alleviated their sorrows or eased their paius. Last, but not leat, tbe devotional spirit which is tbe impelling motive of the day, is encouraged aud devel oped, wo learn to be more contented with our lot, thankful for what we have and hopeful for the future. American Agriculturist. Tlianks-lviii,' Day Exercise, Perloy "Hullo, Jinx! going to take Thanksgiving Duy off?" Jinx "Yes. (iuiug to devote it to utbleties." 1'erley "(iood. or f.iOtbull?" Jinx "Xi.iluer. Whutkind? Golf I going to carve "e!f,lor ten people. j oa ; Jlur;. ..: THE TUP.KEY'3 IAMEHT. I wish I was a little mouse, I do not care how tiny: I wish I was a little cloud, I would not care huw iaw"t .--Nr-V;!""' :r TV- I wish 1 was a horse, a cow, A katydid, so shiny; Oh, anything this time of year Except a healthy turkey ! Tlinnksgirlnir. In what penury, what hardship, what sense of exile, what darkness o: bereavement, what dependence upon the Divine hand and gratitude for its bounty, wero tbe earliest Thanksgiv ingskept! The story of the Plymouth colony can never bo too often recalled by Americans. For uncomplaining fortitude, for sturdy endurance, for strength that know no faltering, for splendid faith and undaunted heroism, that story has ncrequal on the page of history. Many delicate women died in those first years, but we never read that they weakened in courage while they lived. Tbeira was the underly ing might of a purpose which had its root in principles ; and whoever may celebrate the Pilgrim fathers, women should forever keep green the mom ory of tbe heroic Pilgrim Mothers. We like to think of the group which assembled at those Puritan dinner ta bles in tbos3 fur away days. Tbe harvests were reaped ; tbe churches and tho school-houses were built; the children were brought up in the fear of God. In tbe cold meeting house on the top of the nearest hill there had been a long service, prayers, psalms, sermons, and all of a 'generous prodi gality of time to which we in our re ligious services of to-day are strang ers. Then came tbe unbending, the lavish dinner, tbe froho of tbe little ones, the talk beside the fire, when tbo parents drew upon ths reminis cences of fair England, or of Holland by the sea. Many a trothplight was spoken in the twilight of Thanksgiving Day. Youths and maidens then, as youtbs and maidens still, met and fell in love. Tho beautiful story which never grows old was told by the ardent suitor to the blushing girl in the Puritan home, as in our households yet. "Long was the good man's sermon, But it seemed not so to me, For he spake of Ruth the beautiful, Aud then I thought of thee." After all, the world changes little in essentials as time passes. The girl will wear her blue or ber orange a few days later this year, but on Thanks giving day, as ou all Days, her lover will find his sunshine in her eyes, and ber favor will be his highest incentive to manliness and nobility. Harper's iazar. A Tliiiiiks';iviii (Jaiiie. The game proceeds after this fashion A map is held by tho judge, usually a erowu person, or an older child ; then, two ohildren are chosen and placed in separate corners.. Says the judge: '.Now, Carrie, you represent New xork in that corner, und Richard, you are iu Moscow, im prisoned; you want to get away and reaob home by Thanksgiving Day, You have got from behind tbe walls but what is your directest routo home?" Then Richard has to toll each sea, oountry and ocean he crosses to get borne fur tbe turkey aud cranberry sauce. If he can't do it successfully, he must remain right on the spot on the tlour where he stopped until he thinks out his escape. Other members of tbe gamo are placed in prison at various parts of tbe couutry. The favorite jails are now located in China aud Japan on account of the interest in the war. A leading question is "if you were put iu a Yukohama prison, how would you got baok to Pekin?" Soon the room becomes filled with prisoners, alltrying to get home; half of them are "stalled" iu tbo center trying to think of the boundary line which brings freedom, others are just leaving tbe prison walls. When tbe game has been played frequently, those who join in get very fumiliar with the junction of countries aud learn mauy straight lines and clever jumps that bad not uppeared feasible bofore. Eur those who are nut quite conversant with geography, easy tusks are given ; for instance, to be placed iu a Paris prison and find th'.'ir home to Boston. Some large games uro to be ar ranged for Thauksgiviug parties with favors for those who coino out of tbreo prisons successfully. Turkey. 1 iug drawcth nigh. The day of fens And scores of Ci;!t one tlu;tV y And etillf it f Willi fruttsand be Au I a id pru-e X urievs soou must die. r ii and sweet and fat. . J II of this and that. rii'? sauces iiiako . vc.--nud pies aud cukes. Ask friends and Aud spend Thau Lot not the car but llll euidi it Iv ,r indred all to come skiving at your home. s of lifo distress, J 1 with buppiuuis. Uivivo tbe ju T Aud for tli I of youthful days, bles.-iugs ol!'r prais Keusimahtc Aid. "I would like to make your last hours comfortable," reni'irked tho Humorous) Man to tho Thauksgiviug Turkey; "what euu I do for you?" "Tiiauks, uwfully, " answered the Thanksgiving Turkey; "if you will I'liiiish tbo ebi'-tuutn, I'll do tho i .-l. "Detroit Free. Pres,i. WM SCIENTIFIC AM) INDUSTRIAL. Mail bags -in now be taken on and delivered irotn trains running at sixty miles an hour. The effect of electric currents on German silver and alloy of gold and silver is to render those metals brittle. Tbe nervesof warm-blooded animate, says a scientific authority, telegraph information to their brains at tne rate of about 150 feet per second. The Greatest transmission of power by a wire rope is at Scbaffhausen ; by means of it COO horse power is trans mitted to a distance of a mile. Sir William Turner has compiled a table which Bhows that a whale of fifty tons weight exerts 145-horse power in swimming twelve miles an hour. Platinum has been drawn into smooth wire so fine that it conld not be distinguished by the naked eye, even when stretched across a piece ot white cardboard. Wheat can be grown in tbe Alps at an elevation Jof 3G0Ofeet; in Brazil, at 5000 feet ; in the Caucasus, at 8000 ; in Abyssinia, at 10,000; in Peru and Bolivia, at 11,000. Fruit cools the blood, cleans the teeth and aids digestion. Those who can't eat it miss the benefit of per haps the most medicinal food ou nature's bill of fare. A chemical torch, which ignites wbeu wot, is a novel German invention. It is intended for life-buoys, which ore thus made visible nt night when thrown to persons overboard. A match cutting machine is quite an automatic curiosity. It cuts 10,000, 000, a day, and then arranges them over a vat, where the heads are put ou at a surprising r.ite of spaed. The German (loternmsa' has just purchased an clectrio fla designed for night use. The Ha? is four metres square, and tbe design is traced iu colored eleotrio lamps, which are lighted by a wire from tbe desk. A process that is claimed to render thread and fabrics absolutely non surinkable basbeeu devise I by Messrs. Mathelin, Floquet and Bonnet. Tbe old alumina or sulphate of alumina process is combined with treatment with carbonate of soda solution and the use of steam. To iU fixing prop erty the steam adds tho advantages of increasing the degree of solution of the alumina Baits, and of removing all greasy feeling of tho treated fabrics. Ingenious Adverlisiu?. A citizen with a swollen jaw was hastening along ono of tbe principal streets of tho city, when a sign iu front of a tall building caught his at tention. It was as follows : "Painless Extraction Of Teeth Free." He stopped long enough to note tho number of the lloor ou which tho business indicated by the sign was cur ried on and then hurried inside and made his way to tbe dental parlors. "Is this the place where you pull teeth without pain free?" he inquired. "Yes, Bir," said one of tho painless extractors on duty. "Well, I've got a grinder that's been giviug a good deal of trouble. I wish you'd yauk it out." The suflerer took bis place iu tho chair aud openo I 1im mouth. Tio operator, after applying to the swollen gum a puugout lotion of some sort, speedily relieved him of the odouding molar. "Thanks," said the caller, clunbiu j down and picking up bis hat. "That will be tifty ceuts," rem'irke.l the dentist. "Fifty ceuts?" echoed tbo other. "I thought it was free. That's what you told mo a miunte ago, uud it's what you say ou your sigu. " "Just so. Did it hurt you any?" "Yes, it hurt a little." "That's right. Wo do our piiulev? extracting fre, exuotlv as we claim. When it burts we chirj;o for it. Fifty cents, please." Chicago Tiilmue. Revolution in the Industrial WurU. Chauge of fashion h is eiusel m:my revolutions in tlu industrial world. In the days of criuoliuo aud flounces tbe manufacturers of hoop-skirts con stituted uu iuijiurtaut brauo'.i of the industrial commiiuity. Wbeu fashion ordained that women should dress more seusibly those who ma to a liv ing by making huop-.skirt were thrown out of employment, and were compelled to seek other means to earn their bread. In very recent years a caprice ik fashion bad tbo effect of disturbing ajd for a time practically unuihilitiug an industry th'it gave remuuerunvj employment to thousands, it was an edict that issued from the i-aluus o.' Frauce abont a dozen years ago pro hibiting the use of o.-tricU fctthers as un article of adornment for the huts of women. As tbey had been iu u'. most universal use before, feather curling hud become a reeogui.el branch of skilled labor, iu which a greut uuinbor of girls wero engine'. The establishments that employed them were forced to shut do u ou ac count ot tbe change of f.ishiou, aud they were left without au ojcupitiuu. But it was only fur a time. The wliirl gig of fushiou has again glided into tho forsaken track', uud tho leather curlers have ret urued to their b.-nches. New York N'ewc She Owncl I ic f all-. George Forbes, the engineer of the Niagara Electric Company, says hi ouoti lived iu u house beluugiug ti one of tho Porter family, who have long owned mcst of 1ih property Utiir tlu fulls. A Miss li ti r was ime travel ing iu Europe, und ut tne iuble u'hoic her ueighbur uud : "O, i f you tt i e u i American 1 suppose you hve uvu V agara Fulls? " Shu i urue.l to In r in -ipurer aud lixing him with her ry. s .n, eaid : "1 own them ! ' S.ui I'mii j ,im Argonaut. OMNIA MUTANTUR, 1795. A drowsy drone-, A garden sweet; And, all alone. In klrtle neat, Bo deft and prim. To guide tho reel. With sunshine In her dove-like eyes, The maid Friscilht daily pile- Her whoel. ISO"). A noisy str"r. Or lane or park. Whore cyclists meet, By day or dark; In bloomers clad. From head to heel,' And resolution in her eyes, The modern maiden deftly pllei Her wneet. Monroe II, IWse mfelJ. ni'MOR OF THE DAY. ilie peculiarity of good inusio is that it seldom sounds so. Puck. Steam is au insolent servant, for it often blows up its master. The Waterbury. He (in tbe drapery line) "Er haven't we met'before?" She "Yes, on the last remnant day." St. James's Budget. ' She who can successfully minago a hired girl is better than she who a I dresseth the multitude. West Unioc Gazette. Mamme "Johnnv, why don't you eat your oatmeal?" Johnny (who , has been visiting) "On, it tastes so economical!" Puck. "Take away wornau," fhoulod tbe orator, "and what would follow?" "We would." said a mau at the bask of tbe audience, promptly. Tit-Bits. When people full in love to-lay, And all is rivalry and mirth. It's two hearts with a sinylo thoiu'jt: Oh! how much is the other worth? ruV..-. Watts "Did you ever know of auy one dying for love?" Totts "Ono I knew a fellow who starvi I to death otter being refused by au heiress. "- Indianapolis Journal. v , . ... Mamma "Willie, wboro arc thoso apples gone that wero iu tho store room?" Willie --'They are with tho gingerbread that was in the cupboard." Pittsburg Bulletin. "How vain you are, Ellle, loading at yourself in the glass." "Vain, Aunt Emma? Mo vain? Why, I don't think myself half as good looning as I really am." Punch. Daughter "Ma;n:n.i, if I must write to Mr. Bray about his extortion ate bill, should I say 'De.ir Mr. Bray'?" Mamma "Certainly, unler the oiroumstancos." Tit-Bit-. . "Hello, Jasmnn, whore are you liv ing now?" "Vith my wife, of course." "And where is your wife living?" "Oh cr why with her father." Cincinnati Tribnme. From each the solemn statement c vuo.5 On highway and on byway; There's but oue way to run mis o.uth, Aud that, ot e jarse. Is ".in w.iy." -Puck. Au Important Point: Tbo Deacon's; Wife "I hope you have boou c.vreful about tbe new minister's qualifica tions?" The Deaoon "Yes, we mado him define exactly whit he meant by 'a few words.' " Brooklyn Life. "I want to get out nt Fletcher street," said a small boy tj a street cur conduotor tbe other nilit. "Vh'it do you say?" asked tlrj eouduetor, not understanding what ho said. "Please," responded tho youngster. Hushing slightly. Lowell Citizen. Said an uu'M'Mit spinster IHle.j As she with her escort stool While tho ruin iu torrents fell: "This reminds tne of the Hood.' "Oh," said lie, ill a" -outs brave, "What a memory you have! ' D.'troit Free Press. Elsie "Yes, dear, my hiiibaul is a doctor, and a lovely fellow ; but ho is awfully absent-minded." Ada "In deed I" Elsie "Only fancy! Dur ing tbo marriage cereiu.iuy, when ho gave mo tho ting, ho felt my pulso and asked mo to put out my tougtio." Ada "Well, bo won't do tho bitter again." Tit-Bit'. "Smith is walking around to-day us if ho wero walking ou eggs." "Ho needs to." "What ails him.'" "Why, lust night after ho had gone to bed ho remembered that he should have taken sumo quinine capsules, llo got up iu the dark and took 'em. This morning ho discovered that bo In 1 swallowed throo tweuty-twu cilibcr revolver cartridges. " Chicago R-.tcord. Peculiarity ol III' Mo i.iu,- Itii-il. The most remarkable thing about u mocking bird is its way of luyiur out u range, iu the uuttitnu it goes South aud establishes itself on a picoo of grouud that will yield berries uud other food enough to l ist until spring. The tract is determined with as much accuracy as a mining prospector would use iu stukiug out a claim. Perhaps it muy bo only fifty yards sijuurc, and it may have a length and breadth ot us much as lot) yards. Tho space de pends mainly upon the fou l supply iu sight, but the mucking bird is a grout gluttou aud wants ten times tin' quan tity that would be iicivssiiry to kco; him alive. Having laid out his r.iuge, tho uuer will defend it with his life, aud uu other fruit eating bird is al lowed to enter it. C'hie:i;o Times Heruld. A king's Irresistible Aiu incut. Frederick the Great's father w is iu the habit of kiekiug tho sinus of those who differed from hiiu iu argument. i One duy ho asked u Courtier if ha ugreud With bun ou some discusseit point. "Sire," he returned, "it is iuiposi blu to hold a ditt'crcut ui iuiou from at king w ho has such strong convictions) uud wti'i'J mioli tbiek bouts. " Ar'u. uuut.
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