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0, F. BOHWEIER,
THE OONSTITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF. THE LAWS.
Editor And Proprmior.
& VOL. XLVI.
MIFFLINT0W1S, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. MAY 25. IS92.
NO. 23.
IN EXTREMIS.
LCCIE CHANDLER MOCLTON.
How can I po Into the dark.
A W!v fniin your rlarpiiiK hand.
Bet mil on a Mailowy Lark
K r t . si ore of in uuk uown land
Your eyes look love ipt nnne:
Your lips are warm n ny moutb:
drink your breath Ilk a wine
Aglow with the sun of the South.
You have made this world vodearl
How ran I en forth alone
In the bark that phantoms steer
To a )Kirl afar and unknown?
The despri ate mob of the dead.
Wllltliej li nt I.- me to and fro.
Or leave n e alone to tread
The path of my liilliilte woe?
Shall I cry. In terror and pain,
For a death that I ra:.not ale.
And cray with a lonulut; vaiu
To the gods that niofik my cryf
Oh, hold me closer, mv dear!
Strong Is your clasp ay strong-,
But fttioni-er the touch that f fear;
And the darkness to come Is long.
Ltpplncott't.
liAliBAttA.
"if any relatives of the late James
Handforr, some time curate of Wids-
ton, te still living, tliey may bear or
something to thctr advantage by ap-
Pii(? to Alessrs. Dodd & Son, Solici
tors, King street..'
Barbara lieed set down the paper
with a jerk. "I wonder if tliat rn-ans
me, ' she ?nid thoughtfully. "My
grandfather's name was certainly James
I land ford and I know be was a curate.
out uni ii oi Known mere was any
mcnty iu the fami'v."
"It you tiiink it worth while go to
Messrs, Dodo & Son and Dnd out."
suggested a sharp-featured, elderly
lady, who was stitching at the table
opposite.
"ur course I will! Why, there may
De Ao, (Hill wailing for me there.'
"Or ! UK ne likely," supplemented
the s Itcher.
Barbara laughed.
"I'd rather think or the thousands,
Mrs. Stewart; they would be very much
more to my advantage.'
I know of souielhlng that would
be more for your advantage than all the
noney you are ever likely to get from
advertisements, If you had but the
good sen-e to see it. ' returned that lady,
significantly.
Barbara flushed as she left the room
to get her clock and bonnet, and set
out for home She was the music mis
tiess in Mrs. Stewart's school, aud bad
been one cf the most promising pupils
In It before that; she was utmost alone
tn the world, except for a distant aunt
with whom she lived; and after school
days en ', It became necessary that
she should do something toward keep
ing up the little household, she bad
been very glad when Mrs. Stewart's
proposal to retain her for the young
girls' music lessons saved her from ap
plying to Kt ranger?.
She was marching down the road,
her head well up, while she argued
the matter out to her own ratisfaclicn,
when some one quietly fell into step be
hind her. The shadow vanished from
her brow like morning mist as she
looked up.
"What are you in such a hurry for?
I could scarcely keep you In Bight," in
quired the newcomer.
It was the sidjeit or Mrs. Stewart's
admonition, her drawing master
clever enough nt Lis profession, but of
his industry and geneial dependable
riess she had n t the highest opinion.
Hot so Miss Barbara, who was fast de
veloping a very warm sentiment for the
good-looking young artist.
"I am going home to deposit my
music, after that I think or making a
journey into the city, to King street."
"King street! that is an expedition."
"Isn't it? But 1 have some Idea or
coming Into a fortune, aud that is the
place 1 am to apply to."
Mr. Lawrence's face showed such
genuine Interest in the news that Bar
bara speedily told him all she knew,
perhaps with a little unconscious ex
aggeration, by way of justifying her
Orst announcement.
"You will be sure and let me know
the result of your expedition?" he said,
earnestly w th a lingering ( 1-tsp of her
band, as he left her at the corner of
her own street. "1 shall 1 most anx
lous to bear, mid no one de. erves such
a fortur.e better than yourself."
The dingy jolting omnibus that con
veyed Barbaia to the city that after
noon might have been a royal chariot
for all she felt of 't. She was absorbed
in bright visions of her coming
greatne.. No more of those Inter
minable practings at Mrs. Stewart's for
herself, no drawing lessons for some
one else. Who could tell but next May
there might be a new member in the
Academv, a new picture to attract all
eyes? No man tied down to mere
teaching could have a fair chance.
Barbara's face glowed with the thought
that it might be her hand that should
set the fettered genius free.
The glow was si ill there when she
turned into King street, and rat' full
agaiust a plaia, rather commonplace
young man coming out of one cf the
warehouses. "Why, Miss Barbara! it's
nt often you find your way to this
quarter, " he said as be held out his
hand. Ii. was a brown, unelovrd hand,
and bora evdient traces of hard service.
Barbaia save the tips of her finKers
rather coollv, contracting It with the
well-shaped, yellow-kloved one that had
pressed hers a little before.
"I came on some business, Mr.
Grant," she said. "I believe there is a
legacy waiting for me; it was advertised
in the papers, and 1 am going to see the
solicitors about it now."
John Graut laughed.
"Well, I hope you may get It, Mis"
Tarbara; for myself, I've never had
much faith in legacies, since I wasted
25 shillings once in answering advertise
ments about one."
"Th it may hav. been a very differ
ent mutter from this,"' veturm a rtar-
b.ira, st illy. "I h. d better not detain
you eny longer, Air. Oram.
"And that is the man Mr?. Stewart
M.ir.k t worth half a dozen of Alfred
T QUI OllCftS said Batfara to herself
as sue wameu imu rir.vno.
S u's fflce. ' It seems to be a necineu
virtue in some people's eyes to nave
coarse hands and shabby coats."
Her face was several snaues longer
clin aim came Ot.l again.
"nd I thot'ght I phould aluios? have
bad'it In uiy pocket by this tiwe," she
said to heiself, ruefully. "Wrll I
must have pa' fere for auouicr .i
-o It is sure to be sei tit d then; only
onlv. I'd like to have fomethlng cer
tain t tell Mr. Lawrence.
Mr. Lawrence svmpauuzeu wnu
- , 1 ... . aa flufinlT ua ftllK
over me at mm .rv .
rli'. witn lursel. when she told him
i n roMi it. or ner vfit. mou""'
Pirbaia was quite Btnuk with
. h uuirapd to enter into all
the
her
'r? did not even alve you an
Idea now much It was likely to be?"
"Not exactly," admitted Birbara;
"but they were so cautious I could
tell by their mar.ner it was a good
deal."
"I don't know If that Is altogether a
criterion. These old lawyei s are very
deceptive sometimes. However, you
can get that paper filled up and sent in
and I would not lose any lima about it,
if I were you.'
John Grant was the next person to
whom she had to explain her non-success.
"Just what I expected, Miss Bar
bara," said he, cheerfully. "One is
never sure of a chance of that kind
till one actually has it. I wouldu't
build upon it In your place."
Tou don't seem to have had a for
tunate experience in that way," retort
e 1 Barbara, ungratefully. "It is only
deferred in this case, and I am In no
hurry for a rew days."
"I)ayBl" echoed John. "A man in
our ollice has waited years, and is likely
to "Vt, fcs far as I can see."
M ". Stewart was another painful
tbor In the pxtb at this juncture.
Barbara, my dear," she remarked
one day, after school was dismissal,
"were you paying any attention
whatever to the practice this after
noon?" The girl flushed scarlet.
"I was beside the piano all the time,"
she declared.
"Your body was there, but your
mind certainly was not. JJi.w, mv
do ir, you must really n.leavor to ut
this unfortunate legacy out of your
head for the present; you have ben Ot
for very little since it was Urat mention
ed. So far it has proved anything but
an advantage to yon.'
Ten days later came the much-looked-for
communication from Dodd &
Sou.
"We are in receipt or Miss Keed's
paptr, and would assure her the mat
ter shall have our best rtteutiou,"
etr
Barbara flung It Into her desk with a
disappointed lace. It wai tediocs to
be obliged to wait in suspense like this.
She would scarcely know how to get
through the time but for Mr. Law
rence's atteution and warm interest in
the up-shot. John Grant's indifference,
not to fay scept ci.-m, on the subject,
threw up his rival's superior qualities
in full relief; and yet there were times
when Barbara felt just a little puzzhd
ttiKt Mr. Lawrence went no farther.
With all bis solicitude and looks that
meant more than words, he never at-w
lutely commuted himself to anytlrng
more binding than the merest friend
ship. "I can't ask him," she said one day
under her breath, as she walked slowly
home after one of these "accidental''
meetings. "But I do wish be would
say straight oat what he means or else
stay away altogether. It makes one
feel unsettled."
Poor Barbara felt more unset' led
still before she reached home. It was
a lovely summer eveniug, and fifty
yards farther ou she was joined by in-
ther cavalier John Grant thU time.
She shiaok back at Orst, half afraid of
tome jesting remark about the legacy,
but she soon discovered that he had
quite forgotten the matter. There was
something else ou his mind, and he lost
no time in sayli.g very straight what It
was.
"I may not be able to offer vou a fine
house aud li xuries," he said, "but I
have saved plenty to be. in in comfort,
and I thnk we might be very happy
together If you would only try. 1 havj
thought about 't for the la-it two years,
and worked hard to be able to tell you
so."
Barbara looked up at him with gen
uine tears iu her eyes.
"I am fo Forry!" she said. "1 never
thought of such a thing at ltast, not
in earnest," as slie remembered sundry
remarks of Mrs. Stewart's. "Besides,
there's lot of other better girls you
might find."
"That is not to the point," he in
terrupted; "it is you, not other gills, 1
want. Try and think of it, Barbara.
I den't want to hurry you, but let me
have a line as soon as you o in ;it means
a good de.tl to me."
Barbara went home in a k!nd of
daze. She had never thought so lilk'h
of John Grant and his straightforward
depeudableness as at that moment; but,
on the other hand, there was Mr. law
rence, with his handsome face aud
dashing manner, and there was a little
undefined sense of iesentment against
Mrs. Stewart, who had always been a
strong, if not entirely judicious alvi
cate for John Grant, and and then
there was this probaMe foitune tlial
might be coming to her. Barbara
looked at the iaeeful evening sky in
sore perplexity as to what slie ought
to do or what she really wished.
"He said be dldnt want to hurry
me." she decided finally; "I'll just wait
and see how things go!"
For another week or two tmntrs con
tinued to go in much the same fashion.
Mrs. Stewart wore a chronic air of dis
approval. John Grant was invi.-lble.
Only Mr. Lawrence was to the fore
with his sympathetic Inquiries, but in
some mysterious way Barbara negan to
flud tbem Irritating rather than natter
ing. She got tiled of giving the same
response, "Nothing yet," and of hoar
inn the same polite remarks about his
concern and admiration of her. They
did not go deep enough.
"If he has nothing uioie than that to
say, he ought not to have said it at ad,"
she reflected, contrasting it half un
consciously with John Graut's very op
posite line of conduct.
At last one Saturday morning, as
she was felt nz out for Mrs. Slew art's.
she met the postman, who rave her a
blue, official looking envelope. Bar
bara stood still on the step, holding
ber breath as she opened it.
"Messrs. Dodd A :on's omplimenfs
to Miss Reed, and beg to Inform her
that Mrs. Elizabeth Drake has ;beeu
proved the nearest of kin, and conse
quently heir-at-law fo tbe 500 left by
the late Mr. James nanarom."
Miss Heed folded up the letter and
put it soberly into her jacket pocket.
She had scarcely realized before how
much she had been counting upon 1U
There was nothing left now but to put
on a brave face a::d make the best of
it.
"Mrs. Stewart, she said, knocking
at the door of that lady's sitting-room,
before she began ber morning practice,
"I wanted to tell jou I have beard
about that legacy at last"
"Will?" Mis. Stewart looked up
from her desk, pen ln band.
"It's not will," said Barbara, try
ing to smile. "There is some one near
er than I am a Mrs. Elizabeth Drake,
she gets It all it was foOO."
Mrs. Stewart laid down her pen and
patted the girl's shoulder kindly.
"Never mind, Barbara; you may be
glad to have missed it some da. it's
not pleasant now. 'ihere are many
other good things in tbe world besides
money,'
"It would have helped very nicely,
though," sighed Barbara.
"No doubl; but it's not to be, 8)
just try and forget It. You know
you are not utteily depsndeut upjn
it."
As Barbara crossed the h.i'l to the
school-room that afternoon she en
countered Mr. Lawreuce. He was
standing at the tabl? buttoning his
light gloves. She saw at the first
glance that Mrs Stewart bad told hi u
of her disappotntm nt She hesitate!
one instant, then went straignt up to
him.
"You see I am not come Into
a fortune after all," she said quietly.
"So it seems,' he said, coldly, not
looking up from a refractory butt in.
"But it was not mucli of a
fortuun,
anyway. I thought It was to
or six times that amount."
"I wish I had never heard
spoke Barbara, looking at
be live
of It,"
him in
scrrnful surprise. '"It has been noth
ing but an upset and annoyance from
the first."
"Y-es, rather a pity disappointing,
and wa te of time, too. Well, I'm co
Ins; info th coiinti f for a few weeks.
Miss Keed, so good-afternoon if 1 don't
chance to see y.u again."
"Good-afternoon," return Barbara,
witn a frigid bow, as she opened the
scliO( l-room door,
A tiny note was dropped into the letter-box
t .i t same evening addressed to
Mr John Grant.
"Lear John," it ran, "I'm not half
good eunuch for you, but if you wish
it-I'll try."
It was not, perhaps, a ureat achieve
ment in the way of composition for a
young laiiy who had lv en under Mrs.
Mewart'8 iMiidant-e for so long, but It
erreCLly satl-lied the jiersou it was
intended for, and much loftier epistles
have often failed lu that respect.
"Mrs. Stewart, that unfortunate
legacy was something to my advan
tage after all," Mrs. John Grant said
ojee, some mouths latter. "I don't
know what Mrs. Elizabeth Drake did
with it, but I do know I would not
change with her. The missing it has
brought me far more happiness than
the getlliug it ever cou-d.'-
WHITE HOUSE FLOWERS.
Mrs. Harrison is passionately fond of
orchids. She not only has them in
profusion about the rooms of the Ex
ecutive Mansion, butstndien.cultivates,
and paints them. The White Honse
conservatory contains over 150 varie
ties of the orchid, numbering in all
perhaps K.OOO plants. Superintendent
I'fistc-r says, that when he took charge
sixteen years ago, there were only half
a dozen species of this flower on the
grounds ot the Executive Mansion.
Mrs. Harrison's taste in the matter
of floral decoration for the White
House is somewhat different from that
of her predecessors. She prefers solid
colors on the table. Site does not want
the roeea mixed. If they are white,
they are to bo all white, and if red they
are to be ail red. Whatever ilower haa
the preference for the day, ita wealth
rnunt be shown in solid pieces, whether
in baskets or bonquets. Tbe limited
capacity of the conservatory prevents
the establishment of an inflexible rule
on this point, bnt the superintendent
makes it his business to understand the
tastes of the President's family, aud
natural j it is his constant study to
please.
Mrs. Cleveland's favorite flower was
the pansy. The ladies have noted witli
interest that inauy of Ruth Cleveland's
first garments were embroidered with
pauHies. Alter 1 'resident Cleveland's
marriage the pansy became a regular
fixture in the White Housp, where
its delicate aroma was always dist n
guishablo. It is still cultivated in pro
fusion, but by no means so extensively
as in tlie years from ISfCi to lhH!.
The old employes of the White
House and the superintendent of the
conservatory recall with interest aud
pleasure l'resideat Arthur's fondness
for flowers. No occupant of the Execu
tive Mansion has shown a greater
knowledge or more refined taste ou the
snbject. It was sometimes amusing to
the attendants aud vexations to the
florists to see the way he would disar
range their floral decorations. He waa
always seeking to harmonize the
colors of the Moral designs. He wanted
flowers in every room, and the best
that could be prodneod. It was not
suflicient, however, that they be sup
plied in profusion. There had to be a
showing of good taste in their arrange
ment on the tables and mantels. Presi
dent Arthnr spent a great deal of time
iu the conservatory. He delighted in
showing his friends over the place, and
pointing out the rare and beautiful
specimens.
The White House conservatory oc
cupies abont an acre of cronnd. '1 hero
are eight greenhouses devoted to tha
growing of plants. The conservatory
proper is divided into two parts, tropi
cal and temperate. The system of heat
iug, lighting, and ventilating is as near
perfect as could bo devised. All of the
buildings are under glass. There are
nearly u.tVH) varieties and aliont 50,0u0
plants. Hundreds of very rare tropi
cal plants are to be seeo, as well as all
tho native or more commonly known
flowers. Just at this time the E.ster
lily is receiving special attention, and
the specimens of this plant are both
numerous aud beautiful. Tha rose
reaches its most perfect state in those
crounds. Ou an average, KM) roses a
day are placed in the White House.
The President gets a basket almost
every morning for his ollice. Occa
sionally the snpply runs short, and
something else is substituted. A tine
basket of roses decorates the White
House dinner tal le five or six days
every week. Each lady at the table re
ceives a half dozen, and each gentle
man a bontonniere.
The appropriation for the White
House conservatory averages abont
$o. 000 yearly. With this sum the sal
aries of three men have to be paid, the
houses kept in repair, and soil and
plants pnrchased. The conservatory,
like the White ilonse itself, is open to
visitors. All tbe children in the Dis
trict of Columbia have the privilege of
going once a year. Owing to the lim
ited space, persons who wish to inspect
it must receive permission to do so,
ami they are accompanied by the super
intendent or a guide. It is one of the
attractions of Washington. Students
of botany and floriculture who come to
the city do not feel that their visit is
complete unless they are able to spend
an hour or two there.
Amelia E. Bark lives in a pretty lit
tle cottage on the mountain side near
Deer Hill, opposite old Storm King,
iln Barr accomplishes the greater
part of her work in the morning,
sometimes in Summer rising as early as
four o'clock to take np her pen. She
ia hwui w ueriTo so income oi fi,wu m i
year from ber novel ' 1
PROPOSAL.
XLIZ1BITB B. FIKLBT.
Lova took a shred ot golden hair.
To string his bow.
Be took It from a maid fair,
Ha told me so.
Love stole a soft glance blue
To serve aa dart,
lie took his aim. His aim Is true.
It pierced my heart.
Love knows a magic word.
My wound to heal.
Some day he 11 turn Into a bird,
The souud to steal.
If you my own sweetheart will be,
Say only. ,-YeV
And Love will bring the word to ma.
My heart to bless.
BIT OF COLOR,
IT MRS. TALBOT OOKH.
Color is just one of those subjects of
which I say to myself 'I really must
not write abont that again." Just a
subject anent which I quite feel for
poor Mr. Dick, who "could not keep
Charles the First's head ont of his
MS.," any more than I can keep color
out of mine! What pleasure "an eye
for color" gives one. I delight when
choosing, say, drapery for a tea gown,
to wauder through a pile of patterns
ont of my "silk drawer." This
"doesn't look bad, "that "takes from the
color of the brocade," but when" the
right one comes I wonder I over even
hesitated over one of the others, so
utterly convincing is real harmony.
The longer one studies color, the
more one realizes how peaceable, good,
i.e., aristic, colors are a fact which
one of my old favorites in wall-paper
way amply illustrates. The ground is
tawny in color, the pattern festoons of
very conventional fruit and, nowers in
red, green, yellow, and brown, tied
with interlacing, fluttering ribbons of
blue!
A terrible description! Yet the
reality is so blended, so lowtoned, and
each color so good iu itself, that it is the
background 1 choose (when "driven
into a corner" by a room of uncom
fortable coloring) to shed peace and
comfort aronnd. I have it (for love of
it, and because it is such a good back
ground for certain embroideries) in my
own drawing-room; and though over
the mantelpiece 1 have made the bold
stroke of a sort of canopy of gold plush
lined with terra cotta Lonis XV. bro
cade, as a shrine for a treasured old
portrait, there is still harmony with tbe
many-colored paper, blue curtains,
terra cotta and gold Ottoman, gold
divan, strewn with many colored pil
lows, eto., because every color is good
to begin with.
But many people.fearing discord, take
refuge iu monotony. "I have lately
done my drawing room with enclosed
yellow paper, gold serge curtains, and
your Golden Drop muslin ones, tbe
Brown Daisy carpet, and a brown-and-gold
brocade suit; but I am not really
pleased with it. What do yon sug
gest?" Now it is safe to predict to begin
with that the paper will be what I call
a i 'mid yellow.anggestiug a sour lemon,
rather than the beautiful "satisfying,"
warm-toned, buttercup yellow.
The carpet will probably be too red
a brown to snit the curtains, which,
agaio, are not on good terms with the
wall paier. There is a wonderful
amount of discord to be had out of
even the same key of eolor.
I remember once, being very
much interested in a poor lady,
with whose possesions I, after much
consideration (for they were poor,
"scrappy," and unlovable, yet no
means wherewith to bay more), decided
a terra-cotta wall-piper would best
agree, tbe wooden dado, etc., to be
painted in the deeper hade of the
paper. Soon after, 1 rejoiced with her
when a letter arrived saying "a friend
was going to have my room done np
for me by a local man; bnt I Bhall keep
to your coloring. " I thought no more
of it; but a few weeks later received a
letter with a bit of marone serge pinned
to a slip of brick) terra-ootta pa er, to
which again was pinned a pale
jjurjy-pink ceiling-paper.
"It does not look as nice as I ex
pected," she wrote. Blinding to this
little flight of fancy of the local decora
tor; "bnt be says the contrast is all
right, so 1 suppose I shall get used to
it." I have often wondered if that
blood-crudling little room used to be
shown as a specimen of my coloring.
But perhaps in no color do people
make such mistakes aa in blue, because
no eolor is so misleading. A beauti
ful blue paper is unrolled before your
eyes, and yon are already beginning to
think if it will go with the blue touches
in the carpet, and how about that new
blue brocade cushion on the sofa an 1
tbe pottery on the mantelpiece, when,
with that well-known and appalling
flop on the floor, down goes another
roll of green turquoise, beneath which
the edge of tbe first paper appears not
blue at all but almost a Wedgwood grey
and the discord at once tells yon that
if the former is yonr choioe, good-bye
to all your favorite touches of turquoise
about the room.
Often and often does one of the vic
tims of such a mistake send me a bit of
this delusive blue lovely till you see a
better one! with the plaint "nothing
will go with it," though as a matter of
tact, it iB beautiful with all shades of
gold, copper, or Indian red.
Of course, the safest way in choos
ing a blue or pir,k paper, for those not
born colorists, is te settle on some pat
tern, say of brocade, which is the kii d
of blue or pink "ambitioned," and
clinging to it through all the bewilder
ing beauty of "the new papers," for
the purpose of comparison and guid
ance. My illustration shows a very
easy method (for those unable
to afford a good overmantel, or
with my own love of some
thing less commonplace), of bringing a
bold bit of color into a room. Let ns
imagine tbe color of tbe room. Tbe
wall-paper is the coppery "plume"
pattern I so often mention, with a sun
shiny yellow ceiling, the paint being of
a rich red-brown, panelled with
"Jewel Effect" leather paper. We call
in the servics of a handy carpenter and
bid him make ns a shaped mantel-board
with projecting round ends and a plain
narrow over-shelf, for the adornment
ot which we furnish him with the con
venient fretwork edge, to be bought
now at a few pence per foot. We then
hang tiny Siam silk curtains, in a rich
coppery-brown, at each end of the shelf,
and paper tbe (brine tbns formed with
the sumptnons-looking "Jewel Effect"
leather paper. The mantel-border, in
the centre only, affords a chance for a
quaint piece of foreign embroidery; or,
it we cannot compass that, of a boldly
executed bit of oar work, or of Lustra
painting in blue ow velveteen to suit
the trlie little curtains, the tone of
which should be the same as the ground
of the embroidery.
The over-shelf we will arrange with
a copper tray from Cairo, a yellow
Moorish pot, turquoise blue Kishi
bottle, etc ; any odds and ends in short
which harmonize with each other, and
with the quaint background.
On one of the rounded ends we put a
big, yellow pot with browny foliage and
golden tulips, on the other a turquoue
vase with spray of greenery. A pea
cocks' feather fan, yellow spot, Indian
red frame, brass lot i, and tiny grand
father's clock in modern marqueterie,
make np a pleasant bit of warm color
to an eye perhaps accustomed to a
marble mantelpiece, gilt-framed mirror,
alabaster clock under a glass shade, pan
ot Sevres candlesticks ditto, the Le n
ing Tower of Pisa in yellow marble,
steel grate and fender, and such like
chill treasures.
Of course, for perfection the eye
should stray down over tiles of plain
greeny turquoise to a beautiful scrolled
iron copper fender, near which gleams
one of the "idealized" copper coal
scuttles, in the which my artistio ey
delights.
MOTHER B'S FICKLUS.
To many women and to very many
men since the war tbe name of Mother
Bickerdyke has been the name of the
modern Madonna, 1 the mother of man,
the woman whose breast has pillowed
more stricken heads aud closed more
dying eyes than any other in all the
world, perhaps.
When Mother Bickerdyke reigned in
her big hospital kitchen at Chatta
nooga she mode frequent visits in an
army wagon drawn by mules to the
country homes and farms across the
mountains, over terribly rough roads
and through deep mud, to gather iu
rations for "her boys."
During the cold winter her hospital
boys did very well, but in March, as
storms drenched the trees aud earth
abont the camp, they sickened and
many died. Some were furlong lied ami
sent North, but many were lett behind.
Eighty thousand I nion soldier had
tramped over the Tennessee mountains,
but only a few remained except the
wounded and sick. Mother Bicker
dyke took to linntsville all who
were left, and she had charge of the
large military hospital. But senrvy
foil wed the dreadful privations of
winter, and nothing could save them
except vegetables, fruits or pickles.
Airs. Porter took charge of the boys,
and the mother started ont for supplies.
She spoke in public halls and churches,
with appeals for her "dying !oys."
She receives gifts of dried fruits in
Nashville; the little children sent her
barrels of potatoes and the aid societies
gave her jellies and canned goods. She
stopped at the Capital on ber way North,
spending a week with friends and beg
ging vigorously.
One day while General Grant was in
Washington on business with the Pres
ident, he was driving with
some
gentlemen on Pennsylvania Avenue
when he saw just in front of the horses,
in tbe street, a sunny faced womnn
waving both hands and calling at the
top of her voice: "General I I sav,
General I"
Tbe horses were pulled np suddenly.
The gentleman who was driving said
hurriedly:
"Who in thunder is that?"
But before the words left his lips the
General, with a smile, leaned out, ex
claiming: "Why, Mother P.ickerdvke! How
came you here? I left you with
the
Army of Tennessee! What do you
want?"
"Pickles!"
"Pickles!" repeated the General.
"Yes, sir, pickles! My boys and
your boys are dying for pickles, and
you're just the man I want to-day! We
need oOO barrels shipped South th y
minute!"
"All right, mother!'.' responded Gen
eral Grant. "Pickles you shall have
and right away, too. Go buck to the
boys they need you!"
"Thank you, General I'll be there.
I've had a blessed trip! Fruit, vege
tables, and now pickles! God bless
you. General!"
The gentleman from the Hate De
partment who ro.e beside him that day
laughed at the whole atlair. General
Grant simply said: "It's no laughing
matter. When Mother Bickerdyke
wants anything it baa to be found, and
that, too. In a hurry. Sherman aud
I fall in double quick when we Lear
her voice. She's worth more to nt
down there than dozens of otlicers,
nurses, or whole sanitary com
missions." And that night more than 500 bnrrcle
of pickled cucumber, onions, I -en us,
cabbages aud tomatoes were shipped
from the Capital by order of Gen. V.
S. Grant, Commauder -in-chief of the
army. M. S.
The rush to get Into now territory
Is equalled only by the haste some
times subsequently displayed in get-
ting out. j
A British officer has la-en studying
orr military and naval resources.
We hope he employs a strong majuti
fying glass. I
It speaks well for any town and
county to have a live, wide-awake
home paper. Such a paper is of josi
tlve value to every fanner and ever'
business man.
Tue Atlanta Constitution lias evi
dently a gofifl-sized delinquent list
It says: "The best alligator linots an
made from the hides of delinquent
iubscribcrs."
CniCAOO has a good many things t
be puffed up over, but she is not pufc
timronmany airs because the dyna
mite bombs used by Paris
anarchtSU
are made in the Windy City.
"JSn.
WAKENINC.
CHARLES WASOINOTON COLEMAN.
Tti broad white curve of the beach.
That lie like a ncnuen arm;
The amorous wives that eem ever a reach
To ktsa It and die a-calm.
And stilt the noverlne kv.
And still the splendid dT.
And the far white sails, rnd the seagull's cry.
And the sun-path over the bay.
Hoar msnv and ipanv a time
Have I questioned the stranded she'.fs.
If they knew. perehane, of the imjiral clime
Where the answer of dreaming shells.
And Btrklnn the water's kiss.
Content have I dreamed alone.
Jn the glorious thrall nt,mt iy like this.
And a wistful want unknown.
Theye speed the out -bound snip.
Here lyeih the sun-hine warm,
with tha spent waves pressing thetreiuyng
hps
On tbe white shore's bended arm.
Then for what t the day mors fairt
Why bluer the depths of spacer
nh tha an n nn tha void nti woman's hair
ih lova In bar yea ber face. J
SHOULD RE ATTRACTIVE
SCHOOLROOMS OUGHT
MADE INVITING.
TO B2
.et Parent and Tearlter I'nlte Thfli
Kn.rt4 in ThU IHnwIlun -That llnl
Sc hool "-The Molding Hoard H um I,
aool OrilrtT
The Schoolroom.
ITTLE children
should be h.ip y iu
6C hool. An effort
should he made by
the teachers and
parents to put then:
into this frame ot
mind. There are
soores of ways in
which this may l.e
done. T he most
suggestive, proh-
jftably, lies in making
tne surrou ml i n g s
nd physical conditions promote the
comfort, of body and mind. Early iu
the eighteenth eentury Itulwer wrote:
"Wherever you see a flower in a cot t ago
garden, or a bird-cage at the cottage
casement, you may feel sure that the
inmaies are Doner and wiser than their
neighbors." The observation hus lo.-t
none of its force. Our environment
singularly shape and control, within
certain limits, our thoughts and feel
ings, and not unfreijui nt ly our purposes
ami actions. We despise shahhy and
neglected surr.iuiidings, ho they walls,
t!iArs. furniture or premises, and storm
and rush through them wilhout feel
ing one impulse of restraint or
re-poet. Their language is Iu a
strange tongue, nnd grates upon
the nerves of sense. 1 hey seem to
have nothing in common with the cur
lent of living events, hut to belong to
things that are useless and have lost
their affinity with life. Put we have a
keen sense of the cheerful. At once we
are in touch with the noblest impulses
of nature when brought in contact with
conditions that appeal to taste and re
finement. Childhood moves along tlie
same piano. ;ive the children plenty
to enjoy through the senses. Let them
freely commune with objects in their
surrounding that are suggestive of
beauty and neatne-s. Encourage them
to take an interest in flowers, plants,
pictures and care of property. Have
plants on every window, u at pictures
on t ie walls, scrupulously clean furni
ture and floors, plenty of sweet, cheer
ful air nnd light, a cozy tone permeat
ing every movement of the seho !.
Seek to make the children happy. Siul
tiply your efforts to endear school-life
to them. Helieve that you have not
disc harged your whole duty until you
hae done this. What tea h r will
stand up nnd say, "Impossible:"
School I orum.
"That Hard Krlionl."
Miss Grey was asked to take the
I school, but they told her that it had
driven out lour teachers in success. on. i
I She was not large, not muscular, just an
ordinary-looking little woman with es
traoid nary will power. She was ad iseil
to "whip those pesky boys the first
chance" she got. Everybody was ready
! with advice. It was really kind of then!.
she thought, and she told them so. Thev
, talked, and she listened. 1 hey went
away just a little bit perplexed. Tliey
hnd told her what t ry should do, but
she had not told them 'Vliat she would
do. It piijues us to be treated courteously.
I not confidentially, by people to whom
we condescend to give advice. Slie
, looked like a person who would be glad
jr advice, but when you grew better
acquainted with her she r. ally had a
provoking, thoughtful, strange way of
weighing your words and looking very
much as if she were weighing vou. too.
I Well, school began. The pupils looked
I for such a teacher ns they were used to;
instead they found .Miss tirey. Stie i
I rang the bell, read tho liible, and ordered i
them all about in a masterful way.
which was a ouiet way a determined
' way a watchful way a thorough way. '
She specified how she wanted the pupils '
i to sit and insisted on their sitting ju-t.
that way: and withal she was so lady
, like and polite to them that they just let
, her have her way. Pay after day.
steadily, the school grew into order,
I and outside of school the pupils had no
nickmi'oes tor .Miss tirey. site was
1 simply Miss (ir.-y.
The school had
. touuu ns mistress
What I iood Order?
The teacher Is sometime so anxious,
for a quiet school that he etherizes the
intellect in order to paralyze the mus
cles, to the end that unlet mav reign.
He forgets that good order is only a 1
means to an end: that it Is iu no sense '
an end; that it is at the best an uiifortu- I
nato necessity, an unnatural condition '
that keeps coltish ehildreu physically
inactive for five hours a day. The end
Is mental feeding and intellectual exer-
cising for growth and development in '
this direction, and experience leaches !
that, the greatest amount of the bent re- I
suits are economically attained by feel
ing and exercising several minds at
once; and such is tho freakishness of
children In the mass that they can
only be treated skillfully when they
are in such physical subjection ns to
be loyal to the commands of a superior.
Whoever has the tact to secure the high
est intellectual activity of the right kind,
without giving special attention to the
stilltie-s of the school, has attained
high art in school management. The
old-f ishioned committeeman, who went
the rounds of the school once a term to
gee how tlie children sat, and wrote a
report once a year to tell the taxpayers
that Miss Z of district No. 5 did not
keep as good order ns M i-s A of No. 1,
whose children did not. move a foot,
s'ate, or Ixiok with the slightest noise,
has found Ids occupation gone, tlood
order is now estimated by good work,
not by stillness; by intellectual activity
rather than by physical inactivity; by
bfe rather than death.
V hi Thrjr I all.
Strange as it may seem, there can he
too much intellectuality in the p. hool -
room. Many a teacher of fine mental
endowments has faile
'nl'r- lTa":?.. """Vl
failed in her chosen
to get down to
II. a riiil.C l.nf llt....,.l niimlj ..f !,., lillU
..a rhil.lrnn do n..t tnlro Lin. lie ..
the abstract, and any knowledge or op
eration above their comprehension is an
abstraction to theui. Ir. Hoot, in his
"Story of a Musical Idfe," tells of a
rrltieisru some of his friends made con
cerning his comr-nsitions. They were
too simple: his talents were capable of
higher flights. So he says, "At last I
thought I would publish a song or two
' kbovo the grade of the "People's Song."
rid he did; and when tho "old question"
ra-s put to him, "Why don't you do
' something better:1" he answered. "Have
rou ever seen or heard 'tlently. Ah,
Uentlv." or 'Pictures of Memory?
, To which," he says, "they would have
to answer, 'No,' and I would sa3-, 'That
is wny i ao not. write something better,
- jou van ii.. Aim ii noun, luitt lie
"should be wasting his time in supplying
tho wants of a few people when he had
the multitude to feed. It is just as
true in the school-room, that the teacher
who would succeed must adapt herself
to tho intellectual capacity of her chil
dren. It is the height of folly to shoot
above their heads or to criticise and
scold them because they are not men
tally acute or perfect lu thelr macpra.
!iL
x ii" ifM'ul milt i ii tiic luia
pupils, and so meeeeds, is one Wh
ulwuys tVeds the many and not th lew.
TV.a Mot. line Hoard.
Much of the molding done in onttd II
lacking in character and purpose: Il
le-s real and illustrative than the f!ni
in mud. We occasionally find a first
class use of the tsmrd, however. Tin
accompanying view is of a molding
board in a kindergarten 5rrs. Carolyn
.M. N. Alden's, Providence taken liter
ally from a photograph. The little onei
make mountains that are genuine in
their eye??. There are rounded hills,
lesser mountains, and a towering peak.
Kutklii'a Toy. ' "
The mot her of John Rusk in was In
every sense a remarkable woman.
Her sou, in slimming up ber charac
ter, speaks of her as "having great
power with not a little pride," and
adds that, she was "entirely conscien
t i uis, a nd a ci msuinmate hi msekeeper."
The In mm rule of Buskin's rnothei
was well-nigh Puritanic in severity;
his toys were few, and bis sources of
amusement limited. He says:
For toys, 1 bad a bunch of keys tc
play with as long as I was capable of
pleasure in what glit tered and Jingled;
as 1 grew older I bad a cart and a
ball, and when I was fi years old, two
Imixcs of well-cut wooden bricks.
With these modest, but I still
think entirely sutllcieiit jxisse.ssions,
and being always summarily whipped
if I cried, did not do as I was bid, or
tumbled on the stairs. I soon at tamed
serene and secure methods of life and
not ion, and could pass lny days con
tentedly in tracing the squares and
comparing the colors of my carpet,
examining the knots in the wood of
I he floor, or counting the bricks iD
the opposite houses.
There were also Intervals of rap
1 ttrotis excitement during the filling
of the water-cart through its leathern
pipe from the dripping iron post al
lite pavement edge, or the siall mora
admirable proceedings of the turn
cock, when K' turned and turned un
til a fountain sprang up in the mid
dle of t he st reel.
I'.ut the carpet, and what pattern!
T could H nd in bed-covers, dresses, ot
wal!-p.ipcrs were my chief resourcea.
ry lEtngt and Their IliwtorT.
The old-fashioned posy ring, which
was once so much in vogue, has re
cently I eeii made the subject ol
a learned discourse before an au
dience of scientific men and wom
en It is an extremely inter
esting bit of jewelry. It has a
history, of coiirsu, Posy originally
meant verses presented with a nose
gay, then came to be applied to the
flowers themselves, and finally le
catne the brief poetical sentiment,
motto, or legend inscribed ukii a
ring for the linger. The words marked
upon these love-tokens were general
ly of a stereotyped kind, such aa
"Vou never knew A heart more true."
)ne which was presented by the
bridegroom bore the suggestive
couplet, "I.ove him who gives this
ring of gold, 'Tis lie must kiss thee
when thou'rt old." A Lady Cath
cart, when alsiut to take unto her
self a fourth husband, inscribed up
on her ring the hopeful aspiration,
"If I survive 1 will have live."
In r.mprt! Maria ThrM'fl Knoni.
An interesting discovery has re
fently been made in connection with
what has been generally known as
the room of the Empress Maria
Theresa at the Castle of Schonbrunn.
Not long ago it was quite accident
ally discovered that the walls were
covered with cloth, and oti the re
moval of his a line old paint ing catno
to light, dating from the beginning
of the eighteenth century, by an un
known master. Prince Ilohenlolie,
the chief court marshal, has given
orders that the picture should be re
stored. The Klrt Lace.
The earliest authentic, account of
ace is aliont the sixth Century, when
high-born Italian nuns wrought it for
the adornment of the sanctuary.
Even before that the English nuns
were fame I for the very open En
glish work, wonderfully lacey in ef
fect. Monks as well as nuns gave
their minds to it. St. Ihinstan him
self did not think it derogatory
to make designs for the convent
workers.
London's Fad.
London's latest fad. the green car
nation, is said to be simply "a cross
between a common carnation and a
paint, brush," a practical illustration
of painting the lily, which Is finan
cially as profitable as the milk-fed
squashes t hev some! inies raise up in
liakota to startle the tenderfoot.
rwd of Itacliclom.
Returns just, published show that
the population of the colony of West
ern Australia on Iec. "1 last was
'.1,2S.- males aud 21, Oil
female.
There are aliout fiOOO varieties ol
postage stamps row used by the differ
ent nations of the wot Id. The Museam
of the lierlin (Ciermany) Postoflice
alone contains a collection of between
4000 and o 'OO different specimens ol
these little colored pasters. Half of
this number are European stamps th
remainder divided among America,
Asia, Africa and Australia.
Self-love Is a principle or action-,
but arson g no class of human beings
has nature so profusely distributed thii
priIlcpie 0f iife amj action as tbrougt
,iq whole St
sen-itive family of genlua.
The Esrl of House's famous Ameri
can nloe, which, on completing the
hundredth year of its existence lost
August, suddenly bloomed into flower
and rose to a height of twenty-three
feet, ana has now further verified the
tradition of its species by dying and
leaving seedlings springing np at ita
base, J
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