SnlieL ail j p III II IKItilL H UHWEIEK, THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. )L. XLVlf. MIFFLINTOWIN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JANUARY 11. 1S93. NO. 4. X X ? 1 THE OLD YEAR AND YOUNG YEAR. BY BORA PERRY. I. FaM th yrar that was old, I am cold, am cold. And my hreath hunirs fast on tiits witl Witit'-r blast Vt this tbankles nceinbr; Alt who will remember i shivei ins ko, 1 lit warmth and the glow '1 1 aroie like a tlme V lifii 1 came, when I came? I'nr 1 Ltiouutit In my hands i i 'I'm I I'H.iHii lands, m-mi mfn. ami Hie schemes 'I l it w re faiier thau dreams. Ah n-ver a kmu t if a t wrire month, will bring Purit spiiMidor of treasure n in tit stmt or m ensure, A 1 brought on that day ' riintii'tiant aud gay. Hut yLt-i, and alas, in wilt ihii.k as 1 pa, 1 wa oD' P uav and bold?" ihe eai ttiat was old. II. S.iid the year that a young Aud hi lijiht laughter ruug "Coni. bid ni at u cheer, J'or I bring with me here Mi --h tr i f ti as the earth N'Vt saw till my birth; A 1 h hir-re of life, Jl'u'ht loyally rife With the plan and the schemes i 'f the world's highest dreams. 1 h.-ii Hope's challee filled up 1 -i itir Unni of the cup, .t us li Ink to the pat, J I f ior t'itiful past," . iT; ih! year that was young, inle his I it lit laughter run. A COMPLETE LETTER WRITER. BY JESSE 0. JOT. Mr. Kigbtlines was in love with (tr.;ro Eilgnr. There could be no doubt about it, for that gentleman 1 in. oI f admitted as much, and he vis not n man whose conclnsions were de v ii j e.l prematurely. Indeed, one delect iu Mr. Uigbtlinex's churacter, ; ce. rili! to iii h friends (and who kv your "rst faults as yonr best lnenJs do? was his want of spontane ity. J 1 In Id a very respectable position iu a bank, and was accurate and con scientious to a degree. Besides, he liii l r. ;r.!ur features, good morula, and i. j.;md salary, and as lor his clotlieB, they Here nl ways well made and prompt. y paid for. Miss Dolly Trem I i r, i.n experience! sumruer and win t;i girl admitted with a sigh that Mr. l;Ul,!l.iit s l ad scarcely a redeeming fault; u sarcasm, which, considering its source, must still be set down to his credit. "All Hint Kightlines needed to make him perfect wus. a vice or two,'' re minded Broadbent, a fluent, vulgar U i 'v, whom Mr. Itightlines detested. Mi. .1.4- how people conld put. np with t!mi .. ii, i'u i yet, he was aggravat i.'. h .-ni-ressfiil ci.d pro .pcrous, and actually re lin e 1 t thrust his atten tions o Miss I .d .:.. Of cjure, she ki.ew their real alius. 1 his was one day when Mr. Right lines was leaving the hank, his hat, cane and overcoat being carefully adjusted as usual, for he was very particular about such matters. lie had walked up ltroadway some distance an after noon "constitutional" was also one of his habits pondering in vain for some ideal form of the momentous ouestion. How should he ask Mies F.dgar to marry him? The subject pressed so heavily upon him, that by the time he bal reached Union Square, he wonder ed how any one did "pop" the ques tion. And then, Grace Edgar was no ordinary girl although what girl is "ordinary in the eyes of the man who ha made her his supreme choice? Mr. Itightlines did not think of this how ever, beirg as delightfully unoriginal us are mo't lovers, tmt followed up his fiii Lt ascription to her perfections, a sort of devotional service which had b come his habit of lute. The string of I is plearant fancies nrns nnpleaautly snai ped by a slap on the luck. Some people never will ! uve at i i ect for a man's sliould'T- hlades, i lie knew that Broad'jent was 1 t 1 j l t i -1 him before he turned aronud. "Hello, ill man! What's your un usual hurry?" Mr. ilicr! times mumbled some word of n co .nitioL. "I tell von what it is, sonny," con tinued Broa lbect, with odious insist ence, "you're in love; no ne to deny i, for I've got eyes in my face, and know most of the symptoms. Some people it affects very badly, spoils their appetite and makes 'em grow thin and bilious; but with me, now, it is r:t;!it the opposite. Why I've gained pounds since first consuming love be g in to gnaw at mv vitals!" Locking arms wilh itightlines, and dropping into Lis most confidential and cott er it.-d ii. aimer, ho continued: "Now, I'll tell you who is my soul's present idol; you were always close as a clam, and so don t expect any return of my confidence." lie spoke the name almost in a whisi er, but quite loud enough for the oth.-r to hear. "i irace. Kdar!" lie almost shouted, "why why, she won't have you," he ci: i i l iu sheer amazement at the fel lou s Mudaeity. "Won't she my boy? Well, we'll tee about that. That girl is a daisy, and no mistake, and 1 don't pretend to be one-hundredth part good enough fr her, but Tommy llroadbont is not the n in to miss anything for want of a-k- iif . " Mr. liightlines was dnmb. The pre Mimpiiou of thit fellow Broadbent simply bereft him of utterance. He parted from him presently, making Kome excuse to escape down a side s'r et, and went home to dinner and hi- rejections. lUinembering with more ardor than ori 'iuality that faint heart ne'er won a fair heiy, lie wisely decided to put hi? lute t once to the test, and then fool i; My spent a week poudering over the 1 roper 'opening," so to speak, for his pi opes d. Htj coaposed three forms of address, with Variations to suit time and phicc, and which might be classi fied ahont as follows: the dignified, the pnss;oniite, the familiar and off-hand. Ho was more than doubtful concerning the lust, and would have preferred the hrbt to the second, but that would de pend. Anyhow, it was well to be pre pared, and ho often dramatized the del cate tcene, endeavoring, with the ccrtiOi ure of hi3 sex, to' imagine his feelings when sho returned the right orser. And how many men ever con sider the chances beforehand of get tiCi; ihe wrong one! i nto favored him the following fort n: t?l t, anil he might have unburdened himself of twenty declarations to Miss tdi.r without let or hindrance from any outside sources. Kivals there were , none, all the Broadbents were extinct, apparently, ajd he spent transcendent half-hours id her presence! only to reaa in tne steauy ngnt oi ner gray yes, the utter folly of his prepared orations. She was more charming than ever. Itightlines fall deeper into love: ra-read his fiction for the best models of conrtship, bnt fonnd nothing to fit hia case. Then it was that the fatal idea came to him to write his declara tion. This was late one night when he came in after a reception, tired, somewhat excited, and when he should have gone directly to bed. fle opened his desk instead and rapidly penned a proposal, read it, tore it np, wrote another, tore that up, and bo on half a dozen or more. What worda were worthy so divine a oreaturel Poor Ilightiines was very deeply in love, way down in those depths where formal and proper people generally flounder when they do make the plunge. Bleep and appetite fled, he chilled or flashed at the utterance of a certain name,and his last trial balance was nearly a total wreck. No further ideas would come to him and the ink waa dry upon his pen. Looking np to the trim rows on the bookshelves, he espied between their handsomely embossed backs, a thin, cl h-bound volume in yellow covers. It was evidently a straggler, well-thumbed and somewhat ragged, a veritable book tramp, which had passed from hand to hand, and now, by some chance found itself among the morocco-bound respectabilities of Mr. Kightlines's bookcase. lie took it down mechanically and it proved to be a "Gentleman's Complete Letter Writer." Oh, the fatal facility of those epistlesl The temptation was too great I Blanks were conveniently left for the names, which he filled np, so that the letter which Grace Edgar received the next day only to think of it read a follows: Jear Mist Kdgar Knowing by this time, as you must, of the high esteem with which 1 have ever regarded yon, 1 trust that the confession which I am now about to make will not be alto gether unexpected or unwelcome. The feelings which your presence excite in my breast make longer silence impos sible. I love you, my dear Miss Edgar, with the tenderest and truest affection, and should you look with favor npon my addresses, I hope you will find in me one not altogether unworthy of your highest regard. One word from you wi.l ruiBe me to the heights of unutterable falicity. Will yon not ntter it? Anxiously awaiting yonr re ply, which I trust will be favorable to my suit, I am, my dear Miss Edgar, your humble and devoted admirer. Emokv. J. Kkihtlixes. After mailing this epistle, which he did that very night, our lover went to bed and dreamt that he was buying a ten pound silver 'water pitcher as a wedding present for Miss Edgar, who was shortly to marry lorn Broadbent, and that the bill for the pitcher got all tangled up with the figures in his ledg er, and then the president of the bank told him that he mnet either stop copying his love letters in the letter press book or resign. Miss Edgar always answered letters promptly, her manners, epistolary and otherwise, being good, and Mr. liight lines "anx'ouslv waiting did not last long. Two nights afterward her somewhat familiar handwriting lay beside his dinner plate, though he restrained himself sufficiently to com plete his dessert before learning his fate. "Dear Mr. Rightiines," the deli cately-tinted and perfumed sheet would treinHe a rttle, "1 Lave just received vour letter, and hasten to express my thanks and appreciation of the compli ment pant me. nile deeply touched by it, the present state of my feelings is such that I caunot reciprocate your affection, and must therefore decline yonr gentlemanly and highly flattering offer. Trusting that the propriety of this decision will reconcile yon to whatever may be temporarily painfal in its character, I remnin. Cordially and candidly youri, "Grace Edgar. Mr. Bightlines pondered this short missive for several days. He was a serious, rather dry young man, bnt slightly addicted to humor, and quite incapal le of a practical joke. Still, these lines read familiarly, somehow, and that nieht he again took down his "Letter Writer." How the book ever landed on his shelves is a mystery to this day, bnt there it was, and he opened to "Proposals of Marriage, Form No 1." That was his. "Keplies to Same, Form of Acceptance No. 1." That, alas! was not hers; none iu that set. "Form No. 1 for Refusal." There it was, snre enough, word for word, just as she had copied, only with his name filled in at the blank spaces. The discovery ha dly gave him much pleas ure, and the "Complete Epistolary Gnide" might there and then have ended its days, did not the thought come to him that "she," such magical power of association has love, must possess one like it. He did not see her again for a long time afterwards, excepting at "long range," bnt con soled himself as best he might, and resolved some very good resolutions. That he would never again propose after any of the forms of the "Guide," he was certain, and this time he burnt np his "Letter Writer." He would never write a proposal again either, and, lastly, he wcnll never propose again anyway. And this last resolution probably gave him the most comfort of all. A heart permanently broken may, after all, be a source of great satisfaction, especially when its owner has decided that no amount of tinker ing will ever repair it, and so gives himself no further trouble in the mat ter. Then minor told him, with several of her varied assortment of tongues, that Miss Edgar was engaged: of course it was to Broadbent, and after that there was nothing left for him bnt to settle down to comfortable and help less misery. But one memorable evening they were to meet, and Air. Bightlines' resolutions vanished. Really, he was a capital fellow, thickly veneered witn formality on the outside, but with good, solid, hard-wood virtue under neath the veneer. The hoar and the woman had come. "Miss Edgar," he said, quite di-; rectly, and without preparation or' preface, "I love you!" Simple say-, ing this, and yet, when said, what '; myriad heart-strings has it not touched , to celestial music! "Ah, indeed!" and he color deep ened slightly, "I was not aware of that before now." "I told von before!" "When?'' "Why, my letter, you know. Yon answered it." "Tour letter? Yon didn't write me any letter!" 'Most certainly I did, although it was not my composition, I admit." "Oh, you mean the letter copied out of a book, which yon signed and sent me. Happening to own the book, I was able to identify it at once." "The sentiments were mine even if the worda were borrowed." "1 am afraid yon are toe late," "It's Broadbent then, I suppose?" "Who said anything about Mr. Broadbent?" "Yon don't love him?" "So I told him last evening." "Then there is a chance for mf still?" "Not if you continue to use quota tions. I am rather particular to havr my proposals first hand." "Well, your letter wasn't original either, as for that." "And I oopied it so very neatly, too. Didn't you like it?" "No!' "Let me see it?" Mr. Rightiines extracted the noU from the inner recesses of his pocket book, where it still survived his fixed intention to destroy it. Miss Edgar gravely perused the paper, although her eyes had already begun to sparkle when she said: "No wonder you didn't like this. I copied the wrong form. I most have been thinking of Mr. Broadbent at the time, or may be, I got 'em mixed up, and so wrote 'yes' to him instead ot no.' Dear me, how dreadful! Though come to think ot it, now, I remember that I replied to his ques tion verbally." She flew back to the library, buried herself for a few mo ments in a huge roll-top desk, from which she emerged with another writ ten sheet. "Here, Emory, she said quite rad iantly, "is the letter I intended to copy and send you: "Aft Drnr Mr. Jlightlinea, I have just received your letter, and can scarcely find language adequate to ex press the emotions which agitate my soul. You say that you love me, and, although blushing to myself to own it my heart has long been yours. Words fail to convey the happiness and diffidence with which I ought to make this confession. I know that you will think none the less of me for this unpremeditated avowal of my attachment, and remain "Ardently and affectionately yonrs, "Gkace Edoab." They both laughed heartily over this, and, although married, laugh over it still. And yet something glis tened suspiciously on the paper, for they remembered the seriousness of the oompact, and when Mr. Rightiines got home that night, he unfolded the letter from bis pocket where his heart had been beating against it, and kissed the little blotch directly opposite the name. That was where the promise had been sealed with a tear. Home Journal. PHOTOGRAPH OF MARS AND THE MOON. BI Li. MATTHEWS. When the planet Mars and our own Moon were in such friendly relations a few weeks ago, there were many ef forts made to catch some views of them that would perpetuate the wonderful ecene. Each had been pictured alone, but not in conjunction. Prof. Hale, of Kenwood Observatory, thus tells the process by which he photographed the two and caught the ruddy planet and the pale satellite as they met: "All was ready, and when the signal was given the big telescope was slowly swung round and pointed full at the moon. But this was not sufficient. The Moon is not stationary, and the point of the instrument must be kept on exact lino with her luminous majesty. This was accomplished ty a clock-like mechanism which moved the point of the telescope at the same apparent rate of speed, or at a rate sufficient to keep the moon in focus. The image oi the moon and the planet then fell npon a 12 inch "ct glass. The image was about two inches in diameter. It waa quick work to pnt the prepared plate before the object-glass. It was quicker work to remove the obstructing slide and replace it. It was the very quick est work, in fact. It was like a flash, lt had to be. lt consumed the im portant minimum particle of eternity a fourth of a sqcond. The plate had been exposed. The Moon and Mart had been photographed." The same conduction of the two might occur again or it might not; but at any rate here was a reproduction of them in that interesting attitude that would last forever. The conjunction of two such interest ng orbs as this planet and onr moon, was a wonderful event in the world oi science, and the description .of the photograph, and how the exact mo ment of meeting was caught and fixed by art forever, is of intense interest to all lovers of science. The planet Mars has always been k favorite with its neighbors of the Earth, perhaps because it is near enough for us to dare a few speculations about it. Just now the Eartii and Mara are in the situation that is called "in opposi tion.'' This means that they are close together, and the Earth stands (or swings between the Sun and Mars. This state of affairs can happen only once in every sixteen years. Almost every writer, who has pic tured our relations with our sister planets, has chosen Mars as the friendly neighbor, and numerous fanciful tales have been invented, having the two for the scenes of the plot. There can be no real reason for thi? except the idea some wise men have expressed, that we shall some day have the meobarrical skill and resources to construct telescopes tba will plainly show us the exact state of Mars, and whether or .not it is inhabited. This may be but a wild dream, bnt many visions far stranger have been realized. A curion. dmtm. A, censor, attached to the lmperia court in Pikin, having suggested that the Emperor should talco up the an - clcnt practice of having the classic and other sared writings expounded to him daily), his Majesty published, this decree: "Since we have under-, taken the task of governing In pen son, we havfe daily received In aud- and the projvincta, and done our ut most to rfchtly discern the proper men and pass judgment on their actions. Such tfcme as rMnalna at oar disposal) after transacting the multitudinous- affairs ot state, we devote U the study of the classic and histor ical records, 'often engaging In d. Dusslon with (the Imperial tutors, and never permitting osrselves for a mo Bont to indullge In luxurious ease." Tiiey call it "pin' money," because t'woman doesn't usually get more thae a paper of plus1" would cost. Ballet dancers '.never require ay dress reljean&l. -i - THEIR LANGUAGE IS A LEGACY, I'll Coaqnerors B.n Gone, but Their Tong-w I. th Only OneSpoken. There is an instance iu Africa of a people who subjugated a large region and after years of supremacy were themselves expelled from the country, but left their language the universal medium of speech as a reminiscence of their occupancy, says an exchange. These people are the Makololo tribe, who, forty-eight years ago, under their warlike chief, Sebotoane, left their homes among the mountains of Basutoland, crossed the wide desert of Kalahari, an enterprise Involving incredible hardships, and finally set settled along the upper Zambesi and its tributaries. Their emigration proved the capacity of the savage African to leave his native land and make a new home for himself in 'ar-distant region. Livingstone has described this fierce chief, Sebotoane, who con quered all the tribes around him, made himself master of the large empire of the Barutse, and so came to ! i ule a region as large as some of the European states. It was in 1843 that Livingstone saw him. The empire of the Makololos lasted until 1864, when, on account of the cruelty Y)t Sekeleto, the son of the old king, who had died five years before, a general revolt occured, and the Mak ololos were driven from the country by the natives, who were far more numerous than the Intruding people. There is to-da not a single Mak- o!oo In that region, but, strange to say, during the twenty years of the domination of this tribe their lan guage, a little corrupt, 1 ccame the language of all that Immense terri tory. Thus lt happens that a lan guage of South Africa Is now spoken in the upper Zambesi by many thou sands of peop'.e who are quite distinct from the tribe that Imposed the language upon them. The natives have. In fact, almost forgotten their original languages, though they have introduced into their new speech quite a large number of the words which formed part of the vocabulary of their forefathers So the Mak ololos, no longer living in the coun try, have left profound traces of their former occupancy. GERMAN VILLAGES. Farm House. Framed la the Fatherland Erected In Jack.on Park. The German village at the World's Fair grounds represents the architec ture of the present and of mediieval times. One of these buildings, repr resenting a Wesf,ihalian farmhouse, trained in Germauy, has just been erected and has received Its thatched roof of Indiana rye straw. It is one i jf those large, commodious country places designed to accommodate the whole family and most of the live stock, Including uncanvased West phalia hams. Its great, sharp roof, covered with straw to a depth of twelve inches and then smoothly sheared t the eaves, presents a pic turesque feature of the grounds. It will be finished after the old-countty style and will be used as quarters for fJerrnan soldiery during the Fair. Ttuee other representative Uermar HIir.B IN OKRXAN VIM.AOC tarmhouses will cluster about this 3ne, und Just over the way an "origi nal Vienna bakery" and cafe will do business to the taste of the villagers. linth Mile, of the Story. Two young pirls sat on the porch if a seaside hotel, In which they had been guests all summer: near them was a gentleman who had just ar lved. There." said Miss Blank- "There ;o those lovers off for a stroll. It Is said they are actually engaged! So absurd! Both middle-aged; he Is a pompous fool, and she is pockmarked. What can they see in each otherf "They have l-en lovers since they were children," gently answered Miss Case. "But she baa devoted her life to nursing her mother, who has been 111 for years with an incurable disease. Now ber mother is dead and they will soon be married." Presently: "Do look at those Wright sisters!" fried Miss Blank. "I'm sick of the sight of them. The elder sails along nvith that slow, majestic grace, as if tbey were of royal birth, and the uly little one trots after her never leaver her a minute. It's a wonder It never occurs to her she may lie in the way when a pretty girl is talking 1 t,j a gentleman." I "Her sister does not think her in he way," quietly said Miss Case, J "The reason she walks and moves ! slowly is because she is subject to ter- i rible attacks which are brought on by rapid motion. Her sister never leaves her. because if she were not there to apply the remedies, the poor girl would die. There never was a more i r -ther," she added warmly. Her compan;on was silenced, but !! only for a few minutes. "There is the stupid Miss Brown itiiBg away! That is a reliefl When j omen get to be as old and ugly and ' ininterestitig as that they ought to kept out or sight of their friends." Miss Case hesitated a moment. "Do you know that Miss Brown en ;aged two rooms for the whole sea tin, and has kept them filled with j rwr teachers and widows, and moth ' -.re with sick babies, not one of whom j on Id have lieen able to leave home ut for her? She has given them j luppiness and health, and perhaps 4ejr4iJe- I. heard tbU fiomoU9of - : j tnera noT from' " heTself, " iTH" lOTW quickly. And so on, and on, one seeing the shadow in each character, the other the bright side. The newcomer keenly Inspected th& faces of the two girls, as they rose and passed him. Both were young and pretty. But one was already tilled with discontent, and with mean, vulgar thoughts, while the other turned on life eyes full of se rene and joyful calm. Whatever their future lot, one will find only disap pointment In the world; but to the other lt will always be, as Charles Kingsley says, "full of sweet and noble souls." OWE THEIR LIVES TO HEN. Mr.. Kdward White Rewarded for SaTtng Three Per.ou. from Drowsing. Mrs. Edward White has been re warded for her bravery in saving the lives of three men who were ship wrecked off Gray's Harbor, Oregon. The vessel, the Ferndale, struck a reef near the entrance to the harbor, and seventeen of the crew of twenty perished. The three who were saved owe their lives to Mrs. White, who at her peril waded Into the surf, and dragged them ashore, after wards tenderly caring for them. The MBS. IDWARD waiTB. people of Portland presented her wlih a purse of 1375, and a move ment Is now being made to obtain for her medals of honor from the humane societies of Great Britain and America. The Pie Dancer. A wild-looking man walked Into a restaurant at Washington market the other day-and called for a whole pumpkin pie, says the New York Herald. They handed him one and he took it out to the gutter, placed it therein, and began jumping on lt and kicking it, uttering strange cries of savage joy the while. He repeated this with a cranberry, an apple, and a huckleberry pie. Naturally his doings attracted some attention in neigh bnrhood, but he declined to answer any questions put to him. He approached the lunch counter when be had completed his wai dance, ordered an enormous porter house steak and a big supply of ale. When he had made a wolf of himself and nothing remained on the platter, he licked his chops contentedly, and turning to the remnant of the Crowd which still lingered remarked: "Now gents, I'm ready." A little whipper snapper of a fellow broke the sllenee. "We wus wonderln' wut yer wasted good vittles fur," he said. "An't there enough poor people for yer to guv 'em to if you don't want 'em?" Toor people!" exclaimed the pie dancer hotly, "poor people! I wouldn't give pie to a dg. I have Just come from a little Cshig village In Massachu-etts. The principal dish at each meal was pie. We had it for breakfast, dinner, and supper. The landlord used to wake us up in the middle of the night and ask us If we wouldn't have a piece of pie. If you went fishing with a faJlow he would pull some pie out of his pocket and begin to eat it, just as a New Yorker would produce a whisky flask. I wouldn't mind if they had sonr.e thing in the meat line to eat, but they haven't. They'd put eight dif ferent kinds of jelly cake on the table and rolls and preserved, things and their Infernal pie. What a New Yorker wants Is beef. That's what this town has grown great on. New England Is degweratlng because of pie and prunes. It's the vertigo in the head, brought on by pie, that the Bostonlans mistake for genius. I didn't dare show roy contemnt for plo In Massachusetts. 1 should have been -lynched. I landed from the boat a few minutes ago and I at once got up the demonstration against pie of which you were tho witneses." Bulwer'e Opinion. One day, when calling at a beauti ful villa on the Thames, the autboi of "Pelham" found Its mistress on the sofa, deeply engaged in a book. "What have you got there that in terests you so much?" siid Bulwer. "The 'School for Husbands,' " sho answered. "You don't mean to eay," he re plied, "that you consider life long enough to waste on such unmitigated trash 1" "Oh, but I assure you, 81r Edward, I consider it very clever, very smart and witty. You should look at it again, and you would discover that you have quite misappreclated It." "No, thank you; I have neithei read, dor do I intend to read, that wretched book; and you may rely upon it, if you have found any sense within. Its covers, those pages are not by the soi-dlsant author." The author in question was Lady Bulwer. IB Florida. Excited Passenger Nothing wrong, I hope? Conductor No; we were flagged and had to stop. Passenger What was the matter Conductor The flagman wanted a chaw of tobacco. Judge. Wants Quick AattoD. In China all wines are drunk hoV The thrifty Chinaman believes that heated wine Intoxicates more expe ditiously than cole: wiae. GOOD LITTLu AM L" GIRL BT AMT D'ARCT WETMORE. Once npon a time there was a good (ittle girl namod Marjorie positively ihe was not "Marjorie Daw." Only I will not tell you her last name. It U nice sometimes to be mysteridhs, and my dear little readers, as they say in books, can guess who she is She was a very sweet little girl, and lived in such a pretty house! She had a kind papa and mama and. a French nurse who taught her little sentences to surprise her friends. Although she was not quite five years old, and ha 1 only a limited number of birthdays and Christmases, the had a great many toys, and crowds of attractive little dresses in fact everything tr make a small girl happy. Lately, she had been promoted to wearing very short skirts, for vou know when one comes to reside in this world one's clothes are very long, then they t ecome short, and then they grow long again. So Marjorie, as we have said wus at the short stage now and it was very becoming, because she had such pretty legs, and with her short black tockings,and cute little slippers she was charming. Bnt we must not dwell too much upon ber legs and forget about her lovely blue eyes her pretty soft brown curls and healthy pink color. She had such a decided little face with so much expression, and she was too a Very decided little girl and conld take good care of herself. Lately she had given up some serions fan Its of early youth; she hardly ever fell down stairs now a days, and always did as she was told (except when she did not wan' to). Marjorie was a great traveler and had been in Europe, and had even seen something of society over there.for she had actually been at a "Tea" given to little Lady Fairfax. Bnt on the whole sbe did not like Europe much. It was a good deal mixed up with whooping cough, and a new nnrse in her mind, and the combination was not a happy one. Besides.it was such a brittle place, so many things broke when Marjorie touched tliPm. Once her little hand knocked against the car window and it jnst fell to pieces. At another time a nice piece of soap broke in half as Marjorie was taking her bath! and as for tnmblers and pitches one had only to look at them, and tbey fell over on the floor their contents scattered, and their future usefulness destroyed. ' But to go back to Marjorie's toys, two among the manv were the most; prized. One was called "Mr. Sands i .y Marjorie and by impolite people a stuffed monkey. He was an immense favorite, though his habits were not to be imitated. He was rather addicted to the "pomps and vanities of this wicked world," and wore a most gor geous coat covered with bells. Indeed like the hero of the old rhyme, he adorned his person considerably with these articles, and wore them not only on his fingers and toes, but in his ears also. He was inclined to be lazy, and did not seem to have the slightest am bition to make "foot-prints on the sands of time;" on the contrary he spent most of his time in a small brass bed-stead in company with a lage bot tle, which often gave bis friends a sus picious, and uufavorable opinion of him. The other toy that rivalled "Mr. Sands" was far more respectable. It was a large music, box that was a de lightful medley of a piano, a hand organ, and the "Fifth Regiment Band." This was Marjorie's great joy, and while her nurse was dressing her, and curling her pretty hair Marjorie would set this box going, and sounds of melody would enliven the process of the toilet Bnt one day Mama came home with a sad tale of a dear old man, who had no one to take care of him, and who lived at a big house whore they took aged people. This old man was very lonely and poor his wife and all his children had gone to Heaven long ago. He was not a nice old man to look at for he wore ragged clothes, and did not like to wash his face and hands very often. But there was one thing he did love, and that was music. He thought if he could only hear once more some dear old tune of his youth he would be happy, but alas! when would that be.No;ttiat like everything else must belong to the past. Now Marjorie lis tened to this sad stoiy, and complac ently patted her music box, but she thought she would wind it np, and perhaps "Mr. Sands" might take his nap by it But every afternoon now whet .Mama was lying down, and Marjorie had come in to assist her in this em ployment Mama would tell her again the story of the p or lonely old man, and sometimes Marjorie would cry about him, and ask why he did not buy a monkey like "Mr. Sands." But when she was told he had no money aud co Papa or Mama to give him any pretty toys Mar jorie would shake her curls and say she was "tinking about tcmething,' So Marjorie thought, and thonght, and thought, and one morning before fdami was np she heard a noise at her door, and a small white robbed figure with bare feet came in tugging a large box, ber sweet little face flushed with excitement, and her curls hanging all disordered over ber bright eyes. "Mama" she raid "Majorie will dive de poor ole dirty man her musy box, but he mns no", want 'Mr. Sands' tause heaintdoeing to det him if he does." Mama drew the delicious morsel into ber be I, and kissed her generous little girl over and over again. So that afternoon when they were lying down for one of their usual talks with "Mr. Sanaa" asleep in Marjorie's arms her Mama told her how happy Bhe had made the old man, and how he had said that now "everything he had want d in this world had been given to him.' Marjorie listened and was greatly pleased, only she was still more so, when her Papa decided that such a good actxn deserved a speedy reward, and so he went down street and pur chased another monkey. This one was even more full of vain glory and all unrighteousness than the celebrated "Mr. Sands," atd therefore soon be came a rival and favorite. A place was assigned him in the brass bedstead, and he was given a bottle for his own and separate use, while he was known in polite ciroles by the name "the False Prophet." So this story ends leaving one old man happier than he was when it began, and if Marjorie cares to she can truly say "What a Good Little Girl Am L" Violinists have been known who were so fond of their instruments as to keep them t y their bedside. Notable among these is the young violin virtuo so Nathan Landsberger. His express command to the people where he resides. Is, in ease of fire, to save his loved Instrument first. WHAT A CAN YOU DO IT? Oan you look in at a jeweler's win low, where diamonds are exposed in the most tempting array and admire them, enjoy intensely gazing at them, be very happy for ten minutes, while you stand with these wonders of God's creation before your eyes, and then resume your walk without coveting? That is, supposing yourself an admirer of precious stones some folks are yet such savages or such Puritans that dia uonds are to them lescthan dirt and supposing that you are the possessor already of a reasonable number, can you do it? Can you see yonr friend, the lapid ary, as I saw him last week, pour out the palm of his hand full of these, bril iants and pass them to me that 1 might flash them in the sunbeams; can you I am not saying whether I conld hold steady and be charmed for the moment, perfectly delighted, and then pass them all back without a covetous itching of your palm? ' Can you look upon that splendid residence which your neighbor is erecting, and glory in all its elegance, a thing of beauty to yon and always a joy as often as you pass it, yet uot be annoyed by any mean little pangs be cause it is not yours, nor criticise its defects more agreeably than you op pose its graces? Can you walk up Fifth avenue, and thoroughly enjoy the lordly vista that stretchts away in sublime miles to the park? If yon can. how happy are you; for you have all the delight without any of the taxes, assessments, insurance, repairs and vexations. If a young mind can but teach itself to see pretty things and really have a true aesthetio judgment as to what is pretty and yet not be tortured by covetonsness, that mind can go through life in almost perpetual enjoyment. He or she may be a poor meclmnio or sewing-girl, and never get aliove be ing a toiler for a mere living; yet so does this world hang out its pretty things for show, that the humblest eye is more than full of the sight of them, if it be a trained eye. The rich dress for such eyes; they build their houses beautiful on the outside for such eyes; they varnish their carriages and polish their harness for such eyes; they trim their gardens, full of flowers, st.it nary and fountains for sucli eyes. Every body puts on his best when he ap- '. pears in any public place for snch eyes. Old Curmudgeon shaves his ngly face every morning to make it ap- . pear as benignant and little offensive : as possible to such observing eyes upon ' the street. I must buy a new style silk hat price six dollars that I may do my part toward the good appear ance of the common sidewalk throng of , whose stream I make one drop. All j this is for your happiness, if you are trained to look npon it, enjoying and not envying and coveting. They say that wealthy ladies dress, not to please, bnt to torture others; they wish to make all their neighbors unhappy with envy. Ah, being a man myself, I have the advantage of them; I Eimply enjoy their pood looks, and covet not their at;ire! Neither do I covet them. I would not exchange dear, handsome, gray-headed Mrs. Barker for the street full, after all these forty heroio y-sars. Bnt I really fear that my daughters can't do it; nor can you, daughter unknown, who are i ng of a horse In the distance, reading this. Try; it is worth trying. The French Society of Hygient Do not suffer such complete success on ,as appointed a commission to "report the part of these butterflies, the pretty m the system of smoke-consuming creatures, who dress to torture you, ' :iimneys In use In several manufac and so often do it. ures in I eiKn. Can you, my dear old fellow, can i , , .. ,. you go to a wedding, and be really The New Wk AM Building U pro. Lappas you look on the young chap wlth the largest thermometer n who Is thirty years better off for this ;'sterice. It has a dial forty inches n world's life than vou? Can yon go l'meter, so situated as to be In plain home, after having .lanced a little with ' rlew of Passers-by. the young people and make vourself i - So remote is the planet Neptune irenerallv. with vour snowy head, like i 'rjm t'e sun, its mean distance being a winter's sunbeam, and sit down by your grate to rub your rheumatio toea before bed without growling and cov eting the younglings' freshness? It is said that the old king can never love his son, the prince, who is to be king as soon as he is dead. Can yon he happy in the happiness of youth about you? If so, I pongratuluto yon; for this world is full of young people and empty of aged folks. Twenty to one you see youthful faces on the street and along the -paths of life. Alas! for the old wretch who envies you, instead of enjoying them. Can you do it take delight in seeing another man get on in this world? Do you find pleasure in contemplating an other's advancement, watching him creep up a little higher, and yet high er, every year? Jf so, you are a lucky dog; for everybody is then engage.! in trying to please you. Who is not try ing to better his condition? Ou every hand, all vour neighbors are slaving, night and day, to do the thing that is a source of happiness to yoi.lnam ly, make more and more of their chance in the world. But in what a chronic state of misery must thnt men be to whom the spectacle of another's pros perity or effort to thrive is a source of envy. The world, except the vaga bonds and crimnals is in league against such a man's jieaca of mind. 'Ihe incident that suggested tome this line of thought, I really must give yon. I was walking along a proud and generally thronged avenue of a fashionable city. It was tho vacant hour of noon ; few people were passing. Directly in front of me I had noticed a ! fair-haired little cirl playing at the nurse's apron-6trings. It waa a won fully beautiful face, with line eyes lauehmg almost as audibly as the silver- toned throat. I had not noticed two ladies in heavy morning who were ! walking near till they paused, and the t younger lifted the Btifling crnpe from her sad yet pretty features Then, with a swoop like an eagle's, she caught ' np this tiny stranger child.Jcry ing out: I "Oh, oh, Heaven help me! It is I just the same!" kissing it over and 1 over. The nnrse screamed to me, because i I was the nearest male, 1 suppose. ! The elder laxly exclaimed, pityiDgly: j "Lizzie! Lizzie! restrain yourself! Onr darling is in heaven!" i The lady, with the child jet in her embrace, responded: j I know, mamma, dear I know. ' Jnst one kiss more, and I will put her ; to the gronnd. She is so like! so like' ' I could not help it!" Then turning to me, sue said: "Sir, pardon me. If that is your child. I wish you joy. I had one once, 1 and I can never see any child of her age but 1 covet oh, so much I covetl i How happy your home ought to be, sir! And witn tnat word sne wa gone. Perhaps the most masterful control ever achieved in this world is that of the bereaved parents who can look on another's houseful and yet be glad, aud only glad. Or the lone husbaDd i r wife, who, teeing man and wile happy together, vet is clad, and only clad, at sight of a joy no lonf.t r possible to the solitary observer. Can you do it? Heaves atone ean help you do it. iJEWS IN bRIEF. The heart writes its lines on the "nee. Mi darn society tlghbcr. acknowledges no rrudence, like experience, must be id for. J ust praise is only a debt, but flattery s a pre ent. A single grateful thought is the most complete prayer. There are nearly ten million varie les of Insects in the world. The interest you in others take, '.bat interest they will take in you. Variations in atmospheric pressure ipp ar to have a powerful effect upon die mind. Business dispatched is business web lone, but business hurried Is business nl done. Platinum may have existed some ,lnie as a liquid before taking the crys ailine form. Some of the railroads are now mployiui electric shovellers for exca vating purposes. The object of puuishment Is pre vention from evil; it never can be made impulsive to good. After the passage of the cape cin inmon, vanilla, ciov.s, nutmeg and pepper came into use. The State of Washington is one ot .he heaviest consumers of condensed milk in the country. In the Eleventh Ceatury both cltigli-h and French dandles covered .heir arms with bracelets. The Sandwich Islanders becomt ull irioiis on the Juice of a vegetable reseaibling the beet root. Everywhere the flower of obedienct s inteilig nee. (Hey a man with cor lial loyalty and yon will understand JlUl. The death rate or British soldit-n n India Is only fifteen per 1000 now, where in 1859 it was sixty-nine per 1000. The accuracy of surveying in au jient engineering is marvelous, con I'dering the ludeness of the instru ments. Fleetwood, Fenn., claims to have t i u nice which weighs twenty-eight-unces and measures sixteen inches In ilrcumferenc". A shoemaker In Berlin, Germany, .as invented an artificial sole of stone 'or use in shoes. It is elastic and (iisy on the feet, aud Is calculated to ast for years. a An Instrument will be used at the, tew psychological laboratory at Yale College, capable of measuring time to 01 oi a second. The light given by an ordinary ;oal gas flame is due to the presence of larbon particles in a highly heated and, towing condition. Experiments in towing barges or. :anals by means of electricity have been nade ou one of the canals in France on he sunk cable plan. European savants declare that the uzzing or a nv, wnen heard through i he microphone, sounds like the neigh- 1,743,9'JS,0C0 miles, that the tempera ,u re is estimated to be 900 degrees be ow zero. M. Turpin, the inventor of the ex slosive melinite, who is now undergoing ive years' imprisonment in France, daims to have finally solved the prob em of aeiial steering. The Philadelphia and Reading dadroad has given an order to the Baldwin Locomotive Works for fifty !ngi:ies, one-half of which will be com toun.l, with Wootten boilers. A new Invention Is a saw-horse A'ilh a toothed dog holdiug the piece of .1 in her In place, the device being p!v le i at the cross legs and operating mder a spiing tension. A Berlin physician, Dr. Weil, hat fleeted some remarkable and rapid :i res of diabetes by using a decoction r huckleberry leaves, obtainable tn rug stores as pUulee myrtelli Jasper. The only specimen of fossilized o 'nfied ave rnn .ever f-talh united States was that discovered by in exploring party at Craighead Cave, lear Monroe, Tenn., in 1892. A very cuiious experiment hat .ecently been made by Profesor Spring which s-ems to indicate that metals uav exist In a gaseous state at teinper iturei below their melting points. There Is a certain place ou tht 4trth, In northern latitude, where, .l ough the days and n'ghts (even when ihorttsl) consist of several hours, yet m .hat plaoe it is midday or noon tvery p.iarter of an hour. Experiment has demonstrated that I hen the land in the Snake River Val ley, Idaho, is irri;aled, wheat ylelua I orty bu hels, oats seventy-five bushels, : arley forty-five bushels and potatoes !."() bushels to the acre. A'f jira yields hree crops In a season. ! A Brunswick l Me. man recently ! -aid for a suit of clothes with 8000, vhlcu weighed twenty-one pounds. Mrs. William Wood, the wife of a prominent farmer,, died at Martlns- I rille, Ind. , recently. She was married vl.eu fourteen years old and though j inly thirty-five when she died, she tad been a grandmother for two ' 'ears. ! A jimmy, such as burglars ust. , i simply a short crow oar. A sectloual , iminy is one in sections of, say ou, ! oot in length, whica are screwed to- ;ether to make it ot the necessary ength. One end of this jimmy is ' .timed up a 1 ttle more than the ordiu- iry crowbar. The jimmy is an exam ' le of a simple lever. ' i A German doctor of reputation 'jrepcribes iluminum as a cure for heumatism. A finger ring made of ;hn metal, joined with another, gene rates a gentle current of electricity, which is said to make a permanent ;ure. The moose in Penobscot County. Maine, are so accustomed to the train lhat they gaze calmly and critically at the locomotive, and are not frightened hv whistles or hissing steam jets. People frequently shoot at them from jhe car windows. 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