FUSS AND FEATHERS By NANCY NCY WHITTAKER. 1D you turn out the cow, and put the geese in the D stable, Isaac?’ said the Rr Widow Havens to her son, as they sat down to the ' breakfast table one fine summer morn- “Yes, mother,” was the reply, “and 1 guess I can master that old gander this time. I'm getting so big. You know he knocked me down with his wings the last time we picked 'em.” “Yes, I remember; and Rquire Hoff- man came right in the middle of it, about that calf, and I, in my old rag- ged gown, mortified to death, was hin- ' dered a whole hour, showing him the poultry and the garden. And now, Hannah,” turning to her daughter, a pretty girl of sixteen, “if anybody comes to-day, before we get through, tell them I can’t see them; for I wouldn't be bothered with company when I am in such a plight. This old gown is all in slits, but I can’t afford to spoil a better one. You may wash up the dishes, Hannah,” she continued, when breakfast was over, “and set the rooms to rights; and by and by put on the pot, and get the dinner a-going; and by that time I hope we shall be through. Come, Isaac, we will go.” Now, everybody has seen feathers, but there are some who do not know where they come from, and softly re- pose upon their downy beds without one thought about the cruel way in which the best ones are obtained. They want live geese feathers when they buy, without knowing what it means. We wish such a one could have seen Mrs. Havens and Ike marching to the barn, with a big basket, a cloth to tie over it, an old chair, and one of Ike's outgrown stockings to put over a goose’s head, to keep her from biting while she is picked. To see Ike run the whole flock up into a corner of the stable, catch one by the neck and wings, and thenywith his black eyes sparkling with delight, and his freckled face and suspiciously red head, all aglow, with the triumph of "capture, as he marched across the floor to lay it gently, but squawking terribly, In his mother’s lap, was rather amus- ing. Boys are cruel! there's no denying it; when they so love to catch geese and pigs, and fish and game, just for the fun of it, sometimes letting them go, and putting the fish back én the water, because they do not want them, after he triumph of capture is over. Ike, who was a smart, mischievous boy of twelve, loved to do all these things, though he was not particularly ugly, and had really a very soft place in his big, generous heart. But while Hannah in the neat white eottage is cooking the dinner, and Mrs. Havens in the stable is tearing the feathers in big handfuls from the poor geese—side, back and front, and Isaac is climbing haymows hunting eggs, and cutting up all sorts of pranks between whiles, another actor is on his way to the busy scene. This was Squire Hoffman, a rich farmer, who lived two or three miles . away, whose road to town took him very often past the Widow Haven's cottage. Being an observing man, he had noticed the mneatness, and look of care and thrift that always surround- ed it; and more than this, that the widow had handsome black eyes and a trim figure, as she sat up stiffly in her pew of a Sunday, giving Ike an occa- gional nudge, or pinch, to keep him in order, yet all the-time looking at the minister, and no doubt hearing all he said. As the squire had been a widower several years, this must be excused, especially when we consider that ‘his only daughter, Grace Hoffman, was about to be married, and go to a home of her own. As he was a good-looking, large-framed, big-hearted, benevolent- _ looking man, with three large farms and money in the bank, we must con- clude that he was considered a pretty good catch among the widows and maidens, if he once made up his mind to marry again. And it was of this very thing he was thinking as, seated on Selim, his hand- Bome black horse, he rode toward town upon this particular July ‘morning, “I really don’t know what I had better do,” he soliloquized. “There is Grace going to leave me, and I can't Bay a word against it, she has got such & noble fellow in the one she loves, and the very one I would have chosen for her. But there's nobody left but Aunt Dinah in the kitchen, good old soul, but just no company at all for me. And here I am, not fifty years old, and I may live twenty or thirty years yet, healthy as I am, and must I live all3that time alone, with nobody to care for, and nobody to care'for me? It’s all nonsense. I declare I won't do It, if I can find anyone to marry me. “But who shall it be? There's the Widow Spriggine, good-looking, no children to bother one, smart, tidy and with a nice farm of her own; but such # temper, sharp as steel, and keen as a razor, I guess a little too keen for me. A man wants a little peace in the de- cline of his life, if ever; and he'd have none with the Widow Spriggins. Then there is Miss Molly Hopkins—a nice, likely, pious woman as ever was, but very homely, and I don't fancy her one bit. And theres that young Widow Drake, pretty and languishing, and squinting all the time over at my pew, I do believe. But she isn’t the kind for me. Dolly Weaver is a nice woman, but a little too old, and Polly Pepper- corn is too young. “But there is the Widow Havens, handsome as a picture, and neat and swart, and thrifty enough to pay her way twice over. There are those two young ones, to be sure, but they need not be in the way at all. Hannah is just such a girl as one likes to sce around, busy as a bee, rosy as the morning, and cheery as a little canary, and, indeed, sings about as sweetly. 1 can see that Sam is casting sheep's eyes at her already, every time he comes home for a vacation, and I don’t blame him a bit. They're not as rich as some, but we have enough, and who cares. I always did like that boy lke. If his face is freckled, and his head red, he will make a smart man yet. He is chock fuli of fun and smartness, with steam enough to burst a common boiler. I want just such a boy on the farm all the time, to run of errands, get up the cows, feed the poultry, go to mill, drive horse to plow, and a hundred other things I don’t think of just now. And that reminds me that I need just such a boy dread- fully, just now, to rake hay and do chores, while we are mowing. I won- der if the widow couldn't spare him a few days. ® By this time the squire had got just opposite Mrs. Havens’s barn, and upon the spur of the moment he rode right into the shed beside it, that faced the highway, intending to hitch Selim, and to go into the house to ask the widow for her boy. But just as he had dismounted, and was hanging his bridle over the hook, he heard a shout of laughter and the ring of voices close at hand. There was a window-hole close by, cut for ventilation of the stables, and looking through it he saw a sight that made him want to join in the chorus. For there sat the widow in hep torn gown, with a goose in her lap, busily ripping off the feathers in great hand- fuls, and with a handkerchief over her head to keep them out of her hair, looking smart, energetic and rosy, and ready to explode with laughter, while upon a hen-coop, near at hand, stood Ike, in the very act of delivering an oration. The fact was, the last time he went to town with his mother he went into the court-house, and listened to a lawyer's plea in a case in which he had been interested, and since then he had been full of it. And now he had just been and marked out a great image on the stable wall to represent the judge, and a dozen others, close by, of smaller dimensions, for the jury, while his clients, the flock of geese, were the plaintiff, and his mother, their tormentor, the defendant; and just then he was putting in the closing plea: “Now, your honor knows that these poor -clients of mine are all the more to be pitied, and have all the more need to have justice done them for being weak and simple folks, so gentle and lamb-like that they would never harm anything bigger than a fly, or a pollywog, while that wicked woman, the defendant”’—and he pointed fiercely at his mother—*is strong and cruel as the grave. You have just listened, your honor, and you gentlemen of the jury” — and he gave his hand a lofty vet graceful wave toward them—‘to the evidence just brought into court, and can you doubt that it is abundant- ly proved that she feloniously, and by force of arms, and with full intent, seized and overpowered them, every one of them, and ruthlessly tore the hair and skin from tneir backs-the feathers, you know—and deliberately and cruelly shut out the light of heaven from their eyes with an old blinder made of wool, and abused them in the most shocking and shameful way, for which wicked treatment she has made herself amenable to that statute en- acted for the prevention of cruelty to animals. I leave the case in your hands, gentlemen of the jury, knowing that you will be sure to do justice to the cause of the oppressed, and see the laws of your country faithfully executed;” and, with a sweeping bow to judge and jury, the young orator jumped from his rostrum, or, in reality, turned a somersault from it, over to the stable floor, landing on his feet, amid cheers and bravos of one at least of his audience, and the squawks of two at least of his clients. He rebounded like a shot at the sound of the applause, and looking up sud- denly, there stood the squire in the doorway, laughing loudly at the amus- ing performance. “Well done, my boy!” he exclaimed, heartily; “you acted it to perfection, and I'm sure you'll be equal to the best of them one of these days.” Ashamed and crestfallen to be caught, Ike slunk away, with his cheeks blazing and the freckles brighter than ever, while his mother’s face flushed hotly, and straightened in an instant, for about the same reasons; end in her agitation and surprise she Jumped up, and came near letting go the half-picked client. She sat down again, however, with a bow to the squire, that might be considered a very stiff and awkward one. “I hope you don’t think we pick geese here every day, squire,” she said, “though I think you caught us at it once before.” “Yes, but it's work that must be done, Mrs. Havens. I hope, however, that my presence here will not be con- sidered an intrusion. I had no idea of playing the eavesdropper when I rode into the shed just now, but, really, your young lawyer was so amusing that I couldn't help it. That boy will make a smart and talented man one of these days, Mrs. Havens, you see if he doesn’t; and that reminds me that I called to see if you could spare him a few days, We want such a boy just) now very much, and I will give him good wages.” “Well, that is just as you and he can agree, Our little hoeing and mowing is done, thank fortune, and he can go if he likes. He is a smart boy, if I do say it; but he has the queerest no. tions in his head. He and Hannah both take after their father, and love their books a little too well. They both read every spare minute, and Ike has a notion that he wants to go to college, like your Samuel. Now, with our pov- erty, the idea is preposterous; and yet here I have been like a fool all the morning trying to encourage and help him contrive how to do it, just to please him.” “And how was that?” said the squire, smiling, as he helped himself without asking to a seat on the milking-stool, in the most familiar and neighborly way. “Well, in the first place, feathers are a dollar a pound, and Ike had a notion that there might De great profit in stocking the little farm with geese. Then when I raised some objections, he concluded that picking and selling berries, and catching birds and game, would do a great deal, and that by keeping school. and raising strawberries we could do the rest, and school Han- nah into the bargain. So we are going to set the strawberries right away, a plan I was willing to encourage, as I knew it might be very profitable. “There, that goose is done. but where is Isaac, I'd like to know?” And going to the door, she let out the goose and called loudly for the boy to catch another, as she explained to the squire. = “Pray, let him go, Mrs. Havens,” said the squire, good-humoredly. “You are almost through, and I would just as lief catch you one as not,” and suiting the action to the word, he walked over, and caught the smallest one, and laid it in Mrs. Havens’ lap. Then he walked back, and, catching the old gander, the father of the flock, in spite of his loud and animated re- monstrances, he went back, and sitting down upon the stool, laid him across his knee, and in spite of his naked head, and wrathful demonstrations, proceeded very leisurely and scientifi- cally, to strip off his coat. “You see, Mrs. Havens,” he said, “that I am an old hand at the busi- ness, as my wife never did it, and so it always fell to me, or Dinah, or both. But the house became full of beds, and I soon tired*of it, and sold off my flock.” “As I would mine if we didn’t need the profits for clothes, and schooling for the children—especially if Ike has to go to college. I guess it will take a good many pounds of feathers to send him there,” said she. “Supposing I should tell you of a better way,” said the squire, earnestly, and with a slight blush. “Here you have a snug little place that might bring a thousand dollars or so; and off there, I have more land than I well know what to do with. Now, my daughter Grace is about to leave me; and my home wiil be without a mis- tress, and myself without any con- genial society. Now, I like you better than any other woman I know of, and if you would become my wife, and the mistress of my establishment, I think we could arrange matters nicely. Then you could sell this little place, and put the money in the bank, against the time Isaac would want to go to college, and Hannah, who is one of the sweetest girls I know, could live with us, go to school to the village academy, and be well provided for by us when she marries. Now, what do you say to my plan?” “That I will consider it seriously,” said the widow, with flaming cheeks, eyes cast down, and a very nervous pull at the feathers. And Ike just at this juncture erawled out slyly from behind an old barrel, in the manger, crept cautiously out at the door, without being perceived by the blushing pair of lovers, and ran to the house, to tell the news to the astonished Hannah, with a good many eloquent additions and explanations. The squire finally came in to dinner, and afterward pursued his journey to town; and the widow did think of it to such purpose that she soon after be- came his wife. Her place was sold, as the squire proposed; Ike went te college, rubbed off the freckles, and eventually be- came one of the smartest lawyers in the State; while pretty Hannah mar- ried Samuel—the only son—and lived with the old folks at the homestead.— New York Weekly. Not Intended For Use. There are some things which no man can ever learn, no matter how intelli- gent and earnest a student he may be. “My dear, you look perfectly discour- aged,” said little Mrs. Nash’s most in- timate friend. “What is the matter?” “I am perfectly discouraged,” said Mrs, Nash, tearfully. “You know that foot-rest with the handsome emproid- ered top that I gave George for Christ: mas? Well, I've noticed it had begun to look almost a little shabby, and I couldn't imagine why, for it stands away from the windows, and I've taken great care of it. And when I came down earlier than usual from putting Janey to bed last night, what do you suppose I saw?” The friend shook her head hopelessly. “I found,” said Mrs. Nash, with bit- terness, “that George Nash had taken that footstool out into the centre of the room, near his Morris chair, and had put his feet—with his boots on, too— right on it!”"—Youth’s Companion. A Black Balfinch, Albino freaks in bird life are fre- quently noticed, but Mr. W. Head, of Pleasant road, Bishops Stortford, has a curiosity quite in the opposite direction. A piping bulfinch in his possession has none of the handsome red and whie markings of that bird, but is of an niense black.—London Chronicle, A /EA STRANGE ADV VENTURE. I ICHARD CREG AN, a tune nel-worker of Jersey City, had an experience which has probably never been Ok duplicated by any other man since time began. He was blown out of the “air-lock” in the front of the tunnel in which he was work- ing, up through the mud and gravel through which, he had been digging, through a navigable river on which steamers were running, and some dis- tance into the air, from which he feli back again into the river, to be picked up apparently unharmed. A new subway is in process of con- struction under the East River, to con- nect New York and Brooklyn. From the Brooklyn side the workmen had progressed about 200 feet from the dock. They were boring through mud with an immense tube or shield. The open end of this was filled with com- pressed air at a pressure of about thir- teen pounds to the square inch. This held the mud of the river bed back, and enabled the four men who worked out there to do so in comparative saf- ety. Back of them was another air chamber where other men worked under pressure. Sometimes “faults” developed in the river-bed and air es- caped. When a bad leak develops, the air is apt to escape with a rush and the mud to overwhelm the workers be- fore they can get out. One day in March, while Cregan and three others were in the advance cham- ber—literally in a “bubble” at the end of the tunnel-—they heard the crackle of escaping air. Cregan turned quickly and saw a bad break develop- ing. “Quick, boys! The bags!” he calied, and picking up a sack of hay from a pile kept for the purpose, attempted to block the blowout with it. Before fhe others could understand what was happening the blast of out- rushing air had caught Cregan and driven him head first up through the vent. His hands were above his head as he went in, and he stuck fast when only his feet remained in sight of his mates. They were at a loss what to do. They could not pull Cregan back, and to do so would cost them alt= their lives. They must get through the air- lock. Luckily the men in the rear chamber felt the reduction in pressure, opened the door and let them in. Cregan, suddenly driven head first through the crumbling river bottom, was battered and bruised by the peb- bles which slid past him with the es- caping air. He retained his wits, and knowing the only possible way out was straight ahead, the way the air was rushing, he began to pull with his hands. He was able to give the neces- sary aid to free himself, and just as his breath was leaving him he felt him- self shoot up through the rest of the mud, up through the river and out into the air. The water there was about forty feet deep, but Cregan came with such force that he spouted up on top of what appeared to be a geyser. A row-boat at once put out and picked him up. “An’ what was ye thinkin’ Dick?” asked a friend, later day. “I wasn't thinking,” said he. “I was pasting that mud. Put when I landed in the water, all right side up, and stretched out me legs, and they was there, and pulled in me arms, and they was all there, I begun thinking then that ye can’t kill an Irishman.”— Youth's Companion. about, in the A LION HUNT IN MISSOURL “It was along back in S87,” said the “boss” canvasman to the New York Tribune reporter, “and the first we knew six cars were in the ditch and half of the animal cages were under them. Some of the cages were on top, and a lot of the little animals, zebras, wolves and deer and such like, took to the woods. Nothing got away to do any harm except Monarch, the big lion. His den was bottom up, with a hole in it big enough to let out a cow, and Monarch had gone with the little animals. “Well, after we had rounded up the cook-house outfit we had breakfast, and after that we started in to dig the | stuff out of the ditch. The railroad company’s wrecking crew came along to help us, and toward noon, when we'd got pretty well under way, a tall black darky came out of the woods and stood staring at us. “Nobody paid any attention to him, and he just shuffled round in his cow- hide boots from one foot to the other and grinned. Seeing we didn't ‘roast’ him, he took courage. “Did any o you gemmen losed a giraffe? he says. “Giraffe? said I. ‘No, we never owned one. Why? _ “‘Well, boss, Ah done foun’ some- thin’ up in mah ’tato patch this maw- nin’, an’ Ah ‘lowed as maybe hit ’longed to you-all.’ , “I got interested. like? * ‘Lawdy, boss, hits mos’ monstrous. Big varmint with yaller eyes, an’ hit done come a-snarlin’ an’ a-spittin’ at me soon’s Ah got out o’ baid. “ “Where is it? “Oh, Ah cawt hit ali righty. Done put a rope roun’ his neck an’ tied hit to mah cab'n. “‘Go an’ get it, said I. Then the wrecking crew got a tackle under an- other den, and we forgot the darky. “Maybe it was half an hour later when we heard a noise over on the road among the trees—a noise like a negro driving a mule. Everybody stopped work to listen. The noise got nearer and nearer. Then a cloud of ‘What does it look dust salled out from behind the trees When it got within a hundred yards of the track it cleared up a bit, and there was that big darky, with a rope in one hand and a piece of fence rail in the other. On the other end of the rope was Monarch, “That darky was lamming him with a chunk of fence and firing mule talk at him: “‘Come ’long heah, you yaller-eyed ol' cat! Ah doan’ know what you is, but you ain't go’'n’ snahl an’ spit at me, nohow. C'm on ‘long, ye big, sassy vahmint! and with that the man would let drive with his piece of fence and his cowhide boots. “And Monarch was coming. I never saw a creature so cowed as he was, I reckon any young one could have taken him by the scruff of the neck and turned him over on his back. He was a great, overgrown pet cat, with all the fight and power surprised out of him. “We had hauled his den up on to the road-bed, with the hole in the end butted against a wagon. The door was open, and when Monarch saw it, he jerked the rope out of the darky’s hand and bolted inside. He couldn’t get far enough inside, either—went away up in the farthest corner and tried to hide.” HIS FATE FOUND HIM. Capt. Robert Faulknor, a commander in the British navy in 1794, was a man of unusual courage. During an en- counter close under the walls of Fort Royal he noticed that the pilot did not seem to be himself. The man, he thought, seemed to hesitate when he gave his orders. In “Famous Fighters of the Fleet,” Mr. Fraser gives the story: Captain Faulknor turned aside to one of his officers. “I think Mr. Dash seems confused, as if he doesn’t know what he is about. Has he been in action before?” “Many times, sir,” was the reply. “He has been twenty-four years in the service.” But Faulknor was not satisfied. He eyed the pilot closely, and then step- ping up to him, asked kim a trifling question. The pilot’s agitation was such as to render him incapable of & reply. Recovering himself to some ex: tent a moment later, the wretched man, keeping his eyes on the deck, in a low voice addressed Faulknor, who was bending over him, with this start- ling admission: “I see your honor knows me. I am unfit to guide her. I don’t know what is come over me. I dreamt last night I should be killed, and I am so afraid I don’t know what I am about. I never in all my life felt afraid before.” Without for an instant losing his presence of mind, Captain Faulknor re- plied to the man in a still lower tone: “The fate of this expedition depends on the man at the helm. Give it to me, and go and hide your head in what- ever you fancy the safest part of the ship. But mind, fears are catching. If I hear you tell yours to one of your messmates, your life shall answer for it to-morrow.” The poor fellow, panic-stricken, went away, and overcome with shame, sat down upon the arm-chest, while Cap- tain Faulknor seized the helm, and with his own hand laid the Zebra close to the walls of the fort; but be- fore he could land at the head of his gallant followers, a cannon-ball struck the arm-chest and blew the pilot to atoms. He was the only man killed of all the Zebra's crew that day. A RIDE UP PIKE'S PEAK. To take a pleasure ride that almost literally bursts your head open is a novelty thrilling enough, it is to be presumed, for the most eager thrill seeker, but that is what often happens to him who essays the dizzy heights of Pike's Peak, 14,000 feet above sea level. “I went up on the cog road from Manitou,” said a’ Baltimore man, “in company with a party of tourists, and before we reached the Halfway House there were two who exhibited such positive symptoms of distress that at the first stop they had to leave and take the next train down. The rest of us continued. In a seat a little in front of us was a young girl who had been growing gradually hysterical, and whom we had been watching curiously to see what would happen next, “It happened. Suddenly she threw up her hands and fell backward, with blood gushing from her mouth, ears, eyes and nose. The conductor, who was evidently accustomed to such scenes, told her escort to lay her flat on her back, as the pressure was less there than at the head in a sitting pos- ture. Then, at the next station, she was taken off and sent back to Manitou by the wagon road. They didn't dare to take her down by train, as the quick change to the denser air might have proved serious. “Well, we kept going and reached top. 1 thought I'd take a short run in the fine, rarified air, and I did—took a dozen steps, when my heart began to beat like a trip-hammer, and I con- cluded that running at that height was not for me. They told me you couldn’t boil eggs or beans up there. I don’t know, because I didn’t try. We had our pictures taken sitting on a rock up in that barren spot, where nothing will grow but the edelweiss, and bought some souvenirs. “Then we came down, and so far as they can level the mountain to-morrow. I'll never have any more use for it. Manitou, Garden of the Gods and North Cheyenne can. von for mine, but no more of that sky business.”—Baltimore News. I am concerned, So large has the foreign population of East London now become that even the official notices outside the police station have to be printed in Yiddisb as well as English, _y A WOMAN'S MISERY. Mre. John LaRue, of 115 Paterson Avenue, Paterson; N. J., says: “1 was troubled for about nine years, and what 1 suf- fered no one will ever know. 1 used / about every known reme- dy that is said to be good for kidney com- plaint, but without deriv- ing permanent relief. Often " y § when alone in the house the back ache has been so bad that it brought tears to my eyes. The pain at times was so intense that I was compelled to give up my household duties and lie down. There were head- aches, dizziness and blood rushing to my head to cause bleeding at the nose. The first box of Dean’s Kidney Pills benefited me so much that I continued the treatment. The stinging pain in the small of my back, the rushes of blood to the head and other symptoms disappeared.” Doan’s Kidney Pills are for sale by al} dealers, 50 cents per box. Foster-Mile burn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. Quebec's New Fortifications. The Dominion government is about to enter upon the construction of gi- gantic military works in the city and district of Quebec. The old citadel is to be overhauled, and the three forts at Point Levis, and big guns put on all of them. At Beaumont, nine miles from the city, on the south shore, two large fortresses aret to be con- structed, commanding a full view of the channels up and down the river and costing about $3,000,000. Wher they are done Quebec can go to sleep at night with an added sense of secur. ity, though it is a question whether it will be a bit safér than it is now and has been ever since Wolfe and} Montcalm, for the time being, settled its status on the Heights of Alra- ham. 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