So Lot Us Bo Joyful. Come, no more of grief and dying I fciug the time too swiftly flying: Just an Jieur, You tii'* in flower, Give me roses to remember In the shadow of December. When at length the grouse? cover Mo, the world's unwearied lover, If regret Haunt me yet, It shall be for joys untnsted, Nature lent and folly wasted. Feigning age will not delay it, When the reckoning comes we'll pay it. Own our mirth Has been worth All the forfeit lighter heavy- Wintry Time and Fortune Jeavy. Feigning grief will not escape it, What though ne'er .-o well you ape it, Age and euro All must share All alike must pay hereafter, Some for sighs and some for laughter. Know, ye sons of Melancholy, To be young and wise is folly, 'Tis the w. ak. Fear to wreak On this clay of life their fancies, Shaping battle, shaping dances. While ye scorn our names unspoken, Hoses dead and garlands broken, O, ye wise, We arise, Out of failures, dreams, disasters, Wo arise to be your masters. —Margaret L. Woods in Albany Journal. CHASED I$Y GI EUUILLAS. A Story of the War. BY A. H. GIBSON. /-TTTEUT. ARTHUR *2 of tho Uii- Jrceived u wound in engagement that had surpri-rd each other on the fill Sal k vor * n *^ r " young officer was jCjQ now sufficiently convalescent mount liis jct-blark war and ride about the cam}) for exercise. Ho hoped soon to get himself into fighting trim again. He was a zealous, courageous young soldier, and he could not endure with patience his enforced inactivity. Hearing that excellent wild fruit abounded in the woods about one mile and a half from the Federal camp, Hartwell determined to ride over and enjoy a delicious treat. While riding leisurely along through a largo canebrake, midway between the camp and tho woods to which he was hound, lie was surprised and cap tured by a band of rough guerrillas who had been recommitering the ene my's position from a safe distance. The Union spies had reported only tliat morning that there were no ene mies within ten miles of their own lines. So Hartwell had ridden off alone, never dreaming of what was to lu-fall liim. He had been riding carelessly along, inadvertently whistling some little tune heard at cam]), and think ing of the dear old mother far away in her cabin on tho Kansas lino. Suddenly Iris horse was stopped, his arms were pinioned to his sides by brawny hands, while villainous, hard ened countenances leered upon him. "Don't yor chip nary word, or by tlier liolv smokiti' powers o' t'other world. I'll send a bullet clean through yer durned Yankee carcass," said one ro bust guerrilla, holding an old musk', t threateningly near the captive's hand some head. Hartwell was too completely sur prised to frame an answer. The guer rillas surged about him wild with glee over their great capture. A Yankee officer was not picked up every day. Their rejoicing, uncouth and profane, rendered them for u short time in cautious. Tho tram)), tram)) of com ing horsemen throw the jubilant band of four guerrillas into considerable ex citement. In a moment every man was quiet and on his guard. Instinc tively, each rough fellow sought musket or carbine, the rifled property of some dead soldier. Every eye was turned in the direc tion of the approaching riders. That there were not more than two or tli: e;* could easily he told from the sounds that the horses' feet made on the hard, clay baked road by the canes. Lieutenant Hartwell w as for the mo ment forgotten. Were those riders wearers of the blue or tlio gray? The tall, dense, intervening canes prevent ed an answer to that mute question. Three guerrillas had stationed them- | selves behind clumps of vegetation, ■while the fourth hold Hartwoll's horse with his left hand, his right grasping n carbine. It was a favorable moment for Lieu tenant, Hartw ell. He recognized it as such. While the short absorption of the guerrillas'attention lasted, Hart well. quick as aw ink, slipped from the saddle, and, ere his captors were aware, with far more agility than his weak physical condition would seem to war rant, he had darted off through tlic towering canes, w here a horse could not follow. The guerrillas, so absorbed in await ing the approach of the invisible horse men, did not for a moment observe t h< empty saddle. Then, with a smother ed oath, the one holding the officer'- horse struck him a severe blow to nuikt him stand aside. Tho spirited animal resented the blow, and with a savege lunge the bridle-rein was jerked from the grasp of the irate man who wa thrown hardly to the ground, wli < he lay half stunned as the Lieuten ant's fiery horso went tearing away down the road. Then the horsemen rode into view. An exclamation of rude pleasure fell Irom the lips of the guerrillas. The grips on the carbines loosened. They recognized in the newcomers two (if | their own men, who were deserters from Van Horn's ranks, although they still wore the gray. These men wen soon informed of the capture and sud den escape of tho Federal officer. "Jes' plum like a blamed Yankee," remarked one of tho newcomers. , "They're all slicker'n a eel; they'll any of em squeeze through a knot-hole ef j they're gin half a chanco." " Waal, I sartain believe yor," said , the leader, who had menaced Hart well; "but ho kain't be fur off, boys. Them Yankees kain't run through a cane-patch no better*!) a city gal kin. Let's be on bis trail, an' not stan' liver j a-crivin' sicb chances tar beat, we 'una " Alter a nasty consultation it was de cided to conceal the horses in a grove hard by, and every man enter the pur suit, which they felt sure would lead to the recapture of their escaped pris oner. Striking into tho cane-brake, they were soon on tho Lieutenant's track, which led through the intricacies ; of the thicket. Meanwhile, Arthur Hartwell was ' making gigantic strides through the bosky brake, stumbling over clinging vines, which were densely entangled about the canes; splashing and dash- j ing into hidden pools of stagnant j water; then out again and into another worse than the first, despoiling the polish of his No. 7's and flicking with clayey splashes his spotless uniform. ' His physical strength was not ado- j quale to the demand which his really desperate effort to escape enforced. Still, on lie hurried. The early autumn day was intensely hot. Tho sun seemed to bear a par ticular spite toward that spot, and poured down mercilessly upon pursued and pursuers. The huge canes defied the admission of any cooling breeze which might be astir without. Ere Lieutenant Hartwell had reached \ the southern border of the thicket ho was almost exhausted, (treat beads ! of sweat stood on his face, and his j limbs trembled from fatigue. He stood ' irresolute as to what course to pursue next. He had been forced to flee in an opposite direction from tho Union J camp. Where would he seek refuge ? | liis strength was failing. He could not j keep up the flight any longer. Then I ho dared not hide among the canes. ; Already, in Hearing pursuit, he could hear t lie heavy boots of the guerrillas I crushing canes and brambles, leaving j no nook unsearched. Just before him, through a grove of cottonwood, walnut, and hickory, all ' tinged with autumn's russet gold, he i caught sight of a handsome southern home, built of red sandstone, with i clambering vines half veiling the front and roof, and beautiful flowers of every variety surrounding it, lending to the , entire place the splendid glow and beauty of tropical aspect. It was tho ' home of some abettor of tho Southern | I cause. Hartwell knew this, and he ! felt quite sure that if he sought refuge there ho would bo handed over to his 1 rough captors, who, if they did not j belong to the Confederate service, | favored it, while they bitterly opposed the Federal army. Hut haste, not debate, was neces sary. Ho could hear the guerrillas drawing nearer; their curses, too, reached him, as non-success at every I turn ballled them. They had expected j • i/iipfe- Mi "SINGING IN A CLEAR, BIRD-LIKE, SO PRANO VOICE." to find it no task at all to run him down. Hut the end was not yet. Har.t well, however, knew that they would soon roach the southern limit of the canebrake; then escape would be im possible. Not pausing to think again that it might prove "out of the frying-pan into the fire," the hunted officer dashed forward toward the house. Ho leaped over the low, well-trimmed hedge that surrounded the attractive grounds of the lovely Southern home, then he stood motionless and gazed in evident admiration at the sweet picture which confronted his vision. A beautiful girl, with plump, grace ful figure, wonderful masses of dusky golden tresses flow ing in luxuriant rip ples all over fier proud little head, and wine-dark eyes starry with mirth and intelligence, was at work in the yard near the house. She was singing in a clear, bird-like soprano voice some thing about a brave lover wearing the gray. Her deft, snowy lingers un pinned from a clothes-line, stretched from an Indian peach-tree near tho house to a stout cherry in the corner of the yard, miscellaneous articles of muslin. Those she deposited into a large, old-fashioned clothes-basket i that rested on tho soft, velvety grass 1 at her feet. In another moment Lieut. Hartwell stood uncovered before this fair South ern girl, bowing with the urbanity of a perfect gentleman. The song ceased, and Flma Starlton gave a start when she discovered the handsome Union officer bowing so po litely before her. "Pardon me," he uttered rapidly; "I did not wish to startle you." Then ho briefly mentioned his cap ture by the guerrillas and how he had <i caped, ending by entreating her to show him, if possible, some secure hid ing-place. Would she heed his im portunity ? Lima Starlton had two brothers and a father in the Confederate service. This man was an enemy to the dear r * jjjl P ; V "AWAITING His DOOM OB His s \i.v.\ i ION." Southern cause. Would it be right to assist liim in his efforts to avoid re capture? Would it not he the verv lit ight of disloyalty in her to hide this Federal officer on the Starlton prem- Tho girl thought rapidly, one hand, j beautiful and shapely, resting on the I clothes lino, the other dropped at lier i side. She glanced up info the pale but j i firm face of the man who had applied ! I fo her for aid. Hi eyes were so blue I and manly, bis whole countenance so j noble, her warm heart felt a throb of ! njfcv. liis cantors were not soldiers I but swamp guerrillas—a bold, evil disposed band. She had quite forgot ten that lie had told her that. Elma Starlton was not in sympathy with the guerrillas infesting the swamps and cane orakes round about her home. Hut, liad she been, the manly face be fore her would have been sufficient to shake it. The autumn breeze lifted tho sheets on the line, giving Elma a glimpse of several roughly clad men, halted in the adjacent grove, evidently at a loss which way to turn to find the retreat of the Yankee officer. They were the guerrillas. A scornful flash lit up tho wine-dark eyes of tho girl as she turned to the man, who seemed to be awaiting his doom or his salvation at her fair hands. Yes; she would save him. But how? | Ah! it is surely too late to help him to escape recapture. See! two of tho guerrillas have started toward tho house, leaving the others in consulta tion at the border of the grove. In another moment they will have seen the hunted man, screened by tho clothes on tho lino. On they stalk to- I ward the house. Elma is a girl of ingenuity, one ac customed to acting iti emergencies. She will foil thoso rough outlaws yet. I It is not too late. "Here," she said, in a very low voice, and she quickly lifted tho clothes which she had thrown into the capacious bas ket, "if you will lie down in my old | clothes-basket I think I shall he able ! to hide you securely." Very obediently, very quickly Ar thur Hartwell coiled himself up in ! Elma Starlton's clothes-basket, and very skillfully she covered liim com pletely with tho clothes she held. Then she went on unpinning clothes from the lino, which she threw loosely upon the basket. No one would have guessed there was a man beneath that mass of clean clothes. Elma was again singing as merrily as a lark when tho guerrillas drew near. One of them bounded over the hedge. He approached the girl, who gave a well-feigned start, greeting him j thus: "Ike Carter! What do you mean by startling a body this way?" She knew him well, as his home was 1 not far from tlio Btarltons'. "Didn't go tor startle yer, Miss ] Elmy; I'm on ther hunt of a blamed I Yankee off'cer what's escaped us." "Wall, Ike, we're not in the habit of j entertaining Yankee officers hero un less we are obliged to. It is not a good place to hunt for them on tho Starlton j premises." "I know hit ain't, Elmy," said tho fellow; "but we tracked him this away," he explained. "How did ho escape you, Ike?" she asked, trying to show an interest in the subject, hoping thereby to allay any suspicion that might have been formed in tho guerrillas' minds. The guerrilla launched out a full ac count of the capture aiul escape of Lieutenant Hartwell. Elma listened as attentively as if it were all a new j story to her. "As we-uns was consultin* in yon grove, Pete Jarvis lowed he done seed a blue uniform, or somethin' thet looked mighty like one, over hyar by these clothes. Thet's why I come hyar a . botherin'you-uns." A musical laugh followed this an nouncement. Then Elma said: "An optical illusion. I suppose it was mother's blue muslin curtains that Jarvis took for a Yankee uniform." And Elma held up to view a pair of pretty blue curtains. Ike Carter eyed them closely, then glanced at the overladen basket on tho grass, then back at the girl who was smoothing the azure curtains, i "Hain't Pete Jarvis a good un ter I sight Yanks? No wonder we-uns done I los' his trail with sich a leader as Pete. I'm plumb sorry, Miss Elmy, thet lie insulted them curtains thet away, by takin' 'em fur a Yank's trousers." And Iko Carter laughed at what he cousid ered a clever joke. "I should think," the girl remarked dryly. "Ike, toll your party, with my compliments, that I think their eyes must be full of cobwebs brushed from the canes. Tell them to wash them out and make another investigation of the thicket," she called to him as lie strode away, looking rather crestfallen; for Iko had seen what Jarvis had, and both had decided it must bo Hartwoll's uniform. But Jarvis being absent had to hear the ridicule. Ike Carter could not stand it to have the bright South ern girl laugh at his blunders. Dear reader, you and I know that it was a glimpse of a blue uniform that those guerrillas had caught. Hut we can smile over tlio cleverness of Elma I Starlton in turning it off so nicely, and heave a deep sigh of fullfgladness that her mother had thoso blue curtains, and that they happened to he in the 1 wash that week. : The guerillas went off, and evidently felt too sheepish over their mistake to I venture within range of thoso mocking, , dancing, wine-dark eyes, for tlioy did | not return. When the coast was clear, Elma un covered tliequeerly hidden Lieutenant, who crawled out, with real tliankful i ness to his lovely deliverer, though his limbs were so stiff that she had to assist him to the little closet, where he remained effectually concealed during the rest of the afternoon. Here she brought him every refreshment that her home afforded. Under cover of the night, brave El ma Starlton escorted Lieutenant Hart well safe within tho Union lines. Ere be parted from her, lie pressed her soft hand, saying: "If I survive the war, I shall return to thank you, as I am unable to do now." Arthur Hartwell did not forget his promise. When pence reigned glori -1 ously over a grief-bowed nation, he oc cupied a lucrative position in public life; hut somehow a pair of wine-dark eyes ever haunted him. He took a trip to the balmy South. He found Elma lovely as of yore, but living sad and alone in her flower-decked Southern homo. Her father and brothers slept Under the sod and tho dew, Waiting the judgment day. Elma did not refuse to become tho loved wife of tho man whom she once hid in her old clothes-basket. Astronomical Intelligence. Telescope man -Come up, gents, and tuko a look at the moon. Only ten cents. Countryman—Does it make the moon look any bigger? "Look auy bigger? Why, it brings j the moon so close that you can read the signs on the board fences." AFTER a man has been married a few years he never dodges when his wife throws anything at him.— Law- I rence American. j T Tv- s statue of Bismarck at Col it of j C o MM bOJ !y NYE WRITES SULLIVAN. HE CHALLENGES THE KRUISER TO A KING COMBAT. Tlio Mill to Come Off in Hi© Paris Grand Operu House—But tlio l'rldo of Boston Must Train Down to 135 Pounds—Will, iain's Epistle to I)c Lossop* and tlio Suth erlaml Sisters. Colonel John L. Sullivan, at largo: DEAR Hilt—Will you permit ino, without wishing to give you the slightest olTonso, to challenge you to light in France with bare knuckles and police interference, be tween this auil the dose of Navigation! I have ha 1 no real good light with tiny body for sonio time, and would bo glad to co-oporate with you in that direction, pre ferring. however, to have it attended to in time so that I can go on with my fail plow ing. I would also like to bo my own stoak holder. Wo would have to fight tit 135 pounds,bo <*auso I cannot train up to that figure with- BULLIVAN AND NYE READY FOR THE BATTLE. out extra care and good feeding, while you could train down to that, I judge, if you begin to go without food on receipt of this challenge. I would ask that we flglit un der the rules of the London prize ring in the Opera House in Paris. If you will de cide to accopt, I will engage the house now and put a few good reading notices in tho papers. 1 would expect that a forfeit of $5,000 bo put up, so that in case you are in jail at tho time 1 shall have something to reimburse mo for my trip to Paris and the general up heaval of my whole being which arises from ocean travel. 1 challenge you as a plain American citi zen and an amateur, partially to assert tho rights of a simple tax-payer and partly to secure for myself a name. I was, as a boy. tho pride of my parents, and they wantod mo to amount to something. So far. tho results have boen different. Will you not aid mo. a poor strugglor in the groat race for supremacy, t<> obtain that notice which the newspapers now so reluctantly yield? You are said to be generous to a fault, es pecially your own faults, and I plead with you now to give mo a chance to share your great fame by accepting my challenge and appearing with mo in a mixed programme for the evening, in which we will jointly amuse and instruct the pooplo, while at tho same timo it will give me a chance to be come groat in ono day, oven if lam de feated. I have often admired your scholarly and spiritual expressions and your modest life, and you will remember that at ono time I asked you for your autograph, and you told mo to go whore tho worm dioth not and tho lire department is ineffectual. Will you not, I ask. aid a strugglor and punter for fame, who desires the eye of tho public, even If his own be italicised at tho time? 1 must closo this challenge more in tlio nature of an appeal to ono of America's best-known men. Will you accept my hum ble challenge, so that I can go Into training at once? Wo can leave the details of tho light to tho Mml and Expvexx, if you will, and tho champion belt wo can buy after ward. All I care lor is the honor of being mixed up with you in some way. and enough of tho gate money to pay for urnie i and at tendance afterward? Will you do it? I know tlio uudienco would onjoy seeing us dressed for tho I ray, you so strong and so wide, I so pensive and so Hat busted about tlio chest. Let us proceed at once. DE LBSSEPB AT HIS DAILY TASK. Colonel, to draw up the writings and b 'gin to train. You will never regret it. I am sure, and it will be the making of mo. I do not know your address, but trust that this will roach you through tho press, for. as I write, you are on your way toward Canada, with requisition and the police reaching after you at every town. I am glad to hear that you arc not drink ing any more, especially whilo engaged in sleep. II you only ©online your drinking to your waking hours, you may live to be a very old man. and your groat, massive brain will continue to expand until your hat will not begin to hold it. What do you think of Browning? I would like to converse with you on the subject be fore the light and get your soul's best sen timents on his stylo of intangible thought wave. 1 will meet you at Havro or Calais and agree with you upon liow hard wo shall hit each other. I saw, nt a low variety Bhon tlio other day, two pleading comedians who welted each other over tho stomach with canes, and also pounded each other on tho head with sufficient force to explode per cussion caps on tho top of tho skull and yet without injury. Ho you not think that a prize fight could bo thus provided for? I will sc.- those men. if you say so. and loarn their methods. Item ember, it is not the punishment of a prize light which I yearn ior, but the efful gent glory of meeting you in the ring and having tho cables and press associate my budding name with that of a man who has done so much to make mon bettor—a man wlioso name will go down to posterity as that of ono who sought to ameliorate and mellow and desiccate his follow men. I will now challenge you once more with groat respect, and beg leave to remain, yours very truly. BILL NYE. Hon. Ferdinand do Lessens, Paris, France: DEAR SIR—I have some shares in the canal which you have been working on and I am compelled to hypothecate them this summer in order to paint my house. I see by a speeeh of yours, made the other day, that yon have great faith in tho future of tho en terprise, and so I will give you the lirst chance on this stock of mine. You have suffered so much in order to do this work that I want to see the stock got into your hands. You deserve it. You shall have it, Fordio, if you will send me a postofffoo money order by return mail covering tho par value of five hundred shares. I will lose tho premium because I am a little pressed for money. Tho painters will bo through next week and will want thoir pay. As I say, I want to see you own the canal. Tor In fancy I can see you as you toiled down there In tho hot sun. as you floated "our wheelbarrow down the valley with your perspirat on. I can see you in tho morning, with hot. red hands and a tin dip per pail, going to your toil, with a largo red cotton handkerchief sticking out of your hip pocket. Fo I have decided that you ought to have control, if possible, of this great water front. Besides, you have a larger family than I have to support. When I heard that you wore the father of llftoen little children, and that you are in the sere and yellow loaf. I said to myself a man with that many little mouths to feed, at the ago of eighty, shall have thc|flrst crack at my stock. And so, if you will send tho face value as soon as possible. I will cay bong jaw. mossuo. Yours truly. BILL NYE. To tho Koven Haired Sisters, 'Kteonth street, New York : MEHDAMEH. HAMSELLEH AND FELLOW CITIZENK— I wiito those few lines to say that I am well and hone this !wiii nna you an enjoying tno same great blessing. How plonsant it is for sisters to dwell together in unity and beloved by mankind. You must indeed ; have a good time standing in tlio window I day after day. pulling your long hair j through your lingers with pride. When I | llrst saw you all thus engaged, for the bone lit of tho public, I thought it was a candy I pull. I I now writo to say that the hair promoter i which you sold mo at tho timo is not up to I its work. It was a year ago that I bought it. and I think that in a yoar something ought to show. It is a groat nuisance for a DUblio man who is liable to come homo late nt night to have to top-dress his head before he can retire. Your directions in volve great cai e and trouble to a man in my position, and still I have tried faithfully to follow them. What is tho result ? Noth ing but disappointment, and not eo very much of that. You said, if you remember, that your father was a bald-headed clergyman, but ono day. with a wild shriek of "Eureka!" ho discovered this hair encournger, and the rest of his life Illled his high hut with hair every timo he put it on. You said that at llrst a lino growth of down, like tho inside of a ! mouse s ear. would bo seen, alter that tho , blade, then tho stalk, and tho lull corn in ! tl lo ear * In a pig's oar, lam now led to be lieve. ! Fair but false seven haired sisters. I now j b d you adieu. You have lost in mo a good. ' warm, true-hearted, and powerful friend. I Ask mo not for my indorsement or ray bo i fo:o and after pietine to use in your cirou lars. I give my kind words and photographs hereafter to the soap men. They are what they seem. You are not. When a woman betrays mo she must be- I ware. And when soven of them do so, it is ' BUT THE HAIR THAT HE LONGED FOR NEVER CAME. ! that much worse. You loolod me with | smiles and fates promises, and now it will j bo just as well for you to look out. I would j rather die than be betrayed. It i disagree able. It sours ono and also orubittors one. It also causes that tired leoling. I I.ore at this point our ways will diverge. Tho roads fork at this plaeo. I shall go on upward and. otnvurd hairless and capny, also careless and happy to my goal in life. I do not know whether each or cither or you have provided yourselves with goals or nor. but if not you will do well now to select, some. Tho world may smile upon you and gold pour Into your eolTers. but the day will come when you will loarn to wrap tho drapery of your hair about you and lio down to pleasant dreams. Then will arise the thought alas!— Then You'll Remember Mo. I now close this letter, leaving you to tho keen pangs of remorse and the cruel jabs of unavailing rogret. Some peopl" are born bald, others acquire baldness, whilst still others have baldness thrust upon them. Some aro bald on the outside of their heads, others on tho inside. But oh. girls, beware of baldness on tho soul. I ask you, oven if yon are the daughters of a clergyman, to think seriously of what I have said. Yours truly. BILL NYE. Dr. Holmes' eightieth Birthday. At Beverly Farm, near Boston, on the 20tli day of August last, Oliver Wendell Holmes quietly celebrated his eightieth birthday. Letters and tele grams of congratulation poured in i upon him from all over the country, and many ladies and gentlemen called in person. Many beautiful floral gifts were sent to the Doctor, and tho house was tilled with sweet flowers. He also received a very handsome remembrance in the shape of a solid silver gold-lined cup of beautiful design from personal friends and classmates. The Doctor . greeted each of his visitors personally I with a cordial grasp of the hand and expressed his great pleasure at their DR. O. W. HOLMES. ; coming. His manner is as vivacious, , his step is as elastic, and his eyes as bright and merry as they have been these many years back. Barring a slight difficulty with his henring, the I Doctor's powers arc unimpaired. lowa's Walled Lake. The greatest wonder in the State of lowa, and perhaps anv State, is what is called tho "Walled Lake," in Wright County, twelve miles north of the Dubuque and Pacific Bnilwnv, and I 150 miles west of Dubuque city. Tlio lake is from two to tluoo feet higher than the earth's surface. In some places the wall is ton feet high, fifteen feet wide at the bottom, ami live feet ! wide on top. The stones used in its ' construction vary in weight from three tons down to 100 pounds. There is an abundance of stones in Wright County, but surrounding the lake to tho extent of live or ten miles there are none. No one can form an idea as to the means employed to bring them to the spot or who constructed it. Around the entire lake is a belt of woodland half a mile in width, com posed of oak. The trees must have been planted there at the time of tho building of the wall. In the spting of the year 1850 there was a great storm, | and the ice on the lake broke the wall in several places, and the farmers in ! he vicinity were compelled to repair tho damages to prevent inundation. Tho lake occupies a grand surface of 2,800 acres; depth of water as great as twenty-five feet. The water is clear i and cold, soil sandy and loaniv. It is singular that no has been able to | ascertain where tho water comes from nor where it goes, yet it is always clear and fresh.— Burling ton (low a) Hawk ! eye ! TOMMY (who has been forgotten until nearly eleven o'clock)— Paw, what is a jiffy V Father—lt's just about the length of time you've got to get to bed 1 without a licking. AT CUSHING'S ISLAND. SKETCHES AT A PHEASANT ItESOBT DOWN IN MAINE. Pretty I'icturoH ami llaiidsomo Girl*— The Work of a ('IIICUKO Sketching Club I.oiiKfellovv's llirtlipluca Sumlwicli I'artlen. [Cuabings Inland, Mo., lottor to Chicago Intoi Ocoau.] ilt THE urgent re I / A quest of the guests ///£ of the Ottawa i, House, as well as , ftt suggestion \yj . 'iff /jg! of art lovers of PH ATAM >or^an( l who arc Til r M interested in the ftv rV Ua?Bij work Chicago's Xti'-k Bfaf sketching party, an I nira exhibition is now iu progress here at / which are seen / some of the many sketches made on the island during the past few weeks. It is something unusual to have an art exhibition during the summer months, and hardly an ordinary attraction at a EDITH SEXTOIA summer resort, but Cushing's Island has a brainy element, and its visitors are not judged by ordinary standards The artists and pupils who came hert from the West have had but since the first of July in which to prepare th( many sketches now on exhibition. Th( pictures have been placed in the liote* reading-room. The sketches include water-colors, oil paintings, and studies PORTLAND LIGHT. in charcoal and pencil. Some of their have been so meritorious as to meet with immediate purchasers. Many ol j the sketches shown are the work of be ginners, who have begun well. Many of them never did any outdoor sketch ' ing before. It is remarkable that there | is an absence of figures and flowers— ! unless exception be made to the study | i'f a head for which pretty little Editn •Sexton posed. The two little Sexton ! girls are excellent models, and would | prove valuable aids to any artist who | eared to paint a picture representing the two little English princes in the tower. The artists have painted almost everything on, about, or near the isl and. except the town of Portland. Prohibition prevented painting. One object that has been introduced into almost every sketch is the light-houso, marking the main channel, or Port land light, as it is called. One of the few points about the isl and that have rot been sketched by every artist in the vicinity is old Fort Gorges, in Portland harbor. It is TORT GORGES. rather an impressive looking fort, al though it is no longer in use, having served its purpose. Excursions to Boston are common events. These parties usually consist of ladios, as the gentlemen are too scarce to be spared. The ladies, as n rule, are unfortunate, for they usually encounter a storm, and come back looking unusually pale. They become so seasick on the water that it is not to be wondered at that several of them wanted the earth while on the ocean. Ono young lady narrated her experi- LONGFELLOW'S BIRTHPLACE enoes on the boat. When she awoke she found that it was daylight and that she had a desire for fresh air. No one was in sight except a pretty girl, a stranger, who remarked that she was getting up early so as to get some fresh air. # The first lady asked what time of day "it was, and was informed that it was just four o'clock in the morning. After a while the Chicago lady went on deck and saw the pretty girl get ting "fresh air." The "fresh air" con sisted of a sheepish-looking young man, who had his arm about the pretty girl's waist, who in turn rested her pretty head upon the young man's ♦ boulder The Chicago girl looked the other way, and for the first time real ized why so many "fresh-air funds" were started in the East. A point of special interest to visitors in Portland is the house where the poet Longfellow was born. It is in the lower part of the town and attracts continual attention. Another point of interest in Portland, and which is visited by every stranger, is Longfellow square, one of the most beauinui spots in rne rorest 01 Maine. In the center of the square is the splendid heroic statue of Longfel low, born and reared in Portland, the pride of its people. One of tlie Chicagoans returned from Portland with a uniquo story. A small boy said to bis mother: "Mother, give me money to go to the circus." "No, I can't let you go there." "Then let me have a tooth pulled; I want to do something." There are many beautiful things to be seen about Cushing's Island, but TUB LONGFBLLOW BTATUB. among ine living picrures lew can out as much admiration as is bestowed upon "the pretty girl," as she is called by the many who have eyes for the beautiful. 'Hie "pretty girl" is Miss Lilla Wittredge, of Lynn, Mass., who came here with her mother. Miss Wittredge has been likened unto a wild rose, she is so fair to look upon. Hlio is of the brunette type, with dark, lustrous eyes, a plentiful supply of black hair, a complexion that is rich and rare, defying description. Miss Wittredge is about 17 years of ago, but is nevertheless a belle. Sho has an immense "repertoireof dresses," in the selection of which she has shown not only startling originality but exquisite taste. Tlio professional artists have thus far been unsuccessful in getting Miss Wittredge to pose for them, but here is an attempt at a portrait taken HISS LILLA WITTRKDGB. while "the pretty girl" was writing a letter, a pastime that seems to give her great pleasure. A High Life Chinese IVedding in Chicago. It was a solemn but strange wedding. The parties to the contract were Moy Sing, a disciple of Confucius, and Miss Ida Waguer, a comely German girl from Streator. The ceremony was performed in a room richly hung in Oriontul trappings, near Hip Lung's Hotel. There were present a score or more Chinese, a few of whom had wives of Anglo-Saxon blood. All were in holiday attire, and when the marital knot was tied there was a general rejoicing. The rites were pronounced after the manner set forth in the statute hooks of the State of Illinois. The performance was soon over, and then the friends gathered about to congratulate the newly wedded pair, just as Americans do. Then a queer littlo orchestra, consisting of four Celestials, performed on several odd looking stringed instruments and a tom-tom or gong, producing a weird kind of music. There was nothing elaborate in the dress either of the bride or groom. Moy Sing wore a royal purple silk robe, with the usual flow ing sleeves and wide skirt, while his bride appeared in a suit of India silk. At the conclusion the groom led his bride to Hip Lung's hotel, at 223 South Clark street, where he has rented a suite of rooms. It is an eminently re spectable house, and is kivwn to the Chinese from San Francisco to New- York as the resort of the silk stocking element of Mongolian society in Chi cago. In this hoi el two other China men with American wives occupy apartments, and the advent of a third white woman was duly celebrated. The groom, Moy Sing, is a native of Canton, and is 23 years of ago. He is a cigarmaker in the employ of Sam Moy. It is said that Mr. Sing met Miss Wagner in Streator some years ago while he was conducting a laundry there.— Chicago Inter Ocean STUFF AND NILNBENSB. A STRIKING talo—the whale's. A PLACE for lawyers—tlio Sioux Reservation. GRAVE diggers are said to do work that is beneath them. THE tailor hopes to succeed by clothes atteution to businoss. To LOVERS: Never put off till to morrow what you can woo to-day. THE coal dealer somc'.imcs, by mis take, gives the cart driver a weigh. A BOOTLESS attempt—To get up stairs witlrout being heard by your wife. THE man with a boil on his neck never borrows trouble. He has enough of it. DlCK —Going on any fishing trips this summer? Jack—No; I swore off. Dick—Fishing? Jack -Drinking. THE well-bred woman says "please" to her servants, and sometimes to her husband if there's anybody around. A TEXAS COW lias died from eating corn with a full grown beard. Men with a full grown beard have died be fore now from drinking it. MRS. SOITRFACE —I hear Mrs. De Sweet's husband is just devoted to her. Mrs. Sharptongue— Ho is ? Well, well! There ain't many such men. A SEEDY individual being told that: his coat "looked as if it hadn't had a nap in a dozen years," replied: "I beg your pardon, but this coat has been lying in my wardrope two and twenty' years till to-day, and that's time enough to have had a good long nap."
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