IMPATIENCE. BT OZIAS Mll'SmilEa. •I've left the bright, bright valley where flowers are blooming. , , , No flowers a relieve but the thistle and thorn, My days are darkness and cyclones aud tempes K , I 'wish I was dead or had nevor been born." "While thus sang a lady when noariug the shad- Wbich fall after twilight In life's rugged way, A voice at her elbow reminded her gently. " 'Tis true as a prophet: Each dog "has its day." For there by her side on a rustic seat sitting Her lover of youth had returuod bronzed aud old, His form yet oroct, his mustacho yot beauty. His pockets well tilled with bright silver aud gold. fcioy sat in the garden that bright balmy morn ing. Bemath tho buds, blossoms, and leaves of a tree; With sweet gentle zephyrs of spring for their breathing, Much happier far than young lovers could bo •Come." said tho old truant, "lot us gather thistles, And make a grand bouquet of briars and thorns. Coino out in tho darkness, tho oyclones and tempests, Come into tho wilds of the winds and tho storms." They went from tho shadow, hut found only sunshine; Death's nearest approach then seemed farthest ; Ho searched for tho thistles; she found only flowers; I He gave up his task and received her bouquot, NO. 11. I'm sitting in doubt, 'mid tho trembling of pas sion, And quenching my fears 'mid tho flames of ! IOVO'B fire, j For Itobin insists we must bo in tho fashion Ami wait yet a year, notwithstanding desire. : Obi could I hut quicken his flame to my notion, I Aud stir up tho ombers that smolder and nine, ' I'd busk in tno heat that would give my nope . motion, j And All his soul full of that burning in miuo. I kuow Robin loves mo with his understanding, Aud seems to appreciate fervor and fear ; But that is not whatiny love's life iB demanding, It wants u, love unafraid to approach near. It wants a lovo that will draw 1110 to its folding And cover my soul with its comforting bliss; It wants a lovo that, as mo in its arms holding, Will weleomomy lovo with a lover's warm kiss. To-day, as wo eat on the sofa conversing, My soul was enraptured with hopiugs tho But not a thing happened, ho went on rohcarsing Tho samo old, old story ho'd told mo bofore. Oh I how my heart ached for a drink at its lei- Oh! how my lips parched I how my bosom did swell I How trembled my limbs 1 how I louged without measure I And how, spite of all these, disappointment a9 well. Oh! Robin, come love mo. Tho doe on tho mountain Is nevor so frco as thou mayest bo here. Come stay 'mid the billows, corno tusto at the fountain. "Twill give thee sweet pleasure "If fliou wilt draw near. And ah i Robin dearest t let me thee entwining Burn into thy soul tlio sweet passion of love. Or revel mo in its sweet comfort subliming, And joy in its glory which comes from above. CIiKJAUO, 111. CAPT. M'CU LLOCH' S LEAP I An Incident of Border Life at I Wheeling, West Virginia. -*"> - WESTY-FIYB iSiv log cabins comprised the hanv ♦f let of Wheeling, W '-''AraSfiSß Va,, in the yea) livflS Itwasonthi far wos ' orn horde] of colonial civiliza i"K " extreme}) J.v isolated position. suffered severely | from the attacks of the savages. To I protect themselves the settlers had ! built Fort Henry, which was erected on the right bank of tke Ohio, a short distance above Wheeling Creole. The entire fighting force of tlio village, in eluding the garrison of the fort, con sisted of but forty-two men. Among that number, however, were many whose deeds of powess and skill with the riflo had made tliem terrors to tlio Indians. In the latter part of Sep tember tho settlement was attacked by four hundred warriors aud the villag ers were compelled to flee to tho fort for protection. Driven to desperation by tlio sight of their homes being de stroyed by the savages, they made an ill-advised sortie, in which they wero all but overcome, and only sixteen men lived to return to the fort and defend it and tho helpless women and chil dren within its walls against more than four hundred savage redskins. The history of those days within the fort is a record of deeds of daring and personal heroism, one of which is un paralleled in ancient or modern times; a feat beside which General Putnam's performance at "Horse's Neck" sinks into insignificance, and which, had it occurred at a later day and been performed by a man of'more prom inent position in life, would have fur nished a theino for many a pen and pencil. In their distress the garrison sent messengers to the nearest settlements. Tho response was immediate, and four teen men from Cross Creek succeeded in fighting their way through the sur rounding savages and triumphantly entering the fort. Forty mounted men, under Captain Samuel McCul-, loch, followed this first detachmont to the relief of the fort. Every prepara-j tiou was made by their friends insidej to a sist them in their attempt to 1 enter. The gates wero opened, and a sortie was ovgani/.-d to cover their ad vance. Alter ade pevate hand-to-hand conflict, in which manv of the redskins thuxr in fnrninw their way through without losing single num. McCullooh, however was less fortunate than the rest of his company. Toward him tlio savages cherished a bitter hatred. A fear less and daring woodsman, a dead shot, and a cunning scout, his name was known throughout the entire frontier, both to whites and Indians, and he had been one of the most prom inent figures iu the numerous bloody fights in which tho two races had con tended. Among the savages surround ing the fort there were few who had not lost either a friend or a relative by his unerring riflo. As he dashed for- j in the rear of his troops, encour- iging them by voico anftor, the tops of tho boots wero of enormous width. The shoes dur ing the reign of Charles 11. and James 11. were distinguished by high lieels and lougisli toes, tapering toward their points, but cut square at the ends, the uppers of which not only covered the instep, but extended some distance over the shins of their wearers. Buckles, it is said, were first used in the reign of William 111., but the brass of ltobert Attelath at Lynn, who died in 1:176, is pictured with shoos with buckles. Tho costliness of many of tho buckles so worn is pb.ced beyond doubt from the fact that they were ofton fashioned of tho most precious metals and studded with brilliants. William himself wore high jack boots, scarcely diff'oring in form from and having tho same belongings by way of instop-guardß as those of his predecessor. They were cut as ugly as can possibly be imagined. Ladies' shoes hail heels. It was quite common to bridge tho arch with a leathern clog. Tho high-cut quarter shoe was worn by men during the reign of George I. and George 11. liuckled shoos lasted down to the bo giuuing of tho present century. Thev were speedily succeedod by shoes fastened with strings. In the reign of George HI. close-fitting top boots, tho legs of which wore out from grained leather, were very commonly worn. Tho upper portion was cut more to resemble tho form of the leg, and it was furnished with a turnover or a top, as it was after ward called. High boots so cut wore found to be difficult to got on and off, anil in the process of time tlio height of leg was lowered. In many of these low orod boots tho turnover reached down to tho ankle. It was during this reign that tho Ilessian came into fashion—perhaps tho handsomest boot over worn. This boot was a Germm importa l ion; but boots similarly cut are known to have been worn in Bohemia as o irly as 1700. This was followed by the Wellington. In tbo reign of George IV. ladies wore boots laced up the front. Tho Blucher, which oamo into fashion in the early potion of tho present cen tury, continued iu great favor down to a vory recent date, and even yet it is not entirely displaced. The introduction of elastic within tho memory of readers of moderate ago did much to discountenance the Blucher boot. A Fresh, Gory Arm. Writes an old-timer: "The night Abraham Lincoln was assassinated T witnessed a curious incident, which I shall never forget. I was one of a party of young men playing billiards about a squaro from Ford's Theater, where Lincoln was shot. Tho fatal shot had not more than died away in the reverberations in tlio theater than word flew like wildfire along the street that Lincoln was assassinated. A young medical student who know our party happened to bo returning homo from the dissecting room when lie heard the news. He was carrying the forearm of a man, anil had it wrapped in a newspaper. When ho heard the awful news lie threw away the news paper and, swinging the ghastly human bono above his head, rushed into our billiard 100111 and shouted in an excited manner: 'Lincoln is kill ed !' We thought he was insane, and it was Homo time before we could ho made to believe the news. All of us, together with tho medical student, joined tho surging mass of humanity that collected around the theater. An hour after, when tho excitement had cooled down somowliat and we wero walking away, one of our party asked tlio medical studont what he was car rying in his hand. It was the human bono. Tho bleeding, ghastly thing was taken from a 'stiff' that night, and he had clung to it during all the excitement in the crowd." A BUSINESS woman: Jones (to a former sweetheart) —So you are going to throw yourself away 011 old JimsonV. She—Throw myself away! I guess you don't know that he has a million and a bad case of heart disease. Call that throwing myself away? That's what I call getting fancy prices. THE place to see sea serpents is when you aro "half seas over." RACY CHAPTER ON JAGS. SWELLED HEADS THAT MAY BE AC QUIRED IN MANY WAYS. Means of Getting Them Are Only Limited by tli© Combinations to Ho Muda in Mix ing Drinks—Tlio Straight Whisky Jug Is at the Itottom of tlio Lathler and the Champagne Jag at tlio Top. CCORDING to AFIk Webster, a jag is a i-FcriyS load; there fore one who has a ing carnes a small t/ mi loud. That is, if 3on i go strictly by the dictionary's defini tion. llut modern iz©d jhRB are of many kinds; somo V IIS'T 1110 e 'Bhty, nU( I ft H w/ are expensive. The > meaning is so com preliensivo that a score or more of words at.d phrases in use twelve months ago have lapsed into innocuous desuetude. Now, no one says "Brown was loaded to-night," or "Brown got caught in a blizzard," or "Brown was full," or "Brown was leery," or "Brown was swamped." "Brown had a jog last night" is the modern expression which you can qualify with any expressive adjective. "A cold jag" is good form, a "mixed jag" is in common use, and a "f. o. j.," meaning "lino old jag," is the very latest," but AFTER HIS FIRST JAO, everybody has caught 011. The expres sion is not elegant, but it has a moaning, and has probably come to stay. "Jagged" and "jagging" will como 011 apace, and then somebody will add a few pages to the dictionary. Thero is no prevailing style of jag for the very simple reason that no class of society can run a corner on it The champ:igno jag is the happiest of all jags, because it is the most sociable. Who ever hoard of a man evolving a champaene jag without the assistance of one or 111010 friends? Mean men use straight whisky in a game of solitaire, and their jag is as uninteresting as the subjects are miserable and unhappy. But the champagne jag, provided the wine be THE CHAMPAGNE JAG. A1 and tho fitomaoh be not disordorod, calls forth all I hat is social in one's na ture. No torpid livershould over attempt tho chnmpagne jag, for the sake of tho fino bovorngf spoiled. But when gentlo uien anil, mayhap, ladies, throw dull caro away to listen to tho popping of corks, tho least harmful and most exhilar ating of jngs is tho result. Its happiest effects aro soon in tho early morning. If 0110 can sing his soul pours forth in mel ody; if ono can dance tho heols bespoak his joyous condition. If neither accom plishment is vouchsafed the touguo loos ens at both onds anil a happy, harmless loquacity reveals tho jag. It is under Tnr 1' 1 N'KS, the influence of a champagne jag that man forgets his sorrows and sometimes his wifo. He calls upon everthing in reach to contribute to liis enjoyment, and the greatest sufferer is the pocket-book. Tho cost of a champaguo jag, if the jag is rightly celebrated, is never known until the bills all come in. No two jags aro alike, no matter if they aro acquired in the same way The straight-whisky jag is tho jag of sorrows. It has 110 redeeming features anil tho man who indulges in ono should bo banged. Tho artist could not ilo jus tice to the straight-whisky jug. It has two pints in its stomach and a pint in its pocket, and it goos behind a house and drinks all by itself. It rolls from ono side of the street to tho other, and it yells like a* Comanche uatil an officer takes it to tho station. Then it gets sick, oh, so sick, and its head hurts, and tho police judge depletes its pockolbook. Nobody pities it anil nobody should. Even tho bootblack shies stones at the atiiainbt-whiskv iao. The nlain-whisky fag is at the bottom of tho ladder and tho champagne jag at tho top. But the young man! Tho new young man who goes out with a friend is tho happiest of all those jngged. 110 is proud of hiß jag, and long boforo he has any excuse for feeling hilarious ho gets gay. And ho drinks a sherry wiuo here, and a port wine there, and "sweet wine, and sour wino, and he gets gayer and gayer. Such a jag! He finally orders champagne, for ho has iust received his mourns salary. He rests agntnst tbe bar, and invites everybody to come up aud drink wine with him. Ho is veiy siok the next day. Tho new young man with a jag is a rara avis, and the newer he is tho more inclined ho is to talk of his jag. The jag acquired by too frequent pota tious of hot drinks is a Bad. sad lag. Tho WHISKY STAIOHT. hot-drinks Jag is never remembered witn enthusiasm. Sad, stupid, and sea-siok, the man with a hot-drinks jag is to be pitied. A Horse's Memory. "Say, friend, you are on my horse," said one gentleman to another as he reined his horse before tho door. "Your horse! Oh, no; why, I bought this horse two years ago." "You did?" answered the other; "well, I lost my horse—it was stolen— just two years ago." The conversation took place undei the far-spreading oaks of an old-time plan tilt ion homo. A planter was sur prised to see his horse return home after two years, and ridden by a gentle man who evidently had bought tho horse in good faith. After some con versation tHe old owner of tho horse, with much earnestness, said: " Well, sir, if you will dismount, unsaddle the horse, and he don't go to the fouce, tako the bars down, walk to tho well, and if he don't find water in the bucket let it down the well, aud then walk off to his old stable, I will give up, and that horse isn't mine!" "At your word; the horse is yours if he does all that," cried the visitor, and, leaping from the horse, unsaddled it. What was his astonishment when the horse went straight to the fence, letdown the bars, crossed over, went to tbe well, and, finding no water, let the bucket down, and tlion, ns though he had left home but yesterday, walked to the old sta ble. The animal remembered the trick, and the owner recovered his horse. There are those living now who can attest to tho truth of this story, though it happened years ago. —St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Asleep in a Churchyard. An old man who sleeps by tho road side yonder, and upon whose tomb are I the familiar linos beginning, "Bemem- I ber me as you pass by," spent the greater portion of the last ten years of ! his life by his wife's grave. He came j in the early morning, and after remov- I ing any microscopic weed that might have showed itself since the previous evening, would light his pipe aud sol emnly contemplate the stones in his vicinity. He went away regularly to his meals, and as regularly took his afternoon nap on tho grass by the graveside. Shortly before his last visit to tho cherished spot he requested mo to de cipher for him the dates upon several j of tho gravestones, and we conversed , about many whom wo had known in life aud who had passed away. I re marked that the churchyard was a very pretty place, and his faec lighted up j as he rejoined: "Ah, mister, 1 always thought I should like to be buried here, for," looking around, "you see there's | such a splendid view from here." This J was uttered in good faith, aud the old j man seomed convinced that neither coffin lid nor churchyard clods would obstruct his view. Perhaps they don't. In a few brief weeks he came to his favorito haunts to stay. "Poor old William," the flowers upon your gravo have run wild long ago, and no one seems to remember you as they pass by. —Chambers' Jouruat. Her Resolution-. In looking over a woman's list of good resolutions for the new year, we | fail to find the following: 1. Never to stop a horse-car on a curve or on an inclination. I 2. Always to signify to the driver or conductor in some way savo by an up lifted eyebrow that she wants the ear to stop. 3. Never to get into deep conversa- I tion with a friend, aud forgetting her | street till she is a block farther, blame . tho conductor for not stopping more j quickly. j 4. Never to lay her wet umbrella down on the silk-goods countor in n j store. 5. To carry the same umbrella up j and down and not in and out. 0. To buy more than two postage j stamps at a time. 1 7. To mend her old clothes beforo i she gives them to the poor, j 8. To refrain from joining any more j committees. 9. To refrain from telling every one ! she meets what her grippe symptoms were aud what she did for them. 10. To refrain from writing 1889 any farther than into March, 1890.—Bos ton Saturday Evening Gazette. Stamps He Didn't Have. He was a stamp fiend, young and precocious. The plain American stamp had no interest for him. He was mak ing a collection of foreign ones, and so when they sent him down to the post oilico for a packngo ho did not pay much attention, but brought it homo nnd handed it over and skipped out to play tag. Next day they showed him a new sister who had arrived. He looked at her with some curiosity. "Say, where did silo come from?" "Oh, from heaven." "From heaven! Was that the pack age I brought from the postoiifice yes terday, and I never knowed anything about it?" "Y'es." "Golly 1 why didn't you save mo the stamps ?"— San Francisco Chronicle. THFIRE'S nothing like fame, and even the children recognize it, as is illus trated in this dialogue: Bob—My dad's a 'squire and gets his name in tho paper every day. Tom (contempt uously)— That's nothin'. My dad took Jink's liver pills and got his picter in tho papers. THE ENGLISH SOVEREIGN. A I'leasunt View of Queen Victoria. i" morn " s w ers her letters transacts business. is fond of the open r air, and if tlie weather JL be favorable often has 'JI her papers taken into a tent or summer-house upon the lawn, which commands an extensive and most lovely view of Loclrnagar, its surrounding mountains, and the Valley of the Dee. After this comes a walk or a drive in a pony carriage, and tlieu luncheon, at which no one is ever present except members of the royal family. During the afternoon the Queen takes a long drive, often extending to over thirty miles and always iu an open carriage. She dines late, never before 8:30 a. m. An hour spent in the drawing-room talking with the guests who may have been invited, fin ishes the day, and the Queen retires to rest. No question of state is ever decided finally until her Majesty has been con sulted, and she is such a sensible and clever woman that she has often put her Ministers right and settled a diffi cult point, and generally for the best. The Queen is faithful to her old friends and thoughtful for everybody with whom she comes in contact, re membering the smallest details about them, their families, and their occupa tions, and giving evidence of this at most unexpected moments. A ciroum stance which happened to mo justifies strongly the truth of this, hour years ago I was singing at the Koyal Opera at Berlin, and was not even aware that the Queen knew of my engagement there. I, soon after my debut, was at a large dinner party at the English Embassy, and sitting next to me was one of the gentlemen of the Crown Princess' household. During dinner he put into my hand a telegram, telling me to read it. This was from tlio Queen to her daughter (now the Em press Frederick), recommending me to her and desiring her to do all she could for me. Needless to say that after this 1 was so excited that I could eat no dinner, and I insisted on keeping the telegram, one of my preoious souvenirs. Her Majesty is fond of musio and is a good musician. The Queen herself looks after the welfare of all her tenants and servants, and if any one of them is sick she is the first one to pay them a visit and take them little comforts. During her stay in Scotland she takes a pleasure during her drives iu stop piug at various cottages to ask after the welfare of the inmates. When so occupied the Queen is as kind and sim ple as any ordinary lady could be. A Senatorial Episode. If the police will please look the other way a moment we will slyly slip in the following communication sent to us by a youmorist, whoappoars to havo been marvelously inspired by the ma jestic scene that lay before him as he sat in the Senate gallery the other day. He entitles his prose epic "A Senatorial Episode." It canters along thus: Sitting in the press gallery of the Senate recently I saw a Moody Senator Beck to the (hay Butler, who seemed to understand the signal, for he prompt ly proceeded to Call the Stewart, who Hastily procured for the aforesaid Sen ator a Berry and a Plumb. Very soon thereafter ho was seen to clasp both hands over his Vest, from which it was evident he was suffering great Payne. Thereupon a Sawyer suggested that the best remedy was a little Bato taken out of a black bottle, which was prompt ly administered, and in a short time the patient was as Hale asa country Squire dozing in his Pugh during the Sunday morning service. "By George," said he, "that little Bato was worth a king's Bansom. Now, when I get the Barbour to givo me a nice shave, and take a stroll on the grass Piatt and down through the Pad dock to the Quay, I will feel as happy as the bank T'ellor who has escaped to Canada with his pockets full of boodle. Then when I get to ray quarters and Frye any fish caught in the Quay over a good Coke fire, I will bo ready to go to bed and bid Farwell to earthly cares." Now, ho who cannot r,ee the point of this story should procure a tallow-dip from tiro Chandler, by tho light of which he may bo able to Pierce the darkness that envelops His under standing.—Wanking ton Post. About Necklaces. Necklaces in tho reign of Charles I. were made of 'amber set in gold. Pharaoh put a gold chain about Joseph's neck as a mark of his author ity in Egypt. Among the Tartars of the time of Genghis Khan tho necklace was often made of human teeth. The Southern negroes constantly wear bead necklaces, looking upon them as genuine charms. In the reign of Henry VIII. anyone who had not £2OO per year income could not wear a necklace. One of tho most valuable and cov eted possessions of the Western Indian is the necklace of grizzly bear's claws. The Puritans abolished necklaces, as they abolished everything they laid their hands on which savored of orna ment. Thousands of people place necklaces of coral beads around tho necks of babies, with the belief that they will assist the children in teething. When the Saxon dynasty was over thrown by the Normans all persons be low a certain rank were forbidden to wear necklaces under heavy penalty. In South America the natives wear nocklaoes of a peculiarly marked seed, which belongs to a plant growing only n the mountains along the snow line. —Minneapolis Tribune. That Wooden-Headed Young Man. "I take it for granted, Miss Laura," said young Dr. Smiilglcy, "that you condemn, as all sensible young women do, the unwholesome and barbarous practice of tight lacing?" "On the contrary, Mr. Snudgeley," returned Miss Laura, with a wistful, yearing look in her glorious dark eye, "I think a compression of the waist to a rcosonable extent not only harmless but at times positively exhilarating." And that dense, stupid, wooden headed youth sat there for an hour and argued with the young lady on the evils of tight laoing.— Chicago Tvib une.