FANCIED EXPERIENCE OF A WORLD. A little world inhabited by men Had swung for ages 'round its central sun. Until its people came to know all stars Within their range of vision. Each they named and weighed and measured, Computed with their spectroscopes What metals burned in this and wbat in that. Until their wise men thought they know it aIL No wonder was there hut they told its law; All things from nebula) they formed. And all reduced to system, Until thoy lost all sight of God And said he was a principle Held helpless in the grasp of changeless laws Which he as well as others must obey. The future of their race was all laid out By these wise scientists, uud cut and dried, Until one day God laughed at the little fools And sent his messenger to fetch them. Then from out a distant part of space, Never conceived by that puny world, A roaring comet of stupendous size Rushed with a swiftness indescribable. And passing close, within sbmo million leagues, ! Lushed with its flery tails that saucy world, i An#, sucking it away from its old sun. Whirled It, as In derision, through tho void. And dragged it flaming past some thousand stars For all to wonder and to marvel at; Then flung it far out into vasty space, Where no sun was, where no light came. And thoro it turned into a blackened hall And froze till God found better use for it. —New York Sun. BEFORE THE FIRE. "I've Reed some brave fullers in uiy i timo," Baid Denver Bill, filling his short, i black pipe with the air of a man settling down to a long story; "and I don't I 'zactly think myself a coward. But tho bravest chap I ever see war my pard, Dandy Jack Houlston. "When he fust come to us at Dog Hol low 110 looked so all fired spruce, and had such a fine show of Boston togs on, that we thought him a rcg'lar soft 'un, not worth a cuss; But he showed us what grit war 'foro he got through, you l>et! He had been tliar two days when Gougin Jim, the ugliest man in the hull crowd, got playin it down pretty had on a poor old crippled Frencher, who kept a possible store. Up steps Jock and says, very quietly, hut as if he meant it: " 'Don't you see that man's a cripple? Let him alone.' "Jim looked quite took aback for a minute, and then he whips out his knife and hollers: " 'Hold your cumed tongue or I'll cut it out I' "But 'fore he could strike Jack had him by the wrist, and give him tho neat est little wrestler's trip as ever yer seed, and down went Jim, fetcliiu his head sitch a lick agin a stono that for more than an hour he didn't know the ten o' clubs from tho Ten Commandments. "Wal, from that day Jack was jist like a king among us, and Gougin Jim froze to him as ef he'd been his brother, and thought nothin that cud do half good enough fcr him. "But it's jist when yew've struck pay gravel that the water ginerally begins to soak in, and it was jist when every thin was goin right with us that sntliin came and spoilt all. "Old Jack and 1 war standin by Hag gerty's grocery one moruin when the Rockville stage cum along, and all at once I seed him turn pale as a ]>eanut. 1 looked up, and thar, inside the stage, I seed jist 'bout the puttiest gal I ever sot eyes on, and beside her a tall, black 'aired chap, who 'peared to he makin lovo to her as if he were hired at five cents the word. "Jack jumped for'ard, quite wildlike, an hollered: " 'liev you got a place loft aboard?' " 'Guess so—jist one.' " 'All right—l'll take it.' "And 'fore 1 cud say 'whisky' ho gev my hand a grip and says to me. 'Take care o' my traps till I coino back, Bill,' un he war off. "That war the last 1 saw of Dandy Jack, and it warn't till a good while arter that 1 heerd the rest o' the story. But when I did hear it, yew may bet yer bootß 1 didn't forgot it ugaln, and 1 kin tell it you jist as if I seed it all my self. "This gal that poor old Jack war so sweot on war the daughter of a rich old chap who'd got a ranch not far from the upper fork of the Rio Graudo, and her dad had sent her to visit some folks nt the east, and sho war comin buck arter bavin quite a good time. "This black 'aired cuss that was with her was a fellow named Granger, an old clmm of her dad, and pretty nigh as rich as he was. He had managed to jine her on the road hum jist as if by accident, hut I reckon that air accident war done o' purpose. "Jack went with them right on to Rockville, but he never got a show, for this Granger was ono o' them smooth tongued, oil and honey cusses that don't give nobody a chance, and he kep' so close to his gal that Jack cu'du't get sayin a word to her. "As for the gal herself, 1 guess sho war Borter baluncin between 'em, and hadn't quite made up her mind which on 'em she wanted; but anyhow, when poor Jack squeezed her hand at partin she giv him hack just 'nuff of his own squeeze to make him feel a heap better'n what he done afore. "Wal, at Rockville, old dad and some of his friends war waitin for the gal, and they all went liqme together. "One day all the folks went out for a ride over the parairy, and the gal, never thinkin no harm, put her horse to speed and sot off for a good rousin gallop by herself. But Granger had his eye on her, you bet; and he kep' her in sight till all the rest war out o' sight, and then he ranged up alongside of her and got hold of her hands and asked her, flat out, would Bhe marry him or not. "What she'd ha' said in answer to him I can't tell yer, nor nobody else, neither, I reckon, for, afore Bhe cud open her month, a man cum gallopin along as if old Nick war arter him with a ten pronged pitchfork. They'd jist timo to know him for Dandy Jack when he lifted hisself in the Baddle and screeched out to bust liis throat: " 'Ride for your livesl The prairie's on fire I' "I guess they didn't wait to be told twice, and indeed the bosses war off full jump the rnlnuta thoy heered the shout, just as if they understood all about it. Away they went like the wind "Hev yor ever see'd a parairy fire? Wal, if yer hevn't I guess yer end jist as soon git an idee of what it raily is as yew cud put Niagary in a gal's thimble. Fust thing you seo is a little curl o' smoke far off. Then, all at once, it be gins to git thicker and redder 'bout the edges, and suddenly ye hear a rush liko a river comin down in fnll flood. "Then up through the smoke goes a big spout o' fire, and all behind yer's ono sea o' great red, roarin flames leapin and twistiu and shootiu up into the very sky and rolliu after ye liko a waterfall. "Wal, that's tlio kind o' thing poor old Jack and the other two lied got at their heels, and 1 reckon them hosses didn't waut much spurrinl But though they went liko the wind the fire gained on 'em, for you want a start o' twenty mile to race it fair. However, they war still putty well ahead and lookin out with all their eyes for the fust sign o' the clearin 'round the ranch, when all in a minut the gal's boss gives just ono gasp and tumbles over. Down jumps old Jack liko lightnin and had her up in his place a'most afore she knowed what was wrong; and then ho turned to Granger, who was a-lookin as if he'd more'n half a mind to rido off and let 'em shift for themselves, and says; " 'I can't talk sweet to her nor mako lying promises to her, but I can die for her I Could you?" "How grand lie must ha' looked saying them words, and how orful t'other feller must lia' seemed beside him I 1 reckon tho gal felt it, too, for she held out her arms to him and cried: "'Jack, Jack! for God's sake— I'm sure the horse'll carry us both —come! "Jack answered nary a word, hut kissed her hand and gave lier boss one cut with the whip. Away it went, and away went Granger alongside, nnd poor Jack war left there alone to die! "But I'll tell ye one thing—if ever 1 meet that cuss of a Granger agin, I'll skin liim alive with this yar bowie, you see ef I don't! "Wal, It was touch and go with them other two; fur afore they cud git to the clearin the fire cum so close that their clothes war putty nigh Binged off 'ein with the flyiu sparks. However, they did git hum at last, and the folks made an everlastin fuss over 'em when they found 'em alive after all. But when the old dad took his darter in his arms and thanked God that she was spared to him, the gal bust ont a-cryin fit to break her heart and sobbed out: " 'Don't, don't, papa. I'd sooner have died fifty times over than have been saved so!' "And Granger, who was the only one thar as knowed what she meant, looked "bout as liappy as a wolf in a trap. "However, lie warn't the man to he heat so easy, lie warnt; and a couplo o nights arter, when tho gal lind begun to straighten up a hit arter her scare, lie cum around to whar sho was sittin' in the verandy, and ho commenced paluv erin' her agin. She looked up at him for a minute, as if she didn't half un derstand what ho war aimin at, and then she clasps her hands with a sort o' shiver, and cries out, in n voice that warn't a bit liko her own; " 'Never say another word like that to mo—never! I've allowed the bravest and noblest man that ever breathed to throw away his life on me—oh, the mis erable coward that I was!' "She'd hardly spoken, when Granger giv' a jump and screeched out: "'Gracious heaven! there's his ghost!' "And off he went like forty hurri canes; and that was the last o' him. "As for tho gal, she looked around to seo what had skeered him so; but the nex' minute she felt mighty liko uiakin tracks arter him. For there, not ten yards off, lookin white and ghostly enough in tho moonlight to ha' fright ened a blind jackass, stood the figger of Jock Houlston! "Whether she war gwine to faint or to run or what thar ain't no sayin, for fore she cud fix to do anythin at all tho ghost had his arm around her waist and giv' lier a kiss as didn't feel very ghostly. " 'Oh, Jack, are you really alive after all?" says she, clutcliin his arm with both them little hands o' hcr'n, us if to he sure that he was uctilly thar in flesh and blood. " 'Yes, darlin,' says he, kissin her again. "And then ho told her how he'd man aged to sarcumvent the fire. When he war left behind arter they'd rode off he'd nary hope of 'scapin, and his idee war to save hisself from the pain o' bumin alive by hlowin his own brainß ont. "Jist then his eye fell on tho dead hoss, and a lucky thought cum to him. Quick as lightnin he out with his bowie, ripped open the karkiss, scalloped out all the in'ards, and then got inside nnd lay snug, like a b'ar in a holler tree. "He hadn't more'n jist got fixed up 'fore the fire cum sweepin right over him, hissin and roarin like Old Nick, and makin everythin so hot and choky that he felt as if he cudn't b'ar it half a minute longer, hut he thought o' her and he put through somehow. And then when the fire had gone by and all war cl'ar ho cum out ag'in. "There ain't no more to he said. They war married 'bout a month arter that, and they're comin down liyar to have a look at us all some time this summer, and ef we don't give 'em the very tallest kind o' blowout when they do come may I be sculped by tho fust Injun 1 meet! And now let's liquor, for talk in's dry work."—Buffalo News. Followed Instructions. In laying down rules for tho young, one has to he very careful or they will he taken too literally. A case of this kind occurred recently with a result that put the parent decidedly out of countenance. "Johnnie," said his mother, "what did you mean by making me call yon over and over aguin, when yon heard mo tho first time?" "Why, ma," was the staggering reply, 'you always told mo never to interrupt tou."—New York Evening Bun. BHE DIDN'T SEE IT. A Romance of Love, a Mustache arid Despair. CHAPTER I. George Van Doozendyke and Matilda de Bumblcthorpe loved each other fondly and passionately. Had you seen them on the evening on which our story opens you would have thought so. They were in the palatial parlor of Regi nald de Bumblcthorpe, .Matilda's proud parent. The lights were low, and in the glim- j mering gloaming the young people were clasped to each other's hearts wit ha patent clasp adjusted on the lips, commonly called a kiss. George was going away for three long months. CHAPTER 11. A young man is standing before a look- j ing glass, gazing intently at an almost un noticeable excrescence on his upper right hand lip. "Ha!" he says, "I have succeeded. Vic tory has crowned my efforts. A porous j plaster, applied every night for three months, has produced the desired effect. "I have a mustache! "When I left Matilda de Buniblethorpe the proud maiden refused to become my wife until I should have produced one, and now I have done it. Tomorrow I return to claim her as my bride!" And he went to bed. CHAPTER 111. It is the De Bumblethorpe mansion again. We would have made it somewlfere else, but scenery is very expensive nowa days and we are forced to limit ourselves. Matilda is seated at the piano thumbing ' "Anneutzer Rooneyata" with "Bogey manne" variations. She is happy because she is expecting her love. George is coming. There is a ring at the bell, she rushes to the open door and is clasped in hi 4 strong arms and their lips meet in a complex, dia mond cement kiss. The round lasts two minutes and then they break away and go to their corners. Only it is the same corner #br both. "Ha!" remarks George to himself, "she will notice my mustache, my golden silky mustache, in a minute. I long to ask her If it tickles her liplets, but I shall refrain. I will wait until she goes into ecstacies over it." The moments roll by and still she speaks not of it. She asks him about his trip, makes him vow that he has not flirted with a single, single girl (he is very glad that she says nothing about flirting with wid ows) and everything is lovely. But she says nothing about the mustache. Finally George becomes desperate. "Darling," says lie, "do I—have you— ahem! Don't you notice any chuugu in your tootsoy wootsey?" "Why, yes, Georgy," she replied fondly, "I dp! Oo looks ever so much sweeter, ducky—oo really does!" No, she says no more. "Petsy," says he, "don't you remember what you said when I went away—some thing about you marrying rne when I—er— should have raised a mustache?" "Why, yeH, I do," sho replies, and then in the same breath she says, "and oh, deary, why don't you raise one? You might try, anywuy, to please 'oor little pet." Ho thrusts the maiden from him, rises, brushes the wrinkles from his trousers, slaps on his hat and rushes out in the cold, cold night. Thus ends a romance.—Boston Globe. How the Engagement Was Ilrokcn. "Where are my suspenders, maw 0 ' shrieked a Jefferson avenue belle to her mother across the up stairs hall. "Your father borrowed them while I mended his," was the answer. "I can't find my four-in-hand tie." "Your brother Tom wore it last night you will find it in his room." "But, maw, where's my silk yachting shirt?" "Algy wore it to the regatta." There was a brief silence. Then the voice wailed across the hall agnin: "Maw, I can't find my riding trou s-e-r-8." "Charles has them on," was tho re sponse. Then a tired looking young man who had been waiting unannounced in the hall below rose and softly stole away. "She might want my boots next," he said wearily, and 110 one knows why that engagement Is off.—Detroit Free Press. Glud to Got Home. His linen coat ho dons today. Likewise his linen vest. And to tho country takes bis way To get a rest. Two weeks hence to tho town ho hies. Denuded of Ids pelf. And two days on his bed he llos To rest himself. —Now York Press. What We All Wonder. Inquiring Reader—Do you receive many contributions of poetry? Magazine Editor—Poetry, did you say? My dear sir, we are simply flooded with it by every mail. Inquiring Contributor—ls that so? Why don't you print a little of it occasionally then?—Somerville Journal. Her One Thought. Now when you go to take a walk It mAttors not what themo You may discuss, she brings tho talk At lust around to cream. —Exchange. Coy. Rescuer—Miss Properleigh, give me your hand. Drowning Maiden (preparing to sink for the third time)—Oh, Mr. Munloy, this is so sudden! so unexpected! You will have to ask mamma.—Life. A Pretty Picture. 'Neath the shade of the birch they sat. And her head lay on his breast; Ho merely pressed her pretty lips And the kodak did the rest. —Boston News. GEMS IN VERSE. A Reproach. Tho room is ablaze with countless lights. The faces catch the glow; Like the song of hidden water sprites Tho rhythmic waltz strains flow. And I am one of a dozen men Who bow before your tbrone. Ah, Rosalie, I rouieml>er when I waa the only one. Last summer 1 was the only one Who waited for your smilo— When we rowed about the lake alone. And tramped for many a mile. Then there were dozens of girls around As fair as they could he. Yet In my eyes you were always fouud Tho only ono for me. Now, when I ask you for a single dance. You hand me your card Ah, sweet indeed is that smile and glance. Rut Fate is very hard; For every dance on your card Is gone— There's not an empty line, And a certain "F" has 11 vo alone- What! Are those dances mine? Flavel Scott .Mines. The Little Tuuker Itouuet. A maiden came driving a sleek black mare Into the town, into the town; And the light wind lifted her raven hair In Innocent ringlets hanging down To tho nook of her fleecy, lead colored gown. From under the puckered, silken crown Of her little Tunker bonnet. She'd a red rose lip and an eye of brown. And dimples rare, and dimples rare; But the lasses laughed as she rode In town. For tho graceful gown that she wore with care Had never a flounce upou it. And they mndo remark* on her rustic air. And wondered what country hulk would dare Make love to that "queer old bonnet." Oh, merry town girls, you do not know Acres are wide, acres are wide; And wheat and corn ilelds lying a-row Are tho Tunkor's wealth and the Tunker's pride; And the farm and the houses on It, The cow for milk, and the horse to ride. The gift and dower for the bonny bride That wearoth tho Tunker bonnet. But the mcrchunt beau in the dry goods store Welcomed her In, welcomed her In; And tho sweet little face with smiles ran o'er As tho cunning purse of crocodile skin. With the clinking clasp upon it. She drew at each purchase, and front within Coaxed arguments that wore there to win Sure grace for the Tunker bonnet. Then she mounted her buggy and drove away Through meudows sweet, through meadows sweet. Where her gray beard father raked the hay- By the Tunker church were the turnpikes meet, Tho church with no steeple on it. Said the merchant, musing, "Her style it neat; I'll join the Tunkers, raise beard and wheal And win that little bonnet." —Benjamin S. Parker A Little Book. A little book, with here and there a loaf Turned at some tender passage; how it seems To speak to me, to All my soul with dreams Sweet as flrst love, and beautiful, though briefl Here was her glory; on this page her grief. For tears have stained it; here tho sunlight streams. And thero tho stars withheld from her their beams. And sorrow sought bor white soul like a thief! And here her name, and as 1 breathe the sweet. Soft syllables, a presence in the room Sheds a rare radiance; but 1 may uot look. The yellowed leaves are fluttering at my feet; Tho light is gone, and 1, lost in the gloom. Weep like a woman o'er this little book. —Frank L. Stanton. Yesterday. Yesl tho room is Just tho same, And the sunshine is as bright. And tho lamplight is as soft When without folds down the night. Yet tho room is not the same, And we have no heart to play With the checkers, as we did Yesterday. People go by Just the same, And the bells ring every hour; And the groat clock tells the time On tho corner, from the tower. And tho little children smilo In tho houso across tho way. But they miss the smilo they mot Yesterday. And tho street Is Just tho samo. Hurrying footsteps, din and noise; And from far away tho cry Of a crowd of "Extra!" boys. But wo turn to where a star Shines with tender, loving ray; Ah! tho dear stars seem so near, since Yesterday. All tho trees stand just the same, Branches traced against tho sky; And tho grass Is growlug grcou Where the buried people lie. Lovingly the mosses creep On tho Ntoues so old and gray, Why, think! ho was walking there, Yesterday. All tho papers in a pile On tho table by the door; Just as they have always been On the many days boforo. On the top The Transcript lies; And, ah raol why should it say. As It does, "Died suddenly," Yesterday? —Eunice Holbrook. Old Books. A thrasher prime Is Father Time; When harvest loads his wain Ho beats tho hollow husks asido And hoards tho golden gruin. A winnower is Father Time; Tho chaff ho blows away; Tho sweetest seed he treasures up For many A year and day. Oh, very wise Is Fathor Tiincl His flnll is tried and truo. I love the garnered pile of books He's winnowod through ami through. —Sohua Waro Paine. Love and Fume. I looked for Fame, And Love came flitting by But paused awhtlo, With bated wings, to sigh; But still I looked for Fame, And fled by. Famo came at last, When hopo waa almost sped, Famo came at last, When youth and Joy had fled. And then I looked for Love; But Love WAS dead. Bo Brief. Whether you writo in prose or verse. When you've got a thing to say. 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