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.
Say itl Don't take half a day.
When your tale's got little in it.
Crowd the whole thing iu a minute.
Life is short—a fleeting vapor—
Don't All tho whole of your paper
With a tale which, at a pluch.
Could bo cornered in an inch.
801 l her down until she simmers;
Polish her until sho glimmers.
When you've got a thing to say
Say Itl Don't take half a day.
—Christian Leador.
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Tho intent and not tho deed
Is in our power; And therefore who dares
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j , HENBY, JOHNGON & LOUD, Props., Burlington, Vt. { |
I Sold at Schilcher's Drug Store. I
What is
Castoria is Dr. Samuel Pitcher's prescription for Infants
and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor
other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute
for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor Oil.
It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by
Millions of Mothers. Castoria destroys Worms and allays
feverisliuess. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd,
cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. Castoria relieves
teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency.
Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach
and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Cas
toria is the Children's Panacea—the Mother's Friend.
Castoria. Castoria.
"Castoria is an excellent medicine for chil- •• Castoria is so well adapted to children that
dren. Mothers have repeatedly told me of its j recommend it us superior to any prescription
good effect upon their children." known to me."
DN. O. C. OSGOOD, H. A. ARCHER, M. D.,
Lowell, Mass. 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
" Castoria is the best remedy for children of " Our physicians in tho children's depart
which lam acquainted. I hope the day is r.ot ment have spoken highly of their expert
far distant when mothers will consider the real enco in their outside practice with Castoria,
interest of their children, and use Castoria in- and although we only have among our
stead of the variousquack nostrums which are medical supplies what is known as regular
destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, products, yet we are free to confess that the
morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful merits of Castoria bus won us to look with
agents down their throats, thereby sending favor upon it."
them to premature graves." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY,
DR. J. F. KIKCHELOE, Boston, Mass.
Conway, Ark. ALLEN C. SMITH, Pres.,
Tho Centaur Company, 77 Murray Street, Now York City*
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| GRAND CLEARING SALT]
; FOUR WEEKS ONLY. ;
' To Make Room for Fall Goods. ■
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f ~\K7~ e -will close c\xr entire
'■ cf Oxford, ties cut at cost. ■]
GEO. CHESTNUT. 93 CENTRE ST., FBEELAND.J
WHAT TO WEAR I
WHERE TO GET IT!
Two important questions that trouble young men, old
men, big boys and little boys. We will answer your
queries most satisfactorily. We have ready-made
clothing to suit men and boys—all styles and all sizes,
and everything is just from the manufacturer—as new
as new can be. Our stock of gents' furnishing goods—
including collars, cuffs and a handsome line of neck
wear—is certainly worth examining. Then we have
BOOTS, SHOES, HATS, OARS, ETC.,
in such great varieties that 110 man need leave our es
tablishment without a perfect fit. We can rig a man
out from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet
in such fine style that his friends will be astonished,
and the man will also be astonished at the low cost of
anything and everything he will buy of
JOHN SMITH > BIRKBECK F RE'ELA ND .
" THE NIW YORK." A.
Mrs. B. Grimes, Milliner and Dressmaker,
CENTRE STREET, BELOW FRONT.
JOB PRINTING OF ALL KINDS
DONE AT THE TRIBUNE OFFICE.