EMELYAN'S WIFE.
Emelyan was a laborer living in his
master's house. Emelyan was going to
his work in the fields one day when a
frog, upon which he had almost trod
den, jumped up in front of him. Emel
yan carefully stepped over it. Sudden
ly he heard some one call him. Emelyan
turned around and saw a beautiful girl
standing behind him, who said:
"Why do you not marry, Emelyan?"
"How can I marry, my girl? I have
nothing except myself ; no woman will
go with me."
"Marry me."
The girl greatly pleased Emelyan.
"I!" he replied with delight; "but
where shall we live?"
"Is that worth bothering about?" said
the girl. "It only means that we shall
have to work a little more and sleep a
little less, and then wherever we are we
shall find ourselves clothed and fed."
"Very well, then, we will marry; but
where shall we go?"
"Let us go to the city."
Emelj'an and the girl went to tho city.
Tho girl led him to a small house at the
farther end of it; they were married and
started housekeeping. The governor
drove out one day, and as he passed
their house Emolyan's wife ran out to
look at him. When the governor saw
lior he was struck with astonishment at
her beauty, and said to himself, "Where
could such a beauty have come from?"
Ho stepped up, called lior and began to
question lior.
"Who are you?"
"The wife of tho peasant Emelyan."
"How came such a beauty as you to
marry a peasant? You should have been
a princess."
"Thank you for your kind words. I
am well content to be a peasant's wife."
The governor made a few more re
marks, drove away and returned to his
palace. He could not get the wife of Em
elyan out of his head. He did not sleep
all night. He thought of how he should
take away Emelyan's wife and get her
for himself. He could hit upon no way
of doing it, so he called his servants and
ordered them to find away.
The servants said to the governor:
"Take Emelyan as one of your labor
ers. We will then kill him with hard
work. The wife will be left a widow
and you can have her."
The governor sent for Emelyan to be
come a man of all work and to live with
liis wife in the palace. The messenger
went and gave Emelyan the message.
Tho wife replied:
"That is good. Go. You can work
during the day and at night you can re
turn to me."
Emelyan went. He arrived at tho
palace. Tho governor's foreman asked
him:
"Why did you come alone, without
your wife?"
"Why bring her? She has her house."
They gave Emelyan work in the gov
ernor's yard that would have been a
hard task for two men. Emelyan set
about his work and was afraid he
would not ho able to finish it, but l>o
fore night he had finished it all. The
foreman saw that he had done all of it
and gave him for the next day four
times as much.
Emelyan went home. There he found
everything swept clean and tidy; the
stovo lit; the baking and cooking all
done. The wifo was sitting at the
table and sewing while she waited for
her husband. Sho met him, laid the
supper, gave him his meat anil drink,
anil when he had finished began to
ask him about his work.
"There is no nsa talking; it is bad.
Thoy give you more than you can do.
They will kill me with work."
"But you—you must not think about
tho work. Don't look to tho ono side or
to tho other; how much have you done
or how much is left. Only work. All
will bo done in time."
In the morning Emelyan returned to
work. He started work, never looking
to ono side. Lo! by the evening it was
nil finished, and before it was dark he
was at home. They put more anil more
work upon Emelyan, but he always
finished it in time and went home.
A week has gono by. The governor's
servants see that they cunnot kill Emel
yun with rough work. They begin to
give him skilled tasks, but with this
they cannot kill him. Carpenter's ma
son's, roofer's work—all that they gave
him he finishes in time and goes home
to his wife and to sleep.
Another week goes by. The governor
calls his sorvants and says:
"Do I feed you with bread for noth
ing? Two weeks have passed, and as
yet I see nothing from you. Yon want
ed to kill Emelyan with hard work, and
from my window I observe hiin going
home every day, singing. Did you in
tend to make a jest of me?"
The servants began to excuse them
selves.
"We tried," they said, "with all our
might to kill liim with hard work, but
wo could not do it. When he sweeps
with a broom he does it without fa
tigue. We then began to give him
skilled work, thinking he would lie
short of brains, but with that we could
not break him down. Where does he
get it from? Everything he approaches
he does. It must lie that there is witch
craft in him or in his wife. We our
selves are tired of him. We want to
give him a task beyond his [lowers. We
thought of giving him an order to build
a cathedral in a day. Do you call
Einelyan and command him to build a
cathedral in front of your palace in a
Bingle day, and then, if he fails to do it,
his head can lie cut off for disobedi
ence."
The governor sent for Emelyan.
"Now, then," he said, "this is my or
der to you. Build me a new cathedral
in front of my palace in the square. It
must be ready by tomorrow. If you
build it I will confer honor on you. If
you do not build it you will lose your
head."
Einelyan listened to the order, turned
round and went home. "Now," he
Blinks to himself, "my end Is come."
|)le went to his wife and said:
"Get your things together, wire; we
must fly—anywhere. If we do not we
shall be lost, and all for nothing."
"What!" she asked. "Have yon be
come so frightened that you want to run
away?"
"How can I be otherwise than fright
ened? The governor has ordered me to
build a new cathedral, and all in one
day. If Ido not build it he threatened
that ho would cut off my head. Only
one thing is left—to run away while
there is time."
The wife did not accept this sugges
tion.
"The governor has many servants,
and wherever we go we shall l>e caught,"
she said. "You cannot escape him, and
BO long as we have power we must
obey."
"But how to obey when it is beyond
me?"
"Little father! do not grieve. Take
your supper and go to bed. In the morn
ing you will get up and everything will
be all right."
Emelyan went to lied. Tho wife awoke
him.
"Go," she said; "go quickly and get
your cathedral built. Here you have
nails and a hammer, and there is only
one day's work left for you."
Emelyan went to the city, arrived at
the palace and behold! there was a new
cathedral standing in the middle of the
square, wanting only a little of being
finished. Emelyan started to give it the
finishing touches where they were re
quired, and by the evening everything
was complete. The governor awoke up,
looked out from the palace and saw—the
cathedral,with Emelyan walking around
it, merely putting in a nail here and there.
The sight of the cathedral did not glad
den tho heart of the governor. He was
furious at having no opportunity of lie
heading Emelyan and taking his wife.
The governor calls his servants again.
"Emelyan fulfilled this task also," he
said. "We must invent something more
complicated for him. Invent it. If you
do not I will behead you first." His
servants contrived that the governor
should order Emelyan to make a river
flowing around the palace, with large
vessels floating on it. The governor or
dered Emelyan to perform this now task.
"If," he said, "you could build a
cathedral in one day, you can do this
also. All must be ready tomorrow, as I
have ordered it. If it is not ready your
head will be cut off."
Emelyan became more dejected than
ever, and returned with tho gloomiest
of faces.
"Why," she said, "are you BO gloomy?
Has something new been ordered?"
Emelyan told her all.
"It is noccssary," he said, "to run."
"It is impossible to run away," she
said. "We shall be caught wherever
we go. We must obey."
"But how obey?"
"Oh, little father, do not trouble about
anything! Take your supper and lie
down to sleep. Get up earlier and every
thing will l>e in time."
Emelyan lay down to sleep. In the
morning the wife wakes him up.
"Go," she said, "into the city. All is
ready. There is only a little hillock left
beside the harbor. Take your spade and
level it."
Emelyan went anil arrived at the city.
'Round the palace ran a river; vessels
were floating 011 it. Emelyan went to
the harbor and saw there a hillock,
which he started to level. The gov
ernor wakes up, looks out and sees—a
river where previously there hail been
none. On the river vessels were float
ing, and Emelyan with the spade is lev
eling the hillock.
The governor was astounded, and he
was not pleased with either the river or
the vessels, being vexed to think thnt he
could not beheiul Emelyan. He thinks
to himself: "There is nothing that he
cannot do. What is it to lie now?" He
called the servants and liegan to consult
with them.
"Invent for me," he says, "a task that
Emelyan cannot fulfill, for all that we
have hitherto invented 110 has done, and
I cannot take away his wife."
The servants thought and thought, and
at last they found something. They
went to the governor and said:
"Call Emelyan and speak to him thus;
'Go there, without knowing where, and
bring that, without knowing what.'
Wherever he goes yon can then say that
he has not gone where he was needed,
and whatever he brings you can say that
it is not what is wanted. He can then
be beheaded and his wife taken."
The governor was delighted.
"This," he said, "you have invented
wisely." He sent for Emelyan and said
to him:
"Go there, without knowing where,
and bring that, without knowing what.
If yon do not bring it I shall cut off
your head."
Emelyan went to his wife and told her
what the governor had said. The wife
pondered.
"Now," she "they have taught
the governor a lesson that he himsolt
will suffer by. The thing has to be
managed wisely."
She sat down, reflected, and spoke to
her husband as follows:
"You will have to go far—to our
grandmother—to our old peasant moth
er. You must implore her kindness and
you will receive something from her.
You must then go struight to the gov
ernor and I shall lie there. This time I
shall not lie able to esca[ie from their
hands. They will take me by force, but
it will not be for long. If you do all
the grandmother tells you, you will soon
free uie."
The wife prepared her husband for
the journey, giving him a small bag and
a spindle.
"Give this spindle to our grandmoth
er," she said. "By this she will know
that you are my husband."
The wife showed him the way and
Einelyan started on his journey. After
leaving the city he saw some freeshoot
ers (strelitz) practicing. Einelyan stop
ped and looked on. The freeshooters
practiced for awhile and then sat down
to rest. Emelyan went up to them and
asked:
"Don't you know, brothers, which is
the way to go one knows not where,
and Tiow one la to bring one knows not
what?"
Tho freesliooters were astonished at
the question.
"Who," the}' said, "has sent yon to
find that?"
"The governor."
"No," they said, "we cannot help
you."
Emelyan, after sitting awhile, got up
and went on farther. He journeyed on
and on, and came to a forest. In the
forest was a hut. In the hut sat an old
crone—the old peasant mother—spinning
flax and crying. The old woman saw
Emelyan and screamed out:
"What have you come for?"
Einelyan gave her the spindle and said
his wife had sent him to her. The old
woman immediately became milder in
her manner, and began to question him.
Emelyan started to tell her all his life—
how he married the girl; how he moved
over to the city to live; how he was
taken on as a man of all work; how he
served tho governor; how he built the
cathedral; how he made the river with
the vessels 011 it, and how the governor
had ordered him to go there, without
knowing where, and bring that, without
knowing what.
The old woman listened and stopped
to weep. She began muttering to her
self.
"All right," she said; "sit down, lit
tle son, and eat."
Emelyan ate, and the old woman
started giving him instructions.
"Here," she said, "you liavo a ball.
Roll it before you, and go after it
wherever it runs. You will have to go
a long way—to the ocean. You will
get to the ocean, and there you will see
a large city. Enter the city, and ask in
tho farthest house for a night's lodging.
There you must search for what you
need."
"But how, grandmother, shall I know
what it is?"
"When you see what people obey bet
ter than father or mother that will be
the thing. Catch hold of it and carry
it away. You will bring it to the
governor; 110 will tell you that you have
not brought what was needed, and you
must then say, 'lf this is not the thing
it must be broken in pieces.' Beat ui>on
it and then take it to the river; break it
and throw it into the water. You will
then get back your wife."
Emelyan bade the grandmother good
by and departed, rolling tho ball before
him. The ball rolled and rolled und
brought him to the ocean. By the ocean
was a large city. At the far end of it
was a big house. Emelyan asked for
leave to sleep in the house and was ad
mitted. He lay down to sleep. Early
in tho morning he awoke and heard the
father going up to arouse his son that
he might send him to chop wood. The
son does not obey.
"It is early yet," 110 says; "there is j
time."
Emelyan hears the mother getting
down from the oven, and she says:
"Go, my little son; the father's bones
are aching. Must ho go himsolf? It is
time."
The son merely smacked his lips and
slept once more. While he slept there
arose a terrible noise in tho street and a
beating, as of drums. The son jumped
up, put on his clothes and ran out into
the street. Emelyan also jumped up
and ran after him.
"What is that which the sou obeyed
bettor than father or mother?"
Emelyan ran out and saw a man go
ing along tho street and currying a round
thing on which he beat with sticks and
which rumbled. This thing the son
obeyed. Emelyan ran toward it, began
to examine it and saw—a thing that was
round, like a barrel, and hud both ends
covered with skin. He began to ask
what it was called.
"A drum," the man said.
Emelyan was surprised and he asked
that it should be given him. It was not
given. Emelyan gave up asking and
commenced to walk after the man. He
walked all day, and whon the man lay
down to sleep Emelyan snatched the
drum away and ran off with it. He ran
and ran and came home to his own city.
He thought that he would see his wife,
but she was no longer there. She had
been taken off the next day to the gov
ernor.
Emelyan reported to the governor:
"He who went there, without knowing
whore, has brought that, without know
ing what."
The announcement was made. Tho
governor ordered that Emelyan should
come the next day. Emelyan started to
announce himself again.
"I have come today," he said, "and
have brought what was ordered. Let
the governor come out to me; if not, I
will myself go in."
The governor went out.
"Where," he says, "have you been?"
He answered.
"You Tiave not been there," said tlio
governor. "But what did you bring?"
Emelyan wanted to show him, but the
governor did not want to look.
"That is not it," he said.
"If it is not," said Einelyan, "it must
be broken, and the devil with it."
Einelyan went out with the drum and
beat upon it. As he beat upon it all the
military of the province collected around
Einelyan. They saluted him and waited
for orders fiom him. The governor be
gun shouting out to his soldiers that
they should nut follow Einelyan. They
paid no attention, but all marched after
him. The governor saw it and ordered
tjiat Emelyan's wife should be brought
out before him. He asked that Einelyan
give him up the drum.
"I cannot," said Einelyan; "1 have
orders to break it and throw tlio pieces
in the river."
Emelyan went with the drum to the
river, and tho soldiers followed him.
Near tho river Emelyan broke the drum
skin. He broke the wood into small
fragments and throw them into tho
river. And all tho soldiers ran away.
Emelyan took his wife and led her
home. From this time the governor
ceaaed bothering him, and Emelyan be
gan to live comfortably, gathering
around him the good things of life and
ridding himself of the bad.—Count Tol
stoi iu New York Bun.
GEMS IN VERSE.
Musical.
j The programme, she Informed me, was a
charming one indeed.
From tho splendid Wagner overture (which
nothing could exceed)
To the lovely little scherzo and the minuet for
strings.
And the latest bit of Dvorak, which made her
sigh for wings.
Throughout tho Grieg concerto her emotion
was intense,
, It seemed to me at times she held her breath
in deep suspense;
Sho raved of opus this and that, of Schubert,
i Bach and Liszt*
' Beethoven, Brahms, Tschaikowski and a score
whose names I missed.
But when at last 'twas over and 1 led her down
the stair,
I noticed that beneath her breath sho hummed
a little air;
It was not upon tho programme, being com
monplace and tuney.
And I wondered at tho sudden drop from Bach
to "Annie Rooney."
Nameless.
Judge, I plead guilty; ho spnnks tho truth;
I am what I am, and what you see,
So old in a damned, unhallow'd youth
That your wrinkled years seem young to mo.
Don't preach—don't lecture; I know it all:
Tho easy canting, the fluent words,
Tho solemn drivel texts from Paul,
And a mangled phrase or two of the Lord's.
Moreover, you err If you suppose
That even a harlot, soaked in sin.
Slides down the darkness without some throes
Of tho marred purities within.
Oh, sir, you wrong even our disgraco
To think that, wo never wail and cry
Out from tho foulness, with lifted face.
To an awful Something up in tho sky.
Do you think I never dream of home?
Of a weary man with whitening hair;
Of a missing voice in a vacant room.
And tho sobs a-choko in a woman's prayer?
That nothing lias ever prompted flight.
Swift as my hungry feet could fly,
Fatherward, mother ward—that I might
Fall on their necks, brcuk heart and die?
My Godl my God! when tho masked brows
must
Be clothed to a false, forged radiance, while
The bloom of tho soul is baked to dust—
And straight through your fabricated smllo
Druad ghosts of murdered innocence fling
Perpetual Javelins from their eyes.
And babe's birdlike chirruping
Scares like thunder out of tho skies—
When tho sweet sanctities sot to guard
Tho inner whiteness from outer stain.
Tricked of their holy watch and ward.
Moan and madden in heart nnd brain;
And a howling fury hunts and hounds
Wherever a clean thought hides away.
Ami a dreadful voice of dooming sounds
Through the haunted chambers night and
day;
And a something mocks you when you laugh.
And a something jeers you when you weep;
And hellfiro lurks in tho wine you quaff.
And a ilend grins at you in your sleep;
And a coiling horror sucks you down
Through a black and bottomless abyss-
Judge, do you think your legal frown
Can affgur punishment worse than this?
Bah! what an infinite fool am I
To talk like this to a man like youl
Some day tho toughest of us must die—
And we shall be sifted through and through.
Sifted and sorted. Judge, have you thought
That possibly to tho Sorter, then.
Something that now is may bo naught—
When the coward's shrieks steam up from
men?
Tho Village Politician.
Sittin on a cracker box, a barrel or a keg,
Chawin on terbacker lie has been obleeged to
beg;
Whlttlin of a splinter while a-\vorkln of his
jaw,
Sayin what a pity his opinions ain't tho law;
Ilunnin tho hull country as 'twas never run
before,
Turning out tho rnscnls whilo ho spits upon
tho floor;
Showin of the president cgszactly what to do,
Keepin things in general from gittin in a stew;
Grumblin over Wall street, monopoly and
work—
Wife at home a-hoein in tho cornfield like a
Turk.
Givin lazy congressmen a needed rakin over,
Settin there in Washington like well fed pigs
In clover;
Givin Gould and Vanderbilt a pointer here
and there,
Showin Jest how surely one can bo a million
aire;
Payln off the nation's debt as easy as n wink,
Borrowin a dime to get himself another drink,
Spankin little Chili Jest to show her how it
feels,
Sassln back Great Britain for pcsterln our
seals,
Tellin of tho czar to let them nihilists alone,
Ilclpin Kaiser William to prop up his shaky
throne,
Buildin a great navy with an hour or two of
Ruff,
Lettiu the hull world know that wo'ro rabid.
rudo and rough;
Gettin off his high horse, though, when home
he goes to dinner,
Dodgin creditors like an ordinary sinner;
Jumps to hear his firstborn yell; "You'd bet
ter watch out, dadl
Flour *nd coffee's plum give out, 'nd mother's
mighty inad."
—Yankee Blade.
In hope the plowman sows his seed;
Thus hope helps thousands at their need.
Then faint not, heart, among tho rest;
Whatever chance, hope thou the best.
—Richard Alison.
The Mendicant.
Sakya-Munl, Gautama Buddha, what dost
thou proffer of hope or of mirth?
"What shall I do to bo saved" from the sor
row, passion, terror and madness of earth?
What, is thy gospel, O prophet of ludiiL?
What lias thou left to me, child of the sun?
What Is the balm for my pain thou has prom
ised me? What is the crown when tho race
hath beeu ruu?
"What shall I do to lie saved?"— Thou hast
answered it. "Labor not ever, but beg for
thy bread;
Livo as a mendicant; marry not; mortify flesh:
let a life of Nirvana ho led.
Bo shalt thou find In the death of thy passions,
growth of thy spirit, composure and rest.
Passing through indolent days of humanity on
to iutangiblc joys of tho blest."
Sakya-Munl, Gautama Buddha, bending 1
heed thee, hut find in thy law
Something that baffles me, doubtful consist
ency—lo, in the weft of thy wisdom a flaw-
Look to it, Gautama! Sakya-Munl, sweet is
the bulhul, but hollow her egg.
How shall thy gospel sufllce for the many? If
all men are beggars, from whom shall men
beg? —George F. 8. Armstrong.
Loss and Gain.
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained.
What I have missed with what attained.
Little room do I find for pride.
I am awaro
How many days have been idly spent;
How like an arrow the good intent
Has fallen short or beeu turned aside.
But who shall doro
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may bo victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is tho turn of the tide.
—Longfellow.
Love.
Love's best language Is uns|ioken.
Yet how simply known;
Eloquent in every token.
Look and touch and tone.
—I). F MeCartiiv. '
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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
fcverislincss. Castoria prevents vomiting Sour Curd,
cures Diarrhoea and AVind Colic. Castoria relieves
teething troubles, cures constipation and flatulency.
Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomach
and bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. Cos
toria is the Children's Panacea—the Mother's Friend.
Castoria. Castoria.
44 Castoria Is an excellent medicine for cliil- • Castoria is so well adapted to children that
dren. Mothers have repeatedly told me of its j recommend it as superior to any prescription
good effect upon tlieir children." known to me."
DR. G. C. OSGOOD, IT. A. ARCHBR, M. D.,
Lowell, Moss. 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
* % Castoria is the best remedy for children of 44 Our physicians in the children's deparfc
which lam acquainted. I hope the day is not ment have spoken highly of their experi
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 wo only have among our
stead of the various quack nostrums which are medical supplies what is known as regular
destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, products, yet wo are freo to confess that tho
morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful merits of Castoria has won us to look with
agents down their throats, thereby sending fuvor upon it."
them to premature graves." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY,
Du. J. F. KINCHELOE, Boston, Mass.
Couway, Ark. ALLEN C. SMITH, Pres.,
Tho Centaur Company, TI Murray Street, New York City.
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of Oxford, ties out at cost. 'j
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WHAT TO WEAR I
WHERE TO GET IT!
i wo important questions that trouble young men, old
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and everything is just from the manufacturer—as new
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BOOTS, SHOES. HATS, GAPS, ETC.,
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out from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet
in such line style that his friends will he astonished
and the man will also be astonished at the low cost of
anything and everything he will buy of
JOHN SMITH, "™ EC VS, D .
Mrs. E. Grimes, Milliner and Dressmaker,
CENTRE STREET, BELOW FRONT.
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