WINTER NIGHTFALL. The rose has faded from tho western Bky Behind tho lazy mill, The snow's wind carven drifts in beauty lie Where all is gray and still. bow dim and faint the distant steeple grows, \N Idle night's drear shadows creep Across the land and dull the weird repose Of ashen wood and steep. Above tho flelds a great enameled star The deep dark curtains of the east afar Rhine with a sudden light. And in a moment, with a silver flood The full moon riscß chill Behind the tangle of the somber wood That crowns the distant hill. —R. K. Munkittrick in Harper's Weekly. HOW THEY MANAGED. "Pack your things as soon as you please, my dear," said Mr. Chesney. "We're going to move Saturday." Mr. and Mrs. Chesney were a,matri monial firm—there was no question about that. Mrs. Chesney had always been a silent partner in the same. "If ever I get married," said Elma, a bright eyed girl of 17, "I won't be put upon as mamma is?" "Where, my dear?" asked Mrs. Ches ney with a little start. "Into the country," said the family autocrat. "I'm tired of this city busi ness. It costs a great deal more than it comes to. I'm told you can live at half the expense in the country." "But," gasped tho wife, "what is to be come of the children's education?" "There's a very good district school in the neighborhood, not more than a mile distant," explained her husband, "and exercise will do them good." "And what aro wo to do for society?" "Pshaw!" said Chesney, "I would not givo a rap for people who can't bo soci ety for themselves. There'll be the house work to do, you know—nobody keeps a girl in the country—and plenty of chores about tho place for Will und Spencer. I shall keep a horse if I can get one cheap, for the station is half a mile from the place, and I've bargained for a couple of cows and some pigs." Meanwhile Mr. Chesney explained to his wife the various advantages which wero to accrue from tho promised move. "It's unfortunate," said he, "that Elina and Rosie aren't boys. Such a lot of women folks aro enough to swamp any family. Men now can always earn their bread. But we must try to make every body useful in some way or other. _ It's so healthy, you know," added he. "And the rent won't bo half of what we pay here." "Arc thero any modern conveniences about the place?" timidly inquired Mrs, Chesney. "There's a spring of excellent water about a hundred yards from tho house," said her husband. Mrs. Chesney grew pale. "Have I got to walk a hundred yards for every drop of water I want?" said she. "And a large rainwater hogshead un der the eaves of tho house," added Mr. Chesney. "And I've already got a bar gain in kerosene lamps. As for candles, I am given to understand that good housekeepers make 'em themselves in tin molds. There's nothing like economy. Now I do beg to know, Abigail," he added irritably, "what you aro looking so lackadaisical about? Do you expect to sit still and fold your hands while I do all the work? Give me a woman for sheer natural laziness!" Tho first sight of Mulleinstalk farm was dispiriting in the extreme. Between rock and swamp there was scarcely pasture for the two lean cows that Mr. Chesney had bought at a bargain, and the hollow backed horse which stalked about tho premises liko some phantom Bucephalus. Tho apple trees in the orchard were three-quarters dead, and leaned sorrow fully away from tho east winds, until their boughs touched tho very ground, fences had all gono to ruin -and the front gate was tied up with a hemp string. "Is this home?" said Elma, with an in describable intonation in her voice. $ "We'll get things all straightened up after awhile," said Mr. Chesney, bustling to drive away tho pigs, which had broken out of their pen and were squealing dis mally under the window. Mrs. Cheßney cried herself to sleep that night and awakened the next morning with every bone instinct with shooting pains. "And no said Spencer; "there's a foot of water in the cellar." "Wo must have it drained," said Mr. Chesney, with an uneasy look; "but there's plenty of things to do first." And now began a reign of tho strictest economy. Mr. Chesney himself paid for everything with checks, and not an arti cle came into the house or went out of it without his cognizance. New dresses were frowned upon; spring bonnets wero strictly interdicted; orders were issued that old carpets should be reversed, and broken dishes repaired with cement and quicklime. "Save, save, save! that is the chief thing," he kept repeating briskly. "Wom en folks can't earn; they should try their best to save." I "Boys," fluttered Rosie, "I've an idea. Mary Penn, who lives on the next farm, you know, came over to seo Elma and ino yesterday. Papa is earning his living; we'll earn something too." "I should liko to know how," muttered Spencer. "I might hire out somewhere if it wasn't for that wretched old horse, and tho pigs, and the wood chopping, and" "Oh, but there is something that won't interfere with the chores, nor with school," said cheerful little Rosie. "Just listen—all 1 ask of you is to listen." And the weeks grew into mouths, and tho red leaves eddied down into little swirls from tho maple trees, and "pig killing time" cnino, and with the aid of a lame, one eyed man Mr. Chesney laid down his own stock of pork and sau sages, with tho sense of being triumph antly economical. The family had left off complaining now. Apparently they were resigned to their doom. But there were some tliingß * that Mr. Chesney could not explain at all. new rug brightened up the dismal hues of the parlor carpeti Rosie had a crimson merino dress, trimmed with black velvet bars; Elma's fall jacket was edged with substantial black fur, and—grand climax of extravagance— ! iVlrs. Chesney had a new shawl in place of the old garment which had been her I mother's before her. He looked at the housekeeping 1 xiks with renewed vigilance. He consulted the stubs of his checkbook with a notice J that nothing could escape. I ' 'l—don't—know—how they man age it," said he, scratching his nose with a lead pencil that he always carried. "I hate mysteries, and I mean to be at the I bottom of this before I am an hour older. [ "Abigail," said he, "how is this? I've given you no money; you've long left off asking for money. How have you man aged to smarten yourself and the chil dren up so? I won't be cheated by my { own wife." J Eima sat down tho pitcher which she was wiping and came and stood before her father with glittering eyes and cheeks stained with crimson, like a flag of battle. "Papa," she said, "you must not speak to mamma so. Mamma would not cheat you nor nobody else. It's money we've earned ourselves." Mr. Chesney stared at the girl with in credulous eyes. "And if you don't believe it come and \ see how," said Elma, flinging down her towel. "Mary Penn showed us. She j told us everything and gave us the first ! swarm of bees. There are 14 swarms down there under tho south wall. Spen- i cer sold the honey for us. And wo plant- : ed all the nice flowers that grow down ! in the meadow that you said was too j stony and barren for the sheep to pusturu ; upon, and Will dug and hoed around | them after all the chores wero done, and wo sent boxes and bouquets of lilies and • verbenas to the city every day by Mr. i Penn's wagon. And wo gathered wild strawberries before the sun was up and j got cherries out of the old lane. And the money is ours—every cent of it." "Honey, eh?" said Mr. Chesney, star ing at the row of hives, for Elma had dragged him out into tho November moonlight to the scene of action. "Well, I've seen these many a time, but I always s'posed they belonged to Squire Penn's folks. And flowers and wild berries! Didn't think there was so much money in 'em. Guess I'll try the business my self next year. Queer that tho women folks should havegot the start of me." After that he regarded his family with more respect. Tho mere fact that they could earn money had elevated them im mensely in his sight. But when spring came ho lost his able coadjutor. Miss Elma incidentally an nounced to him one day that she was go ing to be married to Walter Penn the next week. "And mamma is coming to live with us," added Elma. "She can't stand the damp houso and this hard work any longer." But Mrs. Chesney did not go to the Penn farm. Mr. Chesney hired a stout serving maid and laid drain pipes under tho kitchen stoop. If his wife really understood her business so well, it was worth while to keep her well and active, he considered. "I couldn't leave papa, you know," said Mrs. Chesney to Elma. "Ho means well, and now that Rebecca Beckel is coming hero and the kitchen is dry we Khali get along nicely. I wouldn't go back to tho city fur anything now." "Nor I either," said Elma. "And, oh, \ mamma, I shall always love those bee- 1 hives under tho hollyhocks, for it was there that Walter asked mo to bo his wife." I Mrs. Chesney tearfully kissed her daughter. She, too, had been happy once • and had her dreams. It was to lie hoped j that Walter Penn was made of different metal from George Chesney.—Woman's , Magazine. A Chile's Opinion of Ailniii. A quaint little maid who has very de- 1 cided and clearly defined notions of her ■ own, whose home is on the North Side, ' close by tho Lake Shore drive, and whose mamma is a communicant of St. James', recently very urgently requested that she be provided with one of "those big print Bibles that have covers that double ' back." She explained that she wanted 1 to read the Bible all through, as her new Sunday school teacher had done—she had . just been promoted from the infant room to tho Sunday school proper—before she was 10 years old. Of course her mamma ; was not only willing but anxious to en courage so pious a purpose, and sho got tho sort of a Bible little Sue wanted. Each day for an hour or more she rend j with careful attention in her new Bible. When she caine to that chapter which relates how God called Adam and Evo to account for their disobedience, Sue went to her mother, and bringing her soft covered Bible together with a bang exclaimed with scornful indignation: "Do you know, mamma, that I .think Adam was just as mean as he could be. Ho wasn't fit to apeak to, and if I had been in Eve's placo I never would have spoken to him again. Just think of his going and telling God on Eve after ho had eaten the apple too. I don't see what made God listen to such a tattler any way."—Chicago Herald. Getting Money to Go .Shopping. A well known artist, whose studio is in New York, but whoso home is in a pleasant village an hour's ride from tho metropolis, promised faithfully ono morning that lie would do souio shopping for his wife. On arriving at his studio ho found that ho had money enough in his pocket for his lunch and no more. What to do ahput tho shopping? Sud denly he bethought himself of an order for an illustration that he had received from a magazine. He set to work, and in less than two hours had finished the drawing, collected SOO for it at tho pub lisher's office and jmd started on the more exhaustive lubor of shopping.— New York Sun. An Art Note. "I hear Palette had a picture in the exhibition." "Yes, but he didn't have it there long. The jury returned it immediately."— Vogue. HIS LITTLE ROMANCE. How It W<lß ('ruttluul ly tlie Words She Spake to Him. The De Blair ball id midway over. Bright eyes outshine diumonds in webby laces. Soft gleaming silks mirror rose colored lamps. Lights twinkle, maids whisper. Half gay, half sad strains melt on the ear. A blue eyed girl, dreamy, slim and tremulous lipped, is floating in the arms of He whis pers to her now and again, and she an swers with a smile or a glance. Waltz after waltz wooes them into the circling maze. The sirou music steals away tlie hours, and the poetry of mo tion charms them into forgetfulness and , wakens their feelings into a tenderness that is not yet love. In the dreamy pauses botween he is ever by her side. They linger in alcoves and where the tall | ferns make screens of themselves. The i incense of flowers intoxicates, and in the intervals of silence love] weaves an airy fabric. Oh, the crimson that comes and goes! Oh, the eyes that say to other eyes, I "Come woo me!" Oh, the tender com mands and sweet yieldings! Oh, the words that tremble on the lips! Tlieir ! world is tho ballroom; for her there is i but one person in it, and he has forsworn I —the other woman. Thero is no past j and no future. | The ball has too soon passed into the mists of a ball that has been. The night is shivering in its death sleep. Sho stands in fleecy white wraps awaiting her car riage, and from tho stone step beneath tho portico ho looks up at her, a tender light in his eves. The blue eyes answer the silent question, and lie bends over her hand. "Good night," he says softly, and with a half sigh sho echoes: "Good night." A fortnight later ho sees her again. She is seated near him at a theater party. He gazes upon her as Bhe watches the stage. What expression in her face! What lovelight in her eyes! "She is thinking of me," ho says exultantly to himself. "Now she is remembering that waltz, how tho music died away and I still held her in my arms. Now the time she lifted her eyes and I saw into her very soul. Her sweet face shows all her thoughts. Sho cannot look at me. She must know that I too remember." Bend ing toward her he whispers: "I can never thank tho Do Blairs enough for that ball!" A faint surprise is in her eyes as she turns her head. "Oh, wero you there?" she asks lan guidly. "Dreadful crush, wasn't it?"— Life. Very Extreme. "I quite Agree with you that in the matter of dress we should conform to the usages of society, Cynthia," said Colonel Calliper to his wife as they sat at dinner, "but in this, as in other mat ters, we should bo guided by reason. "I knew a young man who was so punctilious in this regard that onco at a watering place where ho was staying, the tide happening to servo after 0 o'clock, he went clamming in a swallowtail coat. "Now, that, I should consider, is car rying tho thing to extremes."—New York Sun. "What He Wanted. "Wo can't permit anybody to dictate rates to us, sir," said tho clerk at tho ad vertising counter loftily. "I can give you all tho spaco you want, but you will have to como to my figures." "You can givo mo all tho space I want, can you, young man?" "I can, sir." "lii that case," said the man on the outside of tho counter blandly, "will you please givo me tho regular rates for the orbit of Neptune?"—ChicagoTribuue. Sympathy, Housekeeper—This is tho twentieth time today that I've had to como to tho door to tell peddlers that I did not want anything. Peddler—Very sorry, mum! Housekeeper lt's some comfort to know that you are sorry, anyhow. Peddler—Yes, mum, I'm very sorry you don't want anything, mum.—New York Weekly. Heartfelt. Sammy Snaggs (at the dinner table) — I wish I was twins! Mr. Snaggs—Why, Sammy? Sammy—So I could get two pieces of pie.—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. A Great Unlit. Kitty—lsn't it wonderful how well Jack gets along on a small salary. Tom (guardedly)—Ah, well, yon see, ho owes a great deal to his friends.— Brooklyn Life. Aii Experiment. 4. p Tlie Mother—Why, Mary! What aro you doing to that child? Mary—Well, ma'am, she's awful wake ful tonight, und I've often heard as bein in the wind makes one sleepy. I just thought I'd try it on her.—Harper's Ba zar. Scarcity of Gauio. City Sportsman—Have you seen any thing worth shooting at around here? Fanner—Well, no; not till you carno along, b'goshl—Soincrvillo Journal. A Dainty Luncheon. There i.s hardly any kind of entertain ment this year tit which refreshments are not served. To vary these is often a difficult problem for the hostess. One of the rules of a card club, which meets every two weeks tit homes of the mem bers. forbids anything very elaborate, so that the hostess often racks her brains to provide a tasty spread which shall not bo like the last. The novelty of the sea son was the cracker lunch at the last meeting given by a member just home from Philadelphia, where she got the idea. Dainty baskets tied with green ribbons were filled with every variety of fancy crackers to be found. There were the social tea, cream bars, chocolate bars, orange bonbon, ginger snaps, graham wafers, butter wafers, I gingcr flakes, salted anowflakea and fruit crackers. These seemed to tasto the better out of the pretty baskets, which were more novel than trays. As a relish there were plates of thin slices of j ham and tongue, olives and cream chees \ Coffee and chocolate were both served, 1 and the men in particular declared the spread was the success of the season,— j Brooklyn Eagle. An Ancient German Tradition. According to ancient German tradi j tions, the forgetmenot is supposed to bring good inch to any one who finds it l without looking for it, and in support of this many pretty fairy stories are told. According to one legend, a German youth ! picked up a forgotmnnot and placed it in his hat. Immediately tho earth opened, and lie saw before him untold wealth in gold and precious stones. He proceeded to fill ids pockets, and as lie stooped his hat fell off. Tho flower was separated from the hat and cried out, "Forgetine- j not." In his bewilderment tho youth did not hear tho appeal. Just as ho was about to depart the earth closed and killed him. Tims did the flower obtain its namo and at the same time give rise to the be lief that the forgetinenot accidentally found brings good luck as long as tho finder retains it in possession. It would be interesting to know how many people at tho present day lielievo that tlio for getmonot still retains that virtue, and J that it is shared by the 4-loafed clover. —New York Telegram. The Death of a Business Woman. Miss Mary F. Seymour died of pneu monia at her home in New York city pn Tuesday. Her father, who is dead, was a lawyer. She was one of the first young j women to earn her own living by stenog- j raphy in a business office. She studied i law, became a notary public, established a school of stenography and typewriting, j and finally, six years ago, founded Tho j Business Women's Journal, now called J Tho American Women's Journal, which ; has a wide circulation among women who [ are in business. She was the first wom an ever appointed commissioner of deeds for New Jersey, and to enable the gov ernor to appoint lier to this office the legislature passed a law authorizing the appointment of women. As an expert | stenographer she had charge of the law reporting of many important cases. True to Her Deuel Love For 75 Yearn. j Miss Nancy Marvin, who died recently I at Monrovia, was 103 years of age, and ; had a romance in early life that ever kept her single in devotion to her he- j trothed. She was born in London, Oct. t 25, 1780. When she was 3 years old her parents sailed for America. From Now York they went to Philadelphia, and j thence to Baltimore, The romance of Miss Marvin's life oc- | curred at Baltimore in 1818. Sho was engaged to be married to Nicholas Hayes. ; Tho wedding day was set for Oct. 9, but : on Oct. 4 her betrothed took ill and died ' in a few hours. The tears would course down her wrinkled face when talking in late years of her old lover, to whom sho had always been true. lndianapolis j Journal. A Novel lliiliy Exhibit. Olio of tlie favorite arguments against tlie higher education of women is that the race will degenerate if woman to a great extent abandons maternity as her prime vocation in life. In practical ref utation of this argument one of the novel exhibits at the fair will be a set of pho tographic likenesses of babies whose mothers are remarkable for intellectual achievement and ability. It has been suggested that these scientific cherubs bo christened "Political Economy," "Greek Literature," "Higher Mathemat ics," etc., in accordance with whatever branch of learning their erudite mothers have been most distinguished. When Mrs. Cleveland Drives Out. Mrs. Cleveland has been driving about town for tlio past few days in the most stylish turnout which ever belonged to the White House stables. She handled the ribbons over a pair of handsome, clean limbed, dock tailed bay horses drawing a low phaeton or victoria, with a rumble behind, in which sits bolt up right a very black tiger in very white liver}'. Mrs. Cleveland sits 011 a driver's cushion, and when she has a gentleman with her, which is generally the case, he is compelled to look up to the handsome woman by his side, who holds the whip and reins like a true jockey.—Washing ton Letter. l'rlzc Money Well Spent. When tlio wealthy and talented Mrs. Sears of Boston won the SSOO prize with her "Eomola" at the water Color exhibi tion, there was much quoting of the Bib lical "To him that bath more shall be given." But tlio gracious prize winner has bestowed the entire amount, together with no inconsiderable sum from her own purse, upon a teacher in Boston, who lias not had a vacation for 15 years, to enable her to make a trip to Europe. An Actress' Nairn*. The name of Elenora Duso is just now taxing the ingenuity of tlie average the ater goer. It may not be amiss to say tluit Dim-say is tlie correct pronuncia tion of the Italian actress' name, the em phasis falling on the first syllable.— Critic. GEMS IN VERSE. Tho Fortune Teller. She stood in tl .• weird first twilight By the fire of the g,. psy camp. Surrounded by bluulov,half startled By the crack !e of ho- s' tramp; Now England, blue eye ' end slender. And Italy, haggard and l'ell; The past had been spoken the future Those ominous lips should foretell. "My husband," she blushed; "shall I see him Ere the maple i turn to gold?" "Your husband," she pondered, "your hus band, Ero olives are picked you behold; His face Is handsome and manly; His hand Ims the grasp of a king; Ask not beyond this for the harvest; Know only how fair is the spring." "In palace or cottage or castle. In city or town shall we live?" "Ah, daughter, you ask of the future More than you wish I should give. If tho hand that shall guard and protect you Has love in its press, ne'er complain; Your hoino shall be sweeter for dreaming. Though your custlc's- 11 castle in Spain." —Charles Knowles Bolton. A I'lljloKoplicr. Zack Bumstead uster flosserfize About the ocean an the skies. An gab and gas from morn till noon About tho other side tho moon, An 'bout the nntur' of tho ploco Ten miles bc-cnd tho end of space. An if his wife sh'd ask the crank Ef ho wouldn't kinder try to yank Ilisself outdoors an git some wood To make her kitchen fire good, Bo sho c'd bake her beans on pies, He'd say, "I've gotter flosserfize." An then he'd set and flosserfize About tho nntur' an the size Of angels' wings, an think an gawp An wonder how they raado 'em flop. He wondered ef yer bored a liolo Bight through the yerthf'um pole to pole. An then sh'd trip an stumble through, Tho best thing you had oughtcr to do. He'd culkululo how long a skid 'Twould take to movo the sun, he did, An if the skid wuz strong an prime. It couldn't ho moved to supper time. An w'en his wife 'ud ask the lout Ef he wouldn't kinder waltz about An take a rag an shoo tho flies. He'd say, "I've gotter flosserfize." An so he'd set an flossorflze About tho yorth an sea nti skies, An scratch his head an ask tho cause Of w'at there wuz before time wuz, An w'at the universe 'ud do Bimeby w'en time hod all got through! An jest how fur we'd hev to climb Ef wo sh'd travel out er time, An cf we'd need w'en we got there To keep our watches in repair. Then, ef his wife sh'd ask tho gawk Kf he wouldn't kinder try to walk To where she had the table spread An kinder git his stomach fed He'd leap for that ar kitchen door An say, "W'y didn't you speak afore?" An w'en he'd got his supper et, He'd set an set an set an set. An fold his arms an shot his eyes. An set an set an flosserfize. —S. W. Foss. When Jiui Was Dead. When Jim was dead, "Hit Barvcd him right," the nabors scd, An 'buscul him for the life he'd led, An him a-lying thar at rest With not a rose upon his breast! Ah! menny cruel words they scd When Jim was dead. "Jos' killed hisself." "Too moan tcr live." They didn't hev one word ter give Of comfort us they hovered near An gazed on Jim a-lylng there! "Thar ain't no use to talk," they Bed, "He's better dead!" But suddenly the room growed still, While God's white sunshine seemed ter fill Tho dark place with a gleam of life. An o'er tho dead she bent—Jim's wife! An with her lips close, close to his, As though ho knew an felt the kiss, She sobbed a touchin sight ter see— "Ah, Jim was always good ter me!" I tell you when that cum to light It kinder t the dead man right, An round the wecpin woman they Throwed ' bully arms of love that day. An mingled with her own they shed The tenderest tears—when Jim was dead. —Frank L. Stanton. A Gift Divine. This gift is given, This gift from heaven, Unto a few- Through veins with human frailty filled A glow divine is found distilled. There's music rare Played in the air To such a one, And measured by its mystic flow His broathing and his movements go. As through the sky Tho meteors fly, So darts his glance. Or it would seem as though soft hands Had waved before his face like fans. By man and beast. From great to least lie will bo loved. A child will sit upon his kneo And seek liis face confidingly. Ho cannot rest Without the best The world ran give. Our truest thought to him we bring; Our sweetest song to him we sing. And if we find, Like all mainland, He, too, can sin, Wo feel, although we sigh or weep, Ills part divine is but asleep. —Eleanor B. Caldwell. Drawing the Chler. To draw the cider we were sent— Wo two on mirth and mischief bent- She bore the candle flaring high; The old blue figured pitcher, I. What shadows o'er t he cellar wall Tossed, huge and shapeless, dim and tall! What eerie sounds from rack and bin, And casks that pent real spirits in! Tho spigot turned, both heads bent low To watch the amber current flow; Tho candle light flared strangely dim— Tho pitcher must not overbrim. So close, so close our faces drew. Our lips had touched before we knew. And ere they parted-rogues disgraced- Six quarts of cider went to waste! —Frank Leslie's Weekly. Love Is Not Free. Love is not free to take, like sun and nir. Nor give away for naught to any one. it is no common right for men to share. Like all things precious, it is sought and won. So if another *4 more loved than you Say not, "It is unjust," but say, "If sho Has earned more love than I it is her due; When I deserve more it will come to me." But if your longing bo for lovo indeed I'll teach you how to win it—a sure way. Love and be lovely that is all you need, And what you wish for will be yours some day. —Susan Coolidge. From too much love of living, • From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods there he. That no life lives forever, That dead men rise up never, That even tho weariest river Winds somewhere snfo to sea. —Swinburne. CASTOR I A for infants and Children. "Cafctorla is so well adapted to children that I recommend it as superior to any prescription known to me." 11. A. ARCHER, M. D., 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 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