Freeland Tribune Established 1888. PUBLISHED EVERY MONDAY AND THURSDAY. BY TUB fRIBQNE PRINTING COMPANY. Limiti OIVICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CEXTBE. FREELAND, PA. SUBSCRIPTION KATES: One Year $1.50 Bix Months 75 Four Months BO Two Months 25 The date which the subscription is paid to to on the address label of each paper, the ohange of which to a subsequent date be eomes a receipt for remittance. Keep the figures in advunce of the present date. Re- Eort promptly to this office whenever paper i not received. Arrearages must be puid when subscription is discontinued. Mal<eall mon*-y orderß, checks, etc,,payabL to (he Tribune Printing Company, Limited. 'The assertion is made that not owt teuth of one per cent, of the fictiju that has been written in this country in the last decade will live for 100 years. Two Chicago youths under arrest for murder were led to their present situation by reading dime novels. The boy who can be persuaded to look to a carefully chosen newspaper for read ing not connected with his studies is on pretty safe ground. Ingenuity is by no means confined to men of the world. Many a minister understands the art of turning an honest penny in behalf of a good cause. A vicar of Cornwall, England, for example, perceiving that the need of his church is a new organ, spends his spare time in making walking sticks, which he himself offers for sale in the market-place, thus steadily increasing the organ fund. It is not only in women's clothes that styles change, but in house decorations, for instance, the styles are ever varying and with the styles the taste in a truly surprising manner. There is one odd thing to notice and that is that the period in which, one concedes, women's dress reached thf high-water mark of ugliness, also saw the rftgn of dark and gloomy wall decorations, neither ugly enough uor j beautiful enough to be artistic. Vital statistics in England show that the birth rate declined materially in the twenty-two years between 187(1 and 1898. The causes a9sigued are deferred marriages, the decreased number of marriages anol diminished fertility of marriage. The same is true in nearly all the countries of Europe. This means that while the population is increasing, the rate of increase is diminishing, Franco in creases more slowly than any other. I This country has had an epidemic of sending poisoned candy through the mails, but in Italy they have in- 1 vented new death-dealing devices. I Bishop Riccardi, of Nardo, received a j package marked "driel fruits," and i when it was opened eight deadly vipers sprang out of it. The assassin who shoots his victim down in the highway is a civilized being in com- ! parison with the person who would plan so cowardly an attempt at mur der. Tlio Luftt Stand. The castle of San Felipe, in the harbor of Callao, Peru, is famous be- j cause the Spanish flag waved from its j battlements for the last time on the continent of America. It was the I ultimate refuge of Spanish authority on this continent, and the Governor of Peru with a garrison was beleagured thero for eleveu months by the armies of the patriots during the war for in dependence. They did not surrender until they had eaten all their old boots and shoes, made sonp of the rats and mice and other animals that in fested the place and three-fourths of them hail died of starvation and ex haustion.—Chicago Record. Thirty Years Old; Four Sets ofTwlm. Mrs. Amos Cripe, wife of a well-to do farmer, near Middlebnry, Ind., is obeying the Biblical injunction to in crease and multiply. Though but little beyond thirty she is the mother of nine children. Eight of the nine are twins, the last pair having been born a few weeks ago. Physicians say this fecundity beats the record. Evicted from the Orave. Fancy being evicted from your last resting place if your relatives neglect ed to pay the rent! Yet this is what happens every day in that island we have been hearing so much of lately, Porte Rico. In the Campo Santo, the consecrated field, which lies on the cliff edge near San Juan, it is impossible to buy a grave right out, except at a price which puts It out of the question for poor people. The graves are leased for a term of years, and if at tt„ end of that time the lease is not renewed the remains are dug up and the ground relet. And the Unnd I'layon. Waiter—Kin Ah bring yo' an 'ade, salt? Jollyboy—What Kind of 'ades have you? Waiter —Lemonade, orangeade an limeade, sah? Jollyboy—Bring me a serenade THE BOYS WHO WILL NOT RETURN. From 'round the curve of the one-halt world. Far over the Western main. With tattered banners of battle furled, Our boys have come home again; From out of the wars to the dear old shores Of the laud that they love so well; And our hearts are full of a gratitude And gladness wo cannot tell; But our joy is stilled and our eyes grow dim. As we think of the hearts that yearn For the boys who wore left on the battle lleld— The boys who will not return. Beneath the clouds and the suu and stars That gleam in a foreign sky, They sleep uuvoxed by the future wars. While the tides of time roll by— A sleep so deep that the dews which weep On the turf that covers thein o'er, And the winds which over their dwelling sweep Can never awake thorn mere; Their race Is run and their lights are done, And the hearts that in sorrow burn Will lonir in vain, through their grief and pain, For the boys who will not return. I HIS FIRST PATIENT, jjj <f> Romance of a Telephone Call J Rung by Spirit Hands. §> <|> BY HELEN A. COUSINS. WAS a young man / (pS f# of twenty-seven, \ " ■ fig end had just hung out my sign in a %\\ ■ ' in 8 village of about l.fe. 4 2000 inhabitants. I There were at this time three other physicians in the town, and during .my four weeks' S> stay I had been favored with but few patients. I boarded with an elderly lady, whose grandson caved for the garden and stable. My boarding mistress was precise and methodical in everything, and was a model of punctuality, so I one day sot my watch, and the clock in my little office, ten minutes fast, in order to be prompt at meals when at home. On the evening of that day, just before the clock struck ten, my telephone bell rang. I had only the day previous had the instrument put in, and hastened to answer my first call. "Come immediately to Millville, 20 High street. Take the 10 o'clock train." "It is too late for me to catch that train, but I will drive over with my team if that will do. What is the case?" I asked. No reply. "Hello!" I called again, but all was still. Then I rang up the central office. "Please connect again with the parties who called for Dr. Wildes," I said. "No one has called for Dr. Wildes," answered the voice of the operator in the central office. "Yon must be mistaken, for I have just been talking with some one through the telephone who wants me," was my reply. "The wires must be crossed some where. I will see if I can find out where the trouble is, sir," came in a sleepy voice from the central. I put on my hat and started toward the stable, meeting Jimmy with lan tern in hand. "I waß just coming after yon, doo tor," he said. "Your horse seems to be dreadfully lame, and I can't find out what ails her foot." I sent the boy to a livery stable near by to procure a team for me, and was bathing and bandaging my own horse when I heard the whistle of the 10 o'clook train. Then, remembering that my watch had been too fast, I muttered a very unorthodox expres sion as I thought of the sixteen-mile drive I must take in the cold March night. I had hastened in doors and put on a heavy ulster, when 1 heard the boy drive up to my door with the team. Again I went to the telephone, and ringing tip "central" I inquired if he had ascertained who had called for Dr. Wildes. "I cannot find that any one has called for you this evening," came the reply over the wire. Suspecting that somebody might be trying to play a joke on me, I stopped to the door and had the team returned to the livery stable. I seated myself in an easy ehair by the fire and after reading a short time I fell asleep. I awoke just as my clock was striking twelve, and as the last stroke ceased my telephone again rang. I hastened to reply, and received the call, "Come to Millville on the midnight train to 20 High street." "Who wants me?" I asked, as I knew not a soul in Millville. I received no reply, although I rang several times, and, putting on my overcoat and cap, I seized my medi cine case and hurried to the railroad station, a few rods away, where the night train stopped on being signaled. Before 1 o'clock I had reached Mill ville and found the place to which I had been summoned. It was an old-fashioned house,which had been modernized by the addition of hay windows in front, from one of which shone a faint light. I hastened hp the steps, but before my hand could touch the door it was opened from the inside, and I passed in. A very old lady, with pale face and snowy hair, silently pointed ti.j the next room. I ontered and found I was in a good-sized apartment that seemed to be half parlor and half library. A leather-covered lounge was drawn up before an open fire, and upon it lay a man of perhaps sixty years. An ugly gash was in the right side of his head, which, with the partially dried hlood They were young and strong and their hearts were light, As they cheerily marched away Perhaps they recked not a fearful night Would follow so bright a day. They dreamed of mother und love and home, They dreamed of new glories won; But a leaden fute, that was winged oy hate, Sped on and their dreams were done. Fond hearts, made heavy and sore that day. Their lesson of grief must learn. As they think of the boy that is far away, The boy that will not return. They gave their all at their country's call, With the dour flag waving above. We think with pride of the death they died That gave them a Nation's love. The voice was kindly that from afar Gave the message which bade them cease, As tliey anchored out by tlio souudless bar Of the warless islands of peace. But our hearts are full and our eyes grow dim. As we think of the ones who yearn For the boys who sleep in their far-off graves— The boys who will not return. upon his face, formed a picture at which I shuddered. I bent over him and felt for his pulse. His hand was cold, but in his grasp he held a peculiar-shaped key, which I saw plainly in the light of the fire. His lips moved, and without opening his eyes he said: "The second bunch of grapes, the second bunch of grapes." "The man is delirious," I thought as I stepped into the hallway. "Madam," I called as I peered around in the darkness, "please bring me a basin of warm water at once." I heard no sound except my own voice. I could faintly see by the light of the fire that shone from the library that there were three or four other doors leading from the hall. One after an other I tried to open them, but they were all locked fast. X ran back into the room from which I had just come. The leather-covered lounge was still drawn up in front of the tire, but the man was gone. I looked wildly around the room, but no sign of him could be seen. I drew my hand over the lounge aud found my finger showed plainly on the dusty covering. The fire was burning low, and I seized my modioine case from the chair where I had placed it, stopped into the hall aud hastily opened the front door. Once outside the house my courage returned, and, looking back, I shouted, "Where are you, sir?" but no answer came. Then I grasped the door bell ard rang peal after peal, but all I heard were the echoes dying away in the empty house. I may as well confess that I ran to the railroad station. Wheu I asked the night watchman who lived at 20 High street he replied: "I canuot toll you, sir, as I am but little acquainted in the place." Still puzzling my brain over the mystery, I remained with him until 5 the next morning, when the first train took me home. The next afternoon, my courrge having returned, I drove over to Mill ville aud went straight to the house which I had visited the previous night. I went boldly up the front steps and was ringing the bell, when a man at work in the next yard looked over the low fence. "There is no one at home, sir," he said. "Where are the people who belong here?" I asked. "They aro spending the winter in Southern California, and have been away since last September," was his reply. On returning to my affice I found a telegram from my sister, who lived in an adjoining State. In rosponse to it I started at once, and on arriving at her home the following morning I learned that an elderly physician, a friend of hsr husband, was übout to give up active practice. Arrangements were speedily made and I moved to my new location. During the spring and summer I was kept busy and had but little time to myself, yet often I pondered over my midnight visit to Millville, trying to persuade myself that it might be only a delusion of my brain while in some stage of somnambulism. One evening, at about 12.30, I had returned from a professional call and was about to retire, when I picked up the evening paper, which my thought ful sister always left on my table. The first item I read was a notice in the society columns: "Miss Mar guerite Lawton, of Millville, is visit ing her grandmother, Mrs. Stephen Powers Lawton, on College avenue." The name of the town brought to my mind the mysterious call I had once answered. I placed the paper on the table at my elbow. As I did so I became aware of a feeling as if some one was in the room. Glancing hastily around I saw that I was alone, but as my gaze again fell on the table I saw moving toward me tho figure of a man's hand, holding in its grasp the same peculiarly shaped key. The hand moved over the table until it rested on the paragraph I had just read, and the key tapped once or twioe on the name, "Marguerite." The hand began to fade; already I could see to read the letters that were under it, and, as the shape of the key began to grow indistinot, I seized a pencil and made a sketch of it on the margin of the paper, opposite the paragraph. The key had barely faded from my view when my bell rang. A man stood in the door. "Come at once to Mrs. Lawton's, College avenue." In response to my inquiries he re plied: "She ia unconaciona; it is probably a stroke of paralysis." In a few minutes we entered the room, where a slight, girlish figure, clad all in black, was kneeling by the side of a bed, whereon lay an oldlady. She was dead, and but one glance was needed to show me that she was the mysterious one wV> had opened the door for me at the Willville house. "Here is the ujetor, Miss Mar guerite," said the man. The young girl rose nnd with a stitted sob held out her hand to me. "My dearest friend, my only friend on earth, is gone," she cried. A few days later my sister and I called to see Miss Lawton, who had decided to close her grandmother's house and go away. "The only relative I have now is my mother's half-brother in Cali fornia. He has telegraphed for ma to come to him. Poor papa and I were so happy there until his sudden death last spring." Then she added, "X will Bhow you his picture," and tak ing a photograph from a case on the table sho handed me the exaot like ness of the man whom I had found upon the lounge with the ugly gash on his head. I did not question her at that time, although my curiosity was difficult to control, as I saw that she was deeply agitated, and I felt that she must be kept as calm as pos sible. Destiny, fate or what compelled me to follow Marguerite to California? I was not wholly impelled by the desire to obtain a solution of my mystery of which I felt that somehow I held the key, having been to a locksmith and hud a key made from the drawing on the newspaper margin. In the latter part of January I placed my practice in the hands of one of my medical friends who was not quite ready to settle down, and started out for a six weeks' vacation. Marguerite and my sister had kept up a correspondence, so I had no dif ficulty in finding the object of my search"; and in less than five weeks was on my way east with my bride. Before leaving California X had learned the particulars of Mrs. Law ton's sudden death. Marguerite's grandmother, who had been a leader in society until her husband's death, was the possessor of some valuable diamonds, which a few years previous she had placed in her son's hands for safe-keeping until Marguerite should be of an age to wear them. He very seldom mentioned the jewels to his daughter, and it was supposed that he carried them around his person. One day in early March he was returning from a drive, when he saw a man skulking around the street corner who looked strangely familiar to him. He fiually said to Marguerite: "It has just oocurred to me that the stranger is Davidson, who used to be employed by your grandmother. She wrote me some little time ago that she had dis charged him because she found him one day trying to unlock her desk where her private papers were kept." The following day Mr. Lawton wa3 brought home unconscious, with a cruel wound in his head. Eobbery was evidently the motive of the as sailant, for the diamonds were gone, also the money and watch of the vic tim. The poor man did not regain consciousness, but died in a few hours. Comparison of the dates showed that this occurred at the very time I had been called to Millville. Inquiry proved also that the grand mother had been in her own home, ill in bed with an attack of rheumatism, on that night. Befrye going back to my practice 1 went with Marguerite to her old home. On arriving there I told her of my mysterious visit and of the key which had been held out to me. I produced the one 1 had had made and asked if sho had seen one like it, but she never had. When we entered the dining room it was a bright, sunny day. I looked around the room, and as my glance rested on the massive oak sideboard that was built into one corner of the room I saw along the top were carved grape leaves and bunches of grapes. Suddenly there flashed into my mind the words: "The second bunch of grapes." Mounting a chair, I man aged to reach it. After a few attempts I found I could move it a little, and fiually I succeeded in pushing to one side the entire cluster, leaving ex posed a keyhole in a little door of iron four or five inches square. Producing my mysterious key, I at once unlocked the door and found that the aperture contained a small iron box, in which we found the missing diamonds. We soon went to the house of Mar guerite's grandmother, where we have lived for the last eight years, during which time I have only once met with another ghostly visitor. But that is another story.—Chicago Record. Superstitious Man Ten Cents Ahead. The other day Mr. Horace Parkes, a young farmer, residing in the Red House neighborhood, called on Mr. John Donelson, the leading carriage manufacturer of Richmond, Ky., for the purpose of settling his semi-annual account. Mr. Donelson examined his books and stated to Mr. Parkes that his bill was sl3. After some hesitancy Mr. Parkes remarked: "This number seems to have started with me, and continues tooccur in all I have to do or that may affect me so as ever to rofresh my mind with its connection with my existence. I was born on the thirteenth day of the month, was the thirteenth child, my father died when I was thir teen years of age, and now my bill is $13." Mr. Donelson, in considerable excitement, said: "I won't collect the bill. Give me $12.90 anh your bill ir squared." hie Neighborly Instinct. Among the women a newcomer is never considered neighborly until she has sent the hired girl to borrow at least two nutmegs and three cups of I sugar.—New Tork Press. I NEWS AND NOTES § I FOR WOMEN. I ®*ote!ei©teteB(s2<ote(*3fe(eiote(etes(Q(otei©lf Braid on the New Tailor Gowns. The new tailor gowns and pseudo tailor gowns aro trimmed with flat braid put on with conspicuous stitch ing. Innumerable embroidered dresses are imported, those most in vogue having deep floral borders in colors contrasting with the fabric; for ex ample, roses and foliage on a delicate, pale sage-green. These decorated fabrios are expensive to buy, but they require no trimming. The vogue of braid is being abnsed. The large, intricate .and conspicuous patterns with which many a dress is covered are far from the best taste, but no signs of a reaction are apparent. Home Made Perfumes. Southern women are fond of making the perfumes for their own use, and as they prepare them these are as delioions as the best imported. Their method is to have an airtight box with panes of glass that just fit into it. A layer of mutton suet or beef tallow is placed on a pane of glass and covered thickly with the fresh rose leaves or other blossoms, gathered as soon aB the morning dew is dried off. An other layer of tallow is laid over the flowers and covered by another pane of glass. This ia repeated until the box is full, when it is shut and placed in a dark, cool room. In about thirtjs-six hours the tallow wijl have absorbed all the odor, and it ia then put into a jar of alcohol suf ficient to cover thoroughly. The alcoA hoi in its turn absorbs the odor, and is strained off the tallow and carefully stoppered. A Russian Woman Editor. An accomplished young Russian, Anna Evremoff, is now in this coun try, She was at first an editor in her own country, but committing the fatal mistake of having original opinions, her paper was suppressed and she be took herself to the University of Hei delberg, and was the first woman ever granted a diploma in law at Leipsio. The story of her degree is that she was refused for the sufficient reason that she was a womaD. One day the King of Saxony visited the university, and noticing this one woman among the many men, accosted her, and find ing that she was a Russian, asked her if she was happy in his country, on whioh she told her story with the ef feot that the King ordered that she immediately have her Examination; sha was able to prove her right to a diploma and received it.—The Argo naut. New Pocket Handkerchiefs. Small monograms, embroidered in colored linen thread, ornament the corners of the new handkerohiefs. The hem-stitohed border is qnite nar row and sometimes it is of pink, blue, lilac or red to match the monogram. Colorod handkerohiets with white corners, upon which a colored flower, initial or butterfly or other small de sign is embroidered in color, are odd and fanciful. A whito 'kerchief with a spray of maidenhair delicately em broidered in one corner is very dainty and effeotive. As the majority of wom en never adopt startling novelties in pocket handkerchiefs any more than they pen notes on brilliant purple or bright red notepaper, these fanciful scraps of lawn aud hemstitching will probably ho given over to the school girl. Tbo plain white 'kerchiefs are as daintily simple as usual, edged with lace, hemstitched, and embroidered with small patterns or with a dainty convent-worked moaogram. Care of the Hands. The flesh at the root of the nail should be loosened nnd pushed back with an ivory blade or dull-pointed steel. It is easily done, after soaking the fingers in tepid water for about twenty minutes. This will disclose the half-moon—whioh, in moßt cases, is nearly or quite oovered—whioh adds greatly to the beauty of the hand. A manicure has a tiny pair of scissors, whioh are made forthe purpose, with which he cuts away all the superfluous flesh at the roots of the nails, after rubbing them baok. When the naile are in good condition, a few minutes' care and attention daily will keep them so. Every time the hands are washed the flesh should be pushed baok with the towel, and a very few minutes' rubbing with ohamcis skin, with powdered pnmioe stone moist ened with sweet oil, will polish the nails. The finest polish is said to be hand polish, which the manicure gives to a pair of hands by an hour's polish ing. Water can be easily softened with a few drops of ammonia or—what is bet tor-—a small piece of lump borax, warm water, into whioh enough borax has dissolved to make the water feel slip pery when pressed between the finger and thumb, is very good for washing the hands. Many people who do not work wash the hands but seldom. The day's accumulation of dirt is al lowed to remain on the hands all night. Upon rising, the hands are washed in cold water. The possessor wonders why, when she does no work, her hands are not white.—Woman's Life. The Woman Who Failed. The name of the women who have gone into the chicken business hope fully, and given it up disconsolately, is legion; but, in despite of repeated failures, the idea still tempts its vic tim, and the "little place with a vege table garden and chickens" is as seduc tive as ever. "We took a small house in the coun try a few years ago," said one of these aspirants relating her experiences, j "thinking we could at least reduce our J living expenses, rf not actually coin j money, by starting a vegetable garden j and poultry yard. Our first experi ment was with ducks. We hatohed out a number of fine broods under hens, ana, as we were on the water, we natnrally thought the conditioni wereperfeot. One day a heavy storm came up, our ducks got wet, and everj one died, for it seems that young ducki must not get wet on any account. "That was our first blow; othon followed all too quickly. The chick* ens did well at first, and then had a series of ailments and refused to lay. I bought a cow, and found I had been cheated, as it went dry in a few months. In the garden the cauli* flowers grew rampant, and refused to head; the peas turned out badly; the spinach dwindled, and the only bright spot in that garden was the onion patch. My opinion of this vegetable has undergone a great change. 1 shall always regard it with gratitude, I dare say, on the theory that failures are only premiums paid to success. I should have done better if I had per severed, but it was too wearing. Never shall I forget my joy when I came back to town to a flat, and when next I try to earn money it will not be by raising vegetables or poultry."— New York Tribune. Gossip. Boer women are forming rifle clubs. A successful ranch owner in Kansas is a woman. Women are not permitted to be photographed in China. A training sohool for women nurses has been opened in Havana, Cuba. The woman's club movement has developed great strength in the West. The Legislative Council of Western Australia has passed a bill enfranchis ing women. A conservatory and rose garden in Elmira, N. Y., is owned and managed by a woman. Kansas City, Mo., has established an institute particularly for substitute teaohers, in order that they may be kept up to the modern methods of teaching. The Twentieth Century Club of Portland, Oregon, devotes itself to the stndy of the history and present sooial and commercial status of foreign countries. Mrs. Julia Barrett, of Sacramento, Cal., has prepared a system of steno graphy in the Chinese language, which is found to be of great com mercial value. The chief duty of a Japanese woman all her life is obedienoe—while un married, to her parents; when mar ried, to her husband and his parents; when widowod, to her son. A woman's club in Iceland, known as the Thorvnldsen Society, looks aftor the poor, keeps up a sewing school, visits the hospital, and carries on various philanthropic enterprises. Following the counsel of the court physicians, the Empress of Germany, who is in feeble health, is taking les sonß daily in the palaoe riding school, which has been built for her especially. The costliest string of pearls in England is said to belong to the Duchess of Marlborough. It was a wedding gift from her mother, and was originally among the crown jewels of France. Justice Bookstaver, of the Supreme Court in New York City, has handed down a decision refusing the applica tion of the "Colonial Dames of Amer ica" to restrain "the Colonial Dames of the State of New York" and the "National Society of the Colonial Dames of Amerioa" from using their several names. Gleanings From the Shops. New ideas in prettily carved gilt bangles. Much blue stationery, showing groups of fleur-de-lis designs. Fall styles in hatpins and stickpins fashioned from pearl, crystal and strass. Point d'esprit nets with various sized meshes showing either white or black dots. An abundance of bodice garnitures composed of pearls in oval and ob long forms. Net robes and allovers patterned tastefully . with large pailetteß in ouirass designs. Newly opened lines of stiok pins and brooohea representing golf and col lege emblems. New assortments of barrettes for the hair fashioned from tortoise shell or gilt in plain or jewel-studded effects. New collections of white taffeta oord ings that alternate with either ex quisitely fine black or white silk lace. Velvet stook collars showing ap pliques of steel beads, from which a pretty fringe depends over a chiffon front. Bodioe garnitures composed of jet with pendant fringes, in which vari ously shaded jewels are tastefully in terspersed. Beautiful grenadines for the winter evening wear; on which antique de signs are wrought with tinsel or sil ver traceries. Children's dresses elaborately trimmed with the finest nainsook em broidery and entredeux threaded with colored ribbon. Fall veilings in staple colorings and a world of new mesh arrangements showing a profusion of velvet spots variously spaced. A vast variety of Luxeuil and other laces in open bold patterns woven in widths sufficiently wide for capes and long outer mantles. Plenty of new designs and combina tions in imperial ties for women's and men's wear, with cashmere borderings a conspicuous point. Large pictnre hats ornamented with some tissue material, long ostrioh plumes, jet ornaments of various de signs and tulle strings. Many trimmings on the passemen terie order, showing fringes of various sized beadß or the old-time bugles in combination cith beads. / A SONG OF A DREAM. Blossoms In the windy woods- Voices In the solitudes; Thrushes singing silver-sweet Where the lights and shadows meet; Star of night and rose of dawn— Whither has the bright dream gone? It was woven of roses white— Lilies of the dew and light; Sunflowers fair and manifold, Olvlug gardens all their gold. Star of night and rose of dawn— Whither has the bright dream gone? Song and sunlight, gloom and gleam— Heart-beats echoed through the dream; Faiths and hopes, and doubts and fears- Lips that kissed away my tears. Spirit of the dark and dawn—• Whither has the bright dream gone? Take each high star's golden beam- Give me back the dream—tho dreaml With its balm and bloom replete, And the face thnt made It sweetl Star of night and rose of dawn- Whither has the bright dream gone? —F. L. Stanton, In Atlanta Constitution. PITH AND POINT. Mr. Snapp —"Life is full of contra dictions." Mrs. Snapp—"No.it isn't." —Judy. Visitor (in penitentiary)—" What brought you to this place, my ftiend?" Convict—"Th' sheriff."—Ohio State Journal. "Dear me!" exclaimed the fond father, anxiously; "whatever can be the matter with the baby? It isn't crying." She—"l wonder if it is hard to write dialect stories?" He—"l should think it might be. I know it's hard to read them."—Somerville Journal. He kissed the maid upon the oheek. And when the deed was done, Tho good book's teaching she obeyed, And turned the other oue. —Chicago Dally News. Caller (to little Bobby)—" Bobby, what makes your eyes so bright?" Bobby (after a little thought)—"l 'spects it's 'cause I ain't had 'em very long." Andy Smart—"Say, papa, are the things that Congressmen say appro priate?" Old Smart—"Appropriate is about all they do say."—Syracuse Post. "I don't think she looks very high to marry a clerk." "Oh, but he was irresistible. She found him at the bargain counter."—Philadelphia Bul letin. Employer (irascibly) "Confound that boy! H6's never here when he's wanted!" Clerk—"lthiuk it must be hereditary with him, sir. His father is u policeman." "How affectionate your little boy must be to write you a nine-page let ter." "Yes; it is all about a white billy goat he wants to bring home."— Detroit Free Press. He—"l'm thinking of proposing to you." She—"l hope yon will post pone it awhile." He—"Why?" She —"I don't know you well enough yet to refuse you."—Town Topics. "Why is a basob 11 pitcher no longer any good when he has a glass arm?" "I suppose because the other ! fellows can then see through his curves."—Philadelphia North Ameri can. "This," remarked the professor, carefully removing the postage stamp from the envelope of n letter ho had conoluded not to send, "is what might be called 'getting off a good one.' " Chicago Tribune. Lawyer—"What is your age, madam?" Fair Witness—"l am—er —that is—er " Lawyer (sarcas tically)—" Kindly remember, madam, that every moment you gain now will not be to your advantage."—Philadel phia Record. Featherstone "Come, Bobby (handing him a quarter), how many fellows have called on your sister this week?" Bobby—"Let's see—five." "That doesn't include me, does it?" "Oh, no. Sister says you don't count."—Brooklyn Life. The class was having lessons in natural history, and the teacher asked, "Now, is thero any boy here can tell me what a zebra is?" Tommy—"Yes, sir; I can." Teacher—"Well,"Tommy! what is a zebra?" Tommy—"Please, sir, a zebra is a donkey with a foot ball suit on I" Woman's Quick Tact. The following story illustrates a woman's quick tact in an emergency. It is about a college president who is a great gardenor and wears a glass eye. One day this college president —it being summer and he on his va oation—rushed in from the garden all soiled and spattered and without his glass eye. His wife was seated with a caller of importance. She per ceived the special unfitness of her husband's condition and frigidly said to him: "John, go at onoe to the li brary and tell your master Mrs. wishes to see him." He went and soon reappeared clothed, eyed and in his right mind. This college president, it is plain, is himself a man of presence of mind. There are plenty of men who, con fronted by suoh a remark of genius as this, would have stared and faltered out: "But, my dear " and spoiled it all.—Boston Suocess. He'd Been Helping: Jerry. In a small village in Kent lived a ■farmer who had two sons—the elder, Jerry, an industrious and ing boy; tbe youngstar, Willie, just as idle. His father, wishing to enoour age the idle one, said to him: "Willie, my boy, work hard all day and I will give you a shilling when I oome home." Evening came. Willie met his lather at the gate, saying: "Father, I have just about worked to-day. I have been helping Jerry all day." His father, greatly pleased, replied: "That's a good boy, here's your shil ling. By the by, what has Jerry been doing?" "Ob! he's been fishing, fathet," name the unexpected reply.—London Spare Moments.
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