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THE SCHOOL BOY.
Wf bought hlni a box fer hip books and things,
And a cricket-bag for his bat ;
And he looked the brightest and best of kings
Under his new straw hat.
We banded him into the railroad train
With a troop of Ills yotrng compeers.
And we madeas though it were dust ; and rain
Were filling our eye with tears.
We looked in his Innocent face to see
The sigh of a sorrowful heart ;
But he only shouldered his bat with glee.
And wondered when they would start.
Twa? not that he loved not as heretofore
For the boy was tender and kind
But his was a world that was all before.
And ours was a world behind.
.Twas not that his fluttering heart was cold
For the child was loyal and true
But the parents love the love that is old.
And the ch lrtren the love that is new.
And we came to know that love is a flower
Which only groweth down ;
And we scarcely spoke for the space of an hour.
As we drove back through the town.
As a fond mother, when the d:iy Is o'er.
Leads by the hand her little child to bed.
Halt' wilting, half reluctant to be led.
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing sit them tureugh the open door,
N or wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead.
Which, though more splendid, may not please
St Nature deals with us. and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarcely knowing if we wish to go or stay.
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we
a. W. Longftlloto in the Atlantic.
A DARK GAME LOST.
The three magistrates had sat uninter
ruptedly far into the autumn afternoon,
and had now retired to consider their de
cision. It was a distressing case and oc
curred in Singlebridge, which is a mere
handfulof a town.and provoked intense in
terest among the inhabitants. SilasJWest
brook, the reluctant prosecutor, was se
nior partner in an impressively solid firm
which had flourished in the borough lor
generations. His son Augustus, also of
the firm, a witness for the prosecution,
was held in much esteem by certain of the
younger sort in Singlebridge, who sympat
hized with his amiable w.ildness. About
Mr. Blanchard, another witness for the
prosecution, little was known to the in
quiring gossips. He had been a resident
with the Westbrooks for about eight
months, during which period he had sat
alongside Gus in the office in business
hours, and had been a good deal about
him at other times. They got on
amazingly well together, people observed,
but despite all his efforts and some of
these were marked enough suave Mr.
Blanchard failed to similarly captivate
Gus s pretty sister Fanny. As became
her father's daughter, she treated the West
Indian connection of her father's firm with
unerring graciousness. But her sweetest
moods, her tenderest looks and gentlest
tones were not for him. The magician at
whose bidding they so gladly came, was
Blanchard s instinctive foe. From tLe
moment Harold White, confidential clerk
to the flrm,and a potential partner therein,
met and simply shook hands with the
West Indian, they hated each other with a
hatred that owed its sustenance on the one
side to contempt, and on the oilier to
malice and all uncharitableness. To-day
will behold the triumph or discomfiture of
Blanchard. In the Police Court of iin
glebridge, in the presence of a crowd of
people, the majority of whom are person
ally known to him, Harold White stands
accused, on the united testimony of the
Westbrooks, father and son, of embezzle
ment. To the profound chagrin of the magis
trates' clerk, who, cordially disliking
Blanchard, wishes well to the accused,
the latter conducts his own defense.
"Silence in the Court!"
The silence is oppressive when, in a
voice full of feeling, the chairman turns to
the accused, and says:
'Harold White, I, who have known
you for so many years, need not say that
the long examination, which my brother
magistrates and myself have this day con
ducted to the very best of our ability, has
been to all of us fraught with considerable
pain. And we are bound to admit, in
your behalf, that nothing has transpired
in the course of this hearing which re
flects in the least upon your conduct
during the period to which I refer. We
have given due consideration to this fact
in your favor, and have come to the con
clusion, actuated by motives which we
earnestly hope you will live to appreciate
in a proper spirit, to dismiss the case.
You may go."
'But my character " exclaimed White,
in a voice husky with emotion, "who is to
clear that of taint?"
"Yourself," solemnly answered the
Chairman. "Call the next case."
Dazed, trembling under the influence
of warring passions, he left the dock and
passed out of the court into the sunlit
street. Whither should he direct his
The September sun was setting redly
behind a familiar belt of woods which
fringed the further bank of the river as he
continued his moody walk. He had held
on for miles, heedless of the direction he
took, and now he awoke from the fit of
passionate bitterness to find himself on a
spot that had often been hallowed by the
presence of the girl he loved. What did
she think of him?
In those two words all was expressed.
0, Harold, I have followed you for
hours, fearing to speak, you look so pale
and changed I" , . .
"I am changed. They have not sent
me to prison, Fan , but the prison taint
is on me. Why don't you shrink from
the moral leper, as the rest of them have
"Because" and it seemed to him as
though her voice had never thrilled with
such sweetness before "I know you."
"And you believe "
"That all will be righted yet. I can
wait, dear, if you will let me. You were
never more precious to me than you are at
"Miss Westbrook Come, Fanny, this
is no place for you."
Harold and she bad not heard the foot
steps. It was Blanchard and her brother
who approached unnoticed.
"And no place for you, either," said
White to Blanchard.
"Faugh, replied that worthy, "I have
no words to waste on such as you, sir. I
am here to perform a duty.'
Scoundrel!" Harold began, at the same
time raising his hand. She touched him
and he was still.
"Sir," she said, "I am mistress of my
own actions. If I choose to accompany
my brother it is because I choose!
Harold, good-bye. Come what may, my
faith will not falter, my love never
The last four words were murmured.
As she shaped them she reached forward
and kissed him before her brother, whose
surprise at her defiant attitude was un
speakable. They parted and went their several
Three months had elapsed, and not a
word had been heard of or from Harold
White; unless, the female gossips, sug
gested, he had written to Miss West
brook, which, considering his departure,
he was hardly likely to have done.
It puzzled the Well-informed Single
bridge to hear Fanny Westbrook's cheer
ful words, to note her placid browr and
bright manner. She never could have
thought much of that Harold White, you
know, or she would have manifested some
regret at his misfortunes.
Blauchard, too, was mystified by her.
What did it portend? Had she resigned
all hopes of being restored to the lover
whom he had so effectually helped to dis
grace and banish? Was the course clear
at last? He would see. His impetuous
love for the sunny-haired, Saxon-eyed
girl, a love which sprang into existence
the moment they met, had grown mightily
since the going of White. He would put
an end to this uncertainty. He could
lace his fate.
"An interview with me?" replied Fanny
to his blaudly proffered request; "cer
tainly, Mr. Blanchard." Her tone was
"And if you please, let it take place
now. Pray be seated."
If she had only been embarrassed.
"Miss Westbrook, I 1 fear that the
impression which I made upon you the day
of that unfortunate rencontre by the river
side was not favorable. I "
'Pray proceed, sir," she remarked in
"Well, then allow me you cannot
surely have remained firm ill the reso
lution you tlieu expressed to cleave
"Mr. Blanchard, I will assist 'or..
You apparently wish to say that I must
have ceased to love Harold White. Js
that so? '
"Miss Westbrook Fanny pardon me;
I do. He is all unworthy of you. Oh, if
you did but know the tiepth of my love
tor you '
"Slop, Mr. Blanchard," she said, rising
from her chair, and moving slowly to
ward the door. "Let us understand each
other. Whether or not Harold Whin
holds the place in my heart which he
once did concerns me and me only. The
honor you have done me, Mr Blanchard
call it by what tender name you please I
despise. Mr. Blanchard, 1 know you!"
"Stop. Miss Westbrook!" he exclaimed,
making one step forward and barring her
way to the dour, "ua harken to me. i'on
have thrown the gage. Very well. 1 ac
cept it. It was I who drove Harold White
from Singlebridge. Ah, you can be im
pressed, 1 see. It is I who can compel
your consent to my demands. Now, Miss
Westbrook, know rue!'
Her face was very white as she swept
proudly past the West Indian, but it was
not the w hiteness of fear. They mea
sured swords with their eyes how clear
and searching hers were! and parted.
Next clay Fanny Westbrook was mis
sing from Singlebridge.
Fqr twelve months Silas Westbrook has
been daughterless. Fanny was sought
for, far and near, but without avail.
However, we must for the present leave
Singlebridge, and make our way to the
Theatre Royal, Easthampton. The house
is crowded by the admirers of the leading
lady, whose benefit-night it is.
Old Fussyton, the stage door-keeper, is
at this moment in a state of mind bordering
on despair. He dare not, for the life of
iiim, leave his post, and he has just
learned that a stranger has succeeded in
reaching the stage under the cover of an
audacious super. If that should come to
the knowledge of Mr. Somerset Beau
champ, the manager, he (Fussyton) will
to a certainty be dismissed on the spot.
"Take a note to Miss Harebell, sir!
Could not do it. It's against orders,
The speaker is a call-boy. His tempter
is Mr. Blanchard.
"Very well, sir, I'll risk it. If you are
an old friend, I suppose it will be all
Induced to commit a breach of disci
pline by the bestowal of a rather potent
bribe, the call-boy disappears behind a
pile of scenery, unci is presently heard in
altercation with Miss Harebell's dresser.
"What do you want? Miss Harebell is
not 'a beginner,' she is not on until the
"I know7 that Mrs. Cummings. I want
to speak to you. Open the door. ' '
"Blanchard heard no more. A whispered
conversation between the leading lady's
dresser and the call-boy was immediately
succeeded by the reappearance ot that
precious youth, who said: "Miss Hare
bell will meet you after the performance
at her hotel, the George. She has private
apartments there. All you have to do is
to send in your name. And now, sir,
do clear out of this. How you got in, I
don't know. If Mr. Bowshang was to
stag vou, wouldn't there be a shine, nei
ther?" Meantime his note had produced a start
ling effect upon Miss Harebell. It ran
'At last I find you. In Miss Harebell
I l ave recognized Fanny Westbrook.
At the peril of those nearest and dearest
to you. see me to-night. Iam desperate. ' '
"Cuinming," gasped she, "lock that
door. You did it for the best to get rid of
him. It is always convenient to decline
receiving a visitor at one's hotel; but I
will see him. Finish my hair and then
find Mr. Beauchamp. I would speak to
him before I go on."
Blanthard nad again curiously under
valued the strength of his lovely oppo
nent. She saw the manager and exchanged
with him a few whispered words. He
grasped her hand warmly by way of em
phasizing his chivalric intentions in her
Since that day, more than twelve
months previously, that Miss Westbrook
had merged her identity in that of the now
talented actress, Miss Harebell, Fanny
had played many parts, both on and off
the stage. On this paiticular night she
excelled herself. The applause ofhercrowd
of admirers was what would have been
termed in stage parlance "terrific." Such
was the electric force of her acting that
it carried all before it. Was she play
ing up defiantly to Blanchard? Perhaps.
On the conclusion of the play she, laden
with bouquets, retired to her dressing
room, and in a few minutes had resumed,
with the aid of the attentive Mrs Cum
mings, the attire of ordinary life.
In the space of a few minutes Miss
"Harebell" was proceeding unnoticed,
save by a group of her youthful idolators
who surrounded the pit door, under the
convoy of Mr. Beauchamp, to her apart
ments at the George.
Before ascending the staircase which
led to her rooms, she informed the maid
servant that probably a gentleman would
call upon her. If he did she was to show
him up, after having privately informed
Mr. Beauchamp, who would wait for the
news in the bar parlor, of her visitor's
Mr. Beauchamp, whose face beamed
with complacent delight, nodded his ap
proval of this arrangement. Observed
Fanny to him:
"Now, Mr. Beauchamp, I shall leave
you to your devices riiere she indulged in
the tiniest ripple of laughter) your
"Very well, my dear, they shall be
ready if wanted."
"And he "
"Everything is ready, Miss Harebell,
and everybody. Let that suliice you."
Seated in her snug little room, Fanny
dreamily awaited the coming of her
ancient persecutor. S e had not to wait
"Mr. Blanchard, 'ra," announced the
maid servant, and thereupon ushered In
Miss Westbrook rose and acknowledged
his elaborate bow with a silence that was
full of scornful eloquence. She then re
sumed her seat.
"Miss Westbrook, can you divine why
I am here?'
"Oil, you can? You are frank. After
all, why should you not be? We can
spare each other the recital of a long pre
face of dull retrospection. After a long
and painful search I have found you no
"I know how," she calmly interposed.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "perhaps you
would not mind enlightening me." His
tones were sneering. Her perfect equa
nimity ut him about.
"Not at all. You got the information
from my brother."
"Even so. And your brother? Had
he informed Tou also that he is just as
completely in my power as was another
person ot our acquaintance more than a
year since? Did lie tell yon that there is
a bundle of pipers that would give him
penal servitude if I chose to put the law
in operation? Did he "
"No, Mr. Blauchard, he did not." A
tear had stolen down her check at the
mention of Harold s name, but now that
she confronted the West Indian, her eyes
blazed defiance at him. "He did not.
Keruove your mask. I can read the rascal
underneath it. So, then, my hand be
imwtiJ on you 1- w be the iriee of vour
silence concerning my brother's crime, if
crime it be. But you have shown your
claws too soon, sir; see that they are not
"And who is to clip them?"
"I!" exclaimed a voice that came from
behind the chair near which Blanchard
stood, while at the same time his arms
were seized in a grip of iron and wrenched
violently back. "1 Harold White! Fan,
take possession of those papers."
"So you think to trap me, do you?"
growled Blauchard, actually foaming with
rage; "but you are mistaken."
"Not a bit of it," observed obliging Mr.
Beauchami , at that moment entering by
the door on the landing. Coolly turning
the key and placing it in his pocket, the
manager of the Easthampton theatre con
tinued: "Now look here, Mr. Blanchard,
I have stage-managed too many little
things of this kind not to know what's re
quired to strengthen the situation. I have
two of my fellows handy on the stairs.
My property man is on the other side of
those folding-doors. My friend here and
myself reckon for something, to say noth
ing of Mr3. Harold White '
"Mrs. Harold White!" gasped Blanch
ard. "Yes, Mr. Blanchard," releasing him
and approaching her, "my wife. She
always believed in my perfeet innocence
of the charge you helped to fasten on me,
and when poor, miserable Gus confessed
the part which he played in the conspiracy,
we got married."
"Confessed conspiracy !" sneeriugly
exclaimed Blanchard; 'svhere are your
"Here!" replied Harold, pointing to
the papers; "and here they remain
"Until the father of my dear wife has
perused them line by line, and the magis
trates of Singlebridge have made my in
nocence as pubMc as a year ago they
proclaimed my guilt."
"Then I may go," said Blanchard, after
a pause; and taking for granted the con
sent of his temporary custodians, he
stepped toward the door, which was
under the janitorship of Mr. Beauchamp.
That gentleman gracefully waved him
"You may go on one condition, sir
pardon me and it is this. That you leave
for Jamaica by a certain steamer which
leaves this port to-morrow. I have to
night bespoken your berth. Pardon me
if you decline, take the consequences,
one of which will be the temporary occu
pation by yourself of a neat and commo
dious apartment within the precincts of
"Open the door." Not another word
did he utter, but taking his hat, and look
ing straight before him, he left the hotel
and proceeded not unattended in the
direction of the Jamaica boat.
It was a pleasant hour or so which Mr.
and Mrs. Harold White and their friend
Beauchamp spent together that night. It
was a more than pleasant meeting that
took p ace a few days after in Singlebridge.
Silas Westbrook's happiness was unspeak
able. There was a streak of sorrow in it,
though, when he thought of his absent
son, and prayed that the lad had turned
over a new leaf at the other end of the
world. London Society.
TORPEDO PRACTICE ON SHARKS.
Not a year, indeed, hardly a month,
passes but a shark spoils a British ship
of one or more of her hands. While
the vessel is in the harbor, or riding in
the offing, a man tumbles overboard,
or is capsized from a boat, or attempts
to swim ashore, and is torn in pieces
by sharks within sight of help and
sound of human voice. The Alice
Davies, of Liverpool, has just returned
to the Mersey, and in her "log" is duly
recorded a terrible catastrophe of this
kind. She was anchored off a small
river known as the Probolingo, on the
const of Java, and one of her crew, a
Welshman, of the name of Owen, went
with four others to bathe. Thy were
all good swimmers, and Owen, who
was the most skillful, had ventured
some little distauee from the vessel,
when he was suddenly heard to utter a
piercing shriek. A large shark, rising
suddeuly from the bottom, had bitten
him immediately below the fifth rib
and literally torn him to pieces. A
rope was thrown to him, but his inju
ries were so terrible that he immedi
ately sank. His companions escaped
uninjured, but of Owen's body no trace
was recovered. The shark which at
tacked him was, we are told, judged to
be some fifteen feet in length. Such
dimensions, although large, are yet not
unusual in the Javanese seas.
The shark is not so much the tiger
as the vulture of the sea. Like the
vulture, he hesitates to attack any
thing with life in it; but, if hungry,
becomes for the time possessed with a
cou. age not his own. We shall never
exterminate him, aud his presence in
tropical waters must always remain a
constant source of danger. Meantime
he has at least this merit, that wuere
ever he may be found he affords a cer
tain rough species of sport. There is
no better fun than fishing for a shark
with a hook the size of a pitchfork,
and a huge piece of pork by way oi
bait. Harpooning the creature is also
an exciting amusement, although
seidom practiced. Of late years, to ,
the shark has been hunted in novel
and scientific ways. There is no better
form of rifle practice than to shoot at
hiin from over the stern with explo
sive bullets. If you miss him lie stili
follows on. If he is hit, a great hole
is rent in him. He rolls slowly over
on his back, displaying his cruel,
gaping jaws, and vast expanse of white
under-suriace, and his brother sharks,
coming up from around, quarrel and
dispute fraternally over the carcass.
Best, however, of all modes of shark
chase, because most scientific, and,
consequently, most amusing, is that
recently adopted in her Majesty's
navy of combiuing torpedo drill with
shark fisher'. A miniature torpedo is
enclosed iua bait ot junk or pork, and
lowered with proper care. The bat
tery is duly charged, and at the mo
ment that the huje fish seizi s, and, as
a pike-fisher would say, "pouches"
the tempting morsel, the circuit is com
pleted. The effect is instantaneous.
The head and jaws of the monster are
Mown into fragments, and a bubbling
circle in the water marks the- spot
wiiere, a few seconds before, his fin
was showing above the waves.
London Doily Neirs.
SERPULAS, OR SEA WORMS.
The rambler along the sea shore will
not uufrcquently meet with shells,
stoues, and other objects that have
long been immersed in the waters of
the ocean, more or less incrusted with
masses of whit8, calcareous tubes,
which, from their writhing forms, at
ones suggest to his mind the idea of
worms. These elongated, variously
twisted tubes, popularly supposed to ue
"petrified w orms," constitute the dwel
ling places of certain small marine
worms called Serpukc. In the animal
kingdom ihese little creatures have
their place in the lowest class of Arti
culates. This class, the Annelida,
embraces an extensive series of animals
usually grouped together under the
common name of "worms," and com
prehends four orders, as types of which
we may take, for instance, the (1) sea
centipede, (2) the leech, (3) the earth
worm, and (4) the marine worm (ser
jula). This class is remarkable as
being thvi only section of invertebrate
animals which possess red blood. The
worms blonuing to three of these
orders are erratic, but the fourth (whose
type is the serpula) iucludes creatures
which inhabit a fixed and permanent
residence that serves to inclose and pro
tect them from external injury. This
is generally an elongated tube, varying
in texture in different species. Some
times it is formed by agglutinating
foreign substances, such as grains of
sand, small shells, etc., by means of a
secretion which exudes from the surface
of the body and hardens into a tough
membranous substance, as in the case
of the Terehella. In other cases, as in
tid'puht contortuplicata the tube is
homogeneous in texture, formed of cal
careous matter, and apparently secreted
in the same manner; for this reason the
tube keeps increasing in length and
diameter as long as its inhabitant con
tinues to grow, the formation of this
protecting sheath beiug the progressive
work oi the entire lite ot the animal,
The elongated body of these worms is
divided into numerous rings, and its
anterior portion is spread out in the
form ot a disk armed on each side with
bundles of coarse hairs; in this disk is
the moutli opening.
From the sides of the mouth arise
the "fan-shaped respiratory tufts, form
ing most elegant arborescent append
ages of a beautiful red color, mixed with
yellow and violet, aud exhibiting when
expanded a spectacle of great beauty.
In some species there is a remarkable
provision made for closing the tube
when the worm retires within its cavity.
On each side of the mouth of the
worm is a fleshy G lament resembling a
tentacle; but one of these, sometimes
the right, sometimes the left, is found
to be considerably prolonged, and ex
panded into a f unnel-shaped operculum
or lid, which accurately hts the onhee
of the tube, and thus forms a sort of
door, well adapted to prevent intrusion
or annoyance from external enemies.
It has been shown by experiment that
if these little creatures be taken from
their shell, or the latter be destroyed,
they make no attempt to form another,
having lost either the faculty or the
instinct of doing so.
As it is in the nature of serpulas to
live in numerous colonies, we usually
find their tubes agglomerated into com
pact masses on all kinds of submarine
objects, about which they bend and
twist themselves in all sorts of shapes.
MAN'S DARKEST MOMENTS.
WAITING- FOR A WOMAN TO "GET
Are you a man? If so vou have nro-
bably had the pleasure of waiting for a
woman to "get ready" to go somewhere.
Getting ready is a mighty operation for
a woman to perform. It has nlwavs
been so ; but in these days of compli
cated costumes, and innumerable ap
pendages of the toilet, it is a stupen
dous undertaking. You are infatuated
with Miss B. You invite her to ride
behind your span of gravs. You are
wise enough to know that all women.
or most of them, like a fine turn-out.
and would much sooner be made love to
by a man who owns a nice team than
by one who takes his airings in horse
cars or omnibuses.
You set the time at 3.30 p. m. She
asks sweetly if you could not just as
well come at 4. Of course she would
like to go earlier, but she doubts if she
can get ready, and, of course, as you
are not married to her, you are only too
uappy io uo jusi, as sne wants you to.
After marriage, as the French say, "we
change all that," and when monsieur
bids, her madame must be ready or be
At precisely 4 the next day you drive
to Miss B's gate with a grand flourish
It looks old fogyish to e walking with
yo-;r horses up to a hitching-post. and
you have been showing your animals
the whip a few blocks back. They are
stir ed up by it and toss their heads,
md paw up papa B's concrete, and snap
ai the shrubbery in a vicious way, and
assure you equinely that they had just
as soon not wait for a woman to get
You think at first you won't hitch
them, for surely she is ready, but re
membering former experiences with
those of her sex, you change your mind
and give a small boy ten cents to have
an eye on them. You ring the bell and
are admitted, and the small boy en
gages in marble playing with another
small boy, and entrusts the horses to
"Is Miss B. ready?" you blandly ask
the maid servant.
She doesn't know, she'll inquire.
You stand first on one foot and then on
the other, and stare at the hat-tree, and
pull up your new style collar, which
ought to stand up, but which has de
veloped an obstinate tendency to lop
down, and you wonder where on ear. h
that servant has gone to inquire, and
you run out to see your horses, and ad
minister some sharp words to your
small delinquent groom, and he thumbs
his nose at you the minute your back is
By the time you get into the house
again Mrs. B. is coming down the stairs
in a toilet made in evident haste. She
is cordial and invites you into the
parlor, and says Marie will be down in
a moment, and she is so sorry to have
kept you waiting.
From above stairs you can hear the
sound of the notes of preparation.
Much treading back and forth, opening
of closet doors, shutting of drawers,
scolding of the maid in suppressed
tones, and liveliness generally
If you could look into Marie's cham
ber you would be in despair. Her
'crimps" are not taken down, her
boots unbuttoned, her pullback's elastic
cords are out of gear, and the maid is
fixing them ; she can't find her brace
lets ; one cuff pin is missing ; she has
put arnica on her handkerchief by mis
take thinking it Jockey Club ; there is
a button off tier basque from hurried
buttoning, and oh, dear 1 dear I where
are her lemon kids, and her parasol,
and her lace scarf, and that coral neck
chain, and a shawl, and a white lace
veil, aud a dozen other necessary arti
cles? She has hurried so that her face is all
a blaze and she is sure she looks like a
washer-woman, and she seizes her
powder-puff, dabs a little chalk on her
forehead, and hopes it won't be seen, as
she is going out to ride with a gentle
man and hot with a woman.
All unconscious of the trials which
beset your charming Marie, you are
striving to do the agreeable to Mrs B.,
with the sound of your horses pawing
up that sidewalk in your ears, and you
know the old man is particular about
his grounds ; and directly you hear
something snap and rush out to find
that one of your spirited nags has bit
ten off a fence picket and is trying his
best on another by way of dessert.
Will she ever get ready ?
You go back to tell Mrs. B. that your
horses are so restive that you must
stand by them, and you retire to tue
sidewalk, painfully conscious that
across the street, in that big tenement
house half a dozen children and young
people, and as many more idle loafers,
are watching you and laughing at your
predicament, and telling each other
that that is the chap "that is trying to
court Marie B., and she's had nine
fellers already and every one of 'em
went back on her.7'
Y"ou consult your watch, 5 o'clock !
You feel inclined to swear a little, but
early piety forbids, and you try to pos
sess your soul in patience.
The door opens. She comes radiant
and smiling, in the lovliest of new cos
tumes, pinned back so tight thiit she
creeps towards you like a snail, and you
mentally wonder how she is ever going
to step high enough to get into the car
riase ; and her hat is so becoming, and
her black lace scarf increases the white
ness of her neck so much, and she tells
you so sweetly that you feel infinitely
obliged to her for doing it, and feel for
a moment as if the highest and most
supreme delight of existence could be
found only in wTaiting for her to "get
ready." Kate Thorn.
The United States Circuit Court at
Trenton, N. J., recently gave Mrs.
Almira Walters a judgment against the
Mutual Life Insurance Company, of
New York, for 52,674.50, the full
amount of the policy on her husband's
life and interest, which that company
refused to pay because he had committed
Said he: "Matilda, you are my
dearest duck.' Said she: "Augustus,
you are trying to stuff me." She wan
too sage for biro,
Bees swarmed into Shelby ville,
Ind., recently in such conntless num
bers that the merchants had to close
Mr. Os. Williams, Spaulding coun
ty, Ga., owns two woolly chickens
which in form and habits do not differ
from other fols.
-Thirteen carloads over 2,200 bar
rels of apples recently passed through
Pittsburgh on their way to Liverpool,
England. They were shipped at Grand
Under the direction of the spirits
of his two dead wives, a Mr. Wheaton
has erected a flag-pole on Mount Wash
ington, and placed upon it a banner of
a strange device, costing $60.
Miss Lavinia Goodell, the Wis
consin lawyer, is mentioned as a slen
der woman whose hair is gray, but not
with years, and whose toilet is without
eccentricity, as her manner is without
The number of acres of ploughed
land in England has considerably de
creased during the past decade, but the
area of pasture land has steadily in
creased. This change is expected to
Sir Garnet Wolseley sent to Quebec
for a "buckboard" lor his own use on
the abominable roads of Cyprus; now
he has ordered a carriage from one
Montreal maker and a set of harness
A soldier stationed at Turin, Pied
mont, recently won 43,975 at the royal
lottery; but his sudden riches failed to
tell on the military authorities, who
demand of him two years' further ser
vice in the ranks.
At a cost of $800, the Academy of
Arts of Paris has obtained possession
of an Egyptian papyrus in excellent
preservation, though estimated to be
more than 4000 years old. It is on view
at the Exhibition.
Mr. Parkman is about to spend
some time in the vicinity of Quebec to
obtain data and other information for
the completion of his last volume of
Canadian history up to the time of the
Citv of Mexico advic.ps armnnnpp
that the Government has set on foot
the project of a special exhibition, to
lake place at a conveniently early date,
for the exhibition exclusively of Ameri
can and Mexican productions.
During the last year the life insur
ance companies in America have re
turned to the insured tor losses, endow
ments, surrendered values, dividends
and other items, a larger amount than
tney nave received m premiums.
The balance of our trade is largely
against our country in its dealings with
Japan, yet the United States imports
twice as much as it sends to that na
tion, while Great Britain furnishes
more than halt its imports, aud seven
times as much as this country.
The Hon. A. T. Goshorn, Direc
tor-General ot our Centennial Exposi
tion, who has just returned from Paris,
pronounces the Paris exposition in
terior to the American, except in the
single matter of art display. He says
the buildings were not as fine as our
own, and the arrangement of the dis
play was not so good. Jle thinks
the buildings were even inferior to
those at Vienna.
Poaching affrays are still not in
frequent in England. A few days ago
three gamekeepers of the Rev. W alter
Sneyd were attacked by ten poachers,
upon whom they had suddenly come.
The poachers attacked them with stones
and set their dogs at them, threatening
to murder them it they came on. The
keepers were badly injured, but three
of the assailants were secured.
Great droughts, like that which
has raged over India and Ciiina this
year, produce a sort of disease among
the inland fishes, and they die by mil
lions. Nor "will any but the most in
telligent and enterprising of the Hin
doos gather the carcasses witli which
to fertilize their fields, and thus the
vast and valuable deposits of phosphate
manure along hundreds of miles of
river banks is wasted.
The North American says that the
remarkable activitv of the buildimr
trades in Philadelphia through the
whole hve years ot the business revul
sion still goes on in all parts of the city
and suburbs, the number of new struc
tures commenced being proof of the
sanguine belief that present values of
property are only temporary, and sure
to give way to an upward movement
before long. These improvements are
of all classes, many of t hem quite exten
sive and costly.
The manufacturers' Association of
the Northwest, with headquarters in
Chicago, now proposes an excursion to
the halls of the Montezumas, accom
panied b wives and daughters. Every
convenience is to be arranged for the
comfort of the party. Such an incur
sion among the Aztec slumberers may
assist them to awake, and encourage
them to start on their coming march
for the greatness and prosperity which
exist somewhere m the iuture. Mil
waukee Journal of Commerce.
Lord Lytton, it is related, once
told an odd and entertaining story of
his uncle, Sir Henry Bulwer, who for
some months fancied himself affected
with paralysis of the limbs, and who
refused to put foot to the ground, but
was wheeled in a chair by his servant.
At last, one day, the Rhone steamer,
on which he was traveling, caught fire;
and the captain, having run the boat
ashore, a plank was thrown out by
which the passengers might land. The
first person observed on this new bridge,
and stepping nimbly down, was Sir
Henry. When fairly safe upon the
shore he remembered himself, and called
out to his servant, "Carry me,Forster."
But it was too late. Forster refused
to hear more of his master's folly, and
Sir Henry had to walk, and he walked
very well to the day of his death,