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PlTTSBORO CHATHAM CO., N. C, MAY 18,
In lite Meadow.
As lovely as the rose of June,
She came about the day's decline,
Where, sparkling to the slimmer moon,
The dewy meadow grasses shine
The pearly feet, lhat twinkled through
The ttow'rsso lightly lit on them,
Tli-y shook not down a drop of dew
From cow-slip cup or clover-stem.
K t yonder wayside hedge she came;
A momont there I saw ber turn,
Where clover-tops, with crimson flame,
Within the shadow shine and burn.
The brinr-ruse above the ttile
Hath somehow taken a richer pink,
'Twas there she pause I a little while
With backward smiling face, I think.
To peep at ber the tuarigo'd
Tip-toed upon the meadow's edge,
A honeysuckle flushed and bold,
Came clambering o'er tbs blossomed
White lily leaves arc tumbled down
Along the footpath, velvet grassed,
.In.-.' where tin y fell to kissthe gown
That brushed them as my darling passed.
I think the lilt to winds, that stir
The petals of the dreaming rose,
Are odorous liecaii.se of her;
With purpler bloom the meadow blows
The very flowers she came to cull,
Tiie buttercup and M irguerite,
Than other are more beautiful
Ity re.non of her pawing feet.
P. J. ('jlenun. in Philadelphia Ledger.
'Now, Phil, really, what do yon
like best the wliito blouss or tlio
"My dourest Blanche, you look
lovely in eithor."
"No, but really ?
"You're too ridiculous, Phil," cried
Mr. Loriiner, laughing. "As a lady's
lUiidyou are not a success go and
mi Uo your cigarette on tlio balcony,
ii-id I'll be ready in a second."
Mr. Loriiner obeyed with the sub'
mission and nlarci.y of a ncwly-mado
spouse, mid, moreover, waited with a
patience mid resignation only to bo
loom! in a man whose married life can
still bo counted by weeks.
"I haven't been long.hnvo I ?" asked
bis wife Willi delightful conviction,
when the returned after an interval,
"ind, oli, Phil, don't you think this is
the most perfectly lovely place on the
face of the earth?''
Mr. Loi inier's answer was somewhat
wido of the mark, nml by no means
worthy of record, but certainly Kden-tiu-Seu
was a delightful spot.
"It's delicious," repeated Mrs.
Loriiner, ecstatically; "but conic,
Phil. I m quite ready for my drive I
ii, there, my shoe is undone; do tie
it up for inc."
Philip was kneoling at her feet, mid
she was laughingly instructing him in
the art of tying a shoe lace, when, to
the uiiuttcrab'.c confusion of both, the
room door opened and a stranger stood
in the doorway.
"Excuse Die, I am afraid I liuvo
made a mistake."
Mr. Loriiner jumped up, glaring at
the intruder savagely.
"I thought this was my room, No.
"This is 21A," growled Loriiner.
"Your room is the mxt on tliu left."
"Thank you: a thousand pardons!-'
nod with a courteous bow the stranger
"Idiot I" began Phil, but Mrs. Lori
racr interrupted liiiu.
"Oh, did you ever see such a hatid
somo man? He had a face like an
"Archungcl be pulverized ! I think
people might lake the trouble to eco
that they don't blander into other
people' rooms! Come along, Blanche,
the carriage is wailing!"
Tho evening passed pleasantly
enough, and when toward its closo
Mr. and Mrs. Loriiner lounged upon
their balcony in the moonlight, it
seemed as if lliero could be nothing to
mar the delights of tlio best of all pos
sible words, Suddonly a terribly dis
cordunt note was st.uck.
"Listen I" whispered Blanche.
"JJh, what?" said Phil, whose whole
attention had been engrossed by his
compauhn, and who, unlike her, had
not the f o in i ii i lie knack of doing two
things at the same time.
Don't you hear somo one talking
in tho next room?"' whispered
"But they're quarreling; listen I"
"Not I. Why shuoldu't ihey quar
rel if they like? Let's go in I"
But at that moment, a woman's
voice, low and piteous, reached their
"Oh Frank! have you no pity?"
"There, didn't j on hear?" whispered
Blanche, in awestruck tones.
"Yes; and 1 don't mean to hear
auv more, ('nine in, Blanche."
"How atupid you are, Phil ! They
are in tlio next room, I tell you I" she
reiterated impatient; y.
"Whit of ii?"
Mrs. Loiimer gave a little petulant
There was no one with that gentle
man who came In here this afternoon,
and he was alone nt tablo d'hote ! Now,
do you understand ?"'
Phil gave a low whistle, but before
he could make any remark t lie wailing
voice reached them again.
"rrank, don t forco me; 1 can
not! 1 will not. It is too awful!"
Phil drew his w ife quickly into tho
room and closed tho window, noily.
"But. Phil, ain't you going to do
'Stuff and nonsense!" interrupted
Phil, gruffly; "it's no business of
ours! But your archangel does not
seem to be a very amiable person!"
"Hut don't you think''
'1 think it's time to turn in! 're
plied her husband, decisively; for
Fhilip was a true Britisher, with a
noted objection to. putting his lingers
into other people's pies. Every man
for himself, and Scotland Yard for us
all, was bis motto.
B anche, on the other h ind, was a
true diititrh'er of Eve, ami she de
termined to discover, if possible,
whoso voice it was that she had heard,
and what was the meaning of its
piteous appeal. If possible, but bow
was it to be done?
Chance ir ive her an opening, which
sho was quick to seize. Having gone
up to her room nflcr breakfast next
morning, she found the chambermaid
still busy with her dusting.
"Oil! you can go on," she said.
smiling, as she seated herself by the
window. Tho maid was clearly the
vcrv ncrsou to enlighten her. But
how to come to the point?
"1 am afraid I am dreadfully uu
lidv." Blanche betran, after a mo.
ment, with a conciliating little smile.
"Not at ail, m idam," roplied the
"Have you many rooms to do
continued Mrs. Loriiner, with kindly
"The whole of this floor, madam."
"Docs the lady in tli next room
give much trouble?"
"Thcro is no lady in No. "4
i. ailaiu ; only a gentleman who ai
rived yesterday. Anything 1 can get
for you, madam?"
"No, thank you."
Here was a mystcrv! No lady in
No. 21, and yet that vai undoubtedly
a woman s voice last niglii! It was
most extraordinary ; and Blanche com
municated the result of her iuvcstigu
tion with intenso trepidation. Phil,
however, declined to be interested in
tho aflui , or to diseius it in auy way,
so his wife was forced to keep her
conjectures to herself, and they were
of a nature anvlhing but flattering to
the male occupant of No. 21.
As the dav wore on, the keenness of
her interest in the hiiudsomo stranger
and his mysterious companion waned
somewhat before the more enthralling
problems connected with her own cos.
tunia for tho dance which was to be
given that evening. I'iiil had an anx
ions time pending the settlement of
these questions, but in due courso all
of them wero disposed of in tho most
successful nia'iner, as was sufficiently
proved by the crowd of 'partners who
flocked round Mrs. Loriiner as soon as
she made her appearance in the ball
room. Blanche, had, indeed, quite
forgotlon the mvstcrv of N . 24 in the
excitement of the ball, wh"u it was re
called to her by the sight of their
neighbor standing in the doorway
Her hoart bent fast as she noted
what woman ever fails to do it? that
his eye followed her round the room
with a glance of interest and admira
tion. Now,'" she thought to herself, "he
will ask mo to dance, and I shall be
able to put some searching questions
The hope, however, was doomed to
di'uppoiulini'iit. Tlio stranger con
tented himself with admiring Mrs.
Loriiner from a distance, and for onto
at least that little lady retired to her
room not altogether satisfied with hei-
It was again a brilliant, moonlit
summer's night, and Blanche threw
herself into a capacious chair by the
window, prior to disrobing. She was
commencing a somewhat petulant com
plaint upon the shortcomings of the
evening's entertainment, when sudden
ly she was pulled up short by a low,
blood-curdling wuil from the adjoining
Blanche started up, white and
"Phil, what Was that?"
Beforo he could reply, the moan of
pain become articulate, and once more
the woman s voice reached them
in low, distinct tones through the open
Frank, let me out! Have mercy
on me! Oh, let me out !"
A man's voice, ar;ain in gruff, unin
telligible reply, and then once again
the piteous, pleading Voice:
"I'll do an thing. Prank! I'll never
tell anybody you aro my husband.
Only let me go!"
Blanche's grasp on her husband's
hand lightened. Philip listened not
less intently than she did.
"Have pny, Frank, have pity ! Don't
you remember that yon used to say
you loved nie? Why are you so cruej
now? 1 never did you any harm. ()h
let mo out ! I can't bear it! You can
have all my money, every penny; only
don't mako me go back!"
A brutal, unqualified oatli was the
sole answer to this appeal; it was fol
lowed by a faint, smothered cry.
"No! no! never! 1 will not go
back into that horrible box I 1 hud
rather be killed outright !"
There was absolute silence for a
second, and Blauche and Philip 6tood
breathless; then came a muffled shriek
"No! nol oh, no, Frank! I did
not moan it I I'll do what you like I
don't kill me! Help! Help! '
With a cry of righteous rage Phil
dropped his wife's hand and dashed
across the balcony. Ho shook the
closed windows vigorously, regardless
of everything save tho fratitic desiie
to prevent a horrible crime.
A dead silence bail followed tho
woman's last cry, and whi n at last
Larimer forced the windows and
bounded into tho room, ho found it
in darkness, except for the streak of
weird moonlight lint followed him.
In the darkness he could just dis
cern the figure of u man standing by
a hugh, black (i link.
"What is the meaning of this?"
asked the man, advancing, but Phil
pushed him roughly aside.
"What have you done with that un
"A feebly moan struck on his ear.
'Whero aro you?" ho cried, "I will
"Oil, let mo out! let mo out!"camo
to him in feeble it teemed almost
"You brute!" cried Loriiner, besido
himself with excitement and indigna
tion. At this moment the room was in
vaded by a motley crowd in all stages
of dcshubilc, for, after Phil's depar
ture, Blanche had raised an alarm in
such incoherent fashion that half tho
hotel was swarming into No. 21, un
certain whether murder, lire or sudden
death was the cause of tho midnight
"It is his wife," explained Phil,
frantically. He's been trying to kill
her. She is hidden hero somewhere."
"Here! horcl Oh, I am dying!"
"The trunk !" cried somo one. With
one accord they bore down upon tho
huge black trunk; every one's fingers
were thrust forward to unbuckle the
straps, tho moaning growing fainter,
and fainter, till, as tho last fastening
gave way, itccaseu altogether.
"We arc too late," cried Phil, as ho
threw open the lid. "The poor thing
is" lie stopped, started back, und
looked around in be wildernicnt. The
rest of tho company crowded forward
and peered into the trunk.
"Why, it's empty!" they exclaimed
Gentlemen! gentlemen!" cried the
suave voice of the hotel proprietor
from tho door. "What docs this
"We don't know," cried every one,
uncertain whether to be gi catly amused
or intensely indignant.
'This gentleman," continued the
proprietor, indicating his guest of the
seraphic countenance, who stood
smiling silently, "this gentleman is
Mr. Dclavero Darcey, tho celebrated
ventriloquist, who will appear to.
morrow evening at the Winter (Jar-
dens. Ho has been amusing you with
a little private rehearsal?''
There was a most gratifying attend
ance at tho Winter (aidcns on tlfl
following night to witness Mr. Dela-
vero Darcey's entertainment, for, a
i ho poet tells- us
(ireat are the lives of advertisement.
But neither Phillip Loriiner mr his
wife was a ong the audience. They
had left Elen-on-S.-a by an early
train. London 1 ruth.
Willing lo Make Amends.
Angry Candidate In your paper
this morning, sir, you say I "seem to
havo learned a small amount of sense
the last live or six years. " I look
upon that as an intentional insult, sir,
and I won't stand it.
Editor All right, sir. We'll say
tomorrow morning lhat you don't seem
to have learned a small amount of
sense in ino last live or six years,
liood morning ! Chicago Tribune.
Jones I saw a fellow yesterday
with a cool thousand.
Brown Hew did you know it was
l ines It itiii't have been. 'Twas
in a di uft.
tllll.DKKN's COM AlJf.
A CA PFTAMsT.
Our baby has a secret,
It twinkles in bis eye,
Jlis little golden crown of curl,
lie's holding very high.
What can the mighty sc-r-t be?
You really emi dsi't guess
A pi nny in his pocket.
And a pocket in hi., dress'
WHITE AMM W.s.
An English noblem.iu has an inter
esting place which ho calls the White
Farm because only white animals arc
kept there. A white collie guards tho
entrance, and among the inmates are
ravens, owls, Persian tats, mice,
Asiatic goats, zebras, j ickdawi, Java
doves, turkeys, Aylesbury ducks,
cockatoos, lambs, pigeon-, pigs, deer,
mules, draught horses n'l white,
happy and healthy.
Although this white fa' in is only a
hobby with its owner, there arc coun
tries in which white animals are held
in great resp-ct. Kverybody has
heard of the white elephant of liiu
imih and Siam and the honors that arc
paid to it. An Albino bear is said to
be worshipped by the Ainu or hairy
folk of Japan, and while horses have
always played a prominent, part in
public processions and joyoti, pageants
of many countries. New Yotk Mail
Hlf. I'.h.W THAT I.AIOII:
One of the moil despised i
animals, says Harper's Young
is that unprepossessing beast
cheerful name, the laughing hyena.
One would think from his uauio that
ho would be a jollj. looking fellow,
with a good-natured disposition and a
whole-souled manner that would se
cure his election to the Board of Al
dermen in the forest ward in which
ho lived. On the contrary, ho is one
of the most repulsive of animals, and
his best friend (if ho had any friends)
could hardly say a good word for him.
There has lately c jine to tho menagerie
in Central Park, New York, however,
a little fellow of this species who has
been named by his keeper Tummy,"
and who seems to have some redeem
ing trails of character. A correspond
ent of tho St. Lous Pos-l)j!itch,
who lately interviewed Master Tum
my, say -:
"lie is now 6 months old, and a stout,
hearty young follow, who has como
through the dangers of the winter un
hurt. His twin-brother was eaten by
his mother at a very tender age.
Tummy is now an animal of mark in
the menagerie, as ho possesses the
most remarkable voire of any inmate
of tho carnivora house, notwithstand
ing tho fact the roaring lion is among
his neighbors. Everybody has heard
of tho laughing hyona, but how many
have hoard him laugh: l is safe to
say that few persons have had I he ex
perience until Tummy acquired this
pleasant accomplishment. His parents
and the other member of his race in
tho menagerie are not much given to
laughing, owing, pcrha;.,, to the sad
dening effects cf a life cf captivity.
But. Tummy hs never known what it
is to be free. The elder animal--, how
ever, are in tho liuhit is said, of
lug iimong themselves at night,
thev belicvo no human being is
to listen to them.
"Tho hyena's laugh is a combination
of a shout and a chuckle. It is louder
lhan the ordinal y human chuckle, and
not so boisterous as a laugh. You
will bo nio6t certain of hearing Tum
my laugh if you approach him it l. dinner-time.
When a piece of meat is
hehl in front of the bars, he will laugh
continuously until it is given in him
1'ndor these circumstances it is doubt
ful if his laugh means exactly the
same thing as an outlines' of human
mirth It may, liowover, be an ox
pr"s io i of pleasurable anticipation,
ft is such a loud and startling sound
'ha' tho,, who hear it for the first
t 'mi jump as if an explosion had oc
c i' red in their neighborhood.
"A few words should be said in
praiso of Tummy's character. He is
a peculiarly amiable hyena, anil prom
ises to grow up with fewer moral de
fects than his father or mother. He
not only laughs1 more than thny do,
j but shows a geuiiiiio desire to please
I his keeper. Ho hails his approach
j with various signs of j y, and rubs
I noes with him whenever he gels an
j opportunity. Tummy is now inoro
than half grown."
Mr. Pnllanc If yon don't refund
'he money I paid for these pholo-
I graphs I'll sue you. They make me
look simply hideous.
Photographci Y'es, sir, they do.
I But I adviso you to carry your com-
plaint to a higher tribunal than any
I on this earth. Chicago Tribune.
ODD FUNERAL KITES.
Peculiar Burial Customs Ot the
Showing Their Grief By EaH?R
the Corpse's Horses.
On the banks of tho lower Colorado,
among tho gravel mesa, and lr.esquitc
eovered valleys, live the Mojavo Indi
ans, having thoir commercial head
quarters at The Needles, Cal., famed
as the holiest place in tho United
States excepting Death Valley, and
their scat of learning, supported by
tho Government at Fort Mojave, A.
T. In Wooiorn Arizona, wheio snow
and ico air unknown, clothing is use
less excet for ornament, and the
hies quite tree bears all the fiuit need
ed lo sustain life, we liud the Mojavo
Indians to rescinblo in appearance and
habits tho natives of Central Afiica
except in the particulars of curly hair
and thick lips, having the same scorn
for the restraints of clothing, and the
same passionate fondness for brilliant
plumage and gaudy cosmetics. Pecu
liar are (he customs of these benighted
people, but there is none more unique
than the ceremony connected with
their disposal of their dead.
An Indian woman died recently, and
we attended the funeral, four of us
writes a correspondent of the San
Francisco Chronicle. The Mojavvs
practice cremation, and the cremating
commences a soon as the breath is out
of tho body, as witness tho fact that
he woman died nt noon ami wa on
the funeral pilo at fifteen minutes
pas!. Indeed, it is said that the
uionriicis aro sometimes startled at
seeing the dead como to life again
when tho tire begins to grow fervent.
Not many hicos us the white people
arc called, aro accorded tho privilege
of attending theso ceremonies, but as
we stand well with one of tho wise
men of tho tribe, wo woro invited to
bo present. As soon as wo could
swallow our dinners we started for
the place, and were guided ihere by
tho wailing of the friends of the de.
ported, consisting of every man,
woman and child present at the fes
tivities. Y'ou can see the reasonable
ness of my calling it by such a name
when you are told that the a Hair con
cludes by the killing and eating of all
tho hor-ics of tho departed, und every
one goes to his own hut feeling that
he has enjoyed himself greatly.
The Mojaves belicvo in demonstrat
ing their feelings through the agency
of the mouth and limbs, ami this
woman, being much beloved, tho
mourners were many and their grief
could be hoard a mile away. If ever
yon have heard a puck of coyotes
howling forth their misery in the mid
dle of the night, when they howl most
artistically, you have this noise to a
Arriving at the place we found a
hole dug in the ground about ten feet
in diameter and two feet deep,
heaped full of wood and surmounted
by the body of the deceased. This
was burning, and around it in pict
uresque attitudes were all 'lie friends
trying to outdo each 'her in exclama
tions of grief. The head doctor, for
the Mojaves have physicians, stood by
the side of the genius who stirred the
tiro, giving directions for the most
rapid destruction of tho body, which
be had, no doubt, with great skill as
sisted in In corning a corpse. Ho thus
carried his functions a step further
than the physicians in civilized life.
One olil fellow, who elmed to be
tho minister, was standing within the
circle harunguing the assembly, doubt
less on the many virtues of the
departed, and when he seemed to make
an unusually good point tlio mourners
manifested their appreciation by an
iii ren-o in the force of their groans.
Finally the relative, and fiiends ate
the iior.es that were the properly of
the deceased, and went home lii mly
believing that the dead woman's spirit
is roaming untroubled in "(ihost
Mountain," just across the river.
All Tightened Their Hells.
"During the Basiilu war of 1880,"
'aid Perry Ingram, "I was one of the
o00 that composed the Kimberly
Horse. We wcro in fort on Thlotes
Heights; the Basutus, about o0)
strong wero amusing themselves p it
tingalus from tho other side of the
Thlotes Uiver, and one day they took
it into their heads to send about 1200
warriors across the stream, over fords
above find below us, to do us up. As
it happened that morning it out 0of
n, wero detailed lo escort a couple of
six-pounders up the hill to the fori
from below, and en our return trip
the Basutus got between us and the
encampment. We threw out in open
flu while they rode down on us thp
were well mounted, were those Basu
tus and we had orders to hold tiro
until they were about i') wu ds a way.
Well, when they came wilhin the given
range we tired, but instead of scaring
them by killing tl a humlri d or so,
the beggars still came on. Dismount
ing from their horses they seized their
assegais the hill as black with them
and they rushed on us.
" 'It's all up now, buys,' thought I,
'V when those chaps uke it into their
i:e.ii lo charge they do it. While 1
va thrusting another carti idge into
my rifle 1 felt a bit queer a:oiit the
lluvut, and torirl.toe, 1 can't tell how,
it seemed inough my stomach was
empty. Now, I know what it is to be
scared, but 1 was not I i ightencd then.
There was no time (o get frightened.
It was jiut stand an. I tight till you
dropped dead full of spear liol"s. I
laid down my rifle f r a K'eond to
j loo-en my rtvoiver in its ca-e. and
then, from some involuntary instinct
that I cannot explain, 1 drew in my
belt a couple of inches around my
waist. As I did so I looked around at
tho fellows neiiiest me. Kvcry one
of them was cinching up ju-t the same
as on self.
"dust for a moment everything on
our side was silence and the Ba-utus
were not seventy yard, away. Then
we all commenced blu'ng nwny again
and veiling, as men do in Willie. The
fire frightened the blacks. They came
ithin fifty yards of u. then turned
tail and fled. We kept blazing awnv
as long nsthoy were in range an 1 tin n
suddenly cen-ed. The Mi a n wa gone,
the pel il of death over. Only a mo
ment before it h id seemed s though
our lit'le bimd was to be ul'ei'ly ;)"'d
It' the earth. It was a suffocating day,
soilaildown my gun to wipe ihe
sweat mid powder from my forehead.
Then 1 set about lo.vou'ug my belt.
As I did so I tinned to the l'i fellows
nearest me. Kvcry i n- of I hem was
doing tho Mine.'' S;.n Francisco
A Ituilronil lltiill far $.".
From South Texas came a man who
built li00 miles of rai !i oid with a s-j
bill and faith, and the I'M wti- a b i
rowed one. II-1 moved u; from Cor
pus Christi to Sm Antonio wilh all of
his possessions helped up on a two
wheeled cart. He got a charter to
build a railroad from San Antonio to
Aransas Pass. He graded a mile of
it, throwing a good deal more than
one shovel of dirt with his own bauds.
The receiver of another road loaned
this indefatigable builder enough old
rails for a mile of tiack. In a
distant part of the St ile was purchased
an engine which had been condemned
six years before and sent to the shops
to be wrecked for scrap iron. Two
old cars were picked up somewhere
olse at a bargain. And that old en
gine, drawing those old curs, steamed
into S.in Antonio. On engine and
ears in bold lettering was painted in
lamp-back, "S. anl A. IV With
one mile of old rail ttaek and with
tho equipment of the old engine and
the two old cars I'riah Lott started
the Aransas Pass system. ihere h is
been some tall financiering in the his
tory of railroad building in this coun
try, but there isn't anything which,
for dazzling pluck, quite approaches
the story of the building of thi 00""
miles of road in South Texas.
To tho one mile of track three were
added three miles by a dicker for
some second-hand rails which a street
car company had bought from a nar
iow gauge company. O i tlrs basis a
credit trade was in ado with a Pennsyl
vania robing mill for leu mile- of
rails. When they arrived lucre wasn't
enough money ia the treasury lo pay
the freight. But it wa, got somehow.
Ten miles of tinek gave the founda
tion for bonds which hoi I forty miles
more, and so the sy.tem grew into its
present proportions. This man v iio ,
built the Aransas l'as system rode .
from San Antonio lo Chicago, nt one j
critical period in his enterprise, with- !
out a cent in his pocket. Ho bad ,
transportation, but he hadn't anvlhing
to buy food, and he went through j
A True Hero. j
"Talk about your men who led
charges and distinguished ihenisel vi s ,
for bravcrv on the balilelields of the j
war, there goes a man down il;e street i
who tops lliein all for bravery. "
"Indeed! who and what is he?" j
"Ho is an umpire who is engaged
for the present bae bail sea, on."
New York Pi es.
i'ramp Piease, ilium, I haven't a
friend or relative in the world.
Housekeeper Well, I'm glad ihrro
i, no one to worry over yon in r.i-e.
you get hurt. Here, Tige ! r,.w
York Week 1 v.
In 1801 there were 12, Ml litsinei
When I Am TIrrfl.
, love not alone when days are bright.
And azure skies smile on the waitlnit
When hearts respond to the sweet world Pf
And love, us 'twere, the heritage of birth.
Not then aloue,
Hut lexeme still, my on n,
When I am tired.
When I am tired -bowel down with divers
That knock not at your ate and will not
W hen theiiray earth is saddened unawares,
And lids are drooping ond pulses low,
Uh, turn again.
And stay more fondly then
When I am tired.
Love me and do not seek for love's replv ;
l.ingir without the hand's detaining plea;
t.it me but led your toothing presence nigh
And know the rarest blessing Is for me
( f lender care,
Though day . be dark or fair.
M beu I am tired.
Chicago Inter " 'c an.
A man is as old as he feels, but not
always a big.
W h mi a p.n iigraphcr makes a j ko
about cork h j naturally expects it will
She Is ho a still life painter? Ho
No, quite the reverse. He paints
dagsoii says if most men's con
sciences sh mid talk out loud they
would be sued for slander.
Doctor My good woman, does
your -on always stutter? Mother
Not a ays, sir. Only when he at
tempt to (a k.
'The speaker who says he only wants
live minutes may b; a man of un
questionable tate, but his remorks
are preity sure lo bo ill-timed.
Applicant 1 think you will find
some stability about me, sir. Busi
ness man Wliit business havo you
been in? "Taking care of horses."
Though man lias but himself to blaruo
For nearly all bis ills,
lie hates like thunder, just the same,
To pav the doctor's bills.
M tml II w do you like tho now
way 1 do my h iir, Frank? Frank
I wauling (o say something particu
larly iiiee Why, yen look at least
thirty j rui yoenger.
"That bit of architecture," said tho
builder, "was incdlcled after one of
Kmope't most famous structures."
"Modeled!" repeated the crusty capi
talist "You mean muddled."
"You have had many severe trials,
1 dare say." said the teiidcr-hcnrtud
h.Mi-ewife. "Yes," sail Kust Rufus,
spearing another cold potato with his
fo;k, "but on account of my youth
1'veginerly got off purly light."
: a railway station, an old lady
said to a very pompous-looking gentle
man, who was talking about steam
communication: "Pray, sir, what is
steam?'' "S eam, ma'am, is ah ah!
steam if !" "I knew that chap
couldn't tell ye," said a rough-looking
fellow standing by; "lutt s earn is a
bucket of water in a tremendous per
spiration." Uiiing Ninety-Fhe Feel.
London's latest thrill is derived
from the feat of a man who dives
iIjivii ninety-live feet from the roof ol
the West mi nster Aquarium into a
nat'iow mid comparatively shallow
tank of water, set in the floor of the
building. The exploit calls for an
astounding combination of nerve and
Bkill, and is far more noteworthy than
any of the bridge-jumping acts which
have been so Iiicsoiuely frequent ol
The diver is Thomas Burns, who
has r.cuuiiid considerable notorio'v a,
a diver from budges and as an expert
swimmer, and not a 111 tit fame from
his having saved iu fewer Hum thirty
two lives timing his career. He is a
sturdily built man, some 20 years ol
age. He Ins frequently dived from
bridges over a hundred feet high Into
river,, but bis dive nt the Aquarium
is a very dillerent affair. He stands
on a tiny platform suspended among
the iron girders of Ihe roof, ninety
live feet above Ihe floor, and sect
below him, instead of a broad, deep
river, ;i mass of flaring, bewildering
lights, a sea of upturned faces, and it.
the wooden floor of the stage wliai
seems ironi that height to be a mere
slot, the tank which he must surely
land in. The tank is eighteen feel
long, eight feet wide, and seven feel
deep. The diver actually dives, takes
a header, and does not drop feet fore
most, after the manner of (he bridgo
jnmpcr,. The marvelous precision
required lo land in the tank is easily
appreciable, as is uIro the fate thai
would befall him shou'd be mias his
mark. fNew Yoik Sun.
From the Fourteenth to tho Eigh
tieth Century dressed dolls served ai
model, of fashion.