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TME TWO VILLAGES.
over the river, on the hill,
Lieth a village white and still;
' All around It the forest trees
, Shiver and whisper in the breeze;
Over it sailing shadows go
Of soaring hawk and screaming crow,
, And mountain grasses, low and sweety
Grow in the middle of the street.
Over the river, under the hill.
Another village lieth still:
; Tfiere I see in the cloudy night
Twinkling stars of household light,
Fires that gleam from the smithy's door;
Mists that curl on the river shore;
And in the road no grasses grow.
For the wheels that hasten to and fro.
In that village on the hill,
Never is sound of smithy or mill;
The houses are thatched with grass and
flowers.
Never a clock to toll the hours:
The marble doors are always shut,
You cannot enter In door or hut;
All the villagers lie asleep;
Neither a grain to sow or reap;
Never in dreams to moan or sigh,
Silent and idle and low they lie.
In that village under the hill.
When tha night is starry and still,
Many a weary soul in prayer
Looks to the other village there,
And, weeping and sighing, longs to go
Up to that home from this below;
Longs to sleep in the forest wild,
"Whither have vanished wife and child.
Andheareth, praying, this answer fall:
"Patience ! that village shall hold ye all P
-Rose Terry Cooke.
THE WOMAN IN BLACK
BY FP.EDERIC P. POTTER.
RAVELING recent
ly from Chicago to
New York, I found
in the morning, upon
crawling out of my
beitb, that the train
was standing stock
still. The porter
told me that it had
X.
been standing thus for an hour
and a
half, while I had been sleeping
the
sleep of the just.
"Freight train done wopsed up on de
track ahead," said the porter." "I
reckon we don' get out o' here under
anudder hour or two."
I dressed and peeped out, and saw we
were alongside the platform of a country
station. I took a good breakfast in the
dining car, and chen went out to stroll
up and down the platform.
Presently I went to the locomotive
and stopped to admire it. Theie is noth
ing much better to look at, for that
matter, than the locomotive of one of
these through express trains on the great
trunk lines. How it throbs as it stands,
straining with pentup power, as if im
patient to leap away at fearful speed I
This one wa3 hissing fiercely, while
the measured thud of the air pump
sounded as if it might be the regular
breathing of a sleeping giant.
In the cab sat the engineer alone,
waiting, I stopped and gossiped with
him a moment about the engine. Then
I offered him a cigar, which he took
with thanks and asked me to come in.
I swung myself into his cab.
The engineer a bright, plea3ant -faced;
man abouVTorty "year3 old explained to
me the uses of the numerous valves and
levers about him. They were all as
bright and shining as polish could make
them, for an engineer is as proud of his
engine as any housewife i3 of the neat
ness of her dwelling. I glanced at the
two shining steam-gages with the clock
bet w sen them, and then I noticed what
seemed to be an ordinary white moth,
mounted in a gilt frame, hanging against
the wall of the cab.
"Is that for ornament?' I askedj
pm-nrm xae motn. -
The engineer smiled. "Well7 parTiy
for ornament," he said, but a good
deal more for sentiment. I put that
moth there because it saved my life, and
the lives of two hundred and fifty people
as well."
"How in the world could an insect
save human lives?" I asked.
"Well, I'll tell you, if you want to
near tue story. 1 reckonTuereV time
enough before we're able to get out of
this."
I settled myself in the absent fireman's
seat, and prepared to listen.
"It wasn't such a long time ago," said
the engineer; "only a year ago last
spring. I was running this very train,
and this very engine old 449. My fire
man was Jim Meade 3ame fellow I've
got now. You can see him over there,
leaning up against the telegraph office.
'Jim's a good boy, but he is very
superstitious; believes in ghosts, dreams
and warnings. I used to laugh at his
fancies, but Ij3oiimjike33jauch Junot
Fin
film as i did not since' we saw the Wo
man in Black.
"We were scheduled to leave M
about one o'clock in the morning, and
to arrive in S at about six. On tho
night when this thing took place a fear
ful storm of wind and rain had been
raging since early evening, and was at
tho height of its fury when I started for
the round-house.
"It was about midnight, and the wind
seemed to sweep clear around and
through the building. It was terribly
dismal. Jim was there, and the engine
was all ready, so after getting my work
ing clothes on, I ran the machine down
to the station. Our train, the Vestibule
Limited, was an hour late. I gave the.
engine a thorough oiling, and made sure
that ail was in order.
"As we sat in tho cab we could hear
the storm raging outside, while the rain,
driven by the gust of wind, beat fiercely
against the windows.
" It's zd'uiz to. be a bad run, Frank,'
Jim said. I wish we were in S safe
and sound.
"I laughod. 'What makes you so
terribly glum, Jim?' I asked.
" 'Ob,' said he, 'I just feel creepy
somehow. Seems like there's something
terrible going to happen. I can feel it
n my bone3.'
"I laughed again. You got a little
vet coming over, I guess, Jim,' said I.
And the sound of the wind isn't very
encouraging, that's a fact.'
"To tell the truth. I was a little ner
vous myself, notwithstanding my easy
way of treating Jim's notions.
"Presently onr train came in, long
wd heavy, consisting mainly of sleepers,
t used to make ue nervous to know thai
ihe lives of hundreds of my fellow -men
were in my keeping, but now I think
nothing of it. That night I was ner
vous. What if the frightful storm had
made a 3 witch man careless, or if a rail
had been loosenediby the settling of the
track somewhere! On these fast trains
a man must rely ontthe vigilance of the
employes; for iavorder to mke schedule
time, he must rum at such a speed that
often he cannot see a signal before he is
upon it.
"But I laugjhed'at myself for my fears
as I backed down and coupled on to the
train. I s?t the brakes and found every
thing in good order.
"By and by? tho little gong above my
head clanged-sharply, and with a puff
and his3 of escaping steam we were off
into the night and storm, rattling over
switches, past sigjaal lights and between
long lines of cars, till, with a roar and
rumble, we rushed over the Ions iron
bridge and away through the hills, wak
ing their slumbering echoes with our
shrill whistle.
"Then I pulled the throttle wide open,
and the clank and roar soon settled into
a hum, for old 449 was doing her'be3t,
and we were making fifty miles authour.
The darkness was intense save where
the headlight, an electrical device, cast
its funnel of light into the gloom. Jim
had a hot fire, and kept steam up to a
high pressure, so that we fairly flew on
past-sleeping hamlets and still farm
houses. "At our first watering station I made
sure that all was working smoothly
while Jim inspected the headlight. The
operator handed out the orders, which
showed that the road was clear as fax aa
our next stopping place. On we went.
"The darkness grew more intense, if
possible, while the wind shrieked by.
The rain became more blinding, till noth
ing could be distinguished in the gray
murk which enveloped us.
'Suddenly, through the mist and rain,
I saw, looming right before us, the gigan
tic figure of a woman wrapped in a long,
black mantle, which seemed to flutter in
the wind. She waved great spectral
arms about in swift, twisting movements.
As I sat, looking in horror, the figure
vanished with a final wave of her arms.
"I was too much astonished and stupe
fied even to make a move of my hand
toward the throttle. At that moment
Jim had been bendiagover the fire. As
he looked up he exclaimed.
" Hullo, Frank, what's up? You look
as if you had seen a ghost.'
"I did not answer. My mind was toe
full of that strange figure I had seen.
"We were now nearina: Rock Creek,
where there is a trestle over a deep stream.
I felt more nervous than ever.
"We dashed around the curve and
whizzed by Rock Creek Station, which
ia only a mile from the trestle. As we
passed I glanced at the steam gage for
an instant.
JActj from Jim caused me to jtux a I
quickly toward him. He sat rigid, his
eyes large and staring, his jaw dropped,
the very picture of terror.
4lHe pointed with a shaking finger out
into the darkness. I turned and looked,
and then I began to shake myself.
There, on the track, was the same
hideous figure of a woman, outlined on
the background of light from the en
gine, now motionless, now whirling in a
witch dance, but all the time motioning
us back.
" 'Frank,' gaspd Jim, but scarcely
above a whisper, don't go over that
trestle! Don't go, for heaven's sake!
Don't go till you're sure it's safe !'
"I suppose I was pretty badly scared.
At any rate, I put on the air-brake for
all I was worth. I couldn't have resisted
the impulse to stop the train.
"As we came to a stop I could hear
the roa? of the water in Rock Creek
right ahead. I stepped out of the cab,
aadjnet the conductor coming up.
14 'What's the matter? What's the mat
ter?' he asked, impatiently.
"I felt decidedly foolish. There was
no gigantic woman to be seen now.
Nothing could be made out more than a
few feet away in the blinding storm.
" 'Well,' said I, 'we've seen some
thing, I don't know what it is seemed
like it was a great black ghost that was
waving its arms and warning us not t
go forward.'
"The conductor looked at me curious
ly. 'Are you crazy, Frank?' he said.
should think you were. But we're so
near the trestle we'll take a look at it.'
"We took our lanterns and wen
ahead, leaving Jim with the engine. Hi
looked scared all over. But I tell yoi
we hadn't gone five rods before wi
stopped in horror.
'There at our feet lay a black chasm,
filled with the roar of the river, as
swollen with the spring rains it dashed
down toward the lake. The bridge was
washed away 1
"Only a few splinters of wood and
twisted iron clung to tho abutment,
while now, far out over the blackness,
that awful black figure of a woman
danced again on the thin air, relieved
against the shaft of light that the head
light threw.
"It was flinging its arms about a3
in wild glee.
'The conductor stared at the chasm
and then at me.
" 'Was that the thing you saw wher
you stopped the train?' he asked.
" Yes.'
Well, it's something more thai
luck that saved us to-night, Frank.'
"We went back slowly to the train,
feeling very queer, and thankful, too, I
can assure you. Several of the pas
sengers had come running forward by
this time. Among them was a young
fellow from Chicigo, about eihte-iti
years old, who was sovirtei taaa the
whole of us. as it turned out.
When this boy saw the Wo nan in
Black, he turned and looked at the
locomotive headlight. Then he ran up
wwardit. I looked at it as he did so.
saw a peculiar spot on the glass.
" There's your woman in black!' said
the Chicago bov.
"And there it was, sure enough that
lame moth miller that you see there in
:hat frame. He was clinging to the in
ride of the glass. As I tapped on th
lass, the creature flew back and lighted
?n the reflector.
"That's the whole story, sir. The
Jioth, by fluttering on the glas3 ju3t in
front of the electric illuminator, had pro
ved a great black shadow, like that of
i cloaked woman, on the darkness iu
tront of us; and when he flopped his
wings in his vain attempt to sail out
chrough the glass, he gave his mysteri
ous shadow the look of waving its arms
wildiy.
"Then when he flew back out of the
Jirect shine of the light, the figure dis
appeared, of course.
"We never knew just how he got in
there, but no doubt it happened when
Jim went to fix the light at the pump
ing station.
"Anyhow., he saved our lives by scar
ing us with thai Womsn in Black.
"So you see why I keep the moth in
the frame. It's to remind me of the
way we were saved that night. Yes, you
might call it accidental, but I call it
providential."
"All aboard," called the conductor of
the limited, comicg out of the telegraph
office with a paper in his hand.
Jim, the fireman, ran and jumped into
the cab as I stepped down to go back to
my car. Youth's Companion.
LADIES' COLUMN.
TIAKMONT THE MAIN POINT.
, It is no longer necessary that a httt or
bonnet should match a costume. That
both should harmonize is quite another
matter. Black is :i woman's stronghold
in the matter of headgear. With a
touch of color here and there, as the
case requires, the woman of ordinary in
genuity may produce any number of fine
effects, using a single capote of jet as a
foundation. Let her tiy it once with a
band of tiny pink roses nestling under
the brim, as if they were afraid of this
wicked world. Just on top let her
place a sweet Alsacian bow of black rib
bon. Smart isn't the world for this
chipper little hat. It is just too awfully
swagger for anything. New York
News.
A STYLISH TAILOR COSTUME.
In Paris, pale fawn color and mo3s, or
the paler pine geen, are used in combi-
nation. A very stylish tailor costume
worn by a young lady just returned from
this great centre of fashions is made of
soft fawn colored summer cloth, with a
bi aiding around the skirt hem of dark
green soutache braid. This braiding
goes all around the skirt, including the
back breadths, and it also appears on
the front of the very ample French guard
waistcoat. The three-quarter jacket is of
the fawn cloth, with facings, revers, and
deep cape collar of dark green cloth.
The garment is lited with green and
gold shot surah. A navy blue traveling
cotume made by Worth is stitched on the
hem of the skirt with very heavy threads
of dark blue rope silk, and the deep
princesse coat has revers and collar of
pale almond cloth tufted with dark blue
spots. The vest is of the same tufted
fabric. New York Post.
THOUGHT snE. AVAS A MAX.
What would be the surprise of the
Parisian Academy of Inventors who sit
in solemn conclave on the results of other
people's ' ingenuity to learn that the C.
M. Westover who some years ago in
vented a cart for carrying dirt out of
mines and tunnels, to the great saving of
animal labor, i3 a woman. Under the
impression that she was a man, they have
conferred upon her the title of Membre
d'Honneur, with a first class diploma
and a big gold me Jal.
All this Miss Cynthia Westover found
in a large official-looking envelope that
came to her addressed to C. M. West
over, Esq.
It is a question if, when the members
of the French board discover their mis
take, they will appreciate the humor of
their situation. They will probably only
wonder anew at the versatility of the
American woman.
! Miss Westover used to be the private
secretary of Mr. Beattie when he was in
the Street Cleaning Department. New
York World.
FASHION NOTES.
White cotton duck makes inexpensive
and exceedingly pretty costumes.
; The Russian blouse is worn by chil
dren of all ages, from tiny tots to well
grown girls.
The hair is waved down either side or
waved back from the forehead carelessly,
as is most becoming.
New importations of London sailci
hats for women are said to be the
"swcllest of the season."
Skirts are now trailing only four or
five inche3 on the ground, for which we
may be profoundly thankful.
pretty traveling cloak of gray beige
ha3 shoulder cape lined with scai let surah
and finished with a turn down collar of
mouse gray velvet.
Ancient Venetian lace in heavy antique
patterns io used for the yokes, plastrons
and half slecvc3 of light dresses.
Sunshades are extremely elegant. The
are mostly large with rich handles
finished with China or Saxony knobs.
The newest gauzes show colored streaks
upon a black ground. They are made
up over colored silk to natch the 3tripe.
A popular glove for the summer will
be the pale yellow wash chamois skin.
They have been found to wash as well a3
the white ones, which will L2 worn quite
as much as last year.
The ribbon sash is much more preva- '
lent and much more in the way than the
hat streamer, about which we bear so
much talk, and which i3 caricatured in
the most ridiculous fashion.
An exquisite fan of great delicacy is
of white eilk, upon which: are point lace '
butterflies with the wlastoutlined with j
pearls. In one corner of the mother-o'-pearl
sticks were the owner's initials ia
silver. s-
Rosettes of plated ribbon in two colors,
loops of silk or velvet ribbon in drooping
rows, one above the other, braids of
silks formed of lined silk folds braided
in and out like straada o! hair, and puffs
of silk between bands of velvet, all are
used to finish the bottom of skirts.
The long-handled parasol is defunct,
the short club style being most popular.
Not only the handle, bit the stick to the
length of a foot, ir of Dresden or
Sevres china in dedicate ailantAs of
flowers, the knobs she ring i,ue pc trdered
head of some favorite of the French or
English court.
Cheap Roa js ef Crushsd Stone.
It would be quite easy to have good
roads, thinks D. A. Barker, if all would
do their part of the necessary work.
For three-fourth3 of the highways, or
for all except the main roads, the only
thing needed at first is to lay down a
cubic yard of finely crushed stone with
out grading or any other labor. After
a road district has a roadbed like that,
the whole length, then the grading can
be attended to. It is an easy matter to
go uphill if the road be hard and smooth.
The town of Bergen, in Qenessee
County, N. Y., own3 a large-size stone
crusher, and the Road Commissioner
says the whole cost to the town, where
the stone is donated, and the crushed
stone drawn by the road districts, is
.only about eighty c:mts jer lineal rod.
The stone should ha crushed fine, then
it will cement together, and where the
road is narrow lay the stone on one side
of the centre, so as to have a dirt track
when the roads are dry. The best, way
ia three tracks; stone in the middle.
New York Tribune.
A Curious Alsatian Bread
They make a curious bread or cherry
"kuchen" in Alsace. They soak a half
pound loaf of ordinary white bread for
1 half an hour iu three cup3 of boiling
milk, then stir into this the yolks of six
eggs, half a cup of butter, and half a cup
of granulated sugar. To this, three
pounds of ripe cherries are added, and
finally the whites of six eggs. It is then
sprinkled with sugar and allowed to
cool, though it may be eaten hot. This
is one of those fruit breads in which tho
German cook certainly excels. The
peach cakes aud apple cakes, which are
made of light bread dough sprinkled
with sliced fruit, are simple and delicious
and thoroughly wholesome. The Yankee
kitchen has no inexpensive cake that
compares with them in deliciousncss or
in whole3omcucr:. New York Tribune.
A Pleasant Prospect Ahead.
Up to the present time explosive bul
lets have been distinctly set down as
being beyond the pale of recognition by
civilized belligerents. The very notion
of firing a shot into the body of an an
tagonist that would burst and tear him
all to pieces was regarded as horrible
and barbarous to the point of savagery.
But now such sentimental views are put
aside altogether, and in the next war
between great and Christian powers ex
plosive bullets are to be a common form
of projectile, not fired singly, but dis
charged into the ranks of the foe in
streams. At the same time bombs filled
with diabolical combinations of chem
icals many times as powerful as gun
powder will rend whole regiments limb
from limb, while those who may happen
to escape the flying fragments will be
smothered to death by poisonous lumes.
-Boston Transcript.
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