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"Betty and the Babr."
When sorrow, like a frenzy, swept
Tiro countless peaceful bnsows.
And love fell prone and hopeless wept
'ilid summer's drooping blossoms,
Hot rlrear'tbat guard the soldier kept
Of him nko spread this anguish :
Tbo' Justice hat not died, nor slept,
And vengeance did but languish,
Terohancc that frenry tnrned bis head,
And overpowered, it may be.
Ilia heart loved, the hand that fed
Poor "Betty and the Baby.'"
He Uienght it hard, who fought so ell
To save the land from ruin.
That he must daily guard his cell
Who had been Hope" undoing ;
tVhdee hated face behind tho bars
Bad dimmed tho sunshine's brightness,
And cast a gloom about tho stars,
And blanche 1 Love's check to whiteness I
Thiabitt-r thought then turned bu head
And ovei ponir. il, it may be,
Tho heart that loved, tho baud that fed
Toor Bcfry and tho Baby.
And could it be, he had forgot
Eia babe, Its mother Betty ?
A father's lovj ; ah I did it not
Incline his soul to pity ?
Yc, thiuking of hi otvn, lie felt.
For iVi iho a!ashia wounded ;
And while hia heart with love might melt,
Its fury was unbounded.
The?, armed to shoot, it turned hio head
And overpowered, it may be,
The l.oart that loved, the hand that fed
Pcor Boity and tho Eaby.
Be loved tho President becauso
Be, too, had been a soldier.
With loves like theso, what woio the laws ?
Then, musket to tho shoulder,
Fast sped tho ball that pioved so true
Where least he had intended
While Gui tcan grinned, 'mid mnch ado,
Hid own bright dreams were ended !
Tor l)i t, between him and the lars
lie fancied so it ma be
With thir whito faces toward the stars,
Blood Betty and the Baby.
O eorrow 1 ba'et not done enough
Witbrmt that drf ad eourt-ruar:ial,
For glory sale, ami ench poor stuff,
A bcirg so impartial ?
O Justice ! why so harsh and swift.
While G.iilnau still is grinning 1
Then Mirry'a 'Mo '. float up au4 lift
The babe that knew no shining,
Tha wife of cue far wore than dead ;
To savij him, K'O, it may be
The hart that loves, !ho hsnl tha fed
r-.H.r Pit'v and tho Baby.
"I just btn learning tbe leson of lifs,
Tho sad, sad lwson of hiving.
Aud all of lie powers for pleasure or psin
Been slowly cud sadly proving-"
Il-ro tbo sweet, girlish voice, falters,
anil Ji f-eio Gray sighs on bbe ticks up
ber sewing again. She is 6itting in the
banimock under tho apple treo, and a
very pretty pietur.3 oho makes. At least
Arthur Theme thick so, as ho walks
quietly up tbo path and over to where
(ho in sitting,
"I don't s?o why yon sigh, Miss
Jessie; there caunot, Finely be any ap
plication iu that song to yourself."
"How jour V-.UC9 startled me, Mr.
Thome ! I did not see ycu coming on
account of the iotcrvening trees."
As she) says this Jeesie looks tip at
Liia, vainly trying to suppress tho llush
that rises to her fice.
' 0 course tl-.cro isn't," she continues,
referring to his remark. "I was not
thinking of myself, and suppose I sighed
''I didn't think it could apply to such
a heartless little oaqaeite," says Arthur,
holding her little brown bund a trifle
longer than necessary,
Noticing thi?, Jesso draws it away and
Thome throws himself en the grass at
her feet. While they are talkiosr, wo
will ta&o a picture of them.
Arthur Thorne is unquestionably
handsome. A perfect blonde, tall, well
formed, and features as finely cut as
thoso of tho purest cameo. Ho is iho
only sen of a very wealthy New York
widow hdy, who is spending tho sum
rrcr at Newport. Arthur has been with
Lor until about three, weeks ago, when
l.o suddenly tired of the round of fash
ionablo gayety he was indulging in, and
bidding his mother a hasty "good-by,"
bo tifaited off and soon found himself
in a quiet littlo New Hampshire tillage.
Upon questioning different ones, he
was directed to Farmer Oray's pleasant
farmhouse, where he received a cordial
welcome and was soon located.
Of eourso the plain though comforta
ble room, with its great feather beds,
was something very novel to this fash
ionable young gentleman; still every
thing was so sweet and clean that he
rather liked it, and decided to stay as
long as he was contented. At first he
thought a few days would suffice; but
when he caught a glimpse of bis kind
host's pretty daughter, ho changed his
mind. .
Jesse Gray is indeed pretty enough
to attract any one, either young cr old.
She is just eighteen ; a pretty, alight,
girlish fig a re, short black hair curling
all over ber proul little head and low,
white forehead ; a small, straight nose,
and the sweetest little mouth in the
world. Bat bost cf all are the beauti
ful gray eyes, that one minute flash fire
as she says something unusually saucy,
and the next grow fad and tender as
the listens to some touching story that
awakens all the sympathy of her warm,
womanly nature.
"Come, don't be so industrious, Miss
titrBrie, dwb Aiiuur, as lie Hive fcu it&ae
the sewing from ber. "I want you to
come for a row, as it it too lovely an
afternoon to stay away from the water."
And he looks at her with a coaxing ez-
I rreseion that she poor little girl t
cannot resist.
Bo they start off across tho fields and
soon reach a very pretty lake nestling
in the midst of Farmer Gray's broad
acres. Unmooring a dainty little boat
just largo enough for two, they got in
and ore soon sent skimming over the
water by Arthur Thome's master
strokes. After a while ho Hope, and
resting on bis oars looks np to find
Jessie's beautiful eyes fixed on him with
an expression in them ho his never be
fore seen.
"Of what aro you thinking, little
girl? You are not half as jolly as
As he asks this p. strango feeling
comes over him, and he suddenly re
alizes why ho has been so contented
during tho lait two weeks. Yes, he
loves hor, not as he has thought he
loved a dozeu other girls, to tire of
them iu a week, bat with the strong,
overmastering love that comes but ouco
in a lifetime. He longs to hold her in
his arms and toll her of it, but thoughts
of his proud, haughty mother drivo back
the words ; so he only takes her little
haud in his as he waits for her answer.
"I was thinking," cars Jessie, in her
low, cweet voioe, "how much I shall
miss you when yon really go, and how
very ploasant the last two weeks have
This ii too much for him to with-
r.tand, and in another moment Arthur's
arms aro aroucd ber, and Jessie's curly
boa 1 is pillowed on bin breast.
"My darling little girl," and his voice
is inexpressibly tender as he speaks,
"do you realize bow dearly I love jou,
and can you feel any cf thut deep love
for me ?''
"Arthur, I fear yon already know
that I do," and Jcssio'a glorious eyes
look bravely and tenderly up at him.
They sit quietly talking (or a while,
till finally the sinking of the sun in the
West reminds Jessie that sho has house
hold duties to attend to; and eo Arthur
rows her back to the land, and they re
turn to tho bouse.
In the evening, after tho farmer and
his wife have retired, the lovers havo a
long talk, and Arlhnr explains to Jessie
that it is bost not to tell her parents of
their engagement till he has arranged
everything with his mother.
"Hho already selected a great belle
for mo to marry, darling, and it may bo
rather difli. -ult to convince her that I
shall bo far happier with my dear littlo i
Jossie." I
"Are you sure you will be, Arthur?"'
asks Jessie, looking at him nther wint
fully. "My dear littlo gul, when I am not
contcntod a moment away from you, I
am su-o I would never be happy with
Ksthcr Hamilton," answers Arthur, kiss
iDg the sweet lips so near his own.
Two more weeks pass, which they en
joy to the utmost, when ac the end of
that time a telegram arrivi s, telling Ar
thur of the dangerous illneig of his
mother, and asking him to return at
"I ean't bear to have you go, Arthur;
I feci ss if something would happen to
koep yoa from mo." And tears dim the
brightuef s of her eyes as Jessie says this,
"What a fanciful littlo girl it is T he
answers, as he kisses them away. "Don't
you know, my darling little girl, that
nothing could do that ?"'
Finally tho good byes are said, and
he is gone. Arriving in Newport he
goes directly to tho house at which his
mother is staying, to find her indeed
very ill. The dootorj say a trip to Eu
rope is ell that can save her, and so he
goes without Becing his little fiancee.
To be suro he write her a loving good
bye, still she is soroly disappointed.
At the time of Arthur Thome's first
coming to tne farmhouse, there were
several of the neighboring farmers' sons
who paid Jessie a great deal of attention.
Of coarse bbe reoelved them graciously
enough ; still the bad never cared par
ticularly for auy. There was one, an
exceedingly well-to-do yonng farmer,
who bad loved Jesbie all his life. He
owned a very fine farm, and Farmer
Uray and his ue wan lea Jessie to
marry him ; still wun be propDsed and
was refused, they thought too much of
their daughter's happiness to urge the
matter. He felt very bitter about it,
and Arthur Thome's coming only added
fuel to the flame, especially when he
saw how much the latter and Jessie
were together.
He always brings the mail from the
poat-c ffioe to Farmer Gray's, so when
letters come from Arthur Thorne it is a
very easy matter to keep them. At first
Jessie thinks Mrs. Thome's illness pre
vents Arthur's writing ; but as the
weeks wear on she begins to grow heart
tick. Ones or twiea tho farmer and his
wife say it is strange they never hoar
from Arthur, but finally they cease
thinking of him. Not so poor little
Jeefie ; eaoh week finds her longing
more and mora for sots word that will
I tell her she is remembered and loved.
I Bat time passes on ; fall, winter and
, spring come and g?, and it is once more
I beautiful June. Jessie is again sitting
; in the hammock, bat now there is no
song upon her lips, and there is a sad-
ness in her beautiful eyes that never
j used to be there. Finally the door of
I the farm-house opens.and kind,mo:hcrly
I Mrs. Gray comes out. There is an
anxious look on her face as eho sees hor
daughter. A few weeks beforo on being
questioned, Jessie told her mother about
her engagement to Arthur Thorne, and
of his strange sileneo during the months
of his absence. The kind mother said
i not'iiag to reproach her, us tho pitied
i her too much for that.
"Jessie dear," she says, as sho reaches
her, "why don't jou go for a row, or a
; walk or something? I hato to s e ym
i sitting quietly thinking all the time.
. Go, darling, find some amusement ; seo
; scmo of the young people, and forget
, about Arthur Thorne, for ho is not
I worth one of your pnro thoughts."
"Don't, mother dear t I cant bear to
j hear you speak bitterly pf Arthur. Be-
member I love him, and oanuot, will
I not believe anything against him."
Jessie's impetuosity brings the color
! to ber face, but as it recedes, leaving it
so whito, its delicaoy is very potcep
tible. 8he is vory fragile these days,
so different from the rosy cheeked
little beauty of last summer.
"I don't understand how you can bo
Jiev; in his love atter a year's silence,',
says Mrs. Giay, but regrets it instantly
as she notices the pained expression on
her daughter's face.
1 1 will not try to explain, but I have
perfect fa th in him if I wait for years
or forever."
6 tying this, Jessie leaves the ham
mock and walks toward the lake. Ar
riving there, and feeling tired after the
exertion of walking, she liesdox-n un
der tho trees, where she soon falls
asleop. An hour has passed away,
when tho perfect stillness is distnrbed
by a step, and Arthur Thorne comes in
view. He is sunburned, and the care
less look hitherto seen ou his handsome
face is gone. As he looks down at Jes
cie lying 60 pure and sweet before him,
a somothing shakes his strong young
frame. Whose treachery is It that has
made the changes in that bright, sweet
face? Ho has just come from tho house,
where everything has been explained on
both sides; how ho has written contin
ually without receiving a word in reply,
and that his mother's illness had kept
him at her aids until death released
him, after noarly a year clap3ing. Ho
had then hurried to Jessie, to havo
everything explaiuod.
As hol.oks at her, a great longing
to take heriu Lis arms almost over
masters him, when Jessie, moving in
her sleep, murmurs,
"I knew you would eome, Arthur, in
spite of yournover writing."
In an instaut sho is in his arms, and
awakening, looks once more on his bo
lovcd face .
"Arthur!" is all she says, and then
quietly faints away.
He carries her U the house, and she
is laid in her bed, from which sho does
not rise for six weeks. Brain fever con
fines her, and from her wild ravings
they learn of the fearful enffeiing sho
endured so patioatly. Finally oou
rctousness and strength return, aud sho
is carried down stairs for the first time
jata year from the day sho met Atthnr
Daring their conversation it dawns
upon Jessie that William Black must be
responsible fcr all her suffering; bat
sho is so happy now that she insists
that nothing shall be done to him.
"Everything is explained now, dear
Arthur, and his conscience must re
proach him more bitterly than ever we
could do;" and Jessie looks at bim
"Of course you will have your own
way, my darling, and if tho color will
only return to these dear littlo white
cheeks I will forgive him," answers Ar
thur, tenderly kissing the cheeks in
question until there is a good deal of
color in them.
In a few weeks Jessie's health is fully
recovered, and then there is a quiet
wedding in the little village church.
The sun never shone on a lovelier bride
than Jessie Gray makes as she stands
at the altar in her simple white dress
and veil, and gives himself in Arthur
Thome's keeping forever.
"We will have elegance afterward,"
Arthur says as he insists on ber simple
dress. "I want you to come to me as I
found you a sweet little wayside
flower.'' Wavrly M'gnine.
John Laird, one of tbe indicted Blue
Out train robbers, has made a confes
sion. He says that seven boys were
with the old gang, whioh was led by
Jesse James, as he supposed. The boys
raised a disturbance, whilo the old gang
plandorcit the train. The boys got none
j of the plunder, as an appointment was
mode to meet in a week and divide, but
j before that time they were in jul. He
believes the James gang got them to
divert the attention of the authorities
from their own operations.
A Crushed .Esthete.
A fow mmths ago, says Thi Lorlport
Union, the daughter of an East Lock
port man, who had grown comfortably
well off in the small grooery line, was
sent away to a "female college," and re
cently she arrived home for the holiday
vacation. The old man was in attend
ance at tho depot when the train arrived,
with the old horse and the delivery
wagon to convey hid daughter and her
trunk to the bouse. When the train
stopped, a bewitching array cf dry
gocds and a wide-brimmed bat dashed
from the car and flung itself into tho
elderly party's arms.
"Why, you euperlativo pa 1" sho ex
claimed, ' I'm to utterly glad to eco
Tho old man was somewhat unnerved
by the greeting, but he recognized the
sealskin cloak in his grip as the iden
tical piece of proporty he had paid for
with the bay mare, and he sort of f quat
it up iu his arms and planted a kiss
where it would do tho most good with
a report that eoundod abovo the noise
of tho depot. In a brief space of time
the truok and the attendant baggage
were loaded iato the wagon, which was
soon bumping over tho hubbies home.
'Pa; dear," said the young miss, sur
veying the ttam with a critical eye, "do
you consider this .qulto excessively
beyond ?"
"Hey ?' returned tho old man, vith
a pnzzled air, "quito excessively beyond
Ob, no, pa; you don't understand
mo," the daughter explained. I
mean this wagon and horse. Do you
think they are soulful ? Do yoa think
they of'uld be studied opart in the light
of a symphony, or even a simple poem,
and appear as intensely utter to one on
returning homo as one oould express ?''
Tbe old nun twisted uneasily in his
seat and mutterei something about he
believed it uted to bo used for an ex
press before he bought it to deliver
potk in, but tho conversation appeared
to be traveling in such a lonesome di
rection that he pitched the horse a re
sounding crack ou tho rotunda, aad
tho sevoro jolting over tho frozen
ground prevented further remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely and con
summato ma 1" screamed tbe returned
collegiate as thoy drew up at tho door,
and presently s'je was lost in the cm
btuoe of a motherly woman in spec
tacles. "Well, Maria," eaid tbo old man at
the supper table, as ho nipped a piece
of buttor off tbe lump with his own
knifo "an' how'd you like your school?"
"Well, there, pa, now you're shou
I -mean, I consider h far too bpyond,"
replied tbe daughter. "It is un
quenchably ineff.ibla. Tho irls are eo
sumptuously stunuicg 1 mean grand
so intense. And then tho parties, the
balls, the rides -oh, tho past weeks
havo beou ono sublime harmony."
"I 'spose so I 'fsp iso so," nervously
assented the old man; as he reached for
his third cup "half full" but how
about your books -revlin;' writin,'
grammar, rale o' three how about
thera ?'
'Ta, don't 1" exclaimed the daughter,
reproachfully ; "tho mlo of thre9 1
grammar! It is French, and music,
and painting, aud the divine in art that
have .made my school life the boss I
mean, that have rendered my school
life one unbroken flow of rythmic
bliss incomparably and exquisitely all
The grocery man and his wifo looked
helplessly at eaoh other across the table
After a lonesome pause the old lady
said :
'How do ycu like tbe biscuit, Maria?"
"They are too uttr for anything,"
gushed the accomplished yonng lady,
"and this plum preserves is simply a
poem in itself."
Tho old man rose abruptly from the
table and went out of tho room, rub
bing his head in a dazed and benumbed
manner, and tho mass convention was
dissolved. That night he and his wifo
sat a'ono by the stove until a late hour,
and at the breakfast table the next
morning be rapped smartly on tbe plate
with tiiehandioof his knife, and re
marked :
"Maria, me on' your mother have
been talkin' the thing over, and we've
oome to th) con elusion that this boat Jiu'
school business is too utterly all but too
muoh nonsense. Mo and her oonsider
that we haven't lived fcixty odd con
summate years for tbe purpose of raisin'
a curiosity, an' there's going to be a
fl op put to this unquenchable foolish
ness. Now, after you've finished eatin'
that poem of fried sausage an' that
symphony of twisted doughnut, you
take an' dust upstairs in less 'an two
seconds an' peel off that fancy gown an
put on a kalikor, an' then come down
here an' help your mother wash dishes.
I want it distinctly understood that
there ain't goin' to be no more rythmio
foolishness in this house, so long's your
superlative pa an' your lovely and con
summate ma's runnin' tbe ranch. You
hear me, Maria V
A number of outrages in Ireland are
A Story of Borrowers.
There lived near my father's family
in a quiet little village in Ohio, two
families who were chronio borrowers,
and the pests of the neighborhood. One
borrowed by day, the other by night.
The former would take anything, from
a pinch of soda to a bedquilt, but made
a specialty of flour. Tho other family
made no requests, but wood, coal, joints
of Btove pipo, and garden implements
disappeared in rapid succession. The
day borrower became a steady drain on
the flour barrel. My mother, being of
a sympathetic na'ure, could not refuf 0,
and would doubtless yet have been sup
plying tho tame family with flour if sho
had not had one bad girl among her
family of children, who was at homo
alone one day wbon tbe lal who always
came for the flour entered, and in hie
usual words caid, "Mam wants couple
spoonfuls flour to reuke batch bread."
This fame bad girl measured exactly
two spoonfuls of flour into bia immense
wooden b'jwl. The flour looked right
lonely, but it didn't feel as lonely as
that bad girl did when tho mother of
the lad came in an 1 threatened to skin
her. She changed her flour market,
bat the total depravity of that girl was
cleirly established.
Daring cne night two peach trees
were entiroly 6tiipped of beautiful ripe
fruit. Early next morning oar night
borrower called. My mother told of
our loss, and, of coarse, had not tho
faintest suspicion as to who had taken
them; and her neighbor expressed sym
pathy and disgust that anybody would
do snch a thing, when the same bad
girl had to have her say, and remarked
that it didn't mutter muob, as most of
tho peaches wnro plugged, and that
whoever swallowed them wouldn't havo
a chance to digsst them, for they were
filled with epicao all of which was
strictly false--and lint bad girl's
mother was horrifiol at such a false
hood. Two hoars later, as some ono
was passing through the alley la tho
rear of the borrowers house, he die
covered about a bushel of cooked
peaches. It was afterward learned that
tho family spent many hours in the
night peeling and canning peaches, and
as mony hours nearly getting thm out
of tho cans. 8), on-iDg to tlmt bad
girl, peaches, sugar and labor were an
entiro loss; but wo wero ever after rid
of our night hb well as day borrowers.
Bo ruich for baring one bad girl in the
An Exchange at the Altar.
Two couples presented themselves at
tho mayoralty , in a suburb of Paris to
carry put the civil portion of their mar
riage conlraot. Daring the ceremony
one of the bridegrooms saw, or fancied
he saw, his partner inahiug "sheep's
eyeb" at the other bridegroom. He
cried sharply
"Mademoiselle which of the two
brides are you ? You are mine, I believe;
tben confine your glances to me."
Tho bride was a young woman cf
spirit, and, resenting his tone, reto ted.
"Ah, monsieur, if you are jealous of
mo already, I am likely to lead a pleas
ant life with you, now am I not ?"
Tho jealous bridegroom mado an an
gry reply, and then the other bride
groom needs join in. Tnis led to a
goneral dispute, which the mayor en
deavored in vain to quell. Tho bride
grooms stormed, and tho brides, through
their hysterical sobs, accused each
other of perfidy. At length the mayor
adjourned the ceremony for half an hour
to admit of an amicable understanding,
both brides having refused, to proceed.
When, at the expiration of the half hour
the parties wero summoned to reappear
tho bridegroems had literally effected
an exchange of brides. Adheriug to
the new arrangement, the nuyor bound
them husbands and wives.
Jack and Jill.
Every Jack is said to havo his Jill;
bat he does not always find her; thue
bachelors who would make model hus
bands, and old maids who would make
excellent wives, let gray hairs, and even
tbe grave, overtake them in their single
life. Not that they havo failed in
courtship, as is invariably said of them.
Numerous are the chances they have
let slip through tneir fingers that
others were glad to catch even though
aware of the former choice of their
"accepted " But their ideas of tho
partners who could make their life as
happy as they desire, are too exacting;
they fail to detect all their own pecu
liarities and faults, and make too littlo
allowance for the weakness and imper
fection of human nature in thosa they
would cherish above all others. They
want to center their life's happiness on
the one of their choice; they feel that a
mistaken hope of connubial felicity
would be eternal rain, and in failing to
find the character answering to their
own exactness they fear to choose, and
thus are reduced to avoid the matrimo
nial b inds. This scrupulous exactness
in choosing a wifo or husband is a real
misfortune to the sensitive ones pos
sessed with it, as they are self-condemned
to a life of loneliness.
The Great Bonanza Farms.
Two gi at foots shown by ob ervatiou
of the Bonanzi Farms of the West are,
that those who have gone into wheat
growing upon a large scale, making use
of the most improved machinery aud
cheap labor, are making colossal for
tunes at seventy-five cents a bushel for
wheat, limited only by the numbers of
aores cultivated and the skill with which
tho work is done, and that wheat may
be grown at largo profit for less than
forty cents per bushel; but that, on the
other hand, the small farmers, depend
ing mainly on their own labor, with
limited capital and lees machinery, aro
not making a comfortable subsistence,
but aro running behindhand, and must
go under, and that a further reduction
in the market price for food products
must hasten their end.
Tho developments of the large farm
interest has tho direct fnd ininiedhte
effect of impoverishing tbe tactions iu
wbich the furms exist, and skinning the
lands without any compensating bene
fits. Not one dollar of the gross amount
or net profit received from the prcduots
of tho soil is returned and placed upon
the land from which it is taken, except
ia the construction of the forest build
ings necessary to shelttr nnd protect
the labors in the working seacon, and
for the care of the work stock and tie
tools. Oa tho whole five thousand
throe hundred cultivated acres of tho
Grandin farm there was not oue family
finding a permanent home by virtue of
title ia the soil where there should have
been one to every fifty acres of plow
laud, or ono hundred and six families.
Thin would give one hundred and six
houses in the place of the five there
present, and one hundred and six barns
in tho place of three, with other build
ings in like proportion; and a popula
tion cf at least five hundred, where
there is now ono fixed inhabitant, with
all tho accessories of boasehold com
forts and home improvements that do
not exist in the smallest degree.
Tho large development of the tenant
sy6tem of farming is an evil of the
greatest majnitu le. Tbe effects of the
system have been too apparent ia Eu
rope to require any discussion in these
piges. But with ns it hai foatiwn
worse than any ever known in Eiron?.
Tbo tonants iu England hold leases nnd
occupations that practically run for
life, and often are kept in families for
generations, which give encourogement
for great improvements, and the farms
are practically homesteads. But with
us the leases are uniformly for short
terms, with no encouragement for im
provements, and the farms are never
homos. In England tbe rent has rarely
reached, and never exoeeded, one quar
ter tho gross product; but in the United
States it is commonly one-half. Under
tho Euglish tenant system the laud is
thoroughly cultivated and improved;
with ns it is impovrrished.
A Siren.
A fascinating woman is not over-burdened
with the solid virtues. Sho is
created to please, and f alfills her mis
sion. Her certain spell is the witekory
of simplicity, and betrayal of doign
would destroy tho illusion she creates.
Bhe sometimes even seems a little care
loss to please, and this gentlo indiffer
ence, joined to her attractions, stimu
lates and excites curiosity. Her face
may not bo beautiful, but it is always
expressive. Her attitude and gostnres
have a little expressiveness, yet there
is ever about them pleasantness and re
pose. In dress she knows the value of
details, and the urt of cuoniugly bring
ing oat the loveliness of character of
her appt aranco. There is ever about
her something like a haze of delightful
ncgitive qualities; thus she elicUs the
positive qualities of those who approach
her; thoy put forth all their powers to
please, and credit their own agreeability
to her. Tbo fascinating woman is, as a
rule, heartless, but she has a thousand
pretty ways, feline and caressing. She
is very good tempered, and always in
tensely feminine; winsome in manner,
having an unBtadied grace, exquisite in
little things, and skilled in all the
trifles of conversation and conduct. She
is always absolutely natural, yet the
longer you linger by her side the
stronger grows the sense that you do not
understand her. She puzzles, enobants,
throws a glamour over you, and the
wilder grows the wish to comprehend
and win her, still tha ever eludes and
perplexes you. She may bo quiet at
times, but never dull. The calm is
sometimes broken by unexpected brue
queries, by bright raillery that does not
hurt; or the delightful reticence of her
demeanor may be suddenly exchanged
for a confidential mood, a gentle famili
arity. She is selfish, and from this self
ish soil ppring a host of tantalizing
ways. She always lets yon feel you are
near; but jou are never successful
enough to know yon bare at least grasp
ed her. The pursuit is endlesr; she
beckons, but you can never seize her.
The man, who at forty, is still de
pendent on his weekly wages, having
saved nothing, in heavily handicapped
for the home stretch of life,
Tine J-ove.
Thers is true love, ard yet you may
Have lingering douUs about it ;
I'll tell the truth ami simply say
That life is a blank without it.
There is a love both true aud strong,
A love that falters never ;
It lives on faith and suffers wrsug.
Hut lives aad loves forever.
Eu)h love is found but once on earth
The heart cannot repel it ;
From vrhuco it cmca, or why its btrth,
The t JURiio may never tell It.
This ovo h mine, lu spite of all,
This loo I fou lly uhorish j
Tbo ea-th may sink, the skies may fall,
This lovo x.iil never perUh.
It is a love tl.-t cannot die,
But, liko tha soul, immortal,
And with it e tavos the etarry sky
And ).iHa tlironjh the portal.
This ia the lovo that conies to stay--
All other loves are flaoiins ,
And whej they coma jut turn away-
It !? but Cupid chc-i iiig.
A couple recently divoroed in Loa
Angeles, Cal., repentod, made up, and
were ie-marrif d the next day.
A man in K'iox county, Maine, who
wanted to vote against a projected high
school, wrote ou his ballot ' Know."
The p'cturc?que littlo wife of the
Chinese Minister occupies her eigh
teenth year with studyinR English and
playing ou a curious lute.
Tko late Stoughton Fletoher, of
Iudianapolis left an estate worth about
-32,000,(103, whi;h was divided equally
among his four ehiklreu.
Trinco Leopold, having been voted an
annuity cf 81 J.OOD, is now looking up a
French flit, aud buying tbe necessary
cookiug ntensils.
The rak-sk'H of Walker Blaine to the
theatre of r in Siuth America is ex
plained. His object was to negotiate a
matrimonial allianoo with one of the
dark-eyed beauties of Santiago.
Recent eases are noted in the medioil
journals of tetanus, or "lockjaw," hav
ing occurred iu infauts on aooount of
being bathed in too hot water. A sin
gle nurse reports several cases of the
Ex-Senator Sargent began lifo as a
jsurneymau piiuter no has some re
sciiib'anco in the faoo to Mr. Blaino.
His wifo i3 an ardent leador in tho
woman suffrage cause, and his daughter
givef premise as a writer.
According to tho Bonbiy Gatelte, the
total numVr of cases of oho'.era daring
the past year was 80,906, of whioh
H.282 proved futal. The ,'atest returns
show that for tha present, at least, the
disease has wholly disappeared in that
part of tbe wirld.
To get rid cf a ba friond, ask him
for what you moat teed.
Ti)6re is a limit. First young lady :
"I could fit here forev-r." "And I till
Bachelor smokers admli that an am
ber mouthpiece isn't as tempting as a
cherry-red one, temptingly puckered.
The Capital Tin Company, of whioh
Governor Jewell is president, turns out
a million pins daily, What beoomes of
tho u?
Gracio'n Ars? expeiianco iu eating a
peach : ' I've eaten it, cloth and all,
mamma ; row what shall I do with the
Tho idea that fmit eaten at night is
de!et?ripus is proved by the bad effect
it had upon Adam from eating an apple
after Eve.
A landlady was complaining that she
couldn't make both ends meet. "Well,"
said a boarder, "why not make one
vegetables ?'"
The man who said that it is the lile
annoyances in life that troubles us, must
havo forgotten tho ladies' big hats at the
Murther ! Irish driver : "Share,
that's the Customhouse, sorr. But it's
only tho rare av it you'll be seeing this
side, son. Tho front's behind."
An advertisement reads : "Wanted
a young man to bo partly out door and
partly behind the oounter ;" and the
Cleveland Lt id" asks : "What shall be
the result when the door slams?"
"Dj you see that s'b'k, sir?" said a
very stupid acquaintanca to Sidney
Smith. "This stick has been all 'round
tbe world, sir 1" "Indoed, said the
remorseless Sidney. "Aad yet it is
nothing but a stick."
Friend of tbeiamily(totheboy twins.)
"I'm afraid yoa little fellows don't
always agree. You fight eaoh other
sometimes, don't you?" Twins "Yetb,
thir. thumtimth." Friend of tbe family
'Ah, I thought so. Well, who whips ?"
Twins "Mamma whips."
"Well, you're tho biggest goose I
ever see," raid an uncultivated but
honest Bostonian, to the partner of his
joys and sorrows. And she, wht bad
had the advantage of a publio school
education, smiled upon bim with a
seraphio smle, as she remarked, "Oh,
hubby, you are inoh a self-forgotfal
darling I"

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