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Epitaph on The Honest Mao.
His was the common round of daily toil;
great, heroic deed was bis to do,
But from the dawn until the day was
He trained the vine or tilled the fruitful soil.
'o public place or share of party spoil
Could tempt his honor or his soul subdue;
But in the strife a goodly man and true
Who feared his God and loved his life " toil.
Though by the narrow limits man hath
To measure man, he is not counted great;
Though human justice le for aye delayed,
Ami deep oblivion be his eavthly fate,
Uod over all is just; his worth is weighed,
Whore gold is gold and none may under"
rate. . j
-George E. Day.
Tho Old Spinning Wheel.
All the night before, Rex Parsons had
been planning this thing. Ho had lain
awake, deciding upon the very words
3ic should use, the phrases th it were
most applicable to the case.
And when at last he stood therein
the grassy front yard of the picturesque
old farmhouse, with the white-clover
pinks blossoming in clusters at his feet,
and Naaub leaning on his arm, it
seemed as if the cr.p of his satisfaction
had reached its fill.
'You like it, eh, Nan?" said h
glancing nround in an apparently in
different fafhion at the low, shingled
roof, from which the morning-glory
vines tossed their purple cup?, the stone
door-steps, the old black-walnut tree in
the door-yard.
'Like it, Rex?" echoed the bride, en
thusiastically. "It's a perfect picture!
Who lives here? Can we go in, do you
suppose? Could we get a drink of water
from that little, gurgling stream, whose
waters arc as clear as crystal?''
"Of course we cm go ia," said Rex,
with a short, odd laugh. "As for living
here, there is no one living here at
present. The Thaxtcrs have just moved
out, and the house is sold to one Rex
Nannie gave a great start.
'Oli, Rex!' cried she. "Do you
really mean it? Is is it our house?"
Ilex flung his hat into tha air.
"I really mean it," said he. "It's
our house; I've bought it. "Welcome,
dear little Nan, to our new home!"
And Ilex kissed Naa, and Nan hugged
Ilex, aad they went all over the house
together, like two exultant school
children. " Such delightful old-fashioned win
dows," cried Nun, "with the teentiest
window-panes one ever saw! Such loves,
of little closets! Such a grand chimney
for open fires! -and, oh, such a garret,
'With a regular old-time spinning
wheel in it !"' shouted Rex. "Only look
there, Nannie! "Why, De'.avarde would
give twenty-five dollars for a spinning
wheel like that. It looks a? if it might
be a hundred years old . I say, puss,
when can you be ready to move in? '
"Tomorrow, if you say so," said Nan
nie, clapping her hand. "We haven't
such a deal of furniture, you know, Rex;
and it will be such fun, camping down
in this delightful, old-titnoy place, like
r .ouplc of gipsies. And Mrs. Djrokias,
tho landlady, was shockingly tross, yes
terday, if you remember, because the
parrot would persist in squalling when
she wanted to take her nap. It will be
such a luxury to have a home of one's
'You're sure you won't be lonesome
here, Nan?" questioned Parsons, "You
know I shall have to go down in the
train that leaves Waybo rough at eight
o'clock, anl I shan't bs able to return
until six in the evening."
"But how lovely it will ba on Sundays
and holidays." said Nannie. "Aud then
the long summer evenings, when we can
tie up the roses and gather honeysuckles
and watch the sunsets from the front
porch, and feel that all the green,
lovely things around us are our own.
And I'll tell you what, Rex why
shouldn't I invite Sophy Wilkins to
stay with me here until I get settled?
She has got so much taste about muslin
draperies and chintz lambrequins, and
all that sort of thing, and she'll be ever
so much cornpauy for me while you ar;j
away !"
"It's a capital plan!" said Rex.
And so that thing was settled.
Fortunately, perhaps; for Mr. and
Mrs. Parsons had scarcely come to in
habit their new house or, rather, the
old house which had newly become their
own for twenty-four hours, when the
conductor of the evening train sent a
boy up to "Tho Gloaming," as Nannie
had rcchristened the spot from its orij
i ial name of "Grubb's Corners," with
a note to Mrs. Parsons from her hus
band. "My Dakuxo Nannie," it ran : "Our
senior partner sails for Europe to-morrow,
at noon. Wo are going over all
the books to-night, .?nd I can't possibly
catch the last train. Shall stay at a
hotel. Such a lucky thing, isn't it, that
Miss Wilkins is there to keep you com
pany Ever your devoted Rex."
"You aren't afraid, Nannie, are you?"
said Sophy, a trifle doubtfully.
"Good gracious, no!"' said Mrs. Par--n
"Poor, dear Hex what a sham-
is to make him work so hard 1 I do
hope. ht' li be head of the firm one of
these days, and then perhaps he'll have
a little rest"
Sophy and . Nannie locked up the
house that night with great form and
ceremony, and retired early, ia conse
quence of the fatigue attendant on the
sewing of carpets for the room which
had been old Mrs. Thaxter' s "best par
lor," but which Nannie called her bou
doir. At midnight so far ns they could
judge from tha sepulchral striking of a
rheumatic old clock on the kitchen-shelf,
a sudden wi- i arose, and Sophy gently
touched her friend's arm.
"Nannie," sai I shd, "are you awake?"
"Yes. Why?" '
Do you hear the wind banging the
doors up stairs?"
"Hear it? I should think 1 did.
Sophy, wc must go up stairs and shut
the garret window, or the whole house
will be blown to pieces!"
And so, clad in blue flannel wrappers
and crochet slipper, they crept up
stair?, clinging ncrvoudy to each other,
especially after a particularly energetic
blast had blown out the feeble flame
of their candle.
"There's a moon, you know," said
Nannie, in a slightly tremulous vo ce.
"Oh, yes!" said Sophy. "It isn't at
all worth while to go back after another
But the light that gleamed athwart
the dreary, gaunt floor, from the Un
curtained window-panes, revealed a
sight that made their fljsh quake. A
tall, spectral figure stood beside the
shadowy outline of the spinning
wheel. For an iastaut the Vivid
moonbeams, emerging from behind the
masses of black wi id clouds, threw
the apparition into strong relief, and
then all was darkness as a new rack
of clouds swept over the pallid moon.
Like flying birds the two womon hur
ried down stairs, pale with terror,
never pausing until they reached the
kitchen, where some remains of the
evening fire yet smouldered dimly.
"Sophy!" cried Mrs. Parsons, in an
agouy ol tciror, "what was that?"
"It's a ghost !" sobbed Sophy. "A
ghost I Yes, I'm sure of it. I didn't tell
you before, Nannie, because I didn't
want to make you nervous; but I'm sure
the place is haunted ! Such a rattling of
chains "
"It isn't chains," faltered Nannie,
"it's only the window fastenings that
have come loose, and rattle against the
side of the house. Rex say3 so."
"And such dread fulraoauings through
the hall."
"It's the draught from the garret
"Hut how do yon account for that?"
cried Sophy, pointing upward with a
trembling finger.
And Nannie could only reply by hys
terical tears and sobs.
"No wonder Rex bought tho house so
cheap! ' said she. "I won't stay in it
another night, not if I go out under the
apple trees to sleep!"
And she and Miss Wilkins sat up all
night, trembling at every gu-it of wind,
growing pale at the sou id of little mice
scuffling behind the wainscoting.
"I'll never, Mcver spend such a night
again !" said Mrs. Parsons, wringing her
When Rex came home he laughed
them to scorn.
"Sucn gooses" sai 1 he j'fringly.
"But we saw it ourse'.vjs, Ilex ! ' cried
"With our own eyes!" added Sophy.
"Depnl on it, Mr. Parsons, there's
some dreid.'ul secret connected Avith
that old spi:ining-whe.l ! I) get it out
of the house as fast as you can!"
"What nonsense!" said Rex.
But novertheless he ran upstairs to
take, as he expressed it, "another look
at the thin;."
Presently he came down again, rath
er flushed, and inclined to be angry.
"Why couldn't you have told me?"
said he.
"Told you what?" questioned Nan
nie. "That you brought that spinning
wheel down."
"Wc never touched it!" shrieked
Sophy and Nannie, in chorus.
"Then, where is it?'
"Why, up in the garret, by the big
centre beam, isn't it?"
Rex stamped his foot ii vexation.
"There's nothing in the garret but
your grandmother's old set of china, that
the expressman broke so badly, three
bags of hops, hanging from nails, and
an empty trunk," said he.
Sophy looked at Nannie. Nannie
brokp into a violent fit of shuddering.
"There's witchcraft in it," said she.
"I knew there was. O'.i, Rex, take me
away from this horrible place! I can't
breathe easily under this roof!"
Stuff !' cried Rex.
Nannie began to cry.
"You you said you loved me!" she
wailed. r.-
"So I do!" reasoned Rex. "But you
know, my darling, jallthH-is so utterly
Nevertheless, "Nannie persisted in her
unreasonableness to that degree that
Rex, with his hands thrust irately into
his pockets, and his hat balanced bellig
erently on the back of his head, went
down to se Farmer Thaxter, who, after
parting with the homestead of his fore
father had stolidly set up in the general
grocery, shoe, crockery and dry-goods
line, about three miles down the road.
"Look here, Thaxter," said he, "this
is a mean trick that you've served me."
"Squire," said Thaxter, dusting his
hands, after measuring out three pounds
of black tea for a customer, "I'm hanged
if I know what you're talkia' about I"
And then, as succinctly as possible,
Rex told the story of the ghost and the
spinning wheel.
Farmer Thaxter smote the pine
counter with the fiat of his hand.
"Wal, there!" said he. "Didn't I tell
you so? But you knoW, squircj what
Women folks is. YoU can't make 'cm
bclicVe nothin', when once their mind
is made tip; and Aunt Achsah would
have her own way, spite of all I said to
her. Ye see, squire, the old spinnin'
whecl b'long-to her, and it was some
how overlooked when tha other things
was took away. And Aunt Achsah,
she's that childish and old she didn't
give us a minnit o' p?ac3 abaout that
there spiuniu'-wheel.
"S iys I, 'It ain't wuth nothin' to Us,
nor to anybody else.'
"Says she, 'There ain't nothin'
abaout the place as I set storj by like t
do that wheal. I'm goln' to hev it.'
"But we didn't pay no attention to
what she said, bein she was dretful old
and queer. Last niht, mother woke
me up, and says she :
"'Job, there's a dretful chatteriu'
down stairs. I'm mortal sai tin,' says
she, 'it's burglars. Got up and see,
Job,' says she;
"But it warn't burglars, squire. It
was Aunt Achsah, a-trundlin' in that
cvcrlastiu' spinnin'-whejl o' hern, as
she'd been across lots to fetch. And she
told mother afterwards how she'd hoist
ed it outer the window with an old
clothes-line, and what a scare she'd had,
with two wimmen comin' with a candle
to see what all the noise was, an' how
she'd hid ahind the chimney till they'd
cleared out, and then crept daown the
buck stairs and got out by way of the
harness-room door, where the bolt rust
ed away ten years ago. And I'm sorry,
squire, you've had such an annoyance,
but now that Aunt Achsah's got her
spinnin'-Whcel, I'll gitirantee it shan't
happen ag'in. And oii may tell your
Women-folks so.''
Thus ended Nannie Parsons super
stitious terrors.
"But I should have liked the old
spinning-whiel," sail she, "for a
"It seems that Aunt Achsah Thaxter
Was of the same opinion, " observed
Rex, with a shrug of the shoulders.
Tangier Customs.
Slaves of every description crowd and
quarrel as they II 1 1 their quaint earthen
jars at one of the broken down foun
tains from which the whole town is sup
plied, or go about the streets carrying
goatskius, from which they offer water
to thirsty passers at so much a drink.
As their shrill voices proclaim the
freshness and coolness of their stock,
one reali.os that he has before him an
oriental custom which gives new mean
ing to Isaiah, liii, I, where the prophet
calls out, ns though hawking the "water
of life:" "Jlo, every one that thirsteth,
come ye to the waters, come buy, with
out money and without price." These
slaves form a considerable part of
the population of Taroicr. They are
mostly of the deep 1 1 irk (Guinea negro
type, brought from across tha Desert
of Sahara, though sometimes unfortu
nates of other races are kidnapped and
sold into slavery. Public auctions are
frequently held ia the main street of the
bazaars, at which children can be pur
chased for from twelve to twenty dol
lars, while full-grown men and women
are sold at prices ranging from fifty to
one hundred dollars. Masters have ab
solute power over their slaves, even that
of life and death, and in case of sale
transfer them by means of a deed, just as
we transfer a farm. Under the circum
stances, it is difficult to say whether
they are real estate or personal property.
The Color of the Eyes.
M. de Candollc, a French investiga
tor, has come to the conclusion from his
researches that women have a larger
proportion of brown eyes than men. He
also finds that when both parents have
eyes of the like color, the chances are
88 to 12 that their children who arrive
at the age of ten years (when the color
of the eyes is fixed), will have eyes of
the same color. When the parents have
eyes of different colors, the chances are
55 to 45 in favor of brown as against
blue or gray eyes in the children. Ha
is also of opinion that the health of the
brunette typo, is, as a rule, superior to
that of the blonde type. Cassell's.
A Smart Child.
A five-year-old was put to bed the
other night a little earlier than she her
self thought desirable. Soon after she
called' for some bread and m lk, and got
it. After eating a few spoonfuls she
looked up to her father with a most un
concerned air and remarked:
"Papa, I believe I've heard you say it
wasn't a good plan tc retire Immediately
after eating. I guess I'll get up."
Ay v.
Burr pet y-Bnmp!
Bumpety-bump! tbumpety-thump!
Down the stairs he comes at a jump.
The dishes clatter; the chickens scatter.
Wondering what can be the matter.
Bumpety-bump! thumpety-thump!
Down the stairs he comes in a lump.
Ob, what a shaking! oh, what a quaking!
Ob, what a lot of bones are aching t
Bumpety-bump is a noisy wight,
Bumping and thumping from morn tit
Bumpety-bump! and rickety-rumble!
Ob, it's no wonder he had such a tumble I
Josephene Pollard in Young Peopled
A Sweet Tooth;
A tiger hunter in India describes i
little feast which he and his companion!
held .t one of their trips. Ojc feature
of it, at least, will be appreciated by th
youngest schoolboy.
Sheep were presented to our follow
ers, and tho elephants were treated tc
great blocks of "goor," which is brown
sugar in one of its earliest stages. As
my own elephant raised her trunk, and
opened her queer-looking mouth In ex
pectation of the usual donation of a few
pieces of the size of one's fist, 1 care
fully adjusted between her back teeth a
lump larger that a ulan's head
1 shall never forget the expression ol
her little eyes as she nC-ived this dc
licious morsel; She kept her head
raised aloft, to prevent the juice froir
tunning Out, and th n directed her cjres
down to me, beaming with elephantine
She could not swallow the prize; it
was too big. Nor could she divide it;
it was too sticky. All she could do wa
to hold it tight, aad roll her eyes, till it
melted. These were doubtless the hap
piest moments of her life.
School 8 ia South America.
An American iady, Mrs. Bernard
Whitman, has been describing, in
"Lcnd-a-hand," the schools of Bogota,
the capital of our namesake, the Ignited
States of CV..:; i . The city has now
nearly one hundred thousand inhabi
tants, and, bein over eight thousand
feet .above the level of the sea, it enjoys
a climate similar to what the climate of
New England would be if the year con
sisted of Vrr:!.- plembar. Tho boys
of Bogota go to school at six in the
morning, after a breakfast of a roll and
a cup of coffee.
First, they assemble iu the school
chapel, or in the ncarjst pariah church,
for the early mass service. The re
ligious ceremony lasts about half an
hour. Then they march into the school
room, This first session continues Until
ten o'clock, when there is an inter
mission of an hour for the second break
fast, which consists of soup, generally
bad, fried mc; t, boilod potatoes, fried
plantains, friad eggs, aad rich, thick
chocolate -not a suitable meal for a stu
dent. At boarding-school there is no con
versation at breakfast, but instead one of
the teachers reads aloud from the
"Lives of the Saints'
At eleven the bell rings again, and
school continues until dinner-time,
which is three o'cloc'c. The boys now
enjoy an interval of two hours, during
which they have their diaier, a meal
that diffeis from breakfast only in being
a little more profuse, and in ending with
cakes, j dly and preserves.
At five o'clock tho merciless be!1
ngai i summons the boy3 to the school
room, where they remain until seven,
and then go home for good, making tea
hours of fchod in alL Such a length
ened period of confinement would soon
kill the boys, if there were not mitiga
ting circumstances. Much of what they
call study is merely the mindless repeti
tion of words in a loud voice, as they
walk up and down in the room, or in a
corridor outside.
The boy is regarded as the best student
who studies loudest, and therefore those
who have an ambition to stand well in
the estimation of their teachers and their
friends walk up and down, shouting
their lessons at the top of their voices.
The postoffice of B gota is ia a build
ing which was formerly an extensive
church, with a large monastery con
nected with it, and this still re
tains its broad corridors and walks.
Here may be seen and heard numbers of
boys from an adjacent school, striding
up and down, roaring their lessons, to
the serious disturbance of the public.
The teachers have another resource
against the tedious length of the school
day. As they sit in their seats of au
thority, they hear the lessons and smoke
at the same time.
Even the boy3 occasionally indulge in
smoking during school hours, though,
as a rule, it is not permitted. Lady
teachers smoke continually out of school.
"They arc rarely seen without a cigar
their mouths," says Mrs. Whitman.
Our schools have their defects, but,
upon the whole, wc are not disposed to
change school systems with the United
States of Colombia.
Something of a Boom.
"Hello, Brown, have you any new
factories goiug up at Hellebore this
"Yes, our powder factory went up
last week." Burlington Free Press.
FEBRUARY 2, 1888.
A Young Woman in a Big Store
Who Makes No Mistakes.
Her Chief Occupation is to Look
Out for Shoplifters.
The New York Sun has an interesting
account of a young lady employed in
one of the largest retail stores in tho
city. This young woman is a born de
tectiVe. There haY not been a case Of
shop'.ifting in the store in question for
ten months in which she has not been
either complainant or witness upon
trial Of the very many thefts discov
ered but not prosecuted, few have es
caped her. She is not employed as a
detective; but her bright eyes have
been used so often in the interests of
her employers in this line, simply be
cause she saw the opportunity, that she
has drifted naturally from the work of
a saleswoman to work of this peculiar
nature. She still retains her place be
hind a certain counter, but at her own
discretion leaves her work to follow a
suspected thief at to patrol the store in
Crowded hoUrs. She is likely to be
called at times to any part of the store
to catch up a thread of suspicion. On
these occasions she drops tho handling
of her goods; turns oVer her customer
to another, rtnd promptly dons
her hat aid Cloak to hovet
about the doubted person, make pur
chases at her side, and follow her from
counter to counter.
A neatly dressed, attractive girl, with
a knowing bonnet and an innocent
smile, examining the quality of cambric
or buying a spool of cotton, is not an
object of suspicion oa the part of the
shoplifter. This is the secret of the girl
detective's success. The name of this
young woman is Barbara Fleischhauer.
She has been eight years in her present
employment. She is a Jewess, of medi
um height and good figure. She ap
parcntly weighs 125 pounds, but in
reality his 24 pounds more stowed away
Which is pure mu-cle. She is a pleas
ant-faced brunette with very black hair,
strong; regular features, aid large
black eyes. To 833 her flitting from
Counter to counter no one
would for a moment suspect that her
Whole heart Was not engrossed in the
selection of A new gown.
When she has satisfied herself about a
shoplifter and has managed to get a
saleswoman or a floorwalker as a wit
ness, Miss Fleischhauer goes straight to
the goal. At the first movement on the
part of the offender the young detective
is at her side. There is no scene. The
challenge is given ia a low collected
tone. The straightforward determined
glance of the black eyes does the rest.
The offender, of course, declares her
innocence but mirches quietly up stairs
nevertheless. Mr. Morrison is always
at hand in case of trouble, but black
eyes rareW need assistance.
This girl detective is known to all the
east side police and they have a mighty
respect for her lox O.ic of them ia the
Eldridge street polic j station said:
"Whenever I sec that girl come in
here, I know we've got a clear case.
She's a cool on I ve never seen her
confused, and some pretty good lawyers
have had their turn at her tox"
Theamouat of shoplifting done in a
large retail establishment is enormous.
Probably not more than one case in a'
hundred gets into the courts. Oaly old
offenders or people who are evidently
thieves by profession are dragged to the
police station. Miss Fleisch
hauer is an adept in all the
tricks of the trade. The woman
who flourishes a muff undul is very apt
to have something in it that has not
been paid for. The handkerchief
counter is a great place for thievery.
One large handkerchief spread out and
thrown carelessly over a folded lot of
others forms a cover from beneath which
the others can be pulled. The shop-lifter's
own handkerchief, dropped careless
ly on a bric-a-brac counter is not always
picked up alone. Wida sleeves are fa
vorite devices of the shoplifter. An
enormous pocket or bag under the drcs3,
and reached through a fold in front, is
a convenient receptacle for stolen goods.
An umbrella losscly closed is an ex
cellent device. Four or five bits of jew
elry may drop off a counter. If a
couple fall by mistake into the
folds of the umbrella no one
knows the difference. All these sorts
of schemes are absolutely unnoticed by
the ordinary observer, even if he is oa
the lookout for them. The detective,
like the poet, i born; and Miss Flci
schhauer's case goes to shew that, like
the poet, he cannot escape his natural
Stmlying Yet
Smith Where is that promising son
of yours?
Brown Joe is at home.
Smith He was studying at Yale, was
he not?
Brown Yes, and he is studying yet.
Smith What i he studying?
Brown The want column in the
newspapers. He is looking out for a
position as janitor or porter in a store.
Texas. Sittings.
NO. 22.
Medical Students in the metropolis.
There arc about twenty-two hundred
medical students in New York, writes a
correspondent of the Cincinnati En
quirer. They come from all parts of
the country; from Maine to Texas, from
Massachusetts to California. Many of
them arc graduate physicians, from ether
medical colleges who come here to take
advantage of the hospital facilities of
the city, and to familiarize themselves
with the more recent systems of applied
medicine and surgery. Some of them
are geniuses in their wav.
They seemed to , have . failed in
making progress in . other walks
of life, and have adopted medi
cine as a last resort. In appearance,
they are unkempt with shabby coats and
short trousers. They appear to be per
petually on the run to attend a clinic,
and yet have plenty of time to absorb
beer when invited. Poor men, most of
them,. who club together, hire apart
mcnts; divide expenses on food and
books, and rush the "growler' at night
with the enthusiasm of a Fourth Ward
tough. A visitor to the Bellcvue Hospi
tal Amphitheatre where clinics are held
every day, can form some idea of the
material which, through the process af '
evolution, makes doctors.
Here are collected dudes and country
men, youths and men of middle age.
Some of them will continue to study for
years in vain, others are destined to
shine in their profession. Tli3 shabby
little man who squints through his pair
of brass-bound spectacles is astonishing
ly wise and mirveloujly recondite on
the subjects of bacteria, thrombosis and
affections of the anterior horns in the
brain. Sitting near him is the man
whose head would delight any phrenolo
gist, whose intellect seems seated in his
forehead, but who attaches more im
portance to his pipe and bottle than to
the midnight oil. He has mistaken his
calling. He is a man of talent, un
doubtedly, but he should have exerted
it in another line.
It costs about $1,000 to become an M.
D. in New York. This includes tuition,
board, books and incidental ex
penses. The Number Seven in the Bible.
Among the Hebrews the word for
solemn swearing is "scptenarc," or pro
test by seven. Abraham, you will re
member, appointed seven ewe lambs as
his testimony to the covenant with
Abiraelcch. The Creator rested from
His work on the seventh day, and this
day was called Sabbath or seventh. A
leprous person was cither to lathe seven
times or be sprinkled seven times with
the blood of a sparrow. Seven years
was the period for repentance. Every
seven years the Hebrew servant demand
ed liberty for himself. And the
prophet praised God seven times a day.
Cain, wc are told, was to be revenged
The gifts of the Holy Ghost were said
to be seven in number, aud in the pres
ence of the A'mighty seven angels stand,
as we are told, in Tobias. Seven lamps
burn before God, aad throughout the
whole book of Revelations the number
seven is constantly used. Jacob served
seven years for Leah, and seven more
for Rachael. Then there are the seven
ears of corn and the seven kine. It was
seven people that possessed the land of
Promise in Deuteronomy, aud the story
of Simson tells how he kept his nuptials
seven days, and then was bound with
seven gmen withes. Philadelphia
How the Blind "Sec."
I asked those who became blind in
youth, or later, whether they were in
the habit of giving imaginary faces to
the persons they met after their blind
ness, and whether they ever saw; in their
dreams, writes Joseph Jostron, in the
new Princeton Review. Some answered
ia very vague terms, Lut several un
doubtedly make good use of this power,
probably somewhat on the same basis as
we imagine the appearance of eminent
men of whom we have read or heard,
but whose features wc have never seen.
When we remember how erroneous such
impressions often are, we can under
stand how it often misleads the blind.
Such imaginary faces and scenes also
enter into their dream", but to a less ex
tent than into those of the sighted.
Doctor Kitto quotes a letter from a mu
sician who lost his sight when eighteen
years old, but who retains a very strong
visualizing power, both in waking life
and ii dreams. The mention of a fa
mous man, of a friend, or of a scene, al
ways carries with it a visual picture,
complete and vivid. Moreover, these
images of his friends change as the
friends grow old ; and he feels himself
intellectually in no way different from
the seeing.
Wanted to do His Best.
"No, George, you know I am not so
very extravagant."
"I know,but haven't you got bonnets
"They're all out of style, I want a
fashionable bonnet, that's all. I don't
want the earth, George dear, merely a
fashionable bonnet."
"Well, if I can't afford to buy a fash
ionable bonnet from your milliner,
would you try and be contented with
the eart':"- U-'diaat Traveler.
One square, one insertion- $1.00
One square, two insertions- - 1.80
One square, one month - - 29
For larger advertisements liberal
tracts will be made.
Beautiful Hands.
Oh; your hands, they are strangely fair,
Fair for the jewels that sparkle there,
Fair for the witchery of the spell
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches rest
Here in my own, I love tbem best,
And I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans
My glorious treasure of beautiful hands.
Marvellous, wonderful, beautiful 1. nds,
They can coax roses to bloom in the htrandi
Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will
Under mysterious touches of thine
Into such knots as entangle the soul
And fetter the heart under such a control
As only the strength ol lny love understana -My
passioiiatebve for your beautiful hand
As I remember the first fair touch
Of the beautiful hands I love so much,
I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled
As I kissed the glove I found unfilled,
When 1 met your gaze and queenly bow,
As you said to me, laughingly, "Keep it
And, dazed and alone, in a dream I stand,
Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.
When first 1 loved in the long ago,
And held your hand as I told you so,
Pressed and caressed it, gave it a kiss,
And said: "I would die for a handlike this!
Little 1 deemed love's fullness yet
Had to ripen when eyes were wet,
And prayers were vain in the wild demand!
For one warm touch of your beautiful hands
Beautiful hands oh, beautiful hands!
Could you reach out of the alien lands
Where you are lingering, and give me to
night Only a touch, were it ever so light,
My heart were soothed, and my weary brain
Would lull itself to rest again,
For there is no pleasure the world command!
Like the caress of your beautiful hands.
James Whitcomb Riley.
Sold again Second-hand goods.
Second watch- Yes, I am. I'm all
run down.
Don't run against a chimney-sweeper:
he's liable to bring soot against you.
"Woman feels where man thinks,"
says a writer. Yes, that's why man is
"He gave me somo pointers," said the
tramp of a farmer; "he jabbed me with i
The fellow who wants to know hoi
to know a bad egg must have lost two
of his five senses.
No matter how prompt actors ma
be at rehearsal there is always one mat
who is prompter.
A ton of diamonds is worth $30,000,
000. Don't let the dealers come tht
1800-pound dodge on you.
She "John, what is a coastwise
steamer?" He "One that knows ho
to keep off the rocks, darling."
There is nothing under the face of thi
sky that can be quite so stuck up as t
sheet of stamps, when it tries to.
The obscure Arab who invented alco
holic stimulants died more than nine
hundred years ago, but his "spirit" stil
There is one article that the averagi
man prefers to have bogus instead o:
real, when it is presented to him.
That's a dynamite bomb.
"Tommy," said his aunt, "I heal
your grandmother gave you a watch on
your birthday. Was it a huating-case
watch?" "No," replied Tommy, who i
seven years old, "it was a bare fa cec
The Cjdone Survivor's Large Bott.
That eminent scientist, Profcssoi
Somebody,has been experimenting witl
some sort of a patent bellows, and find)
it takes a current of air moving at th
rate of 150 to 175 miles per hour toblov
straws through a board as is frcqucntlj
j reported by persons who have wit
nessed a cyclone. Ha! Going to try tc
reproduce all the things "reported by
persons who have witnessed a cyclone, r
! professor? Better think about it a whih
unless you have the same low regarc
for the truth that the persons who pasi
through cyclones always have. It's thi
good, professor, that die ia cyclones;
that hardened old liar goes down ccllai
and escapes. Just wait till about next
June, aud the Minnesota cyclone-survivor
comes up smiling and tells how h
was blown head first through a six-incl
grindstone, and your straws and boarc
won't be anywhere. Chicago Trib
une. Almost, Bat Not Quite.
"Where have you been for the pasi
two weeks?" said one traveling man t
another, "out on the road?"
"No, I took a run to New Orleans to
see a young lady down there."
"Did you have a pleasant time?"
"No, not as pleasant as I expected.
Her father doesn't hold me in the high
esteem with which I could honor him."
"Then you were not wined and dined
and feted?"
"No, I wasn't exactly feeted, but
was booted on several occasions."
Merchant Traveler.
Laura "So you are really engaged tc
him, dear? He is forty, you say, and yoc
are twenty just twice as old as you,
love. Dear me, when you are forty he
will be eighty !"
Clara "Good gracious! I hadn't
thought of that." Bazar.

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