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Willy
VOL If.
LINCOLN-TON. N. C, FRIDAY, FEB. i:, 18S9.
NO. 40
A TURN OKTIIK
win: HI.
EY MX VWITI-. W..VI.5
A few years ago, abic.wle ridei
was HO common tiling ui lro i . 1 e r c -.
Brian B;a r was prioaps the tlri
who name w Letl i by the i-n'iltn
fields and vineyards I ke, a mounter
Mercury.
4iu' t' Csf ry' tM'' the p.;aants
asked each other, staling alVtr i L o
glittering wonder which seemed to
them like a nineteenth century Ve
gasus. One look at the sfiange
chariot, and one much lougr at the
handsome, cleanshaven youth whose
shapely legs propelled the w heels so
deftly and swiftly. He wa-j pleass
ant to look upon: for hit e.' e v.t ie
htowu and ineri: his smiles rme
quickly and he kiirw enoiifhJr reneh
to iohm a gay ulutation heie and
there.
''PtirdieuV hts cried, pushing tiaf k
a brortd bummed peasant's hat, tor
which he had traded his own t.lu
polo by the way. t,l.V fieri one is iu
France ono must exclaim iu French. !
I suDDose 1 mu!d ask these Proven. I
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cals what they say when it irets so
coofouudedly hot. Heaveus! Hov,'t,,r a g'itnpseoi arichon, ana wuen
hungry I am gcttiny! J could tveu leat strangely as lie heard
at Hack bread and cheese. Vhatjh,;r sil,Sil,g t,t,oW ,!J tbe garden,
a treat it would i.e to itdown uu-jPt,:; T'hault, and au old toothless
der those hop vim e aud Uy JoVr! 'Jousehold witch they c-illed Naooo,
wiiiit a. orettv L'irl!"
This exchimatiou buit forth 1
when a. litfl uiri whr. u-w t.atinu
marmalade out of a tart, suddenly
stopped her titicky occupation,
epraug up from the vineshaded
steps of a little stone cottage, and
shrieked: '-Fanchon! Fanchoi.l
Quick! Do come, please! Look at
this fuunv man! '
Then, in the arched doorway, a
.youug gill's figure appeared & lig
oft of an old Watteau fan vouiii
fair, smiling. It was Fanchon Thi
bault who had rhe unconscious tiick
Of posing like a bisque statuette iu
her flowered chintz skirt and fresh
musliu draperies, with a white ker
chief tucked around her prettv
neck; some frdls ot swiss needle
woik halt hidiut? her round aim?,
and almost becoming cap eoquetiih
ly percheil ou her soft brown hair.
Of course, Brian stared, aud that
was his uudoiug, tor bump ! went
his machine against a stone: and
just when he might have wished
most to make au impression he took
a terrible header into the road, and
a cloud of dust euveloped his pros
trate form.
Fancbon screamed, but she stood
quite still till little Marie cried in
tenor.
"Oh, oh! He is illed Fanchon. he
is killed!
Hrian remembeied afterwards the
vision of a tair ami lovely face ben-
ding over him and a little band wip-1
ing something wet oat of his eyes.
Could it have been blood? He did j
liotkuow and in a moment it had j
all gone from a dream. The rirst j !,ve flowers, don t you t
thing that came back to his memo- j Fanchon took the bunch of violets
ry was a cool little room with white ; fiom her breast and held then; out
walls against which mi ebony cruci- to him.
fis hung in bold reliot. Hiinu i -Don't teii Pere Thibault 1 gave
turned his head and a soft step ' them to you." she said, with a pro
glided to h'.s bedside. ; yoking little ioue. '"He wouldn't
'What has happened to me?-' he iailow n.r
asked raising himself on his elbow; Hrian- seized the iiowers aud
Mfith a painful sense of weakness.
You have been ill very iil. 'was
the gentle reply in clear and beauti
ful French. "Lie down, please1 he
doctor says you are not to lift your
head for several days.'"
Brian turned inquiringly and saw
his Watteau sheperdess.
"Oh, I remember,'' he said sii k
big back ou the pillows with a sigh.
"It was you who upset me.'
raonsieui!'' she cried in stHi She is dying, poor sonl ! God save
tied tones. her ! ' and Fanchon crossed herself
'I was looking at you,'' Biiau 'devoutly,
replied. ; 'And what is Nanon doing ?'
'.:You were standing iu the door ! 'Poor Nanon ! She has a tooth
way, and I was thinking how pret- ache- Oh, it is frightful.'
ty you were, when my wheel caught j 'l did not kuowsbe had any teeth
aud over I went. So you see it left to ache,' Brian dseived. 'Well,
was your fault, malemoiselle." ithat'sa blessing in disguise that
j
'Yes, but " she began blushing toothache- No: vou must sit down,
prettily I won't eat a mouthful if you don't.'
"Faucbou !,? ca'led a low, even 'Oh, you are bad !' said Fanchon
voice from the next room. "Nanon yielding with a little laugh, and
wants you down stairs, child.' j thev were HOon chattiog there gaily
"Yes, uncle!" she said quickly, I together. Hrian heard all about the
and Brian suddenly found her place chickens aud the pigeons, the bees
by his side taken by a tall old man and the rabbit?, the flower-garden
1 1 i priestly rub-, who looked at
ihim with stern disapproval,
i "Yo'i are not to talk,'' ga;d the
'.lew lomer en rly. 'Yon are ill. He
I s ,ii mu-r net ay au h things
'o ii v n'ece. .She is going to join
h ."sisterhood ot the Blessed Vir
gin, and I cmnot have, you pal ring
, .io' ions iti ' hei head. A si k man
. I'mu'd ttfe better employed."
Jirnu had nothing to rny. He wa1
veak, avd the stern, haid face ot
he priest a w d him.
"What a pit !"' he thought with a
udd;n herci rebellious feeling he
could not understand ".Such a
pretty gi.l Mich a wonderfully
pretty gill to fie hut up iu a con- '
Vent ! '
Von are an A hierican.l believe ? 1 I
he priest said suddenly, j
'Ye-, I am from New York,"!
' replied, and wm.dered at tLe j
peeuliar look fhat swept over the j
piiefcL's thin,' worn face. ''Do y ou i
' '''ink 1 btttr send any word to j
"'V l'T-'" !
I 'I'here ai wo reply, aud when le j
:tiUMed his hed, Pere Thiabanir
K,),,e-
T litre were oius dull days after :
that days wbeu he looked in vaio
jcameinaud out and
at with him
'tweeu the doctoi's vists, till Biiau
bad a kicked desire to throw his
uoots at the old priest's head, aud
take a shy at N inon's black silk
p'11'' w,,,cu c.uokcu.
4"rhi3 u lastly," he said, tossing
! ;'i:"lf impatieutl v on his rumpled
iP,,,oW- 1 wour h,);v ,nucrj ,0I,gr
' ' am t( 0e kept heie? I have looked
i. ..i ...,.i J
at that crucifix SO long I am begin
ning to hate it. It is wicked I know,
bnt I shall turn Pagan if that old
puest prays over there much lon
ger. I have, lost my temper long
dtiu. and 1 feel I shall lose ray wit
if they keep ma here much longer."
A knock at the door interruped,
t;iis amiable soliloquy.
'There comes fiat Macbeth in
witch with my dinner." heretltc ed.
'Come in !v
The door opened, but it was Fau
chou who carried the tray.
Oh!" cried Hiian. eagerly, his
face quite radiant, "I am so glad to
see you. I)i sit down and talk to
me- 1 am dying of enuui. Nauou is
o stupid, aud your uncle is so
piou, that they diive me frantic
between them.'"
Fanchon smiles sedately as she
at the tray down.
T hope you are feeling better,
monsieur -,' she said, demurely.
'".Since vui caue ves ! Xo, no!
Don't go don't. .S-t down)
here. Where did you get those
violets you are wearing J Just give 1
a smell of them. Oh, you don't know
how I lie here and long for the green
fields and the hitdsand flowers. Yoa j
: pres-ed them to his lips.
'You are very good' he said, as
'gratefully as though :ihe bad saved
his life-
4Ver bad, I'm afraid,'' she said,
: sighing. When ov uncle comes
home he will he very cross at Nanon
for letting me bricg you your din.
uer. '
:-Vhere has he gone ?'
He has gone to see Mere Brissac-
and the vineyard, Nanon and the
tails she hakid, little M trio and
he fairs she ate, and all the while
he was falling more deeply ami
hopelessly in love witli Una charm
ing Provencal.
Is it really true, madem d-elle V
he asked, finally, 'that you aie des
tined for I he church V
A c'oui driffel over the ri j?l t,
lovely fa.ce, and Fachnn's eyes
Ml
'.My uaole says so, monsieur, ".-he
replied.
' Hat you" don't want to he a
nun'' Biiau urged eagerly.
'Tt is not what we vish that is
best f r us. My nnc!e says the woild
lis very wick.-d, and that 1 shall
tie far happier if "
'Jiosh !' cried Brian, savagely. 'I
I beg your pardon, mademoiselle;
but you are too young and too fair
to bnry yourself in a convent. The
worl 1 must go on, and why may
you not share the lot of other wo
en f You were born to make some
man happy with your love. There
is no lot in the world that would
suit you so well as that of a happy
wife and mother.
Fanchon's cotor came and went
as he spoke.
'Y)u must not say such things to
me, monsieur,' she cried in agitated
tones. 'It is very wrong.'
'But I will pay so,' said B?iar
seizing th little hand that rested
om the bed beside hirn, 'If you will let
me, I will say more. I have seen
you only a few times ; but I know I
could love you nay, Fanchon, I do
love you ! Hear me! I am rich. Let
me make you my wife, and give
up '
Never !' burst, a stern voice that
made Fanchon spring up in terror,
and the next moment the irate form
ot Pere Thiahault was standing be
tween tbem. 'Shame upon you,Fan
chmi !' he cried, his blazing eyes
fixed upon the girl's trembling j
form. 'You the bride of the church!
Y'oti listen to words of Live from a
man you have not known a fort
night, and he one of that accursed
rac who murdered yonr father!
And you,' he went on, holding out
one thin hand that tremb'ed with
rase as he turned nj on Hrian, 'Y'ou
repay me thus for taking you into
my house aud nursing you hack
from the doors of death. Begone,
disobedient girl! (rt-t. down on you
knees and pray for forgiveues.
Silence ! Not a word ! Clo !'
Poor Fanchon stole away trem
bling wtth fear, and, perhaps, Pere
Thibault expected Brian to fail on
his knees then and there, praying
for mercy ; but he did not. Fanchon
had no sooner quirted the room than
he sprang out of bed and confronted
tbe au?ry priest.
'Har me. Pere Thiabault,' he
i A voice that was stroug and
cjeAr wiln excitement, but not
heated with anger 'It is my turn to
Speak, I love your niece, aud I wish
to marry her.'
'That you never shall!' cried the
priest, vehemently. 'She shall marry
no man, and you least of all ! Was
it not the caused war in America
that robbed me of my brother Am
brose, my only brother, whom I
nursed io these arms, as a mother
nursus her babe f Yes! You killed
him there amongst you, and now
you wish to tak from me his only
child ! Bat you shall not ! 1 swore
once that no American should ever
cross my threshhold ; but the devil
sent yon. You found a shelter in
my home only to abuse the kind
ness that aided you. Out with you,
I say ! B goue, monster, ingrate!'
The infuriated man's anger rose
higher and higher as he spoke, till
suddenly a strauge, barely audible
cry, half-burgle, half-shriek, burst
from his lips, and he fell across the
bi d in a horrible attack of epilepsy.
It was a dreadful sight. Biiau
would uot let Fanchou iuto the
room, aud old Nanon, who sent for
tbe doctor, was walking up and
down, moaning distractedly. When
the doctor came, Brian was dressed,
and Pere Thibault lay on the bed
he had vacated.
'You are uot fit to be up,' said the
doctor, when he had made his new
charge comfortable.
Briau shrugged his shoulders,
and said. laconically :
I am goiug away. This is my fault,
and I caimot stay here any longer.'
II went, down-stairs, groping his
way, sm prised at bin owu fediie-
nesa. Fanchon was standing in the
door-way, and he sw that she had j
been weep-ng. !
Oh T she cried, in alarm, vou are
'On, yeS,' be said, lightly, I am
duite well; but thou,' he added.
dropping into the teuder second i
person, 'thou art unhappy, little i
one. I have gotten thee into sad
scrape, I am afraid.'
She did not answer, for her tears
suddenly welled up again and she
could not speak. Hrian was like oth
er men, and the sight of a woman
weeping, especially this one, was
quite too much for him- He put his
arms aronhTl her and drew her head
town on h'n shoulder.
'Dost thou iove me a little, dar
ling? he whispered. 'My heart is
thine, Fanchon. No one ran take it
from thee it' thou carest to keep it.'
'No, no!' she cried, hurriedly
withdrawing herself from hia em
brace. 'Hush ! I must uot listen to
thee. Thou must go away. I will
never forget ttiee never, never !
but ' She burst into tears, and
then, flinging herf upon los
breast, she sobbed: 'God forgive
me but I do Jove tuee !'
Brain's arms e'asped the tretcb"
ling lit lie form lo his heart.
'Come with me, Fanchon !' he
cried, joyously . 'He my wife I have
a home where thou shalt he wel
come.' 'No, no!' she said again, with
drawing from his embrace. My
uncle is old and lonely. He lovml
my father as he loved his own soul
My tathei was killed iu our war
and my uncle can never forgive
you.'
'Hut what had I to do wi h that?'
said H'ian, imp ltient Iv.
You are an American. My uncle
will never forgive you You must
go away and forg t me.'
'I'll be hanged it I will!" said
Brian, in vigorous Englis''.
'What sayej-t thou?' Fanch' n
asked, gent ly.
I said I wouldn't. '
'But I can never many thee.
First of all, I am wedded to the
Church, and then I will never di
obey my uccle. Provencals who
disobey live accursed. Thou must
go."
This one idea she repe nted again
and again, t i ' 1 Brian real z-d that
he could not persuade hei; yet he
lingered on the ottage steps. The
sin was setting, and n mallow light
fell on the grass near them, which
was o ndded wi'h white stareyel
flowers. On the ground lay Brian's
jicker, which he had tossed there
indifferently as he stood and talked
to Fanchon.
'Do not make me any more no
happy that I am,' she said at length.
'You are not able to go tar, 1 know;
but the inu is just below, and there
you cin stay till you are stronger.'
'You seem determined to g-t rid
of me,' Brian said, jealously, 'lam
going sinee you wish it. 1 d ie
say you will soon forget me.'
. 'Dost thou think so uukind of
me?' she said, in gentld reproof.
'Did I say L would never forget
the
'Did'st thou mean it?' he asked,
looking up into ner eyes: -ir tnou
wilt promise me that, there may be
some hope yet.'
'1 promise you,' she said, softly.
'You wilt not marry anyone else,
Fraucon?'
No nevei!'
T7 tnnh ho- l, cut in hi ami
bend-ngover her.kissed her. Then, j bea1 bf 'uX1 trtt LU,by
, J Prison wnile attempting to escape,
with a resolute step, he turned and j Tbi bulet ftffe(tef reason. For
went -away. Poor Fraiichon's heaitjfe,, ears his mind was crone. Then
was at her 1 1 1 s as she Haw him
mount his bicycle aud wheel away.
if he should fall again !' she
thought, aud then she resumed her
womanly occupation of crying. Nan
on found her so engaged wheu she
came to say that Pere Thibault was
asking for ber.
The pnest was still Hing on
Brian's bed, and it was with diffi
culty he could otter any words at
all.
'Where is he?' he asked, half by
signs, aud his eyes iested uneasily
on Fancbou's face.
'Gone,' he replied. He is not
coming back, uncle. I have sent him
away.
When Peie Thibault was able to
et abou he learned in the village j
that the young American had j
pa:k. d up hin bieyle and had taken !
the tram to Palis I
-Franchon mu-t go to the Hlessed
Virgin. I will see Si.ster AiriiM t.l
morro '
A week pissed bv IVre Tliibaiilt
had :iid nothing further to Fran, I
c!on about her conduct toward the
detes'ed American; but Sister Agi I
nes came back and forth at the cot- i
tage mil Fanehon knew that she!
was being disposed of. I
Mane,' she said, sadly to the
vintnor's child who was wont to
spend her holidays at the cottage,
"thou wilt not have thy Fanchon to
come and s-e much longer.
Don't cro awav, dear sister.'
,-vio.i ,ii.i fl i,,
i mi iii'i n i m ii iiinif; ill. i .1 1 IJ1
about Faction's neck. "St v with I
me. I love thee.'
Fanchon caught the child to her
heart, and her tears tell upon the
little ore's sunnv hair. A ceo tie
or,,i t-n,i,.ho.i i.or ? ii r, oinmMar !
'Drvthv tears, child -said Sister
Ague-1 'Thy sorrows will soop beat!
.n end. In the H-dy Church there !
1 !
is no grief. To-morrow, I will take
thee lo a haven of rest ' i
'Hut I don't want to be a nun V I
Fanchon bnrt forth. "I don't !
want to leave this beautiful wo. Id
nv shut mvselfupiu a convenrj
I hate it! I detest the dari, i
corridors and the gloomy cells and
and everything! I love the fields
and the birds and the flowers. I
don't want tol-ave them.'
At this outbreak of passion S s-
i ur Agnes' face grew grave. With a
wave of her hand she disruir-sed
Marie ami turned to Fanchon.
Unhappy child!' .she said sternly.
'Thy heart is full of a less holy love
than love of na' lire's beauties. Pray
to God for purity. Seek not the
i lols of this world.'
i do nor ak for much,' said Fan
chon in a, broken voice, 'i ask only
for what God meant every woman
tohave. You cannot crush any such
thoughts out ot my heart; for 1 do
love him oh, 1 do love him with aM
uiv heait, and, if I may not be his
wif , I shall die !'
As he sp'ke her voice trembled
and she stretched out her armseu
treatiugly. The nun opened her lips
to utter a pious rebuke, but the.
closed ajain in silenctor some one
eamo down the garden-walk to the
little summer b u -e, and the hop
vines patted before a strong, manly
hind.
Fanchou, my darling!' said Brian
B,air- ,,av co',,e ba k rotl,'e'
The nun turned away, tor in a
moment they were in each other s
arms, anil Pere Thibault was conii.
ing rapidly toward them with a
strauge gentleman by his side
strange, yet oddly like the tall old
priest on whose face tdione a look
j Sister Agnes had never seen there
b 3 fore
Franchon! he said in a clear
ringing voice, Embrace the "over,
and God bless you both ! He has
brought back thy father, my broth
er Ambrose. He was not killed in
ithe war; but taken prisoner, and
kepr a long while in t lie South. rce:
He is here!
The bewildered girl turned from
I Brian to embrace her father.
Tell me! she wh spered faiDtly.
j fo not uaderstanl
I found thy father in Paris,' said
B'an holding her hand tightly in
his own It was the merest chance
he had a shop there and the name
msilo inn hunk of von. I mhUp.I
Iqnetions and learuea he had been
jiu the American Rebellion, was tak
leu inisouer and shot
in
la great surgeon extracted the ball
and bis reason was restored. He
returned home, but his brother was
gone from his old home his wife
wat dead and he could find no
trace of his family. After searching
tor years he i-ave up all hope and
settled dowu in Paris where I fonnd
him.'
rir htesQ von for it said "Ein
Chon 8-frly and she kissed her new-
found father with tender joy
Tbe old priest wiped his eyes on
his cassook sleeve-.
Sister Agnes," be sa'd in an al-
i tered tone. ! am afraid vou have
i lost vour young proselyte. " Fan-
chou's father is willing she should
many ad ! Ii:iv nothing to a
against it now."
'( li s wf be doll'-' slid tin
fist r, and, sto..piu... h kiwl F n:
i,e happv.Vh- nisp,.r. d "ui.d h-t't !
thm to M.e-r joy :
I you think on c-n i.e happy?' i
ail Hrum loot ing down into lu i 1
eyes.
again-t his side,
A fnw .lci ntfrward. r flip
eloso of th. inHiin service. I'ere
,,,lMn,, '"'ried them, and Hrian
Y? ht y 1,14 bl',4,'! W'th ma"y
Dixi i:s s i x v i : x ts
ago a pale faced ;
A short turn
little gill walked hurriedly
into a i
book store in Anna.-b "ig and sid i
to the man serving at the countei :!
Please, sir, I want a book that's
got 'Sutler little chi'dren to come
unto Me in it; and how much is it,
sii? and I am in a great hurry''
The shopman bent down and
,,,Hted his M'Hch s. "And sup
I00 1 lavf"t the book you want,
bat then msdeai! '
' Oh, sir, I shall he to som ; 1
nt it sot" and the little voice
trembled at their being a chance of
!,1,saoiu'uienr -
The ki",t KhoI I,aU took the
'vu ha,,llof email customer in
i.: . .it.. ii i . i
"," nwu- " l" ou w so vel 8iUl
v'1,hoi,t tlte hook? aud wu r
m such H ryV
"WflUlr' u 1 weDt to
eho'l onP 8,n,,ia'' wheu M'9 Wes'
ho taUe-c re of me w, awax .and
teacher read aVut a good Shepard
Alio s. no inosH worn; and aoout a
a benu'iful p'ae where he takis
ci re of his eh Idren and I want to go
there. I'm so tiled of being where
there is no b( dv to care for a ht'h
girl like me,only Mrs. Wesf, who
sys I'd better be dad than
alive'
'Hut why are ycu iu such a Lur
ry?,' "My cough's getting so b d now.
-ir. and I want to know all about
H m be'ore I d e; it 'ud be so stiange
to see Hun and not know Him. Be
s'des, if Mi-. Wot knew I was here
-he'd take away the six cents l'e
saved running messages, to buy the
book with so 1 am in a hurry to get
ser ved."
The book-seller wiped his .lasses
very vigorously this time, and lift
ing a book from off a shelf he said;
'.I'll liud the words you want, my
little g 1; cune and listen." Then
h read the words of the lovjngSav
Of (Luke IS: If,) gi-t. your bibles
an-l ti"d the ohce, children and
told her this Good Shepard had got
a home all light mid jesr and love,
prepared for those who Live Him,
ami serve uu.
Oh, how lovely !" was t':e half.
'reathless exclamation of the eager
'ittle buyer.
And He says. 'Come 1 11 go to
Him. ow long do you think it
may tie s'i, before I te Jliri't"
'Sot long, perhapv' said the
shopkeeper, tinning awav his head.
"Yon shall keep the six rent, and
come here every day, while I read
you some out of this Book '
Thanking him"' the sm-ill child
hurrit d away. Tomorrow came,
ami another morrow, aud many
days passed. But the little girl
uever came to hear about Jesus
jHKaiQ. Que day a loud-voice U un-
tidy woman ran into the shop, aay-
rg, "Dixie's dead ! She died ram
! hhug nboutsome good shepard, aud
j she said yon was to have- thes six
lcentH for the miss'ou box at school,
As r iWt lib tQ k d j meu,8
i '
money, here it is, ' and she ran out
!ot the shop. The eauts went iuto
the bx, and wheu the storv of
Dixie was told so many followed
her example with their ceats ihatat
the etui of the year "Dxiea cents, '
j as they wero called, wa found to
be sufficient to send out a mission
ary to china to bring stranger hheep
to the Good Shepard. Episcopal
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Amrrirnn nrl?ii.
Oi ot the bjsf vi; v of the o'tv
'S 1 1 ' ',,",,,""e of
the church d tho A mi mcaf ion. Iu
the dutan it tlwhrov tha hill
to which Jesm w,i ld ih- e';
raged maltiiu 1 1 wli i Uf 'uptid Tu
throT him from ir. A UiiJ-iu
hou-e it' the foreground i.twii to
1 m'11 ' f fhe t me wlfii tt.-v uac-iv-
jeied a ro f and Jet d wv:, t;e b-J
I 'era lli-Hlck rd the p.Nv iay.
This must he very much thu aose
I kind ot a house, as tint hstoiical
one at Capernaum. Thi. tl
p m uliar i oof and t hei c ii c jUtd J
ft lirs leading o Hie r...r J'he
K steru householder make-j I.m iOvf
serve for mote than i.i otv : a.n
from the weither lr
the pnet place of he de;i;. and
sojultillies it be,nn'S Io-j -ii.i'IHrl
resilience. As a iu'- lf H uvi veiy
heavy or strong. Ii itr ,-r ne ti t- w
across from wall to w il1 s-tv a'd
apart, then the whole sjimt ...jv -ered
with twijjssu-'h 4 i; aw tie
women selling in the market. Ou
these the slender limbs ot tbet Trtes
are thrown and thicklv co-itJ with
mortar.Iist a thick spre 1 ot er b
is throwu on lolled to a iv,! auJ
oftentimes sowu with glass -eed
Thus by caro many of the i .ols
come as smooth and mi m n jm
chine mown lawn They m y easily
'roken up and every 'hi lowered
inside from above. Bv sum- such
process the fo r bearers f the poor
pals ed man managed to en ist
attention ot ihe gieat rhysiii-in n
beha'f of then fiiei d. It is net brd
to understand ir all when vi''ug
such a house us this rue :t N
reth. It uMnot be d'tii :uU !
four men to cany a lame ti ien i in a
hammock by C e outer stutway up
to the roof, and hx-aking th'ou jb,
let hirn downint the ap-rimr't
or court below. Not fr iron the
same house iu h natro j!rf-t is a
Idt'e chapel erected upon the :t"
of Jos p'i'ri carpejit- r whop Ovi-r
the altar i a p'c ur r pi en i-,-
Mary and .Joseph instt u: 1 1 ; l- J
and fiiHli'-g thnt he ki e nn r- 1 -nj
(l ey. Another painting pi . - -the
lad Jesus assisting Irs f.i ' a
work. It contains r o wc -e-v-"f
'he carpenter's shop, but Lrr." r
enough of them in the shops c o-e
by. The web--av, the glue -p t
fhe plane, and the hammer-, are ' i
principal tools used in sim.Iih) op- a'l
without the mode'ti irnprov ents.Yet
whatever the P.lstine ra'penter
produces, is from thefagant redar
of L-l'aniion or tMMii rhe ccconu -cally
kindred and gnarled olive
wood. The operation of haig-ti'ijog
and w-d intf to' is no ie-m iem:k--ble.
The low r lira rich covered,
protre'ed and hld in i - -e.u 'ty
during hestonns ot winter ! ;un
a beauty of Jevelopment ucvfe:
tained without if, and the weight of
snow uion them for so lorrg a ti tie
bends them into fixed and graceful
droops beyond anything done '-y
nurserymen wilh their lavoiiie
weeping t ees.
a rriit i: STOI8Y
'Papa, c-n y ou please Kiv e ue
fifty cents for my spfiug hat? Most
all of the acarbmv girls have
theirs.-'
"No, May; I cut spite the mou-
The above lequet mad-; by
a aix' eeli y eai old maiden stft
was preparing f.ir sehoni o:j', 4-i"
spring morning. Te iclu-a' c one
from the parent iu a cui t in f n :r "ut,
tone. 1 he disipjiointed gin w-jtii
I to 8CUOO. The father stiirt-J f-.u
nis place ot business. On Lis way
thither he met a friend and b: ig
hail fellow well met he invited him
intoMac's for a drink. As u-ua ;h"j
were ottters th-ie and tie r-an
that could not spare his d i g ne:
fifty cents lor a hat tr.Mt-d li:e
crowd. Wlieu about to kae h
j laid Ii.li' tlolla.r on ihe cout tti
which just piid for th dr.nk.
Just then th i s by i keepers
daughtnr entered and going behind
the bar, said:
'Papa, I want fifty cents for my
spring hat.''
"All right," "Vavs th' ilca'er and
taking up the blf dollar from Tee
counterhd hands it over to the girl
who departs smilint-
May's father eem ilaz d w tiled
Out alone, and said bim-elf: I
had to briug my fifty cents hear for
the rumselleis daughter tou.v
hat with, after refusing m owu.
I'll never driuk another drop. '.
And he kept bis pledge. PU.la
' delphia Methodist