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WHEN PIPING WINDS DO BLOW- Whcu piping winds do blow And v?hi3tle long and shrill, And dancing feet o the snow Glide down the long white hill Tia then the world if Ray, is gay With brave, brisht skies aglow. For the long, long play of the winter day, When piping winds do blow. Tig then the world is gay With naught to preach of gloom, Nor ever a flower of. the May To push, into bud and bloom. With never a blade of grass of grass To coax till its lances show But the long, long-play of the winter day, When piping winds do blow! Never her scouts need run, And to the skies complain Of scorching heat o the sun, Or drenching blight of the rain; Never an apple to paint to paint, Or an ear of corn to grow But the long, long play of the winter day, When piping winds do blow! No bird in hidden nest, To woo to flight and song. Or rock to sleep i the breaat Of tall pines, green and strong; No music to teach the wave tho wave, A it breaks on the sand below Bnt the lonf;, long play of the winter day. When piping winds do blow! She hath no care to heed If autumn fails to reap Bountiful wealth o' the seed, And golden fleece of the sheep; Whether the stack bo high be high Or whether the stack be low, What docs she care in the winter fair, When piping winds do blow! Ah! when the winds do blow, And whistle loud and" shrill, Tis then the world may go Wherever her fancy will! . Tis then she can dance and sing and sing. With never a grief to know But the long, long p!ay of the winter day, When piping winds do blow. 7 Wide Awake. HEART HOPES. THE LITTLE "WOMAN IN THE TENEMENT ACROSS THE WAY. .y!H Iei! 111 was visiting a dear friend of mine who lived in a crowded city, and who I was always pitying; for living as 1 do in the country, among birds and wild flowers, plenty of room and fresh air, it seems as though people must be very "There is the shop bell," exclaimed Mrs. Riley; "now I will show you Mr. Hall. There he is, that one dressed in gray pants, and brown coat, and black velvet cap." I looked and saw, instead of the bloat ed, red-faced sot I expected, a hand some man, about thirty; he had mild, dark eyes, full red lips, partly shaded by a brown curling beard. A There was a sad, homesick look upon his face; he evidently did not know of his wife's return. As he arrived opposite the tenement he saw the open windpwand the bright, smiling faces within; what a happy,' joy 7 ous expression came into his dark eyes; with a bound he cleared the steps and was in the little sitting room, I saw him clasp wife and children in his arms and shower kisses upon their upturned faces; then the white curtains were drawn down, and I could only see their shadows as they gathered round the tea table, but Iknew that joy supped with them. - During the week that I was with Mrs. Riley I became quite intimate with Mrs. Hall; she was one of the sweetest little women I ever saw, but I could not, agreeable and gentlemanly as he always was. help treating her husband with cold courtesy. , . s - . - It was the evening before I was going away. Daylight was all gone, yet there was a beautiful moon that flooded the narrow street with a pure, quiet light. My friend aud I were sitting by the window, talking of vanished days and old friends, when tho door of the oppo site tenement opened and Mr. Hall came out; his wife accompanied him to the door, and said, in a pleading tone: "Don't be gone late to-night, will you, Harry ?" " . "Don't be foolish! Of counsel won't," he answered. "But don't sit up for me." She stood looking at him until he turned the corner. Somehow I did not rest well that night, so, some time between two and three in the morning I arose, threw a shawl over my shoulders, and sat down by the window. I saw Mary at her window opposite, so I knew her, husband had not return ed. My train of thoughts were interrupted by an unsteady footstep coming round the corner and up the street. It was Mr. Hall. Mary saw him, too, and ran down to the door. "Hain't yer been abed ? hie !" he said, leaning .against the side of the door for support. "No. Harry, dear." she returned: "I sat up to let you in." "Now, Mary," he exclaimed, "I want you to understand that you've got to mind me; when I tell you to go to bed vou've crofc to cro." And, raisins: his fist, he struck her on the forehead. Mary reeled against the stair railing and I had opened my lips to scream, when I saw her recover, and, saying a few words about "police," coax him into the house. - I leaned back faint and sick for a mo ment, aud then my blood boiled through my veins like lava. To think he had actually raised his hand and struck his gentle wife! "No man shall ever have the chance to treat me thus,." I exclaimed, passionately. The next morning I stepped to the door to bid Mrs. Hall good-by. She had a handkerchief tied around her head; she looked very pale, and said, with a uncomfortable in thoie cramped tene ments and narrow streets. She had raised one of the front windows and laughingly drew a big arm chair in front of it and seated me in it, saying: -"I want you to get all the air you can, so you need not smother." Then she went away to attend to tho household duties. I was in a wayward mood, and noth ing seemed just right. I watched for a time the interminable throng that was passing; some were overdressed, others shabby, some looked bold and independ ent, others careless, and others still had that sly, sinister look that denotes them dangerous persons. My gaze wandered to a huge tene ment block opposite; when the white curtains directly opposite were drawn up, enc-of the windows was thrown open, and a burst of bird song, mingled with childish voices, was wafted across the narrow street. What a relief to my .overtaxed nerves! I drew one long breath and then sat quietly watching the occupants of the tenement opposite. In the window hung a small bird cage, containing a beautiful canary, and I be lieve I never heard a bird jxour forth such shrill, sweet music or try in so many ways to express its delight. On the window sill stood one or two flowering plants, and near the window was a slight, girlish figure, wearing a light print dress, and holding in her j pitifnl little smile, that arms a child, perhaps a year old, while ere headache. Poor, anotner, some two - IPSWri -WmJA -1 or three years old. stood on a chair beside her; she was talking to the canary, and her merry laughter mingled with her children's, who were in high glee. I was just giving reins to my imagina tion and weaving the most romantic future for my heroine and her babies, when my "friend entered the room. Glancing across the street she exclaim ed, while her face lighted up with pleasure: "Ah! Mrs. Hall has got home." she had a sev-weary-hearted. soul, how my heart bled trouble-laden for her! Five years passed away. I frequently had letters from Mrs. Riley, and in one of them she said that the Halls had moved away. Many times during those years had tho pale, sweetly-patient face of Mary Hall been in my thoughts. It was a sultry day in August, and a party of friends and myself were on our way to the country for a week or two. One of the party, Harvey Dalton. had. in the few weeks of our acquaintance, "Has she been gone lonjr f" I inauir-: become dearer to me than anvthinrr nn ed. 1 earth. He had wooed me in snMi l-lr? i l m s . . ,1 biraiguuorwara, maniy iasmon, tnat odd and cold-hearted as I was called, I could "About three weeks. She has been visiting her friends, I believe; poor thing, she had better have stayed with them," said Mrs. Riley. "Why?" I exclaimed, interested at once. "It is the old story that is told so often," returned Mrs. Riley, after a few moments' silence; "her husband drinks. He is a kind-hearted, hard-working man, but every month, after he is paid off, he will have a spree, and yet I never heard her say one word about her trou bles; she has a smile and a pleasant word for every one, and you can only tell by her'pale, care-worn face that she carries a sad heart." I glanced with renewed interest at the window opposite. Mrs. Hall, unmindful of our. observa- tion, had seated herself in a low rocker and was singing to the baby, while the little girl was having a gay time with the gray kitten. driver appeared at the door saying ha would leave our drunken friend here. I glanced out; it was a miserable hut; in the yard were several ragged chil dren playing, and at the open window sat a woman, her head bowed upon her arms, in an attitude of despair. The noise made by getting her hus band out of the stage seemed to rouse Viai anA elm Mi'ood Ytor hpfld. I COUid scarcely repress a scream, for in her sunken, wasted j.tNnue a -o" Mary Hall. ' . "How much further have we to go? I asked, eagerly. . naii a mne, iuiss, reiuruwi uw driver. tTiot. it mA fTpfc ont. T can walk that distance; that lady is a friend of mine," I said in a husky tone, for I could scarcely keep back the tears. "Shan't I wait for you?" asked Har vey, tenderly. . "No, but you may come for me in an hour," I answered. not help loving him. There was, as yet, no engagement between us, although Harvey had told me his love and asked for mine in return. On the afternoon in question we had left the cars at I , and were jolting over a rough road in an old country stage toward our final des tination, In one corner of the stage sat a. man beastly drunk. The driver apolo gized for putting him in with us, by say ing that he pitied his family and wanted to take him home. The sight of the in ebriate brought back all my old horror and loathing of, drunkenness; and, like a flash, came the recollection that several rimes I had seen Harvey drink wine, and once I had smelled something stronger in his breath. ' I tried in vain to answer the MARRIED TS HIGH LIEE. A Romantic Epfsode of the St. Paul Winter Festivities. merrv sanies oi my mends concerning r moodiness. - At last the stage my stopped and the The stage drove off, leaving me stand ing by the little broken gate, and Mary was looking at me curiously. "Mary," I said, walking toward her, and holding out both hands, "don't you know me ?" "Laura ! Miss Avery !" she sobbed, a glorious light illumining her wan face. "Oh, how good of you." I will- not dwell upon our conversa tion for the next hour. . At the end of that time Harvey came for me, and I left Mrs. Hall with a smile upon her lips, for somehow I had in stilled hope into her broken heart. Harvey and I walked some distance in silence; at last Harvey said hesita tingly: "liaura, can't you give me an answer to-night?" I knew what he meant; I had been thinking of the same subject; and I ans wered, with forced calmness: "Yes, Harvey, I can give you an ans wer; it is no. I can never consent to have my life made what Mrs. Hall's' is." I felt him tremble, strong man though he was, and his face was ashen pale. "I know what you mean, Laura," he gasped; "but I cannot take that answer to-night; I will see you again in the morning." . There was not another word spoken until we reached the house: and then Harvey pressed my hand and whis pered: "Pray for me, Laura." I did pray for him as I never prayed for myself, for in those hours when I thought I had given him up forever, I learned the depth of my love for him. It was a pale face and a sad heart that I took down to the breakfast table the next morning. My friends rallied me about being a poor traveler, and I saw Harvey look anxiously at me. After breakfast he drew me aside and whispered: "Don't you want to go and see Mrs. Hall?" Of course I said yes, and we were soon on our way there. "I have a strange story to tell you, Laura," said Harvey, abruptly breaking a long silence. "I went down to Mr. Hall's last night, after I left you, and to my infinite astonishment I found he was my half-brother; he was always dissipat ed, and ran away from home fifteen years ago; and we have not heard a word from him since. And Laura, seeing him such a wreck has opened my eyes, and from this time, God helping me, I will never touch ardent spirits more. I don't ask any promise from you, Laura, only, wait for me until I can feel sure of myself. Won't you, darling?" Reader, that was ten years ago, and for eight of those years I have been Har vey Dalton's happy wife. Harry Hall, through his brother's in fluence, has reformed, and he, Mary and the children, now live in a cosy lit tle cottage just across the way. Under the glare of several hundred electric lights and amid the joyous ac claims of thousands of interested spec tators a young couple stood upon a car peted platform in the grand court of the ice palace to plight their vows in holy wedlock. This feature of the carnival had been looked forward to with great eagerness by residents of St. Paul and visitors alike, and although 8:30 was the time fixed for the ceremony long before that time crowds began to flock into the great court of the domain of Borealis. Instead of the conventional ushers in regulation black suits, white neckties, snowy expanse of pleated shirt front, and kid gloves, half a dozen stalwart mounted policemen attended to the duty usually performed by, : society young men at church weddings. There were no seats for spectators of the novel af fair, but all who wished it enjoyed the Erivileges of standing in tho open air an our or so and being hurried hither and thither by the minions of the law, who had been charged to keep the courtyard clear for those holding invitations to,the weddingl There was an absence of the elaborate toilets usually visible at rnatri monial events inside a sacred edifice. Heavy woolen mittens and covering of the same material for the ears and faces of the assemblage were conspicuous, and gayly-attired tobogganers and snow shoers added to the pictnresqueness of the brilliant scene. - It was remarkable, too, to note how many elderly ladies braved the danger of contracting pneu monia or a graveyard cough in their de sire to witness the marriage, and they bore good-humoredly the discomforts of their situation, imbued only with a de sire to say that they were present on the happy occasion. . A long procession of carnival clubs, acting as an escort for the happy pair, made its appearance, flanking carriages containing the minister who was to tie the nuptial knot and relatives of the contracting parties. By dint of persua sion and sallies by the mounted ushers, a passageway was cleared to admit the bridal procession, and a brass band added to the novelty of the wedding ceremony, all the musicians being . out of breath when they halted in front of the carpeted dais. The Rev. Samuel G. Smith had preceded the young couple, and removing his hat, donned a small silk traveling cap, wrapped his fur coat closerabout him, and prepared for the ordeal. Attended by best man and bridesmaid George C. Brown and Miss Eva N.' Evans, passed slowly through the double lines of friends in the carni val clubs, and notwithstanding the fact that they were the cynosure of so many curious eyes, walked unhesitatiugly to the platform, where the minister cordial ly greeted them. It was not long after their arrival before the words were ut tered which pledged them to stand by each other until death parted, for better or for worse, the responses being made by the bride and groom so as to be audible to all within the courtyard's precincts. As the minister con cluded the beautiful and impressive ceremony the crowd broke out into a joyous cheer, and no wedding march was ever more beautifully cnanted than the one which accompanied Mr, and Mrs. Brown to their carriagejinside the palace of St. Paul. They have been engaged for a year now, but they were not intend ing to be married until next March. Mrs. Evans and Eva got to talk ing the matter over one even ing, and Mrs. Evans said the wed ding should take place in church. But Eva declared she wasn't going to march up a church aisle with everybody staring at her. She said she would drive to the minister's and be married at his house. Mrs. Evans thought she would like to see a daughter of hers do that. "The idea," she said: "you'd better cret married in the ice palace. I only meant i i . nr t "but the notion struck Eva and she and George, without a word to anybody. sent a letter to the' Carnival. Association to see if it could be done. I did not know anything about it till the answer uuuc, Posted the New Parson. Youthful Wisdom, The Minneapolis Tribune tells this story : It is related of two little girls of eleven and thirteen years of age that they were Jate in going to school, and when about half way the storm arose and they turned back. After wandering about a while they came to a straw stack. The older jrirl dug out the straw as far as she could. She then put her sister in ahead of her and crowded in after her. She took of their shoes, and when their feet grew cold, she rubbed them briskly. The younger girl fell asleep, but the elder kept awake and continued the rubbing process when necessary. The parents gave up their children as lost, but early Friday morning, after the storm had subsided, the girls, none the worse for their experience, made their way home, and it is needless to say there was great joy and rejoicing in that house. A wise head is sometimes fonnd on very young shoulders. Will Do you know the Browns? Arthur Oh, yes; intimately; one the young ladies has refused me. of During the recent blizzard a knot of snowed-in travellers sat arohnd th firA- place in a little hotel in Maine, and dis- J ii. i i i- uusbeu pomics, me. oear crop, anareii eion. At leneth they discussed the in 9 teresting phases of a dissension which arose of late in a neighboring country congregation, wnen one oi tne party re marked that it was all foolishness that the church committee didn't know how to run that institution. Then he said: "Speaking of church' news, gentle men, I belonged to a church in Oldtown once that was always in a stew. Some crank was always kicking against some thing the parson had said in his sermons, and we shifted ministers so often none of them ever stayed long enough to get used to the pulpit. Finally, they ap pointed a new committee to look for a new parson, and I was one of the com mittee. Well, we nosed around and fi nally hit upon what we considered a good man, and sent for him. When he arrived we went to the parsonage to meet him and kind of give him the lay of the land. After speaking of ' the various rows we'd had in the church, 'Squire Stover Rhines of the committee said to the new parson: " Now, Elder Merrill, we think youll do first rate. Here's a good house to live in, and ther's a church to preach in. Your salary is no object, but take my advice and never mention religion or politics in that pulpit.' " "Well, how did that parson come out?" asked some one. "Come out? He didn't come out at all. He's there yet- Under the A mother on Madison requested her daughter, who?, FA w UlUUUUOOU, to r;ra i b u uiui, ui sne must not si than 10 o'clock. This th luctant to do, but her httUi1 tereatened that unless shed id J open the parlor door aud aan that she had rnt "Pfcw brother by reminding him W ing hookey,. and fortrinff r'iV name to. exusea from school?4 skating . not forgetting to m little riding-whip his raamnia kpu room. All this, however, was notli to keep the youth from gettine p!? Christmas. The other evening & I an alarm clock with a bell as loud 1 f gong on the Brooklyn Bridge W, placed it under the sofa where L ter and her betrothed were to dbfiJ spooning. The hands were poinu 10. The unsuspecting girl hevd5 tick but took it to be her lover rj bury. He was just tickling her etrS a yarn about a hore e his papa iug to buy when the gong There was a pause and then, u ths understanding the meaning, ie JyJuJ his hat and never stopped rannt J"? til he struck the door stoon vl 7 flew. . The boy had iced the steps. Tv) little brother now takes a cxv&ic- A i ,.iu i,; An r OJd-Timc Fireplaces. Henry Rosencrans is an old t I T'- l TT . J''t LHuruer hi xviusiaju. xie leiis reai cences of old times. In his cUt has met and waited on some of the ebrities who have visited King Sunday morning the unusually weather brought out remarks about etj days when he was a young man. "Yes, it was cold then. I've b.n men to hi found frozen alonjj the nL side. Once a stage driver, driving oc; tho stage line from Newburg to Albw through . Kingston, was found faea dead in his seat. We didn't have im thermometers in those doys, but tela the cold all the same. Yon see burned wood instead of coal. Most i the houses were heated with bie fa. places, so large that a small log oi toj could be rolled in and propped up rj used for a back log. A roaring fire a one of these chimneys would scorci & hair off a cat six feet away. There one of these fireplaces in the oldhca on .Greene street, near Pearl I cs to draw logs - for these big fireplw with a horse drove the horse rightist room, dragging the log behiDd ti We unhitched the horse and rolled i log in the fireplace with haadspih Gracious, how the women to-day rod grumble at such a performan!" Kingston. Freeman. The Ice Hairest. As soon as the ice is thick enito cut, all hauls should join in the harw& It may be well for several neighbonte join in buying a set of ice tools, aaius to join in the use of them. This rl make the ice harvest a light job. In not safe to delay filling the houses the first ice, especially in Southern lo calities, li fine, thick ice forms late a the season, and after the houses are ft it is well to gather and stack it up is large pile. Lay down a flooring of and on that place a covering of stu Stack the blocks of ice on this, as coa pactly as possible, and if the weath cold enough, throw on water to fc them together solid. It is well Jo s the stack in a shady place, if poss&c cover the ice well with straw, and tsa with an abundance of cornstalks, should be held against the stack driving down stakes, and by bisfcj with straw ropes. . Such a stack, u up before the houses are opened, greatly help, the supply. Open top, on the shady side, and cover & fully after each opening.-imerir riculturist for February. The Dog Cure. a -t: ri : t::nm was f to attend a gentleman who was ing from obstinate hiccough. - j I knew that lie had a large took my mastiff along with rae. house consisted of one room enters a single door. ". The house was crowded itn who had assembled partly oat a J osityand partly from gossip. -Jj tientwas on a low bed wheal with my dog. .. wtt - No sooner did mv TMitients. 'mine than he sprang for i j 3 -1 i. i The E02 . the dogs, the screaming of -and the general confusion were iff able. vsfi1 When it was over tne ys missing, but was finally found v bed, and never had another sp cough as long as he lived. She Loused for the Appl . , J , A little Massachusetts 'j years passed last summer on J Maine. Green apple time was u i x l rare ana ner aunt, to been confided, cautioned eating them. . But little Eve oo .a resist the forbidden fruit. 0 lardiarm resulted, but her her duty to again joint ont if "I once knew a little &x:Lti "who ate two green apPV3 thg&fi Rho -nrn- i1r nil niffht. and W tV.lK ing she was death" Silence rc f the little one was very tbW1, .p,, ti last she looked no and g leg think Dod would " forgive me eat one dreen apple, and l-x or three bites out oi anom- -Journal. '
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