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MY LOVE.
Not as all otber women are
Is she that,to my soul is dear;
Her glorious fancies come from far
Beneath the.silver evening-star
And yet her heart is ever near.
Great feelings hath she of her owp
Which lesser souls may never khowj
God giveth them to her alone.
And sweet they are as any tne
Wherewith the wind may chobse to blow.
Yet in herself she dwelleth not.
Al houffh no home were half sq fair;
No simplest duty i forgot;
Life hath no dim and lowly spot
That doth not in her sunshine Ah are.
She dweth little kindnesses,
Which most leave undone or d
espise;
For naught that sets one heart
And giveth happijjjss or peace,
Is low-esteemed in her eyes.
at
ease,
She , hath no scorn of common tnings,
And though she seem of other birth.
Round us her heart entwines and clings,
And patiently she folds her wings
Tortread the humLle paths ofsarth.
Blessing she is: God made her
s
And deeds of week-day holiness
Fell from her noiseless as the en
tw;
Nor bath she ever chanced to krj
ow
i That auffht were ea-ier than to
b!ess.
She is most fair, and thereunto
Her life doth rightly harmonize
Feeling or thought that was not
true
Ne'er made le-s beautiful the blue
Unclouded heaven of her eyes.
She is a woman one in whom
The spring time of her chilaisli years
Hath never lost its fresh perfume
Though knowing well that life hath room
For many blicrhts and many tiara
I love her with a love as still
As a broad river's peaceful might,
Which, by high, tower and lowly mill.
Goes wandering at its own free will
And yet doth ever flow aright
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And on its full, deep breast serene,
Like quiet rs'es my duties lie;
It flows around them and between,
And makes them Iresh and fair
and green,
Sweet homes wherein to live and die.
James Russell Lowell.
THE LITTLE THIEF.
BY MARY KYLE DALLA
It was tea-time
Mr. Ma
thews, the
tie Eighth
proprietor of
the, stuffy li
Avenue dry-goods store,
Brandreth was serving his
where Ned
i i
apprentice
ship to the business, had gone to tea with
his family, and Ned was in a
ole charge.
At this hour there was little
chance or
customers. People were for the most
part hurrying home to meals
or getting
them ready if they were women. The
unfashionable thoroughfare
Kvas not yet
lighted, but the shadows lay
heavily be-
low: the tall tenement ; houses, and the
sky, of a dull gray, gave warning of an
approaching storm.
To the Country boy it
was a very
dreary scene. Leaning over
the coun-
ter, his eyes fixed upon the moist and
greasy-looking sidewalk, he saw in im
agination the old homesteail standing
"amidst rows of wheat and corn," the
little garden about its door. The table
was set for tea. There was Ins mother
his father opposite her. . There were the
boys, Bill and Ben, and Fanny, his little
sister, with her blue eyes and flaxen
hair, and her grandmother's gold beads
about her neck. All were to:ether. Did
they think of him so far xway? He
could see his vacant place, 1 is chair set
back, his plate put away. The boy
could have wept.
How he longed to returi. to them!
But, alas! the farm would not support,
them all. Bill was to be a doctor; Ben
would help his father; he hac his task.
"It had to be,he said; and, just as
he spoke, he thought for a moment that
he saw Fanny before him laxen curls,
fair forehead, blue eyes. AVcs it a vision?
No. The next instant he understood that
what he looked at was a living child, with
the same pure tints of skin ajnd hair. A
pretty creature,quite as pret yas Fanny,
but not clean and tidy as she always
was a girl in the ragged frock of a
grown person, cut short in the skirt and
left unhemmed, with bare feet soiled
with the mud of the streets, and no trace
of motherly care about her, crouched
close to the wall behind a fo rm on which'
a ready-made suit was disj layed upon
the sidewalk. She was tugging softly
and cleverly at & gaudy shand that was
exhibited on the shoulders of another
dummy, and, as he looked, lad it down
and rolled into a bundle beneath her
wretched shawl. Now she came creeping
irom ner ruaing-place, and in a moment
more would have gone pattering up the
street on those bare teet or
hand came down upon her s
the shawl was removed from
place.
" Youwicked little thief!'
ners, out a
loulder, and
jits hiding
said Ned
for he it was who had caugh
t the child
" come here!
He led her through the
was a small one, to the 1
screened off at the end, and,
on a box, looked at her j
store, which
ttle portion
sitting down
" I suppose I ought to cdll a police
man," said he. "What did you try to
steal that shawl for? Don
t you know
that they put people in pris
ing things?"
on tor steal-
"Yes, sir," sobbed the girl. " Jimmy
got put in prison last week for hooking
a shovel." -
"Why don't you ,take waning then?"
Ned said. j, ; ' .
"x oniy saw tne snawi. li none or us
don't bring nothin home, she hits us.
I'm all black on my back, bein' hit. I
knowed she'd like a shawl, and when she
likes what you bring home you get
sausage
Poor, little soul!"
sighed
Ned.
"What's vour name?"
"Mag," said the child.
"And is 'she' your mother?" asked the
boy.
"No," sobbed the little creature.
"Them's that's got mothers has good
times. She keeps us oat of charity.
Her name is Old Sally. She is mostly
drunk and can'twork, and we hooks and
begs what we can."
How like pretty Fanny's blue eyes
were those turned up toward Ned! How
unlike the fate and condition of this
child!
"Wjell, Mag, I've got a little sister
home," said Ned. "She's about your
age, and I can't help feeling sorry for
you. I ought to tell Mr. Matthews, and
make a charge against you; but I haven't
the heart. Look here; wouldn't you
like to live a nice life out in the country,
and not have to steal and beg?"
"Wouldn't I just!" cried the child.
"Very well," said Ned. "I'm going to
write a note to a good man a minister.
Every year he sends poor orphans to the
country. You really are an orphan
have no father or mother?"
"Yes, sir. I never had none of either,"
sighed Mag, in tones that convinced the
youth of her sincerity.
In a few moments Ned had written a
little note upon a pud of paper that lay
at hand, folded it,nd given it to the
child.
"You know the place where the people
meet to pray every night?" he asked.
"Yes," replied Mag. "I listens at
the doors sometimes. I likes the
smgin .
"Go in to-night, if you can," said
Ned, "and ask to speak to Mr. Smith.
Give him that note. The woman who
beats you must not see it, remember."
Mag nodded wisely.
"If you cannot get to the meeting to
night, go to-morrow," said Ned. "There's
a ten-cent piece for you, so you'll be
sure of your supper. And, Mag, if Mr.
Smith sends you to a nice placo, be
good. Don't steal or lie, or do anything
wicked, and say your little prayers every
night, and grow up a good girl."
"Yes, six, I'll try," said Mag. Then
all of a sudden she began to sob violently.
"Nobody never talked so good to me
before!" she said. "I'll remember
always "
Ne d heard the feet of his employer on
the stairs, and led Mag to the door, put
her gently forth, and draped the shawl
over the shoulders of the $ummy, which
was presently rolled in and put away
for the night with the other objects
which had been set forth to attract cus
tom. v
As it happened, Ned did not see good
Mt. Smith again. The prayer-meetings
soon came to a close, and he never
knew whether Mag carried the note to
the minister or riot. It was possible
that she was a little hypocrite who
grinned at the good advice he had given
her, and went thieving again next day.
However, he was glad, for Fanny's sake,
that he had been as kind to her as possi
ble. At all events, he never -saw her
again, and it was not long before he left
the store and sought his fortune in Cali
fornia. There he succeded beyond, his expec
tations, and one day returned home, a
rich man, and did all those pleasant
things that a filial and prosperous son
does for the old folks, beginning by pay
ing off the mortgage on the homestead,
of course. He. could scarcely believe
that he had been away so long. Nothing
seemed much changed his parents
scarcely older. Bill and Ben were ma
ture, but really improved. Only Fanny
astonished him. Fanny was a young
lady tall, slender, shapely. Her flaxen
hair was a rich blonde, her eyes bluer
and brighter than ever, if possible. And
Fanny little Fanny was engaged to be
married. Ned could not believe that.
She was as fond of him as ever, though,
and prouder; and before three days had
gone over their heads she had set herself
to match-making on his account.
"Of course, you know we want you to
stay here, Ned," she said, "and to marry
some one who likes the country. Now I
have a plan. You must fall in love with
my Jack's sister. She is very pretty,
and as good as an angel, and so bright,
and a perfect lady ;and she just worships
the country. And you can build a house
between ours and her father's; and Jack
and I will have one opposite, and that
will be so delightful- You do not know
how nice she is, Ned, but you will meet
her on Thursday. She is away on a visit
now, but is coming home to-morrow.
Thursday she will come here to tea. You
must make love to her at once. Propose
as SQon as possible, and have the nicest
wif e in the world. Oh, I am sure she
will be!"
Ned laughed. Like most men, he
doubted women's judgment of each
other. Besides, he had not yet resolved
to marry. If he should fall in love, it
would be a different thing; but that
seemed unlikely. He had met many
pretty women, and was yet heart-whole;
It seemed scarcely likely that Jack's sis
ternice little country girl as she doubt
less was would make any , unusual im
pression upon him.
However, he did not say this only,
"You know, she may not like me,Fanny."
But of that Fanny assured him there
could be no doubt.
She was in a high state of delight when,
on 5 o'clock on Thursday, Jack appeared
with his sister on his arm, and she was
able to say at last:
" Brother 7 Ned, this is my dearest
friend, Marguerite. Marguerite, this is
the brother you have not yet met. . I
know you will be friends."
'Friends ! From the moment Ned's eyes
met those lovelvones belonging to Jack's
sister he was lost. Ho had never be
lieved in love at first sight, but it came
to him like a flash of lightning. He de
voted himself to Marguerite all day, and
would walk home with her at night, and
then Fanny said that she would go also,
and kept Jack at a pleasant distance
sociably near, but so that every word
need not be heard; and Marguerite was
the sweetest thing, Ned thought, as her
little hand rested on his arm.
Going home again with Fanny, she
teased him to confess that he already
adored her friend, and told him that,
while putting on her bonnet, she had said
that he was " ever so nice." But Ned
was too much in love to feel sure of suc
cess, and for some time was rather an
uneasy -soul, hoping and fearing his
courage high in the morning, and low at
night, until one day he took heart of
grace and actually popped the question.
What he said he hardly knew. It was
in the orchard. They sat on a rustic
bench under an old pear tree, and he had
talked for some time, when Marguerite
gave, a little cry, and paid:
"Mr. Brandreth, I beg you to say no
no more just yet. I have something to
tell you that may make you feel dif
ferently. I should have told you before,
but I I put it off. You do not know
who I am. Jack's sister, Mr. Rawdon's
daughter, you believe me; but I am only
an adopted child, a little orphan whom
they reared lovingly, but still not theirs."
" All the more mine, then, if you will
have it so!" cried Ned.
"A moment more," cried Mar
guerite. "I must tell you. Mr. Bran
dreth, do you remember a wicked little
girl an unkempt, barefoot child who
years' ago stole a shawl from Mr." Mat
thews' shop-door one night in New York?
Do you remember how kind you were to
herj and gave her good advice and a
letter to Pastor Smith? I see you do.
Her name was Mag. Oh, Mr. Brandreth,
I am that miserable little thing that
poor little thief! I am, indeed! And I
remember you so well. Such a boy, then!
" You little Mag you?" Ned cried.
"I," said Marguerite. ." I took the
note to Mr. Smith. He sent me to a
sort of an orphanage in the country , where
they taught me to read and distinguish
right from wrong. T One day dear Mrs.
llawdon came here. She had lost a little
daughter, and God put it into her heart
to adopt me. She had me christened
Marguerite. I remember I was so proud
of the pretty name, and since then 1 have
been very happy. Soon I found out that
you were Fanny's brother, for I had asked
for your note to remember you by, and
keep it still. I have not told Fanny, but
I could not deceive you. Perhaps you
could not say what you have said just
now to one you knew to have been a
little thief."
She paused, tears in her blue eyes, and
Ned sat looking at her earnestly.
" A little thief!" he cried. " Why, so
you are a little thief that has stolen my
very heart away. But kiss me, Mag, and
keep it."
And so Marguerite and Edward were
married on the same day that saw Fanny
a,nd John made one,and no one knows why
Ned's pet name for his wife is such an
odd one" Little Thief." Fashion
Bazar.
The Boy King of Servia.
Servia is a new European monarchy.
It was for many years one of the small
principalities situated on the lower Dan
ube, and bounded by Turkey, Austria,
and Russia. Its security was constantly
in peril through quarrels with its neigh
bors because of the rival ambitions of
those powers. Finally, in 1882, it was
made an independent kingdom, each of
the nations who were eager to absorb it
consenting to its independence with the
view of preventing the territory from fall
ing into the hands of the others. The
family of Obrenovich had long been
Princes of Servia, and its head became
the first king, under the title of Milan I.
He had married Natalie, the daughter of
a Russian colonel named de Kechko, and
to them there was born on August 14,
1876, their only child, a son named A1-
exander.
King Milan and his wife did not live
happily together; and Queen Natalie
has been accused by many of the folly
of letting her Russian patriotism out
weigh her prudence, and of lending her
self to plots and intrigues which aimed
a,t bringing Servia in greater or less de
gree under the control of her own coun
try. . The result was a long and bitter
quarrel, of which the end was their sep
aration and the expulsion of Queen
Natalie from Servia. King Milan I.
finally abdicated his throne, and his son
became King of Servia on March 17,
1889, under the title of Alexander I.,
while still in his thirteenth year. The
actual government is in the hands of a
"Council of Regency," composed of
three of the most experienced statesmen
and soldiers of the country; and Alex
ander is yet in care of his tutors, and he
rarely sees either of his parents, neither
of whom lives in Belgrade, the capital.
His real authority is as yet but slight.
He is an attractive youth, speaks French
and German, as well as the Servian dir
lect, and is reported to be intelligent,
well-disposed, and manly. His reign
has thus far been peaceful and prosper
ous, for the men who govern in his name
have shown themselves to be both saga
cious and patriotic St. Nicholas.
Italy's deficit for the last fiscal year
was $18,000,000, and in spite of all the
talk as to economic reforms the stand
ing army is being increased, and new
men-of-war are being added to the navy.
The ambition to keep up appearances
sometimes proves to be as unfor
tunate for nations as it is for indi
viduals. A proposed law in Spain prohibits Sunday
work by persons under eighteen.
THE JOKER'S BUDGET.
Cause for Anxiety -A Leading Qnes-
tion He Regretted It Both Need
ed, &c9 &c.
CAUSE FOR ANXIETY.
Visitor What a great head of hair
Johnny has !
Johnny's Father (with some uneasi
ness) Yes, and we can't get him to take
any care of it. It worries me a good
deal. I am afraid the boy is going to be
either an Anarchist or a poet. Chicago
Tribune.
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A LEADING QUESTION.
Quester Hello, old boy! You looTt
rather the worse for wear! What have
you been doing with yourself ?
Jester Been off on a little piscatorial
toot, that's all.
Quester Yet, but what did you fall in
with?
J ester What did I fall in with ? Why,
I fell in with all my clothes on. Boston
Courier.
HE REGRETTED IT.
Benedict Hello, Singleton ; I haven't
met you for ten years since I married
my wife, in fact. By the way, that, was
rather mean of me, cutting you out when
you were engaged to her.
Singleton Oh, that's all right. I don't
regret it, old man !
Benedict But I do 1 Boston News.
BOTH NEEDED.
Fair Querist Husband, dear, are
there two "IV in business ?
Wideawake Husband Certainly there
are, my love. A man who goes into busi
ness with one eye is going to be badly
left. Pittsburg Bulletin.
MET HIM AT THE DOOR. .
Fred Did you find the old gentleman
out when you called to see his daughter?
Harry No, it was myself I found out.
POLITE.
Starboarder A very polite sneak
thief came into our house the other
night. I
Flatman Polite ?
Starboarder Yes. ' He lifted all the
hats he found in the hallway.
TREATING AND RETREATING.
" Your cheeks should mantle with the
blushes of shame when you think of your
retreat, General."
" Madame," said the Aide, " the Gen
eral's nose is the feature that shows the
effects of the re-treat." Truth.
SURE TO FIT.
" Oh, show me an engagement ring,"
Unto the clerk he cried,
And unto her a pledge I'll bring.
Who is to be my bride."
" What size," the clerk inquired, "will
do?"
." I do not know," wailed he,
; " Just what the measurement of Su-
San Jenkins' hand may be."
I " Do not despair, but take this band
' Ifind upon the shelf ;
I'm sure 'twill fit fair Susan's hand;
I used it once myself."
Washington Star.
IT HAS THAT EFFECT.
" Why do you suppose Miss Popular
is so giddy ? "
" She goes around so much." Truth.
i . -
ODDS.
When I see Wealth and Cupid
Run a bitter race,
, I'll bet on Cupid 10 to 1
For second place.
Truth.
ONLY RIGHT. 1
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" I love her, but I cannot marry her !
Not because her father was my father's
steward but she is wealthy and I am
not."
" But my dear fellow, by marrying her
you only get back what her father stole
from yours." ' (
"That's so. Guess I'll try it after
all." The Epoch.
JUST THE REVERSE.
"Ah ! " said a friend to a bank cashier,
whom he met hurrying to catch a train,
" going off for a rest ? "
" No ; to avoid arrest."
BOTH DEAD.
Visitor Tommy, what are you going
to be when you grow up?
Tommy (aged 10) A soldier.
Visitor But you will be in danger of
getting killed.
Tommy Who'll kill me?
Visitor Why the enemy.
Tommy Then I'll be the enemy.
A POINT IN HIS FAVOR.
Ethel I don't think I will ever care
anything for him.
Clarissa You don't?
Ethel No; he has never paid me a
compliment. I
Clarissa He is all the more entitled to
your respect. That shows that he is
truthful and conscientious.
IN A HURRY.
He (anxiously) What did your
father say?
She (sweetly) Nothing, except that
he would look you up and see if you had
enough to support a wife.
He Um my dear, hadn't we better
elope to-night? New York Weekly.
HARDER TO KEEP THAN A SECRET.
"I keep an umbrella at the office and
one at the house always," said Pompers,
"and am never taken at disadvantage by
a shower."
" You are luckier than I am then," said
Sophty. "I never can fceep one any
where." t
A REASONABLE SrCGESTJON
"I wonder where that storm ' th
Cant. 1 edg ha, W 2
so long? 1 r
"It s probably boon" postpone , n
count of the weather."
BOARDING-HOUSE PLE.K.ANTRIK..
"Bread is the staff of lift." oU,r,, ,
Mrs. Hashcm.
"Yes,"' remarked the n,nr U,ari,r
he wrestled with, a home-mado VfVJ.
"and I think this might be u,h1 t -f
tively for a club." American (mr. "
NOT DIS.COXCEP.TKD.
Secretary The people have tuml.l
to our $100 for $40 benefit" .ci,-tv. r.r. j
won t take an v more shares.
lrfident We'll soon fix that. V
lse them $200 for 40. Jhh1 N w
A DEFINITE DATE
"So you're five years
Well, when will vou be
old, N ;
"On my next birthday, sir!
SHE KNEW BETTER.
Jimpson People have boon 'tr-Viin
you, no doubt, I'm entirely to. "fast. '
Cora (yawning) Yes; " but 1 Uv;iM
never believe them. New York 11 rai l.
AN ORIGINAL SYSTEM.
"Fledgling is making himtlf ,.uitt
popular as an amateur phrenologist.
"Indeed! I thought phrenology ruth, r
a difficult thing to master." ' ,, f '
"Not under Fledgling's sy.U:n."
" What is his system?"
"Why, you see, he studies the char
acters of his acquaintances first and th a
tells them what kind of heads they have. '
New York Press. "
FOB THE SAKE OF jUIET.
"My daughter admired both law and
music, so I had her studv law."
"What impelled you to that choice?"'
"I think practicing law is quieter than
practicing piauo-playhig." Truth.
A TERRIFYING SUBJECT.
Blinks I saw a man turn pale nnd
tremble to-day at the mention of tie
American Navy.
Klinks Eh! Was he a foreigner?
Blinks No; he belongs to the marint s
and he can't swim. Good News.
' CUT OUT.
Mr. De Cutter Why this suuleri o.l
ness, Cla- I mean Miss Beauty? A
few days ago you allowed me to infer
that I had at last won your favor and
perhaps
Newport Belle That will do, Mr. De
Cutter. A new yacht has arrived in the
harbor, and it is ten feet longer than
yours. Good News.
A NOBLE FELLOW.
"What sort of a fellow is Jorkins?''
"Most considerate man in the world.
Why he even laughs at the circus clown s
jokes for fear of hurting hi$ feelings by
keeping quiet. Epoch. ' j "
, VERY PROBABLE.
Ethel I think Mr. Dauber admires me.
Clarissa I should't wonder, ijcar. He
told me the other day that he had a gre at
admiration for art. '
LOTS OF OFFERS.
Ethel I have had more than fifty
offers so far this season, j
Maud For the lands sake! Who
froml '.
Ethel From George.
SHOOK IT.
Doctor Did you shake the medicine
before taking?
Patient Certainly. It was too lute to
give it the shake after taking.
BOUND TO RISE.
The phrenologist. ran his hand- rapidly
over tho boy's head, reflected a moment,
and tried it again, but more slew! v.
"Well, professor," said the hoy'a
father, "what calling do you rind him
best fitted for?"
"Judging from his cranial, develop
ment," replied the phrenologist, break
ing it as gently as he could, "I think Le
would make a good parachute jumper.
Chicago Tribune. ,
Anthracite Coal.
One of the most .interesting mineral
discoveries in recent month?, ami hyar
the most significant in its ..pos-ihihti,
is that of the huge deposits ut anthra
cite coal recently visited by L. i
Howard of San Diego. Mr. Ilowarl 9
that the main operations how being car
ried oh are some miles from Ortiz, a town
on the Sonora Railway, between ller
mosilloand Guaymas. ;The enrosswo..
which is owned by a Mexican -.rni.any,
covers about 4,000,000 acre-. 1 he en,;
mous extent of the anthracite 'i
may be comprehended when it "a'?
that borings fifty miles apart huwj
coal. The diamond drill ha
through four veins, the fni t" --- . ,
feet, the . second four teet. tb.- t-.r
seven and one-half feet, and the .-n
the drill had penetrated twenty'
and was still working m coal. i u
is by actual test equal to 'V; t
high Valley product of authra
can be traced for many rmb- " ,
face, and the different l-rin- -
drill snow m - j -vtv (.r -:x
4MnWss. A railway- 7 . ,
-. ... 1 il rrin Tlllir -.lJ
ty-five miles will bring the o a
harbor of Guayrnas, and ;
tance is very ooth.r"
gineering obstacle,. J her3
fs' of the greatest VM:
nntrmiu. and m fact an u- . ,
i t. tn
arouna xne p, i x pnion.
nia. San Diego (CaULn
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