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A Riley Hobo.
When the crop is ou tbe Market and the omit is
in your seek,
And you hear the click and jingle of the key
turned in teeloelt,
Andethe (slinking of the " peonies " aud the
elanking of tied" tenet."
tbe grocers's:nem is paid tip °aid uo more leis
bill as sons;
OI R'S theu's the time a feller is a-feelinat his
best,
When be rises from his slipper, then downward
pulls his vest;
AS he =ekes his pipe in comfort, and then goes
and winds the (gook,
When the crop is on the market and the cash is
in his sock.
Tlterws something kind o' cheerful -like about the
farmer's eyes
When he knows the summer's over and he
doesn't have to rise
About the time the daylight's a-peoPite th.ro' the
gloom.
And work until the moon'a Mid the grain
that's all in bloom;
13ut, instead, he sorter calculates he'll hook old
'Buck" and " Jess"
To his cutter in the evenin' and put on his Sun-
day dress ;
Then go a-courtin' Lizer, with her apron and
new frock,
When tize crop is ou the market and the cash is
in the sock.
Qh, the lanskin' tied the stool -du' bees -the win-
ter's harmless tun;
The raspin' of the fiddle when the dancing is
begun:
The jingle of the sleigh -bells, your best vain the
sled ;
The kissin' and the huggin' when the old folks
are in bed ;
The roastin' of the chestnuts, ths neighbors
droppin' in;
The:eatin' of the apples, drinkin' elder from a
tin;
Oh, it stets my heart a-prancin' lik.., a struttin'
turkey -cock,
When the crop is on the market au I the cash is
in the sock,
-Thorseh ads Bozo°,
THE PRIMA D, MINA.
Thio is apparently conteadietory, but it
was so practically true that, at the the ten
yeere, I would wileingly have made a con-
tract to follow, implicitly, nay father's
slightest wish for the rest of my life,
absolutely assured that, in that very am, I
was sneering to ruyself n exietenoe of rm.
conditional freedom.
Ever the centre of the most brilliant
emaiety of Florence, my father lived a life
whines, according to the striatest Pharisee,
was fall of extravagant approaches to
excess ; but notlaiug seemed exoess in him.
The world wee just as subservient to his
physical and his moral es I to his rnental
moderation. His hand was uerved but
never shaken, his brain illumined but
never stupified by wine, though I am sure
that many a strong man has made a
wreck of himself with lees profligacy.
From my earliest ambition to be anything,
he was my mentor, my idol, my friend.
There was nothing which he did not know.
He taught me more of the wisdom
of the sages, more of philosophy, more
of all the acne/mail than did the able
tutors whom he had lavished upon me. He
Conversed with me in each of the modern
languages while I studied them, speaking
one as fluently as he did the other. He
guided my hand with the penoil, my eye
with the color, my heart with the inspire.
tion ; till at four -and -twenty years of age,
Florence, Italy, even Europe at large had
moognized my work. The ablest levities of
Paris were compering my productions
with those of my father, or, more properly,
the work that he did in his own studio with
that he did through me in mine; and, even
at that early age, I was reaping a
pecuniary benefit from art which a true
ortiet has labored f or through a long life
and lost, eimply from want of reoognition.
I might easily have been etatified by
fle,ttery but that two important facts were
ever present before me. In the first place, I
considered that enocess, unparalleled
emmess, was a foregone necessity with me.
He had said : "You will be the greatest
artist of the age " ; and I fat as sure of it
as of the sunrise. Then neither an art
critio nor customer was my criterion.
They might all say what they would, I did
not believe that I had really suaaeeded ;
for in other things my father would
praise 'withont restraint, but in art never.
It was juat as of old when he stood by the
wall. He would come into my studio, look
at my work and say " The knight is too
large. The tree is too small. The water is
green. This light is not good. The shadow
is bad. Anthony, you min do better."
It is true that as often as he said it I falt
as I did by the Rhine wall: that I could
have thrown the dust of the road after
hire when he went away. Bat the very
act would have been precisely the same as
it was then, a complete endorsement of his
opinion. Repudiating him, I agreed with
him ; repelled, I clung to him. What did
I care for all that the world might say in
praise of me if that were his verdict and
my own?
illy one criterion was to hear say that I
could do better. The was all that I sought
for, everything that I worked for; and stub
was the meagre reality of my apparent
devotion to art that I fully expected, so
soon as he said, to leave the studio, gee a
and canvas forever, and go directly back to
Mine, uever to touch a brash again unless
it were to please her while she sang to me.
We had not spoken Mina's name since
the day when we reached Florence. I felt
assured that my father hied long before
forgotten her very existence ; but to nae
she was as real as ever. It was not all the
uncertain reality that would inevitably
have mede a vehement, restless lover out
of the passionate crusader, for I was as
enre of Mina as I was of my own success in
art, eventually. Of course my Mina was
reline ; she was as much as mine as I was
hers, which was all in all. I could have
doubted the truth of the daylight, but I
could not have doubted Mina. Had I
known at the first how long it would require
me to remain in Florence, to perfeot my-
self, doubtless I should have taken some
way to let herienow of me ; but I realized
no more actual need of it than of nay being
perfect in anything but art to please her.
Sluggish, indeed, I thought would be the
stream that bore to her tidings that I
could still do better.
So the months grew into years and the
years went on, ever alluring me with the
prospect that eaela would be the last, ever.
going with the promise unfulfilled. The
anticipation of a future deprived me of the
power of appreoiating the preeent, and the
blindness of the present deprived me of an
ability to appreciate my own worthinees of
a falfilnaent, in the future, of that one anti.
tipation.
CHAPTER VII,
LEONORA.
On the tenth aoniversary of my arrival
in Florence, vehen I vvaa aboutt four -and.
twenty, I began a oonapoeition upon much
grander proportione than whiale 1 had
before .etempted. It was a lifemize figure
reclining upon snowy clouds while fleecy
mists lay in delicate, fitted drapery about
the eletraberer. I celled it " Sunribe,"
Upon snah a design I knew that, praati-
oally, I could forever do my best and for-
-ever feel that with a little more study and
a little mote care I could do hotter ; but
the very incongruity attritated me, and I
boa hailed the thought with a delight
which come:Maly motored in that very
feet. It was beneath mob, en apparent
iman"hlTty alone het I f it sunI thottld
find the Magic( sword which I mucee wear as
Italian= when 1 returned to my Mina, and
in ouch e task, therefore, lay the conqueet
*het I courted. Into it I threw life, We,
and the naednees of my ambition, with
recklese prodigality, at every stroke.
My model for the " $unrieo " wee the
moat beautiful being I hail ever imen. She
was Only a poor, eVern•dan Peetiatat girl, as
tlae world SSW her, loue, be' seene rat/aerie-
able fortums, almost providentially, I might
have thought, I was led to discover more
then Mat when, early one mornieg, I MO
her walking just outtidbe Romeo Gent
of Florence, while revolving in my mind
the growing fancy which ehould in time
develop into the " Sunriee."
She bad never been a mode, and it was
very difficult to persuade her to listen even
to the fleet arguments; but tlae longer I
talked with her the more infatuated I be-
came with her beauty, and the more detert
mined to seotire bet. At last, I suaceeded
in driving a wild bargain, offering more and
more hi pay until natural cupidity could
stand the strein no longer, and she con.
anted to try the experiment. She was by
far the most expensive necessity to figure
painting Whieh. I had as yet indulged in,
but she alo proved by far the Moat valua.
ble ; riot a nectesisy alone, but au absolute
luxury. She peeeeesed every natural greets
which could heve been bestowed upon
a women, end Added to these charms a
most unusuea ambition to devotes them to
the best advantage of the work upon which
I Was engaged.
A more patient model never posed. A
more generous good nature could not have
centered in one soul. A more delicate ma-
ostentatiouu MOMS of refiannent never
graced a (mien of wealth. If I had had no
ambition but the simple money value of
the picture I was painting, I should have
tried as hard to secure her as ray model, as
the only wornale I had ever seen, who was
in face and form and thought even, the
very personification of what I would see
upon the canvas, as the goddess of " San.
rise." if I were able to reproduce her.
My acquisition was a remarkable good
fortune in many ways. Pointing soon
assumed unrealized proportions of pleasure.
The consaionsness of drudgery disappeared;
even the sense of labor vanished, and the
vexation of ceaseless struggle to eradicate,
in the ideal, some ungainly feature which
was ever present in the real, and to add, in
the painting, higher parts of which nay
model broke no suggestion. I had ever
been trying to create from the degenerate
duet before me the image of God which
was ever in my heart; now, however, I had
secured a perfect model and suddenly
discovered the exquisite joy of being led on
where before I had been held back; the ex-
citement of a race to bring my own work
up to the reality; the inspiration which the
landscape painter feels when bending every
energy to reproduce, not what is vaguely
in himself, but the substance before him.
Doubtless such a dependence upon external
influence proved me less of a true artiet
than the world thought me; but I was in
no mood to stop for philosophy and, con.
tent to accept the inspiretion as it came, I
worked with Eitleh readiness and rapidity
that the end of three weeks, the "Sunrise
was almost completed.
There VMS another invaluable part which
my model developed. It had been no teak
for her to discover that I frequently fell
into disagreeable moods, when it wets int=
easier for nae to be the disaffected
philosopher then the enthusiastic artist.
No modal had bean long in observing that,
but ,Lsonore, alone had discovered the
secret governing those moods and getting
me out of them. I did not realize this at
first or I should have rebelled and have be-
come impervious, simply through a super-
abundance of unregenerated humanity in
me. I only cornprelaended it by slow
degrees, too slow for the outbreak of a re.
bellion, when I found rayself going to the
studio in the morning altogether out with
everything, resolved that I would not etay
there for an hour, only to come away at
noon grumbling that my father should have
set that limit upon my oonfinement at the
easel, end provoked that I could not be
allowed to paint all day. /t only dammed
upon me when I noticed Met instead of
sitting by the hour vacantly staring at my
model, stupidly wishing that something
wouli heppen to turn an ungainly angle
into a gracef al curve or take the whole
combination away from me entirely, I was
orgetting everything in the eagerness with
which I straggled to catch one line of
beauty after another, appearing like the
thoughts of a ready writer, faster than by
any possibility I could transcribe them. I
began to appreciate when I fonnd myself
searching constantly for topine that should
tempt my model to talk with me,and in
the care which I was ever exerting to
answer her gaestions, while I had so often
ignored them entirely in other modela.
The sound of her voice was like inspiring
mueic, never discordant, always appro-
priate, where many a time I had begged a
model to be quiet while I worked, and
thanked fortune if, when it were possible,
she fell asleep.
The morning had come when I had ex-
pected to put the finishing touches upon
the painting, but at breakfast my father
was unusually undemonstrative, which was
sufficient to dieooncert me for the entire
day. His quiet moods I intepreted as
signifioant of dissatiefaation, and they
were refleated in me, making me lees doubt.
fully sullen to the world. I was only a
mirror. Whatever he appeared to me in
any most sensitive perceptiona, I appeared
at large, only as a garbled and a painfully
distorted translation. When he seemed
thoroughly satified. I went out with a
smile to say : "You are a fine old world
toeley ! " When a frown appeared upon
his forehead and I had nothing tangible to
whicsh to attribute it, I curled a deeper
frown away with me, muttering: "Oh
vexing, spasmodic and morose old world
what have I to do with yon?"
It was not so much the result of love for
my father; for I seriously question if I
loved him at all. It wee unedulerated and
fanatic admiration. It was seeing in him
all that I would be if I could; all that I
could be if I should ever attain my ideal in
this world. It was upon the same principle
that I considered a perfect picture as my
ideal necessity in love, with Mina. I wee
just as eagerly, though unconsciously, try-
ing to produces nay father. His fe.ults-they
did not seem like fitults in him ; they were
only fascinations; attractive gildings ;
aubtle sparkles drawing the eye irresistibly
toward the man they could not mar. He
was master oe hie sins iciest as he was
reader of his art, of all, of everythirsg. He
did precisely as he would with us, although
to ourselves we each of no seemed running
our own little risk with Leine, however it
chanced to please ns best.
I had nevet before seen my father tipper.
ently so abstracted, and the result was that
I entered the studio that morning in as
sullen a Mood as ever in nay life. Leonora
wee waiting. She woe alweycl there ho.
bore the appointed hour. Sho alwaye did
everything a little better than ate could
expeot ; bat my only desire was to send
her away. I think she understood it at a
glance, for, before I could speak the words,
she WSS repeating an amusing bit of gossip,
about a fellow ratites, over which I laughed
in spite of myself. Then, withodt giving
me an opportunity to make a kepis', elle
wits in the Midst et et graceful compliment
which she had overheard, bestowed upon
one Of My paintinge thee had lately re.
caved the aietingahlheallealele tet te position
in *lee greet Genera.
While she Was talking 1 Meohanioally
drew the cover from the Pieture upon the
meal aud stood areamily looking et the
" Satirise ; to wondereng whet I should
do to mprove it, bet trying to plan with
myaelt how I should ermine to tell Leonora
that she was not wanted there, fleet day.
I had never wested much time in prepar,
ing enatenoes for my models before, lend it
veaed me that 1 bonneted now. The deiey
was dangerous, too for she only mend
apealeiug long enough to meet upou me one
searching glanoe, as it to discover how far
elm had succeeded in tt000mPleshirle her
end and how much of a task lay before her,
when she continued:
44 0 Signor, I have eomething more to
tell you that is Very important." She
paused for a unwind, looking at me in a
peculiar way, and edderi "11 you frown
like that, I shall know that you are angry
at what I tell you. I am not meaning to
take up your time with my gobbling; no,
indeed, Signor; for this is very, very
important, or I would not dare to say a
word, you look so cross. You will say it is
important when you hear it. Then I will
be ready for you in an instant, and I
will keep perfectly still all the morning;
yes, I will even try to go to sleep, if I aen.
I feel very sure, sometimes, that you wish I
would, for I see it iu yeur eyes and I hear
about it everywhere. I met one of your
old models the other day. She saw ma
corning out of the studio and guessed what
I was, and so she walked down the street
with rue and asked rue all about you; bat
she told me a great deal more than I told
her. She said that you were cross to her
sometimes, and that once you told her to
take poison if she could not keep quiet any
other way, and that another time meows
her extra pay beoause she gen asleep and
did not disturb you. Bat really, Signor,
this that I have to tell you is something
that you ought to know, and when you have
heard it, if you will only stop frowning
long enough for then I will not speak
another word; no, even if I have to take
poison to go to sleep."
While she was epeaking Leonora had re.
moved her gloves and loosened her hair.
She was unwinding her bright girdle,
stepping slowly backward toward the little
dressing room, arranged by a series of
screene, for the models, at the end of- the
studio, just behind the wicker divan, stand.
ing upon a low platform where they posed.
I wets still sullenly looking at the picture,
vexed that, even for a moment, my model
was apparently having her own way with
me, and determined more than ever that I
would not paint that day, no matter how
persistently she might try to make me.
She did not show it, however, if sheweere
at all disturbed by my indifference and
failure to respond; but while her hands
where mechanically looeing her garments
for very speedy removal and her feet very
slowly bearing her to the dressing room,
ehe continued:
"Signor, it was yesterday, alter you
went home. I knew that the door was
looked, so, before I dressed, I went to look
at the picture. I saw myself in the
mirror there and saw how much better yoa
were making me than I really am. Oh, it
W08 so much improved by yesterday's
work. I could not have believed that so
muoh could have been the result of a single
day. I forgot that 1 wae looking at a pic-
ture of myself, it was so much more beau-
tiful, and I looked so long that I was more
than a half hour later than mud in
going home. I was behind the screen,
almoet dreseed, when your father unlooked
the door and oeme in. I am sure that
the great Signor Carlo had never in
hie life painted anything --a ems,
tifal than that, except it Was
that the niodel was more beautiful;
and I am sure that he thought se too. • I
could tell it by his face, for your know I am
a woman, Signor, and I peeked through
the crack in the aoreen. I have always
seemed to feel that Signor Carlo did not
like me very =oh. I knew that he thought
that I had gone home and that he would be
very much better pleased to be alone, so I
kept perfeatly still and he never knew that
I was there. He stood for a long time be.
fore the painting, almost as long as I had
stood before it; then he began moving his
hand so " :
Involuetarily then, I looked up. She
had thrown off her outer garments, uncov-
ering her arm, and, as she pawed in the
act of unloosiug the bands ardand her
waist, she turned her hand in a graoef al
curve, explaining her words, and continued:
"At last he said : ' I believe it would be
better if it were bent a little, as if parting
the mists.' Then wben he weat away, I
came right oat and looked at the picture
again to see what he meant, and the all
afternoon I was pratising it before my
mirror, BO SS to be sure that I was ohow-
iug you jast right about it, in the =ening:"
Much against my will I had followed her
words and watched the explanation and was
sullenly etensidering he effect, when she
added:
"See, Signor, this is the way of it" ; and
hastily throwing off the little vest, ehe
placed herself in the old position upon the
divan, only changing the arrangement of
the hand by a slight inclination of the palm.
Utterly unconscious of all my solemn deter-
mination, I (tried in eastaoy :
"Don't move, Leonora Don't moye
That is marvellous!"
She bad conquered. I saw the smile of
triumph in her eyes, as, without waiting to
remove either hat or overcoat, I seized my
brushes, and, ha,stly preparing the
materials, I began to paint with passionate
eagerness, lest I should lose that sudden
inflection, forgetful that Leonora had been
practieing it all the afternoon before, at her
mirror, that she might be sure that she
was showing me "just right" in the morn.
ing.
The change was namely perceptible in
itself, but the improvement upon the whole
impression was fabulous. It altered the
entire sentiment where I had more than
once felt that eomething was looking; but
just what and how to right it I could not
oonceive.
One would have hardly expeated a
model to take each intelligent thought," I
said to myself., as I glenced from the
canvas to ostoh the shadow of a tapering
finger, but looked, instead, into those great
black 'eyes, fall of fire, fastened ripen me.
For an instant ray heart stood atilt. Then
I weal again laboriouely tranefering the
ehadow to the canoes. But the strange
thrill had by no means paned away.
Studiously I bent over the picturenot
daring again to lift my eyee. More care-
fully than ever I examined the painting,
trying to fix my thoughts) more upon it
than upon my model; but theta was not
even a shadow there that was original.
The position, to „the minutest detail, had
hem little by little the suggestion of my
fether ; and tine peoduotion, so far as it
went, Leonora; jaet as 1 saw her before
me; just as she lay upon the cushions,
only that I had not done the reality
jaetice.
Those eyes 1 Had I painted tlaetn ? The
pe, jag* lifted by a Emile, from pearly teeth I
Had I prodtioed them? That wealth of
hair, glistening like e eavenee plumage,
clinging &bone the shoulders; and fonaling
the enowtwhite breaat ! Was it as upon
ashe °semis ? The seal, the life, the thought,
te
*he fire wbiob thrtebbed in every line and
feature, whish thrilled me even as I Weed
my Mem to it ! Was it all there when I
turned away from Leouora to the canvas
upon the eapel 2 No! Without welting
for gay fether'e verdant 1 letteve thee I could
do better. .
I frowned aa I worked, A brush did not
please nee. 1 engrily broke it and threw
the pieces upon the floor. Then, ashamed
of mutt a demonetretion, X unveiteingly cast
quiok gleam toward Leonora, only to
roalize a etrange shook in the discovery that
oho was weepiug.
" Leonora I exclaineed.
"It is nothing, abeolutely nothing, Sig-
nor," she replied, hastily bruehing the teem
away. "duet for a momeot I wee foolish;
that was all. The flea of the Seenriee '
were finiehed long ago, and are ever so =oh
more beautiful than all the smilee in the
world could make mine. Yon did not need
nay eyea to.day, Signor, eo I was careless
about them. Dont look at me in thet way.
What did it meteor that jrat for 0110e there
should be tears in them? Eveey wornan
cries sometimes, I puppose."
"Ib does liot matter 2or the painting,
Leonora," I replied," but I have been too
slow over Mies little change. 1 have tried
you and you would not tell me. Yon are
not well, but you did not oonfese it. That
ia so and I am sorry. You were right when
you said that I was croes. There 1 No
more today. Toenorrow we will finish it;
then we will take a little vacation before we
begin on anything else."
"No, no, Signor; do not stop, "she said
nervouely. I am not tired. You must
finieh to -day all that you need with me,
tor I am not coming here again."
"Not coming again 2 ' exelaimed,
starting to my feet. "Why, Leonora., you
are miming alweys I"
"1 am never coming here again, Signor,"
she replied, looking etestelily into in eyes.
"11 you were anyone else in all the
world, Leonora," I said in atonishment, "1
should think yon were playing some naodel's
trick upon me for more pay. I know that
you are not, but never mind, you shall have
more pay without asking. How muoh
would you like 2 "
If I could have painted those oyes NB
they looked at me, then, I could et least
have made a Nemesis that would have
been my life'e masterpiece ; as from her
loosened belt she caught a little puree and
threw it fiercely across the floor. With a
shudder I thought of tlae torrent of Italian
curses which muat follow nude an outbreak.
Of all the women of the world, the Italian
is pre-eminent in the manipulation of fierce
itivectives, and I knew at that moment that
no woman of Italy could approach the
beautiful Leonora, when her anger was
aroused. Possibly Leonora realized the
fact. She may have read ray expectation
in my eyes ; for, suddenly, every expres-
sion in her face changed completely. The
vele lips parted in a trembling smile, and
with a quivering sigh lifted the glossy heir
as it nestled upon the breest, while a gentle
voice, f all of Italian melody replied :
"Signor Anthony, you are wrong. There
is all the naoney that yon hevo ever peed
me. Pll none of it. And were all the
world to give, Signor, you could not buy
Me for one more day."
I stood for a moment, not venturing to
reply. Then, almoet timidly, I said :
"Leonora, I am sorry that I offended
yon ; will you not forgive me 2 "
Without lifting her eyes from the floor,
she replied ;
"Except about the money, Signor, you
have never been unkind, and you did not
mean that. I know that you did not, and
I have nothing to forgive."
"Wilt on come again as nenal " I
heed -with an eagerneee that vexed me.
"I will never come again," she said,
almost as quietly and gently as though she
had promieed to return, instead.
"Theo, Leonora, I have offended you
and you will not forgive. You have not
told me truly."
"Signor," she replied, "it is not well that
I should toll you more;
but if I must then
it is because I must. The great Signor
Carlo does not like me, does not wish me
here. That is all and it is enough."
"lily fe,ther to/a you that ? " I cried.
"Has he been rude to you ? "
"Signor, Signor Anthony, you know that
your father has never spoken to me," she
said; "if he had, he is a man who would
not know how to be rude, even to a model."
Her courtesy rebuked my disrespect and
I answered more moderately :
"Yon are mistaken, Leonora. You have
misjudged him. I will ask him in some
way, right here before yore and you shall
know that you are miataken. fie Beall
convince you of it himself."
"1 am not mistaken, Signora," elm re-
plied, "Your father would not be rude,
but he would not deny it."
"You are judging from his face," I in.
slated. "He very often looks that which
he is not. Yon said that I was cross and
frowning this morning and you were quite
right about it ; but you were not so foolish
as to think it was heamse I did not like
you, Leonora." The involuntary ecoent
which I placed upon the last pronoun dia.
turbed me.
"That is sophistry, Signor," she said,
smiling through her tears. "1 cannot
argue with you, but I know what I ant
saying, for yesterday, as he stood beside
the painting, I watched hie face. I like it.
I always look at his eyes when he comes in
and talks with you. They are wonderful
eyea. Even when he frowns his face
is never unkind. Bat I never saw him
look as he did yesterday. I never sew hie
face so sad before. He shook his head and
amid : "Poor boy I He is painting her with
his heart. When he discovers it I pity
him." Signor, yon know Met I am here
against my will. Yon know that I have
only tried to do ray dray, and you know
why I am going. Yee, I am going. Sigraor I
It is his step! For his sake be painting!"
she added, hurriedly.
I had never had a thought or eentiment
that I would not have unveiled in its entirety
to my father, and if he had stood in the studio
beside me at that moment I am sure that I
would have spoken precisely as I did. Yet,
when I recognized his step in the outer
room and knew that he wee coming, I
dropped in oonfasion and cowardice upon
my stool and lifted my palette and brush.
(To be Continued).
lllies Serena Rhinelander has a yearly
income of $75,000 in dear mtg. A large
slice of it goes into the treasury of Trinity
and another portion is set aside to gatisfy
the denaands of her many private pen-
sioners.
A imam SOB A DAY.
Take a little dash of water cold
And th little leaven of prayer,
And a little bit of morning g91.1
Dissolved in the morning air.
Add to your raeal SOMO merriment
And a thought for kith and kin,
And then, as your prime ingredient,
A plenty of work thrown in.
But spice it all with the essenee of love
And a little whiff of play,
Let a wise old book and a gimlets above
Complete the Well -made day.
Farmer Peastrent--Well, eon, whet did
you kern at college? Son -I lee,enea to
fence, for one thing, Farmer Peastraw-
That's good ; I'll get some nails to•Morrow,
and we'll have a bout.
•
A $0,00o
A Cam) of Jewelry Oets Into the Hoods of
the emstoms People.
There arrived in Toronto a few days
ago Samuel Close, a middle.aged Englieh.
man, and his pretty wife, a petite blonde.
They went to the Empress Hotel, et Young
and Gould streete, where they yet remain,
Since their arrival Close has made Many
unsumusseful efforts to diesposse of large
quantity of jewelry thet he had in his
poeseasion by absolute vale, it is fetid,
elk/lough he himself deniee that he intended,
to do !nor° than pledge the valualnes as
trnourity for a loan. The last man be inter,
viewed, he says, wee C. XL Henderson, the
Young street auctioneer, whom he called
upon on Friday. Mr. Henderson etskea
him a great many questions and then re-
quested him to cell on Saturday, by which
time he would have thought the matter
over. On Seturdey Acting Collector of
Customs Douglas and Customs Officer B.
Anderson went to the Emprese Hotel, and
after interrogating Close as to bow the
jewelry had got into Canada without pay-
ing duty seized the gouda on the ground
that the owner had defrauded the automat
They took them down to the Custom House
and stowed them away in the vault. The
amount that should have been nolleated on
them would have been about 51,000. Mr,
Douglas valnee the jewellery at edema
05,000. Clue, who lives in New York,
came to Canada by way of Buffalo and
Suspension Bridge, end it is seated that he
evaded the customs antherities at the latter
point by conoealing the jewelry under the
seat occupied by his wife and himself.
Irrigation in Australia.
Auetralia has in her west pastoral areas
sources of wealth as greet mid more per-
manent them those of ber mines. Already
she has nearly 100,000,000 of elaeep, which
in the mild affiliate end under the smuny
sky of the country require no ehelter
throughout the year, semi no food beyond
what they eat on the open plains. It is
true that tlie sunny elsy may oherme 50 a
sky of brass, and that drought is the aread
of the Australian ehepherd, herdsman and
farmer. Occasionally there is a suceession
of dry seattons, and then 'sheep have per-
ished by millions and cattle by thonsends
on the more remote stations. To inaster
recurring droughts is the greet problem of
Australia's inland future. Here, as else-
where, nature challenges mards free ad.
vanoe, and places some special obstacle
in his way. Anstraliane are faoing their
teak with energy, confieence and
the promise of melon success.
They hew learned the art of drawing
wealth even from scrub land of whieli a
single sheep requires several acres for ite
support. Irrigation works on a large
scale have been begun in Victoria and
South Auetralia. The storage of water in
reservoire is being carried out in a lerge
way by muniaipttlities and private com-
panies Throughout New South Wales
and Qaeeneland tbe boring of artesian
wells has met with satisfactory Gumless.
Once given the carte/in means of carrying
the flocke and herds through the occasional
periods of drought, there Bee= no limit to
the pastoral capeoity of suoh immense
provinces as New South Wales and Queens-
land. With completed systems of irriga.
Hon Australia promises to become one of
the greatest grape and fruit growing
countries in the world. The many diffi-
culties with which men are confronted on
this great continent are more then matched
by its wonderful poseibilities.--George R.
Parkin, in Century.
... ARMOUR, C. J. '
Brantford -Tuesday „ .... 10th March
Guelph Tuesday... ...... ......17th March
Berlin Tuesday 04th March
Tuesday ......... --net March
Monday— ...... ...6th April
Thursday ..9th April
Monday lttth April
Monday . . . ..20th April
ROSE, J.
Brockville— ... . .. Monday Oth March
Cornwall Tuesday 17th March
Kingston Monday 23rd March
Napanee Monday '30th March
Picton Monday.— ......... 6113 April
Belleville Monday.- ...... ...13th April
Whitby Monday 07th April
Cobourg Monday 4th May
FALCONBRIDGE, J.
Woodstock. . Monday Oth March
St. Thomas Monday 16th March
Walkerton ...... ...... on ay 23rd March
London..' -.. ......... .Monday 30th March
GoderichMoo day......... 13th April
Sarnia Monday 20th April
Chatham Monday . 27th April
Sandwich Wednesday 6th May
^
Spring Assizes, 1891.
Stratford
Simcoe
Cayuga,
Welland
Hamilton
DIAoMexcoll, J.
Barrie Monday-- . 0ttliMa,rnehn
M
Owen Sound onday 2.3a March
Lindsay Monday .. . 80th March
Peterboro'
6th April
11Mloonnddaayy...
Perth
Pembroke... Tuesday 123"Cl
slit April April
L'Orignal Monday.. 2Tth April
Ottawa Thursday 30thApril
STREET, J.
Toronto -Civil
Monday ...... Oth March
T oCrt -Criminal
Court Monday l
20th Apri
Miltonoounrto
Monday ...alth April
Brampton... Thursday... 30th April
St. Catharines......Monday
Orangeville Monday il 4th tn MayMay
Chancery Spring Circuits, 1891.
FrBiaosly, C.
Oth March
Monday.MondaHBimaracileton23rd March
lot April
Si. CatharinesWednesday
lOtla April
Brantford
Guelph Thursday 16th April
Owen Sound Monday 20th April
Woodstock Vilednesda,y 8th April
Barrie Wednesday ...... .....16th April
Lindsay. Monday 4th May
Peterboro' ...... ....... Friday 8th May
Stratford Thursday 14th May
Whitby Monday ist June
RODERTSON, J.
Toronto Monday lith March
St. Thomas Thursday 16th April
Walkerton. .. Wednesday 22nd April
London Monday 27th April
Goderich Monday llth May
Sarnia Monday 18th May
Chatham / Thursday • 21st May
Sandwich ..7 Monday . ,. lat June
11,1minnim, J.
Cobourg Monday Oth March
Belleville ...Friday 13th March
Ottawa Thursday 19th March
• Monday 20th April
Friday 24th April
Tueeday.... ..,28th April
Brockville
Cornwall
Kingston
Refused to be Lied About.
A gay young married woman of Cairo,
Illinois, was sauntering homeward the
other night when a young man coming up
with her took her arm wed volunteered to
esoort her. She repelled him and blabbed
that it Wail a young married neighbor. He
denied. She cornered burs in his own home
before his yortog wife. He denied again.
She jerked forth a horsewhip. Ile grabbed
her, took her elevens his knee, spanked her
soundly, looked her in a room and sent for
her husband. to vvhona he turned her over
as eflghtly off mentally.
•........0.1•••••••••••••n*
General von Braun commieted suicide at
Berlin yeeterday,
eI al waye etert my fire with the Pazoo,"
said the editor of the caution. Why do you
do that ?" "Ito editorials are highly in-
flammable, and its affidavits save the ex-
pense of a blower."
The Prince Edward Island Legislature
is summoned to meet on Thursday, March
26th,
trB::lAI°1::7i.
Who Wae ee:eedFr0m111. Writing
Offensive Utters in %%is Oity.
Thevralieineooinh
fofPoltioiea henitlybeo? cand:170d4o
thece
Lt
Patrick Clifton Pritohard, who eirsee &rely.
ing here lege than a week ago has been
amusing himself by writing offensive and
insulting letters to the police, to the tuagia.
trate and to private individuale in leuffetto
who befriended him while there, A vveek ago
Prichard was.givat tlae,, option of getting
out 01 Buffalo iu an hour and a half or ot
going to the workhouse. Mr. Burehant„
oe tne Vi.wahraomofthtehera 1.1,13noainsixoniCldltl,haiovfteelipartagigetdsr:
laid an infortnetion against him.. Since
coming to Hamilton the fellow has hem
writing offeneive lettere to Rev. Melville
Boyd, who conduoted the minders. et ()lariat
Church Cathedral, Rev. E. M. Bland and
others, and has even addressed the Chief de
Police. Pritohard attended a service in
the Cedhedral end dropped an insulting
letter in the offertory plate. Subsequently
he wrote to Ildr, Boyd re the collection. A
posteaript to his letter read as follows;
P. S. -Differences between and results of air.,
1.3oyd's actual begging and obtaining and Ur.
trichard's alleged begging: Mr. Boyd has a
large and assured income; ter Pricbard. lest
satuaily and veritably starving for bread and
bad no place the night to sleep in. He was Sent
to Mr. Kitson and got one dollar and was told
he could have no more. This dollar was ail
he ever bad or asked from Christ's followers.
and all he ever would accept now. Mr. Boyd.
got bg a
babelgy8r20o r 10 0 dollars. Who was the
sn
To auothor letter the man added the
following postscript :
Two of the most brazen-facedaconndrels intim
way of begging I ever met are your neighbor, Do
Witt Talmage and Mr. Joseph (he calls hinaselt
doctor). CityTemple, London. These two men;
"take the buiscuit" as two arch -imposters. Gen-
eral Booth IS smarter than either, but I think
13ooth is sincere.
Chief McKinnon had Pritchard on the
carpet and gave him a warning on Satur-
day, but since then be has written to the
Chief. He is an Englishman about 40
years old, 5 feet 7 Melees high, and weare
moustache. He ie from London, endpoints
as a journalist and expert aocountant.
Baby's Education.
Direet mental habits may he formed
even in the youngest children. A baby not
yet old enough to walk should be subject to
an orderly end systematic course of train-
ing. In the tender years,when the indefinite
is becoming definite to the pure thought of
a child, the greatest of care should he exer-
cieed. Sarah E. Wiltse gives an interesting
example iu the case of a very young child
and a watch: "A. baby recently touts my
watch, and, as a,matter of coarse was essboalt
to carry it to her month. I said, Not
mouth, ear,' putting the watch to
my ear, and then to hers. She undoubt-
edly caught the sound, and after a few
efforts could carry the watch to her own
ear, to her mother's, her sister's and mine,
taking evident delight in the attempted
order involved in giving each a turn.
There was evident difficafity in overcoming
the mueoular tendency to carry the watch
to her own mouth, the little hands flour-
ishing about in a bewildered way when
attempting this feet, but making mu.*
more direct and free movements When
seeking the ear oE another; in the letter
she was, of course, aided by the presenta-
tion of the ear. It would have been a
mental injary to the child had we puzzled
her by presenting the month, or distraoted
her attention by presenting the cat for her
to stroke." -The Kindergarten (Chicago) for
February.
Win. gendrie's New Deal.
The transfers lest week in Efichigett
avenue property will easily figtiee up' to
over $400,000, the principal eale itt this
direction being the Ten Eyck° farm of 600
acres to a syndicale °imposed of George
and Streatham Hencirie and Cameron
Carrie, of Detroit, and Wm. Hendrie, of
Hamilton, Ont This farm lies on both
sides of Michigan avenue, and has about a
mile and a half of frontage on the Rouge
River and about the sameton the Micshigan
Central Railroad. A. portion of the farm
is still in a primeval condition and rises
gradually from the river bank, raskinetn it
Otto of t'ne grendest places for subdividing
Requiter° in the viciaity of Detroit. The
deal was made through Edward I. Samson,
who also sold the Franklin Moore farm
for Jemea B. McKay. This farm consists
of 190 acres and fronts on the south bank
of the Rouge, directly opposite the Ten
Eycke Sem. It is out through by the
South Dearborn and aleo by the River
Rouge road. -Detroit News.
The Law and tlae not Machines.
If you drop a niakel with a striug at-
teched, keeping the end of the airing in
your hand, have yon really dropped the
coin? An Iowa judge has decided in the
affirmative. An ingenious youth in that
State tied a thread to a nickel, dropped the
nickel in a slot machine, got what he
wanted; Men, withdrawing the nickel by
the thread, repeated the operation until he
had nand° a clean sweep of the receptacle's
contents. He was Arrested on a charge of
theft, but the judge who tried him held
that he had committed neither burglary,
larceny nor robbery, nor even obtained
property under false pretences. He had
merely done what the ineoription on the
machine told him to do -drop a nickel in
the slot -and had kept on doing it. Nothing
was amid about leaving the eoin where it
ewes dropped. This deciaion will probably
abate a nmeance.-Chicago Journal.
One Humane Driver.
One day during the winter a fine -look -
lag horse attached to a grocer's wagon fell
down in the middle of a slippery pavement.
The driver did not jump down and belabor
the animal with a club as most driven
would have done. He did alight from his
waggon and loosen the harmers upon the
horse. Then he took from the, waggon a
lap robe and spread it upon the slippery
pavement near the fallen horse's feet. The
intelligent animal did not mistake tho
mute suggestion. He eyed the robe for a
moment, then he edged around until kis
feet were upon it. With an effort he
etruggled to an upright position and then
lifted his feet while the the driver picked
up the robe. -Our Dumb Animals.
Mrs. H. M. Stanley was somewhat
astonished at the opportunities for thee
etude, of anatomy which were afforded in
Boston drawing rooms. She said ".&t
a drawing room in season you would not
find any Englieh lady as low out ate wo
saw in Boston daring our stay. Moat of
the anatornioal exhibitions were pro-
nounced ' gale° good,' but others were, in
American enaphasiet simply feerfale "
TIMMS.
" What are kisses, little maid?"
A lover once enquired. ,
" HiStleS, ter I" the maiden said,
Then paused to be inspired.
" YO ens te, al is Oil ic a a es iarr9laorvee giarimf :Id, in g 8%1°1116
And when liPs close together meet -
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" oh, eheso are Mena, sir!" she mid.
A gentleman in England, through Bishop
Baldwin has presented Bt. Iohn's Clantok,
Belle River, with 6 csbeque for li3,000.