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MISCE LLANEOU READING
OR AVE AND OTHEIt!�+`IS4:.
Reading For The Family Circle, Both
Interesting and ProStabie To All.
9. Child's Thanlrsgivin>•
Dear little child sitting with folded hands
And down -bent head, anti blue eyes full of
dream,
Wandering and puzzled how to understand
Just what these words, •'Praise" and
Thanksgiving," mean,
Say, sha11I try to help you. Tell me then
What you life best of ail things. Is it play,
Hiding among the roses, and again
Laughing and chasing all the summer's day ?
Is it the quiet hour on mother's knee
In the warm firelight, when the day is done?
Or that still dropping into sleep, when she
Lays in soft bed her drowsy little one ?
Is it the book whose pages charm your eye ?
Is it the sound of music in your ear?
Is it the sister or brother tie
The joy of every day, delightful, dear?
Then, darling, listen. Each and all of these—
,.. The eyes that read, the buoyant limbs that
leap,
The muse bresthine from the ivory keys.
The cheering fire -light and the restful sleep ;
The merry love which makes your happiness,
The tender love, unfailing deep. and broad,
Which is never too tired to unfailing.,
and bless,
Yes, even mother is a gift from God!
Each separate thing He gives and each is His.
He knows each little want and wish and need ;
And kinder than the tenderest parent is
That mighty wisdom which is Love indeed.
This is the day chosen and set apart
For us to count the good gifts He has given,
And for each blessing. with a grateful heart
To thank the gracious Father up in heaven,
The mighty chords are made up of little strings,
Each voice has part in the great chorus clear ;
And so. dear child, happy in childish things,
Say " Thank you," softly, and the Lord will
hear.
Samantha Allen at the World's Fair.
There wuz some little pictures there
about six inches square, and marked.:
Little Picters for a Child's Album.
And Josiah sez to me, "I believe I'll
buy one of 'em for Babe's album that I
got her last Christmas."
Sez he, "I've got ten cents in change ;
but probable," sez he, "it won't be over
eight cents."
Sez I, "Don't be too sanguine, Josiah
Allen."
Sez he, "I am never sanguinary with-
out good horse sense•to back it up. They
throwed in a chromo three feet square
with the last calico dress you bought at
Jonesville, and this hain't over five or
six inches big."
"Wall," sez I, "buy it if you want
to."
"Wall," sez he, "that's what I lay out
to do, mom."
So he accosted a Columbus Guard that
stood. nigh, and sez he : "I'm a-goin' to
buy that little Pieter, I want to know if
1 can take it home now in my pocket?"
"That picter," sez he, "is twenty thou-
sand dollars. It is owned by the Getman
National Gallery, and is loaned by
them ;" and sez he, with a ready flow of
knowledge inherent to them guards,
"the artist, Adolph Menzel, is to Ger-
man art what Meissonier is to the
French. His pictures are all bought by
the National Gallery, and bring enor-
mous sums."
Josiah almost swooned away. Nothin'
but pride kep' him np. I didn't say
nothin' to add to his mortification. Only
I simply said :
"Babe will prize that picter, Josiah
Allen."
And he sez, "Be a fool if you want to ;
I'm a-goin" to git sunthin' to eat." Anal
he hurried along at a. dog -trot.
Old Age and Matrimony.
When he was considered quite an old
man, James Lord Balcarres, went to stay
with old. Lady Keith. There were a
number of young ladies in the house,
and before he arrived Lady Keith said to
them, "Now, there is this old gentleman
doming to stay, and I particularly wisli
that you should all endeavor to make
yourselves as pleasant to him as you
ca'a." They all agreed to do so, but a
Miss Dalrymple said, You may all do
What you like, but I'll bet you anything
that you please that I'll make the old'
gentleman like me the best of us ails'
nd so she did, she made him perfeetl
devoted to her all the time he was there
yet,when he asked her' to ma.: him she
luhed in his face. Xg rd Balerres was
exceedingly crestfallen, but, when he
went away he made a will settling every
thing he could upon Miss Dalrymple.
Somehow, she heard of this, and said:
"Then, after all, he must really care for
me, and 1 will marry him, and she did.
He was fifty-eight then, but they lead
ten children.
A LITTLE QVER'QOS.ED.
Be Swallowed immense Quantities of
Pellets.
"Great .Scott; Foster, is it really
you?"
"Certainly it's me . or I, which ever
you choose. " '
"Do you know I hardly recognized
you? Have you been. sick?" '
"Not exactly. You haven't seen me
for three years, have you? I've lost
fifty pounds - being nreducingfor two
years."
"Reducing?"
"Why,' yes. Two years ago I put my-
self under the pare of a homeopathic
physician to be treated for obesity. He
began by giving me small pills, eight
pills at a dose, dose every hour. I have
not done anything for twoyears except
to count pills, I wake up in the night
to find myself saying One, two, three,"
and so on. I take pills the first thing in
the morning and the last thing at night.
There are small pills scattered loose in
the bureau drawers and I can find them
in. my pocket. It's become such a matter.
of habit with me that I don't have to
look at the clock. On the stroke of the
hour out comes the little bottle and I
find myself dropping eight pills into the
palm of my hand., The pills have done
the work, but I don't believe I can break
away from the habit. How many of the
things do you suppose I have taken.?
Just for fun the other day I made an
estimate -eight at a dose, an average of
sixteen doses a day, and 365 days in the
year. Here are the figures "
With these words the emaciated man
submitted the following :
ib doses.
8 at a dose.
128 in one day.
365
640
768
884
46,720 in one year.
2
93,440 in two years.
No wonder he lost forty pounds.
Upon What the Success of a Church De-
pends
Churches, like families, may radiate
an atmosphere that is genial, cheerful
and hope -inspiring, or depressing and
gloomy. Very much of the success of a
church. in attracting hearers to its serv-
ices, and in influencing a community,
depends upon its possessing this spirit.
Anything that contributes to making the
prevailing tone of chrrehservices, of the
Sunday school and of the prayer meeting
cheerful and genial is not to be despised.
The day for dark, ill -ventilated and un-
tidy houses of worship has long since
passed. We doubt if it ever existed. A.
church building need not be an expbnsive
or elaborate structure, but it should in-
variably have the air of brightness and
cleanliness that, in private houses, we
associate with good housekeeping. We
need educated sextons as much as trained
men and women in any work that de-
mands skill and a good ideal. And no
congregation can have too good music.
It should be the best within command.
Gospel hymns are excellent in their place,
but the churches need something richer
and truer than they. The great harmo-
nies horn of the reformation,_ and of the
musical genius of God -endowed men are
not too good for the village congregation.
No one who has ever attended a Protest-
ant church in Germany can fail to be im-
pressed with the enormous losses our
American worship incurs through lack
of a high ideal of what church music
should be.
Bixby was Calm.
One of the Bixby children was seized
with a fit of croup the other night. Bixby
heard the little fellow's labored breath-
ing, and bounding clear over footboard
of the bed, yelled "Group !" in about the
same voice that the escaped idiot yells
"Fire ;" at the theater.
Then he tried to put his trousers on
over his head, but finally got them on
wrong side out, and tore into his shirt
with it wrong side in front.
"Jump !" he screamed to his wife,
"there isn't a second to loose! . Get the
syrup of squills ! Put on a tub of hot
water 1 Give him something to drink !
Get hot flannels on his chest instantly !
Hurry ! hurry ! Don't lie there doing
nothing while the child is choking to
death! Fly around!"
Mrs. Bixby is one of those meek but
eminently sensible and practical little
women who never get a tenth part of the
credit for the good they do in this world.
While Bixby was racing up and down
stairs, declaring that nobody was doing
anything but himself, Mrs. Bixby quietly
took the little sufferer in hand.
"Do something quick !" screeched Bix-
by as he upset a pan of hot water on the
bed and turned a saucer of melted lard
over on the dressing -case. "Here, some-
body, quick !" he yelled. "Can't any-
body do a thing but me? Run for a doe-
tor, some of you. Give the child some
more squills. Is there anything hot at
his feet? Give him aconite. He ought to
have a spoon of oil. If he don't get re-
lief instantly he'll die, and here there's
nobody trying to do a thing but me !
:Bring him. some warm water with a little
soda in it. He ought to have been put
into a hot bath an hour ago. Heat up
the bath -room ! What's on his chest ?
Great heavens ! has the child got to die
because no one will do a thing for him !"
Mrs. Bixby quietly and unaided bringe
the child around all right and sits with
him until daylight, after she had quieted
Bixby down and got him to bed.
And next morn ing he has the gall to
say at the office: One of taylittle chaps
nearly died with the croup last night,
and I had mighty hard work bringing
him around all right, but 1 did, after
working like a Trojan all night. It's a
terrible disease and scares women nearly
to death. They fly all to pietas right off.
A person wants their wits about them.
You want to keep perfectly cool and not
fool away a secondin hysterics. That's
where a, man has the advantage in man-
aging a ease of croup. It's mighty lucky
that I was at home to take my little chap
in hand."
Anecdotes of the Itattlefeld.
It is somewhat strange that E'ranee, the
nation, of hot blood, should have pro-
diced a long lino of generals who showed
the eoanpletest sang froid onthe field, of
battle'. Napoleon sometimes assumed. a
certain ardor, but nothing could excite
him if he did not choose to get excited.
The anecdotes of his exposure, of his fear-
lessness when in the presence of death,
and the marvellous effect that his bra-
very and coolness had upon his men have
been told and retold until they aro famil-
iar to all, Murat, Napoleon's chief of
cavalry, whose splendid enthusiasm won
many desperate charges, could be as cool
as his master, upon occasion, At the
taking of Moscow, while the troops sat in
their saddles under a murderous fire, Mu-
rat received a despatch to which an an-
swer was required. Though his mettle-
some horse was trembling, Murat laid
the reins upon the horn of his saddle,
took his notebook in ono hand and a pen-
til in the otherand begant i
n d o write
are -
sponse. Suddenly a Shell fell and ex-
ploded
xploded on the ground close by. The
horse leaped in the air and swung wildly
around. Murat simply - transferred the
pencil to the hand that held the note-
book, calmed the horse with the other
hand and then went on writing his des-
patch as if nothing had happened. A
shout of admiration went up alongthe
line. Murat saw that the enthusiasm
aroused by this trifling acthad created a
favorable moment for a charge. He gave
the order, and his mien swept clear through
the enemy's line.
Perhaps one of the most thoroughly
self-possessed commanders that ever lived
was the French general Saint -Cyr. He
was a great tactician, but totally neg-
ratted the morale of his men. He was
never seen on horseback, and never
showed himself before the lines. On one
occasion, when he was simply a general
of division, the impetuous Marshal Own. -
not, puzzled to know what to do in an
emergency, asked Saint-Oyr's advice,
frankly telling him that he was "non-
plussed."
"You, monseigneur," said Saint-Ovr,
"are a marshal of the empire; and I am
general of division, and it would not be
becoming of me to advise you."
Later on Saint -Cyr succeeded to the
command of the army and then adopted
a peculiar method of generalship. He
formed his plan of battle, clearly, pre-
cisely, and with admirable foresight.
Then' he sent the most olear and explicit
orders to his subordinates, and shut him-
self up in his quarters,. absolutely forbid-
ding entrance to a single soul. Then he
took out his violin and went to studying
a hard piece of music as tranquilly as if
he had been in the midst of profound
peace.
The battle which won Saint -Cyr his
baton as• a marshal of the empire was
fought while he was fiddling in his tent.
He had apparently foreseen everything,
and the carrying out of his plans com-
pletely crushed the enemy.
It is said that Gen Reynrer once saved
the French army in Calabria, in 1806,
from a complete rout by the manner in
which he smoked a cigar. The English
infantry fire had compelled the French to
retreat. Reynier, fearing a panic, re-
mained to the last and brought up the
rear. Though the English fire was mur-
derous, he had lighted a cigar, and his
retreating men noticed that the puffs of
smoke went up, as his horse moved slowly
on, with absolute regularity. Puff ! A
wait. Puff ! Another wait. Puff ! Puff !
Puff ! The enemy were pouring on, fir-
ing vigorously as they advanced, but
nothing could accelerate Reynier's smok-
ing. His soldiers rallied under the in-
spiration of the queer spectacle, and got
off in good order.
Lord William Lennox, in his "Recol-
lections," tellsa story of the coolness of
the Duke of Wellington. The French,
with a fresh force double that of the
Duke, were closing upon his jaded troops
one stormy night in Spain. Wellington
completed his preparations, and then,
turning to a scout, asked : "How long
will it be before they can reach us?"
"Half an hour," was the reply. "Then
I can go asleep," he said, and wrapping
his cloak about him, he dropped where
he stood in the muddy trench, and in an
instant was asleep. He awoke when the
bugles of his enemy sounded in his ears.
It may added that Napoleon, so his
soldiers were wont to declare, not only
slept soundly when under fire, but even
when riding on horseback. Gen. Grant
also had the same faculty of falling in-
stantly asleep, even in the face of clan-
ger.
At one moment in the battle of Water-
loo Wellington was left alone, his aides-
de-camp having all been sent with mes-
sages to different parts of the field. He
was sorely in need of a messenger, and
looked around anxiously, when a gentle-
man in plain clothes rode up to him,
saying: "Can I be of any use, sir?"
Wellington, looking him over, said :
"Yes. Take this note to the command-
ing officer over there," pointing to a part
of the field where battle was hot and
fierce. The gentleman at once galloped
off, rode through the thick of the fight,
and delivered the note.
After the battle the Duke made a long
and anxious inquiry, but he never found
out to whom he was indebted for that
special service.
"I consider it," said he, in telling the
anecdote to Lord Shaftsbury, "one of
the most gallant deeds that • ever came
under my notice, for the gentleman who
did it could have had no prospect of re-
ward or honor."
The deed recalls Shakespeare's eulogy
on
" The constant seiuiee of the antique world,
When service sweatfor duty, not for meed."
Wellington was once asked who, in his
opinion, was the bravest man in Water-
loo.
"I can't tell you that," he said, "bub
I can tell you of one than whom 1 am
sire there was no braver."
The following is the substance of his
story
"There was a private in the artillery.
A farm house with an orchard, surround.
ed by a thick hedge, formed a most im-
portant point in the British position, and
was ordered to be held against the enemy
at any sacrifice. The hottest of the bat-
tle raged around the point, brit the Eng-
lish behaved well, and beat back the
French again and again.
"At last the powder and belle were
found to be running short; at the same
time the hedges surrounding the orchard
took fire.. In the meantime a messenger
had been sent to the rear for more pow-
der and ball, and in a short time two
loaded Waggons came galloping down to
the farm hotise, the gallant defenders of
which were keeping up a scanty fire
through the flames which surrounded the
post. The driver of the first waggon
p
s urred his horses .toward the burnitt
heap, but the flames rose fiercely an
caught the powder, w hioh exploded, send,-,
ing rider, ,horses and waggon in frag=-
ments into the open air. For one instant
the driver of the second waggon paused,
appalled by his comrade's fate; the next,.
observing that the flames, beaten back
for a moment by the explosion, afforded
him one desperate chance, he sent his
horses at the smouldering breach and
amid the cheers of the garrison landed
his cargo safely within. Behind him the
flames closed up and raged more fiercely
than ever. This private never lived to
receive th e reward whie h his act merited,
but later in the engagement he was kill-
ed, dying with the consciousness that he
had saved the day."
A pleasing incident is told of Robert
D. Lee, in the late civil war. One day
when he was inspecting batteryand
his soldiers had gathered i n a gto
group
welcome him, this action drew upon him
the hot fire of the Union guns. Thegen-
eral noticed it, and be faced about and
advised the men to go under shelter.
But he did not do this himself. He
walked cooly onwards, at the risk of his
life. and picked up and replaced an
unfledged sparrow which had fallen from.
its nest in a tree close by the battery.
:One of the surprises of the civil war
was the nerve shown by boys whose
youthfulness eaused the reuniting offi-
cer to hesitate about enlisting them. At
the battle of Shiloh the little drummers
of the Nth Illinois were found in the
ranks, gun in hand, whence' they were
rescued by the chaplain, who formed
them into a hospital corps. One of them,
"Little Joe," workedlike a hero in car-
ing for the wounded, When night came
it found him by the log -house used as a
hospital at Pittsburg Landing. He lay
down on the 'wet ground outside and
went to sleep. As the wounded died in-
side they were carried out and laid along
side the sleeping boy, whom the attend-
ants supposed to be dead. In the morn-
ing, when Joe awoke, he found himself
at the head of a ghastly row of dead bod-
ies.
odies. The nerve which had carried the
boy through the toil and dangers of the
preceding day forsook hici, and with a
yell he fled from the spot, shouting, "I
won't be used as a head to dead hien."
THE ISHMAELITE.
ARRY, I can endure this no
longer..!
1t ssHesterGlenden.ning's
high -bred, intellectual face
wore a slight and wholly
unwonted flush and her pre-
cise, well -modulated voice
betrayed a most unusual agitation.
"You must get rid of this -this Ish-
maelite !"
The Ishmaelite in question was Col.
Bob Hockaday, whose acquaintance
young Harry Glendenning had formed
while making a sojourn of several months'
duration in the West during the previous
year.,
The young fells whad acquired a strong
liking for the older man and had been
the recipient of more than one favor at
his hands, and upon learning that Col.
Bob contemplated making his first visit
to the East during the ensuing year,
Harry had cordially invited his new-
found friend to share the hospitality of
his home whenever he made the antici-
pated journey.
The invitation had been accepted, and,
in due time, to the prim and proper New
England village had come Col. Bob, a
slouch -hatted, pepper-and-salt clad fig-
ure, a trifie baggy at the knees and in-
clined somewhat to embonpoint.
The newcomer "hit off" quite well with
the old Judge, Harry's grandfather, who
in his younger days had broken away
from the routine of life in the staid and
sober village and climbed out of the rut
long enough to try his fortune in Califor-
nia in the early fifties. But to Miss Hes-
ter, a somewhat conservative and wholly
proper spinster, Col. Bob speedily became
as a thorn in the flesh.
"You acquired strange tastes and
stranger acquaintances during your stay
in the West," she said severely to Harry,
not long after Col. Bob's arrival. "It
may have be been good for your health,
but it seems to have been exceedingly
bad for your morals. To think that you
should have invited this -this creature
here ! What could you have been think-
ing about?"
"Do not be too severe with Col. Bob,"
replied the young fellow, half amused.
It i5 only his way."
"His way ! You may condone his out-
rageous conduct in that manner if you
can, but I cannot ! He has won for him-
self the aversion and contempt of the en-
tire village. He has distributed gratuit-
ous insults everywhere. He has out-
raged our hospitality and made us a pub•
lie laughing stock."
All of which was a trifle too strgng an
arraignment of Col. Bob, though part` `
ly merited, I confess.
"He has grossly, shamefully, insui'
Mr. Van Vlarcom, and—"
"Well, yes, he did shake young V
Vlarcom up a bit, but what of it?'
The shaking up of the said Van VI
com had occurred in this wise : Up
that particular afternoon Col. Bob
sitting at his ease on the shady piazza
the Glendenning residence, with his fe
cocked 'up on the railing, drawing i
vidious comparisons betw on lifein tha
staid and conservative New Englan
town and in the great and glorious Wes
-all to the disgust and annoyance o
Miss Hester and the secret enjoyment o
young Harry, who slyly led the guest o
when he showed signs of flagging.
Several,times Col. Bob had appealed to
the lady for ratification of his remarks,
with an "Eh, lViiss Glendennin' ?" and a
stabbing motion toward her with his
thumb, harmless and innocent in its in-
tent, but el met ma'i?erang to her:
"The village is all right enough,"
said the Ishmaelite, oracularly, in reply
to an artful question from Harry. "Thar
is something kinder restful and good
about them over -hanging elm trees. It
is as pretty as a picture, too, with the
roads winding around among the trees,
and up and down little hills and slopes
and past comfortable houses, half hidden
behind the elms and fir trees. It is a
nice place to die in, Harry."
"But, to live in—"
"It is a good place for old folks and
poets, perhaps, but it is no place for alive
man. I feel like a torchlight procession
in a graveyard. Haw ! . haw!"•
"But, the people ?"
the people that tire the most. A
man must live by rule and note here. He
must walk the beaten paths that his
grandfather trod, and worship the tradi-
tions like an Indian."
Even this traducing of the eminently
respectable and wholly beloved place of
her birth was enough to have condemned
him wholly in Miss Rester's eyes, ,but
it was only as the beginning of his of-
fenses.
"Yes," he resumed, "1 feel like--"
Just then there came an interruption..
A. spirited horse, bearing a slender, girls
ish figure on his back, came plunging
around the,bend in the elm -shaded road,
followed by a. correctly clad equestrian
mounted on a handsome but obviously
fireless steed. The foremost horse bolted
a little way, reared, whirled and plunged
wickedly, fighting to unseat his slender
rider.
7'hs young lady's face was white, but
she was making a brave fight for the
mastery. Her escort, a small, sallow
young man with an up -curled mustache,
waved his whip and called "Whoa!"
many times in an agitated voice, and
frantically jerked his sober steed this way
and thatt
thus effectually defeating y e gt he
execution of any heroic intentions he
may have entertained.
This struggle promised to be a short
one with a victory for the vieious brute
over his slender rider. Already she had
been half unseated more than once.
Col. Bob's boots carne down from the
piazza railing with a thump. He charg-
ed across the lawn, bounded over the low
wall and seized,tho rebellious horse by the
head. There was a savage struggle for a
moment or two. The animal reared
with a whirl. The man's feet nearly left
the ground, but he brought the beast
up with a fierce jerk.
As the brute reared again, striking sav
agely at the man with his ironshod hoofs,
here came the sound of a sudden lalow as
Col. Bob struck the animal above the
eyes with the butt of a -big brownrevolver
with a force that brought hire down to
his feet, conquered and cowed in an in-
stant.
"He's all right now, ma'am," said Col..
Bob, quietly. "He's got enough for one
day."
"You have saved my life, sir," said the
young lady, earnestly, "or at least kept
me from serious injury. It was a brave
and heroic action, and --"
"01, not at all, ma'am," interrupted
the Ishmaelite, in a deprecatory way.
"No trouble at all."
"Yes, my good man," chimed in the
lady's escort, It was positively heroic,
don't you know, and—"
"Think so?" broke in Col. Bob, in a
disgusted tone. "Wal, all I've got to say
is that the next time this young lady
rides this horse she'd better have some
kind of a man along."
"What do you mean, sir?" demanded
the young man, haughtily.
"Inman," was the calm reply,. "that
she ;needs a man along, and not a -a
thingamny. Understand?"
"Fellow," cried the sallow -faced youth,
"do you kno* who I am?"
"Nope," returned the Thhmaelitc, pro-
ducing a disreputable looking pipe and a
flaccid pouch from his pocket. "Can't
say that I do."
"My name is Van Vlarcom, sir."
"Funny name," said the Ishinaelite, as
he sat him down on the wall and care-
fully peppered a part of the contents of
the pouch into the pipe. "Can't you do
anything for it?"
"I am Mr. Van Vlarcom, of the Oaks !"
announced the young man with freezing
hauteur.
!" Col. Bob dug around in his
raiment till he .found a match, which he
cracked on the heel of his boot and ap-
plied. to his pipe. "Wal -puff ! puff !-
aro the VanVlarcoms, of the -pull! puff !
-Oaks, anybody in particular?"
"You -you impudent ruffiian 1" cried
Mr. Van Vlarcom, quite beside himself
and waving his little whip fiercely.
"Phi—"
"No, you won't, sonny ! Go home
and tell the rest of the Van Vlarcoms, of
the Oaks what I told you. Don't forget !"
"You -you—"
"Go on now !"
Col. Bob removed his pipe from his
mouth and rose from the wall, and Van
Vlarcom wheeled his steed and started
away in considerable haste. The young
lady repeated her thanks to the Wester-
ner and rode away after her quandom
escort.
The Ishmaelite watched them till they
disappeared around the bend in the elm-
shaded road. Then he knocked his pipe
on the wall, replaced it in his pocket and
returned to the piazza.
"Yes, as I was saying," he resumed,
calmly, "it is the people here that tire
me most."
He had indeed shaken up young Van
Varclom, but, as Harry said, what of it?
"What of it ?" Miss Hester could
hardly have expressed greater horror had
her nephew been guilty of blasphemy.
".The Van Vlarcoms are the oldest family
in ` the village, the most influential,
and—"
"The most useless."
"Harry !" Miss Hester was well-nigh
petrified with horror. "What can you
be thinking of? Association with this-
t. is`savage has made you--
avage, eh ;" The young fellow
e rather sharply. " You have noticed
!scar across his temple? He won it
ing the life of his friend, at the
1 his own. At another time, long
hen an epidemic of smallpox broke
the Border Settlement and men
mad with terror and fled, leaving
ricken ones • to diel alone, it was
oekaday, with neither wife nor
to hold him there, who organized
d the brave little band that fought
nquered the plague. It was his
hand to which the dying clung,
gh fingers that closed the glazed
lid his hoarse whisper that uttered
prayer over the still form. Can
such a man as that a savage ?"
fully appreciate the heroism of
eds," answered Miss Hester,
imously. "and I grant you that
oism, like charity. may cover a
o of sins. But this man's of -
e . too many and flagrant to be
He must be gotten rid of,
ere recorded, parenthetically,
Bob was net easily shaken off
lected other wise.
d on, and while so doing, car-
d the work he had begun upon
in the village. It was not
had made himself obnoxious
t mildly -to the majority of
of the community.
as if he wilfully sinned.
established canons and
is shame. He promulgated
stic opinionsat many un-
s and places. He plunged
o arguments and incited dis-
eu. ": ng which he drew the must
un'" . ' •• tary p com arisons between
the en erprising West and the effete East:
He utet and vanquished the revered old-
est inhabitant on his own grounds,,
Wherever two or three citizens were
gathered together there Col Bob was
pretty sure to be in the midst of them,
indtjstriously making enemies .for him-
self.
Into a. gathering of representative cid-
zone, met to .gravely disease the repairing
of the old wooden bridge at a probable
cost of $97 and odd. cents, came the Ishe
=elite and cheerily advocated tremeud
ons and unheard-of improvements and
enterprises, which ho guaranteed would
speedily bring about a boom. He could.
not understand that a boom was not de-
sired, and when his suggestions were -
coldly rejected and an attempt made to
squelchhim, he waxed sareadtio in itis:.
disgust at their blindness, and made hint-
s e quite unpopularth
About this bums e ladies 01
the aura,
inaugurated a fair and festival, the pro-
ceeds of which we're to be used in ameli-
orating the wretched condition of sundry
benighted pagans on certain remote isles-.
t1 n
iifie
the P ae Ocean. a Col. Bob att•.nd
•
e ea
for no other reasonthan that he had been
invited. When solicited by certain zeal-
ous workers to test the surprising possi-
bilities of the grab-bag and try jus luck.
in several guessing contests he replied
that he seldom gambled, and had, more-
over, made it a rule of his life never to
run up against another man's. game.
The implied allegation was indignantly
refuted, and he was informed that it was
for the good of the cause, anyhow: The
Ishmaelite thrust his hands deeper into
his pockets and stalked away in silence.
Thinking,;perhaps to proselyte him the,
zealous workers followed him with argu--
ments, whereupon he expressed the con-
viction that if there way any difference
between the time-honored grab-bag and
a regularly ordained lottery it was in fa-
vor of the latter.
He was surrounded by an indignant.
circle. A dozen voices assailed him. His
error was clearly pointed out. He could
not see it and reiterated his.opinion, add-
ing doggedly that he was unable to com-
prehend how sugar coating an offense.•
improved it.
One thing led to another till the zeal-
ous workers were genuinely angry, and
regrettible things were said. There is no
knowing how far the matter might have
been carried had not the Ishmaelite
stalked out, leaving behind him the first
scandal that had disgraced the church.;
since its foundation,
Miss Hester returned from the festival,
in a well nigh fainting condition.
"He must go, and go quickly," she
said, determinedly, to Harry. "I cannot
endure his presence any longer."
But still the Ishmaelite lingered, a.
rankling thorn in the flesh of Miss Hes-
ter. She could scarcely conceal her aver-
sion -not to say abhorrance-taut he
stayed on, apparently serenely uncon-
scious of the fact that ho : Was not the.
most welcome of guests.
Not many days later Harry received a.
summons demanding his presence inNew
York. He promptly invited Col. Bob to
accompany him to the metropolis.
"Wal, no, thank you, Harry," the:
Ishmaelite replied. "Ef it's all the same•
to you, Pll stay right here till you come
back. I'll get along all right, I reckon."'
The last thing that Miss Hester said to
Harry before his departure was :
"I shall give this man his conge before
you return."
And her ultimatum. was uttered in a.
tone that admitted of no doubt of her de-
termination. And Harry departed, won-
dering what the outcome' would be.
He was detained nearly a fortnight in
the city. When ho returned, rather un-
expectedly, one evening in the early twi-
light, he boundedquicklyup on the piazza,
to discover Col. Bob and Miss Hester sit
ting in what he might have considered
suspicious proximity to each other in a.
vine -screened nook.
And he would almost have taken oath.
that he saw the Ishmaelite's arm drop
from about Miss Hester's waist. And it
seemed certain that a warm blush was.
mantling the lady's cheeks. .Still, Harry•
m ht have been mistaken.
As for Col. Bob, there was always such.
a thick coat of good rich tan 'on his face
that no one would have been warranted.
in hazarding a guess whether he was -
blushing or not. But there was no dis-
puting the fact that there was something:
not a little resembling a wreath of honey-,
suckles and woodbine around his manly -
neck.
"Ho, Harry," he cried, with a fine as-
sumption of carelessness, "you see I am.
still here."
He removed his wreath and began pull-
ing it to pieces in the most innocent way -
imaginable.
"And I am glad you are," answered the •
young man, heartily.
"Thank you, boy ! And I reckon I'll
stay around here a while longer. You
see, I've grown to kinder like the village..
-and the -the people."
This was said with the transparent..
jauntiness with which the defeated party
in a fisticuffs limps away with his hat on.
the side of his head.
"I am glad, of that, too."
"I have been thinking that perhaps I::
might-er-er-buy property here, after
a w"'Yhile, and-er--"
es?"
"Yes, of course !" . This boldly. "The
fact is -Wal, you see, I -your AuntHes-
ter has promised to become my wife,.
and—"
""What?"
Harry's amazement for the moment.
overcame his politeness.
"Fact !" said the Ishmaelite, cheerily,
feeling himself on solid ground at last,
"I found I needed her in more ways than.
one. I'in about as bad as a savage, and72.
"No, Robert," interrupted Miss Hester
quickly. •
"Yes, Hester, I'm a savage -an igno-
rant, uncultured, rough cornered—"
"No, indeed, you are not, Robert !"
cried Miss Hester, regarding him with
fond pride,
"1 sawl needed Hester's help to -Wal,
Harry; I found that, I loved her."
"I congratulate you both with all my-
heart," said Harry, warmly.
"And," said Miss Hester, by -and -bye
with something like a girlish pout, "he
did not tell me till after -after we had
become engaged that he is a member of
the Senate of his State."
"she
said the Ishmaelite! proudly,
she took me without knowing it, nor
about the ranch or anything,"
"Col. Bob bound mo upon has arrival
here to say nothing about himself," said
the young fellow, "but my promise is
null and void now. He is State Senator •
now, but he will be Governor two years .
hhnce,"
"'Mebbo," said the Ishmaelite cheer-
fully. They elect some mighty queer
men to office out thar in the West. But
she took the just as I was, Harry."
The vetch or tare is found to be a good
plant to grow hi orchards being sowed
at the rate of about a bushel of seed per
acre, The• trees make an excellent
growth, and the land ,is left in.good eon.
dition, the crop remaining" reen until
the latter part of October. d