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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1894-11-22, Page 2Y This is it. This is the new shortening or cooking fatwhich is so fast taking the place of lard. Itis an entirely new food product composed of clarified cotton seed oil and re- fined. beef suet. You can see that iI1en Is clean, delicate, wholesome, appetizing, and economical --as far superior to lard as the electric light is to the tallow dip. It asks only a fair trial, and a fair trial will convince you of its value. Sold in 3 and 5 pound pails, by all grocers Made only by The N. K. Fairbank' Company, Wellington and Ann Stay MONTREAL 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