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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-8-25, Page 20 Net tor Joe," ghe met him in the gloaming, And kissed him once, twice. thrice 1 While 'noels his preath the man he sante " Oh, isn't this pis t nice I" And'theu she cried affrighted, What a olistake I've made! Isthought 'twas Joe that 1 kissed sol' L Bier °ham withpink arrayed. Then he on whom the kisses Resajust descended So Exelaunee, with a wink, I am, I think, better luck thau oo." 'rugs it $01001. Twenty froggles went to echo' Down beside it rushy pool ; Twenty coats of shining green, Twee ty vests all white and clean. We must beta time," said they " First we study, then we play, Thetei the way to keep the rule, Whoa we froggies go to school.' Master Bullfrog, grave and stern, Called the (gasses in their tuns, Taught them how to leap and dtve, Also how to nobly strive To dodge the sticks that bad boys throw; From his seat upon the log Taught them how to say " Kerehog 1" Twenty froggies grew'uo fast Bullfrogs they became at last; Poi hed to a high degree. As aoh froggie ought to be. Norone lesson they forgot, No One dance amoug the lot. No s they sit on other logs Tenehing other little frogs. Ode to the Clam. • 011;the clam, the succulent clam, King of all birds who in seas ever swam! Living so still in your soft, ocean nest, While the cool, salty billows roll over your breast, Type of repose, sweet contentment itself, Beautitul clam, you're a cute little elf! Oh, the clam, the fat, unctuous clam, Clam with a nature deliciously calm! Minding your business your life ever through, Gossiping not of what others may do. Living that you may us mortals refresh (Sweet sacridee of suceident flesh I) Clam I'm your slave, and you know that I am, Clam of theesvening, beautiful clam 1 Oh, the darn. the elegant clam, Igive you a humble andlovely salaam! Come to me, darling, all steaming and hot, Come to me buttered, right out of the pot Sizzling and hissing and juicy and sweet, Salted and peppered and ready to eat 1 The man who can't love you is surely a ham, Charming, seductive andravishing demi —Boston News. God's Eyes. Little baby Marguerite, Only four years old, Pressed her nose agaanst the window, Tossed her curls of gold.; Looked far out into the &stance, Through the fading light— " Mamma, do 'oo s'peseS' she questioned, "God can see at night "Yes, illY darling ; God is ever Keeping tender care; Looking down on little children, Here and everywhere." Nose once more against the window, Frown upon the brow Little blue-eyed Marguersta Very thoughtful now. Soon a smile like golden sunshine Flits across her face; Doubt and inquiry and. wonder, Vanished every trace; "Mamma, 1 can tell 'oo somfbe— 'Way up in 'e skies All 'ose 'idle stars 'at twinkle Are 'e dear God's eyes." This Thing is True. This thing is true—it makes me glad, No man was e'er so wholly bad But some high holy thoughts he had. Therels no soul however lost, Hovre'er by storm or tempest tossed, But.Christ has paid its bitter cost. There is a spark of grace divine, Like hidden gold within a mine, That in the darkest lives may shine. So;near the Christ is unto men, Somelsinful, weeping Magdalen May kneel and touch his garment's hem. No life can be so dark, so lone, But what love there may make her throne, And golden -crowned, may reign alone. All/these things are, and so we know That man, the best of all below, Thongh sinning oft, my better grow. Some angel turns Life's golden sands, With upraised brow dear Mercy stands, And lifts to Heaven her pleading hands. —Jeannette La Fiamboy. A Prize Boy. He wouldn't burst in with an Indian yell And shy his hatup at a peg— Oh, no 1 He never came near tumbling into a well While tempting the brink, on one leg— That's so. The boy that I tell of is different quite; • He couldn't your feelings annoy? He never does anything but what is right— This wonderful, good little boy 1 He doesn't drum tatoos on table and pane, Nor squirm like an eel on a hook— Oh, no ! He studies his lessons, again and again, No matter how hard is his book— That's so. The treasure I mention no faults ever hid, He shines a ,perpetual joy 1 But he doesn t live anywhere: if he did, Oh, wouldn't he be a prize boy! Re Missed His Chance. ItWas cool in there when the waltz was done, All green, with the sunshine through it, Somehow I was tempted to steal—just one; Don't know how I came to do it. Shelook it-nicely—indeed her glance Had a certain expectancy to it; Could it possibly mean "Make the most of your chance, Now, now is the time to do it." Iler cheeks had the tiniest tinge of rose; She'd have answered " Yes"—and I knew it But she seemed so ready to hear me propose That, somehow, I didn't do it. WHAT THEY DO AT THE SPRINGS. Then with appetites keen as a knife, They hasten to breakfast or dine (The latter precisely at 3 The former from 7 till 9). Ye gods! What a rustle and rush When the eloquent dinner bell rings! Then they eat, and they eat, and they eat,— And that's what they do at the springs! Now they stroll in the beautiful walks, Or loll in the shade of the trees, Where many a whisper is heard. That never is told by the breeze. And hands are commingled with hands, le Regardless of conjugal rings, And they flirt, and they flirt, and they flirt And that's what they do at the springs i • In ehort—es it goes in the world— They eat, and. they drink, and they sleep, They talk, and they walk, and they woo; They sigh, and. they laugh, and they weep; They read and they ride, and they dance (With other unspeakable things); They pray, and they play, and they Pay— And that's what they do at the springs. Mad Ms Wish. When I sang the other night 110w 1 wiSh'd '1 were aShied," One young ledy dressed in white Who my littIe song had heard, Sent to me a little note My poor effort to repay, Thiele what the lady- wrote— " O—I—C—U—St—A.—y 1" "Is It ?", Is it wrong to sigh for a young man's arm, To help me to climb ft's hills/ Is it wrong to desire some day, to charm A husband, who'll pay my bills) Is it wrong to cling in a close embrace To the hope of becoming a bride/ Is it wrong to wish for the feathers and lace. Attd the dressed for which 1 haVe sighed 1 ,fB it Sarong to crave for the matriage state, To he called, not a Mies, but a IVIetdainS Is 11 Wrong tor a girl to desire e mate 2 s le wrong for fair Eye td love Adam IS it wrong for a women to long every day tor Cupid' delectable Visit/ Bit WrotteS thee, foe Mi Right's eorningaci PraY1 it wrong', Mrs. Grundy1 ous—ls it I' A GAMBLER'S WIFE. • CHAPTER I. 3? was evae'rui'rnIgtuat'raiES. Moate aerie. The IMoonlight fell on the clear waters of the Mediterranean, turning its bosom to a rippling metes of gold ; it topped the mountains which skirted the bay, and shone weirdly on thick olive groves. Conspicuous in the floodsof light was the gilded, minaretted roof of the Casino. s On the evening in question it was crowded. The season was at its height. Every chair at he tables in the salle de 3eu was occupied, and behind them stood a motley crowd of onlookers, who eagerly Watched the roulette wheel. Men of many nationalities were thein. Dark Italians rubbed shoulders with portly, middle-olass Englishmen, globe trotting Americans stood aide by side with Germans or Russians ; and the women—they were of all types of all ages. T.here was the languid eocietidame, who was " doing" Monte Carlo, and had looked in at the Casino and staked a few pieces just for the fun of the thing ; there was the matronly wife of the British mer- chant with her fresh -faced daughter at her side, and, lastly, there were the women who played for gain, to whom the Casino was no place in which to spend an idle curious hour. fhey threw their stales With eager haste, and strove in vain to conceal the greed with which they clutched their winnings, the despair with which they bore their losses. Round a table near the °entre of the hall a crowd had gathered to watch the play of two men. One was a boyish -looking Eng- lishman with a fresh, fair skin and e blond moustache, which partly hid the irresolute mouth beneath. He was losing heavily. At last, with nervous haste, he cried, "A hun- dred napoleons on the black," and flung the golden heap defiantly on the table. The onlookers were too much occupied with the game to note his wild eye and despairing face. The stake was his last, though he alone knew its Up from his heart rose a fieroe hope which was ahnost a prayer, that his luck might Change and ruin be averted. The wheel went round, the bloodshot blue eyes of the Englishman followed it with agonizing intensity. At last it stopped, and the croupier announad that black had lost. With a muttered exclamation, the Eng- lishman pushed back his chair and left the table. For a few moments he walked rest- lessly upand down the parquet floor, gaz- ing longingly at the tables, as if desirous still, were not his pockets empty, of tempt- ing fortune. At laat he crossed the vesti- bule into the music hall. The band was playing a dreamy waltz by Strauss. Its silvery melody followed him as he went out into the garden and. threw himself on a wooden bench under a plane tree. "11 is all up with me," he muttered, and gave a last look at the fair scene before him, the dancing waters and starry, blue sky, the stately palms and richly flowering planta by which he was surrounded. A moment after, the crs,ck of a revolver startled the summer air, and there in the scented garden a man lay dead. But the dreamy &rues waltz went on and the roulette wheel kept twirling. Net one ear in the Casino had wakened to the death shot. The other man at the table was English, too, but of a different type. His eyes were bold and dark. There was a little curious grace about his tall figure, and the silky black mustache scarcely veiled the cruel outline of his firm set mouth. All eyes were attracted to him. His luck was marvellous. He won stake after stake; each success made him bolder, till at last the bank was compelled for its own safety to reduce the stakes he tried to hazard. Murmurs ran round the room. "He's a fool to keep on playing," said one. "He's made a regular pile. If I were he I'd be content. - "Poch !" returned his friend, " the man is not a fool. He's got a run of luck and knows it. He'll break the bank before the evening is over." The dark Englishman caught the words and smiled triumphantly. Again he threw, this time for so large a stake that the on- lookers held their breath. " Rouge," he cried. For a moment the bankers hesitated, then, as if imbued with the spirit of chance, allowed the game to go on. "Noir," said the croupier in a moment, and impassively raked in the clinking, glib - tering pile of gold. The Englishman rose from the table, with a little annoyed laugh. "1 could afford to lose a stake, though that was a big one," he said, and strolled out of the building. He went in the direction of Monaco. He passed through the new town, with its spotleas, red -roofed houses, till he came to the archway, which is the entrance of the connecting footpath between old and new Monaco. He bent his steps toward a small, rather shabby -looking hotel which stood at the top of a steep hill. Ho entered, and, going upstairs, opened the door of a room on the second floor. It was a gay room, half Sleeping place, half boudoir. Is a recess stoo& a bed, closely curtained with thick Muslin ; for the rest, it was quite unlike a bedroom. There was a sofa, covered with bright blue stuff; a. writing table stood between the windows and artificial flowers filled the jars and vases which lit- tered the tables. The flooe was highly polished, and partly covered with skin ruga ; the ceiling was daubed with blue wash and Mudded with silver stars, and a huge gilt mirror reached from floor to ceil- ing at one end of the room. The effect, though, doubtless, by daylight garish enough, was not unpleasant in the soft candle light. On the sofa lay a woman clothed in black. She was asleep. The tears glistened undried on her cheeks, and now and then a little sobbing breath broke from her. The man turned away impatiently. "Fretting again," he muttered, angrily, crossingto the window. "By heavens, it's enough to try the patience of an angel." With a start she woke up and looked with frightened gray eyes at the figure by the window. "Is that you, Derrick ?" ii yelp) "I'm tio glad you have corne. The most dreadful thing has happened. Mr. Hanson shot himself in the garde:10 of the Casino this evening. They brought his body back to the hotel only a few minittes ego. And that poor young wife is distracted. You were at the Casino, Derrick. Did you hear of it ?" " No " he said, slowly, "Dat I left early and did not hurry home." "]3y Jove 1" he went on, lightly shaking off his horror, "what a fool young Hesston was. Hie toms at the tables to -night did not finish him. Ho dropped a considerable WM to me at bactrarat before going into Monte Carlo." The woman's face grew whites "Than you," she gaeped, "you drove himto his death." it" That hi rather a severe way of putting ." "16 Is dreadful " eho Moaned, "Oh) Der- riek, why did we ever come to this terrible 1:49;Clet be dramatic," he said impatientlY. "Look here!" He turned out his pockets on the table and exultingly pointed to the heap of gold and the crisp bank notes. But his wife shuddered. Promise me, Derrick," She cried pas- sionately, "never to gamble again. Pay Mrs, Ilention the money you won from her husband and let us go back to England." He laughed contemptuously, "You are Qaixotle, Lydia. I shall cer- tainly not pay beck lawful winninga, nor obeli I leave the tables. My system is infallible). I mean to break the bank before turning my back on Moate Carlo." "Then, we must pare," she said firmly. "God alone knows the wretchedness that has been mine Bine° this fatal passion has possessed you. Success cannot last. Seine day you will be ruined. You will be brought horne dead, Ws Mr. Hanson Was to -night. The grief of his wife made me decide that I would not risk the chancre of each a fate. Derrick, dear, for the sake of our love, of the happy days in England, come away. What you have won togught, added to the residue of my fortune, will keep as in com- fort." "In a suburbanvilla," he sneered. That is not my idea of comforts" " Then you wish me to leave you. Be- lieve me, this is not a sudden resolve. I hews thought deeply over the step, and can- not live with you unless you will abandon that which will be your rum." He turned and looked at the pale face of the woman he had once loved so much. He did not love her now, her teara and en- treaties had wearied him. She was not fitted, this grave, proud English girl, to shine in the gay, dubious continental set in which he moved. You may please yourself. And now, good -night. Larrone asked me to trapper, and I may am well go. If it be too late to return to the hotel, he will put me up. I shall see you in the morning.' "1 shall be gone. This is our parting. Will you not kiss me, Derrick? You are breaking my heart by your coldnese." He lightly kissed her brow and left the room. To do him justice, he did not believe she would really go. Could he have seen into the future, and known under what circumstances they would next meet; he would have stayed his steps. CHAPTER II THE WAGES OF SIN. Thera was a private view at the D— Gallery. The usual artistic and fashionable crowd filled the rooms. Conspicuous among them was a tall, pale woman, dressed in some clinging gray stuff. *She was consider- ably over 30,and streaks of gray, mixed with her waving brown hair. Her face told of former loveliness, it was still beautiful, despite the lines which furrowed the broad brow and curved round the firm mouth. A littler whisper followed this woman as she went : "That is Mrs. Carl, the artist. Her work is much admired by a certain school." She paused in the end room and stopped before a large canvas. It represented a gaming room. There was the scene she had such bitter cause to remember—the crowd of eager onlookers, the intent faces of the players, the weary, impassive ex - expression the croupier wore, the little piles of gold and silver Which lay on the tables. The picture brought back the past so vividly. For Mrs. Carl, the artist, was none other than Lydia Locke, wee) had parted from her husband at Monte Qtrlo, 15 years before. She stood transfixed, her gray eyes dilated; a warm, bright spot on each thin cheek. She was looking at the figure on the canvas. It was that of a man who sat at a 'table in the foreground. He had evidently just lost a large sum of money. His face was despairmg, and his hand was outstretched as though to stay the croupier, who was sweeping the golden pile into the bank. It was Derrick's face. She grasped the rail in front of her and tried to keep from trembling. She had nob known till now that her love had lived and grown through so many years. "Well, Mrs. Carl, admiring my pticure ? " She turned and greeted a dapper little man, cheery of face and quick of gesture. "Yes, she said, mechanically. "Mr. Denten, who is that man in the foreground? What astriking face." "Is it not? Poor fellow, I always feel rather sorry for him though he is a hope- less ne'er-do-well. known at every gaming rem:id on the continent, lives by play and has a reputation of the shadiest. Two or three times he has won a small fortune, and each time squandered it. I met him at Baden, and we struck up a kind of friend- ship," "At Baden, Is he still there'do you know ?'' she asked in a voice that tried to be indifferent. "Oh, no 1 I believe he is in London now, He wrote to me a short time ago and asked a loan. He's in low water again, I fear. The letter was dated from some place in the neighborhood ofIslington,15Chine. Crescent. 'remember the address because of the alliteration, and the number because the letter came on the 15th of last month. However, I did not mean to bore you by talking so much about a complete stranger. Glad you like my pioture. Why did you not exhibit this year? Good morning." He bustled off to greet a wealthy patron of art who had just entered!, and Mrs. Carl left the gallery. Her honie was a tiny house in an old suburb. It was a house which had stood for nearly 200 years, and its wells were panelled, its staircase and chimney pieces rich with carving. At the end of the long straggling garden a studio had been built. ' All the evening the artist eat brooding over the fire, thinking of the past—of her youth, her love, her marriage, of her past- ing with Derrick, of the bitter uphill strug- gle which followed, of the ease and fame she had won at last. Next day ehe put on a quiet black dress and bonnet and went to China Crescent. It was a dreary place, situated in a meet depressing neighborhood. The houses were tall and gloomy, their ugly stucco faces grimmed with London soot. EDAM house had in front an untidy strig of garden, in which a few hardy plants struggled for ex- istence. No. 15 was even more dirty than id neighbors : in the window of the ground floor room was a bill signifying that apart- ments were to be let Within. Lydia climbed the flight of steps which led to the door and rang the bell. In a, few moments a slatternly servant, anisvvered it. " Doee Mr. Locke, live here ? " asked Lydia. The girl eyed her curiously. " Yes'he deco,' she eta at lad. "Are you—, But there, wait a minute, While 1 go and ask Mime." Derrick's wife stood in the gloomy portico with a sinking heart. Had he, indeed, fallen se Tow as this 1 The ugly ;muse, the shabby, narrow hall, the untidy, Slipshod aervant were evidencea of it life he meagre that her artist soul revolted. She was roused from her reVerie by the mistress of the house—a tall Meniorseh koon, restless ere. s " You are the nurse, I auppoao," she said, with a Swift glance at the stranger% plain black gown and belinet, "Dr. Keating said he'd ;rend one. Step in if you please. She led the way to the dining room, Mr. Looke's very bad," she began volu- bly. "You must be prepared for the womb ; though, of course, you Immo are too used, to sickness to be shocked at anything. It is very herd on me, a preen who lives by lodging letting, to have a dying man in the houee. The fever's not so catching, an Dr. Keating says; but all the Same, my bill has beenintthlg.n oitehewmdow tlaree weelss and not a sin During this apeeoh Lydia formed her plan She had been taken ,for the nurse—as the nurse she would remain. She could not bare her heart to this loquacious, hard-fe atured woman ; she would trust to chalice'and, if necessary', tell the doctor the truth. With this resolve she followed the land- lady up stairs to a room at the top of the house, the door of which that person flung open and then scuttled down stairs. Lydia gave one comprehensive glance round the untidy room, and then crossed to the bed. On it a man lay asleep. It WaS Derrick, indeed, but how changed 1 His cheeks were bright and wasted with fever', his beard was ragged, and the matted hair, which was tooled back from his hot brow, was thick with silver. She fell on her knees by the bed and buret into tears. At that moment he was her lover, the hus- band of her youth, and all else was for- gotten. _ A gentle tap at the door made her Hee quickly. As she turned, a kind -looking, elderly man came into the room and glanced at her interrogatively. "They told me 1113)iiiitu you—"r se.s here," he mid, doubtfully, "1 am his wife," she said, pointing toward the bed. "Can you trust me to nurse him ?" "You will be the best nurse he could have." Then accepting the situation with perfect tact, the doctor gave her a few directions and went to his patient's side. "Still sleeping. Well, that looks hope. fel. He may pull through yet. He has been delirious. You must not be frightened if he wakes up so." Left alone, the wife almost smiled at the idea of her being afraid of Derrick. He would not live, she could see that in the doctor's face, but she prayed that he might know her and say one kind word before he died. Two days passed away. All through the long hours he had slept fitfully, and when he awoke had been delirious. He babbled of other days—days a,t Monte Carlo before she left him ; days and months and years since, in which she had no part, of which she knew nothing. But the theme was always the sa,me—the rage for play. "A hundred on the red 1" he cried wildly, sitting up in bed and throvvingout his arms. "No, five hundred ; it's worth risking." Then he fell back moaning. "1 lose the stake. Of course I do. My luck has gone, my system is rotten, rotten, rotten. Look at that man he wins. He gathers in the gold while I am ruined. Why don't they take warning by me? There they go. Whirling, twirling, spinning, and a beggar. "She told me so. Lydia told me so. When young Hanson blew his brains out she said that I should come to it, too. I'm not sure that, after all, it wouldn't be the best thing. I'll and it all. Why did she leave me? I didn't treat her well. I served her cruelly. Lydia, little wife, come b4°1w"" Ias the third night, and Derrick had fallen into a restless sleep. Worn with watching, Lydia leaned back in the arra chair by the Gad and closed her eyes. After a while a strange feeling, the feeling that other eyes were fixed on her, made her open them. Her gaze met Derrick's. All the fever had faded from his face, leav- ing it ghastly. But his eyes were calm and they knew her. " Lyddy," he cried weakly, using the pet name of old days. "Come here." She went and sat by his side and fondled the wasted hand, and rested the poor tired head on her shoulder. The night light sent a siokly flicker over the shabby room ; the fire shot up a ruddy tongue of flame now and then; the house and street were very still during those hours of reconciliation. Derrick spoke in a disconnected whispers of the long years which parted them, of the shipwreck he had made of his life—that life which was so surely ebbing away. Yet Lydia, now that they were so near each other, suffered herself to hope that he would recover, that the husband of her youth would be given back. He knew better. He knew his race was run. He felt, too, that it were better so. They were not fitted, they never had been. She was too pure and good for a sinful soul like his. So he thought as he lay back on the pil- lows and watched the dawn steal softlyover his wife's face. Next day he died. Lydia went back to the world ---that world which never dreamt of the tragedy folded away in her heart. And through the long, lonely year which followed she grew to think without regret, but with infinite pity, of Derrick, the hus- band whose fatal passion had ruined both their lives. Table Manners in Rhyme. It is eo hard for the little folks to be polite and orderly at meals, and they so often foreet the rules with which papa and mamma Iry to help them to be gentle- manly and ladylike that it would perhaps be a good thing for children who are troubled in this way to commit to memory these rhyming rules from the Philadelphia Inquirer : In silence I must take my seat, And give God thanks before I eat ; Must for my food in patience watt Till I am asked to hand my plate; I must not scold, nor whine nor pout, Nor move my chair nor plate about; With knife, or fork, or napkin ring I must not play—nor mud I sing; must not speak a useless word— For children must be seen—not heard; I must not talk about myf ood, Nor fret if I don't think it good ; My mouth with food I must not crowd, Nor while I'm eating speak aloud; Must turn my head to cough or sneezs, .And when I ask, say, "11 you please ' ; The tablecloth I must not spoil, Nor with my food my fingers soil; Must keep my seat when / have done, For round the table sport or run; When told to rise, then I must put My chair away with noiseless foot, And lift my heart, to God above In praise for all Me wondrous love. A Leap Tear Mint rot GIP/oh "How do you account for whman's love of ribbons Mies Porte ?"he asked. / " think it may be due to the fact that no wortnin who has ribbona need be without a boW." Mothers, are your daughtere, pale or sallow? Reinernber that the Period When they are budding, into womanhood is most crit•ical; fortify their syetem for tho change with Dr. Williams' Pink Pale, unsurpassed for the speedy care of all troubles pectiliat to feenolee. A trial Of e eittgle box will convince you. Beware Of imitationd and oke no eubatitaw s.A.alka 41S . - CORKS, 04ii$, song sffoicliamorts, spt-t.d.Textr.s, or „ay 'WOUNDS on, UOIE't.SIS or CS.O..Se'rLeiire QuisklY illieedY Cure QUA.DANTIDED If you. use 'Tlf.P.X..A.E.) 4ent 1)7' Xe.,11. on receipt of Price 25 Cents, 44`., ,snGswoirrit, Toitow,ro,' CAN. ACrsENTS wanted veryw1) ore. TESTratO'N tAlsSe SF.IRT DANCING. Lessons for Young Ladle& 'Who 'Want to aunt the 6teas. Skirt denoing hasn't taken any hold in Society on this side of the Atlantic yob, although our English cousina are going in for it recklessly, and the dance is done by some of the svvellest ladies of the United THE "CHAD CLAW GRIP." A Philadelphia Donee That Is Popular en Dernegat Day. The Philadelphians have introduced. at the hops. their latest fad in the way of dancing, It ie known here as the "Crab Claw Grip," end while 111014 suitable for a waltz is adapted equally to the polka or Kingdom That fair readers who care to gavotte, The gentlemanpleces his right hand, do so may have it chance to practise the around his partner, putting his hand as high skirt donee on the sly for their own as possible between her ehoulders. ,She amusement, if not to have themselves elevates her left arm until it is at right proficient in it when it reaches a vogue angles with her body and bends her arm here, some of its points are here explained. Skirt dancing—"as far as pose can attempt to describe the poetry of motion "—is a combination of the gavotte and waltz steps; the first figure usually consists of a few gavotte ;Asps, a waltz turn and a courtesy, all of which are then repeated on the other foot. The second figure begins with a few pirouettes ; then comes a momentary bal- ance. Then come a few glissades to the side a waltz turn and it hop coupee. Both these figures begin with the right foot and are repeated, commencing with the left. The third figure consists of two gavotte steps, a piroutte and two courtesies. The fourth begins with a coupee, & battement, until her fingers rest on her shoulder instead of her partner's arm. With his lent arm he takes hold of her right wrist, her right arm being in a shnilar position to her left, and holds it nearly under her chin with her hand flapping. After this pooh/on has been aware(' they proceed in trite Philadelphia style to dance without any regard to the niusioians.—Bay Head Letter in New York World. A good way to olean the teeth is to dip the brush in water, rub it over genuine eas ile soap, then dip in prepared chalk. A lady says: "1 have been complimented upon the whiteness of my teeth, which were originally anything but white. I have used the soap constantly for two or three a waltz tUrn, Egad in the last figure the first years and the chalk for the last year. There is repeated, finishing with a deep oour- is no 'danger of seratching the teeth, as the terry. The battement position is somewhat tiring, requires an irnrnense amount of place chalk is prepared,but wrth it good eta brush and the soap is as effectual as soap and sand on a, floor.' tioe and the legs have to be raised as high yrioaitie trotiticrolufnoild(pRoormtoanpolritfeea ef)ous Dada as possible. The conpee rs a epecies of spring recikenT1 from one foot to another, and the glissades now stored in the British nauseam is a thin are, of course sliding movements, but far more graceful than those which were taught in the days when quadrilles used to be danced. The position with the skirt thrown over the head is really derived from a native Welsh dance.—St. Louis Post•Dispateh. Matti and Her Parrot. In her castle at at Craig -y -Nos says the World, Mme. Patti has a $6,000 'parrot, which she cherishes tend pets as if a was a child. One day there went to interview Patti a young man who had travelled long and far to view the beautiful Craig -y -No palace. "Mme. Patti will be here in moment," said the door attendant. Jus then there was a rustle of skirts and Mme. Patti swept into the room adjoining. In minute the moat beautiful, birdlike note rose upon the air, unmistakably from Patti's throat. " She ist singing for me,' said the delighted listener to himself, " an she is too modest to come in here an sing directly before me. She wants Inc to hear her as she sings at home. Oh, what a joy to have this privilege 1" At this moment the heavy draperies were pulled aside and the attendant said: " You may wait upon Aline. Patti now. She has been giving a short lesson to her parrot. She teaches him every day. This way, sir, i you please." Where Peanuts Come From. Norfolk has a crop which is worth mil- lions of dollars annually. Norfolk suppliea the civilized world with peanuts. The street corner Italian who empties a pint in your overcoat pocket gets them from here, for this is the only peanut market iu the world. Smyrna has its figs, Barbary its dates, Bordeaux its grapes and Norfolk its peanuts. The peanut magnates grow the edible tuber in Nansemond, Isle of Wight, Burry and Southampton Counties, but the common market is in Norfolk. The rows for the nuts are laid off three feet apart. They are made fifteen inches deep, and phosphates are largely used as an under- dreasing. They are strewn along in these trenches about the middle of April, and mature after the same term that is required of potatoes. It is a crop which ismarketed like the Dutch drumhead and purple Savoy cabbage, running from November to March. The nuts, however, have to go through the factories before they are shipped north- ward, and these factories are with few ex- ceptions situated in Norfolk. MS.—All Fibs stopped free by Dr. tallbatee Great Nerve Restorer. No Fibs after first day's use Marvellous cares. Treatise and p.m trial bottle free to Fit cases. Send to Dr. Mine, 931 Aroh St., Phihulehobia. Pa. o Hope. Hartford girls are renowned for their beauby, says the Times of that city. It must be admitted that there are a few plain women in town, but they were born else- where. ' One of the latter, who is pain- fully homely, called on a physician who is as plain in his speech as his patient is in respeot to her face. He tried to cheer her; her aliment was a. trifling matter, he said. " Oh, doctor," she groaned, "1 feel worse than nook!" • "Then, my dear young lady, I fear there is no hope for you." gratifying To AU. The high position attained and the uni- versal acceptance and approval of the pleasant liquid fruit remedy Syrup of Figs, as the most excellent laxative known, illustrate the value of the qualities on which its succese is based and are abun- dantly gratifying to the California Fig Syrup Company. Earliest Advertisement of Tea. That Excellent and by all Physitians ap- proved China Drink called by the Chineam Teha, by other mama Tay, alias Tee, is sold at the Sultaness Head Cophee-House, in Sweeting's Rents, by the Royal Exchange, London.—Mercurius Politious, Sept. nth, 1658. Every fifth boy in India is at school, but only every fiftieth girl. SOOTHING. CLEANSING, HEALING. Instant gelief, Permanent Cure, Failtire Many so-called diseases are sinlply symptorad of cotarrit, audit as headache, losing S021S0 of sniell, foul breath, hawking and apittleg, general ieelint; of debility., old, if you aro troubled vntli buy of these or kindred Symptoms, volt lesse Catarrh, atid shottla lose no Nine pitocuring ,a bottle of NASAL BAWL -Be warned in time, heetected cold in head reiulte in Catarrh, followed by Consumption:And death. pm by ell driidgiste, or sent, post paid, On, teeeipt of price (SO dente and al) by addreaping FULFORD & 6006teekvIrle elab of stone that was anciently a cue= poster. Denmark ladies are great lovers of the bicycle, and clubs for riding the wheel are found in many of the larger towns, The first newspaper in the modern sense was issued monthly at Venice in 1536 ; the first English newspaper was published in 1622; the first American in 1704. MCWESSIIISECINIMMODII ISSUE NO 34. 1892. 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