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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1894-2-9, Page 2'.BATS ELS POS'. F,Elll (fA1IY 9, 1894 A COMEDY OF ERRORS, CHAPTER IX, • Trn4n bush WILLtAUUS AuAIA', "Tion is the dinner at Miss Tal'aota home?" asked John, puzzled. " Yon will see hor there.' 1 "But I hope I may know whose house am going to?" "To your couatn e. To Mr. Nevin's, Jessloa:l evill is a groat friend of mine," "Mist] Williams, 11'oallyy regret very Mach that I did not know that sooner, Of course, you were not aware, but there are oiroumstanoes which snake it peculiarly awkward for me to meet Miss I ovtll," "Oh we know all about that, Jessioa has told as. But don't be alarmed. Mr. Nevill and Jessica know yon are tom• ing, and are delighted, I assos you. .And it's your only chance of seeing (Talbot. Besides, it's too late to turn back now. Would you leave them thirteen to dinner ? I do assure you it is all rieht," said Flora, alarmed, for John showed serious symptoms of stopping the carriage and esoaping. There seemed to hints horrible indelicacy in thus finding Mies Whet under the very eyes of Jessica Nevill, However, escape there was none. They were arrived and that sharp•tongaed Flora was saying " Only cowards run, Cap- tain Farquhar ; and Englishmen never be. tray surpries. Mother and I particularly hope you'll remember that." At this mimic John found his hand warmly grasped by his cousin, the heiress's father, who was talking away to him most cordially, though the young man, his heart thumping like a schoolboy's, scarcely heard one single word he was saying, "My daughter has a bad cough," said Mr. Nevi tl,passiughis arm through his kinsman's affeotionatoly, "she does not look well to- night. Come and lot me introduce you. Jes• sioa, my dear--" a little impatiently, for Jessica was covering her confusion by an unneoesearhly prolonged and effusive greet. ing of Mrs. Williams and Flora. As for John, he was in no hurry, for he was look• inn all about the room for Talbot, and ,tad no eyes to spare for mere Jessica Nevill. Until the young hostess raised hoe head at last from Flora's shoulder, and advauced with an air of desperation towards her cousin. And lo! John found her the very darling of his search—foend Iter in his cousin herself, in the hostess, the heiress, Jessica Nevill. The room swans rental for John Farquhar, and he did not know if he stood on his bead or ]reels. He heard Flora laugh, and he saw Mr. Nevill standing by smiling, and ha knew Jessica; and saw that she was looking at him, and that in hereyes—large, wan, troubled ayes—was the same wist• fulness that he had seen there on the night of his mother's death, when she had asked to share his watoh, and he had not dared to speak to her because he loved her eo. John raw all this as in a dream, but he had not the faintest idea what he was saying or doing him- self, and after a minute he was crept away in 0procession to the dioing•room under charge of an elderly woman named Snow, who planted Ilion at a table very far away from the hostess, and talked to him dili- gently all through many courses till abe gave him up as a hopeless dummy of a blockhead. John never knew how he got through that dinner ; and as for Jessica, she got whiter and whiter and whiter, tilt Flora began to think her comedy an error, and to feel thatthesick headache had for once arrived in good earnest, though moatinop• portunely. After dinner Miss Nevill dis- Jeeeioa? Lovo and a sixpence I Love, Love 1" ,t Yes," said Jessloe iIravely, r" You are right. Bat she isnot nom Yoe will be quite rich enough, John, " Never mind rho riches; all I want is her dear self. Will she conte to one? Will she forgive all and Qom to mo? " Oh, ,tow can I toll? said Jessica, pinching her fiogors, "-Yes, I imagine so. Let ms go, and I will send her to you now," " Who?:"exelaitned john, bewildered. "Flora! Oh, don't say it is not my Boar Flora 1 " " Flora?" repeated John. And 'then he put his arm round the trembling girl and drew her to him gently, " No, it is not Flora. It never was Flora. Oh, Jessioa, don't you know? Don't you understand? Jessica I" "Ohl" said Jessica. After that they somehow arrived at a vory good undoratanding iadead. And they forgot all about the dinner.party, and sat there for an immense tune in the moonlight, tilt ib was quite too late to reappear in the drawing -room. Before the party broke up, Flora resolved to find out what load happened ; and sloe slipped off to her friend's room, and found her sitting there alone All kin' O'.emily roue' the lips, An teary rev" the lashes. and quite ready to talk. And after Flora had gone, Jessica still knelt on by her win. dow, till the last carriage had driven away, meths hones was very quiet, and the lamps of festivity were all put out, But all the while aouversation was going on in her father's room below ; and Jessica recog- nized John'e voice, and knew that he was there atilt. At Met she heard ids foot in the passage, not going to the hall door but disappearing into one of the spare rooms. And then Mr. Nevill, candle in hand, came upstairs to bed, and went into his dress- ing -room and shut, the door. Then up jumped Jessica, still in her white dress, with the string of pearls in her hair; and she fleeted along the lobby, and buret the door open,a,nd flung herself into her father's arms. " Oh, papa, dear, dear papa 1 Has John told you everythinng?" fir. Nevill unlaced her strangling clasp, and seated her in his armchair, and stroked her cheek, "My dear Jess," ho said gently, " of you had told me the facts long ago, you would have spared yourself a great dual of needless distress." " Oh no, papa 1" oried Jessica ; "ib has all turned ant most beautifully. We haven't the least objection now to marrying each other, papa. And I shall be so glad, please papa, of you will be fond of me again, as you were before I got the money ; and— and the sough at Tangier," ended Jeasiaa, blushing and laughing, and gay as her old self. FVell, she married John Farquhar in the autumn, and every one said they made a very pretty couple. But do you want to know the sequel to the story? Mr. Nevill, after his daughter's wedding, lived by himself for a full year, and was so lonely and miserable that every one said he WAS quite certain to marry again. Rumor said also that Miss Snow was prepared to accept him, But Mr. Nevill,whose wife had died at twee tyfive,and whose daugltter had deserted trim atnineteen, knewnothing about elderly ladies, and was not particularly fond of them. I fear it ran in the family, that espousing of women thirty years too young. Old John Farquhar had done it ; and instead of taking warning, Mr. Nevin went and followed his example. appeared altogether. And the guests said, He married that _Miss Williams.—[Black. "Poor child she is obviously ill,and no doubt wood's Magazine. has slipped away to her bed," Bat they were all totally mistaken. Jes- Row the English Pronounce Hamel. sioa had no headache whatever, and was sitting quite comfortably en a bench in The absurd and sometimes extraordinary the garden, with her cousin, John Farqu• difference between the spelling and peewits, hat. ciation of English names hes been often He had invited her out there alone I commented upon. Several lista have been to tell her, of course, all about his published, but they are by no means conn engagement to Flora ; and Teasica took Prete, The following, it is believed, are, her courage in both hands, and stepped out with him when no one was looking. And there they aat bidden among the trees ; and the moon shone through the branches, so that. they could just. see each other as they talked—he looked quite content and smil- ing and happy, and she with the wild eyes and forced cheerfulness of agitated heroism, "Then it was .leeaioa all the time I" said Johnwith gentle reproach. "Didn't you know? Didn't she tell you? Didn't Mrs. Farquhar tell you? I told her." "My mother? Jessica, how glad I am to think my dear mother know 1 But no, no ono told me. I had. no idea till to-nigbt— till I saw you.a; Jessioa swallowed a sob. "011, do for- give met I only meant it for fun. I want- ed to see you es—to get to know you," oho pleaded, in her agitation saying all the things she had meant not to soy. "What can I possibly have to forgive?" said John, and paused for a few minutes, watching her and smiling. "Let me toll you a little abort myself," he said presently ; "may I? though tho stcry is not entirely flattering to either of us. Listen, Jessica." Then he began : "When the wish was expreased that we should mar- ry, I know nothing about love—nothing. I was a good dead perplexed just then, Jessi- ca, and hardly knew what I was doing. But, as you remember, I did offer myself to you. mud you accepted me out of sheer gen- erosity." ererosity." " Un no," cried Jessica ; " I didn't want to marry you at all 1 Lwaen't generous. It was all papa's doing." "How could you have wanted to marry. me 7•" cried John indignantly. "I was a shabby, mercenary w etch. The whole matte' was a blunder. It was worse than a blander—it was a Grimm. I didn't liko it at the time --that much I can say for my- salf, But,Iessica, what waked me up, what showed me that the thing couldn't and shouldn't bo done, was that 1 fell in love." " 1 know that I•' " Did you knot it?" Again he paused and looked at iter, but Jessica's oyes were fixed ona gap in the trees, and she wouldn't see iris smile, " There came some one into my life gnito different from all 1 had soon before. I loved her from the first moment 1 saw her—on the lieroilos—and every day I loved her more, anis always more. Sometime I (emoted—perhaps I woe wrong --I hoped, perhaps persumptuouely---that she --•-Rut, Jossica, I was engaged to Hiss Nevill. Think I 1 was engaged to Miss Nevill, and not a word cool,' 1 say to that other, Then I wrote to you. 46 Mies Ne' till—and told hor I couldn't do her the wrong of marrying her when my heart was elsewhere, It. is a vary aonfuntug story Jessica; can you follow it? I wonted to woo my darling? and to win her 1 was ready to ;(ive up anything, But I was rather too bold, wasn't I? I have hardly a sixpence In the world, and yet I have Found her cut; and, beggar as I am, my prayer to her now is to come and share my maker is the fashion;'. sixpeneen It is better than riches, isn't it 1 for the most part, new s—Woodnesborough, Winshro ; Woodmanoote, Woodmucket ; Wymondham, \bindum ; Yaddlethorpe, Yalthrup; Gainsborough, Gainsbor ; Glen - coin, Lonkerrin ; Grasaiugton, Girsbnn ; Haddiscoo, Hadslter; Gunthwaito, Gunfit; Eskdale, Ash -dale; Brampton Brian, Brawn; Brighthelmstone, Brytun; Hallahon, Horn; \ieddlethorpe, Threltbrnp ; Marylebone Marrowbone ;Utrome, Ooram ; Uttoxoter, Tuxter ;Rampishain, Ranson; Pevensey, Pinery ; Coxwold, Cookwood ; Crostwight, Corsit ; Holdsworth, Holder ; Skiddaw is Skiddy ; Kirkoudbri ib, Kireooby ; Ilkley, Bahia; Hawarden, Bartl'n ; Aldford, Arta fold. Strachan should be pronounced Strewn; Colquohonn ds Koohoon, the accent being on the last syllable; Beauchamp is Beacham; Dnohesne should be pronounced Delman; Bethune should he Beaton; and in Abergay. enny, the " ay " is not sounded, Menzies 1 pronounced Myngos, Knollys as Kuowis, Sandys as Sande, Gower es Gorr, and Wines as Mills, 'Dalziel should bo prop• ounced " Doe -al," with accent on the tiret syllable; l:lemis is Glarms; Geoghegan should bo pronounced Gaygan, and ilutli- ven is Riven.—[Boston Transcript, EE tEDY rolt 444P TIME5• The Moth elfin AAPstolt Tuan WPM Does Alot A1e1ieYe In. Hen h'ranklhn, "Vie hard times la the UMW States haver Set people moralizing on !nosy to Moet the omorgeney. Frere is what one phtloso. pier says ;•—Novae keep money whioh is. duo to another. Simple as le this -rule, there is 'OOPS so generally disregarded, Wo have a large class in this comm tut't y wllose hank aecoants would allow them to owe 49 man anything savS charity and good will, yet who nlakoit a Platter of pride to pay no small debts save by lordly oourtesy, or at much times as it may please thein to mail a cheek to the ma'ketman or the jnoahatlfo, To thorn it appears as though the good name they' have always borne put them pay attspraton. 'They wouldp y nustan t• ly upon ;being dunned by the humble creditor, and latter would await their pleasere months and borrow money rather than ask for his duo, singe to demand hie own would be to lose their custom in future. If you cannot pay what you owe, or owe nothing, you have no duty in this respeot ; but if there is the least sons due tor work or purchases see to it time the sun dons soot set to•n!ght until that sum is put into circulation. Spend all you man possibly afford to disburse. I give this advice boldly, soya a writer in the Boston Transcript, although itis just to the oontrary to that usually offered. But ono does not have to be a political economist to sea that the relief would be instantaneous. Debt is always to be avoided, but the last available dollar is a blessing to thio community. tV hat possible good does money do which is hoarded instead of being put into circula- tion ? Suppose a man in the possession of an income of 810,000 a year were to enter into one of our suburban villages and daily spend among hie neighbors that proportion which he would receive each day? I do not mean giving it right and loft for the support of the poor or shiftless, but buying the labor or produota of his poorer brethren. Does it require any instruction in political science to see that he would at once turn that town into a very paradise of prosperity? And if all those in comfortable alrcnm. stance would earttnnlously do this, the dis• semination of comforts would increase in proportion to the money spent. The philosophy of Benjamin Franklin has nursed this country with a mania for hoarding. We fail to realize that the identical ecou• omy which may be commendable in the young mechanic, may be a positive wrong in the retired merchant. Did you ever calculate tine amount of good done by (let us call it the Franklin phraseology) the useless extravagance of inviting a lady to the theatre? in the first place., in accepting, she will probably die- blues for gloves, millinery or seamstress work quite a pretty sum, each payment being a bloseiug to the one who receives it, sometimes representing to the employe the very moans of life. Then your own dis• bursement will help support the heck driver, the florist, the hotel where you dine together, while it would be impossible for the worthy oorps of the employes of the theatre to get their daily bread wore it not for just such extravagance as that of which you are guilty. To rigidly economize at such times as the present, so that you may have the means to give for benevolent purposes is simply to withhold with the one hand that you may diaburse with the other. If the two rules hereinrecmnmended were observed by every person in the community, only the inebriate and the culpably shiftless would be a charge on their fellows. As intimated hero, I do not in the least share the general commend. tion of Benjamin Franklin, His maxims are worldly, sensual, selfish, entirely ig- noring chivalric, spiritual or lofty ideals. Tine effect of his parsimonious ideal of ha - man conduct is to be seen on justsuch abrin• gency as that which is now felt by t Amerihe can people. , Their Own Were To Large. "Have you any sacond•hand shoes?" inquired a young lady at a Liverpool shoo manttfactnrecs. "We don't sell secondhand shoes, mica," said the shopmau, shortly. "No, of course not, I didn't want to bey them, but ii you happened to have any that had been left hero by persons buying new ones, you know," she suggested mys- teriously. "Oh, certainly. Here are a pair of but. toned boots—kid—but quite worn out. Would they do?" "What number aro they?" "Two's—small two's at that. And hero is one bronze slipper, thirteen size." "But thirteen is an unlucky number," she said, aoxiouely, "Not in sines, miss. And hero is a No. one, not badly worn." "I will take then all. Thank yon so much," and ahc proffered the s iopman pay meat for the refuse shoes. "There is no charge," he said, as ho handed them to her in a neat package, "I suppose you want them for a )ranging basket ?" 'Mercy, no 1 My sister is to be married this evening, and we want Lamm to throw after tho carriage. One own aro all new, cul it must be an old shoe to bring luck." "J see," said the shopman, and he gazed dreamily attar her retreating form, matter• ing in a vivid monotone t "And the family shoos range from sixes to eights—1 see," Rei Tyrant. Ile—" You are a slave to fashion," Shea" Well, I believe I amass my dress - THE AFRIOAN COLLISION, Death Of a Gallant Youlg Britian Officer, 'las lrrenrii Troop; h5us.1 lleon the Eng. hell In TAlitnkc—The horrors or oke 91a1•e'I'rale—Slletch or col, The recent collision of the English and Peewit], iu West Alden is referred to by Many Louden papers as "tut unfortunate mistake," whioh is explained) in this wey; It was bright moonlight when the French troops, early en the morning of December 23rd, surprised the British expedition, The 1l'renelo officer in oommand was mortally wounded by the British -Ere, , but prior to )tie death in the Britislu camp ho was able to make a statement explain. Mg how the 'blunder arose, laentenant, "davits sadd that in the moonlight the remelt force mistook the white cam- I The Distress in Ohmage. Towards tho close of tba World's Fair daily meetings of the unemployed were held around the Columbus Monument on the Lake Front. One day a riot at the very portal of the City Halt was quol•ed by the police. Then work was given to all of the unemployed who would accept it, or could accept it, on the big drainage canal After the fair closed thousands of idle men om- °egod frau somewhere—sprang up from under tho granite streets, it seemed ; pour. ed into the city from neighboring towns on the eouth, northwest, and oast. Those men had no plane to sleep, nothing to eat. In sheer hamauity the Oity Hall was given up to thorn, and night after night, since the middle of Novoiuber, the great corridors of the building and its stairways of iron and steno were turned into dormitories—hard bads, but warns onus, at least. The home. lass, the hungry, oried aloud, and the peace of tha city was disturbed. The churches discussed the advisability of throwing open their edifices to those who had not whereon so lay their heads, but this movement was abandoned. \Vhy, no ono seemed to know. Then a crank in a suburban town issued a printed circular palling for twelve thousand armed unemployed nten to meet at a certain hour at the Columbus Monument, go up into the city and take what they thought they wanted. This odd and highly impracticable Aug. gostion crystallized the movement for the relief of rho poor, and a general committee of the rink men, called the Central Reliet Assoelation, was formed. The ohnrabes and their representatives in the ministry got together, add set to work ab once in organ. !zing societies and committees for invest!• tion and relief. At that time the City Tipall was the publics dormitory, and a visit there at night was like a walk through a potter's field of unburied dead. The air of the main aorridoea beeomo aurruptand has not yet been pucifled, although the lodgers were forbidden to enter -a fortnight ago, The Central Relief Association worked hard,and soon had a great soup•kitaken on the Lake Front at the foot of Randolph Stroet, Here are fed daily about four thousand persons. The establishment dons nob undertake to lodge the poor, bat it feeds them. No re. striations are placed on the applicant He may fill himself there once, twine, or thrice a day as he wishes. And its fires are burns ing incessantly. In other parts of the city are seven establishments in whioh the needy aro fad and lodged. All the outlying feed• hog stations have dormitories attached and the work is growing. M Homo and Abroad. An old gcutleman, crossing rho road .with his wife, saw a lady slip and Call, He wont to bar assietauco, aid helped her up. \Vhen he wont back to itis wife she shoot: her fist at him. "It's all right, my dont, ft's all right," he said. "0ln yea ! of °murse it's all right. When you 000 a atraega woman tuml:lo down you can go and help hor,,but the outer day when I tumbled down stars you could only laugh at me, 'and ask if I was practising for a Mous,' derad ab that the natives who havetrusted in us, and ,lave ben betrayed, should curse trio alamo of England and seek protootlon lretn tbo Frouolr wlio, whatever nisy, ho their faults, puts down all suo14 atrooltios with a strong baud?' The events which led to the meeting of the two bodies of troops have been ascertained with 501111 MEASURE OF D0L^INITl1NEAb, The. British expedition was in rho field against the Sofas, a tribe which has mused maoh trouble by raiding psacoable natives under British protection,. `.Clio French wee was engaged against the Altnanty Samadoo, a native chief who lute for some time past been the objoot of attaok by Shp French, filo latter having several times defeated him, It (moms that the two foreee having tomo in sight of each other, the Fronolo mistook the British force foe the followers of the Alntamy, and delivered an attack, though ,tow such a mistake could have been reasonably made, in view of the distinguish. lug uniforms both of the frontier police and of the West India Regiment, wbich•formed CAPTAIN LONDY. paignieg costume width was worn by the British officers for the white dross of Arab chiefs who were supposed to be command- ing a body of Sofas. Tho French consider. ed the opportunity an excellent one for a surprise attack, and accordingly approach- ed and fired upon the British force before discovering their mistake. The British, being taken completely by surprise, return- ed at indiscriminate fire, which added to the confusion. The statement of the French commanding oiieaer makes it abun• dandy clear that the mistake was made by the French force, and that no responsibility lies with the Bribish troops for this deplor- able affair. The place where the collision occurred is well within the British border, and it has yet'; to be explained what the French were doing in this locality." ONE OF TILE SENEGALESE TIPAILLEURS. Among the killed was the gallant young officer Captain Ludy. In a latter to a friend written as early as July last he dis• cusses the situation in the -Niger country and gives the following amount, of • THE MORROW OF SLAVE•IIUSTIx6', " People who live in a civilized country cannot realize the horrors which are per- petrated uuder the name of war in the regions behind Sierra Leone. Peaceable agriculturists are roomed from their sleep by the blaze of the roofs of their villages, in. fants in arms too weak to bear the journey to the Soudan slave marts are torn from their agonized mothers and their brains dashed unt against trees and stones, while the women themselves aro made the vdo time of the brutal lust of tho Sofas, and the men who escape the ohemoes of a general carnage are loaded with fetters and driven away hundreds of noilss to be sold into slavery. All these atrooities are committed by the Sofas upon people living within the British sphere of influence, upon people who have a right to demand British pro. teabion, and who have, indeed, beer prom. isod proteatioo. Go the faith of that promise they have stayed in thelr homes until it is too late to escape. The whole of Kuniki is lull of ruins of villages and the bones of children and of people who, befog of no value from the slaver's point of view, were ruthlessly massacred. Can it be won. A PRIVATE OF TM} BnoTisll \VEST TED/AN REGIMENT. the British force, is not yet apparent. In• treed, the uniform of the West India.Regi• moot appears to be very similar to that of the French Senegalese sharpshootera, and hence'should have been easily recognized by the French. The episode serves to mark the unsatisfactory oontlition of affairs in the Hinterland of Sierra Leone, where dis- putes between the French and British Com- missioners as to the limitations of the re• specs ive spheres of influence have from time to time taken place, and been the subject of communication between the Govern. meets. Captain Leudy, one ni the killed, is spoken of as a most doALLANT ASD PRoisISING; OFFICER, who had been notified of his appointment to a home regiment, end would shortly have left Africa. With regard to the tribe agaieat which the British were operating a correspondent writes: "No doubt they are unmitigated bandits, but 'plunder is their trade,' and they are quite willing to admit ; they have a certain sort of honesty, and have treated our officers very well. One of tho officers I attached to the late Commission walked into their camp one day, armed with a white cotton umbrella only, and interview- ed doe chief. Ho says they were amenable to discipline, and we merely had to tell them that they could not be allowed to raid in our territory, but must 'move on,' and they would do so. I am afraid it is too late to say anything about Samory, as the powers that be appear quite willing to give up the whole of the Niger basin, and conao. quently there is no longer any Hinterland to Sierra Leone, and that colony is hope. fess. Lieutenant-Colonel Alfred 11. Ellis, C.B. who commands the troops on the \Neat °oast of Africa, and is in charms of the ex- pedition operating against the Sofas, has seen a oonaiderable amount of active service since ho joined the army, twenty-one years ago. He took part in the Ashanteo war of 1873.4; commanded the Rousse, Constabu- laryat ttluittah during the blockade by the Awunas in 1878, being wounded in one of their attacks, service in the Zulu campaign of 1879, commanded the expedition into the Tambaku country in 1802, whioh cul• urinated in the capture of Tambi, and Dont• mended the subsequenb expedition to bioe Gambit. For lois scrims iu the last- mentioned campaigns, Colonel Ellis WAS created a O.B. He is forty-two years of age. THE WAYSIDE INN. u Interesting (louse inhabitedily nn In. tereslinyt Family—One llraila, Is NOW in Novo Scotia. Longfellow's Wayside Inn ie in rho town of Sudbury, alassaahusotts, about twenty five miles west of Boston, on the main road between Boston and Worcester, It was built by John Howe early in the 17bh ten• fury for a country neat,aoditdeclined with the fortunes of the family from a stately nansion to an inn, but never a humble one, It was float licensed under the name of "The Reil Horse Inn," September 140, 1688. When Sudbury was burned by b' o Indians 'n 11170 ib was the only house in town that escaped destruction. It ie a great plain colonial mansion,bnilt of solid oak, and made pioturesgneby its gambrel rod, moonstone ohimneye, and its original tiny windows' (eighty in number,) with dna leaden sashes. And strange enough it looks in this country of tomorrows with no yesterdays. No welder its piotnresgno imago lingered in Longfellow's mind until too used it as a eon- nootiog link in a ohnin of poems, Longfellow first saw the inn when at the ago of nineteen, he was on iris way to Ea York, to sail for Europe. It was then a coaching station. Later in life when the inn still called dos Red Horse inn,booame a favorite resort of some of his friends, he visited thein and took observations for the poems afterwards written at Craigia house and Nalialit. Longfellow's dcaoriptlon of Lyman Howe, the landlord, is said to be trate to life. He was "jnstioo of peace, pioud of his name and rase, and cent of arms, au 1 known ovary. whore as "The Squire." Ono old man in Sudbury said to mo, "I'll a known fro meant Squire Howe if he hadn't put bis name there; it sounds jest like him." He WAS very proud of doe family silver brought from England, all bearing tine Howe crest. And their rare and delicate china would delight the heart ot a connoisseur. These Howes were descended from the noble family of that name in Britain, and showed their pure ancestry by their refined speech and manner. The graudsire, whose sword is mentioned in the poems, was Colonel Howe, who was appointed a mem- ber of Laftoyetbe's staff because of his knowledge of French, and that accounts for Lafayette's visits to bhe inn, Colonel Howo died of smallpox, which he caught from a traveller, un 1780. The. inn came to Lyman in direct descant from the founder, John Bowe, but at his death it ppaesod away frmn tiro Lowes, and became lino proporby of his mother's sister, Rebecca Bolcom, wife of Daniel Puffer, of Sudbury, grand -aunt of the writer. Since that time it has boon a peaeoful laronbouse, John Bowe; a ornate of Col. Howe, the "grandsiro," Whose sword hang poacoftilly in the parlor, was engaged in newspaper work do Boston when the Revolutionary war began. Ho remained loyal to the King of England and etnigranted with bis family to Nova Scotia. When tho British Government rewarded the 11, E. Loyalisbe, for thole patriotism, with grants of land, John Howe received a grant of land about two miles from Halifax. •(lore his sen Jnsoph was born in 1804. 1310 wan the Hon. ,Joseph Howe, who is considered one of the greatest orators the Dominion of Canada ever produced. II0 died in 1873, a few weeps after his appointment as lieutenant -governor of Nova Scotia. (Cott' adieu Magaollno, JOS�ELET�, Tho 000lt•book „eefp0 is too of tell rifle the disappointing hovel, it done net 89149 out right, Warklnan.-'"Ts the bolo ab inhere New-father--'lNo; the nurse has her out for an airing." ing a TdentisbegMho davotosda hinoeessal'llmseylf to pull+ ile ohtessrswa paiui0 toning fellow, lie—" Give mo kiss, we 't you 1" She (bositatiogly)—" \Nell—I will, if you wont give it away," A local dealer advertises "a now otook of waliting•stioka for gentlemen with oarvod wooden heads," Customer—" Tltat's a queer sherd piece of pie. Looks something like a turnover, Wositor—''No,olrt It's a"left•ovor," �. Jackson tells mo Lltedaet Ghiug lie wrote b was accepted. Do yen know what it was? "Yes, hie resignation," Jagaon says it's 0100 thing for a servant girl to know her piaoe, but quite a (Hillmani thing for her to keep it. "Ya'as, °holly gave her a piece of 11 mind when he met Iter." "1t must hav' been a very small piece then, if he has any left." Mrs. Houser—" What'd that furniture dealer say when you told him that mirror he sent up was cracked i" Houser• --"said he'd look into it." She—" This ds so sudden," lie—" How firm you women aro in your oonviotione. That's just what you said when I proposed two years ago." Foot -."I have!°alied to learn what has beeomo ot my poem I seat you, entitled, `Tile Bravo Fireman ?'" Editor "It went to the fire." Sympathetic widow—" Have you been fortunate in your love affairs 1' Interesting subjeot—" Yes, very. I never yet fell in love with a girl who would marry me. tie—" What about those new neigh— bors you called on today 7" She -" Well, they said they had Dome to the village to avoid society and begged me to oall often." Tramp—" Say governor, you wantor get a medal from the unmans society 7" Gen. Boman—" Through you ?" Tramp—" Yes. Give me a dollar and you'll save both our W B t F T "Glorious ! Old fellow, so her father acid yes when you asked him?" "Yes." "Haw did you put the question ?" "Asked him if he had any objection bo me," He called her up over the telephone, Nor noticed Itis boss' frown 'Till when he'd talked an hour or two Aud (mud himself called dawn. "Is there no way in which you can use this poem?" asked the despairing pont. "There is," said tha editor. "We haven't had a load of wood in a week," This balmy winter weather Brings triode to us every day, We can't tell whether the summer olotttoo Or our winter to give away. St. Peter—" From whence do you Dome ?" Chicago man—" I must decline to answer that." " On what grounds ?" " That the answer would tend to criminate myself." Byers—" Moat was your idon in getting vaccinated on your rheumatic arm 7" Seller —" I)taouomy of pain. It couldn't make the arm hurt worse than it did already. The old inhabitant gannet Recall a year remote, When one could till so late a date Still soak his overcoat. Little Effie (who has stroked the kitten until she has begun to parr)—" Maudie, do you hoar that ?" Sister Maud—" Hear what, Effie ?" EIIie—" Why, I do believe kitty's boiling." " That young widow Filson is quite a dashing creature, don't you think?' "I guess you are right. She dashed my hopes most effectually when I asked her to marry me," There's nn love like the old love, Sung sad and hen-pecked Barry ; " There's no love like the old love, The ono I didas'b marry." Nall—" How do you know she is in love with Jack 1" Belle—" 13ooause she told me he was perfectly horrid, and if she were in my place she wouldn't have anything to do with him." Mr. Pinks—" My wife has no sympathy with tide female emancipation movement. She says women's sphere is the home." Mrs. Strongmind—" When were you mar. rieti?" Mr. Pinks—" Last week." Staggs—" I surely world hate to bo the moon. Takes it two weeks to get full." Daggers—"And that isn't the worst of it, -either. After it is full it needs two more weeks to get over it." Lives.,, hen weather prophets prophesy A winter cold and drear, e sure a winter soft and warm Is. swiftly deawning near. Traveler in Missouri—'!I want to find t he conductor. Who has charge of this rain?" Trainman— "Can't tell till after we pass the next strip o' woods." From December unto DecemberThis thing may bo truthfully said : he joke we can never remember Is the one that we think of in bed. He bougbb a new alarm oiook When be made his New Year's vow. 'Tis very painful to record, Bat both are broken now. About Books and Papers. Tho most expensive illustrated book yet made is said to bo a Bible now owned by Theodore Irwin, of Oswego, N.Y. Ib is valued at 910,009. The News, published at Cochran, Oa„ is but little larger than an ordinary envelope, and claims bo be the smallest weekly papor published in Georgia. It is rather surprising to learn chat the little Republic of Uruguay has more news• papers iu proportion to its population than any other country in the world, The first almanac printed in Europe is believed to have been the Kalendarinm Novum, by Regimontamus, calaulatod for the three yoat's, 1476, 1494, and 1511 1t was published at Buda, in Hungary. There aro in existence, it is claimed, specimens of paper made from rags as early as the fourteenth century, the oldest extant being, it la repol'tod, a letter from ,Toinville to Louis N,, of France, dated A.D. 1418. The Soriptnres were first written on at: ins, linen cloth or papyrus, and rolled ,up as we do engravings. .l'ioo Old Testament was written in thio old Hebrew character— an offah of of rho Pltmn iaiau. It was a sym• bol language as written, and the vowel sounds eippliod by the voiae. Tho words ran together in a ooltintious line. After the Hebrew became a dead' language, vow•' els were supplied to preserve ueago, tviliell was passing away,.After the Babylonish captivity, the written Hebrew wee Modified by the Aramaic, end rho scbeels of reading taught the aeoaot and emphasis. Then nam the 0cperatimt of words from emelt other, then division into verses.