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'bjuery iu t'<hedittle t0Wn retie ibpve
lie r ehof the, river like rho buzz of
,'ties salient.
C1ier443'tiiary the day imperil'.
400410 .in the rolling mute, was
e`jtisi retiring to hie home, hiving
r been relievo'd by the night euperin.
Wont, and as he, walked along,
feetttoundiag arieply on the
erg, frozen earth, he whistled soft.
l" ta..hmself, ae lighthearted as a
bird's. •
'1* re going with us to -night
Gherley, to the operal" cried a gay
Yoica,. and two or three young men
Qamo'byy.
•Tor upon that especial evening
Beare wee to be an opera in the little
town, a genuine New York cum-
; pang, with a chorus, a full orchestra,
and all the parapheenalia of scenery
and gostume which provincial. reei-
deirts so seldom enjoy, and the
ounger population were on the
gu€'vive of delightful expeotatinn.
am going.' said Emery, slowly ;
but not with you 1"
`'liftt'you will change your mind,
tjough,' said Harrison, 'when you
e r that Kate Marcy is to be one
of our. party,T-.Kate Marcy and the
•Mica Hallowells dud Fanny Hewitt.
•;There are eight of us going. We've
kept a seat on purpose for you 1'
'I have engaged myself to another
lady,' said Emery..
Harrison laughed.
'Well, I'm sorry for it,' said he ;
_'but Mies Marcy is not a girl who
need pine .for a cavalier. We'll
I.;;keep the seat for you until a guar-
der of eight. And let me give you
a a werning,'u1d fellow ! Kate Marry
,is a high minded girl -it won't do
to trifle too much with her 1'
Charles Ernery went on his way
rather graver and more self -absorb -
'ed. He had •asked his mother the
day before to go, and his mother's
eyes had brightened with genuine
delight.
'Your father often used to take
me, Charley,' she said, 'when we
were young people and lived in
New York. But it is twenty years
and more. since I have been to en
a. And if you're quite sure,
• r, that ,there is no young lady
whom you would rather take' -
'As if auy young girfin the world
could be to me what my own darl-
ing mother is ! replied Emery,
smiling across the table to her.
'Then I shall be delighted to go,'
'said Mrs. Emery. And her voice
and her eyes bore witnees to the
truth of her words.
• But now that a regular party had
been organized, and Kate Marcy
had promised to join it, things look-
ed different to tho young man. For
a moment he alrnoet regretted that
he had engaged himself to take his
mother.
rShe woa�lc� "lie ` al-fal1 1a s'aells
with ,'any, concert,' he eaid to him-
self, 'and I'Should have the oppor-
tunity of eittting,all evening next
to Kate Marcy. I'll._asjc,her to let
me off this time.. She won c'� rion"-
l3at when he went into the little
Bitting room of their humble do-
main, and saw his mother with her
silver-gray hair rolled into puffs on
either side of her almost unwrinkled
brow, her best black silk donned,
and the opal brooch she owned pin-
ned into the white lace fold' at her
bosom, his heart miegave him.
have been trimming my bon-
net over with some violet -velvet
flowers; she said smiling, 'so as to
do you no discredit, Charley ; and I •
have a new pair of violet kid gloves.
And now you must drink your tea:
I've shade some of your favorite
cream-biscuit,and the kettle is near-
ly boiling. Oh, Charley, you'll
laugh at me, I'm afraid, but I feel
like
i little girl going to her first
children's party. It's so seldom,
you know, that a bit of pleasure
comes in my way 1'
And then Charl'ee Emery made
up his mind that his mother was
more to him, in her helpless old
age and sweet affectionate depend•
once, than any blooming damsel
whose eyes shone like stars and
whose cheeks rivalled the Septtem-
lflr peach.
'Going with some one else 1' said
Kate Marcy, rather surprised and
not exactly pleased.
She was a tall beautiful maiden,
the belle of C—, and rather an
steefrxese'in her own right. She liked
Cl dedt3s Emery, and she rather sur-
mised that he liked " her. And
when she had been studying up her
'toilet for the opera, she bad select-
ed a blue dress, with blue flowers
fol' het hair and ornaments of tur-
quoise, because she had once heard
Mr. Emery say that blue was his
favorite color.
'Going with some one else 1, she
t.epeetcd,'' "W`e'll, Ile, leen a right •10
fruit btineelf,'
494 the kept., taithitll *worn
'sank the jealbney that diatuthe&her
44 .the while 40 WAS eittir?l .waif-
ing for the great grran ourteiu, to
be drawn up, until, of a 41444074
titet'e waa a alight beetle on the rotir
of Beate beyond, and Emery eutored
with his moah', -
Then Kate's Avergloomed face
grew -bright again; She drew a
..long !meth t end turned to'
brh of 'relief ta a
tho etigo; it was es if the myriad
gaeligl is had alt of ,a sudden been
turned up, :as ifall the mimic world
in .the opera house had grown redia
ant,
Never. WAS Take sweater to her
ears than the eon?ewnat thjn and ex-
hausted warble of the pritha donna;
never did scenery glow with such
natural .tints or footlights shine
more softly. Kate Marcy declared
that the opera waa 'perfection l'
'Yes ; but,' eaid pert little Nina
Cummings, 'do look at Charley
Emery with that little old women 1
Why couldn't he have come and Oat
with turd'
Kate said nothing. In the crowd
now surging out of the aisles of the
little opera house she could scarce-
ly venture to express her entire
opinion, but she said in a low,
earnest tone, -
don't know what you think of
it Nina ; but I, for my part, respect
Alr.Enzertl a thousand times more for
lass kindness to his mother.'
And, almost at the same second,
she found herself looaing directly
into Chnriey'e eyes.
For a moment only. The crowd
separated them almost ere they
could 'recognize one another; but
Kate felt sure -and her cheeks
glowed scarlet -that he hoard her
words.
'Charley,' said little Mra. Emery,
looking into her son's face as they
emerged into the veil of softly fall-
ing snow which satiated to enwrap
the whole outer world in a dirn,
dazzling mystery, 'who was that
gid with the large blue eget; and
sweet face wrapped in a. white, fleecy
sort sof bok.d-.the one who said she
respected you 7'
'It was Kato Marcy, mother.a
'She has the face of an angel,'
said Mrs. Emery softly.
The next day Charley went bold'
ly to the old Marcy homestead'
whose red brick gables, sheeted
with ivy, r're up out of the leafless
elms and beeches. just beyond the
noise and stir of the busy village.
'Miss Marcy,' be said, 'I heard
what you said' last night.'
'It was not meant for your ears,
Mr. Emery, said Kate, coloring a
soft rosy pink.
'But,' he punned, looking her
full in the foot, `I cannot be saris
fled w;th that, Miss Marcy, I want a
warmer feeling. If - you could
teach yourself to love me" -
The dimples came around Kate
Marcy's red lips, wreathing her
smile in woudroua beauty.
'Mr. Emery,' she said, 'I do love
you. I have loved you for a long
time.'
And Charley went home envying
neither king nor prince.
'But I never, should have loved
you so dearly,' his young wife told
him afterward, 'if you- hadn't been
eo kind to that little mother of yours.
„ i y;,,eyescyou,never looked so hand_
some as when you soil labeling over
her gray head in tire crowded hall of
the opera house that night.'
FORTUNES IN FROGS.
"About twenty five years • ago,"
said an old attendant in the big
Washington market to a Boston
Globe reporter, "several men made
fortunes at catching frogs and mend-
ing them to market. The hind
lege were cut off, skinned, washed,
and, after being mildly salted, were
sent away in barrels. Prices used
to range from 50 to 75 cents for a
dozen pairs of lege. and as sales
were quick, there was a pile of
money in the occupation.
"One old fallow, a blacksmith by
the name of Weld, down in Green -
hush, Me., supplied all of New
England for years. He lived by
the side of very extensive ewampe
that were filled with wigglers and
cattaile. The former furnishedood
for the frogs, while the latter leave
them shade. I have seen bullfrogs
legs that were nearly as big as the
lege of a chicken."
"Old man Weld used to hire boys
to kill the frogs for him, giving
them 5 or 6 cents a dozen. The
frogs were so plenty that many of
the children earned good wages,
even at that small price. Weld
dressed the frogs, corned them and
shipped them to Boston in barrels
like herrings, He kept up the
business for years, and, though he
slew hundreds of thousands every
year, the supply did not diminish
at all."
"By and by the prices went away
down and as the old man had clear-
ed about $200,000 out of the
echeme, ho retired built himself a
find mansion and lived at his ease.
He is the only man I know of who
got rich by catching frogs, but I
have heard of several others.
Every ,►
Veray"s ?r>'nitee*,
ff itt'eaolr daily- task Our nafud.
Bo sotto );114119w n11 , o %1n 1, ,
NOW treasures still .pf-cotlntlese ia'tee
rood will .prorfde as. s42arldee,
The trivial ronad, the efltrnpon *kr
Wig ;Wallah all wits Ought to ask,
ftAotn to deny oeraelvearta..road
7 g brieg us dally nearer ,Poet
M" TFL. D'S LESSON.
Via.
AXF
Mr. Mexeelt1 wets a very positive seen fr
when •he Was sure of A thingl,o Nets very
.sure, and as ha sometimes jumped at' con•
oluslone, be occasionally found himself in a.
predicament.
"Hannah," he said to his, wife, coming
out into the kitchen one morning in hot
haste, "what on earth have you done with
that I:m*1%e,of papers I left on the mantel
in the sitting -room t I wish to goodness
you would let my things alone so that I
could ever find them."
"Well, I have left them alone this time,'
snewored Hannah, rather sharply. • "I
didn't even know there were any pap'ere
there."
' "What's the use of talking''so?" eald
Mr. Maxfield. "I put them there before
breakfast, and there hasn't a soul been into
the room but you. Do try and think what
you have done with them."
Mr's, Maxfield worked away at her cake
in silence.
"Suppose I shall have to wait your pleas-
ure, but my time is worth something, so it
you will tell me as soon as possible, you
will greatly oblige tea."
"I told you I had neither seen nor touch-
ed year papers, John."
"And I tell you you must' have. I kuow
positively that I put them there before
breakfast ; they are gone now, and you
were the only person in the room."
"John," she said, very clearly and decid-
edly, "no one, not even my husband, shall
as good as tell me I lie, without apologizing
for it. I shall have nothing to say about
your papers or anything else until you do."
In her way Mrs. Maxfield was just as
positive as her husband. Mr. Maxfield
concluded at this juncture that for the
present at least ho had better betake him-
self elsewhere. So trying his best to ap-
pear unconcerned, he sauntered out into
the hall, took up his hat and found under-
neath it, those miserable papers;
"Con --found them 1" he said, with much
emphasis, under his breath, secreting them
in his pocket.
"And there I've gone and Iriled Hannah
up for nothing. iVhy in the name of good-
ness couldn't I have held my tongue until I
had looked around a little, anyway? And
blame it, she said I must apologize! Great
Scott! I would rather plow a ten -acre lot
ten times over. I don't know but I'd
rather take the money out of the bauk and
give her the phaeton she's been wanting
these two years. I declare I' believe I
would."
When Mr. Maxfield came in to dinner he
was blandness itself.
"Haw are you getting on with your
baking?" he queried, as he performed his
ablution at the sink. Mrs. Maxfield took a
pie from the oven and carried it to the
pantry without vouchsafing any reply-.
"I wish those everlasting papers had
been in Halifax," thought Mr. Maxfield, as
he washed. "No use trying to do every-
thing to -day, you'll get;used up," he said,
burying his face in the long towel as he
spoke.
"Don't fret about me. Take care of
your papers, and 1'I1 see to myself," was
the icy reply, and Mr. Maxfield subsided.
He repeated his efforts at night, but With
no better success,
"I'll try the phaeton to -morrow, but I
don't know as even that will fetch her,' he
thought as he lay down to sleep. Accord-
ingly he began at the breakfast table.
"I've been looking over things and figur-
ing a little, Hannah, and I don't know but
I could spare you enough for that phaeton,
if you want it. You would like that,
wouldn't you?" queried Mr. Maxfield anxi-
ously.
"No, John Maxfield ; at present I
wouldn't even look at it. I meant exactly
"Blame it 1" thought the unfogtunate
man, "she is bound I shall apologize, and
she won't forget what I said about the
phaeton either. If she would only ask if
I've found them, so that I could sort of ex-
plain it along easy, and not have to come
out plump and say I was so mistaken."
But Hannah had no intention of doing
any such thing.
To -morrow would be their wedding an-
nivefsary. Were they to spend that day.ot
all days in this fashion ?
Then Mr. Maxfield made up his mind
that since it must be done, it must. "But
it will be the toughest job I've struck for
one spell," he acid, as he meditated in the
barn.
"I -was a blasted fool, Hannah !" said
Mr. Maxfield as quick as he opened the
door before he could lose his courage.
"0, John !" said Mrs. Maxfield, drop-
ping the chicken to tbo floor and springing
to meet him. "0, John, I am so thank-
ful."
"The dickens you are ! Well, that's a
pretty go," said he, trying to laugh, but
feeling rather misty about the eyes him-
self. '
"You know what I mean," sobbed his
wife. "I thought yon wouldn't ever say
anything, and I didn't know, and I wanted
you to be sorry, and love mo just the same
as you used to. 0, John, don't you ?"
"I guess I do, Hannah, and I was mean ;
but I shall not be sure of anything again in
a hurry. And you're going to have a
phaeton, or anything else you waut."
"I don't feel now as if I cared whether I
ever had anything or not. 0, John, you
don't know how thankful I am."
"Maybe not," responded her husband.
"Maybe not ; but I feel as if the whole
Rocky Mountain range had been lifted off
my shoulders. I have learned one lesson
anyway, and I don't believe I shall forget
it in a hurry."
Snow Balls.
Wet feet and warm whiskies are good
things from an undertaker's point of view.
' Both parents consented, and a girl of 13
was married a few days ago in Georgia to a
boy of 14.
In the bright lexicon of speculation there
is nothing so uncertain as a sure thing. --
Texas Siftings.
1114:0,011;00c 1$1010 0l.
Pew *tta pottier 'liras Aar Q:u; When she:
lluk Wee fi!toiun,.
tttlotti 'on*..--Aior.amtor ready, tv to " o prt?s4 wlt:.h;onr",lnside pit et, �Wedne d"a
Y.
eftetnoon'wo discovered that 'We
to, A half•lareod ,knasyn. ascend town .a'
"Strawberry. 'Qts;' vfrh,O. eoeaeipually chortle
hrot e!d the If,iske.;` pttice,.bad etches kite keg
thee night before ant1gone ojfto•the hills with
It
If! bane a eprao " 14 Watt mated printer's
luk and liked it, and probably thought it
would bring big drnek quicker and test
tenger than whielcy'. "
As we, couldn't find Toe, and "ae•oilr es-.
teemed genteo►perai'y down the street never
usoe real ink, we had to tnsnufaotuto imam -
thing out pf lampblack and cirottie. juice.
We can't say it ivee a trireme, buts' under
the eiroutnetanoee, we hope our subeoril?ers
will bear with us. We .have fourteen mea
out on mules looking for the halt -breed, end
have no doubt ha will aeon be located and a
portion of the ink recovered.
Later. -Strawberry Joseph was located
the day after the above was written, and
about ton pounds of the ink was brought
back to us, The boys buried him where he
Poll, which•is on a lovely little mound about
thirteen•mrles deo northwest of the to'lvn.
We bear hila no ill-wi1i, Having got
through with this inky life we trust that he
will sleep peacefully and well.
No OUTBIDS Posxrtx.--An average of
thirty poems, idyls. refraius, ete., reach
this office every week from parties living at
a distance. While the Kicker publishes a
great deal of poetry, it is poetry written at
home by local poets. We want no outside
contributions in this lino. This apparently
unjust diaerimination is entirely governed
by circumstances. When a local poet
dashes off something good be or she at ones
canters down to this office and hands it in
for publication. We must either publish
it or be shot. For a year or so we pre-
ferred the shooting, but finding that the
noise and excitement unstrung the nerves
of the compositor's and interfered with get-
ting out job work on time, we finally ac-
cepted the poetry. It is leo better than
outside poetry, but outsiders can't shoot
at us. -M. Quad, in New York World.
If His Wiahna Were Gratified.
He told how a littie ready cash would
make a small fortune for him and wished
that he had 810,000 for twenty-four hours.
He described how a certain mat had beat-
en him out of "a good thing," and he wished
for just one chance to "get even."
.g1L
••.uME WOULD," RETURNED THE U'rI5E,.
He detailed a brief experience on the
Board of trade, and wished he had heard
of "that despatch from London" ten
minutes earlier.
" But after all," he said with a sigh, "I
guess it's true that 'if wishes were horses'
beggars would ride.' " '
"Some would," returned the other.
"And I'd be one of them," said the grum-
bler with conviction.
"If wishes were horses," mid the other
slowly and with the air of a man who was
weighing his word, "you'd drive tandem."
Had is New System in View,
"Mary," the said as she entered the
kitchen, "it' seems to me that things are run
rattier loosely here."
"I think so, too, ma'am."
that the are °11 of TtT,- 1.-
things that vr'e ought always to have a sup-
ply of."
"Yes, ma'am. I meant to tell yer, ma'am,
and I forgot all about it."
"But you should have more of a system
about it, Mary. When you find that the
flour is getting low, tor instance, you should
sake a note of it."
"Write it down in a book, ma'am ?"
"Yee, that would be a good idea. Thee
"I Ttil\K SO, TOO, AiA'A 4I."
you would always km w just what is want-
ed; and as the articles arrived you conhl
cheiik them off. In that way an accurate
account could be kept of just what we get,
and at the end of the month it would be
easy to see if the bills were correct."
"I could figure 'em up, ma'am, I sup-
pose ?"
"Of course. And if we adopt that aye -
tem you can keep account of the mieoe ex-
penses, which r alwaysle•t.ve to yen• T
tell them exactly how much milk we use
and what we pay for it,"
Mary thought the matter over for a mo-
ment and then said :
"You got me at an intelligence office,
didn't you ?"
"Yes,''
"Did you think you were getting a book -
'Weeper, ma'am ?"
"Why, Mary—"
"For tt3. i0 a week, ma'am ? No, ma'am,
If I waa a bookkeeper I wouldn't he work-
in' here, ma'am. '1'hey ploy more for 'em in
offices and stores."
TR.BY 1
it Y .'fj�� 'K +F �r�.! VOW-,
twAa;the ae.es(Sithe NSA (/' k h de.ert•
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l .,.f 807 The. b
lug g >! < ,A � � .00100TH go 091,
anal, Cralg'o fie, irnoai1la xenelte tp
Pueblo Bounty' had been df for:Ibe.
holidayz and were flush in the
green -backs of tho xealr and .were
holding higb finks at the horse
rancho, There was oyolry by ztigl►t
and just as the boys Vero feeling at
theft' hest two etrenguae (limed in
the rough garb of the land, appear.
ed on the scene' and introduced
the,gaolvee es cowboys from Arizona.
They go.t gloriously full with the
boya,aid gave it out that they could
ride a>iaytliing that wore hemi'.
This challenge was just. what Col'
one.l Craig's lariat crow wanted and
they had sized tap the Arizonian
lade, but didn't want to take adeane
tage of them, and persuaded them to
wait until morning before snaking
any bete. When the bright New
Year morning came the elder bro-
ther was still a little soggy, but he
gloomily insisted upon making good
his drunken challenge.
The vaugeros told him that was
all right, they didn't expect to beck
up all hie whiskey talk. He would-
n't have it that way. Nobody could
say that he was a bluffer or a quitter,
drunk or sober, and what he said he
would back to his last bean. The
younger brother, who was sober,
tried to diasuade him. "Come now,
Bill," he said, "don't be a blasted
fool."
But the Hermosillo boys were
very willing to give odds of two to
one, and hpon that basis they put
up all the money they had or could
borrow, When the beta were made
the boys rounded up a band of
horses, drbve them into a corral and
pointed out a vicious, Roman -nosed
plug at least ten years old, that nev-
er had is saddle upon his back and
was known to be hopelessly cussed
from the forelock to the tip of the
longest hair in his tail.
The youngster from Arizona. look
ing very glum and disgusted, climb-
ed to the top of one of the big gate-
posts of the corral,to the greatatnuse
meat of the cowboys, who knew that
was useless to attempt to put a sad
die upon the Roman -nosed horse.
They thought the young fellow was
afraid, and they laughed joyously
until he began to peel orf his clothes
and fling there to the ground. Coat,
vest, troueers and shirt were flung
aside, and upon the top of the gate-
post stood a litho, athletic young
man in tights, with a few yards of
hair rope rolled around his waist.
Then the cowboys rolled cigarettes
and wondered what he would do
next.
The elder brother opened the gate
just wide enough to .let one horse
pass out at a time, and began drive
ing out the band. .When the Ro-
man -nosed brute came and jumped •
through the opening the man in
tights dropped upon his back from
the gate post like a panther leaping
from a true upon a, doer, and like a
deer the aetonished horse bounded
across the plain. Away he wont,
distancing the boys, who spurred in
pursuit, and in a few minutes the
flying horse passed out of sight, the
man in tighte still sitting upou its
back. And then the cowboys re•
turned to the corral, rolled cigar-
ettes, smoked and waited.
In half an hour the Roman -nosed
horse loped heavily up to the eor-
ral' wild-eyed and foam -flecked, and
ethe^ma ' in-tighta-•sat •upon• his back
and controlled him easily with a
hackamore, roughly fashioned out of
the coil of hair rope that had worn
around his waiet when he started.
There wasn't a kick or a plunge or a
buck -jump left in the old horse, and
his wind was all gone. He was re-
covered with dust and sweat and
mud, and it waa evident that he had
been down sideways and backward
half a dozen times, and had rolled
over on the ground in vain attempts
to crush hie rider.
He would have smashed a saddle
all to pieces, and probably would
have driven the horneof it through
the breast of a rider in some of his
wild backfalls, but the man in
tights always landed upon hie feet
and when the horse got up the man
leaped lightly upon his back again.
The man in tights was a champion
bareback rider from Dan Rice's cir-
cus, and the drunken elder brother
was a gambler from LaaVegae. They
car•riod away all the money on Ran-
cho Hermosillo, and the. ,vaqueros
didn't say much about suckers from
Adzuua. Butcher's wrapping pap-
er dosen'tmake very good cigarettes,
hot it wee all the boys had to go on
until next pay day came around at
Hermosillo.
--The Canadian governmentwill
likely take the duty off binding
twins in rinferhncea to the demands
of farmer%
-- Fowls-, isn't it's Last year
Canada irnPorted 1,500,000 tons of
hard net end 1,600,000 ton of soft
anal Gem 'be 'United States, and
the. TTeited Stated sent to Canada
850,000 tons of soft coal
--Hon. Edward Blake, in answer
to a question, has informed the
University Senate that the $100,000
tllnrntle spent by the Mowat
Givere'+l.' t for Upper Canada
''apace will be a loss to the univer-
Mary is still cooking, and ti:c new sys- ells.
tem has not been tried in that house.
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Locke up. In her ssrefq$y, Yesterday
I fonpd a hpttk
Anda ±ivy' s'ban,du' pn it, Site 1.166
dclvlgg out. with dad,
$o I went lend reed the story, end We
awful, awful sad I
If you give me that .big nimble, Jun, .
I'll hat l reed ;
But you mtieq't talk about it: on'y wi esi
t
we telt o toyobeduw.
Cress your thumb' and say you'll never
tell Hill Mat ke, vt Ted, or Sue,
'Cos if auntie heard about it, why, you
know whet dad 'old do 1
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Pualeyr ghoaand$irtln', just like
Her folk' lived lq l'ennsylyany ; he'd a
farm in Maryland.
There was seems s mile between 'em •-'-
them two $tatesnear disagreed,
'Co. ole Penuzy thoughtsb Mar land was
a-goin' to secede.
Dave ho was so big and noble (prettier
than you and I),
'Coe she says an In the story, and she
wouldn't write a lie.
And he'd ulster' come and see her Satut -
day and %Ve'nesday nights,
And they'd sit in grenupa'e arbor. whie-
porin' in the soft moonlight.
There's a page that's awful eoribble-
betehe wrote it very feat -
And the on'y, thing that's plain is "Do r
ole Dave's perpneed at leer 1"
Then there comes alot of orosee,-mean-
in' kisses --fifty cdd,
With a dopy of a letter that I guess she
sans to trod.'
Aakin' flim to keep a-watehiu', just to see
he don't go wrong -
'Cos us men folks oae't he .faithful to a
sweetheart very long-
Tellin' God she wouldn't ewop him if the
wide world she oould search.
Oh, It starts out like a oircue, but it
ends up like a ohuroh !
Well, one day some Marylanders backs
their ears sed wants to bite,
And • at Baltimore they killed soma
Fed'rel, goin' to the fight.
Dave was just a -haggle' emotie when
they heard tremeujus cheers
From some Mar'land chaps as come out
plump for Southron volunteers.
"Alve,' says auntie, "if you love me
and they'r goin' to be a meet,
CBnrae you won't fight in the wrong,
eear, but will Stay and fight with us."
Dave ho turns as white as Uhris'mas, for
just the a diateut band
Plays so awful soft and pretty, "Mary-
land, my Maryland!"
Then he kissed her, oh, so offen, and he
cried and said good -by ;
Rut slto says she wee too proud to let him
see her go and ore.
But they's som,rthin' on the pages -Jim,
my throat's a-gettils' sore!
Hey ! now yon just stop that blu!,bin' ;
what are you a-cryiu' for ?
So next day he fined the rebels -went to
fight just as he thought ;
And oar auntie stopped a prayin-didn't
say 'em as . he
•Guess she reck,'ned Gad might fancy, if
for Dave she went and prayed,
That she a•aoted film to look out for the
-rest of the brigade.
One hot day the Southron army grossed
the border lino so grand ;
Forty million trumpets playin' "Mary-
land, my Morselled 1'
And a eojer told tenor auntie, Dew) bad
falters in the fight,
And had sent her this last message,
"1'rue to what he thought tho right !'
Then she started in a-prayin', just as if
she'd never Stop -1
Prayed right down the hull Church ser-
vice, teen went back 'gin to the top.
And ebe actually prayed for blessin's on
enoh Southron gun.
But the long delay was fatal, for the
North went in and won.
P'r'ay `he'd made a decent uncle, Jim,
for such as you and me ;
But I can't feel quite as erory as I s'pose
I'd oughter be.
And about them prayer■ of auntie's --I
keep thinkin' more and more
That it's lucky for the Union she didn't
pray before ?
SUDDEN DEATH.
The citizens of Guelph were sure
prised to learn of the sudden death
of Dr. Keating, an old, well known
Medical practitioner and very highly
respected. About a year ago the
doctor had a severe attack of grip
from which he never fully recover...
ed. A month ago he contracted
another cold and a week ago another
one above that. The latter he tried
to shake off, although complaining
of spasms in the regions of bis heart.
Saturday night he returned home
after visiting his patients, partook
of his supper, and about 10.30 read
family prayers and left the circle.
Abort 12 o'clock the servant girl
smelt smoke and informed some of
the members of the household. The
smoke came from the doctor's cone
suiting room. Tho family were
aroused, and at once when it was
found that the doctor was not in
bed the consulting room was entered
and the doctor observed half slipped
from his easy chair with an upturn..
ed lamp on leis desk. The room
was thick with smoke and fire. Dr.
Keating was removed to an adjoin-
ing house, where two pbysiuiana
were in immediate attendance. They
pronounced that the doctor bad been
dead for fully an hour and" that
heart failure was the cause. The
doctor waa in the habit of retiring
to hie private room in the evening
to have a private read, make up Ms
books or write letters. It is supe
posed that while thus engaged he
was seized with one of the spasms,
fell forward a little, threw out his
hands, upset the lamp and instantly
expired. Thore was only a small
hole burned in the carpet, and a
portion of the Woodwork of the con-
sulting room was charred. One
ailets of Dr. Keating's head was a
little blackened with the smoke. Ile
was 55 years of age.
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