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Home My WebLink AboutThe Huron News-Record, 1893-04-26, Page 3po'ttcoi. Sia int r lsOvr daxit the elet143 €ta'etWhoa tlao W001an vrbo is borne dove. by wOduir e troubles harass to Dr. PieSee's Fav- orite Pxezcriptiosl. If her life is made g.lootny by tl chronic weaknesses, deh- eate derangements, and painful disortlers that af- flict hor sex, they are com- pletely cured. If she's overworked, nervous, or "run-down," she has new life and strength. "Favorite 1'eescription" is at powerful, invigcratin tonne and a soothing and strengthening n e r vino, purely vegetable, perfectly 'harmless, It regulates and promotes all the pgoper functions of womanhood, improves .0130s -tion, enriches tho blood, dispels aches :find pains brings refreshing sleep, and re- frtores health and vigor. For every "female cprnplaint" and disturbauee, it is the only remedy so sure and urfai.i:t,; that it can bo f(ttaranteed. If it doesn't borteflt or ctu'o, you have your Loney hack. The Huron News -Hem d 1,50 a Year --$1.25 in Advance. Wednesday, April Mil, I!49 . GOD FORSAKEN LAND. A SETTLER'S ORAPIIIC DESCRIPTION OF 'SOItT}I D.IKUTA, '140'V t hs. tiro 7fi90me, I IkO ttw words of a siring without ittgrlc, Like the tsky without sunlight are, Like the harpwith the st'in is al broken, Is the hones that's dseete er love, Like s convert hall thuya deserted, Like u heart shut has turned to stone, Like u kingdom bereft of 8 ruler, Like eking bereft of a throne; hi the home that hes not the sunshine Of love to illumine night, To oust through the deepest. shadows Its wonderful beaeon Il�ht. AN APRIL FOOL "I feel like doing something outrageous, Jack." "Worse than usual, Jill?" "Very far above and beyond anything 1'v ever done." •''.lay the suints preserve ate!" and then . Hence foil bstweeu them. Jill drew the vase of jonquils over to her side of the table, and began tearing the ;ratty yellow blossoms to pieces. Jack caught the fair, destructive fingers ur his own, "You are bent on mtschief, Jill; I fear we -hall butts come to grief, as did our name• Bakes before us, unless you leave off you ,nal h., bits." ' When we are sober, married people, J..ck, living out at Elmwood, I shall he a model of sedate propriety, but now I'm buoy,+ening and thirsting for fun." "Whicli, being interpreted, means that you are going to get into another scrape." "No; I shall lay deep plana this time." "Then somebody wit! suffer. I fear me, that you are a bloodthirsty little vixen." "I'm afraid eo, Jack. lio you knew what 1 tum thinking of now ?" "No, Jill, they say there is honor among thieves. Perhaps if 1 join you in carrying out your deep and dark plans I may escape the misery that 1 fear you aro hoping to bz ing upon tee." "And you'll really help mo ? Jack, you are the joy of my life !" Jill pushed the jonquils away, and turned a bright face up to her sweetheart's "Uncle Bert is away now," she went on, "mid it's just the time fur our fun. Only two days before .April first ! Colne, Jack, we must settle on something." It carts nearly sundown when Jack went le tee. He met little Miss Basset on her way from school. She was a dainty little belly, well into the thirties, but fair and l r .tty- still. "1 urn s surprised," she said, `•I've just had a note asking me to play the wedding march at your uncle's wedding 1" "Then it is true ?" "Why, yes. '1'he note is signed, 'Cunt. mitteo of arrangements."That is queer, but then, your uncle is queer." "Very. You will play ?" "1'q be sure. There ! The note is gone." A whiff of wind snatched it from her hand, and away it went across streets and gardens, to flutter down at the door of the village gossip. and to help very materially in ,tarrying out the plans of Jack and .Jill. Little Miss Basset trudged on. She liv- ed with her sister in the country, and taught music at the academy in the village. She was smiling as she passed Elmwood. Its master was no longer a young man, and his aversion to marriage was .well known. "I would as soon have thought of being asked to play at the wedding of the *man in the moon !" Miss Basset said aloud. "Did you speak to me, m'am?" "Mr. Grimes ! Why, air, I thought you were in the city ! Oh, I beg your par. don ! Can you forgive that thoughtless re- mark ?" "I don't see how it concerns me, ni'amt if some man is fool enough to marry." "But you aro the man, sir !" honest little Miss Basset exclaimed. "I !" Uncle Bert's face grew redder. "Certainly, sir. Have I nut, just been asked to play the wedding mareli at your wedding ?" "And when, pray, am I to be married'" "On Wednesday night, sir.'' "I think you are a fool, m'am." "I am, indeed, else why do I stop here?" She lifted her little head, and started on. "Pray, don't take offence, where none is intended. Wait and tell me what you know about this matter." Miss Basset turned back. "Will you come in and help me to find out who has done this?" Miss Basset went in. They talked until Mrs. Betsy, the very respectable house- keeper, came in to say that ton was ready. After some pressing Miss Bas et went out to tea with them, and upon its being ex- plained to her that Mrs. Betsy had cut her tinger while slicing the tongue, Miss Basset consented to pour out the tea. Uncle Bert felt unusually happy. It had been long since any woman had taken part in his plans, and Miss Basset had been so interested in trying to help him. It was cosy and pleasant co have her sit there in Mrs. Betsy's place, and chat and drink tea. IIe felt very lonely when she was gone. On the table he found a queer little object. It was made of morocco, and "musique" was stamped on it. He touched it with one finger; then he took it up. A faint, sweet oder arose from it, and a cluster of withered violets fell out on the floor. Uncle Bert picked them all up, stooping stiffly, and then puffing like an engine when he straight- ened again. It had been long since he had held a flower in his hand. The violets carried hint back over a road that he was not used to traveling. IIe went back to his boy- hood, and he thought of the mother who bad died before he had learned to know her worth. He remembered that she held violets in her hand the last time he saw her. Tears came to eves that were strangers to them, and Uncle Bert put the flowers down to blow his nose. Mrs. Betsy heard the blast, and said to the stable boy that she believed "that pore lone man was sittin' out for a right cole " Uncle Bert haat strange dreams that night; very strange dreams for an old man who had neverloved a woman even in his youth, and who hated what he called the "whole capoodlo" of then now; very strange dreams for a man who meant to die and leave his wealth and -his home to his nephew and twice. When he awoke the sun was shining in his face. After breakfast he saw a trim little figure coming up the walk. and hie very strange old heart stirred about in a e9 Oar w ; •, hJ°rG' It:Iltat, ii.• .'S'hank. you; I'm so -glad to get it." Little Miss Basset almost hugged the roll in her joy. "I'll find out all I can to -day, and tell you. I think some one has been planning a very big April fool for the whole town. Just think of the girls decorating the church, and the congregation and preacher waiting!" and, in spite of her duty to Uncle Bert, Little Miss Basset's brown eyes twinkled, and her cheeks dimpled. Uncle Bert Bleared his throat. "It is a whaling joke," he said. "Yee, and acruel one." "'Spout it wasn't a joke," he said, ner- vously. "But it is," "It needn't be. I'd be ready enough to Under date of Harwood, North Dakota, April 13, George Totten writes as fel !owe to the 'l'oronto News " II tying receutly seen in the News and other 'l'oronto papers a good di al about' North Dakota I thought ft might he iutorosting to your readers to hear from cue right on the spot. " I have seen where North Dakota has been deecribed as a wilderness, etc., but I have yet to sec the article tl.at paints it as black as it really is. " How it got the netue of 'God's country' I ednnot imagine. I think it the apostrophe and finale were left off and the word forsaken placid between the two words it would be no exsg- gormttiun. "It is indeed a howling wilderu,Fe at least six- months in the year (the winter months). In the other six a man mutt earn money enough to feed and clothe his family for the entire year and to buy coal at $10 to $12 per ton to keep them from freezing whsle the blizzard is howling outside. "This last winter has been an aver age one. There has been sleighing (or rather would have been if the weather had permitted a person to go outside) since November Sth last au,j there it lots of it left yet. But out of six months' winter there has not been three weeks or fine weather all put together. By 'fine weather' here you meet inligine a bright clear day with the thermometer at froth 30 degrees to 40 degrees below zero. " If any of your readers are fond of cold weather this is the place for them, but when here they must remember they take the risk -of finding themselves a few miles away from home some morning upon waking up if a cyclone has come upon them in the night, go " We expect the cold weather break up here pretty soon and in s month or six weeks the interesting eight of (armors wading over their knees in mud and water harrowing the stubble to prepare it for sowing wheat may be witnessed. "To those of your readers (if any) who aro •contemplating emigrating to this coun ry to work on farms I would like to say, 'stay in Ontario as long as you can earn fifty cents a day for it's as good as the $1 a day they pay here.' Living and clothes come higher here, and you may be surprised but rent is higher than in Toronto. "The summers here are unbearably hot. Both heat and cold go to ex treines here. What between cyclones, heat, rain and mosquitoes in summer, and intense cold and blizztrds iu win- ter, life is hardly worth living in North Dakota. " Perhaps most of your readers have not any idea what it is to be caught out in a Dakota blizzard. Imagine yourself leaving home some fine morn• ing seated in your cutter to take a drive, of say five miles act'oe8 the prairie: The wind is on your bock. You get a mile or two. away from home when, presto change, the wind has changed right around and is now blow ing in your face. It begins to snow and inside of five minutes it is blowing a hurricane, catching the loose show off the ground. Yen Cannot see the team you are driving. Yonr eyes fill up with snow that freezes faster than you can keep' it away. Your team won't face the storm any longer and wheel around and if you are fortunate enough not to be upset you become t bewildered as also do your horses and fi'ff e tachancel, ed, are v�olr-ytiuerli ri�of,evar et°fa• a.rb!' ° tlnmeaEve. d on and on. Your face is frozen and then you begin to have an idea of what a blizzard is like. "The writer had just such an ex- perience this winter but was fortunate enough to find himself at a house be- fore the team was exhausted. " Tho winters here may be described as one continual blizzard." PARENTS MUST HAVE REST. A President of oneaf our Colleges eaye: "We spent many sleepless nights in consequence of our children suffering from eolda, but this never occurs now. We use Soott'e Emulsion and it quickly releivee pulmonary troubles.' 'fX. Allgltlll, 'mot you to iteep ane IP,'ant n• 'tenaaaee: net inc tell put, Polly l3tteeat, Vin int earnettt. If youv think yeti could 'be happy with. a rouh old follow like me, let's turn the joke oil 'um." Mise l3asae4 was u little late, and her lemma were all failures, that day. She Ilan/ the young people workin ay in the church, and qbo enticed Jwauuk and Jill among the (Ahura. Somehow they seethed to envoy it more than the othure, After wheel she met Jack. "I find I cannot play at the wedding," she said, "but one of my pupils will do so." Jack thanked her and went on. "I am afraid I shall die. Jack." "Wait until it's over, Jill. I want you to see them waiting, and then I want you to hour what Uncle Bert has to say when he cornea home. \Ve must sympathize with bun of course. We must keep 00 the good sine of Uncle Bert, you Inion'." • \Veduesday came, and 1 he church was ready. At twilight the old sexton lighted the Tampa, and the village began to cram itllelf within the festooned walls. Jill came in leaning on Jack's arm. She was lovely in her light dress, and looked modest and demure as is becoming to the young wedding guest. Jack chewed his moustache, anti refrained from looking at her. Curiosity was the prevailing senti- ment. "Who is the bride?" whispered out fat old lady to another. "The land knows ; I hadn't heard." "Is she coming with hint from the city?" asked a third. No one knew. The whis- pers were all questions. The tall, stately miuister walked sedate- ly up the .aisle, and seated himself with slow dignity inside the altar railing. He looked out over lain assembled people with what he evidently hoped to be a joyous smile, well suited to the happy occasion. Over his head swung the enormous calla lily that was supposed to suggest the "ur'r• triage bell." J,11 covered her face with both hands. Jack coughed. Even the organist was u,.tit• int with her eyes on the church dour. The "relations' sat in a gloomy row, dis- upprovel on every five. And now the organist turned her eves quickly from the door to her notes, and her 1i ug'rs f,11 upon the keys with a nervous crash that b:•oueht Jack atm at to his feet. Then tic and J ill looked at each other. But the music struggled on, and a very fine ear and a very geed memory might have recognized the great utaeter'o wedding march. Uncle Pert was coming slowly, but sure• ly, np!lie aisle, and little Miss Basset was beside him, her small, gloved hand on his arm, and the plumes of her pretty, grav hat touching his shoulder! The ministec met them, and the ceremony began. Ami 1 Jack and Jill gazed with big, horror-stricken eyes. ;;utiles grew on the faces of the people as they run izcd that little Miss Basset wee the bride. But despair ,lammed Jack and Jill for its own. Neither spoke mail they were safe in .1 ill's prior. "What have we done !" wailed poor Jill. "We've got a tumble, Jill ; just as 1 pre - dieted." "It's your fault, Jack. I do wish yuu had never thought of such a foolish thing. I dare say your clumsy bungling did it all. I never will trust you again as long as I live'" "Pin awfully sorry, but don't you re. member—" "No, I don't remember a single thing. We've lost Elmwood, just by your folly." "Anti have I lost yuu also, Jill?" very gravely. Jill turned to him, smiling through her tears. 'No, Jack, 'Dante Jill had the job to plaster I,is knob.' I'll try to make tjp for it somehow. It was my fault after all, and, Jack, it has cured me. I shall never get you, into mischief again. But we won't let unyhedy know."—Mary Wilson, in the Housekeeper. The flock In Westminster Tower. It is a most wonderful clock that shines forth from the tower of the Houses of Par. liana -lit, Westminster—a truly great cock, the largest in the world, in fact. it is for this great piece of mechanism that "Big Ben," the famous old bell of Westminster, strikes the hours, and the two are known tine world over. There are four hundred and twenty steps in the ascent to the tower, so that the clock from the court•yard below Inoks just like an ordinary timekeeper. But distance is very deceptive in this case. 'the minutes on the face of the monster clock are a foot apart from each other, while the numerals are two feet in length. The minute -hand, with the counterbalance, is fifteen feet long, and sometimes during a anow•sto•m a regular drift gathers on this hand and prevents its going. In the clock - room the noise of the tickiug and the chim- ing of the bells is described as simply deaf. ening, and the pendulum resembles the shaft of a huge engine. It requires two men to wind the clock twice a week, and it takes them four hours each tiine to do it, allowing • for halts only when the quarters are rung. It was manufactured nearly forty years ago. Seventy-two steps above this monster is "Big ]len," and four entailer belle which announce the quarter- hours. Twenty men could stand under "Big Ben" with ease and escape the rain. Above the bells is the lantern at the sum- mit of the tower which is Large enough for several men to stand within. It contains a gaslight equal to °000 candle-power, and has a flame fifteen inches.lorg. An electric light was once there, but the glare front it was too great. • As to Ourselves. It is a fact which. no one disputes, that nothing worth having is got in this world without hard work and waiting. Yet when we set ourselves seriously the task of gaining a great good, we beaertne astonished end complain loudly at the discuvery that we have to work hard and wait long to get it. This is about as reasonable as it a man should acknowledge that two and two made four, and should grumble because in his private cash account he could not make two dollars and tees ddlh►re add up to five dollars. Nothing we find out in life is more utter' ly confounding than this : that truth is not only true in the abstract, but that it is true for us. It is not only a copy -book axiom, Rood, but a vital fact in life, tl>.at if we d R , 'fiteZdstaSieStinclito pestle, ormotao'" evil, we must expec et l . 1 ` fb' take,a long time before Nature convinces each of us that we live under her law as in- dividuals in common with all mankind. We concede that her law is immutable, but we have a secret conviction that an excep- tion is to be made in our own particular case.—Harper's Bazar. Ilio srttnlsa, This are tho nleht.Adds loft behind liy daybreak hours that ottwer<t ermee Ahd tbfo, OAS I the shred et sleep. That waves with the epll'!ts' wind ; nut in halt dreams that shift awl yell And still remember and forget, lily soul this hour has (Inept your soul A little nearer yet. Our lives, most dear, are•never near, Our thoughts aro never tar apart, Though all that draws us heart to heart Seems fainter now. and now more clear. To -eight love claims his full control, And with doors and with regret Ily soul this hoar has drawn your soul A little nearer yet. Is there a bonne where heavy earth Melts to bright air that breathes no pain Where wetter leaves no thirst again, And springing lire is love's new birth ? It faith long bound to one true goal May there at length its hope beget, My soul that hoer shall draw your soul Forever near yet. —D. G. Rossetti. AN EASTER STORY. Never before had the lights from Calvary Chapel shown so brilliantly. Tho stained windows seemed all bejeweled and aglow. The very air was enriched by its splendor, and seemed full of joy rand hope. '1'o -morrow was Easter. 'Fire little church had been decorated for that great festival, and to -;sight being Easter eve, services were in progress. The altar was goorgevus with pelisse and lilies. The sweet breath of dowers was everywhere. Outside, sheltered by a friendy shadow, listening with breathless interest, was Jue, poor little friendless, homeless Joe, to whom "Easter" and "Christ" were as bar - reit words ! What knew he, of that Saviour Who had "risum," child of the streets es he was. Yet a soul is awakened by the sweet strains of music that comes through the half•open door. "Jesus, Lover of My Soul," is wafted out upoir the evening io 9.j11. f heart with joy, as so often before. (seater and wiser men than Joe have felt a tighten- ing of tits heartstrings over those beautiful words, and small wonder that this little waif is held enchanted ! Nearer ho draws to view the now silent worshippers and hears the white-rohed priest chanting the evening prayer. How sweetscons the per. fume of the lilies ! How warn and inviting the interior seems to Joe, and yielding to the instinct of a nature that craves beauty and comfort he creeps in, not at all fright- ened by cool looks ; listens, enraptured with it all ; hears the story read of that place where there ere ''m+any mansions," and learns for the first tirne of "Our Father, Who art in heaven." Again the great organ is pealing forth triumphant Lutes, but to Joe they sound very far away. Fainter and lower grows the music to the tired boy, and, unless Joe is listening to the music of the angels, no joyful strains reach hint now. He is sleeping the tired, dreamless sleep of childhood. Even the grand hopes that had stirred his little soul were sleeping, so forgetful and care- less is childhood. 'true, he had wished a wish as he listened to the priest's iuspir- iug words, hut those wishes too were slumbering. One by one the congregation are leaving the chapel. The priest has retired from chancel to study, for meditation and prayer. The white-haired sexton lowers the gas, raises a window for ventilation and to better preserve the t'ecoratiouB for to•morrow's services, and then silence is supreme. Not even the whisperings of those invisible angels disturb the sleeping boy. 'Warmth and quiet are undreamed of luxuries to Joe, who sleeps peacefully on, forgetful of the hardships endured so often, with little hopes or thought of flow soon his hercic wishes were to be realized. God sometimes, through very humble ambassa- dors works out His designs, and perhaps doe had been invisibly guided here to do His will. Moments lengthen into hours and the little dreamier only stretches and turns upon his bed of cushions. Uneasily he opens one sleepy eye and in a twinkle he realizes the situation. Flames are creeping over altar, vestments, and soon the little chapel is aglow. Quicker than words can tell, Joe finds the bell-rupe and clang, clang, clang is pealing forth upon the midnight air. Belated travelers are hurrying to his aid. The neighborhood seems teeming with friends awakened by those unusual tones and are running also to save their beloved chapel. Not until Joe is fully assured that assistance is at hand does he cease his ringing arid render help to those already upon the stcene. The flames have now reached the highest decoration and the fight is one of nerve and energy. All the beauty of that altar is gone, but they will save their beloved chapel. Joe is chief fireman and works heroically, and not until all is over, and the good sisters with all the vestrymen sit amid the grim ruins of their former pride, does someone realize how truly their chapel has been saved to them and their children by that little wandering waif, whom they had only barely noticed sitting silent and alone during the evening service. Then the good priest remembered something scriptural about "entertaining angels unawares," and said, "To -morrow, beloved, we will hold service as usual, and give thanks to God—and little Joe---" Tunes have changed since then. Joe now no longer hugs friendly shallows—listening to sweet strains that come through half open doorways, but when the bell calls forth other good people, Joe marches bold- ly forward and sits among the choice pews. When the choir sings his favorite hymnn, a childish voice rings out above all others. "Jesus, lover of my soul, Lei un/ to Thy boson f1y." —Judith Preston. Marrying to Separate. In Calabria any strong young fellow with a decently good character can find a wife with is small dowry, though he be ever so penniless. Generally within a week, and always within a fortnight, he emigrates alone, taking all his wife's money with hint, and leaving her to work for her own living with her parents. He goes to Buenos Ayres or Montevideo.e If, at the end of four, five or six years he has managed to increase the money so as to yield a small income, and if his wife behaves herself during his absence, he comes hack and buys a piece of land and builds a house. His friends do not fail to inform him of his wife's conduct and he e}' (.w as a tara�ntee of her >a se: t'ti•''iti'z• ,y e ' •'�r tis%. Np.. or' 1 sire is u 'faitlt�'1't�7 er'rrcomes-!.tack at all. It is thus clear that a penniless young man can not go to America until he is married.—F. Marion Crawford. ' A Queer silver. There is in Spain a liver called Tinto, which has very extraordinary qualities; its watdrs, which are as yellow as a topaz, harden the sand and petrify it in the most surprising manner. If a stone falls into the river and rests upon another they both he• come perfectly united and conglutinated in a year. It withers alt the planta on its `dais's. 01* t?eetr. There're an %lsrtzt blpssotr,s le; the eke. Why sits ti without .4 tieclf ; Thereto 0115 thing certain—a afusnge Is near And vine le at last on deck ; And she a truubllug the roses about her hair. and there's vtotety round her nook. And this Iv the gong that to her we Wag -- Though it isn't ou.e-halt so sweet As the walla a' must, that tweet to ring After iter dealing feet, For alto is laughter 5114 love and spring And she snakes the world's heart beat. —Atlanta Censor a!ou. A VARNISHED '[ALE. When Mr. and Mrs. Blank of Joy s'reet went to Europe on their wedding tour, Blank took his kodak along. His lovely Emrnuliue thought he waa "perfectly hor- rid" to think of anything that ween ilia - tract his attoutiou from her, and poor plank hard a hard time to squaring himself. He had wisely concluded that a kodak would let them down easy on the billing and coo- ing business. A long married lriend had warned him that theme would be torrents of tears upon the first indication of a letup in his aAentions, and this lie prupoeed to dis- guise by clever sir tegy. He) scheme w n k et like a charm. Their mutual inf.,tun on , •adu.dly shifted fruui each other to the ,,,.Lie black box, and the button was pressed with ever increasing un• tomtit. The unt.c•mme of it wars that Meek became an unmitigated crani[ on the sub ject of photograpr,y. His private den w•as converted into 1 regular laboratory as soon as they had returned and were settled 51 hour• ltoeping. The shelves were filled with negatives, trenspareucics and films, and the table was covered with burnishers, develop• ers, typo treys end ether ecce<eories lir photography. One evening not long ago Mf. and Mee Blink came over from Charlotte avenue to spend the evening. The air was as sharp as needles, and when they arrived poor Mrs. Blink was nearly wild with neuralgia in her face. Mrs. Blank is a sympathetic little creature, and she flew around to get relief for her visitor. She found some neuralgia pills, but they sevned to do uo good. "There is a mottle of liniment in the house that is just splendid if I could find it," she said. "James got it for me, and it gave almost immediate relief.' Then the little lady went into her hus- band's private filen to look for the bottle, while Blank went into tiie library to, have a quiet smoke with Blink. Mrs. Blank prowled about smelling the bottles until she was almost ill, and finally found one that she was -ere contained time liniment. The label read, "Anthony's Quick Drying Varnish," but the lady did not stop to read it. The sufferer leaned back in her chair, and Mrs. Blank slopped on it liberal coating of the varnish. Any one who had handled negative varnish knows with what wonder- ful rapidity et is transformed from a thin liquid to a glaze as hard its glass and as tough as leather. \irs. Blink's face was puckered up into the most woeful expression her features could assume when the applica- tion was mode, "There," said her attendant, "I know that will relieve you in a few minutes." Mrs. Blink really felt that there was some mysterious virtue'in the remedy. She tried to smile languidly and say, "Thanks, I am better now," but found it utterly im- possible. Her lips were glued together as if the seal of sdlence had been forever set upon them, and her face was like that of a graven image. She made a queer little noise in her throat like a strangled shriek, and her eyes began to roll horribly as she clawed at her varnish bound features. Then it dawned upon Mrs. Blank that she had made a terrible mistake. She had used chloroform instead of liniment and her dear friend was dying. In one brief in- stant she saw herself in the prisoners' dock, the place crowded with sympathizing friends and the judge removing the kinks from his patriarchal beard as he prepared to give her a life sentence. It Wee too horrible to contemplate, and Mrs. Blank shrieked alottd with terror., The two gentlemen nearly fell over each other in their haste to enter the room. "Great heavens ! what's the matter?" they shouted as they saw Mrs. Blink's con- tortions and Mrs. Blank's look of horror. "This is terrible," said Blank. "My poor fellow, you must bear it like a man. It's a stroke of paralysis." Blink nearly had a fit at this announce- ment. He caught his stricken wife in his arms and kissed her with impassioned for- vor. The kiss seemed to slip •away like water sliding from a duck's back. Blink felt as if he had kissed a nickel plated coal stove. "What the devil's this?" he exclaimed, gazing in consternation at the polished gaze of his wife's face. "I-1 have killed her," faltered Mrs. Blank, sinking into a heap on the floor. The bottle was still clasped in her hand, and Blank saw the label. "Do you mean to say you have been using that stuff for liniment?" he inquir- ed. His wife could only gasp an affirmative. Mrs. Blank will never forget the look her husband gave her at that moment. Then he burst into a roar of laughter. When lie could stop long enough to explain, lie ap- peased the indignation of the others. They tried benzine and gasoline without avail, and it was only after half a pint of alcohol had been applied as a dissolvent that Mrs Blink could smile again. There were strained relations between the two families for several days, but it is all over now. They aro friends again, but the little episode will never be forgotten.— G.B.C. in Detroit News. To Point a Moral. When a man alters the cut of his whis- kers all his friends notice a difference in hitn, but many of them arc at a loss how to account for it. "What have you been doing ?" say they ; "you look like another person." Something like this happened, according to an exchange, when a woman returned home after a few days' abaenee and heard her daughter playing on the piano. "Where did you learn that new piece, which M ia?" the mot her asked ane else to play the march 1" it dyes the same hue as its waterer. No fish It isn't a new piece, mother ; the piano "What for ?" she naked stupidly. live in its waters. has been tuned."—Youth's Companion. fall into their plans if you—could get some banks, as well as the roots of trues, „a • ME 1GAH.'CfaA:.T;Y,, e,ieeeien and ilexiosla 'S'l'am"•• -They Atte Op lob Ilea 0. gyms The q:ivation of Mexican beauty is. one that front time to Linmo unmet tip for tilt' sus•iun, and what is true of the upanteh typo is true of the M.•xicau, utantely, shat the womett age queekly ,wrl so ,n luau ,heir youth til uhanus. 1L m,y hu considered . L.I e'e,ttate ley 811 tie 11r it therm' yuui hall (Jeatune should Ire n" great, but the mujvrity w•.11 not by satfeficil a it h such short terms, It severs to be true that mine women oL ti .0 !tern climes d., ,tut weer well; tine is duo to that law of ua Lire winch iaafsis that early deed .pwent is fuliuwed by early decline of personal eharnts. Of u„urse, the Mexicali type Ln its greeted,. purity is almost, Spanish, a number of the old 11 exo.ui taniilius tracing their aueestty haul( to till Spanis'i grandees, rmm l claim- ing diner descent from the co:s,luitta- dures. '1'he languishing and ehtuan ting eyes of Mexican moil Spaniel) seam ilea, whose effect is much heightened by the pictur- esque.y graceful mantilla, have turmoil the theme of many u poet. The Mexican senoritas 'take but little outdoor exercise, are eoustautly chaperoned and lead somewhat useless anti insane lives. It 18 in many 088e8 ani existence of laissez faire end laissez eller. Going to church is, perhaps, their only excitem, nt and saying prayers their princi- pal dissipation. It is said that there is very little pure Spanish blood even in the best Mexican, families, though such a ataten)eut seedier be fiercely disputa:, The Mexican senorita, both by training and inatinet, is indifferent to much that in. terosts women in other climes, is fond of luxury and is said eo have a fair share of tensper and J_alotity. The Mexican him- self is jealous also. It is a country which luta liltherte been known as a country of to -morrow, owing to tine national habit of procrastination. Yet it is picturesque and historically in- teresting. Fee first book printed iu Am- erica was pt inted iu Mexico, and this achievement appears to have satisfied the national ambition in a liter try direction. Its urines are wonderfully rich, and under more progressive direction, the country would be a prosperous nation. A certain amount of enterprise has been shown of late years, but there is still a vast field of work yet to be done. Mexico is typified in her d•tughters. She has been under chaperonage so long that she is slow to learn to take care of hcreelf and look out for self-improvement. The Toys. My little son, who looked from thoughtful oyes, Apd moved and spoke in quiet, grown -imp wise, Having ntv law time seventh time disobeyed, 1 struek him, and dismissed With hard words and ummkissed-- His mother, who was patient, being dead, I visited his bed, But found hint slumbering deep, With darkened eyelids, and LHeir• flashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And 1, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red veined atone. A piece of glass abrnuled by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with blpe bells, And two Freneli copper coins, there with careful arty Tosemisoft his sad, flea* , So when fiat night I. prayed . To Gal I wept and said : Ah, when at last ale lie with trance(' breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then fatherly, not less Than 1, whom Thou hest moulded from the olay, Thai it leave Thy wrath and say, "I will be sorry for their childishness." —Pall Mall Gazette, Twenty Million Pairs Extra. The winter weather this year has proved a great bonanza to the rubber shoe manu- factures and dealers, who have sold out nearly all their stock. So great has been the consumption it is estimated that the output of 1893 will have to be increased by nearly 20,000,000 pairs. This will tax the capacity of the mills.—New York Press. The Vacant Chair. Stealthily the bbu:k•robed angel In the shadow hovered nigh, And a little 0010 has Vanished To its hniuc beyond the sky, Now, the mender bud transplanted, Blooms in {leaven's purer air, But our tears will spring, unbidden, O'er the little Vacant chair. in the circle round the hearthstone, There's a gap that can't be tilled, And we•miss the lisping sweetness Of the voice forever stilled. Now time little forst lies tranquil, And the cheeks are waxen fair, And we turn away in anguish From the little vacant chair. Brush away the sunny ringlets From the veld and silent brow, Close the eyes once full of sunshine, All their light is faded now. Though the baby will he safer In the bright home "over there," Still 'tis hard to lose our darting, Hard to see the vacant chat[•. Aching hearts are full of gladness, And our eyes with tears are dim, But we know a loving Saviour Called the little one to Him. In Thine arms, 0 heavenly Father, Closely folded our treasure rare, Make us stronger, purer, better, Through that little vacant chair. Two Stories From Over the Sen. Charles Lamb's dear old bookish friend, George Dyer, could ;:ever be got to say an ill word, even of the vilest miscreant. "Conte now, George," said Lamb one day, on teasing intent, "what 'do you say of Williams?" (Williams was 1 the Ratcliff Highway murderer, the Jack the Ripper of his day). 'Well, Lamb," replied Dyer, I must admit be was a somewhat eccentric char- acter." There is a good old undertaker who doe3 business in Liverpool. Meeting one of the doctors of that city one day, lie mechani- cally inquired about the public health. "It is reinarkably good," replied the physician, with something of the pride of a creator ; "There is really no sickness in the town." "I hear the same complaint from Man- ahester," said the good undertaker, with a sigh. Peaches in the South. Reports from the South say that the peach trees are blooming, and from the present outlook, unless they have a heavy frost, the crop this season will be a large one. Four OIlllton copies. During last year nearly four million .lopies of the Bible were issued by the British and Foreign Bible Society. The Scriptures have been published in over 300 languages. A Forest on Ice. One of the largest forests in the world stands on ice. It is situated between Ural and the Okhotsk Sea. A well was recently dug in this region, when it was found that at a depth of 340 feet the ground was still frozen. Aor Interpretation. Mrs. Grim—People know you a great deal better than you think they do. Mr. Grim—How? Mrs. Grim—Our church society is getting up some tableaux, and- they asked me to take the part of "Patience on a monument." The Stundtsts. Under the heading of "The Quaker -Spir- itualist Revival in Russia," tfie St. Peters- burg correspondent of the Review of Re- views, in the April number of that periods - cal, presents a most graphic account of the �I>t: ?..: yr: i r�jg t• ,Yr is subjected by the orthodox Greek church'. and the Russian government. Discontent. The landsman througli a stormy street, And shades of night was going ; Tho ground was paved with shifting sleet— The wintry wind was blowing. "Heaven pity grant, and help," said he, "To those who live upon the seal" The sailor clinched a trembling mast, 'Mid mountains round hint flowing, While through the darkness, thick and fast, The wintry winds were blowing : "Heaven save the landsman, now," he said, "With chimneys toppling round his head'" But when the world grew mild once more, This tar, despondent growing, Said, "If 1 ,mild bit walk the shore, Though all the winds were blowing'" The landsman thought., "Though storn(0 there be. would that 1 could sail the sea 1" —win Oarhton. in Hart'er's Baan,