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Lucknow Sentinel, 1891-01-16, Page 2lkttle 'yt"pawl: to id!urk t, °td<+Fdeo' N! "right ben to hal. nand 1r the kuiette lea sl 1 out like'bieby angelft liitlr}�pt!a5g1 •�8pp' 9 Y eyes 1! When ovary bird ;hes ceased its Bourand elum- hezg on its moat, eta read for her }late irl, 1.111,01‘,111411Y bean . g ,Y Wa p:togetber or. a: time., end'tbetn oho site her down, tiiltea hilar ehoea and etbokinge off with many a dainty frown; .. lease. tier climbrt upon Vara and says . F -.' , Pape,, otle infra time, 'fie. U iso about the little plga r and so I sing the rhyme: (Moans. littlepig went to market, this little pig stayed ;Tih14'lit O p g lis had roost beth. liaise little r'-„^- h'e• had none.wheekl• wheekl I can wheek t lit le pig cried d.'hle t u *se Strialets freeft bas ails ► para ant:4 to join the group! tit mon Who! g,A here, . of doors, diet:400g the tobacco Drop and the impending bad weather,, end 000usion- ally wending their way to the dining -room for refreehnlento- • In the parlor, where the fitrnitnre was covered with sheets and the open coffin tested on a bier in the centre of the room, the women gathered, stately ladies ' in mourning and .powder at one end, and their humbler sisters in homespun at the other, conversing of the virtues of the deceased in huehod whiepere, and predicting compla- cently that " Clementine would miss that street, sweet creature now she was gone." This opinion, Mies Stacy, Sating between both groups, i;ouYicit gF11TFfeeillee cratitereed illieaC Clementine Atina be io no t ave i 1te with her tL; ., and foal a her whimsical ted °,sex f�iQ vo To Betty, sorrowing alone - toom.Dien o or haLar, a thar netts' be 'bout the with pomp five thousand beolea iri the yard," that Dr. Wells had arrived, end than her sunt wee waiting for her at- the top of the attars to descend and go with the funeral cortege to the graveyard. Her aunt, a tall figure, dra • ed like herself in a blank crepe veil that MUTER SII. From tills bliae/ql oblivion Betts was rdas®d by a nil's in able hall. Martin up: $tatllled gond halt oonaoione, she sew hsir r open. On the threshold stood f antestio figure, olad' in a.short green silk in the fashion of twenty years before, with huge hoops�diepl$Ying red, high -heeled slip. peri.. Her skinny, yellow nook was with are, and a tall head-dress covered, adorned her hair. She waged a peacock• leather fan to and fro, beckoning to some one in the hall where there was nothing to be seen except Mammy bearing a Dandle, the light of whish fell on her bright kerchief and. dark face, contorted in making signs that Betty half dazed could not understand. E, „t tl' eejend,e," said Mie Clem, wav- ing to the suppoBtitions persons, tRiea, . tote gueets.Here are eeeeleeeth it and courtesy 1 Baro r D e eo .r Y ..,aa h � Dl... who have dome to spend til -e eirititn ri' ne. Such a merry, pleasant evening 1 " Her sunt wee insane ! This was the sotto tion ot the convulsive grip at the funeral. With stern dignity, her eyebrows knotted and expression wild, Mies Clem motioned the imaginary gaesta to be seated. parents, child. I "" Converse with thy p sit .it here and speak to Bentley De a. ^ s facie idle area W j'eviti eeliViler lle''t"-kernee OIItrl1 6oaB pi'b twee r .. etre s,.a , r ,r re This p g 1 in her own not Sad my way home. Five little dainty, rosy toes, I count them ' in tern., Andnvai the baby tries the jingling rhyme to Shatwo s all the piggies up and misses halt the autatill she tries, and every time is sure that twee vow eheknows; Phe thinks I'm very mean to laugh, and then a frown a dears. each - with tears. But long before the teardrops fall I kiss them• a• all away, And once again fi count the toes. end ones again I say: CDOBUS--This little pig went to market, etc' fhe makes one last endeavor now, she says it very slow, But still there's not enough of pige, or else an extra toe. Oho don't es that will do. the matter, and she She says, >L don't think anyway that pigs aro nine. do you ? Herlittle eyes grow heavy and she thinks she'll pee. got to bed, So kneeling in her gown of white, the " Now I Lay e;s" said; A last good night to one and all, a last kiss long MI- and sweet, And as •I leave her to her dreams. I hoar her still repeat: CHOnne-This little pig went to market, eto. • Buffalo.Naws. She paused a moment No, you never oame baok my love. In the long nights I used to ores out andooh ie up on the grass whore we partednd l at the stars waiting for you. I was an un oommon-fool when a girl, and harebrained_ enough. Sing? Ay, that will I. though I em hoarse." The keys of the harpsinbord jangled under her touch. She hesitated a mo>stent and then began to play a lively danoing tune. "Danoe the rigadoon, se you used. Bentley moves quite graoefnlly, Ah, w - willhave a merry evening. Betty, with her eyes oloeed, saw it all, while the music went on, eaw Mr. De Couroy an in the miniature, blonde and graceful, and her f.R.tlp,er in bis blue velvet coat, the dia- mond ring on iiia finger glittering in hie °lrrg- tie lase jabot, moving „ and fro e t etel y his safety t Oati tees *wove vote,�.aca*._a, courtlytgrace. t1r .- a. ti ,` y_V ea it V t er Her own dear mo in �,��,,�, ,.,t r1 arm' Betty with a sweet, gentle smile, and, the corner-ob. horror 1-a waxen, ban- daged face peered now and then from be - hied the chair. ' Suddenly the danoing ceased. Mies Olem changed abruptly into minor chords as ebe began to Bing, with a cracked voice : Damp are the curls on thy bonny head, nd thy cheek is wan and white ; aoended together. The ceremony was conveyed to Betty in a series of vivid expreseione, tor,as is :often the ogee, the sense of grief was temporarily forgotten and blunted by the break in its monotony and the exoiting presence t a crowd. Betty telt the slinging dempnees of the air ere, still holding her aunt's hand, they passed direotly behind the bier into the yellow grave of the garden. Through her veil the day looked darker than before s3 they stood by the 'open grave, while Dr. Wella, in his white surplice, read the impressive burial service. Half aehamed at her own distraction, the words fell un- heeded on her ear. She sew the lowering sky that seemed to cling to the dull' earth, the turbid waters below the bank, and, in the foreground, barren trees, end nakedbflower stalks ; even the matted orysenthemnme, dieoolorea with mould, and one pallid rosebud that slung to its stem. end shivered in the wind that blew over the water. °billing the bare heads of the men,end sending into the group around the grave ewirls of rustling leaves. Betty's gaze tools in the well-known fades erognd ,her with, their unfamiliar expree- alone of grief. Ste felt` almost amused -et the long -drawn, ashen countenances of the derides hovering on the outekirts, and Mre. Jessup's display of a fine muslin handker- chief. - position among The Roziers held a oonepioons among the mourners, for Mr. Rozier bad been a playmate of Beb's when they were children. Betty wondered if he were think- ing 01_des-faeeof ai e-b'eettood wit - bent head end eyes gravely fedtened on the ground- On what ? .. She shuddered, for her eyes were riveted on the long, blank box that held the thing that had onoe been Bab, the ohryealie from which the glorified. soul had fled. " So also: is the reearreotion of the dead. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorraption ; it is sown in dishonor, it is "LAST CENTURY LOVERS." A Tale of the American Revolution. _ CHAPTER X.I. An apathy of wetting, 'begotten ota sense Of the ueeleeenese of all things save patience, that oarried'Betty through the dull, listless days thewaning year, was k en, late inin November, byby roe shookof Mies Barbara's sadden death. One morning, iter a busy day of superintending house ening and certain hanging, she wen d by Mandy, very still and sold in her ourtained'bed d a sweeter senile or a naturaller body I never seen in my days, when was the teertnl eulogy of Mrs. ,A. e joiner's wife, who exeroised a \\:atonal authority on gentry, h mourn- s among g y, to be proffered and accepted whole families in the neigh- never- seen the like o' that -t ' " : e e' e were iii.feivored-ine y „ noh account with Miss d A'mighty were just i_ ven. ti Ater . ,.ct''to her room and looked herself in, lo..atiiithe last Bed offices to each neighborly bodies se Mrs. Jessup and Mies Stacy, who, in an agitation of laohrymoee itnportenoe, shared, with the village neetrone, something of Mrs. Jessup's ingu, brims honors as having been the dear friend of the " corpse." ' Till the last day of her life Mise Steoy never alluded to this decry deceased friend save as " the corpse." Daring the three days that followed, fall Of the presence of den%h with its realism of paraphernalia, the sense of hidden mystery behind the familiar closed door. and the bustle of the funeral repeat. Betty, in de- fiance of all established precedent, took refuge -with -the instinct of a child, to 're- turn to the heart of its mother -in the sombre sympathy ot wood and lowering skies that seemed in accord with her grief.. After the solitary mid-day meal, she would hasten away from the house, where she oonetently found •herself looking for the well-known step and household bustles Sotnetimee she would forgetfully walk to the door of Bab's room, to be recalled to the sad troth by the shill air from the open window end the sight of the angular, slieetd outline. That Bab ? All the questions and wonders es to the roblems of life and death, thet had been banished in the glad sense of youth and love, recurred to Betty now in her solitary rambles, as she warted through the leaves in the bare woods, or through the stubble fields where lay scattered ears of corn, the yellow rows shining between withered husks like the teeth of a mammy behind its 0erements. Onoe she found, lying in the road,' under • the hedge, a little bird with one of its wings envoy, o him. Was it yesterday or yeere ego ? Fear settled on Betty like a- weight, a burden that would not be shaken off. Feel- ing eel ing stifled rind stoodehe Bank beside herack in a rubbing shalt. Mammy her hands. "You mus' humor her, honey. Yon mus' humor her." " Whet's"that you say ?" demanded Miele Clem, quickly: - " I woz jes' tellin' Mars Edward how well he's lookin'. Seems lak I ain't seen him fur a -long time." " Yea, but Mammy, said Miss Clem, in Mammy," a. sharp whisper, " do yon mark the blood on Mr. De Conroy's forehead, where the horse trampled on his head -his bonny yellow hair that used to be my pride ? " " Don't go, don't leave me," said Betty, se Mammy -moved toward the door. "Yer got ,to humor her. Don't be afraid, chile, she won't hart yer. I'll titan' ont- aide de do'." The firelight'fliokered on Mies Clem's gro- teegne 'figure, throwing it into bold relief against the background ot a shadowy corner, where there was vaguely defined the book ot a straight damask chair, "toward which; as she. played_ with her fan and spoke, - she 000seionelly gianoed- uneeeily. -- " Yon must excuse my sister Barbers,' she (laid, looking around apologetically, " she oannot see yon tonight. I do not want her to hear me, but the truth is she's sitting over there in the%cornerr. silly She'sjst dead and not used to it yet, poorY thing, ..as�ve have been for so long. I have asked her repeatedly to eerier, 15111-tct-no-sasil. " The fan went tip, and she began to whisper behind it with a ghaetlet affectation ot. girlish coquetry. Betty's .attention became fascinated on this one spot.. In her over -wrought --state. of mind the ides haunted her that in the chair sat her aunt Barbara, locking as when she. bad last seen her, with waxen, bandaged face=end halt closed eyes. The Betty. who vias A OM 140 WAN lively amps months. e eedeted of ,to end ro tie etuA dol t sheik lm - their sewing time to the negto AktiAllitaltkVie.* t real inner life `t•+ OA lits where even tt wet. t % tlta11t t S prsentstir fat i< 'l\ her love. t 4,0 gt Ale ittidlt IMO trouble ble .R , eolat�a�'ttl+.ir ll walked troubled her. Reeve et.i *koalame, and lined the derv'. hies - sora and l� ,a Asebre ri, by' nomad w new ��"t'� � lifia. the magic oI a ati Inv* hath m� he She said tt,°> u tie 10 t.we ware its epee.s1 !' *: art artst as to Do thine (lee with love shi rig Why have ye tarried so long,' she said, ' bines the night you rode away 2 The yea's have come and the 'years have sped ; I am•grown e old 'led gray; And the lips you kissed then. fresh and red, They can but mumble and prey.' II come from out on the,hill," she said. They heldthe me fat in my ground-rat hil y p d dwell ; I could not Dome to thee well ; The light in my eyes is the light of dread Lit from the fires of hell.' raised in glory,"'read-Dr:Wolle Soddenly Mies Clem's band on here tightened, end tightened inea grasp that almost caused her to Dry aloud with pain. She looked aside at her aunt, and,. through the;thioknees of the two veils, saw that gaunt face set and rigid, with eyes that glared from under knotted . brows, pained and frantio, fixed on vacuity. " For this corruptible meet put on inoor- rnption, end this mortal enlist put on immortality." ` Again the clasp tightened as it her band were in an iron vise. The, pained blood numbed her arm and settled like a weight on her d the world. rt She bit her Hp to keep back, and a double bleakness ia oe. Dust to dost, ashes to aehee." Through the mist of pain clouding her senses oame the sound of falling earth on the coffin -lid, a wild. whirry of wind as a few heavy drops fettered on the dry leaves, sullenly increasing in volume. • Atilt oleeped in that orael bondage, they walked to tis'. 'liaise and Betty felt herself asoend.ng the eteare. At the second land- ing she was free, staggering and sinking upon tho step, while her aant, veiled and silent. moved away. " Aunt," milled Betty. The tall figttre, looming in the hall above did not stay. „ "Leave me in•peaoa, she cried, disap- pearing into her own room. rosahin Anxious to escape from the app g• storm, carriage after carriage rolled off and the crowd rapidly departed, remembering as a lost tribute Oldies Bab's memory the proverb: " Blessed is the dead the rein rains on." and deserted, Soon the house was empty looking more isolated then before, in the i deepening desolation of the beaten fields. The rain 'tested for several days, shutting out, like a veil, all save the garden and near " Ay, 'tis the light that barna within ne ell, smouldering in the ashes; of youth." The door opened and Mammy entered, bearing a waiter. " I thought the company mought like some 'treshment," • she said pouting the waiter to the imaginary guests. "Now, Mersa Edward, yer take some er • dat cordial. It's mighty good. Mies Honoria, yer'lI relish • dat rusk. Honey, " she whispered to Betty, " take two or free pieces." Betty shook her head and looked es her with white, 8uppli- oating face. She felt that she must have grown old fin the eternity that had passed., Mammy was equal to the emergency. ., J yer all gwine home die Leve eakea I Is soon ? Yer ll have a mighty bad -night." • Mies Clem went through a profuse cour- tesying andleeve.taking, following Mammy, who held a Dandle, into the hell. " Still sulky, Barbara ? " she. celled out. " Will you, then, stay there all night? Good -by." - Betty shuddered and walked backward out of the room, her eyes fixed on the oor• -rtes ''I'hel-moved-apetnies., & strange pro- cession, Mies Clem majestic in her finery, Mammy bearing the Dandle, and Betty, with pale face, peering over the banisters into the bleoknees below. When they oame to the.open door of her own room she orept in,. ehntting and bolting is behind her. ' Here there was only the firelight, and in each of the four corners her fanny pictured the oheir and its gheatly occupant. She could not pray, after Mies Clem' -s- words. Of what avail could be the prayer of an ineignifioent atom in enoh au infinity of souls ? 'Undressing herself end oroeaing the room, ebe caught the reflection of her white -robed figure in the mirror. She stood trembling,. unnerved, the nnoeaeing voice of the rain mocking her with elusive oedence. There was a sound of footsteps Doming down the hall, stopping et the door. It . was Bab, who was lonely n the parlor, and had .to come- to her. " Lemma in, honey, said Mammy's voice. " What yer dein', standin' hyar in yo' bare feet, chile ? Yer want ter ketoh yer def er cold ? Jump inter bed, an' lemma tock: yer in snag. The relief of the kind, human voice was too numb. Betty threw herself on the bed in a sort of nervous shill, where she could abed no tear, bat lay sold and trembling. " Dere' now, honey, be quiet. She's bin die way off'n on, ebber since Ilene De Conroy died. She'll git over it in a day or two, an' be all right again. Don't yer tell nobody, Mies Bab, nebber let. no one know it. Plenty deee. yere pore white trash bin axin' me, but I never teats em nnffin. • If' she woz fifty times crazier an' she is, she's Mies Vaughan: and bette'n any they low - lived selves. Dere now,.pore little lam." " Mammy, the next time she is eo, I'll take care of her like Aunt Bab did." "'Deed, yer won't den. Wats de use nv a good -far nnffin nigger lag me ? Mies Berb'ra killed herself that way: Yor' jes' gwine terstay young an' pretty, and merry Margie Tom when he comes`fiome lookin so happy'n fine' 1 " Then Mammy, still patting the bed- clothes, began to rook to and fro in her chair, crooning a plantation hymn : "re stars in de elements am faille', De moon shall turn inter -blood, But the chillan ob der Lord Am comin' home ter God. BlO sed am de name ob de Lord," until Betty wee 'soothed to sleep. It was a troubled and uneasy slumber, however, for she dreamed that, somewhere in mirk and gloom Tom's deer heed rested on her breaet,'piereed with orenl splinters of gloss that broke es she tried to pull them out. At each groan from him a pain went through her heart, and she awoke to find herself alone, in a convulsive agony of sobs. " He suffers, my lose. Oh, God, let me suffer in his steed ! Dear ,Christ, let me know that he still lives ! " Wearied out, lying still, & greet change came. The rain beat on the roof and the shadows deepened with the dying flame, but she had no fear. It wanes if God had stooped and lifted her to heights whence she eaw all crested beings, the living end the dead mouldering in their narrow graves, ►' yet , !,te:mt ;, tuuated, The 1 tt A' . ,.1. It re a Bury pr'o- its and the 5e v to, y d f,,:v,�, ruins, to be claimed, tr,a:ri" followed in otueteee t.aa gallas of foreign merausatdisee tree. eeteet `e\ used e,r Jan. vain. lst, 1511. the valve :e a.i ing foga last et1 r .•ems: a west the average rise id he etee lioteeeter.;le pent for sheQ carter ended Det :.ietLlati", ounce. Tint ve.anee teR the following ooine are charged f: ne the ..anular cf Oat. let, 1890' broken. She picked it up and laid it on 'view of the meadows, their ro her mall, thinking that ebe would take it pointed haystacks, over with their wbich blindly home to be cared for by Bab. Suddenly driven guste swept, beating on the roof over realizing that her aunt was notphere, that Sett 'a head at night, and triokling from:the the a Old never a walked keel down thel toher -eavee with a recurrent-monotopy that was in the Old way, she walked drearylike et voice singing to her in a language she f road between the brown could not nnderstan . moneente~•passed like hours. The drip, drip from the eaves beoeme a mocking voice, goblin -like : " Go to .the corner and look." At length, capable of bearing the tension no longer, she oronched down, hiding her face in her bands It wee better thus. She could not see, but she could beer her aunt talking to the three dead people, for though invisible they were none the less present to Betty -not their epirits bat some seeming resemblance to their bodies. But Borne demon had taken possession of Bab, in plane of the pare soul, and %bat horror, hidden by the,ohair-baok, was the most vivid of .all. How long it was she never knew, but at length Miss Clem, baying finished . her whispered discourse with Mr. De Conroy, hegan to address the in a voice that ohknged and ran through the gamut of feeling. " Yon ask me," she eaid, " news of the world. Yon have been hid away ho long from thinking that you must have for- gotten., Well, I will tell you, but in confid- ence, -you are dead,on at s dow l,that it whomls theyywe o 1l crazy -that see plainly how all things are tending. First, yon silk me what is this. life. Hearken 1 The world is en island set in space, and above and below and around ie a mystery none can fathom. In the midst :of this, coming into being, are the atoms oalled men who are born blind - purblind. Ay, listen l 'This miserable little epot, which may be effaced et any moment, is swarming with blind human worms, biting and crawling over eaoh other, and. burrowing in the slime whence they are generated- " These worms are all mad about ambi- tion or pride, and call themselves this or that pompons, lying name. Then they die• appear and are seen no more, and the others keep bli idly ecratohing and biting - and they are all mad,' -mad -reed t She gave a short laugh. "You ,know I was always given to thinking on these fantaatio subjects -always whimsical. What droll talke we used to hold in the old times 1 I mind me of one evening we sat in the gloaming. The bate were flying over the meadows. .. Honoria bad on her knee. a sweet babe, and I wee happy, for you were there, Bentley, end yon loved me. Who says thet he did not love me?, Yee, grizzled and ill-favored as I am, I too have had my -hey-day of youth and folly. "'We will all meet' again 16visit the one that surviviee,' said I, for I was a med- cap,' girl given to vagaries - and we are all here l Then,'when Bentley rode away I walked with him to the hedge and bade him farewell. e \ rhte \\,11. 1. Is .‘AX. �� Florin ot Aketa ea-'�+zeatre 43 l;olivtaiaa 't t.),,..h s . . Paso of Cloi tt-al Ars-trioau \� stat2 ..: - • — Phan bat z .til i Mz 1 il e; Heikwan im,l of t° azs .. sSI Peso of C "aa...- . _.�..» Sucre of iis:.�r__ Ruane .t3 iba� _____ Dollar of 2te.ztro.- Sol of Per'o.__..• Rouble of g.,r..�a . -, Mahbub of Tri}+ t2i . - .. ....., i 4 Bolivar of ti .per:D sr,...... ..._ u1 S Yen of Jsl+sn.. -- - _. ".' The value of the iNtins of Finland' are pro- claimed for the first time in' ;he circular of Jan. let, 1S91, the standard of value being' gold, the monetary unit the " mark," and its value 1:13 oents•-N York Daily Com tnerciai Stale: in. 10.4 913 value Jan. 1. 1891. g 38,1 77.1 T, 77.1 1 19:9 1 97 17.1 97.1 316 sa.T 77.1 61.7 &'1.8 lee 83.1 etre - and eyes that • meadows, with lips trembling y lookedeagerly onteverd. a3 if the secret of the hereafter' could be revealed in the -glory (f the sunset lighting the fading land.film The tiny creature was dying• formed over its bright eyes and the feathered Creast palpitated. • She stopped and lifted it to her lips. " You too are going, you little thing," ale • wad, " to fly to that unknown land where gab has gone. If you see her, tell her that I love her and miss her so mach." Then she laid its limp, deed body in a fallow, put a clod' over it, and felt, some. how, as if Bab got that message. - Stealing upstairs at night, she world geese involuntarily, et the cloned door, as had always been her habit. It eeemed . °fired to' leave Bab that way in the cold and had made existence vivid end sal, seem I. dark, for she bed ever been toad el a bright and gossip over the day's events, end far away. a light that had fleshed and faded Bettwould lean her bead against the into the dietande of a long reed. Still, door,y ' weary in mind and body se she was, it was d whispering softly : I remember. good to think of Tom, alive and etrong, Good -eight, dear Bab" somewhere in the night, loving her. finable as seemed the throe days o! ` , ld almost hear i oa whop con d During the days that followed the funeral Mies Clem did not appear, send .. there wee little ooctipation for Betty 'Ave to endeavor to Mirmtir that followed et her as she eat frs Berne om room to room, to escape from it and fro he 1 tl. ry fpr fancied footsteps, p g behindclosed door. She eat in the realer two evenings after the funeral, curled up in a big arm -chair. One of the silver econoee of the mirror was light d, blending with the deeper glow of the legs throughout the room, gleaming in the tarnished gilt moulding of the cornice, and touching to a richer hue the folds of the long, red damask curtains. She was worn out, with grief end resting in a reaction of emotion that left her tranquil. Love, that The Rad Lands. " What ere the Bad Lanes, of wbioh w frequent mention is made in the telegrams about -the United -States Indian uprising?" asks a correspondent• of white aley Lends swhioof Dakota are composed by the aotion of rains, has been out into hillocks. They are not high, seldom more then 40 er 50 feet, but it is np one and down another the whole way. There are no water coarses, the nearest approach being ti gully forty feet deep, with a foot . !gild a heat of mnd at the . bottom.• At every few sarde yen moat stop, af►d� wale epode and shovel, cut a path down the side of a hill in order to descend, and then np the side of the one opposite in order to get up again. The mud is as sticky se tar, and in going ii few yards the wheeleof a waggon.:- become solid round cakes, end all the mules you can bitch to it will not be able to pull it a foot farther. Then the spades are brought--epi-the---•wheela_.._oleared, the operation being repeated . two or- three times in 100 yards. The extent'of the Bad Lends in Dakota is probably 100 miles from north to south by fifteen to thirty miles wide. The district is a good one for a crafty foe like the Indian warrior to hide in, but as a looetion to mike a living it has not a redeeming feature. See .ou h m say, in this very room, be had placed hie hand on her hair," Thou dear little girl, half dead with ennui." The monotone from the dripping., seven c at ght the burden and oht,nged to Tome voice, sweet and oerese- ,gloom, they drew to a nloae, ushering in the SO gloomier day of the iwere arriving ; erat All morning the people tor. a funeral in the country is somewhat of a social event' britigitig together the - tarsale of remote neighborhoods- . 1 i ; lapin her to sleep.. The front yard was Lull of oosoliee end B 111111111111111111 . From Frying -Pan to Fire. Detroit News : Wite-I thought you said you would fill np the coal stove after yon got home from the lodge? Husband -I did. Wife -I guess not. When I got up this morning I- 'found a. Bootle fall of coal alt over the floor, es it somebody tried to fill the stove without removing the top,and I' found the scuttle -hanging on the gfjet. , Husband(ttinkiog : The old girl is on to me, but I. will have to get out of it some way) -A friend of mine said be could geese whet kind of a temper you had. Wife -The wretch 1 Hnabend-And be bet me 1110 when 11 was Doming home that I deeeen't play off' drunk. Wife -The ecoandrell Well, he found out hie mistake. - Hnebdnd (ander his breath) -I got out of that nide.- Wife -Well, I am clad yon won the bet. John ; the $10 will bay me a new bonnet. "Away ! Away! There is danger here! A terrible phantom is bending near; With no human Lok, wish uohuman hreoth, He stands !Aside thee—the haunter—Death 1" If,there is one disease more than another that comes like the -vnbiddeii" greet at a banquet, it ie Catarrh. lneidionely it steals upon you, "with no human breath " it gradually, like the ootopns, winds its coils about yon and orushee yon. Bat there is a medicine, called Dr. Sage's Catarrh Remedy, that can tear yon away from the monster, and tnrn the sytbee' point of the reaper. The makers of this wonderful remedy offer, in good faith, a standing re- ward of $500 for an insurable case of Catarrh in the Head. held my I rose ao hie lips es he alike pare end boly in hie eight, fa. mg rode off, never to come again -never -for E163 will. the next day they found you on the road Folded in nnntterebie peace that was like ith your skull ernehed. Ob, God ! oh, the ebbing of a midnight sea, she and Tom w my God 1 what I went through then ; for each "of these oountlese human livee bee a capacity for enduring pain that is not ganged by ite insignificance end shortness of duration, but teen be infinite. Oh, brit were together, his arms around her, float- ing to some greater mystery=out-out- CHAPTER XIII. 'That winter life passed strangely at the Van bane'. Mise Clem alternated from sea. had I the poever equal to my will, t e ! g earth world creek to its base, and the stars none of supreme authority, when her energy - lesI ing with fire, wonld tear on in a mad and oversight of the plantation were nn- race of death. On, on I fester, faster i t- netnrel, to days of inanition And lack of he How they wail and cringe, these pitiful tercet in all mundane matters, even the atomise 1 On--on--little, world, int& the events of the war, looking herself in her lees tib se of annihila- own room to pore over some musty volume. Women Health Inspectors. Chicago has had the good senile to appoint five women health inspectors : Mre. Byford Leonard, Mre. Clara M. Doolittle, Mrs, Marie Owene, Mrs. Mary Glennon and Dr. Rachel Hickey. The eatery is $1,000 per annum, and the duties are the inspection of places where women and children work, and the establishment of necessary sanitary improvements.. These inspectors are clothed with police power and already have a000mplished great good in the remedying of ebneoe. They find that the chief difficulty they have to encounter ie not tyranny or hardhearted, nese on the aide of the employer, but the inconceivable ignorance of both einployer and employed. Signs of Dotal).Bellows-Whet makos you fear your eon ° out in Colbrado is dead ? Fellows (with a sigh) --He hasn't written for money for nearly a month, Legal Counterfeltorg. Pittsburg Deapatch : Statesmen are the• only people who aro permitted to pass bad mach'll calm oflthe bottom y tion t „ Thos mach reeponevbility devolved ..upon' .'... a ... ... • • 0r'.,.