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0 soul, why sittest then so long
Beside a dead past, inaking mean ?
Why wring thy pallid hands and cry
Too late 1" Is not to -ay thine own ?
Thy harvest fields of life are bare,
NO wealth of ripenea grain thou hast,
Thy careless hands were folded close
Vaal the sowing -time was past.
But glean among another's sheaves,
And starve not for thine early Pin;
A hired hand within his fields
Another's harvest gathers in.
Too late, indeed, for thee to build
The structure of thy visions sweet;
Yet thou, with helpful hands, me.yst strive
Another's labors to complete,
Too late I Thy myrtle branches lie
All withered by the noon -tide's heat ;
Yet thou the nettles mayst destroy
Which grow within auother's gate.
The golden sup of hppe fulfilled
Is hidden from thy skies away ;
Yet light serene and fair still lies
Upon the pathway of to -day.
--Emma Withers.
To -Morrow.
The future hours? Ah, no;
It is the gods' alone 1
Tho hours are ringing low
" Farewell " in every tone.
The future 1 Think 1 Beware 1
Our earthly treasures rare,
Hard won through toil and care,
Our palaces and lands,
Great victories, and all
Possessions, large and small—
But only to us fall,
As birds light on the sands
—Victor Hugo.
SIR HUGH'S LOVES.
" ' Yon shall go to Switzerland and. Italy,
and see your father's grave, and your beau-
tiful Florence again. You shall see fresh
sights and breathe fresh air until this
weary lassitude has left you, and you
come back to us like our old Crystal.'
" I will not go, Raby,' I exclaimed,
exasperated beyond endurance at the very
idea. I will never go• with Mrs.
Grey ; ' but I might as well have spoken to
a rock.
I am your guardian, and I tell you
that you will go, Crystal,' he returned,
severely, but his sternness was only
assumed to hide his pain. Nay, ray
child,' as he saw my face, do not make it
too hard for me, by a resistance that will
be useless. Think how the months fly by,
and how the change will benefit you, and
how good it is of our dear Mrs. Grey to give
up her peaceful lionae and her work just for
.onr sake and mine.'
"His sake 1 He was driving me mad.
Ah, it was on me now. He might talk or
he might be silent, but this would make
itself heard.
" Oh Mona', lying deep in your quiet
,-,rave, where they carried you so soon,
it was not I, but the demon who possessed
mei
He was very white now. He took hold
of my hands and held them firmly.
" 'How dare you, Crystal,' he said,
sternly; ' how dare you speak of a lady, of
Mrs. Grey in that way. Ah, Heavenly
Father, forgive this unhappy child, sne
zannot know what she says.'
"1 answered with a mocking laugh that
seemed forced from my lips, and then,
as though my unhappy fate were sealed,'
Mrs. Grey entered.
"She thought it was an hysterical attack,
; nd came at once to Baby's help.
" 'Do not be alarmed, Mr. Ferrers,' she
aid, gently, it is only hysteria ; 'and shheld
ant a glass of ooldwater to him. The action
provoked me. I tore myself from Baby's
grasp, dashing the glass aside. I longed to
ing. There was a bottle
h Redmond had care-
orning. I snatched
crush it into a
the room;
Crystal,
ever
break a
beside me th
lessly left that
up the vial, for I wa
million atoms, and rush
but she called out in affrigh ,
don't touch it, itis—' and the
finished.
"1 saw her white hands trembling,
blue eyes dilated with horror; and then
my demon was upon me. I knew what it
was, and I hurled it at her, and Raby
sprang between—he sprang between us, Oh,
Raby, Raby 1—and then, with a shriek that
rang through ray brain for months after-
wards, he fell to the ground in convulsions
of agony.
* *
111 ca
"Was
than he cou
"When the
the threshold of
the light of thos
quenched for ever;
meet that loving glance
blind—blind—and that it
that had done it; then it wa
agony I breathed the vow th
remove their curse from them, tha
wander forth, Cain -like, into the
world, until my punishment waa in
degree commensurate with my sin. Fer
I have never faltered in ray purpose. r
have never repented of my resolve, though
their love has sought to recall me, and I
know that in their hearts they had
forgiven me. I have worked, and wept,
and prayed, and my expiation has not been
in vain,
In the Crystal you know you will
hardly find a trace of the high-spirited girl
that Raby loved, nay, that he loves still.
Ah, I know it all now ; how he seeks his
darling, and makes it his life purpose to
find her, and bring her back to peace. I
know how even in his intolerable
anguish he prayed them to have mercy
upon me, and to spare me the awful truth.
I have seen his face, that changed blind
face of his. I have ministered to him
with these hands, I have heard his
dear voice, and yet I have not betrayed
rayself."
"Crystal," sobbed Fern, and indeed she
could scarcely speak for her tears, she was
so moved by this pitiful story," if I were
yon I would go back to -morrow; how can
you, how can you leave hire, when he needs
you so?"
"1 go back to him?" repeated the other
girl, mournfully. "1 who have blighted
his life and darkened his days; who have
made his existence a long night? I who
haVe robbed him of the glory.of his priest -
hoed, and made him what he is, a wreck of
his former self?"
, was the steady answer. "1
would go back to him and be his eyes,
though his goodness humbled me in the
dust Al, Crystal, are you worse than Ellie
put of Whom the Saviour oast seven devil, and his handsome facie were look of
go on. I cannot 1
Cain's punishment greater
r ?
e tope as I lay across
oor, and told me that
autiful eyes was
I should never
that he was
my hand
t in my
would
ould
at
and who loved muph because much had
been forgivenher?!
" lEfeellehueh 1 you de:net loteW, Fero 1"
-0 My darling, I do know," pereieted Feen,
gently, • and ; tell you that it is your duty
to go beide to Baby, who levee yen eo.
Noy," she continued, ,ae a deep blopla rose
to Crystal's alive cheek, "he never cared
Or this Mona—your own words have
peeved that. Go haok to him, and he the
light of his .eyes, and take his da;lingeS
from hire, fo 1 eee plainly that
he will never leave off seeking you and you
only."
CHAPTER XXVI.
THE TALL YOUNG LADY IN BROWN
Not enjoyment and notsorrow
Is our destined end pr way;
But to act that each to -morrow
Finds us further than to -day,
*
In the world'sbroad field of battle
In the bivouac of life
Be not like dumb driven cattle,
Be a hero in the strfe.'4:
Longfellow.
As Fern finished her little speech, Crystal
hid her face in her hands, but there was no
answer—only the sound of a deep drawn sob
was distinctly audible. .A. few minutes
afterwards she raised it, and in the moon-
light Fern could see it was streaming with
tears.
"Do not say any more," %he implored;
" do you think ray own heart does not tell
me all that, but I will not go back yet; the
flaming sword of conscience still bare my
way to my Paradise. Fern, do you know i
why I have told you ray story? it s because
I am going away, and I wantis
to prom-
ise me something, and there s no one else
I can ask; no, not your mother," as Fern
tookefi surprised at this, "she has enough
to trouble her."
.. What is it ? " asked Fern, rather
timidly.
" I am going away," returned Crystal,
"and one never knows what may happen.
I am young, but life is uncertain. If I never
corns back, if anything befalls me, will you
with your own hands give this to Raby,"
and as she spoke, she drew from her bosom
a thick white envelope sealed and directed,
and placed it in Fern's lap. As it lay there
Fern could read the inscription "To be
given to the Rev. Raby Ferrers, after my
death."
"Oh, Crystal," she exclaimed, with a
shiver, "what could happen to you. You
are young—not one -and -twenty yet—and
your health is good, and—" but Crystal
interrupted her with a strange smile.
"Yes, it is true; but the young and the
strong have to die sometimes; when the
call comes we must go. Do not look so
frightened, Fern, I will not die if I can
help it; but if it should be so, will yon
with your own hands give that to Baby:
it will tell him what I have suffered,
and—and it will comfort him a little."
"Yea, dear, I will do it ;" and Fern
leaned forwards and kissed her softly. The
moon was shining brightly now, and in the
clear white light Fern noticed for the
first time how thin and pale Crystal looked;
how her cheek, and even her supple figure,
had lost their roundness. There were
deep hollows in the temples, dark lines
under the dark eyes; in spite of her beauty
she was fearfully wan. The grief that preyed
upon her would soon ravage her good looks.
For the first time Fay felt a vague fear
oppressing her, but she had no opportunity
to say more, for at that moment Crystal
rose quickly from her seat.
" You have promised," she said, gratefully;
"thank you for that. It is a great trust,
Fern, but I know I can rely on you. Now
can talk no more. If your mother comes
in, will you tell her about Miss Campion?
I think she will be glad for many reasons.
Now I will try and sleep, for there is much
to be done to -morrow. Good -night, my
dear ; " and the next moment Fern found
herself alone in the moonlight.
W Mrs. Trafford returned, she heard
the ne ery quietly.
"11 will etter—much better," she said,
quickly. " must not fret about it, my
sunbeam. Cr 1 is beginning to look ill ;
ange and move ent will do her good.
e is very quib She has too much
ed upon h elf. She will be
e herself a ong strangers."
Id her rfully of the
fford only
tim
obliged
And when
promise she had
listened with a grave em
"Put it away safely, my dear; you will
never have to give it, I hope; only it is a
relief to the poor child to know that you
have it. Her's is a strange morbid nature.
She is not yet humbled sufficiently. When
'ke the Prodigal,
she is, she will go bm
and take the foOlMiiiirThbAs waiting for
her. Now, i darling, all t s sad talk
has inade fu look pale. Y must try
and forge t, and go . But, for the
first tim4 in her healthy girlhood, sleep
refused t coxne at Fern's bidding; and she
lay rest4s and anxious, thinking of her
friend's t agical story until the grey dawn
ushered the new day.
The litt ' household in Beulah Place were
very busy., uring the next few days. The
iris went d t shopping together to replenish
stal's rd est wardrobe, and then sat
' g until, nearly midnight to complete
trevkling dress. Fern was putting
titch on the last afternoon while
t4id good-bye to her pupils.
If) in the girl's room was
she was to start early
eard the news; he
yen the last week, to
he had begged Mrs.
the
the fin
Crystal
The blac
already pac
in the mornin
Percy had not
had been away fro
Crystal's great relief.
Trafford and Fern to say nothing about her
movements. He might appear at any
moment, and Crystal dreaded a scene if he
heard of her approaching departure.
It will be much better for him not to
know until the sea is between us," she had
said to Mrs. Trafford. "When he hears
I have gone without bidding him good-bye,
he will see then that I mean what I say—
that my life has nothing to do with his;"
and Mrs. Trafford had agreed. to this.
It was with a feeling of annoyance and
very real discomfort, then, that Crystal
caught Sight of him as she came down the
steps of Upton House. He was walking
quickly down the street, and evidently per-
ceived her at once. There would be no
thence of escapinghim, se she walked slowly
on, quite aware that he would overtake her
in another minute. As they were to part
so soon, she must pait up with hie escort,
Of Course he had been to Beulah Place,
and was now in sear -oh of her; poor foolish
boy i
The next moment she heard his footatep
behind her.
"Miss Davenport, this iti too delightful,"
pleased eagerness. "I thought ; should
,have to wait genie thne, f rem b'ern' account
but I have not beep here a moment. There
is no hurry, is there?" checking her pace as
grYstal Sew:fled inclined to walk fast.
" We are busy people, Mr. Trafford," elle
answered, pleasantly, "and can never afford
to walk slowly. Why did you not wait
with your sister? you have not seen her
for a long time."
14 gas it seemed a long time to you?" he
returned, with quick emphasis. I wish
I could believe you had missed me, that
you had even given me e thought during
my absence;" and he looked wistf ally at the
girl as he spoke.
"1 am sure your mother and Fern missed
you," she replied, evasively, She wanted
to keep hire in good humor, and avoid any
dangerous topics, She would like to leave
him, if possible, with some kindly memory
i
of this nterview. In spite of his sins against
her, she could not altogether harden ber
heart against Fay's brother.
Any person meeting these two young
people would have regarded them as a per-
fectly matched couple. Percy's refined
aristocratic face and distinguished carriage
made a splendid foil for Crystal's dark
beauty and girlish grace. As Peroy's eyes
rested on her they scarcely noticed the
shabby dress she wore. He was thinking
as usual that he had never seen any one to
compare with this young governess; and he
wondered, as he had wondered a hundred
times before, if her mother had been an
Englishwoman; his mother would never
tell him anything about Miss Davenport,
except that she was of good birth and an
orphan.
"Did you bring Mr. Huntington with
you?" she asked rather hurriedly, for she
was quite aware of the fixed look that
always annoyed her. The admiration of
raen was odious to her now the only eyes
she had cared to please would never look at
her again.
"Do you mean Erle ?" was the careless
answer. 1 Oh, no, my dearly beloved cousin
has other game to bring down ;" and here
there was a slightly mocking tone in
Percy's voice. "Ile is with /a belle Evelyn
as usual. I am afraid Erie does not quite
hit it as an ardent lover; he is rather half-
hearted. He asked me to go down to Vic-
toria Station to meet his visitor, but I
declined, with thanks. I had otherlausiness
on hand, and I do not care to be ordered
about; so the carriage rauat go alone."
"You are expecting visitors at Belgrave
House then?" she asked; but there was no
interest in her manner. She only wanted
to keepthe conversation to general subjects.
She would talk of Belgrave House or any-
thing he liked if he would only not make
love to her. If he only knew how she hated
it, and from him of all men.
" Oh, it is not my visitor," was the reply;
" it is only some old fogio or other that
Erie has picked upat Sandycliffe—Erle
has a craze about picking up odd people.
Fancy inflicting a blind parson on as by
way of a change."
He was not looking at the girl as he spoke,
or he must have seen the startled look in
her face. Thenext moment she had turned
her long neck aside.
"Do you mean he is actually blind and a
clergyman? how very strange!"
" Yes ; the result of some accident or
other. His name is Ferrero. Erle raved
about him to my grandfather; but then
Erle always raves about people—he is
terribly soft hearted. He is coming up to
London, on some quit Or other, no one
knows what it is, Erie is sovery mysterious
about the whole thing."
"Oh, indeed," rather faintly; "and you
—you are to meet him, Mr. Trafford."
" On the contrary, I am going to do
nothing of the kind,' he returned, imper-
turably. "I told Erle that at 6.30, the
time the train was due, I was booked for
a pressing engagement. I did not mention
the engagement was with my mother, and
that I should probably be partaking of
a cup of tea; but the fact is true never-
theless."
(To be continued.)
All in Fun.
Policeman Allen, of the western district,
found a man sleeping on the commons in
the vicinity of Broadway and Twenty-
third. On getting the fellow to his feet, the
officer discovered that he had been badly
beaten. " How did you get thatblackeye?'
asked Allen.
" Oh, that's all right; all in fun ; we all
have to take it some time."
" But your nose is mashed flat; explain,
who assaulted you."
'1
Tut, I tut it an't no odds ; it's all
right."
" And your right ear looks as though it
had been through a sausage mill."
"It don't matter, if she's happy; I can
stand it."
"She, who do you mean? Man, there
an't ten hairs on your head. Did your wife
beat you up 7"
"No, no; it was a little family affair.
We have 'em often, so it don't matter.
Sometimes my wife's mother takes a hand
in the shindy; the old gal is always there
when she is in the humor for fun, and last
night she was boiling over with it." --
Louisville Courier -Journal.
The Port Colborne Gas Well.
The gas at the well suddenly disappeared
on Tuesday,andnoreason can be accounted
i
for it. It s surmised by some that the
hole at the vein has by some means filled
up, thus preventing the gas from coming
up. On Wednesday, men were at work
putting down a two-inch pipe inside the
casting to ascertain, if possible, the cause of
the obstruction. No one thinks it can be
possible that the gas has already been ex-
hausted in the well ; still it is causing the
company considerable uneasiness.
The Dominion Government has been
notified that the Canadian sealers seized in
Behring's Sea this season have been found
guilty at Sitka of illegal sealing and the
vessels and skine forfeited. A test CSS8
which involves the United States claim to
exclusive sovereignty in Behring's Sea is
now before the Admiralty Court in Boston,
and will no doubt be earned to the 'United
States Supreme Court for a final judgment.
, The French war balloon is made in four
notions, so that a bullet may go through
without dropping it.
Alonzo Whyland, aged 70 years, was
gored to death by a bull on a farm north of
Albion villag�, New York, yesterday. He
was endeavoring to entice the animal to a
barn with a pan of feed. Hifi body was
frightfully mangled.
pOPP ,4P179. TO. RAILP-
e Very Careful About the Lettere You
Write to 31arr1ed Men,
A habit Very common with a number of
our thoughtless youngladies who do a great
many things quietly which they would not
him to haVe known oi at homa—a habit
desereing of the strongest condemnation—
is that of promiscuous correspondence with
gentlemen, whether the gentlemen be mar-
ried or single. The young ladies who find
pleasure in this habit use their pens on any
pretext that turns up, and sometimes onno
pretext at all. We are not really sure that
this does not come less under the head of
an undesirable habit than a sin, for there
is an indelicacy about it quite amounting
to immodesty, of which no girl who re-
spects herself, or who desires the respect of
others, will be guilty.
These young letter -writers, however,
generally get a fit reward for their thought-
lessness or their culpability. If their ow -
respondent is a man of systematic habits
their letters are docketed and ticketed, and
his clerks have as much of a laugh over
them as they wish; and if he is not a sys-
tematic man, then those letters are at the
mercy of any and every one who chooses to
waste time reading them. If their corre-
spondent is a married man, then hip pos-
session of their letters, even of the most
trivial ldnd, places the writers at a disad-
vantage. Sooner or later the lettere fall
into the hands of his wife, who reads the
folly or the wickedness with clear eyes, and
holds the writer not only in contempt, but
in her power. No young girl can be
sure that her correspondent is not
merely amusing himself with her;
and it is often the case that her
letters are unwelcome and a nuisance,
and he does not check them and does reply
to them, not from interest in her, but
merely manly chivalry. When the writer
has recovered from her folly or forgotten
about her idleness, there is the letter ready
to rise, like an awful betraying ghost, after
she herself has possibly undergone a
change, that will make her face burn,
branded with shame, should the letter ever
chance to confront her, or perhaps even
the memory of it. Her motive may have
been all innocence at the time, but it is left
forever under doubt, and, in fact, except in
the baldest business affair, there can be no
excuse, and therefore no innocence, in the
matter of a young girl's writing letters to
any man not her personal relative or
guardian, for about most of these letters
there is an unmaidenliness amounting to
indecency, and in the end her correspondent
himself never thinks other than light of
her on account of them.—Harper's Bazar.
"The Editor Knows Everything."
It is encouraging to see how rapidly the
friends of our cause all over the country
are realizing and acting upon this truth.
For one thing, they are making the pro.
poverty press do good missionary work.
John Smith writes to his county paper ex-
pounding the anti -poverty gospel, and re-
questing to be put right if he is wrong. The
editor is only too happy to oblige—and, be-
sides, it's such an easy thing to do. The
editor is perfectly at home on the subject—
knows all about anti -poverty, united labor
party, Henry George, Dr. McGlynn and all
the rest of it, and has only been waiting for
O good chance to knock the whole concern
into a cocked hat. Ever read "Progress
and Poverty?" Well, no; but, bless you,
he knows the book just as well as though he
had read every word of it, has read all
about it a hundred times. And so Mr.
Editor sits down, and triumphantly proves
to his correspondent some such proposition
as that even if it were possible to
divide the land up so that every
man, woman and child should have a piece
it wouldn't be a week before some men
would be selling their shares, and other
men buying them; or, perhaps, like His
Grace Archbishop Corrigan, in his famous
pastoral, he gives a lot of splendid argu-
ments against the private ownership of
land, and then claims that they prove
private ownership to be altogether justifi-
able. in other words, he sets up a figure
of straw, christens it Anti -poverty, and
demolishes it triumphantly. Now, this
sort of argument rarely fails to recoil.
Men read the paper and ask themselves if
it really can be possible that hundreds of
thousands of men—clergymen, mechanics,
lawyers, doctors and storekeepers, men of
every trade and occupation—can be de-
luded by such a transparently shallow
theory as that which the editor has ex-
ploded in a single column article. And,
just as a matter of curiosity, these men
take up "Progress and Poverty" or the
Standard, or begin to question their anti-
poverty friends, and then -- ah 1 then
there's a pretty kettle of fish 1 They see
the truth—see it face to face for the first
time, and, seeing it, they can't help recog-
nizing and believing in it. — New York
Standard.
'Tie the Midnight Hour.
Birdie McHenipin—There is something
very weird and mysterious about the mid-
night hour.
Hostetter McGinnis—Yes, I have noticed
that if you wake_up in the middle of the
night an uncertain feeling comes over you.
You ain't sure whether it is yesterday or
to -morrow.
—A Philadelphia bridal dress is of cream
satin, the back a straight long train, kept
up by deft arrangement of petticoats and
thick ruches of silk. The front is covered
with a fine lace scarf, the two ends parallel
with the edge of the skirt and the double
portion at the top being carried on to the
bodice, the whole making a soft and grace -
fill drapery.
A consignment of thirty or forty Cana-
dian horses, purchased by Colonel Goldie,
have just arrived at Woolwieh from Mon-
treal. On landing the horses became
uncontrollable and almost created apanic
in town. They will undergo training at
the remount establishment.
It is rumored that Lord Salisbury will
shortly visit Prince Bismarck.
At a united labor mese meeting held in
the eighth ward of Roohester, N. E, Wed-
nesday evening, Miss Ella Clementine
Rogers, State agent of the New York State
Temperance Society, Made a speech
anouncing her sympathy with the Henry
George movement. It is thought that she
is the first lady who has taken suck a
gelid on the platform outside of New York
city.
—It is only when in love that the gambler
is satisfied to hold a small hand.
MISS FAT AT HEE OLD TRICKS.
4 seance in Loudon that Ended Pie***
trOUOY1,
MiSSFay,W/30 has receivPd seVeral fiat -
tering =MOPS in leading London PaPerso
was giving a " spiritualistic" seance at
Blackburn on Tuesday night); but the per-
formance came to a sudden termination,
for some people in the audience struck
liOhts• Miss Fay was supposed to i)e float,
ing across the room in oemi-darknees, but
as the tgure Passed oyer the heads of the
audience it was caught, and lo 1 the
sPiritualfetio object Was found to he nothing
but a dummy of Worsted and gauze, nianiP-
ulated by wires, while Misenty herself wale
seen to have climbed to the roof. There
was a disturbance after this, the platfornA
was stormed and the police had to be called
in.—Pall Mall Gazette,
Pressure That Should Be Resisted.
" Krioxonian " writes in the Canada
Presbyterian: The path of the Church is
fairly strewn with the vietime of irrespon-
sible pressure. Clergymen suffer from thid
kind of pressure more perhaps than any
other olaEis of men. A few restless, irre-
sponsible spirits surround a pastor and
urge him to send for some sensational
revivalist and get up a revival. The pastor
wants a genuine revival in the congregation
muoh more than any of the restless spirits
do. He has worked for it, planned for it,
prayed for it, done all in his power to pro-
mote it. But he knows very well that
many excellent people of conservative lean-
ings in the congregation do not take
kindly to some modern revival methods.
He knows also that seeds of discord have
been sown at many so-called revivals that
have brought forth bitter fruit for years.
He knows also that more effective and more
useful special services might be held nnder
the auspices of the session and by minis-
ters of his own church, but he lute a chronio
fear of being charged with opposition to
revivals; he yields and the sensational un-
known is sent for. The result is perhaps
disastrous. But when the disaster comes,
where are the irresponsibles who brought
the pressure to bear? They are snickering
around corner groceries gabbling over the
affair in much the same spirit as they
would gabble over the last lacrosse
or baseball match. The Church
may lose influence, lose money,
lose the inestimable blessing of peace, but
the irreeponsibles lose nothing, for the best
and simplest of all reasons—they have
nothing to lose. By all means hold special
services, when reasonable and responsible
persons desire to hold them. 13ut let such
services be biegun, continued and ended by
men of knolin and established Christian
character, men for whom the Christian
people of the community have respect and
in whom they have confidence. A revival
carried on by persons that no sane man
would make executor for an estate worth.
li100 is not likely to do much good.
"A Grand Nicht" with Carlyle.
Alfred Tennyson at one time often paid
O visit to Thomas Carlyle at Chelsea. On
one of those occasions these two great men,
having gone to Carlyle's library to have a
quiet chat together, seated themselves one
on each side of the fireplace, and lit their
pipes. And there for two hours they sat,
plunged in profound meditation, thesilence
being unbroken save for the little dry regu-
lar sound that the lips of the smokers
made as they sent puffs of smoke soaring
to the ceiling. Not one single word broke
the silence. After two hours of this
strange converse between two great souls
that understood each other without speech,
Tennyson rose to take leave of his host -
Carlyle went with him to the door, and.
then, grasping his hand, uttered these
words—" Eh, Alfred, we've had a grand
nicht! Come back again soon."
Blew Out the Gas,
Edward Moran and Thomas Moran, from,
Ardoch, Dakota, on their way to Ontario;
obtained a room Monday night at the'
Massasoit House, corner of Central avenue
and South Water street, and were foundt
dead in their beds yesterday morning. The
gas -jet was open and the room full of gas,
which it was presumed they had blown out.
They were well-dressed young men.
Besides their clothing and other valuables -
76 was found in their pockets. The coroner
held an inquest, and a verdict was returned
of asphyxiation by gas.—Chicago Time of
yesterday.
Nothing to Fear From that Source.
"George, dear," said the girl, "do you
ever drink anything?"
"Yes, occasionally," George reluctantly
admitted.
"But, dear," she went on anxiously,.
"what do you suppose papa would say if
he should discover that the future inisbandt
of his only daughter drank 7"
"He discovered it this morning."
"Oh, George,and what did he say?"
He said, 'Well, George, my boy, F
don't care if I do.'"
She Might Get One,
Mrs. Peterby (to new servant)—The last
servant had a habit of going into the parlor
with her young man and sitting there the
whole of the evening. Have you a young
man?
New Servant—No, mum; but I might,
get one with such inducements offered.
—Mrs. Cleveland patronizes a Washing-
ton tailor when ebo orders new costumes.
She does not like the fuss and bother of the
old-fashioned dressmaker, and while in.
Europe adopted the oilstone of going to a,
tailor to hello her dress made. The fact
that she has clung to this habit has had an
effect on Washington sign -boards. Where.
once the word "Dressmaker" appeared is.
now painted the legend " Ladies' Tailor."
—Oscar Wilde regrets his son is not a
daughter, because, as he says," girls drape
so much botter."
A Vein of rock salt 40 feet thick has been
struck at Ithaca, N.Y., at a depth of 2,230
feet, The salt is clear and pure. The well
is to bo put down another teousand feet in
search of oil or gas.
Most of the buildings burned the recent
fire at Sanford, Fla., were of "fat" pine
whieh blazes like cotton when ignited,
Michigan has a novelty in a bicycle band'
TheThe
lielcteeirmensanpialtyovaeartnhmeyerirtidie.
las handed
over $l,000 as indemnity to the widow
Gamekeeper Brignon.
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