The Wingham Times, 1885-12-11, Page 7YOUNG FOLKS
Expecting to be Twins.
Wo1king In the street one day,
I saw two little girls ;
I joined the i , for I wont their way ;
They both had golden curls.
And looked alike, these maidens fair,
Allko as two small pine
Iasked them (they seemed euoh a pair),
"Pray tell mo are you twine1"
"Not yet," and they looked wondrous wleo,
And turned from me to go;
"We shall be twins when mauuna buys
Oureaps next wrek, j ou know,"
Non's Heathen.
Wan pushed back her 1 the blue sun -bon.
net and gazed at the picture pasted on the
old wall, There were several pictures on
that flaunting show -bill, but this ono perti.
cularly attracted Nan's attention. The tur-
baned and feathered head, the long i:raids
of hair, the necklace of boars' claws, and
the dark, wild fame excited her wonder, She
had rlskod,being tardy by stopping to gene
at it on her way to school in the morning,
and now on hoe hemeward walk, she could
look as long as she pleased,
"I spect he's an Indian. Maybe he's one
of those dreadful cannon -balls that eat folks
or else he's a squaw ; anyhow, he's a heath-
en," she said, a little confused in her know-
ledge of ragas. " I do wish I could see a
real live heathen,"
She slowly spelled out the words of the
advertisement—at least she could spell the
shorter ones— and so she gained s:me idol
of what it was all about : " Bar b-a•r-i a n;'
that must be the name of him, i guess,"
One thing she know already—the exhibi-
tion was to be in Hill's meadow, for she had
seen the tents erected there; and she die•
covered, by her careful spelling that the
price of admission was twenty five cents.
That cum was nothing to Nan. Had sho not
a bright new quarter that Unole `John had
given her because he thought her little face -
looked sober at the prospect of having mam-
ma go away from home for two whole
days ?
"1 asked mamma what to do with it, and
she said, ' Whatever you please, dear,' j sat
before she went away ; so, if I want to go,"
concluded Nan, rather doubtfully, ,with an
other look at the 'picture, " why she said,
' whatever I pleased.' "
There was no one to go with her. Whether
anyone would have taken her to the exhibi-
tion of curiosities if mamma had been at
home was a question which she did not care
to consider very closely. She decided that
she was quite old enough to go alone ; but
it required considerable shutting of her eyes
to facts in one direction and stretching of
probabilities in another to convince herself
that what she wanted to do was exactly
right. She queationed Hannah cautiously.
Dont you think it would help folkcs to
understand about Sunday -school lessons and
everything to see a real live heathen?"
" I s'pose ao," answered Hannah absently.
Sho was busy with her baking, and was
trying to calculate how many yards of cali-
co it would take to make her a dress.
"So I have the money, and mamma said
I might do what I pleased, and Hannah
thinks it'll be real 'structiva to sec such a
show," reasoned Nan, trying to argue down
her own misgivings.
She did not think it would be instructive
to confide her pian to Hannah, however.
So, after the early dinner, a little figure
slipped away from the house unseen, and
trudged alone toward the show ground. It
seemed very grand to be alone at first, but
it was a grandeur thar lasted only until she
found herself in the midst of a surging,
jostling crowd that nearly swept her off her
feet. It was a rough crowd, too—laughing,
jeering, swearing and threatening ; and Nan
would gladly have escaped, if it had been
possible even before she reached the tent.
But she was only a little mite of humanity,
unnoticed among the throng that shut her
in on every side, and she was borne forward
until she was carried through the narrow
door without her precious quarter having
once been demanded.
But she did not rejoice over that, or even
remember it at the time ; she was too sorely
bewildered and frightened. Her "pansy
hat," the pride of her heart, was sadly
ern heel, She could sec nothing, and she
was nearly stifled. She began to cry, and
then at last some one noticed her.
"Hello, here's a child ! Take care, there
This little girl is 'moot crowded to death."
"' Little girl?' ' repeated a gruff but good-
natured voice. " Here give her to me ; I'll
lift her high enough above, the crowd," and
the "Norway Giant," who had been march-
ing about for tho gratification of the specta-
tors, suddenly stooped and lifted her to hia
shoulders. "There, now, sissy ! What's
the matter ? Who do you want to find ? "
"The barbry-an," faltered Nan, feeling
that she mast give some reason for her
presence.
"Barbara Ann ? Did she come with you ?
Where is she? questioned, the giant; and
Nan knew that she had made some mistake,
"No ; I came alone. I wanted to see the
heathen," she explained timidly.
" The heathen ? Well, I guess that pret-
ty well fits all of us—'specially:the 'Fat W O-
man,'" laughed the giant, winking at the
last named monstrosity, who chuckled in re-
turn. "I'll put you up where you can see
all there is to be seen ; " and he planed Nan
on the platform among the ''curiosities."
Lonely, frightened and forlorn she stood
there. The " Learned Pig" thrust his nose
against her, the Albino smiled at her, and
suddenly a dreadful sutploion seized her
that these people might mean to keep her
always. What if she had to live in a place
like this and never saw home or mamma
again ? At last the crowd near the door
thinned a little, and watching her chance,
Nan sprang to the ground and fled as if the
whole company were after her.
She found the household in commotion ;
everybody was looking for her. Her mo-
ther had returned, and with a glad cry Nan
sprang into her arms and sobbed out all the
story.
" You see, m anima," she said a little later,
"I just thought about it all while I stood
there—how a heathen is somebody that
don't know about God or do His will, and
how I aoted as if I didn't myself, or I
wouldn't have been there where I knew I
oughtn't to go, So I guessed I had some
heathen in my own heart,"
"If my little Noone has learned that,"
said mamma gently, "she has learned what
we all need to know --that we have roam
for a good deal of missionary work In our
own hearte"
AN HISTORICAL CEMETERY. HOUSEHOLD.
13Y JOHN MASER, annionPJAL,
The writer recently paid a vialt to the old
Protestant burying ground on the Papineau
Road, the last resting piano of many of the
Protestant dead of Montreal and of Canada
of a pant generation. It is now nearly four
score years since this old burial place was
first opened. It was then far out on the.
outskirts of the city, being fully three miles
distant from the Parish Church of Notre
Dame, but at the present day the ei'y has
stretched over a mile eastward of it,
It is now nearly forty years sines the
now Protestant burying Ground—Mount
Royal Comotery,—was opened,yand a large
number of the bodies have been removed
to it, but, the romaine of those who had or
have no liviug friends here still lie neglected
in the old ground.
On entering that old home of Montreal
and Canada's almost f 3rgotten dead ones,
the words of the poet come forcibly and
appropriately to the mind :—
" Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire
Hand that the rod of empire might have ewaye,d ;
Or wake to ecstasy the living lyre,"
This place, doubtless, seventy years ago
was a spot of beauty, a well -attended to
home of the dead, having flower -decorated
graves, carefully looked after by living,
loving relatives, with handsome headotones
and costly tablets erected to perpetuate
their memories, and neat iron railings en-
closing many of the graves.
What a sickening sight now presents it-
self 1 It has the appearance of an " earth-
quake's spoil," as if it had been the scene,
on some past day, of a battlefiel'.1 ! Tablets
displaced 1 Headstones and railings broken
and scattered here, there, and everywhere
around, reminding one of the ravages of
hostile artillery 1 Opened and still unfilled
graves, from which the remains have been
taken and removed to Mount Royal Ceme-
tery, presenting a ghastly eight 1
This old neglected spot is v, ry dear to
many of the present generation, particular-
ly to Sootchmen; two-thirds of the sleepers
there bear So toh names ; many of them
have now no relatives in Montreal, being
scattered all over Canada ; many others of
them never had relatives living here, being
young men—Scoteh,lada, who came over at
that early day to seek their fortunes in
Canada, ]ie buried there 1 No kind eye to
watch or look after their last resting plane 1
Their friends or families in Scotland hold
burial certificates, showing that this or
that one of their friends lies buried in the
Protestant burying ground, on the Papineau
Road, in the city of Montreal, Canada, ,
But were each relatives to vieit Montreal./
at the present day it would be a sorrowful
sight for them to witness the desecration
three 1 They might as well seek the burial
place of Moses on Nebo's mountain slope
as to find the spot of earth covering their
dead here.
The writer's family was early connected
with the destinies of Canada, and while
searching amid the surrounding desolation
and desecration of this old buryiug•ground
he came across the .headstone erected over
the last resting place of his paternal grand-
father and three members of his family, boar-
ing the following inscription :—
SACRED
TO THE MEMORY OF HUGH FRASER,
A 'NATIVE OF INVERNESS-SHIRE, SCOT-
LAND, AND FOR MANY YEARS A
RESIDENT AT LACHINE,, WHO DE-
PARTED THIS LIFE, GIH FEBRUARY,
1823, AGED 70 YEARS;
—AND OF—
. ISABELLA FRASER, HIS WIFE, WHO
DEPAR'. ED THIS LIFE, 4THNOWEMBER,
1831, AGED 72 YEARS.
—ALSO OF—
ALEXANDER FRASER, BIS SON WHO
DEPARTED THIS LT.FE, 24TH OCTOBER,
1516, AGED, 25 YEARS,
—AND OF—
JANNET FRASER, ISIS DAUGHTER, WHO
DEPARTED THIS LIFE, 24TH AUGUST,
1818, ACED 15 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS,
This headstone records the deaths of four
of the family—the writer's family, but of
this family, paternal and maternal, bearing
the same name, it may truly be said of
them :—"Their graves are severed far and
wide," Some of them are sleeping on battle
fields in far India. Several fell during the
American Revolutionary war. One died
around the lost but recaptured cannon on
Lundy's Lane. Another, a West India
planter, fills a grave never seen by any of
his family. And still another, a Chief Fac-
tor in the Hudson Bay Company, lies buried
on a Pacific slope of the Rocky Mountains,
the spot being only known to a few hunters
of the buffalo and traders infur, The whis-
tle of the railway may now be heard near
his last resting place, but he heeds it not 1
The Canadian head of the family, as re-
corded on this headstone, visited Canada
over one hundred years ago, in 1774, then
quite a youth. This was while the United
States were colonies of Great Britain. He
was in Boston Harbour the next year (1775)
on boardjof a British man-of-war, during the
battle of Bunker's Hill, and was an eye•wit
nese of that battle, Twenty-five years later
he became a permanent settler in Canada,
and was one of the first Sootchmen to cut
down a tree in the then wilds of Argenteuil.
Hugh Fraser, the sleeper in that lone
grave, far away from his native hills, nos
blooming heather nor blue bells of old Sootia
to mark the spot 1 was born about the year
1760, in Inverness, Scotland. This was a
few years after the Scotch Rebellion of '45,
Hie father and all his father's relatives were
in the Prader Regiment on fatal Culloden,
fighting for Royal Prince Charlie 1 Hie
mother, with hundreds of other Sootohwo-
men were in the Fraser Damp, following the
fortunes and the misfortunes of the clan.
The dread echoes of Culloden sounded in
her ears 1 She was an eye -witness of the
sweep and the tramp of Cumberland's proud
horse they pursued and unmercifully cut
down the broken and scattered clans.
We may here note that a relative of his
father's was tin standard bearer of the Fra-
ser flag at Culloden. He saved his banner
by leaping a dyke which a pursuing Cum-
berland horse could not clear; but receiving
frons the dragoon a sabre slash on his'bight
leg as a farewell parting. That eamo man
thirteen years later, parried that same ban-
ner under Sir Simeon Fraser, in the same
regiment, in Wolfe's army, and planted it
in the Royal cause ,on the Plains of Abra-
ham, at Quebep, on the 13th of September,
1759,
Common -Sense Iieceipts,.
WH1rrsp RasmeaRRY CREAM,—Beat the
whites of two eggs to a stiff froth with four
tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar and add
four tableapoonfula of preaerved (or canned)
raspberry juice, Beat until it is very stiff,
Lemon flavoring may be added if desired.
CASSINQLE OF BANANA —Soak one ounce
of gelatine Ip half a pint of cold water for
an hour. Then add' ono scant pint of boil-
ing water and stir until the gelatine is die-
olved. To this add a oupful of sugar, and
two bananas sliced thin. Turn into o
mould and set on ice, Serve with cream,
CHILI SAUCE —Very nice, Six ripe
tomatoes, two oniona and one popper (the
onions and pepper chopped fine) one table-
spoonful of salt, two tablespoonfuls of brown
sugar, two smut cups of vinegar, one table-
spoonful each of cloves, cinnamon and all-
spice. Stew gently until done and bottle
tight.
APPLE.CUSTARD PUDDING,—Lino a but-
tered pudding -dish with aline of stale
sponge cake, or light, white breed ; then
make a filling as follows : one pint of sweet
milk, one pint of smooth apple saucy well
seasoned, three eggs web beaten, and
or ough cinnamon to flavor. This quantity
will make two small puddings.
A NICE DRESSING FOR FOWLS.—Take
one pint of snaked bread or crack ere rolled
very fine, add two teaspoonfuls of salt, a
tablespoonful of Bell's Spiced Seasoning,
(instead of sage etc.,) one tablespoonful of
butter or fat salt pork chopped very fine,
and one egg thoroughly worked in, this will
give atuffrog enough for a moderate sized
turkey or chicken,
COFFEE CAKE.—One cupful of seeded
and chopped raisins ; one cupful of sugar ;
half a cupful of butter; half a cupful of
cold, strong coffee ; half a cupful of mo-
lasses ; two and a half cups of sifted flour ;
two eggs well beaten ; one teaapoonfull of
powdered cloves ; half a teaspoonful) of
cinnamon ; one and a half teaspoonful of
baking powder.
BAKED APPLES --Wash, and then wipe
dry, five firm apples, and cut out the
blossom ends ; pack them in a large pud-
ding -dish ; pour a oupful of water over
them, cover the dish clooely, set intl. moder-
ate oven, and let them steam until they are
tender, and crack open ; then put into a
cold dish, and pour over them the juice left
in the baking dish. Serve cold with
powdered sugar and cream,
FRIED CH' OKEN.—Cut the chicken in
small pieces, and season them with pepper
and salt, and dust with meal; then fry
them in butter, lay them on paper, and
Dover to keep them warm ; then pour the
grease out of the frying pan, and put into
a teaoup full of Dream, a blade of mace, a
little salt and pepper, a salt peon full of
flour, and a teaspoonful) of butter, mixed
together ; let these simmer together a few
minutes ; place the chicken on a hot dish,
and pour the sauce over it.
SCALLOPED TUMMY. —Butter a deep dish,
line it with bread crumbs, and put in the
bottom a layer of bread crumbs seasoned
with butter, pepper, and salt, then a layer
of cold turkey chopped fine, and so on until
the dish is full, adding the stuffing and
gravy of the turkey; then beat together
two eggs, add to them two tableapoonfula
of milk, butter, salt, pepper and rolled*
cracker crumbs; spread thickly over the
top of the turkey ; bake half an hour, keep-
ing it covered for twenty minutes, then re-
move the cover and brown.
Household Dont's."
Don't stand when you can sit just as
well
Don.'t put off the mending from week to
week,
Don't you know that vinegar will clean
the isinglass in the stove doors ?
Don't you know your oilcloth can be wash-
ed in buttermilk or kerosene.
Don't give little children two languages
to learn—first baby -talk, then afterward
true pronunciation,
Don't hesitate to place a piece of zinc on
the live coals in the stove ; it will Olean out
the stovepipe.
Don't throw away the nice woolen stock-
ings when the feet are worn out, but cut
them down for the children.
Don't fail to be Olean and tidy in every
nook and corner, but don't be a slave to a
shining stove and carpet,
Dont do unnecessary work because your
grandmother did. There was not half so
much to be done in her day.
Don't cherish the idea that you will catch
cold if you feel a bit of fresh air, or know
there is an outlet for heated impure air.
Don't throw away old suspender rings,
but sew them to the corners or kitchen
holders, serving a better purpose than loops
to hang by.
Don't flirt dirt from one piece of furniture
to another and call it duetiteg, but take it
up carefully ina dusting cloth and shake
it from the window.
Don't say " micky" far milk, " ridey" for
ride ; baby will understand "hand mamma
your little dress" as readily as if y ou said
"bring his laic dens to mamma.
Dont talk servants or family matters to
callers, and don't toll them the exact date
of their last call. They will bo likely to
make the interval longer the next time.
Dont't fail, in conversation, to occasion-
ally pause and givo the listener an oppor-
tunity to speak, and don't mistake polit 3
listening, prolonged, for interest in your
subject.
To Olean Marble.
To clean marble chimney -piece you should
make a strong soap ley, mixed with quick
lime, of tho consistency of milk, and lay
it on the marble for twenty-four hours,
Then wash it off, and than polish it with
fine putty -powder and olive oil. To clean
papier mache, use a soft sponge and cold
water--withoutsoap—dredge it with flour
while damp, and after leaving it thus for a
short time, wipe it off, and polish the
article with a Bilk haleakerchief, To clean
picture•fr ;mss and gilt oornicce, dissolve a
little cream of tartar in spirits of wine, .and
wet the gilding oarefully, quickly wiping it
dry again ; but lightly, so as not to rub off
the gilding.
A duok of a man generally makes a goose
of a husband,
1IBCELL9NEOUS ITEMS.
Parnell the agitator and Parnell the Arm-
agh tenant evic er are brothera and between
them public attention in being strongly call-
ed to the had features of the land question
in Ireland,
Two English idiots recently reported to
have been married on an iceberg, or some
similarly Arctic spot, are rivalled by the
Georgian pair of cheerful ditto who were
made one while standing on a gravestone,
There has been a general " kiss and make
up" among the family of Lord Chief Jus-
tice Coleridge, and now everything in that
particular world wags as merrily as if there
had never been hard thoughts and bitter
apooches,
Cremation is growing in popular favour in
the New England States, A company was
recently formed in Boston with a "capital of
$25,000, The New Ecglandera sensibly be-
lieve that what has to be done had better
be done quickly
There is a growing feeling in the United
States about the disadvantages of railroad
rule. The people are beginning to turn in
their sleep. When they get fully awake the
magnates, who have so long ruled the roost,
will be surprised.
The coffee and sugar planters of Mexico
offer a bounty of $25 a head for Chinese la-
borers. John will find it good policy to go
where he would be appreciated. There
would seem to be money -making possibili-
ties here,
Weetorn civilization does not agree with
the Egyptian obelisk set up in Central Park,
New York, and so the New Yorkers, haviog
set their wits at work, are now scraping it off
and ooating it with paraffins to prevent, it
possible, further diaintegration.
British politicans during the present crisis
are settling right down to the work of speak-
ing plain Anglo-Saxon both to and aboat
their opponents, and when they get fairly
started on that to k all that this side of the
Atlantic can teach them is not worth know-
ing
little severity of the same kind might
prove beneficial in other placed besides Chi-
cago whore a sewer -builder was recently
fined $200 for neglecting to place warning
lights at night to mark dangerous openings
in the roadway, the consequence being
that a carriage was overturned and its oc-
cupants thrown out,
U. S, Contmiasary General Mecfeely must
have a feeling heart. Perhaps, also, at one
time he has suffered the horrors of amain
sia. At any rate he now recommends that
the law provide for the enlistment of nooks
and bakers for the army as a means of pre-
serving the health and promoting the corn -
fort and efficiency of the troops.
" A fellow -feeling makes us wondrous
kind," A proposal has been mooted to
raiae a subscription in this country in behalf
of the Jlpanese editor recently fined 27
yon for neglecting to credit the clippings he
took from contemporaries. How much a
yen is we have not the remotest idea, and
frankly confess ourselves too lazy at this
moment to find out.
Dr, Dao Lewis is considered somewhat of
an authority on certain matters, and when
he says that cutting the hair short at the
back of the head induces baldness, the girls
should think twice beforebeing carried away
by the short -haired craze, which, however,
we are happy to be assured, is fast dying
out. Girls are much too inherently sensible
of what beoomea them to allow such a fact
to be other than very short-lived.
Most of the bridal couples visiting Wash-
ington lately have been from the South.
Of those from Virginia and Kentucky the
average age of the bride grooms has been
about 40, and of the brides about 25, The
Boston Transcript eloquently explains that
" after the war the young fellows of the
South were not able to double up, and now
that they see bright political prospects ahead
they are making a venture, although not
quite so young as they used to be."
When tits a.ankees really get worked up
against a rogue they generally make a thor
ough finish with hint. They have sunt Ward,
" the Young Napolean of finance," as he
was called, to Siog"Sing for ten years, and
they have likewise made up their minds to
get their hands on the million or two of stolen
wealth that he has stowed away some-
where. Canadians might very profitably
imitate their neighbors in their doings with
rascals, There would he a great change for
the better then, both in the financial, com-
mercial, social and political worlds.
In Paris it is illegal for a newsdealer
to lend out a newspaper to any one for read-
ing purposes. If it were illegal in Canada
for a subaoriber to lend his paper to his next
door neighbors, newspaper men would have
some little chancof"of growing rich. Does it
ever strike us how liberal we are with our
reading matter compared with other things
we purchase ? Nobody thinks of lending his
tea and sugar, his hat, coat, boots and
trowsers, his carriage, horses, or any other
possession in the same easy off -hand way in
which he lends his newspaper.
Berlin mourns a sad increase in the num-
ber of suicides. A little less philosophy and
a little more courage among certain classes
of Germans would be a desideratum, This
ready disposition to throw off the burden of
lifo whenever it becomes, as its owners think,
insupportable, can only be explained on tho
hypothesis either that this life is all, and a
man done with that is done with everything,
or that there is another life, and it Is a toss
up whether it may not be a groat deal bet-
ter than the present one as it can hardly be
worse.
Ono or two serious-minded Ameri-
can contemporaries have labored sad
brought forth the idea that the dignity of
the great Republic can never be complete
until she has founded a National Mausoleum,
in which shall repose the dust, or the ashes,
of her mighty dead, Our neighbors, In short,
yearn after a national counterpart of West-
minster Abbey. Ono scoffing irreconcilable
laughs at this as a fad of the Anglo -mani-
acs, saying it would certainly bo "ungrate-
ful" to bury the " Sweet Singer of Michi-
gan," and the author of " The Bloody Buc-
caneer of the Bounding Billows," in a coin -
mon everyday cemetery, where repose the
remains of baseball players, editors, ,roller
skaters, Congressmen and other ordinary
people, Of course it would, and therefore
let our friends lose no time in purging their
laud of the foul disgrace of ingratitude. At
the same time doubt may be ex reseed as
to the probability of there over being a rival
to Woatmineter Abbey,
•
Promoted,
et little form stood by my side,
The eager look I noted—
teacher when vaoatlan'a o'er,
Say, shall 1 be promoted?"
"Play, little one, you have Wenn),
The tasks would be severe,"
Thea coaxingly, "Would you not like
To tarry longer Gere?''
"It is not you I wish to leave,
You''e always good and lona,
But when nay mates aro going on
'Tie bard to stay behind."
The blue oyes tilled with sudden tears,
I stroked the ringlets shining,
But well I knew the tired feet
Would stumble In the climbing.
The weeks flew by, and once again,
In their accustomed places,
1 caw the children of my charge,
With welcome In their taco.
But one I missed ; no earthly care
May be to thee devoted ;
Thy wleh is granted, happy child.
And tliou hast been promoted.
O sad, r• pro chlul eyes of blue,
0 tears, that dimmed their shining 1.
0 tiny feat, that etruggled on,
Nor faltered in the climbing t
But One, the Teacher great and wise
Hath rightly gauged thy power,
0, may thy high and lofty place,
Through grace, et last be ours.
Death of the Yount; Wife,
C t e doctor has just told him and he has
gone into the little parlor and closed wee
door. All the room is suggestive of her wise
lies dying in the chamber above. Hor bird,
is singing in its cage at the window as men.
rily as if sorrow were unknown fn bite
world. The room is flooded with the warns
sunlight, all of life and radiance, little in
consonance with the desolate heart of the
man standing there alone. Her birds, kat,
books, her lounging chair, the touch and
design that make a home, are hers, Her
living presence seems to animate the common
things, and makes them gracious and loving
like herself. And it is only a brief twelve
month since she stood there a bride, asst
listened to her husband's proud welcome to
their home. Now she lies yonder—dying,
dying.
And he, how can he bear it? How do mare
bear in their undisciplined character the
mighty shock of such grief as thie ? -Oh, if
ho could only lean his head on his methnr's
shoulder and sob out hia sorrow. as he need
to do when a boy. But he knows of that
unwritten law which forbids a man to cry or
wear his grief on his sleeve for the dawn to
peck at. He must meet it alone, and - al
—"Know how Butane a thing it Ie'"ai=---,11 `w`
t To sutler and be strong." , t
And all the while the scalding drops off
anguish are forcing themselves to his eyes,
searing them as with a red-hot iron, while
he stands there trying to look in the face
this awful intruder, who has come an un-
bidden guest into his house.
"Sho wants you; she has sent for yea,"
says one of the household, Bobbing bitterly.;
and he goes, with vague, mechanical steps,
up the stairs to their room and into her pres-
ence.
"Hive they told you 7 "Do you know?"
she asks 'n;a whisper. "Oh, love, a e are going
to bo separated. God ie taking me from
you."
"He cannot be so cruel," he says bluntly
and unroonnciled, and he takes her into hie
arms as if to defy death to part them, The
hours wear on, the clock ticks in the death,
chamber :
"Forever --never,
Never— forever "
He does not heed it ; his eyes are fastens
ed upon that beloved face, °hanging from its
bloom and beauty into the ashen pallor which•
the shadows of the unseen forecast Present-
ly she opens her troubled eyes and fixes them -
upon his haggard face.
"Read to me, dear " she whispers faintly„
He knows what sho wishes him to read;
That is one of the beautiful Intuitive quali-
ties which made of their lives a perfect har-
monious
armonious sphere—a congenial union, rich in -
love and mutual faith, and to which there
can ba no finality of death or limitation, So
he brings her bible and turns the leaves in
search of some text of comfort, such as they
have often read together.
Bat which one? There are so manv, and
all are good. He is not compelled to decide
The blessed Book opens to the most precious
one of all, that has comforted so many home-
sick hearts, the sweetest of the heavenly:
madrigals :
"Toe Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want "
She repeated it after him.
Atin`ervals she broke forth into snatcher
of speech :
"Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death,
I will fear 110 evil."
" It is dark in the valley—dark—dark,"
he hoard her murmur.
"Oh, love, there ahall be no night there 2"
he answers brokenly, feeling how poor a com-
forter he is.
He holds her hand and she sleeps, sad.
dreams such dreams as the dying have, and,
death gens on relentlessly with his work•
Her bird breaks out into a joyful strain of
music is its cage below ; soands of life coma
into the darkened chamber ; watching frfeass
are near; soon she opens her eyes and thwre
is a bright, glad smile in them.
"It is light beyond," she says and sleeps
again.
He does notice how °old her hand hat -
grown; how still the room is, Nor does he
resist when they loosen his clasp and lead
him away telling him with tearfnl pity that
it is all over,
What is all over ? The love that has biles•
Md kis manhood with its crown of oomplet .
nese? The companionship that made heaven
and home synonymous terms 2 Are these
ended forever ?
When he sees her again she is wearing her
wedding -dress. Her soft pretty hair la ar-
ranged as she liked it best. Her oyes are
cloud and her lips unresponsive to his
kisses.
And over her bosom they crossed her horde.
"Tome away," they said "GOd understands.
--Dctroil Ieree Pre'fs,
"A California blacksmith is dangerously
ill, with glanders, contracted while shoeing
a horse." And a Pennsylvania woman Is
suffering from a sprained ankle, contracted
while °'shooing" a hen, Thorn seems to be
a fatality about thin shoeing business,