Exeter Advocate, 1901-4-11, Page 2A SINGLE STITCH.
OIXe Butolk dropped us the wonVer drove
Ilis idinble shuttle to and to.
In and out, beneath, above,
TM the pattern seemed to bud and grow
As if the fairies had helping bccr.--
One small stitch. whieh Could scarce be seen,
But the one stitch dropped pulled the neer (WW1'
And a weak place grew in the fabric stelae,
And the perfect pattern was marred for aye
BY the one kanali stitch, that had 'dropped that
day,
One small life in God's '"teat plan,
Mow Mille it seems as the ages roll,
Do what it may or strive how it ean
To alter the sweep of the infinite whole!
A single stitch in an endless web,
A drop in the ocean's flow and ebb,
But the pattern is rent where the stitch is lost
()r marred where the tang -led threads have crossed,
And each life that fails of its true intent,
Mars the perfect plan that it. Master meant.
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'41 GENTLEMEN
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It was a queer chapter of acciderats
that evertook the bark Nonesuch on the
South American coast in the year 1870.
We were bound from Philadelphia to
Pernambuco, being a well found craft
and a willing crew, and We lost a man
overboard before we had been out 24
hours. Off the Bahamas the second
-
mate and two men pulled away in the
dingey to inspect some wreckage which
seemed to prove the loss of,a steamer,
and as they were returning a snaall
whale rose under the boat and smashed
her to match wood, and then two sail-
ors were drowned. This left us three
men short, and we put in at the Wind-
svarcl islands to replace them. After
much trouble we got two men, but as
we were leaving port the captain was
bitten on the cheek and the first mate
on the hand by a flying insect some-
what resembling the so called "darning
-
THE CAPTAIN'S WIPE Ar TflE WEIBEL,
needles" to be found in the United
States. Within an hour they were suf-
fering as much as if they had been
stung by an asp.
The captain's wife was aboard, and
of course she did all in her power, but
it was three or four days before the
men could move about again, and then
only t'be mate could return to sduty.
The captain had what seemed to be a
carbuncle appear under his right eye,
and for ten days be suffered so acutely
that at times he was out of his senses.
:We should have run into Demerara had
he not begun to improve, but it would
have been better bad we done so any-
how. The two fellows we picked up at
the Windward islands proved to be
worthless sailors and bad men, and
they worked the bark an evil turn.
aQeee night as we lay_ becelmed, with the
liaptain and mate till suffering, frorn
the poisonous bites, they overpowered
and bound the second mate, provision-
ed and lowered a boat and induced four
of the original crew to embark with
them. We afterward came to know
that they had been talking a great deal
about a treasure buried on tbe Dutch
Guiana coast, from which we were dis-
tant about 75 miles. We were thus -left
with only three able hands aboard, and
the captain's wife had to take her
trick at the wheel while we headed for
Cayenne to get relief. We had crawled
along to within 30 miles off the French
penal port when the Wind headed us,
and we could do no better than drift
off to the eastward and wait for a
change.
After about 30 hours of drifting the
wind changed in our favor, and one
morning at sunrise we were making
shift to get-ou our course again when
we espied a raft with 12 inen eta it
close at band. With the naked eye one
could make out that they were clothed
in convict garb, and of course the de-
duction was that they had escaped
from the coast. There were two rude
Balls on the raft, and the clumsy struc-
ture had had a fair breeze behind her
for a day and a half. As the raft was
not easily managed, we could have
evaded it by putting up our laelin. We
were for doing tials at once', all but the
ceptain's wife. She knew they were
convicts and desperate men and that
once aboard of us we should be at'
their mercy, but she nevertheless in-
sisted that we should pick them up.
They were 50 miles all the coast, with
the signs of a storm coming on, and she
declared that it would be a cruel act.
to leave them to perish. I was of a
mind to lock her up In her stateroom
and dodge the raft, but the other two
men Aver° against me, and ten minutes
later the float was alongside and the
convictS were climbing aboard. I ot-
pected nothing less than an Immediate
attack from themefor 12 tougher look-
ing men 1 never set eyes on; but, to my
Surprise, they halted at the rail while
their leader advanced, doffed his cap,
with a scrape of his foot, end in pas.,
sable English inquired for the captain.
Ho Was told of the captain's illness
and of our being short battled, and be
bowed end scraped again and said to
the woman:
"Madam, have no fears. You prob.
ably kuew that we are escaped con-
victs from Cityealle, but ao man will
offer harm to any one aboard. We
may be robbers and murderere, but
WL' are also gentlemen in a way. There
is bad weather corning on. We have
arrived at an opportune moment.
Most of as are sailors, and all of us
are at your orders,".
When I looked into their vicious
faces, I could not help but suspect that
they had a game to play and were only
delaying it, but it was policy to take
them at their word, As soon ,as the
captain and mate heard of the arrival
of the gang tbey became ahhost panic
stricken and advised this and that, and
the wife was the only one who had tire
least confidence in the promises made.
It was well that she had and that her
advice to trust them was followed by
all of us. We could not have kept them
from coming aboard with our feeble
crew, and to have shown our distrust
afterward would have angered them.
They took hold with us at once after
being given food, and before night we
had cause to rejoice that they were
with us. We got dirty weather, which
lasted three days, and but for their aid
the Nonesuch would have become a
helpless wreck or gone to the bottom.
We had to run off to the east during
this spell, and it was only when the
weather cleared that the leader of the
convicts had a conference with the cap-
tain and •his wife and asked that his
gang be set ashore in Brazilian territo-
ry. This was promised him, and I
must say that I never worked with a
more cheerful and willing crew aboard
of any craft. Seven of the 12 bad been
convicted of murder, and all were des-
perate men, but they were as obedient
as children and as good natured as you
please. They were careful of their lan-
guage, respectful in their demeanor,
and hot once did I hear one of them
grumble or complain. We ran into the
Amazon and up that river for 40 miles
to set them ashore.In his gratitude to
them the captain gave them sailcloth
for two tents, a musket, a lot of clothes
from the slop chest and all the provi-
sions we could spare. With cooking
utensils, fishhooks and a few carpen-
ters' tools they were fairly well rigged
out for a life on the banks of the stream
for half a year to come, and at parting
there svere as much handshakings and
as many farewells as if a band of old
frimeds was breaking up. Their escape
from the colony was a desperate one
and the authorities made an exhaustive
search; but, so far as I have been able
to learn, not one of the dozen has ever
been retaken.
Not Above His Baainess.
Young Brodhead, scion of a wealthy
family, cherished journalistic ambi-
tions and, like a sensible youth, had re-
solved to begin at the beginning.
He had applied for and obtained a
position as a reporter on a daily paper
at a moderate salary, where be was
treated precisely ,like any other report-
er, shirking no assignment that came
in 'his way and putting on no airs on
account of his wealth or social stand-
ing.
He had not thought It worth while,
however, to acquaint the family serv-
ants with the nature of his daily opcu-
pations, and when a fellow reporter
came to the house one day with a mes-
sage from the city editor the flunky in
attendance at the front door took hire
around the house and brought him up
to the young man's room by a back
stairway.
"Why didn't you show Mr. Craig up
by way of the front hall?" deniancled
young Brodhead.
"I-Ie's only a reporter," whispered the
butler.
Imagine the dignified tlunky's horror
when ,his master responded in an audi-
ble voice:
"I'm only a reporter myself, you don-
key!" e –
Webater and the Tratzt.
With each increase of Webster's
fame as a lawyer and an orator, writes
Professor alcalaster in The Century,
friends and admirers grew mere and
more urgent that be should once more
return to public life. Ere did indeed
consent to serve as a presidential elect-
or and for ten days sat in the Massa-
chusetts legislature. Many years alter -
ward in the course of a speech Web-
ster referred to this service and told
his hearers a story quite characteris-
tic of the men. "It so happens,".said
he, "that all the public services which
I have rendered insthis world in my
day and generation have been connect-
ed with the general government.
think I ought to make one exception.
I was.ten days:a tbenaber of the alas-
sachuSetts legislature, and I turned my
thoughts, to -the `search for some good
object In which I could be useful' in
that position, and after much reflection
I introduced a bill which, with the gen-
eral consent of botb houses of the Mas-
sachusetts legislature, passed hate a
law and is now a law of the state
which enacts-thet no roan in the state
shall catch trout in any other manner
than in the old way, with an ordinary
hook and line."
Pickled HatIroad Tic.
Pickled railroad ties are now being
used to a great extent all over the
country. A number of railroads, in
eluding the Burlington, the Santa Ise
am] the Southern Pacifle, have plants
of their own in, which the ties are
pickled. How to preserve the ties and
add to their life and durability has
been a serious problem for railroad
operatives ever since the early days of
traneportation by rail. The constant
wear and tear of ties has necessitated
their replaCernent as soot) as tbey were
perceptibly WOI'D. A solution of chlo
ride of zinc Is applied by a specially
arranged process. The ties are put in
lerge airtight eylinclerfe the air Is
purnried out and the ties are boated by
-steam. The cheinieels are theta pump-
eid In and the ties kept in the solution
under pressure until they are sat
Ilrated.
GETTING A TOOTH PULLED WAS
NOTHING FOR HIM.
And After the Operation, Ile See)neil
Greatly Sitrarised to Piad !Mfrs.
Ilovvser and the Cat In the Hetttist,n
Office.
Copyright, 100.1, by C. B. Lewis,]
Mr. BowSer had toothache. He had
suspected it for two or three days, but
now, after eatiag dinner and sitting
down to his newspaper, be was dead
sure of it. He had gone to and fro with -
a growling at the roots of a certain old
tooth, but had shut is jaws ,and tried
to make himself believe it was only a
small gumboil, which would disappear
in an hour or two. Whan asked by his
office boy if he didn't have toothache,
he warned the lad that his freshness
would cause his discharge, 'and when
AS TEE "JUMP" STRUCX RIM IIE UTTERED
A GROAN. ,
the same question was put to him by
an old man on the street car Mr. Bow-
ser had savagely answered:
"You are an old man, sir, and I re-
spect your gray hairs, sir, but don't
presume too far on my good nature."
"But can't I ask if you have tooth-
ache?" queried the old man.
"No, sir; you can't. You caii mind
your own business."
Yes, here it was at last—a full jewel-
ed, swell front, rubber tired case of
toothache, and all the peppermint es-
sence, cloves, cinnamon oil and other
remedies he had used on the sly and all
the white lies he had told Mrs. Bowser
for three clays had been in vain. As
the "jump" suddenly struck hina he ut-
tered a groan and clapped his hand to
his jaw, and the family cat walked
over and sat cloevu in. front of him and
looked her sympathy. „
"What's the matter with you?" que-
ried Sirs. Bowser as she looked up
from her book.
"N -nothing," he replied: hoping that
no other jump would follow and that
he could make a sneak for the pepper
sauce later on.
"I didn't know but that you had the
toothache," she carelessly observed.
"If you had, I was going to ask you
why you didn't have it pulled out." -
"I think I am old enough and big
enough to know what to do When I
have the toothache or any other ache.
What in thunder is that old cat looking
at? I've had enough of her around
this house." `
Mrs. Bowser knew that act No. 2
was coming, and she had no more to
^
was Secretly determined to die first
Ile saeaked into the parlor and tried
"laying on or hands" on his Jaw, but
it was ha go. Re went and sat down on
the stairs and tried Chaistiall Science,
but tile sinful tooth got In au extra
jump or him. Ile prayed softly to
himself, and he cursed in louder tones
and kicked at his ,own feet, but there
was no panecem By and by he wan-
dered into the sitting room and re-
marked that be guessed he'd go to bed
and catch up his sleep, Mrs. Bowser
noticed lame he suffered as she newel-
esced, but she didn't express a word of
pity. ).911c had had eight or ten teeth
tilled or extracted, and on each and
every occasion Mr. Bowser had ridi-
culed her lamentations and made sport
of her tears. Only a month previously,
when she bad had stile toothache for
live minutes, he had heartlessly offered
to pull it with a pair of fire tongs and
hall wanted to kill the nerve with a
redhot poker.
There was but little sleep for Mr.
Bowser that night. He wanted to Isicls•
and groau and curse, but he thought of
forceps. He wanted Mrs. Bowser to
get up and apply hot hops, hot salt,
vinegar, mustard or something else,
but the dentist seemed to be looking
at him with a cold, cruel glare. When
morning came, be had a lump on his
jaw, the fires of desperation in his
eyes and a scared feeling clear down
to his toes. He couldn't eat a mouthful
of breakfast, and he said nothing of
going to the office. Mrs. Bowser sat
down with a good, appetite and took
ten minutes longer than usual to satis-
fy it, and when she rose up she said:
"You have got the toothache, and 'we
will go to the dentist."
"It's g-goile!" he whispered in reply
as he pointed to his jaw.
"We are going," she curtle continued,
and she put his hat en his head and
his overcoat on his back.
He hung on to the halltree and the
door, but she made ready, and he had
lo follow. Unseen by either, the cat
followed at their heels, and after a
walk of two blocks they arrived at the
dentist's. Mr. Bowser would have run
away, but Mrs. Bowser took his hand
and led him up the walk and into the
house. The dentist was at home, and
there was an inexorable look on his
face. One glance at it satisfied Mr.
Bowser that he could expect no mercy,
but he stammered out:
"I—I was just fooling! I haven't got
any toothache."
"Get into the chair!" commanded the
dentist, with a murderous look in his
eyes.
"It must come'outl" said Mrs. BOW -
ser as unfeelingly as if referring to a
peg in a board.
Mr. Bowser uttered a groan a'yard
long and feebly climbed into the oper-
ating chair.
"Open your mouth and bite on this
rubber I"
"It's gone—allgone!"
"No wonder your tooth aches. Here's
a hole big enough for a rabbit to hide
Mr. Bowser looked at Mrs. Bowser
and tried to make her understand that
he wanted the cavity filled with soft
filling—bread crabs or cotton or
something extraesoft—but she simply
said ,to the dentlsk:
"Pull it out!"
"Oh, I'll yank it quick enough!" re-
plied the mao of the ferceps, and he
MR. 130WSER FELT THE EARTH HEAVE UP.
say. Mr. Bowser started to whistle
aucl got up and walked into the hall,
hut as soot as out of her sight he kick-
ed hitnself and bold his jaw. When be
returned, he casually remarked that
Aguinaldo hadn't been captured yet
and that it was mighty singular weath-
er for that time of year. He was do-
ing his best, even to smiling at the cat,
to make himself believe that old tooth
hadn't a hollow in it big" enough to
tuck away a field bean when the jump
bit him again. 13p went his hands,
and up went his feet, and be groaned
out a sort of death cry. n'he cat
chuckled, and Mrs. Bowser exclaimed:
"What on earth is the matter with
you tonight? You act as if you had
the colic."
"It's—it's juet a slight attack of
toothache," he replied, with a ghastly
smile; "got my big toe damp the other
rainy day, I guess. It won't amount
Id a row of pins, however." e
"If it does, you'll go to the dentist's
fn the morning of course?"
'Of course. You don't suppose I'm
the sort of' man to suffer around with
tho toothache for Six or seven years,
do you?"
• Mr–Dowser's voice had no weight in
it, and his face was pale, but he had
made up his mind to 1)Iuff the tooth-
ache and Airs. Bowser in addition,
The idea of ,rolir, to the dentist work-
ed an ice cold streak up and down his
SPIRO and made his toes cracic, and he
mane a pass, grabbed on to something,
and Mr. Bowser felt the earth heave up
and the heavens to take a drop. There
were tears in his eyes as be handed out
his dollar and took the tooth as a sou-
venir, but he had reached the sidewalk
before he was elated and exultant. He
was also ready to give airs. Bowser a
setback, and when she asked bow he
felt he turned on her with all dignity
and replied:
"What! Are you and the blamed old
cat here? Where've you been? I had
a tiny toothache, and as 1 didn't want
It bothering, around I had it pulled.
Easiest thing in the world. 1 rather
like it. If it had been you, now— But
that's the difference between a man
and a woman!" M. QUAD.
No Vendable Ideas.
"Dear," said the elect's wife, noticing
his abstracted look, "you are worried
about something."
"Yes?" he ejaculated.
"Tell me, what have you on your
mind?"
"Nothing. That's whet worries me."
Wily Will They Adt So?
First Theater Patron—What a robust
and magnificent amazon she makes!
Second Theater Patron (who knows
her) --Yes, but she's breaking her heart
because they ,won't let her play little
,boy paris.
A FAREWELL TO YESTERDAY,
Where is the road to Yesterday?
Oh, toll in prase or 111Y/ne,
For 1 WO. "Id traee /nY kaekward ITV
To that enchanting Misnel
•Wlio knows the road to Yesterday?
. is every seeker hlind?
Sar, does it oast no .single ray ,
To pilot those behind?
Oh, there's a road that leads our feet •
To hours more glad and bright-,
A road so short, a joy complete,
A journey of a night!
Come, bid farewell to:Yesterday,
For in Tomorrow's face
The happiest days now flown away
Shine witha sweeter grac,,,
Lite Was so fresii and good and true
And friends so kind and fair,
Why should a day so bright and new
Alt fade away in air?
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TIIE LITTLE
NUGGET
GOLD ..
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• A Tale of the Austra,lia,n Gold 0
; Diggings. 4
John Archer decided that the nug-
get would be safer in his little daugh-
ter's keeping than in his own.
"You must take great care of it, dar-
ling," said John Archer. "It is for
your mother." And Effie stowed the
little nugget away in a corner of the
old -workbox which had been her moth-
er's under the cotton and socks she
was darning for her -father. She felt
duly weighted with the responsibility.
She knew that this yellow earth was
of great value, for her father, leaving
her mother, who was very delicate,
with some friends in Brisbane, had
come a long, weary way to find it.
Having hidden the little nugget
away, Effie came out of the but to look
around and see if any one was near
who might have seen her. No. No
one was near who might have seen her,
only Billy, the black—King Billy, the
aboriginal monarch, who loved rum
and tobacco and who was chopping
some firewood for her. a
This little girl's reason for trusting
King Billy, the black, was somewhat
strange and is worthy of being re-
corded. She trusted him because she
had been kind to him.
But Effie was only 12.
As the child stood in the broad light,
her tumbled hay hued hair kissed and
illumined by the bold rays of the sun
and her round, trustful blue eyes shad-
ed from the glare by -1170 little brown
hands, watching King Billy at his
work, a flock. of laughing jackasses
alighted in a 'neighboring gum tree
and set up a demoniac cachinnation.
What made the ill ometeci birds so
madly merry? What was the joke?
EfEe's trust? Billy's gratitude? They
failed to explain, but their amusement
was huge and sardonic.
"Drive them away, Billy," cried Ef-
fie, and the obedient king dropped his
ax and threw a faggot of wood at the
tree, which stopped the laughter and
dispersed the merrymakers.,
"Billy tired now," said the black
grinning. "Too much work --plenty
wood," and he pointed to the result
of his labor. -
"les, that svill be enough, thank
you. You're a good boy. I'll give you
some tobacco."
"Billy's thirsty."
"Then' you shall have some tea,"
"No tea. Rum."
"No, Billy. Rum isn't good for you."
"GOod for miners; good for Billy." "
"No, it's not good for miners," said
Effie emphatically. "It makes them
fight and say wicked things."
"Makes black fellow feel good," de-
clared Billy rolling his dusky eyes.
This last argument was effective.
Effie went into her hut—her father had
returned to his. work—and poured a
little spirits from John Archer's flask
into a panaikin. Billy drank the
spirits with rolling eyes, smacked hia
lips and then !ay 'down in the shadow
of the hut to sleep.
The long afternoon passed very slow-
ly for Effie. Her few trifling duties
as housekeeper were Soon done. The
little hut was tidied and the simple
evening meal prepared and some hours
must pass before her father returned.
How could she pass the time? She
had only two books—a Bible and a
volume of stories for little girls. which
she had won as .a. prize at school in
Brisbane. But she was too young to
appreciate the first, especially as the
type was very small and it was difficult
reading, and she bad grown beyond
appreciating the stories for little girls,
having known them by heart three'
years before. She vecauld like to have
slept. Ev.erything around ber suggest-
ed and invited the siesta—the steady
heat, the brightness of the light with-
out the but, the distant murmur of
miners' voices which came from be-
yond yonder belt of wattle gums, the
Imonotonous hum of the locusts In the
, forest, the occasional fretful cry of a
!strange bird and the regular snores of
the fallen king, who slumbered in the
shade of the hut. Even the buzz of the
anneying flies assisted the general ef-
fect and brought drowsiness.
To remain still for a few minutest
wenid have meant Inevitably falling
asleep. Effie felt this and remembered
the little gold nugget. If she slept,
8011Ie thief might come and take it. And
so she put on her hat end, forsaking
the seductive cool and shade of the hut,
wept out. into the bright Dees rand heat.
Archer's hut stood on the edge of the
valley, over against the foot of the
blue, heavily timbered bills. Aboiit 50
yards distant from It, bidden among
the trees, was a high moss grown rock,
itt the base of wide]) Effie had discover-
ed the smallest and sweetest of natural
springs. Thither' the child ran—looking
hack often to see that no one approach,
ed the hut in her absence—to bathe her
face. In a few minutes She returned,
drying her face in her apron awl shale,
Eng her wet hair in the sun. No one
bate come, but King Billy was now
awake and was slouching lazily off to,
ward the bush. Effie laughed as she
saw him, his great head bent forward
and his thin, narrow shoulders bowetU
She laughed to think of his lazinessi
and that be should look so ,tIred after)
such a very little wood chopping.
She was still laughing at King Billy
as she opened the old workbox t� take
another peep at the yellow treasure
and to make quite sure tbat the beat
hadn't melted it away. And it wae
quite slowly thatlthe laugh died from
hey pretty eyes and mouth—quite slow,
ly because of the moments it took to
realize and accept a misfortune $o ter,1
rible—when she lifted the coarse socks
and looked and ealy no little gold nug-
get, saw nothing. Then horror arid
great fear grew in the blue eyes, and
pale agony crept over the childish face
'and made it old, and the poor little'
heart seemed to stop beating.
Effie said nothing and made no cry.,
telt she closed her eyes tightly for a
moment and looked in the box again.
No, it slits no illusion. The little nug-
get was not there. The first gold her
father had found, which had been in-
trusted to her care, which was to have
been taken to her mother—it was gone,
She put dolvra the box quite quietly
and walked out into the day. But the
sun was shining very strangely, rind
mistily now, and tbe blue sky liat3
grown black, and the trees seemed t
more weirdly. and the locusts bad
ceased humming from ' fear, but the
strange bird was soniewhere near,
shrieking brokenly: "What- will father,
say? What'w ill "father say?"
But as the child stood there despair-
ing- her sight grew clearer, and she!,
saw a black figure among the trees,)
and she was conscious of a pair ef
dusky eyes watching her through the
leaves. Then only sbe. remembered,
and she kuew who had done this cruel
thing. King Billy! And she bad been
kind to him. Effie suddenly burst itito,
passionate sobbing,. The black figure,
still hovered among the trees, often
changing its position, and the dusky,
eyes still peered through the leaves.'
And the laughing jackasses flew down -
to the old tree again and laughed more
madly than before—laughed at Effie'a
trust, at Billy's gratitude!
* * * *
It was 10 o'clock, and darkness anti,
quiet reigned in John Archer's huti
Over among the tents behind the watt
tIe gffins a few gamblers and heavy,
drinkers were 'still awake, and theii!
voices, raised in anger or ribald mer,
riment, might occasionally have been
faintly beard from the hut. But Arch-;
er, who had sown his wild oats, was,
a true worker, and he had hie little
daughter, for whose sake -tie -shad builtt
the hut away from the noisy camp.
Archer had come home late anc3,
weary, as usual, had eaten his supperand gone to rest without, to Effie's in.
tense relief, speaking of the little gold,
nugget. The child was afraid to speal4
a the foss, and she was not without
vague hopes that a beneficent Proval
dence would restore the nugget during
the darkness and save hee from this'
great trouble. *
For this she prayed very earnestly,
before she lay down to sleep. Or did
she sleep at all that night? She uever
quite Iciaew. -But she thinks that it,
was then that she first experienced,
that terrible purgatorial condition,
which is neither wakefulness nor!,
sleep when the body arid mind are,
Nveary enough to bring the profound!
sleep which they require, but which
the brain is too overladen and too,
cruelly active to allow, when dreams'
seem realities and realities dreams.'
It must have been a dream when she
saw sometbing'sraall and yellow float
through the tiny, window on, the glfost-
ly silver moonbeams. Andyet when,
having closed her eyes, she opened
them a:geld it was Still there, hovering
about in the darkness, less bright now!
and with a pale yellow halo. -But it
faded quite away. 'It was a cruets,
mocking dream.
Then was it a dream when the old
curtain which divided her corner of
the hut from her father's moved near,
the ground, bulged slightly toward
her? It would be curious to see, and
she lay still. From under the curtein!
seemed' to come a thin arin and slow -ii
ly, cautiously, after the arm a beadi
with a great shock of hair. And the, ill
moonbeams just touched a face. 11
thiuls they kissed It, though it was!,
black, for they found in a black hand!,
the little yellow object which had)
floated in the first dream.
It was all so real, so beautiful, that
the child lay still, scarce daring to
breathe lest the Vision should melt risee.`•
elve, and when in ber dream came
the voice of her father with the words,
"Speak, Or I'll fire!" her lips refused fa •
open.
But It was no dream when the shot
came and the black king rolled over
oil the earth dead, with the little gold,
nugget be had come to restore pressed
In the death agony against his hearts
where, too, was a little gold.
And the laughing birds in the old
tree, startled from their sleep by the
shot, lau,gbed once more, wildly and
madly, at Billy's honesty.
HtutleY's Ideal Church.
The following" is Professor Huxley's'
definition of a church given in hia
"Life and Letters:" "A place in which,
week by week, services shotald be de.
-voted, riot to the Iteration of abstract
propositions in theology, but to the set-
ting before men's minds of an ideal of
true, just and pure living; a place in
which those who are weary of the bur-!,
den of daily cares should find a ma -
talent's rest in the contemplation of the
higher life which Is possible for ali,!
though attained by so few; a place ill,
which tile Mall of strife and business,
should have time to think bow $111811P
after all, are the rewards he covets
compared with peace and charitYs"