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Exeter Times, 1898-11-10, Page 7itoczo.wv4k5ries:ztrio: LOVE AN1 WA the re-• A nTORY OF SLAVERY DAYS. By MARY J. HOLES. PeCj\SCAli%CalY4Pitt::011:0'at.F4t..`e To Rose it was some consolation that eyeepg, ehe bent over Apnie Tont wets captain of his company, and Bald; I that hin soldier$ were te,ken from the "I ara sorryrm always doing flIK3SL: faalliliOS in Beaton. This wee tornething fooltsb, You are faint ; , ter than if he had gone as a ehan't I tell the servant to bring, you etvatenanharli of oourse he would not some water ? She's in the kitclaen, I do. He was too proud for that, and Supppse," and ere Annie coul1 ex- slee coulct never bane forgiven hira the plain, Itose had, darted into the neat disgrace, Still, viewed in any light, lb tie kitchen wbere Widow Similes xt was very sad, for Tom had been to as stooping over the stove and kind Rose more lilm a father than a bra- Mg a fir% with winch to make the the He was the prine, the head of evening tea. . the Cerleton family, upon whom her- nCeiel, girl, Mrs. Graham wants some relf and. mother nad leaned, the one water. Eftery and bring it quick since the dey of her widowhood, and will you.?" the other since she could reixiember. Rose called out a little peremptor- He it was NNIM bad petted. and caressed, ily, for there was something rather and and spoilt her up to the very houi when, at the altar, he had gneen her away to Will. Ile it was, toe, n,ho had betel t be arbiter!of all the childish dif- leen:aces whieh had arisen between ber- self and Jimmie, Leasing, nattelity Jun - rale, wandering now no one knew where, if indeed he were alive. And. at the thought of amnia, with his saucy eyes and handsome face, leer tears flowed afresh. What if he were one it. Any way he acts like the liviing and should join the army, like girl that used to order mother out Tom? It would be more than she doors so I'll venture upon that naran" coulil bear, and for a long tune after i "Bridget, Bridget!" and this time her husband left her, Rose sat weep- , the voice was decidedly authoritative 'hag over the picture she drew of both , in its tone, but what more Rose raight 'her brothers slain on some Moeda' ; have added was out short by the widow, Nttlitenlintdd The shadow of war was who dropped the griddle with a bang, beginning- to enfold. her, and brought and turning sharply round, replied: with it a new and strange sympathy ; ! "There's no Bridget here, and if Lor those who, like herself, had broth- , ' it's me you mean I am -Mrs. Joseph s . ers in the army. . • !Simmer ' . Again remembering Annie Graham, I Roan had good reason for rememla- she sprang up, exclaiming to herself. ' cling Mrs. Simms, and coloring crime "I'll go this very afternoon. She'll ' son, she tried to apologize: be so glad to know what Tom thinks r .'I beg your pardon; I did not see of George!" and ere long RASO was your face. I supposed everybody kept' 'nuking her way daintly through the a girl; and your back looked like--" harrow street which ,led to the cot- i "Don't make the matter any worse,' tage in the Hollow. It was superior -interrupted the , widow, smiling in to Most of the &evenings- upon that spite of herself at Rose's attempt to street, and Rose was struck at once excuse her blunder. "You thought with the air of neatness and. thrift an-- from rny dress that I was a bared girl, parent in everything around it, from and so I was in my younger days, and the nicely painted fence to the little I don't feel none the wus for it net - garden with its plats of flowers just then Miss Graham's faint, is she? budding into neauty. She's had. time to get over it, I think. . "They have scan. better days, I am Here's the water," and filling a gourd sure, or else Mrs. Graham's social shell she handed it to Rose, who, in position was above her husband's," her aiimiratnen of the, to .her, novel was Rose's mental comment, as she drinking 'cup, came near forgetting lifted the gate latch and passed UP ' Annie. eenthe nanrow walk, catcbing a glimpse, But Annie did not care, for the ren - through the open window, of a sweet, counter between the widow and Rose pale fee% and ef a thick stout figure, had done her quite as much good as flying through the opposite door, as the water could, and Rose found her if anxious to avoid being seen. laughing thenirst really hearty laugh Poor Annie had been very sick, and she had enjoyed since George went more than once the physician who at- away, tended her had suggested sending for i "It's just like me," Rose said, as she her husband, but Annie, though raise- resumed her seat by Annie, listening Intently while ehe told how kind the Widow Simms had been, coming every day to stay .with her, and only leav- ing her at night because Annie insist - suggestive of defiance in the equine, straight back which never moved a partiele anssver to the, outmanned. "Deaf or heteful;" was Rose's mental come:exit, arid as it might linssibly be the farmer, she wished she knew the girl's name; ast that would be more apt to attract hee. Most every Irish girl is Bridget," she thougbt to her self, and guess this mg him sadly, and longing for him mere than any one could guess, al- ___reenne--nonnensed it, begging of Widow Siratas, who of her own accord went to : ourse hex-, not to . write anything which would. alarm him in the least. ,, was Rose's SO. George, ever hopeful, ever looking I like Mrs' Simms! " vehement exclamation, and I am on the sunny side,. thought of his blue- glad Tom. (raid what be did about Isaac, eyed •wife as a little bit sick, and nen- who used to saw our wood. I did not vous it might be, but not dangerous at tell you, did I? And there's something all, and wrote to her kind, loving, real nice about your husband, too. 1 cheering letters, which did much to mean to call her in while 1 read it enereeep her courage from dying within and Rose ran out to tbe wood -shed, her. Annie was better now,—was where the widow was now splitting a neat in that state of convalescence pine board for kindling, the newspaper when she. found it very herd to lie she at first had used having burned all day long, watching Widow Simtas entirely Ott. as, she bustled out and in, settlg the Rose's manner and voice were ver chairs in a row with their six baoks y conciliatory as she said: sgintre against the wall, and their six "Please Mrs. Simms, come in and fronts opposite the table, stand and listen while I read what brother Tom bureau, also in a row. She was just has written about Mr. Graham and Willing some one would come, when your Isaac,—something perfectly splen - the swinging of the gate and the widow's exclamation "Oh, the land, if dill' Tom has volunteered and gone to Washington, you know." that stuck up thing Bann: comin" " an It was strange how those few words nuanced the approach of Rosa Mather. changed the wido-tv's opinion of Rose. "I'll make myself missina for mercy The fact that Thomas Carleton, whom ed that ehe should: knowsId 't ant ha o of the your secession stuff. It fairly mRockland people fancied was a akes Secessionist, had joined the Federal my blood. bus!' was the widow's next army, did naneh toward effecting this comment, and gathering up her knit -l change, but not so much as tbd fact ting he hurried into the kitchete that he had actnally noticed her boy, lectving Annie to receive her visite:a* and spoken of him in a letter. alone. Miss Mather ain't so bad after all," Not waiting for her knock to be., she thought, and striking her axe into answered, Rose entered at the open ; th Iog he N Se o e door, and advanced at once. unto the , • t, sit - xoom where Annie was, her fair hair " ang-roomlistening; eagerly while she pushed back from her forehead, hex; 16e. ad the few sentences pertaining to, blue eyes usually brilliant, and her , f Terns and Isaac. They were as n .fece scarcely Jess white than o1 the pol- , OW on whieh it ly.a, 'By the way, Will, t find there's a • Rose had an eye for the beautiful, company here from Rocklcuid. Fine ancl after the first words of greeting aPPearbag fellows, too, most of them were over, she broke out in her ina- are, and under good discipline. 1 am i)diside way— especially pleased with the second „ "Why, Mrs. Graham, bow handsome* lieutenant. He's e rnagnifieent look - you are looking I just like the apple hag man, and altracts attention wliere- blossoms1. wish your husband could ever he goes." see you, now. I'm sure he woulclan • "That's George, you know," and seek there another hour. I tbink it's Rose, quite cts much pleased as Annie cruel in hint dont you?" hereelf, nodded toward the latter whose , ' The tears carae at once to Annie's Pale cheek fluehed with pride at bear- ' eyen and her veleta was very low an ing her husband thus spoken of by she replied; c Pose 1VIather's brother. "George does not know how sick 1 "Yes but Isaac," interrupted the • • have been, neither do I wish to have widow.'Where abouts does he come "Oh, pretty soon I'll get" to him. heavier to hear,and I try to care more for Inc comfor. than my own."' 'There's more about George yet," ans- wered Rose, as she resumed her react - This wee a phase of unselfishness wholly new to Rose and for en instant 'mg - "1 had the pleasure of talking with he was silent, inch remembering him yeeterday, and feund him very in- ' 'Tom's letter, she seated herself upon' telligent and sensible. If we had . aerele net batmen took the letter from , sure and speed He ha,s abouti him the foot of the bed, and throwing her pocket, telling .Annie as she did Y. great deal of fun and humor, which thet ehe • too was now interested a . . in the war, add m every one whose far, re keeping up e spirits of hie company, 'and some of the poor friends had gone. „ s fellows need ' sadly. There's a "I never knew how it felt- before, young boy in the ranks, 'sane Siratine ehe &del ; "and. I've made a heap of who interests me goeatty,e, hilly speeches, knew, Don't you re- ignen fo and the widow drew a menlber that time 'in the Rail, when long sigh as. Rose eontieued: talked about your husband being shot?! "1. wonder he was ever suffered to n am sorry, but I do think he more come, ho seems se young, se geneote likely to be piekea off tban Tom, sell& and eo gentle, Still 'he does a great 18 not iiearly as tall. Yost are fairit, den of good, vette Gu,ehem tens me, en 1. e euccese would be ain't you ?" 'she added, as she saw how' by 'visiting the sick end eliaxing with deallne Pale Annie grew, while the them any delicacy he happens to have, drops of perspiration stood thickly Re's tether homesick, imagine, foe about her lipS, 1vhen I asked him If he had a mother, asenele,ton, eimpleton I" muttered his ehin qu.ivered, a.raoment, and Widow ainems, lietening • through the ',saw the teens standing it hie eyes. keyhole in the leitchen, while Annie Poor boy, r can't account for the ine whispered ; , terest T feel in him. Heaven grant IPleaent telk that way, Mrs. that if we come to open fight he may Mather. T know George is vet y not fall a victim." , bee uniese God \(i1 1. it othetwise, the "Yen yea, my boy, my darling boy, ' bonel s will pass Win by as well tre and burying her faze it: her batrl til here." na,nels, th e widow sedabed • aloud, Rose saw she' heti done iniechie,f "I thank 3'011 3/LiSS Mather for again, by her tbesughLIPSH WAY Of l'eading hat," she said ''and sle• and eager `to repair the Umiak your brothel' for writ- 03 v . ,..,..„ 7..- ,,,,.....g .c e? :"....e• ..",. -"- .....;,..4.....,C... ,.,.,, , 1 ,....r.,,I1—..-1 1 1=4'1 M 0 jj EXETER TIMES 4**. • ' 7 v•T t endoeSnendin jL 6 q , ‘,8'113-971;(-4-241•' •&:," ,ae \ THE RIOTS IN THE PARIS STREETS. ing it. Tell nim so will you. Tell him r m, nothing but a ems% sour -grained, anappish old woman, but I have a mother's heart, and I bless him for Speaking so kindly of my boy." Bee's tears fefl. fast as she folded Up the letter, and Annie's kept wan- eany with them. There was a bond of sympathy now between the, 'three, as they talked together of the soldiers, Mrs. Shwas and Annie devising var- ious methods by whieh they might be benefited, and Rose wishing she, too, could do sometbing for them. 1; ,Butl. Zcrest,n '01?d" a snbAosdayina, ndyeerepaeli rgi no ogd- in all my life,—only bothered tbera,' and Rose sighed as she thought how useless andaimless was her present Xnid of life. " You'll learn by and by," said the widow, in a tone unesually soft for her; then as if the sock she held in ehoenrtilnaupea had, c saunggyeosutekd.nittld idea, she Rose shook her heaa "Nor your mother, neither ?" Again Rose shook her head, feeling ageuoioteroapsinishut ammeedthat nhe should lack this "Well," the widow went on, '"taint much use to learn now. 'Twould take a- Year to git one stocking done, but if when winter comes, that brother. of yours wants socks and mittens, or the like of that, tell him knit em for "Ole, you are so kind!" cried. Rose, thinking to herself, bow she'd send Widow Simms some pineapple preserves such as she had with dessert that day. They grew .1,o liking •eacla other very fast after this, and Rose staid until the little round table was arranged for tea and rolled to Annie's bedside. There was no plate for Rose, the widow having deemed it preposterous that she should stay, but the table looked so cosy, with its tiny black teapot, and its nicely buttered toast, that Rose xeiritdddnot., however, escape Annie's ob- vttticiedseebetiteeelefpretty o, n with such patronizing way, that the widow fail - servation, but she could not feel angry witlfethe little laddyestcoeuneshioinngit implied. 0. hennaed knife as if she werlieera'bfrted- °„f nnd looking round in questeof 04nwe slanati: hSahde. failed foinedp,kfioors Whetted- -the tetble as superfluous articles, whieh ansenned no earthly purpose,'" save the 230,intkeed.411: manotebxetrr.a four cents into the pocket of the washerwoman, Harry It eves growing late, and the sunset shedosms were already creeping into the esOiWn when Rose bade Annie good- bye, promising to come again and wondering as she took her homeward way, whenee came the calm, quiet peace which mede Annie Graham so happy, even though her husband were far away in the midst of danger and death. tinn, and so were many othefs whom Rose hid heard that Annie was a Chris- tian, and so were many others whom eb knew, but .1) e much like hersele—good, well-meaning, people. amiable, and submissive. when every- tbirig went to suit them, but let their be ba els once join the army and they would make quite as much fuss as she, who did not profess to be anything. And then, for the, first time in her life, Rose wished she, too, could learn from Annie's teacher, and so have something to sustain her in case her husband should go. But he wouldn't go,—and if he did, all the religion in the world °Quid not make her resigned, —and the team sprang to Rose's eyes as she hurried up the laandsovie walk to the piazza, where WM sat sleeking his cigar be the hazy twilight. She told him. where she had been, and then sitting upon lus knee told lune cif An- nie, wishing she could be like ber, and asking if he did not wish so too. ' Will innde no direct reply. His thoughts were evidently eleewhere, ared 'lifter a fen, Minutes he said, hesita- tingly: , " Wank]. it break my darling's heart if I should join Tom at Washington ?" There, was a cry of, horror, end Rose bid her face in bee husband's boscen. "Oh, Will, you shan't; you can't, you mustn't and won't! Idid- sin know ye. ever tboaght, of such a erect thing. Don't you love me any morel I'll try to do better, I certain- ly will!" and Rose ne.etled denser to hira holding his hands just es Annie Graiam heel once held her husband's. "You could tot be media • better, neither could nnove you More then do now, Roses darling,' Mr. Mather re- plied, kissing her childish brow. "But, Rose, • be reasonable once, and Henan While 1 tell you how, ever since the fell of Suneterei have thought the time would come, when I should be needed, resolving too, ,that when it came, it should net find bee a trealend Sardanct- palusl" , The sudderi liftiug tie Rose's head, and her lonle of perplexed inginry, sliceved that notwithstanding the fan- eiful ornament, styled a Diploma lyirig her writing -desk, Sardanapithis had not the bower of being nutabeted ante ong her acqualintances. But her heart was too full to ask an ex -planation, and her husband continued: "Besides that, there was a rautual understanding between Tom and my- self, that if one went; the other would, and he bas gone,—nobly laving aside , all the party prejudice which for a time influenced his conduet. Our country needs more men." " Yes, ten" gasped Rose; "but.rnore have gone. There's scarcely a boy left in town, and it's just so everywhere." Mr. Mathet smiled as he replied: "I know the boys havengone --boys whose fainnbeardless feces shoUld put to shame, a strong, full-grown man like me. And another class, too, have gone, our laboring yoeng x•nen, leav- ing behind them poverty and little helpless children, evnereent have noth- ing of that kind for an excuse." "Oh, I wish 1 had a dozen children, if that would keep you!" ci•ied Rose, the insane idea flashing upon her that she Would -at once adopt a score or more of those she had seen playing in the muddy Hollow that afternoon: Mr. Mather smiled, and continued: "Suppose you try and accustom your- self to the idea of living a -while with- out .me. 1 shall not the until my ap- pointed time, and shall undoubtedly corae back again. Don't you see?" No, Rom didn't. Her heart was too full of pain to Inc how going to war was just as sure a method, of prolong- ing, one's life as sta.ying at home; and the sobbed passionately, one moment accusing her busband of not loving her as be used to and the next -beg- ging of him to abandon his wild pro- ject. • Mr. Mather was a man of firm de- cision, and long before he broached, nhe subject to his wife, his mind had. been made up that his country called for him,—not for isomebody else—but for him personally; that if the rebellion , were to be crushed out, men of wealth and influence must help to crush it, not alone by remaining at home and urging others on, though this were an important part, nut by actually join- ing in the combat, and by their pre- ! sence cheering and inspiring others, . I And Mr. Mather NeAS going, too.,—had in fact, already made arrangements to that effect, and neither the tears nor : entreaties of his young wife could , avail to change bis purpose. Bit he did not tell her so that night; he ' would rattlss. come to it gradually, take , ing a different course from that which ' I George Graham had pursued, for where , George had left the decision wholly , to his wife, Mr. 1VIather had taken it] ' wholly upon birriself making it first ' ' and telling Rose afterwards. It was better .so, he thought, and. having seid Iall to her that he wished to stip on that occasion, he tried to divert her mind another channel. But Rose was no o diverted., It bed come upon her like a thunderbolt --the thing she • so much dreaded, --and she wept bit- ; testy, seeing in the, future, which only I a few hours before looked so bright, 1 and joyous, nothing but impenetrable gloom, for she could read her husbeind tolerably wen, and she intuitively felt {Ion she had lost him,—that he was go- ing from her, never to come back, she knew. She simnel be a widow before she Nva.e nineteen, and the host of sum- , " naer dresses she meant to buy when she went s Boston, , g • widow's sombetdweeda as Rose saw her- self arrayed in the habiliments of ' mourning. What a fright she looked • to herself .in tbe widow's cap, with ' which her vivid imaginatioia disfigur- ed her cbeetnnt hair, and she shud- dered afresh as she thought, how hide- ous she was in bletek. To Be, Continued. A CIJRIOUS CriST0111. In a village near Frauenburg, Ger- many, there has been a (Mr/CMS 311,0- Oession in office since the beginning of the century. The sehoolmaster there, as is common in Germany, is at the same time organist and sexton of the village chureb, For four generations up to 1805 the office has been held by the son-in-law of the previous holder Then a married stranger wan appoint- ed, but be lost his wife nnd has just married the widowed daughter of his predecessor, thus earrying out the vil- lage trndition in the fifth generation, Some men avoid a disagreeable task by persuading themselves that its as- compliehment is an impossibility. Deyou think she really loved him)) She Ought to be grateful to him at least. Since she won her breach of protaise suit she has been the most popular young woman in town, I getter Iira willin* to go, said the farmer, when they told him 1118 hours would be but few, itt le jue't cleenge from havini my 110SO to the greeds( one to lievirn it tie ahe toMbetone. # * About the House. i************••.*#*###*#•* • frock 01,1,YHOCIIKS. Tbese spinsters robed in dainty They rise beyond the fouttain rocks, So stately, prim, and tall; ' Their hue the. very rainbow mocks— These quaint, old-fashioned hollyhocks Against my garden wall. Their orinason e'en the rose defies; Their pink is like the morning lailialkie yet the sun is tow; And if we imam away our eyes ThInYditliri°1411 nasotwleitthustilgeoir. witcheries Too eoarse to cull for a bouquet, And lacking fragrance, yet do they Compel us still to see; And 0..$ the breezes make them sway, What ribboned maidens are so gay In dance upon the lea? And, mark, against the mountain'e And wbhitteen, I look the garden tlareugb. The moon upon them briebt. I know not how it is with you. But a,s for me it is a true And exquisite delight. The hands that set these posies here Are turned to dust this many a yes e• So soon our eleaxest dial 0 Memory, in this nether sphere, What art thou but a constant tear That rises to Love's eye! SAID OF FLOWERS. "For the last two or three days I have fou.nd scattered stalks of the car- dinal flower, the gorgeous scariest of whieh it is a joy even to remember. The world•is raade brighter. and sunnier by flowers of such a hue. Even per- fume, which otherwise is the soul and spirit 01 a flower, may be spared when it arrays itself in this scarlet glory. It is a flower of thought and feeling, too; it seems to have its roots deep down in the. beans orthose who gaze at it. Other bright flowers sometimes impress me as Wanting sentiment, but not so with this,"--Ilawthorne "Beside a ditch in the field beyond we find the great blu,e lobelia and near it, amid the weeds and wild grasses and purple asters the most beautiful of our flowers, the fringed gentian, lansat a rare and delicate, almoet aristocratic, look the gentian has among its coarse, unkempt surroundings! It does not lure the bee, but it lures and holds every passing human eye."—Butisoughs. "The pearly everlaseing is an inter- esting white at present. Though the stem. and branches are still green it is dry and unwithering like, an everlast- ing flower ; its white flexuous stem and branches, too, like wire wound with cotton. Its amaranthine is instead of high color. Its very brown center now affects inc as a fresh and original color. It monopolizes sleet! circles in e nai s o sweet ern, pexehance, on a dry hillside."—Thoreau, , Who knows not sitver-rod, the lovely and reverened old age of golden -rod —else golden -rod beautified and saint- ed, looking moonlit and misty even in the sunshine! in this soft canescent after -bloom beginning at the apex of the flower cluster and gradually spreading downward, the eye finds an agreeable relief from the recent daz- zle of yellow splendor. I almost for- get that the herb is not litexally in bloona; ±31 it it is no longer ministered to by sunshine and dew." --Edith M. Thonm.s. --- ' THE 'WARNING OF. A LIMP. There are two extremes, into one or the other of which many mothers fall— that of oversolicitude for their children, a fussiness end a tendeney to coddle them amino run with them to tht doc- tor for every ache or pain ; and that of careless inattention to a child's com- plaint of feeling poorly or -to injeries received in rough play. In, the first cage the eland is in dan- ger of developing into at irritable, eel - nets valetudinarian, while the mother, by her worry, 'destroys the happiness of what ought to be the sweetest part of a wonmen life, and is in danger oleo of driving herself inter a. condi- tion Of nervetio invalidisin. On the other hand, a mother who habitually disretisses without a second thought every complaint by her ceild of discomfort or pale, or who thielts it will make nor boy mare manly if she 'delete herself not to Pettey sympathy for hitn itt his pbeeteal teotibles, tuns the genitals risk of 'granting some indite knit ill, whittle it takee in time, may be arrested, but if neglected May de- velop into (1 lifelong affliction Of theee two extremes the former is atteeded with by ear the mere eeriou$ darager to the ebilds but the latter is not without its perils. There is one symptom, especially, that should eever be passed over light- ly in a OW d, anri. that is a. liMP--esPeen hilly one teat is leteresittent. it may be eothing• more serious then a slight sprain or a "stoneebruisee' or perhaps mere footsoreness tram unwonted tramps over rough roads. It may be due to a little mueoular aoreneee or rheumatism, or to a passing stiffness in a. joint resulting from oyereacereise; but—and this is where its aerloonness lies—it may be the earliest symptom of hip dieecee, • This painful and crippling disease often, indeed usually, begins with an apparently insignificant limp, which comae end goes for perhaps several months before any other symptom of the malady shows itself. It is often attributed by the parents, and mune- times by the 1:n7:kiln, to one or oth- er of the above-mentioned causes or to a simple habit, a -ed as it is usually un- accompanied by pain it is neglected until ,finally other severe symptoms show, perhaps too late for cure, wbat the real trouble is. A limp that comes and goes repeat- edly, especially when the clhild can- not exPlairf why he Walks lame, is te, danger -signal that even the strongest advocate of- the "toughening" system ought to heed. • BILLS; OF FARE FOR 134.13Y. A writer gives' the following sug- gestions, which mothers will appreci- ate, foe needing the baby. These bills et fare will agree with any heal- thy child of from twelve months to two and a half years of age: Milk to drink. Half a saucerful of oatmeal with a tittle .butter and salt. Half a saucerful of oatmeal with cream and sugar. A few teaspoonfuls of strained prune juice. Thoroughly mashed potato, with a little butter, cream and salt. A thick strip of ram beefsteak to suck, should be allovved only the juice. A few tea- spoonfuls of finely scraped apple. Milk to drink. Half of a soft-boiled egg. Milk toast. Baby tea—made of milk and -warm water ha equal proportions, with sugar and a drop of vanilla. Bread and milk. Two teaspoonfuls of fine-grained apple saute. Half a slice of bread. with beefsteak gravy. Half a, saucerful of rice with butter and salt. Half a saucerful of rice with crecian and sugar. Two OT three teaspoonfuls of orange juice. Milk to drink. Half a teacupful of beef tea. Crack- ers and milk. Third of a slice of bread with pure maple syrup. A little strained fig syrup, if con- stipated, made by boiling rigs in wa- ter with sugar. Mush and milk. Small slice of bread and butter with- out crust. A. teaspoonful of the breast of chicken or turkey, minced very fine. Toast and Milk.. Small elurap of eag- er for -dessert. Oatmeal, crackers and milk. Baked potatu cream, and salt. Whipped cream, sweetened and flavored. Half slice of buttered toast without crust. Bread and milk. Taste of custard, wine jelly, or melted vanilla, or chocolate ice cream. r A POINT FOR FOND MOTHERS. Here is an effective method of re- lieving a child that has swallowed a naorsed of food "down •the -windpipe." It has long been the fashion to slap the suffering youngster on the back without producing any especial 16 sults Fond mothers in order to re- lieve their "poor darlings," 'should ob- serve the following simple method:— Seize both hands of the child and hold his arms in a perpendicular position. The consequent widening of the chest will at once remove the cause of the discomfort. * FLASHES OF FUN. Slin—Now, dear, we must begin to economize. He—All right. Begin by making the bread lighter. Always.—Little Robbie—Pa, what's a maij of the people? Pa—A candidate for office befone election day. I have proposed to her just twelve times and Shall not propose another time. How superstitious you are, Mr. Binks. So Alice has decided finelly to mar - 17 an °Meet Yes, she captured him mn weet she positively declares to be her laet eragagemenn • Y.—Do you think Ilee.eme ties aanut the fish he catches?• 6,.41,1*-Creetaiterdn," but I thinneneesties 'dlectiet the ib e doesn't catch. --and:— ens; ne- Hicks—You want', na—fittidWen. texhy has ofaults. veselhnygi -c,kgi1 She 8ye.hlii•13r! loves EL man's wise, said Uncle Eben, he's bouni ter run up agin lots o questions dat he csn't ansnrer. But if he's smelt he won't own up to it, Lovelets not blind; nay 'tie not so; Deentin my soul this truth I know, Madge loves me well, but makes out - e cry, „ At entry -necktie that 1 buy. Miss La Fitte—Mr. Spooner is a nao- delhusband. De Witte—Yes; they say he treats has is wife if he were a can- didate for election and she were a voter. ts hiti:ALsafer.lyfiLkeamothyefweeniyLe Thgieutems•sy Tiee don'tea And a feller's got to do some party hard scrappin' to be able to repeat it see, said the Cumrairtsville Sage, that there are three varieties of doge that never bark, but I never had the luck to leap 'fleet door' to one of them; -never yet. :feet by the way of it hint, you know:. 1 told bet ehe looked ,sweet noeuell :Le kiss, Well ?, Well, she said that wag the way she tetenaed to look. And eo— Prete:40k. LONDON'S POVERTY. DETwEN,F0NTy AND SIXTY PER CENT. AEE PAUPERS. wkere nee's, inisiget and misers- Albide--A Weenie:adorn reagens mete:let nirelien evicree-sonnusin ti, cure- - One *need not look :none to faetatie eisra and sentimental reetoric for evi- dence of the redueed condition of a, large proPottion of the poptilatioe Of London, writes E. P. B., be the Chi- cago Record. The carefully &Red, fa,cle in the case are abundant, end not to be. questioned. Mr, Charles Booth and his assistants in their remetkable series of statistical enquiries, the re- sults of which appear in a book en- titled "Labour and Life of the Peo- ple," ehow that 30.7 per cent of all London is "ie pomrty." Nor does this large percentage include any of thee regularly erapleyed and fairly paid working class. it is further shown that the. eetire middle and upper classes of tins eity number: only 17.8 per cent. of the whole population. the percentage of poverty given the ricb cliStrietS are taken with the peer; Out in tairty-seven, distriets, (Act with a population of 89,000, aod all containing e total of 1,179,000 persons, the propene:fen in poverty in no ease fella below 40 per cent., and in some of them it reaches GO per cent. ditAiosnasn t)frbosmexvewr hPiadhsses tahmei"dsitheelasetros- quoted wereobtained, he finds an ex- cuse for Mr: Henry George's appar- ent extravagance when he declared it to be his deliberate opinion that "if, standing on the threshold of being, one were given the choice of entering life as a Terra del Fuegan, a black fellow of Australia an Esquimo 111 the Arctic creole, or among the low- eeostonetlxay6 SSeaSGreat Erehaithaiing4:hwu 1T:ivilo.i izeda make infinitely the better choice 'itt eeieeting the lot of the savage." But it is not only such temperaments as Mr. George's that are profoundly af- fected by the speotacle of pauperism as it is presented on ail sides in many parts of the.richest city in the world. These conditions have so d.eeply moved Prof. Hindey, the leader of science in Goff tthhee chounlieinonf he advent of some kindly comet which England, that be exclaims, "If there of would sweep the whole affair away as stolenPi st hreonfIHuhn au ectiPaelnee yf e a desirable consummation," And again ld Prometheus h' t thatprofit be eitbast o aa,orafo flarge yth.s,srheao utimprovementpaariti seevant, and that thheeavspirits o ofe the s ea.rth and air obey him, if the vul- ture of pauperism is eternally . to tear his very vitals and. keep him on the brink of destruction?" A SOCIAL PROBLEM. Before any great amount of good can be accomplished in the direction of lifting up the submerged °lenses 1 believe the world. must better under- stand their condition and raore keenly feel their misery. It seems to nee, , therefore, that one renders a service ; to society who gives some :idea as to the harshne,ss of the lot of the poor. There are pathos and tragedy in their isolation and loneliness. /11 all parts of Whitechapel and the contiguous par- ishes the observer sees an utter -waste. He st,ands in the midst a complete spiritual and material desolation. The abodes of the poor are in 'hovels, cellars and garrets--plames at overcrowding, squalor, rags, blasphemy andimmoral- ity—places that reek with the germs of phy-sical and moral disease. Nor do the poor suffer alone from cengestion and wretched sanitation. They have no pleasures. They are ex- iled from all good things. The "mighty world of eye and ear is to them a blankness and an oblivion. While others see the limpid lake, the chang- ing cloud, the towering mountain, these see only their ,narrow, court or alley, paved with granite blocks, henamett in with brick and mortar and roofed by the fogs of London. They have no pic- tures CM their walls. Music never comes to gene:ken their faculties into life and to kiss their souls into blos- som. To them literature and art are as if they never had been Tlaey know nothing of the world's beauty, noth- ing of •its poetry; they know only of its rags. and hunger and misery. They have never travelled; they have no picturen, in their minds; the galleries of their:, memories stand empty. And the resent is that for all the joy they have thee are narrowed to the pres- ent, with its deadly monotony and its chronic privation. THE REMEDY 11011 IT. , What remedy can be applied to 1:his disease of the social organism? Are poverty end its concomraitent evils a necessary feature of progressive socie- ty ?—that feature which exemplifies the operations of the law science ca,lis "natural. selection?" Certainly no tine seems to dispute that the ameliorative forcesat wo.rkin EastLonclon fiul far short of satisfactory results. The Christian, en cl philanthropic en terpris- es here""'fonnd, vasta and potent though they be, are but' luminous iso- letions in the waste. Universal and ceiaplusory edneetion is net enough. The criminal law is not enough. The poor law systetn, broad -and sympathe- tic beyond. question, is a panative, and not a cure, svhile ohanity-,. as at pees- ent aaministered, presents a doubtful natio an any opinion the sooial equiUbuinm is not to be establishecl by anatchism, or soeialism or communism, or cunt other theory of government or no gov- ernmeet. It isnot an affair for party settlement, It: is not: something that can 'be accomplisilea by legislation. •The chasm between the chosen ones and the outcasts preseets 0 stupen- dons difficulty in social, engineering. cannot be epee:stied, if the majority of peoute are right- in their thinking, by nationalized laud, railways, mania Wee' and other xridans of producing twoaltli—in a word, by eeeleliein. The eusepriston bridge of theoretic, aeareh- ism will not support tin awn weight - The requireniente ofi the strueture oe which we ere speakine •are euch that it must not be built of the moonbeitrie . of an 'Utopian shadowland. A greet bridge it must be—the greatest; the world has ever se;en. I Lake it; Chet it Nvill not be 'built upon the wreck of existing insti alines end ordert tele it that it will not be built of no- tionalized land !Inel ranee:ye. In my opinion the chief meterial used ill its eorisrieletn, if il ever he, toilet rude ed, will be natiorialieed eympathy. neelne •,,