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The Brussels Post, 1893-11-3, Page 22 THE BRUSSELS POST NOVEMARR 3, 1893 "IN THE MIDST OF ALAR ROJ3T. BA1LR, IN "LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE," CHAPTER Ill.—(Co i'nw1an.) " Our oouveyauco, he began, " is not es comfortable as it might be, yet I kha11 be very happy if you will aooept its hospital!. 'Om" The young woman flashed a brief glance at hits: from her dark eyes, and for a moment Yates feared that his language had bean rather too choice for her rural under• standing, but before he could amend his phrase she answered, briefly,— ' Thank you. I prefer 'to walk." " Well, I don't koow that I blame you. Might I ask if you have come all the way from the village ?" "That's a long distance, and you must be very tired," There was no reply : so Yates conaiuued, " At least f thought it a long distance ;' but perhaps that was because 1 was riding an Bartlett's hayrack. There is.. no 'downy bed of eaao' about his vehicle," As the spoke of the wagon lie looked at it, and, striding forward to its side, said in a husky whisper to the professor,— . " Say, Silly, cover up that jug with a flap of the tent." " Cover it up yourself," briefly replied the other ; " it isn't mine." Yates reached across and in a sort of accidental way threw the flap of the tent over the too conspicuous jar. .As au excuse for his action he took up his walking -cane and turned towards his new acquaintance. He was flattered to see that she was loiter- ing some distance behind the wagon, and he speedily rejoined her. The girl looking straight ahead, now thickened her pace, and rapidly shortened the distance between herself and the vehicle. Yates, with the quickness characteristic of him, made up its mind that this was n case of country diffidence which was best to be met by the bringing clown of his conversation to the level of his hearer's intelligence. " Have you been marketing?" he asked. " Yes." "Butter and eggs, and that sort of thing ?" "We are farmers," she answered, "and we sell butter and eggs "—a pause—" and that sort of thing." Yates laughed in his light and oheery way. As he twirled his Dana he looked at his pretty companion. She was gazing anxiously ahead towards a turn in the road. Her comely face was alightly flushed, doubt• less with the, exercise of walking. "Now, in my country," continued the New.Yorker, we idolize our women, Pretty girls don't tramp miles to market with Cutter and eggs." "Aren't the girls pretty—in your noun. try 1" Yates made a mental note that there was not as much rurality shoat this girl as he had thought at first. There was a piquancy ;about the conversation which he liked. That she shared his eujoymeut was doubt- ful, for a slight line of resentment was notieeabie on her smooth brow. You bet they're pretty. I think all American girls are pretty. It seems their birthright, When I said American I mean the whole continent, of course. I'm from the "States myself,—from New York." He gave an extra twirl to his cane as he said this, and tore himself with that air of conscious superiority which naturally pertains to a citizen of the metropolis. ' But over in the States we think the men should do all the work and that the women should—wall, spend the money. T must do our ladies the justice to say "that they attend strictly to their share of the arrangement." " It should be a delightful country to live in, for the women." " They all say so. We used to have an adage to the effect that America was Paradise for women, pureato.•y for men, and —well, an entirely different sort of place .for oxen." There was no doubt that Yates had a way of getting along with people. As he looked at his companion he was gratified to note just the faintest suspicion of a smile hover- ing about Iyer lips. Before she could answer, if she had intended to do so, there was a quick clatter of hoofs on the hard road ahead, and next instant an elegant buggy, whose slender jet-black polished spokes flashed and twinkled in the sunlight, came dashing past the wagon. On seeing the two walking togetherthedriver hauled up his team with a suddenness that was evidently not relished by the spirited d tp- pled span he drove, "Hello, Margaret," he cried ; " amnI late ? Have you walked in all the way ?" You ere just in good time," answered the girl, without looking towards Yates, who stead aimlessly twirling his cane. The young woman put her foot on the buggy step :and sprang lightly in beside the driver. It needed no second glance to ',see that he was her brother, not only on account of the family resemblance between them, but also because he allowed har to get into the buggy without offering the slightest assistance, which indeed, was not needed, and graciously permitted her to place the duster that covered his knees over her own lap as well. The restive team trotted tepidly down the toed for a few rods until they Dame to a wide plaoe in the .highway, and then whirled around seeming. ly within an ase of upsetting the buggy, but the young man evidently knew his business and held thein in wits a firm hand. The wagon was jogging along where the road was very narrow, and Bartlett kept his team stolidly in the centro of the way. "Hello stere, Bartlett," shouted the young eau in the buggy ; " half the road, you know,—half the road." • "Take it," cried Bartlett over his milder, "Come, Dome, Bartlett, get out of the way, or I'll run you down." "You just try it." Bartlett either had no sense of humot or his resentment against his young neighbor smoth- eredit, since otherwise he would have recognized that a heavy wagon was in no danger of being run into by a light and ex. pensive buggy. The young man kept his temper admirably, but he knew inch where to touch the elder on the raw. His sister's hand was plaoed appealingly on his arm. Ile smiled, and took no notice of her. "Como, now, you move out, or I'll halo the law on you., "The law 1' raged Bartlett : "you just try it on." "Should think you'd had enough of it by this time," "Olt, don't, don't, Henry 1" protested the girl, in distress. "There 011 2 no law," yelled Bartlett, "that kin make a man with a load move out fur anything." "Yon haven't any loan, unless it's in that jug." Yates saw with consternation that the jug had been jolted out from under its coy,' ormp, but the happy consolation carne 20 him that the two in the Muggy would be. lien it belonged to Bartlett. Ile thought,: however, that this dog-lu'tho•manger policy S" i had gone far enough, He stepped briskly forward and amid to Bartlett— " Better drive aside a little mud let them pass." "You 'tend to your own business," cried the thoroughly enraged farmer. "I will," said Yates, shortly, striding to the horses' heads. He took them by the bits, and, in spite of Bartlett's maledictions and pulling at the lines, he drew them to one side so that the buggy got by. "Thank you," cried the }young man. The light mudlittering carriage rapidly disappeared up the Ridge Road. Bartlett sat there for one moment the picture of battled rage. Then he threw the reins down on the beaks of his patient horses and descended, " You take my horses by the head, do you, yon good-far- nnthin' Yank? You do, alt? 1 like your cheek . Touch my horses and me a-holdiu' the lines I Now you hear 1110? Your traps comes right off here on the road. You hear me?" Oh, anybody within a mile eon hear you," Iiia they? Well, off comes your pesky tent." "No, it doesn't." "Don't it, alt? Well, then, yon'll lick me fast ; and that's something no Yank ever did, nor kin do." " 1'11 do it with pleasure." "Come, Dome," cried the professor, get- ting down on the road, "this has gone far enough, Keep quiet, Yates.—Now DFr, Bartlett, don't ntinci it, He meant no dia. respect.' Don't you interfere, You're all right, an' I aint got nothin' og'iu' you. But I'm gem' to thrash this Yank within an inch of his life; see if I don't, We met 'est in 1812, an' we fit 'em, an' we licked 'ant, an' we can do it a"'in. I'll learn ye to take my horses by the Bead." "Teach," suggested Yates, tantalizingly. Before he could properly defend himself, Bartlett sprang at him and grasped him round the waist. Yates NV/LS eamething of a wrestler himself, but his skill was of no avail on this occasion. Bartlett'e right leg became twisted around his with a steel. like grip that speedily convinced the young- er man he would have to give way or a bone would break. He gave way accordingly, and the next tiring he knew lie came down on his back with a thud that shook' the uni- verse. "There, darn ye," oriad the triumphant farmer, "that's 1812 and Quesnston Heights for ye. How do yon like 'em?" Yates rose to his feet with some delfber anion, and slowly took oft' his coat, "Now, now, Yates," said the professor, soothingly, "let it go at this. "You're not hurt, are you ?" he asked, anxiously, ae he noticed how white the young man was around the lips. "Look here, Reumark ; you're a sensible man. There is a time to interfere and a time not to. This is the time not to. A certain international element seems to have crept into this dispute. Now, you stand aside, like it good fellow, for I don't want to bare to thrash both of you." The professor stood aside, for he realized that when Yates called him by his last name, matters were serious. "Now, old chuckle -head, perhaps you would like to try that again." "I kin do it a dozen times, if ye ain't satisfied, There ain't no Yank ever raised on pumpkin -pie that can stand a'giu that grapevine twist." ' Try the grapevine once more." Bartlett proceeded more catttitusly this time, for there was a look in the young mans face he did not quite like. He took a catch sto•catuh•oan attitude and moved stealthily in a semicirole around Yates, who shifted his position constantly so as to keep facing his foo. At last Bartlett sprang forward, and the next instant fouudhimaelt sitting on a piece of the rock of the mum try, with a thousand humminy-birds buz• zing in his head, while stars and the land- scape around joined in a dance together. The blow was sudden, well plaoed, and from the shoulder. . "That," said Yetss, standing over him, "is 1776,—the Revolution,—when, to use your own phrase, we met ye, fit ye, and licked ye, How do you like it? Now, if my advice is of any use to you, take a broader view of history them you have done. Don't confine yourself too much to one period. Study up the war of the Revolution a bit." Bartlett matte no reply. Alter sitting there for a while until the aurrounding landscape assumed its normal condition, 1.0 arose leisurely, without saybag a word. He pinked the reins from the backs of the horses and patted the nearest animal gen- tly, Then he mounted to his place and drove off The professor had taken his seat beside tine driver, but Yates, putting on his coat and picking up his cane, strode along in front, switching off the heads of Canada thistles with his walking -stick as he proceeded. --_ CHAPTER IV. Bartlett was silent for a long time, but there was evidently something on his mind, for he communed with himself, the Mutter- ings growing louder and louder until they broke the atilinees ; then he struck the horses, pulled them in, and began his solil- oquy over again, At last he said abruptly to the professor,— "What's this Revolution he talked about?" It was the war of independence, begin. fling in 1776." "Never heard of it. Did the Yanks fight us?" The Colonies fought with England," "What Colonies?" "Tile country now oalled the United Stales." "They fit with England, eh? Which licked?" "The Colonies won their iodependeoee," "That leans they licked us. I don't be. lieve a word of it. 'Pears to me I'd 'a' heard of it ; fur I've lived in these parte a long time," "It was a little before your day," "So was 1312; but toy father fit in it, an' 1 never hoard him toll of this ltevolu• tion, He'd 'a' known, 1 sh'dtisink, There's a nigger in the fence semewheres," "Well, England was rather busy at the time with the French." " Ah, that was it ? I'll bet England never knew the Revelation was a -gain' on till it was over. Ohl Napoleon couldn't thrtsh'ore, and it don't stand tc,reaeot: that the Yank could. 1. thought there was some skuildnggory. Why, it took the Yanks four years to lick themselvea. 1 gof a book at home all about Napoleon, He was a tough me." The professor did not feel called upon to defend the character of Napoleon, and silence onoe more descended upon them. Bar tett seemed a good tidal disturbed by the news he had Just heard of the Revolution, mid he growled to him- self, while the horses suffered more than usual from the whip and the hauling, book that invariably followed the stroke. Yates WAS some distanoo ahead, and swinging along at a great rate, when the horses, ap. parentlyof their own accord, turned in at an open gate -way and proceeded iu their usual leisurely fashion towards a large barn past a comfortable frame house with a wide ver- anda in front, "This is my pluee," said Bartlett, short- ly. "I wish you had told me a Mw minutes ago," replied the professor, springing off, "so that I might have called to my friend," "I'm not !renin' about him," said Bart- lett, throwing the reins to a young man who thine out of the house. Reumark ran to the toad and shouted loudly to the distant Yates. Yates op• patently dill not hoar hits, but something about the next house attracted the pedes- trian's attention, and after standing for a moment and gazing towards the west he looked around and sale the professor beck- oning to him. When the two Wren met, Yates said, So we have arrived, have we? g say, Stilly, site lives iu the next House. I saw the buggy fn the yard." "She? Who?' "Why, that good-lookhtg girl we passed on the road. Inn going to buy our supplies et that house, aLilly, if you have no oh- jeetim2s. By the tray, how is my old friend 1512?" "He doesn't seem to harbor any harsh feelings. In fact, he was more troubled about the Revolution than about the blow you gave him." "News to him, eh? Well, I'm glad I knocked something into his head," "You certainly did it most vusciontifi- oally?" "How do you mean—.unacientibeally?" "In the delivery of the blow. T never saw a more awkwardly delivered under- cut." Yates looped at his friend in astonish. menu. How should this calm learned man know anything about undercuts or science in blows? "Well, you must admit I got there net the same." 'Yes, by brute force. A sledgehammer would have clone as well, But you had such an opportunity to do it neatly and deftly without any display ofsurplus energy that I regretted to 505 such an opening thrown away," Heavens and earth, Stilly, this is the professor in a new light. What do you teach in Toronto University, anyhow? The noble art of self-defence 2" " Not exactly ; but if you intend to go through Canada in this belligerent manner„ I think it would be worth your while to take a few hints froin Inc'. " \Yith striking examples, I suppose. By Jove, I will, Stilly," As the two came to the hoose they found Bartlett sitting in a wooden rocking chair on the veranda, looking grimly down the road. What an old tyrant that man must be in his home I" said Yates. There was no time for the professor to reply before they name within earshot, - "The old woman's setting out supper," said the farmer, gruffly, that piece of in- formation being apparently as near as he could got towards inviting them to share his hospitality. Yates didn't know wheth- er it was meant for an invitation or not, but he answered shortly,— "Thanks, we won't stay." "Speak for yourself, please," snarled Bartlett. " Of course I go with my friend," said Reumark ; "but we are obliged for the invi- tation." "Please yourselves." "What's that?" cried a cheery voice from the inside of the house, as a stout, rosy, and very good -natured -looking woman appeared at the front door. "Vfsn't stay? Who won't stay? I'd like' to see anybody leave my house hungry when there's a meal on the table. And, young men, if you oa11 gat a better meal anywhere on the Ridge than whet I'll give you, why, you're wet. coma to go there next time, but this meal you'll have here, inside of ton minutes.— Hiram, that's your fault. You always in. vite a person to dinner as if you wanted to wrestle with him," Hiram gave a guilty start and looked with something of nate appeal at the two men, but said nothing. " Never mind him,"continued Mrs. Bart. lett. "You're at my house ; and, whatever any neighbors may say ag'in' me, I never heard anyone complain of the lank of good. victuals while I was able to do the 000king. Come right in and wash yourselves, for the road between here and the fort is dusty enough, even if Hiram never was taken rap for fast driving. Besides, a wash is refresh- ing after a hot day." ' Thera was no denying the cordiality of this invitation, and Yates, whose natural gallantry was et once aroused, responded with the readiness of a courtier. Mrs, Bart- lett led the way into the house, but as Yates passed the farmer the latter cleared his throat with an effort, and, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the di• motion his wife had taken, said, in a husky whisper,— "No call to—to mention the Revolution, you know." ' Certainly not," anawerod Yates, with a wink that took in the situation. "Shall we sample the jug before or after supper?" "After, if its all the same to you,' add. ing "out in the barn." fates nodded, and followed his friend into the house. The young men were shown into a bad. 3,0001 of more than ordinary size on the upper floor. Everything about the house was of the most dainty and sorupulous cleanliness., and an air of cheerful comfort pervaded the place. birs. Bartlett wee evidently a house• keeper to be proud of. Two large pitchers of cool soft water awaited them, and the waah, as had been predicted, was most re- freshing. "1 say," cried Yates, "it's rather cheeky to aooept a man's hospitality after knocking him down." "It would be for most people,bub 1 think ytou underestimate your cheek, as you coli " Bravo, Stilly 1 You're blossoming out. That's repartee, that is. With the aocenb on the rap, too, Never you mind ; I think old 1812 and I will get along all right after this. It doesn't seem to bother him nny,eo I don't sec why 11 should worry me. Nice motherly old lady, isn't she ?" "Who? 181'2?" "No : Mrs, 1816. T'm sorry'compliment• ed you on your repartee. You'll get con• °sited, Rrmemhcr that what in the news• paper -ami is clever, in a grave professor is rank flippancy. T,aVs go (Iowa..." The table was covered with a cloth as white and spotless as good linen cat well be. The bread was genuine home-made, a; term so often misused in the cities. It was brown as to crust and flaky and light as to interior. The butter, cool from the rook cellar, was of a lovely golden hue, The sight of the welidaaded table was most welcome to the oyes of hungry travellers. There Was, as Yates afterwards remarked, " abundance and plenty of it," "Come, father," cried idrs. Bartlett, as the young men appeared, aud they heard the rookhsg.ebaie °teak on the veranda in prompt a1aW00 20 bus $2111111005, " This is my son, gentlemen, said 11rs, llarblett,indicating a young ratan who stood in anon•oommital attitude near the corner of the roost. The professor recognized him as the portion who had taken charge of the horses when his father Dams home. There was evidently something of his father's demeanor about the young man, who awk- wardly and silently responded to the recog- nition of the strangers, "And this m my daughter," continued the good woman, " Now, what might your names bel" ' My nay is ie Yates, and this is my friend Professor Rentnark, of T'ronto," pronoun°. lug the name of the fair city in two syllables, as is, alae l too often done. The professor bowed, and Yates cordially extended his hand to the young woman, " How do you do, A1iso Bartlett ?" he said. I am happy to meet yen," The girl smiled very prettily, and amid she hoped they had apleasaut trip out from Fort lime, " Olt, we had,"eaid Yates, looking for a moment at his host, whose eyes were fixed on the table -cloth, and who appeared to be quite content to let his wife run the show, "The road's a little rooky in places, but it's very pleasant." " Now you sit down hero, and you here," said Mrs. Bartlett; "and I do hope you have have brought good appetites with you.' The strangers took their phtcee,and Yates bad a chance to look at the younger member of the family, which opportunity he did not let slip. It was hard to believe that she was the daughter of so crusty a man as Hir. alts Bartlett. Her cheeks were rosy, with dimples in them, that conataatly Dante and went, in her incessant efforts to keep from laughing, Her hair, which hung about her plump shoulders was a lovelygolden brown. Although her dress was of the cheapest material, it was neatly out and fitted ; and her dainty white pinafore added that touch of wholesome oloanlinese that was so notice• able everywhere in the house. A bit of blue ribbon at her white throat and a flower of the spring just below it completed a charm• ing picture, which a more critical and less susceptible man than Yates might have con- templated with plea.ure. Mise Bartlett sat smilingly at one end of the table, and her father grimly at the other. The mother sat at the side, ap- parently looking on that position as one of vantage for commanding the whole field and keeping her husband and Iyer daughter both unclor eye. The teapot and cups were set before the young woman. She did not pour out the tea at once, but seemed to be waiting instructions from her mother. That good lady was gazing with some sternness at her husband, Ile vainly endeavoring to look at the ceiling or anywhere but at her. He drew his open hard down his facto, which was of unusual gravity even for him. Final- ly he cast an appealing giantse at his wife, who sat with her hand folded on her lap, but her eyes were unrelenting. After a moment's hopeless irresolution, Bartlett butt his head over his pate and murmured, " For what we are about to receive, oh, make us truly thankful. Amen." Mrs. Bartlett echoed the last words, having also bowed her head when she saw surrender in the troubled eyes of Iyer husband. (so 11E CO3TltitoED.) OLDEST Or THEM ALL, First Railway Train Conductor, Who Iran Conches in Nova Scotia Fifty-four Years Ago. William Finlayson, now 81 years old, and who was conductor of the first pas- senger train run in America, commanded the John Bull trail at Jackson Park on Saturday, says the Chicago Herald, It was trainmen's day at tho Exposition, and a portion of their celebration was the inspeo• tion of the famous old train. The old man conductor was the hero of the occasion. He helped the ladies up the steps and shouted "All aboard" as in the days, fifty four years ago, when he made his initial trip in Nova Scotia. About 1000 persons were fortunate in securing tickets for rides on the old relic, and ten tripe were made. The presence of Mr. Finlayson greatly added to the interest taken in the train, w111011 was keenly inspected. Ten thousand railroad men, it is estimated, were mixed up in tho fair attendance. A committee made an effort to got a large number of trainmen into the grounds yesterday and they were successful. There were few special features to the oelebration, 'but, with the ride on the John Bull train and another on the ice railway and the jolly fraternal greetings of the day, there was little time enough to inspeot the exhibits of the Transportation Building and its an. nex. Neither was there a feast as on September 21), 1830, when Conductor Fio• layeon made his first trip. On that day he ran a train froin Albion Mines to South Piotou, Nova Scotia. The train moved about four miles an hour, and after several hours of travel reached its destination. Then there was a feast. An ox was roasted, and crowds came from miles around to celebrate the 000aeion. Mr. Finlayson has been engaged in other business for fifty years until lie was again oonduotor yester- day. The railroad men called upon the veteran for a speech. " My only exouse," lie replied, "for saying anything to yosi to•day is that over tiftybhrse years ago I was a conductor on the first train in Ameioa-a train in which you would bo ashamed to ride. I am glad to be with you today and help in this celebration, but 1gladly give way now to somothing more modern." George Davidson, the engineer of the first train, was to have been present and operate the engine, but he was detain, ed by sickness. The British .Army ii "1 The general annual return of the British Army for the year 1802, with abstracts for the years 1875 to 1802 inclusive, has jest been issued ae a Parliamentary paper. It states that the average effective strength of the regular army, all ranks, during 1892 was 213,542). This total is made up as follows:—household Cavalry, 1318; caval• ry of the Rue, 18,387 ; Royal Artillery, horse, 3740 ; field, 14308; mountain, 1277 garrison, including cors of0rdnanaoeEngi odors, 16,636 ; Royal ll aginoers 7458 ; Toot Guards, 5049 ; infantry of the line, 133,- 1101 Colonial Corps, 4380; Army Service Corps, 3402 ; Ordnenoo Store Corps, 830 ; Come of Armeurers, 317 ; Medical Staff Corps, 2439, The average strength by ranks was :-Officers, 7663 ; warrant otii. cora, 8•i0 ; sergeants 11,331 ; truepsterd, drummers, and buglers, 5413; rank and file, 188,293, The average total strength of the army at home Was 106,115; abroad, 107,425. The affective stee'ngtli, according to the latest returns received on January 1,1893, Was 217,780, The total on the oorrosponding date, 1802, was 211,530. • The first iron forge was sot up in Massa• chusette in 1632. YOUNG FOLKS. Grandpa Gray. Ten us a story, G vanillin." Cried Kellie and Rola and tiny, loll us s tale of the good old 2111100 \\hest 10u, too, word n bot'," "(103335 to oto clover, darlings," Said kind old Uramlpa Cray, "And I tell you n Palo of the olden times, In the good ok i:fashioned tray, "Once on a time yourrandpa Wae a soldier i all cul hold, Your grandma w•asbu2 n lassie then, With clustering earls of gold. "Grandpa fought for his vaunter, In many a deadly fray, And when the battle., wore over, Ile pioudlytnaroltor' away. "Then Grandam tools Grandee Kt:alter, In spite of his sword and gun, But he palled this first surrender RN biggest vlot'ry wont "'Then'3'0 wore proud and happy. 1tor both wore young and gay, So we featly danced the minuet, Alton our wedding day. "Kiss no good -night, dear ohlliine, Tion away with you to hedf Some day yen boys will be grandpas, when Grandpa Cu'ayis dead." Seventy ?'cans have flitted, R"b and Roy are old today, And oh lateen gathered around their ell airs, NOW call them Utitndpa Gray 1 &Loan'. G. 15.txxs, How Johnny Became a King. Johnnie had always thought it would be nice to be a king. He had heard people say, " Uneasy lies the head that wears a orown," but he felt that if Ile were a king lie would know enough not to wear bis 0201V11 to bell with him ; besides, he knew he was a pretty sound sleeper, anyway. So when ono clay a real, live fairy old w011150 came to him and said ; " Johnnie, I have the great wishing -atone of the Great and most Supreme Rebbida, which needs but to be held in a person's hand to certain- ly fulfil any wish that person makes," John- nie took the great wishing -stone of the Great and Most Supreme ltabbida in his Hand, and wished right off that he were a king --a fairy king. Then he had a sudden feeling as though ho had dropped a cold key down his back for the hiccoughs, though he did not have rho hiccoughs, for he was now a king—e, fairy king 1 He was sitting on a gold tht ono, and he hada wise ratan on his lefthanrl, and a silver carriage outside his castle, with nice for horses, and his fairy cook was pre- paring the nioest dinner Johnnie had ever aeon ; only the real, live fairy old moman has dsappeared, with the groat wishing• stone of tiro Groat and Most Supremo Rab - bide. Just for the amusement of the thing Johnnie changed his wise man into a green frog in a piocadilly collar, and made him swallow flies. Then he turned one of the fairy princes that came In into a yellow monkey, with a sky-blue tail ; and by that time be thought he would eat hid dinner, and so he sat himself down at his great table, with the green frog in the piocadilly Dollar, that•was lits wise man, on his left, and rho yellow monkey, with the sky-blue tail, that was his tairy prince, on the right, But then he was not a bit hungry. On the contrary, and for the first time in his life, Johnnie did not care to eat. All he lied to do to make the green frog in the piccadilly collar hungry was to wish it and wave his fairy sceptre towards him. Ho made the green frog so hungry that be ate up the hnfveo and spoons; but perhaps fairy kings never ate, Johnnie had not been in the fairy king business long enough, however, to be sure on this point of tabule etiquette. He mad° the green frog eat up every. thing on the table to get it out of sight, and then he went walking into the oourtyard. He did not feel worried -thinking that his castle would be without a dinner set on account of the green frog eating it, for he felt that he could make a new sot in time for supper simply by wishing for it. What worried him most was the fact of his own sudden loss ofappetite; and ho envied the look of satisfaction on the green frog's face and on that of the yellow monkey with the skybluo tail. There was a beautiful cool -looking moat in his caret -yard, anyway, and hedetermin- ed to have a swim oven though he knew he nngiltn't to go in the water after dinner. He ,jumped 1n, hut he was frightened almost to death, for he couldn't ewini'a stroke. Ho swallowed a great deal of water until be remembered that he was a fairy king, end wished that the water was dry land. Then it turned into a beautiful lawn, and the middle of a flower•bed. " The next morutng Johnnie began to feel greatly troubled.s had turned the fairy nook of the palace into a red ooehatoo in rubber boots ; but he could not seem to have an appetite. He had only eaten a piece of bread and had drunk a cup of weak tea for supper, and he had dreamt all night, even though he had put his crown on the post of his bed. So when he cane downstairs, he issued an order that the fairy old woman with the great wishing atone of the Great and Most Supreme Rabeida be sought out and brought before him ; and as he was a groat fairy king, this was accomplished in two seconds and a half, though the fairy old woman Was at the extreme end of his kingdom. "I want to know," said Johnnie to her, "why it is that though I am a fairy king, and can turn my wise man into a green frog with a piece -dilly collar, and the fairy cook of the palace into a red cockatoo in robber boots, I can't feel h'ngry. I don't like it one bit." "Oh, Most Gracious Majesty I" said the fairy old woman, "there never was a king that did not have dyspepsia. Even fairy kings, who are deeply learned in magic, havo it." Johnnie thought the matter over very soberly, and discussed it with his wise Man. Then he said, deoidedly: "If that is so, I dont care muoh about being a fairy king. You may give me the great wishing -atone of the Great and Most Stlptame Rabbida, and I'll wish myself back to Johnnie Sizzlstop again." "But do you ]snow a person can only have one wish granted when he holds the great wishing steno of the Great and Moat Supreme Rabbtda," said the fairy old wom- an. So Tho case really looked very gloomy far nni hide," At tvhioli the fairy old woman said she didn't know but that there woe some wisdom in his logic, and the fairy prince said Ito was aero there was, mud that there wouldn't be any harm done in trying the thing any way, So the fairy old woman gave the fairy king alta wonderful wiohing.stone, and on his wishing very hard that he was Johnnie Sizzlotop, the green frog, the yellow monkey with the sky-blue tail, and all rho rest of the things faded away and the change was ae0onlplishoil 1 Johnnie Sfz- zletop was again Johnnie Siseletop with 0 robust appetite for good dinners, and he gave a very grateful, though unkingly, shout of joy. CHASID BY A SRARK. A Strange .'Ldycttt Il'd>riAti re 1i, OIr the Const or We wore fishing in Applaohee Bay on the south coast of Florida, ,lust off the town of St, Marks, There were five of. 05 in the boat—four men and a boy 14 years of age, named Harry Rogers. His mother was a wi- dow, and they wore stopping with !donde the town. They were., if I remember right, from Nashville, Tenn, WVe had caught a number of smell fish when a school of sharks suddenly appeared to spoil all further sport, Every one of our hooks was bitten oft Inside of a Minute, and the sharps slowed themselves all around the boat. Big and little, there were a dozen of them shimming ahnnt and the bosh of the school was a monster about fir teen foot long. He was of the man-eating epodes, and not a bit afraid of us. Indeed, we had cause bo be afraid of him. He seemed to be desper- ately hungry, and for awhile ho acted as if he meant to jump iuto the boat, He finally quieted down and took up his station broad- side on to us and only ten feet away. There he lay, eyeing every Inovemen2ofours, but never so muols as waving a fin himself, tustfl we decided that wo might as well up anchor and pull in. We were anchored in thirty feet of water, having a regular boat anchor and chain. One of rho men had just seit:ed the alliti0 when we felta vigorous tug at it, and the next moment the boat was rushing through the water as if urged by two pairs of oars. A Soh or submarine ereatnre of 0om5 sort had become entangled in the anchor. I cannot tell you what it was, as it did not rise to the suttee°, but it was very strong and swift, Wo wore about half a mile off the beach when the anchor was pioked bp. The oi•eaturo headed out into the bay, and when it got fairly started the chain was as taut as if we wore towing behind a Lug. All of us realized just what had happened, and for the first few min- utes we rather enjoyed it. Then we found wo were likely to be towed out to sea, and with the sky threatening a squall, this was not a very pleasant prospect. Had the °able been a rope we should have cut it, but it was a chain, and there was no way to either sever it or loosen it from the. staple in the bows.. The four men of us crept to the forward end of the boot and, getting hold of the chain, pulled with all our strength, but we could neither check the speed of the creature, nor lift it to the surface. I had noticed before going forward that the big shark was following us, his dorsal fin showing six or eight inches above the surface. \F bile we were engaged with the chain the boy's hat blew offantl,in grabbing or it, he lost his balance and went over- board. We heard hint cry out,and when we looked around he was thirty feet astern in the wake of tho boat. You and, perhaps, imagine our feelings 1 We hadn't a thing to throw him as a float, and no one doubted that the big shark would seize him before three minutes had passed. Fortunately for Harry, he was a good swimmer, and tuns also lightly clad. We could do nothing to aid him, but we all shouted to him to splash the water with hands and feet to keep the shark off. He !heard and understood. He did even better than wo hoped for. He had on light °naves shoes ; those he managed to pull off while treading water. He alai) got his coat and vest off and the sharp no doubt swallowed shoes and olothing. Harry told us afterward that the monster kept circling about him, evidently bent on dash- ing in and seizing him, bat deterred by the vigorous splashing. While we were fully realizing one help. Mastless, the unhuown creature whose ac- tion had caused our misforUme suddenly turned to the east ; it towed us a few rodshulledin that direction, and then ted to the north, or shorewards. It no doubt wanted to get rid of the author as badly as we wanted it to, and was making every ef•." fort to do so, To our amazement it had towed us only a aable's length shoreward when it bore off to the left, seeming to be following some channel, and headed straight for the boy. We cheered and called out to him, and while one got the boat -hook ready the others prepared their fish -lines for a throw, Our "tug" kept a pretty straight course for him, towing us at the rate of about six miles an hour, and as he saw us coming he struck out to intercept the boat. We stood up and shouted hoping to keep the shark oil', and it is a fact that we ran so close to the boy that ono of our party, a Maj. Davis, of Ginainnati, seized him by the shoulder and drew biro in.' The shark was not ten feet away at the time. The boy had scarcely been pulled in when our " tug " changed its course to the west, and ran ns two miles, on tothe shoal called "Turtle Bank." The weber here was not over six feet deep, but so thick and muddy that we oould not make out the creature at the other end of the chain. However, in some manner unknown to us, it managed to get free of the anchor, and went off, snaking a great commotion, and that ended our adventure. The boy had fainted away as Boon as lie realized that the danger had passed, and we had palled almost to the wharf before he oamo to. Few men would have displayed the,000hness ho did under the circumstances, We could not throw him ono of the oars, as they were chained to prevent the beadh-Bombers fres stealing them, and he had to support himself entire. ly by his own exertions. He kept turning to face the shark,'and had he ceased splash. Mg kr fifteen seoonde it would have beam all day with him, Ire said he had no hope of rescue, but was determined to hold out as long es possible. Bub for the strange notions of the creature which had plaited up aur aneilor, the big shark world havo hadat Tennessee boy for dinner that day, He followed iia almost tc the wharf, seeming oh a a, and as though he would be forced loth to give up beaten, and when he turned to be a fairy king with dyspopaia all the to leave us ho gave 515 tail an angry flap rest of his life. The fun of turning his wise which threw water clear over our boat, loan into agreen frog in a piccadilly collar, .. and his fairy prince into a yellow monkey with a sky-blue tail, Was 002 a sufiiofent recompense for such a calamity as that. However, fairy kings are ver yy wise, 'and Johnnie was an exceptional wise fairy ping, And, after deep coltsidoration and consultation with his wino man, ho said to tho fairy old womans • "Bub I an not Johnnie Sizzlatop any Moro, but a fairy king ; and as a fairy (ting 1 ought to have ono wish gratified by the groat wishing stone of the Groat and Most Supreme Rab. Surprising News. MaCitimanni "Arany news up your tray?" ;.fir. Countryman, News , Dont you city folits read the papers ? W'y, they're just full o' long articles about my nearest neighbour, the Widtlor 'Grasslands. (4ot her picture in, too—labial as life." " My goodness 1 What has happened to her ?" ' Sho's just been cured of a longetasdin' disease that not it soul of ns knew she had "