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TOL. IX. NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA, .WEDNESDAY, MARCH . 29, 1893. NO. 12. Great Clearing Sale ! For the Next Sixty Days We will sell everything in our store, such as Clothing, : : : : : : Furnishing Goods Boots and Shoes, : . : : : : : Hats and Caps Trunks and Valises. : IN0LDKS1M0RI CHAPTER L It 25 Per wot Jjscount FOR CASH ONLY. THE MODEL CLOTHING HOUSE MAX EINSTEIN, Prop. North Platte National Bank, NORTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. 3?aid up Capital. 75,000. tV W BIBCJE, C. T. IDDIXGS, A. F. STBEITZ. MIIECTORS: O. SI. CABTEKj M. C. LINDSAY, H. OTTEK, D. W. 11AKEK. M. OUEKST. A. . UUCKWORTU. All business intrusted to us handled promptly, carefully, and at lowest rates. 0. F. IDDINGrB. I LUMBER, I ! i COAL, . - - -, Order by telephone from Newton's Book Store. Dr. N. McCABE, Prop. J. E. BUSH, Manage NORTH PIiATTE PHARMACY, Successor to J. Q. Th acker. jSTOHTH PLATTE, NEBRASKA. WE AIM TO HANDLE THE BEST GRADE OF GOODS, SELL THEM AT REASONABLE PRICES, AND WARRANT EVERYTHING AS REPRESENTED. orders lYoin the country and along the line of tlie Union Pacific Railway Solicited. IT. ,JT. BEOEKEK, Merchant Tailor, OIj 12 -A. 3J" U 3Ft LARGE STOCK OF PIECE GOODS, embracing all the new designs, kept ou hand and made to order. PERFECT FIT GUARANTEED. PRICES LOWER THAN EVER BEFORE Spruce Street, between Fifth and Sixth. THE CASINO BILLTAED HALL, DALY & GRACE, Proprietors. -SUPERIOR BILLIARD andPOOL TABLES. Bar Stocked with the Finest of Liquors. A QUIET AND ORDERLY RESORT Where gentlemen will receive courteous treatment at all times and where they will always be welcome. Our billiard and pool hall .j is not surpassed in the city and lovers of these games can be accommodated at all times. 'No, Paul, 1 want a mind to worship as vxii as a heart to love. Ha, they say I am growing old. Oldl I was old a score of years ago. This hand is fleshless and wrinkled, and as I write it moves tremulously over the paper. True, it was not so'twenty years ago, nor were my eyes dimmed and de fpoiled of their youthful luster; my step was firm, my head erect, my hair as glossy as when my mother bade me her last, dying farewell. All these I had yet I was old. My life was gone; 1 only existed. Twenty years long, dreary years! And a3 I look back upon the thorny, uneven path, naught but mock ing shadows, stretching their huge black bodies across the way, appear to my view. Did I .say naught? No. One star one bright, refulgent star at length penetrated the gloom of my pathway and drove away tho shadows that haunted me. There yonder by the window she stands. Oh. how like another! She is no longer a child that 1 may dandle on my knee. She. is a woman now, and 1 smoothed with careful hand her path way and watched with fluttering heart her progress. She stands there by the window gazing out upon the bleak, snow filled street, and ever and anou as some half frozen, famishing wretch staggers by, a suppressed sigh, a whispered prayer escapes her hps. It is fast growing dark, and tho street lamps shed their flickering rays through the storm; still she stands there. The wind rages and howls through the street, as if in mad joj at the misery and woe it was sending to many a poor abode; and she knows not how very like that night it is, that night when first she breathed the air of heaven. As that fearful night rolls back upon my mem ory i can witn aiincuny Keep duck a struggling tear. And that night was just twenty years ago. Little did I think when m the first bright UU8U or manhood j slionia ever witness such a scene; little did I know what woe, what despair was iu store for me ana tot her, long dead, as in our youthful love we sat by that purling brook, and revelled m our "castles in Spain." Ah, those were happy hours, alas, I fear too happy. The events of yesterday have fled from my remem brance; but that evening, that last In dian summer evening, so full of joy and promise, remains iu letters ineffable. How beautiful I thought she looked as I gazed upon her that memorable even ing that evening which must see us part, she to return to the wild whirl of city life, I to resume my studies at col lege. Darae Fortune had not fondled me aa she had most of my classmates; vacations were not for me opportunities to throw asido the mental cares of stu dent life' and ramble unrestrained through the country or revel in the daz zling delights of Newport and Saratoga. vvnn vacation came new cares,, new duties. 1 must spend it in some obscure district school house eking out a few aouars to Dear mv expenses at college for the rest of the year. But I did all this with a willing, cheerful heart. Am bition had whispered a sweet tale in lin ear and heaped up before my eager ayes mvaiuaoio rewaros lor an this ton. It was in the autumn of 18 , and the vacation fast coming to a close, I began to see the end pfmy intercourse with thirty or forty dirtjrj saucy ragamuffins with no small joy. I received my forty dollars for" three months' hard labor, and on tne morrow was to return to college. As the evening came I took my last walk to the babbling trout brook, and seating myself on the broad, smooth rock close down by the water's edge, 1 waited to bid a farewell to tho mistress of yon der summer villa. As I sat there on that rock and gazed half sadly in the calm water, what a tide of sweet mem ories swept o'er me! It was on this very spot only three little months first saw her. On that well remembered evening 1 r6at there on that same rock reading the closing chapters of the "Life ofThomas Jefferson," and my meditations were in perfect unison with their spirit. They were thoughts of greatness, of honors; thoughts of good to bo done, of hopes to be realized, of a name to bequeath. Both reading and meditation were broken off, however, by the approach of a footstep. I looked up and saw on tho opposite bank some rods above me a person I had heard much concerning from the vil lagers, but never before seem They all spoke much of a certain rich man, who in the summer months came from the great city with his family and occupied the little cottageyonder among the trees. And I had heard, too, of this rich man's daughter, so beautiful, so kind, so stately. This was she then. But I was unnoticed, and she continued arranging a littlo bouquet of wild flowers to glad 's sickroom, I supposed, ago that 1 racea ooy, ana aitogetner i- auum whether one of my own scholars would have known me. I had been reading quite diligently, as I thought, for a half hour, when, suddenly possessed of a ra tional thought, I gave a rational glance at my book and found it upside down. But I discovered I could comprehend and appreciate the page so as well as any way, for my mind was not there; it was off yonder among the trees .aid pretty decidedly intoxicated. As often in a storm at sea there sud denly comes a still, dead calm .for a mo ment, and then the wind and, waves contended again, so frequently a calm thought displaces the contention: of the mind and then is gone. For a moment Hooked upon myself with a rational, mortal eye and had not an ever benefi cent Providence made it a physical im possibility, I should have been sorely tempted to kick myself. I had ever con sidered myself, and been so considered by others, a, pious hater of that wildcat nature which induces young ladies to' marry their father's, coachman, and young .men to .shoot themselves, or im- .-j merse their precious bodies deep in some unfathomable abyss. And now that I should change my nature for this unnamable nature flashed upon me as so strangely maniacal or idiotic that 1 shut my book a little se verely and hastily turned away. But I had not taken three steps when by some mysterious fatality 1 saw that same white dress, jockey cap and blue rib bons stealing along this side the stream Strange! "Whom the gods wish to de stroy they first make mad." It is a ven erable saying and must be true, for no sooner did my ej'es reach that white dress and bluo ribbon than my legs bore me back to tho rock, and l began to read most laboriously. To record how minutely each day's progress in the road (oh, rosy road!; of love, to repeat our wild conversations, to speak of the strange, new life I felt within me, how she fed the fire of my ambition, how I stood for hours like a lovesick Egyptian mummy and gazed and gazed at lier tall, queenly figure to re cord all this, 1 say, would but cause on your part a contemptuous smile at an old man's weakness, and on mine a twinge of a too retentive memory. Let it suffice, then, to know that before a week was gono we spoke; before a mouth we loved and were plighted, and now after three months, each passing day giving increase to our love, came the evening when we must part. I suppose all loves, especially printed ones, must endure partings, and any one possessed of sufficient patience to read a thousandth part qf the love stones written, will find a parting an essential ingredient in each. It would be there fore a thrice told tale, and to you, per-' haps stoical or platonic, a nausea, were I to record minutely the event I so well remember. Besides, the memory of it is to mo a sacred memory. But we were not boy and girl; our attachment was not a fitful outbreak of passion, the fruit of a love for romance no, itwas a strong, deep river running from heart Jo" heart, whoso current never rolled and i dashed headlong over precipices to sink- agaiii into a sluggish, muddy streamrit- ever uoweu m that steady, unwavering course, disturbed by no fears or jealous ies, and overshadowed by no clouds of doubt and suspicion. And at the parting interview, as I gazed upon her seated on that old rock, her hands lying listlessly in her.lap, her eyes fixed on the ground, and ever and anon a single truant teardrop stealing down her cheek; as, standing by her side and looking "down upon her, 1 conld hardly behevo that she was really mor tal, and more than all, that she, was mme, all mine. Then, as it at that mo ment a dark angel had swept by us, 1 started at my temerity. For a second the beauty, the wealth, the bliss of love fled away, and I was startled to see my self me. a starving, threadbare stu dent, a vagabond; no home, no family,;. no friends I was alarmed to see such a being stand by the proud, wealthy Lina Spencer, and claim her as his bride.' But then the cloud passed, my thread-, bare coat, my well worn shoes, my unpre possessing, not to say uncouth appear ance, all were forgotten, and I' was pressing this child ot rank and wealth to my poverty begotten bosom. How all this came about, how "a city belle,' already arrived at womanhood, whose -life had been passed in gay saloons and fashionable watering places; who had been the pet of an indulgent father and a silly mother till she had grown almost haughty; how this person, tho courted, the admired, the envied Lina Spencer, came to forget or conquer her pride, to descend from her exalted posi tion to give her heart, nay, her hand to me, I never questioned, nor shall I now attempt to find a cause. Enough for mo that it was so. And how conld I doubt her sincerity? At the bare intimation of forgetfulness or change of mind, when surrounded by flatterers in her father's brilliant parlors, she stretched upward her tall form, and her eyes flashed al most fiercely: 'Change! Do you know me so slight ly then? No! I .hate those brainless fools who hang about me and fawn and smile and tell me the are rich and I am beautiful, who only talk of the opera. the horrible mnrder, the late marriage. No, Paul, I want a mind to worship as well as a heart to love." Then tho fierce look faded away, and her eyes, grew so tender, so childlike. On, I was a happy man. And bo we parted. Farewell! a word that has been and most be: A Bound that makes aa linger yet f arewelfl prospect was dteMarrert TMtil would fling my Iexieem im iittaat eor- ner.t ana, in the Tinrinr f tfce old dramatist Otway howl at ptteewly Tell me wlijr, mmi Mwww.- Tho n mad'st me wfcat I aaa, trfcftaU tkespirit, .aspiring inougntsajM iitgiit fill jThat fill the happtw mm? Ak, rather, why Didst thomiot foMi a aorala aa ay fate. Base minded. IuMl'ad M te earry hardens? WbT bare I sewta'to kaew tk earse that's on me? v It tbia just dealing; Xattm? Now this was gone, and I no more re peated Otway, unless it was that pas sage a little after that:- Cn there iu woman be euch glorious faith? rSnre, all ill stories of thy sex are false! .-Q, woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man. We bad been brutes without you! Angels arc painted fair to look liko you; There's in you all that wt,beliercof heaven Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy end ovcrlasting'lore! Time did not hang heavily on my hands,- for I was full of hope, and thaS brought its joyful train. It . was now .my last year in college; but a few j months and I would bo fairly out on the ; sea of life, Commencement was over; fwas'an'A. B. 'T pocketed my "sheep-skin-'and started for the great city. ' wtiere lived well, you know. It was now -a year 6ince I had first seen her, We had made, no arrange ment on parting for any interchange of letters, as that would hardly bo tolerated bythe "hard, cruel parent " (vide daily newspapers), so 1 had neither heard from nor seen her for a long twelvemonth. But no ithonght of tho inconstancy which which she so fascinatingly scouted, en tered my brain: all was a sweet tran quility. ' 'And now I was in tho great city foi what? I could hardly give an answer. Tbtailor was first to receive a call frfgn ine, the barber next and somebodv eJMLnext. v ' ight comes on apace Ifwalked briskly along a street with taJTproud mansions on either ride till I came to "Number forty-three." 1 had ndifeme to consider how I felt, for ihe d qc "was quickly opened by a spruce ne - 1 1 A 1 , ooy, who, taKing my card, led ms inwthe parlor. Hero I had some oppor tunity to know how I felt, and found I did not feel altogether too easy. Some grat preparations seemed going on; the parlors were lighted more brilliantly thought, than ordinary occasions needed; tagre seemed to bo a great commotion servants hurrying up stairs and down xor soon tne Dell in me sieepieumeu eight, and then came a rush at the door, and she, with unsteady step, a cheek like marble, was led slowly down the wide aisle. Oh, how like leading a lamb to the sacrificial altar it seemed to me! The ceremony was hastily concluded, and the crowd began to disperse. stood at the door to take one "last, lingering look" as she passed out She saw me! For a moment she struggled with ,her strength, and I sprang for ward just in time to catch her, lifeless, in my arms, but it was not without hearing the low murmur, "Oh, Paul!" The father snatched the sweet bur den from me, and I passed out the door. Then it occurred to me how great was my loss, and, too, that not Lina Spencer, but the mercenary heart of her father had been the robber. Oh, what terri ble, burning, bitter thoughts I had then vengeance, murder, suicide! Then they softened into a strange desperation, and had they been written I might have repeated these fine lines of Proctor: No matter, I'll take my way alone, and burn away Evil or good, 1 care not, so I spread Tremendous desolation on my road: I'll be remembered as huge meteors are. By the dismay they scatter. CHAPTER IIL stairs; l uearu uisnes rattans:, occasion ally si suppressed laugh, and then a harsh oathroin antuontative lips. Presently, .however, the dcor opened, and not she entered. Instead it was a tall, gaunt sith a little round Jew eye, a very nsvisaire: one of thoso wlir "s-l- -det3nilo, and smile in such a sorf as iuocxeu tnemseives. as he entered. "Mr. Shipley?' IfJbowetl. "You will pardon my dangh- ier;ir, tor not seeing you. l recog- nizejn your name that frequently drofwHl .by my daughter in her nio- menta mental abstraction, and allow me tbtay to yon, sir, that it proves yon to. beTao.genlleinan.' ""Mrf Spencer" .vfc 1 aAiAJ4cLA i j uiu Aj.ai. porm 'clandetineatfack ment wfth-a lady of birth and wealth, and still Jess seek to lower her to his own grade." " This was too much for my keen sensi bilities. "What do you mean, sir?" I demanded. "I have no inclination to bandy words with you, sir. I have only to inform you that my daughter, whom by some foul means you attempted to entrap, but who now is thoroughly ashamed of her conduct and is equally disgusted with ypH please keep your seat, sir this evening, at eight o'clock, will be led to the altar by his honor tho Count de Vau vineanx!" Perhaps the reader thinks that here was a fine opportunity for a scene. I ,hope he is not disappointed fo know there was no scene, no raving, no pull ingi'qf hair or rending of clothes. '.'Does your daughter know, sir, that J am iu this house?" for i had heard also that the rich man's wife was an invalid. She walked on .slowly down the stream till she was nearly opposite me I thought I had never seen such a being, her dark hair hanging loose, her dark hazel eyes and complexion so fair; azd then that plain white, low necked dress ; and that jockey hat and blue ribbons; and she was so queenly, so majestic she was just my ideal. And then when she saw me she blushed so prettily, and ceasing her low warbling turned away into the grove beyond so proudly, so defiantly, that I dropped my book in the water in my eager gaze after her. The following evening found me on the same spot, but my coat was brushed, y beeta notialMd, my hair oiled, ny shave, fer I wa bo asooth CHAPTER IL I was back to my books again. My ex periences in the country had not in the least engendered a distaste "for them, as might be expected. "Love in a cottage" had never been one of my beliefs. I never could fully comprehend the blisi therein contained. Life was to me a battlefield, and as such I loved it, and my interesting relations with ft certain young lady in the great city yondMrfare a point, a purpose to the fight Like most students I had before tail oftentimes been sorely concerned about mv future station in life, and.rnerDy . 1 siiratuj forward to the bedside I might say with Dryden: Tho remnant of my tale is of a length To tire your patience, for tho years that followed were not en tirely without their events, but I pass over them all. Instead of drowning myself, 1 had amassed wealth. 1 had chased the shining dollars with the same spirit a despairing wretch takes a dose of poison. I was a'rich man and a great man, bnt oh, how I hated tho "wealth" and tho "greatness!" I could never forget that year of my youth; it hung like a ghost on my every movement. Well, 1 went to Europe, for what object-1 hardly know, unless it was to for get myself in the multitude of new sights and scenes. I was in my room iu the Hotel Beauvais, in the "proud old city" of Marseilles, "full of wealth and rich with works of art." Europe! France! She had come to Europe after her marriage; her hus band vas a-Frenchman; and I-rperhaps t was in the same country with her. I had heard but very little concerning her fate, and that was only some mti mation that the Count de Vauvinea had turned out badly, and that Spencer never received letters from daughter. But 1 took this as mer scandal and thought little of it. In France I found my old love to visit and dream over ancient things reviving the contemplation of that dead, yet ever living greatness that fills us "with 1.1 i - it uiougnis oeyonu tne reaches of our souls," and I sallied out to saunter through the older and more time worn haunts of the town. I had been visiting the moldering re- mams of a once celebrated tnumpha arch, and not far from this, wandering among the proud relics of a long aban doned Roman church, when my return r a . ing steps leu me through a narrow, r Never mind the time. We want your money. "We ai-e not running a Nancy Hanks Hardware Store, but are bound to come out ahead on our stock of HARDWARE, STOVES AND TINWARE. New Process Reliable Gasoline Stoves, warranted . for three years, Steel Ranges, Acorn Stoves and Ranges, Hoes, Rakes, Etc. C-AJKXDIElSr SEED Bring in your repair work. McGee's old stand. The only store in North Platte that no one owes. Judgb Austin. J. A. McMiciiAnr J. C. Raynor. Austin, McMichael & Raynor, CARPENTERS AND. BUILDERS. ESTIMATES CHEERFULLY FURNISHED. All Job Work Promptly, Neatly and Satisfactorily Executed. Shop oa Front Street two doors west of McDonald's Bank. "Does your daughter knoic, sir, that I am in this houe(" "She does not, nor shall she. You will please bring this interview to a close by leaving the house! Good even ing; sir!" I was in tho street again, but, oh, with rsrhat different feelings! I walked down that lighted street with heart how changed from that it was an hour ago! On the oppoaide side, some blocks below "Number forty-three," was a large church, with carriages and people before the door, and on inquiring its cause I was told of tho marriage of a certain rich man's daugher to a foreign nobleman a counts I entered with others', and patiently waited the arrival of the bride and her notile bridegroom. Counts were not so pteftiy then as now, and for a foreign ,n to deign to take a republican ,was quite an event in fashionable The body of the house was full. maidens and envious mammas ot kept waitine Ions, however. D PRICES rtA2lfl.Bakin dwder The only Pure Cream of Tartar Powler.No Ammonia; No Alum, -i Used in -Millions of Homeib Years the Standard; winding street. Many parts of it were so filthy and loathsome that I almost feared the contagion of some disease, and surely jn this dark spot the dagger of the assassin might natnrallv be looked for. It was m this place, and engaged in reflections natural to it. that I was startled, almost alarmed, by tho shrill cry oi a iemaie voice sne nerseir, a ragged, dirty, gypsy looking woman, running out into the street from a door quite near me. "Mon Dieul Mon Dieu! Ello est follel" she exclaimed,'kastening up to me; andthenperceiving'thatlwas a foreigner she continued, "Anglais! Anglais! and half drew me in the door. r i i-i . . oureiy i ao poz icnow how many flights of stair3 we climbed up before wo came to a little green door without latch or panel, but we came to such a one, and the gypsy woman cautiously opened it. The whole apartment could be com prehended in all its parts in one glance, for certainly it was not more than ten feet square, and much less that in height. But the most noticable annur- tenance of the apartment was a low rag i i covered neu m one corner, and as the door creaked behind us, a form started up -wildly from it, and looked at me with a terrible, unearthly stare. She was a very, very beautiful woman. Her face was as cold and colorless as a block of marble; her jet hair hung loosely and wildly about her shoulders, and her ayes, oh, hew bright, how glaring they were! It might have been a minute that we stood thus gazing at each other. At last I took a step toward her and addressed her kindly In English, when' she raised herself yet higher, and giving her white bare arm that repulsive swing she exclaimed, "Away! awayt Thou art some fiend come here to taunt me for my ingratitude! Away! awayl" Then, as if overcome, she slowly sank back on her pillow. But that voice! In an instant all the labor of years was lost; that great fabric of insensibility I had built about me was thrown to the ground. I was no longer a cold, haughty business man, but a youth a lover. The impulses of the heart, long bound down, suddenly burst thvir bonds and sprang into a new life. For years mind had been the pilot of my craft it had been a wise and faithful pilot but it never smiled, never told me of hope, of love, of heaven only gold, gold, gold. But its rule was at an end. I sprang forward to the bedside and involuntari ly muTOiured, "The Countess de Vau vineaux!" "That name? Who spoke 'that name?" She started up and glared almost fiercely at me. I could not move nor speak only stand and gaze in turn. And now j a-ternble storm suddenly burst forth, i - -- - X V - Charges Against a Minister. 'The bitterness of M. Tricoupis.'' IL Deschamps remarks, "his fatal ardor for work, his tragic and fatigued air, fill the Greeks with stupefaction. It seems to them his conception of life is strange. and that he must have learned those ways in morose latitudes where the sun never shines." When I was in Athens some j-ears ago, the most serious charges against the prime minister I was able to seize were the extensiveness of his col- ars and cuffs, which were found an Eng lish exaggeration; his bolt uprightness and his habit of speaking without gestic- nlatiti'' n l'aTiwbiisA. thn ftrvotra aa if to heighten the awful soleaity of bitterly add. Westakster Review, the scene within. I cannot attesjptjlo describe it. ine tnunUer eeTIleor to shake the house from its foundations the wind and ram, as if in fiendish mockery, beat against the single win dow, and anon a flash of vivid lightning lit up the dingy apartment Stall nei ther of its occupants moved. At length tue wiiu, unearthly glare or her eye seemed to die away. I draw nearer1 saw a tear. "Lina!" "Paull" She was in my arms. ' It is ten minutes since I wrote the last line. I could not hold my pea pardon my weakness it is many, many years ago, but as 1 recall that scene I cannot keep back my struggling tears. But wept then, and she oh, heaven, spare me from ever hearing such sobs again I cannot lengthen this scene; I cannot write how many times she besought my forgiveness; how tearfully she told jne that she became the Countesa de Van vineaux not from her own free will, and much less can I write how joyfully forgot all, yet how full of sadness and amazement at finding her in this wretch ed garret. But she bade me to ask no questions, only pointing with a thin, wan band to a blotted, tear stained paper on a little wooden table near the bed. From this I afterward learned the sad cause. Alas! poor girl, she found herself the wife of a libertine; she had learned too well that tho Frenchman loves his mis tress, not his wife. Sickened with her life she left his roof scarce a year be fore that terrible night Too proud to return to her father, she had sought to support life with her own frail hands. and that attempt had brought her to this. This paper she had requested her woman to mail for America, addressed to "William Spencer, Esq.," etc But I knew none of this when 1 stood beside her there, and my feelings were a strange mixtures-pity, remorse, joy. love, wonderment. I saw her strength was fast failing; her eyes were growing dim, her lips turned to ashen, and I rested her head softly on my breast. Suddenly ghe started up and pointed to a distant cor ner of the room. 1 looked. 'Twaa a a child a babe in the old gypsy's arms. " lis his, i'aul mine, Fanl! Will you be a father to it? Bring it here noor child; sweet child!" It was laid upon her bosom. She smiled, closed her eves. ana tnus sue died. Lima was dead! would be a father to her child. She no longer stands by the -window gazing out upon the storm. She has drawn close the curtain and now sits by the cheerful grate yonder and ever and" anon casts a wondering glance at me. She wonders what 1 should be so long writing. And that is Lina's child. She little knows that 1 have been recording her mother's sad fate; sho little knows of her father's ignominious death only that I call her daughter and this is her home. And now she has stolen up to me, and placing her fair white arms about my neck, whispers to me so sweet ly earnest, "Haven't you written enough, tatherr" Mow can I resist as she leans over and kisses this old, wrinkled fore head? Down goes my pen. THE END. 1 Tlio Canadian Ten Cent Piece. The Canadian silver ten cent piece. which used to be worked upon the un wary at all ferry offices, railway sta tions and like places in New York, seems almost entirely to have disappeared. Even the street car conductors no longer keep a choice selection of these coins in a special pocket for the benefit of nearsighted men and undiscriminating women. The coin would pass with tne utmost easo now, as in device, weitat and size it is nearer the new dime than the old. New York Sun. PROVIDENCE. fc'omov.-hera underneath tho sky. While the summer winds pass by. Fed by sunshine, soil and rain. Springs and grows the ripeninj grata That with wl atcii bread shall feed Thee and thino in time. 9t need. While thou toilcst heavy hearted, As it hope and thou were parted. Soma Btout hand the farrows made. And the seed within them laid. And some watchful eye took care Lest from out the earth or air Weed or winged or creeping creaturs To the toil should bring defeature. God and man the wheat have tended. And from drought and delugo 'fended. By some river, never still. Stands the dusty, hurryinc mill That shall grind thy grain to flour. Waiting now the day and hour. Somewhere ship and train an keeping Room for it. While thou art sleeping Thqy may bring their freight a-nlgh the. But thy own will not pass by thes is it well to sigh and fret When God's work meaill ire h Each at his own task for thee And his messengers will -bo All so fleet and free, transmitting Treasure for thy benefiting? Naught can hinder or evade him Sun, earth, seas, ho has to aid him. Illustrated Christian Weekly. rials Jenny Llsd's Temper. A Boston woman, whose name is not printed,. 13 reported to have taken siug ing lessons of Jenny land a good many years ago and to have found the Swedish nightingale a great scold. Her temper at this time was such that she would often fly into a great rage, and her hus band would have to entice her out of th' room to soothe her, after which she would come back with affability drawn over her wrath so oppressive in her courtesy that the student. hardly dared to breathe for fear of starting her off again. The American confessed that she spent more of her lesson hours crying than singing, and added: "Her reprimands were often personal. She would look at me ajid ejaculate, 'Oh, you look so ugly when you sing!' It was impossible.to re sist apologizing for one's appearance when she spoke like that, and that threw her into a new rage." Mahogany Tree. Drinking the Health. Drinking one's health is tho custom the world over, and the toasts of all nations are practically the same. The "avotre santo" of the Frenchman is the same to all intents and purposes as the "alia sa lute" of the Italian and the "Your good health" of the American. But in the United States we have innumerable ex pressions of good will over tho cups such, for instance, as "My regards," which is eastern; "Here's how," which is western; "I look to des you, sir," which is southern, or "Here's my pious," meaning "my pious regards." Other Americanisms are "Good luck," "I'm looking at you," "Here's vour eva " TUl we meet again." "Hanwdnrs" "May your shadow never arrow ls Vt New York Tribune. A Sacred Fruit. One of the most curious species of mown fruit is tho "h'olv or sacred cit ron of tho Jews. Its virtnes ar InnWl to the skies, and it is celebratpd in Tot- end, romance, poetry and son'-, ami yet it appears that it is -never ea ten. It is known m most all oriental connirip but appears to Ve most highly esteemed by the Moorish Jews of Tunis and Mo rocco. On the streets of the last n.inil city it is sold at about 8 cents per fruit. These fruits are generally purchased by bands of roving pilarrims. the memlxra of religious processions and Jewish priests. When one of these sacred cirronffrall into the hands of a priest, he takes it to the synagogue, where it is knt to i. used in some emblematic rite during the tone of the great feast of the tabernacles. Not only iu oriental countries are these holy fruits known and esteemed, bnt in Germany, Russia, France, Spain and ia England. They are urobabl-ir nwi American J ewish synagogues to some ex tent, but SUCh USe WOUld be nwvxjaariW limited. In England, so I am informed, good specimens of holy citrons bring as much as 50 Bhillimrs furh - cAAae whole companies which make thwV . A . w li portanon a "side line. The use of this unique fruit is supposed to be derived from the injunction con tained in the twenty-third chapter of the book of Leviticus. Exchange. A belt is in use at a large elevator on west which, it is claimed, has a surface W1J reec per aim te ""'- yjuxij wag oi IB feet ( Mr Si