Plattsmouth weekly journal. (Plattsmouth, Neb.) 1881-1901, August 02, 1894, Image 7
5 ,J V ) 1 p.?.ttsmoulh Journal C W. KHEKUAM. Fatlta-r. 1'iAlTbMOVTIL JiKBRASITA. AT TH END O' TH' ROAD. I u bora way back at th end o' th' road. Twas there my remembrance of taints fink was. An there I lived, played, worked an' growod. Jes natural like an' jes because I lived At th' end o' th' road. At th' end o' th' road 'twas much th' same This day or that except 'twas play When up from th' turnpike some one came. An' jes as lonp as they happened to stay An talk. At th' end o' th' road. If I strayed away I was glad to (ret home To th' little red house, where mother an' dad An' I had a little world all our own. An' jes as good as anyone had. Out there At th' end o" the" road. Prom my attic window I've looked amazed Hour after hour at th' turnpike's line, A yellowish streak, till I grew dazed. Wondering where an In what long time I d get At th' end o' th' road. For where did they come from, th' folks that went Jogging along th' old turnpike1 An' most all strangers that I hadn't met; An' over th' hills what was It like. Somewhere. At th' end o' th' road? One day me an' ma an' dad Started off with th' old gray mare On th' longest ride I'd ever bad. An 'twas almost night when we got there, I thought. At th' end o' th' road. "When I got up next day an' see The road still winding, winding down. Twas th' biggest world. It seemed to me. From where th' end was, through our town Vp home. At th' end o' th' road. I've traveled that road now many a year. An I've found some good an' found soma bad: Borne up hill an' down, an' I'm not clear If I will be sorry or I will be glad To get At th' end o' th' road. Walter M. Hazeltine. in Good Housekeep ing UNDER STRESS. How an Urgent Suitor Won Widow in a Railway Train. The Comtesse de Moncley who will soon change her name, as you Khali eee is one of the most delicious wid ows imaginable, and also one of the cleverest I have ever met. From the very first day she knew precisely how to avoid any exaggeration that could be considered bad taste in the expres sion of her sorrow, without falling into the other extreme and making those who saw her in her widow's weeds think she must wear red satin under her crape. Early in April she had quietly left her Paris apartment, where no male visitor had set foot since her husband's death, and it was only by accident that, a week later, I discovered the ad dress she had so carefully concealed from everyone. It was "Sycamore Villa, Chantilly." On the first of May there might have been seen to ar rive at a little bit of a house, situated at a convenient distance from Syca more villa, several trunks, an English cart and pony, a saddle-horse, a buil terrier, two servants, and a man bor dering on thirty. That man was my self. I hasten to add that, in this circum stance, I acted solely at my own risk and peril, without any authorization, anv riirht whatever, and with no j o other motive than my love my profound love to prompt me to hope that my change of domi cile would not be a dead loss. Ah, well nothing venture, nothing win. And what did I venture? The salon, the May fetes, the Grand Prix, the mob in the Alle des Poteaux. a few balls what were they in comparison with the charms of a most attractive neighborhood? I have known men to cross the seas and spend fortunes to follow to the ends of the world ad venturesses whose whole body was not worth the tip of Mme. de Moncley's little finger. Clarisse's pretty anger when I pre sented myself at her house, on the day of my arrival, was my first delightful recompense. In spite of her grand air, I saw that she was touched, and I doubt if ever lover experienced so much pleasure in being- shown the door by a pretty woman. She took her time about it, too. and only pushed me into the street after a regulation philippic, to which I listened very humbly, replj-ing only so much as was necessary to lengthen the lecture, which concluded in these words: "And now you will do me the favor to return to Paris. The train leasts in an hour." "An hour!" I objected, timidly. That is hardly time to ship two horses and a carriage and throw up a lease " "What is this!" she cried. "A lease! You have presumed to go, sir! AY hat audacity! A lease! And, if j-ou please, where Is your house?" "A long distance from here," I has tened to reply; "at the other end of the forest. I am sure it must have taken me fully three-quarters of an hour to come here." To be precise, it had taken me about five minutes. "To think," she exclaimed, "what a poor woman, deprived of her protector, is exposed to! You would not have dared to do this if my husband were still alive. And to think that he con sidered 30U his best friend! Poor Charles'." "I'.e has never had any cause to com plain," I murmured. "Let us talk to gether of him." "Never!" "Then let us talk of ourselves, that will be better still." This suggestion shocked her so that it took me a long time to calm her. Finally, she did not wish to let me go without having sworn never to set foot in her house again. It is needless to toay that it took half an hour to per- tip a pot of gold dust, buried there a I f-Q e , snade me to make this promise which I broke the next morning and as often as possible. I pass over the months that fol lowed, merely declaring- that in this rale of tears there is no more happy lot than that of such an unhappy lover as I was. Clarisse hadthe most ador able way of annihilating- me with a look from her blue eyes e3es that were intended for quite another pur pose than annihilating- whenever she saw that I was g-oing- to fall on my knees before her, and I must confess she taw it at least ten times during every visit I made her, still in despite of her express prohibition. And when I so far forg-ot myself as to tell her, if the intent were as pood as the deed, the late lamented ought to have a heavy grudge against "his best friend." seeing that I had loved his wife madly from the very first. "Not another word," she would say, severely; "you blaspheme against friendship. Poor Charles!" And her white, dimpled hand would pitilessly stop my mouth, to that, if I had followed my inclination, I would have blasphemed from morning- till night like the worst traitor to friend ship in the world. The day she left off crape, I profited by the occasion naturally enough, it seems to me to propose myself in set terms as a candidate to succeed poor Charles. That evening- it was a June evening-, and the acacias made thn most of the power which certain vege tables possess of intoxicating- one with their perfume that evening-, her hand did not stop my mouth at all, it reached for the bell. Clarisse did not threaten, this time; she acted. I saw that I was on the point of being- put out by her servants who consisted of an old woman -who had been her nurse and whom I could have bowled over with a breath. However, it was no time for airy persiflage. Without waiting- for Nancy to seize me by the collar, I took my hat and fled. When day broke, I had not closed my eyes; not that the situation seemed desperate, for I had learned to read Clarisse's eyes. But, all night long-, I had repeated over and over again to m3'self : "Heaven grant that the little hotel in the Avenue Friedland is still for sale! We would ba so comfortable there." In spite of this. I was no further ad vanced when September came, the last month of my lease. I was no longer shown the door when I suggested my candidacy, but Clarisse assumed a bored air and calmly talked of some thing else. Between ourselves, I would rather she rang- the bell, for I divined that she was thinking-: "My dear friend, you do not dis please me; quite the contrary. But you must confess that, in the solitude of Chantilly I have scarcely had oppor tunity to enjoy my widowhood. Let me see if it is really worthy of its rep utation. In a year or two we can talk of your affair." In a year or two! Pretty and charming- as she was, Clarisse would have a score of adorers around her, and ador ers around the woman one wants to marry are like flies in milk they may do' no great harm, but they certainly do not improve the milk. Early in September Mme. de Monc ley informed me one day that she was g-oing- to Paris on the morrow to have a look at her apartment. "I sincerely hope," she added, in a severe tone, "that you do not think of accompanying- me." "How can you sugg-est such a thing?" said I, with apparent submission. "You leave at " "At eight in the evening, as I do not wish to be seen. I shall send .Nancy in the afternoon to prepare mv room. Ah, poor Paris!"' She no longer said "Poor Charles!" 1 admit that this "Poor Paris!" made me much more uneasy. The next evening, at eight o'clock, the doors of the express train, which stops hardly a minute, were already close. Clarisse had not appeared. She reached the station just as the bell rang. "Quick, hurry up, madame!" cried the railroad official. "Hurry!" I repeated, opening- a com partment at random and helping her in. But. instead of getting- in, she fell back, almost fainting-. In my arms. Here is what she had seen, and what I, too, had seen over her shoulder: The seats of the compartment were unoccu pied, and three men, perched like monkeys on the backs of the seats, held to their shoulders three guns. whereof the barrels shone in the lamp light like cannons. One of them, as we opened the door, had shouted in a terrible voice: "Don't come in. for " I had closed the door so quickly that we had not heard th; end of the sen tence. Then Clarisse and I bundled ourselves into the next compartment without quite knowing- what we were doing. The train was already under way. We were alone. Mme. de Moncley seemed half dead with fear, and I must confess I was violently shaken. "Did j-ou see them?" she cried. "What can be happening in that com partment? They are going to fight to kill each other! AYhat terrible trag edy is to be enacted right beside us?" "I don't understand it at all," I re plied. "Only one explanation seems possible to me. They are hunters who have suddenly gone crazy. Other wise, why should they climb upon the i seats? If they siniplv wanted to kill 1 each other, thev could do it without all that gyinna gymnastics. "No." suggested Clarisse, "it is some dreadful American kind of duel. In such a case, it seems, they climb up on anything they can find. But why didn't they stop them at Chantilly?" "The train itself scarcely stopped here." "Did vou hear how they called out 'Don't come in!'? The wretches, they don t want to tie disturbed while they are killing themselves. Goodness". Just listen!" The fusillade had commenced right beside us. Several gun-shots had sounded, dominated by a shrill piercing- cry, which still riis In my ears. on on perate Then a deathly silence ensued: they" were all dead, however bad shots they might have been. Though we were making about fifty miles an hour at the time, I made ready to get out upon the step and find out what was goirjg on in our neigh bors compartment. As I lowered the window two arms seized mc and a voice broken with anguish but which sounded very sweet, just the same gasped behind me: "Philip, if vou love me, do not go! They will kill you!" It was precisely like the fourth act of "The Huguenots," except that my name is not RaouL I saw the advantage of my situation, and I resolved to profit by it- I profited by it so well that, after a dialogue too intimate to be repeated here, I was in a position to sing if I had had a voice. which I haven't: "Thou-on ha ast said it." For she bad said it. Foor Charles was distanced now. She had said the sweet words: "I love j-ou." A prey to emotions bordering on the hysterical, Clarisse sobbed and clung to me with all her strength, though I had not the faintest desire to intrude on the massacre next door. They could kill themselves at their ease. Let every man tend to his own affair. As for me, I was very much occupied just then. That is why, early the next morning, I hurried to my lawyer tosp?ak to him about the little hotel in the Avenue Friedland, which was still for sale, but, thank fortune, is now no longer in the market. Decorators and fur nishers are at work in it, and when January comes, you will see it occu pied by a certain young couple that I know of. But let us not anticipate. When the train pulled into the city, my compan ion and I had quite forgotten our neighbors, or what was left of them; but now the authorities must be in formed and the bodies removed. I had jumped out, and was looking about for a tergeant de tuU, when I beheld the door of the famous compartment open and the three hunters calmly descend from it, carrying, rolled up in a rug, an inert mass which looked as if it might be the body of a young child. Without an instant's hesitation, I seized one of the assassins by the col lar. "Scoundrel!" 1 cried. "What have you got in that rug?" "Don't make such a row," he replied, "or we'll have a hundred people at our backs. It is only my poor dog. " "Dog!" I repeated, indignant at the man's coolness. "Come, come, you cannot deceive me, I saw it all." My captive, whom I still held by the collar, opened a corner of the rug and showed me a setter's muzzle, with flecks of foam ou it dappled with blood. I dropped my hold on the man's collar in the greatest confusion. "Ileally, I scarcely know how to apologize," 1 said. "But, frankly, it is not astonishing that I should have been deceived three men crouching on the seats of the carriage and shoot ing" "Still, the explanation is verj- simple. My dog was bitten three weeks ago. I had the wound cauterized, and thought the animal was saved. We had been hunting all day near Creil, but, no sooner were we on the train than hydrophobia developed and the animal began to snap at us. To at tempt to put the beast out was to tempt death, and there was nothing for it but for us to climb up on the seats and shoot the dog. We were not able to do so until after we left Chan tilly, for the poor brute had taken refuge under the seat. Finally, by calling it, I persuaded it to put its head out. and then we shot it. I tell you. it s a trip l snail not soon lorgei. "Nor shall I," I replied, and I re joined Clarisse, who was waiting for me at a little distance and whose curi osity was vastly excited to see me thus politely take leave of the assassins. "Well, then." she said, making a lit tle face when I had told her the story, that doesn't count. I take back what I said." But at the same time she softly squeezed my arm with her own. and I saw in her eves that "that" did "count." From the French of Leon de Tinseau, in San Francisco Argonaut. A PUZZLED WAITER. Sad Kesult of Attempting to Speak m I-angaa;;e He Uidn't Know. A correspondent who has returned from the Antwerp exhibition, narrates an adventure which befell two English men there. He says: "Two very pre sentable, well-dressed centlemen, who bore the stamp of Englishmen in face, figure, clothes and easy-going air, en tered the restaurant where I was sit ting, and one of them called out in self-confident tones, which could be heard easily at the neighboring tables, what undoubtedly intended to be 'Garcon! Deux bocks,' but which sounded: 'Gassong! too bo.' 'Oui, mon sieur,' replied the waiter, as he rushed into the inner room. "The two gentlemen engaged in ami cable conversation over the table for about five minutes, when it struck them that the waiter was a long time with their beer. 'Gassong!' was again shouted. 'Oui, monsieur,' answered the waiter. 'Lay too do, si voo play. Oui, monsieur, tout do suite,' replied the Belgian, and once more rushed into the other apartment. Again the two Eng lishmen engaged in conversation for five or six minutes, and again one of them shouted indignantly: 'Gassong! lay too bo!' "The waiter rushed behind the scenes with more violence than ever, and in two minutes returned with a triumph ant face to place before the astonished visitors tvo plates of boiled turbot. They looked at the man and next at the fish and then, with the help mo- of signs than of words, managed txj explain to the waiter that they wanted beer bocks not turbot. The situa tion was an embarrassing one for all concerned, and I could not help think ing that something should be done at home to prevent ray company abroad meeting with such inconveniences." London Telegraph. Satur - had absconded "wTthl rth-eir- fundsTT -n'"V" $4 80. The "commo- rver coiamii . 3 ! .....-) . : r their amountine to PERSONAL AND LITERARY. A man there was and they called him mad; the more he gave, the more he had. Bunyan. The country home of Miss Margot Tennant (now Mrs. Asquith), and her sisters used to be known among the men who were entertained there as "Chateau Margot." The young ladies exceled in walking on stilts. When Earl Ferras had been con victed of murder, great efforts were made to obtain a pardon, on the ground that he was insane. His mother being applied to, and requested to write a strong letter on the subject, answered: "Well, but if I do, how am I to marry off my daughters." The engagement of M. Ernest Car not, the second son of the assassinated French president.to Mile. Chiris,daugh ter of the senator of the Alpes-Mari-times department, is announced. Presi dent Carnot had two other sons, Sadi, an officer of infantry, and Francois, a pupil engineer in the Ecole Centrale, at Paris. In Kansas there is a woman who has a forty-three-year record in news paper work, and she is only fifty-five now. She is Mrs. N. E. Bronston. of Atchison. She began her extended journalistic career in her father's office in Newport, Ky., and since then has been connected with half a dozen Kan has papers. Eider Haggard has been suggesting that journalism ought to be controled by regulations modeled on those which govern the clerical, legal and medical professions. Before becoming a jour nalist a man ought to subscribe to thirt3'-nine or more articles and puss an examination. In the meantime a few journalists might be made, while a lot of good newspaper men would be starving to death. Mrs. Zulme E. Hearsey, of Baton Rouge, La., is one of the most success ful business women in the state. After the close of the war, her husband be ing an invalid, Mrs. Hearsey opened a large book-store, which at once sprung into popular favor, and to-day is the recognized headquarters for all stand ard publications, as well as the rendezvous of all book-lovers and lit terateurs. She employs a force of thirt3 newsboys. She also manages a large floriculture trade. Eev. John Jasper, of Richmond, Va., the most noted of all slave preach ers, is now over eighty years old, and believes as firmly as he did in 1S78, when his famous sermon was preached, that "The Sun Do Move." He recent ly gave an outline of that celebrated discourse, which, he says, was com posed in order to set at rest some doubts which had arisen in the mind of a young member of his flock. The royalties of Europe patronize the bicycle with as much energy as the boys of America. The king of the Bel gians exercises upon one daily, little Queen Wilhelmina rides one when she is at her castle of Het Loo, and the czarowitz, Princes Waldemar and Carl of Denmark and Princes George and Nicolas of Greece are all cyclists. The bicycle of the khedive of Egypt is a gorgeous machine, almost completely covered with silver plating. Harper's Bazar. HUMOROUS. Lncie "Well, Walter. I suppose you are pretty busy now?" W alter "No, not very. You see vacation hasn't begun 3-et." Inter Ocean. Edith "I am so glad, papa, that auntie gave me a pra3-er book for all my own, so now 1 can say my prayers without costing a single cent." New port Daily News. Lawyer "It is true that my client called the plaintiff an ox; but con sidering the present high price of beef, I do not consider that a very great in 6ult." Fliegende Blatter. "Whur ye bin?"' said Meandering Mike. "Lookin' fur work." replied Plodding Tete. "Well, you wanter look out. Yer idle curiosity'll be the ruination of ye. yit." Washington Star. "Do you believe in woman's rights?" she asked the shoe-dealer. "You bet 1 do!" was the reply. "And in woman's lefts, too; and I've got 'em for two do! lars and fifty cents a pair." Browning, King & Co.'s Monthly. Berkeley Place "Hard luck, old man. On what grounds did Miss Hites reject you?" Jack II ill man (absently) "Why it was on the trescent c.uo grounds at Bay Ridge last Saturday." Brooklyn Life. He (haying nothing better to say) "Do you approve of short courtships?" She "Yes; but not too short. I have onl3 known 3-ou a week but. after all, what does it matter? Speak to mother, and I guess it will be all right." N. Y. Press. "Talk about lawyers," said the en thusiastic man. "there are might j- few of them can hold a candle to old man Greathead. Why, that man has legal knowledge by the barrel." "By the barrel?" exclaimed the cheerful idiot "I always thought he sold it by the case." Indianapolis Journal. Country Living. "The country's all right," said the housewife from the city, who had been used to ice boxes, cool cellars and that sort, "but you can't keep anything." "You can keep warm, can't you?" inquired the man. who hadn't any summer residence prop erty for sale. Detroit Iree Press. Hicks "I won ten dollars of Kirby on a bet that the Eccentric Kod would print a column article of my composi tier " Wicks "You don't mean to say that the Eccentric Kod actually print ed it?"' Hicks "Yes: you see I took the precaution to use up the whole col nmu in praise of its Sunday edition.' Boston Tianscript. When the train made its first stop after leaing home, Mr. Simpkins, who had been in a brown study for several minute raised his eyes, which had trouble? look in them, and remarked "My datr, are you sure we haven't for- eotten ijnythiDg? Of course we haven't." responded the good lady cheet fully. "I would have thought ol it the minute the trafj started." De troit News-Tribune. ission bilked us out thn jmnronriation FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. THAT LITTLE GIRL. Z often hear folks talking, a-laughlng and a-talking About a lit He cirl who "lives not very far from here:" One" who's "extremely mussy" And 'meddlesome" and '-fussy," Who "loves to wander through the house and get things out of gear." I'm glad I'm not bo mussy And meddlesome and fussy; I oannot see why any girl can be so very queer. I've Just heard mother Joking, s-scoldmg and a Joking About a little girl who "does not live s mile away." She says she Is a "midget Made up of mostly fidget," And "from Monday until Sunday she does nothing else but play." I'm glad I'm not a "midget Made up of mostly fidget." I'm glad I'm not ao little that I cannot quiet stay. I once heard papa hinting, a-talking and a-htnte lng bout a little girl who "doesn't live up In the moon." He says she's "very silly. And her first came Isn't Billy," That she "talks the blessed morning, If SM doesn't sleep till noon." I'm triad I am not silly. Though my first name isn't Billy, And I hardly ever talk at all, and always "set tap soon." I've beard some folks complaining, a-slghlng and complaining About a little girl who lives "next door to folks they know." They say she's "very lazy," She "almost sets them crazy," fast she's always "doing nothing and doss 1 very slow." I'm glad I am not lazy, I never act folks crazy. As4 I work so very, very much I've hardly time to grow. Claude Harris, In St. Nicholas. TWO CLEVER POODLES. One S mo kod m Pipe, the Other Ban Boot-Blacking Stand. Like all representative dogs of dif ferent countries, the French poodle possesses some of the characteristics of his nation. Vivacity and quick intelli gence are the dog s most prominent traits. The brightest poodles I have ever known, says Stuart Travis, were all proteges of shopkeepers, old soldiers and the bourgeois in general. I nsed to see very often a veteran of the French wars. This old soldier had a poodle who was his pipe bearer. It was a funny sight to 6ee the dog walking gravely upright on his hind legs, and taking quick little steps to keen ud with the martial stride of the veteran. Every now and then the man would take a very black meerschaum pipe from his lips and give it to the dog. HE WOCLD FCFF A WAT WITH BF.LISH. who would take it between his teeth. brace himself and puff away with evi dent relish keeping the pipe lit until it suited his master's pleasure to smoke again himself. The weight of the pipe obliged the dog to lean very far back to keep his balance. Holding this absurd attitude in itself was no easy feat, but far more difficult was his maintaining the erect position on his hind legs so long. It did not seem to tire him, however. for I watched him several times until out of sight, and never saw him get down on his forelegs at all, like other and less accomplished dogs. Indeed, he seemed to enjoy it and to fully re alize the dignity of his official position as pipe bearer. There was, a few years ago, a boot black who had a stand on the boul- vard des Italiennes. This artist owned a large poodle, who, for professional reasons, never had his hair cut like most of his dog brothers. This remarkable dog would 6it by the stand in clear weather when business was dull, his bright eyes watching crit ically the shoes of the passers-by. If the dog saw a particularly fine thine on some dandy's boots he would dash out. and. before the astonished pedestrian knew what he was about. would ruin the polish with a few quick Jappin's of his large, moist tongue. Then in half apologetic and persua sive manner he would try to drag by the coat-tails his victim towards his master's stand, so as to have his boots shined over airain. He never failed also to bark, to call his master's attention to the approach ing customer. This dog really conducted the whole business. Curiously, if the weather was bad and the streets wet, and there were consequently shoes in plenty to shine, he would not resort to these ex treme measures. Boston Globe. MOUSE AND LION. They Scared Each Other In Turn Until the Little Animal Escaped. One day a keeper wishing to test the affection popularly supposed to exist be tween a Hon and a mouse put a mouse in the cage of a full-grown Nubian lion, says McClurc's Magazine. The lion saw the mouse before he was fairly through the bars, and was after him instantly. Away went the little fel low, scurrying across the floor and squeaking in fright. When he had gone about ten feet the lion sprang, lighting1 a littlo in front of him. The mouse turned, and the lion sprang again. wasiven' a year's sentence to" the 1 Thursday shaking bands with TneoCH, penitentiary, over to the penitentiary and boarded a west-bound 13. & SI. of it be- This was repeated several tlaiea, thai mouse traversing a shorter dlstanoe after each spring of the lion. It was demonstrated that a lion is too Quick for a mouse, at least in a large cage. Finally, the mouse stood still, squeal ing and trembling. The Hon stood over, studying him with interest. Presently he shot out his big paw and brought it down directly on tie mouse, but so gently that the mouse was not injured in the least, though held fast between the claws. Then the lion played with him in the most extraordinary way, now lifting his paw and lettint? the mouse run a few inches, and then stop ping him again as before. Suddenly the mou.se changed his tactics, and, in stead of running when the lion lifted his paw, sprang into the air straight at the lion's head. The lion, terrified, gave a great leap back, striking the bars with all his weight and shaking the whole floor. Then he opened his great jaws and roared and roared again, while the little mouse, stiU squealing, made his escape. Of the two the lion was the more frightened. It is a fact well known in all menageries that a mouse will frighten an elephant mora than will a locomotive. Let one appear in an elephant's stall and the elephant, his mountain of flesh quivering, his trunk lashing the air, will trumpet in abject terror; and he will not recover for hours afterward. The trainers say that what the elephant fears is that the mouse will run np his trunk. There is a tradition that a mouse really did this in one instance while an elephant was sleeping and caused the elephant such intense pain that he had to be killed. CARPENTRY FOR BOYS. A TTall Cabinet Which Can Bo Made tm a Few Hours. The illustration shows a simple and useful wall cabinet that can be made by any boy. It should be made about thirty inches long, twenty inches high and seven or eight inches deep, and below the bottom shelf the ends of the sides should project about five inches. Make the two sides first twenty-five inches long and eight inches wide. With a compass saw cut out the brack et effect at the bottom of each side, and then make two shelves twenty eight inches long and eight incbea WALL CABIXKT. wide. With these two shelves and the sides form the framework of the cabi net, and fasten it together with long steel wire nails or slim screws. Next make an upright division piece. as shown in the illustration, ana fasten it at top and bottom a distance of six or eight inches in from one end; make another shelf and fasten it a lit tle above the center, between the top and bottom shelf, making one end fast to the upright division and the other to one side of the cabinet, as the draw ing shows. Get from a carpenter a piece of cornice molding about two inches wide and long enough to go around the front and sides of the cabinet; mitre and fasten it around the top, and with, the addition of a few coats of paint the cabinet will be completed. A curtain across the front, arranged with rings so it will slide on a rod, will add greatly to the appearance. N. Y. Recorder. A LONG FAREWELL. Why Private "Ooherty Bade His Serjeant Good-By. It is said to be an old story, this of a man named Doherty, who was drilling ... . . . r W with his squaa 01 recruits in jjonaon. Doherty was nearly six feet two in height, and at that time the sergeant major was a man whose height was only five feet four. On this day he ap proached the squad looking sharply about him for some fault to find. All the men squared up except Doherty, and the sergeant-major at once accosted him. 'Head up there, man!" called he. Doherty raised his head slightly. "Up higher, sir!" The head was raised again. Then 'GOOD-BT, 6EEGEAST." the sergeant managed, by standing on his toes, to reach Doherty's chin, and he poked it higher, with the remark: That's better. Dont let me see your head down again!" By this tune everybody was interest ed at seeing Doherty staring away above the sergeant-major's head, when a voice from above said, in a rich brogue: Am I to be always like this, ser geant-major?" "Yes, sir!" "Then I'll say good-by to ye, sergeant- major, for I'll niver see yez agaia! A ?:oted Bridge. Teacher This poem refers to "The Bridge of Sighs." Do you know what bridge that is? Dull Boy Guess there ain't anything can beat the Brooklyn bridge on. sue. : Good News. ffFjt y HIPP11' IIP''