WHEN THE SONG'S CO
YOUR LIFE
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OUT OF
Tt you thought would last to tne enu.
That first tweet of of the heart,
That no aitor duys ran tend,
The song ot tbe bird to the treex.
The sons of I he wind to the flowers.
Tbe song that the heart sinirn low to itself?
When it wakes ill li e morning hours
Too can start no other song:
Not even a tremulous note
Will falter lortb on the empty air,
It dies in your whins throat.
It w all iu vain that you try.
For the spirit oi sonir in fled
The niehtinpale sings no more to the rose
When the beautiful flower is dead.
So let silence softly fall
On the bruised heart's quivering strings;
Perhaps Irons the loss of all you may learn
Tbe song that the seraph sings,
A prand and glorious psalm
Tluit will tremble and rise ar.d thrill.
And till your breast with its grateful rest,
And its lonely yearnings still.
Unidentified.
FOKLOVFS SAKE.
pie which, though often tried, bail nnymmic rrose.
never tx-iore succeeded., uue morning ne nave no means ol ascertaining
disticiniished-looking foreigner tt, thnr of thin marvelous
paused aruongthecrowdofspectators
before it. On his arm leaned a beau- j tnuslon-
tilulgirl, evidently his daughter. As j In swalhng swirl of the Boughful
it happened, a groug ot gentlemen wind, as tne gust goes gioonng dy, i
were discussing its peculiar excellen- ' Ht ky tbe bole of a bournful birch,
with a moan and soulful sigh; the
The library of Friedholf Castle was
one morning the stage of a dramatic
tableau. The count's heir and son
Norden had a few hours before mar
Tied the little peasatt girl Bromhilda
Laurenz, and had now come to ask
his father's forgiveness. Tlge count
had Ions cherished more ambitious
schemes for his son in marriage, and
his rage was furious when his daugh
ter Irmenirarde led her brother and
his young wife into the library.
Xorden's eyes quailed before the
stern look in his father's eves. For
once his gay self-confidence deserted
him he sank on his knees at his
father's feet and craved forgiveness.
The sight of this gentle young coup
le only added to the count's anger,
as lie cried:
"Forgife vou! Never! You cun go
and take your your wife with you
(Jo! Do vou hear?"
- . . . . . . - i
'Oh, father, saiu lrinengarue, j
pleadingly, "look at her. She has j
the face of an nngel. No wonder
Norden loves her."
"No, I will not look at her the
lowborn, the presuming.
But Irmengarde desisted not iu
her endeavor to make peace.
'Think of our mother," still con
tinued the soft voice. "Even as you
loved her, my brother"
"Mention not your sainted mother
in such a connection."
And, as he spoke, the count point
ed to the door, and, turning to Nor
den, said slowly and sternly:
"Go. Do not let me see your face
again."
Norden grew pale to the lips. He
had, indeed, offended beyond forgive
ness. He had his arm about Hilda.
-i'Come," he said; "we are not the
first who have perilled all for love
and have lost, liemember though,
turning again to his father, "the
fault is wholly mine, not hers, I
was deceived myself, and so have
misled her. I felt so sure of your
love and fonriveness for any act
short of a dishonorable one."
"If your idea of honor is to mingle
base blood in a pure, unsullied stream
it does not accord, witn mine sir.
And the count's lip curled in unmiu
gated scorn. "I advise you to make
new acauaintance with the code.
"I will, sir," answered Norden,
Broudlv. stung by his father s con
tempt, "and you shall not be troub
led with a eight of my face again
until I have proved my right to claim
the knowledge."
He keDt his word. Before another
month he had taken passage for him
self and Hilda in a sailing vessel
the Odin bound for America.
Then news came that Bhe had gone
down with all on board. Alas for
pride and anger! when the Death an
gel lays his cold hand upon the heart
of one we have loved, even though
estranged, to all appearances, for
ever. When the count heard of his
son's death, it Beemed to smite a
blow at th springs of his own life,
He fell as though stricken by a
heavv hand, moaning:
"My son! My son! Oh, cruel father,
to slav his own flesh and blood!"
Irmengarde ministered to him ten
derly in this boar of anguish, and
when, after a "weary, lingering illness
he once more arose from his bed, he
was a changed man. Months dragged
on, sad and interminable, all seasons
seeming alike to tbe mourning father
and sister. Then came a morning
-when the cloud was lifted in
bnrst of gladness. A cable tele-
trram in tbe morning papers an
nounced that a few survivors of the
Odin had reached America picked
Hp bj a passing vesse' -ana that
Norden and Bromhilda Friedholf were
jtmonff the names of the saved.
The next mail carried letters to the
yonng emigrants asking them
return, and conveying messages
lore and forgiveness; hut in the near
presence of death Norden's boyish im
pulsive nature had undergone a
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chance, ana ne reanzea inai n uu
failed in duty to his father, and that
be most make reparation by doing
something to atone to him for the
sorrow and anxiety he, in -his
thoughtless willfulness, bad caused
turn to sutler. So he wrote home an
earnest, manly letter, expressing his
deep happiness, and gratitude to his
fhther tor the loving recall, but say
ing that be must fulfil his resolve to
win reputation which should add
mw lastre to his time-honored iiame;
then ht would ; return and lay bis
laurels al his feet, thus earning his
TMTMflllttT.
At tkexJaiUiiofl of tnaehtasry hi
-da. CtnkM EriositJoti one re-
' ti tcnc d adsilraUon. It
.e-Edrsl lis ctetioa of a fflad.
cies, and tiieir remarks wing on tneir
own native tongue, attracted their
attention.
These Americans," said one,
"carry off the pulm everywhere for
mechanical ingenuity."
"But, said one, "tins name is not
an American one. I see not why it
should be in this particular depart
ment.
"It has a right here," was the an
swer, "lor sn t rieouon s xaient re
ceived its first impetus in this adopt
ed country, of which he has become a
naturalized citizen. '
Irmengarde for it was indeed Nor
den's sister gave a sudden start.
"Father." she whispered," did you
hear? Can it be Norden:
Just then the crowd parted
splendid looking man, in the
of life, came toward them. One look
was enough.
"Father!" "My son!" burst
ultaneously from their lips. It
indeed Norden Friedholf who
won this proud triumph, who
distanced all competitors.
"I was waiting," he said after the
first greetings were over, "to see what
treatment should be meted out to
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this child of my brain. Then, if suc
cessful, 1 was coming home to you
and Irmengarde, and to the dear old
place."
Another hour found them at Nor
den's home.
In the beautiful, dignified woman
who came forward to recieve them,
it would have been hard to recognise
the startled girl in her peasant dress,
whom Norden had intioduced to
them so suddenly as his wife on that
never-to-be-forgotteu morning, long
aero.
Hilda had come to the New tt'orld
with an ideal to attain to, as well as
Norden. It was to render herself
worthy of him, and of the proud old
a me he had Itestowed upon her, ana
she had spared no pains to accom
plished herself.
Now she was richlv rewarded; ior
in parting the nobleman kissed her
first upon one cheek, then upon me
other, saying in his courtly way:
'Good-night, my daughter, l nope
it will not be long before Norden
brings you to your rightful place as
mistress of Dora Castle. My Irmen
garde here only waits for you to
take the keys as lady chatelaine, to
leave her old father. She is betroth
ed, and will soon be married."
Bacilli on a Bald Head
Dr. Saymonne claims to ha ve isolat
ed a bacillus, called by him "bacillus
crinivorax" which is the cause of al
opecia. It is, he says, found only on
the scalp of man.other hirsute parts of
the body, and also the fur of animals
being free from it. The bacilli invade
the hair follicles and make the hair
verv brittle, so that they break off
to the skin. Then the roots them
selves are attacked. If the microbes
can be destroyed early in the disease
the vitality of the hairs may De pre
served, but after the follicles are in
vaded and all their stuctures injured
the baldness is incurable. The fol
lowing is Dr. Saymonne's remedy to
prevent baldness: Ten parts crude
cod liver oil, ten parts of the express-
mellowing mists of the eve are low,
and the frog in the dankful marsh
chirps chirpinglv sad in the ghoul-
! some doom, inaswivering voice and
harsh," "O, where is the swing of the
swoonful swish, and the voice of the
, flimflam fowl? Methinks it moans
from the mirky mold, from the home
of the hootful howl. Now swivel me
swift from the surging spring I'm
weary of world and wind; the grew
somegralk ot thejubberwok conies
jimmering to my mind: the feeble
song of the spotsome frog comes sol
emnwise, soughing slow, and ag.iin I
hear by the bournful l.irch the wail of
i wimpletl woe, w, where is me sniu;
and a of the swoonful swish, lrom the land
prime of the springful sprole? Must ths
blue mists blur on the tinker s drale,
and freight with their iraught my
soul? 1 dreamed, I dreamed of
Amelie Rives in the dim of the dank
some dark, and met bought lroile on
a moonful main in the prow of a pull
fnl bark; I wrought a rhyme as I
roamed along in the stream of the
starful gloat; I awoke at da wm in the
dimpled day, and above is the rhyme
sim
was had
had
I wrote.
ed juice of onions and five parts of Chicago Times.
mucilage or tbe yoiK oi an egg are
thoroughly shaken togetner ana tne
mixture applied to the scalp and well
rubbed in once a week. This, he as
serts, will certainly bring back the
hair if the roots are not already de
stroyed, but the applicant of the
remedv must be very distressing to
the patient s friends and neighbors.
Medical Record.
A Little Domestic Episode.
A somewhat amusing mistake is
said to have occurred at the home of
a well-known musician Mr. Max
Leckner.
It appears that a young lady visit
ing the madam of the household re
mained all night, without the knowl
edge of the musician, he being ab
sent at the time, his wife removed
the babies from the room in which
they usually slept and installed the
young lady therein.
About "gloomy midnight's cheer
less hour" the musician wended his
way homeward, and, having giiined
entrance to the house without dis
turbing any one, he went into the
room, as was his custom, where the
children had been sleeping. The ab
sence of even a glimmer of lightrather
surprised him, but he thought ho
would kiss the babies anyhow.
There was a startling denouement.
The yonng lady screamed, while the
gentleman's wife, awakened by the
clamor, shouted to her husband,
"Come out of there, quick, ft is
needless to say he came without
delay. Cincinnati Enquirer.
A Formidable Weapon.
Extreme, low water in the Mississip
pi recently unearthed an historical
relic at the ferry landing at Colum
bus, Ky., in the shape of a huge, old
fashioned columbiad, which did duty
during the late war in the- hands of
the Confederates. Those familiar
with the history of the formidable
weapon state that it played a con
spicuous part in the battto of Bel
mont, Mo., in the fall of 18(51, and
that from its lofty perch on the bluffs
above Columbus it sent many ahuge
shell screaming across the river into
Grant's army, and that it had more
to do with keeping the gunboats at
bay than all orders at the lort. The
gun is the only remaining relic of the
Confederate fortifications erected at
Columbus, Ky., thirty years ago.
Jean Ingelow at 60.
Jean Ingelow lives in an old fash
ioned, cream-colored Btone home in
Kensington, set in the midst of ex
tensive grounds, with handsome
trees and many beautiful flowers and
shrubs. At least, this is her house
in Bummer time; her lungs are not
vprv utrnncr. and in winter she oc
cupies a little cottage in the south of did
. . . . 1 . . 1 ' . l.nn
France, on tne snores oi me Mediter
ranean, covered with vines and
smothered with flowers. She is near
ly 60 now but does not look half her
age; her eyes are so bright and her
cheeks are as rosy and rounded as a
girl's. Of late years she has written
A Woman's Memory.
You never can tell what will fix it
self in a woman's memory, but most
of the time she remembers only what
she wears, says a w riter in the San
Francisco Chronicle. 1 called at the
house the other evening where sever
al ladies happened to be calling too,
and the conversation turned on op
era. Somebody said something
about Mme. Albani. M'm so
sorry" said one lady, "1 did
not hear Albani sing." "Yes, you
did," said another. "No, I couldn't
go, and was quite broken heart
ed." "Indeed, you did hear her, be
cause I was there the same night, and
1 saw you sitting in the dress circle,
and you hnd onthat pretty littlehat
with tbe pink fcather " "Oh! so I
1 remember now. Certainly!
heard Albani."
then
Jmt svwearyin" for yon,
All the time a-feelin' b ue:
U i.liin' for too. wond-nn
You II 1 comin' tome auen;
Itculkw-doa't know what to oj.
Jest a-wearyin lor joo.
Kp a-mopin' day J day;
Hull in everybody s way.
Folks they smile an' pa alonff
Wonderin' what on earth is wrong;
fsouldn't belp 'em if they knew
Jest a-wearyin' lor you.
Room s so lonesome, with your chair
Emutr I'V the fire pla there:
Jest can't stand the sight of It;
Go out doora an' roam a bit.
But tbe woods is lonesome, too,
Jest a wearyiu' for you.
Tomes tU wind with soft raress
I.Ike the rustlin' ol your dress;
Blossoms lallin' to the (rround
Ho tly hk your footsteps sound;
Violeia like yoor eyes so blue.
Jest a-earyin' lor yon.
Mornln' romes. The birds awake
(I'setosin;? so for your sake)
Hut there's sadness in (lie notes
That eomes ihriihn' from their throats!
beem to leej vour nbsenre. too,
Jest a wtaiyin' lor you.
KTsnln' fulls. I miss tou more
When the di.rk filnom s in the door;
Seems Jest like yer orter to U
There to open it lor me!
Latch goes tinkl.n--thr.lls me through
rts me wearyin' for you.
Jest a-wearyin' for you;
All the time n-feelin' blue!
Wlshln' for yon wonderin when
Ycu'll 1 comln' home agen.
Kestless don't know want to do
Jest a wearyin' lor you.
F. b. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.
ITER nU-SBAXD'S NIECE.
HEN did you
get this letter'.'"
asked Mattie
Henderson, as
she glanced in
to her hus-
Y"Mrs IlenaersoD saiu sunsa
effort- "Yoor unrt forgot to give me
your let ter until this mornmr. He
could not meet yon beennse be bad
to deliver the milk over at uie uiurr
railroad at the hour you named. I
am sorrv vou hnd to walk.
-I wasn't vexed about it," replied
the visitor. "Nor am 1 in a hurry
about my trunk.'
"I sprained mv ankle, Mrs. Hen
derson said. "I am airaid I will not
be about for three or four days."
"That is too bad,"commiserating
Iy rejoined Miss Atwood. "It seems
I was just to come. I can do ever so
manv things for you."
"Yes," grimly assented Mrs. Hen
derson. "I'll first look after that ankle,
the visitor said briskly, cheerfully.
She removed her dainty looking
cuffs, and then took off her aunt's
shoe and stocking.
ie ia vtiuiiliT.ihlv swollen. 6llO
said.
"I nm uot surprised," replied Mrs.
Henderson. "You'll find a bottle of
board yonder
"Found lor pound." mtTied
"I waaa't extra vacant, aal
"xou were vwv her
with a smile.
i ' . I 1L. J
one upeneu uie aoor leadi
the cellar.
"tonny, did you whitew
Biarwny: sne asKea in surpri
"les, auntie. Jt needed it. I
you meant to do it, for I eJ
had slaked tbe lime. Isn't it
done?"
"Very nicely," Mrs. Henderson;
"isut is wasn t right lor you to
Surely your hands"
"Look at tbem." Fanny
laughing. I hey are as wbit
soft as any lady's. I put gloyj
and I have a sort ot dainty J
KITKIII. I mil 111! Ill Wdl W
pitching into it all over. . I hi
knack, us mother calls it. If
right for you to whitewash tbd
wuy, it was rightformetowhitl
it. J came here to help you j
spare you; to ride the horses,
to tho mill with 1'ncle Oeorg?,
make mysell useful and welcotf
you are not going to let me
t
hs
Loe.
i.li"
i- : : 41. rt
lIUIUllMlk III I'"-" !.,.,. .,..f !, I'll J
I wouldn't put liniment on it j '"V. " B" "u
She spoke with volubleentW
band's face.
"On "Wednesday,"
some hesitation.
"And this is Friday,"
replied his wife. "You
about in your pocket
he said, with
rebukingly
carried it
for at least
A Brave Woman. .
Welsh papers describe a conspicu
ous act of bravery performed by
Mrs. Irving, wife of Capt. Irving,
very little, and even what she does Gadlys, Bagilt, North Wales. As
Bhe rarely publishes, for her theory tbe Irish mail was entering the sta
is that a poet never writes any im- tion at tbe speed of 50 miles an
mortal verse after he or she passes hour, an aged man slightly deaf, was
50, and ihe may very justly rest on in the act of crossing tbe rails, enrry
t'na laurels she has won for herself be- ing a parcel. The officials shouted
fore she reaches that age.
Wild Men.
With the progress ol science a
whole race of men has disappeared,
the so-called "wild men," in whose ex
istence tbs most learned firmly be
lieved a few decades ago, and who
to him, and certain death appeared
to await the poor fellow, when, with
out a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Irv
ing sprang down, seized the man,
and pushed him off the rails, narrow
ly escaping with her own life.
Bad as Wooden Nutmegs.
Spurious coffee beans are munu-
till live in the imagination ot many factored in Cologne by special ma-
who are unacauainted witn recent in- chines, which prod use tne shape very
vestigations. Tbe wild man was sup- skilfully. They have been examined
posed to be a peculiar creature, hall by Hep, 0. Reitmair, who finds tlrem
man and half beast, forming the con- to consist of an extract of coffee,
necting link between tbs human i0jnbe jn water, nnd some insoluble
species and tbe apes. Tbs belief in onflM1jc constituents. They can be
his existence is to be ascribed, with-, readily distinguished from the na
out doubt, to erroneous observations tnrai ban ny theirpronerty of sink
and reports of travelers. ing in the water. The genuine coffee
i - i s bean floats on water.. Moreover,
Intermittent religion Is Kks inter- strong oxiditing agents do not de
.rfttent UmMr. It only im
iatsrasfrtrtward.
as they do tbe natural eofiee.
two days. It is from your niece,
Fanny Atwood. She left New York
yesterday and will be here on the 8
o'clock train this morning, and it is
half-past 7 now. This is a nice state
of affairs, isn't it?"
"It was careless inmp, Mattie," the
young farmer regretfully admitted.
He was a handsome, good nattired
fellow, sturdy in frnmo and pleasing
in speech. He had a whip in his hand,
and his wagon, loaded with milk
cans, was standing at the gate.
"She says she'll get off at Forest
station, where you are to meet her,"
Mrs. Henderson said, her eyes once
more on the letter.
"Oh, pshaw," cried the husband
with an impatienceunusual with him.
"I can't. I must have my milk ot
Beaver station on time. Why didn't
she come over the road most con
venient to me?"
"I suppose she'll have to walk
here," replied the young wife. "And
as she says that she intends to stay
three weeks, no doubt she has brought
her trunk with . her a trunk of no
mean dimensions, I'll veuture to pre
dict. Inma good deal more put
out about it than you are. There's
the butter to churn, the clothes to
iron, the currant jelly to make, and
goodness onlv knows what else,
She 11 be too dainty to lay a hand
to anything, and will spend her time
redding, sleeping and lolling in the
hammock. She might have waited
to he nsked."
"I know it will prove an infliction,"
the husband consolingly said. "But
I guess there's nothing to do but to
bear it. Things may not turn out
so bad as you fancy they will." -
He got into the wagon and drove
off. Mrs. Henderson walked into
the spring house to churn the butter.
She was seldom peevish and rarely
complained, but the visit really
seemed inopportune. She was not
very strong, and as she worked
early and late and took no recrea
tion, it was beginning to tell on her
nerves.
The farm was not entirely paid for,
and they were not able to keep a girl.
She was a sensible little woman, and
felt that it was her duty to second
ber thrifty husband s efforts. Leis
ure, if not competency, would come
by and by.
In descending the steps of the spring
house she fell and sprained her an
kle, the pnin was so great that she
almost fainted.
"That means a week of enforced
idleness," Bhe despairingly thought.
"Time so precious, and that fash
ionably reared niece of George's more
of a hindrance than a help. Ob.
dear!" H
After much painful effort she suc
ceeded in reaching the sitting room
and threw herself upon the comforta
ble lounge. Hhe fell into a doze, and
when she opened her eyes there stood
Fanny Atwood, looking down into
her face.
Bhe had on a plain, sensible look
ing traveling dress. Her figure was
compact, her compbxion healthy, her
air cheerful, her demeanor ir
sessed. Her cheeks were dimpled, her
month Indicated resolution, her soft
brown eyes offered confidence and in
vited It. Slie had walked two miles
through the hot sun, over tbe dusty
roaa, dui one would hardly have
mougai so, sne looked so neat, clean,
and placid. '
" i ou are m v Aunt Mattu -1
1-W.Iow,.wtoIcs,
I a smile lurking among her dimples.
just vet," advised l auny.
you any sugar of lead.
"Very likely. Look in that med
icine box in the cupboard. There's a
little of everything there, almost."
Fanny found the sugar of lead,
and then some linen suitable for a
bandage. She put the sugar of lead
in a basin, added cold water, soaked
the bandage in it nnd then wraped
it around the swollen ankle. She
went about it like a professional
nurse.
"That feels very cooling," Mrs.
Henderson greatfully said.
"There isnothingredueesa swelling
like sugar of lead water," replied
Fanny. "Ill wet the bandage every
now and then with it. Just you re
main (jtiiet, dearie, and don't bother
vonrself about anything. Y'ou have
bo girl?"
"No, child," Mrs. Henderson said.
"AYe cannot afford to keep one."
"I'll get uiH le his dinner," announc
ed Fanny.
"You'll get fieorgo his dinner!"
... ii i
repeated .Mrs. iieniiersoii.
Fanny noticed the incredulity in
her tone, laughed prettily and said:
"Why shouldn't I? If you will al
low me to skirmish around I'll man
nge to find things. However, it
isn't near dinner time yet. When I
went to the kitchen for tho basin, 1
saw you had sprinkled the clothes.
Shall 1 iron them?"
She saw the odd smile that came
to her tired aunt's lips und correctly
interpreted it.
"Maybe you think I can't iron?"
she pleasantly said. "Just J'ou wait
and see."
"But the dress you have on, Miss
Atwood? It"
"Was selected for service," complet
ed Fanny. "Of course I'll put on
one of your aprons."
When George Henderson returned
from his errand he heard Rome one
singing cheerily in the kitchen. He
stepped in and saw his niece ironing
away as deftly as it she had spent
the best part of her life at it. She
made such a pretty picture that ho
stood still and looked at her.
"How do you do, uncle?" atwinkle
of merriment in her brown eyes; then
she went and kissed him, standing on
tip-toe to do so.
"I'm glad you've come, Fanny," ho
said with heartiness. "I suppose
Mattie explained whv I did notmeet
you at the station? hut why are you
ironing? Where is Mattie?"
"She is lying down, uncle. She fell
and sprained her anklei"
Mr Henderson stepped into the sit
ting room, a look of concern on his
face.
"Why, dear, how did this hap-
her gestures rapid, her d!
dancing.
Mrs. JIattie Henderson satdf
a chair and cried.
"Why, aunt, what is the mJ
usked janny, her brown eye
ing. "1 nope 1 uidn t say
to"
"No, dear, yon didn t'repli
Henderson in a Woken voice.
crying because I am ashamed
self because I have been so
to you in my thought. I n
that you would annoy me, arJ
er me; that vou would be
selfish, fault finding; that yon'
U tun's det
fir they r
W tenth
We.
hill'i mln
Us, will not
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Hen
IlKlle
"But you think more kindljf u
now, do you not.' interrupts I. ,
ny, her hands moving cart
over her aunt's hair
"Most certaiuly 1 do," reply
Henderson, explosively.
why 1 conless my injustice-l
want tomnko nmenils wht
"Don't mind it, uuntv,
sweet, forgiving, sympathetic
"I don t censure you, nnd
right now. There may be i
fact, there are listless, fri
helpless girls in New Y'ork cit;
in other cit ies but I am not
t hem. If I was, I am afraid Ij
despise myself."
"I am glnd you have come.
nnd I will be sorry when yi
Mrs. Henderson said, and bm
it. "My prejudices misled ma
have been taught, a lessoa.
after I'll not le so hasty in
ing people, especially before
met them
srlU.
01 two I
wailM
fti one
lltronoi
yfcOsrs ii
,DWiD'
In "
1
HM orei
Mm: i.
ftlue wi
(Jik(d
a tub to
I-Olil It I
Vttmoti
W sbout
(-ISuoiisI
borei
to tslk t
nerly
"-e
fCiusiili
trull, (rail
lorinc
Issue til
fftej hope l i
tltieed not t
ftotnrii are i
be bern ss
td opinion
ihRiwir w
of (enisle
Ik-re Is D
jirslh. But
iwrlte Presci
pn sflllctra
kllli and bar
ior uirlr
nrr a posltlv
torprs of Its
k, or money
p. Pierre's 1
h'xe Little
f a dose.
pen
"Oh, how does anything happen?"
she replied a little querulously.
"Through my own awkwardness, no
doubt. I almost fainted, the puin
was so great."
"Does it pain you now, dear?"
"I am glad to say thntitdoesn't."
"I'll bathe it in sugar of lend wa
ter," he said. "There isn't anything
better."
"Fanny has already done that,"
replied the wife. "It was her own
suggestion."
"Oh," ejaculated Mr. Henderson,
with increasing appreciation of his
niece.
"And she insists upon ironing. A
pretty mess she'll make of it."
"Well, maybe not," Mr. Henderson
said in a quiet tone. "I watched ber
a little while. Mattie, you are a
good ironer, but she is your equal,"
"Uh, nonsense Ueorge! ' exclaimed
his wife. "Reared in the city, as shs
has been"
"Didn't necessarilymakeheralafr.
silly, novel reading imbecile," inter
rupted ner husband, "rerbaps we
haven't been ust to Fannr. I think
she is a solid, energetic, capable sort
oi a gin. ana it Is lucky that shs
came."
"Well, I hope it mav prove so."
doubtingiy rejoined the wife,
"ueorge, there s the butter!"
"111 chnrn that," he said. ''We'll
get along. Just you keep your mind
at ease. You will get about notch
sooner if you do."
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner,
now and then slipping into the Bit
ting room to wet the bandage, and
to chat in her cheery way with her
patient.
On the third day Mrs. Hf nder-ion
was able to hobble to theVkitchen
where she found everything O excel
lent order.
"ivook at my currentjellr. Yanny
proudly said, as she held unlne of
the glass jars to the light. D was
trnnslucentand bright as rubylinted
wine. I
"It is very aics," Mrs Henderson
said. "How much sugar aid you
ukasr
Not So Smart
An uptown Scranton man
a great deal of his old nrntl
a little whileafterhe reached
other evening. He saw her
dead English sparrow from
vard to the back of tho lint
i
on the back porch he found
more dead sparrows in a
cat dropped the last one on
nd the man praisea
her remarkable work,
led him so much that
ierht awov and told
est neighbor all about tne
of catching fourteen sparred f I.'
afternoon. His bliss wasofil
ration, for the fact ol tne ms
that the cat hadnt caught
nnn of the birds alive. Thei
In whnm he WHS brncciDC
cat hud shot everv one of tl
rows from his window wit
ifle. and the birds had dro
the other mans jard.-i
(Fa.) Letter.
Kd Inanlnr It
tnlnit of Okl
ml . .
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i r .1
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Only a Baby.
A pretty story of royal tl
told by The Fall Mall Oaieti
that all tho royal children,!.
Prussia, Austria, or liar
equal delight in seeing "
present arms to uiem. i
Princess Gisela. wbowatra
little Archduchess Elizal
years old she used to iw
f imsi her cloven
She was told one tiay ib
out without her glove
wnnM nnl, mi In teller. A11
the little girl became tn
wear cloves, men as
waaontof doors she
- .l,lu-o Directly W
SV e-rvss - t j
iehtof one she held up ws
fat bands ana cneu,
gloves."
An Automatic Naili
An automatic machine
horseshoe nails has
liromrht out. Wire is
onthetopofthemncnii
on, stamps, pom
witnoui any nouu j
TVm Mait-ifit-hOXCOl
perfect nails, for w tnerej
ONB
Mh the vm
ffropof Pig
nil rfnsfii.
fetlyyetpr
iver and a
n effectual
bet and fe
mitipation.
tly remedy
ced, pleasi
tptable to t
action an
Xecta, preps
Valthy and
t manv ei
jend it to i
J most pop
yrop of .
l bottle
i. Any
ly not havi
r it Dror
es to trj
jytubttitut
IA0t
mrnu, nr.
mil
.'Arcrer
M
praxis.
SllP.ll.Sm
In the working theroacbi
self, and points out oj
dex where the lault oct
momenta only are requ"
the offending nail, sou
starts again.
Wanted It '
kt van fond ofB
Mrs. Symphony of an
from uierounvrj.
"Well, yes, lam" wai
reply; "that is, when .tl
t Nnw vou tak
bones an' a flute an' lM 'JZmg
Old Nieodsmos' all at mtm.k.
and I toll you W
vUMlirwrsa
-is ssmIsu 11
vaw aa
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