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tf 1 J m I' i1 ' J- A TILE AIDVWJCI&BR. yi u' i ', v ' 'Snbscriptinn, $3.00 per Keir, in Advance. orPIl'CAl. PAPER OP VIIF. COCa'TI Tlta PETTICOAT. - . , ..'i ' i 1 medicated t thb CIntbtng Lcaguo for tbo Abolition of I'cttluonta. Whiit Irt that thlnj? which women wenr, All puffed nnd puckered evorywhoro, Alltrimincd wfth dtirvonnil lino uud Bqunro? Tho petticoat. t What muRtbo plented, tucked nnd frilled, And fringed and runlcd.nhlrrcd and quilled, Until our heads with nones nro filled? Tho petticoat. Wlmt takes our tlmo nnd strength nnd thought, What Is with endless trnublo fnuiKht, And,inoro than all. Ih jrood for naught? Tho petticoat. When you on plcnsuro trip would fro, whut nils you with unnilnglcd woo By making trunks to overflow? Tho petticoat Whnt Is It switches 'round your feet, And raises dunt along tho street, Thnt mukos you own you'ro fur from neat? Tho petticoat. r What makes you hold It up with euro Whenever you iro up a stair, For fear there'll tin u drendful tenr? Tho petticoat. - Whnt drags behind when you go down Tho steps of oars, und makes men frown Who want to hurry into town? Tho petticoat Whnt cntches when you shut the door? What lies upon the dusty lloor? Whnt's In tho wrty forever moro? Tho petticoat, , What Is It makes your poor bnok ncho, And circumscribes each step you tuko, "Until you long such chains to break? Tho petticoat. What wears tho blncklng on tho shoo? AVhnt always needs n binding now, And cleaning, brushing, pponglug, too? Tho pottloout. Whnt Is It mon would scorn to wear, Kpowlnp their health It would Impair, And hinder business ov.erywhoro? Tho petticoat. V What is mint for hmnnn use, And still remains without excuso, Deserving nothing but ubuio? ' Tbo petticoat. ' -What mustiiie long step down and out, , . Be put to everlasting rout, vAnd never moro be seen about? ' .- Tho petticoat. Woman' $ Journal. A CHANCE INTRODUCTION. Delayed by a rnilroiul accitlont ami compelled to remain over Christmas at Fordsvillol I lore was a predicament for an overworked reader for a popular magazine ofl' for a hard-earned holiday! What made it tho moro exasperating was that I happened to be on my' way to visit, some friends who had with them a young lady guest who had been do soribedto mo as such a paragon of love liness and worth that I had quite settled it in my mind that sho was destined to prove the "inexpressible sho" whom I had hitherto sought in vain. 'Fordville I Where had I heard the name before, and what assouiatiou had I with the plaeo? Diving deep into tho recesses of my memory, I made tho rath er startling discovery that I had once actually had ti correspondent in Ford villo. It happened in this way: A few months back a manuscript had been put into my hands for examination which as I at once perceived, was tho venture of a very young lady, whom I subsequently discovered to be a certain Miss Kelly Temple. This fact was stated in a confidential note to tho ed itor, the younj authoress desiring that only hernom doplumo (a sweetly senti mental one) should bo given "to tho world. After reading her story, I had written to the young lady, and the con tents of my lotter I now found it rather irksome to recall. After a somewhat more lenient criticism of her manuscript than Was usual, I had been compelled to writo and decline the honor of its pub lication. 1 had chqgen this task myself instead of intrusting it to tho corre sponding clerk, because I had an irro sistiblo desire-, whioh I hardly knew how to explain to myself, "to lot her down .gently',' as the phrase is. Tho fact is, tho Utile lotter that had accompanied tho story interested and pleased mo in inverso ratio to tho effect of tho work itself. Tho loftor was girlish, natural and frank, while the story was arti ficial, mawkish and dismal. All tho hearts wero moro ' shattered wrecks, and all the hopes deso late and unrequited. Tho heroine sighed and sobbed her way through from beginning to end, and. tho hero only appeared upon the scene to glare about him with orbs of consuming gloom and to' discourse solely upon such sub jects as wasted hearts and blighted hopes, in a basso-profundo voice. , In tho end, -although no reasonable obstacle to their union appeared, they wero ruthlessly torn asunder, and tho authoress dropped Qier curtain over them liko a black pall. 'It was execrable, and there was nothing to do but decline with thanks. This I did in a noto unnecessarily apologetic ami diffuse, which had tho effect ofpro curing me another letter from tho young authoress. It was a pretty little epistlo, as tho other had been, and interested me much in tho same way. Sho asked for counsel and advice, and appealed with awed timidity to my wide literary expe rience. Sho told mo that sho desired to make literature hor profession, it boing aieeeasary for her to support herself, though, liko Dr. Johnson's man, sho ac knowledged that she had several other irons in tho lire. I refrained from imi tating his advice and telling her ' Ho put this whore tho other irons wero;" but I confessed that tho witticism recurred to mo with a startling litnoss. Two or three moro letters passed between us and then, though 1 had been really interested in tho innocent young creature, I had, as it annoyed mo to remember now, let the correspondence die out. It had left me, liowovcrywith a real curiosity as to hor nature, experience and surroundings. It was strange that so Very young a lady should have come to regard life as such a howling waste and tho world so aw fully hollow. Certainly I could imagmo that sho might provo rather melancholy company if her conversation nnd idoas resembled her heroine's, atf of courso they would. Sho was just tho sort of writer to feel impelled to writo an auto biography, and yet, though it seems par adoxical, while her heroine seemed to me the quintessence of dismal insipidity, I felt cxhiiarnted by the thought that my Christmas at Fordvillo was to be en livened by tho acquaintance of Miss Temple. It was too lato to mako any effort to find out tho young lady that night, so after eating a very well prepared supper at the village inn, which proved to bo as comfortable within as it was dilapidated without, I wont to bod and slept sound ly, waking next morning in a frame of mind Mark Taploy might havo envied. A bright wood lire was crackling on tho hearth as I walked to tho window and drew aside tho curtain. Outside tho I; round was covered with snow which ad fallen during the night, and vhich now lay crisp and sparkling in tho brill hint winter ftunshino. I dressed hastilv. The vital necessity of having a sleigh ride at oncu presented itself, quickened by the sounds of bells coming and going swiftly over the country roads, After doing justice to a doliciously cooked breakfast, I found my way to the front porch, whore my host was walking up and down, enjoying his pipe. I had begun to question him as to the practi cability of procuring a sleigh when the sound of merry laughter smote upon my car, and at tho same time a dazzling lit tle creature with lluttoring red ribbons appeared on tho porch of the noat cot tage across tho way. Sho was a perfect littlo beauty, with a face from which tho ideas of merriment and good humor was inseparable. Tho peal of laughter which 1 had heard had evidently been directed toward some one in the house, for sho stood alone upon the porch holding a scarlet woolen comforter in her hand. "Look, Uncle Davy," sho called out in a sweet, gay voice: "l'vo finished your mulller at last just in time for the. snowy weather! ' Hid behind a wide old pillar, I listened with much interest, as the old man ex pressed his delighted thanks. "But how am I to get it across to you?" tho girl went on. "I know your rheumatism won't allow you to come for it, and the snow would bo over my shoe tops." As the dilemma remained unsolved I stepped from my hiding-place and offered myself as Uncle Davy's messenger. Ae cordingly I descended the stops and crunching the untrodden snow beneath my feet, crossed over and approached tho young lady. As I looked up at her I observed that though sho was standing in tho same attitude, holding tho scarf in her hand, a marked change had come over her face, which now looked pro foundly amazed. As I approached her, however, sho responded very prettily to ray bow, and when I swept ofl my hat with flattering dcfcrcntialncss and explained that Un do Davy had intrusted me with tho honored mission of bringing him his scarf, she handed it to mo with a very becoming flush and smile, and thanked mo with a demure courtesy. 1 ditl not feel at all liko turning my back upon her and returning to the vi cinity of tho old hotel, but thoro was nothing else to bo done; so I replaced my hat and found my way over to Un cle Davy and delivered the scarf. Tho old man received his present with the greatest delight, and alter vociferously shouting his thanks across tho street, turned and entered the house for tho purpose, as he explained, of exhibit ing the scarlet trophy. As he vanished down the narrow hall, I heard him call out: " Wife, where are you? Come and seo the pretty present Miss Nelly Temple has sent me." Miss Nelly Temple! Hero was a sur prise. I remembered now that I had heard him call her .Miss Nelly, but f had been so engrossed at tho time that tho name had not struck me, and I had, for tho moment, forgotten the existence of my melancholy young high-tragedy authoress. How could sho possibly lie identical with that piquant littlo beauty yonder? And I raised my eyes to draw tho contrast, only to discover that sho had disappeared. I hesitated for a moment as to my course, but as I recalled tho very grate ful and admiring tone of her last letter to me, whioh had convinced mo at tho timo of its receipt that she had put mo on a pedestal along with Emerson, Holmes and Longfellow, I thought I might venture to take a decisive step; so, without more ado, I toolc my way again across tho street, and, walking boldly up the stops, knocked at tho door. As I did so I caught sight of some scarlet ribbons screened behind tint muslin cur tains of tho window going on tho porch, whioh now, however, quickly disap peared, Then I could hear, whore I stood, a whispered conference in. tho hall, and then, in a minute more, tho door was opened, not very wide, by a negrcss, who regarded mo rather wrath fully as I said, composedly: ""I want to seo Miss Nelly Temple, if you please.'-' "Well, you can't seo hor then, sah," was tho prompt reply. "Why not?" I asked, quiotly. "'Cause sho says you'll havo to ex cuso her. You can't seo her," sho ro peuiijd, with emphasis. It was clear that tiho resented my visit" as an intru sion and felt called upon to protect hor young mistress. " But I am very anxious to see her," .1 said, urgently. "Tako her my card." I produced wie and handed it to her. She jpoked at It" donbt fully a rriomont, then took it from mo with a jerky mo tion, saying, in an audible undertone: "Sho nin1 gwino come," nnd disap peared with it And now tho notes of another voice smote upon mo clear and low, but ex pressive of a subdued resentment. "1 don't care to see the card," it said. I cannot seo tho gentleman; he must excuse me." Then thoro was a second's pause, dur ing which, as I shrewdly expected, dig nity gave way to curiosity nnd my card was examined. And sure enough, tho next moment, Utile Miss Dignity ap peared before me, covered with blushes, holding my card., " Are you really Mr. Julian Moore?" she said. "I beg your pardon, but I had no idea of it. You must have thought, me rude." Having assured her of my identity and called up in her bonny face a fresh phalanx of dimples, I followed her into tho parlor. " I thought it was some one stopping at the hotel whom I did not know, and felt almost frightened; and I was rude, I'm nfrald. You have been so very kind nbout taking the time to answer my let ters that 1 am ashamed to havo given you such a reception.1 She addressed mo with so much awed respect that I experienced something of the sensation of a literary lion, for the first and probably the last time in my life, and set myself at once to the task of putting her at ease. I inquired about the story and expressed a deep anxiety as to its ultimate appearance in print, assuring her that it needed only a littlo thoughtful revision to make it a shining success, thereby undoing all my earnestly-laid plot to discourage her from writ ing moro, which 1 had subtly introduced into my letters. 1 saw that sho listened with delighted surprise, and I waxed more and moro eloquent, expressing and certainly feeling ten times the emotion and enthusiasm that a talk with George Eliot would have inspired. It was de licious to call up such a happy light into those lovely eyes and such a confused pleasure to the sweet voice that responded to mo. I was. playing tho idiot, but 1 had completely lost my head. After a long talk she explained, with much hes itation, that sho would bo obliged to get ready, for church, as she played the organ and must not bo late, and when I asked, feeling a strange timidity myself, whether I might bo allowed to accompany her, she told mo tho church was several miles away and that an uncle and aunt who lived in tho country would call for her in their rockaway. " But wouldn't a sleigh do as well as a roekawayP" 1 asked, a delightful project suggesting itself. "Perhaps 1 might get a single sleigh and drive you out!" She hesitated a moment, and I could seo that the project delighted her. So 1 said no more, but returned to Uncle Davy and procured the.use of a shabby little box on runners, with a steady little horse, and when I appeared at the door opposite I was soon joined by Miss Tem ple, who looked prettier than ever in a coquettish littlo fur mull' and collar. A few minutes later we were skim ming over the country roads with hearts as light as air. 1 had forgotten my friends who wore expecting me else whereforgotten tho brilliant young lady who had been good onough to ex press some interest in my coming. I had forgotten everything and everybody on earth, indeed, except the bewildering littlo being beside me. "It was so kind of you to come with mo," I said. "How ran I ever thank you enough? It shows mo what a gen erous ami confiding nature you have, and you never shall regret it.' " Why, of course, I was delighted to come with you, Mr. Moore," she said, looking at mo with wide, questioning eyes. " I am sure I ought to do every thing you ask after all tho valuable ad vice you havo been kind enough to give me." When we reached the church I could see that 1113 appearance was perceived with great surprise by Nelly's young friends in tho choir, which was in creased by the fact of my joining in, bravo and strong, in tho music which Nelly accompanied and led. Sho praised my singing very highly after ward, and said my voice furnished just tho support hers needed. What a hap py day that was, and what a never-to-be-forgotten thing was our rido home. I went over and spent that evening with Nelly, and she took mo into her confidence and friendship in tho sweet est way in tho world. Of course she introduced me to her people, and I had to bo inspected by them, but I soon found that they wero all her willing slaves and her approval of mc was the only guarantee they required. Indeed they wore, one and all, so unconvention al and unworldly that I felt a little un easy at tho thought of my dear littlo Nelly's being without a more capable protector, and not averse to assuming tho position myself. I wrote to my friends and made some convenient ex cuso for not joining them and spent all my holiday in Fordville. At my own request one evening Nelly brought oitf. tho familiar manuscript nnd wo read it over together. I managed to keep down my irrovorant laughter at its reiterated sighings and sobbings and '.omplainings. Only onoe, in tho prin cipal loVo-sceno, in which was reached the acmo of' its disinalnoss, I looked up at her, shyly, and said: " Is this really your idea of love? Do you beliovo when two people arc in love with each other that they go through all these dreadful tortures and suffer all these agonizing'pnngs?" To my utter amazement, sho replied by snatching tho pages out of my hands nnd throwing them into tbo fire. As I sprang up in tho vain endeavor to check her, 1 caught hor two hands in mine, and having caught them, I hold them. M Let it bum," she fluid, turning hor Hushing faoo toward me; " I never Know how utterly silly and absurd It was bo foro." "And havo you learned since?" 1 asked, still holding hor hands ami now forcing hor to look at me. " Toll me, Nelly, who has taught youP You must not forgot that you havo chosen mo for your critic and instructor, and If you'll let mo touch you this one lesson, nnd will try to learn it faithfully, you will Viave reached such a state of'mature de velopment that you will need no more culture. Onlj learn what It istclovo truly, and allow your teacher to select tho object, and you will possess all tho knowledge and cultivation he will ever require of you." It came upon hor verv suddenly and a few preliminary exercises wero neces sary before she quite satisfied mo as a pupil, but. the giving those lessons was tho greatest joy 1 had ever known, as the result of them was what I consider tho finest success of my life. Uncle Davy was mucji surprised at tho turn of affairs nnd a good deal puzzled at tho preliminaries, or rather the lack of any such. "Lor1, 1 never dreamed of his being Miss Nolly's young man," ho said to his wife. " I wonder why he's never boon to Fordville before," returned tho" good woman, meditatively. "1 asked him about that," said Undo Davy, "but ho kinder smiled and said that, though ho had never been to Ford villo before, ho had for some timo been in correspondence with the place, ami that Miss Nolly was far from being a stranger. I suppose sho mot him when she was oil' on that visit hist year and has been corresponding with him over since." This explanation wns circulated throughout the town, as I intended it should be, and seemed to bo entirely satisfactory. I had a bold plan of hur rying up the wedding when once I had scoured Nolly's consent, and so success ful did this prove that two months after that day on which I first made ac quaintance with Fordville, Nelly and I wero married there. And to think that all this came about through that dismal story that Nelly and 1 havo such laughs over now! Well, lot those who may, climb to tho loftiest, heights of literary uminencc, I shall not grudge them their success. Being a rather overworked and under paid reader for a magazine may not bo considered tho pinnacle of literary glory, but it has been the means of winning mo a treasure which I would not ex change for the fame of Shakspoaro. Detroit Free Press. Boys Will Be Boys. An exchange says a boy will tramp two hundred and forty-seven miles in one day on a rabbit hunt and bo limber in tho evening; when, if you ask him to go across tho street and borrow Jones' two-inch augur ho will bo as stiff as a meat-block. Of courso, ho will. And ho will go swimming all day and stay in tho water threo hours at a timo and splash and dive and puddle and puff, and next morning ho will feel that an unmeasured insult has been offered him when he is told by his mother to wash his face carefully so as not to leave tho score of tho ebb and flow so plain to bo soon under the gills. And he'll wander around a dry creek bed all afternoon piling up a pebble fort and nearly die oil when his big sister wants hint to please pick up a basket of chips for the parlor stove. And he'll spend the biggest part of the day trying to corner a stray mulo or a bald-backed horso for a rido, and feel that all life's charms have lied when it comes timo to drive tho cows home. And Jio'll turn a ton-acre lot upside down for fen inches of angle worms, and wisli for tho voiceless tomb when tho garden demands his attention. But all tiio same, when you want a friend who will stand by you and sympa thize with you and bo true to you in all kinds of weather, enlist ono of those same boys. Burlington JIawlccyc. How Leather Scraps Aro Utilized, Every littlo scrap of leather that flies from tho cutters1 knives in the Auburn shoe shops is saved, and either goes into leather-board, shoo heels or grease. Who says tins isn't an economical agcP About two months ago a factory was started for making shoo heels in Au burn. Tlioy now have about twenty live hands at work, and aro making about 120 cases of heels per day, or about 15,000 heels. The heels aro made entirely of small scraps of upper leath er. The scraps aro first cut into the right shape by dies. They are then packed and sent to Chelsea, Mass., where tho oil is extracted from them by a secret process. They come back dry, and aro then pasted together in wooden heel molds. Tho grease is extracted in order that tho heels may be bur nished. Thoy tako as nico a polish as a genuine solo leather heel. All tho pieces that will not go into the heels aro tried out, and the firm gets two or threo barrels of greaso per week from ! this source. It is used again for leather dressing. Tho firm is endeavoring to obtain possession of tho naptha process of extracting the oil from tho wholo pieces, and thus save tho expense of shipping to Massachusetts. Their heels uru mruoiv useu in vviiiiuni, hiiii nun n $l.JJ0toS2.-10pereaso. Journal. -Lcwiston (Me.) Scotch Toast Tako four slices of bread half an inch thick; toast and but tcr well; rcinovo tho crust and spread over thorn some anchovy pasfo; lay them one on tho other, pour over them thick melted butter made with milk, send to tablo very hot. M-- FACTS AND FIMUKKS. Lowlston, Mc, manufactures 1,500, 000 bobbins valued at WOO.OOO, every year. A wire t00 foot long can bo made from ono grain of silver. Such a wire is liner than human hair. It is calculated that 5,000,000,000 of gold and silver havo boon extracted from the earth' since the discovery ol gold mines in California. Recently there was cut out of ono log at Orange, Texas, fifty-nine ties, containing 1,B88 feet, and 787 feet of boxing, mnklng a total of 2,075 feet, all heart. In Holyoko, Mass., aro twenty-live mills, with i?0,000,000 capital, and em ploying 8,500 men engaged in making writing paper. Their product is 150 tons a day, more than one-half of the entlro American production of writing papers. A patent recently granted in Vienna nnd Berlin uses bands of stool, which is tempered and hardened, to transmit motion from one pulley to tho other, tho faces of tho pulleys being turned per fectly flat ami then faced with a varnish of rosin, shellac and asphalt. The number of varieties of insects is vastly greater than that of all other living creatures. Tho oak supports -It'O species of insects, anil 200 are found in tho pine. Humboldt, in 1819, cnculated that between 160,000 nnd 170,000 speci mens wero preserved In collections, but recent estimates place tho present num ber at about 750,000 species. Among the statements called out by the recent Tariff Convention at Chicago was ono to tho effect that if tho planting of vines in California continues at the present rate for half a century, tho grape and wine supply from this source will bo not loss than four times tho quantity pro duced by Franco fifty years ago. It has long been predicted that California would owe hor title of "Golden" to the products of her fields rather than her mines. In a recent article in tho Contempo rary Jlcoicw, Dr. M. G. Mulhall gives some interesting facts regarding the average wealth of the British people. Ho estimates that since 18(10 the British people havo built 1,500,000 now houses, havo rebuilt or replaced 800,000 old ones, and are 60 per cent, better lodged than in 18(10. The average rentof each house is -18 nor annum in London, 15 in the rest of England, nearly 15 in Scotland, and a little under 1 in Ireland. Ho finds that each inhabitant wns worth 180 in 18(50, nearly 220 in 1870, and about 250 in 1880. Tho ratio of pau pers was I por cent, in 1870, and 8 per cent in 1880. Tho hard, black German slate pencil has been superseded of lato years by tho round white pencil of clay slate. At the quarry near Castloton, Vt , about thirty live workmen produce 60,000 pencils daily, and it is proposed to increase the daily output to 100,000. Tho blocks when quarried nro sawed into pieces seven by twelve inches, split to a thick ness of a half inch and smoothed by a planer. Tho block is passed under n semi-circular knife, and, after having boon turned over, the process is repeat ed. The result is 50 7-inch pencils. A particle of quartz in tho block would break all tho jionoils. Thoy aro pointed by a grindstone, turned, assorted, and sent to market in boxes of a hundred. wirTvNinviSBOM. It is exceedingly unkind to tell a man who has just recovered from a severe case of small-pox' that he should go to a joiner and have his faco planed. Andrews' Queen. There aro three prominent phases of a woman's life all visibly connected. As a baby, she's lugged. As a young wom an, s'ho's hugged. As a wife, she's humbugged. Western Waif. Tho " sweetest thing" in a seal-skin sacquo wo havo seen this soason, was about eighteen years old, just tho bright est, prettiest but, wo aro growing aged and rheumaticy. New Haven Register. " Figure on that!" said an indignant father, knocking an arithmetician down for beating his son. " It's too sum mary!" said tho arithmetician, as lie got up and ran ofl'. Philadelphia Sun. Matrimony is a lottery in which every one expects to draw a prize. Tho disappointment of tho innumerable cara van that moves to the palo realms of shade does not, however, daunt tho in experienced. Thoy are as ready to take chances as if the lists had just been opened. Boston Courier. Tho New York Produce Exchange has organized a glee club. Thoy will probably sing, "Tis Wheat to bo Re membered" as un opening chorus; fol lowed by such selections as " Uyes and Shine," "Boas, bo Still," "The Prairie Flour," and closing with a vigorous cadenza of wild Western oats. Pitts burg Telegraph. A London editor has bought a Duko's castle, and paid SI, 000, 000 for it. There are very fow editors in this country buying million dollar castles notice. Wo haven't tins year, we oougnt ono tor ten years and more. Five hundred thousand dollar mansions without a mortgage are good enough for American editors. Norrislown Her aid. Yesterday a colored drayman had considerable troublo with his mulo. The did nmn was standing on tho sidewalk, engaged in a religious discussion with a preacher. Tho mulo kicked at a boy. "Whoa, dar," yelled tho owner. ".Ain't yer got no mo sense den tor pick a fuss wid a chile? Dat mulo is awful brig gorty ob late." Turning and taking up tho thread of discourse, ho was again disturbed by tho animal. "Keopon," ho yelled. "Time I add off two years ob corn from yer feed vor won't bo so skilavkish." l'exas Mftings.