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CALVEUT. . TTNEBRASK
Ah mot how many years hnvo flown
Blue J I, who wnnuT now aliino,
'I hut 'April morning Htood
With my tnio frlfii 1 Iioiioii It tho trees,
Whdo w( ii lcrftil wild hufmonlos
Khiik through tho bluubull wool.
Tho yoor won young, tho world wn sweet
Our h' iirtH woro young, nnd leapt to greet
Tho gladness t tho ilny;
No cloud was on I hi) April flky.
Wo laughed uloud, Hunrco knowing why,
Along tho woodland wuy.
And llko n carpet on tho urourul,
Tho imiro bluebells nil around
J it fair profusion grow.
Among the Ilowors I wit mo down,
And wove my rriond n dainty crown
Of tender blossoms bluo.
I plncrd tho clro ot with delight
Upon her forehead smooth mid whlto;
'J'hti azure of lior eyes
Might put to shame tlin bluest flower
That over grow In MiultcrcU bow or
Beneath tho Holiest skies.
Ah mo, my friend, my one dear frlendl
Our plcnsiiiit Hprlng-thno had an end,
Wo loft tho fairy wnyH,
Tho mvstlo paths of sweet rotnnnce,
Tlio glrnsb round of song and dunoe,
Tor llfo'H bewildering maze.
Now hero, nlone, within tho wood,
Wherein youth's bluebell-tlmo wo stood,
I lt mo down to-day,
My heart fn uh-.itung with sharp regret,
JtccmiHo thy path from inlno is set
So very faraway.
Ilut, dear, my tears aro selfish tears,
1'or (lot! hiiih bhissod thy happy years
With blessings wide and deep;
Thy Hummer oiuno lit Hprlng-tlmo's eloso,
And for thy bluebells gave Iovo'h rose
Tor evermore to keep.
Yen, Ood tinth givon theo nil tho Rood
Of miilden-tlmo and matrouhood,
Voulh's Hprlng and Hummer's pi lino;
And now IIiVh reddening Aiituniii Iouvos
Pall Holtly on love's withered sheaves,
Hound up for Wlnter-tlmo.
Trlend, If to mo whonBprlng-tlrno died,
Won Riven no glorious Siimmor-tldo,
If never happy May
Fueeoeded April's shower and sun,
And, If, wiiuu bluebell tlmo wuh dono,
No roses lit my way;
If evermoro my hearl doth miss
A Joy foregone, love's crowning bliss,
J know the lesion meant;
If wanting stars of earthly love,
I know one brighter shines above,
My friend, 1 am contontl
All the Year Round.
A CAMP SUKl'KISL'.
During tho summor of 187- a merry
riarty, ten of us in all, camped out in
he Adirondack wildorncs. Thoro wore
three guides I mention tho guides
first bccauHo thoy aro tho most impor
tant members of a camping party two
gentlemen, two children, two ladies, the
children's old maidon aunt, myself and
an English nurso to help take caro of
tho littio ones.
We hud pitched our tents in tho grand
old Adirondack forest on tho shore of a
beautiful lake in tho heart of tho "North
Woods," and for ten days hail had tho
jolliest timp ijuaginablo. ,
At last vo w6ro gelling out of
vonison, and tho gontlomon proposed a
night hunt for deer. On former occa
sions thoy had always left a guido to
guard tho, camp, but knowing that door
were scarco, wo thought the more men
in tho party, tho niQro likely would thoy
"bring homo a fino, fat buck. So wo
protcslcd against boing loft in charge of
K guido, and after talking it over-awhilo
tho gontlomon finally agreed to take all
tho guides with thorn, and just beforo
dusk started for a pond some miles dis
tant from our camp.
"o watched tho hoats until thoy
passed out of sight, and then strollod
about tho shore until it was dark.
Thon drawing near tho tonts wo sat
down on somo logs around tho camp
flro. Touohing a match to a huge pile
of brush hard by wo satgazinfr upon tho
flamos as thoy leapod upward, roaring
and orackling, nnd filling tho forest
with a choorful glow.
Every one, wo suppose knows that
boinj' courageous hi broad daylight is
ono thing, and being courageous in tho
dark is another. Wo had boon as bravo
as lions boforo sunsot, but I think tho
feoling that wo wero alono in this im
mense forest miles and miles from a
hunter's tent mado us feel a Jittlo
nervous, for I noticed tliwt wo Btarted
at ovory rustling of tho bushes, looking
up anxiously if Uio wind, gently stirred
tho branches overhead, and tho En
glish nurso jumped at least a foot as a
loon sent forth his wild, mocking cry.
" Was that a panther, oh?" sho asked
In a frightened whispor.
44 O, no indeod.'r ropliod tho chil
dren's nunt, nnd yot tho fooblo attempt
at a laugh ended in a little shivor, and
I saw hor crlanco ouloklv ovm lmr
shoulder in a soared sort of way.
Piling several logs of wood on tho
flro to make It last as long as possible,
wo withdrew to our largo sleeping tent.
Tho English nurso headed the procession
with an old rusty hunting-knifo sho had
found among "ttyo cooking utensils.
' Rob, th'o youngest b6y, luggod a brokon
oar into tho tent, while aunt brought up
J tho roar- with a tin pan and pudding
stiok. ' ' , .
44 1 'havo 'often' read that any loud
noiso will sorvo to frighten away wild
beasts," sho.whteporod to me, J4 ami 1
thought thesq might bo handy to havo
Aftor seouroly fastening tho canvas
flaps at tho ontranco of the tout, wo
lay down oi our boiJs of hemlock
boughs, but wo didn't 6oom to bo very
sloopy; in fact, wo wore too nervous to
flloop at onco. 1 waa just dropping into
a dozo when I hoard a sound fit tho
distimco a kind of prolonged howl.
I raised my head to listenso did
44 What was thatP" sho whispered.
44 0; nothing but another tlopn," I an
' bwored, as oalihly as I' cdnlil, but I
Know vory, well It jyas not ft loon.k
For a fow moments -aH was still.
Again tho paine unenrthly sound broko
thu stillness ofltho night. fl'liis timo it
6oomu(l nearer iiilong'tUflmal howl.
Tho children's nunt rqsb to a sitting
.posture. Tho Englishonurso asked in
a frightened whisper, rt Indians oh?"
"Nonsense," returned I. "Thcro
nro no panthers here, and as for Indians,
there isn't a red man wlth'yi a thousand
miles." Hero I stopped. My hair was
braided down my back in a Chhioso
pig-tail, and it seemed to rise straight
in the air as a gust of wind brought to
our oars n third howl, followed; by a
chorus of unearthly yelps.
Wo sprang to our feet. I felt somo
one pulling at my dress nnd heard
Hob's voice tho oldest boy was, fast
asleep: " What is it, auntie P is it is it
a wolf P" Thon I know that his eyes wero
as big as butter-plates.
44 Whatever it is it shall not hurt you,
dear," said I, putting one hand on his
shoulder, and feeling with tho other for
thorillo which one of tho gentlemen had
placed in a corner of the tent that very
"Aunt, whore is tho rilloP"
And aunt, who had a horror of fire
arms, confessed that "only a few
moments before she had carried it out
of the tent and laid it down in tlioj
bushes with tho butt end toward tho
44 hut it wasn't loaded," I replied an
grily. 44 Well, dear, rifles go oft somotimoa
when they ain't loaded," she answered.
I know by this that aunt was very,
very nervous or she never would havo
made such a foolish speech. " Our last
hope is gone then," I said with n groan.
"Now keep still; not a Avord for your
lives! Perhaps tho wolves may go in
another direction; they may bo chasing
Tho moment I said " wolves" tho En
glish nurso fainted. " Let her alone,"
said aunt. "If you bring her to her
sensos she will faint ngain. I am suro
if I havo got to bo eaten by wolves I
baa rather faint too, then I shouldn't
know anything about it."
44 Hush! Listen!"
Wo hold our breath. This is what wo
heard: A. howl or two, a crackling and
rustling of twigs, tho noiso of long leaps
tlii'oiHi tho underbrush, and then, oh,
horror! tho sound of animals
madly around tho
dron's nunt had been
tents. The chil
a small hole
in ono side of the tent,
mercy's sake, look!" sho
1 put my oyes closo to tho rent and
thoro, rushing wildly about, wero four
great, lean, snaggy brutes! Uy tho light
of tho camp firo 1 could soo their glit
tering eyes, rod tongues and sharp
I drew back in horror. "Try tho tin
pan," said I.
Rob beat a lively tattoo with tho pud
ding stiok. For a moment tho patter of
paws cyased, only to begin again more
madly than beforo.
"0, dear!" moaned aunt in despair.
44 Any ddefent wolf would havo been
afraid of a camp firo, to say nothing of
such a rackot as this."
Sho seized the oar and put horsolf in
a war-like attitude. i
" Just thon ono of the creatures outside
brushed against tho tent, while another
ran sniffing about and even veuturqetyf
;u nusu uimur liiu cmtvas mips.
"Something must bo dono," ex
claimed aunt with tho air of ono re
solved " to do or die." "I havo often
road that a wild beast will quail bofqro
tho steady gaze of tho human oyo. "Then
sho drew horsolf up looking tho pichiro
of a veritable Lady Macbeth. "Tho
trouble is, I can't look in four pairs of
oyes at onco."
44 And whilo you wore staring at ono
wolf tho others would cat you up,"1 I
44 Young woman, this is no timo for
icsting," said aunt, solemnly. "Heaven
mows what will becomo of us." 4-
At this instant it Hashed boforo my
mind that there was something familiar
in tho sound of tho howling outside. 1
took another look through Uio littio loop
hole, thon whistled softly. Dropping
tho hunting knifo I had boon brandish
ing and running to tho entrance 1 began
untying tho canvas Haps. "Aunt,"
said I, " listen! Do you hcarP Thoso aro
not wolves, thoy aro dogs; 1 am suro of
In another moment four groat, tawny
hounds wero leaping about mo, putting
their naws on my shoulders, nearly
knocking mo down in their attempt to
oxnress their joy.
1 led the way to tho tent where our
supplies wero stored, and throwing
thorn somo food know from tho greedy
way in which they soi.ed it that thoy
had boon oil" on a long trail. It often
happens that hunting dogs get'lost whilo
on tho scent of nn animal. Tn such
cases thoy always maka their way to tho
nearest camp. Aftor tho hounds had
satisfied thuir liungor thoy followed mo
to tho sleeping tent.
I found tho children's aunt and tho
English nurso pnlo but calm, with tho
happy Rob between them. Wo loft tho
tout Haps open and tho cheery firelight
shono iusido tho camp; tho largest dog
stretched himself boforo tho, entrance as
if to say: "I'm going
to keep watohsj
lio others took: .
lOrO tO-U Mlt." wlilln tin.
their iilnons lv tlm .iliil.lwti.ia i.i, I
Thon wo fell asleep, safe, indeed, under
tho watchful caro of our new-found
friends. Emma W. 'BcmcriU. in OiM
-v gu cuiuo wun nor raothor to a
physician to bo yaecinatod, and wastor-
ribly nervous about the matle'r. Just
as tho doctor was going to start work
sho throw hor arms around tho old,
lady's nook and sobbed:, ." Ono last kiss,'
mamma, boforo tho operationl" Chi
A Painful Blunder.
Poliocracn makp mistakes somotimoa.
But when two pqrsons havo tho samo
name tho sharpest traekors may 'go
wrong in following an address. ArWn
stauco of tho trouble nndheftrt-pain
caused to a young wifo by a mistake in
reporting a death is thus detailed in tho
Now York Hum
A lady named Miller, whoso husband
is employed in tho law department of
tho Mutual Life Insuraneo Company of
this city, was surprifcod on Monday aft
crnoon by tho appearance at her door of
a policeman, who told her that slid was
wanted in New York at once at tltp Lib-orty-street
Station, and that shonnust
got ready and go with him. f i
Slio was much start led,; and tasked
why sho was wanted, but BnCgotlno re
ply. Sho said that sho could not lcavo
her baby, as it was only height months
old, and Bho asked tho-gpolicomnu to
wait athalf-hour until heri husband re
turned.;, i .,
44 1 can't wait," lib4 said; "your hus
band is over there now."
Mrs. Miller objected to taking her
child Out In tho rain? but tho policeman
insisted, that sho should come, and so
she bundled it up and started of), while
the neighbors lookfdd on wondoringly
as tney saw a policeman iroinir with nor
Ins though ho had herundor, arrosU
I On thbjway over Mrs. Miller ropoat
'ed liorjjuostion as to why hoVaswant-
uu, jjuiiLt uio pouccman turn nor mai no
though!? something had happened to hor
husband, but said that ho c'ould toll her
no more. "When slio reached tho Liberty
street Police-station tho Sorgoant asked
her whethor her husband was in ill
health. . j, ' ,
"Ko," sho said.
44 Has ho never had tho heart dis
caso?" -, 1
"No? said Mrs. Millor. AJffho only
thing I know is'that a doctor- told him
to stop smoking cigarottos, or ho would
rum his health."
44 Well; madam,"
said tho Sergeant,
44 1 ami"8orrv to toll vou-that vour bus
band dropped dead at twclvo o'clock to
day." Tho announcement coming upon'Mrs.
Millor after the excitement of tlfo po
liceman's mysterious visit ovorcarao hor,
and she fainted on tho floor, blio was
lifted up by a policeman, and when sho
regained conseiousness,)'. tho Sergeant
asked: "'How old is your husband?''
4v4Twouty-four," said Mrs. Miller.
"Oh," said the Sorgoant, "this is an
old man who has (hopped'-dead. It
can't bo your husband? 'May bo it's
yourfather." g ;
"My father's namo is not Millor,"
said tho young wife.
44 Oh, that's true. Woll.-wo have got
the wrong person? You jean gq.",
In jMr8.Millor'8 absenco hor'husband
returned home, and finding his wife anil
infant gono, was much disturbed: His
neighbors told him his Ivritd had 'been
taken away by a policeman toward tho
Now York ferries. - " ,
Ho started for Now ,York, and 'by
chance mot Jiis wifo, wejik ith oxcito
mcntcomingfqufcTpf tho gato'of tho for-ry-houao.
Sho 'did notjmow tho, way
home, and instead ot sending lor her
husband; who was 'at 146 Broad war.
''near the pdlico 'station, t tho pblico put
her in a oar going up town, and sho
hardly knew how sno, found Jhcriway to
tho forry. s Mrs. Miller was so pros
trated by xcitomonV iha4 a physician
was summoned when sho reached homo.
How a Negro Saved a Train.
The story is a littio lato' being told,
but it is none tho less interesting The
passengers on tho Louisville trajnjthnt
camo ui to Lexington one njgiit a week
or ten days agppvill perhaps rpcoMlect
that tho train was stopped at tho cross
ing of tho railroad aim tho iron-works
turn-piko, just a littio way out of town.
Tho cause was aAsignal from a colored
man named.' Oscar Washington, who
stpod on.thc track waving a light., Ho
had jilsowuily ai bonfireon, tho track, so
that tho engineer would bo bound to seo
that something was wrong. Albugo
walnut log had fallen from a freight
train and lav across tho track. Tho log
was jibout l!our footjinfc diameter.' ".Tho
, colored man.fllvlhg u6ar, qpsorvbd tho
lpgr on his return,fromvorlrM HcTepuld
not inovd it, so hoi 'bujlt a fire on tho
log, and then went on ahead at a safe
(listanco to givg tho "signal. The com
myfrorc.n.im ifpass oyorvtfio road
.ior'himsolf and- family, ButS he declined
it, having littio or no usw for tho pass.
no does noj seem to Knowwiiat value to
put -on his ., great pvrdch.Lcxfiiglon
4 . - . V
Tho wheat product of tho Pacific
coast for 1881 jwas 40,000,000 bushels,
and the oxpqrte of rwhcltr during tho
year (Including J!ur), roaohocf tho
enormous quantity of .I8,9')U,290 bush
els. Tho barley crop of 1881 was 2,
000,000 centals, boot-root sugar, $ 10,
000 pounds; wool N clip,, 8,20,709
pounds, anilwlno product, 9,(f0,000
gallons. Imports', of sugar in 188Lworp
151, 182,000 pounds,1 of cofleo 15,3T3,9!ll
pounds, of rjco 50,922.908 pounds, and
of tea 17,988,fiQ7 pounds. The gold
and silver 'product for itho year was
$77,000,000, and, tho coinage at S:m
l-ranoisco rqached l!i,GGO,000. Value
pfi nianufa'bfures in fSgiJlFrai
A poor woman of eighty could not
pay hor rent at East Rrooktield, Mass.,
anil tho lancllord removed tlio doois to
foi;co hor out of, tjiorhqiiso. JyVhonJ si.o
hmg up bliinkqts for gshoRor irmft tho
wipdho nulledfyhopiglou'i.- SlibLM-iis
already ill"' wid- under hjs - treatment
soon died. But" her imbociloda"ughter,
aged sixty, still remained. Tho land
lord ejected hor. Then amiob of women
,urpkojppenitHO rpplacod, 'doors! vith
axes, reinstated tho uaughtori andThoot
cd tho owncr--sM. T, Herald.
. routllS, Department.
11 ! " "
Hcnrd foil, O little children,
This wonderf il Btdry told .
Of tho Phrynlnn Kinpr whoso fatal touch
yTurned overythlnjr to goldf
In a ffront, dim, drenrv ohamtwr,
Honeath tho palnOfrlloof,
llooountod lilt tromunnof Bllttorlng coin.
And ho always longed for more.
Wlion tho cloiida In tho blazo of sunsot
Dura d tliiming fold on fdld,
Ho thought how lino a thing 'twould bo
Wore thoy but real old I
And when his dear littio daughter,
Tho child ho lovod ho well, , f
CamO biitnrin? In from thojplcasant Oolds
. Tho yellow asphodel, ,
Or buttoroups from tho meadow,
Or dandelions wuy,
KlntrMMns would look tthoblossbmSBWOot,
And Bho would hear htm say:
44 If only tho flowora wero really
Ooldcn u? thoy appear,
'Tworo worth your whllo to Rather thorn,
3Iy littio duliKhtor deurl"
Ono day in tho dim, droar ohnmbor,
Ah o counted bin treiiAtiro o'or,
A minlHiiuii Hllmicd tlirmiirh a chink In tho
i - wull . ' t
And qulvorod down to tho floor.
44 Would it wore ffold," honiuttorcd.
4,That broad, bright, yellow bar!"
Suddenly stood In Ita mellow light,
A Figaro bright na n atar.
Young nnd VuOdy and glorious, .
With fuoo na fresh as tho dav.
With a wingod cup and winged hoola,
And oyes both wlso and guy.
44 O havo your wish, King Midas,"-'
A heavo ly voleo begun,
Llko nil Hweot notes of the morning,
Ilruldcd and blended in ono.
41 And whon to-morrow's nunriso
Wukos'you with rosy Ilro,
.All things you touch shall turn to gold,
Kvon as you dcslro." i
King Midas Blopt. Tho morning
At last stole up tho sky,
And woko him, lull of eagerness,
The wondrous spell to try.
And lol tho bed's flno draperies
Of linen fair and cool,
Of qulltod Hiitln and cobweb lace,
And blankets of snowy wool,
All had boon changod with tho sun's first ray
To marvcloiiH cloth of gold,
Thut rippled and shimmered as soft as silk
In many a gorgeous fold.
Uut ull thls.pplcndor weighed so muchjd
Twos lrkflomo to tlio King,
And up ho sprang to try at onco i
Tho touch on every thing.
Tho heavy tussol that ho graspod
And hung by tho purple curtain rich
Lllto u glowing muss of Hume.
At every step, on ovory side,
Such splendor followed him,
Tho vory sunbeams seemed to palo,
And mom Itself grew dim.
But whon ho oarao to tho witor . s v ,
Tor his delielous bath,
And dipped his hand In tho surfaco smooth,
Ho started In sudden wrath;
For tho liquid, light and leaping,
So crystal-biight and clear,'
Grew a solid luko of heavy gold, ,
And tho King began to fear! .
But'out ho went to tlio garden,
bo fresh In tlio morning hour,
And u thousand Imils In tho balmy night
Hud burst Into perfect llowor.
'Twos a world of porfumo nnd color,
Of toudor and delicate bloom,
But Only tho hldequs thirst for wealth
In tho King's heurt found room.
Ilo'passad llko a spirit of autumn
Through that fafr spneo of bloom,
And tho leaves aud tho (lowers grow yollow
In a dull aud scentless gloom.
Back, to tho lofty palnco f
"Wont tho'glad monarch then.
And sut at his sumptuous breakfast,
Ho broko tho fino, whlto wheaton roll,
f Who light and wholcsotuo bread,! i 4 l
' And It turned to a lump'of motalirloh-i!
It had as well boon load I
Again did fear osiall tho King,
Whon what was this ho hoard?i
Tho voico of his littio daughtor door,
Aa sweet as a grlovlng bird.
Bobbing sho stood boforo him,
And a goldou roso held sho.i ' f
And tho tears thut brimmed her bluo, bluo
Woro pitiful to sec.
44 Father! O Fathor dearcstl
This droudlul thing oh, sool
Oh, whut has happonod to all tho flowors?
Toll mo, what can It be?"
44 Why should you cry, my daughter?
Aro not theso blossoms of gold
Beautiful, precious mid wonderful,
Withsplondor not to bo told?"
44 1 hato them, O my father!
Thoy'ro stlif and hard and dpad,
That woro so sweet and sott and fair,
And blushed so wunn and rod."
44 Como here," ho cried, "my darling,"
And bent, her cheek to kiss,
To comfort hor wionlIeavonly I'owors!
What fearful thing was this?
Ho sonic buck shuiiilorlng ohdiaghost' V
But sho stood still as death .'"? J
A statuo or hornblii gloaming gold, '
With nelthor motion nor bieuth.
Tho gold tears hardened on her chook,
Tho gold roso In hor hand,
Even her littio sandals changed
To gold, whoio sho did stand.
Thon such a tumult (if despair
Tho wrotchod King possessed,
no wnyig his hands, nnd torn bls'halr,'
And"sobbed, nnd bout his breast.
Weighed wjth ono look from .horn wcot oyes
Whut was tho whole world, worth?
Against pnu, touch of horjoying lips, 'v
Tho treasure of all tho-urth?, ,
Then camo That voco, llko music,
.ah ueMii nn iiiu iiiiiruuig air,
44 now Is it with you, King Midas,
Uioh In your answered prayor?"
And thoro In tho suushluo smiling,
ltndtly and young and glorious, '
Tho Stranger stood onco inoro.
No blessing, but a curso I il'
Ono loving hoart more precious is
Than tho gold of tho untvorso,"
Tho Stranger listened a swoutor smiled
Klndlodhls bravo, bright oyes.
Glad am I, O.Klng.Mldas, .
Thnt you havo grown so wlso 1
44 Again your'wlsh is grouted;
More siylftlv than botore.
All you lutvo harmed with tho fatal touoh
'ouHhnll again restoro," '. '
IToclapoa his littio' daughtor
.0h, Joy within his aims, , ,
Bho trembled back to her hujnan self,
With all her human charms.
Aoross hor face bo saw tho llfo t l '
Bonoath his kiss begin, T t 3
Ana steil to tho chanulng dlmplo doop
Upon her lovoly chin,
Again hor oyes grow bluo nnd oloar,
Again hor chookiflushod nvi, y
Ehe looked hor arms about his nook.
"My fathor doarrkhn said.
Oh, hoppy was King Midns,
Against his heart to hold
His treasure of lovcunoro precious
Than a thousand worlds or gold I
Cclta Thaxicr, in St. A'kiidlaa.
How Flsh-IIooks nro Made.
Boys, how long do you suppose il
would take you to niakd 'a respeetablo
fish-hook? What do you suppose it
would cost you to havo a skilled work
man make you one as good as you can
buy for a penny P
But I saw a magical littio machine,
not long ago, bito off tt little pMcco of
steel wire, ciicw it a moment, and then
spit it out formed into a perfect hook.
It would toss out these .litllo books
overy half second, tho different ma
chines making tho different sizes.
There aro eight stops' in tho making
of a fish-hook oy tlio machines I saw.
The boy who tended ono of thorn,
snatched specimens from tho mnciiino
as they wero paysjng'-ithroligh, nnd
showed mo how each stroko of Uio littio
chisels' and hammers' added to tho bit
of wire that went in, until it camo out a
finished hook and ready to fish with,
though probably tho most fastidious ljh
wouldn't touch it because it hadn't yet
Tho curious little machines would first
nip off bits of wire ; another stroko of
tho machine, nnd tho bit of wire had a
little loop in ono end. Tho next half
second 'the wiro had a" hack in it near
tlio other end. Then camo a littio
hammer-stroke'which ilattcncd out tho
hacked end. Then a littjo chisel shaved
this flattened end into a point. And
last of all, it 'receives ono' drobk and
drops, a porfectly formed hook, into tho
littio bucket, having been, only four
seconds before, nothing but an inch or
more of steel wire on a reel.
, Thcrotaro two ways of finishingthese
hooks. Either thoy aro 44 japanned,"
which gives them tho black finish which
is tho most common one, or thoy aro
finished with that fine bluo that is fre
quently put upon swords and cutler'.
It is done b' heating them in a furnaco
till they como to a "cherry-rod as tho
workmen call it, and then they nro
poured into a bucket of oil aud left to
Aftor finishing, they aro taken up to
tho deft-fingered girls, whb rapidly
count them by hooking them over a
piece of coarso wire, and throwing out
at the same timo tho imperfect ones.
Then thev nack them in neat boxes.
and they "aro stacked up ready for mar
But I suppose this is only the tamest
part of tho history of these murderous
littio objects. How many of them do
you suppose will ever hooka fish? May
bo ono in a hundred, orhaps not ono
in five hundred, llow many of tlicm
will slumber, the sport of tho fishes, im
beded in somo old log at tlio bottom of
some pool or river where thoy hav stuck
ond stuck, though tugged at and
twitched at by the luckless littio boy
who hasn't caught anything yet, and
who hasn't anothor to'.fastca on jnthcir"
pla'co! How many weary 'milos thoy
must go, somo of them, with hungry,
wqfc, tired littio follows, (and perhaps
big fe.llows, too), innocent of any lisn,
and in having no bites save from mos
quitoes. But here and there ono shall
thrust point and barb into somo fish who
with more appetite than discretion has
failed to seo tlio trap set foe- him, and
out and Up ipto the air has rushed, "his
silver aiTuor'fi ashing Useless in.thb'sun," -to
make a supper for tho lucky fisher
man. Witfe Awake.
"Itock-n-byo Baby on tho Tree Top."
One' day last summer, down in Texas,
thoro was a fearful storm. It was a
wind storm. The wind was so strong
that it carried roofs of houses, and such
things, a great way.
When it was oypr, some mon sot out
to follow tho track of the storm. Ono
of them told this truo story. They
thought thcymight find thiugsthnt tlio
Wind had' dropped ;f and'tlfby might find
somo one hurt and in need of help.
It was near night, nnd quite dark in
tho woods, when thoy heard a cry.
They stopped to loqk about and liston.
Th'oy. heard; thocry higain; and thcu
thoy saw'somo 'dark thing up in'n tree.
44 It is a panthor!" said ono. "Stand
off! 1 will shoot!"
"No; stop!" said anothor; "it is not
a panther. I will climb up aud soo what
Up ho wont; and what do you think
ho found, lodged in tho trooP
A cradlo with a dear littio baby in it!
Thb'foarfuL Wind' hhiMnown'dowii the
baby's homo. It had carried off baby,
cradle and all. Tho cradlo was caught
by a branch of tho high tree.
Then tho wind blew against it so
hard that tho cradle was wedged in a
orotcji, of tho treo. It was so fast that
tho men had ,tosav'away tho boughs
togotnbdowri.'U' . ! "I . a
Thoro Was tlio dear baby, all safe and
sound, injtsvcrudlo oicst. t No ono know
where tho baby s friends were, or whero
its home had been. Tho men carried
it to their home, aud a kind woman took
carooHt. -flur Little Ones.
Twenty-four young women of Ne
vada City, Cab, mocking tho military
boys, of tho plaoo, organized ,n broom
brigade. Their unifornu-onsisted of mus
Jjn gowns trimmed with rod calico,
jaunty jaokots of similar fabrics and
bluo caps. Each carried an ordinary
broom, mado fantastic with bits of red
ribbqn. Kqceiitlyrono of their number
was married, and tho broom brigado es
corted thobrido fromlhor fathers house
to the railway station, tho brido's broom,
trimmed in mourning goods, boing oar
rioil rqyorsod at tho head of tho nrooes
aloTL-SChicdgo m'rald; '