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0. W. 7AXRBR0THEK & CO,, Proprietor.
AUBURN, s : NEBRASKA.
TRAVEL.
I sit tit homo In an easy chair,
With nn oxcollont shaded light,
.And n tropical warmth pervades tho air
From tho burning of anthraolto;
As ovonlng brings n gratoful rost
To body and mind nnd hands,
Or all delights 1 doom it host
To journoy to forclgu lands.
I havo no nocd of a statoly ship,
no roar or a roiling Boa:
In choson books I tnko my trip
With tho goodllost company;
And whether 1 read of Sou thorn skies
Or tho wraith of an Eastorn port,
I may soo tho world through nn author's oyos.
May dwell in a camp or court
Through wonderful sketch-books that belong
To an artist friend of mlno
I visit tho placos of legend and song
So famous along tho Hhlno.
Ibrcatho tho spirit of old romanco
As I sail tho Northorn main;
1 tread tho vine-clad vales of Franco,
And look for my castlos in Spain.
Tho song of Venetian gondollors,
As they guldo their moon-lit boats,
I seem to hear, or tho mouutninoor'a
Tyrolean echo notes.
I may sco tho heather's purple plumos
Among tho banks and braes,
Or wander where thu primrose blooms
Along tho English ways.
I sook the Land of tho Midnight Sun,
Or trnco tho source or tho Nllo;
I find tho cedars of Lebanon,
Or study Creto awhile.
Whonover 1 tiro of timo nnd tldo,
No matter how far I roam,
I havo only to lay my book nsldo
To Ilnd mVBulf ut homo.
Tho world is wldo and tho world Is fair,
And heroes good to soo,
But a hearth and homo, and frlouds to share,
Aro nil the world to mo;
And to sigh in vain for forolgn sight
There surely is no uood,
As long as pooplo llvo to wrlto,
And I may llvo to road.
Martlui Cavcrno Cook, in farjxr's Bazar.
NAMING THE TWINS.
Thorn never was a prouder man than
Mr. Horatio Jones when ho found him
self the parent of a lino pair of twins
a boy and a girl. Ho implicitly credit
ed the statement of tho nurso that tho
boy was tho finest and tho girl tho
loveliest infant over born within her
knowledge; and his face beamed with
delight when old Mr. Booker detected
unmistakable bumps of genius on tho
hoad of the male infant; and Mrs. Mar
tin asserted that the nose of tho girl,
which at present seemed of no particu
lar or definite shape, gave- certain
Eromisc of turning out a pure Grocian.
Irs. Martin, who" had twelve children
of her own, must, of course, know.
Mrs. Jones' mother Mrs. Crutch
ings had, of course, been with her
daughter several weeks previous to tho
birth of iho infants; and immediately
on receiving intelligence of that impor
tant event, Grandma Jones arrived, for
tho purpose of congratulating her son
and looking after the welfare of tho
.now additions to tho house of Jones.
It was during her stay that tho impor
tant question of choosing uamos for tho
twins was discussed and decided.
It was on a Sunday, and Uncle and
Aunt Jackson and Cousin Joshua had
been invited to dinner, aftor which,
Miss Arabella Walters, an intimato
friend of Mrs. Jones, had dropped in,
speedily followed by Mr. Weathorby
Jones, a distant relative of tho family,
though on very familiar terms with
them
Seated around a cosoy fire, with sher
ry wine and walnuts on a round-table,
the company were voiy pleasant and'
liheorful, until after awliilo Cousin
Joshua inquired what tho twins wore to
bo called a subject which had novor
been in tho remotest manner alluded to
by either Grandma Jones or Grandma
Crutehings.
"Ahem!" said Jones, stroking his
side-whiskers. "It occurs to mo,
sinco thoro are so many of us mot to
cether this oveninsr. that it would bo a
favorable opportunity of choosinr
names for the babies."
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"Suppose we havo 'cm in and sco
what they look like," said Cousin
Joshua, a bald-headed, jolly-looking old
gentleman. "Then wo can chooso '
names to suit them." I
Accordingly, a message was dis-'
patched to the nurse, and tTiat important J
personage soon entered, bearing upon
each stout arm a very tiny anil very
pink specimen of infantile humanity, 1
buried in a froth of lace and rullles.
Tho company gathered around and
minutely inspected the pair, with many
comments and expressions of admira
tion. "The imago of hi3 father," said Mrs.
Jackson; "and tho girl bless tho
teeny-wcenoy itty darling! tho perfect
typo of her mother."
Jones looked highly gratified until
Mr. Jackson observed, with a sideways
poiso of his head:
"Well, now, to my mind they're liko
nobody I over saw beforo, oxcopt other
babies. They're all as much aliko as a
bushel of peas."
Mrs. JacKson, a largo woman of com
manding aspoct, cast a glanco of sovoro
admonition at her husband.
Ho was a little, norvous-looking man,
whoso misfortune it was to bo perpetu
ally doing and saying ill-timed things,
though with tho best intentions in tho
world.
After a sufficient amount of potting
from their grandmothers, and of
raptures from Miss Arabella, with a dis
tant staro from Mr. Weathorby Jones,
who seemed rather afraid of thorn, tho
twins wore borno away, and tho dis
cussion of their futuro names was re
sumed. "As there seems to bo no personal pe
culiarity about them to suggest a
namo," obsorved Cousin Joshua, "any
ordinary namo will do only, being
twins, you soo, tho namos, liko tho
owners, should rosemblo each other.
What do you say to Thomas and Thorn
a3la, or Samuol and Samuella, for in
stance?" "O, no, indeodt" said Mrs. Jonos,
quickly. "No common namos for my
babies; somothing pretty and striking
though I don't object to tho names be
ing somowhat alike, considering that
thoy aro twins."
" I wouldn't havo 'em allko if 1 wore
you, Emily," said her mother. "Tho
children aro enough allko already, nnd
if thoy havo tho same sounding namos,
they'd novor bo ablo to know themselves
apart."
Tho comnanv admitted tho roasona-
blonoss of this objection; but Cousin
Joshua would not givo up his point.
"Twins ought to havo twln-liko
names," ho maintained " names that
pair together, as it wore. Such as as
" and ho scratched his head with a
puzzled air.
"Bell and Beau," suggested Mr.
Weathorby.
" Jack and Gill; or may bo Punch nnd
Judy would do," said Mr. Jackson, and
immediately shrank up under tho with
ering glances cast upon him.
Nobody but Cousin Joshua laughed;
and Mr. Weathorby Jones looked from
tho window, and remarked, absently,
that it was a fine day.
"O!" cried Miss Arabella, clasping
her fair hands in sudden ocstaey, "I
havo thought of tho very thing. Paul
and Virginia!"
Mr. and Mrs. Jones socmed ploased
at this suggestion.
I 'lira suro thoy aro very pretty
namos," said Emily, looking appoaling
ly at her husband. " What do you say,
dearP"
" Well, really, my lovo, I see no ob
jection if you like them."
"Nor I,' said Cousin Joshua.
There was a pauso.
" I never know any one of tho namo
of Paul," commoncod Grandma Cruteh
ings, solemnly, "who didn't turn out
badly. There was Paul Simpkins, who
fell off a gate-post and broko his loft
hand forefinger when ho was only four
years old; and Paul Hicks, sent to
State's Prison for stealing; and and "
" But there was tho Apostlo Paul,
ma," said Mrs. Jones. "Ho was a
saint, you know."
"Tho Apostlo Paul lived in old
times," replied Mrs. Crutehings, de
cisively. "Things aro changeu sinco
then. Besides, ho was cast into prison
and put to death, as you know, ' sho
added, looking around with an air of
superiority.
"Wouldn't it bo a good idea," said
Mr. Weathorby Jones, " to givo tho boy
tho namo of some great man? The con
sciousness of boing a second aw, hum!
Hannibal or Cicero would probably
havo a good influence upon him, and
render him ambitious of preserving tho
honor of the namo, and of emulating tho
fame of his illustrious namesake"
"Georgo Washington?" suggested
Aunt Jackson.
"Too common. I know at least fif
teen George Washingtons white and
black!" said Jones.
"Suppose you chooso somo namo
closely associated with tho Father of his
Country." said Cousin Joshua "some
thing that would be continually remind
ing your boy of that great and good
man, and urging him on to imitate
him?"
" J 'Mile Hatchet! And tho girl, Cher
ry, after tho cherry-tree, you know,"
said Cousin Jackson, in tho triumphant
consciousness of having at last made a
brilliant hit.
And ho could not account for tho pro
found contempt with which his sugges
tion was received.
"That Little Hatchet suggests an In
dian name," observed Jones, thought
fully. "I've always had a partiality for
Indian names. 1 fancy thoy confer an
air of distinction, besides boing pe
culiarly appropriate to an American-
born child.
"Indeed, somo of tho Indian namos
! with enthusiasm
aro lovely!" Miss Arabella declared,
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"llicro aro Minno-
haha and Osceola, and Powhatan and
Pocahontas though theso last aro usual
enough in tho upper classes of Virginia
and Tccumseh and Warowo-comieo
unless this is too long."
" Warowo-comieo Jones that is rath
er too long," murmured Emily.
" How would Nana dor
wife was called Nana "
Sitting Bull's
Hero Mr. Jackson's voico was heard,
faintly suggesting Spotted Tail and
Wampum, or Pow-wow and Calumet,
"or something of that sort." But
Grandmother Jones interposed.
"If you want to make a yolling,
scalping savage of j'our child, Horatio,"
sho said, severely, to her son, " why
not call him Tomahawk, or Wild
cat, or Poison-snake, at once, and bo
dono with it?"
" Why, mothor, Poison-snake Jones
would scarcely sound well in my opin
ion." But Mrs. Jones, senior, was ovidont
ly, for somo reason, seriously offended.
"Ma," said Emily, observing that hor
mothor had not spoken, but hat with
stiflly folded hands and pursod-up lips,
" can't you suggest somothingP"
"If your own feelings, Emily, as the
daughter of ono of tho best of mon and
fathers, havo not suggested to you a
namo for your boy your first boy
tlicn i regard it as useless my
any suggestion."
making
There was a dead silence, and every
body looked at everybody olso.
" You go for family namos, porhaps,
ma'amP" said Cousin Joshua. "Pray
what was tho Christian namo of your
lato respected husband?"
" His name, sir," responded tho wid
ow, solemnly "his namo was Nicholas
Peter Crutehings; and a hotter or moro
amiable-tempered man novor lived."
Hero Grandma Jones gave an audible
snill; and Mr. Jackson ousorvod, pleas
antly: "Yes, madam, I remember him very
well, and that his namo teat Nicholas
for tho boys in tho strcot usod to call
him Old Nick, which naturally rilod
him considerably. Many a thrashing
I've scon him bestow upon thoso young
rascals."
"havo always thought," commoncod
Grandma Joncs.with groat deliberation;
"I havo always been undor tho improsr
sion that a man's first boy would naU
urally bo named after himself or his
own father. Ah husband's namo was
Thaddeus Thaddous Jones."
"On tho contrary, ma'am," said Mrs.
Crutehings, frigidly "if you will ox-
cuso mo i navo always understood it
to bo tho custom for the oldest son to
boar tho namo of his mother's family
thus notifying distinctly what two fami
lies ho represents."
" Crutehings Jones!" murmured Mr.
Horatio Jones, criticisingly.
"Thaddeus Horatio would sound
rather hotter, I should think," said
his mother, loftily. "If you havo no
regard for tho momory of your blessed
father, Horatio, and no doslro to pcr
petuato in your family tho remombranco
of his virtues, then it is usoloss my say
ing anything further. As to myself,"
sho added, with dignity, "I trust that I
can do my duty as a grandmother to
your daughter, whether or not sho is
called by my namo."
Hero tho old lady's voico faltered, but
sho would not yield to tho momentary
weakness produced by the consciousness
of neglect and injury. She adjusted her
cap and looked defiantly around.
"Well," said Jones' mother-in-law,
with sarcastic emphasis, "I must say
that when a porson expects a young
woman to overlook and slight hor own
mother, and namo hor first girl-baby
aftor another porson why, I'm pre
vmrod for nnvthiiurl"
" I should think, ma'am, that a por
son would havo a right to expect it, so
long as sho is in her own son's house!"
"Oh. ma'am, I don't intend to dispute-
that question; and I'm sure I havo
no intention of being an intruder in tho
house of my own (laughter's husband.
If my presence inconveniences you "
" Ma!" interrupted Emily, pleadingly.
While Jones whispored something In
tho oar of his maternal parent which
caused her to bridle up with:
" l am suro, Horatio, that I don't in
tend or desiro to produce any unpleas
antness. 1 am tho last porson " and
hero sho applied hor handkerchief to
hor oyes nnd'loft tho room, at tho same
moment in which Mrs. Crutehings, with
all her little curls in a tremble, sailed
out by tho opposite door.
A dead silence fell upon the company.
Jones looked extremely uncomfortable,
and his wifo began to show signs of
nervousness. Mr. Weathorby Jonos
sucked tho head of his cano, and Miss
Arabella pensively toyed with her
watch-charms.
"I don't sec," said Mrs. Jackson,
moditativoly "I don't sco how tho
question is over to. ho settled, unless you
allow tho twins to grow up and choose
names for themselves."
" Or call them after everybody at
once," suggested her husband.
For onco his idea was considorod
worthy of attention. Cousin Joshua im
mediately took it up.
"Suppose you call tho boy after both
his grandfathers Thaddeus Peter
and tho girl after both her grandmoth
ers "
"Jcrusha.Tano Jones! What a namo!"
sobbed Emily.
"Couldn't wo prefix some ornament
al namo," said Miss Arabolla, "by
which tho little darlings might bo usu
ally called?"
This proposition boing approvod, it
was further proposed that tho grand
mothers themsolvos should havo tho
privilege of choosing those qualifying
first namos. Tho two ladies wero there
upon waited on and informed of this ar
rangement. Mrs. Crutehings was dis
covered to bo packing hor trunk, and
Mrs. Jones reading: nsormon upon "The
Trials of our Earthly Lifo;" but thoy
wero induced to roturn to tho company
and tnough neither appeared perfectly
satisfied with tho now arrangement, a
moro harmonious fooling was soon re
stored. "I think," said Mrs. Crutehings,
thoughtfully "I think Eglantino the
prettiest female name in tho world. It
was tho name of tho heroine of a novel
which I wrote at boarding-school, and
never had published, Tho girls used to
go wild over it."
"And," said Grandma Jones, pen
sivoly, "there is, in my opinion, no nobler-sounding
name than Hamilton. I
had a lover of that namo my first
lovor whom my papa forbade my mar
rying." So tho twins wero called Hamilton
Thaddeus Peter, and Eglantine Jane Jc
rusha! But there's no foreseeing tho course
of human events, atid to this day tho
Jones twins aro known to all their ac
quaintance by the twin-like abbrevia
tions of Ham and Eggs! Saturday
Night.
Tho agent of an accident Insurance
company introduces in his advertise
ment tho picture of a hat with tho blade
of a pair of shears, that fell out of a
window, sticking upright in the hat.
Ho says that tho wearor of this hat was
insured against accidents in the com
pany for which Lo is an agont; but how
that provontcd too shoars from falling
into his hat the agont fails to show.
Moreover it was tho height of tho hat
that provontcd thJ shears from hurting
tho wearor of tho hat aftor thoy Btruok.
A soploty to provanl women and chil
dren from chuckirg shoars out of uppor
windows, or ono for tho encouragement
of high hats, would scorn to be tho real
need of tho community. Detroit Fret
Press.
Femalo law-brenkors in Mobile work
out their fines in the chain-gang.
youths' Department.
THE CAXELES8 CIIOW.
A crow that was black as ovor was born
Flow out of his nest ono beautiful morn,
And, calling his mates from far and from
tioar,
Spoko words that thoy all woro anxious to
hear.
"You all, fellow crows, know old Farmer
Oreon,
Who raises good corn as over was seen;
Well, funny it is you'll laugh, I daro say
He's putup a scarecrow to keep us away I"
"Cawl caw!" laughed tho crows, "a sorry old
wight.
To think an old coat will givo us a frlghtl
Cawl caw!" and "cawl cawl now lot us
all go
To whero Farmer Q recti hits put his scare
crow." Then quickly thoy How, and, lod by tho ono
Who'd called them together to toll of tho fun.
Thoy soon roachod tho Held whero stood, nil
forlorn,
A horrid old imago among tho green corn.
Tho crow in advanco, to show he'd no fear.
Went near to Uio scarecrow alas! too near!
For "crack I" went a gun, and, shot through
tho head,
Tho crow that was caroloss tumblod down
dead. "Cawl cawl" shrlok tho orows, now laughing
uo more.
"Cawl cawl" thoy all cry as upward thoy
soar.
And novor again was ono of thorn soon
To go near tho scarecrow of old Farmor
Uroon.
-Our I.Mlt One.
CAUUHT.
"You promised to toll us somo timo
how you got that sear on your forehead,
uncle."
Yes, boys, but tho story is so littlo
to my credit that I havo felt rathor in
clined to put it otV. Howovor, I'll toll
it now; perhaps it may do you good
porhaps not
They do say all boys quarrol. If that
is so 1 don't seo why it should bo so.
No good comes of it, but harm very oft
en. I don't boliovo all boys do, but my
brother George and I did, or I should
not now bo toiling you how I got that
scar.
Wo lived, you know, on tho banks of
tho Susquehanna. Uo you know tho
meaning of that Indian namo is "Wind
ing KivorP" It is well named, for, be
sides its greater winding as shown ou
tho map, dosoribed by school-boys of
my days as "a zig-zag lino in tho form
of tho letter N," its whole course is full
of tho lovoliost littlo curves and bonds,
somo gotitle, somo abrupt, all beautiful
and leading on and on lo new boauties.
1 have heard old travelers say that somo
of its scenery is unsurpassed by any
thing in the way of quiet river land
scape. Woll, tho boys who aro so fortunate
as to live along such rivers havo good
times. Thoro is fishing in all its varie
ties, with lino and Willi net and with
outlino you don't know what outline
fishing isP Wo used to take a half-inch
rope which would reach, say, half across
tho river. Along this at intervals of
about ton foot woro tied pieces of fish
lino perhaps two foot long. Theso wero
hooked and baited and then ono end of
tho rope, or outlino was fastened at tho
shore to somo underground branch or
root, tho other being anchored as far out
in tho river as it would reach. Thoro
was nothing very sportsmanlike in this
stylo of fishing, but it was by no means
poor fun to go in tho early morning in a
boat along that lino (which was put out
overnight) nnd pull up each short lino
with tho clianco of finding a perch,
"chub," pickerel, or, possibly, but not
probably, a bass on the end of it. How
good thoso fish tasted for breakfast!
Another way was to spear the fish, at
night, with a firo of pitch-pine knots
made in an old dripping-nan mounted
on a polo fixed firmly to the sido of tho
boat; 1 don't know whether boys of to
day use what wo did then, a kind of stull
which we bought, in tho shape of small
black shells, like cocoa shells, only
larger. Theso wo throw into tho river
when we first went out; the fish ato thorn
eagerly and thoy had an intoxicating
effect on them, for they would rush and
splash about in tho water, making it
easy for us to find thorn. I havo sinco
thought it was a cruel advantage to take
of tho poor things who know no hotter
than to tako tliat into their stomachs
which would lead them to ruin unlike
beings blessed with sense (or, have thoy
sonsoP) who do tho very samo thing
knowingly!
1 did not, in those days, think much
of tho picturesque feature of this sport,
but I woll remember tho glow on tho
trees and tho gleam on the water. I
think wo might easily have been taken
for somo order of ferocious night goblin
in tho red glaro with our formidable
spears
"Ah! was it ono of thoso gavo you
tho scar?"
No, I am coming to that. It camo
through a much tamer way of fishing.
Tho long bridge which crossed the river
near ray homo was a very old one, tho
piors being built in tho old-fashioned
way, not of stono or of hoavy opon tim
ber work, as wo seo now-a-days, but
moro liko woodon boxes, pointing, of
course, an inclined plane upstream, but
having the lower ond opon. Thoy wore
partly filled in with looso, rough stono.
Theso piors woro favorito resorts for a
quiet, unambitious fish when wo had
nothing moro venturosomo on hand.
Wo would row out to ono of thom, got
insido and fish as long as wo could got
good bites, and thou movo to another.
I must havo been about olovon years
old and my brothor Gcorgo two years
older, when wo went ono morning out
to ono of tho piers near tho middlo of
tho bridge. Gcorgo had poor luck, and
after a whilo proposed to try somo othor
placo. I, howovor, was having a good
many nibbles, and rofusod. Then ho
wanted mo to oxchango polos, but I
would not do that either.
"Woll," ho presently said, "you
may stay hero if you like, but I slall
tako tho boat and go whoro I can catch
something."
' You may do as you please," 1 said.
"Do go with mo, Bon."
"No look there." 1 jorkod n uok
or out of tho wator and laid him wrig
gling on tho stones. " No tiotibfo
about catching fish hero," I ndded,
rather spitefully, as I took him from the
hook.
Georgo angrily got in tho boat ami
rowed away, shouting back to mo:
"You may get homo as you host
can."
"Don't troublo yourself about mo,
old cranky," I answered. 1 did uoi
mind at all being loft, for I knew ha
would coma back for mo whon ho cooled
down. I fished for an hour or so when
it occurred to mo that it would bo a
food joke to givo him a littlo fright,
t would bo quito n satisfaction if I
could mako him think for n littlo whilo
that I had cotno to somo harm through
his leaving mo.
I told you tho piors woro boarded up
on tho outside. Up near tho top of this
ono a board was gono, decayed away, as
I porcotvod when I got up to it. For I
formed tho plan of climbing up to this
opening and out upon tho inclined
piano to hitlo from George, for ho could
not see mo thoro whon ho camo to look
for mo. Then I would climb down
again when I had enjoyed his alarm
and perplexity at not finding mo.
No soonor said than done. I found it
rathor diflloult, for the timbers which
supported the planking woro somo dis
tance apart, and vory weak with ago. I
porooivod now that tho real supports of
the bridge consisted of strong timber
which had been sat up insido, tho out
side boing now a moro useless sholl as I
found to my cost, -For as I climbed
through the opening and roachod the in
clino, hard work, for it shelved ovor a
littlo, tho wholo thing began to crumble
undor mo crashing down fifteen feet
below, whoro on ono sido lay those
jagged stones, on tho othor the dcop,
swift running wator. With a dosporato
oflbrt I half loapod, half scrambled up
close to tho outside wall of tho bridge,
tho decayed wood giving way undor
every stop, till I gained a narrow ledgo
formed of tho renewed timber. Hero I
was safe, but hero I found 1 must stay
until help came, for thoro was no sound
supports within my roaeh.
As I sat on this narrow seat with
scarcely any rest for my feet, 1 bogan to
realize that I was in no pleasant posi
tion, and looked anxiously about to sco
what might bo my chances of getting
out of the trap I had got myself into.
Things wero not promising. Less than
an eighth of a mile above mo tho groat
dam stretched itself from shore to shore.
Its hollow roar was enough to prevent
my voico ooing hoard lar in any diroe
tion, and to this was added the ceaseless
diu of tho llouring mills, saw-mills and
paper mills at either ond of it. I could
only wait for Gcorgo to conio, but hours
passed, during which my cries for help
wero thrown back lo mo by tho pitiless
noise. As I grew cramped and ex
hausted and dizzy it seomod to wrap
itself around mo as if to bear mo down
to tho angry waters.
I never havo been able to understand
how I clung thoro so long. Tho after
noon woro away, and as tho shadows
grow longer I could dimly hoar shout
lug and perceive moro movement on
shore. Then rays of light shone from
down tho rivor artificial light, I know.
Thoro certainly was unusual excitement
about tho mills, and as twilight deep
ened I could just soo a boat put out
from ono of them aud conio nearly to
wards me, whon it turned down stream.
I called and shouted, but was still un
heard. Thou 1 took a quick resolution,
born of tho extremity of my position.
Gathering all my strength in one scream
and ono leap, I sprang out ovor tho
water in tho direction of tho boat. My
forehead struck ou ono of tho zinc
bound oars aud tho blood streamed ovor
my face as I folt myself seized by friend
ly arms. Then a halloo went up from
my rescuers, which was carried from
boat to boat and from bank to bank. I
saw that tho river was alivo with thoso
who woro searching for mo it was thoir
lights 1 had seen.
"Didn't Georgo go back for you,
unolo?" '
" Yes, but had novor thought of look
ing for mo above tho bridge. After
hunting long for mo in soro dismay, ho
had spread tho alarm. Poor follow! ho
had Biifl'orod moro than 1 had."
"But ho was tho most to blamo."
" I don't think so. I have always ob
served that whon boys, or others either,
for that matter, get to quarreling thoro
is genornliy littlo to chooso on either
sido." Chicago Slumla rd.
Near Calistoga, Cal., there is a
mound of earth probably five feet high
er than tho ground surrounding. l)n
this Mr. Tcnle set an orange trco five
years ago, and also set another ono
about thirty foot from the ono on tho
mound. Tho trco ou tho elevation of
ground has never been touched with
tho frost, and thrives remarkably woll,
having a number of orangos on it at
present. Tho other treo is frequently
frost-bitten, is smaller, and has no fruit
on it. It will bo noticed that tho result
produced by tho slight ditlorcnco in lo
cation is romarkablo.
Thoy woro talking beneath tho old
linden trco, sho lazily taking hor first
swing in tho hammock, whilo ho, seat
ed on a rustic bonch held the ropo nnd
assisted tho oscillation. "No, I never
could bear a strong minded woman,
never," said ho, "and I'm real glad
you aro not one." "And I always ad
mired a strong minded man," said sho
potuloutly, " and I'm sorry you are
not ono." And tho two English spar
rows that wero Hitting in tho branches
abovo scorned to pick up tho light so
unwittingly begun and finish it. New
I Haven Jlegistcr.
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