a. W. FAIRBROTHEn&CO., Proprietor.
AUBURN. i NEBRASKA.
JIEIi LAST POSY.
In tho rarest of EtiKllsh vnlloys
A motherless Rlrl ran wild,
Ami tho KrcfiinoHsa and sllenco and gladness
Woro Bold of tho soul of tho child.
The birds wero her Kay littlo brothers,
Tho B(iilrrcla hur sweethearts Bhy;
Ami her henrt kept tuno with tho rain-drops,
And nulled with tho clouds In tho sky.
And impels kept coining nnd going,
With beautiful things to do;
And wherever they loft n footprint
A cowslip or primroso grow.
Sho wns tnken to II vo In London,
So thick with pitiless folk,
And she could not smllo for Its Imdncsq,
And could not hrciitho for Its smoko.
And now, m she lay on her pullet,
Too weary and wenk to rise,
A smllo of Inolfablc longing
Ilroughtdows to hor faded cyos:
"Oh tno, for n yellow cowslip,
A palo littlo primroso dcnrl
Won t soino kind nngel remember.
And pluck one and bring It horo?"
Thoy bought hern bunch of cowslips;
Sho took thorn with lingers weak,
And kissed them, and stroked them, nnd loved
them,
And laid thorn against hor check.
"It was kind of the angeU to send thora,
, Anil, now, I'm too tired to pray.
If (lod looks down at tho cowslips,
Ho'll know what 1 want to say.
They burled them In hor bosom,
And whou sho nhull wake and rise,
Why may not tho Mowers bo quickened,
And bloom In her happy skies?
Good irorda.
THE MWYBit'S SECRET.
Dy B. Ii. Fnrjoon, Author of
Chooso and Kisses."
"Broad,
CIIAl'TKIt VI.-Continukd.
The dim lam) was shaded from tho
eyes of tho invalid by a white porcelain
sereen, which subdued tho light, and
cast great shadows of tho furniture upon
the walls of the room.
Ho lay for some timo quite quietly,
with his face still turned away from
Ellinor, but by tho incessant nervous
motion of the hand lying upon the coun
terpane, sho know that ho was not
asleep.
J lie doctor opened tho door softly,
and looked in.
"If he says anything to you," ho
whispered to'Ellinor, " hear it quietly;
but do not ask him any questions; anil,
above all, do not betray agitation."
She bowed her head in assent, and tho
physician closed tho door.
Suddenly Horaco Margrave turned his
face to her, and looking at her earnestly
witli his haggard eyes, said:
"Ellinor Dalton, you ask mo what
this means. I will tell you. Tho very
day on which you left England, a
strange chance led mo into tho heart of
a manufacturing town a town which
was being ravaged by tho fearful
Scourge of an infectious fovor; I was in
a Very weak stato of health, nnd, in
'might bo expected, I caught this fever.
I v4s warned, when it was perhaps not
yet tho late to have taken precautious
which might have saved mo, but 1
would not take those precautions. I
- - was too great a coward to commit sui
cide. Some people say a man is too
brave to kill himself I was not but I
was too much a coward. Lifo was hate
ful, but I was afiaid to die. Yet I
would not avert a danger which had not
been my own seeking. Let tho fever
kill me, if it would, Ellinor, my wish is
fast being accomplished. I am dying."
"Horace! Horace!" Sho fell on her
knees once moro at the sido of tho bed,
and taking tho thin hand in hers, press
ed it to her lips.
He drew it away as if ho had been
stung. " For heaven's sake, Ellinor, if
you have any pity no tenderness! That
1 cannot bear. For four years you have
necr seen me without a mask. 1 am
going to lot it fall. You will curse mo,
you will hate me soon, Ellinor Dalton!"
"Hate you, Horace never! "
He waved his hand impatiently, as if
to wave away protestations that must
soon bo falsified.
"Wait," ho said: "you do not
know." Then, after a brief pause, ho
continued "Ellinor, I have not been
the kindest or tho tondorest of guar
dians, have 1, to my beautiful young
ward? You reproached ine with my
cold indifference one dav soon after
your marriage, in tho littlo drawing
room in Her' ford street."
A. " You remember that?"
"1 remember that! Ellinor, yon never
spoke one word to mo in yourlifo which
I do not remember ; as well as tho ac
cent in which it was spoken, anil tho
place where I heard it. I say, I have
not been a kind or affectionate guardian
have I, Ellinor?"
'You were so onco, Horace," sho
said.
"I was so onco! When, Ellinor?"
"Before my undo left mo that
wretched fortune."
"That wretched fortune yes, that
divided us at onco and forever. Ellinor,
there were two reasons lor this pitiful
comedy of cold indifference. Can you
guess one of thorn?"
"No," she answered.
"You cannot? I i fleeted an indiffer
ence I did not feci, or pretended an ap
athy which was a lie from first to last,
because, Ellinor Dalton, I loved you with
tho whole strength of my heart and soul,
from tho first to tho hist."
"O, Horace! Horaco! for pity's
sake!" Sho stretched out her hands,
imploringly, as if sho would prevent tho
utteranco of tho words which seemed to
break her heart.
"Ellinor, when you were scvonteon
yours' of ago, you had no thought of
succeeding to your uncle's proporty. It
would have boon, upon the wholo, a
much moro natural thing for him to
luivo loft it to his adopted son, Henry
Dalton. Your poor father expected that
he would do so; I expected tho same.
Xour futhor Intrusted mo with tho cus
tody of your littlo income, and I dis
charged my trust honestly. 1 was a
groat speculator; I dabbled with thou
sands, nnd cast down heavy sums every
day, as a gamblor throws down a card
upon tho gaming-table; and to mo your
mother's littlo fortuno was so insignifi
cant a trust, that its management never
gavo mo a moment's thought or concern.
At this timo I was going on in a fair
way to becomo a rich man; in fact, was
a rich man; and, Ellinor, I was an hon
orablo man. J loved you loved you as
I never boliovod I could love my inno
cent and bountiful ward; how could it
well bo otherwise? 1 am not a cox
comb, Ellinor; and if there is ono char
acter I hold more in contonipt than an
other, it is that of a lady-killer; but I
dared to say to myself '1 love, and am
beloved again.' Those dark and deep
gray eyes, Ellinor, had told mo tho se
cret of a young and confiding heart; and
I thought niysoli moro than happy
only too deeply blest. Uli, Lllinorl im
linorl if I had spoken then."
Her head was buried in hor hands, as
sho knolt by his pillow, and sho was
sobbing aloud.
"There was timo enough. I said. This
Ellinor, was the happiest period of my
life. Do you remember our quite even
ings in tho lino St. Dominique, when I
loft business and business cares behind
mo in Verulam Buildings, and ran over
hero to spend a week in my young
ward's society? Do you remember tho
books wo read together? Good heavens!
thore is a pago in Lamartiuo's 'Odes,'
which I can seo beforo mo as I speak! I
can see the lights and shadows which I
taught you to put under tho cupola of a
church in Munich, you once painted in
water-colors. lean recall every thought,
every word, every pleasure, and ovory
emotion of that sweet and trnnouil
timo in which I hoped and believed tiiat
you, Ellinor, would bo my wife."
Sho lifted her face, blind and blotted
by her tears, and looking at him for ono
brief instant, let it fall again upon her
hands.
"Your undo died, Ellinor, and tho
fair elevation of this palace of my life,
which L had built with such confidence,
was shivered to the ground. The fortune
was left to you on condition that you
married Henry Dalton. Women aro
ambitious. You would never surely re
sign such a fortuno. You would marry
youngDalton. This was the lawver's an
swer to tho all-important question. But
those louder gray eyes, looking up from
under their veil of inky lashes, had told
a sweet secret, and perhaps your
generous heart might count this fortuno
a very small tiling to lling awav for tho
sake of tho man you loved. This was
the lover's answer, and I hoped still,
Ellinor. to win my darling. You were
not to be made acquainted with tho con
ditions of your unclo's will until you
attained your majority. You were, at
the time of his death, barely twenty
years of age; there was, then, an entiro
year in which you should remain
ignorant of tho penalties attached to
this unexpected wealth. In 'jilre mean
time, 1, as sole executor (your uncle,
you see, trusted me entirely), had tho
custody of the firidcd properly John
Ardcn, of Anion, had leit.
"1 have told you, Ellinor, that was
a speculator. My profession throw mo
in tho way of speculation. Confident
in tho power of my own intellect, I
staked mv fortuno on tho wonderful
hazards of IS 1(5. I doubled that fortune,
trebled, quadrupled it. and when it had
frown to be four times its original bulk,
staked it again. It was. out of my
hands, but was invested in, as I thought,
so safe a speculation, that it was as
secure a if it had never left my bankers.
The railway company of which 1 was
director was one of the richest and
most flourishing in Knglnnd. My own
fortune, as 1 have told you, was entirely
invested, and was doubling itself
rapidly. As your uncle's trustee, as
your devoted friend, your interests
woro dearer to me than my own. Why
should I not speculate withyourfortuno,
double it, and then say to you: 'See,
Ellinor, here aro two fortunes of
which you are tho mistress; one
you owe to Henry Dalton, under
the conditions of your uncle's
will; the others is yours alone
You are rich, you are free, without any
sacrifice, to man- the man you love; and
this, Kllinor, is "my work?' This was
what I thought to have said to you at
the close of the year of speculation, 18 16."
"Oh, Horace, Horace! 1 see it all.
Spare 3 ourself, spare mo! Do not toll mo
any more."
"Spare myself! No, Kllinor, not ono
pang, not one heart-break. I desorvo
it all. You were right in what you said
in tho boudoir at Sir Lionel's. Tho
money was not my own; no sophistry,
no ingenious twisting of facts and
forcing of conclusions, could over make
it mine. How do J know even now
that your interest was really my only
motive in tho stop I took? How do "f
know that it was not, indeed, tho gam
bler's guilty madness only, which im
pelled me to my crime? How do I know?
How do I know? Kuough! tho crash oamo;
my fortuno and yours woro together
ingulfed in tho vast destruction; and I,
tho trusted friend of your dead father,
the conscientious lawyer, whose name
had become a synonym for honor and
honesty; I Horace Welmodon Margrave,
only liheal descendant of the royalist.
Captain Margravo, wlio perished at
Worcester, fighting for his King and tho
honor of his noble race; I Ellinor, was
a cheat and a swindler a dishonest and
dishonorable man!"
'Dishonorable, Horace! No, no; on
ly mistaken."
" Mistaken, Ellinor? Yes, that is ono
of tho words invented by dishonest
men, to slur over their dishonesty. Tho
fraudulent banker in whoso ruin tho fato
of thousands, who have trusted him and
believed in him, is involved, is, after
all, as his friends say, only mistaken.
Tho clerk, who robs his employer in tho
insano hopo of rostoring wlint ho has
abstracted, is, as his counsel pleads to
a soft-hearted jury, with sons of tholr
own, only mistaken! Tho speculator,
who plays tho great game of commer
cial hazard with another man's money,
lie, too, dares to look at tho world with
a pitiful face, and cry: 'Alas! I was
only mistaken!' No, Ellinor, I itavo
never put in that plea. From tho mo
ment of that, terrible crash, which shat
tered my wholo life into ruin and deso
lation, 1 have, at least, tried to look my
fato in tho face. But I have not borno
all my own burdens, Ellinor. The heavi
est weight of my criino has fallen upon
tho innocent shoulders of Henry Dalton."
Henry Dalton, my husband?"
Yes, Ellinor, your husband, Henry
Dalton, tho truest, noblest, most honor
able, and most conscientious of men."
" You praiso him so much," sho said,
rather bitterly.
"Yes, Ellinor, I am weak enough and
wicked enough to fool a cruel pain in
being compelled to do so; it is tho last
poor duty 1 can do him. Heaven
knows I have done him enough injury."
Tho exertion of talking for so long a
timo had completely exhausted him,
nnd ho fell back, half fainting, upon tho
pillows. The Sister of Mercy, sum
moned from the noxt apartment by
Ellinor, administered a restorativo to
him: and, in low, broken accents, ho
continued:
"From tho moment of my ruin, Elli
nor, I felt and know that you woro for
ever lost to 1110. I could boar this; I
did not think my lifo would bo a long
ono; it had been hitherto lit by no star
erf hope, shone upon by no sunlight of
love Vogue la ijalcrc! Let it go on
its own dark way to tho end. I say, I
could bear this, but 1 could not boar tho
thought of your contempt; your aver
sion; that was too bitter. 1 could not
como to you, and say: 'I lovo you; I
luivo always loved you; 1 lovo you as I
never beforo loved, as I novor liopetl to
lovo; but 1 am a swindler and a cheat,
and you can never bo mine!' No, Elli
nor, 1 could not do this; and yet you
woro on tho evo of coming of ago. Some
stop must bo taken, and the only thing
that could save 1110 from this alternative
was the generosity of Henry Dalton.
" I had heard a great deal of your
uncle's adopted son, and L hud mot him
vory often at Anion; I knew him to bo
as noblo and true-hearted a man as over
breathed tho breath of human lifo. I
determined, therefore, to throw myself
upon his generosity, and to reveal all.
lie will despise mo, but I can bear his
contempt better than tho scorn of tho
woman I lovod.' I said this to myself,
and one night tho night after ilonry
Dalton had lirst seen you, and had been
deeply fascinated with tho radiant
beauty of my lovely ward, that very
night after the day on which you came
of age 1 took lionry Dalton into my
chambers in Verulam Buildings, anil,
after binding him with an oatli of tho
most implicit secrecy, I told him all.
" 1 oil now understand tho cruel posi
tional which Henry Dalton was placed.
Tho fortune which' he was supposed to
posses on marrying you. never existed.
You were penniless, except, indeed, for
tho hundred a year coming to you from
your mother's property. His solemn
oath forbade him to reveal this to you;
and for three years lie endured your
contempt, and was silent. .Judge now
of tho wrong I have done him! Judge
now tho noblo heart which you have
trampled upon and tortured!"
"Oh, Horaco! Horace! what misory
this inonev has brought upon us!"
. "No, Ellinor. What misery ono de
viation from tho straight lino of honor
has brought upon us! Kllinor, dearest,
only beloved, can you forgive tho man
who has so truly loved, yet so deeply iu
juredyou?" " Forgive you!"
She rose from her knees, and smooth
ing the thick, dark hair lroni his white
forehead, with tender, pitying hands,
looked him full in the face.
"Horace," she said, "when, long
ago, you thought 1 loved you, ou read
my heart aright; but tho depth and
truth of that love you could never lead.
Now, now that I am the wife of anoth
er, another to whom I owe so very much
allection in reparation of tho wrong I
have done liiui, I dare toll you without
a thought which is a sin against him",
how much 1 loved you and you ask mo
if I can forgive. As freely as I would
luivo resigned this money for your sake,
can I forgive you for the loss of it. This
confession has set all right. I will bo a
good wife to Hours Dalton. and you and
lie may be sincere friends yet."
I "What, Kllinor, do you think that,
did I not know myself to be dying, I
could have made this confession? No,
I you see mo now under the inlluenco of
I stimulants which give 1110 a false
I strength; of excitement, which is strong
enough to master even death. To-morrow
night, Kllinor, tho doctors toll mo,
there will no longer bo in this weary
world a weak, vacillating, dishonnruhlo
wretch called Horace Margrave
Hestrotehed out his attenuated hands,
drew her towards him, and imprinted
one kiss upon her forehead.
"The first and tho last. Ellinor," lie
said. "Oood-by."
His face changed to a deadlier white
than before, and ho foil back, fainting.
Tho physician, peeping in at tho half
opon door, beckoned to Kllinor.
"You imint leave him at onco, my
dear niadamo," he said. "Had f not
seen the dreadfully disturbed stato of I
his mind, I should never havopormitlcd
this interview."
"Oh, monsieur, toll mo, can you save '
him?" I
"Only by a miracle, madanio. A I
miracle far beyond medical skill,"
"You yourself, then, have no hopo?"
"Not a shadow of hopo."
Sho bowed hor head. Tho physician
took her hand in his, and pressed it with
a fatherly tenderness, looking at hor
earnestly and mournfully,
"Send for 1110 to-morrow," she said,
imploringly.
"Your presence can only endanger
him, madamo; but 1 will send you tid
ings of his stato. Adioul"
Tho following morning, as sho was
seated in hor own apartment, sho was
onco moro summoned into tho drawing
room. Tho Sister of Mercy wns thore, talking
to hot' aunt. Thoy both looked grave
and thoughtful, and glanced anxiously
at Ellinor, as sho entered tho room.
"Ho is worse?" said Kllinor to tho
Slstor, beforo a word had been spoken.
"Unhappily, yes. Madanio, ho is"
"Oh, do not toll 1110 any moro! For
pity's sake!" sho oxolaimod. "So
young, so giftod, so admired; nnd it
was in this very room wo passed such
happy hours together years ago."
Sho walked with tearless eyes to tho
window, nnd, loaning her head against
tho glass, looked down into tho street
below, and out at tho cheerless gray
of tho autumn sky.
Sho was thinking how now and
strango tho world looked to her now
Hint Horaco Margrave was dead.
They erected a vory modest tomb over
tho remains of Horaco Margravo in tho
Ceinotory of 1'ero la Chaise. There had
been somo thoughts of conveying his
ashos to his native country, that thoy
might rest in the church of Margravo, a
littlo village in Westmoreland, tho chan
cel of which church was decorated with
a recumbent statue of Algernon Mar
grave, cavalier, who fell at tho Worcester
fight; but as ho, tho deceased, had no
nearer relative than a few second cous
ins iu tho army and tho church, and a
superannuated Admiral, his great uncle,
and, as it is furthermore discovoiod
that the accomplished solicitor of Veru
lam Buildings, ('ray's Inn, had not loft
a penny behind him, tho idea was quick
ly abandoned, and the last remains of
the admired Horace woro loft to decay
in the soil of a foreign grave.
It was never fully known who caused
tho simple tablet which ultimately
adorned his rosting-plnco to bo erected.
It was a plain block of marble; no
pompous Latin epitaph, or long list of
virtues, was thereon engraved; hut a
half-burned torch, suddenly extin
guished, was sculptured at the bottom
of the tablet, while from tho smoke of
tho torch a butterfly mounted upward.
Abovo this design there was merely
inscribed the name and ago of tho de
ceased. Tho night following tho day of Hor
ace Margravo's funeral, Ilonry Dalton
was seated, hard at work, at his cham
bers in tho Toniplo.
The light of the ollico lam)) falling
upon his quiet face, revealed a mourn
ful and careworn expression not usual
to him.
He looked ten years older since his
marriage to Ellinor.
Ho had fought tho battle of lifo, and
lost lost in tho great battle which
somo hold so lightly, but which to
others is an earnest fight lost in tho
endeavor to win tho wife ho could so
tenderly and truly luivo loved.
He had now nothing left to him but
his profession no other ambition no
other hope.
"I will work hard," ho said, "that
she, though separated from 1110 forever,
may still at least derive every joy, of
those poor joys which money can buy,
lroin my labor."
He had heard nothing of either .Hor
aco Margravo's journey to Paris, his ill
ness, or his death. He had no hope' of
being ever released from the oath which
bound him to silence to silence which
ho had sworn to preserve so long as
Horace Margravo lived.
Tired, but still persevering, and ab
sorbed in a dillicult case, which needed
all the professional acumen of tho clever
young barrister, who read and wrote on
until past eleven o'clock.
dust as the clocks were chiming the
haU hour after eleven, he heard the bell
of the outer door ring, as if pulled by
an agitated hand.
His chambers were on the first floor;
on tho 'lloor below were those of a gen
tleman who always left at six o'clock.
" I do not opoot any ono at such an
hour; but it may bo for 1110," ho
thought.
He heard his clerk open the door, and
went on writing without once lifting his
head.
Three minutes afterwards tho door of
his own ollico opened, and a person en
tered unannounced. He looked up sud
denly. A lady dressed in mourning,
with her face entirely concealed by a
thick vail, stood near the door.
"Madame," he said, with somo sur
prise, "may I ask"
Sho came hurriedly from tho door by
which sho stood and fell on her knees
at his feet, throwing up her vail as sho
did so.
"Ellinor!"
" Yes. I am in mourning for Horace
Margrave, my unhappy guardian. Ho
died a week ago in Paris. Ho told me
all. Henry Dalton, my friend, my hus
band, my benefactor, can you forgive
1110:'
He passed his hand rapidly across his
eyes, and turned his face away from
hor.
Presently he raised hor in his anus,
and, drawing hor to his breast, said in a
broken voice:
" Ellinor, I have Buffered so long and
so bitterly that I can scarcely hear this
great emotion. My dearest, my dar
ling, my adored and beloved wife, aro
we, indeed, at last net free from tho ter
rible secret which has had such a cruel
inlluenco on our lives. Horace Mar
grao" " Is dead, Henry! I onco loved him
very dearly. I freely forgave him tho
injury ho did 1110. 'Jell 1110 thatyou for
give him, too."
"From my inmost heart, Ellinor'"
Tin; i:m
FACTS AM) FUIUKI'S.
During tho past fiscal year -10,032
agricultural patents were issued from
tho General Land Ollico at Washington.
Chicago Journal.
A statistician estimates that tho
pcoplo of tho United States luivo to pay
twenty-throe dollars a minute for Con
gress whilo In session.
Tho root and horb establishment in
Carroll County, Va.,issaidto bo tho larg
est on this continent, 8,000 pounds of
roots bolng taken In ovory week.
Within a radius of thirty miles thoro
aro over '-',000 varieties of modiclual flo
ra, of which over 1,200 specimens luivo
been collected.
Tho Sue. Canal is ono of tho most
valuable pieces of property in tho
world. Tho net profits last yoar woro
over $5,000,000. This was an inoroaso
of over 28 por cent, over tho profits of
tho provious year. Each snip that
passes through tho canal pavs a littlo
over 20 conts n ton. N Y. licrnld.
Durliijg tho past six months 02 por
sons, ngediK) and upward, died in Phil
adelphia. Of these 17 woro men and 75
were women. Fivo of tho women woro
centenarians, and ono man, tho oldest
of tho lot, was .lames MoTaguo, who
had reached tho age of 10!). Thoro
woro also 178 men and Jill women who
wero 80 or beyond it when death called
them away. These statistics provo that
women aro tho longest lived. Philailcl
phia Jlecortl.
Tho coal-fields of Alabama covor
10,800 square miles, nnd the coal is all
biluminuous, but differs widoly in qual
ity. Tho best coal in tho Stato, and in
fact in tho United States, being fully
equal to English cantiel coal, is tho
Montovallo coal. No industry in tho
Stato lias had so rapid a growth as tho
coal industry. In 1872 only 10,000 tons
wero mined in tho State; in 187'J tho
annual output had been swelled to 290,
000 tons; In 1880 to !l 10.000 tons, nnd
in 1881 to 100,000 tons. -Chicago Times.
Tho overseers of the poor In Boston
have !?r2,r,8-'8 in trust funds, tho in
come of which is annually distributed
for spoeifio purposes, in accordance
with the desires of the donors, or dis
posed of by the overseers for tho best
interests of those whom thoy deem en
titled to receive it. Thu "largest of
these funds is the David Sears char
ity, " amounting to' $200,015. Other
largo funds aro tho Boylston education
fund, amounting to $120,181, and tho
Poinborton general fund, amounting to
$101,002.
Thoro aro 5117 churches iu Phila
delphia a figure which entitles that
town to bo called "tho city of
churches" in contradistinction to
Brooklyn, and tho assessed valuation of
this proporty, according to the ollicial
report just published, is $17,000,000.
Tho largest valuation is that of tho
Roman Catholic Cathedral ($285,000),
and tho next larirost the Jewish Syna
gogue onUroad street- QIS'J'JU.UUU).
Those llg"uros, ot course, represent only
a porcoutago of tho actual values, but
they indicate that religion in its viri
ons forms is not an unknown quantity
in tho city of brotherly love. N. I.
'Times.
WIT AM) WISDOM.
Shallow men believe iu luck; strong
men believe in cause and ell'eet.
You can Itavo what you like in this
world, if you will but liko what you
have.
Said a fond .husband to his wife:
"My dear, I think I'll buy you a littlo
dog." "Oh, no!" sho replied, "do
hot! I prefer giving you all my affec
tions!" Proijruis.
Hero lies a man whoso earthly race Is run;
llo rained tho hammer nl a fowling win,
And blow Into tho inu.lo Junt bocaiiHO
Mo wI.hIkm! to know if it was loaded and it
wan.
.Som'ri'fffo Journal.
Mr. Editor: Will you pleaso answer
who was "David's who's mother?" and
you will greatly oblige a reader. Liz
zie. Certainly, with pleasure. David's
wife's mother was David's molhor-in-hlw.1'hilaiMiihiu
New.
An nccordeon factory at Long Isl
and, N. Y., was destroyed by lire a few
days ago. Tho police aro looking for
the incendiary. It is supposed the peo
ple want to present him with a valua
ble testimonial. Norrinlown JJeralil.
(Jus Do Smith called at a very fash
ionable house on Austin avenue a few
days ago and acted so qucorly that
when that lady's husband came homo,
sho said: "What is tho matter with
young Do Smith? JIo acled so strange
ly. 1 think there must bo a screw
loose about him somewhere." "Keck
on not. I saw him this morning, and
ho was tight all over." Texas fSiJtings.
A store up-town has a sign which
roads: "This is a tin-store." An old
inobiiato staggered iu recently. nnd aft
er a good deal of fumbling iu his pock
et, put live cents on tho counter. "What
do you want?" asked tho proprietor,
indignantly. "Wa-wa-want a-a d-d-d-driiik!"
"This is not a liquor saloon!"
said tho proprietor, with awful empha
sis. "Wha-wha-what!' said the drunk
en man, astonished. "Why, do-.Io-Joiies
said I could get a horn hero!"
N. Y. Tribune.
A good advisor says: ' Next to tho
love of her husband, nothing so crowns
a woman's lifo with honor as the devo
tion ot a son to her. We nousr knew a
boy to turn out badly who began by fall
ing in lovo with his mother. Any man
may fall in lovo with a fresh-faced girl,
and tho man who is gallant to tho girl
may cruelly neglect the poor and weary
wife in alter years. But tho big boy
who is a lover of his mother at middle
ago is a true knight, who will lovo his
wife iu tho sonl-loaf autumn as ho did
iu the daisied spring. There is nothing
so beautifully chivalrous as tho lovo of a
big boy for his mother. Boys, think ot
this."
