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AUBURN, 1 i NEBRASKA.
" TOO TOO'1 RURAL, AtfD TRULY
RURAL.
Oh! Isn't tho country Just lovely?
Bo peaceful mid (itilot mi 1 all that:
It seems llko a dream or nn opera.
Of conrso, denr, your now Watteau Imt,
1 ho ono tlmt you wore an MiuhI Muller,
When to Ciunbrl'il, tliu ntt.ot, you sut.
Yog, we'll stroll for awhile nmld Nature,
And v.Hlt onih w Id woodlund nook;
Cull ilfUali's ami otlicr sweet flowerets,
On tho bunks or some clear, purling brook. .
A pink snsh No; blue is moro rural.
No gloves! Why how odd you will look.
Jf8I0I,H (,ea WC'H '"cet with a Rhophcrd,
With curls, and n crook, and it Into
3hatlio' 1 piny like a very Apollo,
And bo dressed In Hereon velvet suit.
Ills eyes will bo big, sad and tender
Ohl botlior! 1'loaso button this boot.
Just think of tho btnvo, handsome mowers,
V ho merrily warblo thou- lay,
At ilvo o'clock In tho morning,
To milkmaid, whose work Is but play.
1 vc seen them so orten lu " Martha"
That No, I won't write that letter to-day.
And when, coming homo throuirh tho gloam
ing. Wo meet with tho soft-lowing klne,
wo 11 deck thnni with ribbons and giirlands,
With llowcro tholr mcuk brow.4 we'll entwluo.
I know, for 1'vo road, how they do It
Whon coming trom i astiircs Alpine.
So these sliuplo city maidens,
"Who know country ways so well,
Having lent nod from b oks and opera
More than eer nislles tell.
Strolled abroad through Hold and meadow,
Mot with snakes In woodland nooks.
Gathered daisies, with them brambles,
Got their feet wet lu the brooks.
Found n Hock of slv ep, and with them
Haw n shepherd, It Is true;
llut an opera shopherd ho was
No moto like than I or you.
Ho was ragged and barefooted,
Ten years old and brown with tan:
Instead ol t niiig lutes, Ho shouted:
"That ram 11 butt ver. of ho can."
They hoard no brave and gallant mowers,
Warbling lays to imlkm.ilils coy;
llut saw a monster dr iwn by horses,
Driven by a heckled bov,
Laying low the toudur grasses,
With a horrid crash and din,
And found the bo had other fancies
Than a milkmaid's smllo to win.
Going homoward through tho glaamlnar
Is the saddest to reo ill;
For they met tho lowing cattle
Merely met, and that w is all.
Now, when asked about tho country,
They reply, with smile so sage,
That you know they've learned tho dlf 'renco
'Twixt reality and tho stage.
ICuli Muiiroe, In N. 1". Indeitemlent.
'LANKY O'JIOORE'S whisper.
"Go way will yc, now, and don't bo
afthcr spakin' to mo agin for anithor
wliolo year!" cried a young girl with
blushes of mingled difiidenco and
anger.
"What are yc moro than any ithor
girl, that yo can nivor bo spoke to? An'
who is afther spakin' to yo, at all. Not
I, I can tell yo. It was to wlutsper a
worrd in yer ear; it's that I was afthor
iloinV' replied Larry O'Mooro.
"1 wouldn't lctyodo that; so go away
now, yo great big mon, as ought to
know bettor nor to bo tazin' a poor girl
whoso mother isn't dead a month and
roakin' her cry! I'll toll mo grand
mithorov yo!"
"Oh, doon't, doon't; I'm af cared ov
her!" cried tho great, stalwart follow,
shrugging his shouldors in affectation of
alarm.
"Thin I'll till tho sehool-maistor,"
said tho young girl, wiping her eyes on
her apron.
"But I'm not ono ov his b'ys. and ho
knows better nor to put his hand on
me. I could squazo him up in me fist,
Latin and all!" cried O'Mooro. "Coom
now, will yo lot me just wlutsper a word
in yer ear?"
"'Deed an' I will not, an' I'll till tho
praast that ye tazo mo, an' git a pin
nance on yo."
"Arrah, now, jist do it. He's mo
frind, an' he'd toll yo to listen to me,"
said Larry.
"Thin I wouldn't haad him, if ho did.
Go homo, noo, an' bo aisy!"
By this time Monica had reached tho
tidy little cottago of hor grandfather
who was tho villago cobbler of Drog-
fjollau and lied into tho shop like a
lightened hare.
But indignant as sho was at tho young
weaver's "tazin'," she did not complain
of him to her grandfather. Sho said in
hor heart: "He's an honost lad, an'
havin' no sister to tazo, what ilso can
ho do but taze tho shyest girl ho can
iindP"
The winter was over, and the daisies
and shamrocks wore peeping above the
ground. Children, always tho first to
welcome sumnior, woro scattered along
tho roadside, and oven among tho cross
es and head-stones in tho church
yard, filling their aprons with tho treas
ures. Monica was among them. Thoy loved
hor and followed her about whonovorshe
would allow them to do so. Sho, poor
child, was gathering and kissing tho fee
ble little flowcro that woro just pooping
from tho sod over her mother's grave.
Tho little ones stood reverently by.
Ono was stroking her hair anil whisper
ing some little word of comfort, when
thoy were all startled by tho appear
anco of Larry O'Mooro, with his arms
full of garden flowers. Ho had come,
not knowing Monica was in tho church
yard, to lay tho llowors on hor mother's
grave.
Tho children, with an innate delicacy
which greatly distressed Monica, hur
ried away as if their presence was not
wanted, and Monica spring to hor feot
and turnod to follow her litfio friends.
But Larry called after hor: "Ami
sioh an evil inoniy that yo run from yor
mither's grave to bo rid ov mo?"
"No, Larry, yer a good friend, but
but I'm afear'd ov yo," cried Monica.
"Will ye do mo a favor, MonieP And
thin I'll promise not to spake to yo again
for a year, if ye say so," said tho hand
Some young lcllow.
Yis, 1 think I'll do it-for yo brought
the flower to tho gravo of mo mitlier,"
said Monica, stopping in her flight.
" Will, thin," he s tid, risingfrom tho
mound where lie had been cattoring tho
flowers, "it is that 1 ilst wants to whis
por a word in yor ear."
At this, Monica darted off as fast as
sho could run, leaving Larry to fill tho
place of mournor. as well as of decora
tor, at tho grav6.
Larry folded his arms across his broad
chest, and looking after the Hying littlo
form, said to himself: "Sho'snsthrango
eratur', that! If I'd ask hor to walk
round ono ov theso graves, barofut an'
aloono forty times at midnight, she'd do
it. in gratitudo to mo dead mltlior for
what sho'd did for hor dead mither!
An1 yot shis'll not let mo near enough
hor to say a word that tho whole warld
mightn't hoar! But 1 can find plinty
who wtill open both ears and their
mouths, too to listen to tho wlutsper
ov a lad that can 'nrn thirty shillins a
week at his homo and has a cottago, and
a garden, an' a foino old faylhor, be
side. I know 1'so taxed her a dale.
Now I'll let her alono intiroly, I wtill,
an' si'o hoo alio likes that!"
Tho winter had come again. Monica
felt tho comforting oliect of tlmo on hor
heart. But sho still missed hor mother.
She had very littlo company now. Her
grandmother was always busy with Iter
cottage work or in looking after hor
fowls. And iior grandfather pounded
his lap-stono and hummed old Irish airs
all day.
When Monica had finished her task
at knitting, or sewing, she hardly know
how to amuse hersolt. The cottago was
poor in books, and of papers ami magu
s', nes tho hum lo people of Ireland rare
ly get a glimpse.
It is not strange, then, that tho shy
young girl was overjoyed at an invita
tion to a wedding. The game-keeper's
daughter a sohool-friond was to bo
mairied to tho shepherd's son. Tho
lady of tho castle had given tho wed-ding-gown,
and consented to let her
servants join in tho dance.
The school-master was the gentleman
in this strat m of .society, aniljio was a
wa";, and merry maker wifhal. No
festival was of any account which was
not planned and carried o .t by him.
Ho was an original, and prided him
self on having no two patties -entertained
in the same way. Tho ganie
keopor's daughter had been a favorite
scliol .r, and he had laid himsolf out to
mako her wedding a great success.
Granny Blanoy, also, laid horsclf out
to "dress Monica as well as one of tho
seiying-maids from the hall, who hold
their heads so high above honest poor
folk." So sho had bought her a white
gown, and knots of b no ribbon to p'n
on at every available spot, and to show
oil' hor lovely whito skin and her pink
cheeks.
Her efforts woro a success, too. As
tho old cobbler planted his wa-bo-grimmed
hands on his leathern apron,
and stood off to gaze on Monica, ho
exclaimed:
"Faith thin, an' tho ould Duke
would giv' his right hand if ho could
mak' his rid-hidded and fricklod yoong
lady its lovely as that! If sho warn't
such a shy goose ov' a thing, as will
nivor look a body in tho eye, I'd bo
that prood ov' hor that I'd think sho
was tho foincst girl in the world."
A gayer party novor assembled. The
charm of tho entertainment was in tho
unique v dancing. Four s diool-boys
danced a cotillion on their hands, with
their heels in tho air and their hats on
their feet!
A one-legged man danced a jig in a
wash-tub, with a humpback girl, in an
other tub, for his partner.
On an awning, which ho had stretched
from ono end of the long kitohon to tho
other, tho school-master invited "the
ladies and jintlcmon" to waltz, saying:
"You may tako my word for it, as a
man of honor, that this awning is as
safe as terra firma that samo is tho
Latin for solid ground. I interpret this
for your sakes who are not Latin schol
ars. I hope those o' ye who are tho
samo havin' boon to school to mo will
tako no oll'unso at my translatin', as if
thoro woro any need of it for thim. I
do it pro bono publico, which manes in
plain English, 'for tho good o' tho pub
lic.' "
All was going on "as merry as a mar
riage boll," when Monica was startled
by peeing Larry O'Mooro walk in, in
his best clothes, and looking as happy
as if sho had allowed him to " whisper
to hor" as often as ho pleased.
And sho said, in hor heart: " He's an
ungrateful lad. thin, afthcr all his mith
er did for my dear mithor, to go and bo
laugh in' and as happy as if he'd seed
mo ivory week in tins six months! Ho
hasn't looked at mo no moro'n if 1
wasn't hero at all."
Larry danced on the awning. Ho
sang funny songs, and ho told Irish
stonos (ill tho rafters of tho game-keeper's
cottago rang with tho laughter of
tho company.
Monica stood crowded up in a corner
looking very solemn and very uncom
fortable, while tho company were all
laughing. Sho tried to get out, but
could not.
When Larry attempted to sit down
thoro was a loud outcry for " Ono story
moro! jist one moro, Larry."
He, too, was in a corner; tho ono di
rectly across from that into which Mo
nica was wedged.
Ho pulled up his collar till it touched
his ears, and drew his curly brown hair
over his forohoad. Then ho put a littlo
scarlet skull-cap on his head, and he
look iko anybody olso in tho world
inr than like Larry O'Mooro.
Then ho began to speak in a vory loud
whispor which was distinctly 'hoard:
''I'm very hoarse, ladies and gintjemin,
as yorsilves till see. It yo will hav' mo
spake to yo, it must bo in a whisper.
"Indade, tho story I hav' to toll ye" is
tho'&tory ov a whisper, and It can only
bo tould in a whisper.
"Onco there was a yoong maan, and
a foino yoong maan was hc,atld a w'aver
by trade."
Hero Monica started and tried again
to get out of tho corner, but in vain.
Whichever way slio looked sho saw a
pair of fine groy oy cs staring at hor from
under brown curls and a scarlet cap!
"Sthop yor talking andconforsationin
that furthermost corner over thoro,"
whispered Larry, with a power that
made lilm hoard all ovor tho cottago.
"Will, this samo yoong maan, and a
foino yoong maan was lie, and htm a
wa'vcr by trade, had a great sacrot
lyin1 heavy on his hoartl And it was
this same secret ho wished to pour into
ttio car ov a cortatn yoong laity, ami a
foino yoong lady was she; but ho nivor
could seo hor where ho could spake it
oot liko a maan aloud.
"Ho'd seo hor in tho road full ov
folks, or in tho church-yard full of dead
niin and live children, or at mass or at
a funeral. And all thim times ho'd try
to whisper this whisper in her ear; but
ho could ntvor get noar enough to hor
to whisper it, and"
Tlio hoar.so whispering and its effect
under Lany's disguise was very ludi
crous, and ho was stopped by peals of
hmghtor.
"Will, ladles ami eintlomin, that
whusper is still whusporin' In that yoong
inaan's bttzztim; whusporiu' to getout,
and to whusper itself into that fair
lady's ear, thatis not open for a wlmspor.
"Now, thin, that yoong maan, and a
foino yoong maan ho is, and a w'aver by
trade, is full ov whuspers to-night that
he unities to whusper out, atlior in that
yoong lady's ear, or olso in the oars ov
this big company now .thin!" And
tho wliispor grow louder and heavier.
"Hero goes! In ono minute, unless he
gets lavo to wlutsper this whusper where
it bolongs, ho'll whuspor it out so that
tho whole company will got it, as will
as tho fair ladv to whom it bolongs bo
right. What lie' (I whuspor is this, litis
foino yoong maan, a w'aver by trade
" But whisht there and bo qttiot, will
yo, in that corner ovor thoro. Aforo I
whusper it out to yo till, I'll toll you
that this young maan, and a foino yoong
maan is ho, bides with his ould faither
tho mithor ov him boin' doad and an
ould woman not ovor clano at tho cook
in', and this samo ould faither says to
that foino yoong maan, says ho: 'Lad,
why do yo niver bring mo homo a
daughter to Iodic aftor tho bins and
ducks and tho ould woman?'
" Thoro was but ono ov them all that
tho foino yoong m tan cared a pin for,
and ho could no moro get near to whus
per it to hor, nor if sho was tho child
ov tho Quano herself, in place ov the
gran' child ov a dacont ould Irish
cob"
He was interrupted and tho compnA'
startled by a loud cry: "Sthop, noV,
Larry-O'Mooro, a-tazin' me, anil lit mo
aloon!"
Every oyo was turned on tho pretty
little prisoner in tho cornor; and then
peals of laughter and clapping of hands
followed an impromptu not planned in
tho "unaqiio intortaininoiit."
In tho midst of this merriment Larry
O'Mooro gave a leap through tho
crowd, and before sho know itTio was
"whuspering" in tho car of tho blush
ing Monica.
No ono knows to this day what words
lio "whuspered;" but in six mouths
from that time they all know that the
"school-maisthor" was busy getting up
another "unaquo inlcrlainmont" for a
wedding at tho cotttt'ro of tho ould cob
bler, Daddy Blanoy, as ho was familiar
ly called. .. J). Chaplin, in Youth's
Companion.
m m
Cod !sh Curing anil Marketing.
To cure a codfish well roquircs caro
and experience; and unless dono well
all tho lishor's toil may go for littlo.
Tho cod is usually passed to a gang of
four men. Ono rips up tho lisn, r.
second takes out tho entrails and cuts
off tho head, a third usually tho best
man of tho lot by a deft movcmtfit
cuts out tho backbone, a fourth spreads
on tho salt and lays tho fish in a pilo.
Then the heap of cod are distributed on
tho Hakes, or flr-strown platforms,
reared along tho shores. Etorywlioro
in tho neighborhood of tho uuuumborod
fishing villages those broad platforms
appear, now perched in a cleft of tho
rocks, now rising in tiers, but always
placed near tho sea, in which . the offal
is dropped. During tho curing, which
lasts two or throo weeks, the fish must
bo watched carefully. If loft too long
on ono side, they become "ovor-salted."
The sun in that case draws tho salt to
ono sido, leaving tho othor soft or rank,
and tho fish is almost unsalable. Then
thoy must be heaped up at . night, cov.
ered with canvas or oil-cloih against
rain, and tonded almost as sedulously
as babes. When ready for market thoy
are sold to tho wholesale dealers, bring
ing at St. John's, during ascarco season
liko tho prosont, only live cents a pound.
Newfoundland finds hor chief market
in Roman Catholic countries, where tho
fish are consumed during Lent. Lately,
however, tho Norwegians have become
hot rivals of tho Newfoundlanders in
tho European markets. , American
housewives may bo clad to know that
tho local tests of a good salt codfish aro j
a sunaco nam ami wen ilricil on both
sides, whito flesh, and an absence of
salty crystallizations. Efforts tints far
'to utilize as compost tho thousands of
tons of oflal annually wasted havo
failed, and tho same is substantially
truo of attempts to preserve the dolicato
caplin in some permanent edible form.
St. John's (N. F.) Oor. N. Y. Evening
Post.
An English lady who sued for dam
agoa bocauso of a fall when boarding
steamboat, has just lost her case. The
jury decided that her high-heeled boots
Iiml wnnlrmtv ntwl ivillfiillv nnntrllmtoil
louths' Department.
XONSLWSE soxa.
Thn .Took and tho Joltek and tho .Tnmboilo,
Thoy climbed up lnt i tho banyan treo.
They odmbod to tho top,
llut they ha I to stop,
hor no moro foot-hold o itild thoy soo.
Th 'nok and tho.ioliok and tho.Iamborlo
To climb still faither did all imioo;
So the Jack sto jd up on the topmost limb.
And then the .lollek climbed over him,
Over tho two went tho .lamborlo -Ho
climbed up quickly tho world ttsoc
And th'it tho.laoK frnn tho topmol limb,
With grin and omtokK elMibod after him.
To the top climbed he,
Tho w irld to noo.
And there In Die air swung nil tho threo:
Tho .lollek irleorully followod tho Jack,
And (inlekly reached tho topmost b.ick;
And then again went tho.lamborlu
up to tho lop, tho wor d to boo.
On they aro going, and on and on;
They'll roach tho stars before they are dono 1
-A. It. WtUt, (n St. A'IWiolM.
10IIXNY AM) THE HOUSE.
Johnny was very fond of tho country.
At least ho always ahl ho was, and as
ho had never been in it since ho could
reniembor, of course nobody could prove
that ho was not.
So ho was very glad when it was ar
ranged that he should visit at his grand
father's during vacation. Ho had not
boon there, ho assured his friends at the
kindorgarten, for quite a number of
years.
Mo had been promised that ho should
ride on tho pony his father had ridden
when ho was aboy, and ho thought
more of that than of anything olso. lie
thought the pony must bo tho oldest ono
in the. world, but that was a mistake,
for his father was not so very old.
It was really a vory nieo, plump,
slook-looking littlo horse which Uncle
Archio brought round that pleasant Juno
morning. Ilo novor did anything now-a-days
but eat and stand under a tree,
with his oyos shut, switching tho llios
with his tail.
.Johnny's grandmother and his aunts
came out to soo, and grandmother was
a littlo afraid Johnny might get hurt,
but ho reminded hor that lie would bo
seven years old next May. Uncle
Archie put him on old Jack and said:
" Now, Johnny, when you want to
stop you must say: " Whoa!' and when
you want to go on you must chirrup
liko this"
Johnny managed to mako a noise
something liko his unelo's and felt liko
a vory largo man when Jack moved
under him," and grandmother criod:
"Hold on tight, Johnny," and somo
ono olso cried:
" Don't go too fast, Johnny." Uncle
Archie laughed at this, but Johnny did
not know why.
Tho groat moadow was smooth and
green and full of daisies and forget-me-nots.
Jack spent his summer in tt,
so hofolt quite at home, and would stop
sometlmos to tako a nip at them, with
out waiting for Johnny to say: "Whoa,"
but ho always wont on again whon
Johnny chirruped. At last ho got into
a cornor a long way from tho house.
Ilo wont in among some trees and
bushes till ho reached tho fence, and
then stopped and shut his eves.
Johnny was quite willing Jack should
rest awhilo, but as ho waited and waited
and seemed to havo no desire to do any
thing but switch his tail Johnny got
tired and chirruped to him. Jack
moved a little, but tho fence was right
boforo him and ho couldn't go through
that, so Johnny said: "Whoa," and
.fuck stopped at onco and shut his oyos
again."
1'oor Johnny began to wonder if lie
should havo to sit thoro all day. Ho
wanted Jack to turn round and tako
him back to tho house, but how was ho
to mako Jack understand thatP Ho
know how to stop him and how to sot
him going again, bpt Uncle Archie
hadn't said a word about turning him
round.
Johnny, you seo, did not belong to
that blessed class of boys who tumbled
about tho country all their happy, rol
licking young days, riding hay-loads,
buck-boards, stone boats, spring
wagons, ets., learning to handle a horse
almost as soon as U103' learn to talk and
walk. Ho had ridden in steam-cars and
stroot-cars and hackB, and he now tried
to remember something how thoy woro
managed. Ho did not believe steam
cars over turned round they always
seemed to go straight ahead. Ho had
novor seen how the hack-drivers got their
horses to turn, but he had seen street
cars turn on a 'turnUablo when thoy
reached tho end of their route. Jack
certainly seemed to havo reached tho
end of his route, but Johnny could not
seo anything that looked like a turn
table. Ho called as loudly as he could for
Uncle Archio, but no ono heard him.
Then Johnny cried as ho wondered how
long ho might sit there, and if it was
nearly dinner-time.
After a while lie hoard some ono com
ing along the green, shady road on tho
other sido of the fence. It was a boy
and a rope and something else. Tho
boy was at one end of tho rope, but
Johnny could not at first ninko up his
mind what it was at tho other end. He
knew it was either a calf or a shoop, for
Undo Archie had shown him both that
morning, but ho could notquito remem
ber which was whito and which was red.
Ho became so much interested in
watching the boy as to forgot all about
turn-tables and dinner. Sometimes tho
boy would bo ahead, loading or jerking
tho calf (or sheep) along. And 'then all
at onco tho sheep (or calf) would rush
forward and pull tho boy along. As
thoy came near Johnny tho boy hap
pened to bo ahead, and ho stopped at
sight of Johnny's tear-stained faco,
"Hullo!" said the boy.
"Say!" said Johnny, pointing eago
ly at tho animal, "is that a calf or a
sheepP" Tho boy stared at Johnny
without auswoi ing.
"Oil, novor mind," said Johnny,
very. politely, "I thought you'd know.
boltovo it's a calf, but Undo Archto
can toll you for sure if you ask him. JIa
knows. But say aro you loading htm,
or is ho leading youP"
At this tho boy scowled vory hard at
Johnny, and picked up a piece of earth
to throw at him. But Johnny burst out
crying again, and ho slopped.
"I didn't moan anything," sobbed
Johnny, "audi want Unolo Archie."
"Is It Mr. Archio CraudallP" aakoil
tho boy. " Bo you his bov?"
"Yes, 1 s'poso so. I want Unolo
Archie i want Uncle Archie" and
Johnny, afraid of tho calf, afraid of tho
boy, and oven afraid of old Jack,
raised a fearful howl
"Stop," cried tho boy, "I'll go anil
toll him."
" But will he lot youP" said Johnny,
looking in alarm nt tho unknown ani
mal. Tho bov tied it to tho feuoo and
jumped ovor hi to tho meadow.
"Tho littlo chap's In troublo and
wants you, "ho said to Undo Archio,
and thou hurried back to his calf. Un
do Aroh'o started on a run to wheru
thoy had all tho timo seen Jack's tall
switching In tho bushes, and had boon
wondering why Johnny Hlnyctl thoro
so long. And grandmother and till his
aunts wrung tholr hands, shrieking ho
must havo broken his leg, or put his
shoulder out of joint, or had a sun
stroke. Unolo Archio was vory hot whon ho
got to Johnny nnd cried: ,
"What fa tho mattorP"
"0, Unolo Archie, won't you ploaso
to nuiko Jack turn 'round so I can go
baokP"
" Is that what you'vo boon waiting
for, Johnny?"
"Yes, sir."
Unolo Arelilo pulled ono of tho strap
Johnny hold in his hand, and Jack
turned easier than if ho had boon on a
turn-table.
The boy laughod vory loud and vory
long. Ho untied his calf and both
wont down tho road so fast that to this
dny Johnny doesn't know whether tho
boy was leading tho calf, or tho call
leading the boy.
But Tie surely knows it wan a calf, for
Uncle Archio told him it was. Youth's
Companion.
A Utllo Kng-Plckcr.
A heap of littlo bits of calico and linen
lay just ahead of l'honio's broom. It
was a ory cunning now broom, and it
swept as olenn as now brooms always
do. Tljo sitting-room had to bo swept
a good many times in a day, for Miss
1'oor, tho dress-maker, was thoro, snip
ping and snipping and making all tho
litter she possibly could so Phonio
thought. But sho liked to sweep it up
vory well, indeed.
"I'd pick thoso pieces out and savo
them for paper-rags," said Aunt Anna,
coming In just at that minute.
"There's such a littlo of 'era," said
Phonic. "I don't beliovo it's a cent's
worth. I want to go out and swoop tho
veranda, too."
So Phcm'o ildgetod a minuto with hor
broom, and when sho found Aunt Anna
didn't say any moro sho loft tho bits of
cotton in a cornor of tho wido brick
hearth, and wont out to sweep tho ve
randa floor. And whon slio went In
again tho rags woro all out of tho way.
All through tho summer thoro woro a.
good many bits of cloth and papor to
pick up; but Plienio didn't touch them
very ofton. Thoro was always such a
littlo, ami sho didn't liko to anyway.
But in the fall a tin-peddler drove up
to tho door, in a shiny-green oart let
tered with gold. And among other
beautiful things ho had some littlo tin
pails, painted and lettered, too.
"O auntie," screamed Phenie, in tho
greatest delight, "can'tlluivo onoP"
"Thirty cents, only," said tho peddler.
After ono look at Aunt Anna's faco,
Phenie foil, with a dreadful sinking of
hor heart, that ho might as well hiwo
said thirty dollars.
"I'll tako rags," said tho poddlor,
swinging 0110 oftho pails on his finger;
"four cents a pound."
Aunt Anna's eyes began to laugh.
"Havo you got any rags, Phonio?"
sho asked.
"No'm," said Phonio, solonmly.
"If you had only saved them, Phe
nie." " But thero was such a littlo." said
Phonio.
Aunt Anna laughed. Then sho
broutrht in from bohindtlio shed-door a
bag stuffed full of rag?. "Hero thoy aro,
Phonic," said she.
Phonio opened hor oyos, and tho ped
dler began to laugh. In a minuto ho
had weighed tho rags.
" The pail'syours?1 said ho, "and two
cents ovor. IVlany a littlo makes a good
deal, littlo girl. Now, I'm coming round
again next spring. Can't you savo somo
rags for mo?"
" Yes, sir," said Phonio, hugging hor
pail with tho two tingling coppers.
And tho other day whon Aunt Anna
found a breadth of her lilac poplin dress
in Phonio's rag-bag, slio almost wished
tlmt i'henio wouldn't pick tho rags up
quite ho snug.
Whatovor olso may survlvo in tho
future, Dr. Seiinons is certain that tho
fltcani-ongino is doomed. Its fato is
first to bo confined to tiio driving of
largo dynamo machines, which will dis
tribute force at present- supplied by a
myriad of small and wasteful steam
engines, and then to bo superseded al
together by the gas-engino. Gas and
electricity may bo mutually hostile, but
ihoy aro to unite their forces in order
to extirpate tho steam-engine. '
A recent advertisement in a Paris
papor runs: "Princes, dukes, counts,
viscounts and others who wisli to marry
rich American young la lios, write in
tho fir.it .iustaucu in all conlidenoel,v
and so on.
to cause tho injury of whioh alio com
plained. - .
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