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AUBUIlN, i NEBRASKA.
WIN! HE WE WERE BORN.
Tou'd know tho place whoro wo wero born
Not by tho old woll standing liy,
Nor vol by Holds of waving corn
Which yon might sco In passing by,
Yet yon would guess It, night or morn
The dour old plnco whoro wo wero born I
You'd know It, for In nil your ways,
On country roud or village street,
Through lengths and leugilHof Summer days
Yon novor snw n place ho sweet
Asouisln Miiy down, morn or night.
When upplo trees nro blossomed wliltu.
Tor round and round on every side
These trees in friendly group ng grow;
Yon could not llnd. or tnr or wide,
A plnco so clrglod round, I know;
Toward rising sun and cloning day
They stand In wutchmnn-llko array.
Tho nnclcnt orchard on tho slopo
Is tint to catch tho wnini fpilng sun,
Its trees aro aged beyond hope,
Aiilyi'ttlioylilosssoin ovory ono;
And hiioIi odd apple no'cr woro seen
As fall upon lt shndy grucn.
And all nlong tho dear old Inno
They arch their branches ovoihcnd,
And In a brco.o or shower of rain
They scatter potals white and icd.
We lii-ld our llttlo aprons high
Tooatoh tho sweetness tluttorlng by.
And when tho Autumn tints woro gay
Upon tho landscape ovorywherc,
In r.ckloss heaps tho wiploi lay;
Wo hoard thi'in dropping hem and thoro,
And inughod and gaily fosed thoni high
lloneath tho blue, lioiilguant sky.
And when wo'd grown beyond tho child,
Tho aspiration that wo know,
Our vivid lanolos running wild,
Our learning of tho InNo and trun
Seemed, somehow, In tho light and gloom,
To hold u breath of nppto bloom.
And now, whou May comes yearly round,
And ilecks tlionpplo trees again
With bloHoms sweetest to bo round,
Hoinotlmcs my tears drop down lllco rain,
Ho vividly iloon memory toll
About tho homo I lovo so well.
tinier con llnral lfame.
MASTIlIt Oil MAN I
promise of n bolter placo or extra wngos.
You'd hotter pay Yes, Lois."
Citing! clnngf chilly! rn,)fe,9ut 10
factory bell like a groat bra.o'ri voice
that bade men and womou Whojioard
it ooaso thnking of anything else but
work. Loin shivered. The sound of
Hint boll wns so tangled tip l her life
that the two could not bo separated, sho
thought, as she roused herself from her
listless mood nnd turned toward tho
factory.
I don't think I'd better ttiko your
advice, Dick." siio said, with a llttlo
shnko of her head. "Not vet a whilo,
nnyway. It wouldn't bo right, I
think.'"5
I don't ask you to say 'Yes' till
yoti'vo thought it nil over," ho said,
walking along besido her through Iho
street leading to the factory. "Don't
let tho thouglit of Kan, or tho hard work
I'd have to do, keen you from flaying
Yes,' if von lovo mo, Lois, if you lovo
mo you have no right to say 4Iso.'
That's Iho way to look at it, Lois."'
They went fnlo tho factory together.
As thoy crossed tho threshold tho ma
chinery started into motion. The
wheels began to turn in their tireless,
swift way, and everywhere was din and
clangor. Dreams might answer for out
of (loors, but thoro was no place, no
time for them here. No timo to think
of love, either.
Tho warp was waiting for hor at her
loom. It inudo l.ois think of a spider's
wob. Tho old factory scorned more like
a great spider to her to-day than it ovor
had before. How many men and wom
en woro caught fast in its webs, sho
thought, as sho looked down tho long
room and saw tho whlto, wan, tired
fuvefl by the looms.
It was nearly noon when Kalnh Lov
orson camo to nor looms and paused
thoro to watch hor at hor work.
Kalph Lovorsou was her employer.
This groat factory ami tho men and
women in it woro his.
Ho stood there, silently watching hor
doft, wcll-l rained fingers as they
moved among tho threads for many
minutes,
Lois Brand leaned over tho low rail
ing of tho bridge to watch tho ripples
on tho waters for ono brief, idle mo
ment, and the minnows darting about
in that restless fashion of theirs which
made hor think of tho shuttles ilying
back and forth through tho warp in tho
weaving-room of tho groat factory
whoro, day by day, site toiled for tho
broad sho ato and tho clothes sho wore.
Sho wished sho might forgot everything
connected with the factory for a llttlo
while. If she could, sho thought, it
would bo rest. Buttsho had watched
the shuttle living back and forth so long
that tho sight of almost any moving
thing brought it boforo hor, And for
so ninny years had sho listened to tho
thunder and, crash of tho great, looms
that sho heard them everywhere. Sho
often wondered if sho should over got
the sound of them out of her cars.
As sho stood thero on the bridge
thinking In it spiritless kind of way of
what a pleasant thing life must bo
whoro thoro is no sucli drudgery, no
such terriblo monotony in it as had
been hers sinco ohildhood, shutting out
like cruel hands that bar a door, all sho
.had hoped for nnd longed for most, n
stop aroused hor.
Sho turned and saw Dick Evans. His
at sight of hor.
ltv and by
'Those lingers of
vours seem to work
of themselves Miss Brand," he said.
" Yes." answered Louis, scarcely
pausing to look tin, "wo aro machines.''
Sho said it with an accent of bitter,
ness in hor voice. Poor Lois! This
life was wearing her out. It was mak
ing her old boforo hor timo, and tho
weariness of it told upon her temper
and embittered hor thoughts.
" I want to talk to you," young Lcv
crrion said, loaning over tho loom, and
get away by myself and think. I shall'
have no rest till I got it all thought out.";
Sho put on her oonnet and shawl and,
wont out into tho cool October air.
How peaceful the bluo hills looked far
oft'. Sho wished sho were ono of them.i
Thon nothing would fret her; her rest
lessness would bo gone.
Oh, which to choose- which to
choose!
Tho words made a little yorso of
themselves, and her brain sot them to
the mouoton ous timo of turning spindles
and darting shuttles.
Sho wont towards homo in a slow,
round-about way. Sho saw men and
women and llttlo children. Somo ol
thorn bowed or stioko to her. Sho did
not rocogni.o ono face among thorn all.
Hor thoughts woio not with tho things
about her. She seemed a thousand miles
away f i urn earth and cver body.
Suddenly tho great factory bell filled
tho air with n swift clangor that hurt
her aching head tis if cruel hands had
smoto it,
"Somothing has happonod," sho
cried, turning to look back. But tho
houses hid tho factory from her sight.
Tho bell rang out its hoarse alarm.
Sho ran up tho street. When sho
reached tho end of the block sho saw a
great black cloud of smoke breaking
above tho roofs of the building between
her and tho faotory. Thon sho know
tho truth. Tho factory was on tire.
Oh Dick, Dick!" sho thought, nnd
hurried toward tho burning building.
I'erhaps there was something hor tired
hands could do to help tho poor wretches
who wero trying to escape death. What
would become of them, of her, if tho
factory burned?
Sho know, boforo sho reached it, that
tho factoiy could not bo saved. The
windows were loop-holes of lire. Tho
oavos wero wreathed with flames that
coiled and uncoiled themselves liko
writhing horpents.
Suddenly a groat cry rang out from
tho crowd, and sho saw hands pointing
to tho window of a room over tho main
entrance. Looking up, sho saw Lover
sou standing there. His face was very
white. Ho must have been asleep, men
said, and the llro had roused him from
what might have been a pleasant slum
ber, to put him face to laco with an
awful danger.
" It is death for him," thouglit Lois,
with stilled breath "Thoro's no pos
sible way of escape."
"I'll try to savo him," criod a voice
she know Dick's voice, and thero was
youths' Department.
somothing grand in tho sound of it.
Then she saw him lighting his way
through tho llamcs. and the last glimpse
pushing back tho lover that caused tho of his faco showed her how bravo it was
honest faco grew bright
To him sho was tho ono woman in
tho world.
"Good-morning, Dick," sho said, in a
tired kind of way. " Aro you going to
tho mill?"
"Yes; of course," ho answered, as if
it woro scarcoly possible for him to bo
going any whoro olso.
" What a fool I was to ask such a
quostion," she said. " As if there was
nny othor placo for us! When wo got
Into tho mill onco wo never got out till
death puts an end to tho work. If it
wasn't for Fan, I wouldn't caro much
how soon my work was ovor, I think,
though I never liked to think of dying.
But if ono woro dead, ho'd know somo
tling about rest, wouldn't ho? That's
more than any of tho mill-hands will
While tlioy live."
" 1 don't liko to hoar you talk in that
way, Lois," Dick said, in that gravo.
gontlo way of his, whon talking to this
woman ho loved. " Thoro's no need of
your killing yourself at tho loom as you
nro doing. It's only for you to say Yes,
Lois, anil you know thoro is nothing I'd
bo gladder to hoar."
"1 know, Dick," sho answered, a
littlo moro tondorly, but with much bit
terness in hor voice yot. I jim sure I
could bo quite happy with you, Dick,
but there' b Fan. It wouldn't bo right
for mo to marry you and bring you such
jv load as two women, and ono of them
liolploss as a baby, would bo. You'd
llnd your hands full with no alone, I'm
nf raid, and whon you come to think of
Fan! No, Dick; whon I think of tho
burden both of us would bo, 1 can't
inako it soem that it would bo right for
mo to say Yes."
" Didn't I know all about Fan whon
I akod you to marry moP" cried Dick.
"Do you think I would have asked you
nny such question if I hadn't been will
, ing to take caro of both of you? You
know better, Lois 1'vo thought tho
matter all ovor, and I'm willing to run
tho risk of tho consequences. Poor Fan
wouldn't bo half tho burden to mo, if
you woro to marry mo, that, sho is to
?'ou. 1 can work woll now. I'm laying
ip n llttlo money ovory year. A man
can work bettor if ho thinks bo's work
ing; for some ono who loves him. Now,
It uoosn't scorn as if I was working for
anybody or anything in particular.
Jon't you know that tho thought of
lomo puts lifo nnd energy into a manP
1 1 know that you woro waiting fo. mo
n a homo of our own, no matter how
nimble it was, tho hardest day's work
ould soom pleusnnt to mo. Iho
ought of tho kiss you'd givo mo at
tlpor would help mo moro thiui tho
iron-brained machine which scorned to
keep up a steady thinking of one tiling
from morning to night, to stop its tiro
less motion.
"Weill"
Lois folded her hands upon tho iron
frame and waited for him to speak.
Hn HPiirnolv uiwtiuoil t.n know what to
I say, Ho began onco and paused.
"oomouiing wns wrung uuuubiuy mat
wob, I suppose," sho said, at last.
" Don't bo afraid to find fault, Mr. Lov
orsou. We are used to that. Mill hands
don't mind such trifles. Wo can't afford
to bo sonsitive, you know. Such luxu
ries aron't for us."
" If you think I camo hero to talk
about such things you aro mistaken,"
ho said. "11 suppose you novor
thought about such a thing as as my
caring for you, Lois?"
Sho looked at him in blank amazo-
ment. Had she gone eraz vat last? She
Had she gone crazy at last?
had often said that sho believed tho roar
of the looms would make her insane
somo tiny.
"You aro surprised," ho said. "I
supposed you would be. I do not won
der, for it comes to you suddenly. 1
ought to have mado you understand by
degrees, porhaps, but I have always been
an abrupt mnn, and you must pardon
mo. I do caro for you, Miss Brand,
l'vo watched your faco for a long time,
and l'vo grown fond of it. Will you bo
mv wifo?"
Lois had often wondorcd why ho was so
kind to hor. Now sho understood.
Ho was a perfect gentleman. Sho
know Hint ho was in earnest, for ho was
too honorable to stoon to dccolt, too
honorable to allow any doubts of his
motives.
Sho thought about it in a
muddled way. Sho thought
Dick, and hor heart gavo a
thrill at recollections of his
for hor that was liko a
swift.
about
littlo
lovo
reach
ing- out of hands to him. And yot,
Dick was poor miserably poor. Lever
son was rich. Ho could givo hor till tho
bountiful tilings she had craved so long.
A confused union of pictures and llow
ors, of rich drwses and beautiful books
went whirling through hor brain to
tho ncconipanunont of tho grinding,
pitiless wheals.
?HnMlDQ.
"1 can't think now," sho criod. nut
ting up both hor hands to her throbbing
brow. "Don't ask mo to. Somo other
timo I'll toll you."
"Tako your own timo to think it over
in," ho said. "Try to think favorably,
Lois, for 1 want you very much. 1 neod
you."
Whon sho wont back to hor loom aft
er dinner sho was more liko a machiuo
than ovor, for sho scarcoly compre
hended tho details of hor work. It is
likely that sho attended to them all, but
sho did so mechanically. Her thoughts
woro olsowhoro.
Tho whools wont round and round.
Hor thoughts wont on and on. Should
sho ohooso for hor heart? If sho did,
sho should chooso Dick dear, patient,
willing Diok, Should sho ohooso for
hor selfish self? Thon she thouglit of
what Loverson's wealth could givo hor.
Iho machinery seemed to bo crasliln
at her with Iron jaws, Sho fanciod
was a groat animal snarling at hor.
"I'm going homo," sho criod, at
length. "I'm sick, dizzv, faint If I
Bttiy hero 1 shall go ottof. ryo got to
in the wild tempest of lire and smoke,
She held her breath, and waited, palo
and trembling, while hor heart kept
saying over and over, in n prayerful
kind ol way:
" Dear Dick! Oh, God save him!"
Sho know then, in tho faco of tho
awful danger, that tho lovor who was
nskingis life ho nobly was more to nor
than tho lovor ho was risking his lifo for
could ovor bo. Sho had mado hor choice
at last.
Suddonly, through tho flnmo and
smoke, sho caught sight of Dick's faco
at tho window of Loverson's room. Ho
had Lovorson In his arms.
"Throw up a rope," shouted Dick.
"Bo quick, for God's sake."
Somo strong hand thing tho lino ho
askod for. Ho fastened ono end of it
beneath tho arms of tho unconscious
Lovorson, and lowered him to the ground
Justus tho llanies burst out of tho win
dow bolow him, wrapping tho wholo
front of tho mill in a scothingshect of tiro,
A groan went through tho crowd.
There was no hope for Dick. Ho had
saved a lifo at the loss of his own.
"Dick, Dick!" rang out a woman's
voice, sharp and shrill, and full of terri
ble entreaty. "Try to savo yourself for
my sake!"
Ho heard, and leaned far out ot tho
window in a wild dosiro to savo his lifo
for the sake of tho woman he loved. Ho
saw tho wire of ono of tho lightning rods
not a foot away from the window. May
bo it was strong enough to hold his
weight. But could ho go through tho
boll of firo beneath him? It scorned
death to venture. It was certainly death
to stay who o ho was Lois had called
him. Ho would inako ti wild effort to
savo himself.
Ho leaned ovor nnd grasned tho rod
nnd swung himsolf over the window
sill, and slipped down, down, down!
The rod blMorod his hands, but ho
clung to it. Tho llamcs billowed up all
about him, but lie hold his breath and
slid down, down, down! Tho last ho
remombored was that ho was in the
midst of a whirlpool of (ire, with tho
thought in his brain that ho was always
going down, down, down!
Tho lirst thing ho remombored nftor
that was a woman's faco bending over
him and a woman's tears dropping on
his faco, and thon a woman's kiss was
on his lips, and a woman's voico said
brokenly:
"Oh, Dick! poor, noblo, bravo, dear
Dick!" And ho saw Lois above him
nnd thouglit ho had got to Heaven.
They told him ho was a horo. Lovor
son camo and took his poor, wounded
hands in his and told him ho had saved
his life, and that ho should do great
things for him to provo his gratitude
And he did.
And Lois is satisllod with tho oholco
sho made.
EDITH BAXTER.
Tho story of how Miss Htlth Hnxtcr. nged
twelve years, rescued n llttlo loy from drown
ing, at hath, I.. 1 is thus told In rhyme, by
Mr. M K. Hangster, In urper's Yowiy People:
A beautiful day In summer,
At lluth, besfdo tho toa,
Whoro n bevy of careless children
Woro as gay its gay could bo.
Bonn with their spades so tiny
Wero turning ovor tho sand,
Bomo wero merrily racing
With tho surf that dashed on tho strand.
Ami others, bold and daring,
l'lungca Into tho deep grcon wavo,
At tho touch of tho grim old ocean
Thoy felt so blltho and brave.
Laughing, leaping and diving,
Tho sturdy, frolicsome crow
Had novcr n thought of danger
Under tho sky's soft blue.
And nobody noticed Harry,
A dear llttlo tlvo-vcar-old.
With Just u glimmer of sunshlno
Tinting his curls of gold,
Till, nftor tho rest, ns swiftly
As u Hash tho darling wont;
And n cry of sudden terror
Tho giddy gladness rent.
Tho billows hnvo caught tho baby,
They aro bearing him far away;
AIiib for Harry's inothor
And her empty arms this dny I
Somo ono has darted to savo him,
Forth from an awe-struck throng,
A fearless heart to tho ro-cuo,
Steady and true ami strong.
Hullotlng surgo and breaker,
Htraight through tho curdling foam,
On through tho angry waters,
Sho Is toHIng to bring him homo.
Only n child, with girlhood's
Clear light In hor candid oyes;
Only ii girl, but a woman
In her glory of sacrliloo.
On tho shoro thoy watch and listen,
Bpcll-lxnind In a dumb despair,
Ahl hark to tho shout of triumph
That ends In a thankful prayer.
Edith has saved wco Harry.
Twns u noblo deed was done.
At Hath, that day, by thoocoan,
In tho light of tho summer sun.
HOW MA11Y FED THE CHICKENS.
Mnmmii.had boon invited out to tea,
and Maxv was to spend tho afternoon
with Dollio Mayo, but she kept saying
to herself that sho mustn't forgot to run
homo and feed old Speokle's chickens
boforo sunset. Sho remombored it even
while thoy wero swinging, and playing
"keep house "
Brosio Milbr sat under tho great
balm of giload tree, in his father's front
yard, with his pug nose between tho
pickets.
" Come ovor horc," ho shouted.
"Can't," said Dolly.
"You come, then, Maxy."
"Mamma said stay hero."
" Pshaw! s if she'd caro for your com
ing across tho street. -1 want to show
you something."
Maxy and Dolly looked doubtfully at
each other.
"Lot's ask your mother," proposed
Maxy, and in a moment Dolly came Hy
ing out of tho house.
"Yes, wo can go, but tea will bo ready
in half an hour."
v It was in tho midst of an exciting
They've been slopped on!" crlcol
Kntlc. J
" How could thoy all bo stopped on as
onco?" asked papa, trying to soparate'
one of tho unfortunato from tho flutter
ing mass.
" It seems like paste," ho added, hold
ing tho lantern close.
" Oh!" cried Maxy, "flour and water
make paste. Oh, njoroyl l'vo pasted
them together!"
" Thoy can't run! They're breaking
their legs oll'i" and Katie looked so in
dignant, and tho chickens so vorymisor-
'nliln. flint. Mnvv (Iml anlihitiir tn mum-
mu, declaring that "Biosie lillcrsaid
it would do.
Katie and papa brought tho poor littlo
prisoners into tho kitchen, put them
into a basin of warm water, and worked
patiently for an hour, freeing their
poor feet. Whon at last thoy succeed
ed, and ono by ono those wretched,
long-legged, forlorn cioaturcs wero
rubbed by mamma's soft hands,
wrapped in warm flannel and laid in a
littlo basket by tho firo. Maxy wopt
aloud, and declared she would "never
feed chickens any more."
"1 never thought they'd stand in their
supper," she said.
"I'll forgive you, if Speckle will,"
said Katie, solemnly: "butdon't you ov
er tako Brosio Miller s advice again."
Chicuyo JnUrior.
Tho Convention of tho Amorjean
Forestry Association, recontly hold in
Montreal, has stimulated the pcoplo of
tho Dominion to organize for tho protec
tion of forosts, to ro-wood districts
which havo been strlppod of trees, and
to inoroaso tho cultivation of tho most
vahiablo variotios. Tho Forestry Asso
ciation of tho Provinco of Quebec has
been formod. Enoh moinbor promises
to plant twenty-five forest trees oycry
yoar.---2b;y?iW Oty, .
game of hide and seek, in which Bro
sio's big dog was joining, that Maxy hap-
Eoncd to glanco at tho sun and remem
ored mamma's chargo concerning tho
chickens.
" Oh, it's most down! I must run and
feed 'oni!" sho cried.
"What's down P Feed what?" de
manded Brosio.
"Tho sun tho chickens mamma
always does oh, dear, it' 11 bo down be
fore I cau got thero," and breathless,
Maxy How across tho street, followed
by Dolly, Brosio and tho big dog.
Into Mrs. Monroe's neat kitchen thoy
clattored; in hasto they searched through
boxes, chests and barrels, but no meal
could they find.
" What shall I do?" asked Maxy.
"Thoy won't starve, will thoy?"
"I'm afraid."
"Borrow somo." " Feed 'cm bread,"
in turn suggested Dollio and Brosio.
" Hero's lots of Hour; why won't that
doP" said Maxy.
"It will," replied Brosio, with a vory
wise air. " Thoy use meal because it's
cheaper."
Maxy grow cheerful at onco. " Well,
wo can afford Hour onco, I guess;" so
tho Hour and water woro mixed into a
stitf dough, in a littlo tin basin, and
thon began a search for the chickena.
Old Speckle had found a way out of
her coop, and was gone, with all hor
ehildron.
"Got tired waiting for hor supper, I
s'pect," wasMaxy's opinion.
After a long search thoy woro found
down at tho end of tho gardon, under
tho gooseberry bushes. Mitxy'B call
ing failed to bring thorn from thoir re
treat, so she emptied tho dough on tho
ground, and ran back to her play fool
ing satisfied. Soon it was tea-time, and
after that Maxy went to sloop on tho
sofa, whilo Mamma Mayo was tolling
"Silvor Hair and tho 'Three Bears."
Thon somobody was waking hor up, and
laughing becauso sho said: "Yes'm, I
hoard tho groat big bear, and tho mld-
(iio-sizctt ocar, aim tno teo-ny wco-ny
bear oil, 1 fed 'om about sundown,
ipamnia."
"What, tho boarP" laughed papa, as
ho lifted her in his arms.
"No, tho chickens."
"Oh, you know whoro thoy aro, thon.
Katie has boon hunting for them. Thoy
aro out of tho coon, and sho says sho
can hoar thorn calling somewhere."
By this timo Maxy was wido iiwako,
and ran oil' to show' Katlo whoro to find
her ohickons. It was quito dark now,
and jiana went with thorn and lot Mary
carry the lantern.
Under tho goosoborry bushes what
did thoy iindP Ton llttlo chickens all
grown tight togothor, liko tho S'mmeso
twins; ton misorablo, iluUoring, chirp
ing, scared littlo chickens, tost in a
lump of dough! Nobody knew what It
nionuU
American Children and Horses.
American boys aro quite as bravo and
active as any in tho world, and learned
travelers tell us thoy know more than
any boys yot discovered in tho solar
system. Likewise tho American girl is
sweet and good and true ns bright as
any girl in liuropo. For all this, Ameri
can boys and girls do not, as a rule,
rido horso-back. It is true, somo coun
try boys, East and West, rido fearlessly
and well, but the majority of .ioy and
girl riders havo climbed, by the aid of a
rail-fcnco, on tho back of a farm-horso,
and when thoy were mounted tho hprso
either laughed in his mane or inglori
ously tumbled the rider over hia bond.
It is vory strango that in such a land
of horses so few boys and girls know
how to rido. It is a niNtako to think
that, when Dobbin has "been brought to
tho fence and you have climbed on his
back, this is riding. Not oven tho most
uncommonly bright girl or tho most
learned boy can rido without instruc
tion. Ono has to learn this art, just as
ono must learn to play tho piano or to
mount a bicycle.
Lot us considorthe horse, see what ho
is liko, and thon, perhaps, wo may learn
what it means to ride. A horse is an
animal with a large brain, and though
ho seldom speaks, you may bo sure no
thinks and has a mind of his own. Be
sides this ho has four legs. These "are
important things to remombor ho
stands on four legs and can think for
himself. Ho also has cars, and, though
ho is not given to conversation, Tie
hears and understands much that is said
to him. Ho also has a temper
good or bad and may bo cross and ill
natured, or sweet-tempered, cheerful,
patient and kind. In approaching such
a clever creature, it is clear a boy or
girl must bo equally patient, kind,
cheerful and good-natured. Unless
you aro as good as a horse, you havo no
right to got upon Ills back.
Of courso, thoro aro bad horses, but
thoy are not fit for riding, and aro used
only to drag horse-cars or do other com
mon work. All riding-horses tit for the
society of boys and girls aro good
horsos, not merely for walking or gal
loping, but morally good gentle, kind,
patient, careful and obedient. Any boy
or girl, over seven years of ago, with a
bra-vo heart and steady hand, and also,
sweet-temper, gentle, kind and thought
ful, can learn to rido. All others must
sit in a box on wheels and bo dragged
about. Charles Barnard, in St. mcho-las.
An Infernal Machine.
A rathor sad affair took place on one
of our streets tho other day. A young
lady with hor arms full of bundles
emerged from a dry-goods storo, when
ono of thom fell on tho sidewalk with
out her noticing it. Just behind her
was a young man, and a Bolfast young
man who if not polito is not anything,
and ho quickly stopped forward to pick
it up. Now a bundle dono up in a piece
of paper with a dry goods advertise
ment on it is apparently as harmless as
a mother's spanking, and thoro it lay as
guileless as an angleworm on ti sidowalk
after a rain. Just as ho stooped to pick
it up thero wsis n rustling of tho paper,
the twist began to come out of the ends,
and in another instant a bright red
thing, a sort of a cross between a
balloon and a dovil-fish, fiow into tho
air boforo his oyes, and a number ton,
thirty-six-inch, double-jointed, elliptic,
steel-bowed, bustle-attachment, dollar-und-u-half,
red-headed hoop-skirt,
waltzod around iindgyrntod and opened
and shut up and fell on tho walk as fiat
and thin as a restaurant pio; and tho
young' man straightened himself up and
looked as if ho wished tho tail of
comet No. 2 would sweep him from
this fair land; and tho young lady camo
back with a faco that resembled a sun
sot on a fifty-cent chromo; and sho
picked up tho wire contrivance, nnd
then sho wont toward tho oast and ho
wont toward tho west, and tho sun
ducked his bond behind a cloud to lildo
a smilo, and threo or four looked on,
laid down and laughed and doubled
themsolves up in a mnnnor that would
havo mado a mess of green applos hang
their heads in. shame Belfast Journal.
A rittsburgh fathor, whoso two lit
tlo lost girls had beon found by the po
lico, was so glad that ho dancod a break
down in tho "Mayor's oftliQ.lKltsbttryh
Fost.
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