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HIRING A SERVANT.
HOW A LITTLE WOMAN WAS
MADE TO BLUSH.
'Too Much to Kipni't of dip l.irjjn M.ittl
anil I'lnallr Tlmjr t'allrit to Comr to i
nu Acronmcnt Almni W.ign Coinpro
mlie nil a Clilniin in.
01 see, there an
onl two in the
fiiiiilly Mini It's u
very little house,
so I thought Wl
could get along
with just one for
explained the little
hum the bin worn-
nn, with the air of one accustomed to
u ImUer and dependent on a tn.ild, but
iio, disposed to be uppish on that ac
count. The other blushed anil pulled
Iter handkerchief nervously through
lier lingers, sas the Han Francisco
"Wo (lino at fi-IJO." she went on.
The big woman looked slightly sur
prised. "Early dinner, yea, ma'.ini." was all
Blie said, but the little woman wished
jslie had made it at least 7.
"Yes, early," she said. "Mr. Mr.
that is, my husband prefers It. He Is
rather old-fashioned in some was."
"Yes, ma'am," said the bis woman
find the little one felt herself forgiven
"We breakfast at S and my husband
doesn't oome home to lunch, so you
would have time to do most of the
sweeping," she went on, more easily.
"Of course you have hardwood
floors," said the bit; woman, curiously.
"Well, no. We have hail matt lass put
down. We rather like them belter."
"Do you hire a man to beat the runs?"
"Why, there are not very many Just
two, I believe not big ones. It would
hardly bo worth while," tnld the little
"Yes, ma'am," In a tone suggestive
of Daghestans In the kitchen and Por
Blan tapestries In the china closet.
"I should expect to have some of tlm
washing done at home," the little
woman continued. There was a whole
French laundry In the surprised lifting
of the other's eyebrows as she asked,
"You mean the flannels and stock
ings?" "Yes, nnd well. Jii3t a few other
things. The laundries are so hard on
otio's lingerie," with a smile that the
big woman politely rellected.
"Would you expect mo to wait on the
door?" she asked.
"I think you'd have to, when I was
out or anything," said the little woman
with Bomo hesitation. "If I were right
there I wouldn't mind openinK it ray
wolf occasionally. Of course you would
have your pvptilng out."
"Two evenings and Sunday afternoon
is what I've been accustomed to," said
tho big woman, quietly.
"Yes, certainly. That would suit me
perfectly well," the little woman hastily
agreed. "Tuesday night we alvas go
to our whist club, but wc could arrange
about any two other nights, and I'm
not even sure we are going to keep up
tho whist club."
"Would you want much rough work
done, washing windows, and that?"
asked the big woman, glancing down at
lier neatly gloved hands.
"Well, tho windows, of course." ad
mitted the little woman, "hut not much
clsn. We buy our kindling all split up.
"Then you don't cook by gas or elec
tricity? Is your range a large one?"
"Well, it's a cooking stove; No. 6, I
"No. C hasn't much room on It, but I
don't supposo you'd want more than
live courses for dinner when you hadn't
company," said tho big woman, con
siderately. The little duo gasped
"Oh, no; not more than four or live,"
hIio agreed. "My hiihhand sometimes
likes to havo Just three. He is fond of
"Yea, ma'am," said tho big woman,
with generous compassion.
m iow, anoui wages, ventured me
little woman, wondering: If salary or
remuneration wouldn't be moro ap
propriate. "I expected that Is, we
planned to pay about $20 a month."
7n big woman evidently suppressed
"ifierally get ?:I0, Just for cooking;
no washing or housework," she ex
plained. TIm) littlo woman Hushed, hut stood
"I'm afraid I couldn't afford moro
i V mull -iv sue niiiriuureu,
J' 'Tin other rose.
. "I'll Inll vnn " ulin U'llil In llln Innn
I H. At. -i An A I ...
of one uniformly courteous to Inferiors.
"You don't want a flrst-cl.iss cook like
me, but a girl for general housework.
There's lots who will tako places for
?20, If you don't llvo with any style. I
am afraid I wouldn't suit."
"I'm sorry." said tho other.
"Good morning," answered ths big
woman, with a respectful bow.
The little woman did not mtorvlow
nny moro servants. Hor husband went
down nnd hired a Chlnnmnn for her.
Education la not a stttillng or cram
ming process, but a drnwing out, a
developing of what Is in a person, It
18.R mlBtako to fancy that a laigo edu
cation Is only for tho professional man.
Why fihould not all persons want a
generous education? Hut unless educa
tion strengthens manhod It ib fruit
less. Man is Intended to do something
for tho world. Ho must not bo satis
fied with lenvea Bishop N. S. Rullson.
THE CLEVER WOMAN
Tito KIihN of 'll crnr., Iltl )mIt Oim
That Ititrttly 1'um.
"I wish I were clever "
The woman was charmingly dimpled,
wore a Fieneli gown, was the mistiiMS
of a luxurious establishment and was
dispeiHli'g tea to afternoon rnllen In
cups of iricelecs f.tteiue. says the Now'
'Women who write." had been the
subject on the tapis, and the letnirk
was u delicate compliment to the wom
an to whom she handed the lea. She
was a successful writer successful to
the extent of making a good Income
as the fruit of unwearied Industry. She
hail never known the delights of dia
monds or her own carriage, or a box
at the opera. She sometimes spent a
haul-earned $."i for a drive, but there
was neither Itixtity in the cartlage, not
swiftness in the steeds, and she was
conscious all through the drive that
when she went hack to the olllco she
would write something about the coun
try in the spring or the lloisani of fall
foliage and flowers with which the sub
urban resident could decorate his houso
If she took a $1! seat In the opeta
house she rarely lost herself complete
ly in the music, as she would have
liked to do, because skeletons of para
graphs on theater hats and theater
manners, on loveis who make love In
the stalls as well as on the stage and
a thousand other things for the next
day's paper llitted thiough her mind.
She never bad a Fieneh gown; on the
contiary, she walked ten blocks nnd
tilmbed seven stoiles to llud a dress
maker who would make, though at the
same time mar, her one gown for 510.
Her modest house was prett and alio
was even quite fatuous for her petllei
foupeis, at which one sometimes met
eminent and always delightful people,
but only herself and her one maid knew
at what cmt of peisplrlng brow and
smutched litigeisand aching hack those
dulntv little dishes were evolved.
So there was almost icverenco In her
tones as she teplled:
"My dear, you are the clever woman;
you are far more clever than (Jeorge
Eliot. The i eally smart woman Is not
the one who makes her own dally
bread, even though there be a Nessel
rode pudding tin own in now and then.
It Is she who, without raising her
hand, can cause all this luxury to be
laid at her pietty saiiu-shod feet. It
is like eating a Delmnnlco dinner nnd
lamenting that you arc not the chef
who cooked It. Not the woman who
works hut she who gets all there Is in
life without working, Is tho really
"May there not be two kinds of clev
erness?" said the woman who came to
make her adleiix.
ONLY ONE LOVED HIM.
Niiinloiin' Potter-Mother Hail n Trim
AfTiTtlon for Mini.
Masson states ill his memoirs of Na
poleon that the "Littlo Corporal" blt
teily regretted that no woman had ever
really loved him. Even Mine. Wnlo
wska married as soon as Napoleon was
sent to St. Helena, proving conclusively
that her course of action was prompted
by the love of her country, and not for
any tenderness that Bhe may have felt
for the great general. Nevertheless, If
Napoleon was a failure as a "lover and
husband," according to Massou he suc
ceeded in retaining tho adoration of his
foster-mother to the end. The deeprst
affection existed between Mammuccia
Caterina and her nursling. She -.ame
to Paris to see him crowned emperor,
and when told by Napoleon to ask him
for any favor, begged that she might
be Introduced to the pope. Tho old
lady so amused his holiness with ac
counts of her "garcon," as she was wont
to call the emperor, that ho forgot in
her society the dlfllcultles of the situa
tion. Mammuccia Caterina nearly died
of grief when she heard of her garcon's
downfall. And nothing could bo more
forcible than the terms with which she
denounced Marie Louise for not follow
ing Napoleon Into exile. Mammuccia
Caterina, despite hor great age, was
preparaing to go and comfort her gar
con at St. Helena when she died. Dur
ing his prosperity Napoleon heaped
favors upon her and her family. To
day her descendants bear the title of
barons and are received in the best
society of Paris. Their family name is
Not I.lkuly to I'ny tlm Drtit.
An ea't ruder, who hnsa alx-year-old
boy, was surprised by a somewhat re
markable question which the youngster
llrcd at him a few evenings ngo.
"Papa," he said, "do you think this
has been a good winter for leo down
in tho bad placo?"
Tho father looked at the serious lit
tle face and checked the Imptilso to
"My dear boy," he gravely remark
ed, "why do you want to know?"
" 'Cause," tho youngster replied,
" 'cause Johnnie Whlto said that when
they cut this winter's Ice down thero
he'd pay me that nlckol ho borrowed
last week." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
I.f Clalut Ion-
Brass is not in ado gold by gliding It.
Reform by legislation Is a dream. Leg
islative (fecrees cannot make men other
than they are. Tho need Is to make
men, and to mako men brothers. So
cial happiness without brotherhood is
impossible. Brotherhood is not a prod
uct of tho law. It Is a product of love.
Rov. S. G. Nelson.
OilKlit lo Fetch 'V.Tt,
A north Missouri paper hns adopted
tho plan of running tho namo of de
linquent subscribers ttpsldo down in
tho piper whenover It hns occasion to
refer to thorn. 13.x.
A harsh word to a child may doetroy
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AFTER .MANY YEARS.
Uy 11. Luqtieer.
OW, Miss .Ilnney,
t you Is a Ills a want-
, In' a story about
dem tryln' times In
Ole Carollney, an'
l's Jes don' tole ye
all 1 knowed ober
And our own
"Tilda J a c 1; s o n,
itnocked the ashes
out of her pipe on tho hearth of tho
kitchen range, which to us children
was a preliminary sign that old "Tilda
held in reserve one of her reminis
cences of her life on the Old Carter
plantation, near tho city of Charleston,
and of the civil war.
Wo children, my sister and I, used
to love to steal down to her especial
domain in the gloamlug. and tease for
a story of that enchanted land ot (low
ers, nnd especially of those battles
fought near the Carter place, and of
which the old negress was an eye wit
ness. Hcnlllng lier pipe, and settling her
self In her easy chair, she continued:
"I jes' done recolmemberono inoa'i ob
dem yarns, but It's erbout how my ole
missus hop Decoration Day all by her
lone self, an' how she done put posos
on one grave fur Ilftecu long years
afore sho found out who do poah young
Here old 'Tilda stopped and lighted
her pipe, puffed away with a retro
spective glance at us two girls, as wo
crept closer to this oracle In ebony, and,
having stimulated our curiosity, she
"Wal, jes' a coiiie o' days after tint
s4s f-iL ---j&i XM?il -
. C- ' -- -
'SO SCART I LKT I)H SOPH BILK
ere big fight at Charleston my ole man,
Llge Jackson, ho was down back o' do
field a ctittln' bresh, an all nt once I
seen him drop tho axe, an' start fur do
house on o run. An' I was dat scart I
let do soap boll over, case I was makln
soap out in do yard, an' was bound dat
a suako had bit him, or he had got a
lick wid do axe fur Llgo wnB de laziest
nlggah lnde whole- kentry, an" 1
knowed something had happened whon
I seen him git such a move on to him.
An', Bhoro enough, when he camo up,
all out of breff, I knowed it was time
to git scart, an' sayo he: "Tlldy, tell
do missus dar's a sojlcr lyln" down dar
back ob de fence, by do run, na' I
rccon ho is powfttl bad hurt, 'cneo ho'8
a grownin' an' done seem to sonso
"Wal, my missus won't berry olo In
dom days, but she was jus' done fading
lako a putty posoy, along ob dat dread
ful wall, expecting to heah dat do
cumiel was killed, an' all do odcr
trouble erbout tic nlggaa glttln' free,
wld do place half woked an" fust oao
nrmy takln' rations and den do oder
till it 'pears llko day w.isont much lot'.
Wall, I JIb pulled do stick from under
dnt soap kittle an' run round to do
front porch, whar missus woh slttlu',
an' tolo her what Llgu seen. Sho got
r- m ml&$j !:
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FRIDAY, MAY 22, 18M.
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right up an' made Llge an' ole Mlnkey,
de coachman, go and lining dat ponb
fellah to de limine She an' me u I'xin'
up a bed fur him while dey Is gone.
"Hyenliy dey toats him in an' I.ijh
him in It. lie was oitten his hade lake,
an' missus tend right off fur a doctor,
and he foun' he was shot in de side, de
ball gain" roun' b de spine, an" he say
dat air pooh hoy dun got he death
blow, and de doctor recon' he was elder
shot while on picket duty or had
diopped behind when he dun got hint,
while de army marched on an' lef him.
Anyway, dar ho was, an' he doant know
noUidy tier nothing, an' do doctor say
he was patilsed, bo ho couldent even
move his pooh lounge.
"Wall, missus an' mo missed hi in till
we both pretty nigh dun drop In our
tracks fur a week. Den at las' he dun
went home to glory, ns de sun wii3
Fettin' lako in a sea of tlah.
But Jls nfoie he lit caved his Ins' he
kluila com'd to his senses, an' kep' a
lookln' at missus an' lie try'd bo
mighty bard to speak an was dat ills
tiessed case he couldn't, de bl? tears
roll outen his handsome black eyes an'
roll down his cheeks dat was a white
a do sheet, an' do sweat lay so cole an'
thick on his hands dat his pietty dark
cutis looked, like dey wete don got
dipped in do rain water barti.
"Do Missus tako his ban' an' say
" 'Nebber mine, de lovln' Jesus known
jes what ye want to say,' an' would
help him tor make her ou'slan,' anyway
she would dun llud out who his folks
war an' write 'em all about how he lit
an' died diiin' his duty, or what he
thought war ills duty.
"Den ho kept looking at his pooh
ragged clothes, dat was a hangin' whar
he could see 'em, till mijsus takes de
hint from Ills appealln' eyes, and goes
and hunts through de pockets. She dun
found notlilu but a little bible, an' when
she bring It to him his cys Jes shine,
lake de stats In de night, nn' mlbsus
opened It an' a lectin tintype of a putty
young thing a lioldlu' a little baby er
about a year old drapped out, an' then
he looked bo glnd. Missus axed him of
tint war his wife un' baby, an' ho
nodded yaa. an' den missus say: 'I
kin find dem by 'vertlsln In de news
papers, nu' I tlnk I dun know what ye
want mo to toll dem,' an' den sho see
dat he was satisfied, an' ills poor eyes
was loosln' delr light. Sho dun took his
ban' in hers, an' sang lake an' angel
dat pretty hymn about:
" 'All my trus' on de Is staid.'
"Dar was two or thiee verses, but I
dlsremember 'em. Anyway while she
was singing do gates ob glory opened
and title dat poor boy In.
"I2f ho war flghtln' on do wrong shin
he dldcnt dun know it. He just did
his duty as he had learned It from older
hades. So de missus had him laid to
res' up in do grovo back of do house,
nn' ehery Decoration Diy Hhe dun put
poses on dat lone grabe, rain or shine,
Kick or well."
"Did alio ever advertise?" asked
Jennie, wiping tho tears out of her
Deed sho did! an' fur years sho war
tryln' to fine dom folks ob hlsen, till
It went on fur nigh on tor fifteen years.
Do wnh was dun, do nlggars all free,
Mnssali Carter loss an arm a flghtln'
agin It, an' his only chllo, young Mussa
John, war growod up to bo a man, an'
llko his ma, ns. putty ns a plcter, and'
dat Btnart dat ho run do plantation hla
own self. Ho hired do nlggahs to work
dat war good fur anything, an' lot do
trlllln' ones go,
Wal, dor used to be lots of com
pany alius a oomln' up from Charles
ton, an' ono day In May dar war Miu;sa
John's cousin, Miss Llddy Carter, dun
como out to de plantation tor mako a
visit, an' she brung orlong' a youup
f ?' '. ..r V f a
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school fi leu'. Nellie Munsoii, an' hhe
w.u as putty as a plcter. with eyes as
black as de night when de moon don't
shine, an' de coler ob her cheeks war
like de lines In de gardin.
Wal. iimii time as dem young cilt
lets had. Day was hoatln' an' llsblu',
an' hossback rlilin' ehery day ob der
Ihos. Wal. one sweet, putt morning
my ole missus say. ills Is Decor.il ton
Day; ef ou young ladies want to go
wld me to put lloweis on my grabe, I
would like yer company. Miss Llddy
she Jes' dun st reach herself outen de
hummock on de veianda, an' she say:
'"Sense me. aunty, I'm awful tired of
dat grabe; ober since I was a baby I
But Miss Nellie she dun jump up an'
"Please let me go, I've dun hear how
good you war to dat poah sojlcr an'
I know iiome day you will git your re
ward." So she an' missus walked off
In do bright sunshine, de hees war a
h n tit mlii' and de birds a slugln. and
tie carried a great basklt of poses tie
hunney suckle an' loses, an' Jasamlne,
an' Miss Nelllo de prettiest llowcr of all
In her white fiock and sky blue sash.
Miss Llddy she lay dar swingln' In
de hammak, and Mnpsa John, after a
little, glts up and starts for de grove,
too. Den Miss Llddy luffs and sals
kinder scornful lake: "Is It Miss Nell
or de grabe that takes you out dar ills
He jes laugh back at her an' say:
"Ob corse It's de gtabe, dat's my
ilgeaus duly, e know, 'specially when
dar's a lovely young lady In de bar
gain." Do ole missus alius like to habe us
all come up dar, too. so I war dar Jes'
as Mr. John got dar, an', as usual, my
missus opened dat sojler's Bible ai'
.." ? I 1
HOW WONDERFUL AR13 THY
WAYS. OH LORD.
was Jus' goln tor road when MIbs Nelllo
saw tlo leetlo tluipo. and sho gaho a
Icetlo cry lake, an' takln' it from do
missus linn' sho bald:
"Oh, Mrs, Carter, my ma has got
Jes such a picture, an' It liors an' mine
when I was a baby." Den she laid her
bald down Into missus' lap an' began
ter cry, an' she Bobcd out dat her pa
was in do wall, an' disappeared, an'
day dun tried ehery way to fine out
Bomctlng erbout him. Missus axe her
what was her pas and mas name, on'
sho tolo hor dero names war "Georgo
nn' Lucy." An' mssus oponcd de
Bible, an' dar was writ on de leaf "From
l.ucy to George." Den she took do poah
young lady In hor arms, nn' Bald: "How
wonderful aro ly way, Oh, Lord!" An",
my chile, daro under all dem flowers
Bleeps your father, nn' in this peaceful
spot. Ho has not been llko a strnngor,
or neglected, so now In do Providence
ob do good Lord, tin dearest wish ob
his heart Is fulfilled. I trus' you will
MiiBsa John walked erway wlpln' his
eyes, an' olo missus read a comfortln'
varso or two outon dat littlo Bible, an'
wo tins sang a hymn, unci do decora
tion was ober fur dat day, an' missus
said to all oh ua:
"Let dls yar teach ycr a letson ob
faith. Do your duly, no matter how
long de way It, or how dnrk do cloubds."
Wal, ehU'en, It Is time ye were In yor
beds. Its Jes ci bunt true, dls yam.
Ebi'iy word Is as line as tie gospll. Yas,
Mhq Jltuile. dat aie grabe Is decorated
ehery vear when ills da ctunea aroiin',
thotith de ole masn and missus Is
I In" down betide dnl i tiling snjler hoy,
an' H't MI'-h Nellie's grabe now, for alio
dim gnu' an tu.iri'd Massa John, an'
he Jus' liibt de ground she walks on.
De ole missus lubi-d her, too, ami you
ought to a seen what caie Mins Nellie
dun took ob de ole missus In her his'
sickness, fur mouths afote she tin ti went
to her leward. and she say ohr and
"No kind act Is overlooked by de Mas
ter; an'. hone, I'm glttln' my pay now
for lionoiln' tie dead by a few flowor.i
on a lonely grabe upon de day de n:i
tlou set apait to 'metuoratu doso dat
Ttf l.lltln llflnllnii Mnliitiilni'il lli'tw cpn
Mil) MO mill July I.
There Is far too little relation main
tained between Independent'" Day and
Memorial D,i. One Is the natural se
quence of the other, and the celebra
tion of both should be observed with
due solomnlt as well as with comely
and hemming rejoicing. A sacred ser
vice to begin tho day, a service of
thanksgiving, of giaud and npproptlato
music, then with thecongtegatlon pour
ing out Into the highways and byways
of the earth, the spirit of peace and
good-will might be nieiged Into a feel
ing of Joyoiisuess and a giving way to
all foims of bibulous iipnrl and Inno
cent amusement. We have In one ot
these das honored our forefathers
through whose wise and determined ef
forts the country was established, and
in the other we have remembered thosu
who rescued us from danger and saved
us for a gteat and glorious future.
These dayii are the red-letter days in
the American calendar -Impressive be
cause they aie reminders of great strug
gles, because they made our present
condition of existence possible; happy
because we know by them, and what
they typify, that the spirit of patriot
ism, tioir-sacrlllce and the great and all
eDinpiehenslve spirit ,ft divinity that
was oilglually planted' in the hearts of
men has neither been dimmed nor ex
tinguished. It has only slumbered and
siiiolileied; the living lire Is there, and
needs but the bieath ot treason or tho
slightest blow from an assaulting hand
to hi lug It full-gtown to Its feet, a stal-
winl young giant able to cope wlthlany
adversary that thteatens the "V"
the union of the states.
AT THE SOLDIERS' CRAVES.
f J A I N , GOOD
ICach with his
lug, Tho earliest bios
Boms of tho
A u d greenest
laurels of tho
To deck anew the turf that rests
Above our patriot comrades' breasts.
Roses and lilies, all aro fair,
With bays to grace each Boldlcr's
But they grow fairer resting there,
If, with tho odorous blooms we gave,
A love as strong and sanctified,
As theirs who for our Union died.
When on the bnttle Held they fell,
It was not In a sordid cause.
But in their Country's, loved so well,
For her dear Homes and Freedom's
And so, at need, their lovo was shown
To save her life they gave their own.
ft. " jsa
O, that was love of precious worth,
AiHetl tolovo fliat Is dlvlno!
J-'rom Heaven alone It came to Earth,
In human hearts to live and shine,
Ami (111 them with tho high desires.
That light and foster Freedom's fires.
How well it Is with them who sleep
About us hero old friends ot ours!
Comrades, for them wo do not weep,
But on their graves place May'B aweet
Wliilo bravo "Old Glory" floats abovo,
Proud of their deeds proud of their
And In this Homo of Liberty
Her birthplace and iowt sacred
Hor loving children, happy, frco,
Como forth from mansion and from
With frngrant blossoms of tho May,
To help us keep Mcmoilal Day.
And they and theirs in timo will stand
Bcsldo our graves and hero relato
How we had fought to save tho land,
Now giown so powerful and great,
That Kings and Czars boyond tho aea.
Quake at the namo of Liberty.
Wo know not, Comrades, what'a
If for our land waits good or ill,
But not till faith In God Is dead,
Shall evil trifle with tho will
Thnt nerved our brother' arni3 to
And win for Freedom, Truth nod
So how nmong tho memories,
Thnt round these graves rcionslvo
Lot us anew tho moment seize,
And pledgo again each Union heart
Shall be, though helpless elso to do,
To Flag and Country always truo!
D. Brnlnerd Wllllnmson, In Phila
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