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IN A MONTH OR 80.
Jn a little white, n month or two,
The buttercups nnd lolcle blue
Will bloom nnd flourish on the hill,
The birds their ewoct notes loudly thrill,
The rotes street will bloom find die,
And summer brecrcs gently slgb,
And soda fountain soon will boom,
And lovers crowd tlio Ico-crcnm room,
The overcoat will o In piiwn,
The girl will wrur the dress ot lawn,
The dust will li thick on the road,
Ths boy "ill kill the !mrmles toad,
The bullfrog slitjt his doleful lay,
The crirkot chirp nt closo of tiny,
The lovers stroll in lonely Innrs,
Tho organ tjrltujer Rive vou pains,
The bvcii le man will show his leg,
The busy hen w ill Iny her crr,
In every pond mid Inko and bay
Boats will bo seen each plrnsaut day,
All bulls nnd parties will be o'er,
And folks will seek the cool senshore,
Tho boy each day his path will take
In every puddb. crrck nnd lnke,
The bnno-biill man will wield the bat,
The fanner wear the bljr straw hat,
The peddler on tho street will shout,
The sun will knock fat people out,
Tho bnbwarrinpe will soon appear,
Thrro'U be a boom in Inner boor,
And picnic will bn all tho go,
It will all bo in u month or so.
THE OLD MAID CAPTAIN.
Hie Little Jtoiuanofl Which the Steward
Prom N. Times.
"I liavo been going to Bcathoso25
fears," Buid tho stewardess of an
American coastwiso Htoamor, one aft
ernoon recently, as slio Hat sowing in
tho cozy ladies' cabin of tlio vessol to
which sho bolongcd, "nnd yet I was
nover wrecked, nor has a ship I have
been on lost so much as a spar whilo
I was aboard. Yes, my life has boon
a very commonplaco one. Tlioro has
been no romance in any way connect
rd with it; stop though, I did not
play a very small part in a romance
onco. That happened fully 20 years
ago, and now it seems like a dream; I
lometimcs wonder if it wasn't after
all a dream. It seems stranger to mo
now than it did even then." Tho
worthy stewardess paused and a far
away look in her eyes showed that
iho was indulging in retrospection.
"When J was young I went on sail
ing vessels instead of steamers," con
tinued tho stowardess. "About 20
fears ago that was when I was
jroung I visited somo friends in tho
sountry after a voyago, and then I
eamo to Now York to find a Bhip. Tho
agent I went to told mo that I could
0 as stewardess on a ship bound to
Australia. 'Tho skipper,' said ho, 'is
a good man, but bo's a regular old
Wjd. I said that I didn't mind old
maids, and bo it was settled that I
was to go with tho 'old maid captain.'
Tho next day I wont aboard and re
ported to my now captain who was
called Harris. Tho captain was short
"tna'ralKer slight built, with mild gray
yes, but with a full, heavy black
beard. Ho scorned about 135 years
old. His hands wore small and deli
cate, and hi3 voico was high and just
a trifle shrill, and Lo walked up and
town tho deck with a mincing sort of
gait. Thinks I, 'Captain Harris, il
you wasn't a Bkippor you'd havo
tnado a first rato single woman.' I
regularly despised him until the first
'ttorm emtio on. Then ho went on deck
and handled tho ship in such a way
that I could not but admit that ho
was tho best navigator I had evor
sailed undor. Then I began to think
bettor of tho old maid captain. I nov
er Baw a captain so considerato of his
men. If one of thorn was tho least bit
tick tho captain would go into tho
forecastle and attend to him as ton
ileny as any nurso. And when tho
weather was bad he would not allow
fcho mates to mako tho men do any
work that wasn't really necessary.
The mates used to make fun of tho
captain behind his back for being so
considerate of his men, but somehow
I thought it wns a good trait in him.
I began to watch tlio captain closely
and I Boon mado up my mind that
there was a mystery about that man.
Once on a pleaiant ovening I came on
deck and saw tho captain looking at
the red sunsot with tears in his eyes.
At another time, when I thought ho
was on deck.I went into tho after-cab-tn
for something. I found him thero.
What do you think he was doing?
"Tne mate, Mr. woou, was a tail,
fine looking down-easter about 35
?ears old. Tho captain seemed to
ike him, bnt 1 thought how much ho
must onvy his sizo and, qtmiutb.
The captain, though, was much
the smarter man of tho two. Tho
mate, Bomehow, seemed to tako a
fancy to me lor, us I said, I was
young in those days. IIo was always
running into tho cabin on somo pro
text to see me. But 1 never encour
aged him. You seo I was enpaged to
be tho mate of another mate; and
that mate, poor follow, was lost at
eea a few years afterward. Although
tho captain didn't seem to caro much
about mo, ho didn't fancy the mate's
taking a liking to mo. That used to
fuzzlo mo. One pleasant evening when
went on deck I saw the captain, who
tood aft, looking admiringly at tho
mate, who was sitting at the star
board gangway. When the captain
eaw me coma, on deck, he cave mo a
feort ot niispu ion-, look, mid when tho
mate came up to mo and began to
make himself agreeable, although as
I said before I had not given him any
encouragement, I glanced again at tho
captain and there wns an angry snap
in his eyes. IIo did not like to see
the mate and me together. That was
plain. But why should ho object to
it so long as he didn't seem to care
for mo himself. I tried to hit on
some reason for this, but Boon gave
the whole thing up as a mystery too
deep for me to attempt to solve.
One morning when we were In the
South Pacific some one cried out thai
...... -. . -. ' ...
Why, lie was Bowing and crying into
tho bargain. 'They aro right in calling
tne old maul captain.' thinks 1.
thorn was a small boat with sovoral
people in it in sight on tho lee bow.
Wo bore away for tho boat, which In
a short tirno was alongside tho Bhip.
Five mou and a litllo boy climbed up
from tho boat to our deck, and wo
gavo thorn a warm welcome. Tho lit
tlo boy couldn't havo been a day over
eight yearsold. IIo wasB bright-looking
lit do fellow, with long curly hair.
Capt. Harris took to him at onco.
IIo carried tho little follow into the
after cabin and nut him in his own
berth, and took liirn something to oat,
while tho roscucd mon worn telling us
how they came to bo in tho open boat.
Thoy belonged to n barque which was
bound to Now York, but had sprung
aleak and had foundered tho day bo
foro. Tlio ciow loft tho vessol in two
boats justbeforo tho vessol went down,
but when sho did go undor shoswurhp
cd ono of tho boats, and the captain
nnd soven mon wore thrown into tho
water and drowned. Tho other boat,
with tho mato in chargo, mummed to
koop afloat until wo camo up with it.
"The niu to of tho wrecked vessel,
Mr. Hradley, was a gray-haired, rough
looking man, but ho seemed to havo
a kind heart. Early in tho evening,
when he was sitting in tho forward
cabin with tho second mato and my
self, ho told us that the littlo boy, who
was Mill in tho after cabin with ("apt.
Harris, had boon ship-wiocked twice
before. Tho little follow was the son
of a sea captain, and had been going
to sea with his father and mot her
over since ho was born. About four
yours before, when tho ship on which
this seagoing family were, was Hear
ing tho English Channel, a heavy log
Bot in. TiioBecond mato was in eliargo
of tho deck and the captain, with Ins
wifo and boy and tho main, wero at
the dinner table. Tho captain's wifo
happened to think of something in tho
galley that who wanted, and she wont
forward for it. Just then a big steam
er loomed up suddonly in tho fog, and,
without any warning, struck tho ship
nft and smashed in tho cabin. Tho
poor captain was crushed to death,
hut tho mate and tho littlo boy wore
only imprisoned by tho broken tim
bers. Tho mate cried out a number
of times, but received no answer. IIo
could hear occasional whistles from
tho steamer for about half an hour.
Finally ho made a struggle and suc
ceeded in tearing away enough broken
timber to liberato himself. He took
the little boy with him, and going on
tho deck found that thn wreck was
sinking. The vossol had been desert
ed by tho others, who had probably
climbed on board the steamer. Tho
wreck was now nearly oven with tho
water, and the mato mado n littlo raft
and launched it. Ho took the boy
and sprang on to the raft, where !'
lashed himself and tho littlo fellow.
Soon uftcrwnrd tho wreck sunk. Next
morning it was clear, and the mato
and tho boy wero pickod up by a
small iron bark bound to Japan. Tho
bayk, howovor, got out of hor course,
and was driven ashore on a small
island, not far Irom tho Philippines.
The island was inhabited by friendly
natives, who took careof tho stranded
crow, but nearly three years elapsed
beforo any vessol came to tho island.
They wore finally taken oft' by a man-of-war,
which landed them at Bombay.
Hero tho mate was tukgn sick and
sent to the hospital, whero ho was
visited by Mr. Bradley. Tho latter,
who had onco boen befrionded by the
boy's father, said that tho bark he
was on was about to sail for Now
York, and ho undertook to deliver
tho little fellow to his friends But
now tho poor boy wus again on his
way to tlio other side of tho world.
"Whilo Mr. Bradloy was finishing his
account of how he camo by tho boy,
Captuin Harris camo in from tho after
cabin and said that tho littlo fellow
was sleoping nicely. Mr. Bradley he
can to toll the captain about how the
boy was wrecked tho first time. Then
the captain rose uppalo and trembling
and asked thonamo of tho ship. When
Mr. Bradloy gavo the name of the ship
that was run down, and said that tho
boy's father was Captain Wilson, tho
Bkippor staggered back and then rush
ed into tho after cabin as if he had
gone mad. We couldn't mako out
what was tho mattor with him. An
hour later I went into tho after cabin'
' omething, and 1 saw tho captuin
ug over tho boy, who was fast
asleop. Tho captain looked up and I
noticed that his oyes wero red, as if
ho had been crying hard. Thinks I,
'Well, well, you are an old maid of a
"Tho next morning wo were bo
calmed. Near by us lay a big clipper
ship, which, toward noon, sent a boat
to us. Tho officer in chargo of tho
clippor's boat said that they w'ero
bound for New York, but wero short
handed, and told Mr. Bradlev that ho
and the other men from the lost bark
were welcome to como on board and
work their pussago to tho United
fifnt-iH. Afiv ltrm11ir lnrmiivl nf flin
chance, and his mon being already to
J leavo oi;r ship, ho looked around for
the bov. Wo found tho littlo follow in
i tho cabin, where ho was being petted
I by Capt. Harris. The captain mado
a great outcry wnon Jir. urauiey yum
that the boy would havo to go with
him. Our skipper begged hard for tho
youngster, but Mr. Bradley suid that
ho would havo to tako him to his
friends. Mr. Bradloy wus about to
load the youngster out of tho cabin,
when Capt. Harris fell on his knees
and put his arms around tho boy.
Then he looked up to Mr. Bradloy and
"You must not tako him. I am his
" 'His father!" roplied Mr. Bradley.
What do you moan? Why, I knew
Cnpt. Wilson myself. He was atloust
ten years older than you, and was a
largo man into tho bargain. Come,
let me havo tho boyl'
" 'No, no,' cried Capt. Harris, press
ing the littlo fellow still closer to him.
'I may not bo his father, but I nra
"Don't say you're his mother,
Bneered Mr. Bradley.
'"Yes, I am his mother!' was tho re
ply. "And with that Capt. Harris pulled
aside tho heavy black beard I men
tioned. Thero was no doubt about
it. The captain had a woman's face,
and not a bad looking one either. Mr.
Bradloy started back In astonlshmont
"'iou don't mean to
Cant. Wilson's widow?'
say you are
That's exactly what lam,' said ou
skipper, rising to hor feet and putting
her board back into place. 'After niy
husband's ship hud been struck by jho
Bteamcr I wus lilted on board of tho
latter by two of tho men. My husband
and child wero given up for lost, al
though I begged tho pcoplo to return
and search tho wreck for thorn. They
would havo done this but tho Bteamer
could not find tho wreck in the fog,
and it was supposed that Bhohnd
foundered immediately after wo left
her. I went homo to my friends. My
husband had left vory littlo money,
and I found that I would havo to work
for a living. I didn't care to hiro out
as a housekeeper or do any other
drudgery of that kind. I hud learned
navigation thoroughly from my hus
band and was well fittod to tako
chargo of a ship. I went to a ship
owner who was an old friend of my
husband, and told him just how things
stood. IIo thought that under tho
circumstances 1 couldn't do better
than dresrf up as a man and go to sea
as a cuptain. IIo found me a ship,
and I'vo been a skipper over since.
And now no ono is going to tako my
boy uwny from mo.'
"That they ain't, suid good hearted
Mr. Bradley, who then kissed tho boy
and shook hands with us nil. In five
minutes ho and his men wero on their
way to the big chppo", nnd our
per, with her arm around her
wns leaning against tho tnilrnil
mg ner nana to them.
"Now, I understood tho captain's
liking for Mr. Wood, our mute. She
was in lovo with him, nnd of courso
sho was u littlo jealous of mo. Tho
wholo mystery about Capt. llarris.as
sho called herself, was accounted for.
"One ovening some weeks afterward
when wo wero in tho Indian Ocean I
glanced through tho after cabin door,
and what do you think I Baw! Thero
sat our mute, Mr. Wood, by tho side
of our skipper. Sho had her beard off,
and I noticed then that sho had let
her hair grow. In Mr. Wood's lnpsat
tho littlo boy. She was looking ten
denly at Mr. Wood, and ho wns
talking to thoboy as if ho had made
up his mind to bo very good to him
for his mothor's sako. Then I know
that it was all settled."
Cautions for tho Aged.
Ago works great physical chnnges
many of which aregonorally recognized.
Somo of them involve dungerous liabili
ties, and imposo tho need of constant
One is to guard against undue ex
ertion. The tough, elastic coat of tho
arteries is apt to become, on tho ono
hand, chalk-liko and brittle., or, on tho
other, fatty and weak. Nature seekB
to guard against tho consequent dan
ger by rendering old persons less in
clined to cflort. But a littlo extra ox
ortion put forth suddenly, may cause
tho weakened vessels togive way, from
tho increased forco with which the
heart throws tho blood into them.
Henco may result apoplexy or fatal
aneurism tho latter being a sudden
bulging out of arteries.
So, too, tho heart itself (or its aorta
the great curved trunk which first
receives the blood from thohcart) may
heir a similar condition, and suddenly
fail bcr-nuso of undue oxertiou, when it
micht have been equal to thoordinary
work of ycais. Such no doubt was
the lato eu'-e, where an elderly gentle
man hurried to reach a railroad train,
and fell doad on entering it. Tho aged
Bhould firmly refuso to hurry.
A liko caution applies to whatever
quickens tho action of tho heart.
Every one knows tho power of violent
emotions in this respect. No ono
wishes to full dead in a fit of anger.
Unduo outing, especially of stimulat
ing food, is almost as dangerous. All
the appetites need to bo kept under
A special caution is needed in de
scending stairs. In our normal volun
tary movements thero aio certain nice
adjustments effected by unconscious
mental acts. But ago affects such a
change in the brain substance that
niontal activity is lessened. An old
man can no more think as quickly as
a young man than ho can run as fast,
or jump as high. Hence tho missteps
of the aged in descending stairs. Aged
persons, therefore, should form tho
habit of taking their bearing, so to
speak, at tho top of the stairs, and
keep their mind on each step down by
a conscious voluntary effort.
Tho aged should also most carefully
guard n.iuinst a chill. It is more dun
gerous for un old man to catch cold
than for a young man to catch a
fever Youth's Companion.
Itnriiiuu nnd the lloomcrniisr.
"Do wo evor get fooled?" exclaimed
Bnriium, whon I asked him if ho was
often led into wild gooso chases after
things that turned out to bo ordinary.
"Well, I should say so. There's no
dependence to bo placed on thorenorts
of travelers as to tho alleged wonders
t they've seen. For hist unco, we've
jusr wabiou .uu on uoomernng
i tluowers. You've heard of Ansa a-
liun bushmen who havo a weapon
j made of a bent t-tick with a sharp
point, that thoy throw with wonder-
ful skill, hit ting the prey unerringly,
una then returning of itself to full at
the feet of the marksman. Well, it
struck mo that hnif a doxon of them
would boa fine attraction, and I had
an agent go from London to the wilds
of New South Wales, but ho writes nio
that the accounts aro two-thirds lie,
nnd the remaining third isn't worth
bringing away. The boomnrang is a
fact, and the native- Australian sav
ages lling it at game missing about as
often as hitting; and it will return, if
it strikes nothing, to somewhere near
the starting point, but with no sort
of certainty. My man searched thor
ouchly, and witnessed the foats of tho
best oxperts to bo found, but they
amounted to nothing in particular.
The famous boomerang is practically
Gov. Hill ot New York has Intormed Me
rlends that be is not, and never hw been
a candidate for president.
AFTER MANY YEARS.
I know I am not rich." said n.
younc man In the prime of his pow
ers, and his oyes blazed indignantly
as ho mado the statement. "I know
I am not rich; but what of that? Does
wealth mako a man? Not much. A
man makes wealth. I shall bo rich."
"I know all that. Krnest; and you
know that I caro nothing about your
poverty. I lovo you all tho moro bo
cause you aro poor atidhavoyourown
way to mako in the world. But papa
objects to my marrying you on that
account. IIo says that you aro not in
our circle; you are too young, and
that ho doesn't liko you anyway.
The speaker was a young woman
just turned 20. She was small in
staturo, but as symmetrically pro
portioned a tho finest product of un
nrtist's chisel. She had a lovely fuco
and large eyes that were irresistible in
the depth and sweetness ol their ex
pression. She spoke in a soft, sweet
voice, and tho tears bedewed her
peach-blown cheeks us she looked up
on the handsome, resoluto man at
her side who had fallen into a deep
study and seemed not to hear what
Celestine Orman said. After a mo
mont ho looked toward her and said
with deep feeling:
"What is wealth computed to the
lovo I bear for you Celestino?"
"Oh, I know that it is nothing, but
papa doesn't think so. He gauges
every man by his bank account and
his social rank."
"But wealth and social rank aro in
the reach of every honest man who
will labor to obtain thorn. It is tno
"I know. But papa insists that I
should marry Spencer Drake, who
has plenty of money and social posi
"No brains, no character!" exclaim
ed Ernest Vance." "An elegant no
body." "I know all that."
"And would you marry such a
"Not while I am in possession of
my senses and Ernest Vanco in tho
laud of tho living."
Ernest grasped the hands of the
young girl and looked into her clear,
intellectual oyos, and folt that thoy
mirrored all that his soul craved ior.
So thoy did. Celestino Orman was a
gem of a woman. As rich as cream,
with masterful will and strong intel
lect, which had been thoroughly culti
vated, sho was tho idol of her homo
and the admired and courted of tho
highest social circles of New York.
"What shall I do?" asked Celestino
"I do not wish to offend my father.
I never will marry Sponcor Drake, and
I could wait an ago for you to come
and claim mo. I have plenty of wealth
of my own, but father is old, and ho
has set his heart on my marrying
Drake. Ho says a groat deal depends
upon it; more than I think for, and
that if I wero to marry a poor man
liko you are now it would bo simply
suicidal. What shall I do?"
Earnest Vance looked at hor a mo
ment and then turned his eyes to an
other point in the richly furnished
room, and relapsed into a state of re
flection. He always did this when ho
had a knotty problem to solve. The
young woman watched him with ad
miring oyes. She adored him his intel
lect, his fearless independence of char
acter, his self-reliance and assurance.
After a while ho said:
"Celestino. I will tell you what vou
Bhall do you shall wait for me. I
shall go away, go west and make
name and fortune, and then come and
claim you. I never cared to live in
New York. There aro too many law
yers here any wav. A man has to rise by
slow and painful stages. The west is
a new country. A man of energy,
push, and talent is recognized immedi
ately: and ho lias no drawbacks such
as ho has heie. I will go away."
"0 Ernest, that will be dieadful,"
exclaimed Celestino, and tho tears
glistened in her eyes.
"It is best to do so," said Ernest.
"I will go away. I shall not see you
or write to you in six years from to
night. If I succeed I will come and
claim you six years from this hour.
If I fail I will not return to you."
Thero was a silence ns if in the pres
ence of death. And they sat side by
sido for many minutes without utter
inn a word. Then Ernest Vance arose
and so did Celestine. lie took her
hands in his and said in a voice that
"It is best ns you say. 1 will wait
i for you."
Anu they parted.
Five years had passed away. Cc'c
tino had not heard a word from Er
nest Vance. But she lemuniboied;
eho wns true, she hud faith that he
would come to redeem his pleduo.
Sp'encer Drake had been devoted in
his attentions to her, and her father
hud coaxed and commanded and
threatened her time und again, but in
vain; tdio would not marry Spencer
She sat at ono of the large windows
and looked out upon the noble 5th
avenue. It was tho fifth anniversary
of tho departure of Ernest Vance.
"Ono year more!" sho sighed.
"My dear," said a voice at hor el
bow. "Oh! How you startled me, father."
"My dear, I have sad news for you5'
"Pray what sad news can you have
for me, father?"
"Before I tell you I shall again ask
Sou if you will not marry Spencer
"Father, ask me to do anything
, rid, idle, brainless man.
Her father sighed, and the paleness
i iliHtt VntV T MntinAt1 n V o - rt At.
of hla checka was visibly deopened.
"If you will not marry Spencer Drake
wo aro ruinod."
What d6 you mean, father?"
"I mean simply that for five years
all my investments have turned out
badly, that I am up to my ears in
debt, and that unless you marry
Spencor Drako within tho next ninety
days I Bhall be a bankrupt in purse
and in character."
"But what has Snencor Drako got
to do with your debts?" asked tho
young woman with fearful calmness.
"Why, his father is my heaviest in
dorsee He holds .!800,000 worth of
my paper. It will mat urn in tho nBxt
four months, and 1 can't redeem it.
That's what I mean, Celestine."
Celestine was visibly shocked at
this disclosure, but hor answer was
calm and decisive,
"I love you; I hate Spencer Drake.
And I would not mnrrv him to save
yours nnd my fortune from tho whirl
pool of disaster. 1 hate the man!"
Tho crash came. It was a great
surprise to everybody, nnd peveral
sninll firms went down with the Or
man bank. The wreck of Orin m's
business was complete; everythiuc
was swept away.
Mrs. Ormnn wns piostrated by tho
blow and Celestino wns compelled to
remain with her all the tune. Sho
longed to co out in the cruel world
and help by her feeble efforts to as
sist her lather, but sho could not
leavo her mother. Her father never
reproached her by any word, but
Celestino knewthnt shehadpaiiiedhim
deeply and that he blamed her largely
for the disaster which had borno him
to the earth.
During that long year tho Orman
family suffered the direst poverty.
The old ninii had the hardest possible
time of it to keep his wife and daugh
ter in food and "clothing and pay the
expensive doctor he was compelled to
call to attend his invalid wife.
Ab the dny drew near whon Ernest
Vance lind piomiM'd to return to her
Colestinu's spirits ro-e to the highest
pitch. She had not told her father and
mother about it, because he might
When the nicht arrived tho three
members of the family sat in a spare
room in which there was scarcely any
furniture. A dim litiht threw weird
shadows on tho wall. Mrs. Orman
sat in an armchair, with her eyes clos
ed, and her hands crossed on her lap.
Mr. Orman leaned his head upon a
writing desk, for his heart was heavy
with multiplied misfortunes and dis
appointment. He was discouraged.
Celestino was intensely nervous.
Thero was no color in her cheeks, but
her eyes shone with terriblo earnest
ness und expectancy. This had been
truo of her all tho day. She sat by
the window that looked upon the
street, and it was 10 o'clock beforo
tho window was shut and the curtain
drawn. Her heart bean to fail; hope,
sweet hope, which had given her cour
age through six long years, began to
"If he should not come, all will bo
lost indeed," sho sighod, and she
could not restrain the tears which
welled from hor full heart.
As tho clock struck 11 Mrs. Orman
began to gather her tilings about her
to retire. Celestino camo to assist
her. Tho father still rested his tired
and perplexed head upon the desk.
Celestine had given up tho watch and
banished the hope and loneed to
reach hor own littlo room where she
might weep herself into forg' tfulnoss
of her pent-up grief and crushing dis
appointment. And then the littlo'bell rung.
Mr. Ormnn stnrted up nnd exclaim
ed: "What's that?" but without
waiting for an answer, went to the
door. In a few moments ho returned.
A tall, clean-shaven man followed
"Mr. Vance," said he.
Celestine uttered a wild shriek, and
as she foil upon tho bosom of her re
turned loved one she lost conscious
ness for a moment. Her joy wus too
great. Tho anxiety hud told upon
her, and when tho meeting came she
was not strong enough to sustain it.
When sho regained consciousness ex
planations were in order. These wore
given in a frank, manly manner, and
then Mr. Oiman joined their hands
together and said:
"My childern, receive my blessing. I
confess I have wrongod Mr. Vance."
Mr. Orman began business us a
banker again in tho growing western
city whero Ernest Vanco had ?rown
and prospered as a lawyer beyond
his expectations. Ho had been two
years the district attorney of his
county, and was sure of being elected
to congress. As the silent partner in
the Orman bank he directed the in
vestments with sluewdness and with
the knowledge of real estate values
which his long residence at W
And Celestine, she is tho pride
the idol of Ernest Vance's heurt.
things como to those who wuit,
nfter iimiiv years all she hoped
came to her.
JLtorn on tlio Cnnnl.
"What is tho booking to New York?"
inquired a young man with a queer
shaped hat on his head and a drawl
in his voico, us ho stood before the
ticket window of an Eastern railroad.
"Seventeen dollars," said tho tickot
"You, mean aw three poun' ton,
"No, I moan ?t7. I don't know
anything about your three poun' ten.
"Y-n-n-q, you may book me. But
three poun tenia too deuced much,
doncher- know; too awfully much.
Does that include me luggage?"
He was informed that his luggage
would be carried, and started off to
look after it with his ono eyeglass
elevated toward tho roof of tho sta
"That chap must be an English
man," remarked the ticket agent.
"Englishman, the devil!" replied
a brakeman, who chanced to bo
Btanding by. "I know that young
codfish. Ho was born on a canal boat
down here near Joliet, and his dud
got rich buyinghogs. Chicago Herald.
SENSE OF TOUCH.
the Most Complex nnd I,nt Understood
of All the Senses.
Of all the senses we possess, the sense
of touch is at onco tho most complox
nnu tno lease uuuerstoou, says the
Pall Mall Gazette. Blindness and deaf
ness are too common, and wo can all
more or lass appreciate thenatureand
extent of these dire afflictions. But
who over thinks how he would bo af
(octed by deprivation of tho capacity
to fool, inability to distinguish by
touch between smoothness and rough
ness, heat nnd cold, or by an impaired
power to leceive the various sensa
tions of pain and pleasure which reach
us through the surface of the body?
now isic tnuc tne same linger wince
ions us tnat a suustanceis nara ot
soft, tells us also that it is hot or cold!
TTfl.V H'A na anitla tiUirotnlnmao ra.-M
a sixth sense, that of temperature? IV
not, how comes it that a single touch
of the finger conveys to the brain, in
tho same instant, two distinct impres
sions, perhaps three, for thesubstance)
in question may be wot, as well as hot
or cold, hard or soft? Physiologists
cannot tell us; they only know that
tho sensations so conveyed are sepa
rable, nnd thnt tho ways by which
they reach the brain aro not tho same.
The subject is by no nieniis new, but
fresh light bus lately been tin own on
it by tho leseurches of two Swiss sa
vants, M. A. Heren nnd Professor
Soret. The observations of these two
gentlemen, besides being highly inter
esting, psychologically ns well as phys
iologically, are of considerable prac
ticnl importance in their relation to
the training of the blind.
Piessure on a limb ns, forinstnnco,
when we tall asleep lying on ono of our
arms if continued for somo timo,
makes it more or less numb. It grad
ually loses tho power of transmitting
sensations to thobinin. According to
the observations of M. llerzen, the
first Heiibo lost is that of touch, tho
second that of cold, tho third that of
pain, tho lust that of heat. He says
that when one of his arms is so torpid
that ho bus to feel for it with the
other, und it is impervious to a pinch
or a prick, ibis sensible to the warmth
of the other hand. If tlio pressuro b
prolonged, tho limb censes to bo
affected even by heat. There are peo
ple, otherwise healthy, whosecapacity
of feeling is so far incomplete that they
never know what it is to be cold so far
as sensutions conveyed to the skin are
concerned. Winter is the same to
thorn us summer. This probably
arises from nn abnormal condition of
the spinal cord. M. Heren mentions
the caso of an old woman whoso legs,
partially paralysed, could feel only
pain and cold. At her autopsy it wus
found that tho spinal cord in the
neighborhood of the nervous centres
of tho buck wns shriveled and other
wiso in an unhealthy state. But M.
Herzen has not rested content with
observations of his own species; he has
mado experiments on thb lower nni
mals, clnssified several of tho sensa
tions of tho touch, and discovered
their localizations in the organism;
and Professor Soret. tukiiiK up th
psychological brunch of the subject,
has tried to find out how far the t-ense
of touch may be mado to convey to
the sightless an idea ot the beautiful.
For as a deaf musician may enjoy mu
sic, despite his deafness, bo may a
blind man find pleasure in beauty of
form, notwithstanding his blindness.
In tho one en'-o the pleasure conies
from the thvthni, or rather from son
orous vibrations of tho air, produced
by the playing, in tlio other from the
symmetry and regularity of the object
handled. "When music is going
on I feel something here," said to M.
Soret a deaf mute whoenjoyed operas,
putting his bund on his stomach. The
blind, even thoho born blind, as Pro
fessor Soret bus ascertained by inqui
ries among the inmates of the blind
asylum of Lausanne, have the sarue
lovo of symmetry as tho deaf. Tho
girlembro derers attach much import
ance to tho perfect regularity of the
designs which they are required to re
peat in the work. The basket-makers
insist on the willow withes they use
being all straight and of tho same
length. Solutions of continuity in the
things thoy handle are, to the blind,
indications of ugliness. They liko
a cracked pot, a rough table, or a
broken chair causes them positive dis
comfort. But to create in the mind
of a person born blind an artistic idea
involves a measure of pyschologicnl
development which it is very difficult
to impart and requires from both
teacher and hdiolar great patienct
and long sustained effort.
He Cot the Job.
When Amos Ctunniings arrived in
New York, a'ter the war, he had a
most excollent opportunity to be a
tramp. All he possessed beaido a job
lot of ragged clothes on his back was
twenty cents' worth of postage
stumps badly glued together. He wore
a pair of battered cavalry boots nnd
about three-quarters of a pair of
trousers. Tho place where the missing
parts of the latter should have been
was concealod.by a sunburned army
overcoat. In this garb ho climbed up
to Horace Greeley's editorial den and
asked Mr. Greely for a job. He did
not ask to bo appointed to either the
position oi managing editor or fore
man. He wus willing to do anything.
"No place for you," squeaked Mr.
Greeley, without turning from his,
desk to look at tho applicant, "don't
you see I'm busv? G'way! Scatl
"But I tell you I must have a job."
Mr. Greoley turned around his rovol-
ing chrur, and glaring at Cummings,
said: "Must? For what reason,
young man, do you say must?"
"For this reason," replied Amos,
turning his back on Mr. Greeley, lift
ing the drapery of his old blue over
coat aud exhibiting the vacant places
where wild winds had whistled
through his trousers.
He got the iob. J. Amory Knox.
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