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About Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190? | View Entire Issue (March 27, 1896)
IATK'8 BTOnt JT wns nobtaBhe wnslonlr, "Twr a dream nil pure and holjr; Khf hiiii llkii the lilj. fnJr, Handsome- lis beyond compnra Oh. tlmt tiilonoolil In story, Life's first rnpture, love's Oral Rjoryl Wlie n the early flowers were Browing Condlp nlld and primrose- blowlnff, First they met, Ahl golden dajl Pint, so (ant. It sped away, Oh, that tula bo old in story, Ufa's first ropture, love's first glory. IVrish bod, and perish blossom, Anjrrr wind, of Autumn toss them; lire tho Inst leaf qui v'rinR Ml, 1-ore had lost Its mnRln spell. Oh, that talo so old in story, JOto's lost rapture, life hut's glory. HAL'S ROMANCE. Tho ball wns over. Carriago after tfirriage rolled up to tho mngniflceufc portul, and each in its turn rattled offntnid tho clatter and laughter of its occupants. Leaning on the arm of an elderly gentleman stood n beautiful girl hooded and cloaked. Tho two wcro evidently awaiting thoircarriago, for the old gentleman muttered irritably: "Well, well, will our turn never come? 1 told Joseph particularly to bo here on time." Tho girl paid little attention to licr companion, Jlcr eyes were di rected toward u finely built young fellow, who was talking earnestly to n friend. "Will ho not oven bid mo good night?" sho thinks tears starting to her eyes. At this moment thogcntloman and liis friend walked out into tho strce arm in arm. At this juncturo their carriago drove up, and after administering to Joseph a reproof for his tardines8,tho old gentleman handed his fair com panion into tho vehicle, followed, and slammed tho door to. Joseph spite fully cut tho off groy with tho whip, nnd they were whirled rapidly awny. At tho next streot they passed tho beforcmentioncd gentleman and his friends; but ho did not see tho whito face, with its quivoring lips, nor tho tear-laden eyes thntlookod out upon him for a second as tho carriago How past. And yet, strango to sny, tho young men were at that very moment speaking of her. Tho younger was saying: "Hal, why the doucedid you act so coldly I might say, almost rudely toMiss Thornedalo to-night? "Why, St was tho talk of tho wholo room. Bo you know that in tho lobby Bho trailed for you to say good night to her, when you dragged mo off so pre cipitately?" A sigh was Hal's rejoinder. "Can it bo that you don't caro for hcrl tun t you Bee, man, time she's head over ears in lovo with yon?" A pained expression passed for a moment over Ilnl's handsomo facoas lie answered: "Yes, nlaB, I have seen it." "What!" exclaimed his companion. "You'vo known it, and still treated her like a brute? llnlsted Mooro,you havo a heart of adnniunt!" Pluicfni. lrnnlrl f ni. 1 liflilivmllfl that I hndi" There was something in his tone so indescribable that his friend looked nt him for a moment in astonish ment. "I say. Hal, what's up with you to night? I've never known you to bo like this bclore." No niibwcrto this. Tho question was not pushed, and so they walked on in silence, until Hal's compunion suddenly (stopped. "Well, hero 1 am at home. Will ll utnn ill fnl. ,1 H'lillfiO' Hal ovidently did not hear, for ho returned no answer. "Hnl, you'vo symothing on your mind. Now don't deny it; your faco shows it only too plainly. Mind I don't ask your confidence; but if I can be of nny use in extricating you from nny trouble, pecuniarily or oth erwise, command mo, and if it's in tov power it will bo done." Hal grasped his companion's out stretched hand, and said fervently: "Thanks, old fellow, thanks! You have been a truo friend to me Chester, and therefore why should you not have my confldenco? Yes, I have something ou my mind, something that is making mo miserable, and life well nigh unbearable." Giester led tho way to his appart raents, and soon both were ensconced in easy chairs, pipes in hand. Tho friendship oftheso two men had originated nt Florence, where both were studying pninting. Their support depended entirely on their calling, both being special artists on u popular weekly. Halstcad 'Moore lived with his mother in a neat littlo cottage in tho suburbs. Littlo or nothing wns known of tho Moores or their past. On this subject Hal had never opened his heart to Chester, and tho latter, with uncommon deli cacy, foreboro embarrassing his friend with questions. After a fevf nervous puffs Hal plunged abruptly into his recital. "Chester, you asked mo awhile ogo whether or not I cared for Helen Thornedale. I do caro for her; na', I love her, I idolize herl By day, by night, she is beforo me; my thoughts, my dreams, aro but of hcrl In view of this fact, you will wonder moro than ever at my treatment of Miss Thornedale. I will tell you thosecrot of my trouble." Ho had overcomohis agitation nnd now spoko with duo deliberation. "My parents' marringo was tho re sult of an elopement, in consequence of which my paternal grandfather cursed his own son on his deathbed. Ho prayed that ruin might follow all his endeavors and those of his chil dren. This dcath-sccno nffected my father dcoply. Ho becamo moroso nnd unloving. Ono night, six months later, a neighbor broke tho torriblo intelligence to my mother that her husband was dead, drowned while crossing the ice-covered l'iver on a homeward journoy. His body wns novcr recovered. Among his effects wnB found a sealed letter which was to bo dolivcred to mo (I was then 2 months old) when I sliould attain my majority. My mother carefully preserved that lettor unoponed, and on my twenty-first birthday delivered it to mo. It contained u sketch of what I havo told you and concluded with tho injunction novcr to marry, as tho conscqucnco must bo unhup pyness. Thatinjunction Hook upon nsa message from tho dend, and ono that I must hold sacred. Now you know why I dnro not declare my lovo to Helen Thorncdnlc." Chester has become dcoply inter ested in his friend's recital. At tho conclusion of tho narrative ho settled back in his chair and exclaimed: " WoU.woimVho would havo thought such a romnnco mingled with the matter-of-fact Old Hal's life!" Two months later saw Hal and Chester on their way to tho north of Scotlnnd, where they hnd been sent to sketch apictures(uesericsofruin8. Thoy had letters of introduction to a part owner of tho paper, Hugh Mc Leod, who cordially invited them to mnko his dwelling their headquarters. Only too happily did they accept this kind offer nor had cither of thorn cause to regret tho step, ub wo shall see. HughMcLeod, ofBonnioPnrk, was a gontlomun of leisure, living in quiet, unostentatious stylo with an only daughter, Laura, a sweet unaffected girl of eighteen summers. Tho old gentleman was delighted with his visitors, offering them every atten tion, cvon accompanying them on their skotching tours. They hnd beentheronboutnmonth when ono morning Mr. MacLeod pro posed a littlo excursion to some old ruins that would mnko a capital Bubjcct for their pencils. Tho friends acquiesced, and Laura wns forthwith instructed to order luncheon. Thoy urrived at their destination, and Hal and Chester were soon busy trans ferring sovcrnl picturesque views to their sketch-books, whilo tho old gen tleman stood 1)3 chatting. Laura in tho mcantiino had wandered off through tho woods in search of flow ers. "Now, boys," said Ma?Leod. pres ently, "when you'vo sketched your fill here, I'll tako ye up to Vulture's Nest for a fine landscape view." "Vulture's Nest!" What an omin ous name!" ejacuiutcd Hal. "Yes, and it's had an ominous his tory, too. It deserves its name from tho number of vultures that used to llock there. Many is tho torriblo ex perience tho people herenbouts havo have had with the creatures. "Why, it was only two yenra ago that Donald Stuart's daughter was at tacked on Vulture's Nest, by two of the vile creatures, and beforo help could rench her she was so terribly torn about tho face as to bo disfigur ed for life. It's never safe to venturo up there unnrmed, for oven yot " A picrcemg i-hnek, lollowca by an other and unother, hero rent the air, and tho three men simultaneously started to their feer. Onco more that terrible cry for help rang out. "My God!" shouted MacLeod. "Laura's voice! Tho Vulture's Nestl" Witli blanched faces tho men hur riedly grasped their rifles and dashed off toward tho spot whence the cries seemed to eome. Suddenly, as they issued from tho thick undergrowth,ti terrible sight bmst upon them. Far above, on an overhanging rock, her figure clenrly outlined ngainst a background of azure, anguish dc- Jiicted on every line of her face, stood ..aura McLeod, whilo above her cir cled an immense vulture.theuncnnny neck outstretched and tho small oyes sparkling witli greedy expect ation. Tho men stood spellbound, and then, with a shout, Chester led tho way up the incline, his eyes fixed on tho girl ho hndlearaedtolove sowcl 1 At that moment tho monsterccased circling nbout its victim nnd pre pared for attack. Just as it poised itself for tho Inst fatal swoop, the sharp report of a rifle rang out on still air, and tho crenturo fell dead at tho feet of its intended victim. Tho next moment a man emerged from tho shubbory near by, with a rifle, still smoking, trnilingnfterhim. He ran to tho now prostrate girl, and kneeling besido her, chafed her wrists and held to her lips a small flask. By this time Chester and his two companions, breathless and speechless, reached tho spot whero Laura lay. "How can I thank you, sir? You have saved my dnrling'o life," cried Mr. MacLeod, sobbing with joy. Laura soon returned to conscious ness and Chester explained to her what had taken place. During tho excitement that followed, her strange savior was entirely forgotten. When, howevor, thoy had regained calm ness, they found that he had disap peared as silently and suddenly as ho hod come. They searched the sur rounding ground for some trace of him, but Avithout avail. It is needless to state that no more sketching was indulged in that day. Onoovening, a week after tho ad venture on Vulturo's Nest, our friends woro all congregated i tho drawing-room at Bonnie Park, when a servant mado his appearance with tho announcement that a man had called and desired to bco Mr. Mac Leod. Tho old gentleman im mediately roso and followed Benja min out of tho room. Soon his voico was heard in tho hall extending a hearty welcomo to his isitor, and tho next moment ho re-entered the room, arm in arm with none other than their elusive friend of the Vul-' turo's Nest incident. Ho was a ro marknblo looking man, tall and erect in carriago, with a sad hand some fuce, golden brown beard, and deep blue, penetrating eyes. Laura thanked him with her own Bweet simplicity, and Chester and Mc Lood were loud in praise of his cool ness nnd bravery. Hul stood a littlo aloof from tho group und concentrat ed his gnzo on its central figure. For him tho stranger had an explicablo fascination. After they had thanked him to their heart's content tho stranger mado known tho object of his visit. He had found a locket on the scene of tho encounter, and thinking one of party must have lost it, took the first opportunity to return thetrink ot a small, oddly-shaped affair on Bceing which Hnl exclaimed: "My locketl lou nave innuo mo your debtor, sir, for lprizo this trink et very highly. It wns a gift from my father to my motlar beforo I wns born." Tho strnngor started slightly and a deathlike pallor overspread his faco. "Would vpu havo any objection to my fi(S3t the interior of that locket?" Hal loot a! surprised, but silently opened tho trinket and presented it to tho stronger. Tho latter guvo a hasty glancoattho picturo within nnd started back, almost dropping tho locket as he did so. "1 beg your pardon for my awk wardness. And is this a picturo of your mother?" "Yes, taken a short time utter her mnrriago,' answered Hnl. "Strango, strange!" muttered the other. "Can it be a mero coincidence? No, it is impossible! Loving sir. 1 know not who you are, but the pic turo you havo shown mo is that of my wife." "Your wife?' gasped Hul. "Yes; she is dead. Sho and on on ly child woro killed in a railway acci dent." Hal turned ghastly pale. It flashed through his mind that his mother and ho had a narrow escapo from death in a railway accident soon after his fathor's demise. Astartling suspicion was dawning on his mind. In an unnatural voice ho spoke: "Havo you undoubted proof that thoy wcro really killed in that ncci dent?" Tho stranger took from his pocket a time-stained newspa per Ho pointed silently to a paragraph describing a fatal railway collision; and thoro in tho list of dead Hal saw "Mrs. Julia Moore, widow, and her baby boy, Halstcad Moore." Tho paper dropped from thoyoung man'o lifeless hands. "My God! man whntisyour name?" ho cried. Tho stranger's foco wob whito with suppressed excitement as ho answer ed: "Archibald Moore." "Father," cried Hal, "I am Hal stead Moore, your son." Tho next moment tho father and son wero locked in their first embrace. But littlo moro remains to be told. A weok later tho husband and wifo whom fato had so cruelly torn as Bundcr wcro once again united and happy. Somo months after, in a quiet littlo Scotch church, a double wedding ceremony was performed. Laura MacLeod changed her name for that, ot Chester Lawrence, and Helen Thornedalo became the happy wifo of Halstcad Moore. Boston Traveller. Good Company. Ono evening a lady of Now York, while on her way homo at a lato hour, without an escort, was ap proached by a lowd fellow, as tho boat on which thoy rodo nenred its landing, who asked: "Aro you alone?" "No, sir." was tho reply, and with out further interruption when tho boat touched, sho jumped off. "I thought you woro alone," said: the follow, stopping to her side again. "I am not," roplied the lady. "Why, I don't see any one; who is with you?" "God Almighty mid the angel's, sir, I om novcrnlone!'' This arrow pierced the villian's heart, and withtheso parting words, "You keep too good company for me, madnm," he got out of sight, leaving tho heroic lady to enjoy her good compnny. Get Aboard. Tho comments of an audience aro often moro amusing than any effort of thoso who are trying to interest them from tho platform. At a recent reading of Sliakspcaro tho phrase "Go, get aboard," was used with emphasis, and one, nt least, of the listeners had some diffi culty in understanding that tho words wero to bo interrupted: "Go on board the ship." "A board!" repeated she, in audible tones. "Get a board? What does ho mean to do with a board?" Youth's Companion WILD ASTERS. It was a Tory chnrming littlo shopping-bag, and Sadie hod wanted bucIi a one for a long time. When sho discovered it on her dressing-table- her birthday morning it pleased hor moro than all her other presents combined, though Borne wero more valuable. Later in tho day sho said to her mother: "Now, mother, you know and If you don't, I do that the very first time I carry this bog I'll leave it somewhere as sure as fate." "Yes; but Sadie, you're old enough to bo moro careful." "Very truo, mother, but then I'm not; nnd I nover shall be, I very much fear." "Perhaps if you lose this it will bo a lesson you will remember." "But I don't intend to loso it, oven if I do lea vo it; for 1 mean to hnvc my full 'address engraved on this sil vcrplote,iustead of simply initials." Sho hod it engraved that after noon, nnd displaying it in triumph, said: "There, mother! sco that! Now ho who runs may read: 'Sadio M. I'ornhnm, PleosifctvihV, Me.' " "Yes, perhaps somebody will rood it whom you won't wish to," re sponded the mother, sagely. "0, 1 shall keep that side toward me when I carry it." , The last of September she wont to visit her most intimate friend, Laura McQuisten, lately married, and living in Ohio. Lnura's former homo had been in Sadie's own villnge: and know ing Laura's fondness for the wildpur plo oster which bordered all their road-sides, nestlingbesidetho golden rod, sho gathered a largo bunch of them to carry to her friend, with but one .gorgeous spray of golden-rod in their midst. Her brother Harry found a pleas ant seat for her in the oar and, hand ing her tho bag and flowers, lie said: "There! tlieso are almost equal to a big box, littlo box, hand-box nnd bundle." "Now, Harryl you know father soys that I'm a finished traveler. 1 nover burden myself or any one else with luggage." "You'll got sick enough of thoso flowers before you get there; they'll be withered, anyway." "No, they won't for 1 shall put fresh water on tho cotton ovcrv littlo while." "Hero aro your tickets. Take rare of yourself, and don'd get into any scrapes. Good-bye, littlo sis; remem ber mo to Laura." Tho car was empty, sovo for n few passengers behind Sadie, whoso faces sho could not see. She loved dearly to study faces, herself unobserved, and began to wish the car would fill up. It did with a rush at tho next station, every seat soon being full. Just as sho was wondering who would occupy tho scat with her, o rather elderly lady, with a slightly troubled expression, entered tho car, and looked anxiously up nnd down the rows of seats. She approached Sadio somewhat timidly, but Sadie lifted tho flowers from the seat beside her, aod said brightly: "You con sit hero if you like, modom." The lady that she was a lady was written all over her, though evidently unused to traveling olono thanked her with a very relieved face, and sat down be side her. The lady's eyes fell at once on tho flowers and lingered .there. Sndie, who was watching her new traveling companion, sow from tho hnlf-sad, half-tender smile which curved her lips, and the abstracted dreamy look on her face, that sho was for away from her present sur roundings, and busy with memories which the asters and golden-rod had stirred. As she looked up with a half Bigh, Sadie said: "You lovo flowers?" "O, very much! Wild ones par ticularly. I used to gnther such as those when 1 was a little girl. 1 used to trim my sun-hat with them, and up by the old school-house on tho lull my girlhood's friend and 1 had a plot of them walled around with stones. "I haven't seen them in ages before, my home having been m tho tar West." "I am taking these to a friend whoso favorite- flowers they used to be; but you must pleaso accept half ot thorn." Tho lady thanked her but declined the gift saying she could not rob her of them. "You will not rob her, for 1 can send her a box full," separating the flowers as bIio spoke. Tho lady's lip quivered, and her eyes grew moist, as sho gracefully accepted them. She told Sadie that she was on her way back to her homo in the West, having made a trip to hor homo in tho East to see her son, who had been quito ill, but now con valescent. Her immediate presenco wns required at homo, and sho was obliged to return alone, tho friend with whom bIio had como not return ing for somo weeks. "I am so unused to' traveling ulono that I am quito timid," sho said, with a deprecating look and smile. Sadio did all in her power to mnko her comfortable as for their ways lay together, and enjoyed her companion ship, since sho was very intelligent and cultured, as further conversation revealed. "When thoy reached K thoy ported with real regret; Sadio wishing tho lady, whose nameshedid not know, a Bale and pleasant jour ney. Laura was delighted with the flow ers, which had kept wonderfully fresh, more than delighted to see her friend, nnd in tho happy, busy days which followed all remembrances of tho lady with whom sho shared tho flower's gradually faded from Sadie's mind. One day thero came a letter from home in Harry's handwriting, which contained the following paragraph: "Tho other day the expressman brought a box addressed to you. Mother was dying with curiosity to know what was in it. Of course. I had none, being u man, but at her solicitation I opened the box. It contained a boautifl panel, painted in oils, of wild asters, witli a spray of golden-rod. Underneath lay a card, on one side of which was in scribed; 'George L. Cranstoun. Bos ton, Mass.' On the other: 'Will Miss Farnham please accept as a slight token ofgratitudo for kindness shown my mother whilo traveling.' "I wrote to Charles Livingston, inquiring in a casual way if ho know him. When he replied, ho spoke very enthusiastically of him, and asked where I had met him. So father wrote to young C, acknowl edging receipt of box, with thanks for contents. "Now, I should like to know, al though, as you know, I've no curios ity, what you've been up to? Wasn't my last charge to you a solemn warning not to get into scrapes?" Luura said it was most romantic; quite like a story: and when Sndie left for homo declared she knew her depnrturo was hastened by a desire to sco that panel. Sadie hod no adventure during the homeward journey, having a seat to herself most of the way. The re mainder of it was occupied by on old gentleman, who took snuff and hod catarrh, saying "1111! urn!" in tho most emphatic manner after each application ol his hand kerchief. The panel was almost tho first thing shown Sadio on her arrival. "And how did you happen to give your name and address to an cntiro stronger?" chorused the fnmilv. "Why, I didn't." "How did sho know it. then?" .lust then Harry's eyes happened to fall on the pretty bag with a silver plate. In 11 voice brimming with mischief he rend: "Miss Sadio M. Farnham, Pleusnntvillc, Me.," and added: "I suppos you labeled yourself with that all tho way, didn't you. hatiie, hue a package sent by express. "The idea! T kept the plate out of sight all the way; but 1 left it on tho scot when I went out to get some lunch." "it's wonderful to me," said Horry, "that you didn't leave it somewhere altogether, that being your usual custom." Autumn passed, and early winter. With tho holidays cnino another package to Sadie in care of her lather. The box, when opened, was found to contain a beautiful lace pin,, tho design a spray ot asters, from Mrs. Cranstoun. Later come a very charming letter from tho lady, beg ging Sadie's acceptance of the' gift. All thoyoung readers ore saying: "Why doesn't she hurry up and tell when Mr. Cranstoun como to son Sa dio, made lovo und was accepted?" My dear girls, I leave von to imag ine that part, and I will dimply tell you that Mr. C. camoup with Char lie Livingston in tho winter, nnd when tho asters bloomed again there was fi quiet wedding, in which Sadio Farnham and George Cranstoun were central figures. .And the bride wore asteis instead of orange blossoms how odd? Ana bel C. Andrews, in "Woman s Maga zine. Bogus Krjjs. Artificial eggs hove been sold in Pittsburg and offered to the public instead of real ones. A woman walked into tho olliceof tho board of health on 7th street with a basket containing four dozen eggs. . "All theso eggs have been manufac tured and not 0 single one has been laid by a hen!" the woman oxclnimed to 0110 ol the health officers. "What am I to do about the matccr?" sho then asked. Tho gentleman took up ono of tho eggs, looked at it, and gazed at the woman in astonishment, saying " hat is wrong with tho (? eggs: Thoy look all right, ana 1 aon c seo any differenco between them and nny other eggs. You mean to say that thoy aro manufactured? Thoy may bo rotten, but I don't think that this egg was mado by tho ingenuity of any human mind." "Well, then, you are just a little mistaken, thnt is all," said the wom an, "and 1 will prove it to you. Look here, new, at this egg." Sho took ono of them" from the basket and broko it and when the of ficers observed the yelk their faces bore the evidence of unmistakable wonder. In shapo tho yelk wns similar to that of a real egg, but its color dif fered somewhat from thnt article, be ing darker and of a browner tint than tho ordinary egg. Besides that, however, tho yelk ot the falso eg;g consists of a more jelly-liko sub stance. Its composition appeared to con sist of gelatine, syrup, and starch. The whito of this manufactured arti cle looked exactly like tho white of tho real egg. It had tho same trans parent appearance, and tho imitation seemed to be perfect. But tho most puzzling thing isthe shell. Thero is no differenco notice able to tho eye at all, and it is not wondered that any one should buy such an egg as real hen fruit. Tho entire article, outside of tho yelk, is a porfect counterpart of any thing wo seo in tho real egg. Th woman bought them in the market atSOcents a dozen. Dreamed ho wns a Horse. There nre dreams and there nro dreams dreams which are as vague as thin nir and drenms which make and leave an impression on the mind which days cannoteradicate; dreams which make us laugh and drenms which make us cry; dreams which are foolish and simple; drenms which are profound nnd mysterious; butit was left, for good old Parson Squills of Florida to dream that he was a horBc one of your masculine, notey, neighing, kicking kind. The good old parson hadmnnynp pointments far and wide apart and somo days he rodo as much ns four teen hours to reach the more remote ones from his home. Ono night n bout dark he rode up to a good brother's house to spend the night. Tho broth er had been killing hogs, and at sup per the table was laden with spare ribs, sausage, hog's-hend cheese, etc. The parson had missed his dinner nnd had a keen appetite, and he could not resist the tempting, steaming bites ot choice meats beforehim,nnd, unmindful of dyspepsia or v1it not, he ate very heartily. At a seasonable hour he wag shown to his room, and ho retired for tho night. Tho good farmer brother was also wearied from his day's labor, and he also retired early. About midnight, says the Valdosta (Go.) Times, tho former was nrouscd from a peaceful slumber by a consid erable noibo somewhere about the premises. He lifted his head from the pillow, and he plainly heard a horse neighing, whickering, and kicking violently against tho stable door, and assuming at onco thnt tho visit or's hoie had gotten out of tho sta le, and was creating a riot ninong his own stock, ho bounced out of bed, hurriedly dressed nnd stepped out of his bedroom doorintothehnll. Then his nttention was drawn to tho par son's room across the hall, where he heard the horse squealing und neigh ing, and kicking bom bam bam! and puzzled beyond measure, heiore ed into the room, and ns the farmer opened the door ho sow the outlines of the good man standing erect in tho middlo of the floor, and he heard him panting for breath, which was followed by a long-draw sigh of releif. 'Strike a match my good broth er," said theparson, between breaths, nnd then he ejaculated: "Pshwhcw! Good snkes alive, I must bo a fool!" The brother struck u light and lie found tho bedstead scattered and broken up. The footbar was shot tered and the moss of bedstead and bedding had como down upon the floor in a heap. "Pshwliew! ' ejnenl uted the parson again. "I n ut be a fool 1 dreamed 1 was a horse and I thought I wns kicking at the barn door. Fetch tholightthis way, broth er. I don't believe thero is any skin left on my heels!" The bedstead wns post further ser vice nnd the brother hod to spread the parson's bed on the floor. Addicted to the eert. A "Waterbury man drove into An. souin, Conn., a few dajs ago with .m aged and apparently gentlo horse On his return, in going up Foundry lull the horpo balked. Everything wns done that a numerous helpful crowd of bystanders suggested, from blowing in his nose to building a fire under him, but tho beast would not move. At this point an Ansoniaman hap pened along, and, looking at the horse, he recognized it as one he had known many years ogo and ho vol unteered to start him without diffi culty. Telling tho Waterbury man to get into tho carriage, he borrowed a big chew of fine-cut tobacco from ono of the crowd, stopped up to the horse, and inserted it between his teeth. The horse actually seemed to grow younger. Ho chewed onco or twice, gave a blight whinny, and started off, and no further trouble was experienced on tho homeward trip. The man said the horse learn ed to chew tobacco when a colt by nosinga paper out of his owner's pocket, and the habit clung to him. Up in Waterbury, says tho New York Sun's correspondent, a father and son each smokes a pipe. The father uses ono kind of tobacco, while the son uses nnother. Ono morning recently the father said to his son: "John if you have got so you like the Turkish brand why don't you buy it?" Tho son roplied: "Well, father, 1 was just thinking that if you are so well pleased with tho Virginia mixture you sliould use it altogether instead of yourown." Tho father and son thereupon, camo to an understanding. Each denied using tho other's tobacco, and its mysterious disappearance from their respective jars was tho causo of much suspicion. Sunday afternoon the father lay On a lounge in tho sitting-room, nnd, by chance, glanced through on open door just in time to see the family cat jump on the table where tho tobacco-jars were kept. It exceedinsrlv surnrised him to see the cat put her paw first into ono jar and then tho other and paw out a big wad of tobacco, which she eagerly devoured. This sho did for norlmns fifteen minutes, and then jumping on to tho floor proceeded to tho back of tho store and lay down calmly. Later in the day tho same perform ance was gone through with, and the entire family saw it, though they could scarcely believe it. Tho cat has been stolen several times, but has always como back homo oguin in a famislied condition, but began to fatten up just as tho tobacco be gan to disappear. f- i (-