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! i t i i .t if il Si I i I I i( BOSO. rrrlto strings of my harp to-day llontansottrtHit!hntialRh, like the sound ot leaves when the winds sweeps by, As they heat nnd rob .As lliry boat find throb, TBI! kfw n voice In tho distant ronr On that lovely stretch of Bandy shore Om-Dra ntHnga. of my harp to-day Xto&ts n sonR for tho dying year A sone tlmt thrills with an unshed tear Tfere' tho winter tn-iligbt, cold and gray. As the brenkcrs sob, to tho breakers throb, Jtag I lienr taut voice with its old refrain, Tor thesedsj-s that never como back again. TfTtb strings of my hnrp to-day floats a sonjr lor my sweet lost youth Tor, O, I would frlve 111 very truth 3ticlies, and fame, and power away To dream onco more Thoso hrlaht dteuins o'or "IlSTftlnrorret."BlKlisthat old refrain, Yor the days that never can como back again. Over the strings of my linrn to-dny floats a song for the dying year, A song thnt thrills with an unshed tenr. XUe the sound of the breakers far away How they beat and sab! How they beat and throb! And I hear that voieo with its old refrain, For the days that never come back nirriln. Isabel Hotchlss. The Old Mcctlng-Housc. "We don't liavo tiny mcoting-houscs saw. Wo havo churches ami places of worship instead. "When wo woro young, thoro used to C MOCting-llOUHCS. How well wo can boo that old sieeting-hotiso whoro first wo heard the terrors of tho lnwluid down, und Tray little, if anything said about Umj rewards. ItBtood on a hill. All meeting Itooeca used to bo located on a Ml, that their Jiglit might shiuo abroad. It was a square bodied building, with whitewashed walls, and two chimneys, ono at each ond, nnd sob just as far ttpart as they vonld possibly bo, just as if thoro was danger of their quarreling if they wero in too closo vicinity; and it had six long windows on each side, and ono fud-shaped window over tho iralpit, and two inoro of tho samo shape over tho singing seats; and t&ere wcro two doors in tho end, nnd j flight of windy stono steps leading Iheroto; and around those stops tho young men used to congregate, to talk about tho crops; and watch tho femalo portion of tho worshipers ub they tripped along in their Sunday fcset, with their reticules on their xrmH, with lunches tliorcin for tho wliolo family. For in tlioso days our ministers used togivous our money's worth, and two sermons a day of two hours lone:, nnd a shorter Ber ates in tho evening, was considered a. moderato ullowuuco. Insido, tho structure was baro and pionaBtlc. Tlio walls wero white, B(1 tho windows aro shadeless. Tlio eon used to pour in as if bound to scorch, us all to cinders in our sins; and the flics usod to Luzz liko mail oa the dingy panes, and tho slim waisted wasps crawled at their lei buto through tho filmy cobwebs up to their drab honoycomb homes in tho tipper corners of tho windows. Tho pows wero largo, nnd square, and high, and when onco you wero insido of them, und tho door was shut, nnd buttoned on tho outside, you felt as if doom hnd closed down upon you, and thcreyouhadtostny, let what might betide, until tho ser mon was over. Iffhero wcro no carpets, no cushions, and the seats wero mado only for lontr-lemred persons, and wo used to sit on thosolmrd boards, and twist, &d wriggle, und try vainly to touch ow toes to tho floor, just to make sure it was there, and tiiat wo wcro aot actually swinging on nothing, above thnt terrible' abyss of which tho preacher scorned bo delighted to expatiate to us. If ow long tho timo secmodl We counted tho wasps' nests by way of diversion, und wondered if it would bo Dossiblo to trot our hnir nlosterod down as tight and smooth to tur faco us Deacon Jones hnd his plast ered; and wo speculated on what tho people would do if wo should break loose and rush down tho long, baro nisle, out into tiio sunshine, nnd give a whoop of intonso relief, just us wo wonted to di.? Tho pulpit wub a work of art. It was placed at u.dizzy height, and in tboso days only a man with a stendy head was fit for a preacher. Over tho head of tho minister, liko tho sword of Damocles, hung suspended thnt invention of ancient times, a 'sounding board;" and as tlio preacher waxed eloquent, tho contri vance caught tho inspiration, and began to go round, slowly at first, Irat. increasing in vigor as the whncks on tho pulpit-desk grew heavier ond more frequent, and tho denunciation of sinners moro emphatic. Wo used to Joel afraid for tlio preacher; wo lived in momentary expectation -that the "board" would fall and crash him where ho stood; but wo comforted ourself with the thought that ho had so much religion ho wouldn't mind it it it did. In front of, und below the pulpit, was tho deacon's seat, ana hero, Sabbath after Subbnth, tho two ven erable deacons, who had worked liurd all tho week, reminded them selves that tho Sabbath wob a day of rest, nnd slopt as peacefully as children, with their red bandanas spread over their heads, to keep tho flics from tickling tho bald places. Tip in tho singing seats tho boss vio lin player surreptitiously tuned his viol when tho demonstrations from Ifceusacred desk were noisiest; and the good-looking tenor made eyes . at the first soprano, nnd tho young er singers passed around cloves, nnd peppermint, nnd wroto tender mes sages on tho fly-leaves of tho hymn books. And when tho timo enmo for Blng ihgi it was worth Bomothing to sco and hear that choir! How thoy braced up to tho effort! How they hommed and hawed in preparation! How they drowin their breaths, and their faces grow rod, and tlio veins in their foreheads swelled, and their necks lengthened out, nnd tho way theygavo nineteen voraes of Watts' hymns select would make tho hair riso on tho headBOf onoofourmodcrn quartettes! Alter tho sorvico closed, neighbors greeted each other in a quiet, sub ucd way; and asks after Sam, ond Tom, who had tho measles; und Su san, and Maria, and Jane, who wero wrestling whoonimr-coucli. Every body romombred it was bunday.and seculnr conversation was avoided; but tho good sisters could not help seeing if there were nny new bonnet trimmings, or freshly "dono over" leghorns, on tho heads of tho con gregation. Thoro wob a grovo back of tho mceting-houBo where wo went to cat our lunch, and a spring supplied tho liquid nccessnry to wash down tho seed enke, and hnrd gingerbread, and solidified doughnuts. And thus fortified, wo woro ready for another two hours of oratory. And when it was over, nnd tho min ister put on his tall, white hat and shook hands with tho people, nnd wo filed out into tho fresh air ond sun Bhino onco more, everybody was Be crotly glad that Sunday was well over, and tho requirements of a good conscienco had been answered by attending meeting allduy. Now York Weokly. Eight Fascinating Girls, Whilo other sections of this healthy corner of tho country aro boasting about lono elderly ladies of great bus iness capabilities, Bolfast, down in Waldo County, points with prido to a wholo family of women who aro not only Bmart but young into tho bargain. Tiieso aro eight sisterB,and they carry on an oxtensivo farm just outsido Belfast. Their mother is dead, and their father is barely ablo to do a fow chores about tho placo, so that all tho farm work practi cally is donoby tliogirls. Thoykcep Bovcrnl cows, a horse, four oxen that aro nover yoked, GOO hens, hogs in plenty, ducks nnd geeso galore, and thirteon cats. Thoy get out their own wood in winter, at which season only two of them nro at home, the othera being employed in Boston, two aro tcacliors In tho public schools. All spend their summers at homo, where ttiey havo a good timo ns well as run tho farm. Tho reason tlio four oxen on tho placo aro ncvor yoked is becaUBO tliero is nothing for them to do, nnd tho reason why thoy aro not Bold for beof is that thoy aro pets, having boon raised ns calves by tho sisters. If tliero aro any young men in tho metropolis looking for wives who havo ,(Bomo got up nnd got" to them, ns thoy say out West, tho vi cinity of Belfast will be found good prospecting ground. Bangor (Mo.) Lotter. A Bight Kind of Boy Springfield Union. Don't laugh at tho boy who mag nifies his plaeo. You may seo him coming from thopostofilcowitha big bundle of his employer's which ho displays with as much prido os if it wero his own. Ho feels important nnd lie looks it. But ho is proud of his placo. Ho is attending to busi ness. Ho likes to have tho world know that ho is at work for a busy concern. Ono of tho Lawrences of Boston onco said. "I would notgivo much for tlfe boy who does not say 'wo' beforo ho has been with us a V..:1.4- II ri'tin 1,m, ..l.n r,..,.o lin.n'1 luiltiliu. aiiu uu,) nuu DUJO IIU identifies liimself with tho concern. Its interests nro his. Ho sticks up for its credit and roputation. Ho takes pleasure in its work, and hopes somo day to say "wo" in earn est. The boy will reap what lw bows if 10 keeps his grit and sticks to his ob. ox may tako off your hot to lim os ono of tho future solid men of tho town. Let his employer do the fair thing by him, check him kindly if ho shows signs of being too big for his place; counsel him as to his hab its ond associates, and occasionally show him a pleasant prospect of ad vancement. A littlo proiso does on honest boy a heap of good. Good luck to tho boy who says "wo." Drains Noeuloss forn Loarno A Vis How much brain a pig possesses is a question which aroused spirited discussion in tho town of Freehold, N. J. Finally it was decided to sac- rinco tlio most intelligent pig in Freehold and havo his brain scientif ically analyzed. Tho animal select ed was the property of 'Corson J. Emmons, who had long refrained from reducing it tobneononnccount ofthatvory cleverness to which ho now owed his fate. A butcher slow him, and looked for tho Bourco of understanding. It wasavoinBearch, and tho conviction slowly forced it self upon local scientists thut the pig wns wholly brainless, Tho cavity ia which the brain should havo been wns extraordinary smull nnd wns empty. Both doctors and butchers wero ustonished and "silenced tho clamor of debate" in tlio presence of tho queer fact that tho wisest pig in Freehold had no brain tissue at aU Senator Tattoo's Wonderful Memory, Senator Vnnco has a very good memory ond seldom foils to recog nize a person ho has onco met and observed, but ono of his constit uents got nwoy with him a short timo ago. Tho senator wob stand ing with Bovcrnl of his friends in the rotunda at tlio Capitol, when a stranger oppronched nnd offered his hand, Baying: "Why, senator, how aro you?" Tho hand was taken and graBped warmly. "Quite well, sir; how liavo you been?" "Oh, I've been fine, nover in hotter health, but I don't beliovo you remember me." "Oil, yes, I do, perfectly. Your faco 1b quite familiar. It's only your namo that escapes me." "My nnmois John Buckwillen." "Sure enough, John Buckwillen. Of course (nnuho shook tho man's hand a littlo moro vigorously), I don't boo how I forgot it. Let mo think whero was it I saw you last?" "Well, senator, the fact is, you novordid seo mo but once." "Only once you must bo mis taken." "Oh, no, I'm not. It was at tho old church on Deer Greek. You remember when you snoko there to that awful big crowd?" "Yes, perfectly. So it was." "I'm tlio man who was sittin' up on tlio ladder in tho back of the church. I was in my shirt Bleoves and did ngood deal of the shoutin'. That was as closo as I over got to you." Washington Critic. From Poetry to Prose. Dotrolt Free l'ress. "George, dear," she Baid a night or two beforo tho wedding, "do you think it possiblo that our lovo and our married life can becomotho com monplace, coldly practical lovo and life of tho mnrried peoplo wo see around us? 0, George, my heart would break if I thought bo." "But it will not be bo," said Georgo passionntely. Wo lovo each other too tenderly, too fondly, for that. Our lovo is not of tho ordinary kind, my darling, nnd our lives will not bo so. Ah, no, no, my angel; that can nover be." And tlio other day she said: "Say, George, how would you liko baked beans for dinner, with pump kin pie for dessert? You would? All right, then baked beans goes. And don't you forgot that bottlo of Mel lin's food for tho baby, or I'll Bend you back after it, and mind thnt you don't keep dinner waiting." "All right, Lou; and I wish you'd bow a button on tho back part of those striped trousers of mine; you'll find thorn hanging over a chair in our room. Don't havo tho beans as dry as the last woro, and you watch tho baby's cold. That watering of tho eyes looks liko menslcs to me. Thero's my car. Good-byl" An Elcrntlng Sort ot Stage is Thnt Great mortality prevails among the actors who aro playing in realis tic melodrama. Ono Webb, whilo playing in Austin, Mo., in a part in which ho wns supposed to commit suicide, cauglit his foot on a looso board, and falling drove a knifo into His henrt, killing him instantly. In Wnllick's "Cattle King," a weird border drama, tho hero has been cut severely in a bowio-knifo fight which takes placo in the second act. A. few weeks ago a man nnmed Cone, who is playing the villuin in an "Exilo of Siberia" coinbinntion, wnsshot oton the stage. Frank Jones, who used to be a stock actor at tho Walnut Street Theater, died from lock-jaw, brought on by his catching his finger in the trigger of a pistol, for tho pos session of which he wns fighting with somo ono on thestngo. Edna Carey, who has been playing tho part of May Joyce in "Tho Dark Secret," had to leave thocompnny on account of ill-health, her system being bndly shattered through her nightly plungo into tlio tunk. Very lately, too, Duncnn 11. Harrison was badly in jured by jumping into tho tank in "The Paymaster," ond tho star of a drama depicting life m tlio "Wild West,' narrowly escnped being mur dored by a drunken Indian, who rep resented an antagonist. Secretary Soward's Adopted Datigh tor. Washington Letter. After tho depnrturo of Secretary Seward from Washington official life tho namo lias seldom been heard here. Ono son resides in tlio old Seward homestead nt Auburn, N. Y., and tho other at Montroso, on tlio Hud Bon. Miss Olivo llisley Seward, tho adopted daughter of Mr Seword, lives hero and owns a house on Penn slyvunia avenue, nenr Georgetown, that was bought with tho proceeds of the book describing Mr. Seward's travels around tlio world. She edited Mr. Seward's notes of his tour, nnd ho govo to her tho copyright and left her a shore of his property. Miss Sownrd has lived-a great deal abroad during tlio Jnst 15 or uu years, spending much timo in England, whero sho has kept iip her acquain tances mndo during her first visit witli Mr. Sownrd. She is a tall, rath er masculine-looking woman now, with strong features and iron-gray hair. Her later literury work has consisted in sketches and incidents of travel related ia tho Wido Awako and other children's magazines. Her own father, Mr. Bisley, lives with her here and is totully blind. CAUGHT INA STORM. "Wo might justas well havo been standing behind tlffecounter in Now York all theso ton dnys,"Bighed Bar bara Hale, "for all tho out-of-tho way adventures we've hnd!" "Who wants out-of-the-way adven tures?" said Dorcas Dunn scornfully. "Behind tlio counter, indcedl" chimed in Mary Vauneckor. "Can you breathe in clover scented air liko this behind tlio counter? Can you get tho mountain view liko this from Sixth Avenue? What moro would tho girl wont, I should like to know?" Barbara sighed onco moro and shook her head. "It is all bo tamo," she said. "It isn't what I oxpected at all." The threo girls Barbara, Dorcas and Mary wero sitting on a sido hill under the shade of a grand old cedar tree. Barbara, who had onco taken a quarter's lessons in drawing, had a sketch board on her lap and was try ingwith but littlo success, it must be owned to reproduco tlio lovely tibbon liko curves of tlio river that wound its way through tho valley below. Muryhad her needlowork in her lap, and Dorcas, witli her hands clusped under her head, had long given up all attempt to read the paper covered novel that she hnd brought with her "Tho sky and tho sunshino aro so much better," sho said. They wero threo shopgirls bright, ambitious, spirited young things, full of life nnd aspirations, even though they wero kept down by tho force of circumstances; and they clubbed to gether their slender resources in order to enjoy their vacation to bet ter ndvnntnge. Dorcas, tho business member ol the firm, had bought an excursion ticket first, and traveled out to Schepp's valloy to seo what could bo dono. But it is needless to say thut tho hotel and boarding liouso prices wero far beyond their simple means. "Is there no pluce," said she, "whoro wo could obtain ono room and tho very simplest fare for less money?" "You mislit try Old Mnn Morris,'' snid tho portly dnme who kept the Vallej house. "It's a quiet place, and Mrs. Morris she ain't no grent of a cook, hutthcro's them as has bonrded there, I'm told." "Where is it?" eagerly asked Dor- ens. And tho landlady went to tho door to point out a slender bluo tlircad of smoko that was curling up heavenward from a mass of woods on a distant hill, and onco moro Dorcas set forth on her pilgrimnge, this time with undoubted success. Sheengaged ono room. Tho board, to bo sure, was plain, tho beds coarso husk mattress, with a blanket spread on tlio floor for Dorcas herself, tho furniture homemade and unpointed. But there wns a grovo of pino woods in tlio renr; tho black birds piped their silver flutes nil day long, und the bees darted in and out of the red lilies by tho garden wall, ond our threo heroines believed themselves to be in paradise. But even as Barbara Halo thus bo- wailed herself, n portentous shadow swept across tho sun, nnd looking nround, they saw that a mnss of liv id purple thunder clouds hnd piled themselves up along tho western sky, whilo distant inutterings, nnd now nnd then a sudden flash, announcing tho coming of a storm. Dorcas sprang to her foot, Barbara sprang to Iter feet, Barbun. began hurriedly to fold up her sketching nppnrntus. Mary put her thimble and scissors in her pocket. "Wo must get home ns quickly as possiblel" cried all three. But in nvniling themselves of a "short cut" neross a patch of woods thov got hopelessly lost. Tho sun set behind the purplo battlement of clouds, the dusk fell rnpidly in these deii8o woods, und tho rain began to patter down in liugo drops. Barbara, tho aspirant after adven ture, began to cry. "'o nro Inst.l" bo nniil. "Lost? Nonsensel" enid bravo Dorcas. "When Icnnseotherailwny track sliiningdown below. Whoever got lost close to a railway line? Lot's mnko for tho track." "And get run over," lamented Bar bara. "Not likely when there's only ono train a day, and that at noon," laughed Doi-cob. "If wo walk along tho rail way lino wo must como out somewhere, don't you see?" "And besides," added Mary, "there is a littlo ruined cabin not lar Irom here whero the railroad ilogmnnused to live beforo they chnnged tho loca tion or tho station. I remember Mrs. Morris showing it to mo once." "Oh! oh!" shrieked Bnrbara. "I couldn't go there! Tho flagman was killed on the track. There's a g-g-ghost there!" "Would you ratnersiny uere unu bo drenched throuch with rainf eeverely demnnded Mary. "Or Btruck with lightning?" added Dorcas. And the upshot ot it was that tho three fugitives took refugo in a miserable old shanty close ulong sido of tho railroad track, whero weeds were growing up through tho cracks of the floor, and a plentiful portion of tho rain camo pattering through tho leaks in tho roof, whilo. tho old stono chimney, all settling to ono Bide, looked as if no stroko of lightning could harm it very much. 'But it's Bomo shelter," Buid Mary cheerfully. "We'll stay hero until the shower is over, and then mako tho best of our way homo." Tho shower however, showed no in dication of abating in its vigor. Tho rain still poured down in sheets; the thunder still bellowed throuch .tho-rocky gorgewhoro tho cabin had been built; tlio lightning still lit up everything with Budden spurts of bluo flnmo, liko pantomino effects. "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" said Barbara, wringing her hands: "it must bo mid night!" "It can't bo 9 o'clock yob," said Mary. "And I'm so himgry! Oh, how I wish I hndn't eaten tho Inst of thoso sandwiches! Oh, oh! what is that?" fluttered Barbarba. An unusually vivid electrical flash had revealed something white and spectrul at tho window. All threo girls jumped at once. "The ghost!" shrieked Burbara, stopping her ears nnd shutting her eyes ub tight ns was practicable. "A stray white cow," suggested Mary. "A young mnn in a flannel tennis suit," said Dorcoa, tho closest obser ver of till. "Don't let him como in," said Bar bara. "Wo shall bo robbed and mur dered!" "Not whilo we nro three to one," Baid composed Dorces. And at tlio Bamo moment a voico sounded hurriedly at? tho door: "Please, niny I como in? I know it seems intrusion, but it's mining a deluge and I'm wot through." "Como in by nil means," said Mary. And tho ghost entered, dripping liko a fountnin. "All in tlio dark?" said ho, groping his way. "Theroarono gas jots here," said DorcnB ironically. "But wo might have a littlo blazo of sticks." hazarded tho now arrival, shaking himself liko a Newfoundland dog. "I snw bj- that last glaro of lightning that there was a heap in tho corner, nnd I've got my match box intact." "Oh, thatwould besplendid!" cried Dorcas, who wns wet and Bhivering. "And I've got somo fish on n string outside, and wo could liavo somo supper," suggested tho ghost, cheer fully. "I'm so-o-o hungry!" wailed Bar bnrn. Tho stronger was evidently used to mountain camping. He hnd a firo kindled in no ttmo nnd tho fish clean ed by aid uf his pocket-knife nnd washed in one of the pools outside, wero presently boilingover tho coals, emitting a most savory smell. "You must bo a good genius!" cried Mary. "I m only a tramp," said tho ghost, I'm ever so much obliged to you young ladies for letting me in. "Wo couldn't havo kept you out if we had tried," said Dorcas, frankly. "You don't think 1 would have thrust myself in hero ngainstyour wishes? Even a tramp wouldn't do that," snid tho young man. Tho sticks had blazed cheerfully up; tho ghost economized them to keep tho flnmes nlive ns long ns possible. He told thrilling tales of his experi ence in these woods; ho mndo himself n most ngreeable companion. "Aro you from tho Valley house?" asked Dorcas. "No; I am camping just whoro it happens." "Uiu enitl Alary, "llien you nro poor liko us? Wo aro shopgirls on our vacation." "For," sho said to herself, "I am determined ho shnll not take us for other thnn we aro." "And," observed tho ghost, "I should think you wero having a very jolly time of it. A littlo more trout, Miss Hale? And how did you come out in theso wildernesses?" So then, ot course, littlo Bobara. who was generally thospokodwoman of the assemblage, related all her ef forts to secute summer board. "You see," said she, "Mr. Archer ays us so small a salary that wo loven't much margin for luxury." "He ouirht to pav more," snid the ghost. "I'm in business myself. I know how it is. Peoplo can't bo ox pected to live on nothing." "I do believe," cried Dorcns, "you nrethotuilor's young man from Cutt to Fitt's, next door to Archer's! I thought I had been your fnco botore! But if you over get to the head of the firm nnd a man can uchievo almost anything ho please do pay your em ployees a decent sum!" "I will," snid tho young mnn in the white flannel tennis suit: And he spoke ob if he meant it. And then Dorcas discoursed still moro learnedly about the rights and wrongs, tho injustices nnd potty trials of life behind tho counter. "Wo aro ladies you seo," said she, "and we expect to bo treated liko Indies. But I supposo you have your troubles too." "Lots of 'em," enid tho young, man, gazing absently into tho fire. "Every ono bus, I supposo." So that they all became great friends. At midnight tho rain ceased, ond tho moon burst in a flood of glory on the dripping scene. "We can go homo now," said Dor cas, clapping her hands. "And I dnro say, young mnn," with aprotty air of patronage, "Mr, Morris could mnko you up a bed on tho kitchen floor at our house, without charging very much for it." "I should be delighted if ho could," said the young man meekly. And bo it wns nrronged. Tho girls made nn extra toilot next morning to meet "tho ghost," ns thoy called him, nt tho breakfast table. But to their infinite disgust ho was gono when they descended. "Yo see," said old man Morris, "that thoro white flanning suit o' his'n hnd shrunk up with the wet, bo it wasn't fairly presentablo, and. ho just cut across lots oforo day break on' cleared out." "I told you so," said Barbara. "He was a ghost, and being such he dissolved into thinuirat cock crowl" "And I had put on my bluo cam bric gown," sighed Mary. "And my hntr waB crimped so nice ly," said Dorcas. "But ho gavo mo this ero," snid Old' Man Morris, -displnying on the horny palm of his hand a gold half cagje. "Bather extravagant for a tailor " clerk," said Mary. "That is just tho class of peoplo,' said Dorcas, loftily, "who don't know haw to spend money properly." I thought ho was very nice," Baid. Barbara; "and I thought perhaps he was going to bo tho beginning of n, real adventure." September sot in sultry as tho tro pics this year, and the threo girls re turned to Archer's great store with unwilling footsteps. But tlio cashier mot them with Oi smiling face. "I've received instructions," said' ho, "to rniso the salaries of all the girls in this department 10 per cent. Young Mr. Archer liimself told mo to. do BO?' "Young Mr. Archer!" "There he is now," suid the cashier. And the next minute tho hero of the rainy night hnd come up nnd was-, cordially shaking hands with them. "Then you are not tho tailors's young mnn nfter all?" said Mary, a littlo taken aback. "Did I say I was?" said Archibald) Archer. At tho end of the autumn littlo Bnr bara Halo had a confession to make. "Girls," said she, "when I thought that young Mr. Archer was going to be tho beginning of an adventure 1 was right. Ho has asked me to mar ry him, und when we go on our sum mer vocation next.yeur wo shall go together." And Mary and Dorcas kissed little Barbara and congratulated her from the very bottom of their hearts. "This," said they, "is anndventuro worth having. Saturday Night. m -- o Quito Content. Perhaps tho occupation of the traveling clock-mender is not entirely gone, but nt uny rate, he is seen for less frequently than ho used to bo seeking n job in tho country regions. One sucli wnndering mechanic says thnt, by tho oid of a persuusivo ton guo, ho could usually obtained per mission to exercise his skill. In ono case, however, the owner of thopnt ient proved to be so well satisfied with a bad time-keeper that sho re nin ined quite obdurate to his elo quence. She wns a plncid-looking old lady and she sat paring tipples in her kitchen when her clock-mender arriv ed, "Why, ma'am," Bnid he, In a, shocked tone, as he stepped up to to tho door, "did you know your clock was wrong?" "Oh yes," said sho pleasantly, glancing up nt its deceptive face.. "it oloys gams an Hour or so m tho mor'nin'." "Now how lucky it is I happened to conio along this way! I can fix that, clock for you double quick." "No, I guess I won't havo it med dled with," replied she, still amiably but with decision. "I set it by the sun nt noon-time, nnd in tho after noon it don't make nny great differ ence whether I know what timo it is. ornot." "But how nro you going to sot it on cloudy days. "We'ro not very busy when it storms, nnd wo don't mind if it ain't set. " hopo you're not afraid I should hurt it ," continued tho repairer. "No, not exactly afraid, snid the old lady, prudently, "but Hiram nnd mo had that clock when wo was mnr ried, and I guess we won't havo It touched." As tho travoling tinker was about, to leave, ho made one more effort. "Why, ma'am." said he, "you won't oven know whon it's meal times, unless you give mo a chnncc at thnt clockl" The old lady looked at him with m twinkle in her eye. "loung mnn," saiu sue, "wnrr you're ns old ns I be, lnnybo you, havo sense enough you'ro hungry." to oat when (jSraccful Story of tlio Spanish Queen.. Tho Queen-Regent of Spain is the subject of u graceful story aproposcj. tho death of tho sister of SenorEmtlio Castelnrt Her Majesty received tl)9 news in the midst of tho hustle of the birthday festivities of tho littlo King,, ns sho entered the reception-room where tho gjiests wero assembled for tho great banquet. She did not call for ono of her high functionaries, but said to the president of tho council himself, "Go and tell M.Castelar that I forget that ho is the head of thc Bepublicnn pnrty; that I only boo ia him a Notional glory, a great orator, an nrtist who bus no peer, nnd that 1 hnvo tho deepest sympathy with him in his loss, both as Spaniard and ob Sovereign." V i i! K- a
