Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190?, July 24, 1896, Image 4
By Neptune's Services. Thero waa tho lotter addressed Yory plainly, in Thorpo Creighton's rather peculiar hnndwritiug, to Mies Daisy Edliffson. Whnt should sho do with it? Deliver it, nnd bo let her cousin win and wed tho man whom bIio hcr elf loved? No, Maud Illldrup wna neither generous nor honest enough to do that. Destroy it? No, shodidnot quito dare to pursue that course, though It would havo well suited her plans; for eho know that Thorpo waatoo modest, nnd perhaps a littlo too proud also, to woo very long with out apparent encourngoment. She could not itnpnlo herself on either horn ef the dilemma, sho thought, but would compromise. So eho slipped tho letter into one of thoso old, novor touched, books on tho upper shelf efhor unclo's book- case. "No no knows that I received tho morningmail from our lottor-carri-er," she said to herself, "so there will bo no inquiries as to what has bo como of this horrid lotter. If it is dis covered at any futuro day which is not likely I, of course, will bo igno rant of how it camo there." Dishonesty docs seem to prosper for a long, long timo, and there wero no inconvenient questions as to where tho morning lotters were. Meuntimo,ns Maudo presumed to bo tho case, Thorpo wna on his way to Snn Francisco, whore ho hoped to receivo an o ncournging reply to tho fervent words of lovo which ho had penned to Daisy tho night before he started on his trip. Cunning, fair-seoming Maude had taken enro to bo present at each of tho interviews ho had had with her cousin between tho timo when ho announced that ho had accepted tho offer of n flno position in a banking houso in Snn Francisco, and tho hour of his departure; thereforo ho had been re duced to tho necessity of committing his burning thoughts to unsympa athoticpen nnd paper, and Maudo had guessed correctly as to tho con tents of the hiddon lotter. "Daisy, dear," asked Muude, care lessly, shortly after Thorpo's dopnrt uro, "don't you think it's very queer that Mr. Croighton went away with out pi oposing to you? Ho was so dovoted to youl And I, for one, did not dream that ho was only flirting; did you?" "Wo girls aro very apt to mis-construe tho meaningless attentions with which idlo young men flatter us." answered Daisy, with studied indifference "I wonder if it is truo that ho has a lady-lovo out there, and that is why ho Avas so ready to go!" "What? I've novcr heard any such story." "You nover havo? Why, how odd! Where wero your ears?" said Maudo, who hud herself heard no bucIi rumor until this very moment, when she had originated it. Pride and maidenly reticenco kept Daisy fromoxhibitlngany griof at her Suondnm lover's defection. If, she ioughtt ho had been morely friendly in his visits, sho would givo no ono tho chnnco to see her wear the willow for another girl's property; so she smiled, nnd danced, and well, yes, flirted the least bit. And blind ob servers said to ono another: "Who would havo imagined that Thorpo Crcighton and Daisy Edliffsou wero only friends, ufter ulll" A few weeks passed by, and then Maudo received an invitation to visit on old schoolmate who resided in Snn Francisco; no ono buthersclfand her futuro hostess knew how skillfully bIio had angled for this invitation! But no matter; sho got it, and ac cepted it, and then contrived to cross Thorpe Creighton's path again, when ns alio thought, the edgo ol his love for her cousin would have been dulled by her seeming indiffereneo or re jection, if that letter had indeed been a bona fide offer of marriage. Her letters homo were full of tho good times sho was having, and sho contrived to bring in Creighton's namo very often. To Thorpe himself Bhe relnted long accounts oft lie many conquests Daisy waB continually making. "I would not havo behoved two yeara ago that my demuro consin could hav developed into such a lit tlo flirt ns pho is now!" said Maud to him one ovening, anx joub to ascertain his present senti ments. "No one who looked into her clear brown eyes would havo given her such an appellation," ho Buid, sighing. "Oh, sho don't mean to flirt! But why that sigh? Surely, you wero not ono ofher victims?" asked Maud,art lessly. "Ah! but I was! Did sho not tell you?" "No, Indeed, oho knew that I nov er approved of her trifling and But she did not renlly refuse you?" 'I griovo to sn' that she did." "Oh, I'm so Borryl Foolish girl! Sho gnvo me no hint of it, and 1 Leg your pardon for jesting on such a subject. Aro you sure you under stood her?" "I wrote it; I wrote to her the very night bpforo I left homo and begged her for just ono word of hope, but not a lino has she ever sent me! It has occured to mo lately that per haps sho failed to recoivo my letter. Maude did not waut him to nour ish any notion of that Bort, so she hastily replied: "I happen to know that sho did got a note from you tho morning yon left homo, for I, myself, received it from tho carrier. I remember, too, tliat jiiBt nbotit that timo sho hnd a good deal to say about vain people mis construing other pcoplo'B courtesies. Poor fellow I am not surprised. How can a girl bo so heartless!" Sympathy is very sweet, especially when rosy lips and tender, blue eyes express it to an unsuspicious young man. Pretty soon Mnudo began to havo hopes that her plot would prove suc cessful, Thorpe called on her very often and showed her many atten tions. To bo suro, most of his talk was about Daisy, but then Mnudo al ways contrived to bring in Bomo bit ofnowfl nbouther cousin's last iiirta-j tion, which nover failed to plant a sting in nor listener's Heart. Just aB sho was begining to feel al most sure ofher game, there camo a hindrance in tho chase. Thorpo received a cable messngo saying that tho husband of his only sister had just died, unexpectedly, in Florenco. leaving four littlo children and a delicate wifo among strangers; ofcoursoThorpolostnotimoin joining her, cabling to her to remain in Florenco until ho got there. Maudo could not possibly conjuro up auy reason for running off to Itnly on such short notice, though sho fain would have dono so, and sho had to let him go without hearing tho decisivo question from his lips. However, ho promised to write fre quently; that was something. Sho knew just what steamer ho was to tako from New York, bo she eager ly Bcnnncd ths passenger list to eoo if thero wero uny familiar names up on it, tho nnmes of any who would bo likely to know tho Ldliffsons, but to her relief none such appeared. Her relief was groundless, howover, for two names printed as Mrs. How ardson and Miss Hownrdson wero in correctly substituted for Mrs. How ard EdllfTson and Miss Edliffson! Both Daisy and Thorpo wero very much disconcerted when they discov ered that they wero to bo penned up togother for a week in tho narrow limits of nn ocean steamer, but each was too proud to lot tho other sus pect that a truo heart was aching nt apparent inconstancy. Each held aloof from tho other. Thorpo made Daisy wretched by his many courtesies to a charming young widow and her littlo fniry of a daughter, and he, in turn, could havo wrung with a hearty good-will tho slender neck of a callow Yolo "man" who danced constant attendance upon Dnisy. Tlioy hud been six dnys out, with favoroblo wind and weather, when tho doctor, a genial Irish gentlemnn, camo up to tho group of which Thorpo and Daisy wero uncongenial members, and said: "Well, my friends, you are not quito so euger for letters as most travelers aro!" "What very green travelers you must tako us to bo if you think wo look for tho postman while wo aro on the high ecus!" exclaimed ono lady, laughing. "Oh, no!" he answered, with a quizzical smilo. "Do you not know that, among other improvements, wo of this lino havo communication with Bhoro so that wo have mail de livered now and then?" "No! Nor do you know it, eithor," Dnisy said, seeing that tho doctor glanced oxpectnntly nt her. "Nevertheless I havo some mail for ono of my pnsscngors." '01l A iirfn wliinli lint -ftim lrn fjnvo you in Now York for you to uind to her today," suggested Mrs. Edliffson. "Wrong ngoinl I have a bona fldo, now, fresh letter) with an un broken eenl and a properly canceled United States postage stamp on it." "Really and truly?" usked Daisy. "Really and truly! Honor bright!" "Then 1 supposo ono ot tno nii- irovements ofyourlinois that you mvo secured tho services of Neptuno as letter-carrier." "Now you've hit it, Miss Edliffson! Tho old chnp came aboard this morning nnd handed mo nletterwith his tridont. A letter for somo ono before me." "Ah, doctor, wo'vo cnught you napping! Neptuno only comes aboard Bhips when they cross the equator and wo are terribly out of our courso if wo'vo dono that!" was Thorpe'b flrst remark. "Neptune makes exceptions in our behalf, especially when tho letter is for a lady; no is gallant, as nil of us salt water dogs are!" As ho thus spoko tho doctor held up alettcrwhich, ns nil could see.seemed to bo sealed, stamped, addressed and never opened. "Miss Daisy Edliffson, No. 087G Elm street, Vernon Center," rend the lady nearest to it. "Why, it is for me! That is my name nnd nddrcssl" exclaimed Daisy, in great surprise. "Whero did you fjot it? Is it not an old ono which you invo found nud rc-Bcnledjusttorfun?' "Yes; whero did you get it?" repeat ed Mrs.Edliffson.noticing thnt Daisy looked confused when she paw tho writing upon it.aud that sho blushed and hastily put it into her pocket. "I was looking over thnt old copy of Don Quixote which you kindly lent mo and there I found it.' "Old" that miserable- Don Quix ote!" snid Mrs. Edlifson, laughing heartily. "That is a joko on my very good but absented minded hus bnnd. When I wis packing my stenmer trunk I asked him to hand mo, from tho top shelf of tho book case, and old English prayer book which belonged to my grandmother, as I thought I would hko to use it for her sake while I was in England. Lo, when I opened my trunk ufter wo wero well out to sea, I found this Don Qulxoto inBtenl of ray prayer bookl" Daisy waB very qurct for somotimo; ono glanco hnd shown her that the hand-writing on tho cnvclopo was that of Thorpo Creighton, nnd tho date tho day ho had left Vernon Cen ter; alio know, too, that from whero ho was standing when tho doctor hold it up ho must also havo recog nized his own handwriting. It was tho very lettor which Maudo had bo cunningly concealed, never knowing that in her hnsto to return tho book to its shelf rIio had unwit tingly placed it next to whero tho old prayer book had laid for over 20 years. How waa bIio to know that tho dim brown bindings of both books wero so much aliko that her undo easily blundered? Thorpo could not contain his cur riosity, could it possibly, bethought, bo tho letter to which ho hnd so hun gered for just ono word of answer? So ho soon contrived an opportunity to say to Daisy: "Miss Edliffson, surely it cannot bo considered rudo to inquire about a lotter written by one's self, bo I ven ture to ask you if that is the ono which I wrote- to you the night before I started for California?" "Yes, it is," bIio answered, blush ing. "Did you purposely refrain from rending it then, so that you might not bo obliged to reply to it?" "No, certainly notl I nover saw it until to-day, and I cannot imagine how it crept into poor old Don Quix ote." "Your cousin. Miss nildrup, told mo that you had received it, and "Then, if sho know that it come, sho knew moro than I did!" cried Daisy, indignantly. "Sho novermen tioned it to me, if bIio knew that it was there." "Then it is not too Into for mo to look for nn answerl When will I get it?" Tho words were simple, but oh, tho tone! "Oh, Neptuno is tho only postman employed oy this lino of steamers, so you must wait until he comes around again." "Neptuno Is gnllnnt, you know, and if you wero to ask him to tako a lovo lotter ho would surely make all speed." "Well, when I see him I'll givo it to him," sho replied unconsciously. "So your roply is to bo a lovo let ter!" cried ho, joyfully, in a very ten der whisper. "But how much better for you to speak tho lovo than mere ly to writoit!" now tho good nntured doctor did laugh when ho was told that ho hud been tho means of mending two broken heart! "When I have a love letter to send I'll bo sure to send it by old Neptuno," ho said. Detroit Echo. Affected riety. Ths Congrogationalist. Some people enn not, or at any rate do not, talk about religious sub jecta except with tho uso of a special phraseology and u peculiar tone ol voice, neithor of which they over ndopt under other circumstances. Wo know some who never walk up tho aisle to their pows in church ex cept with body bent, ,head drooped between the shoulders and slightly bowed, nnd a tetering, tip-toeing sort of gait, as if a natural, upright car riage wero an unhallowed thing, Theso peculiarities usually, if not al ways, aro duo to a reverent spirit, butnro tho illustration of a mistake as to what is essential to the exhibi tion of such a spirit. In most in stances they do hnrm to others, and sometimes they react mischievously upon those in whom they appear. Nothing is more important as an ele ment of influential personul piety than naturalness. When one who hns become a professor of religion is perceived by his ncqunintances to bo stiff and formal in speech, they dis trust him a little. Words or phrases in regard to religious subjects which are not natural to him, apd which evidently do not express any real feeling or actual experience of his own, inevitably have a parrot-like, sing song effect, which repels because it suggests a doubt of their sincerity. Whatever causes us to seem artificial robs us of power over others. Even if it repi '-sent an actual and proper frnmo of mind, nnd is effected only in appearance, it does no good; indeed, it does positive Harm. iNnturnlness, therefore, straightforward simplicity, must be preserved as much ns possi ble. Tho danger of losing thin lies lnrgely in the fact that young Chris tians often supposo that they aro ex pected to speak and act liko those who are much older, and their elders often treat them as if this wero desir able. But it is not. Boys nnd girls, young men nnd women, on entering tho service of Jesus Christ, nro to re main young people, and should not bo encouraged to put oa the manners of greater age. The chief thing for tlipm to aim at is to be consecrated young peoplo, to think nnd tnlk und behave with tho same unaffected nat uralness ns over, but with a holy purpose and spirit which may sweeten and ennoblo their wholo conduct nnd influence They should not even think much about being natural, for studied naturalness is almost impos uiblo. Wo nil ought to think httl about ourselves, and much abouo tho Lord Jesus Christ. When our at tention is fixed on him wo aro the simple, natural, and useful disciples thut wo ought to be. Tlio Iron Duke's Breeches. Ono morning when tho duke of Wellington wna at breakfast, says Cassell's Magazine, ho received a lotter in nn unknown nnd rather illegiblo handwriting. With a view to obtaining a clow to its contente ho put on his eyeglasses and scrutin ized tho signature, which ho read "C. J., London." "Ohl"onidhis grace, "tho bishop of London, to bo sure. What does tho bishop want of mo, I wonder7" .Then he began at tho be ginning and read tho note carefully through, an expression of bewilder ment nnd perplexity gradually over spreading IiIb faco as ho did bo. Tho writer craved his grace's pardon for tho intrusion and requested as a per sonal favop that tho duke would kindly permit him to como nnd seo his fumous Waterloo breeches. "Why, tho bishop must havo gone madl" exclaimed the duke, ns he let his glasses fall. "Seo my Waterloo breecliea! What in tho world does tho mnn want to seo mv breeches for? However, I'm sure I've no ob jection if ho hns a curiosity about them. A queer whim, though, for a bishop to tako into his head." Next morning tho bishop of Lon don, on sorting his pile of correspon dence, found among it a letter bear ing a ducal crest, lie opened it and read as follows: "My Dear Lord: You ure perfectly welcome, n8 fnr ns I am concerned, to como and inspect the breeches I wore at Waterloo when ever you liko. It's true I haven't a notion whero they are, but I daresay my valet knows, and I will communi cate with you moro definitely in a day or two. Yours, very faithfully, Welling ton." "Tho poor dukel" ejaculated the bishop of London, in a voice of the profoundest commiseration. "I always thought it was foolish of him to enter political lifo after his mili tary career. He must bo helplessly insune. What a dreadful thing for tho country, to bo sure!" So tho worthy bishop, with mnny sighs, went into his study and wroto akind letter to the duke of Wellington, remembering that persons who aro mentally afflicted must be dealt with tenderly. Ho thanked his grnco for his kindness, bub as sumed him as delicately as ho could that ho wns not in tho least anxious to inspect tho historical relics in ques tion, and begged thnt the duke would give himself no further trouble in tho mntter as far us he, tho bishop of London, wns concerned. It was now tho duke's turn to bo astonished. "I can't have been dreaming, he snid in his perplexity. "And yet tho bishop's flrst letter was plain enough." Then ho did what ho ought to havedonointhe flrst instance ho called for his secretary, Col. B., and laid tho wholo matter before him. "I am afraid it's your grnco who has made the mistake," said Col. B., on irrepressible smilo flitting over his faco us he examined the two letters. "The first letter is not from tho bish op of London ntall;nor does the writ er say anything nbotit the breeches you wore nt Waterloo." "Not from the bishop!" exclaimed tho duke. "Yes it is. The signature is ns clenr ns can be 'C. J., London.' The in itials stand for Charles James." "It is lrom Mr. C. J. Loudon, a scientific gentleman who is preparing an im portant work oh forest trees," re plied the secretary; "and what he wants to see is your grace's avenue, the "Waterloo beeches, ns they are called, leading up to your door at Strathfieldsnye. Shall I write nnd givo him your permission?" And thus it fell out that both duke and bishop were ultimately convinced of each other's sanity. This Happened nt Nantucket. Ilnrppr'B Magazine Last fall a mon was arrested for petty lurceny nnd sentenced by tho judge to three months in jail. A few days after tho trial, the judge, ac companied by tho sheriff, wns on his way to tho Boston bont, when they passed a man sawing wood. The sawyer stopped his work, touched his hot, and snid: "Good morning, judge." The judge looked at him a moment, passed on a shore distance, nnd then turned to glance backward with tho question: "Why, sheriff, isn't thnt the man I sentenced to threo months in jnil?" "Yes," replied tho sheriff, hesitnt- igiy; ,! "! that's tho man; but you you see, judge, wo wohaven't nny one in jnil now, nnd wo thought it a useless expense to hire some one to keep tho jail for threo months just for this ono man, so I gave him the key, and told him if he'd Hleep there threo nights it would bo all right." Tho Retort Courteous. Dr. J ,lateot the"Grnnito City," wns a man of pawky humor nnd one of tho most inveterate "beggnrs"for chnritablo purposes who ever got up a subscription list. He called ono morning on a wealthy merchant ir. Aberdeen, whom ho had successfully canvassed on more than one occasion and.having recounted tho misfortune of a widow whoso husband hnd been killed by q fall from tho cliff, asked for a check in her behalf. "Well, doctor,"said the merchant, "I'll givo you tho sum you nsk for on ono con dition, namely, that you allow mo to inscribo on your tombstone the wordp 'And it came to pass that the beggn died'." "Willingly,"replied the doc tor, with a laugh; "but you must ndd the rest of tho verso, 'And wns carried by angels into Abraham's bosom'," N. 1. Homo Journnl. Ono Sight's Adrcnturc. A brave man nnd n trio of villains! These are simplo but sufficient ele ments for a thrilling story, and tho Reverend Sherlock Bristol, in his "Recollections," ns miner nnd preacher, does not need to fill them out with fanciful dptnils. Tho minis ter and his partner had taken charge of the gold belonging to tho miners of the region, with tho understand ing that each depositor should keep tho matter a profound secret. To their dismay, however, they found thnt tho report had gono over the country that immenso sums were lying hidden at Oak Hill Ranch. Suspicious chnrncters began to hang about tho house, and tho bankers, alarmed removed the gold from the building, nnd hid it in five gallon cnus nmong the squash vines in tho garden. Ono day Mr. Bristol's partner went some distance on business, nnd, con trary to his intentions, did not reach homo thnt night. It was now the Fourth of July, nnd every mnn in tho region, except the preacher, had gone to town to "celebrate." There was no one to interfere, if ho were robbed, murdered, or attacked by cannon ado. "Nothing special occurred," ho writes, "till near twelve o'clock, and I had lain down in my bunk. Then I heard tho footsteps of several men approaching. Stopping near tho house, they held parley in whispers. Then ono of them tried tho door, and nfterwards the window. "When ho hnd reported his failure in entering, tho others npproached with him and knocking loudly upon tho door. Instantly I wns on my feet, unlocked the door, lifted the great latch, removed the hugo cross bar, and swung open tho door. There I stood squarely before them, as good a mark as they could havo wished.. "Before mo wore threo full-whiskered men, with revolvers, and each hold ing in his hand a short rifle. Tho boldness of my opening the door so promptly disconcerted thom. " 'Good-ovening.'soid I. 'Como in, you are rather late.' "Mechanically thoy obeyed, and when they were insido Ishutthodoor, Intched it, and put the great bar ucross. This bewildered them still more, nnd they peered back among tho bunks, to see if I hnd not allies lying there. "1 had not a moment tolose. Step ping back into a dark corner where my firearms lay, and cocking my Colt's nnvy, I ordered them to 'Lie down! Lie npnrt!' "The voico with which I spoke hnd about it a vim and terror which frightened them, and startled me, too! Instantly they wero on tho floor, nnd all my fear wns gone. I felt girt with supernatural strength, nnd for four mortn hours I held them at bay, not allowing them to touch one another or move. "About four o'clock in the morning, a horseman rode up, nnd cried "Hollo!' "When I opened tlie door.,.. he in quired the wny to Cnnyon Creek, nnd as I went out to show him tho trail, the three men walked past me, nnd in a single fllo went straight on, pny ing no regard to trails or anything else, save getting out of sight. I stood nnd looked nfter them until they disnppenred, nnd then went back into my cnbin to offer, from the heart and lips, my thanksgiving to God, for His strange and wonderful protection." Spiders' Webs. 1" read tho statement in this mngn zine not long ngo, about tho spiders' webs thut cover tho fieldu nnd mead ows on certain mornings in the Sum mer which was not entirely exact. It is not quite true in the sense in which it was uttered, that these spiders' weba are moro abundant on somo morn ings than on others, and thnt they presage fair weather. Now the truth is, tliat during tho lnttor part of Summer these webs are about as abundant at ono time ns another; but they uro much more noticable on some mornings than on others; u heavy dew brings them to view. Thoy nre especially conspicuous after a morning of fog, such as often fills our deeper valleys for a few hours when Fall approaches. They then look like littlo napkins spread all over the meadows. I Baw fields lant Summer, in August, when one could step from ono of theso dew-napkiim to another for a long distance. They aro littlo nets that catch tho fog. Every thread is strung with innum erable fino drops, like tiny bends. Alter nn hour ol sunshine, tho webd apparently nro gone. Mo.st country people, I find, think they aro duo to nothing but tho mois ture; others seems tn think that the spiders tako them iu as morning ad vances. But they aro still there, stretched above iHio grass at noon nud at sunset, ns abundant ns they nre at sunrise; nnd nro then more serviceable to the spiders because less visible. Tho flies and insects would avoid them in tho morning, but nt midday thoy do not detect them ns readily. If theso webs havo any significance ns signs of the coming weather, this may be the explanation: A heavy dow occurs under a clear, cool sky, and the night proceeding a day of rain is usually udowlcss night. Much dow, then, means fair weather and a copious dew discloses the spiders' webs. It is the dew that is, signiflcnnt, nnd not tho webs. Joe, Burroughs, in St. Nicholas. A Wedding Story. From the liOntlon Telegraph. Tho homily with which o.v mar rioge services closes lacks 'atrinsic cheerfulness nnd its peculiar charmo, actual or suggestive, ore seldom np prccinted by tho moro youthful class of brides. Neithor. despite its slight indelicacy, do all bridegrooms relish it with a perfect zest, although, h eummarizing the obligations of mat rimony, it puts tho enso for tho hus band a good deal moro ndvnntngc ously'thnn for tho wife. I remember an odd incident, illustrative of the objections entertained toward this tiresomo exordium by men of tho "Time is monry" nnd "Self-help" ways of thinking. It took plnco at tho second wedding of nn honorable and gallant friend of mine, whose humor was abundant, but of the va riety known ns "dry." HewnB being mnrried, let us sny, ot South Shields, a good mnny years ago, nnd, having been through tho ceremony before, as a principal, wns sharply on the lookout for the homily, which ho re garded in the light of a vexatious superfluity. Accordingly when tho curate a young and somewhat ner vous ecclesiastic hud completed the "buckling-to" pnrt of thoservice.and wus mildly bleating out tho exhor tation to "hear what Saint Paul suith," Captain P held up his hand, to tho offleinnt's utter dismny, and interrupted him with tho words. "I beg your pardon, sir; but uro wo le gally mnrried?" "Why.yes; certain ly you nre,"wns the hesitating reply, "Then, sir," rejoined tho captain, "I'll not troublo you to tell us whnt Saint Paul said. Saint Paul may have been a very good fellow; but ho wasn't a South Shields man." Tin's, snid, he gave his arm to his newly mndn wife, and led her awuy calmly In tho direction of tho vestry. Tho curate, it appears, entertained so high nn opinion of the occult vir tues ot the homily, nnd of tho bene flcijil effects they could not fail to ex ercise upon a young mnrried couple, that ho took my friend nsido a few minutes before the wedding breakfast and timidly nsked him whother ho would permit him, the snid curato,to impnrt St. Paul's views to him and Mrs. P orally on their return from the honeymoon trip? To this ques tion, dictated by professional zeul which would have dono credit to nn Enrly Christian, my friend returned n polite, but evasive answer. When, however, husband und tfife came bock to their native town, at tho conclusion of what tho Germans so happily term "Die Flitterwochen," they were so obviously a happy pair, nnd the subsequent harmony of their mnrried lifo proved so delight fully continuous. ls furna their many friends nnd ncquuintnnces knew,thnt tno reverend enthusinst nover found occasion to "place" his favorite hom ily, nnd wisely left nt least two of his wedded parishioners to work out their connubial felicity in their own way. e The "Nigger" Who Woko up. There were a lot of negroes on the boat as pnssengers, nnd one nfter noon ns the boat left Baton Rouge a little crowd of us on the promenade deck got to discussing tho colored man. Tho colonel who wns from Wisconsin, clnimed that the reason the white mnn did not get nlong letter with the negro was because he did not study his physiognomy. "You just sot 'om all down as lazy, trifling, nnd dishonest," ho said to tho mnjor, who wns from South Car olina, "and the good suffer with tho bad." "Do you believe there is such a thing ns nn honest nigger in Louisia na?" asked tho major. "Of courso I do." "Could j'ou pick ono out in that crowd down there?" "Certainly I could." "Well, go abend for tho cigars. Just pick your mnn, hand him a piece of money, nnd tell him to walk to the stern-post and back and re turn it." "Sny, major, ther's thirty negroes down there I'd trust with my wal let." "Very well. We'll go down nnd you pick out ono." Tho colonel pnssed a dozen boforo ho camo to a middle-aged man asleep oa a sack of cotton-seed meal. IIo studied tho fellow's face for a long minute nnd then shook him awake. "What's do row?" demanded tho negro. "I nm going to trust you," replied the colonel. "I have been looking you over nnd I know you to bo an honest man." "I ar' dot." "Hero's a 20 gold piece. Tako it to the stern of tho boat, make a wish for ono particular thing, nnd bring it bnck." Tho negro seized it mid stnrted off, and ho had no sooner left tho stern than wo heard a great yelling up stairs, followed by tho bells to stop tho boat. Wo ran up, nnd there was tho colonel's honest negro between us and shore, striking out liko a whale, nnd his mouth out of ehnpo with the gold piece stuffed into it. While we wero still looking ho reach ed tho bank, crawled upon tho levee, and then turned nnd shouted: "I just dun wished I was ashore, an' yore I am! Good-byo, whito folks!" "Still," said tho mnjor, ns he turn to sit down, "tho colonel might try a dozen more and flud them nil hon est." But the colonel went off to his sent-room in a huff. Detroit Frco Press. V 1 i V.