JUBILEE HYMN.
Almighty god of nations hear
Ourgratoful song of praise ,
"Which now with heart slncero.wo raise ,
For Thy redeeming grace. ' * i
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Savior , Thou didst on earth appear
To fcave a ruined world ;
Dlds'tdioon Calvary-'s tugged hill
To bless with peace untold.
Spirit , divine , 'tis Thou that leads
The wandering sons of men
To Christ , the sinner's only hope.
For pardon , peace and Heaven.
HalU Triune God , the Three In One ,
One undivided three.
To Thee with grateful heart wo raise
Our song of jubilee.
Ye beasts that roam In deserts wild ,
And fowls that throng the groves ,
Ye fish that sweep the stormy deep ,
Make known how Jesus loves.
Waves , winds and hurricanes declare ,
Spread forth His mighty power ;
Sun , moon and stars , with all Heaven's host
Join in this gladsome hour.
Hay we , the sons of Adam's host ,
When all our toils are o'er ,
Join with the blood-washed , happy throng ,
On the eternal shore.
Detroit Free Press.
MAB'S KEEPSAKE.
Mab and I had been idling about in
Tuscancy for some weeks with Uncle
Wallace , and wo had many plans made
for more extended journeyiugs , when
our uncle was suddenly obliged to re
turn to England on pressing business.
As we could not and would not accom
pany him , he installed us in a quiet lit
tle hotel , gave us a liberal amount of
pocket money , and left us with strict
injunctions to remain quietly where we
were until his return. "We were to
make no excursions requiring longer
than a day's absence for Uncle Wal
lace highly disapproved of ladies travel
ing alone in foreign countries. I was
quite old enough to chaperon Mab
withersoever she cared to go ; but , not
being argumentative , I agreed to keep
her and myself in strict seclusion until
our uncle rejoined us.
But , after three days of our own so
ciety , we both gre.w horriby mopish.
Mab1 had made crooked little sketches
of the old cathedral till we both hated
the sight of the hoary edifice , we had
tried all the cakes in the little confec
tioner's , and had read our small library
twice over.
"Effie , there is to be a rural fete at
San Vito on Wednesday , and I am go
ing , " Mable announced on the fourth
day."San
"San Vito is eight hours from here , "
I said deprecatingly.
"I don't care if it is eighty.
"But think of your promise to Uncle
Wallace not to go anywhere.
' 'We shall be away only one night ;
and I shall die of the'blues' it we don't
have some amusement. "
I remonstrated to the utmost of my
ability , but was overruled in the end ,
as I knew I should be. Mab , having
had her own way ever since-she was a
baby , was not likely to relinquish her
sceptre at the ripe age of twenty. So
the next afternoon , armed with shawl
straps and a small valise , we betook
ourselves to the railway station and
bought tickets for San Vito.
"Mademoiselle should inquire care
fully the hours of the trams , as the
time-tables are oftei inaccurate on this
line , " said our smiling landlord as we
departed.
Our only fellow traveler in the coupe
was a gentleman of about thirty. He
was reading the Times as we entered ;
but I noticed that he seemed to take
more interest in Mab's pretty face than
in the news. Yet he was not the least
impertinent ; and he apparently imag
ined that his furtive but comprehensive
glances were quite unnoticed.
Every one admired Mabel she was
like a sea-shell , or a tea-rose , or any
delicately-tinted lovely bit of nature
and I could not blame this man for
being only human. He had pleasant
dark eyes with plenty of fun in them ,
sleek dark hair , a good length of limb ,
and a look of the patrician about him
from the toe of his well-fitting boot to
his finely-shaped hand.
As the stranger had been thoughtful
and kind concerning the disposal of our
luggage and the arrangement of refrac
tory curtains , politeness demanded that
I should address him , 'and we were
soon chatting together like old friends-
He gave us bis card , on which was en
graved , "Sidney Weir , Oakland , Kent , "
and he gleaned from our conversation
that the Misses Warburton of Exham
were his traveling companions. I sud
denly occurred to me that I was play
ing the chaperon very hardly in making
such advances to a perfect stranger ,
and I tried to frighten Mab into becom
ing propriety and reserve ; but , when I
flattered myself that I was looking my
sternest , she actually gave Mr. Weir
her pretty litte hand to hold while he
told her fortune in the pink palm.
The subject of bric-a-brac having
come up , Mr. Weir produced a curious
ly-carved little silver whistle from his
pocket , which he said had once saved
his life in India. II had a peculiar shrill
note , very penetrating and striking for
so small an article , and used as a sig
nal of distress , it had brought help
when he was overpowered by the
enemy. He seemed pleased with Mab's
warm admiration of the whistle , and ,
as she was returning it , he said simply.
"I should be so pleased if you would
accept the little toy as a keepsake. I
shall only lose it if it continues to jingle
about with my keys and small change ;
and perhaps it would serve as a charm
to ward off danger from you on some
occasion. Its duty to me is done. "
Mab hesitated ; but , seeing the dis
appointed look on ulr. Weir's face , she
took the little trinket , with a smile of
thanks , and fastened it to one of her
bracelets. I thought it a bold , forward
thing to do , but I knew that my opinion
or displeasure would make but little
difference to my younger sister.
It was growing late as we drew near
the little station of Gimino , where we
should have to change carriages for
Sail Vito. Our companion's destina
tion was a town further along the Gim-
ino line , so we should soon be obliged
to separate. I was secretly pleased ;
but to Mr. Weir and Mab the time -was
ipping away altogether too quickly.
Arrived at Gimino , we made the very
unpleasant discovery that the San Vito
train had gone on without us , and that
there would be no other till 5 o'clock
in the morning.
"What will you do"asked Mr.Weir.
"I have ten minutes to spare before my
train-goes ; jf I'could be of any service
to you in engaging a room at the hotel
or in any other way , I should be most
happy. "
"I think it would bo better not to go
to the hotel , " said Mab ; we should
never wake up for the. early train , and
we have not the time to wait for the
next one. "
"YesV I answered , "we could get
some refreshment here , and stay in tiie
waiting-room till our train comes. It
is eleven o'clock now , and the time is
not so very long. We can take a com
fortable nap in the waiting-room. "
Something in Mr. Weir's manner be
trayed that he did not approve of our
plan , but he was too polite to say any
thing against it. He called a waiter to
attend to our wants , and , in answer to
the second sharp call from the locomo
tive , took his leave , lingering long over
the hand-shake with Mab , and aisap-
peared in the darkness. .
"I wish he hadn't gone. I feel lone
ly in this strange place , " said Mab ,
with a little shiver.
"Nonsense , child ! It would have
been obstrusive and indelicate if he had
remained. You forget that we are only
friends of a day. Why should he alter
his plans for us ? "
I spoke boldly ; but I too was very ill
at ease. The little coffee-room was
gradually filling with rough-looking
men , who watched us the only women
in the place furtively and curiously ,
speaking a language which we but lit
tle understood. The hotel was a mile
distant , and we could not take refuge in
it at this hour of the night , even if we
had known the way.
"Mab , how foolish of you to wear
your diamond ring on a journey of this
kind it attracts attention ! " I said , in
an undertone , as the light caught the
brilliant on her finger when she raised
her coffee cup.
I happened to glance out of the win
dow at that instant , and , to my horror ,
saw a man with evil black eyes and
grizzled hair staring intently at Mab
and me with a wicked look about him
which I could not forget. As I caught
his eye , he slunk away in the darkness ,
and presently the railway porter came
to escort us to the waiting room.
"It is against the rules of the road to
allow the waiting room to be occupied
at night , " he began ; "but if you will
be content without a light , and with
both doors locked on the outside , I
have no objection to your waiting there
for your Jxain. "
This was appalling to be locked up
for five hours in a shabby little Italian
waiting room , in total darkness. By
feeing the man we prevailed upon him
to allow us to bolt the outer door on
the inside , so that we should feel a lit
tle less like prisoners.
"The guard walks up and down the
platform till daylight , so you can feel
quite safe , " said the porter consoling
ly , as he wished us good night and shut
the door of the dark little den upon us.
I fortunately bethought me of some
wax matches in the valise , and , light
ing one for a moment , we took in the
situation a mean little room , with a
door on two sides , hard benches round
the walls , and a long table. Surely not
an inviting apartment'for repose ! We
made ourselves as comfortable as the
circumstances would permit , and tried
to forget our , position in sleep ; but I
became preternaturally wakeful. Here
were we , two unprotected women ,
dropped down at this little wayside
station , for all the long night hours sus
picious characters were-lurking about ,
and we might be robbed and murdered
without our friends ever knowing of
our fate ! In the midst of my cheerful
reflections it consoled me a little to see
the guard pass by slowly at intervals ,
with his lantern gleaming on the red
band of his cap.
Suddenly , my ears sharpened by the
silence , I h'earda stealthy step approach
the inner door of our prison , and the
quiet grating of the key in the lock was
distinctly audible. My heart seemed to
stop beating with fright ; and then , to
my unspeakable horror , the door softly
opened , and the evil looking man with
the grizzled hair , whom I had seen
through the window of the coffee room ,
crept in with a dim lantern in his
hand.
"Listen ! " he said , in a hoarse whis
per , fixing me with his wicked eyes.
"If you are quiet , I will do you no
harm ; but , if you scream or make the
least disturbance , I know how to silence
you. I want the ring your friend's
pretty finger wears , and whatever
money and other valuables you have
about you. Make no resistance , as you
value your life. "
1 suppose I grew very white and
trembled , for Mabel said in a surpris
ingly firm voice :
Don't faint , Effie , but give the man
the valise to search ; our lives are worth
more than the trumpery it contains. "
The robber sat his * lantern on the
table and .began undoing the straps of
our valise , placing it on the floor before
the door at which he had entered.
Where was the guard outside that his
light did not shine again through our
window ? He might have rescued us ,
buthe did not come.
"Effie , " said Mab in a whisper to me
she need not have whispered , for the
robber could not understand our lan
guage "I am not going to give up my
ring without a struggle. This man
evidently thinks the other door locked
on'the outside and safe against our
opening it ; otherwise he would not let
us stand so close to it. I have my hand
on the bolt now ; there I have slipped
it ! I am going to dash the robber's
lantern from the table with this bundle
of shawls ; in the darkness we can rush
out upon the platform and call the
guard. Don't lose your head or try to
detain me , for I am quite resolved. Be
ready to fly when I give the signal. "
Before I could recover from my as
tonishment at this bold plan , there was
a crass of glass upon the floor , dark
ness , a volly of Italian oaths , and my
sister and I were tearing madly down
the deserted , platform.
"Guard , guard ! " we shrieked , with
all the energy of despair ; but from
some inexplicablecause he could not
orwouldnotJiearus , though wa-saw
his form quiio plainly in the distance.
Steps were heard in pursuit of us ,
and the angry curses of the burglar
reached our terror-stricken ears , wnen
an inspiration seized Mabel. She put
her little silver whistle to her lips and
blew till its peculiar note rang out like
a clarion on the still air.
The sund of hasty footsteps approaching
preaching from another direction be
came audible ; but whether they were
for good or ill we could not tell. Mab
had lost her courage , and was leaning
on me , half tainting , when a voice
calling in English , "Hallo ! What is
the matter ? What are you rascals
doing ? " seemed to put new life into
her.
her.Two
Two men ran towards us , one of
Whom , to our amazement and delight ,
we recognized as Sidney Weir , our
traveling companion.
We clung to him , and hovered over
him with tears , hysterical laughter and
incoherent thanks , and did not notice
that during our explanations both rob
ber and guard had disappeared. Mr.
Weir said that he had felt uneasy at
leaving us alone in the little station ,
and , finding another belated traveler ,
they had whiled away the night smok
ing and walking up and down on the
road near at hand. He had not told
of his change of plans , thinking it
might annoy us. When he saw the
rough lot of men who collected about
the coffee-room , he was very glad he
had waited , for he thought we might
be subjected to annoyance , if nothing
worse. The sound of Mabel's whistle
had reached his ears as a signal of dis
tress , and he would never feel suffi
ciently thankful that he had given her
the little toy.
"What 1 fail to understand is this
rascally guard deserting his post so
shamefully , " said our rescuer , ringing
a huge bell which hung near.
Presently an astonished group of
waiters and porters gathered round us
with lights , and began asking a thou
sand questions. One of the newcomers
ers stumbled over something lying in
a dark corner.
"What is this ? " he cried. "Moser
the guard in a drunken sleep ! He will
lose his place for this , and deserves it
too ! "
It was afterwards discovered that
Anton Moser , the real guard had been
drugged by two ruffians , one of whom
had stolen his lantern and cap , while
the other made his daring attempt upon
Mabel and me.
We had lost all interest in the fete at
San Vito , and , like frightened disobe
dient children , our only wish was to re
turn home , if the little hotel we had
left could be called home. Sidney Weir
accompanied us ; and , when uncle Wal
lace returned , he found a suitor for
Mabel's hand awaiting his approval.
The approval was not withheld , as
Mab's fase betrayed that her heart had
found its idol.
TRAIN TJME.
The Drummer Who Knew Pretty Well
What He Was Betting On.
"We are running pretty fast now ,
ain't we ? " said a drummer to his com
panion , as the train whizzed along at a
lively rate. "At least thirty miles an
hour , " replied the other. "Thirty
miles ! We haint going less than a
mile a minute. " "You are way off.
We are not going a bit faster than
thirty-five miles an hour at the outside.
I have been riding on trains for twenty
years , and you can't fool me on speed.
I've got it down so fine I can tell within
a mile or two of just how fast we are
. " -"You eh ! "
running."You can , repliedthe
first speaker ; "you think you have it
down fine , eh ? Now , I'll just bet you
$51 can guess closer to the number of
seconds it takes us to run from one
mile to another than you can. Is it a
go ? " It was a "go. " The money was
put up in another drummer's hands ,
and he took out his watch and stood up
in the aisle so neither of the wagerers
could see his ticker. The passengers
who had overheard the conversation
gathered around to see how the bet
would come out. As a white mile post
whizzed past the window the referee
cried , "Now ! "
The contestants looked out of the
window at the line of wire fence and
procession of fast-disappearing tele
graph poles. "Time ! " cried the drum
mer in the aisle , as the next mile post
showed itself in one fleeting instant.
Every eye was turned to the makers of
the wager. According to agreement
they were to write out the number of
seconds they guessed and hand the
paper to the referee. The man who
"had it down fine" did this very
promptly , but the one who started the
conversation was slow. He had some
figuring to do with his lead pencil.
There was considerable excitement
among the on-lookers , and several side
bets were made. In a few moments
the drummer had completed his 'calcu
lations , and the referee announced :
"Charley puts it at one minute and
forty seconds. Bob makes it one min
ute and twenty-five seconds. The
actual time by the w.atch was one min
ute and twenty-four seconds. Bob
wins. " The man who "had it down
fine , " but flnssed it by fifteen seconds
and lost his money , took his defeat in
good humor , but begged Bob to tell
him how he had worked it.
"I hadn't it "
ought to give away ,
said Bob , " 'cause I've been makin'
about § 15 a week with it all winter. I
usually hit it to the second , but this
time I forgot that I'd had only one
drink this morning. ' ' 'Wh at h as your
drinks got to do with it , I'd like to
know ? " "Why , you see , it takes at
least four drinks to settle my pulse
down so that I can rely on it to the
very second. "
For thousands of years it was the
practice among the Chinese coopers to
place a boy inside the barrel to hold up
the head while the hoops were tighten
ed. History does not explain how the
boy was released , but it is supposed he
was left to fast until he could crawl
out at the bung hole.
"What is wanted in this country , "
said the bride as she examined the wed
ding presents , "is silver-service re
form ; that set is plated. "
Sixty cigars for every man , woman
and child were made ha and imported
into this country last year.
BY THE BROOKSIDE.
'There ' are tassels on the birches ,
Waving yellow o'er the stream ;
Scattering a golden dust
To mingle with its gleam ,
There are blossoms on the maples ,
Blossoms red as robin's breast ;
They are drooping , drooping silently ,
On wavelets white top crest.
There are pussies on the willows ,
'Pussies white and silver grav
That fall down from the brookside ,
Then drifting run away ;
Green leaves are faintly showing ,
Just peeping , peeping through ,
Between the waving tassels ,
On the pussy willow too ;
And the red , red maple blossoms ,
Step daintily aside ,
That rich and growing banners green
Hay shade the bright brookside.
Spring beauties gleam amid the grass ,
Blue violets peep over ;
Play hide and seek , the whole day Ionic ,
With the wind , the fickle rover ;
There's a warbling 'mid the branches ;
There's ahumining _ through the trees ;
An inexpressible sweetness
From each and all these ;
A something I can not tell you ,
Dame Nature would not confide ,
If you go , you will hear it all , '
Down by tbe sweet brookside.
"Inter-Ouean.
PLANTATION NEGROES.
The Life of field Humid Their Domes
tic Uclntioii' .
Wilmington ( N. C. ) Cor. Troy Times.
Plantation negroes are , to those wjio
see them for the" first time , most miser
able specimens of "men and brothers , "
if they are to be judged by their exter
nal appearance. They are usually very
black in color with pronounced negro
features , and ignorant. In some cases
they are but a few degrees above the
animals. They live only in the present ,
know nor care nothing for the future ,
and seem to regard freedom as only
the means of deciding for them whether
they will work or remain idle , and , as
may be supposed , if bacon and corn
bread could be had without the labor ,
it is safe to say they would remain idle.
I was told , however , despite their de
jected , work-a-day look , they are a
very happy and contented people , and
they are treated with much considera
tion and kindness on the two planta
tions I visited , being allowed to build
huts and cut all their fire
wood on the lands , and in
illness cared for either by the overseer
or owner , who employs a physician in
urgent cases. These plantations have
also stores upon the grounds wherein
the hands can buy at market rates all
the necessaries of their lives , food ,
clothing and shoes in fact , anything
that can be had at the usual or "gen
eral country store. " And thishas been
done in order to keep the "plantation
hands" at home , for it' during the plan
tation season the hands can get off to
town after pay day , there is no chance
of their return until all their money is
spent , and either work or starvation
stares them in the face. And , as most
plantation hands are born and raised in
the work , they know no other. Occa
sionally a more ambitious or intelligent
one will aspire to. "learn to be a bar
ber , " and leave his "native heath , "
but it is said that they do not , as a rule ,
take to education , and prefer to remain
ignorant and work by day , and if they
can dance and frolic by night they are
content with life as they find it. Their
domestic relations and moral life is
better left unquestioned in many cases ,
although the law compels marriage.
It is often honored in the breach only ,
but they have the * enthusiastic
religious "revivals , " and their
colored preachers are ever on the
plantations and hold services in their
church at "Orton" for the religiously
inclined. Some of the women seem
disposed to think that the lives of
"house servants are more enviable than
then : own , working as they do in the
hot fields , but it is not an energetic
longing and involves to much thought
to be put into active execution. One
rather bright looking young woman , to
whom I spoke , asked her what wages
she earned as field hand , and she said :
"Mostly $3 a week , but they say I
could get $12 for a month as cook. "
Her mental arithmetic was a little off ,
but sh3 was in earnest. I told her I
did not think she would like the north
ern states , it was so much colder , and
she laughed and said : "That's what
they all say , mebbe I would not. "
Freedom means to this class of people
only the ability to earn money and pro
vide for themselves , instead of having
everything provided for them , and it
will be a long , long time before they
are elevated or educated sufficiently
to understand how much has been done
for them.
The Object of Education.
From a Florida Letter.
Every man ought to have a hobby
something to enjoy in total distinction
from .work. Every woman ought to
have one. Women need hobbies more
than men. There is an awful amount
of bosh written about the education of
woman and her place in the social sys
tem. The sole purpose of all educa
tion is to enable the boy or girl to be
happy and confer happiness. This is
the whole duty of man. Happiness
here and forever , for yourself and those
on whom you can confer it , is the pur
pose of your existence. In how many
systems of education , loaded with the
idea of making the student fit for labor ,
does the all-important consideration
enter of teaching him how to be happy
when he is not at work , where and how
to find what will surely be the greatest
need of his life rest.
Here and there in the world are rare
exceptions to the general rule. There
is sometimes a family in which the
father and mother know how to enjoy
life sensibly in its hours of play or rest ,
and around them grow up boys and
girls fit to live , fit to do all the duties
of life , fit to make their own lives happy
and useful. From childhood they have
known that life is surrounded by thou
sands of wonders , whether of man's
making or of God's creation. Nature
and art alike furnish them with sources
of knowledge and pleasure. You don't
see those children dawdling around
hotel drawing rooms when the family
V i.
are traveling. The boys may go a fish
ing and the girls go hunting flowers ,
orboth may go together and each share
the other's enjoyment.
I met two of such a family the other
day in the pine woods , a mile from the
hotel. I did not know them , nor they
me. I was digging up the bulb of a
plant , and as it came out of the ground
I heard an exclamation , "It is bulbous
after all , Tom. " Then I sawthe bright
and pleasant countenance of a seven
teen-year old girl , who had come. She
had the same curiosity about the flow
ers which I had. Then for a while she
and her brother Tom rambled along
with mo. They were out for a walk.
That to them meant keen enjoyment of
pretty much all they saw. Trees , flow
ers , animals , the very skies and clouds
were more or less subjects of intelli
gent observation to them. She caught
half a dozen lizards as we walked
along , handled them gently , examined
them carefully and let them go un
harmed. They talked of the lishing.
He had seen me going or coming in.
He knew all about the fishing in his
own part of the country , and a great
deal about the habits of the fish. The
two , brother and sister , discussed one
with another the flowers and animals.
Clearly they had been brought up
from childhood to take a keen inter
est in the environments ef country
life. And I was not surprised when
she caught si ht of an engraved gem in
my ring , to find that at 17 she , and at
15 he , knew enough about art to talk
intelligently and without blunders. We
had a very pleasant chat as we strolled
hither and thither in the old pine
woods ; and they two were very happy
children. I doubt not they confer a.
great deal of happiness and do a great
deal of good in the circle in which they
live. We met in the woods , and they
left me in the woods , and I did not see
them again. In the hotel I looked
around at some hundreds of faces , and
failed to see those. Nor was there any
other young girl's face there which
seemed to have uny ideas beyond the
circle described on the floor by the edge
of a skirt.
The moral of this somewhat rambling
letter is this : Teach your young people
how to be happy , how to enjoy life ,
how to make others happy. Give them
interests in the things which surround
life. Don't send them to Europe until
they have some worthy tastes and de
sires to be intelligently gratified by
their going. If they can not find pleas
ure in studying nature and its products ,
don't take them to Florida.
A IIUttOKIST'S EOMANCE.
The Courtship of liurdette and the "Wife
for "Whom He Tenderly Carried.
Dccatur llopublican.
Carrie Burdette , wife of Robert J.
Burdette , died at Ardrnore , Pa. , Mon
day. She was an invalid from her
marriage , and the great humorist cared
for her us he would a babe , giving her
every possible comfort. Mrs. Bur
dette wjis the daughter of Auren * Garrett -
rett , of Peoria , and was married to
Burdette some fifteen years ago. Her
father was opposed to Bob , and he
made the course of true love of the
young couple anything but smooth.
Bob was a clerk in the postoflice at
that time , and Carrie was a beautiful
young lady , but with a will of her own
that moVe than matched that of her
father.
One day the old man commanded her
to discard Bob. She refused and a violent
lent altercation ensued. Carrie had an
undefined trouble with her heait that
this precipitated. She was stricken
down with a spasm. They sent for
Bob and he found her pale and lifeless
on the sofa. Here she managed to ex
press a wish that they might be mar
ried before she died , and a clergyman
was sent for. The marriage of the
great humorist was celebrated amid
tears and sighs , the orange blossoms
absent and only the pallor of the dying
face looking out from among the pil
lows. Strange to say she immediately
began to recover and soon regained her
former strength. With it , however ,
was an unaccountable malady.
A Good Well.
Arkanaaw Traveler.
Several days ago a northern gentle
man came to Little Hock and announced
his intention of buying a home. "I am
not so particular with regard to the
house and grounds , " said he , "as I am
about the water. There must be a well
of cold water. "
"Think I've got the very place , " re
plied an old fellow whose shirt bosom
was streaked with tobacco juice.
"Meet me here to-morrow. "
The nexb day the old fellow came
'
down and cond'ucted the northern gen
tleman to his premises.
"House is not very good. " said the
nothern gentleman.
"No , nothin' extra. "
"Grounds not very pleasing. "
"No great shakes. Let's try the
water. "
He drew a bucket of water from the
well , and when the northern gentlyman
dank his teeth chattel ed.
"Why , that's the coldest water I ever
drank. "
The northern gentleman was so much
pleased that he bought the place with
out further questioning , seeing that the
old fellow was not anxious to sell , and
fearing that he might change his
mind.
Several days afterwards , the north
ern gentleman sought the old fellow
and said :
"I oughjb to take a gun and shoot
you , you swindling scoundrel. "
"What's the matter ? " looking up in
surprise.
"Matter ! why that water is so warm
I can't drink it. I bought it with the
understanding that it was cold. "
"Was cold when you bought it , pod-
ner. "
"But it's warm now. "
"Yes , for you see , the ice has melted.
No trouble to make thac water cold ,
podner. All you've got to do is to
throw in a cart load of ice. No well is
any account unless you take care of it.
I'm in the ice business. Would like to
have your trade. "
A mule with five legs has been born
in Alabama. We shall look for a large
falling off in the population of that
state within the next six or eight years.
[ Burlington Free Press.
PEATEK FOB POLITICIANS.
Supplication Offered Up byB T.T r.Bri -
tel In tlia Chicago Conrentlon.
Following is the praver offered by
Kev. Mr. Bristol upon theopening of
the republican national convention at
Chicago :
"God of our fathers , wo adore and
worship Thee , and to Theo , by Whose
grace and providence wo are what we
are as a nation , wo would lift our
hearts in devout thanksgiving and everlasting -
lasting praise. We thank Thee for our
glorious national heritage , for this
magnificent land of wealthy bills and
fertile plains , and for the laws and in
stitutions which makes it a land of pro
gress and of liberty. Wo thank Theo
For our Christian sires , lovers of free
dom and of God ; men of conscience
and integrity , whose names have jew
elled history and the memory of whose
deeds is an inspiration to heroism and
patriotic pride. Wo thank Theo for
Plymouth Hock , for Yorktown , for
Appomattox footsteps to mark the
progress of righteousness and the higher
law. Wo thank Thee for the Declara
tion of Independence , the constitution
of the United States , the emancipation
proclamation our blood-bought char
ters of freedom. We thank Thee for
the republican party and for its splen
did history , and its still more splendid
possibility , and now , as this great con
vention , enters on a work which will in
volve the most precious interests 6f
50,000,000 people and ( in a large sense )
the interests of the free institutions we
devoutly and most earnestly supplicate
the blessing of Almighty God. Bless
the members of this body , the homes ,
the states , the parts of the nation which
they represent , and may the ambition
of patriotism , the wisdom of states
manship and the righteousness of
Christian consciousness possess every
breast and control every action , and
may the result of this convention be in
harmony with the will of God concern
ing us and be received with joy by the
per pie of the whole land , and grant ,
Almighty God , that the coming politic
al campaign may be conducted with
that decency , intelligence , patriotism
and dignity of temper that becomes a
free and intelligent people. Continue
Thy mercies to us ; bless our country
with peace , prosperity and universal
enhghtment. May we never deny the
faith of our fathers ; may we never
cease to be a temperate and free and
industrious , a Sabbath keeping , a God
fearing and a Christian people ,
blessed with the righteousness which
'exalteth a nation. ' "
The Girl Who Elopes.
The reasons for leaving the paternal
roof between two days in company
with a young man appear to be varied.
Sometimes a cruel parent selects a hus
band without asking the daughter's
consent. Oftener some would-be hus
band selects the daughter and the old ,
man won't consent , thus necessitating
an elopement for the double purpose of
getting married and escaping the pa
ternal boot. On occasion the elope
ment is necessary to avoid the revolver
or shotgun of another fellow who has
taken a notion to the girl. Ordinarily
elopements do not take place if the
course of true love meets with no ob
stacle in the home of either member
of the seeking-to-be-wedded couple.
Girls are freakish , however , and
sometimes run away to be married for
no apparent cause whatever. It will
be remembered that a daughter of the
immortal Mr. Wardle was getting ' ,
ready to run away with the lamous
Pickwickian without so much as sug
gesting to her adorable Snodgrass the
propriety of asking her father whether
he had any objections to the wedding 1
taking place at home in the usual way.
The sixteen-year old daughter of an
ex-alderman of Long Island City has
made herself famous by an elopement
of this kind. She was pretty and rich ,
and answered to the charming name of '
Fanny. Her brother had a friend /'I
named Walter , who also was rich , /
good-looking and 25. Walter visited
the brother and fell in love with Fanny ,
which , under the circumstances , was
natural enough. Nobody had any ob
jection to Walter or the match , and if
Walter had asked for Fanny she would
have been given to him.
But Walter and Fanny concluded to r
be romantic and run away to get mar
ried. Fanny spent the day kissing her
mother and wondering what in the liv
ing werld she would wear to get mar ! ' '
ried in. She kissed her mother good
night at 10 o'clock , went to her room ,
packed her satchel , met her lover , and
posted to the city of New York , where
they were married , after which a note
was sent home , and the maternal bless
ing , which they might have had by
word of mouth lor the asking , was tel
egraphed to them , and they went on
their wedding tour rejoicing.
The only explanation that can be
given for this highly gratuitous elope
ment is that it runs in the family. Two
older sisters of Fanny have secured
'husbands by this method. Whether
the mother of these eloping daugters
set the example by eloping herself is
not reported , but as the eloping ten
dency seems to be irresistible in the
blood , it is not at all improbable. If
Fanny's mother has any more unmar
ried daughters , however , who develop
an alarming tendency to lass her on
any particular day , she should employ
detectives at once to shadow the over-
affectionate girl , unless she wants the
elopement to succeed. The eloping
tendency is too strong in that family to
be checked by anything short of the
most rigorous measures.
One of the drawbacks to the pleasure
of angling is that if you bring home a
string of which you are proud , some en
vious son of Walton is liable to insinu
ate that you caught post mortem trout.
[ Lowell Courier.
One of the results of the panic is the
fact , cabled from London , that several
wealthy Americans abroad will be
obliged to return home immediately.
And another that several at-home will
want to go abroad. [ Boston Post.
Jobbins didn't mean it for swearing
when he found , one night , that his
barn-door had disappeared , and re
marked that it was "a door-gone
shame. " [ Yonkers Gazette.
