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About The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 14, 1886)
Country Lyceums. The country lyceum is sometimes made the subject.of ridicule. Its would be poets and orators are laughed at , am the subjects its members discuss arc sometimes absurd and not well-timed. 3Jut great things have often come from these laughed at speakers in country literary societies or lyceums. Men who have made their first speeches in these lyceums have sometimes made their las in the halls of congress. Writers who have come timidly and tremblingly for ward to read their first essays in little country school-rooms have had the world for their stage and its delightec people for their hearers in after years. Every school district should have a literary society for the long winter even ings. It is a never failing source of en joyment and good is sure to come from it. Almost every neighborhood has read ers and thinkers who can discuss clearly and intelligently all topics of genera" interest. Every neighborhood has an organ anc singers , and if the music is not very goodtmd the singing not good at all , a desire may at least be awakened for something better. A taste for good reading , good music , good stories , good singing and for good an all things has been created in coun try lyceums. .Ridiculous things may be said and done , but a very wise man once wrote. "He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition. " The amusing things of life play a most important part in bringing about fneral happiness and general good. rery man and every woman is better for a hearty laugh once in a while. A literary society for young people , and particularly for youug people living in quiet , rural districts should have an element of fun in it ; and happily this element is seldom missing in such so cieties. Youth's Companion. The Pope and Music. Pope Leo XTTT. has issued a series oj regulations for sacred music which wil ] have a marked effect when they are ex tended to Catholic churches of this coun try , where the organist has exercised considerable latitude in adaptations and selections. For instance , one rule-for bids the playing of "polkas , waltzes , quadrilles and galops. " Such music is undoubtedly improper in church , but there have been times during the cele bration of some special feast when it appeared to me that the organ was peal ing forth strains less solemn in charac- acter than anthems , and not altogether unlike .certain dance music. Another rule prohibits "love and comic songs. There seems to be no necessity for in junction against the latter class of songs , but has it never struck any of my read ers that they have heard the choir tenor singing to sacred words a hymn that was reminiscent of Claribel or Millards. Then , too , "Dreamy eyes that haunt me still , " and the waltz songfrom jNanon , ' make beautiful hymns. National airs are also forbidden by the pope , and all vocal music composed upon theatrical or profane themes. This closes the organ to selections from the operas , and WU1 affect the organist at St. Xavier's church. Another rule forbids music of such inordinate length that mass is pro longed beyond the prescribed limit of noon. This comes as a relief to the con gregation , and if the pope would add a like injunction in regard to sermons , there would be more pleasure in attend ing high mass. Finally , big drums , cymbals , pianos and instniments used by street musicians are ruled out of church. A grateful people will also give thanks for the coarollary , which discountenances the improvisation of voluntaries by the organists , for it is a fatal habit on their part to turn their fingers loose on the keys and set the sen sitive hearing wild witli note races and the wild screaming of the treble. St. Louis Spectator. Instances of Business Ambition. It is a matter of greatpride with many 'that when they die their houses will go = on under the same name they gave to 4hem. It was a frequent boast of the ilate James' Gordon Bennett that when &e died it would not be necessary to change the name of the proprietor at the head of the editorial page of the Heralti , as kis son and successor bore the same name. Years before , while still in the old Nassau and Fulton street building , he liad given orders that the door of the office should never be closed nor the publication of the paper sus pended for any cause. The original Harper Brothers had this same desire in the later years of then : lives. I have heard Fletcher Har per say with evident gratification that the business of the house was such that it would not be possible to suspend work entirely on the death of cither member , and that there were song enough of the original four to perpetuate the firm title ot Harper & Brothers almost indefinitely. I am told that JJobert Bonner is en gaged in making a curious provision for continuing the Sew York Ledger after his death in the same style in which he has been conducting it for about thirty years. He holds , so I understand , that it will take his successor fully three years to learn his methods so as to se lect the class of literary material which has given the Ledger its peculiar suc cess. He has , therefore , begun to col lect extra material with the design of securing enough to last three years after his death. Already about enough copy for one year , or fifty-two numbers , has been accumulated. New York Trib une. A Well-Known Judge. One of the Judges of the Supreme Court of Texas happened to be Travel ing in England. In London he made the acquaintance of one of the most in telligent lawyers of that city. After the man from Texas had answered several questions the Englishman asked : "Where do you reside ? " "In Texas. ' * "And what is your occupation ? " "I am one of the Supreme Court Judges. " "Oh , yes ; I've read a great deal about jou. Your name is Lynch , is it not ? " Texas Sif tings. . He that would cat the kernel must crack the nut Uncertainty of Literature. Why is it that young writers harp so persistently on minor chords ? Where there is one poem on home and sun shine and happy life , there are a dozen which moan over blasted hopes ( at 22) ) , twilight by the moaning sea , withered leaves , ana other subjects of a more or less melancholly nature. Very few wholesome , cheery , religious verses are offered , nearly all expressing the writer's praiseworthy resignation under calami ties which never happened , and his ex treme anxiety to turn back upon the earth , which he designates as a "vale" or a "desert. " The same is apt to be true of prose offerings. All editors will unite in saying that the rarest and most difficult short sketch to procure is a racy , well-written , Thanksgiving or Christmas story , while the themes of hopeless love and early death are dwelt upon with avidity. By far the most numerous class of short stories offered to magazines and week lies is that of juvenile sketches. . It is a popular fallacy that while it takes a genius to write a society novel , anybody can tell stories to children. While this delusion , for such it certainly is , ha's been productive of a great deal of good juvenile work , by drawing efforts of writers to that field , it also overloads the mail-bags with a vast amount of in anity intended , to nourish the youthful imagination and appease its pangs for intellectual entertainment. Try to read one of these stories aloud to half a dozen mischievous boys and girls and see whether it holds them. There's the real taste. At the bottom of all , the real fact is that the literary market is overcrowded , the surplusage being largely composed of those who , as Holmes says , mistake laziness for inspiration. Half a century ago the case was different. In the first place , literary work was then poorly paid , as may be seen by the 85 checks Hawthorne and Longfellow received for some of their finest productions , and secondly , the natural consequence was that there was but little really good writing. Again , many of the fields which were then open to writers have been since trampled over until their flowers are all plucked , and their turf plowed up for corn and beans. Altogether literature is , as has been well said , a most uncertain staff. While , however , there is much in the present condition of things to discourage those who are preparing themselves for this work , it is to bo remembered that there is a constant demand , even in the edito rial offices of our largest magazines and papers , for bright , wholesome , earnest articles , stories and poems on subjects that tend to cheer and amuse as well as elevate. Of such the market is never full. Boston Globe. Ugly Girls. No woman likes to be homely , and she who is born a beauty is fortunate indeed. But let not the plain , or even the ugly girl despair of acquiring a sufficient amount of beauty to render lier attractive. When a woman loses a desire to please she loses half her charms. Nothing is more conducive to beauty than cheerfulness and good hu mor , and no sickly or unhappy woman can be good natured or cheerful. Every woman ought to understand that noth ing short of positive deformity can make her utterly unattractive , provided she will study her points ; and points of attractiveness every wo man has. A thoroughly graceful manner can be acquired by any woman , and is a powerful charm. The best grace is perfect naturalness. Still you must study yourself and form your manners by the rule of that art , which is but the carrying out of the rules of nature. But if it is nature to be forev er assuming some unpicturesque , un graceful art , pray help nature with a ittle art. If you are stout , avoid the smallest chair in the rcom ; if you are ; hin , do not carry yourself with your chin protruding "and your spinal column curving like the bowl of a spoon. Do not wear flimsey materials made up with a ruffle or flounce to fill up the hard outlines of your bad figure so cruelly defined by the tightly pulled > ack draperies. Study the art of dress. Hie plainest woman can dress so taste- ully as to make it an absolute pleasure - o look at her. If you have been mop- ng until you are sick with the wretched icresy that you are cruelly ill-favored and hopelessly homely , cast the idea to lie winds , gird yourself with courage and determination , be up and doing , lay iege to possibilities , go forth valiantly , and conquer. California Maverick. Third-Class Matter. "Ef it ain't writtin' an' it ain't print- in' , wat kinder stamps do you put on ? " queried an urchin , whose head barely reached to the window ledge , at the postoffice yesterday. The clerk at the stamp window smiled at the youngster's question and winked in evident enjoyment at the bystanders. Then he said : "Sonny , I suppose you've got third- class matter ? " "I dunno , " was the dubious reply. The clerk laughed and repeated his winks at the interested spectators who had overheard the dialogue. "Well , " he said finally , and mimick ing the boy's manner , "ef it ain't writ- tin' an' it ain't printin' , I guess we'll have to call it third-class matter and send it along for you pretty cheap. What does it weigh ? " "Nuthin' , " said the boy , and his mouth stretched into a grin that threat ened to fracture his ears. "Nothing ? " repeated the clerk. "Yump , muttered the boy , reefing his smile slightly. "In that case , then , sonny , " said the clerk , with hilarious amination , "we'll send your package through for noth- ing. " "Sure pop ? ' questioned the boy , as he edged back a little from the window. "Sure pop , " repeated the clerk. "I S'edge the honor of the government , and over the matter that weighs noth- ing. " "Here it is , mister , " and the boy pushed an inflated toy balloon through the window opening. "Mind yer , I'll hold the gov'ment 'sponsiblc yer said so. " And then the boy and the spec tators , did the laughing and the wink ing and the clerk devoted himself to chunks of language which weighed more than the mailable four pounds al lowed bj ISLW. Philadelphia Press. TAILOR TOPICS. "Will Tliero Bo a 2few Generation of Clotlies-SIalters ? So much time and attention have been given of late to the all-absorbing topic of fashionable attire for the male s"ex that it would seem eminently proper eventually for some enterprising pub lisher to launch forth a magazine'espe cially devoted to their whimsical wants and ideas. The magazine would have to be conducted upon the same plan oi those designed for the fairer sex , and this of itself would be a novelty , if noth ing more. Columns are devoted to the matter in almost every paper in the country , and at this rate woman , who has unquestionably held the fashiona ble field , stands' chance of being crowded out to make room for the other darlings. There is a class , however , who smile complacently at this probable turn in affairs , and who chuckle to themselves in delightful anticipation. They are the tailors those squatty figures , who perch on a bench after the manner of a Turk , deep in the mystery of shaping coats and pants for aspiring youth. "I tell you , what , though , " said a pop ular tailor ; "there is going to be an alarming scarcity of clothes-makers pretty soon. At the present day , no one wants to be a tailor. Nobody wants to learn the trade. It's almost'impos sible to get an apprentice , and I .ven ture to say that when the present gener ation of tailors dies off there'll proba bly be no one left to undertake the business. Did you ever see a youns man making a pair of breeches ? I don . think you have. Nearly all are old hands with no successors when they shuffle off. A great many applicants don't want to do anything "but cutting , and most of them are botches. There has been quite a falling off , too , in the number of tailors recently. Do others take their places ? Not often , and when they do soon quit in disgust. There is only one alternative , as far as lean see , and that is for women to take the mat ter in hand when no men are left. This event may be long distant. But it is extremely probable , nevertheless. " "Can a woman equal a tailor in mak ing clothes for men ? " "I never heard of any. If they're in existence they must be very scarce. Some wo'men can make shirts and pants for youngsters , but I never knew one to tackle a coat or vest. And I'll bet you that a man or boy couldn't be persuad ed to wear them after they were made. However , men should accustom them selves to women-made garments , for I think it will only be a few years when the task will devolve upon them entire ly. " "Heretofore , " he continued , "it has been regarded as a distinction between tailor-made and manufactured clothes that the pants of the former were press ed out round and smooth , without any crease down the leg. But it seems that the manufacturers have caught on to this , and now their pants are also press ed smooth by tailors employed for that purpose. If , upon reaching their desti nation , they still retain a crease caused from packing , the dealer to whom they are consigned makes any alteration that may be necessary to suit the purchaser. What must then be done ? I see that in New York all the tailors purposely make a crease down the legs of pantaloons in order to again distinguish them from store clothes. The whole thing natur ally looks absurd , but there must be a distinction. What other follies did you say ? They arc too numerous to men tion. If he simply gave his order and chose the cloth and style there would be no trouble. But he wants the breeches to fit just so and so around th'e leg and to delicately fall over the feet. And the coat must not have a wrinkle. The shoulders , however , receive more at tention than the whole business. They must be systematically padded , and to do this well requires great skill. This feature of the coat has the greatest charm imaginable to the happy possessor. Many hollow-chested persons , with stooping shoulders , have the shoulders padded to make them square and give tho body an upright position. This will account for some of the finely formed men you encounter daily , and if you took their co"ats off you would find about an inch and a half of padding on each shoulder. It is perfectly reasonable to wish to improve a defective form by artificial methods. But the matter of padding is carried to such an extreme that it becomes disgusting. What about skin tight pants ? I think their day is almost over , though it is hard to say what will take their place. Yes , sir , " repeated the tailor man , as he re sumed his squatting position , "our race is almost run , anil unless more men learn the business there'll be a panic for pants one of these days. " Galveston News. "Pressed Every Week. Full many a hat upon a woman's Lead , Looms up quite like a tower , as you see. But many a man has naughty cuss words said Behind that tall hat at a matinee. QoodaWs Daily Sun. Full many a feather on a woman's hat , Once loomed up on a rooster's keel , Full many a seal skin covered once a cat , Good gracious , sakes ! How big us women feeL Gorham's Mountaineer. Full many a woman has no hat , Nor yet a feather or gew-gaw , But she could mop the floors , mind that , \Vith jokers about mother-in-law. Albert Maple Leaf. Kb Time to Bead. "My dear , you haven't cut out the leaves of the magazine I brought home last week. " "Fred , I haven't time to read. See how I am getting along with my rick- rack. " "Yes , dear. You've worked steadily at it every evening this week , haven't you ? " "Yes. " "There's about five yards of it , isn't there ? " "Yes. " "You can buy it in the store for about two cents a yard , can't you ? " "Yes. " "That would be ten cents , wouldn't it ? I regard it as a wonderful freak of economy. The gas , the tax on you eyes , the superiority of rick-rack over a well stored mind , the- " "Fred , you're just too mean for any thing. " Philadelphia Call. MLICENT'S PUPIL. What a summer that was at Scalp Level , when we all had the art fever , and. organized our sketching club ! Despite our lof tly aspirations , it was a very jolly affair , and we managed to have a good time generally. But one afternoon stands out with peculiar dis tinctness in my memory. We were off to the woods on a kind of aesthetic picnic. , or what Jule called a "sketching janibovee. " Our party was a large one , bur , though there was always more or less of a scattering out of doors , Milicent Leigh was the only one who had a trick of slipping off by herself in quest of beauties which no one else could discover. On this particular afternoon she was seated alone on a rustic bridge , making a sketch of a prostrate tree that lay just at the water's edge. "There ! " she murmured , laying down her book.'That's the prettiest I've done this season. " fc The words had scarcely left her lips ere she gave a low cry and started to her feet in alarm. A cold nose had just been impudently thurst into her face , and the same moment she confronted a big brown dog , whose mate was dashing through the underbrush not fifty yards away. Milicent stood for a moment in the most abject terror , and her apprehensions hardly lessened when she saw the owner of the dogs emerge from the brush with a gun over his shoulder. He had a big bushy brown beard , and with his gray slouch hat pulled over his eyes , he might easily have passed for a villain. As he caught sight of the dogs he put a silver whistle to his lips and called them. Still he advanced toward Milicent , and she took a backward step with half a mind to run away. ' The same instant she glanced around , and was conscious that her hat was gone. "Oh ! " she exclaimed , starting for ward again , for she saw it bobbing up and down on the surface of the water. lady to go there , " the gentleman said "I guess we had better go , " Milicen observed , turning to Jule , and makm ; a motion to lay aside the gossamer. "Keep it on , " said the gentleman "You will need it , and I am going to walk over to the farm house myself. " So they started all three together. Mrs. Pointdextcr and the rest of us were already seated on the broad old fashioned piazza when they came hurry ing up out of the rain. Not being a prey to alarm , we coul ( judge dispassionately of the gentle man's appearance , and all of us though him decidedly good-looking in short quite "sketchable. " "Ask him if he'd mind posing , Mrs Pointdexter , " Mabel Waring said in French , when the stranger had seatec himself like the rest of us to wait for the passage of the storm. "Dear knows how long we may have to stay here and I'm sure he'd make a fine sketch he and his dogs. " The moment she had spoken she hat regretted it , for she saw the stranger understood French. Ho turned with perfect ease of manner , and said : "I shall be happy to do so. Shall I stand or sit ? " Mabel was so confused that she could not answer. "Sit " Jule , replied good-naturedly "if it is not too much of a bore. " "Not at all , " he said , glancing to ward our chaperon. "I could move mountains in the name of Pointdex ter. " "You know the name , then ? " queried Jule as he set us the example of getting out our pencils and books. "It is the name of my best friend , Anthon Pointdexter of Boston. " Jule jumped up and grasped the stranger's hand. ' Do you know him ? " he cried eager ly"As "As well as myself. " "Mother ! " Jule exclaimed turning to Mrs. Pointdexte-r. "This gentleman is a friend of Anthon's. Are you from Boston , sir ? " The stranger drew out a card and handed it to Jule , and while he was reading the name , "NeilHallcck , " and passing it to his mother , the stranger "DON'T BE FOOLISH JIILICEXT. " The owner of the dogs saw it , too. ' "After it , Czar ! " he cried. "Quick , sir ! For shame ! Don't you know bet ter than to startle a lady so ? " The moment he spoke Milicent breath ed more freely , for the tone of his voice was reassuring. "I am very sorry the dogs frightened 7011 , " he saitl , lifting his hat politely. "They don't understand the courtesies. " Milicent made some faint reply as she watched the big brown setter swim out into the middle of the stream after her hat. hat."I "I hope it's not hurt , " said the strang er , anxiously , as he restored it to her. "I fniess not , " Milicent answered. "Thanks ! " "I am afraid it will be more thorough ly drenched than it is before you get home , " he said. "It is going to rain. " She glanced up at the little patches of sky visiblebetween the trees , saw that there was a thunderstorm brewing. "I had not noticed it , " she said in dismay. "Have you far to go ? " "Yes indeed , I don't know. I have some friends somewhere in the woods. " "That is rather an indefinite loca tion , " said the stranger smiling. "I left them at the waterfall , " Mili- 3ent explained , beginning to feel that the man was not positively dangerous. A few drops splashed down on their faces. "I wouldn't advise you to go back- there , we are going to have a heavy storm , and youhad better go at once to the nearest farmhouse. Allow me. " He drew forth his gossamer coat from his game-bag and threw it around her shoulders. "I dont know the way , " she. stam mered , making'a futile effort to decline his protection. "If you will come with me " he Began , and then Jule came dashing through the brush crying : "Miss Milicent ! Miss Milicent ! I've been hunting for you everywhere. Come ! It's going to rain , and they have all gone off to the farm house. " Then he stopped in astonishment at the sight of tfce broad-shouldered stranger and his two dogs. "I have just been advising the young drew forth a letter addressed to himself in a fine scholarly hand. " 1 had a letter from Anthon this very morning , " he said , handing it to Jule , who read it with much pleasure. It proved to be in the warmest terms of familiar friendship , and was so strong an evidence of the stranger's good character , that ho was at once re ceived with open arms. The posing was forgotten in the cozy chat which ensued. "Are you going to stay at Scalp Level all the summer ? " Mrs. Pointdex ter asked ; and when Mr. Hallcck as sented , she added : "Then , of course you must join our sketching club. Per haps you object to dabbling in art ? But you must draw a little , or we won't ad mit you. " "But what if I can't ? " Mr. Hallcck queried. "Miss Leigh will teach you , " Julo hastened to say ; she sketches much better than any "of the rest of us. In deed she is not altogether an amateur. She has had two pictures at the Acad emy. " Mr. Halleck glanced half quizzically at Miliccnt's fair face , which was cov ered with blushes at this praise. It seemed to him that he would rather like to be the pupil of such a percep- tress. "If Miss Leigh would only undertake my tuition , " he said humbly ; "I sup pose a man can be a hunter and an art ist , too ? " "You don't look as though you had a very rcsthetic temperament , " she said , looking up with a laugh , and then down again as she remembered how he had frightened her at first ; "but perhaps I can give 3011 some idea of perspective. " "I'm sure you can give me a great many ideas , * ' he said , taking off his hat with so profound a reverence that every one laughed. It rained all the afternoon , and we couldn't go out again ; but the next morninjr'we started out bright and ear ly and Mr. Halleck went with us. After that Milicent was not so free to wander off by herself. She had a pupil who seemed bent on exacting her full tune and atten tion. It was four weeks after we had had this addition to our club , and Mr. Hal leck was now a familiar friend. He was one of the brightest , most con * vival spirits I evermotjbutalas ! itseem- ed quite impossible for him to draw straight line. His trees-seemed to bo all toppling over , his bridges were bowed , and lu had no more perspective in his land scapes than a born Japanese. ' "I'm afraid vou will never be a Raphael or a Titian , Mr. Halleck , " Milicent said one afternoon as she Sat looking over some of his recent dijor- tions. f He was lying full length on the grass , apparently "indifferent to his future , ex cept as it was connected with the fate of tho girl before him. Obviously if he was not learning to draw"he was learning something else. else.Milicent Milicent fluttered tho leaves of the sketch book , and glanced ruefully "at its contents. As she did so a piece of paper fell out on the grass. Mr. Hallcck reached out his hand for it ; but Milicent had picked it up and was looking at it in astonishment. It was a leaf of water-color tablet , and contained an exquisite little sketch of herself. "Did you do it ? " she asked in sur prise. " * ' "Yes no ! " he answered hastily. "Let me see it ? " "No , you can't have it ! " she cried , holding it high above , her head. It doesn't belong to you , I am sure. You never could have done it. It is perfect in its way ; but it is entirely too llattering. Who painted it Mr. Hal leck ? " "I did , " he said , snatching tho hand K , ( that held it. "I painted it under an in I , spiration. You know such things hap pen occasionally. Give it to me , Mili cent ; I waut both the sketch and the original. " "You can't have it " , she said saucily , but looking away to hid what shone in her eyes. "I must , " he said , in a low tone. "I cannot live without you. Dar lingBut But then Jule's voice was heard near calling : "Miss Milicent , Miss Milicent ! Here- mother said you were to read this right - * v * " ' 'I ' - " - I away. He came up with a letter in his hand , but like a sensible fellow he grasped the situation and left as soon as he had exe cuted his commission. Mr. Halleck was naturally provoked at the interruption to his wooing. He looked away with a vexed ex ' f'\ pression while Milicent glanced over the letter Mrs. Pointdexter had sent her. her.It was signed , "Your son , Anthon , " i and began : "Mr DEAR MOTHER I have just re turned to Boston after a three weeks' absence at Mount Desert. Hence my delay in answering yours from Scalp Level. I am delighted to learn that you have met Halleck. He is one of the best fellows I know , and is considered by the Boston Society of Artists one of the rising stars of this country. He has exhibited in Paris and London , and car ried off a medal in the latter place. Tho \ Athenccum says he he is destined to found a distinct school of art in Amer ica. He is only a beginner'as yet , but his first attempts have been uniformly brilliant , " and so on over several page of eulogy. , 'n The letter dropped from Milicent's hand. "You you deceived us ! " she cried in a choking voice. "You allowed me to to attempt to teach you. Oh , what a fool I've made of myself ! " She burst into tears of vexation , and covered her face with her hands. "Don't be angry , darling , " he whis pered , gathering her in his arms. "I did not mean " "Lot me go ! " she cried passion ately ; "I cannot endure the sight of you. " His face paled for an instant , and ho would have released her , buthe changed his mind , and drawing her closely to him , y J' ho said gravely : > "Don't be foolish , Milicent. I had no thought of deceiving you at first. It was only when it was suggested that you should teach me that 1 snatched at an excuse for being always near you. Surely you can forgive such a subter fuge. 1 love you , Milicent. Tell me that you are not angry with me. I cuu- not bear your displeasure. " For a few moments Milicent strug gled feebly in his arms , but his elo quence quieted her at last. It was more self-shame than any other feeling that overpowered her. She had told him that he had not tho temperament of an artist ; that he never could learn to draw well ; that he had no eye for color , etc. , etc. Never once had it entered her head that he was the young Bostonion about whom the art world was in ecstasies. . "Forgive mo , darling ! " he bended. "What a silly thinjr you must think me ! " she sobbed. "I think you're an angel ! " ho an swered warmly. "And as for talent , dearest , you have quite as much as I have. It only needs cultivation. " Perhaps this mollified her , for she dried her eyes or allowed him to and smiled as she said : "To think you were making all thos < absurdly crooked trees on purpose. It's too ridiculous. " He laughed. "But you haven't told me , ' ' said ho "Will you marry me , Milicent ? " What she said then is not known ; but he must finally have won her con sent , for in the Boston papers there ap peared the following winter a number of squibs to this effect : "Mr. Neil Halleck , the distinguished young artist of this city , was married last Wednesday to Miss Milicent Leigh of Pittsburg. It is understood that Mr. Halleck's bride has Considerable artistic talent , and the young couple will start on Saturday for Italy , where they propose to study art together. " Sweet Kevenge. It is all very well for New York cdi- : ors to poke fuss at country men whoblow out the gas when they go to bed , but the countryman has a terrible revenge when the city editor visits him in the summer and wants to find how celery > lants are grafted. Fall Hiver JLd- ; ance.