If * Sho Sells Ideas to Artists.
I | Aq ingenious girl has hit upon an In. .
J j -gcnious niothod of self-support. Somo-
J j ilmo ago sho was bitten by tho ama-
m. f Scur photographic mania and becamo an
\ -radept at catching picturesquo views.
K f With ono of thoso clovor littlo detect-
Kl i 3ve cameras sho amused herself when-
V ' ' -over fancy Jed her about the city picking
l Uioro an old apple woman , with skirts
f buttering and cape bonnet blown back
; * JJ an unkindly breeze. there a ragged
' < ciews-glrl with a bundlo of papers , yon
K * • KrouP of babies tumbling on tho grass
' . Jin tho pnrk and somowhero else an
; Italian woman with a huge bag of stale
j < crusts balanced on her hoacl , full ol
; sarlistic possibilities. Tho girl had
j -something of an artist's temperament
j - nd though sho could neither paint nor
* draw , sho had nn oyc for tho osscntiai
;
I ; features of a picture and for
M\ \ -what would or would not com-
Hi ' " > oso well. Many of hor pho-
Hi aographs wore really pictures , and bo-
' 3 e caught instantaneously preserved
all tho spirit , action and freshness of
I' 5ifc An artistic friend saw tiiem ono
day , and to her surprise offered to buy
lialf a dozen of tho best for sugges-
aions for studio work. Two or throe
-days' dwelling upon tho dea tinis giv-
H • - n hor bore fruir. Sho was in want of
.snonoy and resolved to turn what had
K | "keen play into work. She and her
: eamora aro out every sunny day , from
10 o'clock until 3 nowadays , and an
H l liour in tho "dark room" of an ovon-
juj ; brings out some of iho characler-
istic scenes of city life transferred to
iier negatives and ready to bo trans-
formed into casii. Her work has quito
-a. voguo among the studios , and clover
-suggestions arc often taken from it
. -She iiuds her best market for figure
pieces. An attitude , a smile , an ox-
{ n-ossion often serves as a revelation of
H . some queer phase of humanity and
H -supplies the missing somewhat that
H -someboby wanted to incorporate into
& . picture. Sometimes an artist gives
Jher a commission , naming the subject
H he is at work upon and asking her to
4r'n ? in a11 lno lliuts UP0U 5t tlmt su0
san find. New York Mail and Express.
H Her Caprices.
H 3. left mj little Isabel ,
H A damsel of sixteen ,
Hj .AH girlish , fair , and debonair ,
H Coquettish , too , I ween.
H Anon a year or two swept by ;
H In other lands I tarried ;
H Then to my home once more drew nich
. JIlo r fares sweet lijllu ? " queeried I ,
Quoth she , "Old frleud , I'm married. "
H .Again we parted ; I to rove
The marts of Europe over.
Pursuing trade , I grimly strayea
H 1'roui Amsterdam to Dover.
H ' -Of love for Belle I knew no lack ,
H * Was faithful to her onlv.
H I sought her home when I came bark ;
_ I found her dressed in somber black.
She sobbed , "I'm lorn and lonely. "
H "iA year she'll mourn , thought I ;
.Meanwhile on wealth I'll be intent ;
.1 will do well and offer Belle
Ht A fair establiscmeut.
H . Ill luck to woman's fickleness !
H For scarce a year 1 reckoned.
H 1 went to her with ] roud success ;
H 1 found her in a ballroom dress.
Quoth she , "Old friend , my second. "
Barry JJ. Smith , in Harper's Bazar.
H - -Heconstmctiug- Bastile.
H The Parisians have been treated to
B due spectacle of the restoration of a
H ovhole quarter of the old Paris of a cen-
H 'tury ago the quarter out of which tho
H revolution and the new ideas which
H' -govern modern France sprang , the quar
H < vter of tho Faubourg St. Anloine and that
H somber fortress and last strong hold of
H j5r < jnch absolute monarchy the Bas-
H ' .t.le. This is part of an elaborate
.series of reconstructions which will be
H -one of the features of the groat exhibi-
H lion of 18SS ; it being proposed to con-
H - .struct on both sides of the Seme from
a point nearly opposite the Palais do
H \JNLndustrie , and extending all the way
H down to tho Champs de Mars aud tho
H Trocadero , sections of old Paris as
H rwell as specimens of architecture ,
H nalatial and private , of d.fferent na-
H • lions. The main entrance to tho ex-
H . * 'iiibition is expected to be on tho
H • Champs Elysees , through the great
H * doors of tho Palais de 1'Industrie a
H foyful announcement to the foreigners
H with memories of previous exhibitions ,
H - waiting for cabs and horsecars. The
\ present exhibition of the Bastile and
H \ thd "Fanbourg St. Antoine was doubt-
Mess suggested by tho great success
which attended the great London ex-
I /nibitiou at Kensington during tho two
\sxhib' .tions of last year aud the pre-i
I vious year. S eio York Evening
Jftst.
I ' Things a Weil-Bred Lady Avoids.
I She never laughs or talks loudly in
I r public places.
She never turns round to look after
I uny ono when walking on the street.
I She novcr accepts a seat from a
gentleman in a street car without
I thanking him.
I Sho never accepts a valuable pre-
I csent from a gentleman acquaintance
I sinless engaged to him.
I She never wears clothing so singular
I - or striking as to attract particular
I attention in public.
I ho does not wear her monogram
I xbout her person or stick it over her
.letters and envelope ? .
She never snubs other young ladiest
• even if they happen to be less popular
or well favored than herself.
She does not allow gentlemen to join
ier on the street unless thoy are very
intimate acquaintances.
She never forgets her ball-room en
gagements or refuses to dance with'
. one gentleman and immediately
\.dances w.th another.
. She never speaks slightingly of her
Tuother , and says "she tlon ' t care
-whether her behavior meets with ma
ternal approbation or not. * '
Sho never takes supper or refresh-
raents at a restaurant with a gentleman
jsSVir attending the theatre unless
. - .accompanied by a lady much older
c han herself. Chicago Herald.
High Life in Arizona.
• "Miss Kacktus , " said the young man
• at the Arizonia ball , casually resting his
3iand on the butt end of his six-shooter ,
- * • [ believe-the next waltz is mine , isn't
it ? "
"I think you are mistaken , Mr.
Soundup , " said another young man
; srho was standing by , as he pointed in
< ' a. careless , easy manner at Miss Kack-
* - ius's card with a bowie knife eighteen
[ inches long , "my name is down for
\ , that waltz. "
[ . 4You are right , Mr. Lariat , " rejoiu-
| - eil Mr. Roundup , with his eyes on the
f * littering blade. Chicago Tribune.
I In the Cigar Store.
"
U . -Hcro is a cigar that I can cua
f tSdently recommend. " "ffm ! Woll. I
W. - < rness I'll try some other brand ; Pvo "
L wSccn in the cigar business myself
| .Sost Uranicript.
MTDOU
Ilovo ray dog n beautiful dog ,
llruvo and nlcrt for n rnce ;
Kcndy to frolic with baby or man )
Dlsniflod , too , In his pfuce.
I like his bark a kindly bark ,
Musical , honest and dcop ;
And bin swirling tail and his shaggy
coat
And his sudden , ' powerful leap.
Oh , novcr a corp'ulont pug for mo ,
Nor ii Bpitz with treacherous snap !
Novcr fttromblinp. pattering hound ,
Nor a poodlo to liveon my lap.
No sott lined basket for bed has Jack
Nor bib , nor luxurious plate ;
Buttho doorstop brown that he
guards so woll ,
And tho lawn aro his royal state.
No dainty lending ribbon of silk
My grand ; good dog shall fret ;
No golden collar needs ho to show
He's a very expensivo pet ;
But just my loving voico for a chain ,
Iliri bound at my slightest sign ,
And tho faith when we look in each
other's eyes
Proclaims that my dog is mine.
Ile'll nover bo carried in arras like a
babe ,
Nor bo dragged like a toyall a curl ;
For ho proudly knows ho's a dog ,
does Jack ,
And I'm not that sort of a girl.
Bchsio Hill , in St. Nicholas for
October.
o am
A Cottage By The Sea.
From the London Graphic.
Mr. Landon , ex-cotton spinner , had
good reason to hate the army. His
eldest daughter had married a gallant
young Hussar , who quickly spent her
fortune at Newmarket , and thereafter
vanished from the world's ken , leav
ing her neither widow nor maid. His
eldest son a great scamp , as tho sons
of steady business men often are en
tered a dragoon regiment , got into
some discreditable row , was tried by
Court-martial , dismissed tho service
and shot himself through the head the
the next day. His second daughter ,
Clara , was cruelly jilted by a guards
man , and died at Bournemouth a
year subsequently of a broken heart.
A second son at Woolwich-
was blown to pieces by a shell
which exploded in his hands while
he was examining it ; and last , but not
least , his own remaining child , his ewe
lamb , Lilly , evinced a remarkable pre
possession for the military. Tho
Grand Dutchess of Gerolstein wa3 not
fonder of soldiers than Lily Landon ;
but tin n she only saw them at a dis
tance , never at closed quarters. This
idos3'ncrasy was made all the mora
distressing to Mr. Landon from the
circumstances ot hi3 residing in a gar
rison town , which is a seaport as well.
He could not prevent Lily seeing sol
diers and officers going about their
duties , nor could ho abolish the regi
mental band which always made Mis3
Lily's blue eyes sparkle and caused
her unconsciously to assume some
thing of the audacious demeanor of a
vivandiere. All he could do was to
engage a distant relative as a duennai
but under a homely exterior this old
lady concealed a most romantic dis
position , with a singular belief in what
is now derided as chivalry. The
Barsetshire Kegiment , alias the Roy
al Bombardiers , was quartered at
Barmouth at this timeandan , exceed
ingly lively mess was one of the dis
tinctions of the regiment , two-thirds
of the members being young Irishmen.
It was currently reported that these
young gentlemen , ot good family , but
slender means , were the plague of the
adjutanteeoeraPs life.eo frequent were
the complaints and grievances that
arose from their racing , rowing , rat-
hunting and other proclivities and that
the commander-in-chief himself had
threatened to honor the two worst
scapegraces of them all with the dis
tinction ol a court-martial. The two
in question the head and front of all
this offending however , took life ri
otously , and were , indeed , on the high
road to Avernus , when the following
incidents occurred : They were close
alliesthese two ; so that they went by
the name of Castor and Pollux in the
regiment nicknames that will do just
as well as their real ones , which are
those of a noble Irish family.
Lieutenant Castor and Pollux , then ,
were walking down the High street ,
arm in arm , with very large cigars in
their mouths , and very small bull
tarriers at their heels , when Nick ,
alias Castor felt an electric thrill , so
to say , from the arm of his pall Dick
( Pollux ) , and from previous experi
ences at once concluded that there
was a pretty girl around. So there
was and a benign old lady , wreathed
in smiles , also.
"By George ! what an exceedingly
" Nick and "Looks
pretty girl , quoth ,
very solvent , " said more practical
Dick.
"Let us follow them and find out
where they live. "
The two ladies , who had evidently
been making some trifling purchases
in town , had turned their faces in the
direction of the suburbs , and were
now walking along the sea-shore , the
younger with a white fluffy poodle doc
in her arms. The officers followed at
a respectful distance , but the bull ter
riers were in earnest in their endeavors
to make the acquaintance of the fluffy
noodle. PerhaD3 this accounted for
one or the ladies * Knowledge ot wnat
was going on behind them.
"Let us ask them to call off their
dog , " said Lily ; "I am sure they are
officers of the Bombardiers.
"Not for the world , not for the
world , my dear , " replied the duenna ;
"not that I have any doubt about
their gallantry ; the chivalrous sense
of honor of these brnve men who die
for their country , and fpr England ,
home and beauty ; but think what
your papa would say , with his singu
lar antipathy to warriors. Oh , no ,
never ; let us hurry on , or they may ,
perhaps , be too assiduous.in their de
voirs. "
They did hurry on to the heaven of a
pretty bijou cottage in red brick
and stone gables , standing among
laurels in its own grounds , and a
stone's throw from the sea , into which
there jutted a boat pier , with a boat at
the end of it. The two ladies disap
peared through the green gate , but
Castor managed to catch a Parthian
glance of a pair of very bright
sapphire blue eyes ; while Pollux
was saluted with a series of
barks , the poodle , who , now believ
ing himself at home and safe from ter
riers , struccled violently m his mis
tress' arms in the vain pretense of de
siring to annihilate them both at
nnre.
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"A doosld neat little crib , " observ'
ed Pollux , staring at tho bow win
dow. "Just the kind of a little boa
one would like to dawdle away a sum
mer in , if ono had $3,000 a year , in
stead of only 1,000 farthings. "
"Yes , and with those two oyes tc
rival tho billows , " mused Castor , who
was sentimentnljCoraparatiyely speak
ing."I
"I should think now , " continued
Pollux , "that it would not be unseem
ly to knock at the door and inquire il
Mr. Smith lives here ? That would
tell us who the charmer is , at all
events. "
"Capital ! Let us enter forthwith. "
But when the two young men knock
ed and rang the bell , they became
aware , to their surprise , of a
great commotion within. There
was a noise of a chain being put
across the door , a hurrying of feet ,
and a clatter of iire-irons , and above
all the din the poodle barked furious.
iy."Officersl"
"Officersl" some ono cried in an
angry voico. "On no account let
them in. "
A window above the porch was now
thrown up , and an elderly man with
a very lone face and very white whis
kers desired the young men to be
gone.
"Does Mr. Smith live here , sir ? " in
quired Pollux , with his best and
most courteous manner.
"No , sir , he does not. This is a lu
natic asylum , and I am a mad doc
tor. If you value your liberty you
will bo gone. No one is allowed to
enter here , aud especially no faugh !
soldiers. "
"Is the young lady a patient we
just saw go in ? " asked Castor , sur
prised.
"Yes , sir , she is. Mad as a hatter.
Homicidal mania. Don't you ever at
tempt to speak to her , or she may cut
your throat. Carries a carving-knife
in her muff. Here , John , show these
hum gentlemen out. "
The window went down with a bang ,
and a tall footmancoming round from
th6 rear of the housepolitely escorted
the officers to the gate.
"I say , John , " quoth Pollux , twid
dling a sovereign between the fingers of
his lavender kids , "who's that old
bloke , eh ? "
• J ohn regarded the goldattentively
with one eye. "That's Mr. Landon ,
hisself. Horful rich , but vulgar. He's
made jhjs monev jp trade , you see , so
you muse excuse him. "
"And the girl , John ; what about the
young lady ? " asked Castor excitedly.
"That's our daughter , a namiable
but 'aughty young 'ooman. No fol
lowers allowed , " said John significant
ly. "Specially the milingtary. "
"But why , John , why ? "
"Can't say , sir , I'm sure. I only
state facks. Now , sir , I must go back.
If Mr. Landon was to see me , I'd lose
my place. Thank you , sir , thank you ;
very sorry , but must lock the gate , "
which he did.
And they were locked out on the
dusty road forthwith.
As Castor pensively turned home
wards he saw something white , like a
handkerchief , wave from a top window.
His spirits rose with a bound , and ,
singular enough , he never mentioned
the circumstance to his dear friend
Pollux.
Ah ! if he had but known that this
was only a frisky freak of Miss Vizard ,
the duenna , into whose head there
suddenly came a phantasy of a dis
tressed damsel in a turret and of two
young knights attempting her rescue.
The circumstances , however , was
enough to fan the spark the bolt
from the blue in Castor's bosom to a
flame , while , as for his friend , he
walked on , wrapt in contemplation of
John's allusion to Mr. Landon's
wealth and "wulgarity. "
Next day , and next daand the
next , the two friends strolled down to
Marine Villa , and smoked many cigars
on the little pier , but to no purpose.
No one came out of the little green
gate , and no one went in ; nevertheless
they enjoyed a beautiful view of the
drawing-room windows.
"It's not satisfying , you know , "
said Castor , "but it is better than
nothing , seeing where she is. "
* 'I tell you what , my dear fellow , "
said Pollux ; "this can't go on nohow.
I must have money , tor the duns are
all down on me in shoals , and my re
spected progenitor is in the same fix
as nivself. since all his tenants down
at Castle Pollux reluse to pav him the
• rint/ "
"Hang your filthy lucre ! j only
want her eyes. "
"It strikes me , my child , that you
are very far gone. But sitting here
smoking wont do us much good in the
way of either optics or rupees. The
question is , how to get in. "
"I am sure she is kind-hearted , "
said Castor. "See how she hugged
that poodle lucky dog ! "
"Come ! That's good , " cried Pollux.
• • Happy thought ; let us test it. " .
"How ? "
* This way , sonny. You tumble in
to the water here , off this pier , and
I will plunge in and rescue you. Man
overboard ] Great sensation , you
know. Gallant conduct ! Carried in
to the drawing-room by John.
Smelling-bottles , brandy ; put to bed !
Bless you , my children , 20,000
down , and ' 20,000 more at my death !
Old man now and can't live long !
Upon my word , it's glorious , " cried
Pollux enthusiastically.
"Except for one thing , " returned his
friend , sarcastically ; "that you might
drown here and be blessed , for any
one that would see you from the
house. "
"Now , my dear child , vou are the
veriest tyro I ever met. As if I have
not the charmer peeping at us through
the lace curtains at the centre win
dow this half hour past. Looking at
me , remember , not you , my boy. "
"By Jove ! " starting up , "you don't'
say so ! Where ? "
"There ! You've gone and done it
now ! She's scuttled off like a mouse.
That conies of wearing an eyo-glass
you can't see. "
"I can see that you have arranged
this plot very nicely for yourself , my
dear Pollux. 1 am to fall in and be
the duffer that gets drownpd , while
you are to be the hero , the bravo
preserver , and so forth no , thank
you. "
"But think of the pity a corpse ex
cites , and the brandy and water , and
that blue-eyed charmer putting hot
stockings her own , perhaps full of
salt to your poor feet. "
"Ay , my good Pollux , and of your
whispering into her ears all the time.
No , the sorra a bit of me will be the
corpse. You may , if you like. "
i "Well as you say yourself , it is bet
ter than nothing. I'll be the damp ,
moist , unpleasant body , but it's no
use to-day. There's a flutter in the
dovecote , and we may just as well go
home to lunch" which they did.
The next day was Sunday , - and
there was only early church parade.
? WiBjBRiT tfyiir
[ . - ]
'The two ynunr-i oiilc'ers strolled dorrr
to the cottage by the sea , and having
taken up their positions at the end ol
tho pier , began to smoke as usual ,
The bells were ringing for church and
tho morning was a fine one in the
merry month of May. Presently they
say a solemn procession issuing from
tho green gate headed by Mr. Landon ,
who , in figure and features , was re
markably like Mr. Hablot Browne's
pictures of Mr. Dombey in the novel
of that name. Mr. Landon , Miss
Vizard , two maid servants , a coach
man , a page , and John , the footman ,
with two out-door servants , formed
the cortege. They all carried large
prayer books , and were in their go-to-
meeting raiment. Miss Lily , was not
there nor the poodle. Miss Landon
had developed quite a fondness for
the sea of late , and was never tired oi
watching its varying moods so like
those of a woman fromhsr window.
"I " said Pollux when the
say , , pro
cession had gone past some time ,
"there she is behind the drawing-room
curtain. Fortune favors us ; the
house is empty ; now is the time for
our littlo comedy ! " So saying he walk
ed to the very edge and looked into
tho sea. "But look here , chappie ! It
would never do for you to save me ,
for you would not have the nous to
carry the farce through. Come , no
hesitation ; in you go. " And suiting
the action to the word , he sent Mr.
Castor with a souse into the water.
Miss Landon saw it all from tho win
dow , and so did the poodle. The lat
ter barked disapprobation of tho
whole proceeding , but his mistress
trembled with fear and excitement.
"Good gracious ! " she said to her
self. "Are those two handsome young
officers quarreling about me , and will
there be murder ? Oh , my ! No ! See ,
one of them throws off his coat and
dashes his hat on the ground !
He plunges into the boiling
waves to save his drowning
friend. The waters close over them !
Brave man ! Oh , dear , I can't stand
this ! Cook ! Cook ! Come here , run , run
directly. "
The cook , a fat Irish woman , with a
red face and reddish hair , came puff
ing and blowing to the foot of tho
stairs.
"Oh , cook ! run quick and save them !
Two officers ! Drowning there at the
pier. Oh , run.run quick , cook.please. "
"Is it sogers , they ? Bedad , thin ,
the divil a fear of them. Sure , indeed ,
I was coorted.by a sergeant meself ,
aud , sez he , sez he " "
But Miss Landon could not wait to
hear honest Bridget's reminiscences.
She sped out of ( he house and down
to the pier , the poodle barking furi
ously in front.and Bridget puffing like
a female locomotive in the rear.
They reached tho beach just in time
to meet the two dripping officers com
ing out of the water. If Miss Landon
had not been so excited .she might
have thousiht it sinaular that the
drowned man was riding on the oth
er's back , and that , though his eyes
were shuthe , seemed to cling vigorous
ly to his friend's neck.
But she neither noticed this nor any
thing else , in her efforts to emulate
Grace Darling on that coast.
"Oh ! I saw vou fall into the water.
1 am so glad , " she stammered incon
sistently. "How brave of vou ; but
will he die ? "
Pollux shook his head meaningly-
like Lord Bacon in tho play.
"It all depends on the promptness ol
the measures. If we could only put
him to bed at once now. "
' Oh , brine him into the house. My
name is Lily Mss ; Brandon , you
know and I'm sure pa will not be
angry when it is a matter of life and
death. "
" 'Deed thin , but he'd be a naygur if
he was anything elsesaid Bridget.
Chuckling at the success of his ex
periment , Pollux , who was a young
athlete , ran his friend at the double
quick intothe cottagewhile the two
women followed at their best pace be
hind in much perturbation.
"Ye must put him into the master's
own bed , " quoth Bridget , whowas the
only servant left this Sunday in the
house , "and give him plenty of rum
and brandy. That'swhat cures the
sogers , as Sergeant HeavysLirn many
and many's the time"
"Take him up to Papa's roamUp
the stairs to the rightCan I do any
thing , sir ? Oh , please tell me ! "
"He should have hot stockings-
of salt to his legs and feetr " said Pol
lux gravely.
"Would Bridgets do ? " ' she inquired
eagerly. "She wears blue wooleuers , .
very warm and thick "
"I think , " said Polluxshaking his
head , "that lisle thread , six : sixes ,
would suit his complaint better , "
She blushed , for she saw he was re
garding her boots. After this , though
anxious to be of every assistance , she
did not seem to be of very much afraid
of fatal consequences rom the acci
dent.
In the midst of the to do , , while
Bridget was cooking rum and water
and lemons , and freauentlv tastins
the mixture in the kitchen , and while
Castor was carefully tucked into Mr.
Landon's bed by his friend , who had
enrobed himself in Mr. Landon's dress
ing gown and nether garments , the
aforsaid procession returned from
church. Lily flew down the stairs like
a bird , but not quicker than the indig
nant poodle.
"Oh , papa , dear ! Only think. They
were all but drowned , when we saved
them ; that is , I and Cook. Oh , wasn't
it a mercy ? The two officers ! They
are in your bed ! "
She brust into tears , as girls do un
der sudden excitement.
"Two officers , and in my bed ! " ex
claimed her father wrathfully. "What
does this mean ? Are you mad ? "
"Indeed and indeed , then she's not , "
observed Bridget to the astonished
groupe. "And where should the poor
craytur be , and he an illigant Iri-h-
man , a son of Lord Castor , as fine
a man as ever stepped , that lived be-
yant the bog , if not ; in the best bed ?
And his friend , that's as good as a
wet nurse , wid him , and an Irish gen
tleman , too , as he told me himself ,
when he took the sup of brandy from
me own hands , Mrs. Bridget , ' sez he ,
• did yez ever hear of Sir Giles Pollux ,
of Castle Pollux ? ' sez he , and 'Degor-
ra , sir , sez I , 'that I did many and
many a time ; ' 'and that's me own
father. ' sez he , and "
"Will no one stop that infernal
' " Mr. Lan
woman's tongue ? exclaimed
don. "You have been most impru
dent , Lily. Has not the army cost us
enough already , without putting two
officers into my very bed ? "
"Only one , papa , " she said humbly ,
and looking down.
"Pish ! Well , they shall get out of
the house faster than they came in , "
he cried , and hounded up the stairs' -
But even Mr. Landon was silenced
by what he saw in his bedroom. The
blinds were all drawn , and the room
darkened. A young man with a curly
head lav in his bed. His eyea were.
shut ) and his face pallid. The lattor
was duo it must be confessed , to an
application of violet powder from the
toilet table. There were great black
marks under his oyes from a lump of
coal in the grate and Mr. Landon be
gan to think that matters were really
worse than ho thought. Moreover , ho
had caught Bridget's referenco to tho
nobility , and Mr. Landon , like many
self-made men , dearly loved a lord.
"Well , sir , " he said to Pollux , "here
exclaimed Miss Vizard , of a suddeu.
And a soldier it was an orderly in
pursuit of the young man. . Miss Viz
ard almost fainted when' sho heard
that the Royal Bombardiers were or
dered on service to South Africa im
mediately , and that the Colonel had
been sending messenges in search of
them all the morning. The effect on
the drowned was remarkable. He
jumped out of bed and clothed himself
m a moment. So did his friend.
Miss Lily wept silently.
"As I'll never probably seo you
again , I'll say good-bye , " said Mr.
Landon quietly.
Miss Vizard regarded Pollux with
inexpressible tenderness.
"It is like going to the crusaders , "
she murmured.
As for poor Lily , sho could only re
turn the squeeze of her lover's hand
no more. * * *
At Majuba Hill there are two graves
sise by side , in which Pollux and Cas
tor , undivided in death , sleep well. I
wonder if Lady Longworth ever thinks
of them in the whirl of London socie
ty ? She is a great lady now , and her
eyes are as much admired as her dia
monds.
How He was Made Better OiT.
From the London Figaro.
A Scotch tradesman who had
amassed , as he believed , 4,000 , was
surprised by his old clerk with a balance
sheet showing his fortune to bo 6 , -
000. . "It cannot be , " s..ld the princi
pal ; "count again. " The clerk did
count again , and again declared the
balance to be 0,000. The master
counted himself , ho also brought out
a surplus of 6,000. Time after time
he cast up the columns it was still a
6 , and not a 4 : that rewarded his
labors. So the old merchant , on the
strength of his good fortune , modern
ized his house and "put money in the
purse" of Ihe carpenter , the painter ,
and the upholsterer. Still , however ,
he had a lurking doubt of the exist
ence of the 2,000 ; so one winter
night he sat down to give the columns
"ono count more. " At the close of
his task he jumped up as though he
had been galvanized , and rushed
through < ho streets in a shower of
rain to the house of the clerk. The
clerk's head , capped and drowsy ,
emerged from an attic window at the
sound of the knock to inquire the er
rand of his midnight visitor. "Whose
there ? ' " ' he mumbled , "and what d'ye
want ? " "It's me , ye scoundrel ! " ex
claimed his employer ; "ye've added
up the year of our Lord among tho
pounds. "
The Origin of Mrs. Grundy.
All the Year Round.
Some years ago the expression ,
"What will Mrs. Grundy say ? " was
constantly in people's mouths. The
phrase was originally taken from Tom
Morton's comedy , "Speed the Plow. "
The play opens with a view of a farm
house , where Farmer Ashfield is seen
8ittine at a table , enjoyinghis ale ,
and holding the following colloquy
with his wife :
Ashfield Well , dame , welcome
home. What news does thee bring
from market ?
Dame What news ? What I always
told you that Farmer Grundy's
wheat brought 5 shillings a quarter
more than ours did.
Ashfield All the better for he.
Dame And I assure you , Dame
Grundy's butter was quite the crack
of the market.
Ashfield Be quiet , will ye. Always
ding-dinging Dame Grundy into my
ears "What will Mrs. Grundy say ? "
The meaning of the term "subrosa , "
"under the rose , " is "in strict confi
dence. " Cupid gave Harpocrates ( the
god of silence ) a rose to bribe him not
to-betray the amours oi Venus. The
rose thus sculptured on the ceilings of
banquet rooms to remind the guests
that what was said there was not to *
be repeated ; and down to 1526 a rose
was placed over confessionals. ,
How a Boy Got Off.
A boy named by the monitor was
ordered to "stand out. " He took his
place clear of the desks in the gang
way of the school , and , with the cer
tainty of punishment hanging over
him , had to wait there until a file ol
talkers had been collected. When the
row of the condemned had become
somewhat long , and when there wa3 a
pause in the occupation of tho auto
crat , , the chastening began. For this
offense the sentence mostly tookeffect
on the palms of the hands , and the
two strings , one of culprits coming up.
to the ordeal , the other of victims
with quivering hands tucked under
their arms , and howling , groaning , or
with difficulty repressing their emo
tion as they wound their way back to
their seats , might possibly have been
objects replete with interest to a stu
dent of human nature but were too
common to excite much attention
among us. There was one HHle imp ,
as I remember , who used skillfully to
skip across from the advancing tothe
retreating column , hug his hands , and
howl as if he had been smitten , , and so
to get back unscathed to hia place. It
was a dangerous trick , the penalty
of which , if had been detected , I dare
not contemplate. I know but of this
one boy who tried it. Blackwood's
Magazine.
i • n i
A Watch Trick That Didn't Work.
Jewolei-b' Weekly.
A Drummer I like to sw n nmarfc Aleck
who goes about trying to make bets on a
Mire thing s > liown his place now.md then. I
gave one a .surprise myself the other day. He
came up to me on the train and wiid :
"Bet yon a dollar you can 't nany the
figures in the order on the dial of your
watch. * '
"Bet you a dollar I can. "
The money was put up , and I wrote the
Iloman numbers from I , to XII. inclusive.
"You ' ve lost , * ' said the sure-thing man.
"Bet you another dollar I haven't , " nnd
two more dollars went into the the stake
holder ' s hands.
The Hire-thing man had indeed .lost. _ He
had counted on there being no VI. . since
that space on most watches is occupied by
the second-hand dial. On my watch , however ,
there happens to be a VI. I had seen that
littlo trick played bejore , and was thus ma-
nbled to give our friend jj teg n from Mch
I hoped he profited ,
9
LOYK'H SXcitKT.
Each heart doth know its sccroe shrine ,
Whero sweet llowera bloom that give nc
Bign
Of Bun or ( low ; with nwoot don Ira
Tho buds wore stirred that glowed wit !
lire
And thrilled with life , and so bloom camo ,
Hope-lit nnd glowing like lovo'o flu mo !
Fond hands will nourish theso fair flowers
That grow to life in secret hours ,
As In dark paths all travel-worn ,
\ThcTQ hearts grow faint with bunions
borne.
And desolate , they glow and gleam.
Though sealed to shadowB liko lovo'a
dream !
And so swoothoarfc. thy life to mimo
Was scaled ! my soul went forth to thino.
Liko the flowers that bloom untaught ,
When lovo had come to ub unsought ,
Alas , so Into ! and yet so long
Its music lingers liko love's song !
Tho flowers may palo with swcot desiro
And love may swoon of love ' s mad lira
Yet as I lie , on thy breast ,
My soul uplifted in love's rest ,
I do not see the darker path
That each lono life of sorrow hath !
Complete with love , sweetheart , love's
shrino
In aocrot glows ! lovo knowH its sign !
Harriet Maxwell Converse.
INHERITING A WIFE
"Goodby , Helen , " said a young man. witl
a flash of anger on his handsome face as la
turned from his uncle toward the palo girl
standing in the window.
"Goodby , Frank , " she snid , listlessly , prof
feringhhn a slender white hand.
Ho took the hand and bending over , lightl >
touched her forehead with his lips.
She raised her head to address him with n
forced effort , and he was gone.
"The young fool thinks he can defy me , "
said Mr. John Duncan , angrily , but with love
and pity rising to his kindly gray eyes as he
bent them upon Helen.
The latter was the r'icli old man's adopted
daughter , and in her seemed centered all his
happiness. She was his idol and hehad plan
ned to make her his heiress , or thatsheshould
shaieall he had of this world's goods with
Frank Duncan , his nephew. But this latter
contingency was to be that these young peo
ple should hav his fortune togothor only as
man nnd wife.
Helen Morley had been nn orphan ever
since she could remember. She had endeared
herself to old Mr. Duncan by her sweet , un
selfish life nnd her devotion to him as her
benefactor.
She and Frank had been thrown much to
gether , as a matter of course , and old Mr.
Duncan , as he looked at his favorite nephew's
handsome , animated face , and then at Hel
en's sweet oval picture , framed by her mass
of bright hair , when the two were together ,
declared to himself they had been made for
each other , and that it was plainly tho work
of heaven that they should have been thrown
accidentally in eachother's way.
But he had just now serious misgivings
whether or not heaven ever had anything to
do with such a young hcapegrnce as his
nephew.
He had just received a a terribe shock and
was stirred dy anger , disappointment anil
pity for his fair Helen.
Then too , he was placed in so delicate a
position that ho hardly knew what to say to
her.
her.He
He had no assurance that Frank had ever
spoken a word of love to this girl.
"But hecan 't defy with impunity. " growled
he irate uncle , as Helen had not replied
to his first remark about the young gentle
man in question. "I will not leave him a
cent. I will make a new will. He shall b < > a
beggar for all he 'll get from me , " concluded
John Duncan , stamping his foot fiercely.
"Oh , father ! " said Helen appealingly ,
"What has ho done to anger you so ? "
"Done ! " shouted the old man , fairly exas
perated by this frae.jtion , forgetting at the
moment that Helen did not share his news ,
and therefore indignant that she should not
join with him in condemning the young
man's heinous crime"Done ! " he repeated
in rising tones of freshly kindled anger.
"What has he done ? Lrps < : t all my plans.
Destroyed all my happiness. Tells me he ' s
in love with that French girl ElNe CourtoN ,
nnd that his happiness , hi.very life , depends
upon his marrying her. And he has the ef
frontery to a k my approval of such a. tidie-
ulous step. "
"The old man paused only at sight of
Helen , who hail sunk , pale iwnl trembling ,
upon a sofa. Her delicate fingers were inter
laced and there was a look of such unutter
able pain in her face that even. Mr. Duncan ' s
anger fled before it.
Then with a sudden thoughr hN-fingvr rose
again and he demanded :
"Has the villain dts eived you , Helen ? Tell
me the truth. By Heaven , if lie has , ni"
"Oh , no , no ; ho has never spoken to me of
-of
"There , there , my dear , I onrjr ui > hed to
know ; I meant it all for your goodr " said Mr.
Duncan tenderly.
Helen fled to lier chamber to think and to
recover , if posssible. from thesuddunblowshe
liad received.
Theie had been no spoken words of love be
tween them for tin-three years that Frank
iiad been a constant visitorto his uncle ' .s and
yet she had thought she had believed yes.
die had hoped , that the first love of her pure
I'oung heart had found a safe resting place ,
mil that it was reciprocated by him. although
is yet not proclaimed , for some good and
sufficient reason on his part.
But it was all over now. Her eyi < were
ipened to the mortifying truth. She-cried
rom pure shame at first , then for disappoint
ment. Her face was all aflame as she thought
if the possibility of the knowlcdue on the
) art. of others of her misplaced love. Then
ler cheeks and brow became deadly cold as
• he ivalized that her young hopes were all
vithered and dead.
When Mr. John Duncan saw the light had
jone out from Helen's e\es his anger towards
lis nephew knew no bounds. He knew that
? rnnk had gone from his presencewith a
ixed determination to win the girl , Elise
> ourtoi' ; , if possible , in spito of all opposi-
ion.
ion.And
And he knew what he could not speak of to
lelen , that she had loved his headstrong and
nisguided nephew.
The old man was closeted wit hi his lawyer
oon after this occurience for several hours
me day.and the result of thisconference was
t new will.
Three years are not much ! Ai merespot on
he ages A bagatelle of weeks and months
tittered away in frivolity ami trifling.
Three years are an age ! Aheavy leaden
> criod stamped upon a life into winch are
xowded so much of mental pain and anguish
hat the rest of that life ought to ! > sunshine
ind flowers to compensate for th ir misery.
TIip three years following the departure < >
• " rank Duncan in di-gra from his uncle ' s
lOine had been to Helen Morley j < > ylc year *
if silent suffering , unshared by a sympathetic
leart. unspoken to a pitying ear. She had
• uffered in silence , and had triwd to walk her
illotted path with outwardeomposure. Ami
> ld John Duncan , though holutd been more
wider and solicitous of her welfare than fr. .
aw that he < ould do but little-to lighten her
jurden of sorrow.
But John Duncan had gone now. There
vas no longer even hiloittg care to shield
lelen from her own ini ry.
It had been but a few weeks since the old
nan had bless < . , l Helen with hidying breath
mil then pasM-d aw.iy. She was sole po-s ( >
or of hi. wealth. Frank Duncan had Iieen
'iimmoned. ' but was somen here abroad , pnr-
• uing his ignis f.ituus iit the hape of fortuii"
mil Elise lourtois ; He had lost sight of the
French girl with whom he had become infur
iated about the timv his uncle had dismissed
sim angrily from Us lions ? . Following up
i clew he overtook her family in Paris.
It was a chance meeting on one of the gny
; treet of the Fn tich city. The young man
vas wild with joy as he e-pied her coming to-
vard him. He ru-hed upon her with fur
nore of enthusiasm than discretion.
Elise drew back in surprise at his effusive
rreeting.
• 'Have vou forgotten all the past , then ,
ilsie ? " asked Frank bitterly , as he saw by
ler cool dwneanor that she had changed.
"Oh ! no. 1 never forget. " said Elise.
"Did not you get my letter at the time I
eft my uncfe ? " said Frank , reproachfully.
Oh , yes , I received your letter , and one
rom your uncle adout tho same thmin
vliichhe informed we that you v/wre no
ongor his heir. l ( t a a beggar , " * al < l tfi9
"QUmj woman , laughing a.loud. . .
"Good heavens ! Ella * * , can it Ifl that yo
an morconnry , then ? I did not think"
"No , I suppoHo yon thought I could marry
. iv beggnr jufit as well as not , nnd continue
to work nt millinery for my living and for
yours , too , perhaps ? " Bold tho girl lightly.
"Elise , hear me. It Is not to Into. My
uncle luis not rut me off In his will. Will yon
not return with me , nnd for tho tmko of tho I
pn8t let mo call you my own Ellao my ;
wif.,7"
"Hush ! " nab ! tho girl wnrnlngly , nn a man *
npprouched. "I could do nothing of tho kind. § L
Let me present you to my husdaud , Mon- „ M
sieur Fennel. " J
And to his intense disgust nnd mortiflcn- m
tion Frank found himself tho noxt instant in . M
tho embruco of a vivueious and volublo K
Frenchman. sa
Tho new viow of tho lovely siren In her m
coarseness and her mnmmoii worship , to- W
gother with this presentation of a heavy , S ,
vulgar man past middle-ago ns her husband.
was a combination of circumstancso thao
}
completely disennmored Frank Duncan , and ,
ho fled precipitately us soon nH released from *
the man's clutches , amid peal of laughter 'i
from the giddy French girl and guttcral
adieus from her male companion. m
Old Mr. Somers Bat in his dingy littlo law. Jj
office , scratching his oar with ids pen and 7
glancing occasionally at a letter ho held in '
his hand. Tho letter was from Frank Duncan , *
and informed tho lawyer that he. Frank Dun
can , would call upon him in u day or two ou
business icluting to his deceased uncle's will. !
"The young scamp must know now that '
Helen is the possessor of the old man's os- * - ,
tate. Howillbeeourtingherforhermonoy.nnd
he doesn't deserve such a girl any way , " said |
Somoi-H with a growl. "And worse than all , ,
to think John Duncan has fixed it in such a j
shape but I'll deceive him a little. "
The gruff old lawyer had in a sense taken <
Helen under his care since Mr. John Duncan's M
*
death , and watched her welfare wth a jeal-
ous eye ; so when Frank presented himself , J |
ho said hrus-query : f %
"You arccut without a centyonngmnn &
and you deserve it. " ft
Frank coloredbut felt tho justice of tho ro- . *
buke ; but ho ventured- 8
"And Helen Miss Morley ? " , |
"Oh , she is provided with a moderate nil'i
nuity. The rest goes , I believe , to some in-
stitution nhem , "said tho luwycr choking a 1
little at the lie. I.
"Thank God ! " snid Frank impulsively. I'
Tho old lawyer sprang to his feet in a pas- f
sion , and facing the astonished young fellow i
shouted. "Vou thank God , then , that she is |
a beggar , too , do you ? " |
"I am glad that I may go to her and com- 1
fort her and bo to her what I onco was , with- l
out a suspicion that I came from mercenary I
motives , " said Frank exultantly. I
"Ahenil" That's all right , young man , §
but you must be awaro that your pust con- I
duct doesn't recommend you very highly. I
bpcnk plainly for Helen Morcly is my ward. " .
Frank winced under this lash , but all the
same ho was resolved to bear it in silence ,
and the scales had fallen from his eyes now ,
and he remembered trilling incidents in their
lives Helen's and his own which led him to
believe that he had thrown away a pearl. Ho
would seek to recover it again , unci was glad
that the impediment of money did not bar
the way. lie knew full well that his foolish
infatuat ion for the gay superficial Elisewhich
he had mistaken for love , would prove a for
midable obstacle ; but with youth.repeutance ,
persevereiice , and an earnest devotion to his
purpose he hoped to win Helen's esteem first , *
and afterward , perhaps her love.
"Confound the young scamp , he's got good >
points , after all , " growled Somers. ' [
And so Helen thought when the old lawyer \
told her about it and made her nnderstand
how difficult it would be to keep Frank long
in ignorance of the provisions of his uncle 's
will. ;
Three months aro brief measure of time as j
the ages roll onward , and yet three short j
months aro sometimes so crowded with I'
events bearing directly upon our lives that ; I *
j-ears , aye an age , are as nothing in compart- 5'
son. 1
Three months of penitence , of unobtrusive 9
devotion to Helen , of evid'lit shauie for his j | |
past conduct and an unmistakable determin- if
ation to atone for it if possible , mi tho part ' 1
of Frank Duncan , won the callous old lawyer r
to believe in his sincerity.
And , better than all , it began to tell upon *
the hard wall of reserve that had grown up '
between Helen's uuquenched love and her | i
pride till it finally crumbled away. i
"You forgive nu ; at last , Helen , but I can J
never forgive myself for being so stupidly '
blind as for having caused you years of pain {
besides , " said Frank , tenderly. j j
"Let the dead bury their dead , Frank ; I tit J
let us who now live again livo only in the
present , and hope for compensation for Mir ,
past sorrows in the future. " |
"And I thank God that L did not , have to I
woo you as an heiress. Lwill work for you r ' .
and we will be happy. c ' .
Helen colored and was silent for a moment , j'i j'
Steps were heard in the hall anil Mr. Somers- i
was announced. * •
"Cut off without a cent and yet happy , np- i
pnreiitly , said the lawyer brusquely , taking
out a legal document and reading : "Aiil if
Frank Duncan forsake his foolish objei t .1d ! * -
marry my adopted daughter Helen Mm ley ,
witliin three years and six months from tho
date of this testament , I do bequeath tol.im ,
etc. "
"Better than you deserved , young man. "
Helen blushed as Frank caught her in hiu
arms. Xew York Mercury. . '
A Passage "Worth Prescrvftijr. .
The world is always grateful to a ' \
stout-hearted and lofty-minded man ' .
or woman who makes an unusually ] } ,
good case against the terrors of death. i
'
Especially is this true when the plea H-
for peace and happiness beyond the
grave is put upon broad grounds that
appeal to every fine soul's instinctive , • -
sympathies. And when such a declar- . \
ation of iaith is made by a man re- i'
verel : for his unquestioned genius and >
loved by a multitude of admirers , tho ' \
good gift made to the world is all tho J
better and more highly prized.
In a letter published in the October I
number of Scribner 's Magazine , for the [ "
first time , Thackeray performs his ( * :
great service to his fellow-men. Tho f *
beauty and power of a passage relat- A
ing to death mark it as one of the fin- t *
est flashes of his genius and a gem well
worth preserving. Woreproduce it -
herewith : r .
"I don't pity anybody who leaves ) '
the world , not even a fair young girl ' .
in her prime ; I pity those remaining.
On her journey , if it pleases God to \ ' *
send her , dependon it , there's no
cause for grief , that'sbut an earthly
condition. Out of our stormy life ,
and brought nearer the divine light \
and warmth , there must be a serene < _ _ !
climate. Can't you fancy sailing into | j
the calm ? Would you care about go- ' *
ing on the voyage , but for the dear J
souls left on the other shore ? but wo ;
shan't be parted fronitherur no doubt , 'I
though they are from us. Add a lit- \
t
tie more intelligence to that which wo j
possess even as weare , and why j
shouldn't we be with our frienda I.
'
far off ? * * * *
though ever so Why |
presently , the body removed , . t |
shouldn't we personally be anywhere j
at will properties o : creation , liko
the electric something ( spark is it ? ) |
that thrills all round th. globe simul- * • .J
tan-r-onsly ? and if round theglobe why
not eberall ? and the body being re- , f
moved or elsewhere disposed of and , J
developed , sorrow and its opposite , |
crime and the reverse , ease and dis- ' }
ease , desire and dislike , etcgo jj
along with the body a lucid intelli- \i \
gence remains , a preception ubiquit- JI
ous. " \m \
The stub irain on the Omaha road coming ! 9
down from Merriam Junction killed the ]
Widow Dohl'sdeaf and dumb boy , about ' 9
fight year.s old. There is a double track in . fl
front of her house , and some empty cars were ' { tS
standing there. The boy was running around ' * 'sM '
the cad of this train of cars to the main ]
track so as to get to his. home. He was 1 I
thrown underneath the troin and mangled. * • I
into a shapeless mass , d .uig instantly.
The emperor and empress of Germany md > .9
th-ir formal entry into Berlin. They ? m < i fl
from Pottsdam to Charlottenberg by stumer , U
They were then driven to Berlin poiace , es 4M
corted by a srj adrtin of cavalry. "Unter den ' H
Linden was crowded , and the to/val c ' utdo " H
were giv % a . hijjjrtv reception , * * > r9
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