VIOLETS IN THE GRASS. The blue wild violets in the grass. They smile up at me as I pass; The tender hue of April skies. They mind mo of my baby’s eyes. My bonnie kittle laughing lass Amid the violets In the grass! The bonniest babe was ever born! Her tresses like the tasseled corn, Her mouth the sweetest half blown rwe. Her laugh the merriest breeze that blows! Her eyes, what could their blue surpass? Not e’en the violets in the grass. Ah me! how plain I see her stand. Her feet sunk in them, and her hand Eager to pluck them all for me. Her face aglow with baby glee. Her lingers* hidden in the mass Of blue wild violets in the grass! Again I see her, laid at rest. The violets nestling in her breast. The waxen fingers, white and cold, Btiil clasp them in their patient hold. But know not now, alas, alas! The touch of violets from the grass! Soft cradled on a sunny slope. Watched by twin angels. Faith and Hope, My pretty baby sleeping lies; And as it were her own sweet eyes Smile up to greet me as I pass The blue wild violets in the grass. —Katharine Festetits in Youth’s Companion. The ELLA NOBLE. “I wns only 19 years old when I ship ped the first time,” said my friend, the old sailor. “The craft was a brig called the Swallow, and she was bound for the west coast of Africa, having a cargo of cotton cloth, boots and shoes, rum in casks, needles, brass kettles, cutlasses, old muskets and other stuff that could be readily traded for gold dust, nuggets and ivory with the natives. In those days, more than 40 years ago. fortunes were made in this trade, but times have changed since then. “We had another object besides trading, for we were instructed to look after the schooner Ella Noble, which had sailed for the very locality to which we were bound and had never returned. What had become of her was a mystery, for although she was spoken when within a day’s sail of the African coast no further tidings had come from her, and it was feared she had met with some fatal dis aster. “The crewr were mostly made up of the roughest men found in shipping of fices and along the water front, for the voyage was not a desirable one, as there was sure to be no little risk of life and the food could not be the best procurable by any means. I was not at all favor ably impressed by my messmates, but my head was full of foolish notions about xhe romance in a cruise to Africa, and I was more than eager to go. Some of the romance faded when I was put on salt rations and compelled to do the duty of a common before-the-mast sailor. “The captain was a brutal fellow, as he needed to be in order to command such a crew’ and keep them in subjec tion. He had a voice like a foghorn and a scowl that was black as a thunder cloud. The first mate was a Spaniard named Corello. He had a fiery temper and a heavy hand, but I fancied him more than the skipper. “For some reason Corello seemed to take a liking to me, and I afterward had cause to thank my good fortune this was true. He was not nearly so hard on me as he might have been, although I felt that my lot was 7'iite hard enough. “It was u*!t long after leaving port that I observed queer actions among the sailors. There was a great deal of mut tering, and sometimes I would espy some of the men with their heads togeth er talking in low tones. I did not like this, and so I told the mate about it. He looked at me queerlv, saying guardedly: “‘Havecaire. Zese men no like a tat tler. If zey hear you tell t’ings, some time you get'— He finished by drawing his finger across his throat in a significant manner. “From that time I felt sure there was trouble brewing, but I remembered the warning ana was careim to Keep my mouth shut. My dislike for the captain increased, and I actually grew to detest the man after I saw him knock down with a marline spike a sick man whom he had ordered aloft, but who was unable to mount the ratlines. “During the first part of the voyage the captain and Corello got along well enough, and we had sighted the African coast when they had their first quarrel. The skipper attempted to bully the Span iard, as was his custom with the regular men, and Corello flared up in an instant. Hot words followed. All at once the master grabbed up a light running block and flung it at the mate’s head. “The aim was true enough, but Corello dodged. Then the skipper caught up a belaying pin and started for the Span iard. I saw a flash of steel, and Corello fell back against the main hatchway, a knife in his hand. With a Spanish oath he swore he would cut the captain’s heart out if an attempt was made to strike him with the belaying pin. “For a little time the two men looked straight into each other's eyes, and then . the captain’s hand fell. I expected he would order that Corello be seized and put in irons, but he did nothing of the kind. Instead he retired to his cabin, and I saw a singular smile playing about the mate’s mouth, while I fancied there was a burning power in his black eyes. “That night Corello came to me as 1 stood my watch. He touched me lightly on the arm, whispering: “ ‘I save you. Don’t you be scare when the time come.’ Then he was gone. “I felt that a mutiny was threatened, and I was in doubt about what to do. I did not join the mutineers, and I had about determined to report my suspicions to the captain when I was relieved from the watch. As I was going forward 1 saw two forms and heard the voice of Corello saying: “ ‘Not this night. Tomorrow.” “This relieved my feelings somewhat, and I dared not attempt to arouse the skipper then, as I knew he would make a terrible racket about it, so I went to my bunk. I didn’t sleep much, but the night passed without further incident. “Morning found us becalmed at the mouth of a large river. The sun came np red and scorching, making the water Bhimmer like burnished silver. Not* breath of air rippled the surface of the sea or fluttered the canvas we spread. By 0 o'clock a sort of bluish gray haze \ crept over the sky, but the heat was 1 none the less oppressive. “The captain walked the deck and i raved. ‘Do you know where we are?' he i snarled at Corello. 'The natives who in ! habit this c ountry are cannibals! What i if they should take a fancy to attack us now? We’d all be served in soup and roasts.' “The skipper seemed to blame the mate, and in less than three minutes an other row had begun. This time the master did order Corello to be seized and ; ironed, but the order was not obeyed. Not a man moved to carry out the com mand. Instead the sailors stood scowl ing at their captain. “ ‘What’s this?” he roared, his face growing black. ‘Do you refuse to obey me? By h—1, this is mutiny!’ “ ‘We are seek of you,’ calmly said Corello. ‘We serve you ze way ze crew of ze Ella Noble was serve. Grab him, lads!’ “The skipper snatched out a pistol and retreated a few steps, swearing to blow out the brains of the first man who tried to touch him. I saw a Portuguese creep ing catlike op behind the man, and 1 knew the brig would soon be in the pos session of the mutineers unless some un foreseen occurrence prevented. “At this very instant Bildad Downes, a cockeyed old tar, shouted: “ ‘Canoes puttin off from shore loaded with blackskins! There’s piles of ’em, an they’re all armed. We’re in for a fight!’ “In one instant the mutiny was over. ! Every man realized our peril, and they 1 jumped to the rail to get a look at the [ approaching canoes. Downes had told 1 the truth. A regular war party of the j cannibals were coming off to attack the brim “ “Muskets and cutlasses, men I’ thun dered the captain. ‘Train the gun on ’em and blow ’em out of the water!’ “Our only chance was to fight, and that chance was really a slim one, as we were badly prepared for such an encoun ter. Our heavy gun was a rusty old thing, and it was doubtful if it would do much execution. But we were not destined to fire a shot. “Suddenly a great cry went up from the throats of the natives, and the ca noes sat motionless on the glassy water, while the black faces of their inmates were turned upward. “ ‘Great God! Look there!’ “The sailor who uttered the cry point ed almost directly overhead, and there we saw a most astounding spectacle. A two masted schooner turned bottom up ward seem to hang suspended in the air amid the bluish haze that overspread the sky! Every sail was set, but they hung idle like our own, as if she was also be calmed. We could look directly upon the deck, but not a living thing seemed stirring about her. She was deserted. “But the most singular part of it all is that I could read her name, and I swear she was the lost schooner Ella Noble. “In a few moments she began to fade from view. Dimmer and dimmer grew her outlines, and she was finally swal lowed up and lost in the haze. When we looked at the cannibals, every canoe was scooting for the shore as fast as pad dles could send them. Those natives were the worst scared lot you ever saw, and we had no more trouble with them. “I suppose it is easy enough to account for the vision of the vessel in the sky by calling it a mirage, but sailors are mighty superstitious, and there were some sober men on the Swallow after that. No fur ther oifer at mutiny was made, and ev erything moved smoothly to the end of the voyage. “But we didn’t find the Ella Noble, and she has never been heard of since.”— New York Dispatch. A Detail In a Government Office. It is the popular impression that the smaller affairs of government are very loosely run and that in any of the de partments are opportunities for fat pick ings by any man not overscrupulous. As evidence of the incorrectness of this theory one of the treasury department employees relates an incident of the first day of Mr. Carlisle’s administration. Secretary Foster had occupied one chair at his desk for a long time, and, as men will, had become attached to it. He ex pressed a desire to take it with him. “Certainly,” said his successor, “take it along.” It was more easily said than done. First an order was necessary; then the chair was to be accounted for to the official who has such matters in charge; then it was to be paid for. It was a valueless piece of furniture. As a short way out of the difficulty the ap praiser was sent for. He eyed the wreck over and said it might be worth $2 to anybody who wanted it very much. “All right,” said the new secretary. Then he put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a $2 bill, paid the official and presented the chair to his predecessor.— Washington Post. An Old English Law. The archives of the port of Southamp- ! ton, England, contain a curious naval law of the fourteenth century. The document holds the captain of a vessel responsible ft>r the value of the goods lost if his vessel is wrecked on any voy age begun in spite of the opinion of a majority of the crew that the wind was unfavorable.—Kate Field’s Washington. j A Para-dox. Gentleman—I want to buy a pair o’ rubbers. Boston Salesman—We don’t keep para rubbers, sir. Gentleman—Well, then, smarty. 1 want a pair of rubbers. Salesman—Thank you, sir; now you are talking. What size?—Boston Cou rier. The King of Siam. The king of Siam must have been a Buddhist priest, and to become a priest one must renounce all worldly honors. Hence after Chulalangkom had once been crowned he renounced his office and became a priest for 21 days, after which he was again crowned.—Phila delphia Press. A PERFECT SUMMER. They say the cun as brightly shines as in th® years agone: They say the grass is Just as green out on the shady lawn. And that the birds as sweetly sing up in the waving leaves As when wo sat together, dear, among the golden sheaves. It may be so. The bees are humming. And the smell of the clover is rare and sweet; But mem’ry’s Angers at my heartstrings thrumming Wake a song of a joy that was too Aeet. The glowing sunshine grows pale around me. The grass is faded, the bird song faint; I catch not the charm of the scenes that sur round me. For thy voice answers not to my heart’s lone plaint. The change is not in the sun’s bright shining. The song of the birds, the hum of the bees; For the charm of that old time was not in re clining In the lap of summer beneath tlio green trees. I love the bright sunshine, the birds sweetly singing. As I sit alone ’neath the old apple tree; But I wait with fond longing, to dear hopes close clinging. That each summer time brings me nearer to thee. For the rythm in the melody of that happy measure Was the sound of thy voice, to me more than dear. And ne’er can life’s music so thrill mo with pleasure Till thy murmuring tones fall again on my ear. So I trustingly yearn for a happy home com ing, A heaven made perfect by thy presence so rare; For through the Elysium ’twould be weary, lone roaming If thou wert not with me its glories to share. L. A. Cones. Generalship and Book Knowledge. The greatest soldier who ever lived— Alexander of Macedon—though he slept with Homer under his pillow, had prob ably never seen a book on military art, and though Von Moltke was a student, we may be permitted to doubt if Marl borough ever was. He read only Shake speare zealously. Certainly in our time no able man who wanted a chief for any great undertak ing of any kind would dream of asking the limits of his reading or would be able to avoid a silent prejudice against a candidate, partly unreasonable, but part ly also the result of a traditionary expe rience, if he knew that he was in any special degree a student of books. He would think him a man apt to be misled. Indeed, in one great condition of effi ciency, perhaps in practice the greatest of all conditions, we should assign to un read men—we do not mean uneducated men, but men who never voluntarily open books—a definite superiority. They are apt to choose men better. Soldiers who do not read make no mistake about their general.—London Spectator. Rossini’s Memory. The composer of “II Barbiere di Sivig lia” was blessed with a not very reten tive memory—especially for names of persons introduced to him—a forgetful ness which was frequently the cause of much merriment whenever RoSsini was among company. One day he met Bishop, the English composer. Rossini knew the face well enough and at once greeted him. “Ah, my dear Mr.-,” but he could progress no further. To convince him that he had not forgotten him Rossini commenced whistling Bish op's glee, “When the Wind Blows,” a compliment which “the English Mozart” recognized? and would as readily Lace heard as his less musical surname.— Gentleman’s Magazine. A Munificent Offer. Here is a capital story of Mr. Edward Lloyd, the well known tenor. He sel dom sings in private, but on one occa sion, when visiting some friends a little way out, he was prevailed upon to do so. A clergyman who was present was not aware of the identity of the singer and at the conclusion of the song approached him quietly and said: “Really, sir, you should not waste your voice like this. Now, we are in need of another tenor in our choir. I shall be very happy to give you £30 a year. Think it over.” The singer smiled and said he would— think it over.—London Tit-Bits. Washes For Injured Eyes. Lime and Roman cement are very de structive to the eyes if permitted tt> re main any considerable time. Wash the eyes immediately with water, then with water containing vinegar or lemon juice. For acids in the eyes wash with water containing a little ammonia or baking soda. For alkalis wash with water contain ing vinegar or lemon juice.—Washing ton Star. An Indian Blanket. The Indians make blankets of bark beaten very thin. The bark is stamped with fancy figures in brown and red and is trimmed with fur. Palm leaves are beaten together and are also made into blankets. An Indian is always cold, even in hot weather, and his blanket is as precious to him as our sun hats are to us.—New York Ledger. “I tell my boy,” said a father, “that I don’t care what calling he takes up, but that he does want to be able to do whatever he undertakes to do better, if possible, than anybody else.” The first secession flag raised in the south was in South Carolina. The flag staff is still standing fastened to the gable end of a storehouse at Skull Shoals. When a personage of high rank dies in Siam, the king helps bathe the body and prepare it for cremation and final ly lights the funeral pyre. A cubic inch of gold is worth $210; a cubic foot, $362,380; a cubic yard, $9, 797,762. This reckoning bases the value of gold at $18 per ounce. To the People of Red Willow County: The managers of the fair have been fortunate in securing for exhibition a large collection in natural history, con sisting of over 200 different varieties of eggs,over 1,000 eggs in all,gno two sets alike, containing almost every kind known, from that of the ostrich egg, measuring 18 inches, down to that of thehummingbird, no larger than a small sized bean. Snake eggs, alligator and turtle eggs, all kinds of birds’ nests. A large col lection of sea shells, petrified woods, barks, snails, snakes etc. Six kinds of coral,sea ferns, sea grass, sea cow-fish, porcupine fish, sea beavers, etc. A large collection of bugs, beetles and butterflies. 50 specimnes of snakes, spiders, liz zards etc., in alcohol. A large variety of fruits and vegeta bles grown in large bottles with small necks. This will be a rare opportunity for the children of our public schools, and students of natural history, to study the great book of nature. The owner, Mr. Pyfer, will be in attendance to answer all questions with reference thereto. Itev. James Lisle will also exhibit his large collection of Indian relics, con sisting of tomahawks, pipes, war-clubs, bows and arrows, earthenware, ete. In fact the collection contains all articles and instruments in use and manufactur ed by the “red men”. No one should fail to come to the fair if for nothing more than to see these two special attractions. J. H. Beiuje, Sec’y. A SURE THING. Old Cases of Malaria Need No Longer be Invalids. There is no trying to dodge the fact that quinine will not always cure mala ria. While it is doubtless true that large doses of quinine or some other derivative of Calisaya will cure more cases of chills and fever than any other drug, it is equally certain that in chronic malaria it is in a majority of cases, a flat failure. 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