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A FULL HARVEST.
Seems like a feller’d or t ’o jes’ today
Git down and roll and waller, don’t you
know.
In that air stubble, and Hop up and crow,
Seein sich craps! I'll undertake to say
There’s no wheat’s ever turned out that away
Afore lids seusonl Folks is keerless, though.
And too fergJlful, ’cazo we’d ru t *o show
More thankfulness! Jes’ looky hyonder, hey?
And watch that little reaper wadin tliuo
That la.st yaller hunk u* ham i ground—
Jes’ natchur’ly a-slicin it in two
Like honeycomb, and gaurnin it around
The iield-like ft had nothin else to do
On’y jes’ waste It all on me and you!
-James Whitcomb Riley.
THE VERGE OF DEATH
There was great excitement at New
ell’s ranch.
Miss Rose Newell was coming out from
the east to visit her father, ami the em
ployees of the ranch, with three excep
tions, were on the tiptoe of expectancy.
Those threo exceptions were old Bar
ton and his wife and James Lyall, or
Deacon Jim, as he was moro commonly
called.
The morning of the day on which Miss
Rose was to arrive the cowboys, with the
exception of Deacon Jim, spent two
hours or moro in making preparations
for the event.
ueacon ami aione appeared m ms or
dinary everyday clothing.
“Why don’t you fix up, deacon,” some
one asked, “and do the honors of the oc
casion?”
“I don’t propose to make a fool of my
self,” Jim replied, “by parading before
Miss Newell like a circus clown. I’m
not so anxious to show off what little
clothing I own, and I guess she’s seen
better many a time.
“Humph! 'Have you fellows got an
idea that Miss Newell is going to take
any notice of you? It’s hardly likely she’s
going to come out here and get dazzled
by such common cow punchers with a
lot of gaudy trappings. I ain’t fool
enough to make a spectacle of myself
and give Miss Newell a chance to laugh
at me, you bet!”
When the carriage bearing Miss Rose
arrived at the ranch, tne cowboys, with
the exception of the deacon, stood about
the door, each one “with his best foot
forward,” anxious to be seen by the
young lady and hopeful of making an
impression on her heart.
That night when Jim came in from
the plains they gathered about him, in
tent on singing the praises of Rose’s
loveliness.
“I tell you, deacon,” Anson said, “you
just ought to seen her; 1 never saw a
woman so beautiful in all my life.”
“I don’t doubt her beauty,” the deacon
replied, “but what good would it have
done mo to have seen her? She’s not go
ing to care anything for us.”
“Maybe you know about that,” said
Anson, “and maybe you don’t. If you
had seen her smile when she saw us, you
might think differently from what you
do now.”
“Yes, and she was looking right smart
at mo when she smiled!” cried Ab Joliu
son. "I noticed that.”
“Humph!” said Anson. “She was look
ing as straight at me as she could look.”
“She wasn’t!” exclaimed Ab angrily.
“Hold on now,” said Jim. “it isn’t
worth while for you to fight over that.
I can easily believe that she’d ’a’ smiled,
whichever one of you she was looking
at, when she saw the clothes you had
on. It was enough to make her smile.
I’m sure.”
Ab and Anson muttered something,
then went away, and the subject was
dropped.
From that time on they viewed each
other as rivals and were never on goijd
terms again.
A month passed.
Miss Newell proved a very sensible
young lady, and though she had grown
up under the influences of the highest
refinement she adapted herself readily
to her new surroundings.
She treated her father's employees
with the kindest consideration, laughing
and chatting with them with perfect
freedom, little suspecting what stress
they placed upon every word and every
ripple of laughter that fell from her
lips.
Anson and Ab both grew mor6 san
guine and hopeful as the days went by,
and each in his own heart came to feel
assured that he was winning his way
into Rose’s love.
Deacon Jim had continued on from the
first in the even tenor of his way.
He never thrust himself forward at all
—never made any effort to gain admis
sion to Rose’s society, but if anything
rather seemed to avoid her.
A change had come over the deacon
too. Always serious, he had become al
most melancholy.
He liked to mope about alone or sit for
hours gazing thoughtfully into space.
He was in love, though he tried hard
to conceal the fact from himself, and for
all the world would not have admitted
it to any one else.
One morning when the men were pre
paring to begin the work of the day a
dispute arose between Anson and Ab,
and as it grew warmer and more bitter
the former said:
“When I become a partner on this
ranch, you’ll go, Ab Johnson, as sure as
shooting. I won’t have you here.”
“When you get to be a partner!” sneer
ed Ab. • “When I get to be a partner,
you’ll go, and don’t you forget it.”
“You a partner!” Anson said mock
ingly. “Why, Rose Newell wouldn’t
have you if you were the last man on
earth!”
“My notion is you'll both see that you
are making fools of yourselves,” old Bar
ton observed. “Miss Rose will never
have either of you. If I had to name
anybody on this ranch that she was most
likely to marry, I’d say it was Deacon
Jim.”
There was a universal roar of laugh
ter at that last remark, and every one
seemed to think it a good joke.
“Why,” said Anson, “the deacon don’t
stand a ghost of a show. He ain’t shined
around her a bit, and they never take any
notice of each other, scarcely. You’re
| off, Barton—away off. Jim ain’t in it at
all."
That day Rose rode with her father
i across the country, and late in the after
noon was returning alone to the ranch.
When within two miles of her destina
tion, she was aroused from a drowsy rev
erie by a rushing, surging noise that
came suddenly upjrom behind her like
the onsweep of a great storm.
She listened an instant, glanced back,
j then uttered a cry full of terror.
A little distance away she saw a great
herd of cattle in full stampede, sweeping
down upon her in one mighty, irresisti
ble mass,
On over the level prairie the horse
sped, and on, on, in the rear came the
surging sea of horns.
One mile was thus run and part of an
other, and the girl, bending low over the
horse’s neck, urged the animal to a still
greater speed, while a hope of escape
came to her heart.
But at that instant the horse stum
bled and fell to its knees, and she was
thrown forward to the ground.
The horse recovered its footing and
sped away.
She arose, looked about her in a daze
of wonder, saw the herd almost upon
her, and in a hopeless despair attempted
to run, but with a cry of pain she sank
down helpless.
She had sustained a sprain and could
not support her weight.
She heard the cattle as they swept up
I nearer and nearer over the hard, dry
60Q.
Another minute would bring them
upon her.
She shuddered and covered her face
with her hands.
Then she felt a pair of strong arms
about her.
She was lifted up and set upon a
horse’s back.
A man sprang quickly in front of her
to the saddle, and planting his spurs in
the animal's side swept away at full
speed.
There were a few minutes of uncer
tainty, a few minutes fraught with ter
ror, alternating with hope and despair.
Then it was over, and amid a wild
shout from the assembled cowsboys the
horse halted at the ranch while the herd
swept by but a few yards away.
It was Deacon Jim who had saved Miss
Newell’s life, and everybody agreed that
he had performed a brave deed.
Even Anson and Ab admitted that.
Jim, however, considered his act of
very little consequence except for the re
sult, and he did not like to hear it men
tioned.
The next morning Miss Rose sent for
Jim, and blushing and trembling he went
to her room.
She was lying on a couch looking more
beautiful than he had ever seen her be
fore.
She thanked him profusely for her res
cue, and showed not only by language
but by her looks how truly grateful she
was.
How the deacon ever came to say it no
one could surmise, and even he could
never account for such boldness and au
dacity.
“Miss Newell,” he said, “to do you a
service is a glorious reward of itself. To
save your life, believe me, is a privilege
worth living for.”
Then, blushing at his own temerity,
he arose to leave the room, but she held
out her hand to check him.
Soon it became noised about that the
deacon and Miss Newell were to be mar
ried in a few days and that the deacon
was to become a half owner of the ranch.
This information was not pleasant to
Anson and Ab, but bitter as it was they
had to swallow it.
“I can tell you how it came about,”
said old Barton. “She’s a girl of sense,
and it is not what a man says or the way
he looks that takes with her, but it’s the
way he does. Jim won her by his ac
tions, which appealed to her heart, while
you chaps tried to win her by your dress.
If it’s clothes a girl wants to marry, she
can beat taking you fellows all hollow
by going to a clothing store and buying
a suit.”
“Blamed if I don’t believe she could!”
said Anson.—Boston Globe.
Slavery In Siam.
Slavery in Siam has been abolished in
name, but it can never be abolished in
fact, for the slaves have no means of
supporting themselves outside their
masters’ houses. Every member of the
Siamese upper classes can fetter his serv
ants or throw them into prison without
any kind of trial or permission being
necessary. One morning I went to call
upon one of the ablest and most enlight
ened of the ministers, a man who has
been to Europe, and who once actually
got into serious trouble for trying to in
augurate a sort of woman’s rights move
ment in Siam. I made my way by mis
take into a part of his grounds where
visitors were not expected, and I found a
slave fastened down to the ground in an
ingenious kind of pillory in which he
could not move hand or foot, while an
other slave tortured him with severe
strokes of a bamboo rod at the word of
a member of the family in order to force
him to confess to some misdeed.—Con
temporary Review.
Curious Marriage Presents.
One New Jersey clergyman received
for a marriage fee in a monogramed en
velope a bridge toll ticket of the value
of 2 cents. Another got something neat
ly wrapped in paper. He took it to a
grocer, told him that it was a wedding
fee, that he had not opened it and did
not know what it was, but would give it
to him, “sight unseen,” for a water
melon. The grocer agreed, the dominie
seized his melon, and the grocer found
in the paper a silver S cent piece. One
groom, as he passed out with his bride,
threw into a workbasket an old pair of
gloves, saying to the minister’s wife that
she might have them. The minister’s
wife looked at them with scorn and con
tempt. A few days later, however, wish
ing to do some gardening, she thought
the despised old gloves might be useful
after all. She attempted to put them on
and found a difficulty. In every one of
the 10 fingers there was a $5 bill.—Tren
; ton True American.
AT THE OLD TRYSTING PLACE.
The dead leaves rustle at my feet,
The moon is shining brightly;
Something has softly dimmed my eyes.
Across the path one shadow lies.
The path two trod so lightly.
It was upon a night like this
Love left us only sorrow;
I held her little hand in mine;
That parting is to me divine.
Then there was no tomorrow.
Since I have learned life’s lesson well
Hearts are not easy broken.
Tonight all joys I have forgot;
Tliere’s something sacred in this spot.
Where sweet goodbys were spoken.
I’d feel less lonely with myself
If I were broken hearted;
Would I could live that night again.
With all its sadness-sweetened pain.
When love from love was parted!
—Lippincott’s.
What, a Young Man Did.
A college graduate had hardly received
his diploma before he was compelled to
face poverty and family disgrace. His
father, who had been reputed to be
wealthy, was an embezzler and a fugi
tive from justice. His mother and sisters
were entirely dependent upon his modest
earnings in a broker’s office.
He had planned taking an advanced
course of professional study in architec
ture. His ideal occupation had to be
abandoned. He was in love with a
charming girl, but ceased to visit her
since marriage was out of the question.
An opportunity for a year’s travel in Eu
rope at a friend’s expense was given up.
Year after year he maintained a hard,
bitter struggle to make a living at un
congenial employment for his mother
and sisters, to support his father abroad
and to overcome prejudice caused by the
family disgrace. He became a success
ful business man, but was prematurely
gray at 40. His life was haunted by the
ghosts of his youthful hopes.
Such lives do not furnish material for
exciting stories. They are dull and pro
■ saic, but are nevertheless heroic. To
give up all that is dear to youth and to
be loyal to family obligations sometimes
is a crowning triumph of unselfishness.
—Youth’s Companion.
3Iany Ministers Present.
Ex-Secretary Lincoln, while United
States minister to England, wished to
get into Westminster on the occasion of
a special service there. Archdeacon Far
rar had told Mr. Lincoln to go to the
east door of the cathedral to avoid the
crowd and to inform the usher that he
was the American minister, so that he
could be conducted at once to the arch
deacon’s pew. When Mr. Lincoln sent
in his name and title, the usher came
out and said, with surprise, “For gra
cious’ sake, how many American minis
ters are there?” It seems that several
gentlemen of the cloth had each deftly
made his way into the church by inform
ing the usher that he was an American
minister.—San Francisco Argonaut.
What Could He, Indeed?
A group of women in China got hold
of a fashion magazine from the United
States. After examining it carefully for
some moments one of the number said to
a missionary who had been talking to
them against “foot binding:” “China
women pinch foot. You say China wom
an velly bad. Melican woman not pinch
foot. Melican woman pinch here,” laying
her hand on her ■waist. “Life here, life
not in foot. Melican woman velly much
more bad than China woman.” What
could the missionary say?—Louisville
Recorder.
Five Years' Bank of England Paid Notes.
The stock of paid notes for five years
in the Bank of England is about 77,745,
000 in number, and they fill 13,400 boxes,
which if placed side by side would reach
2i miles.. If the notes were placed in a
pile they would reach to a height of 5J
miles, or if joined end to end would form
a ribbon 12,455 miles long. Their super
ficial area is rather less than that of Hyde
park. Their original value was over
£1,750,626,600 and their weight over 90|
tons.—London Tit-Bits.
Followed Plenty of Advice.
A Connecticut farmer who wished to
paint his barn asked all his neighbors
what would be the best color: He ac
cepted the advice of every one of them,
and there never was a barn that showed
as many colors as this one when the
work was done.—New York Times.
A Siamese Ceremony.
The removal of the topknot of a Sia
mese prince, which indicates that he has
reached manhood, is accompanied by im
posing ceremonies which last several
days. The governors of all the prov
inces are expected to be present with
gifts.—Philadelphia Press.
A Bing on His Hands.
“Is Harkins worrying over the fact
that Miss de Riche jilted him?”
“No; but it annoys him exceedingly
to think that the ring she gave back was
purchased at her father’s store and paid
for, too, by Jove!”—Harper’s Bazar.
The Fact Remains.
Miss Azure Hughes—I emphatically
deny that the educated woman is
ashamed to admit her age.
Giglamps—But all the same I notice
she doesn’t put her college year after her
name.—Vogue.
Hortensius, the Roman orator, had a
memory so wonderful that on a wager
he spent a whole day at an auction, and
at night repeated all the sales, the prices
and the names of the buyers.
The properties and use of the mariner’s
compass were known to the Chinese cen
turies ago. It was brought to Europe in
the thirteenth century and first used on
the Mediterranean.
The smallest tree in Great Britain
grows on the summit of Ben Lomond. It
is the dwarf willow, which is mature
when it attains the height of 2 inches.
A map of Ireland made of hairs taken
from the heads of the different members
of the McLean family is in the possession
of Mrs. A. McLean of Pelham, Ga.
Ancient Girdled.
Ancient girdles were in some respects
like the chatelaines not long ago so innch
the rage among tho ladies, hut they dif
fered therefrom in being more useful,
more comprehensive in regard both to
sex and to articles worn, and when com
pletely furnished more costly. It is
partly for this last reason that we find
girdles bequeathed as precious heirlooms
And as valuable presents to keep the
giver's memory green after death. They
were not infrequently of great intrinsic
value. Ono of King John’s girdles was
wrought with gold and adorned with
gems, and that of the widow of Sir
Thomas Hungerford, bequeathed in 1504
to the mother church of Worcester,
was of green color harnessed with silver
and richly jeweled.
Not a few wealthy commoners were
able to afford tlie luxury of gold embel
lished belts and were not superior to that
pardonable vanity so long as no regula
tion prohibited them. Those who have
studied our social history will not be
surprised to learn that enactments were
passed restraining them. Edward III
forbade any person under the degree of a
knight from wearing girdles, gilt or sil
ver, unless he should happen to be an es
quire of substance valued at more than
£200, when a reasonable embellishment
was tolerated. Henry IV confirmed this
regulation, but it does not seem to have
been stringently enforced, for Edward IV
was constrained to impose a penalty of
40 pence upon the wives of servants and
laborers who should have the pertinence
to aspire to be as good as their masters’
spouses.—Chambers’ Journal.
Making the .Most of Household Pets.
Whatever beast is kept it should have
its own quarters in which it is at home
and free from intrusion and to which it
can retire when it chooses. This home
should be kept clean and sweet by fre
quent changes of bedding and the use of
soap and water. No one has a right to
keep an animal in confinement who finds
it too much trouble to attend to its health
and comfort. It should be regularly fed
on food that is most healthful for it, and
what is quite as essential to its happiness
and consequently to its health, it should
be talked to and noticed as much as any
body.
I am certain many animals and birds
suffer and die in our homes from pure
loneliness and from being regarded by
their human neighbors as creatures of
an altogether different nature. Whereas
the truth is, if one will but cultivate
their acquaintance, he will be astonished
to see how the dullest and most stupid
will wake out of its apparent torpor and
show understanding and character.
I know a family very fond of pets, in
which the creatures show most extraor
dinary individuality. Their cats do
things no cat was ever before known to
do; their parrots and other birds show
what we call human nature in a won
derful degree, and their dogs almost
talk. The reason is plain; the animal or
bird is made one of the family. It is
talked to and petted as well as cared for.
Its intelligence develops, and the beast
becomes very like the human being.—
Olive Thorne Miller in Harper's Bazar.
A Gleam of Sunshine.
I stood in the great courtyard of Sing
Sing prison two days before the famous
escape of Roehl and Pallister. The genial
keeper had shown us everything and ev
erybody of the hundreds of prisoners
save the fatal five in the condemned
cells. We had seen the workshops, the
dining room, the tiny sleeping apart
ments, the chapel painted by a convict’s
pencil with scenes from the “Prodigal
Son.” As we turned to go away the at
tendant called to me:
“Look yonder.”
There was a little girl, the daughter of
an official of the prison, surrounded by
three men in stripes. How they kissed
her innocent face and almost worshiped
her as she stood among them with the
sunlight playing around her slender
form!
“Strange thing, sir, but these fellows
do so love children!” said the keeper.
“If we only let them play where the
prisoners can see them, they will watch
them by the hour and spend days in
making little toys for them. Ay,” con
tinued he, “and robins, mice, rats, any
thing alive, they will catch, tame and
cherish.”
The scene in the grim, gaunt prison
was a fascinating one. As the great iron
gate clanged behind us I turned and
looked again. The group was still there,
gilded by the April sunlight.—New York
Ledger.
A Cyclist Catches a Train.
“We have all seen men run for a train,”
said a traveler. “The other day I saw a
man make a break for one on a bicycle.
We had halted at a station from which a
straight, level road ran back at a right
angle to the railroad. At a considerable
distance up that road we saw a man com
ing on a bicycle. A man afoot couldn't
have got anywhere near us from that
distance, and it didn't seem as though
the man on the wheel could get within
rods of us, but he came down the street
whizzing. When he had come about
half the distance, the conductor gave the
signal to start, and the engineer sounded
the whistle and started the train. It
was astonishing how fast the man on the
wheel was coming now. There was a
broad, level space around the station.
The bicyclist swept over this in a great
curve that landed him alongside the bag
gage car. Dismounting, he lifted his
wheel up to the waiting hands of the bag
gage master. A fraction of a second lat
er the steps of the first passenger car
came along, and the bicyclist stepped
aboard a winner.”—New York Sun.
About How He Felt.
Mr. and Mrs. Fitts were out driving.
“I wonder,” said she, “just what the
poor horse's feelings are? It must be
just horrid to be driven and dragged
around, without any idea as to where
one is going, except as sdme one directs.”
“I fancy lean appreciate his feelings,”
replied Mr. Fitts calmly. “I imagine he
feels just about as I do when you take
me out on a shopping trip.”—London
Tit-Bits.
The Conductor’ll I.Hrge Acquaintance.
“When I was ont in Chicago at the
opening of tlio World’s fair.” said a
friend of mine, “I bad occasion to make
a call on some old acquaintances on the
West Side. Tho streets in that portion
of tho city had many of them the bap
tismal names of women, and as I lived
there at one time the calling of them by
the car conductor sounded familiar to
me, although it seemed to puzzle an old
countryman on board, who was doubt
less visiting Chicago for the first time.
There were a number of ladies among
the passengers, and os the conductor
called out ’Elizabeth’ the car stopped,
and one of them got off. A few squares
farther and there was tho call ‘Ada,’
followed by a stop and the exit of an
other lady.
“Tho old countryman began to look
Interested, and when tho next cal! came,
‘May,’ and he saw a lady gather np her
bundles and walk down tho aisle, he had
a puzzed air. In quick succession there
came ‘Pauline,’ ‘Roberta’ and ‘Augusta,’
followed by the departure of a passen
ger. The old man could not stand it
any longer. His eyes bulged out, and
making a rush for tho platform he said
in a stage whisper to the conductor,
‘Great snakes, mister, do yon know the
names of all the women folks in this big
town?1
“He had been under the impression
that each woman who left the car an
swered to the name that was called out.”
—Philadelphia Inquirer.
Interesting People.
“What makes a person interesting?"
It cannot lie intellectual brilliancy, for
we have all known men whoso minds
were stored with tho best thought of the
world, yet wholly failed to interest ns;
women whose brains were developed
by tho widest culture, yet were unable
to appear other than dry as dust cata
logues of knowledge. Think of the peo
ple who interest you and study their
qualities, and how few you find possess
ing just tho same traits.
It is all a matter of magnetic soul cur
rents possibly. Why not? We can
hardly dispute that some human bodies
convey electricity much more readily
than others. In almost any gathering
of a dozen persons at h ast ono will bo
found who possesses this strange power,
the touch of whose baud can cause a
sensation like that of touching an elec
tric battery.
Is there anything impossible in the
theory that souls have their electric cur
rents, which pass more or less freely to
and fro according to the individual pow
er as conductor? Then we have but to
assume that the person who interests us
is one whoso soul current mingles freelv
with our own. This is perhaps a more
satisfactory explanation than tho more
commonly received one of animal mag
netism, a quality on a lower plane and
infinitely less subtle iu character.—Bos
ton Advertiser.
Earthquake Phenomena.
The wild, untamed earthquake is a
terrible thing to encounter. The “quak
ing,” the rending of the earth’s surface
and the other incidental accompaniments
usually described are only a tithe of the
real terrors of a seismic shock. To some
the noise which precedes the real shock
is more terror inspiring than the
“quake” itself. Father Kirclier describes
these subterranean rumblings as “a hor
rid sound resembling that of an infinite
number of chariots driven fiercely for
ward, mingled with the noise of crack
ing whips, neighing of horses and the
cries of victory and despair on the part
of the charioteers.”
The sounds which preceded the great
Lisbon earthquake are said to have re
sembled “the rumbling of empty omni
buses, chariots and barrels, the noise in
creasing in volume until it equaled the
roar of a thousand cannons.” Another
peculiarity is the gyratory motion that
is frequently imparted to sections of
earth of greater or lesser area. At Co
lares in 1705 several stone houses in tho
lower quarters of the city were turned
completely around, this, too, without
rendering them uninhabitable.— St.
Louis Republic.
Where Frank II. Stockton Lives.
Follow the Morristown road, past one
country seat after another, for a quarter
of a mile, and you come to Kitchell ave
nue. You are in Morristown now, but
in reality nearer Madison. Turn to the
left, and the first place yon come to is
surrounded by a low stone wall. Through
iron gates a graveled roadway leisurely
turns, and passing beneath huge ever
greens reaches a yellow and white frame
house, with a veranda in front and a
tower at the farther end. Opposite the
doorway, beneath the great trees, is a
rustic seat and a rustic table.
Between two of the trees is swung
a hammock, and in pleasant weather
Frank R. Stockton lies in the hammock
dictating his fanciful tales to his wife,
who sits on the rustic settee. It is an
ileal home for an author, situated upon
8 n eminence commanding miles of coun
try, removed from the main road and
surrounded by a grove.—Newark Adver
tiser.
A Jfew Crater In the Moon.
In a bulletin of the Astronomical so
ciety of the Pacific Professor Weinek,
director of the observatory of Prague,
who is a specialist in the study of the
moon and to whom have been sent
copies of the Lick negatives of the ineon,
has discovered in one of the Lick pho
tographs a crater which is not to be
found on Schmidt's map. This object,
which is estimated to be about a quarter
of a mile in diameter, is of sufficient size
to have been seen by Schmidt, and it is
difficult to imagine that the distinguished
selenographer overlooked it.
Quick Action.
“Centerline sent a story to a magazine
the other day and got back a queer re
ply. They said the story ‘lacked rapid
ity in movement.’ ”
“Well, where's the queerness of that?’
“You see, lie sent the MS. one day and1
got it back the nest, and he considered
that pretty rapid movement.”—Kate
Field’s Washington.
