IN THE EARLY DAYS. Tbs great first children Journeyed through The countries, lonely then. With all their sheep and little ones. Their cattle and their men. » And kept themselves in tribes apart For awe of the great plains, , And learned the length of days and night6. Of snmmers and of rains. * And saw no other men through all The blue horizons wide. 8avo i heir own kind, who came to birth And marched and sang and died. And left the mark of well pitch’d tents. Of footprints In the dew. And tracks of beaten, billowed grass Their flocks hod pastured through. 4 And sometimes on a mountain top They stood among their spears. And gazed across an unknown sea Into the unknown years. V A , And sometimes o'er a silent plain. As endless as the sky, 4 A child from lands unknown would come And meet them eye to eye. j And they would gaze and love and spe^k And rest awhile, and then Each journeyed past with all his sheep. Ills cattle and his men. —Alice Archer Sewell in Harper's Monthly/ HE DOUBTED HER. • The fishing fleet had set out early in the morning. The atmosphere was very clear, and the boats could still be seen in the distance, strung out in a long line across the horizon, between the Oriel beach and the Pointe de Cayeux. A few sailors’ wives, children and old men still loitered on tho jetty, all in excellent humor, for with such weather there should certainly be a fine haul of fish. The sea was admirably blue, but lashed by tho wind it broke into little waves, which rushed, white capped, toward the shore. "Do you seo it yet, mamma?” asked a little fellow who had staid away from school that morning in order to see Iris father start with the fleet. His mother had a marine glass—a luxury that her neighbors envied her. In such clear weather as this, if they could not distinguish the men, they could at least make out the gigantic numbers on the sails. He would have remained a long time watching his father’s sloop as it grew smaller and smaller in the distance, but his mother led him away. They must go back to the house to their work. They loitered along the harbor, which had lost its animation now that its fleet of fishing craft was gone. On the side toward the town a few small boats were waiting till the sea went down a little before venturing out, Xhd ou ihe other side half a dozen ships were discharging their cargoes of coal and taking on phosphates. Mine. Fournier stopped mechanical ly in the middle of the quay to look at a fine English three master, the Har ding, which came every week with a cargo of coal. A sailor, leaning on the rail of the ship, saw her and waved his cap gayly to her. She turned away and hurried up the Rue de la Falaise to her home. Two hours later the loungers of the Rue de la Falaise were greatly surprised to see Master Fournier, the owner of the fishing sloop T 672. hastening an grily homeward. He had not entered the house before his neighbors had run to learn the rea son of his sudden return. Why had he come back? it was that way that they had of leaving port, with all sails set, what ever the weather, which was known all up and down the coast as "Treport sail ing.” Her backstay had been broken, and Fournier had had to come back to port for repairs. These were already under way, and once he had his men at work he had come up to see his wife a mo ment. "Your wife—she has gone out, but •he will be back directly.” He was pouring himself a glass of thin wine from the pitcher he had drawn that morning before leaving, when he noticed the inkstand open on the table and the pen beside it, still wet with ink. It was his son’s pen and inkstand, but as the little fellow never wrote dur ing the day he concluded that his wife must have been writing. Almost at the same moment he noticed a letter in the blue vase on the mantel, and with out thinking he opened it and read: Mm*. Fournier: i love you more than I can tell. I implore you U» set a time when we can meet. You are free—your husband is gone. Harry Evans. ’My God I ’ ’ cried Fournier, “Harry Evans!" He knew him well, this handsome English sailor of the Harding, who had already ruined more than one home in Trepnrt—a tall fellow, as tall as Four nier himself, fair, with the complexion of a girl and tender bine eyes. He sprang up to rush to the quay and strangle the Englishman, when he heard his wife returning. Evidently she had answered that insulting letter, and she would tell him what answer she had given. He trusted his wife. "I hurried back." she said as she came in ' I heard of the accident as 1 was doing my marketing. ” As she laid the purchase she had made on the table, he had time to thrust the letter back into tho vase. He Wonld wait for her to speak. Mine. Fournier continued to busy herself with her household duties. He watched her, and he found her still young, browned like himself, almost as tall, gracefully poised on her pointed sabots and with a waist still slender. From time to time she looked at him with a smile. She was not surprised to see him looking somber after the ac cident. She did not say anything about it, for she had given him her advice on tho subject long ago, and it was the •ole matter on which they disagreed. “Wife, have you nothing new to tell me?" “Nothing, my dear husband.” His face contracted as with a sudden pain. His wife, thinking it due to cha grin at the accident, kissed him tender ly He pressed hor to him with unaccus tomed force. Never, even in the fierc est tempest, had ho suffered as he suf fered now. Suspicion, entering his simple, loyal heart, ravaged it terribly. “Well, goodby. I am going to the harbor. Wo shall go out with the next tide, if the backstay is repaired. Good by.” She accompanied him to the end of tho street and bade him farewell with so frank an eye that ho asked himself if it were possible that such a woman could lio. Ho was about to go to the Harding when one of the sailors saw him and came after him. Compelled to return to his vessel, he had time to reflect. A sudden fit of rage, a fight, would prove nothing, and he would never know the truth. So he calmly watched the work of reparation, which was coming on apace. At 2 o’clock his wife brought him his luncheon. At 5 his son came to kiss him goodby, and that evening he set sail again, after having seen tho Har ding leave Treport for England. The following Saturday, after a ter rible tempest, the fishing fleet returned to Treport. laden with a fine catch of fish. Master Fournier looked quickly to see if tho English thre9 master were at the quay, but she was not there. Disembarking, he learned that the Harding had gone down in sight of Spithead, and that all on board had been lost. Harry hvans, then, was dead. His wife alono knew the truth. He would not dare to question her. He would never know the truth—he would doubt her always I From that time every one in Treport remarked that Master Fournier had grown taciturn. They asked his wife the reason, but she replied evasively that she did not know. His sailors found him rougher than before and more avaricious. He often returned to Treport on Snnday morn j ing and left again the same evening, without a night’s rest. One week he came back on Tuesday, ; and the news spread that the St. Lau | rent had brought back the corpse of a ; drowned man. According to the cus ! tom of that part of the coast, Master Fournier had given orders to return to port, losing his catch of fish, in order to bury the dead. Accompanied by two of his sailors, he made his deposition before the com missioner, and the latter had him sign ; the declaration that “the body of a drowned man had been recovered by the St. Laurent at a point 15 miles SSW of Spithead, measuring 5 feet 10 inches I in height, dressed in a blue woolen shirt, trousers of gray cloth and necker chief of red cotton; no papers, no marks to establish identity; supposed, from the place of drowning, in default of other evidence, to have been one of the crew of the Harding.” Early the next morning a funeral procession traversed the village and bore to the little church the remains of the unknown sailor found by the St. Lau rent. Behind the coffin walked the sailors of the St. Laurent, their master at their head, and behind the men came the wives or mothers of the sailors. The religious ceremony was brief, but respectfully followed, and the un known dead was conducted to the cem etery by the great family of sailors of Treport, who honor themselves in thus honoring the remains of others. “Get yourselves ready,” announced Master Fournier to his men. “We go to sea directly.” Fournier led his wife to a little knoll a few paces away from the cemetery. He wished to speak with her without witnesses. “Wife,” he said, “do you know for whom you have come to pray?” She trembled and pressed her hus band’s hand. She had never seen him so solemn. “The man we have just buried was Harry Evans—wait!” Mme. Fournier turned pale. Her hus band tendered her a paper, stained as if with water. “Wife. I have doubted you. My punishment is to accuse myself of it. 1 read the letter he dared to write to you, and 1 have been very miserable. The other night when this drowned man was found 1 alone searched him. I could not show to others, not even to the commissioner, the only paper he had on him, in a little bag of oiled silk. The water bad dimmed it a little, but I have read it nevertheless.” It was the answer written to the handsome English sailor by Mme. Four nier: Silt—I love my husband. That is the sole answer I can make to your letter. I shall say nothing to my husband, for he would kill you. Never come here again. “Wife, do you forgive me?” “Oh, my poor husband, how you have suffered!” From that day Master Fournier grew young and gay again, but nothing can keep him from going out with ail sails set.—Translated For San Francisco Argonaut From tho French of Pierre Sales. The Age of Senator Harris. The exact age of Senator Harris is a profound mystery. He resolutely re fuses to state the date of his birth in the Congressional Directory. This is only one of his eccentricities, but it is his strongest. I asked Representative Patterson of Memphis once how old his friend really was. If any one should know it, he should, for they are as intimate as any two men in congress. Patterson shook his head sadly. “If Harris were to die tomorrow,” he said, “I do not believe any ono could tell his age to the marble cutters. In Tennes see we figure this way,” he said, laugh ing; “we know that he went on the duelfield with Andrew Jackson in 1808 —at least this has never been denied. He was a man then and supposed to have some gray hairs at the time. A conservative estimate would make him out to be about 150 years of age."— Washington Cor. Augusta Chronicle. AN OCEAN TBACKEDY. THE TEHRIBLE FATE WHICH BEFEl. THE CENTRAL AMERICA. A Contest Between Angry Waters and s Bur-ket Line, la Which the Latter Lost. A Cowardly Engineer—A Bird Guided the Ellen to the Rescue. And who that remembers can hear without a thrill the name of the steam ship Central America, which sank in a great storm on Sept. 12, 1837, with most of her officers and crew, nearly 400 pas sengers and $1,800,000 in gold? The Central America was crowded with treasure laden people from Cali fornia on their way to New York. Aft er leaving Havana on Sept. 8 she ran into h storm. The steamer began to leak, and Captain Hernden called upon the passengers to form lines ami pass the buckets. Hour after hour the tem pest howled, and the huge vessel groaned as the immense seas broke against her. Hour after hour the men with the buck ets toiled for their lives: slowly the wa ter gained on them. 1 he officers exhorted the bucket gangs not to pause for a moment if the ship was to be saved. The wind roared and the storm increased in fury. Every pas senger stuck to his post and worked un til he fell to the deck exhausted. Then the women offered to take the places of their womout, fainting husbands and brothers, but none of the men would al low it. As the horror of the situation gradually dawned on the minds of the women and children the air was filled with sounds of terror, but above the raging hurricane and the cries of lamen tation roso the chorus of the bucket men: Heave, oh! heave, oh! stamp and go. We’ll he jolly blather, oh! All day long they sang this song and fought for life against the steadily ris ing water. Mrs. Easton, a bride on her honeymoon trip, passed bottles of wine to the heroic men to strengthen them in their desperate work. All night long the struggle was continued, and still the ocean gained inch by inch. The women begged, with tears in their eyes, to be allowed to help. They cheered the brave fellows and wept when they saw them fall to the deck with white faces and trembling limbs. During the next day the peril of the steamer was increased by the lack of food and water. The hurricane tossed the sinking hull about and shattered her spars and masts. While the tired and sleepless men stuck to the buckets the women knelt and prayed to God for as sistance. About 2 o’clock in the afternoon a sail was seen to windward. Guns were ffred and signals of distress hoisted. The strange vessel, which turned out to be the brig Marine of Boston, answered the signals and tried to approach, but the gale blew her about three miles away. Then the boats were made ready, and the women and children prepared them selves. They had to strip off nearly all of their clothes and put on life preserv ers. Many of the women had gold, which they could not carry with the them. Two of them went to their state rooms and took out bags of $20 gold pieces, which they threw down in the cabin, inviting the others to take what they pleased. The money rolled and jingled about on the floor, while the two weeping women explained that they were returning home to enjoy the fortune which they h&d made in California, and that they would be beggars if the ship was lost. None of the women dared to take more than two pieces of gold lest it might weigh them down. The men still remained at their work, saying that they would remain on board until another ship arrived, as the Marine could not take all the passengers, and the women and children must be saved first. Among those heroes was Billy Birch, the famous minstrel. Two of the lifeboats were smashed by the sea, but three boats were filled with women and children, many of the latter being infants. The last boat to leave carried the chief engineer. He solemnly promised the captain to return, but the moment he got into the boat he drew a knife and threatened to kill any one who followed him. Later on, when the wom en and children were put on board the Marine, the chief engineer, like the cow ard and liar he was, refused to return. Now the sinking steamship was so low in the ocean that almost every wave swept her deck. Some of the passengers got into the rigging, while others tried to bnild a raft. Night came on. The storm continued to rage. The ship quiv ered and careened. Rockets soared up into the bellowing, angry heavens. Slow ly the vessel filled with water, and the doomed host clinging to her deck and rigging prepared for death. There was no weeping and no shrieking, no wring ing of hands. The captain stood at the wheel to the last. All at once the ship, as if in an agony j of death herself, made a plunge at an angle of 45 degrees, and with an appall- ' ing shriek from the engulfed mass she j disappeared, and nearly 500 human be ings were left struggling among the fierce waters. The scene was horrifying, i and many who were saved afterward fainted at the mere memory of it. A few held on to planks and spars all through the wild night, and as the day broke the Norwegian bark Ellen arrived j and picked up 49 of the men. “I was forced out of my course just | before I met you,” said the captain of the Ellen to the rescued passengers, “and when I altered my course a bird flew across the ship once or twice, and then darted into my face. A few min utes later the bird repeated its move ments. I thought it an extraordinary thing, and while thinking on it in this way the mysterious bird reappeared, and for the third time flew into my face. 1 This induced me to alter my course back j to the original one, and in a short time 1 heard noises in the sea and discovered j that I was in the midst of shipwrecked ! people.” Who shall say what power guided the | flight of the frail messenger through the ■ stormy air?—New York Herald. KRISS KRINGLE. A Corruption of the Words Christ Child Now Applied to Santa Claus. In these days Kriss Kringle is looked upon as an alternative name for Santa Claus; but, in fact, he is, etymologic ally and historically, a totally different being, though the two personages have been welded into one in the popular imagination. A very email knowledge of German reveals the fact that Kriss Kringle is simply a corruption of the word “Christkindlein,” or Christ child, whose connection with the Christmas festival is too obvious to need explana tion. But what seems inexplicable ;s how the Christ child of the past, the Holy One, whose nativity i.; the subject of commemoration in that feast which we call Christmas, should have evolved into the white hairsd. white bearded, merry hearted and kindly old pagan whom we call indifferently Kriss Kringle or Santa Claus. Yet at the very moment when we have come face to face with this apparently | insoluble paradox we have reached the solution which seemed impossible when we strove to understand the much less startling transformation of St. Nicholas into Santa Ciaus. We remember that the Christmas fes tival of today is a gradual evolution from times that long rrt' 1 the Christian period; turn l..uugi. it cele brates the mightiest fact in the history of Christendom it was overlaid upon heathen festivals, and many of its attend ant observances are mere adaptations of pagan to Christian ceremonial. This was no mere accident. It was a necessary measure at a time when the new religion was forced ou a deeply superstitious population. In order to reconcile heathen converts to the new faith and to make the wrenching of the old ties as painless as possible these rel ics of paganism were preserved under modified externals, exactly as the an tique columns were transferred from an cient temples to adorn the Christian ba silicas. In course of time, as the idea of mun dane merriment rather than religious sanctification at the period of Christmas became the predominant one. St. Nicho las or Santa Claus lost his asceticism, be came ruddier, jollier, more rubicund in aspect, while the Christ child faded more and more into the background, un til at last the very name of the latter under the slightly different form of Kriss Kringle was transferred to his successor.—Selected. Yuletitle Superstitions. While traveling at Christmas time in the old English county of Devon a few years ago, I found it peculiarly affluent in these odd Christmas superstitions and customs. Every family I visited pro vided, if able to afford them, a “Yule cheese” and a “Yule cake” for the Christmas season, and it is considered very unlucky to cut them before Christ mas day. The same superstition prevails with regard to the “Yule candle”—a very tall one specially provided—and the “Yule dog” or log—a large stick for the Christ mas fire. Misfortune is regarded as certain to follow if either candle or log is lighted until just as the family are sitting down to supper on Christmas eve, and it is also considered a sure pre cursor of evil for any one to stir the log or snuff the candle during the progress of the meal. On Christmas morning no member of the family must stir out of the house until its threshold has been crossed by the footsteps of some male outsider. If a woman or girl is the first to enter on Christmas morning, ill luck is sure to follow. Another Devonshire supersti tion is that if the sun shines brightly at noon ou Christmas day there will be a plentiful crop of apples in the succeed ing summer.—Buffalo Express. Tli© Christmas Stocking* A jolly device to take the place of the tree is a big stocking with its top held open by a circle of wire. The stocking is made of striped calico or any available stuff and must be big enough to hold all the gifts, which are to be done up stout ly in pasteboard and paper. Each is tied with twine, and a long end is left. A tag is fastened to each string bearing the name of the one for whom the package j is destined. Then all the packages are j put into the stocking. When it is time j for the distribution, each must find a j string with his or her name on it and , take hold. At a given signal all pull at : once. The fun will be increased if it be the ' rule that no one can get a gift except by pulling at the string, and that no one must use the hands to disentangle strings. It would perhaps be better to put in only one gift for each person at one time. Then, when all have got their packages, a second batch is arranged; then a third and so on. A big horn of plenty, suspended so the gifts can be easily drawn out by strings, is a slight variation of this suggestion. If preferred, in either case the strings may be pulled one by one by a single person who has been chosen giftmaster. —New York Press. Christmas Bells. How many memories gather round the sound Of bells, those silver monitors to us! Whilom they peal dire dangers, and the ground Trembles to tramp of feet fear furious; Whilom they toil above some burial mound. Again, they summon souls to praise or prayer; They mingle in with music when it plays Melodious, so that ail of life seems fair. Or tinkle dimly in the covert ways Where wethers iead the flock that is their care. 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