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X ROMANCE CHAPTER X. ( Continued. ) "Why are you not wjth Mrs. Wilden .ind the others ? " he continues kindly , as he follows Shell into the drawing- room , which looks bare and desolate , for Shell has not found courage even to renew the flowers during the past I tew days. ? ? "I did not wish to go , " she ex plains vaguely , as she seats herself on a low chair and takes puss on her fcnee. "I thought It would bo so otupid and dull on the moor. " Robert Champley stares at her with an amused smile. "Surely it could not be much duller than you are here ? " he ventures with a laugh ; and then adds almost stern ly , "You oughtx not to have been left here alone. " " ' " reiterates Shell "But I wouldn't go ! decidedly. "It is nobody's fault but my own ; they were all very much vexed with me for not going , only only I preferred remaining bshind. " "I am afraid you must be a very de termined young lady. " "Yes , I am very obstinate , " assents Shell , applying the most obnoxious term she can think of to her decision of character ; then , anxious to be done \ with personalities , she continues , "But you came with a message. How are they all getting on at Oakford ? " ' For a moment there is a look of keen annoyance on Robert Champley's face , then he laughs off the question gaily. "Oh your sister seems charmed with the moor ; Mrs. Wilden not quite so enchanted ; whilst Miss Flower , I hear , has threatened more than once to run away ! Amongst other troubles , it seems she is suffering intensely from cold not having come sufficiently sup plied with wraps for the keen brac ing air. I am charged with a note foegging you to send her all the furs you -can lay your hands on she de clares the Arctic regions must be tropi cal compared with Oakmoor ! " "Vi is always shivery , " laughs Shell , as she takes the small tinted note , re dolent of orris-root , and scans the hastily-scrawled lines. "Well , it won't I take me long to gather up her bundle of wraps. How does she want them sent , I wonder ? " "By train to Limply station , thence " X by the carrier to Oakford , I suppose , answers Mr. Champley briskly ; then , seeing Shell's involuntary start of sur prise , he adds , "I should have been very pleased to take them had I been going that way. " Shell still stares at him in open- eyed amazement. "I thought you were going to spend the summer at Oakmoor ? " she falters ; and then a faint smile puckers up her mouth she cannot help feeling amus ed at the unexpected turn events are taking. "Yes ; true I had intended to do so , answers Robert Champley in a slow thoughtful voice , "but I have changed my mind. The children seem so thor oughly happy at the farm that thought I would take advantage of their being there to take a short run -on the continent. Your sister , Miss Wilden , has been , as usual , particu larly kind she has offered to keep an ye on the little ones so I feel that they are perfectly safe. " He finishes "his statement with a deep-drawn sigh ; tmd Shell blushes crimson in the gath ering twilight as she realizes the fact that he has been driven abroad by Ru- oy's pertinacity. "Would they not have been safer at -Champley House with Mrs. Tolley to look after them ? " ventures Shell du- "biously. Again the father sighs. "I think the air up there is good for Meg , " he answers , drawing his hand slowly across his brow ; "the child has not been herself of late even Rob has turned listless -with the heat ; but I don't doubt I shall find them strong enough on my return the Oakmoor air is better than any medicine. " \ "And yet you are running away from it ! " laughs Shell mischievously. "A week of it seemed enough for Ted , " explains Mr. Champley , throw ing the onus of his departure on his brother's innocent shoulders. "We thought we should have time for a rush through Switzerland before the long vacation. Ted has never been to Swit zerland. " "I hope you both will enjoy it , " re marks Shell tamely. Then there ensues an awkward pause neither guest nor hostess seems to have any further remark to make till Robert Champley's eyes , traveling round the room in search of an ob ject , light upon the piano. "You were discoursing very sweet rmusic when I broke in upon your soli tude , " he says , with a quick smile. "Yes , I was making as much noise as possible to drown my feeling of loneliness , " laughs Shell. "Perhaps it was indiscreet of me , but I listened to your music for fully ten minutes before knocking at the door. I am particularly partial to good mu sic , and It is not often that I get a chance of listening to any so well worth hearing. I could not imagine who was playing somehow I was un der an erroneous impression that Miss Wilden was par excellence the musi cian of the family. " "Oh , my playing is nothing much ! " answers Shell brusquely. "You are wounding my feelings , for I consider myself a good judge , " laughs her companion ; "only I should very much like to know why you so per sistently put yourself In the back ground. " "Oh , because putting oneselfi for ward is such a bore ! " scoffs Shell. "If people know you can play , you are always - ways being made useful in one way or another. " "Isn't that rather a selfish way to look at it ? " asks Mr. Champley grave- ly. "Surely it was intended that we should all be useful to our fellow- creatures so far as lies in our power. " Shell laughs a little mocking laugh. "Of course it is very meritorious to be unselfish , " she says flippantly ; "but I am not given to self-sacrifice , and I am afraid I don't love my fellow-crea- tures as I ought. " Whilst she is speaking a single knock at the door is heard , and again she breaks into a laugh. "Ah , there is Susan she is a fellow-creature of course , and at the present moment I feel full of love for her , but I am afraid my motive is a selfish one ! You see , I was so awfully afraid that something had happened to her which would have been awkward - ward for me , to say the least of it ; " and she hurries into the hall to admit the long-looked for Susan. "You are an enigma , " remarks Rob ert Champley , who , having followed Shell to the door , now holds her hand in his , and gazes down at her with thoughtful , puzzled eyes. "Am I ? How horrid ! I never found out an enigma in the whole course of , my life I think them so dreadfully stupid. " "You are not stupid ; and I rather like enigmas , " returned Robert Champ- ley , falling into a reflection of her own mood "that is , it amuses me to find them out. By the way , Bob and Meg loaded me with the most affectionate messages for you. " "Did they ? How queer ! " answers Shell carelessly. "I don't see anything queer about it , " says Robert Champley coldly. They have very affectionate natures , poor little things , and I imagine that you have been kind to them ! " "Have I ? " muses Shell in speculative tones. "If so it must have been very passive kindness. " "I am not so sure of that ; but I must be going now I feel that I leave you in some kind of safety , now your maid has returned but really this place Is in too lonely a position for you to be living as you are doing , al most alone. " "Oh , we are safe enough ! " laughs Shell. "There is nothing at the Wil derness to tempt robbers ; and I am not as a rule a nervous person , al though you found me in such an ab ject fright. Good night ; " and she holds out her hand in a limp and in different way to be shaken. "Good night , " he says , earnestly , as he presses it "Good night , " laughs Shell , "and happy journey ! " "You are rather premature in your wish. I shall not be leaving home for two or three days. " "Never mind happy journey when you do start ! " persists Shell , with a care'less nod , as he moves away. "A strange girl , " muses Robert Champley , as he pauses in the drive to light a cigar "one of the most unac- countablecharactersl ever came across. She makes herself out a kind of sav age , and yet the children adore her. I wonder what induced her to remain all alone in that big house when the rest took to the moor. By the way , what a nuisance that they fixed upon my neighborhood , and so literally drove me away from my hiding-place ! I hope the children will be all right I do wish Miss Wilden would leave them alone however , that she evl- dently won't do. I think I shall have to charter a yacht she couldn't fol- low us then" with an impatient laugh. "By the way , how remarkably well that little Shell plays ! I have half a j mind to make same excuse for a call wonder if she would play for me ? r Don't think so , but I'll have a try. " t CHAPTER XI. I Robert Champley is not as a rule j given to thinking much about his neighbors' concerns , yet the vision of Shell , startled and pale , as she stood before him in the gathering gloom of the hall at the Wilderness , rises more than once and confronts him during the wakeful watches of that summer j night. tl When breakfast is over the next morning , and the brothers are enjoy3 ing their pipes together with the news si of the day , under the rose-wreathed ve randah which shelters the dining-room u windows of Champley House , Robert suddenly breaks the silence. "I am going over to the Wilderness- will you come ? " he asks , addressing his brother. 'To the Wilderness ? " repeats Ted in us amazement. "Why , what's up ? You went to the Wilderness last evening. " er "That is no reason why I shouldn't go again this morning ! " laughs Rob ert. "Not the . slightest , " assents Ted , with a lazy shrug ofi hla shoulders. "If you have a fancy for stinging-nettles. It may be a weakness on my part , but I have a particular aversion to prickly young women , and Mademoiselle Shell Is a perfect hedgehog. " "Then you won't come ? " "Not If I know it ; and you can hint to the young lady that she has lost the pleasure of my company 'entirely through her waspishness of disposi tion perhaps then she will jnend her ways. " "Yes , that would be likely to make a strong Impression on her , I should think , " says the elder brother deris ively , as he clears the ashes from his pipe and prepares for departure. "The fact is , " he continues in explanation , "I think Shell ought to join her mother at Oakford ; it is really not safe for her to remain here all alone. " "Oh , she is safe enough ! Nobody who has had one interview with her Is likely to molest her a second time , " scoffs Ted. "However , if she is weigh ing j on your mind you had certainly . better get rid of her before we start ; so go and give her the benefit of your opinion , if you dare you always were of a somewhat Quixotic nature. " "Not in the least , " returns Robert seriously. "Only where duty so plain ly leads one must needs follow. " "Capital sentiment , no doubt , for the . head of a family , " drawls Ted. "If ever I marry , I hope a sense of my responsibility will fall upon me at the same time. At present my duty plain ly leads me to pack , and not to moral ize with Shell on the impropriety of her conduct. " "You are a lazy dog , Ted , and no mistake ! " laughs Robert Champley , looking down with an indulgent smile at his younger brother , who , instead of bestirring himself for the talked-of packing , has sunk down upon the close-shaven green slope leading to the veranda , and is almost lost to view under the widespread sheet of the Times. "I am thankful for small mercies , " responds ] Ted , In a tone of unmerited persecution. "Your speech would have been more annihilating had you substituted - stituted the word 'puppy' for 'dog. ' Now speed you on your way I have no earthly wish to detain you and tell Miss Shell , with my best respects , that she is quite welcome to the moor , now we have done with it ! " "All right ! " laughs Robert ; and the next moment he is walking briskly down the avenue. As he nears the "Wilderness , however , his pace slackens. After all , what business of his is it that Shell chooses to remain at home Instead of joining her Another and sister ? May she not feel justly annoyed at his interference , and resent it as sheer impertinence ? And yet he cannot somehow feel jus tified in going away and leaving her unprotected. She has been kind to his children their little hearts seem fullv of her her name trips from their tongues twenty times a day ; and yet incomprehensible girl that she is she never seems to care one jot about them ; and , If she speaks of them at all , deems them by her tone "little nui sances. " Well , duty is duty she can miscon strue him i she will , laugh at him if it so pleages her , but he will have his say , ana just tell her plainly and se riously that she ought to go to Oak- ford. ford.With With this resolution uppermost in his mind he mounts the large , flat doorstep and pulls the bell. As a rule , when the whole family are at home , the hall door stands open to admit the summer sunshine now it is closed , and Robert Champley notes with a sigh that It badly wants a coat of paint. ( To be Continued. ) f " USES FOR WROUGHT IRON. The adaptability of wrought iron work to interior decoration seems now J to ! be both understood and appreciated if we are to judge from the extreme beauty of many of the designs and the skillful manner in which they are ap plied to very various uses. It gives a bold handsome effect without in any way becoming obtrusive or aggressive , as is the case with other metal work , and may be employed for the simplest purposes , as , for instance , the handles , finger plates and hinges of doors , stair rods , fenders , fire irons , etc. What could be in better taste than wrought-iron electric fitting or lamp for hall , dining room and library ? An oak sideboard , with hinges and handles of wrought iron , or a bedroom suite treated in like manner , has a quaint , uncommon effect , while a door gains immensely in appearance by having panels of wrought iron. If an entrance J" door is treated in this way a wise ar rangement is to have the glass behind t the panel made to open inward , like 0 a casement window , and then , by leaving - ing it open occasionally , the house can be most efficiently ventilated. ti In a hall , where It Is sometimes nec tit essary to have a portion divided by V curtains , an archway of wrought Iron Va has a much more telling effect than the a usual arrangement of woodwork , and o when draped with rich velvet portieres e it ( makes an extremely handsome fea w ture. wIi ture.The Iis The curbs and fire-irons in iron are s specially designed to suit the various C styles of furniture and , being durable fe fegi and easily kept in order , they are naturally gi gitl urally becoming deservedly popular. tl tla Christ's Word. of Heaven and earth may pass , but the ; ! word of the Christ shall never pass ; and there is no peace and welfare for n' , save in the glad recognition of if the bond that unites us with out brothJ1 men. Rev. W. Gladden.'c bi There are four sovereigns and nine Is heirs apparent among the fifty-seven ; living descendants of Queen Victoria. di TALMAGE'S SERMON. "THE GRANDMOTHERS" LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. "Tho Unfelcnod Fnltli That Is Ip Tlicr , "Which Uwolt First In Thy Grand mother Lois" From Second Ilook of Timothy. Chapter 1 , Verso 5. In this pastoral letter which Paul , the old minister , is writing to Timothy thy , the young minister , the family record is brought out. Paul practical ly says : "Timothy , what a good grand mother you had ! You ought to be better than most folks , because not only was your mother good , but your grandmother was good also. Two pre ceding generations of piety ought to give you a mighty push In the right direction. " The fact was that Timothy needed encouragement. He was In poor health , having a weak stomach , and. was a dyspeptic , and Paul pre scribed for him a tonic , "a little wine for thy stomach's sake" not much wine , but a little wine , and only as a medicine. And if the wine then hadx been as much adulterated with logwood and strychnine as our modern wines , he would not have prescribed any. But Timothy , not strong physically , Is encouraged spiritually by the recital of grandmotherly excellence , Paul hinting to him , as I hint this day to you , that God sometimes gathers up as in a reservoir , away back of the active generations of today , a godly influ ence , and then in response to prayer lets down the power upon children and grandchildren and great grandchildren. The world is woefully In want of a ta ble of statistics fn regard to what is the protractedness and immensity of influence of one good woman in the church and world. We have accounts of how much evil has been wrought by a woman who lived nearly a hundred years ago , and of how many criminals her descendants furnished for the pen itentiary and the gallows , and how many hundreds of thousands of dollars they cost our country in their arraign j ment and prison support , as well as in the property they burglarized and destroyed. But will not some one come out with brain comprehensive enough ( , and heart warm enough , and pen keen enough to give us the facts in regard to some good woman of a hundred years ago , and let us know how many Christian men and women and reformers and useful people have been found 'among her descendants , and how many asylums and colleges and churches they built , and how many millions of dollars they contributed for humanitarian and Christian pur poses ? The good women whose tombstones were planted In the eighteenth century are more alive for good in the nine teenth century than they were before , as the good women of the nineteenth century will'he more alive for good in the twentieth century than now. Mark you , I have no idea that the grand mothers weYe any better than their granddaughters. You cannot get very old i people to talk much about how thipgs 1 were when they were boys and 1i girls. i They have a reticence and a non- committalism i which makes me think they 1 feel themselves to be the custo dians of the reputation of their early comrades. While our dear old folks are rehearsing the follies of the present , if we put them on the witness stand and cross-examine them as to how thing were seventy years ago the silence be comes oppressive. The celebrated Frenchmen , Volney , visited this country in 1796 , and he says of woman's diet in those times : "If a premium was offered for a regi men most destructive to health , none could be devised more efficacious for these ends than that In use among these people. " That eclipses our lob ster salad at midnight. Everybody talks about the dissipation of modern society and how womanly health goes down under it , but it was worse a hun dred years ago , for the chaplain of a French regiment in our revolutionary war wrote in 1782 , in his "Book of American Women , " saying : "They are tall and well-proportioned , their fea tures are generally regular , their com plexions are generally fair and without color. At twenty years of age the wom en have no longer the freshness of youth. At thirty or forty they are de crepit. " In 1812 a foreign consul wrote a book entitled , "A Sketch of the Unit ed States at the Commencement of the Present Century , " and he says of the women of those times : "At the age of thirty all their charms have disap peared. " One glance at the portraits FG of the women a hundred years ago and their style of dress makes us wonder how they ever got their breath. All this makes me think that the express rail train is no more an improvement on the old canal boat , or the telegraph no more an Improvement on the old- time saddle-bags , than the women of our day are an Improvement on the women of the last century. But still , notwithstanding that those times were so much worse than ours , there : was a glorious race of godly women , seventy and a hundred years ago , who held the world back from sin and lifted it toward virtue , and with out their exalted and sanctified influ ence : before this the last good influence would have perished from the earth. Indeed , all over this land there are seated to-day not so much in churches ] , for many of them are too feeble to come a great many aged grandmothers. They sometimes feel that the world has gone past them , and : they have an idea that they are ! little account. Their head some times gets aching from the racket of the grandchildren down stairs or in the next ' room. They steady themselves by the banisters as they go up and down. When they get a cold it hangs on them longer than it used to. They cannot bear to have the grandchildren pun ished even when they deserve it , and have so relaxed their ideas of family discipline that they would spoil all the youngsters of the household by too great leniency. These old folks tire the resort when great troubles como , and there Is a calming and soothing power In the touch of an aged hand that la almost supernatural. They feel they are almost through with the Journey of life and read the old Book more than they used to , hardly knowing which most they enjoy , the Old Testament or the New , and often etop and dwell tearfully over the family record half way between. Wo hail them to-day , whether In the house of God or at the homestead. Blessed Is that household that has In } t a grandmother Lois. Where she is , angels are hovering round and God Is In the room. May her last days be like those lovely days that wo call Indian summer ! Is it not time that you and I do two things swing open a picture gallery of the wrinkled faces and stooped shoul ders of the past , and call down from their heavenly thrones the godly grandmothers , to give them our thanks and then to persuade the mothers of today that they are living for all time , and that against the sides of every cradle in which a child Is rocked beat the two eternities ? Here we have an untried , undls- cussed , and unexplored subject. You often hear about your Influence upon your own children , I am not talking about that. What about your Influence upon the twentieth century , upon the thirtieth century , upon the fortieth century , upon the year two thousand , upon the year four thousand , if the world lasts so long ? The world stood four thousand years before Christ came ; it is not unreasonable to sup pose that it may stand four thousand years after His arrival. Four thousand years the world swung off in sin , four thousand years it may be swinging back , into righteousness. By the ordi nary rate of multiplication of the world's population in a century , your descendants will be over three hun dred , and by two centuries over fifty thousand , and upon every one of them , you , the mother of today , will have an influence for good or evil. And if in four centuries your descendants shall have with their names filled a scroll of hundreds of thousands , will some angel from heaven , to whom is given the capacity to calculate the number of the stars of heaven and the sands of the seashore , step down and tell us how many descendants you will have in the four thousandth year of the world's possible continuance ? Do not let the grandmothers any longer think that they are retired , and sit clear back out of sight from the world , feeling that they have no relation to it. The mothers of the Jast century are today In the person of their descendants , in the Senates , the Parliaments , the pal aces , the pulpits , the banking houses , the professional chairs , the prisons , the almshouses , the company of midnight brigands , the cellars , the ditches of this century. Your have been thinking about the importance of having the right influence upon our nursery. You have been thinking of the importance of getting those two little feet on the right path. You have been thinking of your child's destiny for the next eighty years , if it should pass on to be an oc togenarian. That is well , but my sub ject sweeps a thousand years , a mil lion years , a quadrillion of years. I cannot stop at one cradle , 1 am look ing at the cradles that reach all around the world and across all time. I am not thinking of mother Eunice. I am talk ing of grandmother Lois. The only way you can tell the force of a current is by sailing up stream ; or the force of an ocean wave , by running the ship against it. Running along with it we cannot appreciate the force. In esti mating maternal Influence we general ly run along with it down the stream of time , and so we don't understand the full force. Let us come up to it from the eternity side , after it has been working on for centuries , and see all the good it has done and all the evil it has accomplished multiplied in mag nificent or appalling compound inter est. The difference between that moth er's influence on her children now and the influence when it has been multi plied in hundreds of thousands of lives , is the difference between the Mississip pi river away up at the top of the con tinent starting from the little Lake Itasca , seven miles long and one wide , and its mouth at the Gulf of Mexico , where navies might ride , between the birth of that river and its burial in the sea the Missouri pours in , and the Ohio pours in , and the Arkansas pours in , and the Red and White and the Yazoo rivers pour in , and all the States and Territories between the Alleghany and Rocky mountains make contributions. Now , in order to test the power of a mother's influence , we need to come in off the ocean of eternity and sail up , toward the one cradle , and we find ten thousand tributaries of influence pour ing in and pouring down. But it Is aft er all one great river of power rolling on and rolling for ever. Who can fathom - * om it ? Who can bridge It ? Who can stop it ? Had not mothers better bo intensifying their prayers ? Had they not better be elevating their example ? Had they not better be rousing them selves with the consideration that by their faithfulness or neglect they are starting an influence which will be stu pendous after the last mountain of earth is flat , and the last sea has dried up , and the last flake of the ashes of a consumed world shall have been blown away , and all the telescopes of other worlds directed to the track around which our world once swung shall discover - c cover not so much as a cinder of the burned-down and swept-off planet. In Ceylon there Is a granite column thir " ty-six square feet In size , which Is thought by the natives to decldo the world's continuance. An angel with robe spun from zephyrs is once a cen tury to descend and sweep the hem of that robe across the granite , and when by that attrition the column is worn to iway they say time will end. But by that process that granite column would be worn out of existence before moth Is er's influence will begin to give way. God fill the citrth and the heavens with ouch grandmother * ! ; v/e mast Korno day go up and thank these dear old /loulH. Surely God will let u go up and toll them of the reoultn of their influence. Among our Jir t questions lu Heaven will bo , "Where la grand mother ? " They will point her out , for wo would hardly know her , even If wo had seen her on earth , HO bent over with years once and there HO straight. BO dim of eye through the blinding of earthly tcar and now her eyes as clear as heaven , HO full of aches and paln once and norHO agile with celestial health , the wrlnklcu blooming Into car nation rosefl , and her Ht p like the roe on the mountains. Yea , I muat Bee her , my grandmother on my father's side , Mary McCoy , descendant of the Scotch. When I flrst spoke to an au dience in Glasgow , Scotland , and lelt somewhat dlflldent , being a htranger , I began by telling them my grandmother was a Scotchwoman , and then there went up a shout of welcome which made me feel as easy as I do here. I must see her. You must see those women of the early part of the nineteenth century and those of the eighteenth century , the answer of whose prayers is in your welfare today. God bless all the aged women up and down the land and in all lands ! What a happy thing for Pomponlus Attlcus to say when mak ing the funeral address of his mother : "Though I have resided with her sixty- seven years , I was never once recon ciled to her , because there never hap pened the least discord between us , and consequently tiere was no need of rec onciliation. " Make it as easy for the old folks as you can. When they are sick , get for them the best doctors. Give them your arm when the streets are slippery. Stay with them all the time you can. Go home and see the old folks. Find the place for them in the hymnbook. Never be ashamed If they prefer styles of apparel which are a lit tle antiquated. Never say anything that implies that they are in the way. Make the road for the last mile as smooth as you can. Oh , my ! how you will miss her when she Is gone ! How much would I give to see my mother ! I have so many things I would like to tell her , things that have happened in. the thirty years since she went away. Morning , noon and night let us thank God for the good influences that have come down from good mothers ail the way back. Timothy , don't forget your grandmother Lois. And hand down to others this patrimony of blessing. Pass along the coronets. Make religion an heirloom from generation to genera tion. Mothers , consecrate yourselves to God and you will help consecrate all the age following ! Do not dwell so much on your hardships that you miss your chance by wielding an influence that shall look down upon you frora the towers of an endless future. I know Martin Luther wa ? right when he con soled his wife over the death of their daughter by saying : "Don't take on so , wife ; remember that this is a hard world for girls. " Yes , I go further and say , It is a hard world for women. Aye. I go further and say , it is a hard world for men. But for all women and men Who trust their bodies and souls in the hand of Christ the shining gates will scon swing open. Don't you see the sickly pallor en the sky ? That is the pallor on the cold cheek of the dying night. Don't you see the brightening of the clouds ? That is the flush on the warm forehead of the morning. Cheer up , you are coming within sight cf the Celestial.City. . A DOC OF WAR. A hardlooking young colored leaned against an awning-pole at a street-corner in Washington , says the Post , while a very ordinary cur sat at his feet. A crowd of people assembled , waiting for streetcars. Then the col ored youth bestirred himself. "Look a-ycah , Nero , " said ho to the now alert and tail-wagging cur. "what yo' gwine ter do ef a Spanyud comes a-suoopin' down the street ? " The words were scarcely uttered before - fore the cur began to snap with a M ciotisness that seemed to say. "What I'd do to him would be a hoap. " The crowd laughed , and applauded the clev erness of the plebeian-looking pup. "Dat's all right , so fall , " went on ths negro , again addressing the cur. "but what Ah wants tor fin * out is whoah all o * dese yeah Spanymls is a-goin' t * be by de time we gits free wit' * om. " The cur gave a mournful look out cf his big brown eyes , toppled over on his back , and with his four logs sticking rigidly in the air. admirably simulated the immovableness of death. Ho even ceased his panting in order to render the exhibition more realistic. The crowd gave the poor , starved- looking cur a "hand" of surprise anil appreciation , and half a dozen or so of the men dropped coins into the colored fellow's palm , admonishing him to see that the dog had a good supper. We rorgct. " Can any ono furnish the whole of the poem beginning with "l.ort of our forget ; lest wo forgot. " This Is es pecially requested by an old sub scriber. New York Tribune. Ureat Scott ! Cannot some bonovelent person furnish the literary editor of the Now York Tribune with a copy of Kipling's "Recessional" ? It needs nothing Int that to make New York a great HU'r- ary center. Boston Transcript. Weary Watklns "If I could. I'd HUj be appointed one of them provis ional governors. " Hungry lllggins - What's in It ? " "What's In It ? Ho the guy that handles the provision * , ain't he ? " Indianapolis Journal.
