BEFORE THE. DAV.
.We wakened at the dawning , out w
never saw the day ;
Ami we spoke our little prologue , hut w
never reached the play.
Oh ! uur love was sweet and certain ti
gray sorrow dropt the curtain.
Ay , we wakened at the dawning , but w
saw the day.
There were buds within our garden , bu
they never came to flower :
Tlicrt : were birds among our bushes , bu
thpy only sang an hour ,
And we laughed to see the swallow , bu
the summer did not follow ;
Tin-re- were buds , within our garden , bu
they never came to llower.
'Tis a arinent white and silken , 'tis i
white and misty veil ,
'Tfe a pair of little slippers O dear love
so white and frail.
J.s tht ? manhood in me dying that I'm sit
ting here and crying
O'er a garment and a slipper and a never
opened veil ?
Dear , the world is empty empty as th <
gcmless golden band.
The- token I had fingered and that nevei
found your hand.
Th'-y'vo been telling me the story of ai
everlasting glory ;
But you were the only preacher I coult
ever understand.
All. we ivakencd at the dawning , but w <
never saw the day ;
And ; TO spoke our little prologue , but w <
never reached the play.
But our love was sweet and certain til
gray Sorrow dropt the curtain.
yark. a single bell is calling . . . ant
this should have been the day.
Waverloy.
THE MISER'S HOARD.
" " " AVE you ever strolled in the
quaint old city of San Ail
- * * toiiio to where the river cuts
like a steel knife blade through the
liilhIt runs in a rift between the
liilK as if nature had carved its course
lu the dark , and tangled it all up , like a
silver-blue ribbon in the forest of mos
quito fringe.
Have you ever followed its windings
ami looked upon the haunted house
slniulmg high above the river's brim ,
and seen , dark upon its moldcriug
walls the print of a bloody hand ?
No : Then I will tell you the story ;
it l.-ippened many years ago.
It was New Year's Eve , and a raw
wiil swept through the clefts between
Hitl.Ils and dashed the spray of the
S.-.n . * utonio River in a monotonous
sw" > h against the steep , overhanging
bank. What with the rush of the wind
through the trees and the beat of the
turbulent waves , minor sounds were
swa'ilotrtja fn the general discord of na
ture.
On the bridge spanning the rivet
stood Pitro and Juan Tasca , their som-
brorns drawn low over their faces , their
thro.stt muffled to keep off the cutting
wind. Pitro dashed his hand against
the bridge rail and cried :
" 1 'ell you , Juan , if Raschal Quito
wcr-- not the old miser's only heir , he
should never marry my daughter. A
proud , Iaz3 * , trilling- "
Fitro caugkt his breath sharply as
the sound of a cry , shrill and far away ,
i-on : I'd down the river.
"What is that ? " he cried , grasping
Tasca's arm. "Some one cried as if in
death agony. "
Tasca drew his mufller down from
one ear.
"I hear nothing , " he said. "It was
the cr3 * of a panther you heard , no
doubt. You are excited enough to hear
anything. "
"Perhaps , " assented Pitro , "yet it
seemed to me there was something in
the cry I recognized. "
TaM'a moved forward.
"Vou were talking of young Quito , "
he wid. "Yes , the boy is wild appar
ently trifling but there is an element
of good about him. The way that old
uncle of his treats him is enough to
drive the energy out of any spirited
young fellow ; he has never had a
chance to show what is in him , good
or bd. Now , there was the time "
"I want to hear no praise of a Quito , "
interrupted Pitro. harshly. "Here my
daughter might have made a fine match
with .Sailor Rocca : true , a little old for
so lovely a girl , but a man of standing
of wealth ! Yet , what can I say ? Who
knows what sums of gold that old man
Quiio has hidden ? One cannot over
look that. And when Moiiita throws
her : : nii. about my neck and vows that
she will marry no one but Raschal , only
Raschal , what can I say ? She is my
only one. my little Monita. "
"No fairer , sweeter child ever blessed
a father's home , " added Tasca.
Tly were over the bridge now and
3icjr"ug Pitro's home. From a different
direction who may say just when ?
a ! : : ! ! young figure had left that home.
"Good-night , Monita uiia , " he had
said , folding his beautiful fiancee in his
arms ; "you will not have long to wait.
If my uncle will not support me in de-
cene-y , nor allow me to support myself ,
we will marry anyhow. I have a plan ,
and I will not tarry long iu'acconiplish-
3ng it. "
Jionita's soft , dusky eyes flashed a
Jovt'-'ght up into his face ; her red lips
closed like a rosebud.
" 1 ; vii never marry any one but you , "
she ( : ictl ; "it is only you I love. "
YUI ) tiiese words ringing in his cars
Knschal drew his cloak about him and
disappeared in the gloom of the mcs-
quilc shadows.
Some distance down the river Miser
Quito , as he was called , sat muttering
in his home. The fire was bright that
warmed him ; he did not havt ; to spend
money for fuel ; the room was coiufort-
able ; his family had been well to do ;
all that they left was his.
"Why docs that wretched boy stay so
later' he muttered. "Always anxious
to leave me , when any one might come
In this lonely place and rob me. Al
ways anxious to work for his living-
pub ! as if I could trust a hireling to
protect me as Raschal's presence does
A h , I will make him suffer for this de
lay , wretch that he is to leave me thu :
alone ! "
A heavy step sounded on the stai
outside , and the door was pushed opei
as the old man unbolted it , and a tall
cloaked figure , stepped into the room.
What followed during a bitter alter
cation belated passers-by who heart
the raised voices could not say. Wai
not Mse ! r Quito fo.evcr quaricling witl
Raschal , and now that he had forbid
den Raschal to marry , was not th <
quarreling likely to be worse thai
ever ?
* * * * * * *
It was in the gray light of New Year's
morning that Marco , the woodcutter
looked up as he passed Miser Quito's
house and saw the print of a bloodj
hand on the wall beside the door
Marco grew pale through h > s swarthj
skin. Bloody deeds were not uncom
mon sights about San Antonio. Marce
had no horror of them. But who evei
saw a seal like that upon the wall of .1
man's home ? Marco turned with .1
sudden weakness in his knees and hur
ried back to town.
Among the rush of people who hastened
toned past Marco on his return to th *
Quito house were Tasca and Pitro. As
if answering an unspoken accusation ,
Tasca turned at the door , crying :
"This is not the mark of Raschal's
hand ; the fingers are too short and
broad for his. "
No one noticed him as the crowd
pushed its way into the miser'o living
room and looked down with a sort of
horror upon the battered remains of
the old miser lying in a pool of blood.
The old man's nephew had many more
enemies than friends , and from them
burst a cry like the yelp of bloodhounds
upon a murderer's track
"Raschal ! "
They scattered in every direction in
a self-instituted s irch for the mur
derer , lie was nowhere on the prem
ises and their search here only revealed
the fact that the old man had been
robbed as well as murdered.
Monita lay sleeping through the early
morning hours , the fringe of her long
lashes lay on the rounded flush of her
chocks , and blotted out that crimson
shadow that had fallen with the New
Year dawn upon her life.
Of all San Antonio she was the only
one who did not go to look at the print
of the crimson hand. Of all San An
tonio Tasea was the only man who
c-ould not sec that the contour of the
red palm and blood dripping fingers
was that of Raschal Quito.
The next day Miser Quito was buried
in his own grounds , for no money could
be found for burial elsewhere , and the
expense that the town went to was
paid out of the sale of some of his
handsome effects. They were sold for
a mere trifle , for , the people saUl , "Ras
chal will never come back to be hang
ed , " and they did not scruple to make
good such a chance for acquiring the
heirlooms of the Quito family , though
Miser Quito's avarice had not left any
too many for sale.
The hunt for Raschal was savage but
fruitless and at last was given up.
"lie must have drowned himself , " the
people said ; "perhaps when the river is
low in the fall we may find his bones. "
"You remember that cry ? " asked
Pitro of Tasca ; "at first I thought it
wa.K old Quito's voice ; now I know It
was that of Raschal as he plunged into
the river. "
"Perhaps , " assented Tasca.
The miser's house was locked , and
time wore on until the wild flowers of
Texas made a coverlet of blue and gold
over old Quito's grave , and the mark
of the crimson grew less vivid in hue.
Mouita clung to the belief that Ras
chal was innocent ; that he would send
for her some day when it was safe for
him to do so , and she never questioned
nor intent to go when the time came.
Tasca alone learned her belief , and it
was wonderful how , after Tasca had
assured her that it was also his own ,
she bloomed again Into the lovely ,
merry maiden she had been before this
tragedy had swept across her life. The
roses came back to her cheeks , and she
no longer refused to see her friends.
But she grew quiet and staid as year
after year went by without a sign from
Raschal ; anel the people talked about
the voices heard at night in the Quito
house , and every New Year's Eve along
the river side there rang a muffled cry
which chilled the blood in the veins of
the hearers and hurried them away
from the haunted stream. Time never
hushed these cries ; years never wiped
away the imprint of the scarlet hand
beside the door , nor turned the love of
the beautiful Monita into another
course.
It was Ckristmastide , and as they
filed into the open door of San Fernan
do a man waiting beside it stopped for
ward at the approach of Juan Tasca
and said :
"You are Sheriff Tasca ? "
"Yes. "
"You are wanted at once to take the
deposition of a dying man. "
"That Is not my business , " began
lasea.
" " the latter "he
"No matter , urged ;
says you are the only friend Raschal
Quito had , and "
"I will come , " cried Tasca , growing
white at the sudden thought of Raschal
within reach , living !
He hurried the man on his way till
he paused at the door of a ranchman's
Uouse on the outskirts of the town ,
Fritz Van Meister , a man of unsocial
habits , but not lacking friends.
"Here ? " cried Tasca , as he followed
his guide into the house.
"Yes , here. "
The man ushered him into Van Meis-
ter's room and pointed to the form upon
the bed.
The shock of seeing the unexpected
rendered Tasca dumb.
"I am dying , " moaned Van Meister ;
I must confess. The priest han shrive *
but you are Raschal's friend J
murdered his old uncle. He does noi
know it. "
"What ! " yelled Tasca , with a tiger
like jump toward the bed.
The dying man cowered.
"Yes , I killed him , but I never meanl
to. He owed me money and refused tc
pay it. That night he was alone. ]
threatened him I struck him and h (
fell dead at my feet. You know how 1
crushed him. I took all the money 1
found not much , for he had hidden his
wealth well. When I got out into the
fresh air I grew weak to think whal
I had done. I leaned against the wall
to keep from falling. I heard the
sound of Raschal's voice humming a
love song I hear it now also old
Quito's cry when he fell. I ran down
stairs and hid in their shadow as Ras
chal passed me and went up. I heard
him cry out :
" 'Nobody will believe I did net elo it
They will hang me without shrift. Oh ,
Monita , must I leave you ? '
"I heard no more. Those words
steadied my brain. I went home no
longer fearing the brand of the mur
derer , safe to live on with my family.
Now , " he ended , spent with the exer
tion of his recital , "I am ready to die. "
Tasca looked at the men who had
followed him into the room.
"You heard all ? "
"All , " they responded.
"Then help me to find Raschal , " he
said , and left the house without a back
ward look at the man who had wrought
so much evil.
It was strange to find how many
men saw excuses for Raschal's unsociability -
ciability in the past. He was tied to a
miser how could he find time or money
for friends or society ? They remem
bered it was pity that kept Raschal
near the miser. They remembered his
kindnesses. What a welcome they gave
him when he returned before a week ,
a man with a resolute face , his black
hair threaded with gray , with a com
fortable business in another State ,
where he had assumed a name and
prospered.
If Monita was not in the first flower
of her youth , she was in the full bloom
of her beauty , and it was a right royal
wedding they had , while the plaza
round the church was gay with a joy
ous crowd.
Raschal unearthed his uncle's treas
ure ; but to this day you may see , high
above the brim of the river , the decay
ing walls of the haunted house , whose
door is sealed with the imprint of a
crimson hand. Waverly Magazine.
MAKING PEARLS TO ORDER.
Mussel and Oj-ster Bein Domesticated
and Taught the Jewelry Business.
Diamonds , rubies , emeralds and sap
phires have all been produced in the
laboratory , and it is now the turn of
the pearl , says the New York Times.
The chemist , however , is not himself
the maker of the new artificial pearls ;
ne is only the collaborator. It is true
that false pearls are made from
mother-of-pearl , but their luster is not
up to the mark. The Chinese have
long introduced grains of sand and
little knots of wire into the shell of the
pearl oyster in order that the animal ,
to relieve itself from the irritation so
caused , may coat the foreign substance
with pearl. If this matter be inserted
between the shell and the mantle the
oyster can eject it by contractions of
his body. To prevent this M. Boutan ,
a French experimenter , has trepanned
the shell and introduced a small bead
of nacre , which might , however , be a
true pearl of a small size , through the
hole , and fixed it by means of cement
to the shell. This bean was In course
of time covered with nacre by the oys
ter , and a fine large pearl was the re
sult. Dealers cannot distinguish it
from an Orient pearl. The question of
making pearls in this way was recently
iiscussed at a meeting of the Acade
mies des Sciences , Paris , and M.Berthe-
[ ot , the famous chemist , observed that
such a pearl could only be considered a
true pearl if It had at least a hundred
layers of the pearl nacre ; otherwise it
tt-ould only be a foreign substance
covered with nacre. Of course , if the
foreign matter is a pearl itself this ob
jection disappears , and we have the
means of producing pearls at will. Ac
cording to M. Lacaze Duthier , some
two years would be required for a
lialiotide to produce a big pearl. The
irtificial pearl of the trade , fabricated
from nacre , could also be coated in the
same way. Evidently the pearl mus
sel and oyster are about to be doinesti-
iated for the production of pearls , as
the spider is for silk. Pearl divers may
become a legend of the past.
How Insects Hide.
How many have ever noticeel the
skillful way in which many insects dis-
juise themselves when in danger from
some larger animal or bird ? Probably
rou have all observed that the cater
pillar "plays dead" when he is dis-
; unledand that many insects choose for
their homes some tree or shrub whose
jark or foliage match themselves in
: olor.
There is a certain variety of moth ,
Itiite common around elms , which fixes
ts wings so that they closely resemble
spots or lichens on the bark of the tree
ind can only be detected by a trained
> ye. Another moth , whose principal
colors arc pink and yellow , arranges
tsclf on the blossom of a primrose , so
is to wholly escape notice. In the East
tudian islands there is a spider which
eposes.on the upper side of a large
esif in such a shape that it perfectly re
sembles decayed matter.
A hunter In tropical regions tells of
seeing a cricket pursued around the
Timk of a tree by a lizard. Suddenly
; he insect settled itself in a small de
gression , in the bark , spread out its
wings slightly and flattened itself so
: hat the lizard actually crawled over
t and went away without ever know-
ng what had become of it
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
A DEPARTMENT FOR LITTLE
BOYS AND GIRLS.
Something that Will Interest the Ju
venile Members of Every Household
-Quaint Actions nzid Bright Sayfims
of Many Cute and Cunning Children.
Nora came in with a bright face , sayIng -
Ing , "It will be done ; mother says she'll
finish my dress to-night , anyway ; she
wants me to have it for the party. "
"She'll have to work late to do It , I
should think. "
"Yes , I s'pose so , but she won't mind ,
and I should feel mean to have to wear
my old one. My new one is a beauty ;
I don't believe there will be so hand
some a one there. I shall have a splen
did time , I know. Mary Brown has
got to wear her old muslin , and she
seems to think it is all the style. She
don't seem to know but what old
things arc as pretty as new. "
"She wears the best she has , and
seems as happy as any of you. "
"Yes , but I am not like her ; I want
to look as well as any of 'em , or a little
better. "
Nora's dress was finished , and she
went to Evaliue's party quite pleased
but she told me the next day that Min
nie Reed had a dress just like hers , and
the girls were all admiring it and took
no notice of hers until she said hers
was just like it ; then Jennie Dole said ,
"Yes , but yours isn't all trimmed with
lace like Minnie's. " Then she said hers
looked real mean to her after that.
So poor Nora found there was a "fly
in the ointment , " trouble even with a
new dress on. If we want to be happy ,
we must remember the beatitudes. We
10 not read , "Blessed is the one who
Ins a new dress. " Union Signal.
The Runaway Boy.
Wunst I sassed my pa , an' he
Won't stand 'at , an' he punished me ,
Nen when he wuz gon' that day
I slipped out and nmncd away.
I took all my copper cents
And climbed over our back fence
In the jinison woods 'at growed
Ever'where all down the road ,
Neu I got out there , an' non
I runncd some , an' runncd again ,
When I mot a man 'at led
A big cow 'at shook her head.
I wont down a long , long lane.
Whore was little pigs a-playin' ,
An' a great big pig wont "Booh ! "
An' jumped up an' skcered mo , too ,
Ncn I scampered past , an' they
Wuz somebody hollered "Hey ! "
An' I just looked ever'where ,
An' they wuz nobody there.
I want to , but I'm 'fraid to try
To go back * * * an' by an' by
Somepine hurls my throat inside
An' I want my ma an' cried.
Nen I grea' big girl come through
Where's a gate , an' tolled me who
Am I , an' if I tell where
My home's at she'll show me there ,
But I couldn't 'ist but toll
What's my name , an' she says "Well , "
An' 'ist tooked me up and says ,
"She know where I live , she guess. "
Neu she tolled me hug w'ite close
Round her neck , an' on she goes
Skippin' up the street ! an' nen
Purty soon I'm home agen.
An' my nia , when she kissed mo ,
Kissed the big girl , too , an' she
Kissed me of I p'omise shore
I won't run away no more !
James Whitcomb Riley.
"What the Karth-\Vorm Does.
In the St. Nicholas , Myrta Lockett
A vary has an article entitled "Our
Little Gray Helper , " in which she tells
of the humble earth-worm and its ser
vice to man. The author says :
Now , do you want to know what
work it is our little gray helper does
for us ? To look at him you could never
dream how important it is. Terhaps
we might call him a farmer , since he
tills the soil. Do you know that lauds
where trees and plants and flowers and
fruits and abundant grains and grasses
grow would be barren deserts but for
the little gray worker ?
Darwin watched the ways of this
little gray worker for years and years ,
and found that his oflice was to pre
pare and fertilize the soil. He carries
down layer after layer of stuff , and
brings up layer after layer of loam ,
thus giving each layer its chance at
sunlight and air. That which he car
ries down into Mother Earth's work
shop is bits of dead leaves , decompos
ing matter , and unsightly stuff ; and
Mother Earth feeds with this the roots
of flowers and trees and vegetables and
grain and grasses. To do this impor
tant work well , there is needed a great
number of little gray workers : about
57,000 , it is said , to an acre of pastureland -
land , and more to keep a garden vrhat
it should bo. For every acre the little
gray workers turn up from seven to
eighteen tons of earth annually.
Mistakes of I > oy .
One of the most common mistakes a
boy makes is his ideas in regard to size.
This he hankers after most of all. You
will see him stretch himself , trying to
catch up with his big brother or play
mate , measure himself and scratch the
wall , count the days auel almost the
hours when he will be a "man. "
Boys , there Is something else these
days that counts for manliness more
than slzu or strength. He is most man
ly who makes most of his time , wh <
has the best heart and brain. It Is no
size that makes the man. There ha :
boon seen a great six-foot specimen o
humanity do a weak , cowardly act tha
ought to make any rightly bred 7-year
old boy blush for him.
Johnnie's Version.
Johnnie was about to repeat his firs
verse at the Sunday school concert. O
course , it must be short , and in simpl <
words , so his mother selected this foi
him , "I am the Light of the World , '
repeating it to him a number of tinier
until he was sure of it. The evening ol
the concert came. Johnnie came out
made his best bow , and proclaimed ir
a loud voice , "My mother is the light oi
the world. "
Iiticky for Tommy , Perhaps.
Jimmy Didn't 3011 hear the Sunday
scholl teacher say your conscience h
what tells 3011 when 3011 do wrong ?
Tommy It's a good tiling it docsu'i
toll your mother.
Of Course , She Has.
"Have 3ou an ear for music ? " asked
a caller of 4-year-old Mamie. "Why , ol
course I have , " she replied. "Only yes
terday I heard a man two blocks away
playing a tune on a grind organ. "
Cause for Grief.
"Why , Gracie , " asked a mother of hei
little daughter , aged 3 , "what makes
3011 cry so ? " "I is cwyin' , " sobbed
Gracie , glancing at her feet , "c-caus' I
dot mud on my new w-wubbers. "
LADIES AND MORE LADIES.
Some Instances of the Various Uses of
an Abused Word.
The word Iad3 * still has about it a
certain halo which ought to prevent its
indiscriminate use. In this country we
can hardly expect to see social dis
tinctions reflected in the use of the
word ; and 3et we might , perhaps , c-x-
pect to see it employed more equitabl3 *
than it was 03 * a certain dry goods store
keeper in a Massachusetts town not
very long ago.
The daughter of a Senator of the
tUuited States drove one da3 * from her
father's summer cottage to a store in a
city near L > 3 * and ordered some articles
to be sent to the house.
When the goods were sent a mistake
was made , and the Senator himself
stopped at the store to correct it. The
proprietor called the saleswoman , and.
after consulting with her , apologized
for the mistake.
"You see , sir , " ho explained , "the 3al3 *
who took the order didn't quite under
stand what the girl said. "
A somewhat similar story was told
of a remark made l\v a Yankee servant
of the family of John Lothrop Motley ,
the historian. On one occasion , when
the historian was at home on the an
cestral estate near Boston , and when
his brother James was also there , an
intimate friend of the family who was
sojourning at the house came out from
Boston on a late afternoon train. The
family coachman met him with a car
riage at the station. On the Avay to
the house the guest said to the driver :
"Did aii3 * one come on the earlier
train ? "
"Oh , 3aas , " said the coachman , "the'
was four ; the' was John and Jim and
two ladies. "
The guest knew that "John and Jim"
were the historian and his brother , and
he wondered who the ladies were.
Afterward he found out that they wore
a seamstress and a new chambermaid.
The most extraordinary use of the
term that we are likely to find an3 * rec
ord of is related from England. The
house surgeon of a London hospital , we
are told , was attending to the injuries
of a woman who hael been badly bitten
on the arm. As he was dressing the
wound he said :
"I cannot make out what sort of a
creature bit you. It is too small for a
horse's bite and too large for a dog's. "
"Oh , sir , " said the patient , "it wasn't
a haninial it was another lydy ! "
Youth's Companion.
RECENT INVENTIONS.
Coins can be rapidly counted ba
new machine , which has a series of
tubes to be filled with coius , with slid
ing plates at the bottom which receive
one coin in each reciprocation , drop
ping it into a receptacle and recording
the movement on indicators.
Mud and dust can bo easil3 * cleaned
from the inside of bicycle mudguards
by a Connecticut man's device , consist
ing of a brush with a clamp on the
back , which is gripped on the face of
the tire , the wheel being then revolved
and the brush engaging the guard.
Eggs can be quickly beaten with a
tiew kitchen utensil , which has a num
ber of wire fingers , carried on two re
ciprocating frames , driven by a crank ,
Lo cause the wires to slide past each
other rapidly and churn the contents
of the dish in which it is suspended.
A Florida inventor has designed a
steamboat to run on the ice in winter ,
runners being mounted on the under
, ide at the proper depth to bring the
? ncls of the paddle blades to the level
} f the ice , each blade being tipped with
i steel point , which sticks into the ice
uul propels the boat.
A Canadian has invented a ear-mover
for shifting railway cars , which is
Lormcd of two steel bars fastened to
gether with a double hinge , with a
ever bolted to the two bars to move
.hem in opposite directions , one bar
estiug on a tie and the other bracing
.gainst the car to push it along.
The Telegraph in Ireland.
Ireland's telegraph department re-
? eutly proved that it could manage
jaelic-by taking the speeches delivered
it an Irish festival at Letterkenny ,
Jotinty Donegal , in the native tongue ,
ind receiving them at Dublin so that
1103 * coulel be printed in Gaelic char
terers in the Freeman's Journal.
*
Articles Lett in Vehicles.
left in Xon--
Among the queer tilings
the past
don cabs and stages during
year were an artificial leg , birds m
cages , dogs , u gas stove , a portable
ma
street harmonium , and a sewing
chine. Of the 3,000 odd purses left in
vehicles and taken to New Scotland
yard it is reasonable to suppose that
from pockets in
the majority escaped
the bade of ladies' gowns. Between
17,000 and 18,000 umbrellas wore left
in the public carriages , and 181
wa tches.
Advice to younjr I len.
In a valedictory address , Buhver Lyt-
ton , offered the following excellent
maxims to the students :
"Never affect ( he said ) to be other
than what you are , either richer or
wiser. Never be ashamed to say , 'I do
not know. ' Men will then believe you
when you say 'I do know. ' Never be
ashamed to say , whether applied to
time or money , * I cannot afford it ; I
cannot afford to waste an hour in the
idleness to which you invite me. I
cannot afford the guinea you ask me to
throw away. '
"Once establish yourself and your
mode of life as what they really are'
and your foot is on solid ground ,
whether for the gradual step onward
or for the sudden spring over the preci
pice. From these maxims lit me de
duce another :
"Learn to say 'No' with decision ,
'Yes' with caution. 'No' with decision
whenever it meets a temptation ; 'Yes'
with caution whenever it inplies a
promise. A promise given is a bond in
violable. A man is already of consequence
quence in the world when it i ? known
that we can implicit } ' rely on him. I
have frequently seen such a man pre
ferred to a long list of applicants for
some important charge ; he lias been
Ii'd at once into station and fortune ,
merely because lie has this reputation
that when he knows a thing , he
knows : and when he says he will do a
thing , he will do it.
j.
A Doomed Child.
Some east end boys have the acrobatic
batic fever very badly since Harmun's
visit , says the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
They turn Hip-flaps , and they do things
on swings , and when an anxious moth
er investigated the other day she found
her hopeful trying to cross the back
yard on the clothes line. A lot of boys
stood around anxiously watching him.
\Yhen thej" saw George's mother they
all motioned her to keep quiet.
"t'eorge , " she called , whereupon
Master George promptly tumbled to
the ground ; "what are you doing ? "
George got up and dusted his trou
sers.
"That's what teacher says is the
uequinocturnal act , " lie replied with n
broad grin.
"The equinoctial act what's that' : "
"The son crossin' the line. "
Whereat all the boys roared with de-
fight and George's mother went back
into the house with a sad feeling at her
heart.
She was afraid her dear boy was
crowing up - \ humorist like hs : unfor
tunate father.
Holies of jlfvolutionary Period.
Kx-Mayor Hewitt of New York city
has bought eighteen links of the his
torical chain that was stretched across
the Hudson from West Point to Con
stitution Island in 177S. Each link
weighs 300 pounds and is * > feet 1)
inches long. Mr. Hewitt will display
the links on the lawn of his country
seat near Greenwood Lake , N. J.
Cooper , Hewitt & Co. own the iron
mine , near the Sterling mines , which
produced the ore that went into the
chain. The forge where the cliain was
made is at Tuxedo. The chain never
was passed by the British. Mr. Hewitt
bought the links from a Front street ,
New York , curiosity dealer after nego
tiations extending four years
The largest sundial in the universe ig
Ilayou Iloroo , a large promontory ex
tending 3,000 feet above the Aegean
Sea. lu the course of each day the sun
throws the shadow of this mountain
on one after another of a circle of isl
ands , which act as hour marks as sure
ly as the figures on an ordinary dial.
"Evil Dispositions
Are Early Shown. "
Just so evil in the blood
comes out in shape of scrof
ula , pimples , , etc. , in children
znd young people. Taken in
time it can be eradicated By
: tsing Hood's Sarsaparilla.
In older people , the aftermath
of irregular living shows it
self in bilious conditions , a.
heavy head a foul mouth ,
i general bad feeling.
It is the blood , the impure blood ,
'riends , which is the real cause. Purify
hat with Hood's Sarsaparilfa and
lappiness will reign in your family.
BlOOd Poison "I lived in a bed of fire
or years owing to blood poisonijj * that fol-
oweel small pox. It broke out all over my
jody , itching intensely. Tried d vtors and
lospitals in vain. I tried Ilood's Sarsapa-
rilla. It helped. I kept at it and was en-
irol * * cured. I could < ro on the housetops
ind shout about it. " MRS. J. T. WILLIAMS ,
Jarbondale , Pa.
Scrofula Sores - " My baby at two
nonths had scrofula sores en cheek and
irm. Local applications and physicians'
nedicine did little or no good. Hood's Sar-
'aparilla ' cured him permanently. He ia
low four , with smooth fair skin. " MRS.
5. S. WROTE ? , Farmington , Del.
Hood's PlUa euro liver ills ; non-Irritating and
he only cathartic to take with Hood'j fiaraapartiljL.
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