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THE SMALL BOY'S JOYS.
i banter jeyi
Katoi
Aid bow each day ha takes his war
To river, lake or pooL
The tatkk aate ao aaafle vreackt
la which, he goes to swim;
It is the as the archm broach
Iato the world with him.
Contest as Adam with suit
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Beg to meddle with the fruit
Of the forbidden tree.
Indeed in Eden aatil thea
The style was al a mode,
Aad fair Oodir wore it whea
Through Coventry aha rode.
Serere la its simplicity,
Aaddeatituteof triaimlag;
It Is a style uadoobtedly
CoareaieBt for awimmmg.
Bostoa Cornier.
THE ROBBER'S CROSS.
"They call Spain the land of adventure,"
muttered Harry White, as he strolled
before breakfast around the outskirts of
a small Spanish town on the southern
slope of the Sierra Morena; "and I've
' been in it three weeks, and not had one
adventure yet. A man gets no show at
all in traveling nowadays. Hello! here
comes somebody in a hurry!"
Very much in a hurry, certainly,
seemed the sturdy Spanish peasant who
had just appeared on the top of the steep
ridge above the boy's head, for he was
leaping from crag to crag as recklessly
as a wild cat, and at times even swing
ing himself over some deep cleft by the
bough of a tree, as if in such haste that
ha had no time to think of such a trifle
as the chance of a broken neck.
But in this case it was "most haste,
worst speed," for all at once a large stone
gave way beneath the Spaniard's feet,
and became tumbling headlong down
into the road amid a whirlwind of dust.
Harry, whose sympathies were already
enlisted in favor of a man capable of
such feats of strength and daring, flew
to the spot, feeling as if he had really
met with something like an "adventure"
at last. But when he reached the fallen
man he stopped short in sheer amaze
ment. And well he might. The man whom
he had seen bounding along the ridge
had had long gray hair and beard; he
was quite sure of that, for he remem
bered wondering that an old man should
be so active. The hair of the man be
fore him was short, thick and black as
aight, and he had no beard at alL
Meanwhile, tho stranger had managed ,
to sit up, and was wiping the blood from '
a bad cut on ms xoreneaa. in aoing so i
he discovered the loss of his false hair ;
and beard, and met Harry's eyes fixed j
wonderingly upon him. j
"Well," asked he, fiercely, answering j
the boy's glance with a defiant stare, "do
yon know me?"
"No, and I don't want to know you," I
aid Harry, in broken Spanish, rather t
nettled at the man's imperious tone. "I
suppose you're a smuggler by your dis-,
sensing yourself that way." I
"Yes, I am," replied the other, with a
strange smile. "Are you going to give
me up to the police?" j
"Not I!" cried Harry. "It's not the
style of us Americans to give away a
man who can't stand up for himself." j
"Ah, you're au American then?" said .
the smuggler, looking curiously at him.
"Well, if you are willing to help me, I'll
tell you how you can do it Give me
your arm as far as the chapel of St I
James, about half a mile down the road
for I find I've sprained my ankle too
badly to walk alone and then I'm all
right"
"Come along, then," rejoined Harry,
offering his arm.
And the strangely assorted pair set
forth.
On the way our hero told his new
friend, who seemed in too much pain
to talk himself, that he was traveling
through Spain with his father, that he
had picked up in Mexico what little Span
ish he knew, that his tour had hitherto
been provokingly bare of adventures, and
that the one thing in the world which he
most desired was to fall in with a gang
of real Spanish brigands.
At hut they reached the chapel, and
then, at a peculiar whistle from the
muggier, five wild looking horsemen,
with long guns on their shoulders, start
ad out of the encircling thickets, one of
whom led by the bridle a fine black horse,
on which they at once mounted the crip
pled Spaniard, net without casting more '
. WW . a . f
tnan one puzziea ana suspicious loot at
the wondering boy.
"Take this for your good deed," said
the tall smuggler, taking a small silver
cross from his neck and giving it to
Harry. "It may be of use to you if we
ever meet again. And, as you seem anx
ious to meet with some Spanish brigands,
it may please you to learn that you have
aeen half a dozen of them today."
So saying, he spurred his horse and
vanished into the forest with his grim
comrades, while Harry turned slowly
back to the town, hardly knowing
whether he was awake or only dream
ing. "Just like my luck! Tve lost my way,
are enough! And this strikes me as the
very place to fall in with that nice man,
Pedro Gonsalvez, the brigand captain,
who seems to be terrorizing the whole
country at this tune."
The speaker was no other than our
friend, Harry White, now grown into a
'tall young man, and revisiting, after a
five years' absence beyond the Atlantic,
his former haunts in southern Spain.
Ha had certainly good cause to feel
amcoaafortahle just then. To lose one's
way in a gloomy forest among the Span
ish mountains, with night at hand and a
storm coming on, is not a pleasant expe
rience in any case; but when to all this
is added a very strong probability of
fatting in with a band of robbers, whose
usual mode of demanding ransom for a
captive is to mail his ears or nose to his
anxious friends as a hint that "speedy
Kyment is requested," he must indeed
a brave man who can face the situa
tion without flinching. "
t What Harry feared came only too
soon. A hoarse shout waa rniddnlv
acaro among the bushes, and before ne
could draw his revolver he was sur
rounded by a gang of fierce looking men,
whom grim, ruffianly faces and scowl
ing eyes boded him no good.
A smart stroke from the butt of Harry
White's heavy whip felled the foremost
man, but the rest at once dragged him
from his horse, and, in spite of his furi
ems straggles, bound him hand and foot
'Let me kill the dog!" roared the in
jured robber, whose head was bleeding
freely. "He shall never strike a Spaniard
'Net sofa, Brother Juan," mid an-
"He looks like an KngHahww
the English are all rich. We'll
him pay a fat ransom."
"And if he dont pay it quickly," put
In a third, with a significant whisk of
his knife clcee to the prisoner's ear, "his
it find him quite so hand-
i they see him."
Hatty's blood ran cold at the horrible
the roar of nrutai langatrr
He was now completely
, for the brilliant and chiv-
i of his boyish dreams were
who almost chofeed him
odor of garlic and bad
turned to rage at the
Dvtnese Brutai
vowed Oat when he dM get free 1m
would spend all the money he had in
hunting them down, Bat, a we shall
see, he never got the cfeaaoeof doing so.
The robbers kid their sris mar oath
horse and led bimupaeserJgmgpath
to a kind of rocky platform, walled in
on three sides by unscalable cliffs, while
on the fourth lay a precipice of several
hundred feet
Hereabout twenty more brigands were
encamped; and Harry White, suddenly
remembering bis silver cross, looked
eagerly to see if the man who had given
it to him was one of the band; but he
could see no one in the least like him.
"Has Capt. Gonsalvez come back yetT
asked one of his conductors.
"No," was the reply; "but we are ex
pecting him every moment."
Just then a hasty step was heard be
low, and a tall, dark figure, springing up
the rocks as nimbly as a mountain goat,
came bounding on to the platform.
"Up with you, comrades!" shouted
the new comer, who was no other than
the formidable Pedro Gonsalvez himself.
"We have been betrayed, and all the
soldiers from La Redonda are upon our
trail. We must retreat at once. Hal
who is this a prisoner?"
"We took him in the valley yonder,
and have kept him for ransom," replied
one of the bandits. j
"There is no time to think of ransoms '
now, when our very lives are at stake," !
6aid the robber chief, sternly. "Take
what money he has on him, and then
fling liim over the precipice."
Instantly a dozen eager hands were
rifling Harry's pockets, and the brave
kid, giving himself up for lost, prepared
to die like a man. But, as hie watch
was dragged forth by the robbers, the
silver cross that hung to its chain caught
the eye of Gonsalvez, who sprang for
ward and asked hurriedly:
"Where did you get that cross?"
"It was given to me five yean ago by
a smuggler of these parts, whom I
helped to escape when he was crippled
by a fall." replied Harry, looking fixedly
at him.
"And I am the man who gave it," said
Gonsalvez, grasping his hand warmly;
"and for that good deed you shall de
part free and unharmed. Comrades,
give him back all that you have taken.
Follow that path, Senor Americano,
which will lead you to the village of San
Tomas; and when you tell this story to
your friends, tell them also that kindness
is never thrown away, even upon a bn-
gand.' David Kerr in Golden Days,
JIARRIED AT SIGHT.
We had been upon the Mediterranean
station for about a year whan our com
mander ordered the ship to head for
Marseilles.
I was then a young: midshipman and
enjoyed the leave on shore in a foreign
port wiin ooyisn oeugnc xnere were
six in our mess, and we managed to get
shore leave so as to be together when it
was possible to do so. This was the case
one fine Sunday in the month of Decem
ber, as mild and summer like in the
south of France as a New England May
day.
The singular experience of one of our
number I have often told since about the
mess table or camp fire, but have never
put it into print
We were strolling on the square known
as Le Cours St Louis, a sort of perma
nent flower market, where the women sit
enthroned in tent like stalls of wood, en
circled by their bright, beautiful and
fragrant wares, while the manner of ar
ranging the stalls, so that the Tender s
raised some six feet in the air, gave a
novel effect to the scene.
While we were idling away the hour
in Le Cours St Louis, with these roguish
and pretty flower venders, we were all
thrown into a state of amazement and
curiosity by the appearance of a young
girl of about 17, who rushed among us
with a startling speed; and who, hardly
pausing to regain her breath, said in ex
cellent English:
"You are Americans, and, I trust, gen
tlemen. Is there one among you who
will marry me?"
"We will all marry you," was the in
stant response, accompanied by hearty
laughter.
"Ah, you are in sport, but I am in
earnest Who will marry me?"
There seemed to be no joke after all.
The girl was positively in earnest and
looked at one and all of us as coolly, yet
earnestly, as possible.
"Here, Harry," said one who was rather
a leader among us, and addressing Harry,
"you want a wife," and he gave our com
rade a slight push toward the girL
For some singular reason Harry took
the matter much more in earnest than
the rest of us, and regarded the new
comer with a most searching but respect
ful glance. Approaching her he said:
"I do not know exactly what you
mean, but I can understand by your ex
pression of face that you are quite in
earnest Will you take my arm and let
us walk to one side?'
"Yes; but I have no tune to lose."
And taking his arm they walked away
together.
We looked .upon the affair as some
well prepared joke, but were a little an
noyed at the non-appearance of Harry
at our rendezvous on the quay. Our
leave expired at sunset, and we dared
not wait for him, as Capt. D was a
thorough disciplinarian, and we didnt
care to provoke him and thus endanger
our next Sunday's leave.
On board we went, therefore, leaving
Harry on shore. When we reported the
question was, of course, asked where
Midshipman B was, to which query
we could return no proper answer, as we
really did not know. He knew perfectly
well that we must all beat the boat land
ing just before sunset
Harry did not make his appearance
until the next day at noon, when he
pulled to the ship in a shore boat, and,
coming on board, reported at once to the
captain, who stood upon the quarter
deck, and asked the privilege of a private
interview.
The circumstances connected with the
absence of Harry were very peculiar,
and as he was one of the most correct
fellows on board, bis request was granted
by the captain, who retired to his cabin,
followed by the delinquent After re
maining with the commander for nearly
an hour, he came out and joined us.
"What is the upshot of it, Harry?" we
asked.
"Well, lads, Tm married thafa alL
"Married?" asked the mem, in one
voice.
"lied for lifer was the answer.
"Hard and fast?"
"Irrevocably."
"To that little craft you scudded away
with?"
"Exactly. As good and pure a girl as
ever lived," said Harry, earnestly.
" W-h-e-wP whispered on and alL
"How did Old Neptune let you off?"
we all eagerly inquired -that being the
name the captain went by on board.
"He is hard on me," said Harry, seri
ously. "What do you think he de
mands, lads?"
"Can't say, what is it?"
"If I don't resign be will send me
home in disgrace; That's his ultima
tum." "W-h-e-w!" again from all
Harry told an his story in a
and escalations, but which we wiM out
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of the reader.
Julie Maurice was the orphan child of
a merchant who had been of high
ifriJtf during; his life and who lift a
handsome fortune to endow his daugh
ter on Imt wedding day , or, if not mar
ried before Jans was to receive the prop
erty on coming to the age of 90 years.
Her mother had died in her infancy,
and her father, whan she was 10 years
of age, placed her in a convent to be
educated, where she remained until his
death, which occurred suddenly six
months previous to the period of our
sketch.
After his death Julia became the ward
of her uncle, by the tenor of her father's
will, and the period of her educational
course having just closed at the con
jvent Hubert Meurice, the uncle,
brought her home to his family circle.
Mute. Meurice, it appears, was a
scheming, calculating woman, and
Jmowing that Julie would be an heiress
she tried every way to promote her inti
macy with her own son, who was an
uncouth and ignorant youth of 18 years,
without one attractive point in his
character.
Hubert Meurice. tho uncle of Julie,
was a sea caotain. whore calling carried
him much aws front his home. Dur
ing his absence his wife treated Julie
I with the utmost tyranny, even keeping
Iter locked up in her room for days to
i gether, telling her that when she would
consent to marry her son, Hubert, she
would release her and do all she could
to make her hanov. But to this Julie
could not consent Imprisonment even
was preferable to accepting her awk
ward and repulsive cousin.
One day she overheard a conversation
between her aunt aad her hopeful son,
wherein the mystery of her treatment
was solved.
The boy asked his mother what was
the use of bothering and importuning
Julie so.
"If she doesn't want to marry me,
mother, drop the matter. I like Julie,
and she would make me a nice little
wife, but I don't want her against her
will."
"You are a fool," said the mother.
"You know nothing about the matter.
Her father's will endows her with a fort
une at her marriage, even if it be at 17,
just her present age. At 20 she receives
the fortune at any rate. Now, don't you
see if you marry her we are all fixed for j
lifer
"Does Julie know about the money?"
he asked.
"No, of course not"
"It's a little sharp on her," said the
boy.
'Tin looking out for you," said the
mother.
"Just so," mused the hopefuL
"I am resolved that she shall marry
you, and that is why I keep her locked
up, so that she may not see someone she
would like better. Your father isfex
pected home next week. I want you to
be married before he returns. He ap
proves of it, but is a little too delicate
about pressing matters so quickly. I
know that no time is like the present
time, so I have been making arrange
ments to bring this about immediately.
I have got a Protestant clergyman who
will perform the ceremony first, and then
you can be married at any time after
ward in the Catholic church, to make it
valid on her side, for her father was a
Catholic."
This was enough for Julie. She un
derstood the situation fully now, and
saw that her aunt would hesitate at noth
ing. The poor child feared her beyond
description, and had yielded to her in
everything, save this one purpose of her
marriage with Hubert
Julie was a very gentle girl; one upon
whom her aunt could impose with im
punity. She had no idea of asserting
her rights, much less of standing up for
them. But she was thoroughly fright
ened now, and resolved to escape at any
cost from the tyranny which bound her.
No fate could be worse, she thought, than
to be compelled to marry that coarse,
vulgar and repulsive creature.
The next day after Julie had heard
this information was Sunday, the gayest
day of the week in Marseilles, and, for
tunately, Julie succeeded in making
her escape from her aunt's house. Still,
undecided where to go, and in her des
peration fearing that at any moment she
might be seized and carried back, she
had wandered into the flower market
where she came upon us, already de
scribed. As she explained to Harry afterward,
she was intent only upon escape, and be
lieved this to be her last chance. When
she saw a half dozen young Americans,
who seemed perfectly respectable, the
idea that positive safety lay only in mar
riage dawned upon her, and she actually
ran toward us, as we have related, the
moment the thought developed itself.
Harry became more and more im
pressed with Julie's story as they walked
along, while he was delighted by her
innocent beauty and manifest refine
ment It was all like a dream, almost
too romantic for truth. Our "fate"
sometimes comes to us in this ingniflT
fashion, he thought "There is a tide
in the affairs of men which, taken at the
flood, leads on to fortune." Suddenly
he turned to her and said:
"Bare you trust me with your happi
ness?" She looked at him thoughtfully with
her soft, pleading eyes. Her brain was
very busy; she remembered what await
ed. her at home, what had driven her
thence, and .then, in reply to his sober
question, she put both of her hands into
lite with childlike trust
They wandered on. Julie had always
plenty of money in her purse, and they
strolled into a little chapel on their way,
where they found a young clergyman
who could not resist then request to
marry them, backed by ten golden Na
poleons, and so, though reluctantly and
advising proper delay, he performed the
marriage ceremony, aided by the sexton
and his wife, who each received a Na
poleon. As an inducement, Harry had nfo told
the clergyman that he was just going to
sea, and that be must be married before
he sailed, that not even one hour was to
be lost
"Perhapslamsavingthegirl'shonor,"
said the young clergyman, as he finally
consented.
Julie came out of the chapel the wife
of Harry B., who went with her to the
Hotel du Louvre. From here he sent a
pressing note to the American consul,
who came to him early the next morn
ing, and by the earnest persuasion of
Harry the consul agreed to take the
young wife to his own house until mat
tan should to settled as it regarded tbeir
future course. In consul's house Julie
found a pleasant and safe retreat for the
tin being.
Whatever might be aaJd with regard to
the propriety of the young folks' con
duct, it could not be undone. They were
irrevocably united as husband and wife.
Harry was forced, however, to resign his
commission By the aid of the consul
Julie's rights in relation to her fortune
under her father's will were fully re
alised, and she came almost immediately
with her young husband to America.
Harry B., by means of proper influ
ence, once mors entered the navy, the
second time as liauleaaiit, sud now wears
a captain's epaulets. "L. M." in New
York News.
THE RAIN HARP.
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They how poHttty, craaai
" Salats their partacta aad
stem to rest
They reach the aad
IHateaaadll
Of aanaic floating- aroaad,
Aad fancy tie the Braes who slays
Upoa hia harp oa atonay days.
TheatriBgaareaadeofram,aad
Tho breaches wiah to
Ther whisper to
Bvgiae another BMlody.
I've heard him play the praOy thmgs
Upoa thoae alesder, -'"-a; sMaas;
And whea haw do -haw vsrr ahsrs-
He always bldae away tbs harp.
FraakJ
A NAME FOR A BOOK.
In the latter years of the tiurcTempire
a pleasant time enough while it bated
among the many privileged purveyors
of gossip to the Parisian daily and weekly
press one of the most indefatigable in
unearthing the latest titbit of contem
porary anecdote was Jules Leoomte.
Less elegant in style than Henri de Bene,
less humorous than Auguste Vilemot, he
was nevertheless mainly instrumental in
promoting the circulation of the journal
to which he was attached by his happy
choice of subjects and generally reliable
information. One day he received a let
ter from an anonymous correspondent,
beginning with the usual complimen-
I "&
pbrase, "You who know every-
I thing," and terminating by a rather puz
zling query: "Why did M. Alphonse
Karr select for a volume of tales pub
, lished some twenty years ago the far
comprehensible title of 'Vendredi Sou-?"
j (Friday Evening).
Not a bad idea of my friend, the
writer, whoever he may be," said Le
comte, with a chuckle of satisfaction,
"to apply to me, as I happen to be the
only person able to answer the question.
I may as well gratify him, particularly
the bourse and the boulevard are pretty
well used up, and a retrospective article
for once in a way will be a novelty."
Not having the paper by me, and com
pelled therefore to trust to my memory,
I can only attempt to reproduce the sub
stance of one of the lively chronicler's
most amusing feuilletons, related some-
he following terms:
A good many years ago, when I first
essayed to gain a living by my pen, Al
phonte Karr, if not already famous, was
at least regarded as one of the most prom
ing young authors of the day. He then
occupied a tiny apartment on the top
floor the seventh of a house in the
Rue Vivienno, where I occasionally
passed half an hour with him, when a
frequent occurrence, alas! at that period
of my career I had nothing better to
da One afternoon, after clambering up
his interminable staircase, I found him,
contrary to his wont, sitting in a de
jected attitude at his window and look
ing the picture of misery.
"What is the matter?" I inquired.
"Anything wrong?"
"Everything," ho replied, drumming
his knuckles impatiently on the window
pane. "I have a bill for 800 francs due
today, and no funds to meet it"
"Diable!"
(It must be understood that in Louis
Philippe's reign, to a literary man, liv
ing as it were from hand to mouth, 800
francs appeared a fabulous sum.)
"Not a sou!" he continued, "and that
isn't all; Tuesday is the last day of the
carnival, and I have promised a pretty
neighbor of mine to escort her to the
ball at the Varietes, which of coarse en
tails supper."
"And champagne," I suggested.
"Exactly, and where on earth am I to
find the money?'
This was a poser, and for some min
utes we looked despondently at each
other.
Suddenly an idea struck me.
"Why not ask your publisher," said I,
"to advance it to you?"
"No use," he muttered, with a melan
choly shake of the head. "I am in his
debt already."
"If he won't," I persisted, "others may.
And, now I come to think of it, why not
collect those tales and sketches you have
written for different reviews? They
ought to make a volume."
"Yes," said Karr, "with a dedication,
a preface, plenty of margin and an in
dex, perhaps they might"
"Very well, then. Put on your hat
and come with me to Souverain."
"Your publisher? You don't mean to
say there is any chance of his taking it?"
"Why shouldn't he?" I replied. "He
will be only too glad to have your name
in his catalogue. At all events, there is
no harm in trying."
The establishment of M. Hippolyte
Souverain, the fashionable publisher of
the period in question, was in the Hue
des Beaux-Arts, and on our arrival there
we were directed by one of the clerks to
a restaurant in the Rue Jacob, where the
great man was in the habit of dining.
He bad nearly finished his repast and
shook hands cordially with me as I in
troduced my companion. I thought it
best to act as spokesman on the occasion,
and explained as briefly as possible the
object of our coming. Souverain lis
tened attentively while sipping his coffee.
"Very happy to know M. Karr," he
said. "We will talk the matter over one
of these days."
"That will be too late," I replied de
cisively. "It must either be settled now
or never. If it doesn't suit you, we will
try Gosselin."
"But, my good sir," objected the pub
lisher, "you cannot expect me to pur
chase a book without having the least
idea what it is!"
"Oh," said I, "if that is all, there will
be no difficulty in satisfying you. Karr
is ready to sign an agreement, making
over to you, say for five years, the ex
clusive right of republishing in any form
you choose certain specified tales and
sketches which have appeared in various
periodicals, in consideration of the sum
of five hundred francs received by him
from you."
"Not in cash!" hastily interposed Sou-,
renin. "A bill at tana months, per-'
haps."
"Out of the question, Karr has one
of his own due, and to pay it he must
have money down."
"Very sorry, but I make it a rule never
to pay cash until my bills fall due."
"In that case," said Alphonse, who
was chafing at the delay, "it is no use
wasting any time, and we had better see
Gosselin."
"Wait a moment," expostulated Souve
rain. "You don't suppose I carry 900
francs about with meP
"We mid 600, not 800," quietly-observed
Karr. "When you have lrfahr1
your coffee, it is but a step to the Ban des
Beaux-Arts."
"You an in such desperate hurry!
Can't you wait until I have thought it
over?"
"Bills won't wait" I retorted, "as you
know very welL So, unless you decide
quickly, then is an end to tho matter."
"B?m," muttered Souverain, visibly
perplexed: "we said 400, did we not?"
"No," emphatically replied Karr. "Not
a sou less than 600."
A quarter of an hour later we were
seated in the publisher's room, when sx
many illastrioas colleagues, Balzao and
Frederic Soulie among the number, had
at on time ocaoother mon or km anx
iously awaited the decision of itssnnwd
but by no means unsympathetic owner.
The agreement was soon drawn out, and
after an abortive attempt on the part of
oar Mniwiss to reduce the rata of pur
chase to 450 francs, which was indig
nantly protested against and overruled,
At- fl-.llwM4lA1 JttMk
un vciua v "".- j
lemainedtodiscumthenwdeofnayawsnt,
wntcn aouverain lnsasreo sswura Deenect-
ed by a bill at three nxmtha
This suggestion met with an energetic
refusal "Impossiblel" exclaimed Karr.
"It is 7 o'clock now, and how an wo to
find any one at this hour to discount itT
"Early to-morrow morning will do as
well." faintly remonstrated the pub
lisher. "Not for me." curtly retorted tho au
thor, rising from his chair and making
me a sign to follow him. We had just
reached the door when Souverain, evi
dently unwilling -to let ao promising, a
speculation slip through his uagers,
called to us to stop.
"Then is only one way," he said, "to
arrange thia-little affair. I shall have to
discount the bill myself."
And pen in hand he proceeded me
thodically to calculate the nte of in
terest at per cent, besides commission,
and. the operation terminated, delivered
the balance to my companion in notes
and five franc pieces.
Pocketing the money with a thrill of
delight, and hardly yet able to realise
his good fortune, Karr hastily signed
the agreement, and still apprehensive of
some further objection on the part of
the publisher, only began to breathe
freely when we were safe outside the
door. We had scarcely, reached the
middle of the staircase, however, whan
Souverain's voice brought us suddenly
to a check.
"Monsieur Karri"
"Don't answer!" whispered Alphonse.
"He wants his money back, but m be
banged if he gets it"
"Monsieur Karri" again aborted my
friend's new "editeur." "What title an
we to give your book?"
"Is that all?" laughed Karr, com
pletely reassured. "Whatever yon like,
Monsieur Souverain," he replied. "Let
me see, today is Friday; suppose we call
it 'Vendredi SoirT Temple Bar.
Oa mm Apsto On:
It may be worth noting that in tho last
century a native of Cumberland waa
prompted to write a poem in laudatory
strain on the virtues and under the title
of "The Apple Dumpling." It appeared
first, circa 1770-75, in The Town and
Country Magazine, above the signature
of Pygmalion, the writer (as bis "Poems,"
1778, show) being Charles Graham, of
Penrith. A few of the lines Iventun
to quote as unique on such a theme, and
of value in the description of an old
north country dish. Graham te evident
ly in sympathy with his subject:
The task be mine
To sing a British apple daapUaxw prates.
Hnrnitrawtraa
We court not; Britam statute lew arias forth
The mellow applo.
Whea from the meUng careraw month thou'rt
brought
Short respite we allow the; sow with spaed
Thou'rt placed conapicooae ia a ehmsvasa,
(Or aometimee dost deeeead to humble dahT),
While round lujr thet poliah'd aides redosdaat
flows
Nvctarous juice In moat denciona Boods.
OrttimesrTeaeeQ the (cbarmias-to relate) laic)
Ride buoyant oa the atream, with head erect
Aad honest front float round the diah aadadous.
But whea thou boasteet a mora gicaauo else,
Enormous, mamy, ample, long aad hag.
Notes and Querien
A P!km Deddee a Law Case.
A novel decision was rendered by Jus-
tice Miller in a suit before him between
John B. Kirby and John Scott, each
claiming the ownership to a certain car
rier pigeon, which was brought into
court in charge of an officer. Justice
Miller, in order to settle the ownership
beyond question, ordered the pigeon
placed in the hands of two disinterested
persons, who took it four miles south of
the city and released it After it had
started, two chasers wen sent up by
Kirby, and Scott followed suit by releas
ing another pigeon. The pigeon in con
troversy flew straight to the residence of
Scott, and, according to the decision of
Justice Miller, is now Scott's property.
Youngstown (O.) Cor. Cleveland Leader.
THE BILQULA MARRIAGE KNOT.
Tfa Strang Coartahip aad Qaeer Weddlae
at m Northern Tribe.
Mr. Ph.. Jacobsen, in a letter to his
well known brother, Capt A. Jacobsen,
gives the following description of the
marriage ceremonies of the Bilqula In
dians of British Columbia. An Indian
who intends to marry calls upon his in
tended wife's parents and arranges with
them how much he is to pay for permis
sion to marry the girL Among people
of high descent this is done by messen
gers, sometimes as many as twenty being
sent to call on the girl's father. They
are sent by the man's parents before the
young man is of age. In many instances
both man and girl are not more than 8
or 9 years old. The messengers go in
their boats to the girl's house, and carry
on their negotiations without going
ashore, where the relatives of the girl
are standing.
The messengers of the young man's
parents praise his excellence and noble
descent; the great exploits of his father,
grandfather and ancestors; their wars,
victories and hunting expeditions; their
liberality at festivals, eta Then the
girl's relatives praise the girl and her
ancestors, and thus the negotiations an
carried on. Finally, a number of blan
kets are thrown ashore by the messen
gers; and the girl's relatives protest, and
maintain that the number is not suffi
cient to pay for the permission to marry
the girl. In order to obtain then con
sent, new blankets are thrown ashore
one by one, the messengers continually
maintaining that the price paid is too
great Generally from twenty to fifty
blankets, each of the value of about fifty
cents, are paid. .
After this the boy and the girl an con
sidered engaged. When they come to
be grown up the young man has to serve
a year to his father-in-law. He must fell
trees, fetch water, fish and hunt for the
latter. During this time he is called
Kos, which means "one who woos."
After a year has elapsed the marriage Is
celebrated. At this time great festivals
are celebrated. Seven or eight men per
form a dance. They wear dancing aprons
and leggings trimmed with puffin beaks,
hoofs of deers, copper plates and bells.
If the groom should be a wealthy man,
who has presented to his wife many
small copper plates, such as an used as
presents to a bride, these are carried by
the dancers. The singing master, who
beats the drum, starts a song, in which
the dancers join. The song used at the
marriage festival is sung in unison,
while in all other dances each dancer
has his own tune and song. The first
dancer wears a ring made of cedar bark.
His hair is strewn with eagle down,
which flies about when he moves and
forms a cloud around his head.
The groom presents the first dancer
with a piece of calico, which the bitter
tears to pieces, which he throws down
in front of each house of the village,
crying "HolpP in order to drive away
evil spirits. These pieces of calico which
he throws down in front of the houses
have a lucky meaning, and at the same
time express the idea that the groom,
whea ha comn to tie a wealthy atan, will
not forget the inhabitants of any house
when siring a festival The dancen
their feet aad show the
the lookers on.
the bride's fatherbrkHrsasreat
oc ossns, get
of thesehe m
and gins them to Ma
ten The bride orders a few blankets, to
. Deepreau ueion t
j down, and he puts
bespread beron the groom. She aits
his hand unoa her
Then the groom ia given for each '
of the parte of his body one or mon
FmaMy ha is given a new
After the bride's father has
given a blanket to each dancer and to
the drummer the vUlagen an invited to
a great feast At this ti
bride eat for the first tii
Science.
LETTING QO HANOft.
Pahaspy
Feat
Two friends of
', m unun
who
had been married for twenty
yean,
came to tae conclusion that
waa a railure for them. They agreed
upon divorce.
Yean before, the man had been well
off. but had lost everything through
speculation. He took to drink and soon
degenerated to a worthless burden upon
the wife, who supported the family by
taking boarders.
For ten years these two had lived to
gether in the same house, the estrange
ment widening as the husband's folly in
creased, until she could endure it no
longer. The papers wen made out and
the day came when be was to leave the
home he had made so wretched.
I happened to be a witness to their
parting. Then was no one in the house
at the time but we three."
She picked up his shirts aad collars,
which she had that day ironed wka her
own hsnis, and he stood on thethnshold
with the parcel under his arm, besides a
trunk which contained his other personal
belongings.
Scarce a word was spoken. Both
seemed to feel that a crisis in their lives
had come.
For twenty yean these two had been
together, through light and shade, ia
good fortune and ill, and now they wen
to part forever. Twenty yean before,
buoyant with youth and hope and confi
dence in each other, these two bad linked
their lives together. They had come to
look alike, so potent' had been the force
of association.
What touching memories must nave
surged through both their hearts as they
stood thus, she leaning against the stair
way in the hall, and he -nllif; oa the
doorstep with the dusky twilight closing
in about him as if to emphasise the
darkness of the future years.
The hour eeemed strangely in keeping
wnn ms strange parting. Then an
moments so tragie in life that speech is
dumbly inadequate. This was one of
them.
"Have I got every thing Annie r
he slowly said, in a dazed way, as he
turned toward the door.
"All but this, Frank do you want it?"
and she handed him a packet of faded
letters tied with a crumpled ribbon.
Ho turned pale as a corpse, as'if not
until that instant realizing all the part
ing meant He looked at the packet,
slowly untied the ribbon and wound it
about bis hand, his whole frame trem
bling violently.
"Keep them Annie for me!" he sob
bed, made one convulsive step toward
the woman, then turned and walked out
into the night
And she?
j Well hour liter I stepped softly
into the hallway, alarmed at the deathly
silence. Htill leaning against the stair
way she stood, the letten clutched tight
ly in her frigid bands, her eyes strained
out upon the night as if they saw the
ghosts of bygone days when faith aad
happiness wen hers! That look will
haunt me forever. Boston CommerciaL
The By Frieed.
John T. Trowbridge was born in a log
cabin, raised on a New York farm and
composed his first verses behind the
plow. His mother was a cultivated New
England woman, and the boy inherited
her tefined taste, and although not inter
ested in the studies Ids common school
education offered, him, hungered after
languages Latin in particular. When
16 he wrote some verses on the "Tomb
of Napoleon' which were published in
The Rochester Republican, and from that
moment he determined to become an
author. After his father's death he left
the farm and attended a classical school,
where he studied tireek and his coveted
Latin. His twentieth birthday found
him in New York battling almost against
starvation for a place in the literary
arena, and at last he won the desired
vantage ground and has sustained it
both with his verse and prose. Aa a
writer of boys' stories, bo has scarcely a
rival in this country, and his poetry is
admirably simple, dignified and musical
Current Literature.
Well
Mamma and papa may be equally loved
but the least thoughtful of children do
not fail to notice that they lmve different
characteristics. Two little girls wen
one day eating berries from a bosh, and
one said:
"Shut your eyea and open your mouth,
aad pUy you're a little birdie." So the
other one obediently put back her head,
stretched her mouth wide and received
in It a big berry.
"Thank you, papa robin,' said she.
"How do you know twasn't a
robinl" asked the one who had played
parent bird.
"Oh, 'cause you dropped it 'way down
my throat," was the reply. Youth's
Companion.
"Then goes a girl who is the cham
pion soda water drinker of Buffalo,"
said a Main street pharmacist to a man
who ia addicted to tho habit. "Tea,
air, continned" the ganulons eompoun
der of nans-eons drags, "that girl can
get outside of mon soda water than any
tbrwgirkinthehighschooL She came
in hen Saturday, and, on a wager,
poured seven glsawa of the stuff down
her pretty Utile throat in Just ffteen
minutes. She drinks at least two glsmni
of soda with vanilla aavor every time
she comes in here." Buffalo Express.
A Basamatow Maw Vm f
Professor John Trowbridge, ia Scrib
ner's, calls attention to the importance,
from an engineering point of- view, of
making careful photographs of steel and
timber at the point of ruptun under a
breaking load, suggesting that in this
way wo may lean something important
on the much vexed question of elasticity.
This is a suggestion worthy the atten
tion of our metallurgists, some of whom
have made a critical study of the be
havior of iron and steel under strains.
It would be impossible to rid
this
The
country of the
Dsrtmaciryof
illustrated than by the British
sailor's
bit of doggerel, which runs:
lh
hkweahv. Plume apanow wees a w
Th Ueeam rate earn sow aai washed th
htooaria assmw L
ThehlooayaoemetdTleSpthhles-
asd th II nail ', tteeey amwisw want an the
fefcmam aaaS assm
flragn rTarsM
" tnsan varvaas; amaasa mamas,
copper passes to Pronersia di Rossi, a ssaiden of ran
can
very early m
Hie to thestndyof
taTSK
carving oa a peach
ery"was her forte,
this gifted girl was
tone the crucifixion of our Saviour a
work comprising many figures, execu
tfcmers, disciples, women and solaitn;
M! most remarkable for delicacy and
perfection of expression, and an admir
able distribution of 4he groups. In the
cahhMt of gems in the gallery of Florence
is still to be seen a cherry stone on which
is carved a 'chorus of saints, in which
seventy heads may be counted.
Among other women or the Sixteenth
century noted as sculptors, f tvsco paint
en and engraverM. one of Titian's f Htpils.
Irene di Spilimberg. highly educated,
surrounded by luxury and 'with every
thing beautiful about her. devoted her
self wholly to art. Some of her works
are still extant, and she must have used
her time and energies to great purpose,
for she di.nl at thw age f 19. Harper a
Bazar.
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A t&tflttHl KUltlOM.
Blythe Your autograph album is one
of the liiu'dt i luv' mvr seen. The
names aro u!l written k. neatly and
symmetrically.
Lythe Yi-s. I eopk'J tie:i mytt-lf
from the ortxiiuis. p::tie of v.-.'ji: li wvrv
perfectly If. i J. r:n-.:..j ...rM
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MENT is only put up in large two-ounce
tin boxes, and ia an abaelctc euro tor
old sores, burns, wounds, chapped hands
and all kinds of skin eruptions. Will
positively cure all kinds of piles. Aak for
the ORIGINAL ABITINE OINTMENT
Sold by Dowty k Becher at 25 cents per
box by mafl 90 cents. marTy
She grieves
when alone.
sincerely who grieves
The New Dbwwvery.
You have heard your friends
and
neighbors talking about it Yon may
yourself be one of the many who know
from personal experience just how good
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New Discovery ever after holds a place
in the house. If you have-never used it
and should be afflicted with a cough,
cold or any throat, lung or chest trouble
secure a bottle at once and give it a fair
trial. It is guaranteed every time, or
money refunded. Trial bottle free at
David Dowty's drug store.
Honest plain
eon of grief.
words best pierce the
Cearamptiew Sarely Cared.
To thk Editok Please inform your
readers that I have a positive remedy
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dy razz to any of your readers who have
consumption if they will send me their
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fufiy, T. A. SxocuhvM. O, 181 Pearl
street New York. 30y
Everyone can master grief but he who
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It is guranteed to give perfect satisfac
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True fortune is seen in great exploits.
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E. Bainbridge Munday, Esq., County
Attorney, Clay county, Tex., says: "Han
used Electric Bitten with most happv
Inanlta. My brother also was very lo
with malarial fever and jaundice, but
was cared by timely use of this medi
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Mr. D. L WilcoxBon, of Horse Cave,
iy., adds a like testimony, saying: He
positively beueves he would have died,
had it not bean for Electric Bitten
Tms gnat remedy will ward off, as
well as can Malarial Pisceses, and for
all Kidney, Liver and Stomach Disor
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