Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 December 1887 — Page 3

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DO.VT GRUMBLE AND FilET.

Don't grumble and fret. A brighter day yet Is comiuK for you aud lor matt we wait and be Htlll And work with a will Abetter day yet we shall £««.

Don't grumble and fret. But try to forget TliettilriKs that worry and *«fwe: If we drive away care, Kee.'i sunny and ilr. Many things that appall will please.

Uon't grumble and fret. There's time enough yet To retrieve what makes the heart bind Although you are poor, Of this still be sure. You'll get of this world ail you need.

Don't grumble and fret And go oif In a pet IJecause vou are standing alone: When you can't stand at all. (July stumble and fall. We'll pardon you then If you trouu.

Don't grumble and fret, The kun has not set. Hut still Us shining ou high: Be cheerful and g: i/l, Not gloomy and d. And tears will be shed v.hen yr.i die.

Imri't grumble and fret. Many others you've met I.Ike you have been sadly cast dovrci: They went hold!y on With a prayer ami a song, Aud at last wore success as a crown. —fT. M. Eastwood.

A FAIR EXCHANGE.

Wbeu Inez Kay came down from the city to Wi Hough by Farm she was delighted with everything about the dear old place, as she termed it. It was eo much nicer than Capo May, Long

Branch or any of those places of which she was pick and tired! Such cool breezes, such sweet odors from the meadows, such golden butter and rich sweet cream! She was quite enchanted with it all. "Why didn't I know this dear place eooner, Aunt Sarah?" she exclaimed in hnr gay, impulsive way to Mrs. Willougbbv, who was patting the yellow, fresh butter into rolls out on the morn-ing-glory r-haded porch. "I am going to call you aunt," she continued in her wheedling tone, to pleasing to the good houl bho addressed "cousin seems so cold. l,V:nr Aunt Sarah, how do you get that butter into .such perfect rolls, with the rosea on the top made with trie point of a i-ommon table-knife?" "Well, my dear," said Sarah Wili"iigliby, in answer to the lir -t question. "I don't know why your mother never told you of our folks before now, nor ent you down to wo i:t\ We used to be friends when we were girls, but she married and went to the city, and I reckon F,ho almofct forgot me after a while, l.'eur me!" t-ho cried, middenly raising her head and looking anxiously across the Holds. "I wonder what."a keeping

Hester all this time, and the sun most down! The child .started after those cows an hour ago. If Mill (iroen don't hurry and get weil. I'll hire another boy to tend the COWB it is too hard on Hester to look after thorn besides the other work sho has to do."

Inez glanced across the tield too, and tier keen eye espied the lithe form of (Tester Willoughby strolling leisurely along, while a tall, broad-shouldered young fellow walked closo by her side, at the same time hastening now and then tho steps of Brindle, hiteface and liossy when they stopped to take one more mouthful of tho sweet, tempting elovor.

Inez watched the pair with an amused smile hovering around tho corners of her mout h. "With all her shyness she has a lover," she said to herself. "Why, sho has been so quit and demure since came that I felt, sure sho was destined to bo an old maid. Such' girls often are, bccauso they are so quiet and prudish that no man has the courage to address them. I can't understand that creature," her thoughts ran on. while the pair of lovers came still nearer. "Sho drops her eyelids over those large nrown eyes of hers if you but look at her, and blushes at almost nothing."

Presently Mrs. Willoughby caught Might of the young man and girl as thoy came up tho garden path toward the house. "Took ye a long time to find tho cows to night, child," the mother said, smiling, and with a sly nod at the young man who stood on the steps holding his straw hat. in his hand, while a passing breeze lifted the brown curling hair from his broad forehead.

Hester blushed, and the handsome voting follow watched every change of the fair face with a look which plainly bespoke admiration. "This is Miss Hay of Now York," Mrs. Willoughby said, feeling that courtesy demanded that she should introduce the young lady, who as yet sat unnoticed near the morning glory vines. "This is .luck Carney, Inez, my dear."

Hester passed i,n into the kitchen to get the milking pails. Inez, in her snowy dress, arose with a graceful bow. Jack returned it. somewhat awkwardly, to be sure, but with a smile that lighted up his handsome face like sunshine, and forced even Inez Kay to acknowledge inwardly that she had seldom seen a more attractive face.

Some wicked spirit must have suggested it, but. bo that as it may, while Hester milked the cows, and her lover, from the porch, turned his head every few moments toward her. with a tender light in his eyes, Inez Kay thought what fun it would be to tlirt just the least bit with this good looking rustic. ".I ust to seo if jealousy would have the power to raise any spirit in that stupid, quiet creature who calls him her lover," she said, mentally "besides, life would grow stagnant with me without at least one little atTair of the kind to enliven it in a whole summer."

Hester was undisturbed, when her task was? over, to tind Jack and Miss Kay engaged in an animated conversation. She went quietly about her duties, and when sho presently joined the others, it was with the same calm, sweet face and unmilled manner which always laracterized her.

She never even suspected that Jack's affections were being slowly but surely transferred until several weeks had passed during which he ami Inez were more and more frequently together and then her eyes were opened to the truth, Gay, brilliant and beautiful, she was just the woman to dazzle solwr Jack Carney, and her power over him was eoou too apparent to be hidden. 'I reckon the match between you and Carnev is otT," remarked Isaac Dawson, would-be lover of Hestur'a one evening

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as he stopped for a moment under the pretence of getting a drink. Hester handed him a dipper of cool water, saying half impatiently that some folks meddled a heap with other folk's affairs. "Well, I don't mean to be meddlesome," the young farmer went on, in a significant tone, "but when a feller tries to kiss a gal and holds her hand tight, like I saw a feller holding the hand of a cortain gal down on the lake pond, where they were boating, it looks as if the wind blowed in"a new direction." "Oh, get out, Ike! You're always throwing out dark hints."

But while Hester spoko so carelessly ttie color entirely forsook her face, and she caught at a table for support, while Ike, conscious that to say more at present would not serve to advance his own cause, wisely took his leave.

In spite of her resolve to be brave, poor Hester Willoughby sank into a chair and burst into tears, tho bitterest she had ever shed. She wept until her foatures were swollen and flushed, and then succeeded a calmness in which she scarcely felt or saw until a light hand rested on her shoulder, and the voice of Inez Ray fell on her ear in accents of forced gayety, saying: "What ails you, pretty coz? You have been crying. Has anything happened

Well did she guess the secret of the tear-stained face, the traitress! but her air was innocence itself. "I am going to my room a moment to change my dress, cousin dear, and then I'm coming down to coax you out of this fit of blues or perhaps some one will come this evening who can better accomplish that delightful task than myself," with a sly pinch of the Hushed, hot cheek that was nearest to her.

Had Heater glanced at the face of Inez sho would have seen that it was white, haggard, with a frown of deep displeasure on the usually smooth brow but she only replied: "I don't care to trouble anyone with my presence this evening I shall retire early."

But as toon as she was once more alone, sho arose for a walk in the open air, anywhere, for sho felt as though she should suffocate.

Inez went upstairs to her room, and throw herself impatiently across tho bed. "Well, I never thought she would bo such a little fool," she murmured. "Not tho least particle of spirit about her. Crying like a very baby, too. I never meant to tako her lover. In fact, I never intended that it should go eo far as it has. What a silly booby that fellow made of himself an hour ago, to be sure! as if T, Inez Hay, would ever bestow my hand on a country lout! To offer to kiss me, too! And then when I told him my mind, he called me a false hearted coquette, and remarked between his teeth that the heart of a puro woman like Hester Willoughby was worth an hundred hollow ones like mi no. Oh, he was angry grand, almost, in his wrath! Dear me! I wish I wcro out of the scrape but I daro say they will make it all up."

After her soliloquy she made her toilet, but did not go down stairs, seating herself, instead at the open window that looked toward tho lake, a train of thought anything but pleasant passing through her mind.

There had been another witness to tho scene described by Isaac Lawson, besides that individual, seeing, yet unseen. and, more than, that, hearing, although an unintentional eavesdropper. A man, tall and strikingly handsome, had pushed his way through tangled vines and shrubs that grew on the banks of tho lake, until, tired and almost breathless, he paused beneath a hugo tree almost on tho brink of that water, and was leaning against its massive trunk to rest a moment, when the sound of oars caught his ear. and beneath the drooping boughs that almost reached the surface of tho water, the sound of voices near revealed the fact that a boat was moored undo/ the shade of the tree beneath which he stood, yet tho great trunk concealed him from its occupants, as he was on thesidoopposito them.

When a man's voice, uttering words of passionato love, first fell upon bis ear. ho looked about him to seo if he could steal away but when a woman's tones, strangely familiar, replied in cold, cruel words, ho paused and listened eagerly until tho oars were resumed and the boat shot rapidly away, but not before he caught sight of a I'aco ho know too well to mistake.

For some time he stood like a man who, though awake, still thought ho must bo dreaming, then pushed forward with a slow, uncertain step.

Finally he found himself in a broad path, bordered hero and there by clumps of trees and shrubbery. As he walked on,

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on one side by a thick growth of short bushes and creeping plants, tho sound of voices, this time of a man and woman also, fell on his ear.

He drew nearer with a cautious tread, bending his head to catch each word, an ugly scowl on his brow meanwhile. "I shall finish my role of eavesdropper by learning how she consoles him. Ha! the fickleness of women!" ho said under his breath.

Hut no -the voice that rang out so clear in response to the low tones of her companion was not that of Inez Kay. "I have nothing to forgive nothing to hate you for, Jack but here is something 1 beg you to take and bestow where your alVoci,:'ins are given," it said.

The ui.•seen and now embarrassed listener did not see the look of quiet scorn on Hester Willoughby's face as sho placed in Jack Carney's helpless hand a tiny golden circlet. Amazed at the girl's countenance, he looked from her face to the ring in a way utterly bewildered. Then he threw himself at her feet, confessing what he called his folly and begging forgiveness. "No, never!" said the voice. "I forever free you from an engagement which must ere now have grown irksome to you. Xo. I do not regret. I shall always bo glad of your friendship, and do not think to claim more of me. Mr. Carney, 1 wish you good evening."

When Allan Moore had walked some distance along the path which still led him on toward a large old-fashioned mansion in the distance, he was conscious of the sound of a light step near him, and utrning lie faced Hester,who with Hushed cheeks. Hashing eyes, and disordered sunny hair, made, in her pale bluo muslin, a picture so pretty as to almost cause the stranger to commit a piece of rudeness by staring at her too long. "1 beg your pardon, miss." he exclaimed in a voice soft and winning: "but can you tell me if 1 am right in thinking yonder place to bo Willoughby farm?" "You are." she replied. "1 am Miss Willoughby. and that is my home. If you wish. 1 will show you the way." "The same voice of a few moments since." he thought, but said aloud: "I shall bo delighted. I am Allan Moore, at your service, and I have a friend, Miss Kay. at Willoughby farm." "Miss Kay will be happy to meet her friend, I have no doubt: it is dull here at times. I presume."

Allan thought he had never seen such a quaint mixture of modest sweetness and tirm resolution as in this pretty.

quiet creature at his side. He could scarcely believe that the blushing face and downcast eyes belonged to the firm woman of scarce half an hour ago.

Inez Ray saw the two as they came nearer the house, and her heart gave a bound when she recognized the man she desired above all others to win. What if he should learn of her treachery? Surely that bold minx would not tell him, just for revenge! "I am delighted to see you," she smiled, meeting him on the porch. "I thought I'd run down here, as you praised the place so highly, and see if there was any good sport in the way of fishing," Allan replied in atone 60 careless that Inez was quite taken aback. "It is a beautiful place," he went on, taking the seat offered him and looking out over the broad fields around. "Oh, I am so glad you have come!" Inez whispered when they were alone. "I was just dying of ennui here.' "Strange!" was the reply in a tone that startled her.

That night Inez awoke long after retiring to her room. What could ail Allan? Was this the same man who two months ago had so ardently hung on her lightest smile? Could he know of her foolish flirtation with Hester's lover? These and manymore such questions were her thoughts.

Thero was one other person also beneath that roof, whose eyes long remained unclosed. "I see through it all," he murmured, glancing about the room which Hester busy hands had hastily made so tidy for his reception. "Inez has been enjoying herself at the expenso of that quiet, tfweet little mouse of a girl, who, by the way, has beet* in this room to-day—I know by that vase of pink and white roses on the small table. They remind me of her. Well, Inez has made a mess of it, I should sav. I thought she—

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Iloro he dropped asleep. To the surprise of all, more especially Inez, ho took an-earlv departure next day.

Chagrined and mortified, Inez did not stay many days after. Iler little flirtation had cost her dear.

Hester and Jack did not marry, :»s Inez predicted in her conscious-stricken heart. But one year later she read in a paper picked up by chance of the marriage of Hester Willoughby and Allan Da rev Moore.

It is needless to tell of all she suffered and the worst of it was that sho had nobodv but herself to blame. "Well," laughed old Mrs. Willoughby, well pleased at tho match. "Inez stole Hester's beau away, and you see James, Providence willed that our girl should win Allan Moore. May the Lord bless them both. But, after all, it was nothing more than a fair exchange." -|Wavrrloy Magazine.

CUT A SWELL IX NEWARK SOCIETY.

Bold Ca]ier Cut !. a Notorious Knjjlisli Cilniiiuil in Xew Jersey. A few months ago a dapper young Englishman named Talbot presented letters of introduction to Cortland Parker and Col. E II. Wright that secured him the ontree into Newark's fashionable society. He was a welcome guest at the homes of all the loading families, and, asido from a penchant for borrowing money which he failed in many instances to return, behaving himself in a manner that won the confidence of every one with whom he came in contact. A week ago a woman who recently returnned from Europo recognized Talbot as Lord Courtney, whoso reputation in England is very unsavory. An investigation followed, and tho result was that the young man was ostracised. A visit to Inspector Byrnes' oflice. New York. revealed the fellow's picture and a full description furnished by tho Scotland Yard police. Talbot left Newark for Xew York yesterday with William Speiden, at whose house ho lodged, to satisfy him that he was all right. In Broadway ho gave Mr. Speiden tho slip, and has not been seen since. According to Inspector Byrnes' book on professional criminals in America, Talbot's right name is supposed to be Clinton, tho clever son of a formor lodgekeeper of the Earl of Devon, Devonshire, England. He did time in England for forgery, and has been arrested several times in this country for crooked work. Among his aliases are Hugh Leslie Courtney. Bay Reid, Marcus Lal'ierre Beresford, Sir Harry Vane Tempest, Lieutenant B. Conyugham. Charles Claude Montague Bertie, and Robert Raymond Arundel. He came to this country in IS7-1 under the name of Arundel, in 1STG he came again from Europe and robbed a Mrs. Floyd of Philadelphia, of several thousand dollars' worth of diamonds and money which she carried in a satchel. Lord Courtney politely relieved Mrs. Floyd of the satchel as she was coming off the steamer aud Hed to Salt Lake City.

BOOTS ARE IN STYLE AGAIN-

Fifty years ago boots had the preference. To-day, shoes. Formerly, in all weathers, the boot was worn outside of the trousers. To-day, when woru at all, the legs of the boots are covered by the legs of the trousers. Tho New York Times says that tho whirligig of time is bringing boots into tho fashion again, at least for winter wear, and it seems to be in the interest of good health. It stands to reason that it should be so. Everybody respects the force of the general hygienic principle that it is necessary to keep the head cool and tho feet warm if good health is sought. Boots cover not only the feet but tho ankle and the lower leg. and hence fight off rheumatism that delights in attacking those parts. Woolen stockings are possibly too heating and make the feet perspire. With a pair of good boots, cashmere socks are better. The sole of a winter boot should be thick, but, being thick, it isn't necessary that it should be heavy. Cork soles are excellent, and they make a light-weighted boot, while protecting the foot from the wet. ^A pair of fancy-leather tops, say of the best morocco, will last many years, and so. with footing, boots eventually cost as little as shoes. The boot legs'should tit as snugly to the limbs as the size of the feet will permit. This makes the legs of the trousers fit the better. Eschew goloshes. They injure by "drawing." Let the thick soles serve their purpose. If the feet get wet put them in cold water, next dry them thoroughly. and then, with a change of socks, they will fairly glow with warmth.

A BRIDGE ACROSS THE HUDSON, It is possible that Xew York and New Jersey will be connected by abridge across the Hudson within a Tery fewyears. The idea is to build it on the cantilever plan from Stevens point. Hoboken, to Forty-second street, the narrowest part of the river, its hight to be 1» feet above the high-water mark.

A SURE SIGN,

Brown—Do you know how long Kobinson has been keeping house? Smith—No but it must be a good many years. I took dinner with him the other day, and he carved a duck without spilling it on the floor.—(Harper's Bazaar.

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THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER

Mrs. Henry Ward Beeeher Writes About tbe Expenses of Fashionable Women.

AS A MAIDEN IS. SO IS A WIFE.

Education of Girls—Thoughtless Expenditure, of Money—Fashionable Butterflies.

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Written specially for the Express. The failure of business men and the ruin in "mind, body and estate" by loss of property, is often attributed to the reckless expenditures of their fashionloving wives. Doubtless in multitudes of cases this is all too true. But is it not also true that the extravagance that brings such impoverishment is not altogether confined to the "weaker sex?" There are two sides to every story, and two ways by which the cause of most domestic trouble can be justly explained and estimated. If so, should not the blame in most cases be more equally divided between tho joint heads of the house, instead of laying all on one? Were tho true cause of many financial troubles honestly investigated and judged perhaps "the woman which thou gavest me" might not so often be accused of having wrought the ruin. Are there not enough cases on record —and some not very remote—to show that often the husband's profuse outlays for his own selfish gartification,and pleasure were undoubtedly the chief cause of his loss of property, and eould not be attributable to his wife's thoughtless expenditures': Are not the faults and mistakes in such troubles on either side about equally divided—as they so often should bo in most disputes?

Unquestionably, there is woful prodigality in tho dress of many, llow much of jewelry, velvets, laces—all of the first quality—is bought at very high prices, and, being soon tired of, is cast aside for newer and more fanciful styles! Even for those who can boast a princcly income this is a wicked, needless waste, when perhaps all around these splendid mansions many are really suffering for a morsel of bread. Seeing such thoughtless appropriations of the abundant blessings committed to their stewardship, one naturally asks, "Where rests the chief blame?'' Too often, we fear, with those parents—particularly the mothers- -who have toiled early and late and suffered many hardships to work their way up from a very low financial state to competency, and at last to affluence.

This done, they resolve that their children shall never experience the cares and hardships that they knew in their youth, never have any wish ungratified that money and their love can satisfy, and never soil their hands with labor. Having thus settled in their own minds how their children shall bo helped up to maturity, they never reflect that God expects them to teach them to become useful members of society. To arrange so that, as far as money anu indulgence can do it, their children's pleasures shall be the one supremo idea. Not one care shall cross their path, not a thought of what others aro suffering, or howmuch by a little self-denial or a thought they can alleviato the alllicted, is allowed to come near them.

If a girl never hears a word about economy from her birth, and is only conscious that to secure the means to gratify her slightest wish sho needs but to stretch out her hands and they will be abundantly tilled, how can one expect after marriage that she can have tho faintest knowledge of tho duties that must belong to her in tho care of her household? Sho has never been called upon to know anything about her own expenses. What sho fancied she wanted she bought without a thought that it might be well to learn if sho ought to afford the monov. How money came, how it was always ready for her when sho asked, were questions she had never been taught that she ought to ask, and to understand tho answer. As far as any teaching sho has ever received, sho might imagine that money grew in the woods, and her father had it gathered for her as wanted—and of course her husband would do the same. No education before marriage ever taught her anything more rational. With such a girlhood, free from every thought but her own personal gratification, what reason can thero be for surprise if she makes many mistakes—weil for her if they are not irremediable. Duty was something never mentioned to her when a girl. After marriage her husband gives her no insight into his business affairs, no cautions as to expenses, never talks to her of or consults o? advises with her about their mutual expenditures. The same cruel love and indulgence—or it may be indifference—surrounds her in her new home, and thus she continues to be left in utter ignorance of all practical knowledge, simply a toy. a butterfly, seeking only sunshine and personal enjoyment.

And yet under proper training what a noble specimen of womanhood she perhaps was capable of being made! Had she been sensibly trained, how much more of true, noble enjoyment she would have found, when all the talents God gave her had been turned into their natural channels? How 6ad to think what might have been, what talents may have been folded away and buried!

Defrauded in early youth of such knowledge as every girl, however rich, ought to have, why should so much blame rest on fashionable women, even though her lavish expenses cripples, and at last destroys, her husband's financial operations? Was the fault wholly hers, or, rather, was it not more a misfortune than a fault? Is she not more to be pitied than blamed?

This, however, is-not all. Suppose after the early months of married life gradually her husband begins to hint at less lavish use of money, and then to urge upon her some little attention to economy, assuring her his business will not allow such thoughtless and wasteful purchases. Economy is a word she has seldom heard, and has no definite meaning. But love for her husband (for it is but charitable to suppose that their union came through genuine love) maylead her to make an effort to follow his wishes, in so far as she is able to understand Ihem. Yet the way i»

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Hitherto his wife—if, indeed. 6he ever gave a thought to this part of her husband's daily life—supposed it perfectly consistent with his position in good society—wsis not she also having her full share of all the pleasures and luxuries money could procure?—and no thought of criticising his daily course has ever entered her mind until he began to urge some retrenchment, which she was very willing to accept. She has turned to him for advice she gets only vague, uncertain responses, and she begins to seo that her husband knows no better than herself how to begin this reduction of expenses.

Unfortunately for her peace, it begins to dawn upon her that he lays a heavy hurden upon his wife's shoulders, but takes no share of it upon his own. Sho sees in his life no signs of tho retrenchment in his luxuries and pleasures ho has urged upon her: and yet, should the day come when money is not as easilyobtained for either as in their earlier life, and the husband sees trouble and danger ahead, it is to be feared that he will see his wife's extravagance through magnifying glasses before he will realize his own. Her- eyes havo not yet, perhaps, been opened so far as to enable her to draw a just comparison so as to realize to tho full the true situation on either side, but how can she help feelingthat she has been somewhat unjustly censured?

A man's extravagance can bo more skillfully concealed than a woman's, for hers is usually in matters of dress and personal adorning.

So if trouble and loss falls heavily by and by, any yard of velvet, silk, rich lace, and every gem will bo appraised at the highest value, and charged more to the extravagance of the wife than misjudgment of tho husband.

But we think gentlemen inalco their first mistakes in being too proudly reticent on business matters with their wives. Often if there were perfect confidence, and the first warning of danger was freely talked over betweeu them, their united counsel, made clearsighted by loving confidence, might avert the disaster thov feared, or so far bring it uuder control as to cause no serious damage. If every wifo could be so far taken into her husbaud's business confidence that

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dark no one offers to lead her through the gloom into the true light. Where shall she begin, how take the first step toward reform? She presses forward to gain higher ideas and to understand how to make them practical, but steps back to the old place and tries again. She cannot yet lay hold of and follow the thread that will guide her out of this labyrinth of trouble. Now, suppose that while thus groping in the dark, earnestly but ineffectually seeking the right way and grieving that she makes so little progress, she obtains in some accidental way a slight insight into her husband's mode of practicing that which he would fain teach his wifo. Her mind is beginning to wake up, her vision grows clearer. Perhaps because she had her thoughts so intent on correcting her own shortcomings she has been led also to see her husband's proceedings in a somewhat different light. Hitherto she thought of his ways as what was absolutely necessary for gentlemen who desired to move in the best society. She has always known that he kept fast horses, was constant at races, now and then "enters" a horse, or bets on some favorite in the "course." He belongs to a club—to several, perhaps—is often absent at club dinners and excursions— well, why not? He smokes the most expensive cigars, has costly collection of meerschaums, and his smoking room is gorgeously furnished. He spends large sums in the gratification of all his socalled cultivated tastes, and seldom stints himself in any of the gentlemanly pleasures which seem to him as reasonable indulgences.

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ovor their several expenses and see what retrenchment was needed, and together plan the best way of effecting all that is needed, they would strengthen each other's hands, encourage their hearts, and by such counsel secure that strength most to bo coveted, and ward off much pain and loss.

No one can fail to see the mischief that must follow tho thoughtless extravagance, which is said to bo on the increase. One feels despondent and heartsick at the sight of sorrow and want which they have not the power to relieve, while at tho same time the stores are crowded with the multitude spending their monov needlessly, just for the pleasurable excitement of "shopping," to use the timo hanging hoavy on their hands while waiting for tho ball, party, or opera.

If, just for an experiment, they would now and then take that wasted tune and money to help the worthy poor, to see what money can do to bring light to eyes faded with weeping, hope to tho despairing hoarts, they would soon learn how infinitely better it is to receive tho blessings of those ready to perish who thoy havo relieved, than anything possible to be found in their usual round of pleasure and amusements.

Mi:s. IIF.NKY WARD BEECHEK.

TAKEN AT HIS WORD.

Princo Bismarck is a great smoker, aud on one occasion, when about to light his cheroot, observed to a friend that "the value of a good cigar is best understood when it is the last you possess, and there is no chance of getting another." This reminds us of an anecdoto the late Judge Lochrane tised^ to tell on himself. "I was journeying," he sa'id, "between Augusta and Atlanta with Judge As I smoked one cigar after another I handed the mate, almost automatically, to my traveling companion, who put"the weeds I gave him into the upper pocket of his vest. When wo reached Stone Mountain I felt in my own pocket for a cigar, but none could be found. Tho desire to smoke growing by tho prohibition from exhaustion of the supply, provoked me to exclaim emphatically. 'I would givo five dollars for a cigar this very minute.' Judge pulled out the half dozen Victorias I had given him from timo to time, and said: 'Lochrane, you can take your pick of these at the sum named!' Anniston (Ala.) Hot Blast.

EFFECT OF THE DROUGHT.

"Let's see!" he said to a farmer whose wagon was loaded down with bags of potatoes, "weren't we talking together last August?" "I believe we were." "At that time you said corn was all burnt up." "Yes." "And potatoes were baking in the ground?" "Yes." "And that your district could not possibly expect more than half a crop." "I remember." "Well here you are with a wagon loaded down. Things didn't turn out eo badly after all, eh?" "Well, n-o," said the farmer as he rased his fingers through his hair, "but I tell you my geese suffered awfully for want "of a mud-hole to paddle in."—[Detroit Froa Press.

OCT AT SEA.

I know that 1 aiu djlns. mate so fetch the Bible here. Wliat's laid unopened In the chwt for 9ve and twenty year And bring alight along of tou. and read a bit to to me. Who haven't heard a word of It since Orst I came to sea. It's five and twenty year*, lad. since she went to her rest Who put that there old Bible in the bottom of my chest And well do I remember the words she says to me: "Now. don't forget to read it. Toiu. when you get out te sea.'

And I never thought about it, mate, for It clean slipped from my held: But wht!ii I came from that first voyage the dear old girl was dead. And the neighbors told me. while I stood as stUl as still can be. That she prayed for me and blessed me as sr.is just gone out to sea.

And then I shipped again, mate, and forgot the Bible there. For I never pave a thought te it a-salllng everywhere: But now that I am dying, you can raid a bit to me. I seems to think about It, now I'm ill aud down at sea.

And find a little prayer, lad. and say it up right loud, So that the Lord can hear It If It finds him in a crowd. I can scarce hear what you're saying lor the wind that howls to lee But the Lord'U hear above It all, for lie's been out at sea.

It's set in very dark, mate, and 1 think I'll say good night But stop—look there! why mate, why. Bill, the cabtn's turning Ught And the dear old mother's standing there as give the book to me! All right! I'm coming! Bill, good-by! my soul's going out to sea! —[Chambers' Journal.

A IiETECTIVE PLAYS CHIMNEYSWEEP.

How Officer Finn wns Extricated from a Very I'nplcaiiaiit Position. Mr. Finn is a member of the Brooklyn detective force. A few days ago he was detailed to work up a jewelry robbery on Second place. He soon got on the trail of the jewelry and followed it upstairs, down-stairs, and finally corralled the trail up a chimney. Most men would have halted here, for the chimney was dirty. Not so Mr. Finn. Ho girded up his loins and his trousers and "shinned," so to speak, up the chimney. Hero victory was his reward, for he found tho jewelry. There being no further use for tho chimney he proceeded to depart.

But he didn't proceed far. The lady of the house stood at the bottom of the chimney awaiting him, but still he tarried. And while he lingered word was brought that a telegraph lineman on the roof had been frightened almost out of his senses by a ghostly stream of sulphurous profanity which had welled up from the chimney. They adjourned to the roof, and though the tones were muffled, there was no mistaking their import. Then it was correctly surmised that Mr. Finn was stuck in the chimney, and was fain to depart. Now, there were two methods of getting him out. The linomen suggested that if a cork was stuck in tho neck of a bottlo, and you couldn't pull it out, you might punch it in with a pencil. Applying this principle on a larger scale, ho thought that if you took a long pole and poked it down th,o chimney and punched tho gentleman, you would dislodge him. Accordingly, a pole was hauled to the top of the house, and the lineman punched down the chimney. His first eifort missed, but the second effort was more successful, for there issued from the depths below a series of statements well calculated to shiver the law3 of Moses.

Then it was suggested that may be, if you couldn't push Mr. Finn out, you might pull him out. A man's servant, therefore, climbed up a little way in the chimney and took hold of Mr. Finn's leg. Anoth'er servant took hold of the first servant, and the lineman put his arm around the second servant's waist. It was suggested that the ladies, too, might be of use in this way, but the suggestion was received with soma degree of scorn, and, therefore, abandoned.

Subdued, but energetic remarks from above recalled to all tho necessity of prompt action. Then there was a long pull, a strong pull, and a pull all together, and, with a mighty crash, down came the first servant with Mr. Finn's left boot. It was carefully laid aside to bo sent to his family as a lasting relic if nothing moro was recovered.

Then all of a sudden it occurred to some ono to drop around to police headquarters and report tho state of affairs. This was done, and in ten minutes Ofiicer Fleischman arrived. He cast an eye up the chimney, sent a little pleasantry up to his brother officer, stepped on a box, and took hold of Mr. Finn's legs. Then he said he'd bring down ihe detective or the chimney. He pulled, and as it was a case of either Mr. Finn or the brickwork coming down, Mr. Finn came. But tho lineman had discreetly withdrawn. Mr. Finn then took the jewelry to headquarters and reported. Mr. Finn has been complimented on his devotion to duty.

THE CHAUTAUQUA SALUTE.

The Rev. Dr. John B. Vincent, who made an address at St. John's Methodist Church, says the Baltimore Sun, was one of the foremost in organizing tho Chautauqua society, and is now chancellor of the Chautauqua university. On being introduced by the pastor, tho Rev. Mr. Pearce, Dr. Vincent was greeted with a Chautauqua salute, which consisted of a general waving of handkerchiefs by the audience. The salute, ho stated, originattd on an occasion when a deaf speaker at Chautauqua was thus made to understand tho approbation of his audience, his deafness debarring him from hearing the usual applause.

A MOURNER.

He is gone who loved me only, gone to wear a robe of white and I'm sitting, sad and lonely, liy my cottage door to-night. In the wind his voice is calling, in the stars his

eyes

(J

I see, and tho dewdrops

softlv falling, bring a word from him to me. "O, that fatal night of anguish, when I saw him cold and dead like a flower I droop and languish, sighing for the absent tread. O, that night, so bleak and cheerless, can its memory never pass when my lover, bold and feerless. in his room blew out tho gas? —[Nebraska State Journal.

A BULLET FOR HER LOVE TROUBLES. Oxford Junction is a small town forty iniles north of Davenport, on the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul road. The town is just now greatly excited over a suicide occurring there this afternoon. Ben Cuslev and Charles A. Logan, two prominent voung men were rival suitors for the "hand of Elizabeth Waterson, seventeen years old. daughter of a well-known farmer. The two men met at the girl's home this morning, when a desperate encounter ensued, the victor to have the prize. Cusley was finally successful, driving his rival off at the point of a revolver. Logan was the favorite with the girl, and this afternoon eh# sent a bullet through k«r heart.

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HOLIDAY EGGS AND POULTRY.

Being

The Big Shipments Now Made to the Eastern Markets.

TERRE HAUTE LEADS THB COUNTRY.

Indiana is the Leading State and Terre Haute is the Chief Shipping Point.

As an Express man entered J. E. Sullivan's poultry house tho other day the question suggested itself, "which is tho largest poultry shipping state in the Union? "Indiana. I think,"' replied Manager Woolen. "Iowa sends a great quantity, and if any state oxceeds Indiana that state is Iowa. But I am confident that the Iloosier state leads. I have'nt any idea what the shipments amount to, but they are simply enormous." "Which city in Indiana do you think does the largest poultry packing business?" "It used to be that Indianapolis led. and taking her four houses sho may lead now, but Terro IIauto is about a stand-off for them now. I think that the two houses here do about as much as all four house together thero. Our house here does twice tho business of the one at Indianapolis,and if Mr. Joidan's is doing the same way, Terre Haute certainly equals if not exceeds Indianapolis in the amount of poultry packed aud shipped. Not much produce is com ing in now, but this is on account of the bad roads. The farmers are holding back for Christmas and New ears. W a handled a big amount of stuff before Tnanksgiving and sent it all direct to the New York market. "You would be surprised to see how the drought has affocted the turkeys. Thanksgiving turkeys weighed on an average of 8% or 0 pounds only, when they ought to havo weighed fully 10 pounds or over. About Christmas farmers will be bringing in the size of turkeys we ought to bo getting now. We get them weighing as high as twelvo and thirteen pounds but they are exception ally large. We can handle only choice grades for the hol'days and don't care to take anything out of this line.'"Is there much demand at present for eggs and poultry?" "Yes, the demand is good, and what surprises me is that prices are holding up as high as they were at Thanksgiv ing. The prices then were low, but everyone brought in their 6tuff with a rush just before Thanksgiving, and tho overflow kept prices down. Very, very few eggs are coming in now. and^wo'ro paving 10 cents for all we can get." •"•Where do all the eggs come from that are going into New York now?'' "They are taken out of cold storage. In tho summer when eggs are plentiful at

and 10 cents wo buy up all wo can get,

carefully

candle them, and ship

them to Indianapolis, where we havo a big store house. There they are packed in oats, and the temperature kept at about 40 degrees, not enough to freeze but to keep them thoroughly cooled. It is from these stocks that the egg demand is now being supplied. J. E. Sullivan had SIS,000 worth of eggs iu cold stor age at the beginning of cold weather. Averaging 0 cents a dozen for them would make a big number of eggs. A man can't conceive of such a number. "How aro these shipped?" "Either in cases or packed in straw. After taking them out of storage they are again carefully candled and then shipped. In Now York ico house eggs aro as high now as fresh ones wore at this time last year. They aro used for everything, the same as fresh ones. They don 't fry as well, for the-yolk is inclined to be softer. But then all dealers don pack their eggs in oats as we do. Some houses use a preparation of lime, while others pack them iu salt. But the oats are cooler and tho egg keeps better. "There are more eggs on the market now than during tho last twenty years, and it has come to bo that they are about as good holiday stock as turkeys. There^s more money in them and less risk. I'd rather havo eggs tho yoar round, for they never break in price outside of the spring season. Just now there is a big demand for them, and they aro pouring into New York."

The wide use to which an egg cau bo applied makes it always a desirable arti cle. During the holidays when vast mountains of cakes, custardsj etc., etc., are made, the whole country considers them a luxury. Christmas means that millions upon millions will be consumed. New Years, a synonym of egg nogg, means the samo thing. In tho big east era cities a long time is required to store up enough to satisfy the demand that comes as regularly as the holidays themselves. The groceryman in New \ork, says the Tribune, has to start early getting in his supply of eggs to meet the enormous demand from now till January 2. Inquiry at the various depots of the great trunk lines centring at this city shows that the receipts of eggs have aggregated many millions a w-eek for a month. Just how many will probably never bo known accurately, but in round numbers it is believed that 10,000,000 eggs a week are being received. Entire trains mado up of cars loaded with eggs are being run in from the West and Canada. A single train on tho Grand Trunk is reported to have passed Hamilton. Ont., composed of thirty-one cars with 200,000 eggs in each car. All of these cars did not come to this city, however. Some were switched off for Boston, while some ran down to Philadelphia but twelve carloads are expected at Hoboken to-day, coming over the tracks of the Delaware, Lackawana & Western road. Canada and Michigan are tho main sources of the egg supply of this city. These eggs retail in tho market for 20 and 25 cents a dozen. They are fine specimens of what an American or Canadian hen can do so late in the fall, but the Long Island egg has the call in the market over its western competitor. They, cost 30 cents a dozen, and in some-uptown markets 35. All "Long Island" eggs, though, were not laid on Long Island.

MAINE'S NORTHERN BOUNDARY, More than half of the area of Maine is north of the northern line of New Hampshire and Vermont. The northern part of the state is further north than Quebec. Moro than half of Maino is still an unsettled wilderness.