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CHAPTER XX.

The mqon rose, and the night air was cool and delicious. It was past midnight, and the party traveled rapidly along the even surface, unimpeded by the tan pled vegetation that iv had retarded them in some portions of their journey. There was no wind and not a cloud upon the sky, in which the stars shone with extraordinary brightness, although those near the moon was nearly eclipsed bv her extreme light. There was a silvery glow upon the wild desert that gave an indescribable beauty to the scene the rocks that rose ab ruptly from the sandv plain appeared to assume the forms of monsters, as in the indistinct haze of distance.

The night passed away, and the moon grew pale as the iirst streaks of dawn appeared in the east. Quickly the stars disappeared, and the planet Venus. lately so brilliant, faintly glimmered as the last of the bright host, and then vanished from view as the gorgeous orb of gold rose suddenly from the horizon of desert, and glowed all mighty upon the sterile scene. It was the horror of sunrise. For fourteen hours they had marched without a rest, as it was necessary to push on with the greatest rapidity at the early part of the journey, that the ox might carry the water and knapsacks as far as possible before it' should become exhausted from thirst, when it would be necessary to kill it.

For some time they had seen a lofty rocky mountain in the distance .among a chain of lower hills they determined to push on for the higher ground.in which they might discover some rock that wouid shelter them from the burning sun. For nearly four hours thev marched, until they -at length reached an overhanging rock in a rugged pass, lira ugh which the dry bed of abroad torrent formed a stony road. Here, tirec": and thirsty, the parly rested.

The whole party lay down and slept. They woke at about p. m., and immediately prepared to start: but all were footsore, as ttiey had inarched about forty-eight miles, and the ox was suffering from extreme thirst. Ned commenced loading the tired animal. With Tim's assistance he st rapped on the knapsacks, and then he went to the spot where they had laid the water skins in the shade." Horror of horrors they were empty it wouid be impossible to desenbe the chock that this terrible si»ht produced upon the whole party. The skins were literally torn to pieces by the horns of the ox The thirsty animal had seen Tim sprinkle water

from the skins upon the dry straw during their sleep it had risen, and, discovering the water, it had attempted to drink by tearing open the leather sacks with its horns. Every drop had immediately disappeared in the sand. Not even the •ox had procured a mouthful it could only lick the damp sand and the -empty water skins.

Both Ned and Tim had a small supply in the skins which they carried on their backs the guide had none, as he had depended upon those carried by the ox. They had at least seventy miles of desert before them. Ned and Tim looked at each other, but neither dared to utter a word the future appeared certain and too horrible to think of. They agreed to put the small quantity of water that remained into Ned's water skin, as that of Tim leaked slightl v. and the evaporation from one skin would be less than from two.

The guide appeared stupefied with pain, but he pointed with, his lance in the direction that they were to take, and he declared that they would arrive at a river upon which was a village aud trading depot of Arabs from Zanzibar, but ir, was two days' fair marching distant Ned to.)k thy bearing with his compass, and with heavy hearts thev pushed on. For some minutes they had sat upon a rock to observe the count rv. they nw would have started, but the guide could not rise from the grouud: his arm was swollen to the size of a man's thigh, and he cornplained of giddiness and total paralysis of the lower limbs. ''The arrow was poisoned." he faintly uttered: "i nnjst. die. thirst: give me water:" "Don't givede water, Massa Ned," said Tim: "de pison kill him quick. What, for give de water? Water or no water, de pison kill him. Save de water for God's sake. Mass a Ned or we all die!"

It was a painful trial, but Ned felt that Tim's ad vice was just: the unfortunate guide was doomed, as the poison of the arrow had become thorouglv abs lrbed into the system. He was already delirious, and. raging with a burning thirst. In raved for water. His sufferings were pitiable, and Ned felt half inclined to share the iast. small portion with him, when the guide suddenly seized his lance that lay by his side and drove it deei into the throat thai was standing bj him. As the animal fell to the blow, pierced to the heart, the dying guiac felt upon it. and glueing his parched lips to the wound from which the blood spouted, he drauk tnadl.y his last draught.

Although each moment was precious. as delay added to their thirst,

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ful thirst aud scarcely feel teet.

Ned could not leave the guide alone Although dying of thirst, he would to die upon the desert. For about three hourse he remained to witness the agonies of tho miserable man, who, as the poison wreaked its fatal work, swelled in all his limbs, and in his body until he appeared to be inflated. At last the throat swelled also to such an extent that after a

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lew convulsive struggles for breath, he stretched himself out and lay upon the burning sand a corpse.

Both Ned and Tim were horrorstryck they were themselves in the agony of thirst: but no more than about a quart of water remained it had evaporated from the nearly empty water-skin. They pushed on down the mountain sideand reached the level ground.

The sun had sunlc. Onee more the air was cool, and although thirsty and fatigued, they freshened for their work and determined to accomplish the night's long march at as great speed as possible. They pushed on and marched until sunrise at the rate of four miles an hour, without drinking. The moon had been their friend, but once more she became pale, and the dreadful enemy again appeared—the sun.

They had walked about forty-eight miles from the spot where they had left the guide. The blue conical mountain appeared to be within fifteen miles of them once at the foot, they would find water, as the river flowed at its base. The sun rose hot as fire, and again the dreadful simoom blew, and they felt faint at the terrible heat. They both reeled with fatigue and thirst. Ned could support the latter no longer. During the cool night the water had not evaporated, but he knew that the simoom would dry up their scanty store within an hour. "Drink, Tim!'' said Ned: "we will each share the last drop, and, please 'God, we may then hold out till the end. but we must not halt or we are lost. Drink, my dear Tim, a full half, and leave the rest for me."

Tim was fearfully distressed from

skin from Ned's hands. For an instant he hesitated, as he gazed intently at his loved master, who was in a lamentable state of exhaustion he then eagerly pressed the mouth of the water-skin to his lips and appeared to drink. "Drink more, you have not had your share, and 1 will then finish it," said Ned.

Again Tim appeared to drink, after which he handed the water-skin to Ned, who ravenously finished it, devoutly exclaiming, "Thank God!" as the last drop gurgled down his throat. "Tank God, Massa Ned!" repeated Tim. as he watched Ned's refreshed countenance with a mingled expression of intense affection and agony.

Throwing the empty waterskin up I on his shoulder, Ned now led the way, followed by Tim. Thev could no longer walk fast: their feet were terribly swollen, and although they had thrown away their knapsacks and Ned had reserved nothing but his compass and chart, they could barely march at the rate of three miles an hour.

At length Tim staggered slowly up, and stopping suddenly he clasped

leather. "Go on, Massa Ned!" he said "leave Tim to die. 1 cant go any further. I going to die, Massa Ned!" "I'll uever leave you, Tim my true, mv faithful friend," said Ned, in an agony of despair, as he saw the unmistakable signs of death stealing across Tim's face. "We ll die together, if die we must. Oh, for one draught of water!" cried Ned, "one draught to save my or Tim's life!" A faint smile crossed I Tim's haggard face as he heard these words, and, looking at Ned, he said painfully, "Prav God forgive me, Massa Ned 1 told one lie I told one lie.

What lie,Tim said Ned "you have never told me a lie. Yes, Massa Ned p'rhaps God forgive me if you ask him. I told one lie about de water, and now I die. I told Massa Ned I drink my half—dat, one lie. I not touch one drop: 1 leave it for my dear Ned. Dat save him, p'raps, if go on quick and leave Tirn to die. God bless you, my dear Massa Ned Tim got no frens, only one poor nigger nobody cry for Tim. Let him die Go on, my dear Massa Ned 1 Go home see fader and moder de Miss Edit see all —all—all!"

Tim could speak no more. Ned wrung his hands in an agony of despair. Now, for the lirst time, he knew that heroic act of devotion in his brave and all suffering follower.

not drink his share of the scanty pittance, but he had practiced the too generous deception to save his master's life. "Oh, Tim, doar friend I too gooA^ too generous 1 how shall I forgive myself for this cried Ned that you should die that I might livoi

thirst, and he clutched the water- I withered desert. Oh! had that rain I descended one hour sooner !—but no: it would have condemned to longer life on earth one who was now in heaven.

Tim lagged many yards behind: several times Ned halted and waited for him. As he came up he reeled from side to side, and his tongue was hanging from his mouth parched and furred like a hare skin. Once more he lagged more than a hundred yards behiud. Again Ned waited he was himself also exhausted from a fright- wings, with the noise of a rocket in prostration he eon id its eagerness to be a sexton for the the ground with his dead. Manjr of these birds were circling in the air above the spot. while several were already perched upon the neighboring rocks waiting

his head with both his hands, and for their opportunity. A thrill of ieeling backward hefell heavily upon horror ran through Ned's veins. There was a deep crevice in a plateau of solid rock a few yards distant.

ground. Neu endeavored to raise

the him. "Tim! my dear Tim, for God's sake don't give in!" cried Ned "J am nearly done myself, but if we can I only march a few hours more we mav I yet be saved from this horrible death!"

Tim fainted, and lay for some minutes insensible. Ned thought he was dead. At length he recovered consciousness, but he could hardly articulatc.

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Bather let us" bbth din aswe have lived, together, and trust to God to bless us both hereafter U"

At these words, Tim ^convulsively raised himself upon his/elbows and, looking up to the burning sun with fixed eyeballs that never contracted before the blading light, he laughed wildly in delirium. For some minutes he uttered this frightful mirth, and then a change came over his face, Still looking fixedly at the sky, his features became placid and assumed an expression of intense happiness and peace. Smiling, as though tasting the joy that the next world alone could give, he said, "My God my God I see de water springs! Tank God Almighty Tim fell gently back upon the ground his souf was at the water springs, and Nod wept over the body of his beloved friend. A giddiness seized Ned's brain his tongue hung from his mouth, and he fell insensible by Tim's side. Had he not drunk that one long draught that Tim's devotion offered, he would have been the first victim to a death by thirst. There was a rumbling sound far distant in the air when Tim's last words spoke of the water springs. Again it sounded louder, and nearer than before, and from the southern horizon rose a cloud like that of Elijah, no bigger than a man's hand. Again the deep muttering sound vibrated through the desert, as distant thunder spoke to ears that could not hear. And now, from every point of the horizon, clouds arose, at first snow white, but rapidly increasing" in size and darkening in color until they became an inky black and the fierce sun himself was veiled. The lightning played incessantly the thunder roared and cracked enough to waken up the dead and the rain— that heaven sent torrent—poured like a water spout upon the famished earth and almost flooded the lately

For more than two hours the rain poured in an uninterrupted deluge. Cascades ot clear water fell rushing from the lately torrid rocks, and deep water courses filled with a muddy fluid, tore their" wild course along the sandy desert: the whole of the level ground was ankle deep in water. In this lay the bodies of Ned and Tim, side by side. Suddenly, as though awakened from a deep sleep. Ned sat up and stared wildly round him. The rain still poured, and the thunder burst heavily at intervals.

Rubbing his eyes, he exclaimed, "It is a dream!—where am I? I dreamt that Tim had died of thirst in the desert. Ha! here he is. Wake up, Tim, or we shall be drowned!" Saying which, Ned, half delirious from over-exhaustion and thirst, placed his lips to the flood that covered the ground and drank deeply. Taking a deep breath, as he slaked his thirst, he now turned toward his silent companion, and, taking one arm, he endeavored to arouse him. He dropped the arm as the fatal truth flashed upon him—the body was cold aud stiffened.

He heard a sudden noise—a rushing sound in. the air—and, looking up, he perceived a huge vulture descending from on high, with closed

Thither, as a labor of love, he carried with much difficulty, the rigid body, and gently lowered it within

the narrow vault. He then fetched rocked as large as he could lift these he placed across the crevice until he had effectually protected it with a pile of heavy fragments that would defy the attacks of vultures or wild animals.

Ned drank once more, and half filled his water-skin from a clear stream that spouted from a rock, and, slinging it upon his shoulder, lie took Tim's gun and ammunition in addition to his own. Thus loaded he took a last farewell of the fatal spot, and iu c^few words, as he stood by the grave, he offered up a heartfelt prayer for the dead and for guidance on his lonely way.

It was nearly sunset when he reached a grove of tall palm trees that grew in along line at the base of the mountaiu and extended as far as the eye could reach* Passing through these for about two hundred yards, he perceived a considei'able village upon a high rocky ridge, which looked down upon a roaring torrent now swollen by the rain. Without caring for his reception, Ned slowly ascended the rocky path and entered the village. To his astonishment he was met by a number of Arabs, instead of the natives to whom he had been accustomad. These people were engaged in storing elephants' tusks within a large shed that was constructed after a different fashion to the huts of the natives. Upon seeing Ned, they gathered around him and he, tired, hungry and dispirited, threw his two guns upon the ground, and then lay down exhausted at full length.

The Arabs were ivory and slavetraders belonging to Zanzibar. Many of their slaves had been purchased from the country in which Ned had so long been a captive thus as he spoke their lasguago, it was not tMicult to procure an interpreter. mwtft he shortly1discovered several pistole who had served the Arabs for tvme years, and therefore had a &tto*l«dge of Arabic. jS-.-re was*no further difficulty in

describing the adventure. Ned, having arrived among them with the first storm of ra'gi that had fallen for nearly twelve months, was regarded by-the natives with a superstitious reverence that was also shared by the Arabs the latter agreed that he should join their party and accompany them to, Zanzibar on their return.

Some months passed away in the Arab camp, during which their parties made long excursions in the interior, and returned laden with ivory together with many slaves. At leugth the long wished-for period arrived, and Ned, who had sadly missed and mourned for his faithful companion Tim, hailed the day of departure with joy, as the Arabs beat the drum, and assembled a body of five hundred porters to transport the tusks to Zanzibar. Long strings of*slaves of both sexes accompanied the march many were fastened by ropes from neck to neck, while others were fettered by the forked stick similar to that in which Ned had been secured when first captured.

In six weeks' march they reached Zanzibar without any incident worthy of notice, and having delivered the ivory, the captain of the party introduced Ned to his employer, who was a wealthy Parsee merchant from Bombay. This man not only received him kindly, but furnished him with clothes arid money, and promised to send him to Egypt on board one of his own vessels that would shortly proceed to Cosscir, on the Red Sea, Ned presented the captain of the trading party with his two guns as a return for the kindness he had received, and, when the day of departure arrived, he warmly thanked the Parsee merchant for his hospitality, and sailed on board a large Arab dow loaded with ivory and slaves for EJgypt.

The wind was favorable throughout the voyage, and without an accident of any kind they reached Cosseir. There they disembarked, and the cargo was transported on camels while the slaves marched on foot across the desert to Nile.

Upon arrival at the Nile, the slaves were divided among several largedecked vessels, upon one of which Ned was furnished with a cabin, and they sailed down the stream. They were detained at several large towns on the banks of the river, and especially at Cairo, at which place many of the slaves were disposed of at good prices: and, after a voyage of three weeks, the boats arrived at Alexandria, and Ned for the first time looked upon the blue waters of the Mediterranean. He felt almost at home, and having been kindlv received by the agent of the Parsee merchant, he was provided with a passage on board an English vessel that was about to sail.

After a voyage of six weeks the vessel passed the Lizard light and entered the Channel. They were in sight of the coast on the following day, with a light but favorable breeze, when they met a large fishiug smack, which they spoke, being anxious to obtain the earliest news from England. To Ned's delight she hailed from Falmouth, which would be his most favorable landing place therefore he took leave of the captain and crew of the vessel, with whom he had shared a most agreeable voyage, and going on board the smack, the sails tilled, and the two ships parted.

On the following day they sighted Falmouth, and once more Ned set his foot upon the soil of old England. s.

CHAPTER XXI.

Ned Grey happened to arrive at

Falmouth a few daj^s after Paul had bee" committed to prison by the magistrates on the original warrant for his apprehension thus he was lying in jail at that town to await his trial at. the sessions at the very time that Ned was unconsciously hurrying through on his way home.

The committal of Paul to prison had been'effected through the instrumentality of James Stevens, who had no sooner got rid of him from the rectory than he once more renewed his visits aud pressed his suit with Edith. With consummate hypocrisy he had persuaded her, and also Poily Grey, that he was forced to commit Paul on the warrant, but that, as the sessions were drawing near, he woijld shortly be tried and acquitted, as there could be no doubt of his iu nocence.

Although Edith felt no love for St sens. she had learned not to dislike him she had been so constantly talked to by her mother and impressed with the idea that he was really a worthy object of her a!ie _- tion. that she regarded him as a person whom it was not impossible that she might some day learn to love. Nevertheless, she lingered fondly upon the recollections of the past, when her heart had first known the feelings of real love. It was by pre tended sympathy for her early ai'ection for Ned Gray that Stevens had succeeded in winning her regard, and well aware of this influence, he appeared to delight in frequent allusions to the time when Ned and he served together on board the Sy~ biile, during which he declared that he had been his greatest friend.

It was the morning after Ned's arrival at Falmouth that Stevens, having slept at the rectory, was at breakfast with Mrs. Jones, Polly Grey and Edith. A fine young Newfoundland dog was sitting by her side, watching her face intently, in the hope that some morsel would fall to his' share. This dog had been given to her by Steveus on the pre vious day. (TO BE eoyi'mnEP)'

Tho Sultan's household numbers 6,000 persons.

Our West

OF A TENDERFOOT.

rn Letter—More Aboqt Geysersaud Paint Pots.

TIUIID LETTER.

GRAND CANYON, YELLOWSTONE PAKK. Sep. 12.

An eruption or in action of one of the large geysers is accompanied by a great noise, and the force shakes the earth for a considerable distance. About nine o'clock on the evening of the 8th the Castle went off. VVe were at the hotel a half, mile away, but could feel a shaking of the earth and distinctly hear its laboring, as it belched forth steam and water. Once or twice in the night I was awakened by the faithful exhibition of "Old" Faithful. One of the most beautiful, and cer- I tainly the strangest, of the hot springs is called "Turbine. Why this name I do not know. Its waters, like all these hot springs that are not as clear as crystal, is bf a pure emerald hue. The strange part of this pool is that away down in its I depths, from a huge cleft in the rock, I every moment flow large bubbles, clearly appearing to me like a spirit flame l'rom alcohol. They appeared to be the end of a flame from a tire deeper down. They percolated up through the water, making it boil as they approached and bursted at the surface. An attempt was made by safety matches to set tho water on fire where these bubbles escaped, but of course failed. Those of our party who were familiar with natural gas at once concluded that a gas well was on fire iu the depths beneath.

One can hardly imagine more utter desolation than this hot field. Upon every hand arc the white formations from these springs and geysers. The larger part of them have built up hills, some of them many leet highno few of them hundreds of feet high. These formations are sometimes of reddish and various other hues, but

are principally of white shale, reminding one most forcibly of the waste lime around a lime kiln, or of I chalk. One soon learns that, a white spot along the road or high up on I the mountain side has been the location at one time of a hot spring or geyser. Indeed, one soou con- I eludes (or at least speculates) that all this country, mountain and valley, may have been formed through the slow but sure means in operation everywhere.

At one or two points we found "paint pots. These are, indeed.in every way as strange as the heaving into the air of vast volumes of water, The prettiest of these paint pots is located away up on a hill, on an island iu the white gevser fields, at

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ntain Geyser Basin. It is several feet in diameter. Instead of boiling water here is to be found a mixture similar in appearance and consistencv to white lead boiling hot and which is emitting steam from many points on its surface with a noise like I one hears in the escape of the steam from a pot of boiling mush, This "paint" is not all white, however. Here in the same basin—and not six inches distaut probably is one orifice erupting a pink paint, auother a greenish colored paint, another a yellowish paint aud probably man3r others a I white paint. If one can explain the principle of boiling springs and geysers then a reason can easily be given for the paint pots. I was disposed to believe that they were expiring geysers, but I saw so manv extinct springs and geysers that had no appearance of having been paint pots that I concluded, as you may I do when you see them, that this might not be true, and positively! that did not know anything about: it. There is no rule that governs in

the location of these phenomena, Within an area of a hundred feet may be found an extinct geyser, an extinct spring, an extinct paint pot, a live boiling spring, an active paint pot and a very active geyser—all ou one little hill. One sometimes hears the noise of escaping steam from a vent no larger than a lead pencil. Again he can place his ear to a crack in the "formation" and hear the gurgling and rushing of activity below! One of the most beautiful springs in this basin is what is called Black Sand Basin, or spring. It is nearly GO feet across the top, vastly deep and beautifully colored. Another is Sunshine Lake, several yards across and is framed in a beautiful yellow. When the sun shines on "this pool it gives a most delightful reflection and is a joy to every beholder. These last named pools are situated at a considerable distance from the great geysers, in a somewhat inaccessible location, and are likely to be neglected by the average tourist. They are worth more than the labor required to pay them a visit. One will not be surprised to see geysers aud springs or their formations almost everywhere. They jet out from the hills, in the valleys, everywhere along the road. There are a few hot springs and paint pots at the thumb of Yellowstone Lake, and in fact there are boiling springs

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point. One reads that a person can fish in the lake and cook his trout in a hot spring without taking the fish off tho hook or moving from his tracks. This is absolutely true. I myself sat on the cone of a "boiling hot spring which was three-fourths surrounded by tho waters of the lake, and cast a fly for a trout. To close what I shall say at this time about the boiling wonders, the last voluntary inspection I made was of a mud ge.ser near the Yellowstone river, about ten miles from the Canyon Hotel. This geyser throws mud, dark and dank, instead of water or paint, and while it is strangd, as is this whole

region, requires no further alttentdcml at this time. One gets very tired of the odors of. these fields. There is that eternal smell of sulphur that follows one everywhere. You seem to. inhale it from your victuals, as you sleep, ev-« ervwherc. Besides this sulphurous odor there are undoubtedly other chemical properties that enter into and become a part of the steam you inhale. This is not to be understood to mean that the odor extends further than the fields, for as you leave. I them the air becomes as pure, if not purer, as any to be found anywhere,

As I have said, one enters this wonderland where only smaller geysers .. are to be found, gradually approaching the c!imax in the great field atS, I Upper Geyser Basin. There is a si sameness about the springs and g«eysers, though beautiful and wonderful, that tires a person. We laughed no little at our German fellow-tourist from Chicago, when he said, at

Fountain Geyser Basin, that "he did not want to see any more tam geysers unless they were three or four hundred feethiadi." Yet he expressed the sentiments of more than one of our party. Did we get tired? Yes. Wonder followed wonder, but wo were surfeited. Yet not one of the party would have missed the sights seen for five times the cost.

But more to follow. W. H. LELDT.

I The Fate of an Rinperial Family. Tudor Jcnks. in September St.. Nicholas. ,4

After the death of Napoleon, Marie Louise married again, and going to the Duchy of Parma, a little realm set apart for her, she lived there

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out much to remind her of the dethroned son who remained at Vienna with his granpt'ather. Losing also A her second husband, after the death I of the King of Rome. Marie Louis was married a third time: and there I a little to show that i-hejever recall her brief years of splender in Paris .?? as Empress of the French. sf

Now, King of Rome was king no longer. It had been the custom in addressing him to say, "Sire, your Ma'estv:" but on the day that his mother left Vienna, when entering S the room where the Emperor of Austria awaited him he was thcus announced: "His Highness, the Duke of Reichstadt."

Who is this new duke?" he demanded, and then he was no longer to be, even in name, the King of Rome. He had been award of the change his fortunes even before it was thus brutally forced upon nirn. "Any one can see I'm not a king." he had remarked "I haven't any pages now!"

Few as were the letters and messages between the father at St. Helena and the son at the Austrian I court, the boy could not forget that he was not born an Austrian noble, 'k

How could the son of Napolean the Great forget? All the history of the time was but his father's biography.

As soon as he was old enough, the little Duke learned the duties of military service and won his way by grees to the rank of-arc son of the greatest of warriors, military studies were his passion, and lie studied the father's campaigns vrith a son's devotion.

A Sad Memory.

Ob ca sro New f!.

They talked of home and family matters, baby's new clothes, papa's trip on the road and mamma's visit to her mother, while every one listI ened in a most interested manner,

No Chance for Joshua.

Chicago Tribune.

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The trend of the conversation showed that the wife and baby were not going to the depot with the happy father, as he declared it would be nonsense. But as the car neared Jefferson street, where he was to leave them, everyone wondered all to himself how they would part and whether he would kiss her in front of the crowd. They were not long in doubt. When Desplaines street was reached the drummer arose, caught his baby and kissing it good-by placed it beside its mother. He stooped down to kiss his wife, and the loving woman placed an arm around his neck as she said: "Now. you'll write often, won't you?" Just then a morose individual on the opposite side of the car. who had evidently been absorbed in a paper, glanced over the top of it and remarked in the driest of tones: "I lost a watch doin' that."

"I know he isn't handsome, Caroline." urged the mother, "but he is a worthy man and I wish you could look upon his suit with a little more favor, for your father's sake and mine, Joshua Thornbuckle once saved your father from bankruptcy.., And a friend in need is a friend indeed." "Yes, marama," answered Miss Caroline, listlessly, "But he isn't inkneed. He's bowlegged."

Two Kinds of Women.

Detroit Tribune.

See the woman. She carries a pail on her head. Is this a barbarous woman? She is a barbarous woman. Why is she barbarous? Because she carries a pail on her head.

See the woman. She carries a flower garden on her head. Is she a civilized woman. She is a civilized woman. Why is she civilized? Because she carries a flower garden on her head.

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Political Mote.

Washington Star.

The old gentlemen was doing his best to bo entertaining to Algernon, when his daughter remarked: "Excuse me, papa, but Algy and I are convinced that harmony would be promoted by the absence of thirds party interference.