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HOPE OELL'3 STOCKING. . . . . i ! ''. t j : . i .. . j ,. , , i'A CHRISTMAS TORY.i

Just on tilde Mrs. Belli boarding bouse, three little maids, of five, and lix, and eeven,,wer .discussing the approaching w Christmas with ail the ardor of their jean. HVrt going- to kam a tree! exclaimed one of, the small damsels with an acoent of triuophv which was very aggravating to the other email d mit la who were not go .log, to bar a tree Bat Janey Kvena, the - widest of tha psrty, was equal to the' emerPoh.'trA ba 'a hundred tree.!' she returned with cool disdain which quite - quenched the triumphant assertion. Her 'i lotttri didft Stop to'queatioo the oterwhelming statement of a hundred Christmaa's in the lifetime of a seven year eld, j d Mi Janey bad th full benefit of a conqueror. , . ' ' U'sVoinMcA nicer, banging op your ttocking,' Janey proceeded, 'and to wake tip in the morning and find it crammed Xttll!' , Yes; but then there's the beautiful candien, and tie raunic, and the dancing!' put in the other again, valiantly. - But Janey was not to be routed from Iter petition, and away ahe went on the full tide of imagination, doKrÜbing such glories in stocking-hanging a quite dz . sled her auditors. Yet Janey was very -far from feeling all he nald, though she wouldn't have acknowledged it even to herself; for the beautiful candlos, the tnuio, and the dabciog had great charas fur Juncy. . Iiu't It a great deal nicer to bangup your atocking, MIn Hope?' she axked Alius Hell; confidentially, pursuing the vxt4 qieiioo half an huur after at the ?te table, v. 'A great deal nicer thstt what, Janey? 'Than (!liri mas tree!' and Janey looked up eugerly into Hope's face, for Min Hope' wan a futnous ally of hers. 'Well, I ued to like it better than any -iUnjr, though Christmas tree are very , ii icq Janey suwered Miss Hell, plcuasntly. Janey waa radiant, and only wuhed that Mary Franklin could have heard the 7 first purl of the sentence. 'Lall you hang up your locking, Mis ' ITopc?' the Ii at lo girl aaked with auiuialeJ . it.t-r(t, M? oh, I'm too old for that, Janey. I k, l arn't hung up ty stocking for a loog, lung liiue.' A che concluded thene words there seetiicd to steal int her lonrs a sad and

feutiul ai-iotif, winch even laiicy noticed. wiJ1l'1' Hope, 1 ui ur-74.tjull uIi laiiuiinl new at ine earnest com . iii'ucratiun l Ii liitlo girl dicplayed. I 'Hut I'm surr 1 urn. Janey; and then tiiiluJy wuuld lliink to put anything into uy stocking. Jt's only the little folks, . Iis you, dear, whoso stockings are rulu em be red Tli conversation had been carried on . In quite a low tone of voice; for Janey V Ute wa between Ihm mother Mis Hope, sind higher up tie table thctf wai a gay , kiniiifliiog talk, which covered everything else. Hut just round the corner, at Ali Ui'll'a riuh'.sat Mr. U'cymcr, and all at once Janey appealed tu hin. in a wuy that disclosed to Hope that alio hud an other listener than hr suisll companion. Janey, in glancing up el'irr that last remark ot Hope's had caught Mr. Wc)mar's eve sud an sinused smile which went sliding round his mouth; so he spa!ed to bitu foithwith: 'Mr Weymcrdo you think Miss llopo is too old to hang up her stockings. 'I don't know Miss Hope's sge Mr. . We'viner answered, a little mischievously. 'It is inoro than three times Janey's,' I lor answered, with a faint smile. 'Three times mine; and I'm seven!' Now for your multiplication (able, Janey ssid Mr. Wey m or, with his glim, wer of fun. Jsoey ran it over in her mind, with moving lips snd a knot in her brow, and presently broke out in triumph: 'Three times seven sre twenty one. Ob, but how much more, Miss Hope?' Hope laughed outright at this. 'Three more, Janey, now bow much does that make?' Twenty-four! almost shouted Janey In her excitement of success. Then in a moment Janey's bright countenance fell. Why, Miss Hope, you're pretty near aa old, as my mother! I beard auntJsne say the atber day that mamma was twenty six, and that is only two )eirs older taan twenty-tonr. , , lbpe blushed the lesst bit al Janey's solemn wsy, ou. saiu, smiling: . Well, that spoila ma for hanging my Stocking, doesn t it? fNo answered Janey, stoutly; 'nothing SPOIIS VOM. 'Mot even twenty-four years, eh?' Hope .. reiurneu, a irme mirmiuiiy. i can re member when twenty. four seemed verv old to mo, too, Janey,' she concluded, in a muring wsy, but still smiling. . 'And doaen't it now; Miss: Hope?' Yes, sometimes; perhaps it does now. ... Jsney . - Hope had forgotten for the last few sentences that there waa any other listener than Janey, for ahe spoke as she was often in the habit of speskiog with this little companion half to herself, as it were. Lilting her head, she caught the . keen gsse of Mr. Weyruer, and therybe wondered if Mr. Wevruer's next neighbor, Mr. Camden, had heard ber, and she blushed slightly ss she wondered. Hut she could not have told why she wondered, nor why she blushed. She did not osre whether Mr. Camden had heard ber conversation or not, yet it interested her to wonder about it.. And with these thoughts, which were half annoyance, she . was annoyed atill more by bia suddenly raising bis eyes and meeting bers fixed upon him. lie smiled pleasantly- and a suiilo on Harry Camden's lips t5 ccr-

.VOL. G,-N(V53.r tainlr ooef the 'pleasant "jtblnjra you could meet and, smiling, leaned forward a little and said something. It vu i very smsll something Just a word or two but it sounded gracious snd complimentary, as all his words to women did, and Hope felt pleased to bear it. Awhile after, she stood in the ball, giving some directions to a iemDt, and thinking, in a weary sort of wsy, of the bills she must mske oot for her mother that nigftt, when Harry Camden csme stepping slowly down the stairs, dressed for the opers, snd whistling absently the drirking song in Lucrrzia, while he leisurely pulled on a pearl-tinted glove. lie stopped at the foot of the stairs ss he saw Miss Hell, made a plcaaant remark or two, smiled that old smile of his, all the timo looking at her with the handsomest eyea she had ever seen, and then, with a good night, went out. Hope had noted his elegant attire quiet, yet perfect In style his tVoe air, and even the delicate perfume, so faint as scarcely to be perceptible, which hung about him as be stood there for that moment; and ahe smiled bitterly aa she went up to her room, and ssid to herself: 'What business have I to please myself, for a moment even, with tbst youth's graces? Wo live in two different worlds.' And then ahe sat down to hnr task of making out bills for her mother, while Mrs. Hell was busy at the same table over a basket of mending. Mrs Hell looked up ss llopo began her work, anJ noticing her weary face, ssid: ! wouldn't do those to night, Hope; you look tired.' 'Oh, it isn't that; I don't think I'm tired o!y a littlu out cf sorts, mother What put jou out r sorts. Hope?' Ob, somebody else's o leaves prove my thorns, 1 eiippose. Mrs. Hell kuew well enough whet Hope meunt; she was used to Hope's figires of speech when sho was a little- bitter. 'Hope she said, alter a minute's paune, I with you would apply for a school Now, mother; 1 have tnndo you think I am very unhappy and discontented by in black looks sud my grumbling speech. I'm only cross, that's all; snd ss for the rehuul in tho first place, I couldn't get one if I should try; and, in tha second plucc, 1 want to ti-y at home with you. Who's going to make out bill for you, itd go a shopping, and a hundred other thing, you dear little old lady, you?' Mrs. lt II smiled, but sho sighed, too. l'mcutl) slifl bt'gan again, in a graver utiil innre determined tone: 'Hope, 1 know you're a help to me, but it worries inn ull the time. 1 think every day, if I should die, hat's to bccoiuti of Hope what wVuhl she do? Now, don't turn it otf. luipc; wo ouht to look out for such iliinK""'if- t) " .1 - "T tT , - a . 'It til, mother, I iuivh mouni or !, to; snd wly couldn't I sUy on hoie with Aunt lluubuU or uut Nancy for a matron, if' 'Oh, Hope, it would never, never do. Vou're too )oung, uud too pretty, and in experienced Hope laughed, luintiy, 'xouog, ana pivtly, and ineipcrionced. Now, mother, I'm neither very young, nor pittty, nor ihcaieiiet.ced, and eveiy Year would rem edy thosQ defects, too. Hut don t let us talk ot it, mother. 1 call I go away ironi You whon you iioiid lue, if 1 could get a school, and it bieaks my heuit to hour you talk of d log Hope-a voice waa hysterical, and .Wis. Hll vhunged the suljcct as she noted the fact. Th Holls had never been very rich, but Ihoy had been what was called 'well ctl" bvtoie ,Mr. Hell dhd; wall off, and though neither autocratic our fashionable, iu a good poailioo. Hut after Mr. Helt a death it was found that there was very little lelt, when his business was settled up, for hi wife and daughter to live upon. Mrs. Hell was an energetic wumuu, with a grcut deal ol courage, so sho set about what he knew must bo, done, sooner or later opening a boarding bouse. This was when Hope waa only sixteen; and from that day to this, Hope had been her mother's depend en ce in all msnner of ways. Yet, in spite of this, Mrs. Hell would have boon glad to have had Hope in a school long ago; but Hope uever would consent to making an application, for besides being doubtful of success, she wouldn't leave her mother. It was a weariug life the more so, perhaps, thst both Hope and Mrs. Hell were proud, and sensitive, aud refined. II. Frond and sensitive and refiucd, Hope looked all that wben she went out the next day to do aome shopping. It wasn't fineries Hops was goir gto buy, but tablelinen, and other housekeeping articles for her mother. Aa she paro-ed down tho street Harry Camden met her, and lifted his hat to her with that oharmiug grace of bis and the pleasant smile. He wa always meeting her in this way, It was but that morning that ahe ceuie upon him in the parlor, and he hud kept her talking with him until Mrs. Kvaus appeared, lie had been psrticularly agreeable and genial iu that talk, and Hope had enjoyed it with- a pleasant seuse of flattery; aud then there had crossed her a vague doubt which thrilled her with mortification, aa Mrs. Kvans entered. For at that moment Mr. Camden ceased bis talk, and immediately addresaed himself to the latter lady, t wo or three -times thU same kind ofthing bad happened, or perhaps Hope wouldn't hae noticed it; but now it had begun to give ber a disagreeable auspicioo of Mr. Harry Camden. It looked as if he didu't care to be observed tete-a-tete with his landlady's daughter. And then, ten minutes sit er, felt ashamed of her suspicion, he was so suuve aud courteous. Altogether, perhaps Hope interested herself moro than was good for her in the ways of this bsndsome Harry Csmden. IS he wss by no meana in love with the young gentleman, but be had touched her imagination with, his grace and fine looka, and that air of a cavalier there was about him. Well, this morning she went about ber shopping ' with that glance of naouflorae iiarry a naunting ner now ana then, and making her a littlg less heedful

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of ber work in hand. It was near dinner time wben she had finished, and as she hurried out to catch her car at the next square' ahe 'was overtaken by tho storm which bad been impending for boars. It was a cold, driving rain, and she had no umbrella: A rails from home, one "car lost, and fifteen minutes before another. Here wss a predicsment. ' 'If I had only an umbrella I would not mind, but I shall ruin my bonnet she thought, despsringly. Hut at this juncture who should come round the corner but Mr. Camden and Mr. Weymcr? Handsome Harry bad bis arm linked in Mr. Weymer'a, and he was wslking under1 Mr. Weymer's umbrella, whilo he tarried his own cloned under his other arm. He atopped suddenly at siht of Hope. Out in thia rain, Misa Hellt How fortunate that I should meet you, for you have no umbrella, and you see I have an extra one, thanks to Weymer! Will you tske this?' and he handed his extra one to ber, and bowing with his cavalier grace, turned to Weymer again. A queer look came into Hope's face at thia, and, glancing accidentally at Mr. Weymer, she saw her queer look reflected, as it were; and in tho next moment the latter gentleman had put his own umbrella into Hsrry's bands, and approaching her with sn 'Allow me Miss Uell?' And almost before ahe knew it he had her arm in his, and be was carrying her two or three troullcsoae little packsges, and holding the umbrella over her head. Hope gave a little laugh, which wis partly embarrassment aod partly amusement, and Mr. Weymcr met it with a smile which brightened his grave face wonderfully. She had atwaya liked Mr. Weymcr, but had never quite understood him., She bad thought him a gentleman certainly, but one who has a little wanting in affability and grucioUMicss. And tho contrast between him and Harry Camden just now was cutiou, if nothing more. And how his fuce had lighted at her laugh! Something possessed Hope I think it must have been her good angel, though she did not know it to follow up this laugh with a flow of her cuaicst, happiest talk. Mr. Weymer, lo her astonishment, met her moro than half way in this attempt. Ho was so genial and pleasant that Hope was astonished, and sho forgot her ahyuess and pride enough to say piyly, as they approached her home: 'Why, Mr. Weymer, I think I never got aequuiutvd wich you before lo-d.iy And he answered, quickly: It wasu't my fiiult, Miss Hell. Hope blushed, for ahe know how she had always looked the other siao of Mr. Weymer when handsome Harry sat there, and it mortified ber a Ulli to hiik of it now. Hut Hope was urcutly puzxlcd at Huray Lutnuun a demeanor. MiorUy uPer clue street encounter she suddenly si e nod to huvo become more valuable iu his eyes, and he treated her with much more t lrtmHt. One day the sccrot cume out. I won't let itooiuo out here, but wuit until llopo find outhnt was In her stockings Christmas morning. Only four weeks to that Christmas morning, and Janey talked every day about it, and quoted Miss llopo ot every turn. 'And you must bo sure and hang up your atocking, Miss Hope, for I am going to put something iu it iho ssid, with a groat air of mystery, one night at tho table. And to satisfy ber, llopo promised, laughing as ahe caught Mr. V eymer'a eye, and asking mischievously: You'ro suro you don't think I'm too old, Janey?' No, indeed! la she, Mr., Wcytuor?' Hut Mr. Weymer only imilod, yet his eyea looked at Hope aa if he might huvo paid hor a compliment, if it wss in his way lo pay compliments; and llopo bluthed at the look mote than ahe would at uuy words. Hope waa getting bettor acquainted with Mr. Weymer every day now, and sho found him the kindest of friends; and cottainly not wauling, as ahe hud thought, in afla biiity or graciousuess, though ho was not auett an tkgant aa Harry Camden. Harry Cumden, you sue, slill held Uopo's fancy iu a meusuie; for Hope was imaginative, and he looked so like a hero she oouldu't givo up tho idea that ho must be one. Twenty-four years old, and not inexperienced sho thought herself, yet Hope was making some strange mistakes. Mrs. Hell had never got over that 'worry' about Hope's futuro, though she didu't speak of it again. It was elwaa in her mind what would become of ber daughter if she would becomo awcy. And between this worry, and that other worry of pleasing twenty eliflVrent people, the poor lady actually got sick at last of a lever. Hope como down stairs the morning her mother gave out with a heart as heavy as lend, and a luce tbat betrayed her heart. Harry Camden met her with his gracious speeches, and never noticed her depression And when she told him thst her mother was sick, with that low, stifled tone of apprehension, hsndsome Harry was very sorry, very sorry indeed, and he said so two or three times in the nicest phruses imaginable; but somehow he seemed sn eudiess way off to Hope then, and his nice phrases made her impatient. And then it waa, wlen she felt desolate and aching for some sympathetic word, that Mr. Weymer came up, uiifolding his morning paper with his grave face lull of scnou inquiry, earnestly: 'What is it what is the matter, Miss Bell? . My mother is sick Three little words audly and very quietly said; but Mr. Weymer knewsll they meant to Hope Hell. Ho too said,'l ana very sorry The same words that Mr. Camden had said, but his tooe and manner were ao near and cordial that she felt as if a hand had beeu stretched out to help her over this dark way. And it waa so. Through the three anxious, weary weeks of waiting and watching and working which followed, this grave, quiet man, who never made any show or fuss about any thing, waj of infinite teuico

T U T 1 0 N , A N D T II E LSF and cousolation to Hope. Always making her way easier in some msnner; always ready with advice, or sympathy, or assistance. t - 4I don't know that I should have doao without, Mr. Weymer ahe said, in a litilo burst of gratitude, one day, at tha end of the three weeks, when her mother began to mend. . . His face lighted. 'I am very glad , to have been of use to you, Miss Hell, but it is very little I have done i 'Oh, it waa everything to me; you have been a real friend, I can never thank you never.' Don't think of thanking me, Mis Hell. I Hut just hero, through tho foldingdoor, Mr. Camden appeared aud . Janey followed him. . ,; There wro t.io of emotion oti-Uopci face which Mr. Cumdeu did not fail to mark with au inquiring glance, and ti interruption might huve been awkward but for Janey's childish presence. Jaoey wax in the greatest stuto of excitement, for tomorrow was Christmas. 'Aud you'll hang up the stocking, won't you, Miss Hope?' alio cried out at she came runuiug iu after Mr Camden. . What's that about a stocking?' exclaimed Mr. Camden, glad of Jauoy's matter of-fact subject just at this motuont. 'Oh, dou't you know to-night is Christmas eve, and Mim Hope ha promised to hang up her atocking; haven't you, Mi.n Hope?' and Janey went on in a voluble clatter, winding up with: 'Oh, Mr, Camden, yon put something iu Miss Hope's stocking, won't you?' ludeud I will declared Mr. Camden, laughing, but lookiu at tho lady uj if ho meant it. Jatiiy di-l 'iot tk Mr. Weymer to put son.ellii.iQ ...ui .du Moll stocking, lor sho had a suspicion that Mr. Weymer thought Miss Hell was too old for that. 'Hut where shall I hang my stocking, Janey?' Misa Hell asked smilingly. 'Ott, on the door, Mus llopo thou you wou't know any thing about it until tomorrow moruiug. 1 alwuys lie awske, oh, ever so long! waiting'aud watching till mamma guts all out of pulieuco with mo '.Miss Hell laughed outright at tho thought of Janey's allowance lor her curiosity; but Janey was Unconsciously a truer prophet than Mis Hell had beeu aware, tor iu fpito of herself she lay awake a long, long time; and, lying awake, sho Could not help wondering it Mr. Ca in don lud been iu earnest when ho had said tho last thing to her. 'H! suro aud hung up your stocking, Miss Hoi)' And then she rcmou.bcrcd Mr. Weymer'a c truest eye btrnt upon her, when alio bi colored a littlu at Iii f nsd ahj wished as she layk,i;Nkjr uvcn-J over sgaiii, that sho hadnVlhut fooiiah habit of blushing at nothing: 'What would Mr. Weymer think?' What Mr. Weymer would think seemed to troublo llopo more than any thing that night. Hut alter a whilo Ii dropped aileep, and lost all hor troubles aud wcuriuei-a and ouiiosity. It wus a blessed aleep of rest aud peace after her three wress' anxiety, aud she awolte with a feeliugof childlike rulrcshuiüii. to hour the awi-et chimes from the old Cutholio tower 011 tho next street ringing in Iho Christmss morn so peaceful to her. Tlirco weeks ago hor soul had beeu in a tumult of four and anxiety; now tho fear was over. That dear mother was getting well. She thought of nothing clsu but this fur a while; thou, all at otico, Janey's udmoiiition to hang up her slocking, and Mr. Camden's reiteration of it flushed iuto her miud. She sprung up softly, hiughing, yet curious as Jsney herself, cautiously opeuiug her uoor, reuched out her hand for the stocking ahe hud hung to keep her promise. It wai a daiuty liule slocking and whito as drifted snow nut at all nu until teueptable for the daintiest gift, and very daiuty indeed was the pretty scarf she drew out first Janey's gilt she knew from the ilip oi paper pinned on it, where ou Janey had printed in round, childish letters: To my dour Mia Hope, Iroui her loving Janey." Hut there wss something eUe. Had Mr. Cam de ti really? Yes, it must be. Mowlyaho drew it forth a long and slender packago. Whatl yes, a chiming party fun, suou ss Hope miht huvo carried onco whou she was sixteen, for Hope hud got out of tho wsy ot parties since (hat lime. Thoy wcio too upensive affairs, even if her friends choao IS remember her, She sighed it little us she looked at this pietty toy whito snd pearl laid and pu fumed aud thought to horself, perhaps, that it would be pieusitnidoced such a thing; bait courso she shouldn't. Wait a moment, Hope; do not be tvo huty; you can not ten what you may net j. She laid tho Tun down, tmukinr. it wax very kind of Mr. C'amd -n, for sho knew it was from him by the curd lying in the bot torn of the box with 'Mr. Cumdeu'a compliments and a merry Christmas written on it. Very kind and very graceful ol him; but au odd thought stole i-ito hor mind, that Mr. Weymcr wouldi't have chosen such a gift for her. Sho lay thero thinking of this when hho saw there wm atill something else iu that little stocking. Mr. Camden wasn't content with hi complimeuu! Hut that isn't Mr, Camden's writing, and there is somothiig in tho note. Another Christmas gift! How fortunate she isl As she opens (his noto out rolls a ring an old fushionod ring of ruby and poarl.this U what tho uote tays about it: "This rinj was onco worn by my mother, aud her uame was Hope Hope Weymer. For some time I have washed, how ardeutljr I can scarcely tell that it might be worn again by ono who would be a oth. er Hopo Weymer. And with this wbh I send it to Hope Hell. Will ahe wear it?", : , Aa Hope read this note, there came in to her eyes a light auch as uever shone on sea or lau lor, before to-day, Ilona bad

OHCEMENT OF THE LAW S made the discovery that Mr. Weymer wss of u great denl more importance to her than she would have cared to own. With this light in her eyes, and turniug the beautilul old ring round snd round upon her finirer, sho foTirot all äböut Mr. Cam den and his gift. Hut ho was recalled a little later. She had stolen softly into her mother's room with her beautiful ring, and the story it told. 'Oh, Hope, this is too good to be true!' cried Mrs. Hell. 'I couldn't wish sny thing better for you; aed to think I waa so'aljaidall tho timo that you were thinking too much of Harry Camden's meaningless gallantries!' - A smile flashed over Hope's face. 'I am afraid I did think too much of hand-omo Hsrrv's irallaotrics. as yo call them; mother; but when i began to, know Mr, Weymer better, I began to see Harry Camden clearer I supposo by tho contrast. ' And I boirs.ii to see that Harry wis a ncro iu Lis looks tnan in nis nsiure, anu ft a . . that, like u great many vain young men, bo vulued persons a good deal at another's valuation. He dazsled and putzled me for a time, till I found this little . secret out; but af ter that' And here Hope laughed softly, and looked down upen the beautiful ring that shone upon her. finger. Mrs. Hell watched her as she went out, with a groat thanksgiving at her besrt. She shouldn't worry about Hope any more. Aud as Hope went out she met . Iiarry Cumden upou the itairs. and thanked him for bis gilt. How could she; with that beautilul ring upon hor finger? And then Janey came flying down. 'Oh, Mias Hope, how lovely of you' to give me such a doll?1' and with Jsney expatiating ujkmi ber doll, and a mutual expression of happy thanks, they went into the parlor together. And there llopo mot Weymcr. lis came forward a step or two, with au anxious look iu his eyes. Hut when she putout her hand to meet his Christmas greeting, and he saw the glimmer of his mother's ring, the anxious look gave place to such sudden joy that Mr. Camden could not fail to sea it. . He looked at the two a moment, and ssw it all tho ruby ring upou Hope's face. In thst momoiit they had forgotton him, but when Mr. Woymer recallod himself and relinquished llopo' hand, Mr, Camden was ready with a graceful, gracious speech of congratulation; aud as Hope listened to it, aud looked at the gracious, graceful per son (hough she felt kindly enough towsrd tho young man she was very grateful for tho power that bad enabled her to discover tho true hero, and atill uiori. grateful that this horo should (hooo hor out of all the world; for Hope, with the pretty exaggeration of love, thought the world must be all open to Mr. Weymer. 'Now, ain't you glad you hung up your stocking, Miss Hop?' Baked Janey, aa K hugged ber uow doll, and wati bed tho preparations for May Frauklin's Christmas tree across the way. 'Very glad, Janey,' answered Miss Hope, looking into Mr. 'WoyiueiTe face with an eloquent glance. Aud then tho old Cutholio tower sent out the merriest peal you ever heard, and Hope's heart thrilled with thankfulness again; and, altogether, it seemed to her tho most wouderlul Christmas that hud ever dawned. Quarreling. If anything in tho world will insko a man feel badly, except pinching hi finders in tho crack of a door, it is unquestionably a quarrel. Nu man ever fails to think lci of himself after it than before It degrades him in tho eyes of others, and what is worse, blunts his sensibilities on tho ono hand, and inccsses the power of pussiouato irritability on the other. The (ruth is, the moro pruoenbly and quietly we get on, tho better for our neighbors. Iu nine cases out of ton tho better courso, is, if a man cheats you, ecu so to deal with him; if ho is abusive, quit his company; and if ho stunders you, take care tu live so that nobody wilT believe him. No matter who ho is or how he minuses you, Iho wised way is to lot him alone; for there is nothing better than thin cool, culm sud quiet way of dealing with tho wrong wo met with. All About Dimples. Dimple aro perpetual smile of Natur tho very cuuuinest device and lurking place of lovo. Whon cunh is dimpled by hill aud valleys, it always seem to laugh; when the ocean is dimpled by tho breeze, it sparkles with joy beneath tho sunshine of licavon. We cannot look for frown on a diuihled face: frowns and dimples wiil not usaocinte together. How soft, how a roguish, how beautiful aro ihe dimples i ilwi II, mid ahouldcr. tho nrettv Ii iik aud feet of the rosy bub. Mothers doto nnn.i thoso darling dimple, and delight to kiss them. Hut perfectly enchanting dimplt 8, ut loat to the eye of au cnthui'u. tio young man, aro thoso which cn'ue peeping out of tho mouth of 'sweet seventeen when sweet seveuteen esay some arch, provoking sully, peeping out and flying away the moment after, coming and going with tho moat bewitching coquetry. An Ohio stumper, while making a speech, paused iu the midst of it, and exclaimed; "Now gentleman, what dj you think? Instantly a roan rote in tho assetu by, and with one eye partly closed, mod eJy replied: "I think, sir 1 do indeed sir I thiuk, if you and I were to stump the County together, we could tell more lies than any other two meu tho country a r; and I'd not say a word daring tho whole time, eirl" Portrait of Rismarck snd of Abraham Lincoln sell belter than those of any other distinguished men in Germany. If when two people are made one, according to the general belief, why doesn't the wedlock institution lessen the population. Isu't one less than two the world over?

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Whit American Girla say about Kisilng. The varied emotions excited by young J ladic in lending cities along the lioe from Boston to tit. Louis, as kisses are caught or stolen from their sweet lips sre express ed in something like the following manner A Hostoo girl says fwith the sssamptina of iudigstion) 'Sir, i declare such a liberty as that is beyond all bounds of propriety aod gentlemanly manner. I' she is stoppsd by another which isn't resisted very badly. The New Yotk girl says 'Indeed, Mr Drown, your conduct is a littld familiar, if not ardent, I've s mind to ask what.you Jake hslf me for?' The. reply of. Hrow ii i that he takes ber for something nice and sweet snd a sharp I rspid smacking ensues. The Huffalo girl says, with marked poslttvences of manner, . but witii. oualli marked . insincerity: wretch, thief, put, that right back, I wouldn't lose it for the world Sho not ouly dofit lose If, bargoti (as she wsrits.) - - 1 - - v - double principal and interest. The I'hili delphia girl says; . 'So you think that'a j dreadful smart; you wouldn't have dooe it ' if I l ad been looking, no, indeed, bul ahe makes it a point not to look. The Baltimore girl says: 'Repeat the insult if you dare, sir' exposes her face that it may be done easily and often. Tha Washington girl remarks: 'You've been and gone end dono it, have you; now cipher out bow much better you feel, and calculate when you'll get another chance Tho Chicago girl says: 'Confound your impudence, do you tske me for a New York? I'd bsve you to know there is a spice of danger in tbat little matter The only danger ah apprehend is that you won't cut and oome aguiu. Tho. Cincinnati girl says. 'Did you ever, no. I oover-you men are perfect monsters Affects tcsrs and indignation, but ia assuaged by a duplication of the old dose. Tho Louisville girl says: You've done it sure, and well. If there are any more of the same sort, please help ourscii. II you can stand it. J cant. i ue ueiroii gin ssyi: vjicn Jerusalem; what a naughty, funny man. Hotter you look out how you take one. two, four more, before me oot mother comos.' The St. Louis gii) ssys: 'Oh, go along with your nonsense; you ought to bo ashamed of yourself. You csn't do it agsio She exposes herself, and it ia done again soveral times. Hostoo Post. Th9 Sexes and Amuscmenti, It msy be laid down as a gencrsl rule that amusements which separate the sexes aro dangerous. I would not press the truth too narrowly end literally; but uo doublly it is a general truth that where woman seek their amusomonti io ono way by themselves, and men seek theirs in another way by thomselvcs, thore is in both ways a tendency to degeneration and temptation. Uod meant that man and woman should live, work, and, in all the functions of life civil, social, rsligioua artistio and intellectual co operate with each other; and their mutual relations are harmonising and balancing, end no where else more than io seeking and prosecution of amusements. I, believe that boys and girls should go to school to getber. Aa they ait together in the household, so I think they should sit together io our temples of learning. Colleges should Dot bo for all men or women, but the same building aod the tame professor, and should be provided for both in common. And aa it ia in everything else, ao it should be amusemouts. There is much greater liability to teuiptationand Immorality where ammo mcut i sought in the isolation or separation of seies. Therefore, all exhibitions of pictures, statutes, all provisions for publio rooroalion, all institutions for publio amusements should be such as lo enable the people to go in groupet and families. 1 do not think amusements con bo good generally, Ii a community in which a man I ashamed to take his whole family to them. If thero is anything you would not like your wife and children to participate in with you, the presumption is ihut it is wrong, and if there is anything you would like them to participato iu with you, the presumtion is that it la riht. And (his might bo made a rule of judgement far more widely than it is now. II. W. Horcher. IM. ..!-.? -I -... . Why ia an erg like a colt? Deoause it is not fit for use until it is broke. Why is rheumatism like a gluttou! He causo it attacks the point. Why is a lady dancing like a horse in a canter. Hecause she i gal-hopping, Why is exhileralion tike the consequence of breaking a rum bottle? He-

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1 folks Hl run empty? aus there M1 !,ot "K" F"80' " üat juiseet Spaniards were fly would denote that the defoatcd? Tho spsuish Why h Icttor H like a cure of deafneto.? Hecause it makes the ear hear. What part of a dog should be nam od to describo a certain condition of winter weather? It' nose. Why is a blush like a little girl? Hecause it becomes a woman. Why is cowaidly soldier like butter? Hecause he is euro to run at the first fire. ' Wbat ort of a tbroat is the best for a singer to resch the high notes with? A sour throat. What is the difference between your granary and your grauuy? One ia your corn bin, while the other is your born kin. A great deal of work, we are "told, has been performed in Chicago this year, in the wsy of raiting the streets to grade. At the present rate of progress it will not be many yean before the entire city will have been elevated some ten feet on an average above its original level. A daughter of Humphrey Marshall is writing a war novel.

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;: r .... t ' i .... ii c ) pea ti' If a clut-a ....:... It I Tro.Uei 'TertlMtntnU abaaJJ la all it paid tit In-adraDc. , " '" ' Uoleiiapri. -Urtlms b fst';J wisal zi. dln.adv, -tf ,j v pakllia4 aat'.l rdt'redoU aad t. -d Mwrdta;l. A Proposition to Obl.terata tha National V ' ' Dtbt' Some time ago. a proposition Ws rüde, bycrrtain capitalist to pay vif tht aalioual. -debt . by subscription: i-lfcat r; soon dropped. We Uve a better plan now. We propohe tb.t the. UmdrjuUera shall voluniarijy surrender iheir boricVxa the Covernmeut, and that a dsy 1e' ep. pointed when a ureal hnnS t.n t made with them in trut.t f theCap-dU Washington, or io the City 11,11 Fark, .New York, amid the crowd T ralr.ofa who rae the sacrifice. We have some Cfty thousand dollars iQ Central Park stock, did may be nearly a bubdred tbouVSad if. United Siaien-bi.uJ. which wa aiasiUir to devote to ikn oijct. , What a mr-oif. iceut spectacle Ibis woU bt.-!. We should nt' .Jo '; 'uH Vavi iha wM:j amoubt ii, few jftrÄ- throng redo.-e4 taxation. Such au instance of 4 bj vats 4 patrjulisiu would, be , wtbo'at a psraljel, snd lutuie ae lo all time would wonder and prui.e us. Tha would be immortal.', ty worth having. The remarkable parrf. otisiu aud self denial of IVter Hl.aiark Sweeney would bo eclipsed - Who will second our p opoaal? , Who , wij briag their bond and lay them 01 'the altar of their country for their country's 'göHt-l N. Y. Herald. 1 -' - -i 1 ,i' n'Lit ti Shirt. u A shrewd countryman; Fat in Iowa, the otberday, gawky uncouth and. Innocent appearance, tut, in reality, with- his eye teeth cut. Passing op Chatham Street, through the Jews quarter; ba 'was continually eneouuteied with, im porta unties to buy. , . ... . .. roiu almost every store soma one rnH ed out, in accordance with the nnoyitiir, custom of lhat street to seize" upon 'and try and force him to purchase.' Ab last one dirty looking fellow csunbl , hlm;, ty the arm, clsmorously urged him to becotna a customer. , 'Have you sny shiits?' inquire J 'tha countryman, with an innocent look. A splendid assortment, sir. : Kvery price, sir, and every style. Tha chespest in the street air 'Are they clesnr ' ' ' ' To be sure, sir. Step in : Then resumed the oountryiusn with perfect gravity, pot one on. for you Deed it- , , . iM The rgO of the shopkeepsr may bo luv sgined, ss the countryman, turning ' upon his bee', quietly pursued his wsy.' Ten Fotlies. . . , To think that (be more a man , cats I ha fatter and stronger be will become. To believe that the mure hours children atudy at school the faster they learn. ' To conclude tbat if exerrie id good for health, the more viont and axhwuaiiug it la, tha tuure good is dona. . t -,. - To imagine that every hour taken from sleep is an hour gained. ' ' ' To apt on the presumption' thai lbs) smallest room io the house i Urge eooMgb to sleep in. . , , r , - To argue that whatever remedy caoiot one to feel immediately better ia "good for" the system,' without regard to 'mora ulterior effects. ....,)., To commit an act which Is felt, lo itaelf to bo prejudicial, hoping that lOQiehow or other it may be done in your case with impunity. " ' ' '' To advise another to take 1 reme-f which you have not tried yourself, without making special inquiry , whether all the condition are alike. To eat without an appetite, or continue to est after It hat been satisfied, merely to gratify the taste. 1 To est a hearty supper for the plessure eipeiicnced during the brief time it is pAiiig down the throat, the expense of a whole night of disturbed sleep, aod a weary waking in tho morning. 1 ' ' m M 'rt How Mr. Lincoln la Honored Abroad One of the evidences of the high boaer and profound reverence with which tht memory of Lincoln is held abroad by lb people of France is showu by an incident which occurred to an Amoricau gentleman who waa paying a visit to Gusiar L)6re. Upon U'hering the gentleman iuto. bis studio, Lore pointed to Maffia IT pur trait of Mr. Lincoln. It wus fixed upon the venter of (he well in the place of bou or, and aurrouuded by fine works of art, the productions of Dora aud other men of geniu. "There," said the artist, ! have placed tho exquisitely engraved portrait of Iho greatest man in the country wber every oue who entere hero can see it and do him honor." Another geutleuteu, while visiting (he ailk factories at 'Lyons, was taken iuto the room by a Director, who showed him t h It same portrait, beau tilully reproduced iu silk, Ulliu hi guest, "This is tho fourth instance where wa have undertaken tho difficult task vt weaving a portrait of thi coatly fbijc. 1 he first was Washington, the second the Kmperor Napoleon; the third Alexander, ibe KuiptJi'or ot Ilm."!, aud the last, your great iiuvolu. .r leu DaT All? Two Dutch farmers lived close logainer, O.i morning 1 one of them heard hi neighbor balluoiug very loud, aud ran to hi asiLlauce.. 'Shou, vol i ler luatietV' ' Veil, deu say John, 'I vorh trying to climb dish abtöne vail top and I full dowu aud all de shtoue vail he eooro. down on ue. and mine ,arm Lh 'büs mi miue ribs iU all smashed up,' uut desd pig shio e isb 011 luipe bxJy,' Ich cauoot himself get out of trouble Ish dat al?' say J icobl 'ujf ' yoia bei loo 0 pig ruit a uoisv, 1 tt4 jou get into der draft!' A LL. D, recently ol4 a graduating 4'Ueuieüber tbat tha eyea 'vf the toor populi are upon you." ; u, ' Goodness ia erode sicording to its Uots tion, 'and attains charscter, object and worth by special cotubiuatioo.