Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 9, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 March 1880 — Page 10

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY, MAttCIl 3, 1880-SUPPLEMENT.

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It lun't 11 In bringing op; Let folk say what they will; " Ton silver wah a p-wtrr-cnp twill be pater ttill. ' E'en be of old, wise Salomon, Who said, "Train ap a child," . If I mistake not raised a bod. Cay, rattle-brained and wild. A man of mark who faia would pass For lord of tea and land. May hare tbe training of an a, Aid bring him np full and grand. Mar give bim all the wraith of lore Of college and of achool, Trt alter all make bira do more Tban just a decent tool. Another, raiaed by penary Upon her bitter bread. Whose read to knowledge is like that The good, for lleaven, must tread, Hai not a apark of nature'! light. He'll fan it to a flame, Till in ita burning leiten bright. The world may read hia name. If it were all in bringing np. In coaneel and restraint. Some raecals had been honeat men I'd been myself a eaint. Ob! tisa't all in bringing np. Let folka say what they will; Neglect may dim a silver cup It will be silver Hill. NATHANIEL HOLT'S IDOL. BY OL1VK BELL. "1 am so tired!" The flute-like voice that uttered this pettish exclamation broke through the fragrant stillness of the autumnal evening, like ajarring chord in some exquisite melody, and Nathaniel llolt looked up from his paper with a slight frown on his bronzed, handsome face. He wu tired, very tired, after a day of hard labor on his mountain land, and had thrown himself into a ereat easy chair of hi mother's, on the south porch, for a mo ment a r-at: and he Could not understand h.-ar lha snrtker. a tall. BUDDle cirl with hands as white as milk, who parsed her tune in comparative idleness, could be tired. For Elsie Marian was not one given to unusual exertion, and generally managed to secure the good things of this world with as much ease as was possible or consistent with her position as dependent iiiece in the home of her mothers sister, Na thaniel Holt's aged mother, who timply ador ed the bright young girl wno baa Drougat sunshine into her old house, and whose help less orphanage covered many serious faults. At this moment .Isie was seated on a gar den stool, half hidden by the drooping boughs of a willow, laboriously attempting to twist tiny bunches of dogwood berries and autumn leaves into a wreath, her dead gold hair falling about a face as fair as anv lily that l-A 1 ?a 1 1 4- A 1 1 ' I - lllietl lis spoilers urow w iug opai j, mm no violet that ever blossomed in the cool tuft nt meadow trass bevond the willow copse was as blue as the modest eyes she lfted to Nathaniel Holt's trouMed face. He stood over her, his hands folded on his back, and hb broad, fcronzed brow flushed a litte with some sudden inward emotion. 'Elsie," he began, the brown eyes that she dared not meet searching the face that drooped beneath his gaze, ''what has tried you? 'Nothin 2." You were once a contented, happy girl, Elsie: what has changed you?'' Nothing," she spoke listlessly, yet a faint. sea shell Dink crept into the round, soft cheeks and up to the roots of golden hair. 'Yes, Elsie, something has changed you vou are the same and yet not the same. You have lost your blitheness, you do not come to me w ith kind words, as you once did, Elsie and charm all my cares away. Tell me why?" Nathaniel Holt sat down on the grass at his cousin's feet, and watched the color come and so in the face above him. lie was ternblv in earnest, this, sober, self-contained man of SO. for this young girl had been his idol for years. Alas! that he should one day own that he had forgotten his Creator in his blind w orship of the creature. "I am not changed." Elsie tried to steady her voice. 41 am the same to-day that I have been every day for years. You know I'm twenty, and I must try and be wo manly." "lias Lewis "Walton anything to do with the chance. Elsie? Elsie's face blushed crimson, yet she lauched merrily. "No. You are surely not jealous, Nath aniel?" It was Nathaniels turn to blush now, which he did to perfection. For answer, he drew the dogwood berries out of the little hands, and held the slender fingers in his own. I am not jealous, Elsie; but you do not seem contented of late you are always tired, you never run up the mountain-path to meet me, or take long rambles in the woodland, so as to be near me, as you once did. You see, I haye grown so used to your tender, watchful love, Elsie, it would be hard to give it up. And I have thought that vou had grown tired of me, and had crivpn TftUr love to Lewis "Walton, who &. . j v. . seems a more fittinz mate A divorced man Nathaniel," Elsie cried, lifting her eyebrows slightly, although her rheeks were dved with burning blushes and her lir trembled nervously. A divorced man," repeated Nathaniel, . lookinz her full in the full in the face; "yea. Elsie, there is danger of you forgetting me through him, for he is a more polished, more fascinating man; yet, klsie, dear, he is unstable as the wind, and not calculated to make anv woman haDDV. -Ilia divorced wife was a confirmed flirt," Elsie says, dreamily, drawing her hards awav from Nathaniel's strong clasp, aud gazing out at a scarlet rift in bank of orange clouds that overhung the western hills. 'Iiis wife was too good for him, Elsie. Take warninir and do not listen to his sophistries, for, believe me he is not worth a cood woman's esteem, "You must think me very impressible," broke out Elsie, whose conscience was not as it might have been; "when I gave my promise to be your wife, I meant to keep it.'' Nathaniel Holt drew the golden head down to his breast and breathed a silent prayer over it. For Elsie ws a woman, with a beautiful woman's love of the world's follies and adulation, and he knew enough of Lewis "Walton's character to know the arguments he would use, and that he would not be sparing of flattering speeches. 'iJememoer tills, X.iie, MB eay oiennj, what God hath joined together, let no man put asunder; and although the law has sepafwii Walton and his wife, in tbesignt of Jod she is his wjife still. There." Euie lifted her face suddenly, And held up her lips for a kiss, "that will do.

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- Nathaniel Holt kissed the lovely face, not once but many times, and years after those passionate kisses -were remembered w ith keenest pain. Elsie slipped away from him and ran into the house, and Nathaniel, silentlv. but not convinced, sat perfectly still and

tried to reason away his fears, with knitted brows. I After tVit life went on as usual at the Holt farm. Elsie was to become its mistress - - - I at Christmas, and her Aunt Eunice was very busy over the expected wedding. :he loved SlSlfZ HUU JXIVWUa O av nvau, naiv than. el, as the autumnal months drifted by, grew a trifle thoughtful, for Lewis Walton, who had Deen a summer guest in me neignborhood, 6tul lingered, and still called on Elsie, who tried to hide her growing fondness for his company. He was wealthy, indolent, and gifted with a persuasive tongue. Elsie loved ease, lacked firmness of principle and will, and although she imagined herself faithful to Nathaniel, her heart was slowly but surely being beguiled away from the true and steadfast love of an up right man. .... ... . .Nathaniel watched her with a brooding tenderness. He was so loyal himself, that he would indistinctively notice any wavering on Elsie's part, he thought, yet the eyes of love are often blinded by self-confidence, and when Elsie came to him and laid her golden head against lus arm, as she often did in the autumn gloaming, Nathaniel's happiness was too deep to be delusive, and ha would hold her to his breast, as if nothing could never wrest her from his faithful arms. Poor Elsie! Little did she know of the passionate depth and power of this strong man's love. His homage was hers by right, and she accepted it as some princess might the Ä;rvice of her vassal. She never thought how desolate that life would be if bereft of her love how barren of heue or happiness would be his . darkened luture, for if he erred in any sense it was in the strength and purity of the love he laid at her feet. The purple haze of Indian summer was lying on the hills. The sun sailed through the mist like a great ball of flame, and bil lows of dead brown leaves swept up the ravines, as -atnaniei noil iruageu aown the mountain path, his brown cheek flushed ... i i-- i - j i . j witn exercise ana ins eyes Kinuieu. witu love, as the old farmhouse with its many window-s stained with amber, and tall gables draped with scarlet runnern, came in view. His mother sat on the porch bathed in a rift of ruddy sunshine, but he looked in vain for Elsie Elsie who had promised to come up the mountain path to meet him. Something like a murmur of voices attracted his attention, and turning into a side path, he came upon Elsie and T ewis "Welton seated on a mossy log. witn tnoir laces turned from him. Walton's hunting jacket and gun lay on the ground, and Elsie's hat had fallen at her feet, while the fair glowing face was upturned to the hazy November sky, as if she dare not, yet longed to meet, the fire of the black eyes that seemed to read the innermost thoughts of her heart. Else Elie,"the soft persuasive voice was saying, "be wise, an i listen to me. l on uo not love Nathaniel llolt as women love tiie men they marry." "Nathaniel is so good, ano has been like a brother to me since mamma's death, mur mured Elsie, by way of protest, while Nathaniel stood as if rooted to the spot, his breath coming in thick hot grasps. That 8 just it, Elsie; you have mistaken you feelings. Instead of the love you should give him, you will reward his great love for he does love you deeply w ith a warm sisterly affection. Ahl Elsie, think in time I love you as I never loved before, and, Elsie, you love me," said Lewis Y alton, as he put his arm around her slender waist, and drew Elsie's happy face to his bosom, and covered the warm red lips with kisses Nathaniel Holt fled from the spot like a hunted deer. The veins on his temples stood out like whipcords, and dry, voiceless sobs broke from him, as he sank down on the mossy turf, and buried his face in the cedar spears that lay inch deep on the moist ground. Never again would the peace of an untroubled love be hia never again could he take Elsie Marian's fair, false face in his hands and kiss it with a lover's kisses. For 6he had wilfully given ud the pure honeat love of his guileless heart for the sinful love of a man who, in God's sight, if not ia the sight of men. was legally bound to another, Per haps he had been mistaken in Elsie, perhaps be had been mistaken in nunseii, dui mis ne knew, he had made an idol of her, and given her such love as no hnman being should lavish on a fellow creature, be they ever so Derfect. and God had seen the foolishness of his idolatrous love, and punished him sorely for it. After his passion of grief had spent itself. he arose and turned into the path that led homeward, feeling very much as if he had stood beside Elsie Marian's grave and saw her laid in it. Hi3 face had grown white and hard and stern in that short but bitter strugl ,rla and the brnwn even were f u 1 ol a errief t" : . . - . . , v? too deep for tears, lie grew faint and dizzy when he saw Elsie standing at the meadow gate alone, a beautiful bloom on her young face, and the light of her newly awakened love in her blue eyes. "Nathaniel, ' she speaks nervously, for her womanly instincts tell her something is wrong, ''what has happened; you are later "Just this. Elsie he takes her hands in his, and turns his set white face away from her "I have lost something out of my lite which I shall never, never own again, an untroubled mind; and, Elsie, dear, forgive me. if I have mistaken gratitude for love, and held you against your wilL Take the man of your choice, Elsie, and Heaven grant you may not find your happiness Uead sea fruit." "O, Nathaniel!" Elsie's tears are falling over the hard, brown hands: "I did not de serve your love I do not deserve your kind ness now.' Go!" he says gently, and Elsie slips past him to conquer the rush of feeling that threatened to overpower him. At length he felt strong enough to face his future, and went into the house with a look on his face that told his mother the hour she dreaded had. come. for. with the keen instincts of her sex, she had seen the result of Lewis Walton's atten tions to Elsie, and was more grieved than surprised when Ni-thaniel told his pitiful story. Elsie was married. The first snow had just whitened the earth when she left the Holt farm, the wife or Lie wis alton, a I eirunu pa nur uu uci strange dread in her heart, for some thoughts bad come to ner, in me eievenin 1 hour, that were neitner pleasant orennoounz, lor they taugnt ner mat ner me naa oeen a mistake, as far as stability oi ioenng ana purity of principle were concerned, for the

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dearer to her heart than the handsome face of her husband by her side, The winter days rolled on. News of Elsie Walton's triumphs came now and then to the quiet farm-house and stirred N athaniel Holt s heart with a touch of the old pain;

for he could not forget that all this beauty &n grace mignt nave Deen ma. uewis aiton might value it as a child prizes a beautiful toy; he would have idolized it as some devotee worships the beauty of his geddesa and for this feeling alone he felt the great treasure of Elsie's love had been denied him. . But a rumor was stirring the fashionable world that never reached the quiet old home stead. Men looked with pity on the lovely, trusting wife, women smiled and sneered be hind their fans, and still Elsie never dreamed aught of the shame and disgrace that was gathering around her. "When the news of her fickle husband's elopement with a dashing widow reached her, she threw -up her hands with a cry of despair Nathaniel, Nathaniel, my sin has found me out!" Three days later the dead body of her husband for a railroad aocideut had ended his career was carried Lome to her; and Elsie, broken and full of bitter remorse, fol lowed it to its last resting place: then turned her face to the quiet old home she had left a. bride but a few months before. Nathaniel asked no questions. The sad white facT. was dearer to him now than it had ever Itoen before. Hfl made, no outwarri sign of the love mat was burning within his breast, yet his care of her was wonderful; and he thanked God that through affliction. he had been shown the weakness or his idol, and that Elsie was but human, while his own heart had been purified in the fire of tribulation. More than a year after Lewis "Wal ton's death, we find them standing whel e we first saw them, under the old willoV, and Elsie is weaving a wreath of dogwood berries and autumn leaves. Her cheeks aie flushed, and a tender light fills the beautiful eyes. "Elsie athaniel imprisons the slendlT fingers you must let me speak. Give uie back the the lave 1 lost when vou became the wife of anothe-." "Nathaniel" Elsie's voice is full of con trition "I did not know mv own heart then." 'You know it now, Elsie; say, i3 it mine?'' 'Forever and forever, Nathaniel." And who will question his right to taike the golden head to his bosom, where we hope it may rest for many happy years to coioe. Losing and Living. I'orcTri r the sun is pouring it gutd On a kuii'lred World that beg ud lorrow; His wralu he equaodcr ou tutnuiits colli; Iii warmth on tbe Lome of waut and sorrow; To withhold Iiis larpeDrsg of precieon light 1 tc bury liiui in eternal night. To give Is tu lire. The flower hines do! for itself at all; lis joy is the joy it freely diffuses, (.if bcauiy and Laim it is prodigal, Aud it lives lu the litfht it frt-vly lo-. Nor choice for the ron bat (clor or doom. To exhale or smother, to wither or tUxiu. To deny Is to die. The seas lend silvery rays to the laud. The, Und Its sapphire trr.tiiiit tu the or. n; Th heart mm d blood to the br&iu of command. The brain to the heart it liKhtuiutc niotmu; And over and over we yield our breath. Till the mirror is dry and the iinnge deatb. To live Is to give. He in dead ha e band'ii not open wide, To help the need of a human brother; lie doubles the length ot his life-long rid-, W ho gives hi fortunate place to another; Aud a thousand million lives are bis Wim carries the world In his sympathies. lo deuy I to die. Home, II unhands aud Wive. Better than cold to a man is a cheerful wife. But he must do his part toward mak ins her cheerful. It is easy enough for a man to marry a cheerful women. The bride expectant, when she thought how happy she would be, never contemplated the picture oi a husband coming home cross as a bear, and goini; to bed without speaking to her; she had never thought of the long evenings when he wouldn't come at all; or his bringing some one home to dinner without warning or preparation; or his awful profanity over bo tri fling a matter as her little bills or expenses, She had no idea, in fact, there could be any. thing but happiness in married life, and she determined to be happy, and to distribute her happiness to those around her. It is not often her iault if she doesn t succeed. M en, as a rule, do not exert themselves to secure their wives happiness. They know that it requires a constant and great effort to possess property and be secure in its value in the midst of constant commercial cnanges. The cheerfulness, the haDDV. hopeful char i flr 1 acter which every woman displays at the beginning of marriage, is not so easily lost as a fortune; it requires but a small share. A word to the girls in the girls in this connection is in order: Beware of a man who doesn't know I enouirn anout cneeriumess to unaersianu iw value in daily life. Such men would improve the first opportunity to grind the cheerful noss out of his home, to frighten a sunbeam into a shadow, and then wonder what is the matter. Such is no better than no husband at all; and when you want a husband, go and find somebody who will at least g've you a chance to be happy far into the life beyond the honeymoon. A Mississippi Prodigy. Senatobia (Miss ) Express. Little Bobby, the infant son of Mr. R. H and Lou E. Harris, of Cold water, is the most remarkably intellectual and brilliant child that it has ever been our fortune to know, He is now but little over five years of age, and has never exhibited any abnormal con ditiens of health or physical growth; and with the exception of his remarkable menta activity, shows no pculiarities different from other children. He learned his letters when only 18 months old, by inquiring of his mother the names of the initial letters of chapters in the Bible as they were presented to him while she read from that sacred book. AVithout even the use of a primer or an alt phabet he was able, before he was two years old, to master the first reader. Before he had reached his third year he had read the second and thiid renders, and had made some advancement in arithmetic, showing a remarkable aptitude during the time in spelling and other branches of knowledge. "NY hile in his fourth year he read the fourth and fifth readers, learned a good part of the multiplication table, and spelled from Webster's common school dictionary almost any word given him. He is now five years old, and reads newspapers, and has considerable knowledge in general - information and current events. He is a modest, unassuming little boy, very courteous in manner, and gpeaks with remarkable precision and grammatical accuracy for one 0 young.

SOMETHING WO KT If IUVINC.

The Indicator A Godsend to Married Men The Latent and liest Invention. Miraculous inventions are the order of the day. Even Edison has been surpassed by a genius who has invented what is called a '-Married .Man s Indicator," It is a wonderully sensitive arrangement of the ordinary thermometer, in convenient pocket size, and ana is graded to a scale of cabalistic marks. wnicn snow the exact state of the domestic atmosphere at any hour of the night. The hard-worked and belated husband arrives home say about midnight. He takes out his "Indicator ' thrusts it into the keyhole and eaves it there a few seconds. Fulling it out quickly, he scans the dial by moonlight's fitful gleaming. If it marks "S. A." (sound asleep) the poor husband pulls off his boots noiselessly; uses his night-key with bated breath; gives the door a quick shove to keep it from creaking, steals tremblingly to bed, and when his dear little wifey wakes up about two seconds afterward and wants to know how long he has been home he is so sound asleep that Gabriel's trumpet couldn't "wake him. If the "indicator" scores "A. A. C. B. D. K. "W. T." (awake, awful cross, but does not know what time it is), the husband puts a few more grains of coffee in his mouth, opens the door boldl walks in with a slam-bang air, hits his foot intentionally against a chair, wants to know why the devil the chairs ain t kept out of the way, gets desperately mad on general principles, scares his wife clear out of her crossness and intended curtain lecture. reluses to let her get up and strike a match never did like a light at night no how, remarks gruffly in responje to a timid query that "it's about 25 minutes after 10," and then turns into bed with such an appar ently awful state of mind that the wife of his bosom is afraid to speak to him at which he is very sad, of course. 1 here are numerous other marks on the indicator, showing just where it will do to 'play the lodge dodge,' or the "sick friend," or "been standing on the corner talking with so and so for more than an hour," or "General or Honorable this or that from, you know where, was in town, and had to go away on the 2 o'clock train, and he insistod so strongly that the whole party stayed up to see him off, aiinougn u was a great oore, and we only aid it through courtesy." lut the most awfully awful of all the cab alistic signs on the dial is the one at the top, about two marks above boiling point. "When the weary husband comes home about 3 a. m., from the direction of the butcher shop, with a roll of meat held high in the air, so that every one he passes can not fail to see it, and sticks the "Indicator" in the key-hole, he is almost too weak to draw it out. With hair on end nc reads it bv the faint light streaming in upon him over the eastern hills, and sweat breaks out on his noble brow in drops as large as walnuts, as he sees the bulb of the Indicator jammed smack up against "K. 11. . 11. W. AI. V. .1. I. D." (red hot and still a heating and waiting for you just inside the door). The inventor of the inscrument says that when this terrible misfortune overtakes a man he feela that there is aothing left in this life worth living for, and appreciates the full force of those iK-jitiiinii lines: "This world i all a fleeting show, For man delusion giTen." He slings the meat out into the yard, and brakes himself for the coming frav, but says nothing, for nothing can be said, lie he ever so gifted a liar, his accomplishment is more tnan valueless. ISO lodge, no sick friend, no talking on the corner, no sitting up to see the general off, no swearing that he will never do it again in fact, nothing win avau. it is an aosoiuieiy inaeiensiDie case, lie is caught in flagrante delictu. Even the ghastly gaiety with which, two hours pre vious, no nadsaid to the boys that he "guessed he'd see it out now might as well be killed for a sheep as a lamb" and all vanished. The Indicator having told him the exact situation of things he knows just what to do, and that is nothing, but get into bed at once and wrap the drapery of his couch about him, pull the pillow oyer Lis ears and wait for his wife's breath to give out. It's awful while it lasts, but it has its use in relieving the unfortunate husband's mind of part of it load The Indicator is a great invention, and no family should be without one. For sale at all stores where they are kept. Love's Birthdays. Let os make a leap. 01 dear. In onr love, of mint a year, - And date it very faraway, On a bright, clear summer day, '.Vhen the heart was like a snn To Itself, and falsehood none; And the rosy lips a part Of the very loring heart, And the shining of the vyea Bot a sign to know it Ly; Vt hen my faults were all forgiven, And my life deserved of Heaven, Dearest, lot os reckon an. And love for all that long ago; Each absence connt a yer complete. And keep a birthday when we meet. The Mistaken Kindness of Philanthropic Father. Missouri Republican. A whifiiing wind sent it whirling and gyrating through the air, apparently through the open window in the upper story ol some ouuaing in me neignoornooa. 11 was aim. cult to tell what it was as it floated over head. It might be a handkerchief, a sheet of paper, a night cap, a lady's collar or any other light thing of that kind. At length it came down, and the reporter ran and put his foot on it to keep it trora being picked up by the wind and again whirled away. It proved to be a few sheets of paper, crumpled so that they stuck together, and the reporter, on smoothing them out, found them to be cover ed with writing, as follows: September 1, 187'J. "NVe have just moved into our new house, and this is a good time to start the diary that I have been so long contemplating. No one, I think, ever starts a diary except at some epoch, however tri fling. September 5. Our new house is just lovely, That is to say, it has a large recess front door, with no end of wide steps, where several couples can sit of an evening and not crowd each other. There is a crook in the street close by, and the street light over the way is thus brought behind an umbrageous tree, making everything light around, whilst our iront is throw n completely in the shade Lucy and Nellie and I have been comparing notes about this peculiarity, and we agree that it is more than satisfactory. September 6. What splending weather were are having and what delightful even ings we spend on the front stem! lhe dim, religious light make iiverythin so ooy, and Fred always sems to feel happiur out there than anywhere ele. But the moon will soon be a little troublesome by lighting up the scene too vividly. But no matter for that, if Ercd is here alone, as we can sit in

the recess, and the moon can not shine in

thereSeptember 17. How provoking! I was out shopping this afternoon, and when I got home I found the gas-fitter at work putting a nuge lantern in me recess 01 me aoorway. asked them what that was for, and they said papa had ordered it. I bounced him about it when he got home, and he said that he had noticed that we all sat out in front a good deal and thought he would make it as nice a3 he could for us. Poor, dear, innocent old papal He is so good and kind and always means so well. But then he knows so little about things. Of course. could not . explain to him why it was so undesirable to have so much light on the subject; but I suggested to him that our gas bills were already pretty large. But he replied that we could turn down the gas in the back parlor while we we were sitting out there, and that would make it all right. There is one comfort, however: we don't need to light the lantern, and we won't. September 20. .Last night Fred and Gus. and Harry were all here, and we were all out on the front steps having such a good time, when papa came home. With his hearty ways, there was of coarse a great hubub ot hand-shaking, welcoming, and all that sort of thing, which was the fashion, I suppose, when he was a youngster. By the way, it seems droll to think he was ever a youngster: but I suppose he was. When the performance was through with, papa exclaimed, in his bluff way, "Why bless me! wnat are you all sitting in the dark for, when it is so easy to have a light?" With that he ran and got a match, and in an in stant everything was in a blaze of glory, with what we girls nickname his ,4calcium light" The effect was just what any one but papa would have anticated. In the language of Scripture I think it Lj Scripture, or is it Tristam Shandy? nut 11 reaus, -Ana immediately mere was a great calm." In a few minute, when the silence was beginning to become painful. Fred suggested that we go in and have some music. 1 think that was what they call cutting the Gordian knot. We went in and in a few minutes all the rest followed after us. I watched my chance, and slipped and turned the calcium light off, thinking that perhaps we would all go out again. But it is sometimes difficult to take up the thread of anything just where it was broken off, and the evening was completely spoiled. September 24. Papa keeps on lighting his calcium every night whenever he sees any one sitting in front, just as if he were doing the kindest thing in the world, as no doubt he thinks he i. But good often comes out of evil, as I heard a preacher say once, and it baa turned out so in this case. The second night of papa's illumination I saw that Fred was growing restless, poor fellow: I knew just what was the matter with him, and I would have grown restless, too, if I had been a man, but we women have more control of ourselves. I tried to be as interesting as I could, but it was no use. Fred would not get interested, and di rectly he said, quite abruptly: "Let's go and get some ice cream." It was the same way the next night and the next, and last night we went on to the theater and to-morrow night we are going to a concert. I don't know that the calcium is as bad as I thought ii i 1. . . . . 11 was ana papa ounaea Detter tnan ne knew, unless he w as deeper than I evar gave him creaii lor. September 30. The evenings are now too cold to set out in front and Fred and I have got into euch a habit of going to theaters, concerts ana dances that 1 am seldom home of an evening. December 4. It is now moie than two months since I have written a line in mv diary. I am getting tired of it any way, and what with Fred being here every nignt and me oeing taicen up every aay planning things I don't get any time so here ss an end of the business. Too Much to 'Do. Macmillan's Magazine. Too much to do, besides its direct effect on the busy worker, exposes him to certain in conveniences apt to escape the notice of others. One of these is the effect produced on his memory. One leads a rusning life, who has to hurry from one thing to another and from one person to another without a moment's interval, can not have a vivid re membrance ot many things that happen in his experience. He is necessarily liable to lorget, in a way that another can not under stand. Many a business physician has found himseli at times in serious trouble from this cause. He has made a promise to a patient, but before the promise was hardened in his i w ww memory, some exciting case nas numed h;m away, obliterated the impression, and the promise has been forgotten. Authors' mem ories have been known from a similar cause to play them strange tricks. We know an author who was engaged in writing a book amid many other absorbing occupations. For some weeks the book had to be laid aside. When leisure came, he resumed it, as he thought, at the point where he had broken it off, and got through a considerable chap ter, wnen to nis mingled amazement, he found in his drawer another manuscript, almost precisely similar, the existence of which he had quite forgotten, So strange and incredible are these tricks of memory. that sometimes the most honest of men, if examined in a court of justice, would hardly be believed. The non mi ricordo would hardly be accepted by these who have had little experience of the difficulty of carrying in the memory impressions which have not had time to photograph themselves on its tablets, or have been blurred by other impressions following too quickly. Speak Softly. Speak softly, gently ever! There is uo wiser part; Tor harsh words pierce like steel The yearning, loving heart. As genu reflect in brightness Kvery flitting beam. Let words reflect in kindness Love's sonny, love-lit gleam. Speak softly, gentle ever; There is not better plau For angry words can never EflVct what kind ones can. For, obt a soft word spoken May move a stubborn, sbtil, That still would prove defiant Should words oi thunder roll. ipeak softly, geutly ever! Words breathing naught mt love And soon our blighted Eden Will bloom aa realms above For faith and fond Sectio Id true-love knot eutwiued. With Briuvr cords than tempered steel ack happy heart can bibd. Courage is always the greatest when blended with meekness. And never do J the human soul appear go strong as when it iorgjes revenge and dares to forgive an in jury.

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Especially the Girls. rChitago Interior. Six-year-old Johnny had been using bad language on the playground. ThTe ieacher detained him after school, and spoke to him Of the wickedness of such talk. He listened a while in silence, and then looked straight in his teacher's eyes and made answer: Why, you say My stars!' and O, mercy!' and 1 don t think what I said was very much worse than that." The teacher stood buked. abashed, confounded. TTero waa she standing in position of teacher, and actually teaching the boys under her care to do wronp. She was a nhridtUn follower of Him who said. "Let vmir communication be yea, yea; nay, nay; for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil;" yet she was actually using the "more" herself, and leading her pupils deeper into the evil than thev mirht otherwise trn Th boy's words opened her eyes to see that ih was one 01 taose wnom the Master said. Woe unto that man bv whom the offene cometh," for she, by her example was causing this little one to offend against the third vommanament. ai was a new revelation to her. It caused her. in some derre. at lat to realize the fulfillment of Burns' wish, "O wad some power the giftie gie at To see oarsels as ithers see us.' She saw herself through the bov's pvas now and though the sight was rather humbling, yet it had the effect which the Doet nredicted it freed her from this error. Rather, it showed the tendency of this habit cf using unmeaning expletives, and led her to resolve, with God's help, never again in this way to lead one of the little ones to offend. There are many others who indulge this habit of "half-swearing." as a recent writer calls it. Would that they. too. mip-ht seethe evil and purify their speech. Yesterday afternoon the writer SDent in the mmranr of nearly a dozen educated Christian ladies ladies, not char-women. Christians, not unbelievers, educated, not those who knew no better and in that circle the ear was nam od every few minutes by the sound of an exSression noi mucn Detter tnan swearing, ohnnie and many other Johnnies being the judsre. Some of these ladies were mothers. Will they, wish, by and by, to hear profanity irom the Uds of their cherished sons, and to have their rebuke stopped by the words, 'It isn't much worse tnan wnat you said :" "Not much worse.' There's a point which mothers and wives and sisters would do well to note. "Not much worse." How they came by the notion, or whether it is a true or a false one matters not just now; but it is a well known fact that all boydom including bearded boys as well feel that they have an undoubted right to go just a little farther in every slippery path than their sisters do. I've actually heard a gray haired professor in a theological seminary not a thousand miles from Ch o, seriously argue that any wrong act is worse in a woman than precisely the same act in a man. Such being the masculine opinion, would it not be well that we should be a little more pure in speech, a little less given to half-swearing, a little more chary of by-words and slang phrases than we expect them to be? i4Let your speech be always with graoe.' Phi. Kisses for the Million. The Peoria Call man unlike the Call man of our city is not ashamed to investigate this tender subject. He says: "The inventors of the osculatory art are popularly supposed to have been Adam and Eve; although it is barely possible that so subtle a science may have originated in a still higher order of beings, for, as the poet insinuates 'Unless the angels kiss, How dull mast be their bliss!' . Yet with theories of angelic, seraphic, or cherubic kissing we have naught to do. Plain human lipping is the fact before us which demands an inquiry into its causes and confluences. Kisses may be divided as follows, first, the kiss of courtesy, imprinted on the hand of some antiquated dame by the young elegant, who would fain become her residuary legatee. Next is the kiss of affection, by some authorities aptly termed the kiss of custom, this is placed sometimes on the lips, more often on the cheek, especially if papa is a chewer of tobacco or a consumer of whisky. Next is the kiss of tantalization; this is bestowed by girls upon each other in the presence of young men, and is almost universally denounced by unprejudiced observers as a wicked waste of raw material. Last in our list, but not least, is the kisa of love. Let us speak with bated breath. This, in its marvelous variations, is the key to all the secrets of life; the inspiration of poets, musicians and painters. Oh, when four lips join to take one purple pull, there flashes through two hearts a sensation before which the glory of champagne evaporates, and the deliciousness of deviled chicken is no more. But if the kiss of two 60uls meeting is a foretaste of immortality, what is the kiss at parting? Ah, what is is but the solemn sacred, solitary seal imprinted deeply on the tomb of hope by the angel of despair?" Be Warm Hearted. ; The Congregation alist. Don't let us get soured with life. It does not mend matters for us, and it makes us very disagreeable to others. If we have had misfortunes, we are not alone. The world is not all sunshine to anybody. We leve the fresh, light hearted laugh of a child. Why not keep it ourselves in after years. Does groaning ease any burdens? We love the hope and faith of children. Are we any better off if we have allowed them to slip from us? We love the ardor and natural enthusiasm of children. Are we any wiser if we have covered up all the impulse and warm feeling of our natui ea, so that the world knows only a cold, calm exterior? We know a woman who has lost all her property, though cnoe very rich, nearly all her friends by death, has her hands so cramped by rheumatism that she bas been unable to use them for years, and yet she is full of sunshine, and thanks God every day for the great enjoyment she finds in life. We know another who, in the midst of luxury, wishe she had not been bora, and some others almost w uh she had not Not least of all shall we have to give account in the judgment as to what manner of spirit we havo possessed. A leading English reviewer comroend these lines of E. C. Stedman's: "Sweetheart, nan e the day for m ' When we two hall wedded be ; BT he-it ere another moon. While the meadows are in tbn And the t !-! are btouisg And the robins aiats and ug. Wbtaper, :v, and kii. the 4j la tb.it mmi laaikof klai."