Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 30, Number 49, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1885 — Page 7

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINF WEDNESDAY JANUARY 7 1885

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jnr DEFABTMENT CLEBK'S SOLILO eui.

BT EIWAKD P.. n. XVT.fg, I have been in the Government employ tine uxty-one when I wait but a bov: A greenoome lad who lacked experlenc true. The world and politics alike were new. Thea Civil War with ruthless withering hand ?ast it dread shadow on this fruitlul land. At Jmat that portion where the dos of war Were loosed and ravaged with insatiate xaaw. .And In my Innocence I heard the din, .Knfl drew my pay aud let the great world spin, hl'.e older heads man rnlne rjoke thna to me: "Keputlicans we are, so you must be." I bowed and silently I watchc-1 the fljht: The t'nion coDouered, and in Victory's light I taw. or thought I saw. the ha id of God in judguaeut swaying the avenging rod. -o wben the foe wai conquered and anbdnad. I fien waa my soul with anxious thoneht trained By ruy instructors, who with ardor keen VNained me of danger, lurking, unforseen. That threatened every woman, child or man, Whof e politics were not .Republican, And time rolled on with overcoming stride i n til Xoveabtr came and changed the tide. Then many and many a man lost many a hat, Taen many and many a man turned liemocrat, Aud so. I ask my conscience, "What am 1?" .My ofLce training bids me scorn to lie. I Co believe the way that I was tan cht To vot3 and think waa never what it ought "To be. and always gave me constant pain, Ana on aj nerves h&s been a mighty strain. nd now conviction atarea me In the face Thi.i old ldeaa are really out of place, -Kn l ever since the last election day My politics have leaned the other way. 'Tis I me 1 voted then stralzht out lor Blaine, Bat if I know myself I won't aeain, For after self-communion I say flat That at this writing I'm a Democrat. Washington Eepnbllc. Washington, Nov. 2S, HOW MR. MCHOLSOX MISLAID THE BABY. London Society .1 chaitee I. Mr. Nicholson was standing in a dubious attitude, Kith the study door half open, and fcer eyes turning from the quiet figure in the arm-chair by the table to another open door in the passage behind her, through which she could see a Good o! sunshine, and in the Bunshine a radle. "I don't feel quite easy," ahe said ; ''lam tso afraid ehe should cry and no one hear her. I w-lah I had not let nurse go oat ; but all yon fcave to do," coming into the room and speaking Ir.ipreasiyely; "all you have to do is to fing the bell violently violently remember r-for cook. Fur Heavena take, John," leaning on the table and stretching ont a pretty iand to attract her husband's attention. ''look up, or epeat, or answer me, or you Vrill drive me mad!" "What ia it all about, Agatha?" The calm, placid, intelligent face opposite as iiited gently, and the thin finger waa slipped pn to the page to mark a pause. ,:It is baby, John," said Mrs. Nicholson, Sil a faltering voice, and with idle, angry tears rolling down her checks, "lie re have 2, for the last ten minutes, been begging and imploring cf you to remember baby; not to nurse her. I wouldn't trust you, but Only to ring the bell if she cries." "Does that stop her? It Eeems simple CDCuph. I think even I can do that." lut Mrs. Nicholson shook her head, still You may laugh at me or sneer if you like. If it were my own baby I would eay nothing; I would bear it all; but Emmy's!" With a patient eich the gentleman at the writing table pushed the boot away and lost Lis place. Re looted at her in a bewildered way. "What is it, Agatha? a baby! O, lnmy'a taby, of course." "And not one-half, one-hundredth part, "one-thousandth part, as valuable in yoar yes," broke in Agatha, with impetuosity," &s the smallest, the most unknown, the most undiscovered, star! You need not tell me; X know iL" "Of course," frowning gently, "every one knows that a star, however small stars are not famous according to their size, my dear, ia of infinitely more value than one hair of a baby's head. I mean" hastily "speaking from the entirely scientific point of View; tut aa you were laying yuu were saySng, were yoa not" a little doubtfully "something about that unfortunate babe of Emmy's"" Mrs. Nicholson had dried her eyes, and was confronting him in all the cool splendor of her pretty summer dress, and with ail the calci determination of b woman who has rxatfe up her mind. "Yes. I was," ehe said; "only, once for all, John, if you call it a babe 1 will leave your ; iiouse at once and never, never come back; and if you call it unfortunate I shall take lhat hateful manuscript with me and barn it at the kitchen tire. If it were yours" vrith impassioned irony "it might indeed described as unfortunate; but Charles is the best cf fathers, and he has always been the best of husbands." "Yes, yea, of course, my dear. I said nothing against Charles; I did not know we were -.talking about him. We can aih him up to-night,-' cheerfully. "If this is all yoa had "(better go out now, while it ü fine," turning .his eje to the dazzling sunlight for an instant and then back: to his blotted page. You can tell me about Charles, yoa know, 'when you come in. The best of husbands! 1 don't know much about them, I fear, but I know a little about the best of wives." He rose and laid his baud on the long, a rf.ender. soft srrav clove that was leanin? "with determination on hia neat manuscript. u he gray glove closed around hia hand gently and clung to him almost aa if it were loth to leave the thin, worn fingers: but he patted it gently and laid it aside. Mrs. Nicholson k ?ave a faint sigh, but when she spoke aain I she spoke with lees decision and more pleading. ;f it is not manes, moeea it is not ; it ia me baby. Nurse has gone out, ud I have put

i her cradle in the morning room by the winlow. John," suddenly, "are you listening? I ) 'iVbat did I eay last?"'

"The morning room, Agatha," , "Well," with a sigh of relief, "I see you We takln; it in and forgetting those horrible stars; and how you can compare a star to a L-abv," parenthetically, "is past me." I "I am eure I never did," he said gently. f "Well, don't interrupt me. John, or I stall never get out. What was I saying ? Oh, baby lain the morning room, and if she cries make ore sour;' yoa are to rin? 3rour bell this bell, Jo'r.o for cook; do you understand?" y v Yea, I believe ao. I aai to ring the bell this cell for cook." "Oh, I hope yon will," afr a pause. Tancy," her ejee filling witi tn aain, If she cried, ana John; you will not r.o one hrd her! O, deceive :ce? You will -try and ring?" "My dear," speaking with some dignity, "furely I am not utterly destitute of coo saorx humanity or common sense. I have Interesting work here," pointing to the manuscript and the books of reference leaped about him; "bat I suppose, after all, 3 am human." U, I hope so, I think so," cried Agatha, dspingher hands; "only yoa might not Jiear ber, that waa all I meant." "Then I think," he said, with a gsntle earaitic smile, "that you may dismiss your ears; they are quite groundless." 'Very well," aaid Agatha, moving In a 'leeitating way to the door. "I am satisfied, I am trying to be satisfied; don't forget" "No.'' cheerfully, "I will take a leaf from

I " Charles' book, the beat of huabanda." I "Oh" the gray glove tad closed on the Ijbandli cf the door, but released it again "tb Paynters are coming to-night, so you reuat not go eat star gazing," "All right," obediently, "good bye," "trood-bye." The bright face, that had t jjxsn disappeared round U:s dw4 cauis

back again, and leaned against the worn velveteen cf the astronomer's doat; for a minute the lips were pressed to it, then lilted. ' Kits me, John; yoa are a dear old feüow after all, and I am a fieDd." The sunshine s?erred to hare the roam with the sweet, bright presence and hover over the pretty cradle, among the sounds and seen f 4 of the midsummer day. In the library there was only one shaft of light that came 'through the high window and fell across the old velveteen coat, and the tidy manuscripts, aud the open books, and left the handsome, clever, refined face In shadow. CHAPTES II It might have been two houra afterward painful after events created a confusion in Mr. Nicholson's mind, and the two hours might have been two dajs when he became aware cf a laueh in the passage by the door. HLs hand had grown tired with writing, bet the pen traveled eteadily on; bis eyes had grown a little tired; and. it was a great relief to ral?e them for a minute to the locked door, behind which he heard the laugh. He rose with a half smile on his grave fa:e and fpaused, struck by a sudden presentment. Something came back to him, as he stood in the dell light of the dull room; was It a dream or a memory, or was it the baby ? He pushed his papers hurriedly away and walked over to the door ana unlocked it, throwing it wide open. There was nothing in the passare but the yellow sunlight now upon the walls and on the old prints, and Mrs. Nicholson standing in her pretty gray dre&s, with her slim bands stretched out and the laugh that had disturbed him still upon her lips. In the room beyond there was more sun Ihht and the cradle. "John," cried Mrs. Nicholson, laughing again as if she could not help it, "what have you done with her? Giver her to me. You are earning your title to the beat of husbands!" He looked up in quick perplexity. "What bit, Agatha? What do jou want? I have nothing to give you." "Oh, don't, John!" she cried, impatiently; "don't tease! I want baby." "Weh" the Eanie perplexed look creep inc over his face, and softening its sternness "take her," stretching out his hand to the crsdie in the sunlight. Agatha's eyes were turned on him for a minute with a look of contempt before which he positively quailed. Then she swept over to the cradle, and tossed out the little pillow, and he sheets with their lace edces. and the pale-blue satin coverlet on ta the lit er in a soft heap, and stood looking down upon the empty cradle as if ehe would ccr j'.re ud the pink face and the faxen head ir6 -.heir accustomed places. Mr. Nicholson had followed heron tiptoe and was stirring the softly shining heap on the iioor with his patent leather shoes, as if he half imagined that she had tossed the baby ont amcng them. "Well?" said Agatha sharply. "Well?" he echoed feebly. 'Do you mean to say," she said, putting aside her angry vehemence and speaking tarfully, with her gray eyes turned up to his: "Oh, John, do you mean to say that you have lost her?" "I never touched her," he cried hastily, '"I never ," heard her, he would have added, but again that faint memory, that dream, stirred ,him. "Upon my honor, A jraha," he said abruptly, leaning down into the crad-'e, and poking at the mattress with his thin Jingers, 'cpoa my honor I cn't ren ember." "Yet you can't remember!" said Agatha, with 6low scorn. "Why, John, Bhe roared! Cook heard her in the kitchen. She came rushing up, and found the cradle empty and baby gone. She thought you had taken her in to the study; she tola roe so; but, oh, J. ihn, it was somebody else, aud they have stolen her." "My dear," he p-'d, ehakin himself together, and speaking more lightly, "who would steal her? a baby roaring, as you ray." He shuddered. "Why surely no one in his senses would do such a thing!" "Emmy's baby," cried Agatha taarfally, "and that is how yoa epeak of her; didn't yon hear her ? Perhaps you have forgotten perhaps yoa have put her somewhere and tie has gone to sleep. Sit down, John, and

think perhap" you have putner aomewner ard forgotten." Mr. Nicholscn sat down on the window pi'l and covered his face with his hands. He tried to think, but whenever he concentrated his mind on the baby he was dimly conscious of that fading fancy that he could not grasp that dream of a cry. It had disturbed him, he remembered, that loud, painful, jnrring cry, but it had died away; surely it had died into peace without nia interference? "Agatha," he said, lifting up his face sharpened with the eflect of thought, "I do remember something somebody cryir g: it must have been the babe." Yes," said Agatha eagerly, "go on : a ou heard her! That is right! Cook says you mutt have heard her, she roared so. Well, and then? You" "I I can't remember, Agatha. I may have gone on writing; that Beems the most likely, I think; but 1 may have gone to the door. No," shaking his head. "I can't get beyond the cry. I do remember that now distinctly." "Ferhsps." aaid Agatha hopefully, through her tears, "you have put her somewhere in the library. What have you been doiDgor U9ing this afternoon 7" Hr. Nicholson followed humbly as she swept in before him, and flung open the great curtains so that tne light rustiea in on to his table strewed with plans and manu scripts. Even then he spread oat his hands, almost unconsciously, io ueieuu uia precious papers from her light, Bcornful touch; bat she stood in the center of the room, looking into every corner with her quick, soft eyes, "What have yoa used. John this chair? You have not been to the cupboard? No," peeping into a dark recess, musty with papers. "What else?" .Nothing eise. Agaha, here, except," with a quick smile, "the waste-paper basket, and that la empty. You can see for yourwlf." "Ah," said Agatha, "here is cook," as a heavy breathing oecame audible in the passage. "Cook," her voic8 trembling at sight of the sympathetic face, "your master has not seen the baby at least, he thinks not. Be waa very busy, but he heard her cry, and he may have taken her up and forgotten. We are looking for her." "Which you won't never find her, theo," said cook, in a broken voice "In my last place but one. where I was general cleaner in Mrs. 'All's family, there was a child disappeared, as it might be this, and it was never found gypsies or not. It wae never come ncroes a?ain." "Oh don't, cook!" cried Agatha, plaintively. "And Emmy coming this evening! Your master thinks he niay have put her somewhere and forgotten. He remembers hearing her." "Which be might,' said cook, "not being deaf. Which I don't mean no disrespect, sir, but she was roaring awful, and I says to Mary, says I, 'Master!! never know 'ow to quiet that child, ao I'll run up and bring her down a bit;' and I stops to change my apron, and I ups, as it might be here, and the cradle, as it might be there, and no sound, and the cradle as empty as it ia this minute." Cook turned dramatically, and pointed one stout arm to the little cradle in the sunlight Mrs. Nicholson' tearful eyes followed the hand, and her husband stood uneasily in the center of the group, with an anxious frown upon his face. "Which," added the cook, scornfully, "I think a baby and such a one, bleue herl is of more valiy than all this rubbish." She waved her hand over the table, on which lay the neat manuscript and the rows of mended pens; and Mr. Nicholson moved instinctively a step backward, as if she had an evil eye and his writings would shrivel up at ber scornful feature. "Cook," aaid Mra. Nicholson, wiih dig nity, marred mue oy tne quiver in ner voice, "you don't understand. Your master ia very claver, aad hla writings are of great value. Of course,'' with a pleading look up ward "baby is our first thought lost now. There are no wild beaat here, so ehe can not be eaten, Sat the hu gone, tad before

Emmy comes this evening she must bs found." "Of course she must," said her husband, plucking up courage from her exceeding pentlenets. "We will begin systematically, and go through every room in the heute." Ho the search began, that ended an hoir later, in the great hall, with three perplexed faces meeting each' other at the foot of ths Blairs, in a silence that Mrs. Nicholson broke. "U's rouse, John; I can not bear it any loncr. She is lost!" Bhe flung cut her empty hands with a despairing gesture, but her husDand caught and held them. "Uon't give up, Agatha; it will all come right. If 1 search the world through, I will Dd ber." Or the body," said cook. Mra. Kicholaon shuddered. Ihe minute's silence was b-ken by a eon cd of merry laughter and no trampling of feet. For a minute Agatha raised her bead, listening attentively, and then aha dropped it with sigh. "It is only 1 4 rectory boys, John," she said; Mthey Late been in the hay field all day. and I asked them to tea. I can't speak to them, I am too anxious." She would have moved away, but the noise and laughter were in the hall already, and the boys were stumbling up toward her in the darkness, over the rues and skins. Something white was being shoved from one to the other. and was pushed into Agatha's arms at last, and held there by a pair of ronph, sunburned hands. "What is it? Oh, Jack, what is it?" she cried, bending down abd Kissing, to their owner's great surprise, the boy's rough bands. "Don't, I eav," said Jack, drawing them away with a curious, shamefaced look. "It's only the baby, Mrs. Nicholson. She was crying in the cradle, so I just got into the raom and bagged her. She's been playing in the bay; che nearly eot jabbed with a rake, but Jim got it instead. he'a a jolly little thing. Did you miss her?" "Yes, I thought she was lost," said Agatha, gently. "Lost!" with a rear of laughter. "Well that is good! May we wash our hands for tea? I'm not so dirty, I've been holding her; but Jim's simply mud all over. Here, have you got her? it's so dark I can't see." The turbulent tide swept away into the dim distance of stairs and passages, leaving a little gronp in the twilight of the hall; a tall, daik figure, against which a golden head was leaning, and two arms with a white bundle folded in iheru. "Kies her, John." came a soft voice out of the daiknesa. "I know yoa would rather not, she's only a baby, not a star; but just as a punishment, because you were so stupid." The tall figure stoopad and laid a dark mustache against the little bundle. "She's very soft," said another voice; "I den't think 1 ever knew so much about a baby before." There was, after a moment's silence, a movement on the man's part, as though he were drawing himself up to his full height, with a view to reasserting his dignity. He cleared his throat. "After all, Agatha," he said atifily, "I did not lose the baby." "I never said yon did," said Agatha; "I onlv asked you, and you couldn't remember:" "Another time " with an evident effort, "I suppose I shall be condemned unheard." "Another time!" scornfully. "You may tet your mind at rest. Neither I nor Emmy is in the least likely to trust you again, at least not with anything of value." "Then, how about the baby?" with a laugh. "That," said Agatha firmly, "includes the baby." Freuldent Graut'a Little Story. F.x-Socretary Kobeson, quoted In the Wahiugtoa torreindence of The Cincinnati Coinintrcial Gazelle. "By the way," he went on, "I remernber an incident that clearly illustrates his (General Grant'sl character. When I was Secre

tary of the Navy some hundreds of the sailors of the better class came to me aud asked to hav unme mnk ivn theni Th.y dt-in't care about an increase of pay, they said, but they wanted relative rank. "I couldn't do anything for them, but they came several times, and were rather importunate, and I finally led a delegation cf them over to the White Houe and let them present their petition to President Grant m person. They told him what they wanted, and argued for a redress ol their grievances plainly but forcibly. "At last an old boatswain came to tne freut, and hitchin up his trousers and turning over his incumbent quid, he said : Mr. I're&ident, I can put this 'ere matter so'a you can see it plain. Now, here, 1 be--a parent ; in fact, a father. My son ia a roiathiprcan. He outranks me, don't you observe? That ain't right, don't you see?' "'Indeed," said Grant; -who appointed Lim a middy?' ' 'Th Secretary here, the bo'sun said; and encouraged by tbe question, he went on: "It ain't right, don't you see, that I should be beneath 'im? Wy. ef I was to go onto his ship, the boy I brought up to obedience would boss his own fatherl Jest think of that! " 'An' he has better quarters 'n me, and better grub, nice furn'tnre. an all that; sleeps in a nice soft bed 'n all that. See!' aee,' Uie rreaiuent sau; -yes, tne world is full of Inequalities. 1 know of a case quite similar to yours.' "The old bo'snn r üuckled quietly, and pave another hitch to his lower gear. 'I know of an old fellow,' said General Grant, 'who i postmaster of a little town in Kentucky. II Uvea in a plain way. in a small houre. He is a nice old man, but he isn't much in rank. His son outranks him more than your son does yoa. His eon lives in Washington, in the biggest house there, and he is surrounded by the nicest of furniture, and eata and drink anything ha takes a notion to. He could remove his father from oUice in a minute if he wanted to, lint he doesn't want to. And the old man that's Jesee Grant, you know doesn't eeem to care about the inequality In rank. I supjose he is glad to see his boy get along In the world,' "The old bo'snn looked down at tbe carpet, and tried to bore a hole in It with his toe, and his comrade all laughed at him joyously, and slapped him on tbe back, and filed out in great glee. It was the last I ever heard of the petition or the petitioners. The old bo'aun flung his quid into a cuspid ir as he left. I'robably he had concluded to give up thinking." Uewara Of vioitnt j.uri'tlTCfl. They must inevitably impair tie ai-bting of the System, if much used. Irregularity of tne bowel la remediable without their aid, and they enfeeble those organs. IloeBtetters Stomach I Itters are not only a laxative, but a tonic. No subsequent medication Is needed, aa In the case of powerful cathartics, to repair the violence of their effects. Blue pill and calomel are sever safe In the long ran ; and there are other medicine taken to regulate the liver and bowels which are hurtful to both. Long experience baa proved the Bitters to be safe and salutary aa weU aa rotent. Tney brace up the system when enfeebled, thus guarding It from aUcMe, (particularly malarial complaints), remedy the weakness and Inactivity of a dyspeptic stomach, improve appetite, and tend to tr&nqalllze overtaxed nerve. They have also won repute aa a remedy for rheumatism aud kidney troubles. There Is a woman la Connecticut who wears a number nine shoe. When ehe eeta her foot down her husband walks around it and says, "Yessum, I wilL" Iforsford'a Acid Phosphate. CITAEIMOCS APf EOVAi Of MEDICAL STArr. Dr. T. G. Oomstock, physician at Good Samaritan Hospital, St. Louis, Mo., sayi: "For years we have used It in this hospital in dyspepsia and nervous diseases and as a drink daring the decline and- in the convalescence of lingering fevers. It has the ucaa imous approTal of ear medical staff."

WIT AJTD Ptfl ASANTET.

"Do you have hot water In your house?" "My friend, haven't you met my wife yet?" The explanation was Ea&factory. "Can you tell me what makes my face look so fanny?" asked Fendraon, looking in the glafrs. "Nose, sir, was Fogg's laconic reply. "Ab, Miss de Smith, are yoa going to have a pooae at dinner to day." "Yes, I hope so; you'll come, won't you?" but somehow Deither of them felt very comfortable after that Boston L'oeL An ngly girl makes the best wife, and I've seen a good many wives in my time. She is not alwaja thinking about her pretty face. If I was a fellow I'd m"T a:, tijly gLU Thank Heaven I'm no vnsUr. First Iriahman ' -- ..mg in the corridor, to his friend, rusL in from the court) .What's Tim got!" Second Irishman (in a breathless whisper) "For loife!" "First Iriehman "For loife! (With emotion.) Och, eure and he won't live half the t hoi me." They are discussing metempsychosis In a drawingroom. "I, rays a witty young man, "remember that way back in the days of Moses and Aaron I was the golden caif. Since then I have been changed" "Yes," says a lady thoughtfully, "tino has worn off the gilding." A young man in this city can not quite make out whether his girl was sarcastic or not in her remark to him, after he had quite proudly declared there waa "noble blood' ' in his veins, that only the night before her father had eaid the same thing about hia guernsey cow. Boston Times. A gentleman was one day relating to a Quaker a tale of deep distress, and conduced by saying: "I could not but feel for him." "Verily, friend," replied the Quaker, "thou didst right in that thou didst teel for thy neighbor; but didst thou feel in the right place didst thou feel in thy pocket?" "I'm a regular blamed fool," said a husband to his wife, when he had done some foolish tning or other, as is usual in all well-regulated families. "It isn't necessary to put up a sign, my dear," Ehe responded so fervently that there didn't seem to be any necessity for continuing the conversation. "George," said the young wife, "I know what Santa Clans is going to brinz me Christmas." "Do you love, what is it? An elegant sealskin Eacque, George." "You don't say so. Well, I'm glad to hear it, for it will save me a good i eal of money." And then she went out into the kitchen and stepped on the cat and gave the cook a week's notice. "What makes your horse go so slow?" asked a tourist one day in the Glen of the Downs, of Ireland, of his Celtic Jehu. "It is out of rispect to the bayutiful sanery, yer honor; he wants you to see it alL And thin, he's an intelligent baste, and appreciates good company, and wants to keep the like o' yer in beloved ould Ireland as long as he can." Capped the climax: An Englishman, Frenchman and American were discussing the merits of painters of their respective countries. The American, after listening to ail the others had to advance in favor of their countrymen, remarked: -Wall, yes, I guess they did some tall painting, hut there was a young fellow in our village and he got a piece of marble and painted it like cork, and darn me if it didn't float." Jt was just after the tiff. "I wonder," snarled Komeo, "if we shall know each other in heaven," "I would remember you, of course," replied Juliet, with tender emphasis, "but of course I couldn't know yoa without meeting you." And a period of silence as long as a centennial poem crept into the reoru. llomeo kept thinking about one thing and another and one thin and another and one thing and another. Burdette. tnniitilng Intel 11 "Do you know Faed, what day of the month it is to day ?" drawled out one dade to another in the New York Union Ciub. "I have no ideaw, Chawies." "Well, perhaps you knoir what day ol the month yetherday'was?" "I uwnt rciiiciiilfoi, Fwetl, Uul ittbl OWlstmas wath on the twenty-fifth of December.' ' Appeal for National Aid. I .VUanU C'onstitutlcm.l A philanthropist of this city has recently been visiting among the respectable poor, and here is his report of an interview with a veritable chi'.d of ratnre: "Ever been to school?" 1 asked. "Naw, and do' want to," he replied. ' Can you read?" "Naw." "How old are you?'' "Do no. Maw pays I waa born in peach time." Ton Much Car. "Jenny, I'm not a bit disposed to he faultfinding, you know; hut when even the neighbors get to sayiog that you don't take good care of me, I think I'm justified iu opening my own lips." "Nonsense, John! What are you talking about? Didn't you read me about two months ago a long article showing that too much care will kill a man? You jast go down cellar and bring me up another hod of coal." A Illrd in tbe Hand. Detroit i'ost. "Well," he said to the minister at the conclusion of the ceremony, "how much dci I owe vou?" Oh ! I'll leave that to you," was the reply, "you can better estimate the value of the service rendered." "Suppose we postpone settlement, then, say for a year. By that time I will know whether I ought to give you fWJ or notu-ir'.'-"No, no," eaid the clergyman, who ia a mcrried n an hiniaelf, "make it now." Kider Fht) Hps' Conm-Ioce. iet:Ars Dudley Wurnor, lu narpor'a Wi-fily for January. "A Country Tarson" iu New York iends th following: Eider 1'hiUips, who was a jovial soul, settled many years ag near the headwaters of the Susquehanna. Pe was, iu fact, a Presbyterian dominie. He waa fall of humor, and ready with hi? repartee ou such occasions. Jack Klckitt, a quasi parishioner, who waa more punctual at the river than at church, presented the elder ne Monday morning with a fine string of pickerel. Elder Thillips thanked him graciously for thegifU "But, elder," surted Jack, still retaining the fish, those fish were caught yesterday" (Sunday). "Ferhaps yer conscience won't let ye eat 'em." -'Jacx," replied the elder, stretching out bis hand toward the strinc, "there's one thing I know; the pickerel were not to blame." A niatincliou Without Any Apparent Dir. ference. f Arkansaw Traveler. A well-known railroad lawyer while ac companylng several ladies on a toar of inepection through the penitentiary the other day stopped in front of ft cell where a grimlooking fellow sat and said: "Ladies, here ia an excellent specimen. How are your addressing the convict. "Sorter slow at present.'1 "You don't find life in here very enjoyable, I presume!" 'WaU, it ain't as (alio' fen as it might be." "What were you put in for?" "Wall, podner, you nn' rae was aoout In the tame business." "In the earns bunneea? What do you mean?" '6ame businesMthat's what I mean. on are a railroad lawyer, ain't you?" "Yea." "Wail, I am a train robber." . A bailor ICTlt Hla Ilrtde. Tae Boamacl My wife ia just as handsome a craft as ever left nulUnex'e dry dock; ta Clipper built,

end with a figurehead not often seen on a trrall craft. Her length of keel is five feet six inches, displacement twenty seven cuoic feet; of light draught, which adds to her speed in the ball-room; full in waist, spare, trim. At tbe time we spliced she was newly -rigsed, fore and aft, with a tan dine rigging of lace and flowers, mainsail part silk, forestaysail of Falenclennee, and stn'n'saits trimmed with orange blossoms. Her frame waa of the beat 6teel, covered with silk, with whalebone stanchions. The rigging is intended for fair weather cruising. She has also a set of stormsails for rou?h weather. I have been told that In ranning down street before the wind ehe answers the helm beautifully, wd can tarn around, ia her own length if a handsome craft passes. CLAY'S BAD LUCK,

Also His Bad Poker Playing:. Likewise Hla Presence of Blind Baltimore Herald. J "Yes, sir; that's the very same table on which Mr. Clay used to lose the greater part of his Congressional salary. As I eaid, Clay and Bright sat down to play at S o'clock. 'Now, Dick,' said Mr. Clay, aa the game bepan, 'understand I can not play later than 12 o'clock. I promised to attend church at Alexandria to-morrow morning, and I don't want to go there looking as if I had been up all night. "The blind was half a dollar, $1 to ceme in, and no limit to beta. In those days there was no limit, as there generally is now. All a man could demand was a sig'it for his mcney. The cards were cut, and Clay ot the first deal. He was a noted card shuiller. lie could hold his hands four feet apart and fiy the carda from one to the other without a single card falling. His favorite style was to mix the carda from the end and not from the sides, holding a half deck in each hand, ilirting tbe ends with hia thumbs, and mixing them into a perfect pack with one movement. He usually dealt with one hand, with ecarcely a perceptible movement of the arm, hia long, muscular fingers enabling him to throw each carl to its proper plsce. But Clay wa not a goai poker player. Like most intellectual men, he played for the excitement, not for gain, and, as a rule, he was so careless about his beta that he came out loser. He had a passion for big beta, and he rarely failed to straddle tbe blind or raise the bet after the game got fairly Etarted. S3, if the lack came his way be would win heavily aa long as it lasted. But he was a great bluffer, and bet high whether he had a card or not. The men he played with found this ont, of course, and be never came out of a prolonged game without being fleeced. "For nearly two hours that night Clay had evejyihing his own way with Bright. If he didn't hold a king-full four times hand-running, followed by a jack-full, then I hope I may be shot for lying. Bright tried his best to catch Clay in a bluff, but it was no use, Clay came to the front every time with a hand tbat nothing but fours could phase. A 10:30 Bright had lost 1,500, and had borrowed $500 from John Hancock. After that Clay's luck deserted him and he failed to recognize it. He continued to bet as high on a pair of deuces as he bad been betting on an ace-f ulL By midnight he had lost all hia winnings and $1,000 besides all the cash he had with him. " 'I guess we'd better quit,' said Bright, 'as you want to go to church to-morrow.' 'Oh, blow the church!' replied Clay. 'Do you suppose I want to hear a man preach right on top of losing $1,0U0 at poker? Not much. You just lend me 000, and let the game ro on.' Ho the game proceeded, and at daylight Clay was in debt to Bright to the amount of ?1,50, and that is the way it stood when the game ended. I heard afterward from Hancock that Clay liquidated that debt by giving Bright a deed of acres of Kentucky land, and transferring to him six shares of stock in a Louisville bank. "Clay went to his room that Monday morning, ehortly after daylight, to go to bed, but he took a sudden resolution to go to Alexandria anyhow, and Keep his church engagement. He went in the carriage of a friend. Quite a crowd followed him when he went ont tu pri ia iii carriage. Tlir a number of people were presented to Mr. Clay, among them the rector of tho church. The story was that while he was talkins to the reverend gentleman Clay pnt his hand in hia pocket to pull out his handkerchief, and in doing this a peck of cards was suddenly spilled on the ground. Clay waa not the least abashed, but deliberately gathered np the cards, repleced them in his pocket, and remarked to the minister and others who were standing there that a friend had put the carda in his pocket as a practical joke." 8nppe We Had No Sugar. I Comb "1 Magazine. rfidf 8 the natural sweets, we have taken to ptoducing artificial ones. Has any housewife ever realized the alarming condition of cookery in the benighted generations before the invention of sugar? It is really almost too appalliDg to think ahout So many thiugs that we now look upon as all but necessaries cakes, podding, made dishes, confectionery, preserves, sweet biscuits, jellies, cooked fruits, tarts, etc were then practically quite Impossible. Fancy attempting nowadays to live a single day without sujrar; no tea, no coJVee, no jam, no cake, no sweets, no hot toddy before one goes to led ; the bare idea of it is too terriohi. Aud yet that was really the abject condition of all civilized wcrld up to the middle of the Middle Ages. Horace's punch was sugarless an-1 leiuonlese; the pnlle Virgil never tasted the congenial cup of afternoon tea; and Socrates went from bis cradle to his grave without ever knowing tbe ilav.ir of peppermint bull'sejta. How the children managed to spend tlieir Saturdays, or their weekly o&oin, is a profound mystery. To b suie, txeople had honoy ; but honey is rare, dear 'and scanty; it can never have tilled one-quarter the place tb.tt sugar fills in our modern a3r-c-tion. Try for a moment to realize drinking honey with one's whisky and water, or dein? the year's preserving with a pot of best Natborine, and you get at once a common measure of the difference between the tito as practical sweeteners. Nowadays we pet sugar froai cane and beetroot in abundance, while sugar maple and jalm treea of various sarte afford a cjn-id-erabJe supply to remoter countries. But the childhood of the little Greeks and Kimana must have bwn absolutely unlieb ted by a single rav of joy from chocolate creams of Uvertoa coffee. The consequence of excessive production of sweets in modern times is, of course, that we hava began to distrust the indications afforded us by the sense oftastsin this particular as to the whole3onnes of various objects. We can mix sugar with anything we like, whether tt had sugar in It to begin with or otherwise, and by sweetening and flavoring we can give a false palatableness to even tbe worst and most indigestible rubbish, such as plaster of paris, largely uohl under the name ef sugared almondj to the ingenuous youth of two hemispheres. But in untouched natr the test rarely or neTer fails. As long as fruits are unripe and unfit for human food they are green and eour; as soon as they become eolt and sweet, aal usually acquire some bright color as a sort of advertisement of edibility;. In the main, par the accidents of civilization, what ever is sweet is good to eat nay more, Is meant to be eaten; it la only our perverse folly that makes ua eometimea think all things bad for us, and all wholesome things nasty. In a state of nature the exact opposite is really the cae. One may observe, too, that children, who are literally youzg savages in mere eenses than one, stand nearer the primitive feeling in this respect than grown-up people. They unaffectedly like sweets; adults who have grown more accustomed to the artificial meat diet don't, as a re, care much for pudding, cakes and made dishes. (Maylyeatare parenthetically to add. any appearance to the contrary notwithstanding, that I am not a vegetarian, acd I am far from desiring to bringdown upon mv devoted heai the imprecation procouoeeoi against the rash person wn) woull

DANGER FROM CATARRH.

That exceedingly disagreeable and very prevalent disease, catarrh, ia caused by scrofulous taint In the blood. Hood's Sarsparlila, by its powerful purifying and vitalizing action upon the blood, speedily removes the cause, and thus ejects a radical and permanent cure of catarrh. Those who suffer from lu varied symptoms uncomfortable flow from the nose, offentive breath, ringing and bursting noises In the ears, awelllng of tbe soft parts of the throat, nervous prostration, etc should take Hood's Barsparllla and be cured. The Best ileiiciro, "I have suffered with catarrh In my head for years, and paid ont hundreds of dollars for medicines, but have heretofore received only temporary relief. I besan to take Hood's Sars&parllla and now my catarrh ia nearly cured, the weakness of my body Is alleone, cj appetite Is good In fact, I feci like another person. Hood's Sarsaperllia la the best medicine I have ever taken." Mas, A. CcsiuifGHAit, Providence, K. L

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old by all drnirgUta. fl;1 six for S5.HMade only by C L HOOD & CO., Lowell, llu. 100 Dcpps One Dollar. rob a pocr man of his beer. It i quite possible to believe that vegetarianism was the starting poiut of the race, without wishing to consider it also as the goal, just as it is quite possible to regard clothes S3 purely as artificial producta of civilization, without desiring personally to return to the charming fcimphcity of the Garden of Eden.) Our Little Joe. In a Newsboys' Home a visitor oh?erved a child's high-chair standing in a corner of the dining-room, "Have you a child here?" he aated the matron. No. That ia our little Joe's," she said. A sudden silence followed. Even the boys standing near checked their noisa and skirmishing for a few minute?. "Who was Joe?" asked tbe visitor. ,!A little fellow," eaid the matron; "who came to us when he was but six years old. He waa a h. imp-back and a cripple, never having grown after he was five. He was a bright, pushing little fellow, and a very affectionate child. He slept here and touk moet or his meals here. That is his chair. I I gave it to him. The superintendent eaid I favored him. Well, I was fond of Joe. "We have a savings bank into wnich the boys put their pennies or dimes every wee'e It gives them the habit of econony. Joe Legan saying when he iirst came to ns. Ee weuld bring his five or ten cents every Saturday, laughing. ' Tm eaving up to have a home of my own when I'm prown up, he would eay. ''He had neither father ncr mother, nor any kinsfolk, and I don't know what waa the boy's idea of a home of his own. He was very happy here a eort of ruler among the other boys. Yet he went on saving, and always for that purpose, He was never a strong boy, and when te was sixteen a heavy cold he took went to hia lungs. It only needed a day or two to make an end of bis poor little body. One day he said to me, just after tbe clergyman had been with him: 'That money I've saved it will be enough to bay the doctor and buy a coffin far me.' " Mint, Joe.' I said, 'how about the home of your own? He did not answer me at first, and then he smiled, saving. 'That's all rieht!' and he held my band tiht. Til have it. That's all right!' "The next day it wa9 all over. We took Joe's money and paid the doctor and bought him a coCin. It didn't need a big one. The bov'p cl abled together, giving ten cents each, hot ?ht him a lovely piTow of white roses wi.h 'Our Joe' upon it. Kvery bov eot a lag of black on hia arm to go to the funeral. Be bad his own home then, sir. Cut wherever he was. I think the roses pleased him." She fell behind as we passed on and dusted little Joe's chair with her apron, salting it reverently apart into a quiet corner. Whlttler to the School Girl. On Mr. Whittier'a birthday anniversary tbe girlx. of the Boston High School sent him a toaqut-t of seventy-seven choice races. In reply the poet wrote: "Tbe sun of ligbt is sintin!; low; Without, a wimer's failine snow, Within, jour summer roses fall. The fit art of aee your oJeriti cheers. You conut in Howen my many y'ari ;od blc&H j ou, one and all." Tte Egyptian cotton crop exceeds 14i,'J50,0C0 pounds, tbe larst crop ever grown. rrTma1tureUi7e of power in either sex, however induced, speedily end permanently cuici. Consultation free. Book for three letter stamps. World's Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y. rTTSi AU Fits -rtoppod free by Dr. Kline's OJreat Nerve Keet.rer. No tits after first day's use. Marvelous cnr s. Treatie andtt trial bottle ir&i to Kit Cmx. 8.11)1 to fir. Kline. S1 Arrtn ck. Phil.. Pa Young M no I Kaf Thla. The Voltaic Belt Company, of Manual , Mirh., ofier to send their celebrated Electro Voltiio Belt and other Electric Appliances on trial for thirty da vs. to mu your.g or old) afflicted with nervous d?bil:ty. !o& ol vitality ai.d manhood, aud a'.i kindred troubles. A)o for rreiunatisin. Durali;a paralysis ard rjar;y other di.3atü. Co n niete restoration to health, vigor aad mainood puararitf-i'.i No risk is incurred a: thirty days' trial ia allowed Writ th-m at one for illustrated pamphlet fr. ORAKIOTHiB TJsod herbs in doctoring the family, and her aim pie remedies XMi CVJtJä in inot cse. Without the use of herbs, medical science would be powerless; and yet the tendency of the times ia to niv.ect the best of allrcnedieB lor thoae powerful medicines that seriously injure the system. is a combination of rpJuable herba.careluily compounded from the formula cf v. regular I'hyttici&n, who used thia prescription largely in his private practice with preat success. It is not a drink.but a medicine used by many pbysiciana. tfm-ln in invaluable for In&WPSlA. j i u s .rand iti rtcK cuMri.AJifTM, XKIiror EXHAUSTION, WEAK' NESS, INDIGESTION, Jte.f and while curing wilt wot hurt the system. Sir. C. J. Rhodes, a well-known Iron man of Safe Harbor, Pa., writes : "My aon eo;rlot.ly rrnfitr by f ?ver acd trne. Onlnip uj lrtn d'wl lain t.o irood. u.t-ii nej.i for Miof J-r8 Il. rh liuier aad ia a abort tii6 ths bey a as qui to wtiLL" . "E. A. Schellentrager, Drurjist 717 St. Clatr Street, Cleveland, O., writes : Vocr Bitters, I ran W. and do say. are rr. scribe d by some of tbe cldat and nxt prcaihK&t T&yeii-iaua in oar cits" MISHIiEB UEBB TJITTEE3 CO., , 623 Commerce BtH Philadelphia. farter's tteasent Worm Byru Never Fails

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Serious consequencee are liable to ensue If ca tarrh la not attended to in season. The iaeaae frequently destroys the sense of smell and often devclcpes Into bronchitis or pulmonary consumption. Undanbtedly many cases of consumption originate In cfcUrrh. Hood's Banaparilla cams catarrh, and hag even effected remarkable cnrci of consumption Itself, In Its early stages. A book ccntalninK statement of many curea by Hood's SarsApartlia will be scat free to all whe send addre&s to Ii L Hood k Co., Lowell, Lhue. Catarrh end Im pur o Blood. "Hood's Sarsaparllla tu fce:;d tne more foi catarrh and impure biood than r.nythins; eise X ever used." A. Ban, Syracuse, ff. Y. T Buffered three years with catarrh, r.rsl tnygaa eral health waa poor in consequence. When I took Hood'eSarsaparilla I found I had the right remedy The cetarrh Is yielding, as Hood's Sarsaparille is cleans ing ny blood, and the general tone c? ray system is improvinc" Fask.Wa6&bcex, Kochester, K. Y.

Sold by all druggists. H; six for 85. Made only by C. I. BOOD & CO., Lowell, Mass. 100 Doe oi Ose Dollar. s ÜBITTZRS'; It CURES I XtlYXiK P i'rTTMTtnrr :4 STOMACH Ii '. AND !, !: BOWELS.!; trrr iLlCRUSS!5!3;: Dytpepsia, Oaaeral Delilltyi Jaauui.-ie, Hhitnal Constip tlcc, X.iv.3? Coacplalnt, Sick KeatLxclio, Bicaced Hid noyii, lto., L.tc. rtcrr.-r.!! :v.r-1 irr.g, amprj Which rat : ir.; rvc 1 rH7 AS3 3 IZt aio srrr:::. j.ztzz, :r:r, crrrA xt It c'.eauv. f .u ..roughly, nzC 4 . PURIFiXäOP T2II2 HLOOO TJcootii ed it, 1 V'. a.i ttb.';.s.v : lro:v.-' .1 U. l y r;-t;::i ol" iL? C .i'.tr'Jr -4.ir! r: ijra, ,-7 f... 1 - v : a c rvv. lT5r:Z t F.sul!lshe! iSsi. I 256 C:til 28t;:r 1 1 Ciaciaaati, Cfcio. i Vino Str. "-JLe-rÄ TherRnlaroIdeatAbIi0hS nryI7V?V !3 Physirjaa and Sarffeoa UK. Etxi.Ti.aij, 11 1:1c vtyi Djnua 1 continues to treat wilh his usu.il leres kill all private j chronic. nervou sn-J sp'al i l -0ie oldest Ad vcrtisir I'hvsiclsn, 1 .;?v -Ay - S -i Cleg of Papers sliuw anj ail cid Kesid.utt know. Age and experience Important. IZST" Kerrorj dlea?e9 (-:lh er rrithX dreams.) or lbillty and lcr:s of nerve power treated scientifka'ir by new me'-ho;is with n"v-r failinp success. ffSlt ro.iVe iv' -iiürrtnce Ut you tave taken or who has failed to ci-rs you. XSm Youtt; D.en and miil-üe-ajei men n J all a sa.'fcr should roisu'.t ti e etirmtet X)r. Clarke atrnce. ffTlit terrible poiaonsot all bad Mood and sUin cliteasc ci t vcrv Km i, name ar.d n:itv.rc torr: irtclv crao.tattj. lieun raicr, tkitoo horrible distn, if ncfl-.-ctcd "r iinnropprlv Ue. fd.crrsta th prey.-p.t d ccnir. fcerierutioc!. i'vr i:!MC'.l litciif.r ;e c irri promptly viV -it :-ju.-ancc to twinesi. ltoii sexes' consult ca. d-.tlaily. if it trouble call or write Dclav-. :-.r ; d 1 vctous. l'rocratl cation ia tl thief wf time." A written warranty of core given Ln every caa UEtdertakeu. Send two ft-imn? for cetefcrated worts en Chron Ic. NVr v: and 1 locate Pieas;-s. Yoa Lave an eilivitl e tymptouutolocy by v.hioh to e'.mh' ym.r owaeaie. Consuiüüon, riwr.iaüy or W Joiut, free. 0csu'.t the old I cor. TbRitn'.i cured. Offices and pariert privat. You see no one but tbe Doctor. I;efare.-m;i,:insj vourcasecor.su!'. Dr.CLAKUE. A rriend'iy lo'ter tr call may save future suterinj Uilsh.'ni Ui.!aJJgolJ:n years to life. Medidnei smtevrrvvht e secure from npoiarr-l lours, fc to fc; to i.:. Alreo lottra: t 1. CL,AII5:s:. 7?.. 23-, No. SJ5G VISE ST, CI.t:iXTI. onto. ! . . ' . ' -L ' '. ' "1 THE SCIENCE OF LIFE. Only SI, UT MAIL rOSV-HAIO GREAT mittl KOKK QS IUII00&. e ribaustet Viumj-, fervun ujatcti Debility, Premature Decline iu Ditiu. Krrort of Y.vna, aai the untold jnisone reulth;R Irom triiwrtö'on erexcKPÄ a ler every raaa, y.. -.:. ni-l öle axed and ol 1 it contHji.s 12& pret'rir;un far aiiaruteand chronic diM--, each one rf which 1 Invaluab'.e. So icun l by th? author, whoso ox periuce for vwpnty-thrw f'r i uri. h ao probably never be.'ore foil to the lot of any pnronan. 300 panes, bound In iManrJTcl Fr?n-h muslin, embossed' coTera, full rci:t, ßurr.u-l to be a finer work- iu every penw-mecbauical, literary and professional than any other work sold ln thla country for $2.50. or the raonirywlU be refunded la ever? lnHtar.ee. Pri' only ?1 by mail, postpaid. Illustrative sample f mla. Send now. tiold medal awarded the author by the National Medical Association, to tho officers of wtuca bs Klhe Science of Life should r read by tho yoaai for tnstruf tion, and by lt?e affilcted for rcllol. it will boneüt all. Undou lAncet There It do member of society to whom Tbt Bcicnre of Life will not be useful, whether youth, parent, miardiaii instructor or clergyman. AdSrew t.ie Pebody Medical Institute, pr Dr. VT. H. I"arkcr, No. 4 Bnlflnch street, Boston, Maaa,, wh'ioeybe consulted on all dlseaws i requirint tili end experience. Chronic and obstinate diaets that Lara baffied the skill of other physicians a tpecihT. Buch treated successfully without n tnu'ance cf failure Meatloa thla paper. REAL TKYSÄUT. Cur ti tnt tfce paw y """"J that it K'Te1 at" laiMie to rcuameaS J. C frilUava A Caw Vit S liTS. 1 VWU1"W wm I null I MrJyt? !-,."s.-'-ii;a

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