Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 28, Number 16, Jasper, Dubois County, 29 January 1886 — Page 7

WEEKLY COURIER.

C. DOAKK, lub.i.-lni. IXMAXA HAWIIT DAYS. Toe eMMyta yr ttuMUM A ts-if wtet ar -sung. w B Hiiilr kltilBiil tVM M.Sttt Ok, ml" WMf tue, "UmwvM Sars. WkMMHt AjU Mil Ur ftfHMr IMrt tfcsnmt lnnununun iautf Inf. mm MAAkij Ok, MI' UMW MM. "taMWt'HbO FtrwwhMMHm4.H J aufu war v-w-MJ bYam shHj4i upswbBj j - Tm nee Mris- veer najipliet eVeri; A tMjr teUffclegljr wmc&M Hfiflwr TMir bahf'S ewes.- wars, XM says aw ears i lAtwrr 1r oum W41y be eur tU Am'll be mmm r- wssn MM lUtfH ar irrtmH, AM we hers caress ewMSt." I sM to tM ae mnH: Tee ere liWiur year SamilMt -are. TirWJWrtm t yu horr, Vmi Way.) wtUB ii II ft, rig , aju! nrml,, WM-t HM4ful took. Ihej .nivrrt: " 64 w KfA to tM. Umu inn: but think tMreU be bHH- Strl for Ia Mm life ws're sets to " "-"- na-.!..-. fwy-i r aemmja LOVE IN A "LIFT. Sow Both Wars Mad Happy Benum too h M numbac." Stopped. Rvery om agreed that tH sensou promised to be a brilliant one, and Um heart of the London Ho-kepr rejoiced. PerfeeUy-appointed carriages rolled iii an endless stream along the wore spacious thoroughfare, or stood in long lines outside the vsriows shops patronised by their fair owners. Bond street wm hopelessly blocked. It waa just such h scene that may be witnessed anj- line day between April aad July, but to one tail, dark, sunburned man, whose upright carriage betrayed him profession, the whole phantasmagoria of fair women, perfectly wall-got-up men, equally welbgot-tip carriage, and lofty ".Hepperi." waa replete with the charms of comparative novelty. But though the scene wm inspiriting enough, he did aot linger long in the region saored to the KleiwHan myslerio of chopping. Jiwt as he waa crowing the threshold of the Bayonet Club he was hailed by a waU-rentemberad voice. "Bourehier! by all that's wonderful! Why, I thought yon wars far away at Bangalore." The saeaker was a fair, fresh-colored man, a little over thirty, of the familiar type, of the man abr'ut town, welldressed, spruee and wifk the air of one who is on good terns with himself and all the work!. "Come and hare a cigar and. a ohat. Why. it must be tea years ainee yon left ngltutd," "It is. I shall be a sort of modem Hip Van Winkle." "Nonsense, man! We don't forget ear friends quite so soon, even in London," retorted the other, leading the way into the smoking-room. "Now for yonr news, Huntley," said Bourchier, as he MUled himself in an easy-chair and lighted a oigar. "Who has been born, who has married, who has died since I saw you last?" c "Let me think. It is a difficult thing to arrange one's ideas when one m bidden to stand and deliver, like that." In spite of this protect, Huntley daring the next half hour contrived to retail a fair amount of gowit. "You renemb-ar Lady Ida Somerton?" he said, suddenly. "Pretty girl, blue eyes, complexion roses and cream, and that sort of thing. Heiress, too. She fell in lore with Seton, of the Guards, who hadn't a shilling to bless himself wf!h. Her guardian didn't it; cut up rough, and wouldn't hear of it. But she married him, though, when she came of age," addd Hun thy, ruefully, for he had certain tender reMembrances of hli own in connection with the fair heiress, Pcrhajw the association of ideas prompted hi-? next remark. "Bj- the by, BoHrehier, wasn't Rosalia Bryden an obi name of yours?1' "That's a leading question with a vengeance," replied the other, with a forced laugh, as he pulled viciously at his mustache. "But what of her? She married some rich citv man, didn't she?" "Yesi Josiah Ormskirk. Fellow who fetade his money oa the Stock Exchange. Died a couple of years ago, and left his wife a rich widow. Awfully good thing for her, for I believe he rather led her a life of it for some time before his death. Hadn't yon beard of it?" "No. He must hare died daring my absence at a remote plaee up in the hills, where I hardly ever saw a newspaper." "HOW MA YAM Wiajt&Tft to Mxtst? Well, Mrs. Ormskirk m Winning t go out into society again. I saw her m ute rarK only yesterday, ana oy Jove she looked quite as pretty, and almost as young, as she did tea years ago!" " Yes, she was very pretty," assented Bourchier, and he added, bitterly, "and he took her charms to the beat market, most women do." " Come, old fellow, don' the cynical," aid Huntley. "Have another cigar, nd let us talk about something else." Bat the mention of his old love's name seemed to have taken away BourcWer's appetite for society gossip, lift rose slowly, and looked at hie watch. " Fir o'clock. Otd habits are things strong rrowth. I think I shall stroll down to the Park aad see what i going tm. jjo you tm itiened to come, too, Mimtlcyr' "No, thaaks. I fed laty this after wn, so 1 snati kvoK taroega Ute eve Mg papem. Tnere has tossed away a gtory from the Park. One rets tin the eternal mUl-i-mutd hi tSH

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0 rTTft. "ur-d toward fee rark his thonghta went back to a set tain Xovembsr afternoon, when be and waJw had riddea home together after a qukk ma with the Pytchby, and ,1 the better ofprudeaee. J1. Pimd and been refused. Pretty lUiealis, though alte had only the experieaee of a single season, had woagh of worldly wisdom to know that though Vincent Bourchier was handsome, elevar enough to be a pleasant companion, of good birth, a brave soldier (he had akeady distinguished himself at the age of live-aad-twenty), was no mate for her. She waa a penniless but ambitious girl, deCndent upon the whims of her aunt, dy Silver thorne. a stem matroa.who had preached her pretty niece many a ermon on the folly and wickedness of girls who married poor men. "I don't think you are the sort of woman who would be happy with two new gowns a year," she was ia the habit of saying. "Think of living ia a six-roomed house in the suburbs, with a maM-of-all-work to wait oa you. No, Rosalie, you must marry a rich man or I wash my hands of you." Miss Bryden had not sufKcient strength of character to defy her aunt and marry Vincent Bourchier, whom, in her heart of hearts, she knew she loved. A eouule of months or so later. Josiah Ormskirk proposed to her and waa accepted. "I wonder if she would remember me if we met airaia," thourht Bour chier, as he turned into the Park. The afternoon being unusually fine, the drive was thronged with carriages. Bourchier paused several times, and leaned on the rails to watch the moving panorama of beauty and fashion. The interminable stream of vehicles, and the constant succession of faces that looked blankly at him as they passed, made him feel somewhat melancholy. He was about to turn homeward when he became' aware of a pair of large brown eyes regarding him from a handsome barouche that had just come to a stamistill not three paces from where he stood. As his gatee rested on the piquant face in which the aforesaid eyes were set, a flashing glance of recognition shone from under the delicately arched brows, and a nair of fresh rosy lips parted in a bright smile over a set of the most dassling IHUe teeth imaginable. "Rosalie!" murmured Bourchier to himself; "and she has not quite forgotwe. fnu w& r He raised his hat and went quickly forward to the side of the barouche to greet the woman he had parted from in bitterness and anger ten years ago. "Vincent Bourchier, I declare!" said Mrs. Ormskirk. as she extended her daintily gloved hand; could not oe mistaken, return from India?" "I thought I When did joa "Only the day before yesterday," he replied, looking her full in the face. "It is a pleasure to find I am not quite forgotten a pleasure I hardly antieiKted. I have been in the Park for u ur or more, and you are the only person who has recogniaed me." "I I have a good memory for faces. And you are verv little altered," she finished, with a blush. That ready blush of pretty Mr. Ormskirk gave her an air af girlish simplicity that was more charming than real. "Would you have known me again?" she asked with an innocent air, which became her wonderfully. "I should have known you anywhere," was his fervent answer. "How crowded the Park is this afternoon," remarked the lady, changing the subject abruptly. "Ien't it wonderful where all me people eome from? And such queer-looking people some of them are! Just look at that woman m a pink bonnet anil a vellow gown!" "May t call on you, Mrs. Ormskirk?" he asked, when they had talked about mutual acquaintance, criticised the paaeera-by, and chatted amicably, after the manner ot menus who meet alter a long interval of absence. "Of course you may. I lira at Me gatherium Mansions when I am in town. You will generally find me at home about four o'clock." And, with another of her sunny smiles, Mrs. Ormskirk drove of. ' Major Bourchier saw a good deal of Mrs. Ormskirk during the next few weeks. On some pretext or other he contrived to drop in nearly every day at Megatherium Mansions. The luxurious suite of rooms occupied br the fair widow was on the seventh floor of the huge block of buildings, oouee?iicntly they were reached by that weenl modern convenience, a fift. Bour chier soon cherished quite a senti ments! feeling of affection for the coxy little cage which carried him so easily and so swiftly upward to the dwelling of his charming Rosalie, and had he been of a poetical turn he would certainly have penned a sonnet in its praise. He was resolved to try hW luek again, and, in spite of the fair widow's occasional fits of caprice, he believed his chances of success were considerably better than they were ten years ago. The worst of it was that Mrs. Ormskirk had at least half a doeen pretendante, and the name of her admirers was Legion. Bourchier was often mortified to find that the attentions of one or the other of this band of aspirants seemed more acceptable to the little coquette than bis own. More than once he was tempted to risk everything on a single cast of the die, and ask her boldly if she would marry him. But more prudent counsels prevailed, and he resolved to abide his time. Precipitancy might ruin everything. A woman, he argaea, is seldom wo by a ce-up eV morn. One evening, nearly two months after the meeting in the park, Mrs. Ormskirk was present at a fancy ball riven bv Ladv Bthelinda Rosier, a sis ter of the most distinguished of the fair widow's suitors, it was the nrst enter tainment of the kind at which the latter had appeared since her husband's death. Lady Sthelinda made so great a point of the matter that she wrote a charming liUJv note begging dear Mrs. Ormskirk to break through her rule. Her ladytahi, it may be aiatso, was extremety anxious to brtaf about a mteh be-

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aot beiag exactly in diskm. .BowohhwaJaarseeM fav vitaUon; aad he had the martilosHoa of wiwesawg the very marked attention paM Ejr Lord Kockmiaeter to fcMalte, and what was worn, of itotieng that the latter received his Lordship's attentions with apparent satisfaction. He watched the pair with silent wrath The green-eyed monster had fuB dominion over him, and of all Lady Ktbelhtda's guests he was the most mlscntvhie. The brilliant scene, the music, the gay crowd were like dust and ashes between his teeth. He was about to quit the ball-room in disgust when, as on a previous oeeasion, he eaught a glaaoe from Roealis's beautiful brown eyes, which seemed to bid him stay. Ia a moment he relented and went up to her. She was standing with Lord Bockminster and one or two other mea near one of the long windows. Bourchier asked for a dance, which was graciously accorded to him, but when the longed-for time eame round he sought in vain for the graceful figure droessa m pink as a Watteau shepherdess. Just as the last chords of the waits ware dying away he eaught sight of her emerging from a distant eonservatory on Rock minster's arm. Bourchier went straight up to the pair. "The last was our dance, I think, Mrs. Ormskirk," he said, in a voice that struggled to be calm, but only succeed iabeing reproachful. There was a lush on Rosalie's cheek, and a subdued sparkle in her eyes as she answered: "I am sorry, Major Bourchier. And now," she added, quickly, "I am going to ask you to give me your arm to my carriage. I am tired, and want to go home." Lord Roekmineter frowned, and murmured a few words into her ear which Bourchier could not catch; but Mrs. Ormskirk's silvery tones were so dear that he could not avoid hearing her reply: "Yes, to-morrow." Then she dropped Lord Rockminster's arm and took Bourehier's with a slight air of embarrassment. "You are leaving early, Mrs. Ormskirk," he said, coldly. "Yet, I' am tired," she replied, briefly. "Let us make our way down-stairs at once." But when Mrs. Ormskirk's carriage drove up a alight coHlrtlempt occurred. The footman proved to be in a state of hopeless intoxication. Bourchier at once informed Rosalie of the state of affairs, adding that it would be better to dispense with his services altogether. "It is really too provoking," she said. "Major Bouehter, I must ask you to drive home with roe. I am in a most laughable predicament Do you understand how to work a lift?" Bourchier started, and then hesitated a moment. ''Yes, I think so." "That is fortunate," she said, in a relieved tone. "At Megatherium Mansions the liftman is often aot to be found so late as this, and I generally depend on mv own servant I am too nervous to work the thing Myself." Bourchier waa naturally overjoyed to do her this trifling service, and he felt that the Mt-a-UU drive to Megatherium Mansions would almost itremejffy him for the loss of that coveted waits. He seated himself with alacrity in the widow's cozy brougham, and they were unven on ntpraijr wo rapttuy, he thought to their destination As Mrs. Ormskirk had surmised, the liftman waa nowhere to be found; the niarht norter. who could not leave bis post, being the only creature about at that late hour. "I must ask you to escort me to the seventh floor," said Rosalie, smiling, as she seated herself in the lift A small lamp lighted the machine, and shone down on her pomlret head, piquaate face and radiant eyes. "The ball was a 'dhuaal failure wasn't it?" she said, looking up at him as he worked the roes. "Yes n-no not altogether," he answeml, losing his head somewhat "It would have been the happiest evening of my life if"- He stopped and fixed his eyes on her face. "Ye, Major Bourchier," she queried, softly; "if what?" "If you had aot oliewtetl me out of my waits, Rosalie," he hurst out, impulsively. Mrs. Ormskirk blushed and fingered her fan nervously. "Oh. Rosalie!" he said, dropping the rope and seating himself at her side, why will you play with me like this? You know I love you. You know 1 have loved you for years!" He had seised one of her small hands and pressed it to his lips befors she ooukl withdraw it He had forgotten all about the danger of precipitancy. "Rosalie, listen to me!" "Not now not hers!" she interrupted with a touch of her old coquetry. "Fancy any one having the hardihood to make a declaration of lovs in a lift! And you used to be so so romantic!" " What does it matter whore or when one speaks if the love be genuine? I love you truly, Rosalie, and I have been very patient; but I could not bear to see that idiot Roekminster " " Major ltourehier, I can not 'allow you to speak in that tone of one who may one day be mv husband." " Your husband!" " Lord Roekminster proposed to me this evening," she said, dropping her eyes. " And you accepted him?" " Well, not exactly!" she rspKei, with a & smile; "hut I may. I have not given him his answer yet. I shall to-morrow." This, then, was what she meant when she spoke those two words to Roekminster. Bourehier's face turned red with anger. " Rosalb' I said, hotly, "you are a heartless coquette! I have done with you forever." "I am indeed sorry you should think so badly of m, Major Boar shier. But," she added, with the lightest touch af sarosem, "mat Mao why vou should keep me a tell me so. The Hft is at a Jad 'WTeM flflH-M atM Hlul umntnumr lfJmn! d rftll Msl-i Urn TUmml Idmml mmm. lift mjemamm snmuua Wi er"nrjei w ia e-rv a mrnv-a eamw'ea faro

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wuajtiMM yema ftUmm am eNatfBMr ImMHt I Mm. anumW ammfMsW -McTM aaed. tumpiavTup. lEi t Ormskirk, palled the rape Don't you aaderstaad the nf" cried Rosalie, In sudden " Yes, of course,' he fetoctsd, a trmW Irritably; "but but there thing wrong with H." Mrs. jrmeatrx sprang so with a litste scream of terror. Oh. Major BouieWer. we shall he killed, I kaow we thisur wroasr with the lift! We may be dashed to pieces the thing may fall or or something. Oh, what wiH ho of usr ' she want oa, aerssmg in to tears. "Can't eaa't vou save use, Vincent?" She clung to him in her terror. "Don't be frightened, dearest," he said, trying to speak cheerfully; "it may not be so serious as you think. 00 you know if this is an hydraulic lift? If so, the stoppage may be eausid by the failure of the water. ' "I don't know I don't know what an hydraulic lift is," moaned Rosalie, sobbing. "Such a thing has never hap pened before, uu, Vincent, eaa i can't you save me?" Would to Heaven 1 eouM! 1 wee hi die for you, gladly." 1 uon't know about uymg lor me, - she sobbed out, "but but titers seems a very good chance of your dying wm MS." Bourchier smiled. "I don't think things are quite so bad as that, Rosalie." "How do vou know? Why. any min ute we may be dashed to pieces! I have heard of such things." His arm was still round her waist; in her terror she did not seem to notice it at least she made no attempt to withdraw herself from his embrace. "Life seems all the more entrancing now, of course," he ventured to say, trying not to speak bitterly. "You were always ambitious, Rosalie, and as a peeress" "Who told you I was going to be a peeress?" she retorted, with spirit. "If you are going to take advantage of the position to to UiUy me" "My darling, such an idea never crossed my brain. 1 love you far too well," interrupted Bourchier, with hie lias close to her pretty ear. The temp tation was irresistible. He kissed her velvet cheek once, twice, aad then, as she did not attempt to move her fresh, rosy lips. "Rosalie, do you love me?" She -was silent save for a slight catching of her breath, that might have been either a sigh or a sob. "You will not marry Roekminster, will you? you will marry me," he went on. passionately. ".No one loves you as I do. Rosalie. Think of it; I have loved vou for ten long years." "Is that true?" she whispered, in her most musical tones. "I swear it Will yon marry Rosalie?" "If if we ever get out of the lift"The lift! I love the lift!" cried Bourchier, enthusiastically, "why, but for it-" "I might hare married Lord Roekminster' she said, with an odd lktle laugh. "You told me I was ambitious." "Poor Roekminster! aad happy me!" laughed Bourchier. "la the meantime, sir, I insist on being let out of this lift at once; I object to be kept hanging between earth and heaven, like Mohammed or his coffin-1 forget which it was." Bourchier, of course, retorted that, far from thinking himself in such a position, he considered that the lift was 1 his heaven, and for his part he was per fectly happy where he was. "But I am not," said Rosalie, with some return real or assumed of her fears, 'fit is almost as bad as the Black Hole of Calcutta." Just then the lift gave a violent lurch. Mrs. Ormskirk screamed and buried her face in her handkerchief. Bourchier jumped up and caught hold of the rope, and, in a moment, the machine glided smoothly upward. "Come, Rosalie!" said he, smiling, as they stopped at .the seventh floor. "All's well that ends well. You have only been a prisoner for one short halfhour; I am going to pnt on chains for life chains of roses, of course," he added hastily. "You have had a fright; I have won a wife thanks to that delightful institution, the Lift!" Imhn fruik. m s m Protection of Water-Piaee. A device has been brought forward for protecting water-pipes against f rooting, the arrangement being based upon the fact that water in motion will remain liquid at a lower temperature than water at rest. One end of a copper rod, placed outside of the building, is secured to x bracket, aad the other end is attached lb the arm of a weighted elbow lever; to the other arm of the lever is secured a rod which passes into the building and operates a valve in the water-pipe. By means of turnbuckles the length of the copper rod can be adjusted so that before the temperature reaches the point at which there would be danger of the water in me pipes freeaing, the valve will be opened to allow a flow of water; beyond this point the valve opening will increase and the flow become more rapkt as the cold becomes more intense, and as the temperature rises the valve is closed. This plan sets up a ourrent in the pipes, which replaces the water as it grows cold by the warmer water from the main. Whether the valve be opened or closed the service-pines always in working order. if. r. 9m. C3tt9-t mt-JsHrtort tHnMMI into the office of the

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AttM sees wisetss A QUEER GIFT. A oarekes nail it me nail which was careless had torn Bert's coat, but Aunt Marion had just finished the bit of delicate darning that made the jagged rent iavieibis. She was shaking out to garment to hang it away, when something dropped from one of me pockets and fell on the earpet at her foot She picked it up a little brown leafy roll-snhfed Ha odor disdainfully, and, resisting her first inclination to toss it into the grate, slowly laid R on the table beside her. "Well, that is just what I have ausaeeted for some time." she said. "Poor Bert! I suppose he thinks himself en me sure road to manliness now." The words were spoken only to her self, however; she said nothing to any one else about it. though she sat for a few minutes with a very thoughtful face before she hung the eoat away and took up other work. If Bert missed anvthinr from his pocket, he made no inauiries. He was thankful that Aunt Marion made none, and, as she did not. he soon forgot the trifling affair in what he considered more important matters. Chief among these was his birthday, which came a few days later. and it was a verv brirht face which greeted the pareehi that lay beside bis plate at breakfast "But what is this?" he asked, widi a uu-sled look. as. in among the books, telescopes and half a dosea other things that he wanted, he discovered a neat little box holding only a short steel chain. "That? WhjLthat is a wrist ohain," answered Aunt Marion, with great ear nestness, as if the question were a surprising one. "Is it the right sine, I wonder? I had to guess at that" She came around to hie side, and lifting the eli sin. slipped a steel ring attached' to it over his little finger; then, drawing the ends of the chain down, she fast ened them around hk wrist "Fits exactly, doesn't it?" she said enthusi asticallv. "Yes'm.but-" Bert hesitated. From her manner be rasotea tnac something he ought to know all a and appreciate very highly, bo really could not see its value. "1 her manner he fancied that it was about but he What k it for. Aunt Marion?" "Why, to wear on your wrist Don't vou see?" replied his aunt, giving it another twist aad settling it to her eetHdaotion. "Some new fas km that I haven't hoard about I suppose." muttered Bert to himself, lookiag dolefully at his new adornment as he carried his treasures up to his room. "Women have a fancy for every new-fangled no- .! r r . 1 . : 1. T. . 1. : something verv nice; but I deelarel don' iKMi, so 1 pramrae Hum wiiiias miw h see the sense of it" He appreciated it still less as he went about hu morning work. It caught, tangled and obtruded itself disagreeably. "Not very. convenient" he ventured to suggest to Aunt Marion. But that lady only answered placidly: "Oh, I don't think you will mind that very much when yon get accustomed to H." So she really expected him to wear the troublesome thing aad get used to it! He was pondering the subject when his friend Ralph eame in to see the new telescope. "Hello! what are you wearing that dog-collar for?" he" questioned, curiously, as Bert displayed hie hand in arranging the glass. "It's anew thing. Didn't you ever see one before?1' asked Bert, coloring a little. "Lots of them on the nooks of canines," declared Ralph, with unceremonious frankness; "but I don't see what you want to wear one on your ami for." "Well, the fact is, I don't," confessed Bert, "but I don't know exactly what to do about it You see, it is one of mv birthday gifts some new-fashioned" arrangement that has taken auntie's fancy." It was a fashion of which Ralph had never heard, aad he said so. His visits and comments left Bert still less pleased with the odd gift he had received. At hut he decided to talk it over with Aunt Marion: "You see, I am ever so Much obliged to you, auntie, but I don't know just what to do with the thing," he explained. "What is the good of wearing it?" "Oh, I don't suppose there k any good in R," answered Aunt Marion, "Wefl, I don't think it k very ornamental, you know," ventured Bert, hesitatingly. "Oh dear, no! not the least bit ornamental," ass on ted hk aunt "And, besides, it's iaeouvenient" "Probably; but I think you would grow accustomed to that after awhile, and not notice h much." "But what k the nee of getting au to it a chain Hue that?" IamS mmmmb m eaa asLl Ben, growmg mora ana bewildered. "What would you want to wear R for?" "I? Oh, I wouldn't want to wear it for anything," declared Aunt Marion, as piacidly as before. "It k unsightly. hAcotrvenient and utlotly uiilsaa. I wouldn't wear R, but your taste might be different" "You must have a high opinion of my supply of common sense; Aunt Marion!" Bert fmehed, mdignantiy. 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