Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 12, Number 13, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 18 June 1890 — Page 3

TAKE HEART OF GRACE. * Take heart of graord often heartl And dwelt upon the tael word. Determined to assert my detm If one I met who bora that name. The years went on—alaokadav I And many maidens eame my way— Ida and Fanny, Bwi and KateBit none with whom Leered to mete. It seemed that spirits of the air Panned me dally everywhere, And piped aloud In many a place: '•Take heart—take heart—take heart of graoe t” Ah, well I knew that this was meant To keep me free from dlsoontent, And aid me In my search through life For what I needed most—a wife. And If with patience we agree To yield control to destiny, And wait her counsels, sure as fate, Reward will follow soon or late. And so we met, but Grace was shy, -And looked with sold, averted eye, Hot could I tell—ah, sad my lot 1 "whether she had a heart or not. Until one day, when }n a mood Os dark despondency I stood, Graoe kindly said: “Take heart I’’—then hushed Her voice, and very sweetly blushed. The hour had come for which I sighed 1 I asked, with flush of Joy and pride: ** May I Indeed take heart of Graoe V' I read my answer in her f aoe, And elasped her in a fond embrace. Josephine Pollard, In N. Y. Ledger. THE STRANGE STORY -OF Allan Quatennain’sWife H. RIDER HAGGARD, Author of “She,” “King Solomon’s Hines,” “Jess,” “Cleopatra,” Etc. AN AFRICAN ROMANCE.

CHAPTER Vlll— Continued. She was very simply dressed in a loose blue dress, with a wide collar, and girlled in at the waist by a little leather belt In the bosom of her robe was a bunch of orange blooms, and her rippling hair was tied in a single knot behind her shapely head. She greeted me with a smile, asking me how I had slept, tnd then held Tota up lor math kiss Under her loving care the child had been quite transformed. She was neatly •iressed in a garment of the same blue ituff that Stella wore, her fair hair was brushed; indeed, had it not been for the jsunblisters on her face and hands one (would scarcely have believed that this jwas the same child whom Indaba-zimbi land I had dragged for hour after hour jthrough the burning, waterless desort. ■ ‘Wemust breakfast alone, Mr. Allan,” phe said; “my father is so upset by your (arrival that he will not get up yet. Oh, you can not. tell how thankful I am that you have come. I have been so anxious about him of late. He grows weaker land weaker; it seems to me as though (the strength were ebbing away from him. Now he scarcely leaves the kraal; |l have to manage every thing about the Earm, and he does nothing but read and hink.” , ! Just then Hendrika entered, bearing a tjugof coffee in one hand and of milk, jin the other, which she sat down under the table, casting a-look of little lot* at Jme as she did so. _ ~~ ! “Be careful, Hendrika; you are spilling the coffee,” said Stella. “Don’t you iwonder how we come to have coffee here, Mr. Allan? I will tell you—we grow it That was my idea. Oh, I have lots of things to show you. You don’t know what we have managed to do in the time that we have been here. You see we have plenty of labor, for the people about look upon my father as their chief. ” “Yes”’ I said, “but how do you get all of these luxuries of civilization?” and I pointed to the books, the crockery and the knives and forks. “Very simply. Most of the hooks my father brought with him when we first trekked into the wilds; there was nearly a wagon-load of them. But every three years we have sent an expedition of these wagons right down to Port Natal. The wagons are loaded with ivory and other goods, and come back with all kinds of things that have been sent out from England for us. You see, although we live in this • wild place, we are not . altogethei cut off. "We can send runners to Natal and back in three months, and the wagons get there and back in a year. The last lot arrived quite base about three months ago. Our servants are very faithful and some of them speak Dutch well.” “Have you ever been wlth.the wagons?” I asked. ? ; “Since I was a child I have never been pnore than thirty miles from Babyan’s Teak,” she answered. “Do you know, (Mr. Allan, that you are, with one exception, the first Englishman that I have {known out of a book. I suppose that I must aeera very wild and savage to you, but I have had one advantage, a good education. My lather has taught me every [thing, and perhaps I know some things |that you don’t. I can read French and (German, for instance. I think that my [father’s first idea was to let me ran wild Altogether, hut he gave it up.” . “And don’t you wish to go into tho world?” I asked. “Sometimes,” she said, “when I get But perhaps my father is right perhaps it would frighten and bewilder me. At any rate he would never return to civilization. It Is his idea, you know, though I am sure I do not know where he got It from, nor why he can not hear that our name should be spoken, jin short, Mr. Quatermain, we do not make our lives, we must take them as iwe find them. Have you done your {breakfast? Let us go out and I will •bow you our domain.” | I rose and went to my sleeping-place ito fetch my hat. When I returned Mr. Carson—for after all that was his name, (though he would never allow it to be spoken-—>iad come into the but. He felt (better now, he said, and would accomKany us on our walk if Stella would give im an arm. So we started, and after us oame Henidrika with Tota and old Indaba-zimbi, [whom I found sitting outside as fresh as [paint. Nothing could tire that old man. The view from the platform was almost as beautiful as that from the lower [ground looking up to the peak. The

marble kraals, as I have said, faced west, consequently all the upper terrace lay in the shadow of the great peak till aearly eleven o’clock in the morning, which was a great advantage in that warn latitude. First we walked through the garden, which was beautifully cultivated, and one of the most productive that I ever saw. There were three or tour natives working in it, and they all saluted my host as “Baba,” or father. Then we visited the other two groups of marble huts. One of these was used tor stables and outbuildings, the other as storehouses, the oenter hut having been, however, turned into a chapel Hr. Carson was not ordained, but he earnestly tried to convert the natives, most of whom were refugees who had come to him for shelter, and he praot ced the more elementary rites of the church for so long that I think he began to believe that he really was a clergyman. For instance, he always married those of his people who would consent to a monogamous existence and baptised theii children. When we had examined these wonderful remains of antiquity, the marble huts, and admired the orange trees, the vines and fruits which thrive like weeds in this marvel ous soil and climate, we descended to the next platlorm and saw the farming operations in full swing. I think that it was the best farm I have ever seen in Africa. There was ample water for purposes of irrigation, the grass lands be low gave pasturage for hundreds of head of cattle' and horses, and, for natives, the people were most industrious. Moreover, the whole place was managed by Mr. Carson on the cooperative system; he only took a tithe of the produce—indeed, in this land of teeming plenty, what was he to do with more? Consequently the tribemen, who, by the way, called themselves the ‘Children of Thomas,” were able to accumulate considerable wealth. All their disputes were referred to their “father.” and he also was judge of offenses and crimes. Some were punished by imprisonment, whipping and loss of goods, other and grave# transgressions by expulsion from the community, a fiat which to one of these favored natives must have seemed as heavy as the decree that drove Adam from the garden of Eden.

Old Mr. Carson leaned upon his daughter’s arm and contemplated the scene with pride. “I have, done all this, Allan Quatermain,” he said. “When renouncing civilization first, I wandered here by ohance; seeking a home in the remotest places in the world, I found this lonely spot a wilderness. Nothing was to be seen except the site, the ’domes of the marble huts and the waterfalls. I took possession of the huts. I cleared the patch of garden land and planted the orange grove. I had only six natives then, but by degrees others joined me; now my tribe is a thousand strong. Here we live in profound peace and plenty. I have all I need, and I ask no more. Heaven has prospered me so far—may it be so to the end, which for me draws nigh. And. now I am tired and will go back. If you wish to see the old quarry and the mouth of the ancient mines, Stella will show them to you. No, my love, you need not trouble to coma. I can manage alone. Look, some of the head men are waiting to see me.” So he went, but, still followed by Hendrika and Indaba-zimbi, we turned, and, walking along the bank of one of the rivers, passed up behind the marble kraals, and came to the quarry, whence the material had been cut in some remote age. The pit opened up a very thick seam of the whitest and most beautiful marble. I know another like it in Natal. But by whom it had been worked I can not say. Not by natives, that is certain, though the builders of the kraals had condescended to borrow the shape of native huts for their model. The only relic of those builders that I over saw was a highly-finished bronze pick-axe which Stella found one day in the quarry. After we had examined the quarry we climbed the slope of the hill till we came to the mouth of the ancient mines situated in a kind of gorge. I believe them to have been silver mines. The gorge was long and narrow, and the moment we entered it there rose from every side a sound of groaning and barking that was almost enough to deafen one. I knew what it was at once; the whole place was filled with baboons, which clambered down the rocks towards us from every direction, in a manner that struck me as being unusually fearless. Stella turned a little pale and clung to my arm. ■ ... ~ - r r“lt is very silly of me,” she whispered. “I am not at all nervous, but I can not bear the sight of those animals ever since they killed Hendrik. I always think there is something human about them.”

Meanwhile the baboons came nearer, talking to each other as they oame. Tota began to cry and clang to Stella. Stella olnng to roe, while I and Indabazimbi put as bold a front on the matter as we could. Only Hendrika stood looking at the brutes with an unconcerned smile on her monkey face. When the great apes were quite near she suddenly called out aloud. Instantly they stopped their hideous clamor as though at a word of command. Then Hendrika addressed them. I can only describe it so. That is to say, that they began to make a noise such as baboons do when they converse with each other. I have known Hottentots and Bushmen who said that they could talk with the baboons and understand their language, but I confess I never heard it done before or since. From the mouth of Hendrika came a succession of grunts, groans, squeaks, clicks and every other abominable noisq that can be conceived. To my mind the whole conveyed an idea of expostulation. At any rate the baboons listened. One of them grunted back some answer, and then the whole mob drew off to the rocks. I stood astonished, and without a word we turned hack to the kraal, for Hendrika was too close for me to speak. When we reached the dining-hut Stella went in, followed by Hendrika. But In-daba-zimbi plucked roe by the sleeve, and I stopped outside. “Macumazabn.” he said, “Babooa-

woman devil-woman. Be careful, Hscumazahn. She lovea that Star (the natives aptly enough called Stella the Star), and is jealous. Be oareful, Meoumazahn, or the Star will set!" CHAPTER IX. It is very difficult for me to describe the period which elapsed between my arrival at Babyan’s Peak and my marriage with Stella. When I look back on it it seems sweet as with the odor of flowers and dim as with the happy dusk of Bummer eves, while through the sweetness comes the sound of Stella’s voice and through the gloom shines the starlight of her eyes. I think that we loved each other from the first, though for awhile we said no word of love. Day by day I went abont the place with 'her, accompanied by little Tota and Hendrika only, while she attended to the thousand and one matters whioh her father’s ever-growing weakness had laid upon her; or, rather, as time drew on, I attended to the business and she accompanied me. All day through we were together. Then after supper,when the night had fallen, we would walk together in the garden and come in at length to hear her father read aloud, sometimes from the works of a poet, sometimes from history, or, if he did not feel well, Stella would read, and when this was done Mr. Carson would celebrate a short form of prayer, and we would separate till the morning once more brought our happy hour of meeting. So the weeks went by, and with every week I grew to know my darling better. Often, I wonder now, if my fond fancy deceives me, or if indeed there are women as sweet and dear as she. Was it solitude that had given such depth and gentleness to her? Was it the long years of communing with nature that had endowed her with such peculiar graoe, the grace we find in opening flowers and budding trees? Had she caught that murmuring voice from the sound of the streams that fall contin ually about her rocky home? Was it the tenderness of the evening sky beneath which she loved to walk that lay like a shadow on her face, and the light of the evening stars that shone in her

AND CAME IN TO HEAR HER FATHER READ. quiet eyes? At the least to me she was the realization Os the dream which haunts the sleep of sin-stained men; so my memory paints her, so I hope to find her when at last the sleep has rolled away and the fevered dreams are done. At last there came a day—the most blessed of my life, when we told our love. We had been together all the morning, hut after dinner Mr. Carson was so unwell that Stella stopped in with him. At supper we met again, and after supper, when she had put little Tota, to whom she had grown much attached, to bed, we went out, leaving Mr. Carson dozing on the couch. The night was warm and lovely, and without speaking we walked up the garden to the orange grove down there upon a rock. There was a little breeze which shook the petals of the orange bloom over us in showers, and bore their delicate fragrance far and wide. Silence reigned around, broken only by the sound of the falling waterfalls that now died to a faint murmur, and now, as the wavering breeze turned, boomed loudly in our ears. The moon was not yet visible, but already the dark clouds that floated through the sky above us—for there had been rain—showed a glow of silver, telling us that she shono brightly behind the peak. Stella began to talk in her low, gentle voice, telling me of. her life in the wilderness, how she had grown to love it, how her mind had gone on from idea to idea, and howshepiet* ured the great rushing world that she had never seen as it was reflected to her from the books which-she had read. It was a curious vision of life that she had; things were out of proportion in it; it was more like a dream than a reality — a mirage than the actual face of things. The idea of great cities, and especially of London, had a kind of fascination for her; she could scarcely realize the rush, the roar and hurry, the hard crowds of men and women, strangers each to each, feverishly seeking for wealth and pleasure beneath .a murky sky, and treading one another down in the fory of their ccta petition. “What is it all for?” she asked, earnestly. “What do they seek? Having. -so few years to live, why do they waste them thus?”

I told her that in the majority of instances it was actual hard necessity that drove them on, but she could scarcely realize it. Living as she had done in the midst of the teeming plenty of the fruitful earth, she did not seem to understand that there are millions who from day to day know not how to stay their hunger. “I never want to go there,” she went on, “I should be bewildered and frightened to death. It is not natural to live like that. God put Adam and Eve in a garden, and that is how He meant their children to live—in peace, and looking always on beautiful This is my idea of perfect life. 1 want no other.” “I thought that you once told me that you found it lonely,” I said. “Sol did,” she answered, innocently, “but that was before you came. Now I am not lonely any more, and it is per-fect-perfect as the night.” Just then the full moon arose above

the elbow of the peak, Mai her rays stale far and wide down tba misty valley, gleaming on the water brooding on tho plain, searching out tho hidden places of tho rooks, wrapping tho fair form of nature as in a silver bridal vail'through which her beauty shone mysteriously. Stella looked down the terraced valley; she turned and looked up at the scarred face of the golden moon, and then Bhe looked at me. The beauty of the night was about her face, the scent of the night was on her hair, the mystery of the night shone in her shadowed eyes. She looked at ifie, I looked at her, and all our hearts’ love blossomed within us. We spoke no word —we had no words to speak, but slowly we drew near, till lips were pressed to lips as we kissed our eternal troth. It was she who broke that holy silence, speaking in a changed voioe, in soft deep notes that thrilled me like the lowest ohords of a smitten harp. “Ah, now I understand,” she said. “Now I know why we are lonely, and how we can lose our loneliness. Now I know what it is that stirs us in the beauty of the sky, in the sound of water and in the scent of flowers. It is love that speaks in every thing, but till we hear his voice we understand nothing. But when we hear, then the riddle is answered, and the gates of our heart are opened, and, Allan, we see the way that wends through death to Heaven, and is lost In the glory of whioh our love is but a shadow. . „

“Let us go in, Allan. Let as go before the spell breaks, so that whatever comes to us, sorrow, death or separations we may always have this perfect memory to save us.” I rose like a man in a dream, still holding her by the hand. Bui as I rose my eye fell upon something that gleamed white among the foliage of the orange bush by my side. I said nothing, but looked. The breeze stirred the orange leaves, the moonlight struck for a moment full upon the white object. It was the face of Hendrika, the bab-yan-woman, as Indaba-zimbi had called her, and on it was a glare of hate that made me shudder. I said nothing; the face vanished, and just then I heard a baboon bark in the rocks behind. Then we went down the.garden, and Stella passed into the oenter hut I saw Hendrika standing in the shadow neat the door, and went up to her. “Hendrika,” I said, “why were yott watching Miss Stella and myself la tbs garden?,” She drew her lips up till her teeth gleamed in the moonlight. “Have I not watched her then many years, Macumazahn? Shall I cease to watch her because a wandering whits man comes to steal her? Why were you kissing her in the garden, Maoumazahn? How dare you kiss her who is a star?” “I kissed her because I love her, and because she loves me,” I answered. “What has that to do *ith you, Hendrika?" [TO BE CONTINUED.]

THE EXPERT ACCOUNTANT. Soma of the Doing! of the Mon Wha Work at Figure*. The expert accountant U one 6f the necessities of modern civilisation. He knows all the intricacies of figures and account books. He is indispensable to the great corporations. H can take great masses of books and evolve a balance sheet He compiles reports; he adjusts averages for the insurance companies, he is called in to settle the business arrangements Os railroads and stock companies, and gets order out of chaotic masses of figures. He knows how to make annual reports look attractive, and not unfrequently makos ugly accounts look straight. One of the most Important functions of the expert accountant is to show up defaulters. It often happens that business men find their affairs getting entangled. They know they havo boon making money; but, somehow, they aro running behind.-They have relied upon some trusted book-keeper. So far as they can see the books are all right, but tho results are unsatisfactory. They do not like to suspect the trusted servant, but they want to be satisfied. Tho expert accountant is called in.wlth great secrecy and ordered to go over the books at night. Then the exposure comes; the crooked accounts are exposed; the forced balance is shown up; the amount of tho defalcation It set down in plain figures. It is surprising how many conoernt there are doing large business who are absolutely dependent upon their bookkeepers, and are utterly helpless to find out exactly where the trouble is, although they tuay be convinced that something is wrong. The expert accountant may strike it at the first glance. He may delve for weeks before he reaches the solution. He learns lots of secrets, but is dumb as an oyster, and keeps his discoveries only for the ear of the employer. If hois kind-heart-ed he advises the defaulter to pay up before the exposure comes. Thera are a number of expert accountants in New York who make a business of unraveling tough accounts. Their charges are high, but they aro in great demand. It is said to be almost an Invariable rule that when an expert accountant Is called in to go over cooked account book3 the culprit will own up and help in getting a correct statement—N. Y. San.

In tho United States all canned provisions that are hermetically sealed are packed in cans made Os tin-plate—l. e., sheet-iron superficially alloyed with tin. This article is imported exclusively from England and is subject to aa import duty of one cept per pound. The average import for the past three years has been 8,600,000 boxes, which paid in duties £792,000. .No tin-plate is manufactured iu tho United States. In Baltimore City alone 130,000,000 cans are manufactured every year, and 2,000,000 pounds of solder are consumed In making them. \ . “Hr7.7.v” waa once a respectabU housewife; a “knave” was simply a boy the German, knave of to-day, and a “caitiff” was In the first plana merely $ captive.

FOR LITTLE PEOPLE TEN BABY TOES. Thsre were ten little fellows who started u day wf™ To make bn the road of existence their way. To aeek for Its Joys end to meet with Its woes. And the name they were known by waa Ten ltaby Toes, five got (none sook,and declared they were Right, -And found a fine dwelling, snug, pleasant und tight; And then the five others, of brothers bereft. Jumped Into another, and said they were Left. With eaoh, Master Big Toe, he marched at one aide (Two Big Toes were brothers) to strengthen and guide; And he Is the stoutest of all the five toes. As he ought to be, getting suoh “stubs” as he goes. Sometimes Right was foremost, end left Lett behind, ~ Then Left In the front, with Right left you would find; But however these brothers In rivalry vied, Whenever they rested they ctood side by side. They shared the eame burden—the baby above— And mother declared that they shared the same love, And all Just as precious, since every one knows That Baby can’t spare the least one of his Toes. Together they’ll Jog to meet quiet or strife, From the bright rosy dawn to the evening of life. When their Journey wlllena; but to-night they must go To the chamber above from the parlor below. Up stairs they must go, to themothor avers, The whole of them clasped In those soft hands of hers. Where she’ll put them to bed, and the curtains she'll close. For thoy’re all vory sleepy, those .Ten Baby Toos. * —Thomas Dunn English, In Harper’s Young People.

CAMPING OUT. Unde Berry's Story of the Boy Who Wasn’t Afraid or Any Thing. Toll you a story? What shall I tell you about? “Any thing,” eh? Well, will you promise not to ask one question until I’m all through? You will'? Liston, then. Throe yearß ago last May Mr. Jones came to Bee mo one night. He wanted to know if I was going camping that summer, and If I were would I take his Bob with me? Now Mr. Jones had promised to let Bob go if he passed his examination in school, and Bob had not only passed but taken the highest honors in his room. Well, after some talk I agreed to take him along. Whew, hold on now, stop, I thought you weren’t going to ask any questions. “How old was Bob?” Thirteen. “Was he a nice boy?" About the average, I guess. But, see here. If you don’t wait until I get through I’m going to quit. Ho remember. I went to bod that night with a presentiment that something was going to happen, and no wonder. Hix o’clock the next morning my door-bell rang as if it had a fit. I got up, dressed hurriedly, expecting to find the house on fire, at thh very least. But as I unlocked theijoor, lo arid behold! there came a voice from without saying: “Oh, hurry up. I’m Bob. I’ve come over to talk about going camping, and I’ve only got an hour." And In he jumped, before I could say a word. Then what an hour, and what a criss-cross examination. It makos me shudder to think of it. “Were there any bears where we were going? And how about killing ducks with a sling shot? Did I think he was big for his age? Could he use my gun just once? Could he swim all alone? Did I use worms for bait? Were we going to have a tent and do our own cooking? Would I feel of that muscle? And could ho bring home some game and have it stuffed?” Finally to my groat relief he ran down, or at least, got hungry, and went home. Ho came again that afternoon. I was out. Then he came In tho evening. After that It was about three times a day. One night he came fairly boiling over. His father had bought him a gun—a nice, light shot-gun. That settled it. From that minute hears grew tamo; ho wanted something larger and fleroer. Ills courage was amazing. I soon began to think I would havo no chance at the gamo at all. Well, after repeated attempts to convince mo that May was better than June, and Juno better than July for camping out, the time came for us to go. Four days before we started it rained and he nearly went wild for fear there Should be no fine weather that summer. At last tho wlshed-for day oame bright and clear, and he absolutely refused to leave me for a minute. I hired a man to cook and do the camp work, who was to meni us at the depot. He was not there when we arrived and Bob was positive be would disappoint us and we should miss the train. But be didn't all the same. At the last moment Mr. Jones told the young chap not to be afraid to sleep In the tent, as I would take good care of him.' “Well, now be guessed he’d never been afraid of any thing in his life, and as for sleeping in a tent, ho had never wanted to sleep anywhere else.” After a two days’ ride in the cars we arrived all right. My man (whose name was Pat Murphy) hired a farmer to haul our things to the lake, ten miles from the railroad, where we were to camp. Bob was at once on the watch for game, and we had not got more than a mile, when be saw some birds flying over head. Bang, went his gun. We never foundout whether be hit any thing except the bottom of tho wagon. But that was enough for us just then. The gun kicked him clear off the seat, scared the horses Into a run, and frightened the farmer. Bob did no more shooting during that ride. About two o'clock we reached the lake, and it looked cool and pleasant after our long ride in the sun. Pat and I soon got the tent up with Bob's help. Ho helped in this way: He drove two stakes, splitting both, but he felt very sorry for It; then he spilt a package of tea, lot one of the oars get afloat, anl skinned his knee. You see he carried hie gun all the time tor fear some game nflgbi come along, and ait made is • very awkward when ha attempted to do say

thing else. We had two hours of daylight left, after getting settled, so we dug some worms, and started in tho boat for a mess of fish for supper. Bob threw la a common line and legit drag as we sailed along. All of sudden he shouted, “Stop her ! Stop her l Oh! I’ve got a whale on my linsi Oh 11 can’t hold it! Stop her, quick !' r When I pulled the line in for him, we foaad he had caught a big four-pound—-turtle. My ! but he was mad. Well, we started off again, soon anchored, and began to fish in earnest Bob had splendid luok, while mine was very poor. But I was afraid he would tip the host over a dozen times, be was so excited. When we bad caught enough fish for supper, I wanted to return, but he begged so hard to '“jutt catth one more," that the sun was going down as we landed. Our camp was on the west aide of the lake, where the woods came almost to the edge es the water. As the sun went down, it shone through the trees, making them look as though they were on fire. Now Bob had been so interested fishing he had not noticed the sun go down, and as we were sailing back I saw he kepi glancing at the woods. So as we landed I said to Pat, with a wink: “Be ready to move the things to the boat if the fire comes this way.” “Oh, sure, sor an’ it’s meself that’s got thim all ready. For whia Oi seed thim woods, Oi says ter meself, says Oi, ‘Pat, if that foir should come this way, sorry a won thing would there be left after it got through wld thim.’ So they’re all ready. But sure your supper’s ready, too.”

Bob took it all in and was so soared that he wanted to more to the othei side of the lake, olaiming that he thought it was so much nloer over there. He oould scarcely eat any thing, for going every little while to the boat to see if the sails, oars, etc., were all right. After supper we explained it to him. Os courie , he knew all the time we were “fooling,” hut he looked very much relieved. We had a. fine swim, and then Pat built a smudge to keep away mosquitoes and told a yarn about a orazy man who lived on an Uland in the lake, who laughed and halloed when he felt particularly bad. Then we went to bed. I noticod that Bob was rather shaky as he undressod, but thought ho was shivering because the wind was so cold. About eleven o’olook something woke me, I heard a noise and sat up to listen. Tho flap of the tent was fastoned back to let In the air, and the moonlight waa shining full In Bob’s face, whioh was as white as snow. He was orylng and sobbing as though his heart would break. I went to him and shook him, whereupon ho gave a yell and began to plead and beg me not to hurl him. “On! I’ll go right back home! Please! Oh, please let me off this once! I wasn’t going near your Island—indeed, I wasn’t! What! is It you, Unole Harry? Oh, you won’t let him get me, will you, dear, good Unole Harry?” I could not think what was the matter with the boy when Pat, who hut just awakened, began to grin, then he laughed, roltod i over, roarod, rolled over again, andfilfily caught his breath enough to splutter: “Ooh, sure, and its tha 4 t horrid burd untimely: Poor bye,, no wonder he’s scared. That burd would scare a orazy mot sensible. There she goes sgln, sorr,” and, sure enough, from way off in tho distance oame the most awful cry, whine, laugh, moan, or combination of all four, that mortal man ever heard. Then It seemed to come nearer, then It died out only to start again louder than ever. Suddenly it struck mo I knew what it was, and I did. It was only that noisy, sly, nlght-tird—-tho Loon or devil bird. It seoms Bob had waked up a short time before ha awoke me and had lain quietly watching the moon when a terrible shape, with eyes of fire, crept into the light, looked at him and laughed. “It seems to move without walking,” he said. [lt was a wild-cat we found out after.] And the next Instant he heard the Loon cry and thought the crazy man and his. last hour had surely borne. He was (I don’t wonder that he was) terribly frightened and clung to me for a long time, but we soon convinced him-thero was nothing to fear. I made him turn in with me for the remainder of the night, which passed without any further disturbance. But his scare taught him a good lesson, for he never did any more boasting about not being afraid ot any thing. We stayed several weeks at the camp, and when we went back Bob took five ducks, four rabbits, two squirrels and a few birds home with him, and he killed \bem all himself, too.—Unole Harry, in Detroit Free Press.

DO YOU KNOW Whr a Clear Night In Winter If Cold and a Cloudy Night Warm? Who has not noticad that a Tory dear night in the winter-time is very cold, while a doudy night is warm? There in a reason for-thls, as there is for every thing else that occurs in nature. During the day the sun’s rays come down and warm the surface of the earth. Even if there is snow on the ground, it absorbs much heat while the sun is shining. But at night, when there is no longer any warmth coming into the earth from above, it begins to 000 l off, until it has lost all its heat. * Now, if the night is dear, if there are jio clouds, the heat will rise and be lost in the upper air, just as the heat from a stove placed in the open air would rise and be lost That is, it would be wasted. But if there are clouds the heat csa not rise above them, and it is much t'se same as if a root were built over the stove in the open alt Hence, when there are clouds, it is as it we were in a very great room, of which the clouds themselves are the oeiling and the earth the floor from which heat is rising. This is the reason that a clear night is cold and a cloudy one warm.-—C. M. Hayes, in Santa Claus. —A barrister was explaining to a lady whom he met at dinner the other evening for thp first time after a lapse of some years, that he bad given p his profession and taken to oommeroe. “Ah, I see,” said the lady—“given tp the lew, and taken to the ptofttak”