Rensselaer Republican, Volume 18, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 May 1886 — Page 6

TUB Mastkk o» ywß boost. _ .. MX «W MRB R* cannot walk, he cannot "peak. Nothing he know* of hook, an.l man. Ha I* the weakost of the weak, An<l ha* not «tn<n«th to bnM a pan; He l.ae no pocket an«l no pume, Nor ever yet baa owned a penny. But ha* more riche* tnan hi* nur**, Baoaoto he want* not any. H - rale* hi* parent* by a cry, An i bold* them Captive by a trail*, A dcapot. atro&K through infancy, A king from lack of guile. He lle* upon bill back ami crow*. Or look* with grave eye* on hi* mother. What can he mean r Hut I suppose They understand each other. Indoors or out, early or late. There i* no limit to hi* sway. For, wrapped in baby r.>l >< eof state. He i events night and day. Kln*>sbals is s* iiiiilifnl due. And, Turk-litre ha* his slaves to dree* him. Hi* subjects bend before him, too, I'm one of them, him I —London Specfofor. DOf.tr. We were schoolfellow*, Dolly and L At a little dam* school in the turn close by; I oarried her book*, and she held ray band— Two innocent children of (jod's.own hand. Wa would marry when we grew up, wo said, Grave plan* far the time to come we laid— A amal) boy I, and a wee girl «lie, fa those b\gone days - all ure I all me 1 We grew—we wore merried--Dolly and I, Attn# quaint old church Jn the town close by; The farm was purchased, the feet were paid—*Wbat a blithe young couple I" the n< ighbort said. And ao we were till the.winds blow bleak. And chilled the roses on Dolly'* cheek. Uke the waning tido of a wavelet* sea. Her life ebbed gently—ah meah me 1 B yon want to know why I ofttimes sigh. Ton must come with me to the town close by; Ton must see the church where our vows were liid, And the mound that covers the restful dead, Far my love I* sleeping the quiet sleep That the Shepherd gives to His wearied sheep— And the world is not what It used to be, Bra it* sunlight faded for her and me. —Chambers' Journal.

HARRY’S NEW HOME.

BY LAURA J. ARTER.

“What is the matter, Bessie? You look pale enough to scare one, and Ido believe you’ve been crying!” “Oh! I’m just as wretched as I can be, Josie. My head aches dreadfully, and the baby fretted nearly all night, and—and Harry forgot to kiss me this morning.” Here the little woman broke down in tears, while Josie, unused to snch outbursts of feeling from her quiet sister, essayed a word of comfort, as she rescued the threeweeks old baby from its heap of soft blankets, and set about the work of dressing it. “Never mind, Bess, the headache will soon pass off, and the baby is sweet enough new, to make up for bis bad behavior of the night, and Harry will give you two kisses when he comes home, to atone for the omission this morning." Then she began talking to the little pink baby, who blinked his eyes in the light, and' looked as if he had never cried in his short life. “Oh! yon blessed little baby! You darling, softmousey—auntie could hug the life out of you this minute. Do you know, Bessie,'l think his eyes are just like yours, and his head is shaped for all the world like his papa’s.” A sob was the only response, and Josie looked up in surprise, to lind her sister Still weeping. .“Bess, wbpt does ail you? You've not told me everything yet, 1 feel sure, because it isn’t at all like you to err about such trifles. There’s some trouble on your mind that you’re trying to conceal from tne. Vhaf isit.'" ... :; ' Between her sobs, poor Bessie related her •tory. “I thought at first I’d never tell anyone, if it killed me, but oh! I’m so miserable I cant help confiding in you, Josie. You we I've been thinking for several weeks that there was a change in Harry. He ■earned so preoccupied, so—l can hardly explain it, but I felt he was concealing something from me. "Well, this morning he had been walking baby to sleep, and as he laid him down on the bod, a folded paper dropped out of his pocket. He didn't notice it, and I never thought of it again, until he had been gone some time, when I accidentally touched it with my hand, and almost without realizing what I was doing, commenoed reading it. Here it is. ” And covering her face with her hands, Mrs. Mitchell tried to shut out her misery. 3one's pretty face grew scarlet with indignation, as she read: ‘Dear Clara:— l am so afraid of arousing suspicion that I dare not come around this morning, though I long to do so. What do you think of the pictures? Are they not lovely? They will help to make our little home bright and beautiful, though there will be one dear, faithful one there who would make any home full of gladness for me. But I’ve no time now for sentiment—Til save mv love-talk for the happy evenings which will noon be here. “I am glad you are pleased with the carpet; your taste is so exquisite I feared I could not •nit yon. The piano will be here next week—a Steinwav, of course. What a little witch you are to lead one into extravagances. “My life has been cramped and pinched since my marriage, but now I am coming out of the shadows into the sunshine. 'What a fortunate thing- that no one in the place is acquainted with you. If thev were, it might lead to awkward revelations. Til be around this evening for an hour or two. Til tell Bessie I'm going to a meeting. It is foolkh, i know, bnt I almost feel sOrrv to deceive her so, but of course it can’t be helped. ‘Lovingly, “Harry." Josie ground her little white teeth together as she finished, add her wrath broke forth in a storm of angry words. “The base, deceitful wretch! I never could have believed it of him, had I not seen this letter with my own ejes. I don’t see how he dare look you in the face again. No wonder he forgot to kiss you! I just wish I were a man—l’d thrash him within an inch pf his life—l would indeed. Oh, you poor, innocent little baby, Aunt Josie wooldrather see you dead than to know you would ever be such a perfidious wretch as your father.” In spite of her savage and rather unwomanly words, Josie shed some very womanly tears, over the soft, baby face •he had gathered up close to her heart Baby, as if in sympathy, set up a vigorous cry, which spoke volumes for the strength of his lungs, and Josie tried in vain to pacify him. In the midst of this distress, a gentle rap was beard at the door, and Mre. Mitchell hurriedly spread a handkerchief over her face, and feigned sleep, while Josie poked the tell-tale letter into the fire, applied a wet towel to her eyes for a moment, and then, with a hypocritically cheerful countenance, opened the door. A little, fat dumpling of a woman hastened into the room, seeming to have brought some of the sunshine in with her. "Good morning. Josie! How is Mrs. Mitchell this morning? Dear, dear, baby, do stop crying—you’ll ’waken your mamma if yon don’t. Give him to me, Josie. You don’t know bow to manage him. Poor little thing! Did Aunt Josie stick pins in him? There—there—there!” Apd baby, as if yielding to the soothing voice and motherly touch, stopped crying, and did not renew it, all through ttie trying process of bathing and dressing. Finally,

«h*ta*k completed. Mrs. Moore held him up for in*|>ectiou, a Urge quantity of flannel, liuen. tucks, and embroidery, and a very small amount of baby. A few feminine rhftjwotiies from (he two ladies followed, of course, and then Mrs. Moore, little su-peeling the pain she was causing, said:! . ' •*, ‘•Wasu’t Sirs. Mitchell delighted with ~f|> oxqniaiU. so fifc-like. and the very ones she. adnrtrert so much when we wore down tosjn together one day. [She could scarcely pass them, but she said she could not afford to buy them. 1 was glad for her, when I saw Mr. Mitchell purchasing them. By the way, who was tin* young Indy helping him to select those benuiiful vases the other day? 4 happened into Newell A Howard’s while they Were in there! 1 She renllv has one of the sweetest fuces'l ever “i 1 ,' 1 ' ' , —• — The~fte6H‘, Stek~wlfe, listening with thepainful eagerness which only a heart filled with love, grief, and jealousy con know, coqld liof repress a slight moan, and Josie, glad Pf any excuse to keep from replying, got up hastily and busied herself about the bed. Mrs. Moore laid baby down in his crib, and fearing that further conversation might disturb Mrs. Mitchell, slipped quietly tmt of the room, promising tp come in and dress bnliy-again next day. As soon ns the door closed, Josie stooped down and put her arms around her sister’s neck. “My poor darling! It seems too cruel—it hi unjust to the last degree that yon should have to suffer so. Just think how you have economized ever since yonr marriage, working late and early, and often beyond yonr strength, nlwnys patiently sacrificing yonr own pleasure, for, the sake of helping Harry and not being a burden to him. And you’ve worn your old dresßes, and half starved your intellect, because books cost so much. and have hardly allowed yourself to think of music even, m.nch ns you lovo it, fearing Harry might think you felt the need of a ptlfli"- ■ • • . ' ;■ '

“He could not get one for you —for one of the best and most devoted wives in the world, but he-can buy an elegant one for this wretched girl, with her pretty young face, which has made him lose all sense of shame and honor.” And Josie’s black eyes snapped scornfully, in spite of her tears. “Don’t—don’t, Josie! I can’t bear to hear it all. Oh! 1 have tried so hard to be a good wife to him, working and saving gladly, because 1 was so anxious for a dear home of Our own, where I could have a little yard with a few tea-roses and vines to make it benutiful. What have my sweet dreams come to? A black, miserable end. I have not even my husband’s love. Oh! Josie, how can I bear it? Were it not for my sweet baby, I should pray to die.” “Don't talk übout dying, Bess. I’d live, just to spite him—the unfeeling monster! Get well just as fast as you can, and we’ll at least have the comfort of letting the guilty creatures know that we are not blinded. I’ll follow Harry down town to-night, when he goes to that meeting. which will be the first step towards proving bis guilt, and meantime, you must pretend ignorance, wifely trust, and all that.” So Josie, planning away eagerly, began to feel quite detective-like, and had not her sister been so miserable, would rather have enjoyed the novelty of being an “avenger.” Mrs. Mitchell appeared at the tea-table that night for the first time since her illness. Josie had coaxed her to wear one of her own pretty wrappers, and had arranged the mass of soft,brown hair quite artistically. And Mrs. Mitchell looked very pretty indeed, for her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed with excitement, And the little hands, usually brown from hard work, were now white as lilies. Josie looked at her admiringly, and wondered if Harry com Id have the heart to leave her for the sake of thut other woman. It seemed that he had indeed become hardened enough even for that, for after almost carrying his wife into the little parlor, and affectionately arranging the pillows on the lounge for her, he picked up his hat and said, half apologetically, that it was too bad, but he had to attend a meeting down town. He flushed up hotly when Josie asked what kind of a meeting, and where it was to be held, and murmuring something about important business in a distant part of the city,' hurried from the room. Josie was on her feet in a moment, and jerking on her hat and cloak* rushed out of the door just in time to see Harry jump into a hack and drive rapidly away. Feeling very much like crying, she returned to comfort her sister, who was heart-sick and wretched. Mr. Mitchell came home at half past ten that night, but as Josie had gone to bed, and his wife pretended to be sleeping, he was saved the annoyance of being questioned. Thanking his stars for this good lnck, he crept quietly into bed, without rousing either wife or baby. ; . , Mrs. Mitchell bore up bravely under her trials. With a pure conscience and clear, steady mind, she determined not to sink under trouble, but, in doing her duty, to rise above it. Josie, more passionate and impetuous than her sister, could scarcely restrain her indignation, and never ceased iher scrutiny of hex brother-in-law’s conduct. Her vigilance was at last rewarded, by finding a card which Harry dropped as he sat at dinner one day, It "was simply the number of a house—3Bl street—but somehow, with woman's intuition, she felt that it was the number of that house. So, that night, as soon as Mr. Mitchell left the house, Josie procured a carriage, and the two ladies were soon driving towards Elm street. Telling the driver to wait till they returned, Josie and her sister stopped a moment before entering the gate, to look aronnd them. It was a clear, moonlight night, and they could distinctly see a pretty yard with a shell walk winding in and out amidst the shrubbery, and beyond it a neat brick house, substantial and home-like. They, advanced slowly up the waTk, scarcely knowing what to do next, their courage gradually' deserting them. By some kind of carelessness or lucky chance, the front door had been left slightly ajar. Josie stood with her hand on the bell, when the sonnd of Mr. Mitchell's voice within caused her to change her mii.fi, and quietly pushing open the door she entered, beckoning to her sister to follow her. t They found themselves in a pretty hall, where the gas was burning bnt dimly. Mr. Mitchell s hat and overcoat hung on the hat-rack, with a kind as at-home air, that sent a pang through his wife’s heart They stopped a moment to gain courage, and then walked quietly to the door of the parlor, where they heard Harry talking. Looking in, they saw a pretty, large room beautifully carpeted, with handsome furniture, several fine pictures ou the walls, an elegant piano, and an artistic mantel covered with lovely bric-a-brac, underneath which a bright grate fire was sparkling and glowing. A fantastic table was covered with pots of flowers in full blossom—roses, pansies, and primroses lending their sweetness to add to the attractiveness of the room. Mr. Mitchell stood before the fire, a picture of contentment Beside him stood a young girl, dressed with quiet elegance, her golden hair done up high on her pretty, ! shapely bead, her sweet face turned up to look at the tall man beside her, her violet ] eyes full of admiring fondness.

Mm. Mitchell drew a short, agonized breath. as she saw her happy rival, but no word escaped lior white lips. “Well, it really is pleasant here now, isn’t it, Clnnv? Do you know, sine* | bare become accustomed to this delightful Louse, the poor little pirlor at 'home ha* begun to look so dim ami cheerlea* that I wonder how wc ever could have lived in It ail these years. But for yon, I might hard gene in tfce sa'niie - mky year* 1 ' longer. Wei!, 1 aui thankful those limes are past, and I intend to liegin enjoying life now.” Then suddenly changing hit tone, be said: . ■ - ■ , : ■. ' .. “I half believe that shrewd llUIe sister-in-law of mine has Mgun to suspect something. Shu Las kept me in constant fear of discovery for week past. ,_Aud I actually feel conscience - stricken h*-sti'h , keii for being bit deiaitfril with poor [Bessie. She is shut up in that dingy, close i little house, thinking her liege lord is out on business, and so I am—a business of true love, isn't it Clara?” And he stooped and kissed the pretty, rosy lips. This was, too much for Josie to witness without giving voice to her wrath, and she burst into the room, her cheeks flaming, her eyes flashing, her whole form dilated with anger. “Sbnme, shame on you, Harry Mitchell! Are you lost to nil honor and decency; that for the sake of this wicked girl you give up the truest love .that Was ever bestowed on man? Look at your poor victim, whose heart you have wrung with the keenest anguish! Are you not proud of your work?” , Mrs. Mitchell, white and trembling,.with a sirnngo.ringing in her ears, and a deathly sickness hhd weakness stealing over her, would have fallen to the floor, had not her liusbaml sprung forward and caught her in his arms. -j “My precious wife—my own true heart, look up! Oh! darling, have you doubted me?” “Doubted you! Doubted such an innocent, pure, true man as you? O, impassible!” And Josie laughed scornfully. A little white hand was laid softly on her arm, and a gentle voice said pleadingly: “I am Harry’s half-sister—you are the sister of his beloved wife. I hod thought to myself that we should love each other dearly. Let my hope become a reality.” Josie burst into nn uncontrollable fit of laughing and crying, and there really seemed to be danger of Harry’s sister being suffocated in her embrace. The reaction bad been so sudden; the transition from anger to gladness so great and complete, that she felt half wild. Then followed satisfactory explanations. Clara's grandfather, with whom she had lived since the death of her parents, when she was almost an infant, had recently died. Through her loving persuasion and gentle influence,'he had been induced to bequeath twenty thousand dollars to Harry, who had in some way offended him when he was a mere boy, and with whom he had had no communication for years. He had also forbidden any correspondence between the two children, but immediately after his death Clara had written to Harry, and also announced her intention of visiting him. Harry immediately thought of the plan which he had carried out, of buying a comfortable house, having Clara come to help select and arrange the furniture, and then, after everything was in perfect order, bring his wife into it, and tell her if was home. The latter part of his scheme, which was to have been fulfilled on the morrow, was spoiled by his unlucky letter, and Josie’s skill as a detective. Josie, though contrite in spirit, declared that no good ever did come of concealing anything from one’s wife, and I quite agree with her.

Harry whispered to his now happy wife: “My dear, brave little Bessie, who toiled so bravely for my sake—she shall stint and toil no longer. No more faded dressefc, turned and turned again, bnt robes fit to adorn her dear form hereafter, and books and music and flowers, shall satisfy her longing soql.” My story is done, or I would tell how the wonderful baby was sent for, and the tired, happy mother found the daintiest crib for its use in her beautiful bedroom up stairs. And how Josie and Clara loved each other dearly, and often laughed merrily over their first tragic meeting, and a great many other equally interesting things, but I won’t, because, as I said btefore, my story is done.

Misplaced Sympathy.

“I am sorry you two ladies are going all that distance alone, ” I said to some friends going east some time ago. “If we see anybody on the train I know, 11l put you in his charge.” “Don’t—l’d rather not,” one of them answered. “Why?” “Because you always get more attention from strangers. We are all right. If we have any chaperon he’ll be bored to death and he will be disagreeable all the way. If we have none, every man on the train will be at pur service and he’ll only be too glad to attend to us. ” “That’s queer. -1 never -thought - of that.” “My dear boy, men are always in search of adventure, and a formal introduction or an intimate acquaintance makes it duty, and duty ia always disagreeable. ” “Well, I suppose you are right.” “Do you see that gentleman there ? He’s been quietly looking around to see what pretty women are on the train. Before we get to Port Costa he’ll be asking my sister if he can do anything for her. She’s prettier than I am. But what he is willing to do for her hell do for me to keep me sweet. ” “I don’t think vou’ll get left yourself.” “Between you and me and the window I don’t think I will.” And I left them with their arrangements all made as to how they were going to treat every man on the car.— San Francisco Chronicle.

Respect for Woman.

Let our young men strive to reach 8 higher moral attitude. Let them divest themselves of this blase cynical spirit in which they so often wrap themselves. Let them cling to the old belief that, after all, there is such a thing as maidenly purity and womanly virtue, that love has not yet died out, and that the freshness of Eden still finds lodgment in many a heart. They will be none the worse for believing that the actress on the stage or the hard-work-inspire ~ the same reverence a? the spoiled child of Fashion; none the worse for treating all women with respect, whether in their presence or during their absence; for keeping their own records clean, and for being simple-minded enough to believe that “virtue alone is happiness below."— Philadelphia Record* When is soup likely to run ont .of the saucepan'?—When there is a leek it

BASE-BAIL.

Tbp Rare far the Championship of the Natfenal League and the American A*Mcfationi-Ya<t Crowds Attend the Opening Gamer. If any there were who doubted that baseball is the national game Of America, or that it had lost its place in the favor of our [ citizen*, such doubt must have been, removed on April 29th last, when the'-.open-ing games qf the National League season of 1886 were played, in the presence of thousands of delighted and enthusiastic spectators. New Y'ork and Boston, at the polo gronnds in the former city, had an attendance of over 12,000, and at the clos • of the game, which was won by New York, the winning nine were borne from the grounds upon tho shoulders of admiring friends. Similar crowds witnessed

the opening games in 'Washington and St. Louis. Bain prevented the first game belwen Chicago and Kansas City, in the latter place, but on the following day over 6,000 spectators witnessed a thirteenfeining game, which was won by the champions by one run. Not a few prophesied that the admission of Washington and Kansas City into tne league would lessen the interest qf the general public; a# the new members would not b'e strong enough to compete with the older clubs in the organization. The opening games dispelled this illusion, as in addition to Kansas City tieing the champions for twelve innings, Washington defeated Harry Wright’s strong team, winning two of the three first games. It is now conceded that greater uncertainty exists as to who will fly the championship pennant of the league for 1886 than in any previous season. The opening games of the American Association were more largely attended than in any previous year, and the same element of uncertainty awaits the result as to the championship. The games of the many State and other leagues have also been largely attended; and it goes without saying that base ball has lost none of its interest fat the public, and that more people will witnedfe the games of 1886 than in any previous year. STANDING OF THE LEAGUE CLUBS. The second week in their race for the league pennant ended, with Saturday, May 8, and found Chicago, New York, Detroit, and Philadelphia leading the string, and very well bunched. From present indications the race of last year between Chicago and New Y’ork is to be run again this year, each club having entered the season under a strong and determined style of play. Both Detroit and Philadelphia are playing excellent ball, and, boning accident to their men, there”seems to be little doubt that both will stand very close to each other and very near the top at the finish. Boston has not played the game up to the present time that was expected of her, and with her strong array of sixteen players, including Badbourn and Buffington—without question of the greatest twirlers in the league—it is something to be wondered at. The following table will show the first two weeks’ work of the elubs: PostClubs— Won. Lost, poned. Chicago 6 2 1 New York ... 6 2 1 Detroit 5 3 ' 1 Philadelphia 4 -.3 2 St. Louis 3- —SI —l_ Boston. 2 5 2 Washington 3 5 1 Kansas City 15 3 In the American Association, at the close of the third week, St. Louis still retains the lead, Brooklyn a good second, with the Metropolitans bringing up the rear. The following will show the standing of the clubs to date: Games Games Clubs — won. lost. St. I.ouis 13 11* 5 Pittsburg. ...;.. .7 9 Metr0p01itan.,."."...... ~~3 11 Louisville 7 10 Cincinnati 7 10 Brooklyn 9 4 Baltimore 8 7 Athletic..../. 8 6 The guesses as to the standing of the league clubs at the end of the season, received iu response to A. G. Spalding & Bro.’s offer of SIOO to the person making the correct guess, have shown considerable diversity of opinion as to the result. Out of 620 guesses, 436 place Chicago first, 152 place New Y'ork first, 21 place Detroit first, 8 place Philadelphia first, 2 place Boston first, and 1 asserts that St. Louis will fly the pennant for 1886. One of the singularities of the year is. that not a single member of the numerous Smith family appears on the -roll of the clubs of the National League!

GENERAL SPORTING NOTES.

The Bostons lost tlpee out of their first four games in the last inning! ~ The two longest base ball throws on record are: Ed Crane, Boston Unions, 135 yank l fooLiinch, and 134 yards 5 inches-Base-ball players will probably not join the strike for eight hours as the limit of a day’s labor. They are perfectly contented with two hours. The National League was organized ten years ago, and the championship haS been held by three clubs, as follows: Chicago, ’76, ’BO, ’Bl, ’B2, ’BS; 805t0n,’77,’78,’84; Providence, ’79, ’B3. An agreement has practically been concluded by which Teemer and Gaudaur will row their contemplated race at Pullman or Lake Calumet about the Ist of June. The work of Andrews, of the Philadelphias, has been terrific. He is the only league player who has batted safely in every one of the first seven league games. He. made eleven runs and thirteen hits, with a total of seventeen in those contests; and his batting average was .433, with a total of .506. ; ' . . An attempt was made last week to intro-„ duce ball-playing indoors in Chicago. The plan is quite elaborate and expensive—top much so,- we fear, to prove remunerative to the projectors, two young men from Nashville, Tenn. By means of a special wire leadinginto Central Muoic Hall and connecting with the League grounds in St. Louis, full particulars were given of the game in progress between the Chicago and St, Louis clubs. Every play was illustrated upon a canvas screen twenty feet square containing a picture of a ball field. The small audience present was pleased at the novelty of the thing, but there is no reason to anticipate that the enterprise can be made to succeed in Chicago. The North Springfield (Mo.) Southtcestem reports a local base-ball game with the following new and unique table of points in its score: K.—Buns. O.—Outs. F, D.—Fell down. M.—Muffed the ball. Umpires —Sperry, Gates, Freeman, Meischbach and others. One player had eighteen “F. D/s” marked against him/and another had “M. 36” opposite his name. The large number of umpires shows that the game was an exciting one. , From the crowds attending the ball games this season it is evident the game has found many new admirers.

Jud Lafagan’s Logic.

A long fan doez not aulwatz hide a man’s short creed. . Thp best religion—hplp for the livin, ch&riti for the ded. Justiz iz virtu’s protietin;. mersy tu often lets down the bars: „ Not talkin tu much iz realy one-half ov aul that wisdom conveys. Tu err iz human, but tu aknowledg an erfor does not senieTtfTisr ■ Every day ov life iz but another praktical lesson ov the virtu ov patience. Truth iz ether at the ‘commcnaement, in the midel, or end ov all eloquence. It iz more often what a man mite hav been than what he iz that grinds him. In none ov the other clasics iz tuition so cheap and in the eml ao dear az iu experience. A reputation unable tu prove its qualities ofcly by its pedigre, iz but a tin-horn afair. Courtesy iz often the veneering that covers a shallow mind, but never an ill-bread one. Children may anoy and mortifi ns, yet when gone, who would not gladly welcome the worst over again ? I hav maid up mi mind tu enjoy, old age whether I get a chance tu or pot, and there is comfort in the tliaut. The* best sacrifice maid for ritin .wrongs iz not equal tu the smalest. sacrifice'maid so keep from, duing a wrong. ♦ It don’t require an edukaton tu tell a comon ly, but it taks sunt experienz tu tell one that will skunk the truth. It iz wearin on a man tu get beat in a hors trad and find it out, but not a bad bargain if only the other fello nos it. After aul the Bible iz the only jnst book. It tgkles a saint az well az a siner; a rich man az soon az a poor man; and often sooner. Give me woeruan bnty in the ruf; in its inosense. Natur’s buty, in which the sole from within casts a liallu over the outward lovlines. Yung man, it can aul be summed up in whether you ar willin tu work. Work is a buly good thing. Invest heavily and you are sure tu win. I do not no ov any man who haz got any suces that he iz willin’ tu spare, but I du no plenty ov them who have got more on hand than they use tu advantag. Komon sens iz not tu be spoken ov these daz in the same breth with lemin. With so many “lerned” people in the world, ordinary sens haz tu take a back seat. It doez not seem az tho a man must necesarily mak a fool ov himself tu be hapy afterwards, but it may be that he doz, for most ovthem du, sometime or other. “Brase-up” iz a slang frase, but I lik it; there iz lots ov sole in it; a slap on the sholder with “brase-up, old boy!” haz put new zele intu mani a diskuraged man. —- The exat dait that swearing bekame an imaginary safety valve for man’s feeling I have been unable to diskover, but I hav reazon tu believ that it iz one ov the pionears, and will probably liv to a ripe old age. When a man bekoms so depraved that swearing will not vindicate his manhood, then mortifikaton and subsequent deth iz only a question ov time.— Chicago Ledger.

A King with an Appetite.

Victor Emmanuel, among his other peculiarities, was a tremendous eater, and preferred to take his meals in the strictest privacy and with"the most entire freedom from restraint. Often, when he was only King of Piedmont, he would have all the dishes put on the table at once, and then send away all the servants. At such times he would eat with his elbows on the table, upsetting the salt on the cloth, that he might the more easily dip into it the little raw onions which he was so fond of, and which he used to nibble all through the dinner. The quantity that he could eat was amazing. On one of his hunting trips he and his companions stopped at the house of a countryman for tne night. At supper they had veal cutlets. After the meal was over the King turned to the officer next him and asked him how many he supposed he (the King) had eaten. As Iris plate was bare, for he had been throwing the bones to his dog, the officer, who had been watching the disappearance of the cutlets with awe, thought that he might venture on a bit of politeness, and replied “Two or three. ” The King repeated -the question to the others in turn, and they all, out of respect, similarly underestimated his exploits, until he came to Savoyard, who had no regard for anything bnt the truth, and replied promptly, “Your Majesty has ,eaten nine.” The King laughingly admitted that ho was right. It was about the same time that another characteristic incident occurred. The King and on® of his friends, Signor J., had taken shelter for the night in the hut of a countryman, who bad not the remotest idea of the identity gi his illustrious guest. The King noticed that Signor J., who was sitting near the fire next the host, kept turning away his head. “What is the matter with you?” asked the King in French,which, by the way, he spoke like a Parisian. “I can’t stand the smell of this man,” said J., “he smells like a wild beast.” “Bah!” said the King, “any of us would smell like that if we went for a week without washing.” “Oh, never.” “Yes,we would, I’ll try it myself.” So the King went to work conscientiously and never washed himself the least little bit in—the world. At the end of five days J. came up to him and touching him respectfully on the elbow, said: “I’our majesty has won your bet, and not at the end of a week, but of five days.” The King shouted with laughter, and was highly delighted with the whole adventure.— Jiome Cor. Providence JoumaL -f» ? ■- ,i> v i' iiT.;avai ■Vi r;.i*vvi ■■n . ".v During a trial in Alabama, an old fellow who had been arraigned for killing a man, arose and said,: “Jedge, thar ain’t no us’n goin’ on with these here proceeding, fur I shot Tobe, btrtthat ain’t nobody’s bus’ness, fur he wuz a friend o’ mine. ” “If he was your friend, it’s all right,” replied the Judge, “for a man has a right to take a few liberties with his friends. The people in this part of the country are becoming too particular. Turn the sociable gentleman loose, Mr. Sheriff, and call the next case. ” —Arkansaw Traveler.

TERRIBLE TORNADO.

A Cyclone Sweeps Over Kansas CityDeath and Destruction in Its Path. Over Twenty Bodies Recovered from the Debris and Fifty People Injured. - The Gonrt House, a Public School and Several Large Buildings Demolished.

A furious hurricane, accompanied by a deluge of rain and hail, swept over Kansas City, Mo., on Tuesday, the 11th inst., wrecking the comt-house, the Lathrop School, Smith <fc Moffatt’s spice mills, and other structures, and carrying away a span of the railway bridge crossing the Missouri Biver. A thick darkness also settled over tho city, adding terrors to the storm, and causing many persons to seek safety in basements and cellars. Twelve children in tha, Lathrop school were killed, while inany were badly wounded. Twelve other, persons- dost their lives in wrecked buildings, and of the score or more injured half a dozen at least will not survive. A Kansas City correspondent gives the following account of the storm’s terrible work: \ About 10:30 ominous storm clouds began gathering over the city. They first-appeared in the northeast, and, surging westward, turned suddenly in their course, and. descending rapidly, brobb upon the city in terrific bursts of 'wind and rain that swept all lighter objects before them. The darkness was almost like night, and people fled to the nearest shelter to await with blanched faces the fury of the tempest. The clouds seemed to graze the roofs of the highest buildings, and poured out their torrents of water in apparently solid masses few a time. The storm struck the city in full force about 1150, and raged for half an hour. The streets were running rivers of water, carrying boxes and signs, and other similar freight, blown from the buildings or swept by the flood. A number of buildings were overturned, and in numerous instances drivers abandoned their horses to their fate and sought refuge in stores and houses. Borne bail accompanied the storm, but the fall was not great, otherwise the loss to property would have been enormous from water streaming. in at broken windows. As it was, windows in quite a large number of buildings were blown in and goods and furniture were water-soaked, All this, however, proved entirely insignificant when the full extent of the disaster wrought by the storm became known. The Lathrop school building occupied a prominent site at the corner of Eighth and May Btreets. It consisted of a main building, to which an art wing had been added. The building was surmounted by a tower, which for some time had been considered unsafe. It had been twice condemned, once within a few weeks, but no action had been taken in the matter. The building was crowded with children, many es whom went nearly frantic with grief over the appalling darkness and the stillness which preceded the tempest. The wind swept midway across Broadway from the west, and seemed to concentrate itß force in a desent upon the tower, which yielded with a crash, and, oarrying down the heavy bell, plunged through the Intervening floors to the basement. The main building is a mass of ruins within shattered walls, whieh will stand. The wing was comparatively uninjured, and tho scholars in it were not hurt. In the main building, however, tho effect was awful. The falling floors precipitated the terrifled children to tho basement, where masses of bricks and beams orushed them to tho ground and buried them from view. Persons near, hearing tho crash, made their way as best they could against tho beating storm to the scene. The gale quickly subsided, and the work of rescuing was undertaken by eager hands. Owing to the pretailing excitement, the first work was not very effective, but the fire department and police soon arriyed, and an organized search was commenced. The dead and wounded were taken out as quickly as possible and carried to the natatori -.m adjoining, which was turned into a hospital. Here the parents and lriends of the little ones soon gathered, each searching for his own, and uttoriDg heartrending cries as they recognized in toe maimed and bleeding forms those whom they loved. , Among the first taken out were several dead and one or two mangled almost beyond recognition, their clothing tom and their bodies covered with dust and mortar, the deathly pallor of the skin showing in painful contrast against grime and blood stains. Many horoio scenes were enacted during the rescue, and the wounded children seemed often to have greater control of themselves than ttoeir elders. One little girl, half buried in tho debris, over whom the rescuers were busy, begged them to leave her and help a boy beside her, because, she said, he was Only five years old. Tho scenes in the natatorium as the little ones were brought in and laid upon improvised cots, the dead placed together upon one side, were pitiful beyond exSression. A dozen dead were taken out during ie day and their bodies sent to toe houses ol sorrowing families. At 110 West Third street stood a three-story briek building in toe middle of the block, the third floor of which was used as an overalls factory', conducted by Hear Bros.; the first and second floors by the Graham Paper Company. In the factory were about twenty-five employes, chiefly girls. When toe storm broke out they started for the cellar. Tho building fell with a crash, being razed entirely to the earth, and most of the affrighted girls were caught in tha mins. Seven have been taken out dead, a number of others are wounded, and some are still missing. A force of laborers is busy there tonight by the flickering lantern lights, upturning confused masses of bricks and timbers. The County Court House stands at Second and Main streets, on the hill, exposed to wind* from the north and west. The building was erected nearly twenty years ago for hotel pur-pores,.hu-t-when completed was purchased by toe county for <200,000 and converted into a court house. The building has always been considered rather unsafe, and toe roof has frequently suffered injury from high winds. Th* storm struck the northwest comer, blowing in the root and the greater portion of the wall of toe third and fourth stories-.- Tho south wall, at toe east end, was blown into toe street and Deputy Sheriff Dougherty was caught and killed. All others succeeded in getting out of toe building alive. Tho jail is located in the basement qf the building, and that portion escaped injury. The prisoners were wildly alarmed, bnt became quiet when the crash had passed and they fonnd themsel vei unhurt. Judge Stover had been holding court on the third floor and had adjourned just before the storm descended. A portion of the roes in falling struck the chair toe Judge had just vacated. Across the street, on the northwest comer ol Second and Main streets, stood a two-stoiy brick building erected in 1860 by the Santa Fe Stags Company, one of the oldest buildings ia tho city, from which the stages formerly were started across the plains in tho stage-coaching days. The building has of late years been occupied by the United States Engineers. Adjoining that on the west was a three-story brick coffee and spioe mill, owned by Smith & Moffatt. This building was demolished, and, falling over upon the adjoining erne, wrecked it also completely. Frank Smith', ths senior partner of the firm, was taken bleeding from the rains and died in a short time. Mr. Moffatt was badly hurt, and three employe* were taken out badly bruised. The debris i* being removed to-night in Bearch for any who may yet be buried beneath. , The second span from the north end of the bridge across the Missouri, opposite the city, wa* blown into the river, the piers being left apparently uninjured. A'-great number of 'telegraph wires were carried down with the broken span. Workmen are busy to-night raising wires from toe wreck, and it is heped that communication in that direction will be restored by to-merrow morning. The bridge is owned by the Hannibal and St. Joseph Company, and is used by that load, the Wabash, toe Bock Island, and Kansas City, St. Joseph and Council'Bluffs. The bridge owners say that they expeet to repair it in ten days. Meanwhile toe roads wilt make temporary arrangements for transporting passengers ana freight The Wabaah will send its trains over the Missouri Pacific line via Sedalia and Hoberly. 0 “ So far aacan now be ascertained, twenty-two persons were killed instantly or have since died of their injuries, and twenty were wounded, numbers of them so badly that death is likely to follow within a few hours. Many of the killed ore-little school children who were canght in toe falling walls of the Lathrop Building and horribly mangled by the heavy timbers and broken iron work that crashed down upon them as they sat terrified at their desks, while others are young women employed at the o all factory, where! of twenty girls at work at the time toe storm began, four were taken out dead and the others are dangerously hurt. ..