Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 4 January 1873 — Page 6

NOT ALL IN BRINGING UP. It isn't all in bringing up, Let folks Bay what tbey will You silver wasb a pewter cup,

It will be pewter still. E'en tbe old, wise Solomon, Who said "Train np a child,' It I mistake not, raised a son,

Gay, rattle-brained and wild. |l man of mark, who fain would pass For lord of s*a and land, May bave tbe training of an ass,

A»d bring him up fall grand May give him all the wealth of lore, *. Of college and of school Yet, after all, make liim no more

Than Just a decent fooL .* Another, raised by penary Upoa her bittei bread, Whose road to knowledge is like that

The good fir Heaven most tread Has but a spark of Nature's light, He'll fan it to a flame, Till in its burning letters bright

The world may read his name. If it were all in bringing up, In counsel and restiaint, Some rascals bave been honest men—

I'd been, myself, a saint. 0h! 'tisn't all in bringing up, ,i. Let folks say what ihey will

Neglect may dim a silver cupIt will be silver still.

The Rival Cousins.

BY MRS. ADELIA ELMER

"Mother, we read in the Bible that all things work together for good, to those that love God. I have been thinking over that passage for the last hour, Precious little good have we had, for many a year on the contrary, it has been all bad. First was papa's failure and then his death the giving up of our beautiful home and removing to the dingy rooms, and the constant work night and day to keep soul and body together—ana worse than all is to see you dear mother looking so thin and pale for the want of rest and food. Think of cousin Edith's fate and mine, mother, not that I want to murmur or complain, but every stitch that I take in this costly silk, I cannot help thinking of the grand party where it is to be worn, and the admiration that Edith will receive of her elegant home with all itB rich surroundings, and of myself only her seamstress, and paid grudgingly at that, when I am of the same blooa as herself. A little throb of envy will creep into my heart in spite of all I can do. I know I am very wicked, mother, it needs not the grave look from your eyes to tell me so.", "If this world were all, dear child, we had to look forward to, you might murmur at your lot in life, but the good Father knows what is best lor his children. It is not right, Stella, to envy your cousin her rich possessions, it is not like your sunny disposition, and have a care that you do not break the commandment by coveting what belongs to thy neighbor, whatever it may be, houses or land, fine clothes, er tbe position that tbey occupy in society, all these things do not bring happiness unless the heart is right." "I know, mother, but do vou think if it had been uncle Charles tnat had failed instead of papa, and he had been taken away, leaving aunt Emma and Edith as destitute as we are, that papa or yourself would have let them suffer as we have, with want, when he has houses in plenty and could furnish us a little home and not know the difference In his income? Ob, mother, it hurts, you do not know how cruelly. Every time I go to my uncle's they treat mo like a servant. Only yesterday, when I went through the hall of their palace home I met Edith going for a ride, the carriage was iu waiting, and with her was the son of papa's old friend, Judge Brent. I knew- him at tbe first glancc, although I have not seen him since tbe days we were children together—visiting at grandpa's. 'I was his favorite then ah me, how times have changed since those days. He used to say that Stella meant a after, and that I was the star of his destiny. He has just returned from Europe, rich and honored, and by the servants gossip at uncle's, I think he must come there pretty often." "But my dear Stella it was notjlike the Earnest Brent I used to know, if be passed you by without recognition. He used to be a fearless and true boy, he was generous to a fault, and the defender of the oppressed. I have heard that as a lawyer he was highly esteemed for his adherence to tbe rig' all the bribes in the world could not in fluence him one )ot to wrong an innooent person. "He did not speak to me, mother, and I do uot know as I blame him. II you could have seen the way Edi:b accosted me. She said, 'Ob, here comes my seamstress, will you excuse me for a few moments until I attend to her.' He started, as I glanced at him, but would he look for my fathers daughter in this plain print dress, with the faded shawl and year old hat that I wear." "Oh, my daugher, it grieves me to have vou feel so. God does, Indeed, order all things for our good, it we love Him. He has sent this trouble upon us for some wise purpose. It may be if be had left us with earthly possessions we should never have cared for a heavenly inheritance. It may be just tbe discipline we need td draw us nearer to God, and we have still eaeh others love, and a hope beyond the grave." "It is for you more than myself, mother. 1 long to make you comfortable. I oannot oear the way you have to work, for beyond your strength, and 'look around this place we call home, these two rooms shut in by brick walls where the sunshine rarely comes. "You used to be my sunshine, daughter, don't dim your radianoeby repin will not, mother. I will stitch aw*y every wicked and rebellious thought in tbe folds of this dress, and be your sunahine once more. But first, let m« Write a cop of tea that will refresh and strengthen you, mother, for we will have to work the greater part of tho night. This dress must be done tor,to-mprroW/eteulng, and then, mother, you snail have some nloe warm flannel, lor the nights and mornings are srowlng colden. "Always thlnklftg of toe, unselfish child,when.you nfee$ ab m^ch yourself." "Self can wait a, little longer, mamma." *'-'T

The actor* lb ft Ilfa dnftna were two brother*, brought'up at one firesi5* sports, and aide, sharing each othe

prime of lUe toaoetwith^eavy leases

and

borne down with trouble and inx-

ter to mourn his Idea. Tne othcrvaa tbe yaaflovpaeaeds a way,, grow*!* prosperous cwnot say^ppy, f&r. whendidriqta*ovjer britHr»a»»Ineie| when self wm the only god worshiped— houtVjpM. m- home, with* internal ear to a speaking wlWanucwughwr^that cared for nothf eh® whispered: Mother, a Ing but fashion and fashionable society. think if be lived nearer to Then Charles Stacy could be called

happy, but God's name was nev*r heard nor bis blessing asked in his l°ftvhome. The Sabbath was not respected only as a day of rest aiter the dissipation of tbe 'week. Tbe daughter, arrogant and proud, of "ie dium height, with flashing black eyes, was called tbe belle of her set. It was more her will than the avarice of her father that bad kept tbe famiiy of her aunt in the position they occupied,!Tor well she

knew

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that her cousin Stella

need only to be known to be appreciated. Lovely, not only in form but in mind, with a clinging, loving disposition graceful,with a face of rare beauty, eyes of heaven's own blue,and a wealth of sunnv hair encircling her head, no ionde? her mother calfed her a sunbeam. The years of toil and privation bad only added to her spiritual loveliness. It was not to be wondered at that ber old friend and play mate, after years of travel,.on bis return to his native land, failed to recognize her, and when we take into consideration that his first enquiries had been lor her of ber cousin, and been told that she and her mother, as well as her fatuer, had fallen a victim to thed|Le.adflJ] iever. It was not in Edith Stacy plans to let Earnest Brent know that his friend still Jived, and so we find ber in this opening of our story using every art tojencbain the wealthy and talenjed lawyer to her side.

Another night and day of weary toil bad passed over the widow -and her daughter, and at a late hour in the evening we find the poor sewing girl again ascending tbe steps of her uncles mansion. Outside lounges the coachman with a luxurious carriage awaiting some one, and Stella glances that way, wondering why the good things of this life are so unequally divided. She rings the bell and is admitted by the footman, who said, "the mistress is in a fine way because you did not come sooner." Stella expected fault iinanig, but she had done the best she could, working without rest, so that "the haughty girl that meets her almost at the threshold, can add one more rich dress to her wardrobe. No thought of pity is in the heart of tbe haughty Edith like lightning the black eyes flash, as she exclaims, "And so you have come at last, Stella Stacy, I suppose because you claim to be my cousin and I give you my work out of charity you think you can impose upon me all you like. Here you have kept em waiting two hours for my dress. "I am so sorry," replied Stella.' but indeed, mamma and I worked all last night to get it done." "You and your mother may starve for all the sewing you will ever get from me again, and I will not pay you for what you have done, tt will learn you in thv future to be more punctual," and she turned away in her wrath, ascending the stairs to her room, leaving poor Stella crushed and heart broken. "Oh, mamma, mamma, what shall I do now, she moans,no work, no money," but her sobs are arrested by the sound of appoaching footsteps at her side, and she looks up to see standing before her, with an excited and longing face, her old play-mate, and champion of years gone,Earnest Brent. With outstretched hand he greets her, and with a voice trembling with its excess of emotion, he exclaims, "Can it be I have heard aright that you are Stella Stacy?" Oh, the glad eyes uplifted through the shining tears, as tbe little hand meets his own. "I am Stella," she said, and her voice failed her. "And she told me youwas dead. Ob, little Stella I am BO glad to have found you. Little did I think when I entered that parlor unannounced to wait for the haughty Edith's company to the reception tonight, that I should overhear the abuse she heaped upon you, and find out ber true character. She will not bave me for an escort to-night. Thank God my eyes are opened at last. This 1b no place for you, Stella. My carriage wails at the door,let me take you home."

Through the streets of the city passed the luxurious carriage, inside were two happy hearts, for Earnest had breathed his vows to Stella bad told her oi the love he had cherished ever since the days of their childhood. With bis encircling arms about her told her of a bapny home awaiting ber and the mother she loved,

Go with me kind reader, aa tbe two enter the place Stella calls home, and witness the joy of that widowed mother's heart, and a few hours later, as mother and daughter bid a long good-bye to the little attic rooms, where they have loved and suffered together, follow them to the stately palace that Earnest calls borne, and in a few days witness tbe marriage of two fond hearts, that were to part never more until death called them. And the mother, 'happy in ber children's ioy. surrounded with all the blessings that wealth could bestow, her words to her child are: "Did I not tell you, darling, that God orders all things lor good to those that love him."

Turn for a moment to Edith, and her rage. When she heard from a servant tbe scene In the hall between Earnest and Stella, and a few days later when she heard of their marriage, her fury knew no bounds, that the oouain that she despised, should have borne away the price after all her maneuvering.

A GKKTLRMAif from Swampville was telling how many different occupations he had attempted. Among othera be had tried school-teaching. •'How long did you teach?" afcked bystander. 'Wa'al, I didn't teach long—that is, I only went to teach." "Did yoa hire out?" "Wa'al, I didn't-hire out I only went to hire out." "Why did yon give up?" "Wa'al, I. give $ np for some reason or nutber. You see, I traveled into a deeatrict and inquired for the truateee. Somebody said Mr. Snickles waa the man I wanted to eee. So 1 found Mr. Snicklea, named my objic, interduc-

Ing myself, and asked what he thought about lettin' me try my withi the bigb tnct. considered myself capable and I to him I wouldn't mind his asking me tew aasv QOeetiona in 'rithmetlc ax

3galaluckthe

tn deea-

'He wanted to know If I naly and I told ie a few easy qoeatiom in 'rithmetlc and graphy, orahowing my handwriting, aaid no, never mind, fee could tell a good teacher by bis gait. 'Let me see you walk oft a little way*.' aan he, •and I can tell jis'a well* I heard vou examined,' aaya he. He aot in the door as he spoke, and I thought hp looked a little •fittlsh. But I waa oonsld'rable frustrated, and dldntmind much *o I turned about and walked on as amart as I knowed how. He said he'd tell me when to stop: so I ken* on till I thought I'd gone nr enough. Then I a'pectad aumthtog was to pay, and I looked round. Wa'al, the door was shut and Snicklea waa gone?" /k

ay, a little girl, about Hr* yean h&rci a preacher praying moat Ull the roof rang with the iftgth pf hla supplications. Toming loner mother, and beckoning the maternal ear to a speaking (ttttance on't you

God, he

wouldn't have to talk so load?"

rPWPK-HATTE SATURDAY. EVENING MA I T,. JANUARY 4. l*-73

Joe and I.

BY MRS.L. E. POOLE.

In the first place, the biscuits were spoiling and Joe knew I was making biscuits, too, for be saw me molding them when the train went by, and I looked up to catch the familiar salute from the engine. You see I used to time my work more by the traina than by the clock, for though live o'clock was our tea hour, there" was not much use in getting it ready, when Joe might be fifty miles up the road "in the ditch," as he used to say whenhq.went, off tbe track.

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So I used to put on the tea-kettle when the up train went past at four o'clock, then when Joe began to ring, coming into the yard, I knew it was time to set the table. Aa I said, tea was ready, and the biscuits were spoil ing so I vibrated between the oven and the window which looked toward the engine-house, to catch the first glimpse of Joe's blue overalls and glazed cap.

I knew as well as I wanted to know that he was chatting comfortably away with Dick or Tom, about the new style of smoke stacks, or the merits of pump injectors. That was always his way once get him ctarted on the subject of steam, and he never knew when to come home. But at last he came swinging up the track, stepping from tie to tie with the long stride and slight stoop usually as characteristic of a rail road man as dinner pail and lantern.

He came in, set down bis pail, and when Eddie ran to be taken up, displayed to him 4 pair of hands which would bave done honor to a coal heaver, and which effectually frightened the child away.

What in the world made you so late, Joe said I, transferring the bis cuit to the table, and pouring the boil ing water upon the tea in the tin tea pot.

A hot journal," said Joe, labonical ly, turning to the sink. I was about as wise as before, but I was used to hearing about broken rocker arms and crank-pins, slipped eccentrics, or valve stems and throttles that needed packing, though I couldn't have told one from *the other if I had seen them.

Well, hurry up, your supper is spoiling now, waiting and if we are going to mother's to-night, we roust make hasteand I bustled about, putting Eddie up in his high chair, aud pouring out tbe tea. "I'll risk the supper," said Joe, turn ing round froin the sink and holding out his arm that I might unbutton his wristband, a thing he always forgot to do. "We can't go to-night, as I see,', he went on his moderate way, holding up the other wrist.

That was the climax* I sat down in a chair and stared at him while he went on wiping bis hands lypd brushing his hair, and I never said a word when he gave the towel a toss on the nail, instead of hanging it up properly by the loop.

Not go to mother's when I had been waiting until to-night to install Eddie in his first knickerbockers, and belted blouse, and had go.red my black alpaca dress, trimming tbe remnants into ruffles to trim the skirt, and converted my plaid bonnet strings into a stylish bow to wear with it. Joe drew up a chair to the table, buttered a biscuit, stirred his tea. proceeded to explain.

You aee, Mattie, Henderson's wife is sick, and I promised I would go up lor him to-night. We are rather short of spare engioeers since Elliet got hurt, and Marshall went on to the branch, He got leave to stay down if any one would go up for him, so I said I would go, just for accommodation's sake," and Joe passed his cup to be replenished.

That was a little too much to be borne patiently. It it had been an extra I should have resigned myself to the inevitable, and wasted few regrets upon it. But to think he could disa me to accommodate Jack Henderson, who laid off oftener than any other man on the line, and whose wife, for every little ailment, real or fancied, must needs keep him at home to pet and cod die her. And going up for Henderson involved leaving me alone all night, and "doubling the road."

I settled back in my chair, disap inted and provoked. Little Eddie an to perceive that we were hot

Kiing

to grandma's, and set up a childwail which I silenced with sharp atern words, causing Joe to look up with astonishment.

I replied to bis unspoken accusation by eaying the child was quite old enough to learn he could not have ev erything he wanted. Joe did not answer, but finished his supper in silence, pushed back his chair and began to make ready for his trip.

I did not offer as usual to help him, but he did not appear to mina. He whtatled softly to himself, while he changed the boots he had worn all day for an eaaier pair, hunted np a coat from the depths of a closet, found a collar and handkerchief, and aupplled his vest pocket with matches enough to oreatea respectable conflagration.

Then he came and stood by the stove while he filled his pipe(how I did wish he would leave off smoking), and I verily believe it just dawned upon the man, as his new poeition gave him visw of my face, that I waa taking my disappointment to heart, and indulging in a fit of the sulks.

Don't look so blue, Mattie," aaid he "we can go to mother's to-morrow night, perhaps there Is time enough. She will stay several weeke, I preeome, and you will see enough of her before the goes."

By this time he hadancceeded in making nis pipe draw to hia satisfation, and ahouldering hla ooat, was ready for a atart. He kissed Eddie, and bent hia lips to Tbj free, as uaual. I began to clear up the supper-table in a very dignified mshlon.

Joe did not appear to notice. a|id I let him depart,h to the never lei to the gate as I did sometimes to sse

art,haitHy vouchafetang a reply good-bye. without wttiah he ft tbe bouse. I did not run out

I rattleS

the dishes and shook in angry mood, that

out the table-cloth in

did not soften as I proceeded to undress Eddie and put him to

linger ss usual oyer the

I'did not nor yield for a

to fiia entreaties to be cuddled

cuddl

few momenta in my arma'before I laid him down, but hurried htm into bis crib, with no fond words to send him ppfly to his childish slumbers, os's train went whining by just then. The sound of the wheels, and the knowledge that h« waa really gone. Increased my bitter mood,*ana I eat down to my sewing—that nsver-endlng patching which wives of mechanics and mothers ormnall children know all about—feeilng as if I* were ami the moot ill-used wbmaa in the world* As

Joe's stockings, MM» slbfcW

die^ajkfxron, my thoughts went back over the whole five yeaxff had been Joe's wifh.

You see I might bare dMJtatttt as

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far as money ihi concerned, than to marry Joe. We were not i£oh at home, but-we managed to live comfortably, and Sue and I contrived to get a pretty, new suit, in yi» prevailing style, often enough to keep up appearances. I earned mine by teaching in one of the public schools, for I had a fair education, and was. fond of children while Sue got hers—well* I hardly know bow.

Sue staid at home to help mother about tbe houBe—fancy Sue keeping school! But she always got what sba wanted, by hook or by crook coaxed it out of the boys, generally. For we had a couple of older brothers, and when Sue declared she would have a thing they used to laugh and defy her to get it, but she always did. She was a little younger than I. but considerably taller—for I was a little thing, and she used to take the lead in everything at home. If only one could bave a new dress, Sue had it, if tbe two new dresses differed at all, she took the one she liked the best and if they were alike, hers was always made first. If only one could go,

Sue always went—helping

herself to what she wanted from my small stock of finery, unless she took a fancy to drag me after her.

She was married more than two years before I was. Her pretty lace, with its brown eyes and braids, pink cheeks and dimples, brought her lover soon enough, and she was married at eighteen.

I never could see what Sue fancied in Will Lindley. In the first place, he was short—hardly as tali as Sue her-self—-and I always did dispise short men. Then he was not very intellectual.' Sue did not mind that, but I used to fancy that if I ever had a lover, I should want him to be wise and learned—a maker of books, or a professor in a college.

There was not much danger that a lover wonld eyer come to such a plain little body as I was. Sue told me a dozen times a day that I was predestined for an old maid, with my dumpy stature, grey eyes and fieckles. But even Sue herself fcould lay nothing against my hair—it reached to my knees, was straight and fine, and staled wherever I placed it. Sue's own brown braids could not surpass that it was my one glory.

She married Will Lindley at last, will give tbe man credit for one thing he loved her honestly and fairly, and her whims and caprices made no difference with his devotion.

How hard we worked to get her a suitable outfit—or one that she considered suitable. Will made her beautiful presents, and would have bought her everything she needed, if mother would have allowed him. The boys—who were married and prospering, now gave her some things but the brunt of the expense, and labor, fell on mother and I.

Sue would have everything of the daintiest and nicest so, out of-school hours, I stitched and embroidered, ruffled and tucked for her. as I would have dons for myself, while she walked, rode or sang with Will. But she was so pretty and radiant when she stood up to be married, that I forgave and forgot it all and mother declared to Will, between her sobs, that he had taken the flower of the family.

After a while, Will moved away to one of those little towns depending upon its water privileges, where they make chairs, and pails, and baskets, and all of those things. Sue cried and stormed, and declared she would never (to—but she dial Will brought her to tnls way of thinking, somehow we always wondered how, for we really thought at first she would make him give up his plans.

But he was well established in business now, and Sue queened'it royally in the little country village. She was secretary of the sewing circle, and chief orator of the levees and fairs, rife in such places. They had no children. Will was indulgent kept her beautifully dressed, and so Sue was happy in her way.

Then Joe came. He was not at all my ideal lover. He was neither learned nor handsome he was only Joe. I think 1 likod him first.because tbey a(V laughed at me about my bashful lover. Bashful he was to be sure, and rather disposed to be awkward—especially if he chanced to call when my brothers were there I believe be tellt they were inclined to laugh at him.

They were rather displeased at me just then, because I had rejected a very good offer—that is the man had money enough, and it would have taken me out of the achool-room, where I was just losing the small modicum of decent looka I had ever possessed. But I thought I would rather teach Teddy Flynn and Bobby Jones their primers all the days of my life than to marry disagreeable, stingy Ned Morrison, even if be threw a wedge of gold in my lap every day.

Sol began to favor Joe, principally to show my independence for when Sue was not by to

rput

me down, I had

a spicy little temper of my own. we were married at home in ttia little pailor, and they all came to the wedding.

I had none of the floating white draperies that had enveloped Sue and eclipsed Will on their bridal day Ion I] had a plain brown silk—the first sill dress I ever possessed—my own earn ing and making. I bad a white rose Of mother's bush in my hair, and aa I could easily stand under Joe's outstretched srm, there was no danger that be would look dwarfed beside me.

It was not much of a place where we commenced housekeeping the rooms were small, and not a great many of them. 1 did all my own work, washing included, and we ate in the kitchen so vou see we were very bumble folk indeed. Sue used to rsther soorn my furniture and surroundings when she sailed in upon us, ss she did onee a year for a long viait. I always pretended I wanted nothing better, but in my heart of bearta I knew I did. 1 possessed one tressure Sue did not —my fair-ffcced boy, whom stranger* ed to admire far his psarly akin lue eyes—'"Too lovely for a boy," as every one aaid.

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But. to-night I

thiuk I was baldly glad even for Eddie far Sue had oooie again for one of her lengthy vtalta, daahiflg In up*n no that morning when I waa in the midat of my baking

Sho rehearsed all the new things Will had bought her lately, ending with his nromise. 1/ his venture proved with his promise, successful^ to boy ber a diamond Hng, and bring it When be came to-morrow alght*

I owned just one ring that Joohad given me but it was only an onyx with a dark background, the whito upper lay er being cut Into a forget-me-not. Sue always called it contemptuously an "old maid's pink." Then she gave Bddie a lapfal of candy a°d a new picture book informed me that my •yea were as red ss a forret's with ping over the oven aaked me why In tbo wOrld didn't buy a sitting room urpet, and departed.

I had known jshe was coming to be sure, and it bad been settled long before that we were to spend that evening at mother's, but neverthelss her visit had somewhat diaturbed me, and I had

lett vexed aud worried all day over it. I. suppose that one reason,I had broken down so easily to-night.

The carpet waa certainly old and faded, for ws had lived on it ever since we were maraied, and it had not been anything to boast of the first place. The alpaca I had woraed over so long would cut a sorry figure by the sfde of Sue's brown poplin walking anit, and velvet paletot of the same color, surmounted by a pretty turban with a pheasant's wing. My solitary wrap was a plaid shawl, decidedly more useful than ornamental and my hat was a fabrication of my own.. Anybody might have guessed that by looking at it and the feather was so small and "scrimpy" that I could not give it a stylish twist, turn it as I might. I bad liked it well enough at first, and Joe thought it a marvel, but I hated it now.

I had finished my mending, and as I laid Eddie's striped stockings on top of the pile, I thought how Susie could come and go as she liked, with no little toddler to nlnder her footsteps. I had nothing to si tup lor after my mending was done, ao I went to bed and fell into an uneasy slumber.

Some time in the night I was awakened by hoarse shouting, mingled with the sound of running to and fro. I listened a moment and knew what it was—something had happened up the road, and, of course, to Joe's train.

I sprang out of bed, into slippers and wrapper, and ran to the back door. I threw it wide open, ran down the walk a little way, ana listened. I could hear the rumble of the derrick car, setting of switches and catch an occasional word, but no connected sentence. It was "Smash"—"Joe Thompson," and that was all. I knew it all then Joe was killed.

I went back into the house, never even closing the door. I caught Eddie out of his crib, and orouched down in a corner of the room with him in my arms, as if I were afraid some one would take him away. I wondered why they did not come to tell me—perhaps they dated not. 1 had a dim vision that when they came in the morning I would be stark mad—or dead. Would they -never guess how cruel I had been to Joekind, faithful Joe? He had never given me a cross word in tbe world, but had lavished upon me all his heart. Why eould I not have seen it before?

It was growing light now, and I heard a step tney were coming to tell.me Joe was dead! I looked up—a tail figure with a pale face stood in the doorway—it was Joe's wrath come back tQ haunt me.

Dear old Joe When I opened my eyes I was lying on a Jounga dripping with water, and Eddie was screaming at the top of his voice.

I never understood it very well, but there had been an obstruction on the track, which Joe bad seen in time to apply some patent contrivance for stopping thecars, which had lately been put on the engine.

Jack Henderson, the regular engineer, understood its working, and had explained its principle to Joe, who was greatly interested in such things—and be had run the risk of his life by stopping to work this when he might have leaped ofl* safely. The engine was nearly a wreck, but the cars stopped right, and Joe's courage and presence of mind had saved a fearful loss of life. What had I done to deserve such a husband

He had some cuts and bruises, but nothing serious tbey did not prevent our going to -mother's to meet Sue. The boos were coming also, with their wives. On tbe way. we met a stout, stern looking old man, stumping along with a gold-headed cane, who stopped in front of Joe and ejaculated

Well done,young man, I shall keep an eye on you." He vouchsafed me a keen look from his busby eyebrows, and passed along. It was the president of the road. I walked on air the rest of the way, even although I wore the old alpaca and

Eave

laid shawl. Only mother need not peered at me through her spectacles and said:

How nicely you have altered your dress, Mattie one can hardly seethe piecings.

And Edward's atataly wife added in away she meant to be kind— Vou have quite a genius for that sort of thing, child."

A poor man's wife needs to have," I said, a little hotly. I suppose they saw I did not like it, for they changed the conversation, and began to talk about Eddie. Mrs. Edward, whose four perfectly trained children were tbe wonder of all beholders, was pleased to admire his pretty ways ana when Charlie's wife caught him to ber bosom in a passionate embrace, I knew she was thinking of her one little child that had laid under the daisies these two years.

Tbe evening train brought Will, and Will brought the diamond. Sue put It on and flashed it in our faces, but I glanced down at my forget-me-not, and up at Joe, and was contented. Anybody could have diamonds—I had Joe.

They did not admire it so much after all. Edward's wife, had diamonds of her own, larger and finer. Charlie's wife said, "It is very pretty. Sue dear," but she had many more words of fadmiration for the dimple in Eddie's chin.

Yes," I explained, when she spoke of its beauty sgsln "he inherits it from his father: the beard hides it, but you can see where it grows a little darker in the center of hia chin Joe haa a lovely great dimple fust there,

I could see Edward'* mouth twitch a little at tbe idea of there being anything "lovely" about Joe, but I did not care.

Then Will pulled an evening paper from his pocket snd resd an account of the accident, and mr tall, awkward husband was tbe hero of tbe hour.

Will even said, "By George, he should like to do sncb a thing as that himself," as if he could—asif there eould be an comparison between short, fussy Will Lindley and my Joe!

I suppose President Hart Is still keeping an eye on Joe—at least he is runing tbe same train for the samel pay as ever. But I think I can never be discontented sny more I will keep my husband and my boy, and Sue can keep tbe diamonds.—[Locomotive Engineers' Journal.

AirinucAX Dntr.—We are a greasy people from the pork-fst of New England to the ham-w of the Sooth, we wallow in gieaay food. This becomes rancid on the stomach, nod superinduces what Dr. Urquhart pronounced the sum of all diseases dyspepsia. We drink tea that wonld frighten a Chinaman, ami coflse that would serve a« an antidote to opium. We potfr down doses of alcohol fluids which eat into tbe coatings of our intestines, and destroy the gaatrlc juicea. We go to bed overtasked, body and mind, sleep with sluggish blood in a state of stsgnation, dget up only when tbe broad aun Is staring in angrily at us through our bed room windows. We are reckless in our pursuit of pleasure we strain pur mental powera to their utmoet tension and end, old men and women before our time, or die, or fill a cell in an insane aaylum.—[Exchange.

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only ten dollars," I answered, and thonH came the description of how, when,** where, and so on. "This is the regular' conversation on such occasions, and it usually stops there but the effect otr the experience is like a tidal wave' sweeping over the ocean of feelingsk that ebb and flow in the human heart.

Ten dollars was the smallest part ofcmy loss in fact, it was no loss at all. unless our doctors' bills and lawyers' fees and pew rents are all to be considered a|s losses. I should give Mr. Her-., ifiann two dollars to take a watch from, me and I not know it, and in the present case I had a special performance^ for my self and wife on a car platform, and five'gentlemen assisted in the pres-~ tidigitation.

That was only two dollars apiece for them, and it cost me so much because*1 I had a private representation. In tho-'• next place, look at the matter as an in-'% surance policy and it. is dirt cheap. shall probably never again go into a similar crowd without thinking of tlie-^ possible results and guarding againstfti tbetn, so that my ten dollars worth of experience may be the means of sav*. ing me hundreds or even thousands^ thus becoming a life polioy at a ridiculous rate of interest.

Ten dollars lost in money, and what else? First and foremost, all sense ©tf*t security, for the very working of my insurance polioy is to keep me always^ i, awake to the possibility of losing my„^

Ffurse.

When I go to bed I feel for it." I ride in a car or stage I feel for it.-11 I clutch my pocket at all opportune}/ and inopportnne moments, and myw suspicion has become so aroused that almost suspect my owu bro her if ho pushes too close to me or my neighbor at a dinner party.

In the next place, my pride has been" terribly wounded. To think of the years that I have walked these streets, at all hours of the day and night to"" think of the thousands on thousands of dollars that I have carried in thatj, lapse of time, and then, oh, biter bit,. to think of being thus ignominiousty robbed I Not a week ago I was proud-" ly boasting of the satety of money in my pocket.

What adds to my misery is the con-^ duct of my friends. They ask if I still

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patronize cars? Ill do not find tho• tare most exorbitant? They remark... on the mild weather that permits a man to leave his coat open, and com-r pliment me on my new pocket-book, 'Tis sharper than a serpent's tooth taftf, have such thoughtless friends. Last-^v-ly, what a snubbing it is to have your^ pockets picked. You are impressed with the remarkable cleverness

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these light-fingered gentry and with your own insignificance. They treat'J you like children, handle your person with impunity, and then walk off. What then is ten dollars in comparl-, son with the moral lessons and the per-, sonal humiliation that tbe pickpocket*.f teaches? rs.tfsr

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The Pall Mall Gazette declares that, to be perfectly oool and deliberate in tbe face of an emergency is no doubt agreat merit, but even presence of miud. .• may be carried too far at times, and,, there are occasions when tho impulse,. of tbe heart is a safer guide than tbe slower operations of tne brain.

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