Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 4, Number 10, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 September 1873 — Page 1

Vol. 4.—No. 10.

THE MAIL.

Office, 3 South 5th Street.

[Original.]

MON HOUVHNIR. KLUI EAKL

While looking back far o'er the blending y«ar*, imwmeth wondro«»rtrrtngc Inlo each life there fall* a flood of tear*—

Into each comes a changr.

The little aweetlv art that I used to kl** Hath Hi nee a matron grown And often, even now, I aadly mus

The rapturwi I have known. Ah. well remember I while hitting here The day I held her hand In mine, and lined her sweet lips, no ono near

In that enchanted land.

That day ell

while sitting 'neath the oaks, I dipped A brown trew* frem her brow. And nailed her "pretty wife, my nectar-lip-ped

And sealed It with a vow. That vow 1 made wiw broken long ago Amtdat a flood ^f tenr» That pretty, itlrllnh face with brow of Know

I lost In coming years.

Ah, yea they tell me now that I am old— I'm driiwtng nenr the end Death and the piwt remorneleswly enfold

Kven the l«*t loved friend.

The night of life iiereno hath come at last, \Vhll*t *oflly I carww All thatl* left me of that aunny pant—

Thl* llttlo Mlk«n trem. ATTICA, A»g- 17. 1^-

Town-Talk.

I* IT MAN OH UK AST?

T. T. don't know. It looks like a man. It lias the human voice, and aporta the toilet of humanity. Somebody said to T. T., "O he's a great hog." This was mild in atone which indicated that it wi« no secret, but that everybody who knew hint, know his porcine nature. Another somebody s^id, "Ho is all animal and a woman declared emphatically, "IIo l» beast." When T. T. bears aueh positive assertions made about a being which bo had supposed was a man, and when tho testimony comes from so many sources, bo 1h puzzled. He don't know what to think or do. Ho don't like to sit at the table with Iwtfs, and bo really would not walk the streets with one, not arm in arm, If bo knew It. What da people moan? It may bo a hog with a little humanity in it, a kind of middle development bdlween pork and humanity, or it may ho a in*n with a good deal of tho hog in him, a hair way station on tho road from humanity down to hogdom. T. T. has been studying this specimen, and though puzzed still with the question whether it Is man or beast, he has learned soiuo facia. T. T. took observations

IS COMPANY.

Ho—T. T. will give him tho benefit of the personal pronoun—walked about tho parlor like a man, IIo talked and smiled in a human way. Ilut ho had a kind of beastly way about him. For In* stance Mrs. camoln. She Is known to be rather feeble. This thing sat in an easy chair, the only sest not oc cupied by ladies. Ho nodded to Mrs. and then went on chatting with the ladies altout him as if perfectly oblivious of her presence. She stood till some woman gave her a seat, and this nun, or beast, still hold on to his easy chair. It was the same In all matters pertaining to his comfort. He simply took the best, snd enjoyed it Just as much as thorgh he took it from another. If his comfort snd Interest were not cared for was no fault of his. If the comfort of others was destroyed It was becauao they were so unfortunate as to have Interests iu conflict with his. There were some strong traces of porclnity In the parlor, T. T. sounded his workmen, snd took observation in nw orric?K, Nsbodv's Inteiest but his seemed to be of any consequence. If a man was tired almost to exhaustion, or wanted to get off to meet a frtend, or attend to a little matter of his own, ba was ordered to do this or that which the tnsn, or beast, might just sa well have done himself.

Nobody In the office or shop ever expected that any Interest or desire of his own would be consulted, bat all about him would be guilty, snd as a mstterof course, deprived or sny right* or possessions of which be could get the con trot. Tbare would be no fuss about It on his part, but he would just lake all he could, as naturally snd unconcernedly as a hog would stand In the trough while It au the contents.

IN TlfR FAH1I.T

T- T. found the porcine trail*. The fralj wlfo gave evidence to all who met her, of the beastly nature of the husband. Kvideuty she was sacrifice to his lusta. Tired or sick she most minister to bis wants. Hi* tastes must be consulted and followed In all matters, bers in none. She might run her tired feetoffbeforc be would leavo his paper to do anything to save her a step. She might be out of bed with the sick child all night, but he slept as soundly snd snored sa loudly and regularly as If all we* quiet.

He never seemed to tbink that the children had any claims upon blm. Claims upon him. Indeed Such an idea never entered bis bead. But whatever he wanted be went for as in

WUBIVV91 IIO «v considerately as an old sow dragging scarch of worshippers tor the 8abbatb

the teat out the pigs mouth, and trampling Into the mud any unfortunate member of the litter that happened to bo in the way.

Did auybody ever see anything like this? If so, what Is it? Is it man or beast T. T. pauses for reply.

BTAttTLINO

The horse and carriage of a woman of considerable wealth, but of such loose virtue that she Is known to have frequently visited houses of bad repute In this city and elsewhere, and makes no effort to conceal the fact that this is her custom, may be seen standing at the door of a prominent citizen. The young men, a son of tbis citizen, and a friend staying with him, both of whom are of unquestionably good character, and move in the first ranks of society, unblushlngly receive this woman, and on almost any evening one or the other may bo seen riding with her on the prominent street-of the city even before nightfall."

Is T. T. mistaken There may bo a slight mistake in tho above, but it is of no consequence. Possibly the genders are reversed, that is all. It may be— T. T. thinks is, the horse of a man of loose character, and that tho parties of unquestionably good character ate ladies. Hut It's nil the same, Six of one and half a dozen of tho other. Ilespectablo young ladies receiving to thoir home, and riding with an acknowledged llbertino, or respectablo young mon receiving to their home, and riding with an acknowledged prostitute, where is the diffonce? It is

w,,y

or tbe

other, and readors of The Mail .may take their choice. It don't make the difference of a continental which way.

Husks and Nubbins.

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TH COUNTRY CHUICCH BEI.I.. There Is something In tho ringing of a church bell that is hard to define. I have ofton sat listening to the bells, of a Sabbath morning, in a fit of dreamy abstraction and fooling something as Kirke White must have felt when he wrote those beautiful lines,

And yet I cannot tell thee why, I'm plena'd, and yet I'm sad. There isa wondrous pathos and solemnity In the sound of a church boll. As the deep, full palpitations come softly surging upon tho ear they go to ore's very soul and teem like some tender human voice, or should I say divine?— pleading In unartlculate langnago.

Tho dwellers In lurge towns and cltlos never hear the church bells to the best advantage. They have lino bells, it is true, great deep-throated ones, from which tho rich sound wells In a sea of music. But the surroundings are not favorable. In the first place there are too many bells and their conflicting tones mingle togother in a Rort of confused Jargon which destroys the best effect. It seems in some degreo as if these brazen summoners to worship were, like the churches which they represent, rivaling and competing with each other In a struggle for ascendancy. Then there is not the profound stillness and sense of Isolation which are nocesaary to the best effect. There is the sound of wheels In tho street snd of foot falls on the pavement. From your window you can see the houses of half a dozeu of your neighbors and the charm of a sacred and solemn loneliness Is broken. ou feel that you are In the same world as yesterday, only a little of Its busy strife 1* bushed. No one who has beard ihe church bells bnly under such circumstances can have any trueoonceptlon of their effect in the country.

Fancy yourself In the vicinity of a country village, alone and on a summer Sabbath morning. There iafor miles around you a silence that is almost utter. The wide fields stretch away vsoant and dumb. There Is a meadow with a few cattle reposing In the shade

the sky in tbelsaystlUneaa of a picture.

loudly anu through miles of Vlatf ncduTa He o.v»r nolle*! thl .h* b.d b~|. lf,»u b.« j™1'* «ch,. or w.. .In*, or ..rroM. If •.! Ml were dead be would aimply wonder mystery of its music. With each pull why dinner w«a not reedy, or bis slip-! of tbe rope there cornea a sharp best of (ten wc re not placed. emphasis, followed by a k»w and oonpera were no* pww.

TERRE-HAUTE, SATURDAY EVENING, SEPTEMBER 6, 1873,

fused murmuring, us If tberewere one central voice and a thousand smaller ones surrounding It, re-echoing and confirming Its command, and all were sweeping through the motionless air in

service. Thus hoard there is something almost divine in the sound of a church bell. It recalls vividly days so long since panged that ihey seem hardly to have been a portion of the same life you are living now you feel that there has been a great gap between that time and this —Instinctively feel it notwithstanding you can creep back by the aid of memory along theliuked chain ofyears and find every one unbroken. But when you have satisfied yourself thus that you havo not died and come to life again, but are the same identical being that you werewbon you listened to the village church bell twenty years ago its sudden stroke on tho still summer air knocks your arithmetic out of mind and places in its stead an instinctive feeling of a pro-torrestrial life.

There is a sermon In the bell—a better one perhaps than tho minster will preach insldothe church. Once within, the sacrod spell of solitude is broken. Thero are tho familiar faces oi your neighbors around ayd of tho old minister in tho pulpit. Everything reminds you of your everyday lifoand the charm of pootry is gone. The sermon too is full of harsh doctrine with which you cannot ugreo. Its views are narrow and bigotod. You cannot reconcile the God which it portrays with the God you conceived as presiding over the calm, tranquil world of nature. The wide fields and the peaceful sky above taught you a doctrine which is vastly different from that the old minister bus found between the worn lids of his family Bible, or rather, which some one else has found there for him some centuries ago for the old minister is not much given to searching out new things for himself. He prides himself on being skilled in tho theology of the old writers it is enough for him if he has in some small measure made himsolf master of their antiquated and rusty armor. It looks bright and new to him and seems as able to resist tho darts of evil men and devils as it was years ago when first forged from the gospel armory. And perchance It is and It Is you who have tho wrong views and not the old minister. Nevertheless you cannot help thinking that if a younger man was in the old minister's place, a man who had not lothered himself much about froe grace and election and the rest of those hard theological problems which have as many answers as there are sects In the world to answer them—but bad cast himsolf fully and cheerfully into the last-flowing current of modern thought and becomo Imbued with Its spirit and tendency, you cannot help thinking that such a mail would preach a sermon more like that of the church bell and thesuinmer fields and sky—a sormon differing from those of Baxter and

Hooker as the thought and life of to-day differ from the thought and lire of two hundred years ago.

But I did not start out to preach a sermon, but to writo of tho country church bell, which has ceased long ago —as perhaps I too should have done.

THE Kansas Magazine for September opens with a readable article upon the subject of death, and the dread of d^ing* In It the writer shows that death, with all Its terrors, Is not so much to be dreaded as many suppose. All the known evidence upon the subjeot goes to show that at tho last it Is but a harmleas sleep which knows no waking. At 20, says the writer, we talk sentimentally about It, or Jestingly, or defiantly. At 40 wo are of a mora serious mood we carry a grave or two in our bear's, and scarce care to stroll for choice in churchyards. At 60 we have accepted it as a dire necessity. "Friend after friend has disappeared oyer that steep bill and the command to climb msv come to us at anytime." Of the feelings and last words of the dying he savs "Tbe old man prates pleasantly of'the pastime of bis sturdy youth, the old woman laughs again lovingly to her boy lover, snd Napoleon expires, a lonelv exile at St. Helena, with a last proud cry o( Tde tfarmee." Dr. Bailie

with a few cattle reposing in &id that in bis vast experience he had of a tree afield of taaaaled commute known more loan oue out of and erect: a dusty road winding away

over bill and hollow. Above you bends the sky in thelsxy stlllneaaof a picture.

9T«ry

fifty dying men quit llfo one

.... mIiU mapa ft Kin WuRtl nOV hit more conscious than when they entered It. "Light, more light 1" cries

0oMh# wnh

The few white clouds that are In It Mullen, when dying, faintly intimates to a friend "1 wish I coold write have no perceptible motion. A bird hope about on a limb near yon, but utters no noise, as if It were afraid of Its own voice. That Boat which was commanded for this day thousands ofyears ago seems to be kept by every creature Mcmlly Inviolable. All at once float* oat on the sea of silence the soft music of the village church bell. The effect is beyond the power nf language to describe. It cornea like a voice failing ftom the utter silence of the heavene and trembling out In soft sound-waves which spread wider and wider until they have transfused themselves

bis parting breath. Dr.

would describe how pleasant a thing it. Is to die." Bacon, at the point of death, writes with Incapable angers of the snow-etnffed fowl which cost bim life. Di. Black whileestlng bread and milk, dies so tranquilly that bla stiffened fingers grasp the spoon with Its con* tents unspiit. Coffee cup in band, the spirit of Sir Charles Blagden pasi •war. while Day Lussao notes the cup of untaxed coffee in the deed man's band, not a drop having fallen to the ground. "That we live in tbe shadow of death is true, but the shadow is no t*rrib« darknesa that need scare or terrify us, and when it completely envelopes us we aball be only 'Like me who wrefw the tfmpcrv of his coocti About him, and Ilea down to pleasant dreams.**

Aprs* the 15th Inst, there wont be a licensed liqoorsaloon in Roekville.

orach for Baxter.

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ORIGINALITY"

Tbe article of "Husks and Nubbins" last week was suggestive of the following notes:

Tbe newspaper should give us something new. 80 should the publlo orator. But what fa originality? Here men's notions differ. Is is tbe absolute origination of facts or truths, evolved spider wise eut of the inner consciousness? Ruskin'B doctrine is that tbe artist oanuot creato and ought not to Imitate, be should interpret nature. Hiram Powers said that no man could croa'.e a form of beauty God alene can create. His models interpret for us the Ideas of beauty which otherwise would be unintelligible. Is not the office of the publio teacher analagous to that of tbe artist As the artist has to do with the Interpretation of the Beautiful, tbe editor and orator have to do with the interpretation of tbe True. And yet this is but a partial at&tcment, for both artist and teacher have to do with the Truo, tbo Beautiful, and the Good.

Tbo power of interpreting Is then originality. Not croatlon, not adding to tho forces or the matter of the uuiverso but answering tbe question of tbo intellect und heart of indn— tbis Is originality. How much ought the pooploto expect then of tbe editor or tho orator? Certainly not as a rulo tho evolution of systems or sciences. They cannot as editors and orators bo specialists. It takes a lifetime to add a single generalization in any ono bi-nch of science, say Geology, Botany, or Zoology. One must be a thorough master of Botany before he sends even a new plant to Prof. Gray or Prof. Wood. It is likely thoy know of it already.

Again we can lay it down as a maxim that exploded lies rovamped are of us liftlo value us an outworn statement of a truth. Only to tbe shallow mind does novelty of statement lend a charm to error. Tbe mind was made to be satisfied with truth, not more novelty.

I do not think "Husks and Nubbins" will stand by his statement, ••Every thought that is new is good." If I should say for the sake of vivacity that tho editor of tho Mail is known by all tho world to be a conscienceless liar, Incapable of truth-telling: that statement would be novel but all tbe same evil. "For every one who has sotno thought of his own to say, no inattor in what direction it tends, there is always room, and a welcome." It requires more genius to repress than to publish. Will "Husks and Nubbins" retract or explain?

This cry for "originality" or "freshness" has a foundation in human nature. But editors and orators are tompted to overlook truth to meet tho demand

Here is confession of the Chicago dally Times: "A person who possesses a grtiin of common sense, and who reads the daily journals, must be struck with the enormous extent of what may be termed destructive writing. Nine of ten ef the odltorlal articles ono reads are purely destructive. They attack existing facts, systems, institutions, or what not and their vandalism ends with leaving what they have assaulted In ruins. They never reconstruct. Like the Communists of Paris, they topple over tho Vendome columns that are about them In the social or political world, and erect nothing in their place."

It is much easier to criticise a plan or a system than to suggest a better. It Is easy to purchase notoriety at the expense of the faith or fortune of an­

No ono neod be ashamed to acknowledge his Indebtedness to others after reading Goethe's confession. "Much," said be, "Is talked about originality but what does originality mean We are no sooner born than tbe world begins to act upon us its action lasts to the end of our Uvea and enters into everything. Ail that we can truly oall our own Is our energy, our vigor, our will. If I could enumerate all that I really owe to the great men who have preceded me, and to those of tny own day, It would bo wen that very little Is really my own. Leeaing, Wllkenmann and Kant, were older than I, and it has been of the greatest consequence to me that tbe twoflrat powerfully Influenced my youth, and tbe last my old age."

I jet ua also remember that the whole realm of truth already mined and minted la new to each man born Into the world, aa Rlchter has observed "Destructive journallam" la therefore the destroyer of originality. It take# time from the study of truth to belittle and destroy tbeestabliabed on which as a foundation tt6 temple of knowledge Is building.

A contempt for history ia a greet corse of tbe journalism of to-day. The experience of tbe race is lost to those who will not study It or profit by it Tbe personal column and tbe telegraph dispatches ebould give us a picture of tbe present fketi we must look to the editorial column for the interpretation of the facta in tbe light of history. How shall our public teachers be for us (n t*rpni*r* of tbe *ta of life? We want now some answ to the problems of living. Here ia th (told for originality. It Is wide and amii-. A LKAHNKK.

People and Things.

Congressman Bird, of New Jersey, has turned In bis, finding th»t he couldn't fly with it.

A Missouri clergyman haa attached the church organ to recboir hie congregation to pay hla aalary.

If Philadelphia don't send an Alderman to jail every three months they consider it poor business.

Geo. Washington, at the age of twen-ty-four years, was commander-in-chief of all tha armed forcea of Virginia.

Nothing in tbe world ao conduces to beslth than to have a clean stomach and yonr name on no mercbant'a ledger.

A man's death was recently caused, in Illinois, by a spider. It was one of the iron specie—in the hsuds of his wlfo.

Olive Harper says an Austrian flea would cbaw up a California flea in one round. Can praise of game qualities go further

A Boston woman wantod to elope, but when her bnsbsnd gave her money to go she changed her mind—it took all tbe romance away.

It may make your railroad trip more pleasant to know that ono hundred and fifty persons h^ve bpon killed by the railroads of the United States during August. VI

Thero are 212 churches and about1000 ministers in Chicago. And thero aro people in other parts of tbe country who wonder why Chicago is such a moral city.

Being a little hard up for cash, a wide-awake Galena man went out to the graveyard, dug up his father's tombstone, aud sold it to a marble dealer* Tbis is a fact.

A fellow naindd Coleman, at Gallapiu, Texas, engaged a coffin for a man named Smoad, hired a grave-digger and four carriages, and then hunted up Suiead and shot bim.

Josh Billings gives tho following advice to young men "Don't bo discouraged if yure mustash don't grow. It sumtimes happens that where a mustash duzthe best nothing else duz so well."

In Marion, Tenn., the court adjourned for dinner, and all clearod out, forgotiing tbo prisoner, who was on trial for murder. After waiting for some time ho walked around to the jail and ordered his dinner sent to his room.

After keeping company with a man nine years a Chicago woman hinted that they bad better get married, but tbe uian replied that they would have to wait until his wife died. The womau has gone to the Courts to see about it.

Tho New York Mail wants to see a law passed inflicting a fine ol $25,000 for ovory passenger that is killed in a railway car, and |10,000 lor each case of injury. Pass such a law and half tbe married inen will have their mothers-in-law traveling on railroads all the year round.

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A Philadelphia Alderman aaw his dear wife fading day by day, and he prevailed upon her to go to the country. She started, but laturned next day and found her faithful husband drinking wine with two strange women. In spite of her falling health she didn't stop smashing furniture until there was only one chair left.

I willingly own, says a Saratoga viaUor, that I never aaw such a place aa this. Everyone la out of doors from morning until night, the ladles without bonnets, and the greater part or the men with bare heads. Broadway, from the Clarendon to the Union, teems 11 ko a vast drawingroom, where fair women, in gossamer apparel of all hues, are flitting backward aod forward like rose leaves scattered in tbe wind.

Sunday morning, Just as Rev E. B. Snydor, pastor of Trinity M. JR. Church was about to commence hla sermon, a little newsboy, with a powerful pair of lungs, passed by the church snd yelled out In stentorian tones, "Sunday Morning People 1" causing a perceptible titter to run through bis sudienoe. The reverend gentleman was equal to the occasion, however, and quietly proceeded, remarking: "Well, the devil got in tbe first word tbia morning, but we hope to be even with him before we are through.'?— find. Journal.

Do yoa approve," aaks one of Mr. Beecber's correspondents, "of tbe present faabton of wires leaving their huebands to the mercy of servant girls during the summer montba, and spending their time gossiping st the various wa-tering-places V* Mr. Beecber reaponded that "if a wlfa'e health require that the go to tbe country no husband not a curmudgeon will complain but it ia a moat unwifely and demoralising habit that fashionable women have of pi* as-ure-seeking at watering-placea while tbe husband wanders like a lost spirit through deserted rooms. No woman who values her domestic happiness as she should will leave bar hnsband thus unprotected,"

Price Five Centi.

A young lady "took a horn" the other day In church and nobody wss shocked His first nsme was William.

A Boston school ma'am has resigned and gone to Europe after thirty-six years' service In tbe public schools.

A fomale atudent ot medicine wants 120 "te buy a man to cut up. Most women can cut up a man oheaper than s? that.

Thirty-seven doctresses will come out of Ann Arbor with the class of :i 74. "All human Ills they'll cure with pills."

An Illinois schoolma'am has killed one hundred and fourteen snakes on her wsy to and from tbe school this I summer.

Pretty young lsdies with lovers should not wear those Elizabethan things on their nocks. It is not good 1 ay to ruff your partner's strong suit.

Tbe Woman's Journal says Kate Fields is a compound of Mark Twain, John Hay and Brote Hartc, with a propenalty for puns which is excruciating.

The umpire who lately decided that -A Miss Blank was tbe handsomest girl In La Crosse being looked after by the relatives of thirteen other young ladies.

A young lady at Cape May has a laoe bathing suit tbe mesb is sufllciently large to lot tho water and cbauce driftwood and 8ea-weod ,out,, S,h^ a?.trac)# much attention. «.

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Tbe only person on the coach recently robbed In Nevada who carried weapons was a lady, who now rejoices in the superiority of her sex and the posses- ,t slon of her money-bags.

The only article of femalo apparel worn by one of the lady Spiritualists at Vlncland recently was* fan. We has-: ton to add, however, that sbo was liberally dressed in men's clothe?.

A fastidious young lady in Chicago broke an engagement because lipr lover stained her sash and the back breadth of her dress with tobacco Juice. The discarded lover now taunts her for hor prido.

Mrs. Livefmore broke ono of her legs recently at the White Mountains. The public sorrow at tho event is somewhat: alleviated by tbe fact that the accident did not occur fo Xtfdia Thompson or| Pauline Markham.

A young lady sought to demolish an unfaithful lover by publishing some verses addressed to him, in wbicb, after prophesying her immediate dissolution, she said: "Come and gaze upon my dust, false one." But the compositor spelled dust with a "b," uud tbe young man weutto see her tho nextevenlng.

Miss Francis Wiilard is tbe first woman professor of tbe woman's college ol: the Northwestesn University at Evanston, Illinois, one of tho rules of which, is that at least one of the faculty shall be a woman, Sho occupies the chair of aesthetics, at a salary of ?1,800 a year, with tbe assurance of an annual advance of 1*200 for tbe next two years. Five women have been elected to tbe board of trustees.

A correspondent writing from London, says tbo princess of Wales Is one of the loveliest looking women I over saw. Sho 1s tall and perfectly lormcd. Her manners are winsome and wholly unaffectcd, and her every movement graceful. Her face Is all sunshine an0 sweetness, and ono never to be forgotten. Hor |K»pularlty In England ia very great, all classes regarding her with peculsr affection, not more for bcr peerless beauty than ber faultless character as a wife and mother. 1*^

She turns up In a new shape thla time. Hitherto she did farming, or churning, or wood culling now sho comes as a herder, lives In Jewel county Kansas, and Is »nly sixteen years old. This summer she herded sixty head of cattle made three sprons snd five dresses while sitting on horsebark, and taogbt two children their lessons in ber IdJo momenta. If any body knows a female tbst can beat this Jewel county treasury trot her out, and then wo'll exert ourselves In the Imaginative lineof^ewa paragraphs.

Pensively observing the fsablonablo young women of America, in their artloaa groupings In hotel companiea at the seaside, a correspondent of the Boaton Post goes on In this style: "Watch tbe grouping of those girla apparently accidental as It is, and see bow artistically they manage, with never a mistake. They know very well what they are about, and atudy for that very effect you are admiring. There are two girls whom you have aeen constantly together a sudden coolness seems to have sprung up between them they keep vary far apart, never speaking to one another at all you even hear one refusing to dance in the aame set of Lancers with the other. What haa happened t* break thl* friendship It moat be a.3 recent trouble, for they were driving together in the afternoon you are a little perplexed until you hear ono aay, "I don't dare go n*sr Nell, for ber lilac Itilis my blue.' If have an eye for color you will understand tbe estrangement, and wonder at it no longer."