Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 5, Number 15, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 October 1874 — Page 6

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PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

FLOATING AWAY. the raitiess river to-dv leaves of Autumn are flo^naaway,

T^ airborne swift away by the merciless

farther and farther they drift nora the afaore: Their brightness and bloom 1 shall know

Btraoon.

Learning to Spell Kate.

1*Cl«fly, Widow Arnold's bens were (be cause of James Henry'sshiftlessness. One day a fearful clatter proceeded from the hen bouse cackle, cackle, cackle, oat, oat, oat, eatarker, out, cut, cut, cutarker," cried the hens then the old rooster mounted upon a barrel at the door and flapped his wings in a trium-

fashion, and erowed so lustily Mrs. Arnold, who was frying mats In the kitchen, exclaimed: "Good land, what's the matter with tbem hens? mast be they're laid lot* of eggs. Run, James Henry, and bring »eia la 'fore they eat 'em up."

But James Henry, who was whittling with an old case knife, did not start, •nly asked interestedly,

,rHow

many do

you 'spose they're laid, mother Oh, I don't know, perhaps two dozen.

I got twelve and a half cents for the last I carried td the store. A jacknifc dont cost but a quarter/'

Well, what dlit? Go and get them

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say, mother, if there* two

dozen, mayn't I buy a jscknifof All Che rest of the bovs nave got 'era. Jim Green's's a beauty, and it didnt cost

^wlijvfctrs. Greentakesinwashing!" said his mother. James saw his advantage. "Yes, and Jim can't whittle no morn a"—woman he was about to say, but Hearing his mother might take ontense at this important time, substituted cow—"no mor'n a oow. I bet them hens have laid as many as three dozen they're aackling yet. Say, mother, naiaynH I buy a jacknlfoT" ••Yes, I guess so, if you area good boy and learn well at school,"

James Henry walked off jauntily, Ms bands in his pockets and a slight swing ill his gate betokening his satisfaction, Tin til eagerness getting the better of his dignity, he gave two or three jumps Which brought him to the door of the hen house. Alas, for human hopes! There were but twenty eggs. "Lacks four eggs of a jacknife,'' he said mournfully to his mother as he entered.

His took of disappointment was too much for her tender heart, and she went into the pantry and returned with a basket in which reposed twenty-four 'go ^There, sonny," she said, kindly, and buy a Jacknife, but be sure to get a strong one.

James Henry was tbe only son of. his mother, aad she was a widow. Years ago she was a rosy-clieeked farmer's cirl, a belle and a beauty, who for awhile flirted and kept the beaux hearts a flut«#rring in the way girls are so fond of, and then to their chagrin, married the te»st among them, Matthew Arnold, with a line chateau. dTEspagne, but none in this countiy, and a great fortune in bones and plans as yet not realized. STary's father bought them a little house and garden when he found her mind was made up to marry Matthew, and they went to housekeeping in that happy, inconsequent ffcshion people are so apt-

Matthew been rich, his friends

would have called him a genius, but as it was, two years had not elapsed since ere the neighbors said he was "shiftleas," no calculator which, now I think of it, are synonomous with genius.

But whatever the meaning of the Word, the house (not the Spanish castle, that was more beautiful than ever,) began to wear a dilapidated appearance, the ft&toes leaned over in a careless Cashion, and the gate swung idly in the breeae, for Matthew was all the time at work upon something, that was sure to bring a fortune—tat which never did. Sometimes it was churns of marvelous workmanship which were to churn and vorit oat the buttermilk at the same time then It was a dock with many new features, and was sure to become a general fevorite again, a steam engine, a kind of perpetual motion, as It was to oae steam over and over again.

But unhappily they all lacked some important element. 'Die churn wouldn't work, the dock wouldn't go, and the eo*iu* reftased to budge an inch.

Mrs. Arnold was the greatest possible oontrast to her husband. Bat for her tihey would hare come to want. She it was who not only attended to tbe housebold afikixs, bat cultivated vegetables in their little garden, sold c«{s from their |Mr feeas, butter from their one oow, and nun, ana wove for her room, fortunate

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More than ail the rest, she and pleasant as ever, and tIn herb

implicit tkith'

las. Sometimes the neighbors condoled with her, tat Mi*. Arnold would say,

MMatthew

newt rates thing!couldn't

There's that cittni, notr.I useltt© fttomeal In, irad ifsjost the nicest thing v«i aver see for that. The old clock I couldn't get afcmg without. I keep my blankets in ft, and the other WoaHsos, Kover a mouse gets at 'em. Tott have fioide* wbs* It feto have a husband sO handy to make thini

But the time came when Matthew

continued to do so up to the present, which brings as to the time when Jmam

qulsiUoo, the only remit was great plies of shavings, and his mother said rfeMt

ed every employment, mentally wwhed he

iiot»o tMundy. He waetbe vCTiestdunoe that ever wed wmcber: bat as he gr«toitovaly Atritlahed the sc^olam with tops, water wheels mi potatoes, fee was

perfootly oottW-nt lo be former at the |ja dtoaiv «»ionf Httle Kate WiUiamT^od at theXwd. Kate was lost skt yeaum old wise® Jmam Henry IwtMten, and as *b« was a aeood scholar, •ad tbe d»n9rhur rf the tillage lawyer,

«Rd not easily spoiled, and in thowdays f^tviir- a mm*.

^loepRog George M* "bra

for Jamea

not tyai ex'hirh oonttnaMdi A)|Rf t4»«*U«h nr\ h'-.i

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and aied

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would not comfort her when she went to the Academy and was escorted home from lyoeuma and singing schools by George Clifford: for what prl of sixtee* la regardless pi beaux and moonlight

As for James Henry, he was the Cockney's ideal of a Yankee. Tall, lank, light-haired, shrewd-eyed, simple and talkative when he stood leaning up against a woodpile, whittling, you would exclaim: "A live Yankee!" Strange that this is the recognized type, whon in reality it is the exception. The rale follows alter youths of George Clifford style.

Meanwhile. James Henry was not idle. He had fixed up the old churn so that it worked like a ehann tbe widow Arnold said the old clock had found a voice and ticked regularly and loudly in the corner, and on a clear afternoon, passers-by could hear mysterious noises in (the attic where James Henry was working at some machinery of Ida own. The neighbors shook their heads and ejaculated, "Jest like his father, shiftless. Neverll amount to nothin', no mare'n he did. Goin' on twenty-one and layin' 'round for his mother to wait on."

Kate bad a kindly feeling for her old schoolmate and was sorry to hoar of his ahifUesaneas, and ahe decided when she had an opportunity, to talk with him in a friendly way and endeavor to make him understand that it would be much better to undertake some steady employment than to follow the bent of his erratic duncy.

One day, returning from the village she passed Mrs. Arnold's house and paused to note its appearance, which was net one whit improved, but as unkempt and dilapidated as is suitable for the abode of genius. Kate gave a little sniff of contempt at the blaok walls, and the flying shingles, just as James Henry came te the door. He no sooner saw her than he called oi& ®ow d'ye do, Kate." W "Good morning, Mr. Arnold," replied Kate.

He appeared disconcerted for a moment, and said deprecattagly: hope hain't put yott out, nor nethinV'

Certainly not," she answered freoz-

/should feel powerful sorry if I had but wait jest a minute"—and he vanished into the house..*

Kate was vexed at his assurance, as she was pleased to call it, and walked on, determining not to wait, but curiosity becoming stronger than pride after a few steps she paused, just as James Henry came running breathlessly toward her holding something in his hand. "There, Kate," he said, and a blush overspread his »oe while his tall, lank form twisted about awkwardly, "I made it for ye some little spell ago, but I hain't had

chance afore to gin it to

ye." When he was embarrassed, he talked the vernacular in away to make an etymologist's hair stand on end with frenbut Kate did not notice it, her attenon was fixed upon the work-box, dainty and delicate enough for a princess. OH the corner was a bunch of grapes with leaves and tendrils, so exquisitely natural as to deceive one, particularly as they were stained a rich purple and dark green, while the whole was beautifully polished. Delicate carvings of network and flowers adorned its sides and the tiny compartments. No wonder Kate's eyes glistened with pleasure. "Why, James, is it possible that you made this It is perfectly lovely."

Girls say "perfectly lovely" when looking at a sunset, eating an ice-cream, or describing a picnic, and Kate felt hardly satisfied with the words, but James Henry was delighted. Perfectly lovely, yes. and so was Kate, with the bright fiusn upon her cheeks, and the pleasant sparkle in her eyes.

I am real glad you like it," he said, I whittled out your name en the side, there. You haven't noticed it. I guess."

He could not account for the change in her expression. .The mouth drew down into a scornful curve, the forehead took on a wrinkle, and her eyes were ready to overflow with vexation. Tbare it was, scorn, anger and sorrow. What could it mean

Ain't the letters pretty? I liked them best of all. That C—" "That CI" she repeated scornfully.

C-a-t-e! Did yon think that was the way to spell my name t" "Oh, that all?" be exclaimed, I was afraid you didnt like the way I made 'em."

He could not have said with Shakespeare, "What's in a name?" for to him more of swet*ness and beauty lingered round the name of Kate than any oilier —but a letter! Kate was Kate, however spelled. In fsfct be did not know yet wherein he had lhlled, and he innocently asked:

Whieh letter is wrong ?w She looked at hint, douhtingly. "Is it possible you do not know? It Is spelled with a instead of Oh, Jamea," she cried, and her lip trembled, to think that you didn't kn»w any better! Almost twenty-one and not Know how to spell. 1 should be ashamed to do as you do. How can you bo contented to stay at home for your poor mother to support while you are pounding and hammering away the livelong day on what will never do yeu any good? If you mint ponod and hammer there is meaty to ao on this fence and window and Be a man, James, and help yonr mother. Look at her now, digging potato®* for your dinner."

James Henry had listened to this tirade with shame and sorrow. His ftoe at first so flashed was now deathly pale. He was not angry, though had he been lees humble Ke wonlti have reseated aacb interferenoe. He answered the soornfal beauty humbly "I mean to do right. Kate. Sottt$ttme mother shall _***£ have to do anything. What had I ter dot go through college?"

James, but you can help your mother and fix up UM»

house and fences and.

nwteinMri. "Ihaveal-

every employment, and i^reoff io venting (very

^Whal^'Tebrtdce teeagerly. gtereirfy»empW»tt^fr™*l ••Until ywa mm to epellj

her

I Kate. 1

aK»«P and sffll w*artng tbe SinStoSfci*» tamed «adw«« walk-

Kate, take the box: do he

mid, so «*l geW, IhtfW took it and said ImpaWvely ««Yon have the best disposition I ever knew oC Jamea. Bat then," site sneeringly, "you any pride."

Ho/* he aatd, "I mppcm not." Then, with mm witehery of manner, jfor was r'ru(u»alde as summer

n» f^rcsve nttfthmiNBtmt logs. JJai yoa will not forget Vr T&t wou an an angel? No. Kate, jbe'v. .r net Well, bami die wot****}', leaving

awn,

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Henry unhappy and anxious. He had not much priae, itia true, nor ambition, bat what little he had was fully aroused and not again to be caught napping. For the first time he realised that lib life thus flur had not been manlynor masterful, but be would change It. Kate should be proud of him yet. He would win jfcme and honor and wealth—yea, and scholarship, for her sake.

It was no light task he had set himself about to work out, but he bad perseveranoe if he lacked pride and ambition. Love for Kate supplied the latter qualities. Hitherto he had never applied his mind to study, because, like so many of his class, he underrated its value. Now all was changed. An education he must and would have, though he realised that his poverty and ignorance were to be serious drawbacks.

He applied to the Rev. Mr. Grey for advice. Happily advice was not all he received for the minister, seeing bis earnestness, and being one of those who delight to impart knowledge, at once promised to assist him with the loan of books and to hear his reoitations. James Henry, in return, agreed to keep the tfilnistor's wood-pile flourishing.

The lessons went on in the low chamber under the eaves, and he labored over his books harder than he overworked before. But after a time, as his mind became disciplined to study, he found it more agreeable, and astonished Mr. Grey by his improvement, which was really extraordinary.

No one was made acquainted with this change except Mrs. Arnold, whose eyes glistened with pleasure when the minister, as he occasionally did, spoke Of her son's sucoess. In Justioe to James we must say that Mr. Grey's wood-pile presented a fine appearance. The neighbors wondered and speculated, as to this one-sided friendship, as they called it, and still more who oould be going to marry, for he had newly shingled the house, painted it a neat white and discarded from the windows the old

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with which Mrs, Arnold had hitherto cheated stern winter, and substituted an unbroken array of glass. The fence was mended and the gate left off its tipsy manoeuvres to swing soberly on its hinges. A neat row of vegetables behind the house evinced more cultivation than Mrs. Arnold oould have bestowed. Certainly a radical change had taken plaoe In James Henry. No wonder the people speculated as to tbe caurfe.

Kate noticed all these signs and that James Henry had ceased quarreling with the moods and tenses and evinced aoquaintanoe with Webster strangest of all, he began respecting himself. She was sorry more than she liked to admit when he called to bid her good-by6. He was going away, but where or for what purpose, he did not say and Kate would not inquire. There was a new manliness in his appearance that precluded a patronizing manner, and that was tbe Form in which she had hitherto thought it proper to manifest her interest. She shook hands with him at parting and said, kindly, "I hope you will be prospered. James," without in the least knowing where her wish was to be centered.

Thank you, Kate," he replied. "Fortune helps those who help themselves, and I mean to aid the old fellow all I can."

He went away and Kate more than once caught herself thinking he was very much improved and rather goodlooking.

James Arnold was going to college, but no one knew of it save his mother and Mr. Grey, who had used his interest to get him the place of janitor w"here ho could earn his tuition. James' energy, aided by what little money Mrs. Arnold could spare, was some way to get board and books. With such prospects he left home. From the smallest beginning he had in three years been fitted for college, and Mr. Grey felt proud of his pupiLand not without reason.

Time went on. Mrs. Arnold remained at the little cottage, the neighbors plodded on in the same old way, to mill, to meadow, to meals and meeting, while Kate grew handsome and stately in her father's house. Lovers she had and plenty, but all fered the same, even George Clifford, who was worthy, handsome and talented. Her temper had hecome less sharp and her words less thoughtless, but* otherwise she was the same bright, sparkling Kate of old.

One day a rumor started up somewhere that James Henry Arnold had gone to Europe with a great invention of his, worth thousands of dollars. Next the particulars were circulated. Kate heard them from old Martin Foss. the gossip pas excellence. He was working for her Gather and came into the kitchen ostensibly to warm, but in reality to tell Kate the news, which he had worked over

Why did he not send it directly to the patent office Inquired Kate, who was much unused with his story.

Why didnt he? He knew what he Wat about, James Henry did. But where was I? O, I recollect. "Taint nothin',' se* they, 'we ain't got no time to bother with iJ» ,,

James Henry was mad, but be didnt soy ho thin' only tflrns round as per lite as you pleas*, and

H»ood day, gentlemen aim,' tod walks oft He tnado up his mind to go to England and see victory. Yoa see bsfd board what a nice woman she was, so he tost packed up and took tbe train for SurUnd. When he got there sa it happened, Victory was a walkin' in the sarden. Now you know women te dreadful earua. So she sees his machine under Us arm ami asked him what It

He explained It all oat, and shew* ao took with It that she paid him fifty thousand dollar* for it, and mm ahe wants him to live in England, but I dent know," said Martin, with tavdahto oandor, "whether he will or not."

Kate smiled at

tfae«mdu*loo,but

wa»

"euros" enough to ask Mr. G«sy the next time the saw htm: "What is this I beer about James Arnokfsgolng to Karope?**

Mr. Grey laughed heartily. So you have heard that little roman«ew He has not gone to Ettrope." "Tben it hi all untrue." said Kate.

Not ail,** he repfced. "He has Invented amnddne-^ost what, I cannot my, 1 know ao little about wueh things but it te patented and highly spoken of. In lik I suspect oar mead is on the road to fortune. He deserves

SUOWMH,

for b* baa persevered under difficulties that would have discouraged almost any •. Only to think at tweuty he

could scarcely Mad or spell, and at twenty-five he is a graduate of college and a suoceesful inventor

Is it possible?" eried Kate. Certainly. No one has been Informed except Ida mother and myself, for I suspect he wished to aatoniahsome one by his success'' and tbe good minister smiled upon Kate.

It seems to me I have a letter for you," said he, slowly s»rcbing hi* pocket. "Oh yea, I thought I was not mistaken."

Kate toek it, trying to look unembarrassed, bat succeeding poorly. Mr. Grey excused himself soon alter and Kate perased her letter, It ran thus: "I have learned to spell Kate. I learned to love Kate long ago. May I oome and tall her how rauoh?

JAMBS H. ARNOLD."

And she answered: "If yea have learned to spell Kate, oome and read Kate."

He came aad found it decidedly pleasant reading, and Kate did not find it difficult to lovo the tall, dignified gentleman, who but for her might never have known how te spell.

Martin said be "oilers spidoned there was some understandin' 'tween 'em," and the neighbors said that they knew aad always said that Jamea Hj&nry Arnold the sort of a bridegroom

AN OLD BA GHELOR MAKES. Young man and young woman, you think wat tbe divine intoxication of u^ship Is to last forever. You think

Is always going to be an ecstatic pleasare to trudge mile through tnud and rain to buy Seraphine Anne a paper of pins. But this state of things can't last. It's too high pressure. It must cool down. When you are married, and she Is yours and you are hers, and the novelty of the affair is over, and you are fairly settled down into "old married folks/' then comes the test. Then, if you nave been a orabbed old bachelor, full of little whims, habits and peculiarities as in the fretful porcupine of quills, then will come the tug or war. Don't you recollect how, when single, and yoa came home after some tedious business, heated, tired, irritable, and disgusted With the world, and got alone in your room, that you used to fling books and blacking brushes about, aud swear and thrash around for an hour or two before you simmered down into comparative calmness? Well, matrimony won't cure this—at least at first. But you mustn't cut up so now. Even a temporary raving maniac is not a proper or pleasant person for any young woman to bo shut up alone with and if, on entering, she sees trouble written on your face, and asks you, "What's the matter?" and you reply, "Oh, nothing," because you don't want to be spoCen to, and, aDove all things, it annoys and irritates you to be so interrogated, and still she persists in asking, "What's the matter?" and still you try to say, "Oh, nothing*," as mildly as you can, only it won't be said mildly, and it comes off your tengue as a pistol shot, and you would just then like to bite somebody's head off. Oh, won't you at such a time wonder where the amiability, the oil, the sugar, the honey, the sunshine of courtship has all gone to? And bow will you feel—you who have been accustomed to go in and out of j*our vile bachelor's den without inquiry or hindrance? How will you feel as you start to go out for the purpose of getting a drink around the corner, to hear lier say, "Where are you going?" and this a dozen times a day, and every time it is asked you must stand and rack your brains for anew life.

But I have learned a great deal during my short matrimonial career. I would not have remained single if only for the sake of the information I've gained. I know now, in the first place," that one's wife is never in the least wrong. If there's a row, it's you, all you, every bit your fault. You may labor by the hour trying to make her own up that there being one pound avoirdupois or sixteen ounces of blame between you, you are willing to take fifteen ounces of that blame, provided she will but shoulder the remaining ounce, and she won't. When she says she will be only five minutes getting ready to go out it means an hour, and when she says she's all ready it means fifteen minutes more for putting on tbe final touches. She may never bo considered really dressed until fairly out of the house and round tbe corner, and even then, the chances are that she's forgotten gloves or handkerchief.

If there was a bedroom a mile long, and her entire wardrobe could be packed in a bandbox, still you'd find portions of that wardrobe scattered along the whole mile of dressing-room. She's a nice thing to look at when put together, but this wonderful creation is evolved from a chaos Interminable of pins, ribbons, rags, powder, thread, brushes, combs and laces.

his own satisfaction. They do say," ho began, rubbing his hands over the warm stove, "James Henry Arnold is agoin' to be a powerful rich man, and he aesarves to be 'oordin' to all 'counts. He's just lived in a garret on broad and water, not much of that they say, a workin' on that ere machine of hisrn. Wall he got It done and fetched to some men to look at it, but what does they do but jest won't look at it at all. Must have been a dreadful disappointment to Jamos Henry! But be wasn't discouraged, bless you, no, he'd got too much grit. He took it to some more parties—-eoine more, he did. Twant no use. "Twom't take you more'n a minute to look at it,' nays James. ""Taint nothin',' says they, 'and we haint no time to bother.'"

If there were 7,00 drawers in your room, and you asked for but ono io be kept sacred and Inviolate for your own

rivate ase, that particular one would full of hairpins, ribbons, and soiled cuffa. Some provision, some protection In this matter, should be inserted in the marriage service.—[San Francisco Bulletin. s^stsssss^assa

HINTS ABOUT THE PIANO. Get piano as poweiftil as possible— about eighty hohse-power we should say—if it don't make all the neighbors on the square run their heads out of the windows every time you strike the keys, yoa mr.y oonclude It i»nt powerful enough, and the quicker you can exchange It the better the house as you ears, with an

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countenance, yoa may conclude your piano is all right as regards power. A piano is sometimes weak about the tenor or middle part of the key board. Tosail^yourtelfWiatyoureianotj Mfce a beetle and pound on the key board a few times, or drop an anvil on it from the third story.

Pianos av» either ^uni-chordN hi. chords, or trl-ehord*. Ifclaja good plan to tri-chords before you bi-chords no matter whether 'u'nl-chordor not. You din buy cord* of pianos that never had a chOKl in them.

You should learn to tutti vtmrown piano. In order to do this keepa hammer, a wdr of blacksmith^ tongs and a bed-wrench always on hand. It is the easiest thing ia tbe world to lane a piano if you only have the tools. met ma fats. jtfew Orleans judge, riding

the

cars recently, from a single glance at the countenance of a lady by his side imagined he knew her, and ventured to remark that the day was pleasant. She only answered "Yes."

Why do yt* wears veil?" Lest I attnwei attention." "Itia the province of gentlemen to admire," replied the gallant man of law.

Not when they ate married." But I am not." "Indeed!"

Oh, no Pm a badhelor." The lady quietly removed her veil disclosing to tbe aetoniaed magistrate the fkoe of fails mot her-in-law. lie has been raving maniac ever

AT TUB PHOTOGRAPHERS. Having a photograph taken is owiof the great events in man's life. The ohief desire Is to look the very best, and on the success of the picture hinges in many cases the most important epoch in life, Tb work up a proper appearance time enough is used which, if devoted to catching fleas tot their phosphorous, would cancel the entire national debt and establish a New York daily paper. When yoa have completed your toilet you go to tbe gallery and force yourself into a nonchalance of expression that is too absnrd for anything. Then you take tbe chair, spread your legs graceful iy, appropriate a calm and indifferent look, nnd oemmence to perspire. An attenuated man with a pale moe, long hair and a soiled nose now comes out of a cavern and adjusts a camera. Then he gets bade of you and tells you to sit bock as fkr as vou can in the chair, and that it has been a remarkably backward Summer. After getting you back until your spine Interferes with the chair itself, he shoves your head into a pair of ice-tongs Mid dashes at the camera again. Here, with apiece of discolored velvet over his head, he bombards you in this manner: "Your chin out a little, please." Hie chin is protruded. "That's nicely now a little more." The ehin advances again, and the pomade commences to melt and start for freedom. Then he comes back to you and slaps one of your hands on your leg in sock a position as to give you the appearance of trying to lift it over your nead. The otnerls turned under itself, and has become so sweaty that you borln to fear it will stick there permanently. A new stream of pomade finds its way out and starts downward. Then he shakes your head in the tongs till it settles right, and says it looks like rain, and puts your chlft out again, and punches out your chest, and savs he doesn't know wh*t the poor are to do next Winter unless there is radical obange in affairs, and then takes tbe top of your head in one band and your chin In the other, and gives your neck a wrench that would earn any other man a prominent position in a new hospital. Then runs his band through your hair and scratches your scalp, and steps back to the camera and the injured velvet for another look. By this time new sweat Mid pomade have started out. The whites of your eyes show unpleasantly, and your wnole body feels as if it had been visited by an enormous cramp, and another and much bigger one was momentarily expected. Then he points at something for you to look at tells you to look cheerful and composed, and snatches away the velvet, and pulls out his watch. When he gets tired and you feel as if there was lut very little left in this world to live for, he restores the velvet, says it is an unfavorable day for a picture, but he hopes for the best, and immediately disappears in his den. Then you get up and scratch yourself, slap on your hat, and immediately sneak home, feeling mean, humbled, and altogether too wretched for description. Tne first friend who sees the picture says he can see enough resemblance to make certain that it is you, but you have tried to look too formal to be natural and graceful. ...

210 W THE CHICKEN GMQ WS IN THE EGG. The hen has scarcely set oh her eggs twelve hours before some lineaments of the head and body of the chicken appear. The heart may be seen to be beat at tbe end of the second day it has at that time somewhat the form of a horse shoe, but no blood yet appears. At the end of two days two vessels of blood are to be distinguished, the pulsation oi which is visible one of these is the left ventricle, and the other the root of the great artery. At the fiftieth hour one auricle or the heart appears, resembling a noose folded down upon itself Hie beating of the heart is nrst observed in the auricle, and afterwards in the ventricle. At the end of seventy hours, the wings are distiaguishable and on the head two bubbles are seen for the brain, one for the bill and two for the fore and hind part of the head. Towards the end of the fourth day, the two auricles already visible draw nearer to the heart than before. Tbe liver appears towards the fifth day. At the end of seven hours more, the lungs and the stomach bocomes visible, and four hours after wards, tbe intestines, ann lions and the upper jaw. At the one hundred and forty-rourth hour, two ventricles are visible, and two drops of blood instead of the single one which was seen before The seventh dayr the brain begins to have some consistency. At the one hundred and nineteenth hour of incubation, the bill opens, and the flesh appears in the breast. In four hours more the breast-bone is seen. In six hours after this, ihe ribs appear, forruing flpom rtebaek, and the bill is very visible, as well as the gall-bladder. The bill becomes green at, the end of two hundred and thirty-six hours and if the chicken be taken out of its covering, it evidently moves itself. At the two hundred and sixty-fourth hour, the eyes appear. At the two hundred and eighty-eighth, the ribs are perfect. At the three hundred and thirty-first, the spleen draws near the stomach, and the lungs to the chest. At the end of three hundred and fifty-five hours, the bUl frequently opens ana shuts at the end of the eighteenth day, the first cry of the chicken Is beard. It afterwards gets more strength and grows continually, till at length it is enabled to set Itself free from its confinement.—[Sturm's Reflections.

A BOTS ESSAY ON MONEY. Money is a v«fry peculiar kind of staff. It is about the only thing which a person knows more about whea be don't have it than when he does.

Money is not a good thing to keep. If you keep it, St dont do you any good but if you spend it, it wont do you any more go^d.

Moiwy don't grow. You Just get it from oth«r people. Money isn't much account unless yoa already have U.

You can get money In several ways, bat it Is generally about as much trouble as it Is worth.

It does a person more good to find money than anything else* Bat whens person finds It he ain't satisfied he always looks around for more.

Money ain't like a dog. An old dog ain't worth keeping, but old money is iost as good as new.

If you want to Increase yow money you put it at interest. There is simple interest and compound Interest. Simple interest is the best. Compound interest draws more money, but you dont get it. Compound Interest dont do a person any good, unless It does a person good to die rich. I don't know whether it would or not. Most everybody would rather their dad would try It first.

CHLESTIAI. DISTANCES.—Stellar

travels 185,000 miles a second, yet some of tbe stars of the Milky Way are so frr from the earth that their light requires 15,009 years to roach as. And again, some of Use Nebulae mast have been in existence five million*

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