Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 10, Number 23, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 December 1879 — Page 2

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TERHE HAUTE, DEC. 6, 1879

THE DEAD ALIVE.

RETURN OF THE SOLDIER AND HERO OF MANY BATTLES

Syne" affair, 'with a sentimental terminus of recent date. oat about the time that war was declared with Mexico, a young man named Henry Lauring and a young neighboring lady, Miss Vena Waldron, became engaged. When the trumpet of war sounded young Lauring, conceiving it to be a duty owed to his country, bade his affianced gocd-bye and became a soldier. They were devoted to each other and when the young man left the young lady vowed that she would WEVEH MARRY IF HE DID NOT RETURN.

After the fall of the City of Mexico, a man named Ralph Mitchell approached ILauring and stated that he had left Pike County subsequent to Lauring's departure, and that Miss Waldron bad dud a few days before bis departure. The young soldier was desperate, and wbon the troops "came marching home with a gallant tread," be was not witii them. Saving, in a moment, been transformed from an ardent soldier to a reckless man, be left the army, aud, embarking, went to Cuba. From there he went to Spain, Austria, Prussia and France. When tbe late Franco-Prussian war broke out lie entered tbe French ranks, and at Metz was almost

FATALLY WOUNDED.

When he recovered, the war was over, and remaining in France uutil'the Rus i«ian war with Turkey, be repaired to Russia and joined the army, though an old man. With a detachment of troops, Wbile attempting to cross tbe Danube, he was shot through the lung?. For a long time he languished in a hospital afut finally recovered. After the Mexican war, and when R*lpb Mitchell returned to Pike ceunty, he called on Miss Waldron and sympathetically told her that her lover, Lauring, was dead that be bad strayed from the camp one night and

WAS KILLED BY A BAND OF SCOUTS. The girl fell speechless to the floor. When she regained consciousness— when the rash of recollection forced its way over indistinct memory snags into the mind, a high fever spranz up, and for months she tossed on a bed, carln nothing for her surroundings, an dreading recovery worse than death. After a Ion- illness she recovered. Mitchell, who was very attentive to her iu her sickness, called frequently in health. One night while tbe moon was shining, while the pale moon shone on in fac»j of a paler girl, Mitchell told her of his devotion, "Wo have known each other from children," bo said "we have lived as neighbors. You know me my father and mother. I love you with a depth only known to a burning soul.

WILL YOU BE MY WIFE?"

"Mr. Mitchell," the girl replied, "I respect you highly, but I am engaged to another." "But ho is dead." "Tbe engagement is not. It will be consummated in heaven." "Is there no appeal lrom your decl*Bion?" "None." "Then I will tantalize you the more.

Lauring Is not dead. My love for you caused tne to declove him. I told him you were dead, and with a yoll of despair, he left tbe army. I did thlsf.r 1 ive."

Another long illness followed this. When a strong constitution again carae to the rescue of life. Mitchell had married a neighboring girl.

Years went on, as years Inovitably do. The girl's father .and mother sank beneath the clay. The girl lived with her brother.

THK CtVIL WAR

came on. The girl's brother's children grew up and married—not tbe girl, for •he was advanced id years. There were viues in the yard, and amoog them the onoe beautiful woman sat and mused. Summer and winter came and went. The love killing woman had read every book In the neighborhood. The birds sung, and the rabbit sprang from his damp, snow-sprinkled bed. But old songs and memories still swept the harp strings of a heart once young and still ardent.

One evening lai'- week Miss Waldron tat. among the vines in the yard. Her brother was gone to tbe mill.

AN OLD MAN

with along beard and with tottering walk stopped at the gate and asked it Mr. Walarou lived there. Miss Waldron invited him in. He approached and wbftn be had reached tbe vine covered porch, sank down on a chair, the one Miss Waldron bad vacated, and buried bis ffccein his wrinkled bands. "Old gentleman," Miss Waldron said, "can I do anything for you? Yoo look act weary." "That vole* tbe man exclaimed.

Yen*, don't you kn-»w me? Henry has-'' A shriek, and tbe old man stooped and lilted the form of an old woman from tbe floor.

When the brother bad returnstd and when the moon had risen, A COt'PUS OF OLD LOVJKRS walked out into tbe beautiful polished mace o? night. The party walked along the road.e* band clasped wltV' the otb*r. Op-iung a gue, tbey :rued into an enclosure. Taey stopped at a smuul. "Btml over, Henry, and see If you can rwad tbe Inscription."

H*»r»ry leaned over, then, straightening up,* said "It is the grare of Rt*

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Then, la the pale ui light then, while tbe soft air fanne th^'.n, Henry and e!**p*d tnod-* aenms thealtt -leveled nd, and said:

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destroyed so many years of ^Appl

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yaars will be happy ones.

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TO CLAIM HIS BETROTHED BRIDE.

JV VILLIAN OF THE BLACKEST DTE WHO DESTROYED THE HAPPINESS OP TWO HUMAM BEINGS.

The Little Rock Gazette says: Mr. J. ~M. Halsett, or Pike County, gives as the facte of a very interesting "Auld Lang

THE MY8TERI0178 BROTHERHOOD.

A DIMMER'S ADMISSION TO MEMBEBSHIP—HOW HE WAS RECEIVED, INITIATE^) AND 'ij MADE TO SETTLE.

He was a drummer, but he wonld not come ashore from tbe mail boat said be'd not atop at Madison, bat go on to the next city. The reasons he gave wereaafollows:

I ws8in Madison some years ago, and my recollections of that trip (I was then a "drummer") makes me shudder. I bad been round for about two days, and made good sales, and had also made tbe acquaintance of some good fellows (as I thought) in the central part of town. I was with a party at Mayor's Hotel, talking and joking, when one of 'em said to me: "You'd better remain to-night and join our bel ved order—the Mysterious Brotherhood. It'll be a great benefit to you in your travels. It's tbe best society in the State, and you can make friends by being known as a member in ten minutes after you stop at a city or a village."

I, like a sucker, took the cork under ana stayed and joined. Tbe Mysterious Brotherhood then met in a ball near tbe Mayor's office. A widow kept a saloon below the lodge room. There were about eighty members of the lodge, and most of them were present to assist in my initiation. The officers were, A High Mogul, Second High Mogul, Secretary and Treasurer, Inside and Outside Sentinels, and a Comet, with three Assistants. The initiation fee was anything the lodge could get, from |1 to $5. I was received at the ante room by a masked guard. I heard a grum voice say: "Is there any?person in waiting to be initiated into our beloved order?"

Another said: "There is one hard customer, my lord, who has deposited the blunt, according to the requirements of our sacred order."

A bell tapped, and tbe whole order inside yelled "Amen! Amen I was led in. The whole assembly were in long gowns, reaching to their feet, of various colors, and had their faces masked. I was blindfolded, and led three times around the room, while they all sang:

Should yoti feel Inclined to censure Faults you may in others view, Ask your own heart ere you ventare

If it lias not fallings too!" The bell tapped and I was halted befqje the High Mogul. Near him stood the Comet and three aids with stuffed clubs three feet long. I was sworn to answer all questions truthfully, and keep the secrets of the order. Every time I failed to answer a question immediately a stuffed club took me an awful belt "far below the belt" in the rear. The following questions were put and answered:

High Mogul—"Are you a married man?" Cand idate—•'Yes."

High Mogul—"How many children have you? State their ages, sex and complexion."

Before I could answer half he had asked me I was fairly lilted by the stuffed clubs.

High Mogul—"Are you in the habit of running around nights?" I answered "No" right quick, and though it was not exactly the trutb, I escaped tbe clubs.

The devils bad a big plank in the room, rigged on trestles, with one end seven feet high. Near the center of this plank was a binge that worked with a trigger but I knew nothing of this until later in the proceedings. I heard all the while running water, as it the reservoir was being emptied. Tbe bell tapped and I was marched around again. Tbe Grand Mogul asked

How much water is there in the tank The answer was, "Four feet J"

The Mogul said: "Let it be deeper." Then he asked me: "Have you any money, watches, notes, papers, rings and precious stones that will be damaged by water?"

I said, "No." He then sang out: "How much water in the tank "Six feet," was the answer. Grand Mogul—"Let it be deeper!" I was next led to the plank, and compelled to slowly ascend it. I had reached the end of it, and was on my knees, wbon tbe Mogul called out again: "How muoh water in the tank now?"

The answer came, "Nine feet." The bell Capped, tbe end of the plank flapped down, and I went headlong— but not into a tank of water. I was caught in a large piece of stout canvas, supplied with handholds around the edges and corners, and managed by eignt or teu stout fellows. No sooner had I struck the canvas than I was tossed in tbe air several times. They iibouted at every toss "once more," t.li finally I struck the ceiling, thon they quit. The bell tapped, and I was walked up to a coffin with tin gutters around it, and in tko gutters were various colored calcium lights. The bandage was removed from my eyes. In this ooffln was one of the members, painted up in as ghastly colors as possible, and tbe fellow representing the corpse had bis mouth full of flour. I didn't know it, of course, till tbey made me take another oath and stoop to kiss tbe corpse. Tbe cuss blew fully a teacupful of flour in my fsce and eyes. When I bad cleaned and wiped off my countenance tbe Mysterious Brotberhood all came around mo to shake bands. I shook, of course, but I really felt that it I had had two six shooters tbe population of Madison would have reduced to tbe extent of twelve.

THE LUCKY EDITOR. tTUca Observer. _x Ons of the beauties and charms of an editor^ Hfe is in bis deadheading it on ail oc i-ioiw. No one who has ever tasted ot tbe sweets of this bliss can begin to take in its glory and its happiness. He does one hundred dollars worth of advertising for a railroad, gate a "pass" for a year, rides twenty-five dollars' worth, *nd then be is looked anon as a header or a half blown dead beat, lie "puffs" a concert troupe ten dollars' worth and gets one dollar

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If his compliaaeotaries were paying tickets the troupe woo Id be so much In pocket. He blow* and pafft a church fextival tree to any desired extent, and doeati poster printing at half rates, and nu^.y gets a "thank yon" for it. It goes tn as apart of Ida duty aa an editor.

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does more work gratuitously for tb« and community than all tbe rest M-«tton put together, and gets tut »ii, while in many instances ere a man wbo donates a few dollars th* vurtb of July, base ball club or gratefully remembered. Ob, '-a thing to be an editor. He I jw nwr.

MARRIAGE AND DIVORCE. Puck. The preliminary step to Divorce is remarkably easy. It is Marriage.

But tbe wedding ring is like tbe hoop that tbe young lady clad in spangles jumps through at the circus.. Anyone can take a header at it almost anyone can get through it but your fate after you have got through is, as the country folks would say, "duber-some."

There is nothing more simple and more common than for a young man to walk out with a young woman, and get wedded to his companion for life and, if the operation is performed by an ecclesiastic, for eternity.

All it requires is a small marriage fee, a ceitain amount of cheek, and a suitable young woman. These things being given, tbe feat is quite within tbe powers of any brdinary young man.

But it takes more than an ordinary young man to come out ahead in the wrestle with Fate that is very likely to follow. Marriage, on tbe safest basis, is equivalent to taking a great many chances in a game where woman is dealing. Men are uncertain enough, in all conscience but when a feminine band shuffles the cards, the wise man Kdeps bis own trumps up his coat sleeve.

For suppose the game does turn against you. One year after you walked out of tbe church with your own little particular, personal, private angel on your arm, said angel turus out a very disappointing young mortal, altogether. She neglects you, and the baby, and tbe household, and reads Augusta J. Evans' novels. .. You tell her that you don't admire that style of literature, and call her attention to your shirt buttons. She says yeu area brute.

So does her mother. Her motb9r comes to your house to say so. A mother-iu-law is tbe only human being before whom tbe laws of hospitality bow down and acknowledge their weakness.

And one day you will be astonished at linding your 'angel, when you come home at night, sitting in a shabby wrapper, with a dazed look in her pretty eyes and the blush that was once on ber peach blossom cheeks transferred to her nose. She half laughs and half cries when she sees you, and she nestles up to your side, and puts up her mouth tor a kiss, and you catch a pungent flavor that makes you sick at heart.

Then the time comes when she is no longer maudlin and childish, but snappy and red-eyed and nervous when she glories in open neglect of her wifely duties, and laughs when the baby cries for food, and finally so tries your soul that, for tbe first time in your life, you lift your band against a woman, ana strike your wife

That is bad enough—too bad, indeed, for this deoent, humane, wise nineteenth century. But there are worse things. Men are 411 brutes, at the bottom of them, and women know this, and keep on band a stock of pity, that will condone even this outrage. But there is something worse. She strikes you back.

That settles the matter. Not even tbe thinnest, most fallacious pretense of love or affection or duty is possible after that.

Your wife's blow, delivered over your child's cradle, did not hurt you but it took the good genius of matrimony square between the eyes, and knocked him quite out of time.

Yes, you must get a divorce. How? Why, of course, by applying to the nearest court, stating your unhappy case, and making clear your legal right to take your children from the guardianship of a mother whose care is cruel, and whose example is vile.

You set out to get your divorc9. And realize for tbe first time, that you area poor man. You may have thought you were poor before, when you stinted your meals, and wore threadbare clothes and toiled night and day for the sake of love and life.

But ah! You never knew what poverty was until you found yourself too poor to purchase the freedom of your honor,

Poverty has you fast in its grip. The lawyers stretch out greedy bands for retaining fees. Court expenses are not to be neglected. And these are only the legitimate drains upon your purse.

Do you ask: what are others? Observe ycur rich neighbor, the bald octogenarian beneflict. He wants to get rid of his wife for no particular reason save a general idea that it is time for a change. How is it that he manages in a few weeks what you have been trying to do through long, weary months? How? Ask tne detective bureau—ask the horde of outlaws wbo hang about the lobbies of the courts, manufacturers of bogus euidence, spies, creatures of every disgraceful need. These folks feed high for many days alter such a divorce as old Jonas Gildedage's.

But there is no rejoicing among them when you, the poor man, come into court with your tale of woe to which jnstice will not turn an ear. They know that to dispense with your wife you cannot dispense with them, But tbey know they are auxilliaries, aud they know, too, that even if your poverty allowed it, your honesty would forbid you to employ them.

No, you are a prisoner, and cannot escape. From the little gold ring on your wife's finger has sprung a brood of links a chain of mingled love and hate, joy and misery, that binds you fast to your disgrace and your despair.

And to think that MONEY, if you had it, would set you free! Isn't it well nish enough to make a man a thief?

Not that we counsel you to turn thief. It were better, perhaps, to turn reformer and give us a better and wiser system of Marnage and Divorce.

AN "UNCULCHA'D" CRITIC* From the Anderson Herald. There are in every oommunity a class of persons wbo flock to lectures, lest tbey be numbered with the "uncultured/* and affect to eDjoy dry dissertations on subjects of which tbey are profoundly ignorant. Tbey are of that class of people wbo look down upon a minstrel show, and sneer at a circus, while tbe latter, probably, is tbe only form of amusement from wbtcb tbey oould extract any enjoyment—the down in tbe dag, or tbe painted nymph flashing through paper hoops, embodying what, in thdv heart of hearts, tbey know tbey are only adapted to enjoy. Women wboee highest idea of conversation is tbe veriest tattle of a kitchen maid or •coition, and men wbo can rise to no higher conversational attitude than the detaliment of obscene stories, Hock to lectures, that tbe poor, old ignorant world may tbink them •'cultured aud sit and gap and yawn and vainly try to tfciten to a disclosure upon a subject of which tbey know and care nothing. And tbe lecturer himself must be a prodigy of learning and wisdom to be able to instill Into tbe average bearer fifty to seventy-five oenta era dollar's worth of Information In an hour's disjointed harangue. Between tbe minstrel show aud tbe lecture, even at tbe risk of being clawed with tbe great uncouth army of "uncultured," we oonfees a ided preference for tbe former.

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TERHE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENHSTG MATTV***

"GIRLS'' AND YOUNG LADIES."

THE DISTINCTION MADE BETWEEN THE TWO TERMS—WHAT BENJAMIN F. TAY LOK, THE POET HA8

TO SAY ABOUT IT. S

Benjamin F. Taylor, tbe poet, has written a letter to a young girl at the Lowville (N. Y.) Academy, in which he mixed up poetry and good advice in eval doses most charmingly. What Mr. Taylor says will bear repeating:—

I call you a girl, but it is not tbetasniou anymore. The girls are gone and tnere is nothing left but young ladies. I like girls best. There used to be a flock of Carolines in Lowville, and as fair a flock as ever wore muslin. There were Caroline Collins, Caroline Northup, Caroline Davan and ever so many more. There were Cornelias, Sanes, Elizabeths, Marys and Paulinas. They were all girls and they never scorned tbe title. Now they would be Carries and Nellies, Lizzies, Mamies, Jennies and Cornies, and young ladies withal, every daughter of them. Let us not end our names in "ie." Let us not forget that affectation is the arc of being a fool according to rule. Let us learn to work worsted cats of impossible pink, if we must, but let us learn how to make Indian pudding and a golden loaf of corn bread as well. Let us talk French if we can, but let us avoid "slang" as we would pestilence and famine. Pure and undefiled English never sounds so musically as it does from the unadulterated lips of a genuine girl. Let us learn the exquisite art of keeping young. You read ot Roman rules. I think I have read Tyre, Tadmor and Thebes mentioned once or twice, but there is nothing so ancient in all this world as an old dilapidated heart. It is everybody's duty, especially overy girl's,to keep young. Now, to you and your classmates:— Dear girls, I pray you read the book of

Rath,

That old lovestory beautiful as truth Of onewholovea in everlasting youth: And say with her to Truth, "forever thine.-' Thy God my God and thy people mine,' So shall you keep in loriug step with thine, Ana life's sweet cadence proves a perfect rhyme And when at last the song is done, And level shines the dyiug sun, Another dawn will shaw its early light, And "good morn," though you have said "good night."

FEMININE VIEWS OF MEN.

I know a man who can write gentle, gossiping letters like women. He is straight minded and tender hearted, with immense energy and great good spirits. He smokes pipes, goes out snooting, plays billiards and cricket, is charming with all the grumbling old men and women. He eDjoyB life and all its good things with a graoeful temper, and makes most people happy about nim. He belongs to tbe school of athletic Christianity. Anna Isabella Thackeray.

With a vacillating man I never had any patience. If Esau chose to be fool ish and sell his birthright, I like him to do it with a dash and a spirit and a will of his own not to stand shilly-shallying between tbe two hankering alter the one, yet wondering whether the other is not better. All tbe flavor is gone out of his mess, and like the dog of Esopian fame, he loses both meats in that fathomless river, where idle regrets lie buried, never to be recalled.—Ouida.

Here is tbe man who possessesln per fection that sure criterion of abilities, a great power over the minds of his acquaintances and in a high degree that rare talent, the act of conciliation, without the aid of flattery. He is master of one great advantage in conversation, that of not only knowing what to say, but exactly when to say it in knowing when to press a point and when to forbear. He has the air, manners, and sentiments of a gentleman, without any sacrifice of his sincerity.—Hannah Moore.

Do I think men are strange being? I do, indeed. However, they regard the position of women in another light than they used to do they are beginning to approve .and aid instead of ridiculing or checking us in our efforts to be wise. I must say, for my own part, whenever I have been so happy as to share the conversation of a really intellectual man I have not felt that 1 was accounted a superfluity.— Cbarlotto Bronte.

When a man becomes only an elegant piece of furniture in a woman's lite, to be dustod at times and admired at others, it will be generally found that he endures tbe anuoyauce of neglected furniture—little more. The level that wo strike in tbe soul that touches us most nearly is almost sure to bo the high water mark of our own.—E. S. Phelpa.

It is hardly an argument against a man's strength* of character* that he should be very firm in other matters, and yet be under a sort of witcbery from a woman. Who shall measure the subtlety of those touches which convey the quality of tbe soul, and make a man's passion lor one woman differ from his passion for another as tbe morning light among Chinese lanterns and glass panels.—George Eliot,

Ic a general way, some men are good natured, easy, willing to bo pleased. In tbe intimacies of life, itf tbe uncurtained moments, tbey show themselves as tbey are. Tbere seems nothing fixed, nothing lasting, nothing vital in the feelings of women for eacb other their mutual attachments are only pretty band«of ribbon. Can I bear to reflect that yoo men can guard your hearts and we women can not?—Eugenie de Guerin.

Nothing is more Indicative of the lack of good manners than for one to introduce political or sectarian subjects in a social circle or at asocial call. One of the most withering rebukes that we ever heard was administered by Wendell Phillips to a self-conscious young man, at asocial gathering, one evening during tbe intense excitement on tbe slavery question that preceded tbe rebellion. Tbe young man gracefully threw himself into a chair by tbe side of tbe great agitator, who was engaged in con venation with others, and iu a loud tone of voice said: "Well, Mr. Phillips they are bavlng exciting times in Kansas, aren't tbey?"

The took that Mr. Phillips gave tbe young man was eneugb in itself to cause in itself to cause him slink out of sigbt but tbe accompanying words. "Young man,yoo forget where yon are!" sent him away down into bis boots. Tbe words were were few and simple, but tbe accompanying tone and look were terrible. A good Mend of ours wbo was an intense Democrat, and wbo was

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thing else but nigger" "but now," be added, "I shall respect him as long aa I live, for be baa shown me that he is a gentleman, acd be baa given that

CONNUBIA LIT1E8.

An Osbkosh man calls his wife Merit, because she has stood the test and be finds ber a sncoess. -'5

When yon wake up at night and hear the baby crying look out tor danger for tbere is a rock ahead

Honor thy wife's father ana mother that tby days may be long upon the land which the old folks give wee.

Brigham Young left seventeen widows, yet his grave is totally neglected The same old story—"Too many cooks spoil tbe broth."

Old Jones, in sneaking of clothing tbe other day, said ne never had but two suits in his life that he was proud of. One was his wedding suit and the other his divorce suit.

Advice to bachelors: Never marry a woman unless she is so rich that you would marry her if she were ugly, and so handsome that you would marry her if she were poor.

It is said that as soon a9 a Chinaman marries an American lady in this country he amputates his queue. Thi9 is conclusive evidence that the heathen Chinee has been a close student of married life in this country.

At a christening, while the minister was making out his certificate, he inquired tbe day of the month, and happened to say "Let me see, this is the thirtieth." "The thirtieth!" exclaimed the indignant mother "indeed, but it's only the thirteenth."

A young lady who had been married a little over a year wrote to her matter-of-fact old father, saying: "We have the dearest little cottage in the world, ornamented with the most charming little creepers you ever saw," The old man read the letter and exclaimed, "Twins, by thunder!"

The wife of a defeated candidate in Massachusetts the day after the election

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resented her husband with triplets, did not arrive at home until the next day, when he was shown his offspring, one at a time, until all three bad been exhibited, whefi looking quizzingly down at his wife, asked! "Are the returns all in, M'riab?"

When two young people, with a singleness of purpose and a doubleness of affection, sit up with each other, and when the clock strikes 12 he says, "Is it possible?" andahe says, "Why, I didn't know it was so late!" you may draw your conclusions that, if the business boom continues, a unified couple will be hunting a house to rent in the spring.

ARIGHT VP AND 1)0 WN WOMAN. Detroit Free Press. For once in the history of the Union depot its roof has sheltered a woman who knew just where she wanted to go, the train she was to take, tbe hour for departure, the fare and tbe time of arrival. She appeared to be about forty-

might have been taken of her amon tbe scores of others had she not inquire^ the way to the waiting room and added "Thank ye, though it's your business to answer all question*! That's all I wanted to ask of you, and you can continue your promenade!" "Going out on the train?" queried the officer. "Would I lug a big carpet bag down here and stand around in tbe cold if I wasn't?" she sharply answered, as she lilted her sacbel. Entering the ladies' waiting room she found the seats all taken. A portly man, reading a paper and taking a heap of comfort, occupied one of the seats' and halting before nim she dropped her sachel with an awful thud ana said: "Now you gi" right outer here! This

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Don't jeopardise tbe pleasure and harmony of tbe soda! circle by Intro* ducing any exciting or weighty topic upon wbicb a difference of opinion sure to exist.

iace is for ladies, and you area great man and orter be ashamed of yourself for crowding in among us!" "I—ah—ah—!" he began, when she interrupted: "Then stand up! My legs are tired walking down here and I'm not going to stand around while you sit down!" "Certainly—allow me—ah—yes!" he stammered as he rose up and gave her the seat. "That's more man like," she growled as she settled down, "but it seems to me that if I was you I'd feel sort o' sneaking in here! The more I see of fat men the worse I hate 'em."

The fat man bad a wife and two children in tbere, but he wasn't a minute getting through the door. For tbe next fifteen minutes the old lady sat very erect and stared about her, and then she started out to get her ticket, lugging her sachel on ber hip. A bootblack espied ber and called out: "Shell I carry your baggage wagon, Aant Sary." "Boy!" she replied as she dropped the sachel and reached for bis collar, "I haven't got any baggage wagon, aud in the next I'm not Aunt Sary to anybody! If you want your heeled jerked over the root of this depot you just give me tbe least of sass!" "'Scuse me, but don't pinch so hard," said the bov, and be squirmed out of ber clutch and retreated a safe distance to look at her and rejoice that he was not ber son.

She walked up to tbe ticket window, put down a lotot silver, and said: "I want a ticket to Jackson, and I don't want any talk about itl I know why I'm going, how long I want to stay and who I'm going to see."

Her ticket was handed her without a word, and as sbepassed on to tbe gate sbe said to tbe officer there: "Tend right to your business! There's no occasion for your asking where I'm going or if I got a ticket!" "Pass on, madam," be replied. "Don't try to flatter me!" sbe called back. "Your business is to see that passengers git on t! right train, and tbe less yon madam around tbe better it will be for you!"

HER FIRST MISSTEP. Washington Letter.

Mrs. Hayes violated ber usual rule, snd went to tbe opera tbe other evening to hear Emma Abbott. General Sherman accompanied ber, and they sat in tbe ordinary seats, declining to accept a box. It was tbe first time that Mrs. Hayes, wbo is a rigorous Methodist, has attended tbe opera here, snd I guess she won't go again, for tbe Abbott company doesn't give very tempting performances.

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SENSE AND SENTIMENT.

Co mm fib lenfe makes no parade. Always bestg| when rare—Family broils.- f|

Casual thoughts are sometimes of great value. Self-reliance is quite distinct from self-assertion.

An honest reputation is within tbe reach ot everyone. Love for the dead should not cramp our duty to the living.

Our hearts, in spite of us, will dream of heaven at eventide. It is the lot of genius to be opposed, and to be invigorated by opposition.

He wbo laughs at cruelty sets bis beet on the neck of religion and godliness.

People seldom improve when tbey

have no other model but themselves to

copy after. Fortune does not change meu it only unmasks them and shows their true character.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom that springs from the soul and tbe heart of man knoweth none more fragrant.

Strive to impress on your children that tbe only disgrace attaching to honest work is the disgrace of doing it badly.

Frequent disappointments teaob as to mistrust our own inclinations and shrink even from vows our hearts may prompt.

Patience is always crowned with success. This rule is not an exception. It may not be a splendid success, but patience never takes anything in hand that it does not sucoeed with, at least i» some form.

Hugging sorrow is not the way to lessen ft, though, like the nettle, trouble stings less when it is firmly grasped and not feared.

To think kindly is good, to speak kindly is better, but to act kindly is best. Let warm, loving light shine on all round you.

Do

good and be good, and, despite

all

that is Bald about this world's ingratitude, some one will love you and greet

your coming.? Sober sense, self-posession, intelligent self-control, are the sate guards of bead and heart, and make a beautiful temple for the soul.

Do not despise the opinion of tbe world you might as well say that yon care not for tbe light of tbe sun because you can use a candle.

The arms of wit ought always to be feathered wiih smiles when tbey fall in that they, become sarcasm and Ilk® two-edged swqjds.

A TOUCHING STORY.

Editor's Drawer ill Harpar's Magazine for December, This touching story was told by Eastman Johnson to our correspondent in Nantucket:

On a narrow island near the New England coast, where primitive cos-' toms still obtain, where the orier goee» about the streets by day and the watcb man by night, where they dispose surplus meat by auction, and the men}: maid and the jolly tar go junketing tomt cala

sether in an ancient calash, lives an old lady. Auntie sheltered three

Tbe same roof has

enerations of her fem-

Ti

general

ily, and it would require little loss than an earthquake to dislodge her from her seat by the old fashioned fire plaoeu There sbe sits a picture of peace and contentment. "Haven't you a single regret in your whole life?" woaaked ber once, Sbe dropped her knitting and a dreamy look crept over her plaok. eyes. "Yes," she said at length, "I have. Ten years ago, when my dear dead sister was alive, a man with a hand organ came to this island by tbe steamer. Oh! he could play boautl-' fully. He came near our streot, and my sister says to me. 'Let us go down to the corner and see him play.' Well, doyot' know, I didn't go, after all, but sbe aal it was just splendid, and I suppose shall regret not bearing that hand orgaL to my dying day.' And the dear olf soul dropped a tear on tbo. half heele stocking.

THE STAKES

Several men swam the Mlssi*river, above New Orleans, on a wa.^ A reporter of the race says: "N#ne them seemed to bo putting fortdf tnucfc effort till it was discovered that an alligator had struck out from shore aa competitor, and then—well, every man did his best to keep tbe alligator from carrying off the stakes."

1HE UNIVERSAL VERDICT. Washington Special. Old politicians about Washlngtor who have lived here through a tbousanc scandals, say that tbe Hayes ad mini#-, tration, so far, has been tbe cleane» from top to bottom, of any in our poll' ical history. 1

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Why Wear Plasters?

Tbey may relieve, but they can't that lame back, for tbe kidneys are trouble and you want a remedy to directly on their secretions, to DOT and restore their healthy condition! Kidney-Wort has tbat specific action and at tbe same time it regulates bowels perfectly. D-vn'i wait to get sic but get a package to-day, and cure yon self.

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Xo Yon Btlleve It.

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