Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 37, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 8 March 1884 — Page 1

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PI PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Topi Talk.

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THE BAW 3*I»AIOM.

The political fight in Indiana this year -promises to be waged with extraordinary •Igor. This is considered one the doubtful States, aud the potty that carries it «an feel pretty 'confident of sucoess io the national contest. For this reason both parties are squaring themselves for the affray, and we new looking around for available men. It is more tfcan probable that -each party will pat forward its strong man for the

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ship. Both parties are counting upon success, and that 'fact makes csj^jdstas numerous.

On the Republican side the rsoewttl in •11 probability lie between Coi. W, W. Dudley, Hon. W. H. Calkins, and Judge Walter Q. Oresham, each one whom now occupies a prominent position in Washington. "Some time ago Calkins teemed to have the race pretty much to himself, but the appointment of Gresham to a cabinet position, aci(J his subsequent popularity, brought tfaat gentleman's name (prominently before the people of the State for both* State and National tioket. Dudley has always been a popular man in bis party, but it was not until a few days ago that be would consent to the use of his name for the Governorship. To him more than any other man the Republicans of Indiana are indebted for their success dn 1880. It is true that during that memorable campaign be did^not parade himself before the public, but during that entire year he was the bead and front erf the light. He worked night and day, and the party succeeded on his plans. He is undoubtedly the choice of the soldier element of bis party, and if that branch can accomplish his nomination be^will succeed. It is true be is not much of an orator, but the absence of a leg, left on the battlefield, will speak for him more eloquently than words. At the present time everything points pretty strongly to his nomination.

On the Democratic side the Irrepressible Isaac P. Gray has come up smiling once more. He was once a Republican, and when elected by that party to the State Senate dUnngHriawa himself by deserting bis party and turning over to the .Democrats the organization of that body. In one sense of the word he is, In the eye of the Indiana Democracy, a greater man than presidential candidate

Joseph E. McDonald, because at one time in legislative caucus he defeated that gentleman for the empty honor of a nomination for the United States Senatorship, at a time when neither oould be elected. Gray also acted as Governor for a few days after the death, of Governor Williams. Another candidate is Hon. Wm. & Holnqan, of Aurora, now representing the fourth district in Congress. He is known as the great "objector," because he objects to nearly every measure introduced in Congress. He enjoyed a sort of aephyr boom for the presidency a short time ago, bat like many other great men he has survived bin ambition in that direction, and will be satiHiled with an liouor of smaller proportions. The name of Senator Voorbees is also frequently mentioned l*i connection with the gubernatorial race, and he is undoubtedly the strongest mau his party could put forward, but ho has no ambition in that direction. His senatorial term expiree next year, and he will make this canvass to succeed himself. Hendricks la also talked of, but like the "old ticket" of which he is a portion, he is generally conceded to be on the retired list of politicians. The name of Hon. Wm. Mack, of this city, is frequently mentioned in ihlsconnection, and the democracy could not select •a better man. He has been a life long democrat, is a man of strict integrity, tias the courage of his convictions, and would bring honor to the position. If

Ms party would bring him out he would prove a strong candidate and a formidable opponent.

For the nominations for the other positions on the ticket, on each side, there are namerons candidates, but these will add or detract little to or from the party strength, except in the localities where they maide. The strength is centered in the gubernatorial candidate, and upon their success depends the success of all. In 1880 the vote of the State was as follows: Porter, Landers, ...... .. S3M53 4)r«gg, Or*. lvKl

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Porter* pttiNJtty.

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In 1882, which in politics was called an -"off year," the vote fell off 26,199, and sras as follows on secretary of State: Js Myw*, —2M.W4 Uawa, —.— itW»

Qr. 14,615

Mysi' plurality MUSI litis year the liquor question is going 'to costs to the front again. The tempersnce folks are now organizing their forces, and the same oaa be said of the liquor desists. In 1881 the Liqoor rfinftweri malarial

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the men who comply with the law by paying their license promptly. When U» next ierfalafeace meets an attempt will be made to ka*» a high license law passed. The pubMr generally«avor such an act, an* so does the better class of saloon keepers. That ooorse is now generally looked upon as the tree eolation of fce )i%«or question -on all sides. The adoption and strict -enforcement of such an act wouJ4 prove atgreater benefit to the people than has allthe temperance legislation of ntlife past thirty years in this State.

A Woman's Opinions.

A WORD'FOB

WRITBBS.

The Philadelphia 'Frees gives an interesting account of the home life of the poet Tennyson. Referring to h's literary work, the writer says, "He spends an average of six or eight hours a day in his library, and on such occasions, he is never interrupted. If his wife were dy ing they might veture to disturb him, but for no other reason. The composi tion of a line, by the great poet, is of as much importance to his family as the creation of the world. There have been awful instances where his sanctuary was invaded and he raged like mad, tore his hair and threatened to destroy the intruder." This account is probably exaggerated, but we can excuse the great peet for objecting to interruptions when bis time is worth a thousand dollars per half hour, for it must have taken him just about that long to write the little poem whicb lately appeared in the Youth's Companion and commanded this price.

As a general thing, people do not sufficiently respect the working hours of literary .people. Editors, contributors, all classes of writers suffer from this thoughtlessness on the part of the public. One gentleman in this city, who has an elegant and well-appointed-office, is obliged, when he has any writing to de, to go into a dark closet, Hghted by gas and furnished only with a little stand and chair. His large and convenient desk, in alight and airy room, is almost use less on account of the numerous in terruptions. An editor said, not long ago, that-he fell sometimes as if he would haveto-go to thfijjellar-to write his editorials. It wasV common occurrence when he was scribbling away, with all bis might and main, for an acquaintance to drop io, pull up an arm chair and prepare to spend an hour or two. If they would only state their business and then leave he could stand it. Lastsummer, while talking with a lady who makeea great many hundred dollars a year by her pen, I said, "How do you get time to do all this work T" Said she, "When I have any writing to do, I shut myself np and I wouldn't see the President of the United States, if be called." "But do you not offend people?" I Inquired. "O, yes, innumerable," she replied, "but they do not pay me for my lime, and my publishers do."

And this is the whole argument in the matter. writer's brain is his capital his time is his opportunity fer investing it. Tf you rob him of hi9 time, yon leave him with lii* capital on baud but you have taken away bis chance to invest it. "Consequently he is just so much the loeer the per cent on his in vestment would have been. Furthermore, this capital is of a very uncertain quantity. On some days and at soine nours a writer feels rich in brain power. His ideas are abundant and he has will force to express them as he chooses. He hastens to pat them into marketable shape. His whole heart Is in the work, his mind is clear and bis thoughts arrange themselves almost without effort on his part.—But suddenly there comee an interruption. Reluctantly the pen and paper are pushed aside another interruption follows close upon the first and then another. Finally the writer goes back to his work. He is physically and mentally tired. The spirit of the writing has fled. The circuit is broken and the messages can no longer be transmitted. He stares st the blank, white paper and it stares back at him. He has forgotten what he wanted to ssy and cannot even remember how he intended to finish the last sentence. He takes up the pen as uuwillingly as he laid it down and afterwards, when the critical public read the article, they ssy, "It commenced well but It is such a pity he hadnt the ability to hold oat in the same style to theend!"

Setting aside all high-flown talk about the ''divine muse," the "spirit of inspiration," etc. there Is no question bat thst literary work requires concentrated and continued thought. If one is disturbed st any other kiad of labor he can take It up just where be left off and Is only the loser of so many minutes, but the low to the writer cannot be estimated and yet there is not one In fifty of our writers who commences snd finishes an article without* from half a dosen to half a hundred interruptions. Tits endless rush and hurry of the world has extended to literature, and whatever is to bs written most be seised upon and pre­

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pared rapidly before it has been disco seed by ail the papers and beoome stale. If the author is hindered he must just so much faster and take just muck less time for revising and improving what he has written, and he most always send out his work,, conscious of its imperfections yet unable to correct thesi because he 1ms not time. If writers sometimes seem lacking in suavity, in amiability, in many of the social graces, let these things be remembered in extenuation.

Tearing off a leaf from the Ruskin calendar this week, the motto for the day read aa follows: "There is not an injustice in the world but women are in some degree answerable for it not in that they have provoked but they have not hindered." If the calendar had not been Christmas present and, for this reason, valuable, that much of John Ruskin's writings would have kindled the fire. There is not sn injury in the world thst has been provoked by women there is not an injury but that they have tried to hinder. If they have failedit is because, on aceount of thete injuries, they are weakened and disabled. The greatest injury to the world is intemperance. Can any one question the efforts of women to abolish this evil They have not left a stone unturned and, in spite of opposition and discouragements, they have persevered and will persevere so long as there is a drnnkard in the land. They have condemned the social evil, they have frowned upon gambling, they have discouraged the use of tobacco, they have discountenanced swearing. Wherever you find sin, there you find women, as a class, trying to work a reformation. Ruskin cannot support his statement, but if he would make an assertion that he can prove by living examples, on every hand, let him declare: There is not an inj uatice in the world but women are in some degree the victims of it not in that they have provoked it but because they cannot hinder it.

Indianapolis is very much exercised over the approaching departure of Rev. Myron W. Reed for Denver. The Presbyterian church will not be able to fill bis place. Such preachers are few. He is of the Henry Ward Beecher, the Dr. Thomas, the Prof. Swing type. Fearless in his opinions, strong in his expressions, reducing everything to the basis sflwwnon aense»\ jNl£il'''^|^ the- msn who will be universally popular wherever he goes. This is the kind of preaching the intelligent people of the present ds*y demand. Arbitrary doctrines and dogmatical orthodoxy are at a discount. People want practical sermons, teaching them how to live instead of how. to die. But a preacher who attempts a departure of this kind must have ability and judgment or he will do more harm than good. Myron W. Reed possesses these qualities in the highest degree and his departure is a loss to the whole State.

It would be the proper tiling to say,the elite of Terre Haute were at the Barrett performance, only that it has never been definitely settled who constitute the elite of this unique little city of great pretenisons. However there was a large audience, which is more to, the point. Barrett actually succeeded in arousing some enthusiasm, something unusual for a Terre Haute audience, which is generally too aristocratic, or too lacy, to be demonstrative. He was recalled three times after one act and after the death of &»ppo, there was an enc«re for the corpse. The play is very entertaining and the support was excellent. It is impossible to conceive of abetter delineation of the character of Lanciotto, the Hanchback, than was given by Barlett. Notwithstanding the terrible deformity, he showed us a man that commanded our admiration and respect. He is a good actor, perhaps a great one, although there is something of a sameness, a want of versatility, that grows slightly ntonotonons. He appears to excellent advantage in this play. Louis James gave to the Jester a dignity quite unusual to that character and is a thorough artist. Miss W

sin Wright, who, by

the way, is Mrs. Louis James, in private life, is a pleasing actress but does not speak distinctly. In tbe garden scene Franceses Is rather too "willing" to suit the popular idea, which would prefer that she should whisper, "I'll ne'er consent," even though she ends by consenting.

The last scene is weak. We have improved upon such aflhirs in later days. The modern Lothario would have taken the lady and left the country, instead of sitting around in sack-doth and ashes waiting for the outraged husband to come home and carve him. Landotto returns and finds them both spooning in his lady's boudoir, bat still he hesitates to"suspeet" and insists that they shall deny the charge. Although Paola can rain his brother's wife and Fnuina can betray her husband's trust, they are both so honorable they cannot tell a lie. 80 Landotto goes about systematically sticking each one with a gfsr and laying them oat. Then, selecting a soft spot, be punctures his own anatomy and goes down with the

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TERRE HAUTE, 1ND., SATURDAY EVENING. MARCH 8, 1884.

eartain. Dante finishes the story by relating that, a few years lster, he met. the whole party travelling in Hades.

The Ohio people'struggled on through the flood believing it would sometime dry np, bat now thst "Oath" has begun lecturing there, their hope has vsnished. He will never dry up.—Inter Ocean. They have much to inoourage them, for there is nothing on the face of the earth so dry as Oath's lectures. This is the .Opinion of everybody who hss ever heard one of them.

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WOMEN'S WAYS,

Anna Dickinson is abont to lecture on WendeQ PMUips. 1 Very dudish girls in England are being called "masherettes."

Whits stockings are coming into fashion, mad washwomen again have a chance.j"' ..

A western heroine, near whose house bad octal red a washout in the railroad, rushed np the track brandishing a broom and stopped an oncoming train. The engineer was a married man and recognised the danger signal!

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an ineh above her left ear, but she sits by the stove hours at a time reading the Atlantic Monthly. The enemies of Douglass feel folly avenged.

There is a woman living in Detroit who has not allowed herself to be seen by men for many years. She lives in her hermttage all alone, goes to bed at 2 o'clock every afternoon and gets up at midnight to go out and make her purchases. Her name is Odell, and it is said when a girl she promised to marry a schoolmate, but he was a Protestant while she was a Catholic, and in the eyes of their parents this formed an insufferable barrier. The match was broken off, and the girl vowed she would never again look on the face of man or allow a man to look at hers.

ADVANTAGES OF SILENCE. The last census does not contain the number of women who have not spoken to tbetr husbands for ten years or over but if the number of such who, within a few diays, have been reported, is any indication of the number that have not got Ittk !$»&£, t|fo aggregate of these mute beings in the whole country must be considerable,

Last week a column article in The Mail told of the Baltimore woman who, having discovered about five years ago that her husband bad succeeded in marrying her by, slandering the young man to whom she was already engaged, went to a notary and "made oath that henceforth and forever she never would speak one word of any kind to her husband," and that if he ever addressed a single word to her she would at once leave him and never see him again. They have three children, and sit and live quite mute in one another's presence year in and year out.

Perhaps that silence will be broken, as it was by an old woman near Canton, Ohio, when the other day for the first time in twenty-five years, she spoke, and said she believed she was dying. 1860 *he asked her husband to do some trifling act, which he refused, where upon she petulantly exclaimed that she would never speak to him again unless he spoke first. The quarrel was soon over, and the best of feeling was resumed but they did all their talking to one another through the medium of their cbil dren. 'Jenny, tell your mother I wish she'd sew a button on my overalls," the father would say. Then, "John, tell your father to bring some thread from town," the mother did reply.

On the whole they liked the arrangement. They got on famously, and that quarrel was their last. If they had kept on talking they would have grown worse snd probsbly ended with a divorce. But she was so sick last week that she had to speak, and the old couple have been talking ever since ts make up for lost time. The tongue is generally the one member of the family that makes more trouble than all the others combined.

SoKB annoymous malefactor sends the following: "Recipe for an evening party: Take all the ladies and gentlemen yon can get, pat them in a room with a small fire, and stew them well have ready twelve packs of cards, handful of prints and drawings, snd throw them in front from time to time as the mixture thickens, sweeten with politeness and season with wit if yon have any, if not, flattery will do as well and is verv cheap when all have stewed for an boor add km,

jellies, cakes, lemonade and

wines."

PULP STEAK.

Everybody knows all about hot water palp steak Is a new freak. Ail of the fibre is taken out of the beef, and what remains is redooed to a soft mast. It is then sessonod snd eaten raw, or it may bs heated. It is recommended for weak stomachs and reduced vitality.

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A DELIGATE'S DITTY. The busy politician Boometh, And lofty his ambition Loometh.

Loometh.

To be a delegate be Seeketh, And with an air elate be

Speak eth.

Great schemes of circumvention Sbowetb, Xre be to Abe convention

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heart beneath his ooiar Swelletb, When friends the shining dollar

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A LENTEN JOKE.

Through each country, from ocean to sea, Tbefollowing joke will be sent: "Will you lend your umbrella to me?" "I cannot, because it is Lent." Oh, shades of the first circus clown,

Let the dust of thy ashes arise And smother this joke with thy frown, Till at last and forever it dies.

CAMPAIGN MUSINGS.

Dooie polerticieus am er grinding o' de tools, Preparin' lor de comin' o' de flght. An' de smart men 'ub 'gun fur ter talk ter der fools,

Er p'intln' cut de way whut am right. Oh, yas, da mighty ap fur ter pint outde way Da's so tender hearted an' so kine— 'Minds me o' de muleshowin'er billy goat de hay-

Ob, I's got de objecks mighty One. Dedemercrats er pullin' an' er talkln' awful soft,.

Oh,he lubs de ole nigger in his soul— In de cellar durln' the off yeah, now he's in deloft,

But for me, sah, de game is mighty ole. De 'publican am achin* fur ter bug dS nigger AnMjfaTlovin' words da fall as thick as hail Pass him on de side walk he make a putty bow.

But to me, sah, it's glttln' mighty stale. Dar wus a time I lis'ened wid my years out l&ok & f&n

But sense den 'itoe done gone through de school, An' da couldn't ketch me now wider dozen tracks o' lan',

Let erlone de forty acres an de mule. .1 —[Arkansaw Traveler.

LITTLE SERMONS.

Prudence is the guiding principle of all virtue. Suspicion is the ogre that sits npon the ruins of virtue

Great hearts alone understand bow mueh glory there is in being good. The votaries of doubtful pleasures never derive, enjoyment from their indulgence.

Example is the best teacher. Its silent persuasiveness reaches the heart by the most direct route

Great* men undertake great thinga because they are great, and fools because they think them easy.

There is nothing that so lifts up the heart and soul of man as the consciousness of a duty well performed.

As long as you have the approval of your own conscience you need not care for the judgment of the envious.

If we were only as ready to forgive others as we are to forgive ourselves, the standard of manhood would be infinitely elevated.,

Money and time are the heaviest burdens of life and the unbapplest of all mortals are those who have more of either than they know how to use.

NOSTALGIA.

THE DISEASE THAT USED TO PUZZLE THE WAR DOCTOkB.

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"Do you know that many soldiers died of home-bickness during the late war said an ex-federal coiouel. "Te», sir they called it nostalgia—that's the medical name for bome sit knes* Men died apparently without a cause—not from fright home-sickness was the cause in nine cases out of ten. I remember that at one time I was in charge of a depot at Louisville. Ky., where 16,000 convalescents were waiting for strength to go to the front. I noticed that many of them grew worse instead of better. It puzzled the surgeons. It was not due to a relapse it was not the old disease at all. It aid not seem to be anew disease. I looked into it a little and then I told the surgeon that I thought it was neth ing but nostaiga. 1 had a chance to prove that I was right. One of these sick well men came to me the next day. 'Colonel,' be said, 'I want leave of absence for a day or two. I want to go home and see my folks. I am pining away for the sight of my old home. 1 believe I shall die if I don't go.' On inquiring I found that his home was right across in Indiana, and that he bad an idea that be oould see the smoke rising from its chimney. He had not been home for several years, and he was fretting swsy in sight of thst smoke. I was not supposed to let any of my convalescents go anywhere except to the front, bat 1 determined to try an experiment with a sallow, peak-faced young man. •Well, sir,' I ssia, 'how long will you be gone?' •Ibis is Friday,' be replied «I will be back on Mondsy.' 'No/ I said 'you can stay until Friday of next week.' •All right,' be said, looking better already. On the next Friday ne returned anew man. 'I'm all right again, colonel," be half shonted when he ssw me

•I'm ready to go to the front once more. I went home, saw my mother and lather and my sisters and brothers, bad some good home food snd some good home sleep, and fought all my battles over agsui down at the village store. That was all I wanted.' It was the fact. He bad been cored of nostalgia."

NO LEVITY THERE, Lafayette Courier.

Matthew Arnold deplores the tons of levity in the American newspapers, wad thinks ws ought to have a serious press He hss never seen a greenback paper, jj

Fourteenth Year

OLD MAGAZINES.

Emma Carleton In Chicago Current. There is nothing more appropriately entitled to conspicuous enrollment among the things of beanty, the well springs of pleasure, and the joys forever, —which are considered so estimable and are so constantly referred to,—than a pile of old magazines. If the new magazine has a charm indescribable, the old magazine has a charm inexhaustible. Indeed, the inexhaustiblenees of all magazines, old or new, is a mystery that defies reasonable solving. When a magazine is new, its edges still aesthetically ragged from the too-eager paper-cutter, its pages still crisp and fragrant with that—to all true readers—delidous attar of ink-roller, there is something in the principle of natural selection, as exercised by magazine lovers, whioh infallibly precludes the complete exhaustion of its contents, and wisely provides a store of untouched reading-matter for days of literary famine which are to come. No honest man can lay his hand upon his heart and affirm it bis invariable habit to thoroughly read his magazine, from cover to cover, while it is new not one 1

The ordinary magazine reader is a confirmed nibbler he reads a sonnet here a love-story there a light essay a lit"® farther on the all engrossing serialstory must be disposed of then a political article, and, possibly, a historical sketch to take the taste of politics out of his mouth but the entire exhaustion of a magazine, in systematic courses, from preface to finis, is a performance to whicb he is not addicted. This universal habit need not accuse us of any great or extended superficiality the days fly so swiftly, months pass so magically, and new magazines trip so rapidly upon each other's heels, that we are foroed unconsciously to tase but one sip and pass the goblet by. But a time comes when

the latest magazine seems stale, and the new one is not yet due,—when the household pulse beats low, when the weather is bad—when

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in, and news-gleaners go not out,—when children wax cross, and the once-prec-ious story books have lost their magic, —when the skies hang low, and all dolls are leakibg Bawdust,—then, oh, then, what an inspired hand it is that brings out, from some dusty depths, a pile of old magazines! What a bsund the household thermometer makes I Pictures are here which the ohildren have never seen, and the old magazine is a peacemaker at once stories which we elders have not read articles apropos of everything which we have just been reading about or talking of: Matbew Arnold has just been hfue, and, lo, and behold 1 here before us, iu an old dumber, his portrait, and an analysis of his

and writings Henry Irving is bout come.,and here, tooyiS a oPfals career, with pictures*hlmself and Elleu Terry TurgenieffV death is still fresh in the mind, aud this artiole on his life and writings is most timely the Bartholdi statue is now uppermost as a public topic, and here is a sketch of its origin and its designer the Flordia fever has been raging among us, and we find articles without end on that subject, so we take the trip on paper, without mosquitoes "Guenn, or a wave on the Breton coast," has been read by us, and. as an interesting after-piece, comes in this article on Brittany, with illastrations of its simple, beautiful fishermaidens, and its wild and rugged shores.

Truly the old magazine Is an incomparable companion, good for all times and seasons, laughing dates to scorn. It is especially adapted to hammock reading, and it is not insulted if communed with on a lounge it bears no malice if it be doubled back upon itself for convenvenient holding, and has been known to survive being left in tbe crotch of a tree all night. The merciful man is merciful to his book*, but the old magazine rises superior to all jtoints of etiquette, and hXM no tbm sKiuneii vanity. 'Ibe best IxHiks ar« those with whom tbe reader feels perfectly at home, and tbrios miserable is be who dewlls among the giltedged forever. Charles Lamb loved old books and shabby bindings, aud held that "TbompHon Season* looks bext a Hi tie torn ami donM-wired." He also maintained that "beautiful to a geLuine lover of reading as the sulliea leaves and worn-out appearance of an old 'Circulating Library,' Tom Jones or Vicar of Wakefield." What a delightful crony the gentle Ella would have been in a wilderness of old magazines I

Come then, all ye who weary of centre table books, which dazsle but do not charm, "let us loaf and invite onr souls" in literary Bohemia—the land of the old magazine. •&-<•

STRANGE SCENE IN A JAIL. National Republican. IfJ During the unusual ceremony of administenng the Lord's supper to a condemned murderer several strange incidents occurred. In tbe midst of a solemn prayer the loud squealing of a rat echoed through the building, and the next instant one of those uncanny animals dashed out iato the rotunda from the direction of tbe cell formerly occupied by Guiteau. After hasty survey of the situation tbe rat rushed through tbe congregation, and upon reaching Miner, who with bowed bead was listening to tbe prayer, proceeded to climb np tbe leg of bis trousers. Tbe murderer was strongly affected by tbe event) and after he had struck tbe animal and driven it off be trembled visibly.

WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHERt Texas Sittings. "Ton look ssd, Birdie—what's tb# matter?" were tbe words addressed to Birdie McHenipin, by her friend Mollis

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Squeers, ss tbev met on Austin avenue." "I'm not feeling welL" •. *, "Are yon sick?" Xj "No, I'm not precisely sick bat I feel tired, over-worked." "Do tell me sboat it." "Well yoa see, oar colored eook Is

sick, snd now poor mother bss to do all the cooking sod scrubbing, and wssh- v. ing and ironing, and it makes me feel *. so tired to see tbe old creature work. She Is so slow."

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