Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 51, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 June 1885 — Page 2

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A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TBRRE HAUTE, JUNE 13. 1886.

THE FUTURE YEARS.

In all the future years, my sweet, (Now roses blossom at thy feet, And time flies by with footsteps fleet)

Hut in Uie future years, What lives for us, or Joy or grief, A happiness beyond belief,

Bright smiles Or bitter tears & In all the future years, my own, Shall one of us be left alone' Missing ?he other's loving tone,

Throughout the fature yeanst .... ©r shall we be together, where Together we may giadly share

Each other's hopes and fears The future years—ah! who can say \.' Which of us two will pass away From earthly hone and love for aye, Mm

From all that faith endures? I only breathe a pray'r for thee That where I am, there thou may'st be

Thro' all the future years! —[Cecil Lorraine.

[Frederick Tryon in Harper's Weekly.]

I Scientific Demonstration.

It was a lovers' quarrel. To be sure, they were not accepted lovers in the sight of society. The affair bad not reached the point of an announced engagement, with its flatter of congratulations and gossip, its theoretical bondage to sentiment, and its actual li«en»e for outside flirtation. It was still in the misty and moonlight period, with an avowal from one to the other, much less recognition by the chattering world about tbem.

But they were lovers, if yet silent ones, and this was a lovers' quarrel, proved such by its flippant and altogether illogical cause, and by the conviction which each felt that now the world had indeed come to au end, and life was no longer worth living. This gloomy view of nature was acknowledged by neither except in their more solitary moments, and did not, moreover, interfere with their duties to themselves as component parts of the gay society in which they bad danced and laughed through the winter, and were now preparing to Idle and sport through the aummer. Maud Stratton was still the life of the theatre parties, and Alec Sanderson led the last german of the season with all his usual versatile and picturesque ingenuity. No one suspected that to them the heavens were bung with black, and that the hearts which thumped so healthily under corsage and waistcoat respectively were seared and blighted organs. Perhaps Alec smoked more cigars than he would have recommended to one of his patients, acd perhaps Maud was a little sharp Rt times with the younger scion of the house of Stratton, whose knickerbockers were always perversely walking into mischief. ana from whose tongue the freshestslang rippled with precocious fluency but otherwise they gave no sign.

The young doctor was a distant cousin of the family—near enough to be received on terms of conceded kinship, and yet not so near as to preclude tho idea of a close relation with his brilliant cousin Maud. This idea was not late in taking *irif^LniLlQ/»8nt?e

did not for along time suspcct himself, neither did his cousin, nor, perhaps, even the watchful mother. As for the easy-going head of t.he house, Mr. Stratton, had he known what was growing up under his eyes, he would have approved In a business as well as a social way. For while he had riches, he had none too much to care for the future of a family whose oldest son, some two years younger than Maud, was yet to be educated and started in life, with the juvenile wearer of the kniokerbockers to follow, and a late-come babv completing the tale. He would therefore be not strenuously averse were his daughter to satisfy her own fancv by choosing a fine fellow like her cousin the doctor, who was not only well spoken of in his profession, but who was beyond the reach of perverse fortune by reason of the recent reversion of certain trusts on whose inoome two maiden aunts had subsisted In affluent comfort until called to immortality.

As for the other members of the fatally, not considering the baby, who could hardly be expected to have a well-defin-ed opinion of the subject, the cessation of Alec Sanderson's visit was a cause of regret to Harry Stratton, whowasabout to euter a technological school, and who miss the sympathy and the suggestions of the dootor in the many experiments In amateur science with which he made dirt and smells through the house. While Reginald, the younger, having formed for his cousin one of those obi ldish aversons whose origin is as unaccountable as their demonstration is emphatic and bitter, was more than satisfied that he now came so seldom to the house, and that when he did come be rather avoided than monopolized the attention of Maud, over whom the youngster asserted his own peculiar right to tyrannise, after the manner of his kind.

Thus matters stood at the time when the family made its annual migration from the house in town to the house by the sea. It was an old mansion-house when Mr. Stratton purchased the wornout farm on the north shore, stretching from the turnpike through the woods to the bay, and transformed the fields into iawna, and the sturdy and spacious dwelling into a marvel of modern Queen Anuery. The plain old gables bad twisted themselves in antio fashion under the hand of the arcbitaot, cathedral glass fought with the sunlight, impracticable balconies Jutted from the upper Stories under overhanging eaves, and broad plants* grew from the sides like fungi on a tree trunk. A broad ball, open to the sunlight and the breese from ample entrances, occupied the center of the building from front to rear. Cool drawing-rooms on either aide, with wide and high modern fire-places, where In the chill days of spring, and again in the fall, there olaaed as worthy an imitation of an old-fashioned log fire as oar modern degeneracy can produce the music-room, with Maud's piano, the library, the dining room, looking to the east and south, completed the plan of the main building: while beyond were the and laundry rooms, and. apart ft he rest, Harry1* special do main, which he called his laboratory, with the dark room for photography, which was at this time his immediate infatuation.

H»r* they have been established In their summer home for more than two week*. The season's gayety had oat yet begun, and Maud had found little to divert ber from thinking her own thoughts very industriously, with the result that now she announced to he*, •elf her established conviction that ah* was altogether in the right and Cousin Alec altogether in the wrong—foolishly wrong—And thai she was rat ber glad-

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yes, very glad indeed—that she would see no more of him until October. To be sure, the city was not a nice place in the summer time, and if be staid and walked the hospital, as he said he inintended—no, ahe couldn't pity him—he deserved it, he was so foolish, so cruel! She wonld never think differently—not if the summer were a hundred years long. And, oh dear! it seemed a century already.

Meantime Dr. Alec had also been thinking out things for himself, and he thought them over again as he smoked the last of too many cigars before turning into bed. His hospital duties were only these of a temporary substitute, occupying a few hours on two days of the week, so that he had plenty of leisure for meditation. And the conclusion at wbich he arrived this evening had a converse likeness to that which Maud had reached. She was in the wrong, of course but he bad no idea that a sensible girl would take offense at an opposition so reasonable on his part. It was, perhaps, well that he should see no more of her for a while. She was not suffering, evidently and as for him, he could get along. There was nothing peculiarly necessary to his existence in those especial blue eyes, that sunny hair—

In short, the young man argued so well with himself that he closed by then and there writing three several letters to Miss Maud Stratton, each of which he successively destroyed as unsatisfactory, on the fourth attempt producing an epistle in wbich self-basement was not too prominent, but wbich made sufficiently evident the fact that amnesty, if not too late to be obtained, was the only condition attached to his surrender. It was a fit ending for a lovers' quarrel, if, indeed, it should be the end. And he put on bis hat, and postod it as the bells pealed midnight.

To Maud, lazily swinging under the big beeches, with one little slipper peering through the meshes of the hammock came Reginald with the morning's mail. "Lots of 'em to-day, sis," seating himself on the grass, and emptying the bag between his black-stockinged legs. "Here's one for Mrs. James w. Stratton and another one, and one for Miss Catherine Elizabeth Sheehan—who's that?" "Kate, in the kitchen. Let me take the letters, Regy," said Maud. "Wait till the clouds roll by," calmly replied the boy, hitching along out of the reach of Maud's extended arm, comtin uing the process of assortment. Another for mamma, and two for you, and one for Harry—no, it's for you, and this one's for Harry but the game girl wrote both of 'em. See J"—and he held the letters just out of reach—"the same seal on both, too. What does 'S' stand for, Maud? Open yours, and let's see who's been writiug to Harry."

The hammock nearly spilled its dainty occupant as, with something like a flush spreading over her cheeks, she reached her hand for the letter. "Run alone, Regy, and take mamma's mail to her. Don bother. Give me mine, and run along." "Oh, you're

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It was with a fluttering sensation underneath the lavender and white folds of her morning dress tbat Maud broke the seal of Dr. Alec's letter, and as she read, the soft light of a gentle triumph sbone from her eyes, and a little laugh, with just the suggestion of a sob iu It, quivered from her round throat and parted her lips. "Poor Alec! how lonesome he must

loolish and hasty! But he de

served it. He ought to be made to wait before he can come back. How long shall I make bim wait to teach him his lesson Oh dear! how long can I wait for it Poor Alec and she gave the folded letter a caressing pat and tucked it away in a safe place, while, gathering the others in her hand, she slipped from the hammock and went to her own room.

Had Maud yielded to the impulse of her own desires, the return mail would have carried to Alec Sanderson his pardon and recall. But what would he think if she were to throw herself at bim in such a may—if sho were to travel half the road to meet the penitent? No there must be something of discipline in this business of reconciliation. But how long—or how sbort—was this discipline to be made?

Fortunately for Maud, events took the decision out of ber bands. It was at the breakfast table on the morning follow ing her receipt of Alec's letter of surren der. "Mother," remarked Mr. Stratton, "you don't use the horses enough. We must have some one out here to help you. Why don't you ask Alec Sanderson He Is a favorite of yours but bis hospital, or something else, seems to have kept him away from us for along while."

He won't come," interjected Reginald from behind his napkin. "I think he would," said Harry. "He has just sent me the formula of a new developer for instantaneous plates, and he wrote that he wasn't very busy, only he has to be at the hospital regular twice a week. He'll come, father." "Hadn't you better drop him a line, mother Scold him a little for slighting ua," said Mr. Stratton. "He won't come," repeated Reginald. "Maud," said Mrs. Stratton, "you are my amanuensis. Write a line to your cousin to-day in my name, and invite him to come*and stay a week with us." "Yes, mother," answered Maud, who had appeared strangely indifferent to this conversation, ana the aubjuct dropped.

Formal even to primness was the note which Maud addressed to Dr. Saaderson, inviting him in her mother's name to visit Bush wood. It was snugly in its envelope, and Maud sat with the wax and seal poised in either hand. Should that be all? Her heart overcame her scruples. "He sha'n't be bothered any longer," she said and taking the note from its envelope, she added, just underneath her signature: "I have got your letter. Gome.

She sealed it quickly, lest there should come repentance of her act, and, singing as ahe went, she tripped down the oldfashioned staircase and placed the letter, with the rest of the day*s contributions to the mail, on the table in the wide halt, whence John would take them when driving to the three rlock train for Mr. Stratton. Still softly singing, she draw her chair out on the plana in front of the wide open doorway, and seating herself, extracted from its hid-lng-pl*ce about her person the letter which abe bad received from Alec the day before, and re-mad it with smile flickering about ber «yes. It was a pretty picture. The sunlight flooded everything, but softly nod with out glar* the wide ball opening through to the lawn beyond sbowfd not only the artistic Interior, but a view of trees and

The bright-faced girl seat

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around tho house from his laboratory, armed with all the paraphernalia of the amateur photographer. "You couldn't compose better. I've taken the house from the driveway, and now I want a view or this ride. Sit still. It wont take a second. I'm trying my hemispherical Borlot with some of those new instantaneous plates, and they go with

Sto* saying, the photographic enthusiast planted iiis tripod, focussed the scene, slipped in his plates, and with a snap, as he said, it was done. "Is that all?" asked Maud. "Wait a minute more. I want two negatives." "Most I set perfectly still? May wink?" playfully inquired Maud, who, with that letter injher hand, left kindly disposed to all the world, brothers included. "Don't get up and walk around, that's all, or you might get on the plate in the shape your ponv did yesterday, with all feet off of the ground at once. This instantaneous work catches everything."

Click! The sun's rays had flashed another picture on the sensitive plate, "Thank vnn. MmH thf young photographer picked up his traps and sought other fields. Maud still set in the balmy, sunshiny air, thinking and thinking. When she at last arose and passed through the hall the letters were gone from the table. John bad taken them to the mail. It was later than she bad thought. And, still thinking, she went upstairs to dress.

The next day passed in waiting. The next in expectation. The third day ber mother asked, "Maud, did you write Cousin Aloe, ag I asked you on Monday?" ••Yes, mother the letter went by the afternoon mail," replied Maud, avoiding her mother's eye.

It was near the end of the week that Mr. Stratton happened to remember something in a vague way. '•Where's Alio Sanderson?" he asked, when the dessert was on the table. "Maud sent bim an invitation from me on Monday," said her mother. We have had no reply. "I hope he isn't sick," replied Mr, Stratton. "He won't come I told you so," put in Reginald, in fruity tones, caused by the mingling of banana and articulation. "He doesn't want to come," he added.

Maud crimsoned just a shade. This cruel suspicion had already come to torment her. Why did he not come? Why should he not want to come? There was only one explanation, and that brought hot tears to the hotter cheeks as she whispered it to herself in the solitude of her own chamber. She had shocked him by her forwardness. This was ber explanation. She bad run to him more than half-way. She had shown herself too ready, too anxious, to accept his excuses and give him free

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ed the child, as he tossed Maud's letters into ber lap, and tu ued toward the house.

araon. She had humiliated herself iu eves, and, oh 1 so much more in her own"! Oh, the shame of it!

Then would come a spasm of indignation. Why should this ycung uiau treat her mother with discourtesy, even if he despised the immodest daughter? It was the mother's invitatiou which be put by viihout answer, not the poor little tender folly which the daughter bad added in a moment of madness.

And then she came back to the same point again. He can't help it. There is only one way, and that is for him to forget us all—to forget fitst the girl who ran too eagerly at bis first whistle.

And so the poor girl tortured her white soul with dark accusations against

be!" the girl murmured to herself, herself. -DekKfoFiffore popfll6iJs"«tfa __ nllln An/I mnnaiAkt been

were visits between villa and mansion and beach house. The coaching club came out once, and when the yacht squadron was becalmed in the bay there was a garden party. There were drives inland, and there were water excursions. And on one of these last there came an incident in Maud's little drama.

The yacht's tender had been sebt ashore near Point of Rocks for milk or some other lacking necessary, and Reginald had insisted upon making the trip with the men. Once ashore, he continued the pursuit of an elusive crab directly into a deep pool, at whose steeply shelving sides, tapestried with slippery weed, be vainly grasped in the attempt to save himself. An incoming wave soused him under and whirled off bis hat on its retreating sweep. Again he clutched the slimy sea growth as he rose, only to find his bands slide over it, and down be went with a strangling scream. Then there came a splash beside him, greater than his own fall had made, and bis slight body was borne up by strong arms until both he and his rescuer were dragged out. And, although the scared yacht hands made all haste to get their drenched charge baclf into the hands of his parents on board, Reginald had time enough to note and ponder upon the fact that the man who jumped into the water after him, who pulled him out, and who wrong out bis jacket, and made him feel something like a boy again, was his detested oousin Alec Sanderson.

Tbis simple fact, without comment, he stated when again on board the yacht and then he was silent. Silence and meditation were in fact, bis condition for tbe rest of the day, while a yet graver mood fell upon Matid. For here was tbe proof ot her worst surmise. Alec Sanderson was not dead he was not even ill he had slighted and spurned her with deliberation. In tbe place of ber invitation he bad accepted the hospitality of others. And her face grew hot at thought of what she had done.

The day following there came a dismal easternly storm. Tbe piazza was deserted, and Maud sat with the baby in front of a light blaze kindled in tbe library fire-place to relieve tbe chill of the mist-laden wind from the sea. Re giaald had shown such an unaccountable meekness, a sort of depressed self-in-trospection, since his adventure of the day before that he was reported ill and left in bed. Harry had seized the opportunity, since tbe light was inaumcient for out-door photography, to develop some of tbe many plates wbich bad accumulated on hu bauds. Just then he presented himself at the library door. "Look here, Maud." he cried, holding between ber eyes and the light a plate still dripping from its laboratory oath, "I have just developed that instantaneous I took of you out on the piazza. The detail hasn't come out very well, but look in the hall there, and tell me what yon see." "Somebody standing there, isn't it said Maud, regarding a cloudy figure tbat showed against tbe more distinct picture of the sun-lighted hall. "Somebody? Maud, do vou believe in spirit photography Cerent you thinking of some one pretty hard when I took this picture See how tbat figure stands right behind you. and reaches outits arm toward yon. You called up a ghost, surely, tbat time Who is it?"

Maud knew very well of whom ahe was thinking "pretty hard" tbat day, aid idle shivered a little at the recolleo-

skv leyond. ed in graceful posture added the one I tion. element of lite needful to complete tbe] with .... .. eceoe. I crumpled in ber hand. There, too, in "Sit just where yon are, Maud." It] the open ball, was tbe table on which was tbe voles of Harry, who had come ahe had placed tbe message of pardon,

Tbere, in the picture, she sat, Ida letter begging forgiveness

and beside it stood this shadow with outstretched hand. "I don't know, Harry," she said, wearily. "Bnt it makes a pretty picture of the house."

Well, I don't believe in spirit photog raphy, either," returned the amateur scientist "but I'm going to bring out whatever is iu the other plate, so that we can see who it ia in hall there. I'll aive it a scientific demonstration. Oousin Alec's new developer will do it, if anything wilL"

Maud put tbe sleeping baby on his couch, and returned to her seat in front of the fire, leanicg her head on her hand. But no wonder she started when, turning at alight touch on her shoulder she saw standing there, of a noiseless entrance, tbe usually obstreperous Reginald, clothed, but evidently not in his right mind, inasmuch as his mien was penitent and his utterance subdued. "Why, Regy, I thought you were sick 1" exclaimed his sister. "No. I ain't much sick," replied the boy "I came down to tell you something, sis. I wanted to tell you on tbe yacht, but there were too many around." He shifted from one foot to tbe other. "I wanted to tell ycu ever since he jumped into the water and pulled me out over there at the Point of Rocks."

Maud's heart began to thump a little as tbe boy hesitated in this, to him, unfamiliar and difficult task of confession. She put her arm gently about him. wbat is it, Regy dear "I used to think be was a flub, but don't now and, oh, sis! I'm so sorry—" "Here, Maud, I've got it!" cried Harry, bursting in with tbe sacond negative in bis hand. Just see how the detail comes out! You can look right through the house and see the tennis-court on the other side. And there's the table in the hall with your bat on it, and there's the ghost, as plain as life, alongside." "Why, it's you, Regy!" exclaimed Maud.

Cousin Alec's developer had indeed brought out with startling clearness wbat the quick lens had caught in tbat instant of exposure and there, on the dull gray glass plate was the picture of Riginald, knickerbockers and all, one foot lifted as if hastily turning away, a bit of white something in his hand. One glance the boy gave at the negative, and then he buried bis little, close-crop-ped head on his sister's shoulder. "It's me," be whispered. "It's me when I stole your letter to Cousin Alec. That's what I wanted to tell you. I said he wouldn't come, and I didn't want him to come, and I knew tbat was tbe letter mamma told you to write, and I took it so be wouldn't come. I didn't think you could see me." It was all oat now, and tbe boy was sobbing. "Oh, Regy! Regy!" cried Maud. "The little scamp!" ejaculated the less tender-hearted brother, under his breath.

What did you do with the letter, Reg?" "Here it is." And without lifting his head he produced it, with accompaniment of fish-line and sinkers, from the depth of a pocket. "I wanted to send it, but I kept it so long I was afraid to. Can't you send it to him now, sis?" "Let me have it," paid Harry. "I shall write to him to-day, at the Point of Rocks, to tell him how his new developer works, and I'll inclose it, and tell bitn all about it." "He'll wish he'd let me drown," sobbed the owner oi tbe knickerbockers. "Oh, I won't be harder on you than you deserve," replied Harry.

Maud thanked her brother with her eyes. "Send the letter just as it is. I wouldn't open it," she said.

The letter was sent, and Harry ex-

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the family at Bushwood. As for the two persons most intimately concerned in Harry's scientific demonstrations, it needed only the doubts and pains which each had suffered in the past month of misunderstanding should be thus swept away to precipitate tbe inevitable in tbe revulsion of feeling that followed. "Were you really so unhappy all this time?" asked Maud, at the end of the fiftieth mutual explanation. "One can forget the penance in such absolution as tbis," replied Alec. And be kissed the eyelids that drooped over those blue eyes, unresisting.

ORITTY GIRLS.

Girls in the far west have wonderful energy and good hard sense. Out in Nebraska and Dakota they take up home steads and timber claims from tbe gov ernment lauds, and in a few years own a fine farm of 320 acres. If they plant trees upon a 160-acre claim and tend it for a certain length of time it becomes theirs. A homestead claim is also 160 acres. Tbey must build a "shanty" and cultivate tbe laud, and it becomes theirs at tbe end of five years. Some of the smalt Nebraska girls have built their shanties with their own bands. Farm era' daughters out there often begin by teacllng for small wages. They save theitjmoney very carefully, and tbus ofte* pay tbeir own way through college.! Then they teach again, and, having ^higher education, can get better wage. Bat they aave tbeir money in any tase, take up claims and improve then with their earnings. Thus in a few fears they have both a fine education land a farm. They are excellent schokrs, and excellent teachers and first- lass farmers, for tbey work faithfully and do tbeir best at everything they tndertake. That la the way to succ d. There ia no success without it. Any girl can take up a homestead and timb claim who is 21 years old. But they wcome teachers before tbat time, so a to have some money and be read] These brave girls are not ail teach rs, however. Sometimes when they lave finished the district schools th6ir itberslet tbem have a little money, and ey buy cov and calves and go to stock raising. They can begin this whi very Dung—not more than 12or 14 years old. Yith ordinary luck, by the time tbey re 21, they can really haveconaiderabl property of tbeir own.

NEVER

Nefer make tea in a tin pot. The tann i, which is add, attacka the tin and prodps a poison.

Neter use water which has stood in a lead ipe over night. Not less than a bucketful should be allowed to

use water from a atone reservoir king purposes. allow fresh meat to remain in it absorbs the Juices. keep vinegar or yeast in stone or jugs their acid attacks the which is said to be poisonous, or either ia better. king utensils, including iron potsibould be rinsed after washing and carenly wiped on tbe iraide with a cieaq dry cloth. A soapy or greasy sbonld never be used for tbe

& UPERSTITIONS.

NOTED PERSONS WHOSE PREMONITIONS HAVE BEEN REALIZED.

There is scarcely a soldier, remarks the Pittsburg Dispatch, who participated in a battle, but had presentments of some kind. Some had such a strong feeling that they would escape unhurt that they were light-he artedand almost jolly throughout tho fary.

Unfortunately for the reliability of presentments, some of those who felt they were bullet-proof, were among tbe first to fall, while those who went iu feeling they were doomed to die, not only lived to figbt another day, but to return home safe and sound at the close of the war.

Many of those who say they had presentiments of being badly wounded, but not killed, have associated the fact of tbeir being wounded with some feeling experienced when going into the fight. Tbe feelings at such times are of such a variety that there is no difficult in picking out those that will fit almost any state or condition.

Just previous to bis last embarkation foi America Maj. Audre, in company with Miss Stewart, paid a visit to a Mr. Cunningham, a curt in Derbyshire. They noticed that he evinced great surprise on seeing Maj. Andre, although they had never met before, and scarcely more than knew of each other by name.

After the departure of MissStewartand the major, Mr. Cunningham told a friend that he had had a most remarkable dream the night before. He fancied himself in a strange forest, and while looking around saw a horseman approaching at great speed, butr before ne had got within speaking distance three other horseman dashed out from cover, caught him, searched him carefully, and hurried him away. With this the dream was broken for a few minutes while be recalled the depth and wildness of the forest. When sleep returned, he saw a great gathering of people near a city, and tbe clamor was of that intense type tbat indicates tbe deepest feeling. In tbe midst of this he saw the same person be had seen captured in the forest, brought out and hanged. When Maj. Andre was introduced to him be saw the antitype of tbe man in the dream. Tbe history of Andre's capture and execution shows tbat Mr. Cunningham had all the details correctly arranged in his vision.

Emanuel Swedenborg was probably one of the most persistent dreamers. He seemed to have the power of separating himself from tbe world and becon ing completely absorbed in through. From this state he passed into dreaming, and flnlly his dreams were continuous. There is no other instance on record where any one has ever lived so outside himself.

He says that at first these dreaming seasons were ushered in by rigors and a terrible din as of: torrents rushing into the brain, but by and by the rigors ceased, and he passed iuto these states as naturally and as easily as one goes to sleep. What was peculiar about him was that he made no distinction in his dreams, but classed them all, bad, aud indifferent, as revelations from the other world. Some of them were very bad indeed. The sensorial aud mental characteristics of dreaming had passed into bis walking moments, and ne no longer regarded bis thoughts, through

sensuous and exceedingly worldly as

wj nm puuuivus v* W'T"T"'fl wu» laid tbem all to tbe account of the higher life, of which he was both witness and evangel.

Prof. Ferrier, after careful considering clairvoyance and other popular modes of devinatlon, concludes: "Our natural superstitions are bad enough, but thus to make a systematic business of fatuity, imposture, and profanity, and to imagine all the while that we are touching on tbe precincts of God's spiritual kingdom is unspeakably shocking. The horror and disgrace of sucb proceedings were never even approached in the darkest days of heathendom and idolatry. Ye who make shattered nerves and depraved sensations tbe interpreters of truth, the keys which shall unlock the gates of heaven and open the secrets of futurity—ye who inaugurate disease as the prophet of wisdom, thus making sin, death, and the devil .the lords paramount of creation—have ye bethought yourselves of the backward and downward course in wbich ye are running into the pits of the bestial and abhorred? Ob, ye miserable mystics! When will ye know tbat all God's truth and all man's blessings lie in tbe broad health, in tbe trodden ways, and in the laughing sunshine of tbe universe, and that all intellect, all genius, is merely the power of seeing wonders in common things

A HORRIBLE PHOTOGRAPHER. New York Letter. Familiarity with corpses seems to harden people, from doctors to undertakers and even photographers who make a speciality of photographs after death get to be as brutal in their treatment of the dead as do tbe others. A friend of mine saw a photographer ar ranging a woman to be taken after death He was trying to make some drapery about her hang to suit bim, but it Kept slipping off so he took a big pin out of the ena of bis waistcoat and pinned tbe drapery to tbe flesh. He dia not seem to think that he bad done anything out of tbe way, and when he was spoken to, said: "Why, what nonsense she can't feel anything." Still, I should always have my impression about that photographer, and doubt if be would not ao the same to a live person if he were not afraid of tbe consequences.

As a sign of affection, kissing was unknown to the Australians, tbe New Zealanders, tbe Papuans, tbe Etquimattx and other races. The Polynesians and the Malaya alwaya ait down when speaking to a superior. Tbe inhabitants of Mallicolo, an island in tbe Pacific Ocean, show tbeir admiration by kiss Ing tbe Esquimaux pull a person'a noee as a compliment a Chinaman puts on bis bat where we should take it off. and among tbe same curious people a coffin is considered as a neat and appro priate present for an aged person, especially if in bad bealtb.

ONE GRADE HIGHER. Chicago Boslne*s. "An Indiana young lady has invented a piano stool tbat rusts the back." Tbe next step in tbe march of improvements is to invent a piano that will rest tbe neighbors.

There was joy in tbe honsehould of Charles Wetzel one night. It was tbe joy that followed an interval of intense anxiety. Mr. Wetzel writes: "Last night my wife was' taken with a very

by m?gicones pains vanish if he severe cramp In the stomach,I procured be a iflferer from rheumatism or neural- a bottle of Mfatbler's Herb Bitters from gia ap applies St. Jacobs OU, the pain-i Meases. Hall A Rock, and to my supbanker. rise and joy one dose cured ber. It is a

FOCoagh and Colda Red Star Cough valuable medicine. I would not be Curel a sofa, pleasant, anre remedy. without it.

CHILDREN'S CHATTER.

A little girl whose general idea of Soripture waa better tban her knowledge of detail, in quoting a well known passage rendered it as follows: "Man is born and woman ia full of trouble*"

A bright little son of a senator evidently thought the senate was an hereditary institution, for, when asked what he intended to be on reaching manhood, he mournfully answered: "Well, I'd lke to be a hackdriver, but I s'pose I'll have to be a senator."

A little girl, aged 9, called her father to her bedside the other evening. "Papa," said his little diplomat, "I want to ask your advice." "Well," my dear, wbat is it about?" "What do you think it will be best, to give me on my birthday?" tpr

While at the breakfast table a little

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The measles invaded a household where tbeie were many children. Tbe first child to sicken was given a box of paints and some prints to color, to amuse himself in bed. "I wish I could get tbe measles," said a younger brother, "then I could have a paint-box, toe." In due time he caught the infection and was also given a box of paints. "Papa," said the little one wearily, alter being a couple of days in bed, 'you can take tho paint-box away. I don't want the measles.

STEPPING STONES TO SUCCESS.

A CLEAIt HEAD AND A STRONG* HEART. V\ If you muddle your brains wltli any of the whiskey compounds which are sold under thd name of "bitters," and wbich topers delight in for stimulants, you do your system irreproachable miacbief. Brown's Iron Bitters is not one of these. It promotes healthy action of the heart, liver and stomach It cleans and en itches the blood, »bd fits the braiu for the b?st merits! work. Tbe best physician* prescribe it, and it is well worthy of a trinl i»v all.

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Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Observe sjstem in all you do and undertake.

One to day is worth two to-morrows. Be self-radiant do n»t take too much advice, but rather depend on yourself.

Never fail to keep your appointments, nor be punctial to the minute. Never be idle, but keep your hands or minds usefully employed except when sleeping.

Use.charity with all lie over-generous in thought and deed—help others along life's thorny path.

Make no .^asto to be rich remember that small and steady gains givn competency and tranquility of mind. Think all you speak, but speak not nil you think

Thoughts nro your own your words are so no more— Where Wisdom speers, wind canuot make you sink

Lips never err when fclio does keep tho door.

A LEVEL-HEADED GIRL. "Say that you will be mine, dearest Angelina." 4^

"I will upon one condition." "Name it, my adored, and if it wore to get you the 'moon—" "It is easier than that In brief, hitnply this: that you will invite me to spend a month iti your father's house previous to our marriage." "Of course, certainly but why make such a strange request "Well, 1 wish to learn to cook like yxrar lawtttn."

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