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v j far ttla paper aiwnld be aooeav th aa af taa wabor; not mwijflr tot .bataaaaeridaooeo ipodftthooUaprt '(th writes. Wittonlyononiidaal ue paper, jm parttoatarircrrful,ln gMns nameaaad Arte, to hart - - -v . .. . Gentle stranger let me ask, Did yon ever stop to bask In the atmosphere of cooking When a maiden fair is looking, Askancely from the depths Of her limpid, azote eyea As she shoves in the big oyo4 Those delicious pumpkin pies? Ah, wfeafcecstacies appealina, , As aromas prcntly stealing, PermeaWthe rural kitchen, Whose confines hold a fair witch in Facmatrag, dainty,' rare, 'Fore yonr "toxica ted eyes, Tis the maiden, Hoar laden Manipulator of the pies. Pnmpkra pies! What memories rise Even to the sunny skies, As she opens 'lore tout eyes The biff oven she did shore in Those delicious pumpkin pies. Golden orbs of luscious glory! Never had the world a story Fairer to the heart of mart, Ayl to hearts of mortal elan, Than the raannsoriptin yellow, Hot and toothteome fore yonr eyes. And I fain would long to spell, oh, Worldly bliss to pumpkin pies. Quarter, half, the whole, oh, Rive it; I could dwell in bliss and live it In an hour such as this. Ah, f orovermore I wis Sitting by theotove in kitchen Whose confines hold a fair witch in Facinating, dainty, rare, Askaneely glancing from her eyes, At me, over pumpkin pies. Detroit Free Press LIy Birthday. We, Mother Ray nor, Jack and X, were sitting in our little sitting-room, our best room, but not parlor, for mother would never call the little box of a room bj so dignified a title, and lor the hundredth time they -were telling me what they knew.of my life., "You see, Birdie," said mother, as I tad always called her, "it was, a stormy night and jack had been detained, at the store he was cash-boy at Coltpn & CJo.'s then but just as he was running Bp the steps about 7 o'clock he met a woman- hurrying down them, Sho brushed by without speaking, and. he, when he reached the door, almost stumbled oyer a basket where" yon lay all (snugged up in warm flannels. Ah, but yon were a nice baby, my dear !" 'Pity my mother hadn't thought so," X sarcastically observed. "Undoubtedly you. would have fared better titan in out. humble home,0 said Jack grimly. "Why Jack, you don't think I mean that, do yon dear?" I hastily asked. - "It made me feel badly to think my own flesh and blood would abandon me and (trustme with strangers, that's alL" "That was seventeen years ago to morrow nighty meditated mother, unheeding our conversation. "Yes," chimed in I, anxious to clearthe cloud from, Jack's forehead: ."and yon have always called it my birthday, and have always made the day So pleasant for me too. Let me see !" ' I rattled on, "yon thought I must have been mbont a year old, and sol am 18 to-morrow I Have yon made my birthday cake yet, mother?' , "Yes, indeed. And that reminds me I mus$ go out and see te the frosting of it to-night. No, yon stay right here. Watch her, Jack, for she's not to see , the cake until to-morrow.-" I retreated before her laughing corn ed, and seeing how sour Jack still I determined to do my very best to mafce him behave like his own old self aeasn- Perching myself on the arm of hisNshairl leaned over, trying to catch his eye. v - "No," he repl&in a tone that said "Yes, decidedly so ; let me alone." But I was not to be rebuffed. Slipping my arms around his neck I drew his face around towards mine. "Ycn'r sorry von didn't send me to the Foundlings' Home, aren't yon? It's enough to make any one cross to thick how he has been troubled for seventeen years just because he was so soft-hearted over a miserable, little baby whoso own people didn't care about -keeping it- Are you sorry, Jack?" "Are you, Bird?" He suddenly straightened up, a look in hie? dark eyes I had never noticed there before!. "What have I to be sorry for?" I - asked. "Wasn't I thrown into the hands of the dearest, kindest mother and brother a girlever had?" "Yes, dear that is, we've always meant kindness ; bat still I am not your brother. Bird." "I know it, but I love you just as well, I began, bat sound way under the steady look of Jack's beautiful eyes I could not go. on with, my usual pro testations of affection, as I had always i4 Rn in the habit Of doine, and I drew "Moa- amn rviMir mm KTfflinil II IN lieu. JBtat I don't want yoa to, Bird," he slowly, and then he went on eagerly: "My darling, I want yon to

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I want you for my very own, for my wife. Bird." , Clasping me close in his strong arms he told me how happy I could make him by saying that"! loved him. And so strongly did he argue his case that some way I was completely won over to his way of thinking, and before the great birthbay cake was frosted

Jack and I were engaged. ' "Pve accepted Jack as a birthday gift," I whispered to mother as I ran out. A radiant look of surprised joy fairly illumined her dear old face as she comprehended the meaning of my remark. "It has been the wish of my life," she whispered, kissing me softly. "Be ready ior other birthday gifts to-morrow' she called after me.. "O, happy birthday!" I whispered when to-morrow dawned, and I, awaking, remembered my promise to Jack. "What better gift could I have asked than the gift of dear JaoK'a love?" Several little tokens were at my breakfast plate, some very expensive, too, for since Jack's pictures had begun to sell so well and orders poured in faster than he could execute them he had begun to be quite extravagant. - He had gratified an oft-expressed wish of mine by , having a little cameo earring, found in the basket in which they first found me, set in a ring for me for one of my birthday presents. It was an exquisite, clearly-cut cameo, and it had a decidedly unique setting; so I had always indulged in the hope that sometime, perhaps, I might learn through it who my parents were. , I had evidently dropped into the basket by mistake, for there was nothing else about me to identify me. There, was none of the -proverbial strawberry marks or moles so often found on lost children in stories, so I had only the cameo to connect me with the unknown past. So I slipped it on my finger, and when Jack told me to keep it for an engagement ring until he could procure another it became doubly dear to me. By-and-by, as soon as breakfast was finished, much-to my surprise and disappointment, my lover went up to his studio and remained invisible for two hours. "He might have spent my birthday with me, anyway," I pouted as I plod ded upstairs feeling "blue? enough. I knocked at the door of his studio. "Not just now dear, I'm busy," came in Jack's voice- from beyond the door. Angry and indignant, for he had" allowed me to spend my mornings there for two months past, I silently went to my owb room; And I was angrier still when, not ten minutes later, his door opened to admit Jack Griffith, a fellpw from the Artists' Club. And then I was ready to cry with vexation. They had always petted and spoiled me, mother and Jack, and let me have my own way, so that I could not bear even this little neglect grace fully. . And, besides we were just engaged, and Jack, it seemed to me, wasn't acting just as he ought under, the circumstances. At last I was determined to be mean enough to listen and hear, if I could, what they were talking about so earnestly in the studio. Me, I found out atonee, for Jack had just spoken my name as I guiltily put my ear to the keyhole. (A disgraceful thing to do I admit, but as I mean this to be a faithful account of my birthday, and as I really did listen at the keyhole, I record it.) "I have made a great mistake," said Jack, sighing heavily. I couldn't distinguish Mr. Griffith's reply, but I, hushing my breath, heard Jack say again: "It has always been my mother's wish. I did it more to please her, I suppose. She loves Bird dearly, and " With a dry sob I fell forward on the rug. l could not nave stirred men naa they opened the door and saw me there. "He has found out this early that he has made a mistake, has he?" I thought bitterly when my brain stopped whirling so I could think. "It was only to please his mother that he had asked me to become his wife! And to think he should reveal his disappointment to that horrid old Griffith first ! O it was too humiliating." I resolved te release him at once, but again I listened, having a dim hope, I suppose, that perhaps my ears had de ceived me."If it suits my mother " began Jack. "That's not the thing," interrupted Griffith. "You never would be suited. She lacks expression and . "Yes, I knownaturalness I know the faults for I'm better acquainted with Birdie than you aw Griffith.""To be euro," nuscptod Griffith. Mouth too largef eyes very vacant, Pve noticed. I adviso you to give it up." "IH take your advice," said Jack emphatically, and then I rushed to my room. So through "Griffith's advice," which Jack, seemed so ready to take, my brief little romance was to be shattered.

Well, I would never stay and let him see my heart break, too; for I felt sure I never could live through this trouble, so dear had Jack in the role of lover become to me in a few short hours. And so some way now it all seems like a vague dream to me I found myself a few hours later wandering aimlessly down a strange street, not knowing or caring where my steps tended. Some workmen obstructed the sidewalk and I was obliged to cross the street. I remember of stepping down and advancing a few steps, of.hearing hoarse shouts of warning, feeling a sudden shock, and then all was 'blank. When I returned to consciousness I was in strange room, everything was strange to me. "Where am I?" I'asked, although I could see no one. "What has happened?" "You are with friends," said a low voice near me, and turning my eyes they fell on a sweet-faeed lady not yet old, although her hair was nearly white, sitting near me. "How came I here?" I demanded in a weak, startled voice. After a brief consultation with the woman, evidently the nurse, the lady decided to explain the situation. "You are weak, but I ptmt to your good sense to remain calm while I tell you why you are here. About a month ago you were crossing the street and my husband and I accidentally ran against and severely injured you. There was nothing about you to identify

you, so we brought you home." "And this was a month ago ; has no one been here ? Did you advertise?" "No," replied the lady. "It was re ported in the police news, I believe, as my husband had to pay a large fine for his carelessness, but I never thought of advertising for your friends. I sup posed they would go to the station and then be directed here, if you had any in the city." "I have none," I said bitterly. "I a foundling, living upon was only charity all my life.'' I was reckless. I did not think how unnecessary it was to speak of my own history to a stranger. A whole month I had lain there and no one had called. And my pale, thin hands showed how near to death's door I had been. As I lay looking at my wasted fingers I noticed my ring was gone." Hastily I inquired where it was. My new-found acquaintance blushed, and then said ; "Will you allow my husband to talk with you a few moments? He has your cameo." In a few moments a tall, handsome gentleman accompanied her into the room. "Years ago," he began, after apolo gizing for being the cause of my illness, and congratulating me upon my re covery, "I had a pair of cameos carved in this city. They were unlike anything ever seen here. I had them set in a pair of earrings for my wife. One night our house was robbed by a trusted servant; the cameos were taken along with other valuables." "Was anything else taken ?" I asked, sitting upright, forgetting for a moment my weak state. The gentleman strove to control his emotion, but his wife was silently weeping near the window. "Yes, our only child," he replied, brokenly. "Now will you tell me how you came by this cameo, for it is the same? I to-day took it to the person who carved it for me so long ago, and he recognized it at once, although it has been reset." "Was it seventeen years ago that your child was stolen ?" I asked eagerly. "Yes. What do you know of it?" he questioned hoarsely. "I know that I am your child then." After I had told the story so often re peated to me by my mother Baynon they were perfectly satisfied that I belonged to them, and their joy beggars description. Their story was that my father had given his wife a necklace of diamonds, and seeing how pleased her baby was with it she had shaken the stones before its eyes, and at last, in a spirit of fun, clasped it about the child's neck. But she did not understand the fastening, and as her husband was away from home and she could not get the short chain over the child's head, she was obliged to let the nurse put the infant to sleep with the glittering ornament about itfl neck. But the temptation proved too great for the nurse's capacity, so she had taken baby quietly out to a neighboring jeweler and had the necklace unfastened. The theory we, my new-found parents and I, formed was, that becoming frightened at her own exploit, and not daring to try to replace the baby I never can realize that that baby was myself lest she be discovered, she con. 'Tended to abandon it entirely. , where do these people live whoave oared so kindly for you I must filLtiiena" said my mother. ReluctJktly I gave the address. Jack came strafS to m0 after mv mother told her JEk, and he looled 80 0d

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and worn and haggard that for a moment I was lost in pity for him. Then I remembered tke indelicate remarks he had made to Miles Griffith, and in trying to be frigidly cool I only succeeded in crying weakly. "O, Jack! Jack!" I sobbed, uuable to bo anything but my own impetuous "why did you teach me to love you only to tire of me so soon ?" "Tire! How? What do you mean, dear?" he asked, taking my hands anxiously as if he feared I was not quite rational. And then as I grew calmer I had to confess how I had descended to the contemptible business of eavosdropXing and what I had heard. "Ijt was my birthday, Jack. Don't you remember you had Griffith up in the studio. And you told him you had made a great mistake in engaging your self to me, and and he advised you to give it up, and you said you'd follow his advice."' For three minutes Jack stared at me, and then he, with difficulty repressing an inclination to laugh, Said : "My darling, how could you believe it? Now listen. As you know, my forte is landscapes. Well, I thought I'd make one more trial at portraits, so while lately I have been entertaining you and mother so politely in the studio I was slyly taking 'sittings.' You know your birthday, or the day we celebrate as yours, and mother's fall on the same day; so as she had often expressed a wish to have your portrait painted, and thinking that you would like her's I painted your counterfeits as best I could, and then before I showed them I sent for Griffith, the fairest critic in the club. He told me candidly that as a portrait painter t was a dead failure and advised me to never allow the public to see my attempts. The criticisms you heard were of your picture. Not you. Are you satisfied ?" "Perfectly," I answered, feeling now that I could get well and strong at once. "But my poor birthday was all spoiled," I sighed. "To-day is your birthday, my dear," interrupted my new mother brightly, entering the room with Mother Baynor, "and if the other was spoiled ask what you will and you may have it." "I'll take Jack," I said gayly. And so I did, 'for better or for worse,' a year from my eighteenth birthday.

MS DdDWT SEE THE OLD MAN. "Did you see your girl last night?" asked a friend of a young fellow who had been out calling the evening before where the old folks didn't like him. "Well I should ejaculate to remark." "Everything went, eh?" "I should enumerate the particulars." . "See any others of the family?" "Yes, the old lady and the boys." "Didn't you see the old man?" "No." "You had a nice time then, did you?" "Not exactly; the old gentleman kicked me clear over the fence." "Kicked you over the fence? I thought you said you didn't see him?" "Well, I didn't see him. That's how he got in his work. Do you suppose if I had seen him I would have hung around. and plead with him to kick me? Not much. I would have mosied lively. He performed the ceremony before I saw him, and after the job I didn't feel any particular desire to see him or anybody else but the doctor. See him ? You bet I didn't see him." Merchant Traveller. . THE PESTS OF THE THEATER. Some of the peculiar people are noticed at the theaters again this season. They include the man who drops his programme regularly from the balcony to the parquet; the woman who always lays her head on her male companion's shoulder when she laughs at anything funny in the play; the man who tells his neighbors about what is coming he has seen the play before ; the woman who annoys the person on the seat .lJaok of her by constantly moving her head from side to side; the man who stands up and very deliberately removes his overcoat in the most interesting part of the drama; the man with squeaking boots who cornea in late, walks with a good deal of emphasis down to the front row of seats; the man who laughs so loud as to remind me of an earthquake, and last, but not least, the baby who is sometimes too small to be seen, but always large enough to be heard. Providence Press. foclohtsg ixstuuctioits. Mose Quackenboss had taken a glass or two too many for the good of his individual equilibrium, and as he parsed up Austin avenue with a staggering gait, he was met by Brother Whangdoodle Baxter. "Why, Mose!" said Brother Baxter, "Pse done sorry to see yer in such an infamus condishioji. De road seems entirely too narrer fer yer ter day. "That's a fao, Brother Baxter," replied Mose, "but didn't yer allers advise me tor walk in der-hicnarrer way?" Texas Sifting. It is not generally known that the Duke of Connaught, Queen Victoria's third son, was refused by Princess Thyra, of Denmark, who married the son of a German noblemas instead,

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The Salem JPe-rsceutiim and Hangings, The Salem witchcraft was only one of the results of the superstition, as old almost as man himself, that certain per sons, through intimate connection with" the spirit world, possess superhuman influence for evil over their fellow-men. The early Christians inherited the idea from their pagan forefathers, and in 1484 Pope Innocent issued a bull directing the inquisitors to search out and punish all guilty of such crimes. For nearly three centuries following the delusion reigned, so that in Germany alone more than 10,000 persons were executed in consequence of this bull, and in England, during the 100 years following the reign of Elizabeth, over 30,000 persons were sacrificed te this wild superstition. In fact witches were hung in the latter country as late as 1716, and in Scotland until 1722. Under these circumstances it is not strange that Englishmen in America partook of the fanatical excitement, and when in 1688 four children ,of John Goodwin, a respectable man in North Boston, began to show strange symptoms, immediately after receiving abuse from a disreputable Irish woman, the people should at once attribute them to witchcraft; the more so since three JBostonians had been hung already for that offense, and lately a book had been published in defense of the popular belief. Four years later the excitement culminated at Salem The first alleged victims were in the family of Samuel Parris, a clergyman. His daughter, niece, and two other girls began to show symptoms like those of the Goodwin children, and. accused Tituba, an Indian squaw in the family, of bewitching them, though she stoutly protested her innocence. Soon the number of bewitched increased, and likewise the number of accused. The excitement grew, being constantly fanned by those who should have been foremost in checking it None were' safe from accusation, and many, to save their own lives, accused their dearest friends and relatives. When Sir William Phipps became Governor of Massachusetts, in May, 1692, his first act was the appointment of a court for Suffolk, Essex, and Middlesex, consisting of seven Judges: William Stoughton, the Lieutenant Governor; Chief Justice Nathaniel Saltonstal, who refused to act, and was replaced by Jonathan Curwin ; John Bichards, Bartholomew Gedney, Wait Winthrop, Samuel Sewall, and Peter Sergeant. Cotton Mather and Samuel Parris were among the chief instigators of the prosecutions that followed. Under this tribunal twenty persons were hung, fifty or mora tortured into confession of guilt; the jails were filled, and hundreds more were under suspicion, when the reason of the community awoke to a realization of the injustice and barbarity of such proceedings, and fanaticism was soon succeeded by bitter remorse. There is not space hero to enumerate many of the. tortures employed to extort confessions. The lash, the stocks, binding the sufferers in painful postures, as with neck and heels together; starvation and thirst, and other barbarities were exercised, until hundreds falsely accused themselves, their friends and neighbors, and even their dearest relatives, to obtain release. Inter Ocean. THE COA'S UMJPTTOlf Of GOLD. The consumption of gold for other than monetary purposes in Europe, America and Australra has more than quadrupled in thirty years, and has quite trebled in twenty years. It is more than five times what it was half a century ago. The great mass of gold which has flowed from the mines has been absorbed in the same opulence and luxury of the times which have swallowed up the flood of gems, great in volume beyond any former precedent, from the diamond-fields of South Africa, and increasing prices will be quite as likely to whet the appetite for both as to check it. Five-sixths of the current production of gold is absorbed in the arts and manufactures in the Western world and in British India. A part of the remaining sixth is lost in the wear of coins and by fires, shipwrecks and forgotten hoards. What is left to increase the stock of gold money in proportion to the increase of population, exchanges and wealth of the world? North American Review, A. FMEXVLY SUGGESTION. "Have you read any of my new tragedy ?" inquired a young Austin amateur author of CoL Percy Yerger, who is famous for his candor. "Only the first act," was the reply. "And do you not think the first act is sublime?" asked the litterateur. "Well, yes," was the reply, "it's somewhat sublime, but I think you might add an act that would be more so; an act that would be a benefit to the people of Austin." "And what is that?" was the anxious inquiry "The act of throwing the whole thing into the fire. That would be an act of humanity, a noble act. Texas Sifting. James Jarrett, of Milledgeville, Ga., carries a pocket-knife that was given to him in November, 1829,

PLEASANTRIES. From Peck's Snn.1 Akron, Ohio, boasts of a practicing physician ninety-one years of age. ' He must be a member of the "old school. Because there are 40,000,000 hogs in this country tht is, real four-legged hogs with curly tailti an exchange is afraid this country will be christened "Hamerica." Ah exchange says: "Ladies 'in Nevada wear hop buds for ornaments." It is presumed that they don't get the hop buds to wear until the men have abstracted and absorbed the juice. The pancake crop promises weH this season, but in case of shortage the good housewife will have the satisfaction of knowing that the more a -buckwheat pancake looks bike a porous piaster, the more fashionable it is. Young man, a girl may decline your attentions, but remember she never refuses ice cream or tickets to a matinee. This is a pointer by which yon may be able to carry your point in two cases if not in alL ' There may be some consolation in that. i ' In Burnet, Texas, a lunatic named Luckey set fire to a lot of straw in the ail and then defied any one to come near. A barber was brave enough to risk his life and save the lunatic and the jail from cremation. If ,a barber once gets to talking, without limifo there is nothing that can stand against him. i It is not healthy for an Eastern man to find too much fault with, or be too particular about his -grub while traveling west of the Missouri river. A Boston man who found fault with the bill of fare in Montana was mobbed by the people and chased thirty miles. He got away, but the people out there are waiting for him to return. About as cruel a joke 'as has been perpetrated in the country, this fall, was played on a Pennsylvania minister. A wag fixed up a notice of a minstrel performance, and mixed it in with other notices, to read from the pulpit. The clergyman never noticed the true inwardness of the note until he struck the hist half dozen words. The con- . gregation firmly believed he received complimentary tickets to the show, until he fully explained. From Carl Pretzel's Weekly. 1 It is divine to drink but human to get drunk. Ignorance is bliss, but ae school boy thinks knowledge is generally blister. We love Some men for their sublim "staying" qualities because they stay away from us. The forelock of time must be almost worn out, as we hear of oh so many people taking time by the forelock, . IN spite of all the preachers say I hold the truth beyond a cavil: The dudes upon onr streets to-day. Are proof that Darwin's head was level. It is a conundrum how a tight-laced girl can become loose in her habits. It is to be trusted no one will remark "of corset is." A short time ago humorous writers . were rare and in demand at .awful salaries. Now they are so numerous that x common horse reporters are better paid. Verily there is a change in everything, except the editor's pocket. Htjmob is a disease. It is in the heir sometimes in the heiress. It is catching. Almost everybody takes it. Only those with sense, and lots of it, take it bad. Fools, natural-born fools, never take it. They sometimes think, they have it, but it's only a false alarm. None genuine unless they have the trade mark $ $ $; the others never have the trade mark. There are two trade marks, one $ $ $, the genuine, and the other the 0 0 0. The genuine get tile former; the others the latter. It is the only way to .tell the false from the true. i HXS LICENSE. "Allows me to look at your newspaper," said a gentleman to a person whom he met coming away from the marriage license desk in the county clerk's office. "Permit me to refer to it for a moment," continued the gentleman. "I have no newspaper about me," replied the man. "What is that you have in your hand?" "Why this is nothing but a marriage license," said the man. "Well, that will answer my purpose, I guess. It's p. noose-paper." Carl PreteeF Weekly. WHAT "MOKMOX" SIBUJOrJOBS. It is not generally known, perhaps, that "Mormon" is a pure Greek word, signifying a monster. How Joseph Smith, the founder of this troublesomesect, hit upon the word is not authen. tically known. Probably if he had been aware that it was adopted by the ornithologists as a scientific name for certain web-footed water birds whose grotesque countenances justify tile appellation, he would have tried to out a less objectionable title for bis book. The Continent. '

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