Pittston Gazette

              \ m - ;^r A  $ A3WIU O A HTS?0 yflV83H a 8 8Ha0S08!Q 8 Oldest NewsoaDer in tliie Wyoming Valley. "* v i » T ■ , -- PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, JUNE 12. 1801. A Weedy Local and Family Waal. ■•'■■■ «1 •.—'nui * * vC .* ;» :i w \ e^threatenfl Vo/e Prodigal. If my 1 DVf were dead and gone, LleaJ and gone, and I alone, i cofeM never tell him, never, Wy hearts lore, that like a river rr*er, DyDr diiui»jiih«fh its store. , ., .S« I tell turn now my love, Aud he shall not tire thereof; With devising of new Tashlbns " " former's son-in-law. So one hypothesis after another was advanced and rejected, and at the end nobody was wiser than at the beginning. slackens his pace, and u proud glow of proprietorship expands Lis breast. He Bees, as in a swift vision, the perspective of the years to come. Within these four walls is to begin the long succession of a happy posterity. Bich, powerful and peaceful, they shall take their place as the best type of the foremost nation of the earth. The women shall be beautiful and bountiful, the men eminent and honorable, friends of the great and great themselves. The house of Trent I It stands dark and empty now, but the hour is at hand when its windows shall be illuminated and its doors opened, and all the city come to do it homage. him its a companion rather than as a guardian, and a mm three or four times her age. «!hey laughed and chatted together and \venj to theaters and balls, and danced together. Whether she had ever thought of him as a possible suitor for lier hand i-i an abstruse (juestion. It Is safe to say that, if she did, the idea was not likely t;o have been of her own snggertion. The traditions of their intimacy were against that. He, however, may have jirepared her mind for the entertainment of it. Men of the world like Harry Trent know how to manage women—some womeu at least—without scaring or antagonizing them. "Wait!" said Darke, in an imperiona tone. She faced him again with a flush on her cheeks. "I have been absurd," he went on, "but now I'm done with it. If yon had told me whom you were to marry, i should never have begun it." NYE'S RCli'AL tthTREAT. in North Carolina, and yielded $500 to the bushel. Possibly the reader thinks that I am trying to be facetious, but that was the rate—$.500 to the bushel of earth—for it was a placer mine—or $3,000,000 while the mine was being worked. Then it suddenly becauie flooded, and I believe is still a little moist as this letter goes to press. PAY OF FRENCH TEACHERS. Be ,i|faay; Trent dealt ia,diamonds,, tod' buHt f&me, and fortroie from the®*.' • In a comparatively short time ho beo0jh» the JbBfiJ; kajowh *nQ: wealthiest \trtercty*wr hi the-trades No one was a surer1 ofthai1r JJurity -and value; diamonds of ucequaled purity and splendor seemed to crystallize be- No one could tell with certainty The Compensation Educated Women Receive in the Schools of France. The house was completed in what seemed, judged by our standarils, a w onderfully 6hort time, for it was ready to be lived in before the end of the winter season of 1870—say in carnival time. But Harry Trent had himself superintended the work in all its stages, and had seen to it that the workmen's hours of rest did not exceed their hours of labor. And yet, when all was done and February was drawing to a close, he still delayed moving in. It may have been merely accident; it may have been that he was waiting for Olympia Raven and her mother to get ready, or, possibly—for all men have their weak side— he was the least bit superstitious and was haunted by a recollection of that old proverb, "When the honse is built death enters in." But he was strong ' and healthy, in the full enjoyment of a life that had never met with a serious failure or disappointment In everything he attempted he had been successful, and either prudence or a naturally happy temperament had kept him from spoiling his nerves and digestion by too anxious and assiduous labor. If ever the afternoon slope of a man's life promised to be sonny, easy and prolonged, it promised so to him. He had built a honse perfectly adapted to his needs; it was ready to receive him; his many friends, impatient for the honse warmf ing, were counting the days that had to elapse before Lent came and postponed j the celebration to a remote Easter—and still Harry Trent made no sign. What was the matter with him? SKY LAND THOUGHT WORKS," IN OUNCOVtJE COUNTY. HIS NEW HO c " In France the teaching profession il much overstocked. For private no diploma is required, but practically*- is needed, for a teacher with a diploma is always preferred. Ladies are aomeLlmafcl attached to large scholastic establishment# solely®r the purpose of receiving there-' latives of the pupils. For their service*! they are paid fifty francs a month ana their board. Secretaries and readers are paid from 100 (130) to 300 (860) francs a month. Their '" hours are long and their duties fatiguing.1 Interpreters get two francs an hour. RDr the post of interpreter the candidate must get herself into good relations with thai hotels, for it is here that their services are chiefly required. s | In a lower class of life respectable waawA, can earn ten or fifteen francs a month by. taking children out for a walk every tin® and thus relieving hard worked mnO»r$ and saving them the expense of a mum These women are not, properly speaktngL teachers, but they often talk some foreiga.' language, and are often required to das* in order that their little charges may gain practice. , The public schools are divided into palmary, secondary and superior. In the petmary the best posts to be obtained aretbcM of inspectors. There are five inspectors of boarding schools and five of infant The salary is a minimum of 4,000 ffflea ($800) a year, and a maximum of 5,500fre&cs ($1,100), with a bi-annual rise of 500 francs ($100). The inspectors also receive 600 francs ($100) a year for extra la Paris itself there are six inspectorsof girls'j primary schools and three of infant  The salary Is 6,000 francs ($1,200) a year, including expenses. i There is also an inspector of the class for bookkeeping and modern languages, in which the salary, together with the ex- , penses, amounts to 7,200 francs($1,440), and one post of inspector of schools for dressmaking and cutting out. These schools are in the suburbs of Paris, and the salary is 3,000 francs ($000) a year. The applicants must be thirty years of age at least sod i thirty-five at most, and must hold the high-1 est diploma. They car* all receive pensions, calculated after the rules applied to the employes of the prefecture of the Seine, that is, after thirty years' service they have the right to a pension equal to half their salary. This sum is deducted from their salaries at the rate of 8fc per cent. The teachers in primary schools must also hold the highest diplomas, except in the infant schools, which require a simple diploma and certificate of aptitude. Here the salaries for the teachers are from 1,500 ($300) to 2,500 francs ($500); for the directresses, from 2,750 ($550) to 3,800 francs ($750). Promotion can only be obtained after three years of service, and becomes a right after five. Good posts are those of adult school teachers, there being seventeen schools for adult women in Paris. There are sixty drawing schools throughout Paris and the provinces, hut the salary of ths teachers here is not fixed by government. These schools are excellent, and veiy good places in which to begin the study c(f art.— New York Sun. "I to marry!" repeated Olympia. liftin her head. "My dear, 1 am afraid Mr. Darke is not himself: wo had better go," interposed Mrs. Raven, sliifting from one foot to the other in a kind of subdued dance of anxiety. It Is Kight Near t*D Vauderbilt'n, And most subtle alterations, laffl That doth holh ' Nothing back of gems and gold. and What Nice Times They Will Have. Diamonds of fine water, and from onehalf to two karats in weight, have been found in the state, but not in sufficient quantities to interne with agriculture. Fine detached crystals of zircon, garnets and graphite occur in Franklin, Lincoln and Mecklenburg counties. North Carolina is also headquarters for granular or crystalline corundum, or einory. Arsenic, antimony, bismuth, cobalt and nickel are also met up with here, but not in the gneissoid rocks. Wliy the Nice Old fiitleijuui Objected to the Xiook "Oh, it's no secret. You aro to be Mrs. liarry Trent. Yes, I have it on tho best authority." Here he "dropped his sarcastic fbne and spoke with passion. "What have I done that yon should humiliate me? Do you think it a joke that a man like me should love you? Well, a woman may insult a man, but if'  [CoyyrijtUt, 1881, by Eilpar \V. Nye.) Skyi.axd. Buncombe Co.', N. C., i June, 1801. ( Buncombe county—which may algo properly be spelled Bunkum—is a large and beautiful county on the fVfenfclr Bfoarl and Swananoa rivers, with Asheville as the county seat. -The name itself first gave rise to tho expression "Talking fur Buncombe," which is now a classic, toward the close of the famous debate bn.the "Missouri question" in the Sixteenth congress. It was used at that time, according to history, by Felix Walker, an old mountaineer of the cute, quaint and curious variety so common and so delightful in the hills of western North Carolina and Eastern Tennessee. He lived, 1 am told, at Waynesville, in Haywood county,, on the borders of Buncombe, which was also one of the counties of his district. There is pleasure for an imaginative mind in doing privately and, as it were, by stealth things that ordinary persons would make no secret about. Harry Trent, in spite of his proved and practical business sagacity, has a lively imagination; and, as the miser steals off to count his money, or the lover to serenade his lady love, so had Harry become infatuated with the idea of spending an unsuspected night in his new house. He would not share with any other that virgin experience, and it would be agreeable in after years, amid the stir and voices of an overflowing family and social lite, to lookback upon this first night of soli tude and meditation. Now, Cousin Harry's birthday fell on Feb. 28, and Olympia, wishing to please him, had resolved to make him a present of her own portrait. This plan was the more easily realized, because she had latterly made tho acquaintance of a certain Mr. Keppel Darke, a young portrait painter, who had a delightful studio in Twenty-third street. Mr. Darke was himself delightful, in Olympia's opinion. He was tall and rather slender, with powerful blue eyes, and hair black, oi nearly so, which he wore longer than was common, so that it curled about his neck. His manner was grave and, for a young man, impressive; he was laconic in speech, observant, and, beneath a quiet exterior,-impressionable. He kept his face, including his upper lip, close shaven. You might have taken him for a tragedian, or for a clergyman—except that his costume was incompatible with the latter character. He affected somewhat of the brigand style of dress: indoors, velvet; outdoors, a long cape(3 overcoat and a broad brimmed hat. Aud the beggar is a king j' |u 1ombD land fcf youth and spring, / Aud tbe'spendthrift hath got: plenty, \ | Whjio tjho miser goetb scanty. We'll be beggared while we may! —Katharine Tynan. what his transactions were or who were his chief! iflientfc, i to • :tfrfe principle of omne ignotum pro magnifico, fabulous Reports weife circulated about him. He had bought and sold the jewels of empires. He had weighed in his bailees the crowns pf the severetens of Europe. He had bargained witbSA, "Mr. Darke, it is all a mistake," 6iie interrupted. "1 have no intention of marrying my cousin— 1 never had. Whoever told you 6o said what was untrue. 1 could not know yon loved me until you said so yourself: but if 1 had known it I should not consider it a joke, but— an honor—one"  The climate of North Carolina, especially of Buncombe county, is really its chief charm. It is, in fact, why both me and Vanderbilt came here. Wo said to ourselves: "Staten Island is beauti-' ful beyond description, especially at times, but it is not suitable for the entiro year. One should go up into the hills, at least for a part of the year, that the ozpno may dawdle through one's whiskers. Change is a good thing, and the climate of North Carolina has its good points." Two pallirr lilies and wade the sweet clover, Shaath*; songs in their morning and .May: Two. »ha.h and the sultan. In his books mipil be fotihd the namtes of ervtery millionaire of contemporary times. Half the diamonds of Old World historyfcttherwereorhad been in his possession, and were replaced in the regalia of their putative owners by skillful imitations in paste. So ran the gopsipD at which Harry Trent, when he happened to hear any of it, would laugh heartily and declare* that it waslucky nobody knew how really difficult it was for him to make both ends meet. ' • • : 1 - Gold are the dreams and the clouds that float • o*t, And golden the future far stretching away. 'Olympia!" cried Darke, with a viura Two- launch their boat for a voyage of loaf hailing. The bright ripples play and the wind Is off shorn. While the red light of the morning is falling. Sturdy and strong sails the bark —dIp theoarl tion of the voice. The expression of his face was entirely changed: it seemed to radiate light and fervor. The whole man heightened and expanded. She met his eyes, blushing deeply. He came a step nearer and held out his hands, "Don't let me be mistaken again!" he said, below his breath. With an inward smile of satisfaction, accordingly, Harry Trent ascends the steps and puts his key into the lock- The door yields before him and swings on noiseless hinges, bnt as he closes it the hollow sound resounds through the darkness. Hereupon, presently, steps are heard in the distance, and a light appears, carried in the hand of the faithful caretaker, who, with his wife, maintains guard in the basement. Strictly speaking, of course, Harry will not pass the night alone, nor, perhaps, can a man of his business and social importance ever hope to escape entirely from the knowledge and supervision of his fellows. It was possible that"Several'persons might know of or 6aspect his present whereabouts. But, on the other hand, caretakers can hardly be said to count as occupants, and if a man believes his movements to be untraced, he is just as content, for the time being, as though they really were so. - Once I came here along with a fall of two feet of snow and a mean temperature. I had nothing to do with it, but even yet (and that was better than five years ago) the people of Buncombe county, whenever a frost strikes the valley, a?r they profanely hunt in the bottom of the rag barrel for their ear muffs murmur to themselves and begin to look at the depot for baggage with my name owit ■ , . Two, lutnd ill bund, climb over the mountains, Footfiic and weary from tempest and toll, With truly amouinot to drink from the fountains.Renewing their strength for tomorrow's turmoil.The truth, as usual, doubtless lay between the extremes, bat hiay reasonably be held to have inclined toward the large extremity" rather than the small one. «i*gr«»d qveem imd-jthar jseople of "kagfcstjetatioa gnvtifineiiin jessing need of money, and have little except their jewels to offer in exchange far it. Their jewels mayor may not be  personal property; at all events, paste reproductions are cheap and easily come by. Who knows, or can expect to know, whether the Regent de France, the Pasha of Egypt, the Sancy, or even the Great Mogul, are genuine or bogus? If bogus, where are the originals? Whispers have even been heard regarding the Kohinoor; but it is to be hoped that, in this case at least, there is no basis for them. I Onr unpremeditated acts are incalculable. Olympia did not know how it happened; still less did she hear her mother's dismayed expostulation, She only knew that she was in Keppel Darke's arms and that he had kissed her. Hnd any one tdld.her ten minutes before that such a thing could occur she would have been indignant. As it was she fotind it Btrangely agreeable rwo, When the autumn hath put on Its glory, Sit bD- the shores of the beautiful Past, Whose solemn break with a wonderful rtoryvf r vT FT Si. Of fanciful Hhips that went down 1 n the blast." People turned to look at him as he stalked along the street. Fashionable men of his pwu age said he -was a conceited ass. Girls thought hitn deliciously romantic and did not ktiow how to "talk to him." Married women commonly dismissed him as unvailable for social purposes, with the reservation that he would be all right if he became famous. His brother artists, withoat expressing much personal affection for him, admitted his talent. This magnanimity came the easier to them, because the world had not yet discovered how really remarkable his talent was. One had to know something to appreciate it. He could do things in painting that other# tried, but failed to do. Ho had faculties, a perception, an independence of vision given to few. He was not incapable of producing a work of genius. No doubt he was conceited; young men «f. exceptional powers are apt to be 60, and unlike a lower class of vain men are "af no pains to conceal it In addition ho had the artistic temperament, which, lgyely in itself, is rendered aggressive and extravagant by the stolid hostility'of convention. To make an end of this catalogue of his qualities he was sensitive and high tempered. He came of New England stock, and | he had an income which enabled him to paylfor-hia board and lodging and the rent of his studio, even when his portraits did not pay. But for the last year or two they had begun to pay tolerably w«ll. , t He had, in fact, visited the house al tnoet every day, letting himself in witl his passkey, and sauntering through giC beautiful rooms, where fires were kepi burning in the open grates by the care takers in charge. He contemplated the interior from all points of view and in all moods, sometimes tentatively making a slight modification of arrangement, which he was as likely as not to restore the next day. Haaeemed loath to persuade himself that all was really just as he would have it, and yet he could devise, no improvement. So might a lover, study the face of his mistress, afraid to believe that her lovely features Were absolutely without flaw, or so might any mortal regard the most nearly perfect earthly achievement, unable tc suggest any bettering of it, and ye vaguely conscious that, in some way nothing of this earth could be perfec i^66d. The twenty-fifth of the month arrived and found the situation unchanged Harry Trent had on that day gone to afterntton tea at Mrs. Matchin's, it being her day at home, and had remained till after six o'clock. A dozen other people were present, and the talk was lively., Harry himself seemed in particularly fine spirits. When he took his leave Mrs. Matchin accompanied him to the anteroom and stayed there a few moments speaking with him in an undertone. They were undoubtedly on confidential terms, and (for every straw must count) it sent up her stock as the possible Mrs. Trent several degrees. She came back mth a deepened color and a mysterious anile, and entertained her company nore brilliantly than ever. Two, iu the cliili of the snowy December, Talk of the winter that leads to th» spring! Two sit and dream, over faggot and ember. Of castles tn air and of birds oo the wing. At night, or iu the shade, it is always cool here, especially during the holidays. But take the /ear round, facts, figures alid poorly patronized cemeteries show that .this county can easily give points to the field,and carry off the blue satin ribbon'.1 • ■ . But after a few moments she extricated herself and caught her breath. "Who told you that story about me?" she asked. Two lie at rest under blossoming roses; Winter sifts over them gently the snow; BtmUtfht C4 summer above them reposes; Their pLices are filled, and the years com* Ilelutively, the larger part of the state is very nppir us the Creator left it in the spo to dry. Virgin forests are still that way :liter the lapse of millions of years, and t ■ have hud them pointed out to me with, pride on that account by old timers here. There are thousands and thousands of acres everywhere, and nowhere will you see thereon where an effort has heeq made at clearing up the kind, save the unsatisfactory one, it seems to me. of trying to clear a farm by cutting down s tree every two weeks in order to get a 'possum that is concealed in it. From the oranges of the coast to the buckwheat pancakes of the Blue Ridge; from the terrapin of her tropical shores to the maple sirup of the mountains, North Carolina has almost everything on earth that is good to eat; and; ih the language of Daniel Webster, hesi skies: shed health and vigor. I do not just ruuiember for sure whether Webster said that br whether I quote from myself, bot it is good and true. au4 gol "Your Cousin Harry himself 1" hd replied. "1 saw him last night and asked him whether 1 might tell you that 1 loved you. He said that it would bebetter not, for he intended marrying you himself. 1 was so angry that 1 could have killed him, aad ever since then"  —Frank Seaman Meanwhile HarryTYent continued diligently atwark on his,new bouse. Dt We have seen many fine houses erected since then; but it is safe to say,that great's house is stilj as anything iu the way of a dwelling in city. Its excellence, however, lay not  in external adornment as in the fittings and furniture inside. "You're not dozing at your post, I see, sergeant," says Harry, for the man was a veteran of the war. "How is Mrs. Simpson?" I" NYE AT HOME. The old man arose to speak in thi midst of ,1, stormy howl for the "ques tion,*' and, It is- 8aicf, -wfteti an hour 01 f two only .vemaihed of the session. lit rambled on in an gimleea .sort, of way which is so exasperating to bright ;youn£ congressmen whose heads are yet' bis with their flret uButtpred.speech. Eelia could not tajk for apples, it was said, but as yet he bad not himself made a speech, and feft that' he not look the voters of Hickory township and Sandy Mush, in the facftif he yielded to Others and went home without brighten ing up the pages W' The-Congressional Reconl:- When, thei forensic sprouts of the Sixteenth cQqgre^, to him and offered him their bright ' new congressional jatkknives 'if he would quit, lie siiwply 'shuk hia lips a .little closer a*nl seated, W-tbq gavel that he was talking only for Buncofnbe. BuncOnibe cdiihtjr has' an Area of 459 square miles,-Ami is bounded cm the east by the Blue Ridge. JLt is - v$ry mountainous, but fertile, with an, all purpose climate that cannot be beaten in the world. Cattle, grain, tobacco and wool are among the products,  . fcikyland is where I am at as this letter is being written. It is a small but growing piace, Containing thirty-€evea inhabitants and eight hecul;pf horses. It is quiet here at present, of course, owing to iri -'at 'the' large money centers,,;but-this, it is thought by our best minds down at {ho cannot last long.. My house is rather tt he&Vy set cdttag^, and iS made from the 4r£ee which grew i where the house now; , It fac«£ toward a little brawling stream called Croup creek. I call my place the Skyland Tn'oiighf* tVbr&S. XC1 kiiASome like the gentleie.min the of. the t.VKE the books aw at. almanac—I for them-j V To' this -point comes the worn and selves. Sky land has an inexh&Us. ;ble 'capitalist, with his household and water supply, cofi.*isrtwg,'«f Croup tJteek; hemorrhages, his income and his inand a couple tDf patent wooden pail* on somtaa. tie comes to swap his scudi foi which ha ye beep, issued bearing a Vfetf stolen aftfernixms this side the low rate of interest. ' ' non-dividend declaring grave. It is a The Worksite in Charge'of 'my Coach- gpod place, for that, but better still foi man, y.nd'1 «*lc61 control tka bonds. As those who have been wiser and whc thC? .town, jre propose, to. put in came? earlier. another bucket service. * - The tir Vineyards of this state are well Q-eorge' Vanderoilt's extensive new and rank, with thost gr«iindB conamapdi ft fihe view of Siy 0f Europe as to adhesive qualities and itece. , .4 j w#g .tfvej .JtjMsrp W «bouC]uet. n The mole also flourishes here 6ee the work was progressing.' It and itD is well to take a day off while h« Ik a beautiftfl 'cafr is doing so. The mule is rarely fount t&e fonudfitiona.eiihis • prospective man- associated with his own kind here, bul e^fqru41Cffl(np .Frencll is often'er Diifl-herl up with a highly fyoad river, anc\ the sinoky tops of tha mortified horse, or sometimes a budding soltl, braVmdtmtain&'Vnake a ibaghiffcetlt two ut tiye,e summers. •picture of gentleness and.roposa.. D f, The North Carolina mule h:ts nevei ,VDs4we pveij been 'Cntirelv satisOed tfitli the terms o: A. TYel fn thel surrender at Appomattox, and it ha thrush is fringing in1 'tuS p£tsih!tmdq iuibiitese^, liim a, n»if*l deal, so that in bhitiohes. andi the' pawpaw d*soughing stead' of taking tip the duties and obliga in, thewoj^Htafq,zephyr, Yap-t tlous'rtf fife and winning success fo: dcrjbUt, with a Uttle leather WttegW • hlmiMf, M Strikes one as being rathei oFsnlngle nails lied arourta' ms waistj w,f unhappy- He seems alsc lading shingles o» ail ©ntbuildifig which to comment harshly on the lack ol be proposes.to a^cteq-booflft or; among his parents, and tc possil^y,,wearing a. pair.of lime spat* he constantly asking himself "-Is mar tiered'boOts and fihfthitis but a ffifrnhiy riage a failure?" *8 lie cherrily culls for ".Morb1 inocc.! He q„ train, day before yesterday, J iUea fp be ,bu*y, gjjw a newsboy get a very severe rebukC f. tiie M remarked to ine 11 riom an oM here. He was s resterday, as heptit a lUt'Of Wee t . looking old gentleman, with s iniment on tiis'tinlmbs ond showed me clear: blue eye of intense beauty ant there a,; pretty ■-purity. The newsboy, with that keei sprouting over ,the niins; of (the other the eternal fitness of thing which prompts him to fill my car sea "Pardon me," said a strange voice, proceeding from a broad shouldered, bluff featured man in the doorway. "Is this Mr. Darke's studio." "In good health, sir, and thank 'ee; we wasn't looking for you so late." "The fact is, sergeant, I've cotne to spend the night. Is the bed ready?" "Yes; but it's not open to visitors at this hour," returned Keppel, throwing out his arm. "Come some other time, if you please. I'm engaged!" As he uttered the last word he glanced at Olympia, and they both smiled With secret happiness. v . , ■ "It is, sir, and a good fire in the grate." PAST ONE-DEATH. It stood on * corner lotWir rattlier on a comer kD* and: two adjoining ones— and there was space on bdth sides of it, while at the bach was a roomy inclosnre and stables. It was bnilt of a reddish craystone,; "with jbfcoad yBpjwfcinfJ wiadoya admitting plenty of light. The plan oC1 me ToOmlr and' ratfr&wisa Was J most agreeab'ef at, whatever point yon stood fou saT around yon only charming visas wrious lines, soothing colors and "That's right! I want to find out, y(tu see, what sort of dreams the new bouse will give me." . \ CHAPTER L ,HABBT TRENT'S NEW HOME. ,, Kts leas than twenty years since the Trent mmrder in New York, and it was one of the great sensations of the tjaae. Bnt the Franco-German war, following close upon it, distracted pahlic attention. in ' " with it "May they be good ones, sir; you'll come honestly by 'em. If any one calla will I let 'em in?" 1 • ' ■ "Very sorry; but are your Mr. Darke —Keppel persisted the stranger, advancing a step or ttf-o into the room. "Well, visitors are not likely to be frequent this evening. This is something in the way of a scout reconnaisance, you understand. However, if any one does come it will be on particular business, I should suppose; so they may come up." •I nm; what dp yon wantt" said;the artist, also advancing, with, a frown. "I've told you that I'm busy. Isn't that enough?*' '' * ft was about 11 o'clock, on the elevated 1 Oatl—and elsewhere. She Got a Seat. "I'm afraid that won't do in therpresent case, Mr. Darke," answered, the other, standing now within arm's length! It-Tfil t»i7 "Very good, sir. in quite yet, sir?" You'll not be turning At Twenty-third street two pretty young women in good clothes came aboard. Olympia herself had artistic tendencies, and on Darke's first introduction to her they soon fell into a conversation that interested both of them. He admired her because-he had never before been able to express himself to a woman so fully and fluently, and she liked him because he Ra'd something in htm and was differeatfrom other men. Olympia's beauty took his artistic eye and he imagined himself painting her. In half an hour he had told her of his desire to do bo. Olympia at first laughed and passed it over, but the topic came up again whenever they met, and at length, as aforesaid, she conceived the plan of having her portrait done for Cousin Harry. She made a confidante of her mother, and the arrangement for sittings was made and punctually carried out. Darke was delighted; he had never done such good Work; he had "found himself." He had also found what was more serious —that he was in love. But Otympia was supposed to bq the destined heir of her cousin's fortune, the latter having no nearer relatives, and Darke did not lilce to appear in ]fcho guiseof a fortune hunter. •Fact is, 1 have some very particular business with you," he added, lowering his voice. "Perhaps you'd better ask the ladies to step out; it might not be pleasant for them—you understand?" The morning rush was past, but still the car was full of comfortable business men studiously devoted to their newspapers. Not a seat was vacant, and not one was offered. One of the young women hitched herself to a strap with an air of familiarity with the process; the other looked on and at the men with an expression of intellectual curiosity, not unmixed with scorn. "You'll see Wall street running right no against old Trinity," said she of the strap; as if continuing a previous conversation, "then I want to take yon throngh one of the big office buildings, but we'll have to wait till papa''  "Will we have to stqnd all the way down theah D" asked her friend and evident guest irrelevantly, in soft, clear tones and unmistakable southern accents. "No; not all the way," replied the New York girl, and then, chaperoning her sex instead of her section, she addedsottovoce, "some of these brutes will have to get out before Rector street—they'll have to give us a seat whether they want to or not." "No, I don't think they will," said the southerner in the same soft, audible tone, , and casting a meditative look abont her; "I think by their looks they'll stay aboard and lose money to keep us out of one." "No, not for two or three hours, prob ably. Good night" "Good night, sir, and a pleasant awtk' ening!" Iii the year 1870 the city, above Sixtieth street, was thinly settled. Upper stead pt detracting from it. There was nothing in*tbe houwJ that did not belong Fifth avenue, yvvth the park an one side and ** yrkste «f vtorat blocfee "dn (the) other, was "like a country fo&d. TM were irregular hollows, sometimes with stagnant water in them, or rocky hill- Jvin the ordinary ,\*rt*»jljeing the of hra thoughts, Harry Trent walked to his club, only a few blocks off, where he temporarily had rooms, and took dinner there with two of three friends, one of whom was his chief clerk. The latter afterward drank coffee with him in the smoking room. At about eight o'clock Trent left the club without saying where he was going, and he did not come back that night. "I dont understand at all!" exclaimed KeppeL "But 1 suspect you have made some everlasting blunder. I've nothing to conceal from these ladies or from anybody. What do you want? Speak out!" v With the dawn of the next day came snow, covering the roof of the new boose and the stone steps of the entrance aru) the vacant avenue. Sergeant Simfeon aroused himself be time, and having filled a coal scuttle with coal mounted the stairs to the door of the library, which communicated' with the chamber in which Harry Trent was to have slept. The library door was ajar and the sergeant was surprised to see the light of the gas within still burning. Had the master fallen asleep in his chair? He• knocked softly, and then there being no response he ventured to push "open the door and enter..i-v . The gaslight falling on the broad table that stood near the fireplace cast a shadow over the hearth rug, so that the sergeant did not at first see wha,t lay there. He noticed tbfet the last embers were expiring in the grate, but as he stepped round the corner of the table he started, and the coal scuttle fell from his hand with a crash. Stretched out on the, rug, but in an oddly constrained position, lay the form of Harry Trent. The noise of the falling scuttle did not rouse him; indeed, the sergeant, with the practiced eye of a soklier, had perceived in a moment that he was. .dead. But he thought that the man had ikied from a stroke of the heart or of apoplexy. He was not prepared for the further revelation, and as he realized it a groan ol horror burst from him. tastes and accomplishments. His house was l#1 .ip paoring hitapo amall compliment to say so. A man's interior is not always so cofnely an object of contemplation. Yon might discover, indeed, here and there, a picture, a statue, a sweep of drapery or a passage of color that indicated Regions in'tha designer's nature of a somewhat sumptuous, sensuous or voluptuous tendency; but thejr were never obtrusive, never Q&t of due subordination to the rest, and were after all only what would be expected from a man of his artistic and generous temperament.But what was Harry Trent going to do with his new home? He w&s.going , to tivein it, doubtless; but did he mean tolivealone? This queatioahad latterly thrown a good many charming women into a meditative frame of mind. It wm known; of course, that Harry Trent had been married; but that Was in his youth;! his wife had died Within ayear(and had left him childless. There was nothing,' then, in thfe hiS' marryihg again,' an® upon otherjgTotmds such an event was probable1. Tqt} tfa has already been Intimated was' still to all intents and purposes a'.yoQQg nym. s Tjuit quality in him,that led t« hi*  Trent, instead of Mr. Trent, or Sewy, may serve to cwnvey onemeaning., lie was still ih the swim; be was not on the retired 01* retiring Hst; be was modern and afitiv6,notfosBilftedand antiquated. Men younger in ' yeiri, tliaif h'e had not half elasticity, »U{J 'vijt£$t£. Hekegt jwce with the times au4 lobbed ahead rather than backward Morpavftr, lje was fond of society and constantly, in . it, and al man more liked by women could not be -found.1 ft was not that be dazeled them with his own brilMancy, but'he made them brilliant; he' dreW from them the best that' was Jn ahd eft chanted thein with themselves. 1 tefritrti  familiarite;", Harry Trent had the ncj less terrible gift of sympathy—magnetic sympathy (to employ' once 'agalh thai abused adjective). There yeas a vigorous, masculine fiber, jn him never fails to attract the other TheyXelt that he understood them and coukl manage tbewj-D-conld do the thing they wished to kavfe" done." whatever it might be! This; bf course, tt n6t 4ufte the same as saying that 'the American Oastellani" (as he was sometimes styled} was agoan whom women coold- afford to ixpst There were stories about - hitn—never fairly ■■ authenticated, \ however — that polhted to a different conclusion! 'If we give ear to the gossip of the world, who would escape? .flarty.Trenf was a man pf.ttie ,-vorld, wa§ a highly Cultured, a fastidious man. intrigues would not in his way; on the other hand, he made no profession of saintship; he w£nt tCf churtfh. and was priTately charitable; for the rest, you moat take Wm for -What he appeared, and he was taken for an uncommonly fine MIow. But to return1 to the marriage question The ppinidn'|(ained ground that Harry Trent contemplated matrimony, though no seer was found bold enough to point otifc1 the p&faldtt££'woman who ' W* to etrjO'y the fortune of being made his wife. Some fancied C4t Blight be the handsome New Orleans widow, Sally Matohin, who, was known to have been on terms of cordial friendship with him for many year?, and at whose house }ja West Eighteenth street he ofteq P. But experienced critics objected , bad she been the destined bride, Sha would have become Mrs. Trent long ago—the acquaintance was aow too eld to isBue in that manner. A few enterprising Hj(MtS 'threw oM Suggestions looking toward Olympia Raven, a beautiful girl *Df eighteen, and a cousin of Harryfc by awriage. But Olympia was really too young, even for Harry, and, besides, he had quietly made known his intention of inviting her and her mother to come and live With him—which, it was agreed, he Woilld scarcely have done had he meant to Wed her; nor would he have settled an income of eight thousand a year on the mdther and daughter had he looked forward to becoming the ocks, adorned with an occasional board shanty; but there was no promise of the array of palaces that look down upoq the people's pleasure ground today. When, therefore, the year previous, Harry Trent had laid the foundations of his new house, half a mile or more beyond civilized limits, he was called a clever fellow or a fool, according to the temperament of the critic. Conservatives propesied that he would remain in lonely grandeur for twenty or thirty years to come, while optimists declared that he showed even more than his usual shrewdness in securing betimes a site which, Inter, was sure to fetch four or five times its present value. Harry Trent himself said little, but went on with his (railding. He was certainly no fool in a genera] way of speaking. He was between fifty \ and sixty years of age, and his hair was white; but then it had been white since his youth, and his face looked fresh and young. In figure he was above middle height, graceful and well built His "Just as you please, Mr. Darke," said the other, drawing a paper from his pocket. "I have a warrant here for your arrest." Let us follow him ourselves. A recent spell of warm weather has melted the snow from the streets, but now it has fallen clear and cold again. The dry, bracing air tingles in the nostrils. Harry Trent throws away his cigar and fills his lungs with the frosty distillation of the stars; then he buttons his coat across his chest and steps out at a sturdy paoe. His white hair glistens like silver beneath the rim of his silk hat; his ruddy, kindly, handsome faca, with its aquiline nose, blue eyes and well set lips, is alternately revealed and shadowed as he approaches and passes the street lamps. At the corner of Twenty-sixth street and Fifth avenue, where the up town Delmonico's now stands, he halts and seems to deliberate."Dear me!" ejaculated Mrs. Raven. •'Olympia, we really must"  Keppel lifted his chin and laughed. 'My arrest!" he repeated. "You have como to the wrong place. I owe nobody anything. You owe me an apology f "This isn't an action for debt, Mr. Darke," returned the stranger gravely. "It's a serious thing, sir; couldn't well be more so." You're acquainted vrith Mr. Harry Trent/aren't you?" j -i • ' . » 'Seen him lately, haven't you?' '1 saw him last night at his new house. What of it?" D 'Yes." A gentleman sitting on one of the Ctoaj seats with his back to them now rose with an amused expression, saying: This situationK familiar iu fiction and not unknown in real life, continued until the epoch of our story. The portrait, born of the iove tDf art and nourished by human love, was all but completed. Darke "had never declared himself, but he believed that should he do so he would have a chance. Finally, with the Upt gating aqd a possible cessation of their ' intercourse in prospect, he felt that tiow driWrtr he irtust takG a step. In the . ordinity Americail course, of things he should have addressed tymself in the first instance to Olympia' herself. But his' grids'counseled, faim to make an attack upon1 ther guardians; that is, upon Mrs. Raven juid EJarry Trent As regarded the former, however, he reflected that she was a persibn of feeble character, 'dominated both by her daughter and , tDy TfWDt, aud tha* fshejvpuld be sure, if approached, to refer the suitor to that gentleman. To Trent, therefore, he decided to betake himself. ' If Trent acquiesced ;thfD postage of, the affair would be and.Darke not be reasonably obnoxiods to5 the fortune hunting Charge. ,n" •C••• !•* 1 e Tho stranger fixed his eyes upoij b|m.' 'Mr. Trent was found dead in his studyi this morning," lie said, Epeafcing slowly, j "There Was a knife through hifl heart—a Japanese dagger a, carved handle. And it is my duty to arrest yon on buspitJion of murdering him.* ' I uarxe closed his lips, and his chest; heaved. His face, after a moment's paj-i lor, flashed red. The officer watched hint narrowly, and now a second tjfficer appeared in the doorway, in the fear of' the studio Mrs, Haven had dropped into a chair and emitting hysteric  Darke slowly"thnied until- his eyes rested upon Olympia, who had remained moj tionless and mute. , . ,;j ,y j "Do you believe it?" he said to tier. "J 'No!" she'Unswered ifi a  voice, drawing in her breath. m. C« j • "Then no matter for the, rest, I am innocent, your mother homp." She came forward With Kef-arms outstretched, Iwt 'Vie waved.his hand. M.i "No, no; we're not so bad as that," and surrendered his seat, whereupon his vis-a-vis succumbed ruefully to moral suasion and Rave up his. When the girls, with smiling thanks, were seated, the southerner winked merrily at her friend and said: A beggar creeps up and mumbles a petition. Harry looks at him a moment and then draws off his glove to give him quarter. A woman walks by him, lingers and turns to pass him again. Harry says, "Take care, my child; there's a policeman round the cornerf' A hack driver draws up at the curb and touches his hat Harry hesitates. There were no elevated roadsin those days; but finally he shakes his head and continues his walk up the avenue. "If you nawthin gyuls understood managing yah men they'd behave bettah. The iron hand in the velvet glove; that's a south'en woman's fo'te."—New York Herald. i . .. manners were exquisitely suave and courteous, and had a polish not exactly American. In fact he had lived many years abroad, and was received in the best English and French society. He was a personal acquaintance of the late Emperor Napoleon HI, and was said to belong to the Prince of WaW set. But though cosmopolitan in his way of life he was a good American in his political and social opinions. It was his business N The ThleP» Tracks. A giant thief who was compelled to cross a bed of clay was observed carefully covering up his tracks with sand from a bag which he carried for the purpose. From the back of the neck, a little to the left, protruded the hilt of. a knife or dagger, curiously carved. The rug waa soaked with blood. Harry Trent had not died a natural death, nor had ha slain himself. He had been murdered. ! * It will do me good to foot it," he says to himself. "What's a couple of miles!" "Why do you that?" he was asked by an officer who was hiding near by. "Because," he answered, "1 scorn the cheap notoriety of present detection, caring only for posthumous fame." that took him abroad. Softened light comes through the curtained windows on either side of the street; carriages rumble up and down over the uneven pavement, ever and anon pausing to set down their occupants at a carpeted doorway. AtThirtypixth street Harry pauses again, and before his mind rises the picture of the young Olympia, a figure of youth, health and arch intelligence, whq is even now, perhaps, thinking of him, only a few doors away." Shall he go in and pass the evening there? He nearly yields to the suggestion, and takes a step or two iij that direction. But no! he had promised himself something different; he will see Olympia tomorrow. He turns again and resumes his walk. Yet Olympia was really thinking of him at that moment, and tomorrow-—welL Tomorrow .sometimes means never. .V £.*, Stretched owl on Oif rua ■ "- wmo' nd w CHAPTER IL REPPSL 1)AEKB, , Twenty centuries afterward, when some degenerate workmen of the period where excavating for the penitentiary which with great propriety was to be erected on the spot, they found his tracks, the sand having and the clay hardened to stone. —SarJFrancisco Examiner. |i |_j| |f7" | T rtnirifler ft po n* "Not while I am suspected," he saidj 'It won't lasi, lpugi This oomes jit a strange time, but I'm glad we underf stand each other." ' * At httlfc-poKt ten. o'clock on the morning of the twenty-sixth of February the studio bell rang and Olympia arid her ipothqf entered, Keppel t)a,rke rpse from the sofji on which he had been lying and 'fetiD6d' befbre tnem. -Hfa fade waspale, • hii* hair disheveled ;rad liii etyes dry and i ihe{nsy,, exjjpessflipq gloomy and distressed. . Owing to 'of sleep, a palnftil etaotfori'or some othefcamse, he ■seemed dazed and hardly to know" what he waft about ,, He replied to Olympiad cheerful greeting only with a troubled stare and an inarticulate mnininr.' A Remedy for Butt, "Oh, it's an outrage!" shef cried.patsr striking. her  "You suspected of murder, a on murder!- ing him! Efe rieVer did itf sne \Venton, addressing the Officer.-1 "You haweino right to anest hin». 1 lovp.himV,'. ,, "My orders,,miss," the officer replied with a sigh, producing a' p&ir of handcuffs from his pocket.'""We hope it'll come out all right, of coursQ. But the formalities has got to be gone, through with. Hold out your "hands,1 if D*6u To get rid of croton bugs take an ordinary paper bag, such as flour comes in, and bait it with almost anything from cold hominy to potato skins. Lay t-be bag on its side, and in a few minutes the bugs will begin to flock into it in great numbers. When you think it is about half full approach the bag noiselessly, aa though drawing up on a flock of canvas 1 jacks, quickly tip the bag into a standing position, dravr the top together and thrust the bag into the kitchen range.— Detroit Free Press. Mr. Yauderbilt will have one of the must au,d if not Mtk ' most extensive, .expensive and beautifujl. lioiiie i n't he Hvdrld  One' reason:»i hnwe .Hot yat flniahed tip jrny.phvce thfit.l, wuuj to,soe wljat 1 George does, and thus get the advantage i of nis He dbe's not ihlnd that, helsaya"-His house,will be bigger .tb+ujUbPllie fiLuijtftr.'s , . J-aranjie1 city, and will have hot and cold w^terj and gas iiieveiK'tofeiri. 1,1 " '°'t Thfe eferVMits prill' occupy room* bnturely mvurt.firQip fcha Japiiljr..  derbilt will keep help the yedr round. He has set out his alrfeady, hhd yesterday ordered a span of horseradish plants. i,:i A railroad .ruuuiug from JJiltmore, on tho vwiaiu Ows, ttf.Jfo. pfaae' ia owneCl by him. and is used solely for conveying bmlcKti% rn'fttferial attd salaries to the imen. vifc Is called the Vanderbilt I syatenj. Twepty pet month is the stim paid pt present to men1 Workiug bh ' tnfc' aside ftorsx . th®& who are bntldiag. And ye* my grounds, op., presept, • I think, a more cheerful appearance | than his'ri'does. 'I'bftfch tell him !that I when our!felki aw, einsing.out their wjiite- clothes . ip th$ second, water. *nd | placing lhy new parboiled shirts on the | lawn to bleach, I know of no landscape who can to getstJch effecto as wp do.' . mi hmIik C •» ,ull of lives pf the Younger brothers *nti Novels or a highly hectic shade, left v work in the ol'.l lap which I jndged bjr the tiiie was the biography qi a mau nauieyi Uumuron, Dy some rising author naiiied Boccaccio. The old gentleman glan d at it a while, and then, he said: 5'Young man, I do not care for that book. Remove it at ouca. If is nbt such a book as I would care to read on a train -or anywhere else. Tho print is too small." , , fie jood family,„ - tathei om1 left him a property sufficient tq r» Heve trim from the neceseityof work Bat Harry Trent had not an idle bone jn ' his tody, and he had no sooner completed liia university career than he gave proof of his activity. Instead of tanug up a profession, however, or cultivating the fine arts—aa his fine taste and organization might have led you to suppose he would—he directed liis energies to trade. *$ettiSfe W few * » OMr'a i pffice, to }paru fhq meaning of finance, - hs'renteda place up town and appeared before a startled community as adia: - mood merchant. ' *,Va After all, If one must follow a trade, there are few articles of commerce more No sttch Reflection disturbs Harry Trent The exercise has warmed his blood, and his heart is light The constant auccess of his life has had its effect upon him. He does not believe that misfprtnne can overtake him. Mortal man seldom or never lives to Harry's age Without having (lone something that he ought not to have done. Yet he has done much good in the world. His reputation among his fellows js untarnish-d. Jf he have enemies they have not declared themselves. Bat has he an enemy? At any rate, be fears none. Like other fortunate men, he has faith in his star; like them, too, he forgets the legend of Croesus."I aiii afraid Mr. Darke is not well, my dear,*" saifl Mrs. Raven in an undertone. In fact, the good lady thought he had tH«n acting as young men will sometimes act during the night and was not yet sober. please, sir." He Had Nerve. "There is no need .of ,thqse," ,#$id Darke, with pn involuntary . "1 shall not try to escape. It is as iritlch my interest to'go as yours to take tee:" Oue of our citizens went to considerable expense recently to appear in a dress suit at a ball at the opera house. Of course h» was anxious to appear in the grand march, for there was where he could sport himself. He arrived at tbo hall, however, just as the march was over. Nothing daunted he walked up to the management and requested them to have it over again.—Belfast (Me.) Age. "Gome, sir, we're wasting exclaimed the other sharply. "Here, Tom!* The Second officer came Forward; In a moment the handcuffs were ton Darke's wrists.. for today," he added, "and 1 call, it a good job! You'll go before the grand .jury this week, and in ten days We'll have you'indicted, if they don't Jet you .off! .Step Qut, sir., Good, .day. ladiep." t , And Olympia, standing horror stricken, saw hef lover hurried from tlief room. On the morning- of the Trent tragedV, at about eight o'clock, Olympia Raven awoko from "the sleep of health and inno- "Is anything the matter?" demanded Olympia, coming forward to shake hanfo with him, unsuspicious of evil, at once smiling and sympathetic. "You do look pretty bad! Have you a headache?' oence and remembered that she Tjad an appointment at half-past ten. " " h '' A half smile of meditative satisfaction moved her lips and dimpled her cheeks at the thought. Apparently the appointment was not an unpleasant one. For that matter, there had thus far been veryfew disagreeable experiences in this young lady's career. Her father hid dield before she was old enough to, comprehend the bereavement. For a time she »nd her mother had been poor, hut their wealthy Cousin Harry had come generously to their assistance and had placed them beyond the reach of poverty. Olympia had been an attractive child and she grew up to be a beautiful girl. She had more than usual intelligence; and education (in the conventional sense) was little more than a pastime to her. Their Cousin Harry, who, having no Children ofhiSown, had ideas as to how children 0tight to bo brought up, put her in the way of (Jetting sound training. She was of a spiritualistic, mystical temperament, and possessed perceptions and susceptibilities unknown to the generality. But she was of a wholesome constitution, and had seldom been in poor health. ' trtiar Tt Needed. D • 'One of themenibers of the distinguished Washburn family gave the writer the following anecdote of his boyhood mem- I ory. 'The town where he resided, in Maine, near the sea coast, was one of nijany communities inhabited by men of across between farmers and skippers, therefore not fdlly proficient in either calling. Their lanrfy naturally of thin was also The minister of a neighboring town, coming to exchange with the pastor, was joined by '6fcieofthe deacons on his walk to the meeting house* and, as thpre was something of a drought, was asked by the deacon to pray for rain. At the fitting place in his service the minister uttered himsfelf as follows: "O Lord, thy servant is asked by this people to pray for rain, and lie does so. But thou knowest, '0 Lord, that what this soil needs ia dreesin'."—Atlantic Monthly. He did not seem to see her outstretched hand. "Nothing is the matter," he said, clearing his throat. "I've had a bad night. I mean, Tve had bad news. I can't go with the.£ortrait this morning," "Olympia, 1 tning we had better go,"' said Mrs. Raven apprehensively. Speaking of snow and snowballing, the Boston street boy is not like his New York rival. Perhaps this is because Boston is not so old in young things. It is as much as a man's life is worth to walk through the common in Boston after the first good fall of snow. Policemen there are specially popular targets. The boys outside the common snowball the policemen on tho common, for the park officers cannot arrest these urchins ontside of the common. Just so the boys who are on the common fire volley after 'volley of molded snow and ice at the blue coated policemen of the regular force, who cannot chase their persecutors into or through the common. When the regular policemen are getting their dose their brothers of the common grin at them satirically and vice versa. Boston people, by the way. are a little bit proud of their youthful rebels vrho make merry with the police of both departments by turns. They profess to see iu this the tame spirit that made the youngsters in Gage's tune snowball the dignified British soldier on exactly the same spot.—New Vork Tribnnn Not a Physical Imposilhlllty. Aleck—Good heavens! Cant that fellow hold his tongue? C Boys the Same as 100 Tears Ago. • agreeable to deal in than diamond*. They are beautiful to look at, profitable; 4 jft-imiu. and Dtkev stimulate: th& imagination. Tb? cFdfatflOT^^re' tunang the most fascinating of the * world's •tones. The spell woven by: A thne stonefl is mysterious; it differs from5 the vulgar craving for money. The living, changing, intangible spirit in them i&hrea foreyfer fhose wbp fcave once yielded to it. Its glory seems unearthly, „ far it is Ulca nothing else of earth; yet OD9 Would scarce venture to call it heavenly. It gleams most brilliantly from the midst of human blood and crime ami v: The diamond necklace sparkles like a rivet of flowing light on a woman's boeom; but on that river the soula By this time he has passed beyond th« most thickly settled portion pf fashionable New York; the ramble of carriages is less frequent, and there are gape between the houses. Foot passengers are few. His steady footsteps are echoed distinctly from the frozen pavement. His shadow only attends him he walks, now lengthening behind, now slipping beneath his feet and starting out ahead of him. Darker shadows gather in the side streets. As he reaches the park something seems to detach itself from the duskiness on the left and move forward to where a broken boarding bespread with a gandy placard announcing the appearance of a favorite actress in the tragic drama of "Leah" provides a convenient screen. Harry Trent passes steadily on and the shadow follows him. "But Cousin Harry's birthday is day after exclaimed Ojj^mpia. «Ah«D.ttdv»»c&d «fcD mnove th«« weilithat jbnpgnbaftira itj ;tiuUAm « Cti wrf (to be ooimsuBn) Domrntfc 1'eaoe. Policeman (excitedly (to boy ou the outsidtj) — What's going on , ic there, Johnuy? Having a Wjir dance with all the neighbors On the square?' ! Johnny (composedly)—Nope. Only mam; insistin' on dad spendii}'  in's at home.—Washington Post. i*tergepttdjh«i; fFtoJ ... u it 'tfpfclte* D&rke, wave- 'illJ i Mr, -Vunderbill), ja ,ve*y poplar here, especially on Saturday eveuings; but he is nbt lovefl Jitdrto fctr liis vast wealth. Here, as vo ytaten Island or in the city, lie i» kuvwp as »j;qui«W thorough gentleman and scholar, as well as a'godd judgtf\Jf tJbe'l&ttW whiles tirade here - in th« Mowrttam ftistaeases ol the state out f»reals, pf Carylitiii, and used to shorten the long stag6 Waits foArldriy sb pafnftil"#heTi the governors ■ of the two were tjhrow toget|ifir,i Mll ,li( ,, j The richest pf gold mines known, prior to the acquisition ' A Wonderful Care. Carker (calling on —Mercjr! What's that frightful shouting upataiH? Servant—That's Mr. Barker, sir. -f Darker—Why, I thought he had lost his voice. , „ . | t 4,i, Servant —He had, sir; but he lias jqsl Onr Se*"vant*. Mistress—Jean, I am getting lired ol f6xtr Carelessness. Just look at all that dust on the furniture; it has been lying there six months at the least. of both man and woman are hurried to death. The hollow of an infant's hand may hold a gem able to raise an army or ii & our invincible love of be«nthat gives it its value, yet all evil jflVgly paafiiotaa nro Its foster children. Me Jwe- taki »Y Wik»frJN»s Aw'* we Mix tLUml nnl jwxuOk . ''/?hfaI bpgJyaurj Diirdon for bejng a Tool,' reiurnei tThearfiM, ina?iiseCi&ent- Km Hit Mim* Olympia sUx$MfAtif1 'A' "I ■Wifl'tMl absurd!" she remarked, at length;'feh4"tarna& *•»»-.«*»« i,„i received tho doctor's bill.—Pack. And now, at length, the goal of the little journey is in sight There stands the new house, solid and shapely on its strong foundations, built to last and to be the abode of prosperity and happiness. As Harry Trent approaches it he A Haln Definition. "What is life?" asked the te'acher jf tho class in mordl ethics. ■ 1 "The absence of death," aunouiicod a scholar from the natural philupvp iv sad it qtood. Waptyngton (star, . . Valet , (on his dignity)'—Then it isn't ,mC? as is to lilame, for madaine knows yety well that I have only had the honoi of being in h^r1 service for the last thre« months.— Le Petit Pansien. a  Joe—No reason why he shouldn't. Hi* month is big enough to get both hand* in, if necessary.—Kate Field's Washington. , She was very frsid of Cousin Hatry, and he was so young in hiis waya and spirit and entered into her thoughts and point of view so easily that she regarded