Pittston Gazette

              ° r Oldest id the Wyoming Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNU CO., PA., FRIDAY. O "i'OBER 2, 1891. A Weedy Local and Family journal The Power of Lot*. to suiter from hunger Is worse. We cannot starve, that's certain." there, but I felt so hurt that I couid hardly keep back tho tears, and when I got out of sight I broke down and had a long cry. Oh, how I wish old Mr. Markham was like—like—" mohtgage-ridden land, and a dozen farm animals, none of which were very choice. able one. Tim two taiked a groat deal a-3 they went down, about one thing and another, but neither of them hinted at the matter about which they were making the trip. They grew quite cheerful after they had been out awhile, owing, no doubt, to the fresh air and change of scenery. The world Is so chantred Kince I knew berl per cen dollars : id ei"!-1 dollars per teen BUNCOMBE'S SOCIAL STIH She says that if the rain continues a week or t\v.i isiore everything will be floating, pussiLly inclu/iug the Asheville street ini proven: r;Dt Miss Dryfoogle is quite a sprinter and athlete. Mr Herbert Dangerfield, of Grand street, who was iiere this summer eight dollars' worth, saya that hc.r arm is as hard and nnyielding a9 the track of a dictionary Vet she has an air of good breeding about her. and travels with her own soap wherever she goes. Miss Maizie Vermuth, of Avenue Af, New York city, i3 also here stopping at the Mean Temperature House, She is a blond, with soft and slightly inflamed eyes. Her father is very wealthy, she says, and a policeman also. She is a great reader, she says, and takes The Century every month while here. She gets it oftener while in New York. She is a graceful dancer, and loves to be swung twice around in the square dances by a pure man. A Wija Precuutlou. The sky is a tenderer blue. The wood thrush stnD;* sweeter and truer— Yea. all the wide world is made Dew. Just then a woman appeared in the doorway. She was a wan, sad-faced creature, plainly a victim to overwork and worry. Her once beautiful face was furrowed with deep lines of care, and her waving brown locks were prematurely streaked with gray. The fire year for c lars in all. fcr t wo hr hundred rv. —iwi-.ity-slx doli give i's your note .1 we pay you one One of the lower windows of a house on Atlantic avenue, Brooklyn, occupied by a colored family, has an old fish net tacked across it, and a pedestrian had halted to look at it, when awomancama to the door and asked: So, disinherited and disowned, John and Mary Green went to work on their ;own responsibility and for a time succeeded remarkably well. They brought their little home up to a point of marvelous perfection, and had a neat sum in bank to which they were regularly making additions. They were contented, and even happy, in spite of the fact ithat they were strangers to their parents.The breezes that blow trom the clover And kiss all the flowers on the way, Are whispering over and over A name that is sweeter than they. "Like who?" Jclin Green asked, NOTES PICKED UP HERE AND THERE "Like—like you, pa," said the girl, only too plainly terminating her speech in a way totally different from what she had originally intended. John re- BV ESILl NYE P®--- '• fifty?" i ii f t ie other O love, thou nas»t fettered and bound me; 1 ne'er shall be heart free a (fit a. Vet life flows like music around me. And flow'rs are the links of my chain. -James Buck ham. Arriving at the town, which, by the way, was called Paradise Park, though there was nothing resembling a park within a hundred miles of it, and it is safe to presume that it bore little enough resemblance to paradise, with its one street and four or five shackling old board buildings half buried in the sand and alkali drifts—arriving at this young metropolis of the west, John Green and his wife had little difficulty in finding Solomon Seraggs' office, for it was the most prominent building in the place, being post office, printing office and real estate and loan office all in one and all under the control and guidance of Seraggs. Some of llmicom?Dc'« Slim Prom Incur So "What yo* all lookin at now?" "1 was looking at that window madam," lie replied- is l:rD t b:ic' :is a premium." cietjr Chaser* Wlio Will Ho i'ruuU aud Young as Louise was she was in love with Paul Markham, and she blushed at the mention of his name, and for fear of betraying herself avoided it as much as possible. "Great God, m ra. C1 i you want me to take one hundred ami iiiiy dollars and pay you seventy-eight dollars for the use of it three years, and then at the end of three years pay you two hundred? Is thr.t v. hat you mean?" Pleased to Read (lie Accompany ins Notice* About Them*elven. "What's de matter wid dat winder?" "Yon don't imagine that you can keep the mosquitoes out with that fish net. do you?' Tired .Mothers. But by and by reverses came. First, Mary took with a fever and for weeks lay in the edge of death's shadow. Then, after she recovered, John lost his position on account of the house with which he was connected failing. Months of idleness followed, for there was a business crash in the land and employment was hard to obtain, with an army of suddenly-discharged employes tramping the streets of every town and village in search of work. ICopjrriitbt, I MM. ii y Edgar W. Nye.| Craig-y-Nos. Buncombe Co., N. 0.,) A little elbow leans iijmn your knee. Your tired knee, that has bo much to bear; A child's dear eyes are looking lovingly September, 1891 Shtf did not tell her parents how Paul, having overheard her interview with his father, had followed her away from the store, and came to her out on the prairie whore she stopped to cry; nor how he had spoken such consoling anjl sheering words, and, better still, offered to loan her a portion of his small sum of money. She had accepted his kind words thankfully and declined his prof-| ered loan with equal gratefulness, and she felt that she had done perfectly right, so there was no harm in keeping her own counsel. . "Yes, if you wish to put it in that way." The following society notes regarding the summer movements of people in our get may be of interest to onr many readera, and if published will be regarded as a special favor by those parties whose names have been surreptitiously sent in to me: "No, Bah. De 'skeeters doan duu bodder us in dis house, but we doan' want nobody's chickens fjyin in yere * git up a quarrel."—New York Even From underneath a thatch of shining hair Perhaps you do not heed the velvet touch Of warm, moist tinkers, folding yours so tight. "And you call that easy terms?" You do not prize this blessing overmuch- You almost are too tired to pray, tonight! "Can you any that are easier?" Seraggs answered, with provoking calmness. World. Taken from Life. But it if blessedness) A year ago I did not see it as I do today. We are so dull and thankless; and too slow To catch the sunshine e'er it slips away. And now it seems surpassing strange to me. That while I wore the badge of motherhood, i did not kiss more oft and tenderly The little child that brought me only goodl Green made no reply but sank back in his- chair perfectly dumfounded, arid sat there staring at the agent ill blank wonder. Seraggs waited some timj, then turning about said, care lessly: Mr. A. Wetmore Ruinsey is back from Bar Harbor, whither he has been valeting for Mr. De Fuyster Packenham, of Cook county. Ills. Mr Humsey does not know whether he will return to Bar Harbor again this season or not. Much, he says, will depend upon how Mr. De Fuyster Packenham feels abont it. The little store in the bank began to melt away, but to make short work of that the bank failed. Then John, disiheartened and worn out, fell sick, and for months was unable to leave the house. In this condition they began to feel the effects of want, and having no other means of raising money to live on, they gave a mortgage on their home. lOther sickness and other misfortunes 'followed, so that John was never able [to release the debt on his home, and in time, when the interest had eaten in Mr. Scraggs was in his office when the Crecns entered, but being deeply engaged at the time in writing an editorial for his paper, the Western Breeze, on the multifarious advantages in coming to western Kansas to live and invest capital, John had to wait somo time before he had an opportunity of stating his buslne*;. In the meantime he had a chance to take a survey of the office r.nd to observe the wonderful cars of corn and stalks of millet and wheat and oats that hung against the tvalls as samples of the products of the surrounding country. He was still gazing upon theso magnificent specimens when Mr. Scraggs brought his "able editorial" to a finish and whirling about in his chair caught John in the act. Instantly a smile lighted up the agent's face, and rubbing his hands together, he said: "Those are not so Miss Lulu Smathers, of Clan-na-gael, Ills., is here temporarily for the climate. She came here with hay fever and a shawlstrap for the summer. She has been taken for Ella Wheeler Wilcox, but was released soon afterward on her own recognizance. Miss Smathers is the author of "How to Keep Our Grandparents at Home of Evenings" and other works. She paints also. She has done in oils a view of Pisgah and the Kat looking toward the postoffice. It is a great work. Quite a number of people who saw it readily pointed out which was the Rat and which was the Pisgah, thus showing that she is a master of her art. Monroe Stivers, who came along while she was working, told her that he knew what would take that all off and leave her canvass as clean as a whistle. She then sat her reversible spitz dog on him, and he is now seen occasionally in the woods, running swiftly here and there, frothing at the month ami biting the cows. Hydrophobia lias also shown itself in Asheville lately and eighteen valuable dogs belonging to one man have lost their lives .Miss Smathers is a petite girl with bright, piercing elbows and rosebnd month. 11t father is a vinter and makes the celebrated Peoria Plum Duff cooking whisky for man and beast She is a good horsewoman and takes care of her father's team entirely when at home She is a graceful rider, and her only fault in getting the rise in the saddle is. according to our best rules, that when she hits the saddle she does not grunt at the same time the horso does "Do you want the loan?" And If some night when you sit down to rest. Yoo miss this elbow from your tired knee; This rest less, curling bead from off your breast, This lisping tongue that chattem constantly, If from vour own the dimpled hand bail slipped. "Well," said John, breaking a long pause, "Markham has shown what Sort of man he is. It was bad enough to deny us a little favor after all the money have spent with him, and he might have spared himself the trouble of adding insult to injury. Because we have had misfortunes and are poor it does not follow that every one has a right to speak of ns as paupers. To-morrow we shall have money with which to buy goods, and not a dollar of it goes to Markham—not one cent of it." 5. I t want to be robbed," "and you offer to do Green replied. "MARY, YOU ABE WORIiYlSQ Y'OL'BSEU nothing els Seraggs drew out the drawer and began replacing the papers in bis desk. A art ne'er would nestle In yoartDalm-«8&hi. d the white feet into their tjrave had tripped, 1 could not blame yon for Four heartache then! SICK." of life was gone from her eyes, leaving A pair of listless orbs that told all too. plainly their story of misery and suffering'. There was no trace of a smile lurking about the thin, compressed lips that had once bjfa rosy with health and haopiness. Slftwas a perfect example of mental and physical debility—a living result of hard tinges and "man's inhumanity to man." She was dying, inch by inch, of worry, want and work. "It don't - matter to me," he said, "whether you asaspt the accommodation or not. There's plenty of calls for the money, so we arc none the worse oil if you don't take it." I wonder so tnat mothers ever fret At little children clinging to their gown. Or that the fCxDtprinUt. when the days are wet. Are ever black enough to make them frowul II1 could ttnd a little muddy boot. Or rap, or jacket, on my chamber floor; 111 could kiss a ray. restless foot. And hear it* music in my home once more. Then John and Mary, with their child who had been born to them the , first year after their marriage, collected 'together the small possessions that were left them and joined the swarm of eastern people who were on their way to Kansas to take up claims and make homes on the great western prairies. i deeply, the place was sold. "•Accommodation," Green repeated. "Is that what you call it?" "Yes." PRHTARFJ) FOK THE WURST. —Life. Having delivered himself thus John Green hastened to drop the subject and talce iid one more pleasant, and for an nour lie ana His wife talked aDout the future, drawing pictures of prosperous days and happy situations, as though good times and prosperity were assured facts. No doubt the full intention of each was to delude the other, and, however well they succeeded, each retired to bed that night feeling that the game had been productive of much good, since both made a pretense of being greatly relieved. A Quartet of Comicalities. "I have heard robbery called a good matij- things in my time, but I never beard it called that before." Nine tailors, it is said, will make a man. Whoever started this sentence ought to have finished. They will make a man a pauper.—Texas Siftings. If I could mend a broken cart today. Tomorrow make a kite to reach the sky. There is no woman In God's world could say She was more blissfully content than I. Bat. ah! the dainty pillow next my own Is never rumpled by shining head. Uy singing birdling from its nest is flown- The little boy 1 used to kiss is deadl May Riley Smith. John Green glanced up when his wife appeared in the doorway, and motioning her to a seat beside him attempted to assume a less melancholy air as he •aid: Scraggs smiled complacently as ho finished placing1 the papers and closed and locked the drawer, lie was in the position of a- man having all the advantages, for lie had the only money there was to loan in all that section and he knew the people were compelled trD have it, and, let them grumble and talk as they would, they must sooner or later eome to his terms and accept them as a favor. So he could afford to f.tnile with the complacency of an,angel as ho listened to Green's words. Lie knew well enough thut. Green would be glad to get the money on any terms, so it was not neccssary for him to use any argument or Wiista time or breath in the matter. With calm indifference he turned hio attention to some other affair, totally ignoring John Green's presence. bad, arc they?" Some one says "poets are declining;" this is evidently a mistake. Every poet will tell you that it is the editors who are declining.—Richmond Recorder. They went away out near the west line of the state before they were able i to find any government land that had not been "granted" to some railroad company or other corporation, or had not been leased to some cattle king, whose right to make a fortune off pub-; ,lic land must be considered and pro-, tected no matter what became of the', John recalled his gaze from the samples and, fixing it upon Mr. Scraggs, replied:"Mary, you are worrying yourself sick again, and you ought not do it. Yott must look on the brighter side of things, wife, and never lose hope." "No, they are not bad." The woman you would call a poem id not the woman you would call in the morning to kindle the breakfast fire and fry the slapjacks.—Richmond Recorder. "I should say not," Scraggs went on; "not bad for a new country cursed with drought, hot winds, grasshoppers and all that sort of thing. Ila! ha! They tell terrible stories about this country, and try powerful hard to scare people away from here, but it won't work. We've got the «oil, and we've got the seasons, and so long as we can produce such stuff as you see there, we're all right. I tell you, sir, there ain't a more productive spot nowhere on earth than you find right here in this county. And yet land's cheap here. Away down cheap. I can sell you as good land as ever lay out door for fifteen dollars an acre. It's the farm, too, that that corn The Model American Girl. A practical, plain young girl; Not-afraid-of-the-rain young girl; A poetical posy. A ruddy and rosy. A helper-of -self young girL "John, it is useless for us to try to disguise our feelings any longer," Mary replied. "We know and understand eaeh other too well for that, and we know that there is nothing on earth for us to hope for. I have all along affected a cheerfulness I did not feel, because I thought it helped to lighten, your burdens a little, but now we perfectly understand each other, and to dissemble longer is folly. I know what you suffer, John, for I have seen it from the first, and I know that there is. no hope in your heart." Miss Ooudert Veazy is nndonfrtHilly the belle of Sandy Mnsh this Reason To see her moisten her pink finder and paste one of our large purple top oj low dwarf fleas is well worth a seasick ami choppy ride over the nebular and  my roads of Buncombe county Her reported engagement to Mr (ieorge Van derbilt and other celebrated men of Bnncombe connty was denied by Miss Veazy almost before the report started She will remain here till frost and pus sibly conduct a Delsarte class for the colored people of Gethseininy OKTTIN'O SOC1KTY NOTES "Well, Herr Professor, what do yon think of my new drama?" "Splendid! The villains in particular are admirably portrayed. The very words they utter are stolen!"—Muncliener Kalendar It was a long time, though, before either John or his wife slept, though they both affected to have fallen asleep directly. In the quiet of the night the thought of that mortgage came back poor man who wanted a few acres of land for a home. At-home-ln-her-place young girl; A never-wlll-lace young girl; A toiler serene, A life that is clean, A princess-of.peace young girL At last, after driving for days and days across the green, rich prairies infested by the cattlemen, and marked about by the stakes of different corporations, John Green,' with his wife and child and their shackling old whitetopped wagon, halted on the sandy plains of western Kansas and preempted a claim in the alkali desert and settled down to combat with drought, hot winds and malaria. Mrs. night, ago. Ali&crics of Suburban Life. Suburb—You are very late to- Supper was ready two honra A wear-aer-own-halr young girl; A free-from-a-stare young girl; A waste-not-an-hour. No pale parlor flower. A pictnre-of-healtb young girL Mr. Suburb—Yes, 1 missed the 5:17 train and had to take the 5:19. • Mrs. S.—But that is only two minutes.Miss Birdie Mtidge, of Vareoloid, O., gave a Scotch plaid tea and inarslimaliow roast day before yesterday, and invited the president of the United States. It is thought that lie did not get the letter. Dancing was had i:i the evening, which was only marred by a cutting scrape, participated in by the first violin and the month organ man. both colored Miss Aludgo was greatly pained over the outcome, but cot so mnch sn as the month organist who accidentally exposed some ol his plans and specifications connected with his digestive scheme. So that it took the entire C string to sew him up with Birdie was greatly annoyed by the occurrence, and said she was so glad, as it turned out. that the president did not come. Plenty room in her shoes—this girl; A free-from-the-blues—this girl; John and Mary left the office and on the outside they talked the matter over for several minutes. They agreed that it was an outrage to be forccd to submit to such highhanded, heartless theft, but they could see no way to avoid it. It was simply that or starvation. Not a bang on her brow. "Mary, don't talk so," Jolin-pleaded. "The futnre does look dark and blank, but it may not be so bad as it seems. "We must keep up courage." grew on." Miss Pearl Pffooffer is summering at the Blue Kiver House, east ot Monroe Glasscock's place and west of the Swan anoa river She appeared yesterday evening in a tennis snit and climbed a sourwood tree twenty-seven feet high She is wearing this season a navy blue iisie thread hose, with ornate alarm clocks on same. Miss Pffooffer is a great favorite at her home in East Hypochon dria, Fla. Her mother is with her. and thoughtlessly told as this iu an unguard ed moment. Mr. S.—Yea, my dear, but the 5:17 comes straight through, and the 5:19 stops at 173 stations before it gets here. —Good News. No fraud will allow. She's Just what she seems—this girl. When John had selected his claim and got his preemption papers all amuigcd, he began the construction of a sod house, and in a short time the new house was ready for occupancy. Ho was disappointed in the result of histrip, and he knew that Mary was also though she had never breathed a word to that effect. He felt that they had better remained east, and had ominous doubts of the outcome of the move. But it was done, and since to retreat was impossible, he resolved to go on and make the best of it. John listened to this speech in wonder. Was it possible, he thought, that the country could be such as Scraggs said, and yet he not know it? Scraggs was a very honest, earnest-looking man, and he spoke in such a free, matter-offact way that it seemed impossible that he was not speaking the truth. After a short silence John said: Not a reader-of-trash young girl; Not a cheap-jewel-flash yoang girl; Not a sipper of rum, Not a chewer of gum- Remarkably sensible girll Mary shook her head despondently, and the tears she had with so much effort restrained broke loose and flowed thick and fast. John placed his arm, about her and drawing her to him laid her head on his shoulder. Catitloiift. "We'll have to accept his terms, John," Mary said, "for we're in his toils and he knows it. We'll have to sul rnit, and I pray the Lord to help us." "I'll go to him myself," cried the infuriated shopkeeper. "I'll see whether he won't pay his debtsl I'll tell him he's a rascal, a 6windler"  At-ten-ln-her-bed young girl; An active, aspiring youttg girl; An early ariser, A dandy despiser. We honor this lovable girL "Mary," he said, "I know the prospect is discouraging, but there will be a way of getting through it. Next year we -shall raise good crops and havo plenty, and only a few short months of privation lie between now and then." "Do you say that those samples of grain grew in this country, Mr. Scraggs?" '•'Yes, we'll have to submit," John repeated. "We have no choice in the matter. Come on and let's get the thing done." John led the way back to the office. Scragg3 was busily writing at his desk, but glanccd up as they entered."Father," remarked his more prudent son, grabbing him by the coat tails, "don't you think it would be wiser to talk that way to him through the telephone?"—Fliegende Blatter. A lover-of-prose yoang girl; Not a turn-up-the-nose young girl; Not given to splatter Not "utterly utter," A matter-of-fact yoang girL "I do, certainly, and there is nothing remarkable in it to us who know the country and know what tl.e land is. I daresay you have heard wild stories about this section and aro ill prepared to believe what I tell you. However, ask our farmers and they will tell you the same story. As I said, I can sell you the best farm in the county for fifteen dollars per acre, and it's worth more than that to-day, and in a year from now it will be worth twenty if not tweD iy-five. I will drive you out to Mr Plum Levi, the Patton avenue prince of barbers, spent a week with us recently, bringing his family Plum has made almost a national reputation as a prompt and painless post tnortem barber. "HOT A DOLLAR OF IT GOES TO *IABK« So he plowed the sod and planted the crops, and in time tho seed sprouted and came up. Then he cultivated the fields early and late, and as the growing corn sprang up higher and higher and ""Yes. it may be as von sav. John," Mary replied; "but how are we to live through those few months? You know we have no provisions, not enough to supply our wants for another week, and no money to buy more. There is not a particle of flour or meal in the house, and Louise has gone now to try to get some from the store. Markham has refused us credit, but 6urely he won't deny her when he knows that wo must have it or starve." HAM." Dramatic Kfleet. "Jones produced his new emotional drama last week, I hear." "Yes." A rightly ambitious yoang girl; Red-lips-so-dclicious yoang girls A clear, sparkling eye That says "I will try"— A sure-to-succeed yoang girL in full torce and they were troubled on account of it. Though they tried to deceive each other they could not deceive themselves, and, look at it as they would, the future was dark and unpromising. "We'll have to take that money, Mr. Scraggs," John said. "So you've concluded to accept the accommodation, eh?" Scraggs replied as he again brought forth the papers. Miss Clandestine Wartz met up with a serious accident while riding Monroe Tushmaker's claybank mare Emulsion last week. It was at or near the foot of Mount Busbee, on the Hendersonville road, and it seemed like the mare sat down on a chinkopin burr by the road side to think over her past life and pass resolutions regarding her policy for the future. Maddened by the pain the spirited animal, with dilated nostrils and erect tail, lashing it ever and anon to and fro across her chest and stomach undertook to climb a curly poplar tree with her shoes on. She had not. therefore, ascended more than twenty feet with her young mistress when she lost her grip and fell the entire distance falling on li»*r fan ban I en and "'rusting her snrcinitle (her own sim-iu,,ie we mean) Mis.* Wartz was greatly 6hoeked and as soon as possible pushed the tin wieldy brute oil. as it was lying across her chest at the time. Miss Wartz is one of the best equestrian riders of South Tincture, Ala., but says that where the horses are mostly prehensile and people have to climb trees to get around a mud hole it is time to call a halt. An honeBtly courting yoang girl; A nevcr-seen-flirting yoang girl; A quiet, demure, A modest and pare— A flt-for-a-wKe young girL Ha "Wasn't a dry eye in the house when the curtain went down." "Indeedl" "Sure. Wasn't a wet one either."— Washington Star. "Much success?" "No," John said, "we have only concluded to get robbed." "Well, call it what you please, Mr. Green," said Scraggs, "but it is an ac-1 commodation, just the same. If we' didn't let you have the money you'd suffer, for you can't get it anywhere else on any terms." CHA-PTFR II DISH7HERITED. A go light-everywhere young girb A future-most-fair young girU An ever-discreet, YVe too seldom meet— This queen-of-t he-queens young girL -Virgil A. Pinkley. John and Mary Green had married against the wishes of their parents. Mary's father objected to the match because John was not as high in the scale of life as he thought his daughter might aspire, for she was a banker's daughter and John was but a common clerk. Then, to even up matters, John's father retaliated by declaring that no son of his should ever marry into a family the head of which presumed to look down on the Greens. For a little while a perfect 6ilence reigned. Mary sobbed on her husband's breast like a heart-broken child, while John gazed vacantly out into the gathering darkness, now and then drawing his rough, soiled sleeve across his eyes. A minute or two passed so, and then John spoke. One Only. Penelope—He told me yon were not nearly so good looking as I. John had no inclination to argue the matter, so ; he made no reply, and Scraggs proceeded to draw up the papers. In a few minutes the writings were completed, signed and delivered, and John received his money. He and Mary immediately left tkp office, and with sorrowful hearts walked down the street, anil after making some purchases at the store drove home. Perdita—Dear me. He told me yon were not nearly so good looking as I. Penelope—Then he has fibbed to both of ns. "I thank you for the flowers you sent," she said. And then she pouted, blushed and drooped her The Floral Token. head. "Forgive me for the words I spoke last night, Yoar flowers have sweetly proved thai you were right." Perdita—Oh, no. Only to you, dear.— Life. "We must have money, Mary," he said, "to tide us over this spelL It won't take a great deal, and we must get it." And then 1 took her hand within ray own And 1 forgave her—called her all my own; But as wo wandered through the lamp lit bowers «faClging from Associations. Having come to this kind of terms on both sides, the elder Blatchford, the banker, and thg elder Green, the farmer, strutted about with as much pomposity as they could command, each doing everything in his power to show how vastly superior he was to the other, and each succeeding to perfection in making himself ridiculous in the eyes of everybody but himself. "The old saying, "Tell me a man's company and I'll tell you who he is,' doesn't apply to girls." "Whv?" "How can we get it?" Mary asked. (COXTIXOkD ) I wondered who had really sent the flowers! -New York Herald. "We can get it in but one way, Mary, and that is a way that I do not like. It is a way that I have fought against and hoped never to have to resort to. We must borrow the money. Mary, and give a mortgage on th«» farm." T»-:« Will Oetcct i'oison*. "Because if they have company they're only too glad to tell you who he is themselves."—Philadelphia Times. WESTWARD HOl "Tea," nays a woman who known, "clear tea, without sugar or cream, is one of the best of ageuts for the detection of suspected poisou. I remember stopping once, in my travels, at a little country inn,whose buxom landlady offered me some beautiful looking waffles, beside which she sat down a small pitcher of sirup. There was talk at that time—it was several years ago—about the Adulteration of some sirups, and this par ticular pitcherful had a peculiar color which I did not like. So I asked her that a cap of tea tie brought to me tint, and when it came i took a teaspoonful of the sirup and put it in. AT THK DANCE. —H !EI R— the field became a sea of waving green, John's courage returned and hope rode high in his breast. Miss Valerian Brings, of Charleston whose father brought on the war and who afterward regretted it. is stopping at the Floating Island House She is a beautiful southern girl of about thirty nine years and loves to discnss the war with people who are engaged in other pursuits. In thw way she often empties a hotel porch or gets her choice of the hammocks She was well brought rip, however. arC! :Defore the war her father was very \v«;:ithy He owned over a hundred negroes Now he hasn't any hardly at all. He says if he had it to do over again he would be more conserv ative. Miss Bngg« does not use tobacco in any form. Father's Victim. "Oh, John! John!" Mary cried, starting up. "Don't 6peak of such a thing. Surely you have not forgotten what we passed through back there at the old home?" What They Wanted. "Did Smith produce his new play last night?" "Yes." Thus it went on for a year, the two old men passing and repassing and never speaking, or deigning to look at each other. In the meantime the two lovers met clandestinely, and enjoyed themselves fully as well if not better than they would if their parents had acted with more sense. They met, courted and married—married two or three years sooner than they would have done if they had not been interfered with, but had been allowed to continue their courtship uninterruptedly. So much for the wisdom of their parents. "We shall come out all right yet, Mary," he remarked one evening as they walked out to look at the crops. "Wo shall come out all right, and soon have a nice home; and it will all be ours. It will only take a little time and a little patience." "THOSE ABE NOT SO BAD, ABE THEY?" Apropos of the afore item. Mr. Recom pense Still wagon laid on our table yesterday a dead colt, for which tie will please accept thanks It only lived a few days, he said, but is a most [teenliar formation Mr. Stiilwagou Hays that be has seen a number ot these anomalies within the past few years, which shows, as he goes on to state, that the North Carolina horse is gradually changing to meet the demands of his surroundings Special attention is attracted toward the tail, which is like that ot the opossum enabling the aaiinal to bang by it from a tree while the wagon is being drawn from the road, or possibly to swing from bough to bough where the roads are im passable Mr. Stillwagon says that the time ts not far distant when no CDnr will use the roads at all. Many do imi use them already The time is he claims, wbeu the Buncombe county road will only be used by people who have been stung Nothing is so soothing to a sting as mud. he says, and some day when you see a man sitting in the road up to his armpits you will know that he has been recently stang and is engair"d in applying one of our justly celebrated roads to himself. look at it if you think it would suit yon. What you say?" "And did the audience call him before the curtain after the last act?" "Yes, and demanded their money back."—Nashville Herald. A BTOBY OF WESTEBN Z.IFE, "No, wife, I have not forgotten, and I never shall." "Then do not talk of mortgaging the claim, for it is all we have left to us, and to mortgage it is to lose it." "Why, I don't want to buy land, but just came in to sec about getting a loan on a claim I have out east." By THOMAS JP. MOSTFORT "Who cares for the time, John?" Mary replied. "I'm sure that I don't mind the waiting and the work, only ao we get a home at last." Mr. Scraggs' countenance fell, and he looked down rather sheepishly. For once in his life he had made a mistake, and by his precipitancy had got himself Into a tran. Tint he was not the sort of man to allow himself to be cast down, »nd realizing that the best way out of the difficulty was to put a bold face on it, he quickly rallied and looking up with a hearty laugh said: Not That Way. "But, Mary, we must live, and that is the only thing we can do to get provisions. We cannot starve." "Instantly the tea turned perfectly black, showing the presence of a mineral poison. I don't know that there would have been enough to have done me serious harm, but as I don't care to take poison, even homeo pathically, when 1 know it, I ate my waffles that day with butter and sugar. More than that, I called the landlady's attention to the circumstance, which resulted in ban ishing all of that sirup she had in thi house."—Her Point of View in New York Times. Visitor (in Jones' room at 11 p. m.)— That young lady in the house across the way sings like a bird. CHAPTERL MOirCT TO VOAX. TERN MONDY to loan in aiye or email amounts. Long time and easy terms. Apply Solomon Scraggs, ag't." John Green vead and reread *iis advert iseent over and ar as ho sat ne summer ening in front his little sod cabin in western Kansas. It was short, plain and pointed, and evidently anyone ought to: have understood it at a glance. Yet John Green read it and studied it as "No,* we cannot starve; but it is hard to lose our home and again go into the world penniless." And thus contented to work and wait, these brave pioneers, like thousands of. others, submitted cheerfully to every hardship and inconvenience, and bore uncomplainingly on against adversity and misfortune. Jones (unkindly)—Well, not altogether. Yon see, a bird stops. singing at night.—Detroit Free Press. John held a position at a fair salary, and had saved up money enough to buy and furnish a neat little cottage home. Here the couple settled down as happy as two lovers could be, and Mary laid aside her rich attire and easy life, and readily transformed the banker's daughter into the poor clerk's wife; and she felt none the worse by the change. She took up the duties of housekeeping and soon became quite proficient. For two days a young man was at the John pretended to take a more cheerful view of the situation, and it is probable that he managed to delude himself to some extent. Anyhow, his voice resumed a little of its old-time ring and his eyes grew brighter as he said: Big Hominy House near Flat Rock last week, but a young widow named Brauscom, from Philadelphia, flushed him prematurely and his swallowtail remains as yet unsalt-.« His nauie was La Fayette Miggs, a tail and wiry man from Tennessee. His father was in the war anijl was also a very spare man tie was in the hottest of the fight, but never got a scratch. Several notches were cut in him, but he never got a flesh wonud He had no place for one. When he was lacerated he never had gangrene. He had necrosis. The Summer Cottage. For three years they kept steadily to their purpose, contending against drought and hot winds, which every year destroyed their growing crops and left their fields parched and brown. Then John took down with malaria, and all the spring and all the summer was unable to work, and want pressed upon them, and the woli of hunger drew near the door of the sod house, placing them in the condition where the opening of this story found them, driven to the necessity of mortgaging the claim for food. "Well, we're all in a bad boat here, together, my friend, and we understand each other, so there's no harm done. A jnan can't afford to be too particular about his assertions in this country, you know. Ila, ha! you were rather surprised that anything like that corn should grow here, and I don't wonder at it. That was shipped in from back east. But about that loan. How was that?" -j, "We will not need much money, wife, and with a good crop next year we can repay it easily. Now here is an advertisement in this paper of money to loan on long time and easy terms. Three hundred dollars would tide us over nicely, and as the claim is worth a thousand, we can no doubt get all the time we want on so small an amount, only so we keep the interest paid. I've been thinking thfc matter over, and it seems to me that if we gave a mortgage for two or three hundred dollars we wouldn't have anything to worry over." The men most prominent in American art today are, in the majority, of Parisian training, so much so that the most familiar reproach directed against their work la that it lacks national character. That this criticism, if applied to a period of transition, has a basis of truth is undeniable, for nothing is more natural than that the first steps in any career should be directed by the influences which have presided over preparatory studies. But if we take ten years to be the shortest period In which a young painter on his return from Europe can gain a foothold here, it will be found at the end of that time that, subjected to the various influences of the intellecual and material life of his native country, he has taken on more of our national characteristics than he is given credit for. Nationality la Art. Banker Blatchford and Farmer Green, as soon as they learned that their children were married, proceeded forthwith to disown them. Mary made one attempt to win her father's forgiveness, but he refused her petition, saying she need no longer consider him in the light of a father, nor, indeed, in any other light save that of a total stranger. "I see you advertise eastern money to loan, and I wanted to borrow two or three hundred dollars on my farm." "You have just one claim?" "Yesi one hundred and sixty acres." "And how much did you want on it?" The young man is heir to a beautiful marble quarry in Tennessee and is quite a catch, but the widow cornered him on a hot afternoon when the sun could bring out the Untqhet of her grewsome mourning goods, and he paid his bill at eventide, and, borrowing a tent, went a:-- far into the forest as he could go. as the crow flies. The evaDoration of hot tears from the meshes of freshly dyed mourning apparel, especially if the tears be shed for another man, cast a gloom over one whose victuals might otherwise set well on one's stomach. / Miss Flux'be Beebe. of Ctesar's Head was at the dance here night before last, and did not tnisa a dance. She danced almost exclusively with her escort who, it is understood, is doing chores for hie board at her father's place. She was unusually gay, and rather chaffed some of her lady friends who had no steady company Miss Beebe was well dressed, and looked like she was a doll. She wore long ungel sleeves, which hung down like the wet narrative of a baby elephant. The floor manager said she was as light on the floor as anybody he ever see. and an piquant as all get out. She went home about 2 o'clock. IjJ though it was some deep problem with • mysterious meaning'. At last he put , down the local paper in which the ad- CHAPTER IIL GIVING THE MORTGAGE. As has been stated, neither John nor Mary slept much that night after they had concluded to mortgage th« farm, and so, worn out with a restless night, John was astir in the morning at an uncommonly early hour. Upon dressing and going out the first object that met his eyes when he opened the door was a small bag of corn meal sitting on the door step. "You have married as you wished, and not as I would have had you," he said, "so go your way and I'll go mine. You have chosen to disregard my advice and desires, and have tied yourself to a penniless wretch, and from this time forth I know you not. You must look to John Green for everything, and •when poverty and want overtake you, as they certainly will, don't come ,to me for assistance, for I swear that you shall never have a penny or a crumb from me." "Three hundred. Humph, I'm afraid it's a little more than I could advance my friend." "Three hundred dollars will do." vertisement appeared and arising paced \o and fro across the yard with his head bowed and a look of deep trouble on his face. It was some time before Mary made any reply to this, and when she did, she said: "I wish I could think your statement correct, John, and could believe that the dobt would be so easily paid off; but no matter about that, for the mortgage will have to be given, and perhaps we ought to feel thankful that we have that means of prolonging our lives. Who has the money to loan?" "Why, it's less than two dollars per acre, Mr. Scraggs." Modern art is essentially cosmopolitan, and us nations obey the iron rule of the general average, so in art the national characteristics become fused and blended until they are questions of detail more than of fundamental construction. Paris fin do siecle has a keen eye for detail, however, and ivc may depend upon it that, measured by its standards, the exhibition by our painters may be found wanting in many things rather than in the personality which results from race and temperament modifled by conditions 01 environment.—Scribner's.ipi "I don't know," he mused, as he came "Yes, I know; but you 6ee this land te not very valuable at present, and the thances are that it will get to be worth less. Lands that don't produce anything won't sell. Yon know that." cabin door. "Something must be done, i and (tone at once; for, as matters stand, starvation stares us in the face. We t' must have food, and we must haVe money in order to get it; and there is but one way, so far as I can see, to get money—but one way. And yet I dislike to think of i_ortgaging the farm. I have had experiences with mortgages, and I dread them. They are the bane of a poor man's life, the cancer that eats in deeper and deeper until he is left destitute and homeless." John Green shuddered as he drew this picture, for it brought back to him in all its ghastly vividness that time, but a few years before, when that vampire, the mortgage, had eaten up his, last dollar and turned himself and family from their loved little home in the, east. back and resumed his scat near the He and Mary wondered a great deal at this, and many suggestions as to how it came there were offered by one and the other, but after due consideration they were all dismissed as untenable, and eventually they decided that old Markham had becomc convinced of having acted wrongfully and had in the night tolen over with the meal, being ashamed to let bis presence be known. Louise had another and more correct opinion regarding the matter, but as in all other cases where Paul was concerned she resolved to keep quiet. Thirty-eight women, a fresh air fund excursion of children and a colored waiter with the asthma are stopping at the Ozone Honse. "I thought fifteen dollars an acre was cheap, and that next year the price would be twenty or twenty-five." John was not in any good humor, but the chance to poko the agent this once was too good to be lost. "Scraggs." "Then you will go down to-morrow and see about getting it?" The W. C. T. 0. here has raised thirty dollars toward building an opera house at this place. That quite settled matters between the rich, proud, old banker and his loving, tender-hearted daughter and from that time forth they were strange to each other; and though for two years they lived in the same town, and often met and passed on the street, no sign of recognition was shown by either. Poor Mary could show pride and defiance enough when she was in her father's presence, but no one ever knew what tears she 6hed and what heartaches she suffered when she was at home alone. She loved her father next to John, and even after his cruel speech she would have gladly thrown her arms about his neck and plead for his love and forgiveness, only she knew that he would repulse her if she did. saying as she rode away on her father's gray palfrey, followed by her escort and a young colt, that she reckoned she would be all played out in the morning, as she had sweat like a butcher all the evening. Her silvery laughter rang out as she rode away She is the pet of everybody here. She was at Saratoga last season and received good notices there also. "Yes, it had as well be done at once. ,Tf we are to borrow it, there is no use to delay. I will drive over and take you with me, so that the papers can be made out and the business all completed to-morrow." "Stuff! stuff!" Scraggs replied. "You know what that sort of talk is worth I'll let you have two hundred* on the land, but I can't go a cent more." A stag dance was had at Clem Sonrwood's place last Friday was a week ago, after which a watermelon was cut. Many said it was the best doings ever they had been at A Good Word for tlie College Boy*. An American college contains from 500 to 1,500 boys, rich, poor, ambitious or thoughtless, as the case may be. Among tbem there is sure to be a mischief making eleineut. The escapades of these are telegraphed over the country and commented on by a sternly indignant press. Had the indiscretions been committed by boys out of college they would never have attracted even passing artention. From these widely circulated stories, always exaggerated and affecting at most but a handful of students, the idea has sprung that to send a boy to college is U* cast him into a moral fiery furnace, whtre he will be assailed by every form of temptation. This is as far from the truth as it can well be. —Life. Soon Louise returned empty-handed from the store, Markham having again refused to let any goods go without money. Louise had been crying and. there were still tears in her eyes when she reached her parents. John held off for more, but finding that Scraggs was firm he finally ac? cepted the offer. Scraggs got out his papers and began making out the notes and mortgage. Nerve, However the meal came there, it proved a very acceptable gift, in fact a perfect Godsend to the Greens, for otherwise their breakfast would have been a very meager affair. As it was, they had some corn cakes and some parched meal- eoffoe, and these wero rare delicacies in those days and ha® a salutary effect on John, since with a full stomach some of his old-time pride, independence and courage returned, and after partaking of that Vrcakfast he felt that he could face a great deal more trouble than he then had, and come off victorious. if ii« iviL|p Miss Precious Idea Wipes, of Bush Klver. is a guest at the Hemorrhage House. She is a powerful brunette, and is just budding into manhood The head waiter gave her a mustache cup for her coffee last week, and that afternoon there was a shower of flesh, covering all of Hickory township, it is said. She is the acknowledged belle of that hotel, not having yet been outclassed. At eventide she fills the gloaming fnll of a sad, sweet song, which she sings in a rich baritone voice, conveying the erroneous impression to outsiders that at last there is a man boarding there. "Hold on a minute," said John. "Let us know something about the terms.. I see you advertised them as easy." For a long time he sat in moody silence, now with his face buried in his. hands, and now-looking with a sad, far-, away gaze out across the endlessi stretch of bare, brown prairie to where: the sun, like a great round ball of fire, was slowly sinking behind the edge of the earth. For an hour almost he remained thus, the shadow on his face deepening with those of evening, his eyes dimming, while ever and anon a tear stole down his rough, weatherstained cheek. "What is the matter?" the mother asked. "What did Markham say?" He was the sixth this summer. As they sat in the hammock together hi3 good right nrin stole slowly around her slender waist, and he whispered, "This is what 1 call making glad the waste places.'" Misapplied Confidence. Louise hesitated, hung her head and fingered her dress nervously. It was plain she did not want to relate what Markham had said. The mother repeated her question, and Louise, having no. other alternative, replied: "Yes, long time and easy terms," Scraggs repeated. "Well," said John, "what are they?" "Why, as to time, you can have, three to five years. We don't loan on less than three years." John's father, not to be outdone by Blatchford. notified bis son never to come back home, but to consider himself disinherited and disowned. This notice did not quite crush John, since home had never been particularly pleasant, and to be relegated from it was not such a terrible blow as his father might have supposed; and as to being disinherited, well, that was little short of a joke, for the elder Green's possessions were extremely limited, consisting in tho main of fortv acres of poor, There are few temptations in college life which are not encountered in the everyday world. On the other hand, there is a standard of college morals which must be lived up to by any student who cares to preserve his social standing among his fellows. This is not, in some ways, a high standard, but it is higher than any to be found in common use outside college walls. To live by it is to acquire the habits of thought and the manners of a gentleman. The unly wonder is that college disturbances we so rare.—Albany Journal "Oh, no; 1 wouldn't call it that." she said softly. "He went on dreadfully, mother, and he made me cry." "And I've got to pay interest on the money that long whether I need it so long or not?" She—What shall I say when papa aska me what yotir prospects are'/ "Why not, darling?' "What was it he said?" "Yes, that's our rule." "And as to terms?" "Well, we make that easy, I assure yon, Only nine per cent." "That's not bad." •'Because—because a waste place is one that has never been cultivated before."— Pittaburg Dispatch He—Tell him I expect to have one of the richest men in town for my fatherin-law.—Frank Leslie's Illustrated. "Oh, lots of things. He said he wouldn't sell us any more goods without money, and that he was not so rich that he could feed paupers, and he wasn't going to try. We would have to pay money or go hungry and he didn't care which. I didnt cry while I was Breakfast over, John harnessed up the two horses to the old wagon, and ho and Mary drove off to the little town where Scraggs kept his office. The day was warm and dear and the roads dry, and the trip, though embracing ten miles each way, was not a disagree-. Miss Exemia Dryfoogfe, of Lenox, is spending the season here at the Bonnyclapper House. She brought a tally-ho with her, which got stalled and was abandoned on the Asheville and Biltmore boulevard last week. A dredger ia to bo nut to work on it. in a few dava. "Yes, we must havo food," he resumed at last, "and we must have money, and we must mortgage the 'claim' to get it. It is a hard thing to do, but The way to tell a well bred tlog, accord ing to a caniue fancier, is to grasp linn by the back of the neck and hold him up If a cur, he yelps, if well bred, he never at tere a whimper Very Fast. "The shades of night are falling fast," sang Mr. Mitts, as he went to pull down . the blind and jerked it off the roller.— Binghamton Republican. "Then there's a little matter of commissions, you know, to be added in. Let's see: it will amount to about four