Pittston Gazette

              / " jr % Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. WTTSTOX, LUZERNE CO., I'A., FRIDAY, .1 ( XE Id, l(j!D2. ESTABLISHED 1850. D VOL. XLH. NO. 45. f A Weekly Local and Family ournal. i #l.5» I'KK ANN" I'M. I IX ADVANCE. The Girl Who Loved Him So, ham, "anil iook well what wo are about to do. Good Master Wilson, I pray you examine this Pearl—since that is her name—and see whether she hath had such Christian nurture as befits a child of her age." from blacker depths of sin into which satan might else have sought to plunge her. Therefore it is good for this poor, sinful woman that she hath an infant immortality, a being capable of eternal joy or sorrow, confided to her care, to be trained up by her to righteousness: to remind her at every moment of her fall, but yet to teach her, as it were, by the Creator's sacred pledge, that if she bring the child to heaven the child also will bring its parent thither. Herein is the sinful mother happier than the sinful father. For Hester Prynne's sake, then, and no less for the poor child's sake, let us leave them as Providence hath seen fit to place them." tllOUgll ca fll-il p-ppf. lip.u cer- who dwelt in a house covering pretty nearly the site on which the venerable structure of King's cha[Del has since been built. It had the graveyard, originally Isaac Johnson's home field, on one side, and so was well adapted to call up serious reflections, suited to their respective employments, in both minister and man of physic. The motherly care of the good ■vidow assigned to Mr, Dimmesdale a HEX TJiACKS, I!V .WE. "Ha, ha!" said Chappie Fizzlewig, and he laughed in ghoulish glee; "I'm making love to a dozen girls, but nous shall marry me; I sigh to thein and lie to them and fall upon my kneea. tain mel chol F*'°l of CD0,13-in it, HIS SCHEME. jump at tne cnance to tatce u. "1 certainly had no reason to expect a scornful refusal." churchyard and waiting for Dr. Evans to come out and give ns points on the wedding, and when I tell you that Mr. Lincoln, Consul New and I, three men whose names are household word*, stood at the gateway with our dinners in a large tin pail and saw Dr. Evans, our American dentist, coming out and leaning on the arm of the queen, even going so far as to unhitch her team from the fence ar«i drive it around to the front door and help Victoria in, you will agree with me that the dentist of our own fair land is no slouch. For certain Asiatic countries this big dental house makes a pure white tooth. This is really as odd looking as the black, for uo human tooth is a pure white. It is as ghastly as a perfectly white skin. The factory makes one grade of blue white, or pearl white, in this country for use among the people who die their hair a dead black or wear fawnskin wigs. EMerly orphans wear these teeth, and smite them together while smiling on those they love. It is sad to see these frosted cake teeth nestling away among the deep dyed whiskers of a decayed old bachelor or a newmade widower. These teeth are also used for gnashing purposes. Teeth made recently are filled with gold in order to make them look more lifelike, and so artificial teeth can be made to fool the closest scrutineer. A dentist does not listen very closely to what you say, but as you talk he watches very carefully to see what sort of teeth you wear, just as the bootblaek  his eye all the time on the feet of the people who go by him. Mr. Foster was very polite to me while I was in Atlanta and tendered me the hospitality of his horse. He has a horse that has outlived eleven grooms. He came very near outliving me. The hen is a biped, indigenous to all temperate countries, and often tempts people who wish to make a livelihood without heavy work to go into the egg business. Also into the growth of broilers for the New York market. Do not trf to raise eggs and broilers in a flat, for the other tenants might not like it. Hens need room. If you crowd your hens they will die off by the score. This is my third effort in the direction of supplying the metropolitan market with eggs and broilers. Generally the metropolitan market is kind enough to supply me. He wa of leu eb"c ed on nuy slight i accident to put I'rt, with first a He Unfold* It to Mr. HpotcHsh, l»ut There Are No Kcturu*. Mr. Spotcash sat in his private office. There came a knock at the door and a man entered. alarm or other sin his hand over hie flush and then a p pain. "At any rate you didn't expect it. You were so confident of your power to charm that you did not dream I migln object. George Hankinson, your conceit needs a little taking down. Women are not won by condescending to honor them with your preference. You have observed them to very little if you think they are all crazy to marry the first man that comes along and deigns to make them an offer, if this esperience snail be the means of relieving you of some of your ineffable self complacency and pumping into yonf system a little wholesome sense, and"'  WILLIAM GIVES SC || DIRECTIONS ABOUT THE FES i IVE LAYER. indicative of Aa I twist their trusting hearts about precisely as I please." The old minister seated himself in an armchair and made an effort to draw Pearl betwixt his knees. But the child, unaccustomed to the touch or familiarity of any but her mother, escaped through the open window and stood on the upper step, looking like a wild tropical bird of rich plumage, ready to take flight into the upper air. Mr. Wilson, not a little astonished at this outbreak—for he was a grandfatherly sort of personage, and usually a vast favorite with children— essayed, however, to proceed with the examination. And the parlor clock Beat on, tick, tock. And the gaslight flickered low. Such was the young clergyman's condition, and so imminent tho prospect that his dawning light would lie extinguished, nil untimely, when Roge. Chillingworth made his advent to the town. His first entry on the secno, few people could tell whence, dropping down, as it were, out of the sky oi starting from the nether earth, had an aspect of mystery which was easily heightened to Uie miraculous. He was now known to Ve a man of rkill. It was observed I hat he gathered herbs and the bloi-coiji.s of wild flowers, and dug up roots and plucked off twigs from the forest trees, lilre one acquainted with hidden virtues in what was valueless to common ey es. "This is Mr. Spotcash, is it not?" he asked. Hen* Differ from Human Being* in That They Have No Teeth -Thin Bring* Up As he waiting sat and held his hat for the girl who loved him so. »ront apartment, with a sunny exposure, and heavy window curtains to create a noontide shadow when desirable. The walls were hung around with tapestrysaid to be from the Gobelin looms, and at all events representing the ijpriptural story of David and Bathsheba, and Nathan the Prophet, in colors still unfaded, but which made the fair woman of the scene almost as grimly picturesque as the woe denouncing seer. "My name is Ardnp—Orville Ardup." "It is." the IDenti*t Inil ustry—The Case of a "Well, sir, what can I Mad Hen And when she'd frizzled her old gold hair and painted her failed face. She was a vision fresh and fair, with comely, childlike grace. "Poor, unsuspecting soul!" thought he; "she little dreams that I "Well, I am the inventor of a device that will require a little capital to develop it, but there is a big fortune in it, and I am willing to go shares with any man that will furnish the money. I have come to yon first, because of your well known"  [Copyright, 1892, by Edgar W. Nye.] There has recently lieeu placed in my hands a volume entitled "Twenty-five Yearn in the Poultry Yard." I bought the lK»k thinking that it was full of hairbreadth eseajies and thrilling experiences. I was misled regarding the work, for I was led to believe that it was something like "Field, Dungeon and Escape." or "How I Put Down the Re■ ellion and Boarded Myself." Silt on from bud to bud as does the careless butterfly." "You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness." said old Roger Chilliagworth, smiling at him. And the parlor clock Beat on, tick, tock. And the gaslight flickered low. "Thanks, Miss Whackster," inter posed the young man stiffly, as he rose and took his hat, "but I think I don't care to hear the rest of the lecture." "Skip all that. Come to business." As he somehow planned to hold the hand of the girl who loved him so. "Pearl," said he with great solemnity, "thou must take heed to instruction, that so. in due season, thou mayestwear in thy bosom the pearl of great price. Canst thou tell me, my child, who made thee?" "And there is a weighty import in what my young brother hath spoke.i," added the Reverend Mr. Wilson. ''What say you, worshipful Master Bellinghatu? Hath he not pleaded well for the poor woman?" Here the pale clergyman piled up his library, rich with parchment bound folios of the fathers, and the lore of rabbis, and monkish erudition, of which the Protestant divines, even while they vilified and decried that class of writers, were yet constrained often to avail themselves. On the other side of the house old Roger Chillingworth arranged his study and laboratory; not such as a modern man of science would reckon even tolerably complete, but provided with a distilling apparatus and the means of compounding drugs and chemicals, which the practiced alchemist knew well how to turn to purpose. With such commodiousnesa of situation, these two learned persons sat themselves down, each in his own domain, yet familiarly passing from one apartment to the other and bestowing a mutual and uot incurious inspection into each other's business. ♦ * » "Yes, sir. Briefly, Mr. Spotcash, I have hit upon an idea which, if carried into practical effect, will prevent trousers from bagging at the knees. It will absolutely and forever do away with the unsightly"  And when the proper time arrived he fell upon his knees. And words he wished to emphasize he'd give her hand a squeeze; There was no one near his tale to hear, so he told her of his love, A* true and pure and constant as the stars that shine above. '•As you please, Mr. Hankinson," she replied. "It is inartistic to leave a job unfinished, and I was not quite done with you, but if a man chooses to go away from a barber shop half shaved I presume it is his privilege. Good mom ing, Mr. Hankinson."—Chicago Tribune. The book is extremely tame reading, though written in a neat and grammatical manner. "Twenty-five Years in a Poultry \ ard i» no doubt a valuable work, but those who purchase it think- Ho was heard to sjicak of Sir Konelm Digby and other famous men—whose scientific attainments were esteemed hardly less than supernatural—as having been his correspondents or associates. Why, with such rank in the learned world, had he come hither? What could he, whose sphere was in great cities, be seeking in the wilderreph-? In answer to this qtfcnfr a rumor gained ground— and. however absurd, was entertained by some very tgnsible people—that heaven had wrought an absolute miracle by transporting an eminent doctor ol physic from a German university bodily through the air and setting him down at the door of Mr. Dimmesdale's study! Individuals of wiser faith, indeed, who knew that heaven promotes its purposes without aiming at tho stage effect of what is called miraculous interposition, were inclined to see a providential hand in Roger Chillingworth's so opportune arrival. Now Pearl knew well enough who made her; for Hester Prynne, the daughter of a pious home, very soon after her talk with the child about her Heavenly Father, had begun to inform her of those truths which the human spirit, at whatever stage of immaturity, imbibes with such eager interest. Pearl therefore, so large were the attainments of her three years' lifetime, could have borne a fair examination in the "New England Primer," or the first column of the Westminster catechisms, although unacquainted with the outward form of either of those celebrated works. But that perversity which all children have more or less of, and of which little Pearl had a tenfold portion now, at the most inopportune moment, took thorough possession of her and closed her lips, or impelled her to speak words amiss. After putting her finger in her mouth, with many ungracious refusals to answer good Mr. Wilson's question, the child finally announced that she had not been made at all, but had been plucked by her mother off the bush of wild roses that grew by the prison door. "Indeed, hath he," answered the magistrate, "and hath adduced such arguments that we will even leave the matter is it now stands; so long at least as ihere shall be no further scandal in the woman. Care must be had, nevertheless, to put the child to due and stated exangnation in tho catechism, at thy hands or Master Dimmesdalc's. Moreov1, at a proper season, tho tithing men must take heed that she go both to school and to meeting." "Hear me out, Mr. Spotcash. The great disfigurement of masculine attire today is baggy kneed trousers. Every tailor, every man of fashion, every person who has given the subject any thought whatever will tell yon- tie same thing. W ituess ttw efforts iffiide by well dressed men to overcome this defect. Observe how carefully some of them pull up the garment at the knees when they sit down. See what pains others take to retain the fore and aft crease up and down the legs. Candidly, Mr. Spotcash, do you admire creased pants—I beg pardon—trousers?" "Pshaw!" And the parlor clock Beat on. tick, tock. And the gaslight flickered low ' TWO COURTROOM STORIES. Aa with subtle art he won the heart of the girl And the tender, trustful maiden, she~*he who loved him so. Jim Webster was being tried fur trying to bribe a colored witness, Sam Johnsing, to testify falsely. HIS NAME WASN'T MENTIONED. laughed a gentle laugh. For she knew each word was clearly caught in her sofa phonograph. And when he kneeled before her she a button gently pressed. "You say this defendant offered you a bribe of fifty dollars to testify in his behalf?" said Lawyer Gouge to Johnsing. "Yes, sah." And her photographic camera in silence did the rest. The young minister on ceasing to speak had withdrawn a few steps from the group, and stood with his face partiallyconcealed in the heavy folds of the win dow curtain, while tho shadow of his figure, which the sunlight cast upon the floor, was tremulous with the vehemence of his appeal. Pearl, that wild and flighty little elf, stole softly toward him. and taking hla hand in the grasp of both her own, laid her cheek against it, a caress so tender, and withal so unobtrusive, that her mother, who was looking on, asked herself, "Is that my Pearl?" And the parlor clock Beat on, tick, tock. And the gaslight flickered low. And she sweetly smiled, did the guileless child —the girl who loved him so. "Now repeat precisely what he said, Using his own words." "Why"- "He said he would git me fifty dollars if I"  [to bf. continued.] "Of course you do not. Four or five years ago a man with a pair of creased trousers would have been blackballed by any club and would have been steered into a back seat by the usher at any fashionable church us a second rate chap who wore hand-me-downs. How is it uow? I know men personally, Mr. Spotcasli, who make a practice of fold ing their trousers at night and placing them under their mattresses so that the crease shall be there in the morning. Others put ironing boards or long wire stiffeners inside the legs of the garment for the same purpose. But it doesn't work, sir. It is only a makeshift. It merely puts off the catastrophe. The baggy knee is inherent in the garment itself as now made. Mark me—I say as now made. My plan is to attack the evil in the beginning—to destroy the possibility of baggy knees by making the fabric of something that will not bag." "He can't have used those words. He didn't speak as a third person." The world went round, and by and by he tired of her love; Twaa then that she reminded him the stars still shone above. HOW HE GOT EVEN. "No, sah; he tuck good keer dat dar was no third pus&on present. Dar was only two—us two. De defendant am too smart ter had anybody list'nin when he am talking about his own reskelity." And into the court the phonograph and the photograph were brought. And the gay young man threw up the sponge, for he saw that he was caught. And the parlor clock Beat on, tick, tock. And the gaslight flickered low. And the guests all came and he gave his name to the girl who loved him so. De Paid for the Cse of • Bathtub and a This idea was countenanced by the strong interest which the physician evei manifested in the young clergyman; he attached himself to him as a parishioner, and sought to win a friendly regard and confidence from his naturally reserved sensibility. He expressed great alarm at his pastor's state of health, but was anxious to attempt the cure, and, it early undertaken, seemed not despond ent of a favorable result. The elders, the deacons, the motherly dames and the young and fair maidens of Mr. Dim mesdale's flock were alike importunate that he should make trial of the physician's frankly offered skill. Mr. Dim mesdale gently repelled their entreaties. "I need no medicine,"*said he. But how could the young ministei say so when, with every successive Sab bath, his cheek was paler and thinner and his voice more tremulous than before—when it had now become a con stant habit. rather than a casual gesture, to press his hand over his heart? WaD he weary of his labors? Did ho wish tc die? These questions were solemnly propounded to Mr. Dimmesdale by the eldei ministers of Boston and the deacons of his church, who. to use their own phrase, "dealt with him" on the sin of rejecting the aid which providence so manifestly held out. llo listened in silence and finally promised to confer with the physician.Bokhara Bug. The comedian, Frank Daniels, was a Boston boy and recently played an engagement in his native city. As hia manager, Frank Murray, was starting for Boston about a week prior to Daniela' opening there, he asked the comedian at what hotel he intended to stop during the week. "I know that well enough, but he spoke to you in the first person, didn't be?" Yet she knew that there was love in the child's heart, although it mostly revealed itself in passion and hardly twice in her lifetime had been softened by snch gentleness as now. The minister —for save the long sought regards of woman nothing is sweeter than these marks of childish preference, accorded spontaneously by a spiritual instinct, and therefore seeming to imply in ns something truly worthy to be loved— the minister looked around, laid his hand on the child's head, hesitated an instant and then kissed her brow. Little Pearl's unwonted mood of sentiment lasted no longer; she laughed and went capering down the hall so airily that old Mr. Wilson raised a question whether even her tiptoes touched the floor. ing that it resembles "Twenty Years in Congress" will shed many a bitter tear before they get through with it. Last evening I read aloud to my family and to a titled nobleman from Kinnie Kirinick, Wis., who is visiting us this sum mer while waiting for an opening in Dr. Fletcher's tan yard at this place, a chapter on "Frosted Comb and Wattles," also one entitled "Inducements for a Hen to Sit." This part of the volume is of interact only to those who feel an interest in such things. TOE IIEN WAS MAD. —Exchange. This fantasy was probably suggested by the near proximity of the governor's red roses as Pearl stood outside of the window, together with her recollection of the pink rosebush which she had passed in coming hither. "I was de fust pusson myself." "You don't understand me. When he was talking to you did he use the words, 'I will pay you fifty dollars?'" THE SCARLET LETTER. "I believe I'll go to the Barker House," paid Daniels. "For years I used to pass that hotel many times daily, but though I have lived in every hotel in Boston, strange to say I have never yet tried the Barker. I wish you would drop in there and ask them to reserve a nice apartment for me." On reaching Boston Murray attended to the matter and a few days later Daniels was duly installed in luxurious quarter*. "How do yon like your rooms?" asked Murray the next day. "They couldn't be improved upon," said Daniels. "I tell yon the Barker House is the place: yea can't beat it." "No, boss; he didn't say nuffin about you payin me fifty dollars. Yore name wasn't mentioned, 'ceptin dat he tole me ef eber I got inter a scrape dat you was de best lawyer in San Antone to fool de judge and jury—in fac', you was the best lawyer in de town fer coverin up any kind of reskelity." By IATHAUEL HAWTHORNE. Old Roger Chillingworth, with a smile on his face, whispered something in the young clergyman's ear. Hester Prynne looked at the man of skill, and even then, with her fate hanging in the balance, was startled to perceive what a change had come over his features—how much uglier they were, how his dark complexion seemed to have grown duskier and his figure more misshappen— since the days when Bhe had familiarly known him. She met his eyes for an instant, but was immediately constrained to give all her attention to the scene now going forward. I used to have a very handsome hennery and a small book regarding hen CHAPTER VI. THE KLF CHILD AND THE MINISTER. culture, and on a still day, after reading extensively from the old Greek poets, I might have been seen temporizing with a sorrel "hen and trying to get her to try Governor Bellingham, in a loose gown and easy cap—such as elderly gentlemen loved to endue themselves with in their domestic privacy—walked foremost and appeared to be showing off his estate and expatiating on his projected improvements. The wide circumference of an elaborate ruff beneath his gray beard, in the antiquated fashion of King James' reign, caused his head to look not a little like that of John the Baptist in a charger. The impression made by his aspect, so rigid and severe and frostbitten with more than autumnal age, was hardly in keeping with the appliances of worldly enjoyment wherewith he had evidently done his utmost to surround himself. * * * Mr. Howells would like the realism which the author introduces into the description of how to deal with a hen in trying to get her to sit and remain seated long enough to become a parent. The author states that a warm stoV'e lid when shoved under the average hen will almost immediately induce her to sit down and take her things off. "You can step down." "That is simply preposter"  FORCE OF HABIT. sedentary pursuits. In the fall I had hatched, by means of my new incubator and the aid of friends, among them the teacher who boarded at our house, eighty- "I beg your pardon, Mr. Spotcasli. It seemed so to me at first. But nothing is insurmountable to a man of energy and resources. The idea occurred to me at first of fastening small elastic rubber bands or strips on the iuner side of the knees, but I soon saw this would not do. Then I thought of the plan of weaving the rubber into the cloth itself, but this would be equally objectionable. It would make the cloth wrinkle unequally and look odd. Finally the idea struck me of having the fabric itself woven more tightly at the knee than anywhere else, so it could not give. You see the philosophy of the thing There is more strain at the knees than any other portion of the garment. Make it absolutely unyielding at this point, and the question is solved. To do this of course will require sjDecial machinery applied to the looms now in use, and this is where the expense"  In the county court at Toronto may be seen a venerable tar, who has found a haven in these legal precincts as a subordinate officer after having been tossed on the ocean for many a year in "her majesty's" service. Not long ago. when the hour for adjourning a sitting of the court had arrived the crier was absent, and the judge, turning to the quondam mariner, said, "Captain, adjourn the court." Trained to prompt obedience, the "captain" shouted in itentorian tones, ' Oh yes! oh yes! oh— yes!"— But of the mystic formula no more came to his command. "The little baggage hath witchcraft in her, I profess," said he to Mr. Dimmesdale. "She needs no old woman's broomstick to fly withal!" seven dear little downy chicks, at an ex- That ffternoon Daniels stepped up to the hotel desk for his key. The clerk inquired politely: "IIow are your quarters, Mr. Daniela? Everything satisfactory, I hope" "Very nice," replied Daniels; "as a Bostoniuu I am proud to know that the Hub is fully abreast of the times in the matter of hotels, as well as in other respects. By the way. whai. are you charging for my apartment?" "Ten dollars per day," replied the clerk blandly. "Ten dollars per day!" exclaimed Daniels. "Isn't that pretty steep?" "Not at all," answered the clerk; "just look how those rooms are furnished. There's nothing finer in the Vanderbilt mansions. Why, that bathtub is solid ixDrcelain and cost $500; the Bokhara rug beside your bed cost $225, and the entire furnishings are on a similar scale. We couldn't have spent more money on the rooms if we had tried." "Well, I'm glad you didn't try," remarked Daniels as he departed with his key. The next morning Frank Munay, having some business with his star, inquired for him at the desk, and was informed that Daniels was still in his pense of $193. I had just figured up the cost and assets when one of my incubators in the dead of night was knocked over by a colored man who had fonrarly , been my butler and the henuery set fire to. By this means I lost my entire sea- To ascertain whether the hen really feels a tendency to sit one should watch her closely, and especially observe her temperature. Induce the hen to take about eight inches of a physician's glass thermometer into her throat for two to five minutes. Do not say anything funny to her while thus arranged, for she might laugh and thus break the thermometer with her teeth. "This is awful!" cried the governor, slowly recovering from the astonishment into which Pearl's response had thrown him. "Here is a child of throe years old and she cannot tell who made her! Withant question she is equally in the dark as to her soul—its present depravity and future destiny! Methinks, gentlemen, we need ioquire no further." "A strange child!" remarked old Roger Chillingworth. "It is easy to see the mother's part in her. Would it be beyond a philosopher's research, think ye, gentlemen, to analyze that child's nature and, from its make and mold, to give a shrewd guess at the father?" "Nay; it would be sinful in such a question to follow the clew of profane philosophy," said Mr. Wilson. "Better to fast and pray upon it, and still better, it may be, to leave the mystery as wc find it, unless Providence reveal it of its own accord. Thereby every good Christian man hath a title to show a father's kindness toward the poor, de serted babe." Behind the governor and Mr. Wilson came two other guests, one the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, whom the reader may remember as having taken a brief and reluctant part in the scene of Hester Prynne's disgrace, and in close companionship with him old Roger Chillingworth, a person of great skill in physic, who for two or three years past had been settled in the town. It was understood that this learned man was the physician as well as friend of the young minister, whose health had severely suffered of late by his too unreserved self sacrifice to the labors and duties of the pastoral relation. "Were it God's will." said the Rev erend Mr. Dimmesdale, when, in fulfillment of this pledge, he requested old Roger Ohillingworth's professional ad vice, "1 could bo well content that iuj labors, and my sorrows, and my sins, and my pains should shortly end with me, aud what w uarthly of them be buried in my grave and the spiritual go with me to my eternal state, rather than that you should put your skill to the proof in my behalf." Not to be foiled in the discharge of duty, he proceeded in his own fashion: "Ladies and gentlemen, you may consider this here court adjourned. Clew up your sails and heave the anchor You must all be here at 10 o'clock Monday morning. We will then weigh anchor and make sail. God save the queen!" Astonished silence held all present for a moment, and then gave way to a peal of laughter, in which even "the court" was compelled to join.— Green Bag. Hester caught hold of Pearl and drew her forcibly into her arms, confronting the old Puritan magistrate with almost a fierce expression. Alone in the world, cast off by it and with this sole treasure to keep her heart alive, she felt that Bhe possessed indefeasible rights against the world, and was ready to defend them to the death. Feel the pulse of the hen at the same time. If the pulse—which you will find just over the instep—is rapid or irregular, coupled with a leaden eye, colduess of the bridge of the nose, moth patches, together witli acidity of the crop on rising in the morning, fretfulness, peevishness or sudden Hashes of heat and cold, there is a tendency toward a sedentary life. Purchase a sitting of most any expensive eggs. The Indian (jrame 1 have found tabe a good general purpose fowl, furnishing an afternoon's amusement on a rainy day and a chicken pie for dinner it$ the same price. The Indian Game at twelve weeks of age weighs three to fourpounds. which is mostly breast and forearm. Ono gets good results in a short time, and unless rearing fowls for a boarding house the Indian Game, aside from being a fearless and brave fowl, is excellent for all around entertainment both lDefore and after death. The affair being so satisfactorily con clnded, Hester Prynne, with Pearl, Cie parted from the house. As they descended the steps it is averred that the lattice of a chamber window was thrown open, and forth into the sunny day was thrust the face of Mistress Hibbins, Governor Bellingham's bittei tempered sister, and the same who a few years later was executed as a witch. "I know what you are thinking of now. You are wondering why the rest of the garment could not be shrunk in making, so it would expand more than the knees"- -— "But look here"  "God gave me the child V cried she. "He gave her in requital of all things else, which ye had taken from me. She is my happiness!—she is my torture, none the less! Pearl keeps me here in life! Pearl punishes me too! See ye not she is the scarlet letter, only capable of being loved, and so endowed with a million fold the power of retribution for my sin? Ye shall not take her! I will die first!" "Ah," replied Roger Chillingworth with that quietness which, whether im posed or natural, marked all his deport ment, "it is thus that a young elergyman is apt to speak. Youthful men not having taken a deep root, givo nj their hold of life so easily! And saintlD men, who walk with God on earth, would fain lDe away to walk with him on the golden pavements of the New Jerusalem." "I am not thinking of anything of the kind, sir. I have now given yon five minutes of my time and I have no more to spare. Your invention or device, Mr."  The great difference between the signification of words and terms in the English tongue which are almost the same in etymology and origin is a great element of difficulty to a foreigner who is learning the language. Some cases of actual occurrence will illustrate this fact: A Difference. The governor, in advance of his Tiaton, ascended one or two steps and, throwing open the leaves of the great hall window, found himself close to little Pearl. The shadow of the curtain (ell on Hester Prynne and partially concealed her. rooms. "Hist, hist!" said she, while her ill omened physiognomy seemed to cast a shadow over the cheerful newness of the house. "Wilt thou go with us tonight; There will be a merry company in the forest, and I well nigh promised the Black Man that comely Hester Prynne should make one." He got the number and went up unannounced. Rapping on the door, he received no answer; he rapped again, but still no reply. Turning the knob, he found the door unlocked and walked in, expecting to find Daniels still iu bed. To his surprise the rooms were apparently deserted. Ho was about to retire when, happening to glance into the bathroom, to his astonishment he saw the comedian sound asleep in the porcelain bathtub, carefully covered with tho Bokhara rug. His explanation of surprise awoke Daniels, who sat up and gazed sleepily at the intruder. "Great Scott! Frank," shouted Murray, "what in thunder are you doing in that bathtub? What's tho matter with the bed?' "Well," replied the comedian, "they are charging me ten dollars a day for this porcelain bathtub and Bokhara rug, and this is the only way I know to get even." —Chicago Post. "Ardup, sir—Orville Ardup." "My poor woman," said the not unkind old minister, "the child shall be well cared for!—far better than thou canst do it." "Is impossible, ridiculous, preposterous and there is no reason why this interview should 1*} prolonged another minute. I have no money to invest in any crack brained, nonsensical schemes, sir." CAME FOH A MUCH NEEDED REST, son's work and my buildings. What iny ex-butler was doing around the incn* bator at the dead of night I do not know. He says that he came there to be wher# he could pray by himself, but I do not believe it, and I find that there are many others in our connty who hesitate also to accept this theory. "What have we here?' said Governor Bellingham, looking with surprise at the scarlet little figure before him. "I profess I have never seen the like since my days of vanity, in old King James' time, when I was wont to esteem it a high favor to be admitted to a court mask! There used to be a swarm of these small apparitions in holiday time, and we called them children of the Lord of Misrule. But how got such a guest into my hall?' "Nay," rejoined the young minister putting his hand to his heart, with a flush of pain Hitting over his lirow "were 1 worthier to walk there I could be better content to toil here." A German, who applied to a New York house for employment, recommended himself thus: "God gave her into my keeping," repeated Hester Prynne, raising her voice almost to a shriek. "1 will not give her up!" And here, by a sudden impulse, she turned to the young clergyman, Mr. Dimmesdale, at whom up to this moment she had seemed hardly so much as once to direct her eyes. "Speak thou for mo!" rried she. "Thou wast my pastor and hadst charge of my soul and knowest me better than these men can. I will not lose the child! Speak for me! Thou knowest—for thou hast sympathies which these men lack! Thou knowest what is in my heart and what are a mother's rights, and how much the stronger they are when that mother has but her child and the scarlet letter! Look thou to it! 1 will not lose the child! Look to it!" Some like the Derbyshire Redcaps, some the Black Minorcas. Others like the Cochins, the Marshal Niel and the Early Rose, but the Indian Game, as I say, for a general purpose hen, seems "to meet my demands" as a quick grower, prompt and careful layer, a good mother and the nucleus of as fine a gravy as I ever laid a lip over. Her husband is a quiet but nianly fowl, with shoulders well thrown back, dark, flashing eyes, is a good half back, and in death, with his broad, tender bosom padded with summer savory and a dash of onion, he makes those who cluster about him almost forget the sorrowful circumstances under which they are met together."Make my excuse to him, so please you!" answered Hester, with a triurn phant smile. "I must tarry at home and keep watch over my little Pearl. Had they taken her from me I would willingly have gone with thee into the forest and signed my name in the Black Man's book, too, and that with mine own blood!" "I had thought of suggesting $10,000," said the caller, "as a suitable amount to spend in exiDerimenting, but I am willing to come right to bedrock. Will you lend me $1.75 on the idea?" "The capacity in which I like best to earn my living, and the one in which I am most able, is that of a confidence man." "Good men ever interpret themselves too meanly," said the physician. In this manner the mysterious eld Roger Chillingworth became the med ical adviser of the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. As not only the disease in terested the physician, but he was strong ly moved to look into the character and qualities of the patient, these two men bo different iu age, came gradually tc spend much time together. For the sake of the minister's health and to en able the leech to gather plauts with healing balm in them, they tf«»k long walks on the seashore or in the forest, mingling various talk with tho plash and murmur of the waves, and the solemn wind anthem among the tree tops. Often, likewise, one was the guest of the other in his place of study and retirement. * * * He meant "confidential man," and his mistake was rather alarming to those to whom he wrote. I had one hen that began to sit on a common humming top that belonged to one of the boys, and other hens came and laid an egg a day for six.weeks in the same nest, so that while the baldfaced hen was striving till she got purple in the face to hatch out a whole toy and notion store she got a large collection of eggs from other hens and all of different ages. The result was that ere long she began to turn out a chick per day for me to be a father to until I had eighty-three •f them to bring up on the bottle, and she still straggling with the eggs which had been contributed by others. "I will not, sir." "Say a quarter of a dollar." "If yon don't get out of here"  "Shall we say fifteen cents?" ''Jatues!" One of the worst cases of the kind on record is that in which a young Frenchman, wishing to flatter an American lady, wrote to her: "Aye, indeed r cried good old Mr. Wilson. "What little bird of scarlet plumage may this be? Methinks I have seen just such figures, when the sun has been shining through a richly painted window and tracing out the golden and crimson images across the floor. But that was in the old land. Prithee, young one, who art thou, and what has ailed thy mother to bedizen thee in this strange fashion? Art thou a Christian child—ha? Dost know thy catechism? Or art thou one of those naughty elfs or fairies, whom we thought to have left behind us, with other relics of Papistry, in merry old England?" "I am mother's child," answered the scarlet vision, "and my Bame is Pearl." "Pearl? Ruby, rather, or Coral or Bed Rose, at the very least, judging from thy hue," responded the old minister, putting forth his hand in a vain attempt to pat little Pearl on the cheek. "But where is this mother of thine? Ah! I see," he added, and turning to Governor Bellingham whispered, "This is the self same child of whom we have neia speech together, and behold here the unhappy woman, Hester Prynne, her mother." "We shall have thee there anon!" said the witch lady, frowning, as she drew back her head. "You needn't call anybody, sir," said the visito* with offended dignity. "1 scorn to debase myself by any further application. I shall not come down an other cent. I am now going across the way," he added, moving toward the door, "to lay a business proposition before the firm of Gettup & Howell, and when you see me again, sir, I shall probably be riding in a carriage with a pair of stump tailed roans in front and a side whiskered English coachman on the box." "I wish greatly that once more I could gaze on your unmatched eyes!" But here—if we suppose this interview betwixt Mistress Hibbins and Hestei Prynne to be authentic and not a parable—was already an illustration of the young minister's argument against sun dering the relation of a fallen mother to the offspring of her frailty. Even thus early had the child saved her from satan's snare. He did not discover the great difference between "unmatched" and "matchless" until he found out that the lady, who was "just cross eyed enough to be interesting," had been deeply offended by his compliment.—Youth's Companion.The hen of this species is also obliging and cheery in the matter of laying. While some hens hang back and require a good deal of coaxing, claiming that they have come away and forgotten their notes and that they did not expect to be called upon, the Indian Game hen cheerily asks what sort of an egg you want, and while you are getting your sherry ready she makes the arrangements foi the egg. Sherry and egg, or egg flip, may be made by a very slight effort, and either will be fonnd nutritious to a remarkable degree. Physicians unite in the opinion that this wonderful co-operation—hen co-operation, as one may say of man and the hen—to make a soothing, nutritious and easily digested food for the invalid is one of the iuo3t wonderful of nature's great phenomena. There is a new house being finished on Sibley street, and the owner was so much annoyed by people asking him if it was for rent that he had a sign printed and hung in the window. It bore this unusual announcement: Wanted to Know. At this wild and singular appeal, which indicated that Hester Prynne's situation had provoked her to little less than madness, the young minister at once came forward, pale, and holding his hand over his heart, as was his custom whenever his peculiarly nervous temperament was thrown into agitation. He looked now more careworn and emaciated than as we described him at the scene of Hester's public ignominy; and whether it were his failing health, or whatever the cause might be, his large dark eyes had a world of pain in their troubled and melancholy depth. She kept on until I saw a change in her countenance. Her eye was entirely different. She did not know me any more. "Then I understand you to say, prisoner at the bar, that you did not steal a hog out of Morguet's pigsty?" French Justice, CHAPTER VII. THE LEECH. Thus Roger Chillingworth scrutinized his patiert carefully, both as he saw him in his ordinary life, keeping an accustomed pathway in the range of thoughts familiar to him, and as ho appeared when thrown amid other moral scenery, the novelty of which might call out something new to the surface of his character. He deemed it essential, it would seem, to know the man before attempting to do him good. Wherevei there is a heart and an intellect the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these. In Arthur Diinmesdale thought and imagination were so active and sensibility se intense that the bodily infirmity would be likely to have its groundwork there. So Roger Chillingworth—the man of skill, the kind and friendly physician— strove to go deep into his patient's bosom, delving among his principles, prying into his recollections and prol) THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR RENT. With a look of imperial scorn he went out, slamming the door behind him.— Chicago Tribune. Reason had deserted its throne. She no longer recognized friends. The mental strain was too much for her. We bound her and took her away and put her in a cell with another hen who had hovered all summer over a hot croquet ball while eggs were cents per dozen, and there she shrieked the hours away. She was mad! Under the appellation of Roger Cliillingworth, the reader will remember, was hidden another name, which its former wearer had resolved should nevej more be spoken. It has been related how, in the crowd that witnessed Hester Prynne's ignominious exposure, stood 41 man, elderly, travel worn, who, just emerging from the perilous wilderness, beheld the woman, in whom he hoped to find embodied the warnith and cheerful ness of home, set up as a type of sin before the people. Her matronly fame was trodden under all men's feet. Infamy was babbling around her in the public market place. For her kindred, should the tidings ever reach them, and for the companions of her unspotted life thert remained nothing but the contagion of her dishonor, which would not fail to be distributed in strict accordance and pro portion with the intimacy and sacreduess of their previous relationship. "Yes, my lord, I emphatically deny the charge. I'm as innocent as a new born lamb." Then people stopped and read the card, but did uot annoy the workmen or the owner by perambulating tho house, asking questions and suggesting improvements.A Yoici from the Wllilcrneu. "You persist in your denial?" "Certainly, and can prove it." "Let us hear." lf\ J Ilk i!: "It is quite 6imple. On the you mention, I stole a couple of chickens from Farmer Jeanfard; so you see"  That night when the owner of the new house had gone home to his supper two women called on him. "We .are house hunting." "I haven't any house," said the man crosslv. "There is truth in what she says," began the minister with a voice sweet, tremulous but powerful, insomuch that the hall re-echoed and the hollow armor rang with it; "truth in what Hester says, and in the feeling which inspires her! God gave her the child, and gave her, too. an instinctive knowledge of its nature and requirements—both seemingly so peculiar—which no other mortal being can possess. And, moreover, is there not a quality of awful sacredness in the relation between this mother and this child?" "That will do. The proof is conclusive. Prisoner, you are free. Gendarmes, show the gentleman but."— Monde Comique. The two lived on for a month or two, but after a short visit from a man who came to our house to obtain much needed rest in accordance with the advice of his physicians, it was noticed that they had gone somewhere, and the cook tells me that they figured on the menu one evening while he was here. The hen differs from man largely in her failure to grow teeth. Man succeeds in raising from two to live crops of teeth by natural means, and Mr. Foster, a friend of mine who has handled teeth all his life, tells me that in the realm of artificial teeth there are 1,800 different molds of teeth to tit and match the mouths of those who have outlived their original teeth. There are twenty-five standard shades of artificial teeth and 6,000 variations in constant nse by the oldest and most reliable dental bouse in "We saw your new house and"  "Did you read the card in the window?"Terrible Mistake. "Sayest thou so?' cried the governor. "Nay, we might have judged that such • child's mother must needs be a scarlet woman and a worthy type of her of Babylon. But she comes at a good time, and we will look into tliis matter forthwith." Queensware Merchant—What made that lady go out of the store so hurriedly?"Yes. that's what wo came about" I noticed ene evening that the table seemed to groan more than usual under its load of delicacies, and perhaps that was the time. "Goodness, woman, doesn't that card distinctly say that the house is not for rent?" Clerk—I don't know. I was showing her a vase  "But wliy isn't it for rent? We came on purpose to auk you that very ques tion." "Was that what you called it?" "Certainly." Governor Bellingham stepped through the window into the hail, followed by his three guests. ing everything with a cautions touch, like a treasure seeker in a dark cavern. * * * He—It's lots of fun to make fnn of society, isn't it? (With a groan.) "We have lost her custom forever. You should have called it a vawz. She's from Boston."—Chicago Tribune. "Aye!—how is that, good Master Dimmesdale?" interrupted the governor. "Make that plain, I pray you!" Then why—since the choice was with himself—should the individual, whose connection with the fallen woman had been the most intimate and sacred of them all, come forward to vindicate his claim to an inheritance so little desirable? He resolved not to be pilloried beside her on her pedestal of shame. Unknown to all but Hester Pryiine, and possessing the lock and key of hei silence, he chose to withdraw his name from the roll of mankind, and, as regarded his former ties and interests, to vanish otU of life as completely as if he indeed lay at the bottom of the ocean, whither rumor had long ago consigned him. This purpose once effected, new interests would immediately spring up, and likewise a new purpose; dark, it is true, if not guilty, but of force enough to engage the full strength of his faculties."Because," thundered the owner, "1 am going to live in it myself." Then ho showed them out and barricaded himself in.—Detroit Free Press. She—Yes; but its heaps more fun to be in society and be made fun of.— Truth. "Hester Prynne," said he, fixing his naturally stern regard on the wearer of the scarlet letter, "there hath been much question concerning thee of late. The point hath been weightily discussed whether we, that are of authority and influence, do well discharge our consciences by trusting an immortal soul, such as there is in yonder child, to the guidance of one who hath stumbled and fallen amid the pitfalls of this world. Speak, thou, the child's own mother! Were it not, thinkest thou, for thy little one's temporal and eternal welfare that she be taken out of thy charge, and clad soberly, and disciplined strictly, and instructed in the truths of heaven and earth? What canst thou do for the child in this kind?" America. "It must be even so," resumed the minister. "For, if we deem it otherwise, do we not thereby say that the Heavenly Father, the Creator of all flesh, hath lightly recognized a deed of sin, and made of no account the distinction between unhallowed lust and holy love? This child of its father's guilt and its mother's shame hath come from the hand of God, to work in many ways upon her heart, who pleads so earnestly, and with such bitterness of spirit, the right to keep her. It was meant for a blessing; for the one blessing of her life! It was meant, doubtless, as the mother herself hath told us, for a retribution too; a torture to be felt at many an unthought of moment; a pang, a sting, an ever recurring agony, in the midst of a troubled joy! Hath she not expressed this thought in the garb of the poor child, so forcibly reminding us of that red symbol which sears her bosom?" After a time, at a hint from Roger Chillingworth, the friends of Mr. Diinmesdale effected an arrangement by which the two were lodged in the same house, so that every ebb and flow of the minister's life tide might pass under the eye of his anxious and attached physician. There was much joy throughout the town when this greatly desirable object was attained. Jt was held to be the lDest possible measure for the young clergyman's welfare, unless, indeed, as often urged by such as felt authorized to do so, he had selected some one of the many blooming damsels, spiritually devoted to him, to become his devoted wife. This latter step, however, there was no present prospect that Arthur Dimmesdale would lie prevailed upon to take; he rejected all suggestions of the kind, as if priestly celibacy were one of his articles of church discipline. Doomed by his own choice, therefore, as Mr. Dimmesdale so evidently was, to eat his unsavory morsel always at another's board, and endure the lifelong chill which must be his lot who seeks to warm himself only at another's fireside, it truly seemed that this sagacious, experienced, benevolent old physician, with his concord of paternal and reverential love for the young pastor, was the very man of all mankind to be constantly within reach of his voice. This is a fact, and I have been to a good deal of trouble to look up this matter, as I know that even the most careless reader would like to know about it. Many of these shades are remembered by number by the trained salesman, but to remember the whole 0,000 would be out of the question. The Difference. Broke Up the Match. "For the charity fund* I'll do what I can do—you may put my name down for a hundred or two. What! haven't a list?" Then the millionaire drew a coin from his puree. "Here's a dollar for you. "--Chicago Tribune. The Emersonian Test. Wife—You know those imported pearl buttons that you got for me yesterday, darling. To Complete the Outfit. Briggs—That was a sad thing about Springier, wasn't it? He was engaged to be married to a beautiful girl; the day was set, the cards issued, when suddenly she broke it off. "I shall not open the door, Harvardson," said the Boston wife at 2 o'clock a. in., "until I have satisfactory evidence that you have not been spending the evening in riotous conviviality." C Husband— Yes. What about them? Wife—1 was thinking that it would be so nice if 1 had some sort of a gown to go with them.—Cloak Review. Griggs—What was the matter? "Your precaution, my dear," replied the Boston husband, who stood shivering on the outside, "is natural but unnecessary. I have been in attendance at an unusually interesting session of the Zoroaster club." Briggs—He wrote a description of hei wedding dress for a society paper and she accidently read it.—Cloak Review. It may be of interest also to know that these large tooth works at Philadelphia mak" a perfectly black tooth for use in those countries where the teeth, are blackened by the people who regard themselves as the sine qua non of society. American people lead the world in the manufacture of teeth and supply every quarter of the globe with good dentistry. The success of our American dentists is in the moutfis of the nobility of all nations. In Paris our American minister is brought into constant social conflict with an American dentist from Michigan. and one minister resigned l*ecause this dentist played against one of his receptions in Paris with a innsicale of his own. In London, an American dentist was the only American guest at the marriage of the Duke of Fife and the granddaughter of the queen. His name was Dr. Evans, and he showed me the card of invitation one Sunday upon the Thames and afterward gave ine a bite of the wedding cake. When I tell you that Minister Lincoln and I stood outside making a willow whistle in the The Tables Turned. A C'AAe of True Love. "Are you sure Parker married Mrs. P. for love?" He Wu All flight. Merchant—Your credentials are satisfactory. Have you a grandmother? Youth—No, sir. "Any dear old aunts?" "No, sir." "Certainly. Do you suppose a man who not only lets his wife buy his neckties, but actually wears them, doesn't love her passionately?"—Harper's Bazar. With clear, distinct enunciation he then repeated rapidly this passage from Emerson's essay on Plato, "Seashore, sea seen from the shore, Bhore seen from "Or great-aunts?" "No, sir." "I can teach my little Pearl what I have learned from this," answered Hester Prynne, laying her finger on the red token. the sea." A Correct DlHgnoNlfl. In pursuance of this resolve he took up his residence in the Puritan town, as Roger Chilling worth, without other introduction than the learning and intelligence of which he possessed more than a common measure. As his studies at a previous period of his life had made him extensively acquainted with the medical science of the day, it was as a physician that he presented himself, and as such *ras cordially received. Skillful men of the medical and chirurgieal profession were of rare occurrence in the colony. • • • Ami the door was thrown open at once.—Chicago Tribuno. First Friend (at the funeral)—Yes, Dr. Pellett told him he must take a rest, but Dick kept right on. "Or any other relatives who will be likely to die during the coming cricket season?" The Hen (to supposed gooee)—Get ont of here or I'll pick an eye ont of yon. "Woman, it is thy badge of shame!" replied the stern magistrate. "It is because of the stain which that letter indicates that we would transfer thy child to other hands." "N-o, sir." "Well said, again!" cried good Mr. Wilson. "1 feared the woman had no better thought than to make a mountebank of her child." Visitor (after the introduction)—Ah! You are the famous Dr. Twinly 1 have heard so much about. Are you still in active practice, doctor? Some Difference. Second Friend—But the doctor had his way after all. He was correct in his diagnosis.—Boston Transcript "You'll do."—1Tit-Bite. Wanted Visible Evidence. Hotel Clerk—Sorry, but can't accommodate your troop. "Nevertheless," said the mother calmly, though growing more pale, "this badge hath taught me—it daily teaches me—it is teaching me at this momentlessons whereof my child may be the wiser and better, albeit they can profit nothing to myself." _ "We will judge warily," said Belling- "1 had hoped for a different answer, Mabel," said the young man, with a bitterness and chagrin he took no pains to True to tlie Artistic Instinct. "Oh, not so! not so!" continued Mr. Dimmesdale. "She recognizes, believe me, the solemn miracle which God hath wrought in the existence of that child. And may she feel, too—what, methinks, is the very truth—that this boon was meant, above all things else, to keep the mnthar'n «nn) aliv« *rd teD nrrwerve her The Rev. Dr. Twinly—Oh, no; that is my brother who practices. 1 preach.— Boston Post. Theatrical Manager—You don't suspect we'd be elephants on your hands, do you? conceal "I dare say!" was the mocking rejoinder of the young woman. "You thought it was only necessary for you to hold out your hand to me and I would Hotel Clerk—Oh, not I've seen no signs of trunks yet.—Kate Field's Wash ington. Nothing Like Illm. Beats the world—the iinpecuniooe l amp.—Texas Sittings. The Pelican—What were ycra pleased to observe, madam?—Life. His form grew emaciated; his voice, The new alvxie of the two friends was with «. nioiiH wirfow of ffrwl flfiHiO rant.