Pittston Gazette

              E sTAnrXSHEIl I H.-o. • Vol.. XHII. NO. S. \ Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. I'tTTSTOX. UZEItXE C(K. I'A.. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER !D, 1892. A Weekly Local and Family journal. i PER ANNUM '( IX ADVANCE. yet ongiiteninginstautiy, oraveiy, wnen addressed, and striving to be her old gracious, radiaut self for the sake of these and other visitors from Pawnee— for the Twelfth has been detailed especially to lead the escort of the great commander, and all the way from -the frontier and only a few days home from fue stirring scenes of its fierce campaign Jhe regimeut has been brought hither by the orders of a general who knows their •forth as well he knows their wrongs and whos* soldier heart has felt for them in all their trials. rather than sees that one sweet ftgfc that beamed upon him has suddtpjy paled, that one graceful form  staggering back into Holden's Siting and expectant arms. Only two uL toons in the black troop today, for tlje others sleep beneath the wintry soil op'still languish in the hospital ward. /{July two platoons. Brewster heads the first: a tall, dark eyed, dark sergeant the second. just now «t least. she cannot quiet control her eyes. She cannot but mark with shy delight how her father's broad palm is laid npon her hero's shoulder as the veteran trooper looks into the younger soldier's face with an express sion she is thankful to see. All around the big, stiffly furnished, formal room, with laughter and with gladness old friends are meeting again for the first time in years—one at least of tin; joys of our nomad army life. The buzz of conversation, the remarks of Mr llidgeway, who clings to her side, and the sweet, thrilling strains of "Kigoletto" floating up from the rotunda, fall upon listless ears. Winifred is striving to catch his words, for now her mother has joined them, and her cordial, kindly voice ininglw with those about her. She cannot hear what is said except in mere snatches, a word here and there, but she can and does see that, though thoroughly courteous. Brewster is dignified. almost unresponsive. When her father makes some jovial allusion to hi* narrow escape at the Porcupine and would apparently refer to Brewster's rush to the rescuo, the latter seems to waive it aside and turn at once to another subject. Why will he lie so—so unlike his old self/ loved ones stroue tmoyantiv a V flOWil All Ui* you u be aoing U;ut sort or tiling, ne Holdeu's carriage is at the station, and so is Brewster. the winding road lit iJawnct heart breaking sorrow, all the vague• throbbing, quivering pain, come I jack to says significantly "You may rest assured that the impulse will remain, doctor. It is the outward ngn of an inward respect that every day has only served to strengthen." At noon Holden is at the hotel with a carriage, and Ellis, transmogrified, a decidedly distinguished looking civilian, steps forth from the vestibule and joins the doctor. . TEN YEARS OF ELECTRICITY. ODDS AND ENDS, "All right?—all arranged?" whispers the doctor, as he springs from the car and grasps the lieutenant's hand. The Murreloun Proirtu That Ha* Rnii It is Mean pig that is always squealing. Don't swear to your own honesty in a horse track. now she leans breathless Srcn ill a Single IDeCaCle. against the casement listening to the same sad. sweet, tearful old song Ten years ago the first central station for commercial incandrflcent lighting was established, and arc lighting was beginning to assume its present form; yet a single decade has seen the Use of electric light anil power advance from the experimental stage to t he very front ranks of industrial enterprises. "All right! Ken vein's just left him," answers Curly, and then busies himself lifting the merry children from the step, welcoming Mrs. Holden and carefully assisting Nita Guthrie to the platform.The sumaier girl makes love while the tnoou shines. Love mil, love nui« ye liapkw hoiih of elaj* One instant only she stands trembling there, then a great wob surges up in tier throat, and, burying her face in net hands, she bursts away, she runs she knows not whither. Out into the deserted c-orridor, along the carpeted aisle she spe-ds. Then to her left, wide open brightly lighted, she spies the elevator and, with the leap,of hunted hare to its form, she springs within. No one there She tries to shut the sliding door, but now some one is there—Brewster—and his one arm is too strong for her two An instant more and he is with tier blessing the fates that had earned ofl the attendant for a surreptitious look at the departing regiment. With quick decision Curly pulls the starting rope, and when the car has glided softly upward just half way to the ne.nt floor cheeks its motiou, then springs to her side „\evw» till that instant had he known the full misery of a crippled and useless arm. A seed that will not grow is no bettor than one that is rotten. It is decidedly ill bred to eat anything, even confectionery, in the street. The race track is a bad place to go oh the first day of your vacation. eopvmoHT, ma, j. •. uwncott comwirf, rUIUSHCB BY IMCUb ARIUHlMWINT WITH THW "There's Sergeant Ellis!" cries Mrs. Berrien, in her pride and pleasure. "And he's shaved off his beard. Did you ever see him look so young and well?' "To Warren L. Guthrie's office," is the brief order, and the carriage rolls rapidly away. "You happy fellow!" she murmurs. "How can I congratulate you? It's announced, is it not?" And for a moment she seems, despite pallor and fatigue, the old buoyant, radiant Nita. The most recent estimate of the capital invested in the electrical industries in the United States is $700,000,000, and 6f tliU amount $3o0,000,000 represents the proportion which electric lighting and powet have attained; $100,000,000 is also the esti mated investment in electrical supplies, of which the electric lighting and railway appliances constitute a large proportion. The influence which the Kdisra and Thomson-Houston companies exeifel in the development of the electrical industry will be further appreciated if we consider the slow progress made in this branch of science previous to the time of their organization. The telegraph was fit that time almost the only important application to which electricity had been adapted, and lighting by means of the voltaic art hail bee»accomplished by Sir Humphry Davy as early as 1810 by means of a battery of .1,000 cells, it was not until 1867, when Dr. Siemens announced his invention of the self exciting dypamo, that any material progress toward the science of electric lighting was made. ' Late that evening old Kenyon, dropping in to see the doctor, found the tall cavalryman seated at a desk in Holden's library, and, as he promptly arose and stood erect in acknowledgment of the presence of the post commander, the major strode straight up to him and held out his hand: [continued. ) "Mrs. Holden is with Miss Guthrie now," says Holden, after a moment's silence. "As yet she is to be told nothing—as you desire; but should wo hear favorably aa to the commission liefore our return to Pawnee?" he asked tentatively.In reading uid studying, the page should be held aHbout a foot frooi the eye. It was in his power to give this honor to others, but though his own old regiment is within easy call, he means that the people shall see for themselves what manner of men are these whom press Mid pnlpit have assailed, and against whose fair fame the shafts of slander have been hurled, only to fall blunted and broken or, like boomerangs, come hurling back about the ears -of the thrower. Vindicated by the verdict of his peers, donbly vindicated by the highest powers of the land, gray haired Farquhar is chosen to command the escort, and, though the flower of the nation's soldiery marches in the funeral train this day, the eyes of all the gathered throng are strained to see and hail and honor the standard and the guidons of the men who bore tho brunt of battle only two short months gone by. But Mrs. too, has turned, r.r.d does not heed. Her watchful eyes, her attentive ears, have other work to do. Obedient to her husband's touch. k!i« has drawn close to hi# side. It is into her arms and his that, with one quick,  iug, stifled cry, Nita Gruthrie has fallen as though stricken by a bolt from heaven. It is by these loving arms the limp and prostrate form is quickly borne within and laid upon the sofa, and Holden whispers to his devoted wife. "It is all clear now." D "Announced?" answers Curly. "My mother-in-law elect—God bless her— says my face announced it before that elevator could reach the lower floor." Gladstone was in power when he introduced his home rule bill, in April, 1896. Weak pearla&h water is said to be good te remove stains eauaed by acids on soarlet woolen goods. "No. doctor. If we meet again it must be as I was, not what this campaign ha* made me." They drive rapidly up the winding road, and, though plainly nervous and excited, the fair guest never loses her presence of mind. She has something appreciative to say as they pass each familiar object—the lower gate, where the spruce sentry stands at a carry in salute; the guardhouse, where the relief is jnst forming; the broad west gate; the brightly lighted barracks across the parade; the group of trumpeters iu the moonlight out under the tall, glistening flagstaff. Then come the rush of Murphy and Kathleen to open the door and assist them to alight; the rapturous greeting between the children and their Hibernian friends; the fragrance of coffee floating in from the kitchen; the hickory logs snapping and sparkling in the fireplace; the old familiar rooms; the swinging lamp in the hall. In south America the native children will drag hug* centipedes ont of fcheir hole* and crunch lib em up. "Sergeant. I am as proud and pleased as your own father could be. Witan a whole regiment recommends a man for a commission, as this day's mail tells us. it's worth more than all the senatorial backing in Columbia It may not fetch it, l*ut I'd rather have it. Now, have you any frieuds io aid you?" "None in the world, *ir." "No relati roaV N» km? Not even" a "What you have made yourself, man! Don't talk of it in that way. The Lord made you a gentleman. Yon made yourself a soldier." It is becoming more and more the fashim to hang lace curtains straight, so as te •how their fnll design. The cool night that you can sleep is the one that the baby choose* to be walked up and down until daylight. Ellis smiles. , "A gentleman despite night prowling and petty larceny?" That night, the long ceremonies of the day concluded, a throng of fair women and brave men are gathered in the jDarlors and corridor of the great hotel. Down iu the marbled court below some Italian musicians are playing soft, sweet music. Out in the street, under the glare of tho electric light, a fine regiment of state troops has drawn up in long extended line and is standing at ease while its officers are bidding farewell to a host of friends upon the walks below. Here and Above are soldiers of all branches of the service, who with the morning's sun will be scattering to their stations again. Some are clustered in the broad vestibules and ou the office floor. Others, the juniors mainly, are paying their respects to the wife of the commanding general and to the ladies of the Twelfth, for on the morrow they, too, with the regiment, take flight for their prairie home. Maine supplies the mest of the Christmas trees used in New York oily and export* many to south Amerioa. "Winifred, sweet one. listen!" he cries seizing a slander wrist and striving to draw her hand away, as. sobbing, she crouches in the corner of the cage, while his brave young heart is thumping with a joy and e.rnltation it never knew b®- fore. His blue eyes are aflame with love and gladness. "Well," says. Holdon, "that's something 1 leave you to settle with her. It seems you only carried out a fair warn- Harl:! From the street below the ringing call of the bugle! Randolph pokes his head in through tho other window:"Not even a congressman. A sister, perhaps; bnt that is alL" "Well, well, well! Never mind, though, my lad: we'll see you through. "What yon must do is get strong and welL You're but the ghost of yourself, md the doctor and I have moved yon over here as a matter we owe the regiment. 1 thought you were told to go to bed an hour ago. Which is your room?" "The doctor has giveu me the run of the top floor, sir, but mine is the front room on this side," answered • Ellis gravely. From one sugar pins tree felled last winter in the Sierra mountains fourteen logs were cot, each 16 fe«t long. ing, thougn or course you nau no iaea of the ghastly effect it would have. But yon nevar told me how you reached that balcony." And with the squadrons and the guns from Pawnee came such of the wounded officers as were well enough to be transported hither, and with them half a dozen of the ladies of the garrison. To the huge delight of the old battalion, two of whose troops are cruelly thinned in numbers now, the jovial major is permitted by Dr. Holden to mount "Old Glory" and take his position in front of the line. To the tremulous joy of Winifred Berrien, Mr. Brewster has telegraphed from Washington, whither he was summoned immediately after the close of the investigation at the agency, bidding them bring Iris horse and equipments, for even though he cannot draw saber he means to rido with "the black troop" on this day of days. She has not seen him 6ince that wonderful morning when, like a young snow king, he burst through the fleecy barriers abont them and stood before her rejoicing eyes their rescuer, her father's preserver, her lover, her hero; and ever since in his pride he has held aloof from her and all she holds dear. She can hardly hush the fluttering of her heart as now, near at hand, she hears the familiar strains of the trumpets of the Twelfth, still sounding the mournful dead march. Other ladies of the Twelfth are here—Mrs. Hazlett, Mrs. Gorham and Mrs. Warren; and small wonder can there be that their soft eyes fill with tears. Ever since the brief and bloody campaign the sad, solemn tones have been their daily music. The crape is not yet rusting on the sword hilts of their lordB, worn in iionor of poor Thorpe and Rand and Burrows, when it is renewed for the general in chief. "Come out, all of you. Come and see tbem march away." It is that handsome regiment from the Queen City. And in a trice, men and women, they are pouring out upon the roof of the portico. At the Paris exhibition of 18T8 the system of electric lightning invented by Jablochkoff, by means of which several of the st reets of Paris were lighted by electricity, proved an incentive to iriflantors which re suited in the production orthe modern type of arc lamp, which wrs in a comparatively experimental stage at the time of the organization of the American Klectric company of New Britain. The incandescent lamp had received less attention at the hands of scientists than the arc lamp when Edison announced his invention. The division of the electric cu/rent into small units had been a long standing problem before the scientists of that day, but all the experhnents previous to Edison's invention had been in the direction of a filament of low resistance, which obviously required a prohibitive amount of copper to conduct the current for a few lamps, even over short distances. The in vention of a high resistance filament marked the turning point in the history of incandescent electric lighting. Thus wc see that the whole of this great industry has practically come into existence within a single decade. The men who have been leaking history at such a j-apiij rate have lDeen so engrossed with the present and the immediate future that they have paid little attention to the preserve tion of records, etc., that would not only be of interest but of great practical value to the great army of young men who have taken up the science of electrics as a field for their life work. In the work on the Richmond road experiments were made with, perhaps, seventy-five different designs for a trolley. No memoranda or photographs were preserved, and not even Mr. Sprague himself can tell today just what a half dozen of them were. This is only one instance out of many where data have been irrevocably lost.—Electricity. Daring last year she taking* at the Parisian tkattm amounted toM.flM.OM, or a early flM.OOQ move than hi 1996. "Bssily enough, doctor. 1 simply took a light rope and grappling hook from the firehouse, climbed up the rear porch at the end awarjr from where Kathleen and Murphy were, went along the south slope of the main roof to the chimney, slung the rope about it anil lowered myself gontly to the balcony, then threw off my overcoat and stood at the open window. She had gone, and I thought I was too late, but catching sight of the very picture whose return she had demanded and which 1 had sworn to have again as well as to see her, 1 was just entering when 1 heard her step upou the stairs. 1 did not see her. I do not see how it was iwssiblo for her to see me; yet there came that scream of terror, and the fall aud then the rush. It all flashed over me in «n instant that I had been guilty of a mad brained prank—that it would never do to be caught there: it could never be explained. 1 was up on tho roof in a second, snatched away the hook aad rope, crouched down to the back porch, waited a moment for Murphy and Kathleen to run inside, then slid to It ia said that nmbveHas have am almost bwnan anMpaHjy to a opowd. "One ait a time," is tf)• raowo of the umbrella. "Listen! Don't cry so! I must tell yon." "Come along!" shouts old Berrien. "Come along! Let's give 'em a cavalry send off." And away he goes at the heels of the throng. "Come, Berengaria, you want to see this regiment, 1 tell you. It's a beauty. And such a band!" But Berengaria holds back an instant. R-r-r-r-riugl goes the confounded ele vator bell. She springs to her fe*t. sti fling her sobs, conquering her womanly weakness. "Welcome to Pawnee once more, Nita," says Holden. clasping both her hands. "We've had enough of Qjile cheeks and drooping spirits. We've brought you here to recall the roses—to win you back to joy and health, and to your own old room, Nita. Now will you promise not to feint this time, no matter what spooks you see?" Slate floors should be pojishad, robbing *rst with a smooth, flat pteeo of pnniw •tone, and finally polish wttfo rotten stone. The great cantilever bridge at Xia#w* falls is entirely composed of steel. It ia 810 feet in length, weighs 8,000 tons and cost 1000,000. "Oh. do lot me put!" she cries, diish ing away tho tears "Well, it's time for you to turn in. so I order it. Let me see. This is the twenty-fifth of January. A month from now, or two at most, I hope to see you with a strap on your shoulder, and long before that with the flush of health in your cheek. Now good night to you and pleasant dreams." And the major strode away. "1 won't." he Hnswers. with such a joyous, teasing triumph in his deep tones. "Though a million meu a nun ute ring that bell, I'll never let you go now—never. You cruel, wicked, heartless girl, you sent ine away"  "Winifred, dear, your wraps are not here, and 1 fear it is too chilly for you." With the modern elevator almost any speed desired can be obtained; It all depends upon the power used and the distance traveled. "Oh, I'll throw my caiDe over her," bursts in Ridge way. "Just the thing! Come, Miss Berrien. Where's yonr cape. Curly? You bring Mrs. Berrien, will you?" And, rejoicing in his finesse, Air. Ridgeway offers his arm. She is trembling violeutly. She looks into his beaming face with eager, questioning, imploring eyes. The hour is late, and several of -those present have just come in from a somewhat subdued and quiet entertainment given in their honor at one of the beautiful homes of the city. The solemn nature of the duty that has called tliem hither precludes the possibility of any general gathering, but the dinner to which the Berriens and others were bidden has lasted so long that Winifred began to believe it would never end, and Mrs. Berrien has seen all too plainly that, though she strove to appear joyous and appreciative, her daughter longed to leave the scene and return to the hotel, where, as was well known, many of the officers were to spend the evening. Not until nightfall had the Twelfth passed by on its return from the march to the distant cemetery, and ks they jogged along at ease one or two of the troop or platoon commanders, in answer to joyous hail from the sidewalk, had reined out of column by old Berrien's permission and dismounted under the portico, but Brewster, smiling, hod shaken his head and gone on with his blacks to the muddy cantonment far down at the southern verge. Winifred was already dressed for dinner. She had hastened to her room as soon as they returned from the Guthries", and Mrs. Berrien made no comment. She well understood that the girl's one thought was to be ready to welcome if he should come. There was uo telling at what minute he might be announced. And though they were not to leave the hotel until nearly seven, Winifred was ready at four. The mother heart yearned overher child as she saw how the shadows deepened in her dark eyes when the column went on out of sight in the wintry gloaming, Brewster with it. The stockmen of South Dakota have recently imported from Tennessee a number of Russian wolf honnds to help in the oxtermination of wolves, which have of late been killing numbers of calves and c#Dlts. "Oh, do let me out, Mr. Brewster'' she pleads. "Indued yon must. |K-r r-r-r-ring.| There's that awful bell "Come, dear," whispers Mrs. Holden. "I'm going up with you." Only an hour after sunset the silver disk of the moon had ri*en cloudless and unveiled, and now, as the bugle was calling the belated ones back to the post tor night inspection of quarters, the bur ul8hed shield was high aloft, flooding the broad valley with its radiant sheen, throwing black shadows upon the broad roadway, the white picket fence, the glistening verandas at the post. Holden, returning from a late visit to some of his patients at the hospital, stopped and looked quickly and intently up at the little gallery oveAanging the eastward wall. again " The doctor summons the children into the dining room to see the lovely flowers on the table. Mrs. Holden twines her arm about her cousin's waist, and up the stair they slowly go. Nita trembles more and more. They are within u few steps of the landing, and as they come in sight of the open door Nita shrinks closer to her cousin's side. Three steps mors and in the dark chamber there gleams that silvery shield of mirror between the dim white curtains, retlectmg tne dazzling moonlight from •without. They reach the landing and Miss Guthrie pauses, breathless, unnerved. She can go no farther. "My cape's down stairs in the office." answers Brewster, shortly. "You seat me away," he calmly con tinnes, while his eyes dance and gleam TOMBSTONE POETRY."" "Yes, and whatever you do, Brewster, don't you go out in the night air without it." ouietly remarks Dr. Holden at this juncture, as he follows the party. "utterly miserable because of your cold ness aud constraint. Yen knew I war shiped tho very ground you stood upon You knew 1 loved you better than any thing in the wide world" (li-r-r-r-r-r B-r-r-r-r-r-ring!) Some Specimens That Are Old, bat Al- Tho tombstone poet belonged to a time that ie past. He lies in his own grave now and he wonld find his occupation gone if he could return to life. He wonld be surprised and saddened by the fact that an advanced stage af civilization has made his poetry unpopular, and that his rhymes touch the risibles instead of the hearts of those who read them now. ways Good. "Orders are orders," laughs Mrs. Berrien. "Sorry for you, Mr. Brewster, but.you'll hav* /to see them through our eyes. Yes, thank you, Mr. Ridgeway," as she possesses herself of that young trooper's arm, "I shall be very glad of your cape." And Ridgeway. with one stupefied backward glance, recovers himself and goes. "1 must go. sue pleads, struggling hard to free the hand he has clas[Ded. *Ch, »3t», Mr. tftwster."' Mt« ground, hid the rope under the wood* pil* ia Hie dark cellar, squeezed through a gap in tho fence into tho captain's yard next door—they were all over at the Hnzletts'—then donned my overcoat and joined tho men ruuning up from the laundresses' quarters. Late at night, as the sentry told Captain Rolfe, I went back, ostensibly to get my pipe, and recovered tho rope and hook. That was all." "Yon shall: you shall the very instant you nave paid toli. Miss iJemen," he laughs low. (R-r-r-r-r-r- B-r-r-r-r-ring!) "I'll put you out on any floor you wish, when yon have said just two words." "Nita, it waa no ghost you saw," whispers Mrs. Holden. "Shall 1 call him?" In the front room, that which he had assigned to Ellis, a light burned dimly. The Venetian window of the rear room leading to the gallery was dark, yet open, and on the little ledge, leaning against the casement, the moonlight gleaming on his face and form, a tall soldier was gazing intently eastward. Quietly Holden strode along, entered the gate, went noiselessly into the hall and up the stairs. The door from Ntta's room to the landing stood wide open. At this juncture a person standing outside would have seen the silent occupant ,of "Robbers' Roost" turn with sudden start and peer into the room, for Holden, his eyes fixed upon the gleaming, glistening space between the two rear windows and jnst over the toilet table, had purposely dropped his heavy stick with resounding clatter upon the landing floor. "1 thought so," he muttered in serene satisfaction. Then picking up his stick he calmly strolled across the threshold and into the dark room. Winifred is still standing by the curtained window, half hidden by the projection of the chimney and its marble mantel. Very, very lovely she is in her -dinger toilet, a simple gown, clinging in its soft, creamy folds about her slender form, a necklace of rare pearls, a beautiful quaint old heirloom, looped below her fair, rounded throat, its pendant rising and falling rapidly, unevenly now, for her heart is throbbing hard. One moment Brewster hesitates, casta a quick glance around, then stej* forward to her side. The modern man or woman does not weep over an epitaph like this, said to be cm a tombetone in an old Conneotteut cemetery: "Oh, quick! Do let me go!" and she makes a frantic lunge at tho starting rope, hut too late. IIi3 daring arm is around her now. fie can use but one, and that has enfolded urA drawn her close to his breast. Tho clatter of tho bell Li deafening. "Oh. please," she murmurs, struggling in vain and glancing up in his glorified face. One instant the blue eyes dilate, wild with hope, incredulity, joy and fear, all intermingled. Then there is the sound of a quick, springing step along the hall. A tall, dark haired, dark eyed soldier fairly leaps toward them. Nita turns quickly at the sound, and then with outstretched arms throws herself forward to meet him. No terror, no anguish now, but, as she is clasped to his heart, joy unutterable in her stifled cry, in tho one word—"Harold!" Here lies the body of Jane Brest; She kicked up her heels and away she went. The following epitaph is of both modern and ancient origin, the last two lines having been added by some unfeeling wag: Mary Ann lies here to rest. With her head on Abraham's breast. Holden ponders a moment A Man Evicted In His Collin. And now the crowds have drifted back from the asphalt. The platoon of mounted police has slowly clattered by. Then in long rank, boot to boot, scuffled in their blue overcoats, the yellow lined capes turned back, led by their veteran chief and guiding their spirited grays with hardly a touch of rein, the trumpeters of the Twelfth cover the street from curb to curb, the brazen bells uplifted and pouring forth their mournful strains. A little space, and then, mounted on mettlesome bay in the rich housings of a general officer, there rides the marshal of the parade, followed by rank after rank of staff officers, all in the somber dark blue of the service. The autumn frosts of a vigorous life havo silvered the strands at his temple and tinged with ruddy glow the cheeks of that firm and soldierly face, but the eyes gleam clear and clean as ever they shone a quarter century ago, when he and Farquhar spurred through the misty forest aisles about Dinwiddie and led the cheering troopers to the charge on Pickett's crouching line at the Forks. He knows the fair party on the Guthrie balcony at a single glance, and touches the visor of his forage cap as he moves slowly by, then summons an aid, gives 1 him a low toned order, and the officer reins aside to let his comrades pass, then jogs back down the avenue to meet the column. And now necks are craning on every side, and a murmur runs along the crowded banquette, "My wifo has told mo what she knew of your interview with Mr. Guthrie after poor Jack's daatb; but Miss Gnthrie would never speak of what passed between herself and you." An extraordinary eviction is reported from Cashel, County Tipperary/ A tenant named Frank Dwyer refused to give up possession of liis house to the representatives of his late landlord, contending that the latter had left hioi the house, together with a coffin, which he kept beside his bed in his room. Dwyer barricaded his house against eviction, and the only means of egress was a ladder to the roof. On the evictors appearing outside Dwyer shouted that they could not evict him out of the coffin; tlnvt he would go into the coffin and they must put him out, coffin and all. After some further parley, Dwyer agreed to give up possession, but onlyon condition that he should be evicted while in the coffin. The key of the door was thrown from the roof and the bailiff and police entered. "Not until yAi «sy, 'Yes, Carroll.' Now, quick! do you love me, just a little?" No an.*Ter. Head bowed again, and now on the only available resting place. [B-v r-r- B-r-r-r-r-r- B-r-r-r-r-riug!) "1 can't hear," he laughs low and joyously, and the blajd head bows until the curling mustache ia sweeping her flivih' d aud tear wet cheek. "Did you speak. Miss. Berrien?"' On tho pale, clear cut face the lines of care and sorrow and privation seem to deepen. Tho shadows darken about the mournful eyes. "1 suppose 1 should never have blnmed her as 1 did," he auswers, "but 1 was mad with grief over Jack, with helpless, hopeless indignation over Percival's accusation; and then, of all others, to have her turn against ine as she did—that was the bitterest cup! Her father's influence in her overwrought condition was wliat did it, I suppose; but she drove me from her sight as though I were indeed a felon, demanded tho return of every line and trinket she liad ever given me —even that prized little carte do visite I had carried about me for a year. It was then, when she declared she would never look upon my faco again, that 1 went wild with misery, or despair, I suppose. 1 swore that sooner or later she should see me, and that before I died her x icture would be back here in its old place, and then 1 left her. God knows, the experiences of the years that followed might have knocked the romantic nonsense out of any man. My poor sister seemed to be the only one who had any faith left in me. 1 wandered all over tho west as Ralph Erroll, mining, 'grab staking,' working like a dog. Which was all right and proper enough unta the wag added: i It's very nice for Mary Ann, But rather tough on Abraham. In an old cemetery in Spencer, Mass., may be found this: ~f Here lies the mother of children seven. Three on earth and four in heaven; Those who died desiring rather To go with mother than to live with father. THE END. "Possibly, we can see from this win dow. Miss Berrien," he says, as he raises the Btiiide. And together they disappear into the curtained alcove. A Little Hard of Hearing. A great deal of merriment has just been excited in one of the Paris law courts owing to the very odd answers given by a defendant to the questions addressed to him by the judge. The family of which he was a member was the possessor tit a dog which had been bitten. As it was believed to be affected with rabies, orders had lDeen given to destroy the animal. One Of his kinsfolk, who was examined before he was called, declared that she had preferred to "lose" the dog; so one morniug she repaired to the Halles, got aniong'a -crowd, and then made the best of her way home, leaving the poor beast to look after itself. When the judne animadverted on Jier conduct In thus turning a dog "which was reputed to be mad" loose on society, she quietly replied, "It had only been bitten." It was now the turn of the male representative of the family. The judge began by inquiring why he had not killed the dog. "I beg your pardon, mon president, she can't come ou account of her health!" was the answer which he received. "What, the dog?" asked the judge, much puzzled. "Yes, and here is the doctor's certificate." But they cannot see. This window, like the other, looks upon the roof of the portico, and the backs of their numerous friends are visible, but not the street—not tho departing soldiery in whom such interest is felt. It is chilly here by the cold, glassy barrier. A bright coal tire is blazing in the grate. Both have been warned not to take cold, yet neither seems to think of that fire. •Yes, Carroll.' A mw«t whisper. And while the following is not poetical in its construction, it tells the whole truth with a touching simplicity of detail:"Louder, please. Miss Berrien." Oh, what eloquence there is in that one clasping arm! They found Dwyer ixx the coffin, a rough, unpainted one, lying on his back and wearing a tall «ilk hat, around which was twined an old white veil. Owing to the stairs being too narrow the party bad to lower the coffin with its living inmate through one of the windows. As the coffin descended Dwyer loudly protested against his illegal eviction, the largo crowd being convulsed with laughter. As soon as the coffin reached terra firma the boys raised it up, and Dwyer, sitting upright, was coffined around the town, the crowil cheering lustily.—London Tit-Bits. "Beautiful view of a moonlight night. Ellis. That was Miss Guthrie's favorite perch when she was here." CHAPTER XV. At that moment she could almost share her husband's idea of briujring the young man to his knees then and there. What business had he playing the indifferent in this utterly unsoldierly fashion? How'dare he treat Winifred with coldness? She had done him no wrong. Not since that night of the last hop at Pawpee, the night the marching orders came, had there been opportunity for the girl to speak to him at all. Of course the major had been brusque and repellent and had virtually forbidden his further attentions; but, heavens, that wus not Winifred's doing, and both the major and herself had endeavored to show him, without unnecessary allusion to the matter, that whatsoever might have been the suspicions or impressions aroused by the singular conduct of that middle aged married flirt at Pawnee, they no longer entertained the faintest ill opinion of him. Indeed, Mrs. Berrien never had. Blue blooded herself, her faith iu buu sang was deep rooted. She had always liked Brewster, but she was a Joyal wife and would in no wise act counter to her husband's wishes. It was now, when Mr. Brewster seemed allowing his pride and resentment to prompt him to this undeserved and cruel wounding of her daughter's heart, that Mrs. Berrien first felt any nukindliness. She could have made him suffer for it. but that she knew it would hurt Winifred as well. Without a word, but just so soon as the last of the yellow cape linings disappeared from view, Winifred had turned from the parlor and Igain sought her room. Mrs. Berrien tent a bell boy for Mr. Randolph, who. laving dismounted at the entrance, was standing, the center of a group ut friends, in the marble floored office below, and Randolph came up with the next trip of the elevator. "Oh, please, let me go! Yes, yes! yes!—if I must." And then the bell rattles madly, but nnavdlingly, and for the instant neither hears. For the instant she can speak uo more, for tho soft, red lips are sealed. AHN E., Wife of Jeremiah Walters, died November 16, 1?C8, aged 68 years, 5 months. She was a true and faithful wife to each of the following persons:Enoch Francis, John Sherman, William Ncassen, J. Walters. •'No. I'm afraid we can't see them here," says Wiaifred, inanely. "But fvon't you go and get your cape?" Two minutes later, as that brightly lighted car glides down and comes to a stop at the parior t'.oor, a flushed and wrathful youth confronts the tall cavalryman who calmly s!eps forth as though ou air and holds out a warning hand. The round faced, puffed cheeked cherubs, with their expressions of perfect rapture, do not appear on the modern tombstone, but they abound in all old New England cemeteries, and are queer examples of what was one® thought beautiful and appropriate for tombstone ornamentation. The wfiter remembers seeing on one of these old tombstones a earring of a chrysalis just below that of the cherub. Below the chrysalis were the words, "Ketorah as she was," while below that of the grinning, round faced cherub, with its head set flat on its shoulders, were the words, ' 'Keturah as she is."—Detroit Free Press. "I saw them today, and 1 can setthem again tomorrow." "Tomorrow? Where?" And now the dark eyes, full of trouble, glance quickly up. Pear those sonnds from belowl The shrill voice of the colonel: ■•Column of fours. Break from the right to uiarcb to the left." Tho inevitable boom, bonm. br-r-oom, boom, boom, of the drums Loud plaudits and cheers from the crowd. Lively applause from the iortico. Low voice are indistinguishable here at the window. Brewster pull* down the shade; it may shut out the poise, thin as it is, and so long as one see anything, why have it up'J "Young' man. if ever 1 hear of you quitting yoar post again aud allowing a novica to get caught between floors, you'll get into trouble. It's lucky for you l'tn the only one who can tell anything about it this time." But the wrath is gone, and with bulging eyes the hoy glares at the round gold piece in his palm, then at the vanishing lieutenant and then into the empty car. The usual order of things was reversed recently in Chester, England, when asuit for breach of promise of marriage was brought against a woman and decided against her. The plaintiff was a young farmer named Albert Timmis, and he sued Miss Mary Birch, a young woman of small for tune. The plaintiff said that for two or three years Miss Birch had "kept him dangling at her heels just to please her vanity, without the slightest intention to redeem her promise to marry him. At the last moment *be threw him over in a most heartless fashion. She said she was "too good for a farmer's wife." She also in slnuated that he was after her »ntoney. The young farmer said he wanted to clear his character of theso aspersions. The judge said the' youux man had a real grievance; his letter* revealed manly and touching sentiments and he had been badly treated. The jury gave him fifty pounds damages. Reversing the Umtal Order. Explosions of laughter broke out in court, which increased when the defendant produced.a pocketbook and took thervfroni a piece of paper, which was handed to the judge, who. exclaimed, "What do you wapt me to do with this?" No reply was forthcoming. "Are you deaf ?" "Xo." "Then reply." "It la a sore throat." There was a renewed exhibition of merriment, which by no means diminished when the judge, after reading the document, said, "Why, you have passed me a certificate stating that your wife"— and was interrupted by the defendant with the cry, "She was not mad"— "that your wife is suffering from sore throat," continued the judge gravely. "Then you can understand that this was uot a reason for killing her," replied the prisoner. A murmur that fain wonlil break forth In a c Ufer but for the solemn occasion of their coming. Eyes gleam and brighten; lips stir with inarticulate greeting; hands, kerchiefs and hats are waved in voiceless acclaim- Any other time and all the great city would burst into tumultuous cheer, for here rides gray haired Farquliar at the head of his staff, and just behind them, commanding the Twelfth, still pallid from his wounds, but erect and soldierly as ever, tlie senioi* major, dear old Berrien, lowers his saber in acknowledgment of the salute of the aid. bends his ear to listen to the message, glances quickly at the balcony into the smiling face of his wife, meeting Winifred's dark and glowing eyes, but shakes his head, motions to Dr. Holden, who is at bis left rear, and ambles on. Holden nods appreciatively C n receipt of what seems to be a similar message, reins out of column, followed by his orderly, dismounts at the side street, and presently is standing by his wife's side, welcomed most cordially by Miss Guthrie to the now crowded balcony. "1 waa starving in the hills when Brewster came to my aid. I couldn't take his money without telling him something of my story, but 1 gavo no names, fie doesn't know today anything about the old trouble—doesn't dream that he well knows the people who were once my most cherished friends. It was through him 1 enlisted, and within three mouths a mine 1 had located and yet couldn't sell for a dollar began to pay. By the time we reached Pawnee my half interest in it proved worth all my years of toil. Then I thought to see her again—took my furlough at the very time her father was west trying to fi::d me and undo the wroug he had done, and—you know the rest. She was hero, and I returned only to ler.ru that she was about to leave aud that Captain Rolfe was her accepted lover. Bearded, aged, uniformed as 1 was, I believed she would not know me even if wo were to meet face to face, aud believing, more, that no vestige of the regard she once felt for me remained, believing, too, that she was to marry Captain Rolfe, I waa bitter, brutal, mad enough to strive to carry out my vow. Twice 1 had seen her on that balcony on the moonlit evenings, and I determined that the night of her departure she should see me for the last time. You know the rest. I shaved clean, so as to look as much as possible as I did in the old days, wore my civilian dress and—nearly killed her." Homeward bound! The horses are all aboart I. The second battalion has steamed away. Berrien's men from the car windows are answering the cheers of the crowds of citizens assembled to see them off. The ladies, safely ensconced in the cozy interior of the Pullman, are saying adieu to the number of friends, army and civilian, who have accompapied them to the train. The conductor h;'.s just reported "All ready, sir," to Major Berrien, who goes back in command, aud Wiuifred. clinging to her mother's side, peers eagerly over the heads of the surrounding throng. Holden signals to his Ijetter half to come off. unless she prefers going back to Pawnee without him, and with much laughter and playful effort to keep her aboard, in which the jovial major is most prominent, that popular young matron is finally lifted from the rear platform. Sir. Ridgewav, who has attached himself to Miss Berrien's side, becomes suddenly aware that she has disappeared and returned to the interior, also that Curly Brewster, waving a brown telegraph envelope over his head, has shouldered his way into the crowd and is making for the car. "Wants another goodby word, 1 suppose," growls Ridgeway to himself, in deep disgust, yet comforted with the thought that the train will be off in a moment, leaving Brewster behind. Far forward a bell begins to ring, the steam to hiss; the couplings of the box cars jerk and strain; the horses snort aud stamp in their wooden cages; the motion reaches the rear of the train, and the Pullman leaps forward with sudden start, then settles into slow, gentle glide along the polished rails. She Wu. "Where?" she repeats. "1 thought they went east, and that we"— But she gets no further. The pearl pendant is rising and falling like a storm towed shallop. Her slender fingers are nervously twisting and untwisting her filmy handkerchief. Tramp, tramp, tramp, echoing the drum beats, the column of fours is striding away down the applauding thoroughfare. Then, as the baud clears the left flank of the line and opens out across the street, joyous, spirited, ringing, it bursts into martial song. Where had she heard that introduction before? Surely there's something familiar. But she has no time to think of that now. The car was not half full, but the yonth in the new spring suit plumped himself down by the side of the handsome girl in gray. Kita, with outstretched arms, throus her self forward to meet Mm A great city is draped in mourning. On every side, at half staff, the national flag hangs limp and lifeless in the moist and misty air, as though of its own volitoin drooping in honor of the soldier dead. Under the sodden skies, through thronged yet silent streets, in long, long column chosen detachments of soldiery are leading to its final resting place the darouded clay of him who to such glorious purpose had led the Union blue in every field from the Mississippi to the sea, and wb" through long years of honored service .anked foremost on the rolls of the army—foremost perhaps in the great heart of the people. For days, as though in sympathy with the widespread grief, the heavens have poured their floods upon the brown and leafless slopes. All nature seems plunged in wintry gloom. The black smoke from a host of stacks and chimneys has settled down "Possibly—aw—yon are holding this seat," he said, with an engaging smile, "for some gentleman?' "I was," she said, with a little sigh of disappointment, "but he doesn't seem to have come." At length in despair the jndge got an usher to explain the matter to the defendant, who, after admitting that he was "a little hard of hearing," quietly remarked: "Ahl my dog, is it? Well, I didn't kill it, voila tout!" Finally it transpired that the animal had been sold, and each of the defendants was sentenced to the payment of a fine of sixteen francs.—Cor. London Telegraph.The Shadow Dance, And the youth in the new spring suit presently got up and wandered on into the next car ahead.—Chicago Tribune. 'he Cold Fact. "1 supposed—you never cared for— detached service," 6b e falters. "Butts it your wound?'' The Beauty of the Mation, The notion still held by certain shallow- Women that maturity is ugliness is one of the most incomprehensible pieces of nonsense of the time. Here is a fair muddler In one of our contemporaiies complimenting Mme. Albani on having overcome her matronliness and on the renewed girl- Ishness of her appearance. From this I should judge that women who live on public exhibition fear nothing so much as dC* velopment. If they can only stay all th«»ir lives in a lisping and glutinous sweetness and not grow they are satisfied. To get on in appearance or in character or in strength is a calamity. In this extraordinary view of things a green coddling is better thau a ripe pippin. He shakes his head "Three months ago 1 would not have left the regiment. Now 1 am better anywhere away from it." In column of platoons stretching from walk to walk, clear across the street, ranks carefully aligned, every man's head and eyes straight to the front, the leading troopi of the Twelfth are now clinking steadily by. Hazlett has gl.ii.ced out of the corners of his eyes at the lovely picture 011 the gallery, but, riding at attention as they are, and oh duty, he makes no sigr. Randolph and Ridgeway. heading thei." platoon*, strive to do two things at once—look as though they saw and appreciated the fluttering greetings of hand and handkerchief and smiling eyes to their right, and still look as though tliey did not see it at ail. The sorrels, the grays have gone by, the bay troop is passing, and now yonder comes Gorham over on the other side of the street, the nearest he can get to his regulation position of four yards to the left of his leading platoon, and out from the sheltering screen of tree branches and in front of the center of the first subdivision of the blacks, his saber arm still in its sling, his face pale with confinement and suffering, but tall and stalwart rides Curly. "Do you go with us to the dinner at the A s' tonight, Mr. Randolph?" "No, Mrs. Berrien;. 1 believe only those who are so fortunate as to be the husbunds of certain ladies of the Twelfth are bidden. We are going to have a little gathering here to see Curly off." Oh, Curly, Curly! "What fools these mortals bet" You should have sen.se enough to see how utterly the situation has changed. You ought to know that something more than gratitude has prompted all old Berrien's clumsy ef forts at cordiality. You oug)it to nee by Mrs. Berrien's unaffected kindliness that the cloud has beeu dispelled. W by stand ia your own light, a victim to this bumptious pride, striving to persuade yourself that had it not been for the for tunes of war her father would have interposed today as sternly and positively as he did before and she—she won Id probably have as meekly, tamely submitted as she did that bitter night of parting at the gate? Can you never forgive that unresponsive hand, that half shrinking, constrained good by? upon the silent city, covering it like a pall. From north and south, from east and west, battalions and batteries, national and state, have been concentrating to take part in the last honors to the illustrious chief, and dripping, yet disciplined, without the stir of martial music, the men have marched from the trains to the rendezvous assigned them about the town. "And Where does Curly go—and when?" "Back to Washington by the first train, Mrs. Berrien. He's been offered a detail at the war department." Virginius (at curtain) — Another wretched house. Sure, some ill planet must be reigning now. "It was a fearful experiment," says Holden gravely. "About the maddest thing you could have done." "Oh, Mr. Rastus, is yo' gwine to come Manager (sotto voce, with much feeling)—111 planet? Bad «tar, I should say.—Life. "How delightful that is for Mr Brewster! Why, the Twelfth is getting some little recognition after all. Up to this moment the general's welcome home is the only word we've had from a soul. Then you'll all be here tonight, will you?" Women who exhibit themselves have only one standard of merit—and that is youth, poor creatures, they do not know that the pretty girl ought to become the handsome woman, and never reaches her full splendor until she is a matron. They cannot comprehend the fact that fixed beauty has no existence except in death, and even then only when the embalmer has put in his work. The law of beauty in life is the law of development and attainment, and the beauty of a matron and the beauty of a miss differs from e»cl) other as one star differs from another in glory—and, curiously enough, the older the star the more beautiful it becomes. to see me dance de shadow dance tomorrow ebenin?" But her complexion and the shadow were so much alike that this was all he "I was mad, doctor, when I heard she was to marry him. God knows I have realized it daily, hourly, ever since. And yet, how could she have seeu me: She never reached the door." some 01 Fiossie'9 nancies. At last the hour has come. The weeping skies have checked their tears. The streets and sidewalks along the line of march swarm with citizens, whose hushed voices and reverent mien speak eloquently of their sense of the national loos. From many a stately mansion and modest homestead out beyond the business section festoons of black are Flossie went dowu to the seaside In June, and the first day she saw the bathers from the hotel window she shouted to her mother: "Simplest thing in the world. Nothing but the old principle in optics—the angle of incidence and the angle of reflection. That mirror over the toilet table did the job. I saw you in the moonlight at the balcony window when you couldn't see me in the dark hall, and neither of us could have seen the other had the mirror been away. Now here's Mr. Guthrie. Mind you, you've got to inako amends for that harebrained performance at Pawnee; so no word of reproach to him. He's old and broken." "Oh, mamma, come and see the people in God's big bathtub." "Most of us. Rolfe's here, too," laughed Randolph, "but he sat in a deep window during the procession' and doesn't mean to show in public yet. i'lh told he wants to make up with Curly before he goes tonight, but Curly won't let him." And Randolph knit his brows. "1 wouldn't if I were Brewster. Wouldn't it be odd if they took the same train, though? X suppose he won't care to exhibit that new cheek of his to Miss Guthrie. Will she be here after the dinner?' "Tumble off, Brewster!" shouts Ridgeway in feverish anxiety. "You'll be carried iiway if you don't." In the hotel where she was stopping she took a fancy to riding in the elevator, and she nearly worried the life out of the elevator boy ringing him up. One day he was not in a very pleasant frame of mind after about the seventh trip, and she noticed it. He is silent, waiting for her reply. H« will not look at her, for her beauty dazzles, almost drives him wild witb passionate love and longing. He ttas worshiped her, adored her as loyal knight might worship his qneen of love at id beauty. Down in his heart of hearts her image has lived through every instant of the fierce campaign and reigns there now, rebel against it as he may. Her silence daunts him. If he had thought to pique or trap her into questioning, it was unworthy of his love and her Her little hands are clasping now. She has started, raised her head, is listening in tently. Absorbed only in her, in his love, in his wrongs, Brewster has lost all ear for the thrilling, martial ninsic growing fainter and fainter down the street, but the look in her sweet face startles him. The color has fled. The dark eyes are dilating. One little hand ia uplifted, as if to ward off any other sound. Borne on the night wind the strains come full and rich upon the ear No wonder the girl is silenced, stunned. Oh, for the clasping mother's arms now! Oh, for the love, the wordless sympathy, that was hers that cold, gray wintry inonnag when the battalion with its "Shut up. llidge." whispers Randolph nusympatheticully. "He's carried away for good. It's you that's left." flattering in the rising breeze, the flag i, twined with crape, the windows, balconies and steps are alive with spce tators. And, far oat on the westward avenoe, on a sheltered portico that projects from a solid, old fashioned residence of cat stone and almost over hangs the street, there is gathered a lit "\\hy, hello! here's Brewster!" booms the major as he enters the sunshiny car, when at last the crowded station has faded from view. "Thought you were ordered to Washington, lad? Changed your mind, eh? What, Berengaria?" Women who think of nothing but bow they shall stay young are women of characterless minds. All things considered the greatest woman is she who can grow old gloriously, and defy time with 'something better than enamel. But your woman who is professionally on exhibition has got to bring to the market what the public most desires. And it is a patent fact that the mob would rather look at the pastryness of youth than at the perfection of personality. It is this popular instinct that makes exhibiting women starve themselves, euamel themselves, prison themselves, restrict their functions, suppress their minds and crucify their bodies.—New York Truth. "Well," she said to him, with an air «f apology, "I suppose you think I ought to own a machine of my own." "Oh, there's Mr. Brewster! Mr. Brew- sterl Oh, why doesn't he look?' cries Miss Guthrie, as the handkerchiefs bogin waving furiously, and fair, eager faces press forward in the effort to attract his attention—all but Winifred, who, thongh bravely smiling like the rest, is clutching with trembling hands the back of her mother's chair and shrinking behind her mother's form. It is impossible for him not to see the fluttering signals. He half glances toward that thronging gallery, and in a second the light leaps to his eyes, a flush to his pallid cheek. Instinctively his arm twitches in the effort of the hand to reach the cap visor, and the instant twinge of shooting pain brings him to bis senses. Be has one brief, fleeting look, however, at the beaming face he loves, and he has just time for a half gesture with the bridle hand, • little nod. and then, as on he rides, be feels With her father and mother she went by sea to New York from a point in Virginia, leaving in the evening. The next morning they were out of sight of land for the first time in her experience. Her father had takeu her on deck, and she looked all around the waste of water for a minute or two, and then she remarked, in a tone of considerable surprise:"Bo quiet, Dick," whispers his smiling wife. "He hasn't changed his mind. Neither has Winifred." Three minutes later the clerk has retired, after ushering Holden and his friend into the private office. The instant the latch has clicked a gray haired, sorrow stricken man, tears standing in his fading eyes, hands quivering and trembling, totters forward and might have fallen but for the strong arms that catch and clasp him. tl« bevy pf fair forma anil faces whicl we law together for the first time tha Indian summery afternoon ot the recep tion at Pawnee. The rapid trot of orderlies and mounted police, sent ahead to warn tht populace off the street and back to the ■ndewalk, and the distant wailing of ■*lfy trumpets far down the avenue, id that now the funeral column Hing; and from the warmth uarlor, well wrapped in - the ladies have come "I doubt it, Mr. Randolph. Miss Guthrie is not at all well. She had a sinking spell of some kind this afternoon daring the parade, and has not left her room since. Say to Mr. Brewster for me that we shall hope to see him before he leaves, will you? We'll be back about ten o'clock." But it is after ten, long after, that now they are gathered in the parlors, and music, laughter and the sound of merry voices ring through the wide corridors. Wiaifred, the wistful look gone from bet dark eyes, a soft flush on her cheek, is standing near one of the high windows, the center of a group of ladies and officers, among whom at this moment is Brewster, his right arm still in its sling. Though she strives after her first flatteries welcome not to Jtlauce at him attain But Holden is not the only one of the Pawnee party who remains. Sergeant Ellis has a furlough to visit Louisville, and i3 to take the train thither. In his cavalry uniform he was at the station to see his comrades safely started, and the last cheers of the troopers were for him as he stood with kindling eye and flushing cheek, the center of a crowd of curious citizens. As tho train disappears around the distant curve Holden touches his shoulder. ■»w.—Truth. "My boy's friend! my boy's friend— whom 1 so wronged!" he falters, and then for awhile there is solemn silence. "My goodness, papa, it must have rained very hard last night."—Detroit Free Press. 7oliih for Metals. In Polite Society. For all kinds of metals mix half a pint of sweet oil with half a gill of turpentine; stir into this powdered rotten stone till of the consistency of cream; use in the ordinary way. For, tin to three pints of water pnt one ounce of nitric acid, two ounces of emery powder and eight ounces of powdered pumice stone; mix well and with a flannel, letting the mixture dry on the article to b? cleaned; then polish with Iwthe" Tweedledum, Jr. (to Tweedledum, Sr.)—By Jove, Misa Tweedledee's look ing as old as her mother! "Is Mr. Percival's confession complete, and have you seen it?" asks Ellis gently. "I have, my boy, at last." February day— Dlden and her chil■e soft cheeks are Mrs. Tweedledee (unexpectedly, un oblivions)-^Who is taking my name in v*»in? Definition of Marriage. "At noon, Ellis?" "And it clears me, Mr. Guthrie?' Sydney Smith's definition of marriage, while known to many, is good enough to repeat: "It resembles a pair of shears so joined that they cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing any one who comes between, them." "At noon, sir," is the prompt response; and the sergeant recovers himself and, springing to attention, raises his hand in oalute. Holden smiles. "Uttaily and entirely," the old man cries. "I thank my God I was wrong— 1 was wrong!" Tweedledum, Sr.—Let me hasten to plead guilty. As we were saying, Charles and I, you are looking as young as your daughter!—Life. brie, pallid, r her guests, the ad- One scene more. Pawnee again. The tisr.ht train has come from the east. "I fancy that's about the last time