THE COUNTRY LIFE.
BY R. H. STODDARD.
Not what would, but wlmt wo mut,
Milken up the Bum (it IIiIiik;
Heaven in Utb more mid leu thanjufct
in Inking mul in pivliiK.
Bworiln rli-avt' In himdn that nouht the1 iow
And iHurirlM nils the soldier's trow.
Me whom the pity holds, whnw fcot
t llnve-worr t In stonv hivhwava,
Famlltur with ii loni'll'iwt mrceW-
Its ways wetv fifver invwnjw.
i ify cradle waa beMdc thenen,
And there, 1 hone, my grille will bo.
i Oldlmmcstondl In tlint old, pray town,
Thy vnne Ixscnwiird blowing;
Thy alliif trnnlen rtretchea down
Totwhere the tide la tlowlnft;
I Below they lie, their Mill nil furled,
The (hip that Ki't'liout the world.
Difrtrer that little eonutrjr hotine,
Inland, with pine heslile It:
Some ueiich tret, w ith unfruitful hough,
A-wvll with weed Inside It j
Noflowera, oronly aueli in rife J
Self-sown poor thing"! which all despise.
r
Dearrouutry homo! inn t forget
The Icimt of thy sweet trllles
The window vine that elamber yet,
Whme bloom the bee still rltlra?
The roadside hlaekliemeH, growing ripe,
And in the woods the Indian pipe?
f Jtitpw the man who tills the freld,
Content with rustle lulKir:
Karth dues to him her fullness yield,
1 1 up what may to his neighbor.
Well days, sound nlnliis oh! run there be
A life more rutlonul mid free?
Pear country life of child and man
Forboth, the best and Rtmngesl,
That n it li the earliest race begun.
Ann has outlived the longest;
Their cities perished lone ago;
Whothelirst fanner were, you know.
Perhaps ourltabcls too will full,
If so, no lamentation,
For .Mother Karth will shelter oil.
And feed the unborn nations!
Yes and the swords that menace now,
5 Will then be beaten to the plow.
She Stoops to Conquer.
BY WALTER GARDINER.
Written for the New York Times.
Warren Hereford was not u man to lie
trifled with nor opposed. His son Eg-
ber knew that, find yet he defied him
to his Very teeth, dared him to carry his
(threat into execution, and disown him.
There was the old Wood boiling in the
boy's veins. The same blood that flush
ed his parent's face, the same blood that
had rent and parted the Hereford fam
ily and raised lasting monuments of
sorrow and regret. Noble they called
it, and for proof they pointed to a long
Jist of rash actions in home and field,
and now it was blazing again, blazing
.with all its fierceness between the last
two of the name. White haired l'hilip,
the old retainer, whose memory covered
the time irom his present niasters's ba
byhood, stood near the door pretending
to brush the books in the case on the
left, but ho knew not whether they
were kettles or glass globes, he hearil
nothing but the angry words and oc
casional imprecations which seemed to
portend the final downfall of the house.
At intervals he glanced slily over his
shoulder and trembled as he saw his
master's black looks, and then swung
his brush again with renewed energy as
if fearful of being caught listening.
The old man was on his feet now,
his strong, compact frame quivering
with rage, and his right hand raised
above his head. The son stood a few
steps away, his left hand clinched, and
his right drawn hack, while his eves
gleamed bright with passion. Old Phil
ip turned again, and gazed upon them
apprehensively, tremulously. There was
a moment of ominous silence. It was
broken by the father's fist crashing down
upon the desk.-
Go then, you ungrateful hound, go,
and never let me see you again. If you
come mark me if you dare to come
within a foot of my land, I'll cow hide
you on the village green Now you hear
it, and I never yet broke my word. Go
work, beg, starve, steal, murder, but
never look to Warren Hereford for help!
Go, curse
Oli no, no; say not that, my mas
ter!" cried Philipcatching him by the
arm and gazing pleadingly into his face.
"The lad's vour own, your only one,
you know. Come, make it up."
"Silence, old man! I'll not hear
another word. I'nhand me!"
"Yes neither coax nor hold him. I
care not for his menaces since his love
has become so despicable."
"Hush! Oh, be quiet, my young mas
ter. Wait think let your heart come
up don't speak now. This mnst not
be!"
Perhaps the deep, earnest tones of the
old servant's voice, and the sight of his
sad, paiiied face in its wreath of snow
white hair, would have aroused the bet
ter qualities of Egbert's nature; but un
fortunately, he saw his father's lips curl
and his eyes flash with scorn. It was
enough.
"No more, Philip, not a breath. I'll
not stoop to parley. I'll neither beg,
steal, murder, nor ask aid from one too
basely unnatural to be a father; no, not
if I eat my own flesh and drink mv own
..blood. There's your answer, Warren
Hereford; now remember it alive re
member it dead!"
He turned and strode from the room.
Philip listened to his steps from the hall
to the corridor, from the corridor to the
lawn and then, as they gradually re
ceded, he dropped upon a chair and
buried bis face in his hands. Warren
lterelor.1 suiereci, ins gray eyes mil in
e 11 4 I I
a fiery sternness, his florid countenance
harshlv resolute. Anon the old Rer
vant's body trembled, and he wept
went in that low, piteons way which
distinguishes the emotion of the feeble
and the aged.
"Stop your whining, you old magpie
stop, I say!"
"Put. mv master, listen listen just a
minute! Think of tho dear lad, and
how brave and good he is; think how
his mother feel
,'S'dealh! Shall I kick you outdoors,
or will yon be silent
"Ho what vou like, mv master," re
plied Philip, humbly, and with a touch
of despair in the tone. "I'm old, and
not long for this world at the best, and
it don't matter what becomes of me. I
served vour father when I was but a
boy, and I remember the day you were
born, and what a rejoicing there was;
and I remember the day you were mar
ried, and how the old "folks looked on
with wet eyes; and I remember the
day when your boy was born, but the
old folks couldn't speak to him. They
were up there! 1 ve seen it all. lv
served your own flesh and blood of
three generations, and now it's all over,
and they re all gone. es, master, yon
may kick the old man who carried you
in his arms when you were a helpless
babe: vou may kick him as much as you
wish!'' And tears coursed down the
wrinkled cheeks and dropped from tho
white beard.
"Philip, leave this room. Yon havo
talked all you wished; now, never refer
to this again never. Obey me:
The tone was stern, but not unkind,
and the speaker s face had grown white,
His will wanot shaken, however. It
was, so to write, passing through the
process of erystilization, which would
harden it for all time. Philip inclined
'j liis head and moved silently from the
door. As ho entered the lower hall the
servants gathered about him, and asked
manv anxious uuestioiis, especially the
nurse who had taken care of Egbert
when a baby, and performed tho last
earthly service for his saintly mother,
It was hard for the old man to tell this
woman of the banishment of her pet,
and harder for him to hear her moans
and see her weep. Choking down
Brief, he went out into the park and
dropped upon a bench. The place, once
mniln heuutifiil bv the presence of
young muster, now seemed a prison
yawl, dreary, cheerleHSrcpulsive! The
davs crept awav. and with
coining 0 Hummer a gay party of ladies
arrived at Hereford Lodge. So
house was to be open amun.
merriment, w ns to live within
sombre walls. The servants shook
their heads, and Phillip wondered if
tiinnt-r wjs really heartless. Dinners
and hunts, and Egbert a wanderer.
was dreadful. Ho went about his sim-
lo duties, however, with his usual
ut never spoke, nor lifted his grave
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his
As she ceased speaking, tho subject
her remarks entered, a tall slightly
imriii!? the built girl, with a fair clear face, shaded
the
and
his
It
"This be Measter Job," said the
face, unless addressed, and then his re
plies were as brief ns courtesy would
ailow. Those of the guests who had
known Egbert, ventured once to inquire
concerning linn, but tho black scowl
that distorted Warren I leretord s brow,
silenced present queries, and warned
them not to touch upon tho subject in
the future. That this should create
much wonder and speculation was but
natural, and that some of the company
should seek to probe ttie mystery, was
an inevitable sentience. Egbert Here
ford had been a universal favorite and a
prized friend; and those who had the
pleasure of his society easily interested
those who had not, so that absence soon
became the prevailing private topic.
One day several ladies expressed a de
sire to visit the picture-gallery ,and Phil-
was ordered to conduct tliem hit Iter.
They had examined and commented
upon the portraits of the warlike ances
tors of the present owner of the estate,
when Cora Parkhurst a lovely bru
nette, and drughter of Sir George Park
hurst beckoned Phillip to her side, and
pointing to a huge, full-length painting,
enthusiastically said:
1 hat 18 r.gbert: 1 am sure it is.
"Yes, my lady, res," sighed the old
man "and line as it is, it does not do
the dear lad justice. See those eyes,
how blue thev are, and the hair, just
like gold, and the face white and clear,
some think it womanish, my lady, but he
was man all over man in spirit, muscle
and heart, man in principle.
It is very handsome, mused Uora,
gazing dreamily at the canvass. "He
was not obstinate and arrogant, was he
I thought he could not be, because there
is a tenderness in the face that would
seem to indicate benevolence and a
natural kindness.
"Your eyes tell you truly, my lady,
rhere is not a man, woman' or child on
the estate but has felt his noble heart,
and known its charity, "fis true he
had the fire of his race, and that's all
one can bring against him. Ah, me!
'twas a sad day, my lady, when the
young master loft us, and we've not
seen a happy one since." And the old
retainer wiped his eyes.
on t you tell me, Phillip, why he
went awav? I will never repeat it.
"I can believe you my ladv, and I'm
sure it s no mere curiosity that makes
you ask the question."
"JNo, it isn t, murmured Cora, almost
unconsciously, and sighed.
"It was simple enough." Philip pro
ceeded, in a low, quivering voice. "You
Bee mv master wanted Egbert to marry
i.. i.. i i i i
it l't:i itiwi itui I'l win nu il nullum v w
t l.. i l.l'i i.
to call anv names-and as Egbert
ver seen her he wished to make
her acquaintances ithout any prejudice
either wav; but his father wouldn't
hearken to that at all. This seemed tin-)
just to Egbert, and he told mv master so,
J n
outet-like. von Know, but lie did t lake,
it so. mv ladv. imd Hew into a passion.
and told Egbert if he didn't obey him
he l disown him. Well, they are both
high, you know, and Egliert dared him
to do it, and
"Philip!" the word revercbrated
through the hall with a perfect roar.
Tho old man started and turned to meet
Warren Hereford's face, blue with
passion.
scoundrel?" The sentence was rather
a reproach than an interrogatory, and
the next moment he ottered Coin his
arm. urbanely remarking:

&i.ic; uu in Til l;' ii-i I'luti, iv, ii iiii
ou have neglected our aquarium.
I never thought of it until this minute,
and hastened to find you. Philip w ill
summon the gentlemen." i
Ot course the lady smiled and made
appropriate reply, but her mind was on
the largo blue eves and the w hite, gentle
face that had beamed down upon her
from the canvas. She thought it not
strange that those features should liu-
ger before her, but ascribed it to the
sympathy which Philip's narration had
aroused. Ere long, however, she knew
that it was love, and love only, and the
sudden realization overwhelmed her
with shame and mortification. But
whv? Should love grow by prescribed
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,,if, "T l
;v ,s. v j.
to keep out its own natural ardor and
vtaiir No! no! It had come unbidden
as the flowercomea from mot her earth it
.nun irom mot iter cam. it
KITK'S.'rS
already developed noble'
had come stroi
why was it no
influence had already develoj
4"V ".V "i.-
i ,,nln,.n ,,inn ,1, til luil
wondering sen iiuiueuiiciiisui nei uiiiiii,
1 i... ,i. o.i .,a ndtii
unit lim. 1......
new and glowing colors, nut was it
hopeless? No, not while woman s wit
could help woman s heart.
Itwas night the hour six. Volumes
of black smoke curled lazily from .Man
chester s thousand chimneys; the
throbbing, panting engines were still,
but the human machines, with wan
faces and bent forms, were moving
slowly from tho grimniy mills toward
their wretched homes. Automatons
they seemed with no thought or ani
mation beyond that inspired by the
tolling bells, which called them to work
and released them again to poverty.
Among the ragged, oil-stained crowds
wasone who had evidently seen but in
tie of this sort of life. His figure wits'
still erect; his features, though sad
were not pinched; and his limbs had
not yet become accustomed to the drag
ging factory gait. Pausing near a group
of cotton flecked children, he took one
in his arms, and proceeded on his way,
while several of his comrades nodded
their heads in mute approbation. The
little L'irl. weary with over-exertion,
smiled faintly through her tears, and
nest led her head upon his broad chest,
He answered with a few kind words
and increased his pace, for though slight
was his burden, his exhaustion made it
heavy. Peaching a small, dingy house,
lie pushed open the door and enter
ed. A woman stood near the fire
place tending a kettle of porridge, and
talking to herself 111 a low, querulous
way; as he placed the child on a chair,
nhe turned partially round and said:
"So thee be homo again, Master .lob,
an' all a-woro out wr thy work? It be
hard sure enough. How be the girl to
night?"
'Poorly lass, an' coming worse every
day too," he replied in a low voice.
"She be not long here, l ni alraid, she
ha' not the grit, poor child. Put who
miuhttho hat belong to, there.' He
pointed to a straw hat on the pine table.
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wits I theenk." she answered, with
sicklv laugh. "That bo another lass
that s eooine to work, nieaster joint,
an' she bo not like to stun' it long,
be so soft-like and white. Sho be
his like the others."
by heavy coils of jetty hair. Sho
1 attired in a cheap calico dress,
sleeves of which being too short,
its posed a smull but finely rounded arm.
The man raised his head, and scanned
her closely with his sharp blue eyes
wondering the while whv one so beau
tiful should come here to drag out
miserable existence. Surely she couid
I have obtained a position as ladv s maid
of
a
not
was
the
ex
a
man, nodding. '-He be a kind-hearted
man, Anna. Meastor Job, this he Anna
Pland; thee will be freends, I theenks."
Tho maiden blushed and curtsied in
an awkard way. thereby revealing
large foot eucased in a coarse shoe. Mis
ter Job, as he was called, arose and
came forward. Placing one hand on the
edge of her shoulder, .in. an. innocent
boorish way, he said:
Thee be fair, lass, an' it be a pity
to see thee come wan an' thin like the
others. Thee had better go back, law,
an' find wark along the country some
where. I doon't like to damp thy spir
its, lass, but 1 tell thee truth, an"' tliee
can see enough, an' more, by lookin'
about thee a bit. Come, lass, tell me
what sent thee here, for I he afeared
theo art running away from thy hoomo,
lass; an' that be not right."
No, she rejoined' dropping her
eyes, I he poor, an' I must live, you
know, an' so I come here. I couldn't
get work in the country. Do you be
lieve me?"
Ayo 'ass, thee could not lie with
them eves in thy head. Thee speaks
book -like, loss. "Theo have been in
school.
.lust a little."
Singular, upon my word'" thought
this man bo liberal with his Jjincashire
dialect. She has a small hand, a sweet
voice, a refined face, but a very rural
foot. Heigho! I suppose she is some
unhappy waif, without kith or kin.
Poor child! Earth has misery sufficient
for you and me. What am I? Heir to
fifteen thousand a year, and drudging in
the Mills of Manchester. Well, 1 have
not vet begged, stole nor murdered I O,
my father -my father, if you could but
see me now in'the depth o'f my humili
ation." He sank upon a chair, pressed his
hands to his head, and groanei aloud.
The woman gazed upon him an instant,
and then resumed her work. Pain and
sufi'ering were her daily companions,
and she gave them but little notice; the
maiden, however, earnestly iuquired
the cause of his exclamation, and in
such a tender, musical voice that he
started up and looked at her again. She
retired bashfully and did not speak for
a full hour. The next morning she ac
companied him to the mill, and was giv
en a loom very near his. He watched
her at intervals during tho day, and
saw that she progressed with her vork
as well as could bo expected. At nighi
they walked home together, and she
was compelled to take his arm for she
was faint and exhausted.
Thee must stop this, lass," he said.
n,. .1
M'e w 1 !m wear .ul'. ,11Ke "T 1 "!,u
4 ,tr,l- Hie'll never go in the mill again,
ni De lo "eaven, sue no, anu uiee
!mlt"''t y; thee must not I 11
to-morrow, an find theo a place
Uf a P'tweto do house work. I be not
(nun,, tn c,ui tlinn nihu nildl" nnn

'Whv do von care so much for me?"
she queried, artlessly.
"She is lovely. "Could I be mad
enough to love her?" he thought and
rejoined: "I don't quite know, lass, but
it may be thy eyes be the reason. Thee
be not like any" I see, an' thee be good
I 'in sure."
uThe conversation was discontinued,
for they had arrived at the door of the
cot. As thev entered thev beheld the
e
housekeeper Kneeling at ine sme oj me
weeping, while around her
stood several null operatives,
The man saw at a glance that the
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cnun was worse, ami wnisjiereii me
same to Anna. Silently they advanced
and gazed upon the little sallow lace
with its large gray eyes, which now
gleamed brighter man ever, as me
child saw Job her ashy lips parted, and
with a great effort she extended her
arms. lie dropped upon nis Knees at
her side, and gently kissed the pallid
brow.
"Job, thee be good," the faint voice
whispered. "Thee lug me many times,
i)...lr j0k i i,e coing to die now, and I
pnn't see thee anv more, and thee will
.,a Jennie instead of me."
A conviiWd the wan features,
i...... ...i
me ryes o.iieinu:u, urn ui hhmuvtih
shssuilcred acuteagony; then her body
ti 1 nonin: but it was evident
..r.i.;. ii, i..i,.i
that life was ebbing fast. Job brushed
a tear from his eye, and once more
t,in.(l the j(inohed face, from t
tl.ell- veii seemed to protrude,
"Tear Job, I wish I had words
from winch
ords so
flTOIllll lit I IL III 1I1VU. lllll'l
Job, thee
t uava
i 7 .7' t
did. Take mv hand; mere, milt iw
fv
rigm. .m v. j;v--
logo. t os n
be hard hero. Oh!" she
bent her head back, and her voice be'
came almost inaudible "I be easier up
there, won 1 1, Job?
"Yes. ves. mv child, vou will meet
peace, and love, anil God!"
Fortunately, none heard his words
save the child and Anna, else his right
character might have been discovered,
and his life jeopardized, lor the oppress
cil people who cko out a iiveiinoou 111
the mills are fiercely jealous. The little
mi lerer smiled again as the loud vision
of rest came before her mind, and ex
tended her hand toward his. He took
it for the second time, and smoothed
irentlv. She naught her breath and then
tried to sneak, but the etl'ort ended in
choking gasp which shook her whole
frame. Tho end was approaching and
tears were seen in every eye. "Dear
Job." 'Twas the last spasmodic respi
ration, and simultaneously the hand
hisbecamo still, the eyes glassy; tne
body was tenantless the spirit had
L'one home. Jobslowlv arose, and turn
ed away only to meet Anna's black eyes
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bent upon 111111 111 iinuyiuu giuiuuuc
and admiration. He was thankful
this mute expression of regard, even
though it came from one born into
low condition into which he was forced
bv circumstances. On tho following
afternoon the child was buried. Job and
Anna, in common with otheroperatives,
attended the funeral. In tho evening
they were alone together in the humble
room, and again Job wondered why
felt such a deen interest in this simple
girl. It pained him to think of her
horing in ttie null, and the more no
flected upon it, the firmer became
resolution to put a stop to it. Put
could ho do it? She had opposed
endeavor to find a situation for her as
domestic, and sho would not go
the country. It was a perplexing ques
tion, and a sad one too, and, singular
it may appear, he never asked himself
whv it was sad. Thustwo or threeday
passed, and he could see that her
was wearing upon her, and he felt
1 1 ......ill .1... i
ere long SHU w ould lose nun. origin,
complexion which bad been as sunshine
in the httlo cot. w as 11 l-guert Here
ford that meditated thus that
this life, and counted so great
things that onco would have been
utterly conteinptible? He reproached
himself for his foolishness, and looked
at Anna's great, broad shoes and
to feel disgusted, but those soft brilliant
eyes met his. and caused his heart
beat faster. There was a singular
in their liquid depths that fascinated
libn that creuted un intense yearning
which ho could not describe to himself.
Suddenly he nulled a chair near
and motioned her to sit down.
obeyed, and looked up at him again
wo that sweet, innocent way.
it
a
in
for
the
he
la-
re
his
how
his
a
into
as
work
that
tmu
lived
these
so
tried
to
charm
his
She
in
VI can't tell how it is lasn. but I've
mado up my mind that thee shall not go
to that milt again. Theo must always
look bright, an' if theo goes there thee
cai.'i)
K Thee .he tired
now, an' thy
hands uje tjlister'ud.
to hard work, lass."
Thee be not used
He took her right hand within his
owu, and was astonishwl as. he beheld
its whiteness, and the delicacy of the
flesh. Sho attempted to withdraw it,
but he only held it closer, and impul
sively naid:
'SAnmt, I am not a Lancashire man
I am not ignorant not what I seem to
be, but I have learned to love you, and
whatever the consequence may be, I
must tell you. I have gentle blood in
my veins, but I will risk everything in
yo'ur love. Tell me, will you accept life
with tne will you be mine before God
and man?"
How the crimson tide ebbed and flow
ed over her satin cheeks; what tender
ness shone in her lustrous eyes; how
her fond heart throbbed beneath its
coarse covering!
"O think think calmly! Do you love
me enough to bearsorrow and care with
me-Mo drag on, hoping, praying and
struggling! O tell me truly!"
"Yes, Anna; yes, Hove you as I never
loved before as I never can love again I
I cannot live without you, though our
life may bo one round of privation.
Yon trust me?"
"Forever and ever!"
There were tears on the beautiful
lashes, and as he drew her to his breast
and felt her heart beat against his, his.
eyes grew strangely moist. A moment,
later the reaction came, and lie saw
himself the bethrothed husband of a
strange girl whose beauty was her only
recommendation. Was he mad? He
started back as if in shame at the
thought, for she was gazing upon him
with mild reproach, as if she had read
his inmost soul. No! He had done
right! Let come what would, he could
never regret this love which had sprang
forth in the midst of maddening adver
sity. It was his only joy, and as such
should ever be held sacred. Once more
he held her hands, once more he kissed
her brow, ami then they parted for the
night. The next morning a letter came
for Mr. Job Ixxlge, the first one he had
received in his exile.. With trembling
fingers he opened it, and saw that it
was from Philip, and contained two ten
pound notes. Calling Anna he made
known to her his good fortune, and re
quested her adviue as to their future
action. She bluslied, but said nothing,
and then culling himself a stupid
fellow, he proposed an immediate mar
riage, and a migration Ur tho- country
district, where they could undoubtedly
obtain a situation in some gentleman's
family. She consented, and that after
noon "they left Manchester in a carriage,
he attired in a decent business suit, and
she verv lovely in a modest delaine
with white cuffs ami collar. On the
outskirts of the city they were united
in marriage, and men proceeded on
their journey 'Twos a dream to Egbert;
not a delirious, delieutlul one, but an
incomprehensible combination of cir
cumstances which gave a singular hap
piness and a singular wonder as to the
I 1 r t 1... 1 I 1
iuiure. jie saw ins wiie ny iiihwiuw
he knew he loved her he heard her
voice, he asked not for more. At dusk
the vehicle passed before a fine estate,
and Anna, glancing affectionately upon
her husband, said:
Come, darling, 1 think we arc surool
a nice position here."
1011 have been here before per
haps''" said Egliert, wonderingly.
"t ves, sue answered, with a origin
smile, and extended her hand. He
clasped it, anil they walked up the broad
aisle, and entered the house with very
little ceremony, lhe young husband
now became perplexed, and his perfect
confidence in his wife only prevented
him from becoming suspicious. Irom
the hall they proceeded to the music
room, and here Anna paused and point
ed to a portrait.
"It is vour face; it is you! What.
what, can this mean?"
my husband; my Lgbert!
"What! you know my name!" He
started back and folded his arms.
Do you love me?" The tone was
sad.
"O forgive me, darling, forgive me,
he exclaimed, clasping her hands. "I
am in a maze; I hardly know whether I
have a mind or not. I see you I know
you are mine, my blessed one, but be
yond that 1 am a creature of a vision."
"You will not think me immodest or
bold when you shall know all, my hus
band?" She threw her arms around his
neck, and gazed affectionately, yet
anxiously upon him.
"lour on no, never.
"Then listen. I I loved you Eg
bert, before I saw you yes 'tis true.
And so 1 came down there to Manches
ter and and worked that I might be
nearer you, and hoped that that you
would love me, and you did and O
you don't think hard of me?"
"No. no. mv noble wife."-
"I thought you wouldn't, because I
loved you. But you vou don't know
who 1 am yet, do you?'
"I hardly know myself. I could im
agine this delirium, were it not for your
dear eves shining into mine.
Well oh, Egbert, don't think ine
unkind. I am Cora Cora rarkhursti
Ijidv Cora Parkhurst!" His face
grew very pale, and his chest rose and
fe 11 convulsively.
"Oh. Egbert, say you forgive me!
sav vou love me again."
""And we were married as Anna
Pland and Job Lodge!" he went on ex
citedly, without noticing her pain.
JNo, no, tne real names are on xno
ertillcato!" sho gasped, her hands
pressed to her bosom. "O my husband
am I humiliated, am I detested, am 1
disgraced by mv own heart? O speak
to mo. or 1 shall die with shame
She staggered, and would have fallen
had ho not ri'shed forward and clasped
her in his arms,
"O, Cora, my own, my darling, look
up! 1 love you! l honor you: u, my
wife, none but tho purest of love could
seek its object as you sought ine. Nono
but the bravest ot hearts could endure
what you endured for my sake, for your
own. O, Cora, I only fear I am not
worthy of this sacrifice, this unselfish
affection
"Don't say so, Egbert," sho murmur
ed, with a sigh of relief. "You are
worthy oi anything everytning. xour
care of that child showed mo your
noble nature. But still, Egbert, I feared
your high spirit would lead you to
scorn mo when you should know all.
And and can I, shall I confess it
I wanted you to be mine before I told
you, so so you would not leave mei
O, uon i my nusuaiui, you tio not Know
how I love you vou do not know I"
and the tears b'urst in a flood from her
eyes.
"Do not weep, my darling! Could
anything on earth have raised one hard
feeling in my heart aguinst you? Did
not love you as a poor girl, yes, even
a waif, and could that love decrease
change when I found that you were
more than my equal? Oh, do not weep,
each tear cuts my heart. Dearest, dear
est, you are all the world to me, all
have to love."
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"Oh, thank heaven I I am happy
now I I won't cry but a minute, Egbert,
only a minute," and she smiled faintly
through her tears.
Ho kissed her tenderly, held her closo
to him and presently the beautiful face
became calm once more. For a few mo
meiits both were Bilent, ho thinking of
the Incredible change which a few hours
had effected in his life, and she wonder
ing how her father would receive her,
but not with dismay, for arms were
about her that would protect her for
ever. Anon, hurried, impatient steps
were heard in the hall.
It is my father!" she said, under her
breath. "O, Egbert, control yourself,
ho will be angry but it will soon pass
away."
Ho had not time to reply ere a short,
thickset, nervous little man burst into
the room, rubbing his hands and shak
ing his head. Perceiving his daughter
resting upon the breast of a stranger.die
suddenly paused and glared upon them
with dilated eyes.
Who are you? Cora are you a a
a lunatic? Stand off you scoundrel,
you villain! Keleaso my daughter, re
lease her, or I'll tear you to pieces.
What you don't move vou only gaze
and gaze! Py the gods! I'll know the
meaning of this
Father, dear father! he is my hus
band!" "Husband shrieked Sir George,
Yes, dear father!"
"Ha! your bus husband! Girl
girl, you have disgraced your name
you have lied to your father
Oh, no, no hear me!"
"Silence I I'll not bo an anything.
You have dared to join yourself to a
low-lived wretch, dared to bring him
here and call him your husband in my
very face. O, weep! weep! you ought
to weep, it'll do you good, it'll show you
some time how sweet it is to exchange
father and a home for a mere adven
turer
Will you not give me a chance to ex
plain? O, father, vou cannot mean to
be unkind to me.1'
"Unkind? I I, the injured one?
Well, this is richly stupid. 1 Oh, what
fools women are! I unkind? Py the
gods, girl, you'll drive me mad with
your innocent blockhead ism. You
stand there and tell me leave me; I
never want to see you again. Go with
your husband, stay with him, and re
member that vou've ruined my hap
piness forever.''
"No, father; you are wrong," said
Cora, leading her husband forward. "I
have only obeyed you. I have but
listened to my own heart and your
wishes. I confess the method is unu
sual, rash, perhaps, but I loved him,
and I had another duty to perform. My
father, this is Egbert Hereford!"
"What? You rogue, you sly puss.
No, though, I won't belive it. Com
Cora, explain this. Why did you marry
secretly? A rare thing for one of our
name to do, and not very good reading
in the morning papers. I I'm sorrv,
my child, that you did not give your old
father vour confidence, for he would
havo helped you."
"O, forgive me, I did not dare! T was
afraid you would think me unmaidenly,
and prevent me, and oh, father, I can
not tell you all now. Egbert's father is
very angry with him, and I knew that
only as his wife could I reconcile them.
O, you do not think hard of ine; you
know Egbert is your own choice, and
Yours, too, I should judge," inter
posed Sir George, with a chuckle. "I
can't help regretting your haste, but
you shall sutler for it; you shall be
married over again, and the whole
country shall witness it. It's fortunate
for you, you rascal, that your father is
up stair
What! my father here! exclaimed
Egbert, a dark frown settled upon his
brow."
O. Egbert you should be thankful,
instead ot" angry," said Com, placing her
head upon his shoulder, and gazing into
his face. Do you forget your late,
misery and how many times your heart
has yearned toward home? Do you for
get our love and that it must be un
clouded as lar as our own acts can make
it so? 1 am sure you do not, and you
will bid me god-speed, for I go to restore
peace between yon.
Bless vou. mv darling, my life!" he
said devoutly, and pressed a kiss upon
her brow.
With a smile Com left the room and
hurried to the library. Warren Here
ford looked ut) as she entered, and
scowled, at the same time greeting her
with polite reserve. Sho paid no atten
tion to his manner, but chatted in an
easv. volatile way until he actually
latnmcd. and became interested, men
she touched gently upon her subject
He at once lecame grave.
Miss Parkhurst, that is a forbidden
topic; vou will oblige me by avoiding it
"I am sure I wouid if I had not an in
terest in it. I am the lady you wished
him to marry, am I not?"
Well, what of it. 1 lo disobeyed me,
and it s past. J cast him from me
From vour home perhaps, but not
from your heart; you could not. Be
still, nloase a woman always has the
right of speech. Do not tell ine that
one can drive away his own nesn ami
blood and not suffer for it, not yearn to
ward the child he has held to his heart
and waited with eager, loving impa
tience to hear the httlo bps frame the
words nana and mamma! And when
that has past, and tho delights of boy-
hood nave iouoweu, ami ine cnun steps
forth a man to take his place in the
i, i i.i i;ii.
world, and exercise whatever talents
God has given him, then, I say, can
father spurn his boy, and send nun per
haps to ruin?
"You torturo me, girl; you torture
me with vour soft voice and your
Droai'hfuf eves."
"Not so; 1 only stir tho love that
still lives within you. I only probe vour
pride and that produces the pain, w
ren Hereford, did vou ever hear of
mother who droveher son from her?"
Drops of perspiration started out
his? brow. He arose and walked
room with ciencnen nanus. rne piaceu
her arm within his ana moved along
his side.
"You have a purpose fortius action
what is it?"
"To arouse yourmanhood to kill
vaiu, unnatural pride that has
vour face like an evil genius. You
1 am firm. You cannot rave at me.
am your hostess. I would not provoke
you; I would not implore you. 1
wish to ask you if you are happy
"No." lie grated his teeth.
"Don't, please don't be angry
me. What pleasure can it be to
to fight with your nobler nature; to
to strangle tho lovo that tho pride
live?
Would you sacrifice a child
nal might live? No: and yet
an animal
crush vour heart, and allow vour
passions full play. Come, tell ine,
you not like to see your son; to
his hands agasn within your own;
look into his eys, tho counterpart
mother's?"
sank into a chair and rested
head upon his hands. It was evident
that' he was suffering keenly.
wt nooi- Kim 4r a mnmnnt. wfttchinor
him hopefully. Jh,en she repeated
question in a low, sweet voice, that
could not but thrill him.
"Yes. God knows I would!" he ex
claimed, and, as if in shame, added bit
terly, "But I won't. He dared me.
Ho Oh, girl, you have made me
miserable."
"Happy, you mean. You foster a false
notion of honor when you discard gentle
words for harsh ones; you misrepresent
manhood to the young", for manhood is
not all sternness and implacability it
is a woman's heart allied with a man's
mind and physical powcr that is true
manhood. Come, you would not curse
your child now, would you, with his
mother looking down at you from the
skies?"
"You rob me of my strength, you make
a child of me. O. girl! what power is
this vou possess?
"The power to forgive. I would trans
mit it to you."
He bowed his head again, and mo
ments passed in silence; at intervals his
form trembled and sighs escaied his
lips.
Well she placed her hand on his
brow and gently smoothed his hair.
When lie is your husband he is mv
son, again, but not one instant before.'1
And then he added, almost instantly,
But that will never be that will nev
er be."
Come." She drew his arm within
her own, and led him down stairs. Ho
questioned not her motive; he was too
deeply agitated, too weary from the bat
tle he had fought with his own nature,
to attribute any significance to her ac
tion. They reached the music room.
Com threw open the door, and father
and son stood face to face. Warren
Hereford became as white as death and
glanced angrily toward Cora. She re
plied by leading Egbert forward, and
saying:
We were married this noon. l?e
deem your promise."
Page, mortification, and a feeling that
he hail been duped, fought and clashed
in Warren 1 Iereford's breast, and send
blood to his face and fire to his eyes;
but as he beheld those calm blue eyes
bent tenderly upon him, and felt his
new daughter's hand upon his shoulder,
his love for the former broke forth, his
gratitude to the latter brought peace to
his mind. Impulsively he opened his
arms, and with a murmur of thankful
ness Egbert came within their embrace.
As the old man felt his boy's heart beat
ing against his, he seemed to hear his
wife's voice sound upon his ear in gen
tle praise. That tore the last barrier
from the fount of his love, and the pure
waters rushed forth, and 'tis not all a
smile, for his eyes were wet and dim.
"Egbert, my'boy, my own boy. We
will never quarrel again."
"Never, dear father."
"Ah! that does me good," said Sir
George "I'm glad you caught him,Cora.
I'm glad vou worked in the mill. I'm
glad for Warren's sake; but you can't
do it again. I in plaguy glad, too, that
the affair, won't get into the papers; we
can appreciate it better hero among our
selves. Ah! hero is your old retainer,
Warren told Phillip!"
i es, the deer, good soul who helped
me find Egbert, and who is the original
cause of our happiness," and Cora clasp
ed Philip's hands, and shook them
warmly. He couldn t sav much; his
heart was too full but he grasped each
hand in turn, and wqed tho tears Irom
his eves with the other.
Two weeks later Cora and Egbert
were remarried by the minister who
had previously united thein, in the
presence of a large party, but the bridge
was no happier as a bride than when
she listened to the ceremony in her de
laine dress, and went forth with Job
Lodge in search of a situation.
A Romantic Chicago Incident.
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A correspondent of the New York
Herald relates the following:
Now that the tragical incidents of the
fire have been nearly all told, the ro
mantic is creeping in, and stories are
being related which require a great
amount of credulity to swallow. 1 will
narrate one told me during the course
of my rambles to-day. Some weeks ago
a clerk in one of our city banks was re
turning one night later than usual from
his business, and in passing the vacant
space on Michigan avenue fronting on
tho lake, he was startled dv the
appearance of a woman in white, on
the lake shore, who seemed in immi
nent danger of drowning. Our friend
gallantly rushed to the rescue, and on
nearing the fair specter, he saw he haa
a case of somnambulism to deal with.
UJThe danger was great, as tho lady
was making directly ior me lake, out
being attired only in her night dress,
the gentleman was at a loss what course
to pursue. Ho. however, had to cast
delicacy aside, and she was rescued from
her dangerous sleep. The position of
the two was most embarrassing, and
tho first impulse of the lady was to cast
herself into the lake she had just been
rescued from. The gentleman proved
himself equal to tho occasion. Offering
tier his arm, as a matter of course, he
ottered to conduct her to her residence,
which oiler sho accepted, and the
pair left for the lady's paternul resi
dence, which proved to be one ot tne
finest residences on Michigan avenue
Thev met several times since by par.
ties given by mutual friends, without
anv recognition on the lady's part,
though she was well known to our hero
as the fair somnambulist.
An acquaintance followed, which soon
ripened into intimacy, ana, as tne
novelists say, promised to become some
thing warmer, when one night, in an
unlucky moment the gentleman rashly
recalled to her remembrance the fatal
night and revealed himself as her res
cuer. The intelligence was coiuiy re
ceived, she not being at all pleased at
the discovery, and the intimacy was sud
denly broken off. On the Monday of
the fire, a gentleman perceived a woman
battling for her life with the smoke and
flames, and on going to her rescue ho
found the "1-ady ot the Ijike, he him
self being the real Simon Pure. Of
course marriage must follow such a
strange coincidence, and wo will leave
the matter, moioly adding that you are
at liberty to believe the story or reject
it, at your pleasure.
What Men Have Died For.
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that
you
baser
would General had pleaded as an excuse that
hold wine invariably made him sick;
to and Lieutenant Cowler lost his life
of in a duel because lie was re
his iused admittance to a club of pig
He his eon shooters. In 1777 a duel occurred
in New York city, between Lieutenant
Cora Featherstonebaugh, of the 76th, and
Cantain McPherson. of iha 42d British
Colonel Montgomery was shot in a
duel about a dog; Colonel Ramsey in
one about a servant; Mr. Featherstono
in one about a recruit; Sterne s father
in one about a goose and another gen
tlemen in one about an acre of an
chovies; one officer was challenged
ior merely asKing ins opponent to enjoy
tho second gibief, and another was
compelled to fight about a pinch
snuff; (icneral Barry was challenged by
a Captain Smith for declining wine
dinner on a steamboat, although the
her regiment, in regard to the manner
eating an ear of corn, one contending
that the best eating was from the cob
and the other that tho grain should ho
cut offfrom the cobbeforoeating. Lieut
enant Featherstonebaugh lost his right
arm, the ball from his antagonist's pistol
shattering the limb dreadfully, so much
so that it had to be amputated. Graham,
Major Noah's assistant editor on the
National Adi'ocatf, lost his life in 1827,
at the dueling ground at Hoboken, with
Barton, the son-in-law of Edward Liv
ingstone, in a simple dispute about
what was trumps" in a game of cards.
REAL JOURNALISM.
REAL JOURNALISM. The "Good Will" of a Newspaper, and
How it is Created.
To build (up a business of any kind is
not the work of a day, but to establish
a newspaper which shall live and pros
per and do a good work in any com
munity, is a task attended with the
greatest difficulty and expense. There
are many people who have an idea that
to make'a paper, all thot is required is a
press and type. Such persons may gain
some valuable information by reading
tho following able and well-written
article upon the Chicago press, from the
Louisville Courier-Journal, whose editor
is one of the most thorough journalists
in the country:
Though the newspaper jeople have lost
as much as their neighbors that is, their
offices, presses, type, and every material
thing belonging to the outfit of a news
paper they have yet saved to them
that mysterious and invisible piece of
property which can not be burned up
and is oi more value than all the rest
of their possessions combined their
Good Will. It is this which is inde
structible, which needs not to be insur
ed, which is at once a spiritual element
and a commercial standard.which comes
slowly, and which does not go so easily,
being the gradual and grudging r"e-
siKinse of the people to the patient,
toilsome, honest and useful work done
by the press in the service of the public.
Distrust ot newspaper prolessions
seems to be a sort of inherent faculty
of the popular thought. And with rea
son, too; for as there is charlatanism in
every profession, the newspaper charla
tan is the most impudent, and, in a
manner the most slippery of charlatans
after the medical charlatan. The quack
doctor pursues his vocation in (jiutsi con
cealment, and has the fears of the peo
ple and the lack of general scientific
knowledge to aid his unworthy devices.
lie has, theretore, an obvious advant
age, and sometimes goes undetected for
vears. The legal quack is not so lucky.
There is a pretty general notion about
law and lawyers, and the Jacklcg soon
finds himself unable to cope with
the intricacies of practice and the
rough common sense of the spectators
who crowd our courts of justice.
The commercial charlatan soon goes by
.1 i j .a .i i r
tne ooara. dih me newspaper Busi
ness, with its rare opportunities lor
skillful hvpocracy, is a favorite and in
viting field for the charlatan, as well as
those who, not being charlatans them
selves, yet have local or temporary need
of charlatanism. Almost anything that
cornea into existence by the aid of pa-
ier, ink and types, passes in courtesy
ior a newspaper; and though experi
ments of this sort almost universally
fail, they contrive, whilst they last, to
make a prodigious splutter and often
take in the unwary. It is true that
they never obtain any circulation to
speak of, until vears of faithful
service have inspired confidence in their
professions and in their stability,
for circulation cannot spring up
in a day or a month, but is the steady
growth of decades, and when it is ob
tained at tho cost of vast outlays of
money and enterprise, and an unbroken
record of usefulness and integrity, it
cannot be taken awav. But in spite of
this well understood principle, mush
room experiments every now and then
try their luck, suck up a few thousand
dollars or so, dupe a few mistaken capi
talists, chisel a handful of subscribers,
and amid a prodigious flourish of trum
pets die in the very act ot proving them
selves the most popular and prosperous
institutions in the world.
Chicago has buried half a hundred of
this species. So have all the great
cities. The five or six journals that
remain upon the lake shore may be de
scribed as the "survival of the fittest,"
that is, after years of expenditure and
labor after long and doubtful wrestles
with fortune, each has at last fitted it
self to a certain place, built up a certain
specific interest, and no one at the
exiiense of another, for in jour
nalism, as in other pursuits, every
tub stands upon its own bottom. Thus
fairly established, and upon tho
basis of a popular confidence which
refuses to come except in its own selfish
and leisurly way, the Chicago press,
amid the wreck and ruin of Chicago, re
appears bold anil strong, its material
part a thing of yesterday mere rub
bish but its Good Will a thing of all
time, glittering lieforo each journal like
a star let down out of the heavens to ir
radiate the gloom of the present and to
light its pathway in the future.
All the flames that plowed through
the furrows of marble, brick and iron,
were not able to singe that Good Will.
It has not so much as a smell of fire
upon it and this is a mercy, for with
out its newspapers to inform it, to
correct it, to encourage it what
could Chicago do? It could better dis
pense with its gas lamps tl.au its daily
journals. They serve its needs at home
they carry its' necessities abroad. And
this thev do so nblv Hiid so honestly as
to reanimate the public spirit of their
own people, and restore tho confidence
of all men.
The Squire's Indigestion.
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Old Squire II was u very success
ful and substantial farmer, in an inte
rior town of Massachusetts, and a more
amazing eater never lived in any town
anywhere. And especially much did
he eat when lresh pork, was to be tho
nourishment. W ell, at a certain tunc
one of his hogs had been killed. The
next morning there was to be fresh pork
for brcukfast, and tho old man ato most
wondrously. In the course of tho fore
noon he ate Ins luncheon, consisting of
bread and butter and mince pie and
cheese. At noon his dinner consisted
of fresh iork, pickles, mince pie, and
the usual accompaniments. Jlis after
noon lunch was like that of the fore
noon. When he came homo to his sui
per, his favorite dish had been prepared
as part of that meal.
The old man fretted and scolded till
fresh pork was added to the substan
tials. He ate voraciously, as usual.
the evening he toasted some cheese
buttered and ate it. Just before to be
he roasted a couple of tipples mid
them. -In the night be was taken
a severe colic; tho doctor was with
till morning, and wrought a miracle
in saving the old man's life. The next
day Bollus W., one of his neighbors,
went in to condole with tho old Squire.
"Faithful Bolles," said the old worthy,
"1 liked to have died last night.
never eat another roast apple as long
I live. I never did love them very well;
and last night 1 ate only two, and they
o( nearly killed me.'
ALL SORTS.
A vein pursuit Mining.
A hearty gentleman Sir Lion.
A jiositive gentleman Cer-tain.
A suspicions gentleman Sur-mise.
A cowardly gentleman Sur-renden
When is water like fat? When it's
dripping.
When is a penny like n hermil?
When it's a loan (alone.)
A new version of an old verso
Loitho tho poor Indian!
When is a cat like a ten-pot When
you're tens in' it (tea's in it.)
When is a black dog not a black dog?
When it's a grey hound.
An Irishman calls his sweetheart
"honey" because she is beo-loved.
What can a man have in his pocket
when it is empty? A big hole.
What kind of a drum is that which is
always best when it can not be beaten?
A conundrum.
A good drain on a farm Heavy mort
gage at ten per cent, will drain it about
as rapidly as anything.
A boot and shoo store in the Sixth
Avenue, New York, advertises "Wo
men's Bight's and Ijefts."
Whv is the inside of evervthiiur tin
intclligiblo? Becauso we can't make it
out.
What does a grocer do with all his
things before he sells them? Gives them
a weigh.
A bad mrnage is like an electric mat
chine, it makes you dance, but you can't
let it go.
It is a Queer woman who atks no
questions, but the woman who docs is
the querest.
lhe man who popped the ouostion bv
"starlight," got his sweetheart's consent
in a twinkling.
A drummer is the fastest man m the
world, becauso time beats all men. but
a drummer beats time.
Why are the measels like fresh mack-
ered? They run in schools, and have to
De caught belore thev can be had.
Mutual admiration As the season of
parties approaches boys begin to feel
gallant and "gals" buoyant.
A doctor was asked to dance the
"Lancers." He declined, but expressed
his willingness to lance the dancers.
A correspondent criticising a prima
donna rather deficient in physique, mvs,
"A chest is as essential to a'singer as a
bureau to a freedman."
"I always sing to please myself," said
a gentleman who was humming atune in
company. "Then you are not at all dif
ficult to please," said a lady who-sat
next to him.
A Western stock-breeder is proud of
the production of a horned colt, which
he accounts for by the approach of the
equine-ox.
A western pajier accuses a contempo
rary of "dirty meanness," and remarks,,
e want hnn to understand that two'
can play at that game."
Tom: "I say. Jack, what a beautiful,
complexion Miss Smith has! Do you
know her?" Jack: "No, but I know a
girl who buys her complexion at the
same store."
Fashionable Young Lady Oh,
paia, you must let me go to the concert.
I am so fond of music!" Juvenile
Brother, triumphantly "Then, why
don't you let me play my drum?"
A certain attorney", who was remarka
ble for coming into court with dirty
hands, observed "that he had been
turning over coke." "Coke!" exclaimed
a waggish brother; I should think it
was coal by the looks of your hands."
Give me a pound of oysters," said a
man to an ovster vendor who was going
by. I sell by measure, not by weight,
said the oysterman. "Then give me a
yard of them," said the man. The oys-'
terman shook his head and dubiously
passed on.
A pretty girl says: If it was wrong
for a man to live single when there was
not a woman on earth, how guilty are
old bachelors with the world full of.
pretty girls!" Sure enough.
In a late vacation letter Henry Ward
Beecher enumerates among the delights
of summer rest the privilege of wearing
old clothes. This is a privilege that a
good manv clergymen have the whole
year round.
A young lady with a pretty foot, but
a rather large ankle, went "into a San
Francisco shoe store to be measured.
The admiring clerk, who is of Gallic
description, complimented her in the
following queer way: "Mad-am, you
have one beautiful foot, but your legs
commence too immediately."
Elder Evans, the Shaker", now in Lon
don, hath a ready wit at times. On
being asked, the other day, which were
the qualities most appreciated in the fe-'
males at Mount Lebanon, he replied:
"The woman who maketh a good pud
ding is always more valued bv us than
she who maketh a tart reply.''
A Monroe man named lilsy, having,
been rendered deaf by the whistle of a
locomotive, the engineer of the train
was surprised on his return to the sta
tion to observe eleven bald headed men
in a line by the track, with a fervid in
junction from the first one to "do your
darndest." They were all married.
A learned but sentimental Western
professor recently presented a young
couple contemplating marriage with a
pair of silver sugar-tongsJiearing the
hopeful motto:
"Jungimur ut dulria repcriamur,"
which for clearness' sake might bo
tratdated,
"We meet to find sweetness."
Boston has a new monthly devoted
entirely to poetry, and christened "The
Beautiful World." A single stanza from
it will show the kind of poetry of which
it is made up
I luve the riwy little bower,
With room just lurxe cnous-'h for one.
But yet uri!nuiouHtt'8 another
Person just as well an one.
A music teacher once wrote that the
"art of playing the violin requires the
nicest perception and the most sense of
any art in the known world." Where
upon a Western editor comments thus:
"The art of publishing a newsjiaper and
making it pay, and at the same time
please everybody, beats fiddlin' higher
than a kite."
What is the size of this place?"
gravely asked a New Yorker of the con
ductor just after the brakesman sang
out "u-jie-ii-Ka, at a southern station,
where not a house was visible among
tho pines except a rambling shed called
''eating saloon." "It's about as big
as New York," was the ready answer,
but it isn t bunt up yet.
A speaker at the recent meet ine o
the Pittsburg Woman Suffrage Associa
tion remarked that "man is only an im-
pcriectiy developed woman. At this
an old lady, who sat in a corner, sprang
to her leet and in an excited manner
said, she "hoped to gracious ho would
not be developed any more then, for
there were too many women in tho
world now."
Old Mr. A., at about eighty vears of
age, was so bold as to marry a young
wne, ami in due course tit time was pre
sented with a son. On the day of
christening the nurso handed young
master about, with the usual exclama
tion that he was the very linage of his
papa. Very like, indeed," said a lady;
no hair, no teeth."
In
A ,IoKU"otf Akkhman. Tho mistake
in the President's Ku-Ulux ploduma
tion, by which Marion county, South
Carolina, was put under martial l.uv in
stead of I'niou, occurred thio. h the
impossibility of reading the lists of
counties which Mr. Akernlim sent to
tho Attorney General's office i". his own
handwriting. All were satisfactorily de
ciphered except the word "L'nion,'f and
all the experts in bad penmanship in
tho otfice finally decided that it was
Marion, and so' the proclamation in
cluding the latter county went forth.
CANADA.
Opening of the Second Parliament.
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as
ii'Knc, NoV. 8. Tho first session of
tho second Parliament opened to-day.
The Lieut-Governor in his speech con
gratulates Parliament on progress fciuce
confederation, and recommends a con
tinuance of the jiolicy of Kailruad exten
sions. Several emigration agents have
been appointed in Europe, and their
labors are gratifying. The condition of
the finances is encouraging.