The Cedarville Herald, Volume 11, Numbers 22-52

\ The Cetlarville Herald. w. H. BLAIR, PubUlhir. CEDARVILLE, T " :> A; OHIO. THE DECLINE OF POKUMV|LLE. Fokumvillostoodo* thehill, Oneschool-house anda store. Enoughto eatof cornan’ wheat, An’ didn'twantnothin’ more. Webadenoughof gardenstuff, An’ sometimes seasan' pie, ► An’ Pohumvlilestoodon tha hill An’ letthewort*goby. PokumTille stood onthe hill, Its hogs an’ girls werewod An* settleddown, ah*tilled thegtoun* As their forefathershed, An’ chUdrengrew, as childrendo,- Boyslived at heme until They took’emwWee, then niltheirlives Theylived inPoltumvllle. We lived upthere Inpure air, Upon thegoodol’ hill, TUI the railroad came with smoke and tame, .An’ optthrough Pokumvllle. • we oanghttheStrideo t theworl' outside, OuryoungmenbeardIts roar; • An’ they left theh|Uof Pokumvllle. "Ao*we see ourboys nomore. An’ all the girls; withsmiles an'curls, Hevgone an’ followedthe boys; The bigworll#din there’s magicIn, , There'smusichtitsnoise; They’vefelt the charman’ left the farm, They,won't comeback again, . An'Pokumvllle uponthehUl J Is a viUageot ol’ men. Thoengine shrill throughPokumvllle, ■ WithIts demonscreechan' cry, . Hascarried'awayourhope an’ stay,’ An’ left ushereto die. Butone thingwiUHtay an' not go.away, Oneol*man’s tiredbones,. Uponthehill inPokumvlUe, Shallrest beneath thostones. - a w. Foss, in'YankeeBlade, A JOLLY BRICK. Dick's Death the Turning Point o f Little Cove's Fortunes, Business? WolU lt haln't been what you’d call rushln*. iso’s to speak. We'd got our plans all laid fur retirin'*, an"' goin’ on a trip to Urop; hut I guess, 'oordln’ the present outlook, we may bang 'round ’tU next month. .’Hit’s mostly luck, this kind of work. We hat our ups an’ downs, same as Jay Gould, an’ ,the test of the kind; an’ jest now Its down. Easy there! Share, an’ 1’mgivin’ yer boots » shine so yer can nse them to see the curl of your mu»- taohe. in, all the way down the street ‘Fellars stay ’round , in ttyis kind o’ business very long?**Sometimes they do, an’ sometimes they don’t 1 bed one pard in the city for, tho matter o’ three years,' but he’s gono now. Taln’ t ’xactly up to bein’ alderman, you see. The wind an’ sleet is had for our seal* skin cloak* an* white kid gloves, so wo has to leave ’em off. An’ the same with our buttonhole bouquets; But— ’What become of *my chum?1 Dick Corwin? Well, now, look a here, ain’t yon glttin* a little inquisitive? Who he yer, anyhow? A newspaper re­ porter? Yer noedn’t ho tryin* that gamp here. Billy Smith was writ np in the papor once: ‘A specimen of the NeWY6rk bootblack;’ an* never a cent did ho got to pay fur the laugh we hod on him. If you want somethin* is fill up, though, boss, an’ Is willin’ topgy rog’lar fur the information, I’ll put yer onto some stories that’ll make yer eyes stick out But thoy won’t bo about Blok Corwin. No, air. Why, tlior ain’t a feller ’round that wouldn’ t knock another aky high if they triod to make Monoy-tellin’ of him, ’Fond ot him?1 We-el, yea, we did hive a pretty good - likin’ fur the chap, But—*you ain’t a newspaper man?* Well, then, look a here, boa*, as long as It's a rainy day, an^ you gits ms your word fair an* square, you ken ait downin’ listen, an’ I’ll tell yerall about hltru Beady now? All right 1 ain’ t jeat used to tollin' ktbrias. A isetle out S’ praatice ’o anriUn’ editorials, so to speak. Rut I'll rattle it off as 1*think oo 't an’ you can f Uup the chinks. “Good lookin’? New! If you think yer goia’ |o hear * 1)001 one o’ res swell kind, why, then, you’ ?# got to, the wrong place. Red hair an’ turnwhup hoes an’ squint syesf Bat ysr sne our pataeea where we sleep nights ain’t hnng with lookin’-glasass from top to bottom. We read in tha Urop new* that twas old style, an’ so ws pitched *e oat; an’ it don’t maks murt-edds-bow a feller looks, since tfcear An’ my!—I tell yer what, if you like a feller that san jest knock another into the middle of next week when he says a word •gaiast him, then you’d ort to seen Disk. Wraatle? Why, tber wa’n’t pneo* the hoysoould cotasanywherenearhim. aell a paper, 'twas Imagin’ onto Dick’s elbow. His mammy was one o' them swell kind herself, Dlok said, an* used to do sewite*tll she dies all to oncewith the heart insease; so I a'posS 'twa’n’this luck to take to It as it he’d ben raised iher. But tber wa’n’t no sort, o’ use taskin' a gentleman of him. ah' 80010 * he alwers had a comb for hit hair, the way Dick did. “But bis lookin’ oiit fur the little cove was the only queer streak Dick bad, ant he was my pard off’n on fur three yearn Fun? Well, now, yer shounn’l The oopa was after usmore'n half the time for disturbance an’ such. But we wa’n't no softies, to be caught hjv them, The minute they wuk huntin’ Pick an’ me would start fur the dock; an*, it didn’ t take long ter lose tr*ck of ’em. Run? We-ol, you jest hold, up yer bpttom dol* lar on that Why, mister, you never see sdeb a runner as Dick was. An* he could jump equal to * olrcusrrider. That was what, bo was alwors layin’ out to 'be. Ani he’d hev gone, too, if it hadn’t hen fur that bloomin’ little apve. He said the* wouldn’ t be no placo fur himwithout ’twas tho clown’s baby; an’ be was a gentleman, an’ wouldn’t take to such work. But me an’ Pick jest made, thing} lively fur the teachers down tor the mission ohapol, you’d bet* ter believe. They’d alwors light on him the first thing to answer some of their questions; an’ he’d draw bis face down sober, ah’ protend ho oould’nt quite make out what they said; he’d alwors ben hanl of' bearin’, Jest turn tho words ’ round a little so the whole school would git to laughin’, an’ the teachers would holler till they was red in the face tryin’ .to make him understand. We took Jamie ’long with vs once or twice; an* there was one of tho teachers thero—a reg’ lar swell she was, with her silk dress, an* feathers on her bat—she said he had a face like a Rater’s angel, an’ she wanted to paint him. ‘But Pick, be said he’d promised his granny that boy shouldn’t go out of his sight till she got back from her trip to Urop, an’ if sho took Jamie she’d hev to take him, too. An’ sho didn’t say no more about it. But she tea* a swell, though! Tho countess, we used ,to call her; an’ pretty near every day we’d see her drlvln’ through Broad­ way with a widdor lady in crapo an* a boss that held up his nose as if bo wanted to sniff the stars out of the sky. Lots of go that hoss Uadi Ho got sc»rt at sumthin’ one time an’ come farin’ An’ none o’ them as much as dared to Open their mouth’gainst that little cove •f a Jamie be w m lookin’ oat fur. That was Oneo’ Dick’s queer streaks. If he’d hen a wrestler, or his brother, or sum* thin*, wa’d stood it better. But Jamk) —ha was on* o’ them solty hoys that aevsr know nothin’ ’til it’s knocked tat* ’em, an’ no relation at alb Come to think hi it, he whs more like your <*wett kind, though. Binder whinin’ ’roead an’ alwers makin* a fuss if hit didn’t happen h* oould wash his faos gtftf dlm But, i f ifir want to tad some one to sty&e a story out o’ him, ’iwon’t be me, 1 never did taka afaacjftothe llttieoove, im* ther ain’ t one the boys oould bear tki sight of him after— “Well, they always worked together, thaw two. Jamie, h*. was one o’ them Wouldn’t push out for himself (no sand, gesknow), an’ If ha *ve* nmdeoutW down the street like all possessed, with she a hollerin’ whoa, an’ pullin’ back on tho reins, an’ the next minute they’d gone whack into another team it It hadn’t been for Dick. ‘My eye!’ yelled to roe, when ho saw her mimin', whodo’ know nothin’ about a facias. Jest wait till you see me stop hlm![ an’ the next minntt ho was in the road.'grabbin’ hold of the bridle; an’ before lie let go he’d brought that boss down into a walk. Stopped him quick as that! But Dick w’an’ t"none o* them softies to bo babied fur what he’d done. ‘My boy,’ says the widdor lady, a-takin’ out hor pocket-book, ‘will you tell mo what is your name? An* how-co.uld you be bravo enough to atop our horse?’ “ ‘Wo-el,’ •grinned Dick, *yer aoe,r ma’am, i couldn’t help i t 1 was shot up in a lunatic ’sylutn once jest fur stoppln’ hostosj. Whenever 1 see ono goin’ out of a walk sumthin* takes hold: an’ pushes me right in front of 'em, an’ I’ve got to catch hold o’ tho tirldlo to savo bein’ run over. As fur pay, a quarter ’ll about make up fur tho dam­ age done. Thankee, ma’am.’ An’ then he turned an’ took oil his hat to the countess aS perlite as yer please. Good-afternoon, ma’am. May bo you don’t rocognfzo me, but I’m of the opin­ ion you’re the lady live noticed down to the mission school. I have a class there myself. Glad to see yer enterin’ into thegood work.’ An* with that he tipped his hat again an* walked away as solemn sa sn owl, “ Tho worst boy in my class,’ says the countess, talkin’ to the other wom­ an. ‘But did yer notice the little lad with him? His face reminds me so much of little Georglo’s.’ “ ‘Faith, Jamie,’ grinned Dick, when he told him, they’re takin’ such a fancy to yer they’ll be takin* yer ter live with, them next It .’ twaft’t that the countess ain’t any too fond of me.* An’ after that; whenever lie see her a-oomin’ he’d wink tome an’ say: ‘D’ye mind how I’m spilin' the bye's pros­ pects with the countess?’ "If I’d ben stsndln* in his shoes I’d dared out for a few days, an’ see if shfs wouldn’t got him off my hands. But Dick alwers was the queerest fish. He liked that little cove ’round, an’ treated him like a king, when he didn’ t rake in enough to pay fur tryin’* He Wa’n’t no chum o’ mine, . No, sir. Tell y*r what it la, boss, when Billy Muran goes hunks with anybody It ain’t with a milk-an’-water baby, Jamie couldn’t se* anybody look at him without a Mitralln', an’ he hadn’t the sand of a eat,' I f he had ’twouldn’t hev—well, Fas *B*min* to it. “We’d hen havin' a rcg’iar smash-up that Enndeydown to the Flam. ’Twas foo>hot to go to Sunday-school, even to rattle the Countess, an’ 1 s’poSe our rnletfc*Such rim made ’Wi tired, an’ wo Slept a little harder than usual come night, Me an* Dick an' the little cove we had a room up in Old' Marm Sally’s attio (we’d been flush that week) an' wse sleepln* there as swell as yer please, I guess ’twas the smoke that wok* die. We'd ben havin' so many fires 'round them ports I’d got to feelln* sort o' shady of the smell. But the old shell was jest a-blftritf, an* ail the folks puttin' in their beat lioks a-hollerln’ ■firer when It got to know any thing, •Git ftp!* 1 yelled to Dkdc. *tiit up! Can’t yer see the house Is on fire?’ An’ in less’n a minute we was jest a-saiUn* fur them rattley old atairs. Thoy*a jest begun to kindle, an* the smoke was cornin’ up like a hurricane. 'Como along!’ I yelled to piok. ‘We’ll make ’ml* *He was Zollerln* tight to' my heels with the little cove .bold of his hand, an' he grinned. ‘Drive ahead,* says ha, We got half way down all right; an’ then—woll, I s’pose ’twas the smoko in ' the blase scared Jamie, It kept cornin’ up thicker an’ faster, an’ first thing we knew he’d nulled awav his hand, *I'm not goin’!’ he yelled, an' went tetrin’ hack like all possessed an* as if the room was the safest plaoe in the world, instead of where yon was sure ot bein' rousted. Dick stopped. *I'mg o lf back after him,* says he, turnin' whit* ’round the gills.. Yer bloomin’ idiot!’ yelled I, ‘can'i yer see yer won’t git down these stairs if yer don’t come now? The.little fool’s bin under tho bed. Tor can’t git him out.’ .... . “ He looked dowh" to where them stairs was boginnin’ to blase, an’ then grinned a little. He wa’n’t no coward. 'Well, I’ll try,’ Says he, Ian’ if I don’t, good-bye, Billy;' an’ the next second he’d giVen ono of his tarin’ leaps, right1 into tho smoke. “ ’Wont ■down?’ Mel' 'Course I did, Twouldn’ t. made it no easier fur him my stuyin’ there, or mebbo I would; but I ain't none.o’ the kind wtjat throw up the sponge fur nothin’. I wont out an' rushed up the road yellin' fire with the rest of ’em, an’ most crasy 'till the ladt dors come, an’ then I showed ’em the winder—the only place he could git out of, an* helped fix the ladder. A fire­ man was jest startin’ up when. I saw him a-standin’ there by .the winder with that same grin he alwors had when he’d .done a good' thing, an’ fooled the oops out of a job. He stood there lookin' like a soldier, with the little fool a* cryin’ an’ screamin’ in his arms. He’d wrapped him up in his coat, or sum* tbln’, so he wouldn’t git scorched, an* jest as ho reached down an’ handed him to tfie fireman he sec me tbor in tjie crowd, an’ give hls hat a wave—tho way wo’d ’ greed on to let' tho other know i f things was goin* all right with us. An’ then there como a crash—the floor lie was standln’ on give way, an’ that’s tho last I over see of Dick. “We-ol, I do' know as—hold on, boss, what yer givin' us? I wa'n’t snlvellin*. 1ain't ono of thorn kind that goes round cryin! like a gal; but when you ‘talk ot brickB, he was a jolly one, an’ no mis­ take, ‘Jamie?’ Tho Countoss took him to ltvo with hor, same as Diclc said she 'WOOldr-sSqid he made her think other little boy itrat-^dledr" Naw. Ther wa'n’t nothin* said about it in tho pa­ pers. I was tho only ono know what made him go back, an’ I didn’t blab. Dick wa’h’t tho' kind that wanted any swell mado over what he did. But I told tho other fellers, an’ we’re gettin* him up a stone, with his name on’ an* the year. Ain’t goin’ to have no slouch of a thing fur a brick liko ho was, But It makos us stlok to .business pretty close, an’ koop on a lookout fur the well- dressed coves wo think— Shine, sir?" —Paulino Phelps, in Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper____ _ _ _ _ _ _ -Toad! h loiaot Trap*. Not a single creeping, crawling or bopping thing is to bo seen in our toma­ to hot bed of four sashes, excopt ono toad, which in reality is nothing elso than a wandering (hopping) insect trap, and gobbles up everyhapless small crea­ ture that gets into it. Of course wo make a pot of our living Insocticido, and have almost learned to admire its handsome color and its Intelligent eye. Sometimes wo give it an especially dainty morsel, such as alarge May bee­ tle, or oven a potato beetle, acentipede, oto. Our guest takes-them all with equal gratitude and appetite There can be no doubt that toads may he colo­ nized and put to good use in cucumber, melon and squash patches. We intend to assign to them the dutyand responsi­ bility of keeping the vines free from bugs this year, and believe It will be safer to trust to their watchfulness than, to depend on poisonous applications.— Popular Gardening. A FABLE DISPELLED. KlephaattaieMrasory of F jmms I s l*K* gf*se 'Bemarkabla.. . . There is another fable ot our early childhood which a certain young man lii able to dispel with absolute authority, having made a long and careful series of observations. This is a fable about elephants and their wonderful power of remembering faces and avenging in­ juries The young man, who, oven as a youngster, was of a refleotive and ex­ perimental cast of mind, began bis ex­ periments at a very tender age by dis­ respectfully twisting the/nose of one of the elephants in Central park. Not the whole of this proboscis, yon know, the youth was too small for an arm; con­ tract of that’kind, but just the extreme tip of the trunk,, ps it was held out to him in friendly salutation, ■- . The big’massof meat roared andquiv­ ered with pain. It Was evident that wringing the end of an elephant’s pro­ boscis was like wringing the nose of a mpn. Hero jvas.a new sensation both for the boy and the elephant, and one that tho. former proposed to follow up as long as the'latter was not at liberty to remonstrate.- The next day he tried it aguin. Now- here was a chance for the elephant’s memory to step in and protect him from a repetition of yester­ day’s indignities. But it,didn’t. Just as bafpre,' the trusting animal piit out' bis proboscis in greeting, and just as before the bad boy gave it a twist that brought tears to the oyes of the enormous creature —why not “elephant tears” as' well as crocodile’s?—and made him howl with pain. Day. after day this young­ ster would go up to the park and prose­ cute his researches in the psychology of the elephant's mind and every 'day the kindly creature assisted in his studies by giving him his trunk to experiment on. .Once during the month it happened that the elephant did break his cageand getaway. The .inquiring youth stood near, Now, he was sure that the ele­ phant had begun to remember and that his own little speoial judgment day bad come. But the elephant rushed pastas If there were no such things in all the world as inquisitivo small boys- And then for the first time the boy began to donbt the eternal remembrance of an elephant- But still he. was not wholly satisfied. It might be that thore was some mental peculiarity of this particu­ lar elephant, the youth reasoned, andso from time to time ho went on twisting elephants* trunks whenevor ho got a chanco. * And as ho has travoled much during these years that ho has been getting older, he has probablyhadmore chances and twisted more elephants* trunks, both in Europe and America, than any Other living boing. Morcpvor, he'has* BOtehis friends to experimenting upon elephants, whenever it was possible, and of no fact in lifo is he more certain than that the beautiful story of. the ole- phant’s lasting memory is a clear and unmitigated myth,—N. Y. EveningSun, MR. M’SWAT’S MISTAKE. Salmon p. U um I Lav stgO. In the door-way of an old building on East Third street, near Main, a build­ ing formerly occupied by legal Offices, ( is a small square sign, the letters of which are painted in gilt on the door­ post. The letters have been dimmed by age and storms, but-they are still quite legible., This is the sign: salkoh r. chass ' AM) r. ham * Arromretfe-Ax-nAw, It was in this building that the fa­ mousChiefJustice andhis distinguished law partner. Flamen Ball, had their office for many years, and in the many changes thst have been made in the oc­ cupants of the buildingand thesigns on 1 thedoor-posts, this sign, with its famous names, has been curiously preserved.— Cincinnati Gazette. —Old Lady (at Tampa Bay)—“My daughter* want to go sailing. Can you swim?" Yacht Skipper—“No, mum.1* Old Lady—“My goodness! 'What could you do if any thing shottld happen?” Yacht Skipper—“ Flease, mum, wen the man wet does the Ballin’ can’t swim, he’s mighty kereful not to let any thing happen.”—Good News. PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL. HQUSEHC IMP' —Lovely Dsnghter-“ Papm why do you object to Mr. De Poor/ Is it not better to live in a cottage with one yon love than to dwell in a palace with on* you hater “ Yes, my dear—very muoh bttttet; tat h« hala’t the cottage,** It Wat eo Inexcusable That the Good Han Kicked Himself Hard and L »s| , “BiUlgor!’’ 1 Tho voico of Mrs. McSwat had a high- pitched, flrBt-quality-of-quoonswato ring about it “Woll. my dear?" Mr. McSwat spoko In a rlalng-lnfiec* tion, What-the-douco-has-sho-caught-on- to-now sort of a tone. “ I havon’ t heard from Auntie Kittcry in reply to tho letter I wroto her four days ago.” . “ Haven’t you. Lobelia?” “No, sir. I Hivon’t.’’ “ Was—was it four daysage, Lobelia?" “ It was, sir.” “Thore wasn’t—pr—ah—any thing important InJtho lotter, was there?" inquired Mr. McSwat, with a rather lamo attempt to appear surprised and sympathetic. “ You know there, was, Bllliger Mc­ Swat! You know it contained an invita­ tion tp Auntie to -come and spend a month or two with us this summer.” “Why, so you did. Lobelia; so youdld. I remember now, you spoke of It at the time." “Well, what havo yougot to sayabout it?" “ Why—or—I think it stratige she hasn't answered it.” “O! you do, do you? Don’ t you know why she hasn't?" “ H—how should I know?” “Hat I don’f need, any other evidence that you know than your guilty, sneak­ ing look at this moment.'' “ Madam, what do youmean?" “O, don’t pretend innocence. I gave you that letter to mail for me four days ago—you haven’ t forgotten it 1 hand­ ed you another letter at the same time. One was to Aunt Kittcry and the other was to the publisher of* a fashion maga- titto. You promised to mail them both as soon as yob got down town. You haven’ t forgotten that, hive you?” “K -no." “ I thought not The letter to the publisher was 4n a white envelope, and the letter to Auntie was in a green one, and*—?’ “What!" exclaimed Mr. McSwat. his legs giving way under him, “Are you sure it was in a green 'envelope?" “Ihim” - * “ Then you’ll get « m answer, LobelM,” ne said, with a groan. “ I thought tha white one was for her. 1 mailed tha green One withoutlooking at it!” Mr. McSwat got tip. put on hiehat went out,Into the darkness and in thq, seclusion of his own back-yard hs kicked himself for the next half hoar, —Chicago Tribune. —It takes the Sultan of Turkey forty minutes to sayhis prayersin royal forn. —The spread of the English languays is indicated by the fact that it was uwd in the framing of a rodent treaty be­ tween Bussia and China. , —The first colored graduate from the department of music of the Univoraitj of Pennsylvania is Miss Ida E, BoifeseK She is an accomplished violinist and has written several short sonatas. —Darby, the great English jumpeq recently heat Parker and Short at Duj. ley, England, ina three-cornered match, He won five jumps, without weighty fit feet 5X inches; one jump, with weights, U feet. 3 inches; ono jump, without weights, 13 feet 1 $4 inchsi This last jump becomes the world’* record. , . / —Saxon and Berlin dailies say that Prince Bismarck has asked tho Emporoi to see to it that no monument shall bs erected to him in Berlin during his life, time. The ex-Chaucellor is said also to have requested tho BismarokMonumor Committee to devote the money already collected by it to the construction of a memorial church in Berlin. In the Reichstag Bismarokonce said that “it disturbed him to walk by his fossilized self in Kissingon and Cologne." “I am. not particularly susceptible,” ho saidat another time, “ to this kind of.mani­ festation of gratitude." t —One of the Indian boys, in writing to a young lady of the name of King, says naively: “ I would like to say that your last name is man name. I would like, to call ypu Queen, because thatis good name for woman." Cloud'Bear, who measures: six feet four inches ini height, and is proportionedaccordingly, writes cheerfully to a friend: “ Mylittle heart is just as full of joy as it canhe, l am a happy young man from early morning till late at night My life.U full of gladnosa, ’and I have not muchto trouble me, nor full my, heart with sad­ ness."—Hampton (Va.) School Becord. —There'is a family living in Athens, Qa., whose head delights in Icingnames for the children.. The first child is named Mary Magalina Mandy Moctum Elizabeth Betsy, Polly Mack Barrett;1 the second child is named Alice Georgia,. Ann Yorena Barrett; the third child is named Mattie Frances Anna Tranna Barrett; the fourth-child is named Emory Spear Walker Bustor Barrett; the fifth child is named Til* Cory Cos- ton Estolle Liniment Ettie Isidulor Barrett; the sixth child is named Mon­ tine Cinicar Barrett, and the seventh child is named Effice Bozma Mondonay Virginia Barrett. . , —A Biddoford lawyer .has made one of the longest writs on-reoord in Mains It proceeded from a suit brought by ons Varney, a Konnebunk Quaker, against Mr. ForguBon, aBiddefordsashand blind manufacturer, and contained an “ac­ count annexed” covering forty-two sheets of long hill papor. Tho reason for the extraordinary length of the bill was that the two men have traded to­ gether since |80fi and have never bad n settlement, as they kept their accounts, very nearly even all tho timo. Mr Var­ ney, a short time ago, thought thore was a balance due him, and this Forgu- son disputed, henco tho suit. It took a week to transcribe tho long account <*A LiTTLE NONSENSE.” —Ho (despairingly)—“ I wish I could find somothiiig to tako up my mind.” She (softly)—“ Try blotting paper." —The timo passed very pleasantly in tho parlor, and it was nob till'the clock and the neighboring bolls struck ono that tho lateness of the hour struck two.—Exchange. —Judge—“Have you ever soon the prisoner at the bar?" Witness—“Novor, ‘ your honor; but 1’to seen him when I strongly suspected ho’d been at it”— Binghamton Leader. —In the Moonlight—Sho—“Quick, look out, youmust not let them see you with your arm around my waist" He— “Oh, I don’t care, Fwould' run any risk for your sake."—Exchange. —New Neighbor (in Chicago)—“Good morning, triy little dear. I sawyou out walking with a very fine looking gen­ tleman last evening. Is ho your papa?” Little girl—“ Yen, sir, an’ he’s ono of tbs nicest pepas lever had.”—N. Y. Weekly. —“Did any man ever kiss you before, darling?” “Before—to-day? No, Ed­ ward, you are the first" And the re­ cording angel didn’ t need tit drop n tear to blot out the fib, tor he was the first that had kissed her thst day.— Philadelphia. —“Johnny, w^at is the speed ot the snail?" “The snail has no speed.'” “I know, Bat how fast does -he travel?’’ “ He does not travel fast sir; he goes elow.” “Well,-then, if you !must hare it so, how slow does tho snail travel?” “ I am sorry to sny that 1do not know.— Harper’s Bazar. —Harry—“Dearest I love you better and better every moment and I tong for the time to come when you shall be toy -own dear wife.” Dearest—“Oh, well, Harry, there’s plenty of time, and as you say your love’s increasingall the tlttfe; it would he foolish to marry be­ fore it btbame wholly ripe."—Boston Tsatisorlpt, - —Aunt Chloe—“Yes, Rastus, It were S sadf date; on'fi o’ de saddes’ dst I corns aerhs*. De hoy was jes* runnin* a?row de railroad track brlngln’ home a witer- million frommahket. When hecrossed detbek he Satdown absent-minded like fo plug the million ter eee If it were ripe, an’ a train Conte along and cat on both hi* leg#.” Uncle Rastus -‘‘De*k tae, Bus;; ain’ t l i t terrible. Did ye* heehif demillion wet ripe?”—America —Decorating a ygdiated with bei frescoing a cellar —An effectual r greasy drain pipes »nd left to work * ■ pipe- , ' —Akimple meal of a siok-room isl tho top and open] >hnck and forward 0 0 current of fresij —Corn Oystersi grated-corn, two] much corn starcl getber, Shape iril jjght brown in gl trill do Instead of] ing the past—Ban —A Breakfast *stale rye or browr and pour over thi been seasoned v 'butter, and ttaic flour. The addit| iof grated cheese per or lunch dish.] , —TomatoSoup.- .sliced or-canned water, boil for foi| half cupful of gi mixed to a creai tablespoonful of i to taste; add one milk, bring toa l serve.—Houaekeo] —Simple Cure ounce of glycerine drops of carbolic I apply with a smal] ear sponge. The * septic, properties: ‘combined with thj theglycerine, pre results. Thisred mediate relief Household. —DornStarchCi . ter, one-half cup, cup com starch, ■< flour, one cup augl ful soda, one teas one teaspoonful f whites of threeeg] with vanilla. BiJ same—Take enou] make the desired] vanilla. Add a moisten the suga( melted chocolate Spread on the cal knife.—BostonGl NEXT YEAl X>arge FlaId« to B l orDI ie While the hot those whose busij in a.certain sense the manufacture! have already, ma] lor the summer a£i|l too early to I actually, worn n| muoh easier to fabrics which are| find little if any: Flower dosignl have no friends. [ goods in India cal color, striped, vi| the chances of next year. 8hac| * place and a ombre styles will rieties, on Ind.ii] on vigogne and i shaded stripes ivj tlons in simple . and crosswise ail seen. . Chongeantsty who foresee t* styles may do half-silk goods, the same on wo so many tecbnli commercial sue the question ur coming these! found. Shaded style Some of thi •haded dots tween fine alternate with| pea designs very fine strlj into n large at; both sides signs, the i iective. Large plaid] favor this su: been brought i tions. This Sampled extol the other hat dued quadrat lines that for deserved .. of worsteds li| squares, occat feetiveby ma will also be ’ Cheap miich worn knotted or i] Similar detacj In imitatlc lin prints summer in a liar styles eachemire. ere seen with In colors, wiij designs, in broiderid r tissues ere Squares (o r t, AUth* itj chance for sureitheSL^ will hev* n] Goods Kconc *n of ayersl: iEngl) |*cfc thaj rede )na. /gradui : of thi Its* Id; abed v Ibort s |t Engl : and S aa-oor withe one J inches |3 feet comes |ln dall asked tonumd rlindu; icllor is llamaro Ithe m const Berl ■once a: f)c by h Cologi loptiblO phis kii )» |«s/ in hoy; ['the na tld like Van nan |aen, hei tan.” let' foil ’tioned |afrienc (of joy }gman night I have my he; ?*.) Sob livlnj ight* in L’he fli lina Ma illy M: lamed A the t Inces A th chib ter Bus Imod Ti lent Et Ibild is }t, and Bozm iryor ha on reoo suit br< |nk Qua lefordS; contali covorin; paper. |ry long’ ien hav id have* |kept tfa the tin ago, tl )im, and tho sui the long NONSI ’)—“ I [take up [blotting very p ts not ta ig bolls if the i i ■you evt Witnt |e seen i ic’d be Kghii—S not let t Id my w |would.; change.' tin Chici sear. I fine j Is he , an’ he -N |ver kiss -to-daj Ursfc" need fib, foe her Is the i ] has no lit does fast, s if you the sn lat Ido t, Ilove vornant, HWhen ; r." De [plenty i rs infirei olisb t til Rsst [sftddes* jee’ ra: In’ hO m « Ittefit-i tee i m along Mud IterribD ripe?’