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DIS—CONTENT.
i) )1'. 11 in a. field one day in June,
The 11011 ors all bloomed together,
8511 e one 1.1 ho tr led to hide herself
Ami drooped that pleasant weather.
A robin. who had soared too high
And felt a little lazy,
W'as resting near a buttcroup
Who wished she was a. daisy.
F or daisies grow so big and tall,
S. 1e always had a passion
For 11 car ing fr ills about her neck,
Just in the daisy 5 fashion.
And buttcrcups must always be
The same old tiresome color,
While daisies dress in gold and white,
Although the gold is duller,
“Dear Robin," said this sad young flower,
“Perhaps you’d not mind trying
To find a. nice white fr'ill for me,
Some day when you are flying,”
“You silly thing,” the Robin said.
‘ i think you must be or 1121 ,
I d 1 other be my honest self
Th 111 any made up daisy.
“You’re nicer in your own bright; gown;
The little children love you:
Be the best buttercup you can, ,
And think no flower above you. ’
“ l‘hough 1:11 1111011 5 keep me out of sight,
\\ d better keep our places;
Per h-1ps the 1101' 1d would all go wrong
W ith one too many daisies.
“Look bravely up into the sky
And be Content with knowing
That God wished for a. buttereup
Just here where you a: e growing,"
—Sarah Or'ne Jewett.
LOVE’S SACRIFICE.
“My door,” said Hero Field, “don’t
gi1c up. If you vicld this wan, it’s
all up 111th vou during your 1111111011
life. And the idea of a bride in her
honeymoon being weighed down with
an old grandfather and grandmother-
in-law!"
Nannie Eastlnke was a bright-eyed
girl of nineteen—a girl who had been
brought up in a fashionable boarding
school. And the first real heart ex-
pc1icnce that ever happened to her 11 as
Donald A"ub1ey s love.
‘ It is such an elegant' house,” said
Nannie. “Turkey carpets, furniture of
ebony and gold, and the tiniest little
gem of a conservatory filled with
roses. carnelius and the sweetest car-
-11:1tions, and my boudoir' all in pink
-:
and silver." 1
"Of course it’s all very fine.” said
Miss Field, “but you’ll never enjoy it
with those horrid, mischief-11111111115; an-
tcdiluviuns sniffing and prowling
around."
“But they are Donald‘s
ents." pleaded Nan.
“Well, what then? Let him provide
for them as other people do. His wife
has the first right in the house, and so
I’d tell him if I were you. A mother-
in-law would be bad enough, but this
is ten times worse.”
So when Mr. Aubrey came to make
his usual evening call that night and
Aunt Ponsonby had discreetly made
some excuse for leaving the drawing-
1'oom, Nannie broached the subject at
once. ' '
“Don-alt,” she said,
been thinking—’ ”
“Yes, dear?”
“And I’ve come to the conclusion
that you ought not to ask me to make
a home for old Mr. and Mrs. Vivian.”-
“ls it not right and natural, Nannie,
that their home should be with me?”
he asked, his face clouding over.
“I dare say it will be very nice for
them,” said Nannie, with a toss of her
head. “But how about me?”
“Do you object to them?”
“Very decidedly indeed,” answered
the pretty young girl, fondly imagin-
ing that she had but to lift her slender
finger to win any boon that she asked
of Donald Aubrey.
“I am very sorry,” said the young
man. calmly. “As I have decided to
ask them to remain permanently with
me, I cannot permit my wife—’
Nannie r'eddened.
“I am not your wife yet, Mr. Aubrey,
and I will not be your wife if—"
“Think of what you are saying!”
“I mean it.
into a nest of relations-In-law, and you
must choose between your grandpar-
ents and me.”
“Nannie!"
“I am quite in earnest,” said she. “If
you really care for me you will give
up this unreasonable caprice.”
His dark eyes were bent on bars as
if to read the very secrets of her
heart.
“Is it unreasonable," he asked, “to
honor our aged parents? Is it {1 ca-
price to retain some natural affection
for those who loved and cared for me
when I was a helpless child? If you
think it is, Nannie, I have been sorely
mistaken in your character.”
The girl‘s lips quivercd.
“I am then to understand that your
selection is made?” ‘
“I prefer my duty to anything in the
world Nannie.”
“I have the honor to 11 ish you a very
good evening. ”
Before he could add another word
the girl had left the room.
“Good!” cried Miss Field the next
day when Nannie related to her the oc-
currence of the evening. “He’ll be on
his kneesto you before three days are
passed, and you’ll have your own way
for good and all after this.”
But the three days had passed, and
three more on the top of them, and
never a penitent lover appeared to sue
for Nannie’s pardon.
“Oh, Hero, what shall I do?”
pleaded with tears in her‘ eyes.
“Let him go,” said Miss Field.
To tell the truth, Hero had been a
little envious" that Nannie Eastlakc
had been engaged before herself.
Donald Aubrey was sitting alone in
the pretty blue and gold drawing-room
that he had furnished expressly with
regard to Nannie's taste. Mr. and
Mrs. Vivian, early risers and early rc-
tirers, had gone to bed, although it
was hardly yet dark, when the little
parlor maid came to the door and
said— ‘
, “A lady. to see you, sir."
grand par-
“I have lately
she
I do not choose to marry,
'l‘hon Donald found himself looking
3:1,: irzlo tr..- deep blue eye-s of Miss
:.. Sl- .li(l‘.
\auni 1!' he cried.
"Yes. 1:; Is 1. Oh, Donald, I have
1.111 so foolish, so wrong-headed. And
1 1111.0 come to ask your pardon.”
2115' 111::11. (lear' little Nannie! Not
:1 word mor’e.’
"' :lut I must speak, Donald. I must _
tell you how earnestly I have repented
my temper and folly. If you will take
me back to your heart, I will try to be
a good wife to you and a dutiful
daughter to your grandparents.”
The wedding day came, and the wed-
ding tour passed away, and Nannie
Aubrey came borne to the house pre-
pared for her.
The old people were waiting on the
threshold to greet her. .The young
bride kissed and embraced them heart-
ily.
"It is so nice to have you here to
welcome us,” she said. “You are sure
you have been quite comfortable? And
grandpapa, has he had his dinners just
as he likes them? But I mean to see
to that myself now, for you know I
am quite a housekeeper already.”
But'when dinner was over the two
old people got up.
"Where are you going?” asked the
bride, in surprise.
"Home,” said Mrs. Vivian.
“Home is here.” said Nannie.
"No, my dear, no," said the old lady,
kindly. “Young people are better by
themselves. Donald has bought us a
nice cottage a mile or two out in the
country. where I can keep a cow and
grandfather can look after the porri-
by. You must come and see us every
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So the old people trudged away. and
Nannie look'ed up into her husband’s
face.
“Donald, what does this mean?"
asked tremulously.
“It means, my darling,” he an-
swered, “that grandpnpa and his wife
could not be happy in the unwontcd
confinement of a city. They love the
country. So you will have a home with-
out any relations-in-law, after all."
"011, Donald, do not repeat my silly
words!” she whispered.
she
Saved by Little Coyotes.
Out West, last spring, two young
men were ploughing, when they found
two young coyotes, a species of prairie
dog. They tried to take the coyotes
borne. After a good deal of trouble
with the father and mother, who strug-
gled to recover the puppies, the men
succeeded in driving the father and
mother away, and then tied the pup-
pies securely in a bag. They watched
the bag for a while, but, as the father
and mother did not attempt to come
nearer than the edge of the wood, they
thought they were thoroughly fright-
ened and would not try to get their
babies back. The men followed the
plough from end to end of the field,
passing the little creatures in the bag
several times. Suddenly there was
a strange sight when they turned down
the field. It was the mother coyote
dragging the bag across the field to
the woods. She reached the woods
with the bag, escaping the men, and
there ripped open and let her puppies
out—New York Journal.
The Duchess’s Dog.
The young Duches of Marlborough
is rarely seen without her pet dog by
her side, such a sweet, curly-headed,
roguish little spaniel. Really, he is
worthy of all the adjectives one may
lavish upon him. The “Blenheim Fa«
vorite” had for ancestor a spaniel who
followed the great Duke all through
the battle of Blenheim, which won for
that hero the duked‘om.
“Handsome John Churchill"—the
name by which the first Duke was
known—was somuch touched by the
dog’s devotion that he kept him by his
side from the day of the “famous vic-
tory” until the time of his death. Tire
American Duchess, who has the his-
tory of the Marlboroughs at her' finger-
tips, 1vhen she found that the little
spaniel of whom I write was a lineal
descendant of “Handsome John’s "’ pet,
adopted him immediately and is rarely
seen even in London without the dog-
gie, fr'isking after her skirts or' sitting
composedly upon her knee.—-—I1‘rom
The Woman at Home.
SNAP SHOTS.
The difference between poetry and
rhyme is that people will read rhyme.
One good way of getting on in the
game of life is to remember what is
trumps.
A huckster' with a push-cart full of
apples makes more noise than a four-
hor‘se team loaded with gold for Uncle
Sam's treasury.
There is no use. in wearing oneself
‘out. The sun keeps our system of plan-
ets in good order with-out working
overtime. ‘ '
Work brings us bread, but singing
may bring us a thousand dollars a.
night. Happy is the man who sings
at his work!
Humor is the sunshine that keeps
off the storms of life, but‘some jokes
get so old that they look like borrowed
umbrellas.
i1 hen a man informs you that the
whole, world is a pack of fools, you
may be sure he knows just where to
put his hand on an exception to prove
the rule.
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Christine Nilssnn.
Though she retired from the world
so quietly and unobtrusively that fcw’
people knew that she had really left
it, Christine Nilsson. the great singer
is still a beautiful and most charming
woumn. For her favorite hobby, the
Countess lie Cnsa Miranda, us she now
is, has taken up :1 collection of laces,
hot 11 black and white. For jewelry she.
has no great. liking, though her collec-
tion of precious stones is one of the
.most famous in Europe—From" An-
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A FRENCH MOSLEM.
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KISSES THE/ STEPS AS HE ENTERS
THE CHAMBER OF DEPUTIES.
Though a. -Frenclrrnan Ho Adopted the.
hioharnnredan Religion, and Devotes
Himself to Teaching His New Belief in
the French legislators by the appear--
once of a member “curing the cos-
tume of one of the nomad tribes of the
Algerian desert.
He wore a flowing white hurrrous
about his body, and his head was cov-
ered by a turban. The laws of his res
ligion required him to wear his turban
in the iChamber, for it is a Moham-
medan rule always to keep the head
covered in a place where great respect
should be shown.
011 his arrival at the Chamber Dr.
Grenicr‘ knelt and kissed the steps be-
fore he entered and repeated this core-
mony immediately after passing the
vestibule.
As one of the youngest: members of
the Chamber, he was called upon to
act as temporary secretary pending
the election of the regular officers for
the coming session. As he followed
the President of the Chamber to the
desk assigned to him he again knelt
and kissed the floor.
Dr'. Grenier, although a Frenchman,
has features which adapt themselves
rather well to the Arab dress. He was
converted to the new religion in the
French colony of Algeria. He made
the orthodox pilgrimage to Mecca and
then sought to become a mollah or
priest. One of his legs, however, is
shorter than the other, and as the Mo
hammedan law requires that a priest
shall be free from physical deformity,
he could not take up the sacred of-
fice. Disappointed in this he de-
termined to devote himself to propa‘
gating his new religion in France.
He settled in Pontar'lier', where he
gave free medical treatment to the
poor and succeeded in making eight
converts to Islam. His originality and
charity enabled him to be elected Dep‘
uty.
The French Chamber has lately had
a large supply of eccentric members.
Among them was Thivrier, the works
ingman member, who always wore his
blouse in the House. Another mem-
ber was a professional strong man,
who had gained fame by his ability to
catch a cannon ball fired at him.
A 'CITY WITHOUT WHEELS.
A Mexican Town \Vher'e a Carriage is a
Tradition.
(Satorce is Spanish for fourteen. The
tradition is that so many soldiers de«
serted from the Spanish army in Mexi—
co some time in the last century,
climbed to this almost inaccessible
spot, turned bandits, discovered that
the mountain under them was full of
1: silver, began to mine and in due course
became rich and respectable. To-day
Catorce enjoys all that goes to make
life comfortable and agreeable, save
one thing. The telegraph and the tele—
phone have reached the city, on poles
which have been planted along slopes
on which goats can hardly hold foot‘
ing. There are pianos in the houses
of the well—to—do. If the stranger is
so fortunate as to be doing business
of Catorce about the dinner hour he
will be entertained in a way to make
the memory of hospitality on the-
mountain most satisfactory.
In every sense save one Catorce is
metropolitan, as things go in Mexico.
Gatorce has no wheels. By this it is
not meant that Catorce is without the
bicycle. Catorce not only has no bi«
cycles, but it has no wheeled vehicles
of any kind. There'is not so much as
a pushcart within the corporate limits.
The back of the bump is Cator'ce’s
common carrier.
‘It is not strictly accurate,” said Mr.
Kaufman, the leading druggist of Ca-
torce, and one of the three English-
speaking residents, “to speak of this
city as never having known the pres-
ence of a wheeled vehicle. The oldest
inhabitants ‘ill tell you of a tradition
that once a carriage was seen in Gas
torce. The occasion was the celebra-
tion of a certain very notable anniver-
sary. The carriage was separated into
as many parts as practicable. The pieces
were loaded on the backs of burros.
When they reached the city they were
put together. The carriage was used
as the chief feature of a procession.
There was only one street in the whole
city on which the carriage could be
drawn. That was the thoroughfare to
the cemetery. After the celebration,
the carriage was taken apart and car'-
ried down the mountain in the same
way that it had been brought up.—St.
Louis Globe-Democrat. '
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A TVidow of1776.
The only pensioner of the Revolu-
tionary war living in New England is
Mrs. Esther Damon, of Plymouth, Vt.
She is eighty-three years old, and was
married in 1835. Since her husband
died, in 1842, she has received $80 a
year from the Government as a pen‘
sion.—-N'ew, York W'orld.
His Plan. I?
“How does Volumes get his manu-
scripts carried in the mails so cheap-
ly? 'He says he only pays newspaper
'ates on them.”
“By sacrificing his pride and sham.
ing the devil. He marks them ‘Second
Class Matter; ”—Cincinnati Common.
cirrl Tribune.
When is the wind like a rose-bud?
—,-When it is blowing.
Why is a tear like a potato?—Be.
cause it springs from the eye.
France.
The most curious figure in the'
French Chamber of Deputies is Dr.
Grcn‘ier, the Mohammedan member
for Pontarlier;
A sensation was produced among
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A Curious Cornnurn'ity.
In Hoboken, N. J., there is a curi-
ous place known as “the old boat
graveyard,” where more than a hun-
dred canal boats, in various stages of
rottenncss and repair are lying about
in the black mud or floating on the
tide. At least fifty families live on
these boats, some of whom have lived
there many years. Others are wait-
ing only long enough for their boats
to be repaired. The “graveyard,” or
basin,” has a community life of its
own, with a saloon and town pump.
The saloon is built .on a canal boat
that was old fifty years ago. Never-
theless it is the most pretentious
building in the settlement, having
three doors and several windows, and
being freshly covered with green
paint. In front of it is the pump,
from which the occupants of the boats
procure all the water they need for
domestic and drinking purposes. The
old inhabitants pay wharfage for
their boats on the same terms as
though the craft could really float.
This is a community in which nearly
every head of a family owns his home
but has not paid for a place to keep
it. The boats belonging to the old
settlers, it is true, could not be sold or
given away unless they were still to
be used as houses and left in their
present places.' The people who live
on them are not scrupulous as to their
surroundings and cheerfully accept
malaria and “skeeters” and all the
other ills attendant upon their state
of life.
Two of Archbishop Benson’s Stories.
The late Archbishop of Canterbury
had many good stories to tell. Two are
recalled by his private secretary, Man-
ieville B. Phillips, in some “Personal
Reminiscences,” which he contributes
to the January number of the London
Sunday Magazine. One concerned
Archbishop Tait’s coachm'an, who was
1 very original character. One day a
clergyman who cal-led at the palace
asked him whether he had still as
much to do as ever. The answer was
sublime. “There’s always a goodish
bit doing, sir, but it's been a trifle
easier since we took young Mr. Parry
into the business!” The Right Rev.
Edward Parry had recently been ap-
pointed Bishop Suffragan of Dover.
Another of the Archbishop’s stories,
also of a coachman, Will be new to
many. A gentleman living in the
neighborhood of Addington, finding
that the stablemen were not in the
13bit of attending church, spoke to his
:oachman about it. “They ought to
go,” he said. “That’s just what I say
myself,” was the rejoinder. “I says
:0 them—look at me, I go, and what
rarm does it do me?”
The Truth Not Half Told.
“You are charged,” said the Judge,
“with riding your bicycle through the
streets at a. rate exceeding ten miles an
hour.”
"Ten miles?" said the man, whose
new wheel had run away With 11.111;
"ten miles? I'll bet I was going three
hundred."
A Lucky Cave-in.
Cave ins in the coal region are usu-rl-
ly dreaded as dangerous and expensive
accidents, but there was one 118.1)” Lew“
iston, Pa., recently, which was .1. .mp-
py accident. It was found that the
cave-in-opened a hole into an old mine,
which was supposed to be filled with
water, and which had been abandoned
and the shaft closed on that account.
The water had evidently drained 011' to
a. lower level, and the owners of the
mine believe they will be able to rc-
move from it sixty acres of 001.1.
Not in the Iliad.
wooden horse having entered
The
within the citidel, the perfidious Greek! ‘
leaped from its interior, _
“April fool,” they cried, exultingly'.
Among the followers of Agamemnon
there was much merriment, but the
Trojans were as sore as if somebody
had given them chocolate drops filled
with soap.—-Detroit Tribune.
He" Could Guess.
‘Nillie (with a wry face)——21Ian1ma,
did the Lord make quinine?
I1.la111n1a-——I presume he (lid.
\‘v'irriem-Weli. it wasn’t the Lord that
put that awmi taste in it, and lit. br—r‘ i
know “1110 it want—Chica go Tribune.
SPIRITUAL KISSES.
Viren He Pleases a Parson Can Accept OT
Refuse One.
At a fashionable weddiag party near
London, just as the happy pair were
about to start on their wedding tour, .
the pretty little bride was thanking the
clergyman who had made her and he:-
choice one, on which the reverend gen~
tleman, who was an old friend of th”:
family and a bit of a. wag, said.
‘ But, my dear, you have not paid 111:
my fee.”
“What rs that?” asked the bride.
“A kiss. Won’t you pay it before
you go?"
“Of course I will," she answered,
blushing and laughing. And she did.
A severe old maiden lady, standing
by, was terribly shocked at such levity
and worse, as she thought it, on the
part of the jolly divine, but every one
else, the bridegroom included, Smiled
at the incident. As the old maid, a lit-
tle later, was about. to drive away from
the door she put her head out of the
brougham window and said severely, as
the person among others bade her
adieu:
“Well. Parson. how about that eccle-
siastical kiss?” ’
"Not now.” answered' he. "I will
give ityou another time. So very pub-
lic here.”
She disappeared. The guests roared,
and the parson scored.——American, -
Philadelphia.
Poet Riley and Ills \Vheel.
A man with a smiling face, eyeglas-
ses on his nose and a. toothpick hanging
to his lips, stepped up to the wicket
window in the City Comptroller’s office
the other afternoon, says the Philadel-
phia Sentinel.
“Give me a license, a bicyclelicense,”
he said to the clerk.
“How long have you had
wheel?" asked the latter.
“Oh, I’ve had it a good long while,
but that don’t matter. Give me a. 1i«
sense that will be good all the rest of
this year, and I’ll be satisfied,” was the
re ly
The clerk charged him to the full ex-
tent of $1, owing to the tacit admission
that he had owned the wheel prior to
April 1. The latter picked up the li-
cense, looked at it quizzically a. moment
andthrusting it into his pocket, saun-
tered out. The purchaser of the license
was James Whiteomb Riley, who has
fallen a victim to the cycle fever.
11m.
Attention is call (1 to that interesting
person, the Princ of Monaco, by the
fact that the President of the French
Republic has just paid him a visit.
Monaco is a principality within the
borders and under the domination of a
republic, and its internal government rs
your
'at the same time a despotism compared .
to which the Prince has himself said
that of the Czars is mild.
His revenues from the gambling ta-
bles of Monte Carlo are very large. The
principality is eight square miles in ex-
tent, and includes the old and pictur-
esque town of Monaco and the wicked
but beautiful Monte Carlo. The Prince
legislates with the aid of such advisers
as he chooses. and a law goes into force ‘
by his decree solely. The name of the
royal family is Grimraldi and it has
reigned for 900 years. The present
Prince, Albert, is forty- -ei.ght He mar-
ried first a sister of the Du1 to of Hamil-
ton. Eleven years later he was di-
vorced for reasons that are not publicly
known, the Pope consenting to ennui
the marriage, a. very unusual pro-4 1?-
ing. The Prince afterward married the
widow of the Due do Richelieu, who is
also a kinswoman of the poet Helene.—
N. Y. Journal.
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None but Novices.
Max—I swear to heaven that you are
the first woman Iever kissed.
Delia (with a. sigh)—That’s the
trouble with this miserable season of
year. One has to break in so much new
material, and for some other summer
girls benefit. likely as not. —Truth.
He Was Young in Practice.
“Hadn’t you better call another phy-
sician?” said the wife to the young
doctor, who was treating her‘ hus—
band. “Just for consultation, you
know.”
“No, ma’am,” he replied. “My ideas
are confused enough already.”——Buf-
falo Times.
Stamped “BOSS”
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