NORWALK GAZETTE wanna-why SEPTEMBER 24.. 1590. ’ .5L...._. . -_.... . .,... A IJISGUISED HERO. He saunters along with a laggard step; In his face. no pride or passion— His clothes are not of the latest cut—- His hat is quite out of fashion. He stops to drink at the horse trough there, Of the water cool and dripping, The generous droughts of a thirsty man, NO meager, half way sipping. A tramp. perhaps. or worse; who knows? At the roadside now he‘s sleeping— But, hark! What terrible sound is that? Loud screams and mad flames leaping. A house on fire, with its dire results; Weak women and babes in danger, With water scarce and absent men— But where is the sleeping stranger? A man stands there in the very place Of the careless footsore creature; But this one has courage to do and dare Marked out in every feature. Yet he is the same, this hero brave, The shiftless seeming stranger; He careth not for leaping flames, He careth not for the danger. s: :5 =I= * * a: at: The babes are safe in their mother‘s arms, And hushed are the sobs and sighiug, But down on' the greensward, over there, The hero bold is dying. On lifting the cape of his seedy coat (Put there by loving favor) They found three medals, on each inscribed, “To the Hero, Our Brave Life Saver.” ’ —Z\'ew York Ledger. A MODERN HERO. To the Memory of Michael Rooney, this simple stone was erected by his Fellow Workmen. Those words you may read any day upon a plain white slab in a cemetery in one of our large cities. But you might read them a hundred times without guessing at the little tragedy they indicate, without know- ing the humble romance which ended with the placing of that stone above the dust of one poor and humble man. In his shabby jacket and mud laden bro- gans he was scarcely an attractive object ' aslle walked into Mr. Camp’s great tin and hardware shop one day and presented himself at the counter with: o“ “I’ve been tould ye advertised for hands, yer honor.” "Fully supplied, my man,” said Mr. Camp, not lifting his head from his ac- count book. “I’d work faithful, sir, and take low wages till I could do better, and I’d learn ~31: would that.” "" Ittwras an Irish brogue, and Mr. Camp had declared that he never would employ an incompetent hand. Yet the tone at- tracted him. He turned briskly, and with his pen behind his ear he addressed the man who was only one of fifty who had answered his advertisement that morning for four workmen. “What. makes you expect to learn faster than. other folks? Are you any smarter?” “I’ll not say that,” said the man, “but I’d be wishing to; that ’ud make it easier.” “Are you used to the work?” “I’ve done a bit of it.” “Much?” “NO, yer honor; I‘LL tell no lie; but I know a bit about tins.” “You are too Old for an apprentice, and you’d be in the way, I calculate,” said Mr. Camp, looking at the brawny arms. Be- sides, I know your countrymen—lazy fel- lows who never do their best. NO; I’ve been taken in by Irish hands before, and I won’t have another.” “The Virgin will have to be afther bring- ing ’em over in her two arms, thin,” said the man despairingly, “for I’ve tramped all day for the last fortnight, and niver a job can I get, and that’s the last penny I have, yer honor, and it’s but a half one.” As he spoke he spread his palm open and displayed an English halfpcnny. “Bring whom over?” asked Mr. Camp, arrested by the odd speech as he turned ‘ away. “J ist Nora and J amesy.” “Who are they?” “The wan’s me wife, the other me child,” said the man. “Oh, sir, jist thry me. How’ll I bring ’em over to me if no one will give me a job? I want to be aiming, and the whole big city seems aginst it, and me with arms like thim.” He bared his arms 1 J the elbow as he spoke, and Mr. Camp looked at them and then at his face. “I’ll hire you for a week,” he said; “and now as it’s noon go down into the kitchen and ask the girl to give you your dinner—— a hungry man can’t work.” And with’an Irish blessing the new hand ' obeyed, while Mr. Camp went upstairs to his own meal. Rooney worked hard and actually learned fast. At the end of the week he was en- gaged permanently, and soon was the best workman in the shop. He was a great talker, but not fond of drink nor of wast— ing money. As his wages grew he hoarded every penny, and wore the same shabby clothes in which he had made his first ap- pearance. “Ivery cent I spend,” he said one day, “puts off the bringing Nora and Jamesy over. Better no coat to me back than no wife and boy by me fireside, and anyhow, it’s slow work saving.” _ , It. was slow work, but he kept at it. Other men, thought-less and full of fun, tried to make him drink, coaxed him to accompany them to places of amusement or to share in their Sunday frolics. All in vain. Rooney liked fun, liked companion- ship, but he would not delay that long 'Iooked for bringing of Nora over, and he . was not “mane enough” to accept favors of others which he would not repay. He kept on his way, a martyr to his one great wish, living on little, working at night on any extra job by which he could earn a trifle, and talking to any one who would listen of his one great hope and of Nora ‘ and little J amesy. At first the men, Who prided themselves 5’ on being all Americans, and on turning out ; the best work in the city, made a sort of butt of Rooney and his Irish ways. But he won their hearts at last, and when one day, mounting on a workbench, he shook his little bundle,wrapped in a red handker- chief, before their eyes and shouted; “Look, boys, I’ve got the whole at last; I’m goin’ to bring Nora. and Jamesy over at last!” all felt a. sympathy in his joy, and» each grasped his brawny hand 'in cordial congratulations. They parted in a merry mood, most of the men going to comfortable homes. But . Rooney’s resting. place was a poor lodging house, where he shared a garret with four ' , other men, and in the joy of his heart the. poor fellow exhibited his handkerchief ' 3with his hard earned savings tied up in a . - hard Wad in “the middle, before he put it , , under his pillow and fell asleep. When] ' he awakened in the morning he found his . ‘ fissure gone.- Some villain had robbed l h 1 At first Rooney wOuld not believe it lost. , JIc searched every corner of the room, flock his quilt and blanket. and begged those about him to “quit joking and givb 3 back.” But at last he realized the truth. "In any man that bad that’s thaved from me?” he asked. - “Boys, is any man that bad?” And some one answered, “No doubt of it, Rooney; it’s stOle.” Then. Rooney put his head down on his hands and wept. It seemed more than he could bear—to have Nora and the child put months away from him again. But when he went to work that day it seemed to all who saw him that he had picked up a new'determination; his hands were never idle. At noon he scratched out a letter, blotted and very strangely scrawled, telling Nora what had happened, and the men noticed that he had no meat with his dinner. Indeed from that moment he lived on bread, potatoes and cold water, and worked as few men ever worked before. It grew to be the talk of the shop, and every one wanted to help Rooney. Jobs were thrown in his way, kind words and friendly wishes helped him mightily, but no power could make him share the food or drink of any other workman. That seemed a sort of charity to him. Still he was helped along. A present from Mr. Camp at pay day set Nora, as he said, “a week nearer.” The little hoard grew faster than the first. At last, before he hoped it, he was able to say, “I’m going to bring them over,” and to ShOW his handkerchief, in which, as be- fore, he tied up his earnings—this time, however, only to his friends. Cautious among strangers, he hid his treasure, and kept llis‘vest buttoned over it night and day until the tickets were bought and sent. Then every man, woman and child capable of hearing or understanding knew that N ora and the baby were coming. The days flew by and brought at last a. letter from his wife. “She would start as he desired, and she was well and so was the boy, and might the Lord bring them safe to each other’s arms and bless those who had been so kind to him.” That was the substance of the epistle that Rooney )roudly assured the men that Nora wrote herself. She had lived at service as a girl with a certain good old lady who had given her an education, the items of which Rooney told upon his fingers, “The radin’, that’s one; and the writin’, that’s three; and moreover she knows all a woman can.” Then he looked at the men and asked, “Do ye wondther the time seems long between me an’ her, boys?” ’ So it was Nora at the dawn of day, Nora at noon and Nora at night, until the news came that the Kathleen had come to port. It happened on a holiday afternoon, and half a dozen men were ready to go with Rooney to the steamer and give his wife a welcome. Her little home was ready. Mr. Camp’s own servant had put it in order. “She hadn’t the loike of that in the ould counthry,” said Rooney, when all was ar- ranged, “but she’ll know how to kape it tidy.” . At last the deck was reached. A crowd of vehicles blockaded the street; a troop of emigrants came thronging up; fine cabin passengers were stepping into cabs; drivers and porters were shouting in the usual manner. . Nora would wait on board for her husband—he knew that. The little group made their way into the vessel, and Rooney searched for the two so dear to him, patiently at first, but by and by growing anxious and excited. “Why don’t you ask the captain?” sug- gested one, and Rooney jumped at the thought. In a few moments he stood be- fore a portly, rubicund men, who nodded to him kindly. “I’m looking for me wife, yer honor,” said Rooney, “and I can’t find her. I bade her wait for me.” “Women don’t always do as they are bid, you know,” said the captain. “Nora would,” said Rooney; “but maybe she didn’t come.” At the name of Nora. the captain started. In a. moment he asked, “What is your name?” “Mike Rooney, sir.” “And your wife was Nora?” “That’s her name, and the boy with her is Jamesy, your honor.” The captain looked at Rooney and then said, “Sit down, my man; I’ve got some- thing to tell you.” . “She’s left behind?” asked Rooney. “She sailed with us,” said the captain. “My man, we all have our trials; God sends them. Yes, Nora started with us.” Rooney said nothing. He was looking at the captain, now white to the lips. “It had been a sickly season; we had ill- ness on board—the cholera,” said the cap- tain. “Many died—many children. When we were half way here your boy was taken sick”——- . “J amesy!” gasped Rooney. “His mother watched him, night and day,” the captain went on, “and we did all we could; but at last he died, only one of many. There were five buried that day.” Rooney groaned. “Keep up if you can, my man,” said the captain. “That night Nora was taken ill also, very suddenly;’she grew worse fast. In the morning she called me to her and said, ‘Tell Rooney I died thinking of him; tell him to meet me.’ And, my man, she never said anything more; in an hour she was gone.” Rooney had risen; he stood up trying to steady himself, looking at the captain with dry eyes: then, turning to his friends, he said: ' “Boys, I’ve got me death,” and dropped to the deck like a log. They raised him and bore him away. They carried him to the little bed which had been made ready for Nora, wearied with her long journey. There at last he opened his eyes. Mr. Camp bent over him, and the room was full of Rooney’s fellow workmen. “Better, Rooney?” asked Mr. Camp. , “A dale betther,” said Rooney; "it’s easy now. I’ll be with 'her soon. And look ye, masther, I’ve learnt one thing—God’s good. He wouldn’t let me bring Nora over, but he’s taking me over to her—and J amesy—over the river. Don’t you see it, and her a-standin’ on the other side?” And with these words Rooney stretched out his arms. Perhaps he did see Nora— heaven only knows—and so he died—Eve- lena J. Fryer in Independent. A Born Infidel. A little sprite of- a girl about 4 years old was very cross one day and her mother, reproving her, said: “Nellie, you must'not get into such tempers; you must try hard not to.” “I do try,” whimpered Nellie, “but something inside 0’ me is wrong, and I feel cross, cross, cross.” “You must pray to God and ask him to take away the cross feeling.” “I did ask God and he paid no ’tention.” “You must" ask harder,” said the mother; “there is another one who is tryi g to get you away from God.” Nellie was very much interested in this “other one” and wanted to know all about him. :80 her mother told her as ‘ simply as she could the. old. version. of. the rise and fall of Satan, and that little girls ccntly, shook her web head in a comforting way and made-her mother weep by so : “If God made an angel that lived rig t in heaven right ’fore his eyes, and~ the angel acted that way, God can’t ’epect much of me.”—New York Tribune. _must be. ood s‘o ”Satan'eouldu't ‘ge‘t‘them. Nollie; > listened, folded heri littlé’h‘an‘d’s‘ couple- UNDERNEATH‘. FLORIDA. THE EXPERIENCE OF A NEW ENG- LANDER UNDERGROUND. ’ , . .l‘wo College Boys in Search of Plumes and Skins—Into the Mysterious Abyss by Moonlight—\Von‘dera Galore Below Florida's Surface. The train from South Florida brought to Jacksonville two young men en route from the Kissimmee river to Portland, Me. Their fiames are James Dickinson and Roland rown. They affably explained their mis- sion and unfolded the narrative of their Florida experience. Mr. Brown said: ‘ “Well, to start at the beginning, we are from a little Maine village on the coast, not far from Portland. Dickinson and l were both preparing for college in the same Portland academy, but we saw that our funds were at a low ebb, and that although we had worked our way through up to that time, we would have to stop awhile and pitch into something to be able to get back next year and finish up. We had read a great deal of Florida, and Florida hunting in particular, as gunning was our common hobby, and an article on gathering heron and egret plumes in som! magazine put a new idea into our heads. ’ “\Ve went by rail to Kissimmee. Here we fitted out the canoe, and with all sail up one breezy afternoon started down the" lake which commences near Kissimmee. We pushed on through the canals into Lake Kissimmee and on down the river. We stretched a tent over the canoe nights and got along very comfortably. Down this marshy, slow flowing river we began to find the herons and egrets and commenced our plume harvest. You see the plumes are worth from $1 to $1.50 each, and this was what we were counting on to help us out. FLORIDA’S WONDERS. "After twisting about the creek we final~ ly ran right by a bluff, and about 5 o’clock we hauled our canoe out on a sandy beach and climbed to the top, where we found an ideal camping ground, carpeted with fine needles and abundant in firewood. “We soon had our tent pitched, a fire blazing and things fixed in comfortable style. Our supply of water, however, was short. the creek being muddy and brack- ish, and our metal tanks,which were filled the week before, were nearly empty. These zinc tanks were made to fit in the bow and stem, and I took one of them and started off through the high pine woods to find a. spring. The short twilight was over, but a full moon gave plenty of light. After walking about a mile I heard a murmur- ing, rushing sound at my right, and head- ed for the water evidently in that direc- tion. "Presently i saw a good sized stream glim. mering through the trees, the silver river seemed to end abruptly, and it looked very puzzling until I reached the bank, when I saw that I had run across one of Florida’s natural wonders, of which I had often read. Here was a large stream of water flowing between low banks for a long distance, and suddenly pouring into the earth and disap- pearing from sight. was a subterranean river. “But 1 was after the water, which was clear and cold. So I stepped down the bank quite a distance above the cataract and tried to unscrew the cover of my tank. The obstreperous piece of metal was stuck tight, and while I was wrestling with it the crumbly clay bank gave way and I slipped into the water, still clinging to my water tank, which buoyed me up as a life preserver. l clung to it and kicked out for the shore. INTO THE EARTH. “I had about a hundred feet to drift, and although I could touch the bank at times I could find nothing to grasp but the treach- erous crumbling clay. Buoyed up by my life preserver, I swung round in a swirling eddy, and with one last cry for help and a kind of dreamy wonder as to how far down I would drop, my breath left me. After the first agonizing plunge down—it seemed to me hundreds of feet—my head shot out into the air for a moment, and I saw that the stream was running horizontally through the black, rayless cavern on whose walls the spray was splashing. I caught my breath when my head struck the roof, and I was borne violently under again, and in the mighty pressure of water became unconscious. * ‘ , “IVllen my senses returned I was floating quietly on the surface of a body of water, , my arms still held by the strap of my life preserver, which had indeed saved me, holding me up while I floated unconscious. I paddled slowly to the nearest shore, and fell down in the grass, bruised and wearied. In the moonlight I saw that the pool I had just left was circular, and about a hundred yards in diameter. black and deep, but without a ripple. “I lay down under a big pine tree to get . rested and wait for daylight, as I had en- tirely lost my bearings. The pool was evi- dently a sink hole, fed by the subterranean stream. and with probably an underground outlet. 1 had been drawn into the river, carried underground and borne through, the opening into the pool, and could have been in the water but a very few minutes, as the rosy flush in the ' western sky had not faded. -' MADE MONEY, NEVERTHELESS. "The quantities of water which I had swallowed made me weak and sick, and I -fell asleep, and woke up to find the sun just rising. I picked'up my water tank, determined to take it back filled, and start- ed in the direction I thought I had come. After two hours’ tramping I heard a gun fired right ahead of me, and in a few min: utes was near enough to Dickinson to call and attract his attention. He was nearly frantic at my mysterious disappearance, and thought that a panther had taken me in. I told him my wonderful adventure, and we made for camp, as I was nearly starved. “We remained in camp on this bluff till the plume season was about over. Then we cruised back into 'Kissimmee river without any more adventures and re- joined our sharpie in Lake Jessup. We secured enough heron and egret plumes, bird skins and alligatOr hides to enable us to clear a good sized sum after paying all our expenses. We shipped our booty to New York, and sold our entire cruising outfit and both boats to two Englishmen on the upper St. J ohn’s for a good price. We had a glorious tiihc, are healthy and hard as bricks, and have 'uiade enough money to carry us through college. ”—Flor4 ida Times-Union. _ . A Remarkable Find. : Mr. John C. smith, of Middle street,'lo_st 3,65 note on Lisbon street Sunday evening. Early on Monday morning he went to the‘ place where he remembered taking some ,money from his vest pocket and there near that very spot ’bo‘found it. The rain dur- ing the night prevented its being‘blown . away, and fortunately no'one who fancied he needed it more than Mr. Smith did had passed that way.—Lewiston Journal. I - The C. 5.8. C. The letters . Chautauqua literary and Scientific Circle. interesting features 'of the assembly. It was organized in 1878 for the purpose of 'prOinOtIng habits 'of ‘ reading ' and study ‘in nature, art, science and literature in con- nection ‘with the routine of daily life, and is more especially intended to be helpful to those whose means are limited and whose advantages are circumscribed. When this plan of home study was first unfolded at a meeting held in the amphi- theatre 700 persons joined the society at once. N ow there are 17,000 local circles, as the groups of students are denominated, and they are literally all over the face of the earth. Even in South Africa there have been several hundred members en- rolled, and Miss M. E. Landfear, who is the secretary for South Africa, with her headquarters at Wellington, Cape of Good Hope, is here at the assembly, and gives a cheerful report of the immense good wrought in that region by the C. L. S. 0. Japan has its circle also, but in that coun- try it has been found necessary to arrange a special course. The secretary of the C. L. S. C. is Miss Kate F. Kimball, one of the youngest women among the leaders at Chautauqua. She has been a worker in the society for twelve years. She said of it: “The enrollment for the first year, or the first class, was 8,000. The largest class ever formed numbered 25,000. It is a four year cOurse and ta es up successively En- glish, American, Greek and Latin history and literature, with other subjects which occur naturally with each in turn. It is a. rotating course, so that everywhere, at the same time, members are following the same line of work, and members of the same circle, whether in their first or either succeeding year, are going over the ground together and may be mutually helpful. The books chosen are not text books, be- cause this is a reading course and subjects presented are set forth from a reading standpoint.”—Cor. New York World. Scientific Shoplifters. You want me to tell you some yarns of shoplifting? said a. detective. Certainly. Here on my record book I have the name of an old lady who kept a. small shop or notion store in a town within a few miles of Boston. I caught her one day in a store standing near a jewelry counter, busily engaged in purlolning small articles of that nature. I wondered where she was putting it all until I managed to go a little closer. when I saw she had a. picture rolled up and into one end of which she was putting the jewelry. A fine hiding place she had for it, too, as the bottom was closed, and when I searched herIfound eighty-four different articles of jewelry. I asked her what she intended to do with it all, and she replied that she kept a little notion store and intended to place the things in her stock. ' I had a doctor’s wife and her sister from Lawrence on a shoplifting case once. They were cool hands, too. They came in early in the morning, went to a half dozen different stores, so that by noon they were pretty well loaded down. They collected all their goods, took them to a large store and had them checked, then went and ate their dinners, returning for the goods in the afternoon. I was waiting for them and arrested them. The case made quite a. stir, as they were prominent people. It was carried to the supreme court, where they were convicted. It cost them over 3100 all told—Exchange. Compliments. We have heard of the lady of rare beauty who said upon a certain occasion that the only real, disinterested compliment she ever received was from a coal beaver who asked permission to light his pipe in the gleaming of her eyes. ~ Another compliment, true and genuine, according to a good old school story, was paid by a sailor who was sent by his capo tain to carry a letter to the lady of his love. The sailor, having delivered the mis- sive, stood gazing in silent admiration upon the face of the lady, for she was very beautiful. “Well, my good man,” she said, “for what doyou wait? There is no answer to be returned.” “Lady,” the sailor returned, with hum- ble deference. “I would like to know your name.” “Did you not see it on this letter?” “Pardon, lady; I never learned to read. Mine has been a hard, rough life.” “And for what reason, my good man, would you know my name?” “Because,” answered the old tar, look- ing honestly up. “in a storm at sea, with danger of death afore me, I would like to call the name of the brightest thing I’d ever seen in life. There’d be sunshine in it, even in the thick darkness.”-—New York Ledger. Education Under Control of the Church. In 1567, during the reign of James VI of ‘. Scotland, it was thought expedient that the Reformed church should have jurisdic- tion. over the schools, and this was pro- vided for by having the teachers approved by church authority. Here is the old law: "Item, Forsameikle as be all Lawes and constitutiouis it is provided that the youth be brocht up and instructed in the feare of God and ,gude maneris: and gif it be uther-' a ”wise it is tinsel baith of their bodies. and saules gif God’s word be not ruted in them. Quheirfoire our Sovereigne Lorde, with advice of my Lords Regent and. the three estaites of this present Parliament hes statute and ordained that all schulis to Burgh and land, and all Universities and Colleges be reformed: And that nane be permitted nor admitted to have charge and care thereof in time cumming, nor to instruct the youth privatlie or openlie, but sik as sall be tryed by the superintendentes or visitouris of the Kit ”—J. W. Hallock in Christian at Work. The Stock of a Cigar Store. The order from the inland revenue de- partment requiring , the destruction of cigar boxes as soon. as their contents have been sold was loudly complained against by the small dealers, their plea being that the empty boxes were used by them to fill up vacant shelves and give the appearance of carrying a large stock. Several of those having complained to the commissioner that the order wai‘rathcrahardship to them that officiali-ucplied, “Well, just knock‘the bottoms out ofthe boxes and keep :them if 'you wish.” AMI‘. Miall in-j fermed your correspondent that this treat; ment of empty cigar boxes wOuld be cons ’31ch 'a compliance with the" lam—Otter we Cor. Thronto- Empire. ‘ ' ' Vafloui "ways of Mirna-hing. ”,“Wb‘en'Romom‘an empire males'worc black for moaning. while the women in: ‘dicotedtb'eir grief bywoarlng white 3.an .monte. In Turkey, at the present 'y,' the inournih8__3huo is violet; in china. Wm, in t. yellow: in (no: , 2brown; fallen on and America,-._ i The mourning color in Spain was w, g until—changed by the‘ lows of Ulla—Cb- ? tor. - C. 4 L.‘ 8. C. stand for the This is'roally one of the most notablo'and . DO THEY PAY: Children‘ESL-rmotlmcs 'Do Not Seem-j’Altoo‘ .-gcthcr‘:Percht, but They Do Pay. “Sometimes I just think children don’t pay,” said one of my careworn and dis com-aged neighbors one day. "What do you think about it?” “Well, I‘don’t know,” I replied, and my conscience smote me even while I spoke. ‘But then I said in mental self reproach and self excuse for saying it, “I know I didn’t pay," and I don’t think I did. But when it comes to my own bairns- do they pay? Well, they are “a sight of trouble.” In- deed they are, and they cost time and money and pain and sorrow. There are three of them and they are little things still, and my friends who have older children tell me that I need not ex- pect a time to come when my babies will be “less trouble” than they are now. I cannot expect a time to come when they will not be a sOurce of care and anxiety and hope and fear-no, not even when they have gone forth to homes of their own and have their own little ones around them. DO they pay now? Here I am wearing old clothes and trying to brush up my hat to make it look new that my Johnny and Sammy may have new kilts and reefers and hats and shoes and look as well as other children. They do kick out shoes so dreadfully, and they haven’t the first com- punction of conscience about it, either. They tear and smash and destroy and are “into everything,” particularly the baby. Does a 2-year-old baby pay for itself up to the time it reaches that interesting age? Sometimes I think not. I thought so yes- terday when my own baby slipped into my study and “scrubbed” the carpet and his best white dress with my bottle of ink. He was playing in the coal hod ten minutes after a clean dress was put on him, and later in the day be pasted fifty cents’ worth of postage stamps on the parlor wall and poured a dollar’s worth of the choicest “White Rose” perfumery out of the win- dow “to see it wain.” Then be dug out the center of a nicely baked loaf of cake,"and was found in the middle of the dining room table with the sugar bowl between his legs and most of the contents in his stomach. - He has already cost over 8100 in doctors’ bills, and I feel that I am right in attrib- uting my few gray hairs to the misery I endured walking the floor with him at night during the first year of his life. \Vhat has he ever done to pay me for that? Ah! I hear his little feet pattering along out in the hall. I hear his little ripple of laughter because he has escaped from his mother and has found his way up to my study at a forbidden hour. But the door is closed. The worthless little vagabond can’t get in, and I won’t open it for him. N o, I won’t. I can’t be disturbed when I’m writing. He can just cry if he wants to. I won’t be bothered for-“rat, tat, tat,” go his dimpled knuckles on the door. I sit ill silence. “Rat-tat-tat. " I sit perfectly still. “Papa." N 0 reply. - “Peeze, papa.” Grim silence. “Baby tum in—pmze. papa.” He shall not come in. “My papa.” I write on. “Papa,” says the little voice; “I lub my papa. Peeze let baby in!" I am not quite a brute and I throw open the door. In he comes with outstretched little arms, with shining eyes, with laugh- ing face. I catch him up ihto my arms, and his warm, soft little arms go around my neck, the not very clean little check is laid close to mine. the baby voice says sweetly: “I lub my papa." Does he pay? Well, I guess he does! He has cost me many anxious days and nights. He has cost me time and money and care and self sacrifice. He may cost me pain and sor- row. He has cost much.‘ But he has paid for it all again and again and again in whispering those three little words into my ears, “I lub papa.” Opr children pay when their very first feeble little cries fill our hearts with the mother love and the father love that ought never to fail among all earthly passions. DO your children pay?-—J. H. D. in De— troit Free Press. Inflammable Mud. The surroundings of Blaine are not only superficially productive, but several parties of experienced prospectors have been ex- amining the mineral indications, which give promise of undreamcd [of richness. Coal is found on both sides of the boundary line, from the coast back to a distance of twenty-five or forty miles, and comprised in an area of 20,000 acres or more, and the country is so easy of access by a railway line built parallel with the boundary line that there is but one way in which the coal will be brought out, and that is through Blaine. It is only necessary to be in this coal dis- trict with one’s eyes open to see it, and competent judges affirm that it is coal of the finest quality. Nor is coal the only mineral to be found. Vast deposits of’iron ore abound; in fact, there is a mountain some few miles back which is nothing but iron ore, and oil is so much in evidence thata stick plunged into the marshy land can be immediately lighted by the applica- tion of a matché—Blaine (W ash.) Journal. ' A Graveyard Curiosity. . In New London, Conn., there is a lot in the city cemetery containing five graves, those of aman and his four wives. The Women’s graves form four sides of asquare, the man reposing in the center, while the inscriptions are as follows: . .............................. nun-coaouoncuaco. . OUR HUSBAND. mm Gull“. m ' coo-o oooooooooo O. ............................ o —sc. Louis Republic. An Easily Melted Metal. A metal has been produced that will: melt at a temperature of 150 dogs. .Itis an alloy of lead,- tin, bismuth and end- mium, and in weight, hardness and color resembles type metal. It melts soeasily that, placed ona'comparatively cool part of the stove with a piece of paper under it, ' it will melt without the paper being - ‘ scorched—"Now Yet-k Telegram. ' annular“ "Thousand m... a my. . It is unlikely that any one who law a Jctati'o'n or the elevated road has. any idea 'thctmoro than 100,000traim’ _ ' pass oval-tho. ’variqus switches ottbcrocdwithintwen , foul-hours or What continuous'vl‘giiance necessary In order to avoidgfiuct ornaments. ‘ But'theso'lfi fig ‘1 .1 telr Wot!“ ’work most cited!" .-—Ncw. York crald. _ __ b l.- ~O..'-~-o on. o. ”F. . every detail 0 MN." Kathi! oi’ Tram - , Emails-mm... ture in the, treatmentjb‘f disease. sists in‘ the collection of the specifics used by noted specialistsofEurope and America, and bringing themwithin the reach of all. For. instance the treatment pursued by special. physicians who treat indigestion, stomach and liver troubles only, was 0b- ‘tained and prepared. The treatment of other physicians, celebrated for curing catarrh was procured,.and~so,on till these incomparable cures now include diseases of the lungs,» kidneys, female Weakness, rheumatism and nervous debility. This new melllod of “one remedy for one disease” must appeal to the common Sense of all sufferers, many of whom have experienced the ill effects, and thoroughly realize the absurdity of the claims of Pat- ent Medicines which are guaranteed to en re every ill out of a single bottle, and the use of which, as statistics prove, has ruin ed more stomachs than alcohol. A cir- cular describing these new remedies is sent free on receipt 0t stamp to ‘pay postage by Hospital Remedy Company, Toronto, Canada, sole proprietors. Re— liable agents wanted. Specimen Cases. S. H. 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Being on the ground, and Visiting the Patent Office daily;~-he can serve Inventors securing their Letters Patent far more advanta ueously than Solicitors who do not reside in ' Washington. Searches and. Rejected Applications A Specialty. To all those whose application- have been rejected, he will make an examination and report on the same gratuitously. . Prelimin- ary examination of the Patent omce Records, priortoanappllcatlon fora atent,wl.l b mad‘o bravery small charge. an advice or informs tlon in regard to patents will be glvenln tul- detail in aclrcular which will be mailed free of charge to every applicant- He. has special facultlelalsofor .Pmcllring Patents in, Foreign -. .cnunlnes He refers to any officer of the Patent once, and o the many Connecticut Inventors for whom he - a. done business and taken out Lmlas Dan‘s!- A - PLEASANT HOME No convenientlocalit is oll'ered to persons on! .; Wwbo wouldvllkelto volt Washington, D. C. n-lme time during-the wlnter or spring. 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