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was that she would not give either of Arab! Bey's Family. Lady Gregory sends to the London Times an account of Arabi Pasha, the vanquished Egyptian leader, and his family. She says: It was not until the Ind of February that I went, with Lady Anne Blunt, to see Arabi's wife. the boys the father name. "No," she said.

"It is like parting his raiment. Call them what you will, but not John." And so Anstice called the one Benoni, the son of my sorrow, and i the other Asher, because of her hap piness that had been restored to her They had moved some little time before with him. And little Ash and Ben, to a new house, large and dilapidated- their inheritance cr have a roof over their heads, I doubt Providence and it drives me wild "No, mother, dear," said Greta's gentle voic6, as, with her arms round Anstice, she led her back to the house "no, mother, dear, if we doubt Providence, then all is gone, indeed." "To think of it!" cried Anstice, again. "You old Parson Mildredge's daughter and my son's wife, adrift on the world, to earn your bread or starve And the little lads the last of the Purcells with no future before them, no clothes to their backs! Think of the Thanksgiving dinners all this country over, and not a tart will my boys have. Other boys "But, indeed, mother, so long as they looking, ana which Arabi was repre.

"I knew him! I knew him first!" cried Anstice, presently, to Greta. "Oh! trust a mother's instinct. He's my flesh and blood!" "And do you suppose I did not know him flashed back Greta, not yet quite herself. He is my very self! And I always knew he was alive. I always felt it.

I was sure half of me was not dead!" But half of you came mighty near it twice," said John, from where he was sitting then, with an abashed and undraped urchin on either knee and his cloak about them both. I shall never be any nearer death, after last night, than I was on the day the Albatross went down. I have thought, all these ten cruel years, that I had better have been dead: for I was as they presently were known, grew and thrived, and ruled the household with rods of iron. "What pretty little sented as having fitted up in a luxuri ous style in fact, at that time the crime most frequently alleged against him was that he had bought carpets to darlings they were, rolling round the floor in their dimpled play, their curly yellow heads in the sun their dark-fringed the amount of 120. I must confess that there were some pieces of new and not beautiful European carpets in eyes, their father eyes, dancing with mirth and mischief; their rosy faces so velvety soft and sweet.

Anstice would tho chief rooms, but I must add that if Arabi paid 120 for them he made a very bad bargain. The sole furniture of the reception-room of Arabi's wife catch one to her heart, and drop him have bread amusK for noraore. we need not fret at that. Such happy The Farmer's Thanksgiving-. The harvest fields are stripped of grain; The late-sown corn is shocked in don, And husked beneath a chilly sun; The ragged stubble checks the plain.

The hills are desolate and cold, The maples stand in grim array, And through the forest's muffled gray The winds of Leaven strike the wold. Yet while the harvest splendors fail, The grain is sold, the barter made, And work, and care of crop, and trade Are put aside with plow and flail. The bins are filled, the barns are stored, The orchards robbed of scanty fruit, And in the garret cold and mute, The thrifty squirrels share the hoard. Although the drought was long and sore, And scorched the field beside the road Till half the crop was left unhoed, Nor aftermath repaid the mower; Though half the rye was winter-killed, And here the wheat was struck by blight, Yet all is good in heaven's sight, And still the waiting barns are filled. And still, through every empty mood Beyond the moment's harsh surprise, At last a truer knowledge lies The sense of some essential good.

So, since the harvest moon has waned, By yonder shining crescent's edge, Our hands are struck upoa a pledge, And much is lost and more is gained! The Pilgrim seed has taken root, Despite the land so hard and gray, And, flowered to this Thanksgiving day, Shall yet bring forth abundant fruit. Dora Bead Goodale'. for the other, and go back to the first, and hardly let them alone at all, in the picked up by a craft that carried me into a Formosan port, and consisted of small, hard divans, covered little rogues swelling ecstacy of her love, but for Happy they'll be in the state alms I have been a slave," he said. with brown linen, and a tiny table with a crochet antimacassar thrown the kicking and struggling and loud- house I "I have been a slave, with slavery made more terrible by thought of voiced protestations that they setup; It will never come to that I have over it. On the whitewashed walls but Margaret would only pause in her a pair of hands the only ornaments were photographs what had become of my mother, my work, ana iollow them with wistful 01 him black wooden frames and Much you can do with your hands, wife, my child.

I did not know that I had two of them!" said John, with eyes, wondering if this was the way you as fragile as a reed I one larger photograph of the sacred stone at Mecca. In the room where Arabi himself sat and received were a I can work for you and the chil half a sob. Oh John Dear Tohn dren with them. Don't fear." that their father looked at their age, and silently thanking Heaven, that, if the father had been taken, it had, at any rate given them each other. similar hard divan, two or three chairs, If you can get work To think of us," cried Anstice, lift a table and an inkstand covered with "I shall see.

"We will go down to ing up her voice, "when you ware suf it They needed each other, the little fel one of the great mill towns and stains. His wife was ready to receive fering so yourself, my hoy 1 A Canadian Romance. Here is quite a pretty Canadian romance, told by the Montreal Star. It is not every man who under like circumstances would have wedded the sweetheart of thirty-six years ago: Thirty-six ago there lived in that pleasant little town down the river called Sorel very little it was then a youth and a maiden. The name of the youth was George Beaupre, the name of the maiden Mary Ann Pearce.

They belonged to families of moderate circumstances. He, with the strength and devotion of honest young manhood, loved this maiden, and wooed her with that earnestness which only such a lover can. He was given every encouragement, was, some say, actually accepted, was congratulating himself, at least on the smooth coursing of true love, when suddenly a rival appeared, and everything for him turned black. The rival was one Jacob Savage, of the same town. Pretty soon she and Savage were married and settled down in the place, and then young Beaupre's hope died out.

He tried to work on as before, but could not. He closed up his business, settled up his affairs and started for the far West, toward which so many adventurous spirits were about that time shaping their course. From that day to within a few weeks ago he had not set foot in this part of Canada. He had worked hard, saved carefully, prospered and laid up property worth at least $200,000. He had never married.

He was getting up toward sixty years of age. Several weeks ago he took an idea to comeback once more to see his friends, and he started East. He searched out relatives in Sorel and Montreal, but found few that he remembered. He inquired for the woman who, as a girl, had so many years before thrown him overboard for a rival. They told him she was widowed, her husband had been dead many years, she had been living several years in Montreal, went to call upon her, met her, and then.

He found her getting old, in poor circumstances, with several children, but that made no difference; he saw only the girl of thirty-six years before. On Saturday they were married by his lordship Bishop Fabre, the wealthy bridegroom being content with no other dignitary than the highest in that part of the country. He has bestowed all the happiness that wealth and affection can upon his bride and her children, and in a short time they will go to his home in the Black Hills. will go hard but To think of you he exclaimed, us, having heard an hour or two earlier of our intended visit. She lows, as they increased their days.

They had nobody else. It was long since "Go down to a mill town with a flash in his eyes that melted in Down in a dark, stifling alley tlnstice had kept a servant, and, al the dew that followed. "There never greeted us warmly, speaking in Arabic, which Lady Anne interpreted to me. was day or night, sleeping or waking, 01 a town! Away from all the light and freedom' here the hills, though the old furnishing remained in other rooms, the small family lived chiefly in the narrow quarters of two, She has a pleasant, intelligent ex that I did not. The agony of it passed all the rest, and I see now my worst pression, but having five children liv the glory of them, the strength them Oh I will die first.

I had ing out of fourteen that have been forebodings almost true. You would rather die opening into one another. Neighbors were scarce in that hill country. Children did not exist at all. The only per corn to ner, looked rather overcome have been starving in a little But we can't die, you see.

And if with the cares of maternity. She wore a long dress of green silk. My husband hates this long train," she told "And the mortgage is foreclosed to-day," cried Anstice, wringing her hands, with the sudden remembrance we doubt Providence, that is worse than death." "Oh! we are tried," half sobbed Greta. are being son within reach was the man round the side of the mountain, who managed Anstice's little farm for her. There was no school, of course (the nearest Tie Mot in lie Hills.

thrust upon her joy. me afterward. He would like to take a knife and cut it off, hut I say I must tried But somehow I seem to feel Not exactly," he laughed and he have a ashionable dress to wear when was down in the valley, ten miles was fumbling in his breast for I know I know that help is on the I visit the khedive's wife and other little goatskin bag a3 he spoke way to us, lust as much as tin away); no church any nearer; wayfarers did not fare that way no ladies." heard a voice from heaven saying so." That old Anstice Purcell loved her home was not to be wondered at. She had been born in it, and so had her mother before her. She had remem "although heaven knows what might have been if lat night, soldiers marching through bannered marching through An old woman with white hair, And she went to bed and took the dressed in the common country fash streets witn music no streets no shivering little mother in her arms, just as I was going over Whltehorse other torchlight procession than that and the nervous storm throbbed itself ledge, a huge meteor had not suddenly ion a woolen petticoat and blue cotton jacket came into the room and brance of no other, and it was as much a part of her existence as the sky and air.

It would have seemed no stranger of the eternal stars nothing to break off into sleep for the weary old Anstice the calm monotony but the mail-coach. occupied herself with the children. Presently we found that she was Diazed out and showed me the chasm into which the next step would lead. Not exactly; for, when I escaped, months ago, and found my way to the to her to be without a coping of blue mat once a aay could be seen, a mere and then Greta took her turn to see the stars slide by the window, pausing to look solemnly in, while she thought speck, winding down the distant high sky than it would to see four different walla from these about her and to call Arabi's mother. She with great energy and vivacity, welc ming us and talking of her son with much affection way.

But it all made no odds to the Cape South Africa, you know I went that, somewhere in the wide world them home. children. The day was not long enough to the diamond fields while I waited they were looking down on the spot And, certainly, if beauty could give and pride. "I am only a tellah woman, for their pleasure. They knew nothing for a ship.

Great Heaven How good wnere ner nusDana slept, unce or she said, "but I am the mother of one reason to love a spot, Anstice had it was to go where I would Do you ot any world outside of their kites and balls and gardens and birds'-nests in the twice she rose, after Anstice had been soothed, to slumber, and Ahmed Arabi." She took me twice reason enough. Tor was not the long, see tins, Greta? Do you see this, low stone house perched on a crag, so moved abcut the room. When mother These little crystals are worthless-looking things, are they that it looked like nothing but a lichen on that crag And did it not overlook lovely, swift summers their snow forts and snowshoes and sleds in the long winters. If it had not been for their perpetual longing and yearning great meteor went slipping by, in a swift blaze of glory, her heart gave a plunge; and then it seemed to be as if the stars themselves had sent her mes purpling hilltops below and far away, not And he poured them out in his palm. They are diamonds, and of my own finding.

I have sold enough and elm-fringed intervales, with silver lor wnat was not (ireta and Anstice might have felt something like a re streams looping and doubling through sages of comfort, and she slept. already tor emergencies flection of their happiness in looking And 1 need not leave my home, them? And was not old Greyhead towering above her, with all his "Ben, said little Asher, in the morning, sitting up in bed, with the at tnem. my father's home, this spot heaven woods and precipices and storm-scored Do other little boys have fathers Orange Culture in Southern California. The orange tree grows all the time. That is to be thought of.

It calls for the frequent cares which are its due as well in winter as in summer. Not a few persons of the invalid class who had looked upon its culture as a mere to me, and all of earth, full of the PuT-cell's life and death cried Anstice, sides, and casting a shadow over her asked Ash, one day. sunshine breaking in new luster on his pretty golden head and the color flushing freshly up his face, did you and Redcap, taking the sunset fires on "Only when they don't have sharply, springing forward, to look in brothers," answered Ben. opposite upper heights and greater her son face again. peaks, looming blue in the horizon? "But fathers are nice to ever see an angel No," said Ben.

Did you we will "Never, mother. And did she not know when the reasoned Ash. "Don't you remember And used they to be "Once I did. Yes. I saw an angel make it what it for, worthless as weather was to be fine by the vapors look, in into another room to see an oleograph of which sho was very proud, representing him in staring colors.

A day or two before we left I went again to see his wife. She looked a little sadder, a little more anxious, than when I had last seen her. She seemed troubled, poor woman, because the khedive's wife, who used to be kind and good to her, now says, "How can we be friends when your husband is such a bad man?" The old mother sat in the corner attending to the children and counting over her beads. I said, "Are you not proud now that your son is pasha No," she said, "we were happier in the old days when we had him with us always and feared nothing. Now he gets up at daybreak and has only time to say his prayers before there are people waiting for him with petitions, and he has to attend to them and then go to his business, and often he is not back here until after midnight, and until he comes I cannot sleep, I cannot rest; I can do nothing but pray for him all the time.

There are many who wish him evil, and they will try to destroy him. A few days ago he came home suffer pastime have been broken down through this cause, and having taken up more land than they could manage. The lesson of such cases is not to attempt too much, but to keep to the tne tart tne minister over at Bareback brought us? And he said his little last night, Ben," I guess so." that handful lies a whole universe boy had one." of happy round great And, when tempests of rain or snow set in, did she not feel that Monasset and Redcap and Greyhead stood, like three power I did. Really and truly, I did," possibilities for us. Oh faithful wife there lies Yes.

It had raisins it. Raisins Greta, my said Ash. I saw two of them, Ben home regained, my mother blessed, my are so good!" "But I think I'd rather have 1 woke up in tne nignt wnen it was five or ten acres perhaps within one's personal capacity. Nor has it been politic to put everything into the single crop of ful genu, and shut her in and kept watch and ward over her and her dark and the fire was out, and one was brother," urged Ash. The brother's children educated, and you without a care.

There lie all the Purcell fortunes and all the Purcell acres once again oranges. The smaller fruits, peaches, standing by the hearth, and the stars shone all over it. And I saw it all in grandchildren, in their sad fortunes, there next day to play and the raisin isn't." aa they had kept it over her ancestors our own. plums, and especially apricots, for can-nil which come into bearing quickly, are useful in tiding over the rather "Hear the darlings," said Anstice. white; and it went away.

And it looked just like the angels mother It was the angel, you for generations For her only son had been smitten They will be father and brother both whispered Ash. with a strange unrest among these reads about to us in the Bible." I guess it was mother," said Ben, to each other. Oh and they will have Ben, "And raisins, father? asked tedious period of waiting for the orange trees to mature, and are always in profitable demand. To start exist need or. it.

Harriet Prescott Spoford. ine otner wasn mother an i'or poor iinstice age was even ence comfortably here the newcomer swered Ash, indignantly. The other was a real angel, any way. It went more troubled than her youth had should have a capital of from five to ten thousand dollars. Peculiar energy, been.

Then she had seen, piece by Noteworthy Trees. An elm near Lawrenceburg, 150 feet in diameter from tip to tip sailing by the window with great wings like fire, and it left a path shining be piece, the substance of the old estate ing great pain, and I was sure then he had been poisoned, but I got him a hot depart farm by farm, field by field hind it. And 1 know it was the Angel of its branches, and 329 feet in bath and remedies and he grew better, ior two generations, except to sow or tne Liora. and since then I keep even the water and reap the few acres left the home vo you reauy suppose it was. that he drinks locked up.

But, say al place, her people had done nothing but George II. Cook, of Lancaster, Ash to seu tneir patrimony, till, aWength, has a pear tree in ins yard which "I know it was. And, of course, it I can, I cannot frighten him or make him take care of himself; he always it had reached a point where all the recently had ripe fruit and blossoms came for something, you know. Ben says, God will preserve me. tertile glebe was gone and there was on its branches at the same time.

I shouldn't wonder if we were going to nothing left to sell. The Porter place A Pennsylvania walnut tree that have Thanksgiving to-day, after all." nau Kept tnem alive so many years. Masculine Extravagance in Gotham, I hope there 11 be raisins i it, then." was hollow and nine feet in diameter was sawed down lately, and the tne ureen property so many more. said Ben. I like raisins so of course, will do with less.

It requires about nine years to bring an orange tree from the seed into full bearing. On the other hand, it is found that by deftly inserting an orange bud into a small shoot of lemon tree slitted in an shape, and setting this in the ground, a tree can be obtained which bears marketable fruit after the second year. The controversy rages as to whether it is worth while to do this, since the product is but a dwarf, like the dwarf pear tree; and though it yields early it can never yield much, and its fruit does not stand shipment as well as that of the seedling. Against this it is maintained that it lives longer than the seedling, yields choicer varieties of fruit, more uniform in size and quality, and not subject to the singular form of de Men are becoming very luxurious, and their dressing-rooms, sitting- "Just hear the darlings," whispered stump is used as a pen for a number of hogs. When her lather went to college tho sale of the Rye farm paid the bills big bills too.

When he' was Anstice, atter her custom, to Greta, rooms, wardrobe and repositories lor 1 a give my nana to get him raisins A. cherry tree in Carter county, personal belongings display tastes more mountains an unrest new to tne Pur-cells (and he twice a Purcell, since Anstice had married her cousin) and, spurred by the fear of poverty, perhaps, and his children's fortune in the future, should Greta give him children, he had gone away to sea, ten ago, as if only boundless horizons, after these imprisoning hills, could fill his yearning for space. He had left Margaret, his young wife, with his mother; for, although the urcell acres had shrunk with every generation, there was yet a pittance which would support the household till lie could send back or bring back the riches that he meant to have. Hut the moment when she saw his bright black eyes flashing through her tears, as he ran down the rocky path to cross field and wood, and take the coach, and turned a moment to wave his hand Ioyously, was the last in which Anstice iad ever seen him. The bark Albatross, the owners after a time wrote her, had gone down, with all on board.

Tor a season, then, it did not seem to old Anstice that she lived. The world was blotted out, the crags and hills, Greyhead and Redcap and the rest were not, and she saw only the gray waste of waters for days and weeks and months, till she was awakened from her apathy by the sound of a child's voice in the night, the quick, amazed cry of a new-born baby. Of one? Of two of them! She rose tot- buried the great funeral cost the for the day. Going to have Thanks is thirteen ana a hair ieet in costly than those ot women. A Aew barley fields.

The long acres down in giving alter all Thanksgiving for York letter says: Underwear of the the valley had furnished her and John circumference and sixty feet high, and' its branches shade a plot forty- being cast adrift upon the world! softest, richest, knitted silk; dozens of wjth tood and clothes, after her own husband's death from the mountain And she began to cry bitterly. three feet across. South American pajamas, for night and dressing-room wear, of China "tome, boys," called Greta, who A 1 il it Near the Fair street depot, Kings lever. Ana men mere was no rem crepe, soft twilled Chinese silk, cash ton, N. is a grand old elm.

It is had been gently moving about till the fires were brisrht in the nant of it all, but the home place, that and mere, flannel bound with satin and env the during of bouquet shape, any one wouiu taice so much as a 200 birds built broidered, and all in the daintiest, most trescnt season over on; and it was whom she two still ring nests in its branches. rooms, for of wood they had plenty. One should be stir-early on Thanksgiving morn-Porridge is ready when you have struction which sometimes overtakes the seedling, that of being dashed against its own thorns. Harper's Magazine. mortgaged that that John, in despera tion, went away to sea.

At the mouth of Grassy Run, in delicate tints and colors, such as ivory, pale blue, pink, buff or violet. The pajama consists of drawers and loose blouse jacket with sailor collar. When made in ivory they are often faced Anstice had depended on the rent of said your prayers." And she sat down where the rose and purple of the sunrise fell over her like an aureole, as the Springhill township, there stood a sycamore tree that was hollow at the butt, and Joshua Brooks used it as a stable Yor his horse. Hailstorms and Forests. A curious observation regarding two or three little outlying spots to pay the interest on the mortgage; and now, this cruel year, they had been de with a collar and embroidered with ivory silk in a little vine or in the two little chaps came pattering out to the snapping lire, in their long white hailstorms has lately been brought before the Swiss geographical societies serted uy tneir tenants, who left the In Greene county, is a doublt corners of collars and cuffs.

sterile heaps of stone and moss for the at Geneva by Ilorr Uiniker, the chief These elegant gentlemen have for rich western lands, and there was no pine tree which has two distinct trunks twenty feet apart, uniting thirty feet above tho ground, forming at that nightgowns, and, kneeling before her, bid their faces in her lap while she said the prayer. forester of Canton Aargau. He main smoking companions the gate of a other tenants to take them. She had country houso in nickel or silver, with tains that hailstorms do not occur where there are forests, and instances no money; and, come the last rtart of mi at one solid trunk, round and sym One would have thought it little chain rings instead of bars to hold metrical. the case of a small chain of mountains in the south of Aargau known as the enough that Greta Purcell had to give thanks for that day homeless, portionless, and with three In tho village of Pedur, in India lelpless souls hanging on her for help.

Jut to one hearing the simple words Lindeuberge, which are normally completely covered with trees. About twenty years ago the forest was divided in two 1 laces by wide gaps, and im grows a marvelous paim. some children plucked its fruit at 5 o'clock one afternoon, and flocked early the next morning to gather more, hut they found the branches now far above theii heads. They ran to their parents with that she offered in her morning sacrifice it would have seemed as tliouch trinces had no more to be grateful for as she gave her thanks for the story that a date tree which they mediately afterward the valleys were visited by frequent hailstorms. Fourteen years ago the larger of these two open spaces was planted with firs, since which time the hailstorms have entirely ceased.

Herr Riniker is in ife, for health, for hearts not iw on the previous day lying upon yet broken altogether, for the le ground was now standing. Obser- bright morning, the lovely earth. i.tion disclosed that the tree had been for hope of heaven, for each other. clined to attribute the phenomenon to changing its position every morning "Amen said a voice at the door. lectric action, suggesting that the and evening.

The tree is eleven feet teringly to hr feet, looked about her in a half-bewilderment, then hurriedly dressed herself, as she had not done for so long, and went out into another "Greta," she said, "you have given me back my boy." And Greta used to think in after days that Anstice really ftlt as if the babies were her own, and she herself was only a well-meaning nurse. But she never grudged the care of her boys to their grandmother, great as the comfort of that care wat to herself. knew what thjir love of their mother must needs be; anl she usud to tell thorn that it was because of them, stung to madness by the thought of their coming to live the life of poverty and care that ho saw str telling out to old age, that her own son had gono uway.to come ba 10 re. A woman, this sweet Ore.a, who shut her sorrow up in hir own heart, a.id never whispered it except to her babies, in the it of tho niglit, when sh wont I say to them how beautiful, ho.v bright, how bruvo a man their father was 5 how lie loved her and she ha I worshiped him how they mu gr him and make haste to strong and good enough None thought of fastening any door in hail and trees being charg with op- igh, not including the leaves and cigars upright and side lights representing gate lamps, but holding candles and post pedestals to form match holders. These cost from 150 to $250 and are sometimes ornamented with a bird or a rooster in the act of crowing.

An-Dtlier recently imported piece of masculine extravagance is a lamp, the lower part of which forms a tripod set In a double hoof, decorated with natural hair. There are two burners representing wax candles under tinted and decorated glass, and the cost for a lamp of this kind is about 1250. Another lamp has for Its standard a hoiseshoe, with stirrup and riding whip crossed and twisted. As for the expensive nsli trays and liquor sets anil pipe racks and dressing cases and the like space and time would both fail in their enumeration. It may bo mentioned that among the personal properties of one young gentleman in New York city are three hundred and seventy odd silk, satin and knitted neckties nnd upward of fifty walking sticks.

The Inventory did not go any further or It might havo developed 'equally curious results In other departments. that unvisited country. steins. One who has seen it writes: site kinds of electricity, their union me children lifted their faces as At thetroo was almostlying w.ird November, the mortgage would be foreclosed, and she and Greta and the boys would be turned loose upon the world, without a dollar. Greta could work, maybe; but she herself and tho little lads there was not even the poor-house before them.

Up in that hill country the abject poor were so few that they were farmed out and boarded from place to place. And that was the end of all the Purcell wealth and Purcell hope. Death would have been a kind tilng to old Anstice in comparison. She used to lie awake in the nights, thinking over the possibilities. The horror of them grew upon her.

She would start up and pace the lloor, and flinging on would run out, as if to get help from all outdoors tho star, the wind, the sky and end by wondering, as she leaned over the parapet of tho old wall, if it would not he best to put an end to themselves at onco down th precipice below her. When I think of it," she said, 11s Greta came once in fetch her in "whoa I think that as far ns I lie eye could sen an object limited what it wit, so far the land wiutio land of my family, yielding revenue, and now a bare two days and their children will not own a foot of gives rise to mimcient neat to prevent they kneeled, and Greta turned her on gelation of watery particles. If his eductions should be confirmed by lead, to see a tall man standing in tho the west. The foot of the tree was at an angle of Ave to seven degrees with the ground, and we were given to understand that it had already commenced doorway, with a loose cloak wrapped about him. further observation, we shall be able to add one more reason to tho many whUh already exist why forests should "Perhaps it the angel," whispered 0 rise from 4 o'clock.

A handkerchief lien, still little under the spell of his liich had been tied by the district to some extent he left as nature do-signed them. Chambers' Journal. mother's prayer. inunsiff to one of the leaves, so that its "John! John!" came a cry from tlier end might ju touch the ground, the inner room. Oh John cried The growth of tho peach business ad risen six inches, 0 r.

M. th erchief was eighteen inches from tho ld Anstice. My son mv son ins niiMlo necessary the making of H'aeh baskets by maehin rv, which And she would have fallen before ground, and at iJ A. M. nine feet.

ins now become an important Indus she reached tho bearded, black-eyed stranger, with a sort of wild Two largo snow-plows over eight? try. Formerly they made by teuuty on his dark, sweet face, had he land at a cost of twenty-live or thirty feet in length are being built a Sprague, Washington Territory, for use to take can of their littlo grandmother, and let, her henelf away to her husband. The only trouble that ever camo between her and Anstice not caught her on one nriiuwhilo tho hollcgcs flourish in At- cents apiece; now iney nre loanulac- manutac- Four negro lanta, Go, the mountain passes on the tired at from fbto 8 a hundred, other already folded Greta, Who sat like a white atone. ern Pacific railroad..