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THE tIPPER DES MQINES, ALGOftA. IOWA. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 27,1_892. Me Jtemembei-ed. — , my hoy. Trecollec's It nil, -Vow thrityc'vc! tried them old tlnyf) to recall.] How you sot Sllns Perkins' dor# on me, 'N' how thccritteHiltmylejrin three; .N' how, when we was pi .in', to the school, Twas I Hot licked when you had broke the rule. 'N' how we went a-fl.»hln' In the circle, 'N' you Sotisod me In Grime's pond so slick. 'N' how, when wo Wfiit. to (ho rnwly pull, You filled my best rlo'es pooliits shock np fulls 'N' how Mint nlplit. when I li-id told my dad, tho lickln' that J got—'twas ptirty fond. Yes, I remember nil them boyhood nets, Now thnt. ye'vo chose to forlri/' up nil thn fncts; 'N' T romomhcr, too, when J wns small, 1 swore I'd lick yer, of J proved nt nil; 'N' prowed T bus, jess twlcot ns much ns you. N' now I'll tell yer what I'm poln' to do: I'm g-oin' tn tnke yer He-lit ncrost my knoo, N' gpnnk ye till yo cnn t most hardly see; •N' then I'm poln' to sweep ye round the floor Until the hull nox' town kin hcnrye ronr. I'd qultu forpotyp. Hill, ontll ye spoke, N now, my hoy, I'll Imvo tny little joke. 1 81 unto hla spoken word wns true. A lovely course of sprouts lie put Hill through, And when hud done—some forty minutes after— Tlio store just fnm? with Uncle Silns' laughter. And Hill departed on hlshnnds nnd knees, Hesolvcr. no moro to cnll up memories. —John Kendrlck llnngs, In Harper's Mngazlno, TllEASUJlE TJ10YE. "I dreamed about that berried treasure agin las' night, Jack," said old Skipper Maxwell, resting his oars a bit to draw his sleeve across his weather- beaten face, which was moist with perspiration. "Don't doubt it a bit, Uncle Sol," laughed Jack'Belchers, who sat in the stern sheets of the Whitehall boat.sand- papering some mackerel jigs to a proper degree of brightness. "Oh, yon can laugh," responded tho old fisherman, locally known in Barmouth as Uncle Sol; "'but there's more in dreams than folks think for, an' everybody in Barmonth knows that Cap'n KioM hid mor'n one chist full of gold along on this here shore." "1 know people say BO," returned Jack, lightly, but Uncle Sol,unheeding tho emphasized word, resumed his lowing and went on: "If you'n I, now, could only be lucky enough to find it, Jack, think of the f ood the monoy'd dp us! I wouldn't ave to fish for a livin', an' you could go ahead an' finish your schoolin' jest the same's though Sq.'.iire Belchers had left yon his property, as folks always caPlated he would do." Jack's bright face clouded a little. "I never shall understand why my adopted father (lid not make a will before he died," he responded; "never, for he spoke of doing so very freely the last time I was home on a vaca- -Yoii don't s'pose, Jack," said Skipper Maxwell.involuntarily lowering his voice, -that .'•'quire Belchers might a' ma<it' one after all, and that air scaly brother of his—Lawyer Belchers—got hoh of it an' hid it awav " "Nonsense," rather "sharply interrupted Jack. "Lawyer Belchers is too shrewd to commit a crime that would send him to state's prison; no, that sort of thing is done in stories a,;great dpnl oftencr than in real life." "I'd believe anything that's bad of Thurston Belchers, or his boy either," tlio skipper returned persistently. "'Member how mad folks saitl ho was," he continued with a glance over his shoulder at a distant sailboat, "whon tho squire took you home after your pa and ma was lost at soa, and made no bones of toHin'.hero in Barmonth how ho caPlatod to adopt you, which ho finally did?" "Yes, I remember something about it," was his careless reply. Tho boat; having reached its destination just outside tho harbor mouth, Skipper Maxwell drew in his oars and dropped lho killock. A bucketful of chopped dams was used as bait, and very soon they wero lingering a lino in either hand, ono at the bow and th othor in the stern/awaiting a bito. "There they be," miittoroil Undo Sol, dropping ono lino and pulling tho othor with tlie swift hand over ham motion peculiar to tho maeke.ro catcher. "Mo, too," exclaimed Jack, and for a few moments tlio fishermen won busy enough pulling in mackerel as fast as their hands could fly. "Struck off agin," observed Skippo Maxwell, as once more tho linos trend ed downward through tho intense greenish black water, "There's the Spray bcarin' down to us," ho addod and Jack involuntarily frowned. The Spray was tho staunchest nn< handsomest boat in Barmonth harbor Squire Belchers had hor built for his- adopted son only tho year before. But alter his death no will was found, so his brother Thurston, 'as next of kin, took out letters of administration and coolly hinted to Jack that his room in tho groat old-fashioned house, so Ion his homo, was bettor than his company. ,l:icl; h.-.il spiihcn bis mind very freely both to Mr. Bddicrs and Bradford, Ins son a young follow of Jack's ago. Then, gathering up his clothing, books and personal items Jack shook I ho dust oil' his feet, lot't tlio old homo and took roi'ngo for a few days with Undo Sol Maxwell, who lived in a small ono- etory house on the edge of the shore. Kathor than bo idle while ho was laying plans for his future actions, Jack, dressed according to his work, accompanied Undo Sol down the harbor in his trips for the fresh fish with which the latter supplied the two summer hotels, which were just then full »l visitors. Bradford, or Brad, Belchers had at •nco taken possession of the Spray.and K was tho sight of the young man in a •annol boating suit steering tho swift- Hjr approaching boat, in which was a gay party, that called tho frown to Juck's face. "He's tryin' to show oft his boat sail- In'," said the skipper contemptuously, •s at the sight of tho small boat Brad hauled his wind and headed directly for thorn. "Say, you two fdlows got any li.sh to Ktell?" shouted Brad in his most patron- ising tone and 'manner as soon as the 8j>ray came within hail. . ^ Jack bit his lip without replying. Suddenly Skipper Maxwell sprang To his feet. "Lull 1 —lull', yon thundering fool—do you want to run us down?" ho roared. But the warning came too late. The cat-boat's sharp stern crashed through tho side of the smaller skill', whoso iju- cununts managed to scramble aboard tho Spray, amifl a chorus ot screams from the young ladies, of the party. "I'll'be even, with you yet for sinkin' my boat young feller*'* wrafhfally exclaimed Uncle Sou, turning to Brad, who looked rather ashamed, for the moment. "Why didn't you keep your old boat out of tho way?" growled Brad. Jack's eyes Hashed with indignation, but nothing mare was said or done till the Spray arrived at the wharf. The loss of his boat was a serious matter for Uncle Sol. And it was in vain that ho applied to Brad's father for redress. Mr. Belchers would not even listen to him. "uN'ow's the time some o'C'ap'ii JYirtfrs buried gold would come in handy, eh, Jack?" remarked the old man ruefully, on the following evening, as the two sat on the little porch in front of the house, looking out'over the harbor and the sea, which was bathed in the wonderful rhcen of moonlight, "Some of the old squire's would, too," returned Jack, who was feeling very heavy hearted. It was not alone at the loss of the fortune which should have been his. He had had a deep affection for eccentric Squire Belchers, and it hurt Jack more than he cared to own that his adopted father had left no word or message even to show that he returned his regard. Uncle Sol made no answer. Like many of his kind, ho was inclined to superstition. It was tho full of tho moon, and according to an old legend it_was at such a time thatth" mark's on Kidd's Ledge locating tho burying' place of a pot of gold wore visible. The skipper was thinking of this.as, making some careless excuse, ho rose, and strolling down to the shore took his way along the shadows of the beetling ledges, leaving Jack plunged in rather gloomy meditation. Just before reaching Kidd's Ledge, which was said to bo marked by three crosses cut in the stone, a murmur of voices reached his daiv Stopping and crouching low in the sha'dowof a great bowlder, Uncle Sol peered cautiously out. Two persons, whose backs were toward him, wore bonding over the sand at the foot of Kidd's Cedfo—ap- parently digging with all their might at tho base of the rock. "By the big horn spoon!" muttered the old skipper excitedly, "somebody's found the place where'the treasure's berried and is a diggin' for it!" The evening was calm and still,with only the gentle swash of tho soa waves on the beach to break tho silence. Hesitating a moment, Undo Sol stole out along to tho other side of Kidd's Ledge and .softly climbed upward till he readied the top. Then worming himself along to tlio edge, ho pooped over. "What possessed yon to run such a tremendous risk, Bradford?" were the first intelligent words that reached the skipper's ears. "No groat risk about- it," coolly returned tho other. "No one know that Uncle Josh had made a will, and as I happened to find it in tho tin trunk with some othor papers, I slipped it away and buried it hero." "Why hero?" asked Mr. Belchers, who did not seem so much shocked as might have boon expected. "I know tho house would be ransacked, and I didn't want to carry it home," was the surly reply. The skipper' who had listened with an amazement too (loop for words, felt his heart- almost stop beating- as tho whole truth of I he matter Hashed across his mind. Dragging himself still farther for- hard, Undo Sc 1 craned his nook until he could sou what was going on below. Brad had ilisin torrejl a small square trunk of japan nod tin, which stood open on tho .sand.' His father had taken one of tho papers and, lighting a match, was reading tho hoadino-. "Last will and testament of Joshua Belchers, Esquire," ho road aloud. "Hum, well, I hardly know wiwit to do about this." It occurred to. Uncle Sol that an hon- two grew as pale as ashes. "I will trouble yotl both to leave my premises," coolly observed Jack. "I happen to have hero the will which you, Brad, stole and hid away, and you, Mr. Belchers," turning to the lawyer, "intond-ed to burn." What could be said to such an accusation? Mr. Belchers stammered something about a mistake and hurriedly departed. "I suppose now you've got the whip hand you'll pay us" off in—in our own coin," doggedly remarked Brad, who had lingered behind. "What do you mean?" asked Jack. "Why, shove us into state's prison." "I shall do nothing of the kind," firmly returned' Jack, ".though you both richly deserve it. No one 'but Uncle Sol Maxwell and I know what you have done, and I don't intend any ono shall." "You'd orter had your revenge agin' 'em, Jack," grumbled Uncle Sol, who no longer goes fishing for a living "lott orter, for a fac'—it's a poor rule that won't work both ways." "I know one that don't," answered Jack! "What one's that?" "The golden rule," said Jack, quietly; "for 'whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so unto them.'" NOT TO BE TOLD QUIETLY. A lioston Maid's Kindly Intention Thwarted by a Delect or Hearing. She was dressed in yon you est man would know without studying such a question for a moment. ° "Burn it.of course," tersely responded Brad. "If I did," said his father, solemnly, "it would only be to—or—save from tho consequences of what have done." "Gammon," sneered Brad. "You know you're as anxious to hold on to tho property as 1 am—burn it, I say." Mr. Belchers protended to hesitate. Then, drawing another match from his pocket, ho struck it on tho rocks.as tho two stood close together. Undo Sol opened his mouth to yell, when' suddenly ho overbalanced hftnsolf.and down he went, tho yoll escaping as ho pitched forward, liolling down tlio stoop and slippery lodge, ho struck heavily on Mr. Belcher's head and Brad's shoulders, throwing them both to tho sand. ° Neither of them stopped there. Two moro frightened individuals nqvo:- scrambled from a recumbent position and took to their hods without so much as casting a glance behind. "Yo couldn't soo 'om for the sand they kicked up behind 'cm," ohnek- lingly observed Undo Sol, as ten minutes later ho displayed to Jack's astonished eyes tho tin trunk containing tho missing will and told his story with groat gusto. It is almost needless' to say that the recovered will was entirely in Jack's favor. Everything was left to him without reservation, Lawyer Titoomb 'icing appointed a trustee to hold the miporty till Jack came of ago. "1 knowod I'd got even with them two critters, only I didn't think it ivould bo so soon," said Undo Sol; "an' Jack, don't loso a minute, but a middle raged woman, black and wearing eyeglasses. She carried both hor head and her bundles in a way that indicated self-reliance, and, having failed to find a seat in the Old Colony car she entered first, although the train was now in motion, she bravely crossed the platform and went into the next car. A masculine eye would probably have noticed nothing peculiar in her personal appearance, but nearly every woman that she passed noticed that the newcomer still wore a draped overskirt and that this part of her attire, instead of having tho necessary symmetry, was hitched around on ono side in a way that was not only unfashionable, but entirely ungraceful and. unbecoming. Womanlike, they wanted to toll hor of it. She had found a seat.had seated herself, and was calmly depositing her bundles by her side, whon a very pretty girl in the scat just behind leaned forward and said, in a low tone: "I beg your pardon, madam, hut something scorns to be wrong with your dress. The skirt is caught to one side in some way, and " "Hoy?" said the woman, sharply. The girl repeated in substance what she had said before.and added humbly: "1 thought you would like to know, so as to fix it before you go on the street again." The woman didn't understand. She turned around, and, throwing her head back, in order to direct hor gazo through her glasses, carefully scrutinized the young lady's features. Then, in a loud tone, with due deliberation, she said: "I—don't—think—I—know —you." The young lady blushed. This reiteration of hor well-meant information was more than she had bargained for, and her voice, though subdued, was very distinct. The passengers near by wero becoming interested. "I don't want to seem rude,but your skirt is somewhat one-sided." Tho woman had a puzzled look on her face, and she slowly repeated: *'I —don't—think—I—know—yon. I'm a little deaf," she added: "can't yon speak a little louder?" Her own tones, by this time, wore loud enough for an open-air orator, and tho audience to the dialogue now comprised all tho passengers"in the car. Tho pretty girl had gone too far to back out, and in a tone that would have done credit to an elocutionist The tato Or Satnnet Grlctfey Ktowe. There if? so much to tell, about our father that I hardly know where to begin. First, you must know something of his appearance. He was tall and very erect, with the carriage and walk of a soldier. His hair was black, with silver threads in it; his eyes of the •deepest and brightest hi no I ever saw. They wero eyes full of light; to us it was the soft, beaming light of love and tenderness, but sometimes to others it was the flash of a sword. He was very handsome; in his youth he had been thought ono of the handsomest men of his day. It was a fral- lant time, this youth of onr father.. When hardly more than a lad, he went out to help the bravo Greeks who wers fighting to free their country from the cruel yoke of the Turks. ,. At an age when most young men were thinking how they could earn most money, and how they could best advance themselves in the world, our father thought only how ho could do most good, bo of most help to others. So he went out to Greece and fought in many a battle beside the bravo mountaineers. < Dressed like them in tho "snowy chemise and tho shaggy capote," he shared their toils andtliclr hardships; slept under the open stars, rolled in his cloak, or sat over tho camp-fire, roasting wasps strung on a stick like, dried cherries. The old Greek chieftains called him "the beautiful youth," and loved him. Once he saved tho life of a wounded Greek, at the risk of his own, as you may read some day in Whittler's beautiful words; and the rescued man followed him afterward like a dog, not wishing to loso sight of him for an hour, and sleeping at his feet at night. Once he and his comrades lay hid- .den for hours in tho hollow of an ancient wall (built thousands of years ago, perhaps in Homer's day), while tho Turks, scimitar in hand, scoured tho fields, in serirch of them. Many years after, ho showed this hollow to Julia and Laura, who went with him on his fourth journcv to Greece, and told them the story." When our father saw the terrible sufferings of tho Greek women and children, who wero starving while their husbands and fathers wore fighting for life and freedom, he thought that he could help best by helping thorn; so, though I know he loved the fighting, for ho was a born soldier, ho came back to this country, and told all that ho had seen,and asked for money and clothes and food for tho perishing wives and mothers and children. Ho told the story well, and put his whole heart into it; and people listen to a story so told. Many hearts beat in answer to his, and ir. a short time he sailed for Greece again, with a good ship full of rice and flour, and cloth to make into garments, and money to buy whatever else might be needed. When he landed in Greece, the woman came flocking about him by thousands, crying for "broad, and prav- ing God to bless him! Ho felt blessed enough when ho saw the children eating bread, and saw the naked backs covered, and the sad, hungry faces smiling again. So he went about doing good and helping whenever he saw need. — Laura E. Richards, -in St. Nicholas. WIT AJND HUMOR. A SURMISE. The woman who washed for Adam and Ere, When tho world was rounc and fine. Was obliged to hamr her clothes, 'tis thought. On the equinoctial lino. ' •. , —Good Housekeeping. Jagson says the reason that woman, talks so much is because she suffers in silence.— Elmira Gazette. "Faith" was describedjby'an Ohio boy as "expectin' something ye ain' goin' to get."— Columbus Post. Tastes differ. Some people can see beauty even in a looking-glass; others can n o t. — Boston Transcript. Whon you are betting on an absolutely sure thing save out five cents for car fare home.— Boston Post. Man is not merely the architect of his own fortune, but ho must lay the bricks himself.— Qalveston News* "The girl you wero speaking to, Jack, seemed rather cold to you." "Yes; she's an old flame."— N. Y.Press. It must not bo supposed that a woman is out of temper because she moves about with a bang.— Boston Go* zette. Astronomers have failed to direct at> tention to the fact that tho fuller the moon is the later she's out nights.— Binghamton Leader. A miss is as good as a mile. This is probably why a man doesn't feel the distance whon he's got a nice girl with him.— Binghamton Leader. "You are the world to me," he whispered. "All right," she answered. "You can be tho sun. I'm going to marry your fathe/."— N. Y. Herald, Mr. Veripoore—"I am drunk with love of you, dearest one." Miss Veri- rich—"So? And you want to try the good old cure, do you?"— Detroit Free Press. Jagson says that a wise man and a fool often talk so much alike that he can't tell which is tho wise man until one of them stops talking.— Elmira Gazelle. _Tillinghast—"I think I can get you a situation as a government chemist. Winebiddle—"VVliy, I never analyzed any baking-powder in my life."— Detroit Free Press. Jess—"Did you know Harry's father was a congressman?" Bess—"No; he plimented me .yesterda tnan-«In what Way?" told a joke and lie said, T Ve I worse things than that.'" Scissorsi —"Yes, but yon must remenihe? he has been a groat traveler anri probably heard some mio-htv V things.— N. Y. Press. •" • - P°' Mrs. Pugh—"Oh, yes; just bee*,, it is a little dam out, you'won't ir church. The pouring rain dnln'tTt. you homo from the theater thp n «, nigl\t." Mr.Pugh—"If I had rom • 'I home from the theater the other i • • ' I would have lost the $-11 p a i,| t5nb-r.ta.hnt if I stav homo " cms morning J/u oe in o J i never mentioned it; but I surmised tho family there was a skeleton in closet."—^. Y. Herald. First Wakeful (in sleeping-car)— "What's that old violent about?' rooster coughi Second Y she tried again. "Your skirt is one- sided!" For tho first time the face of the woman lighted up with a show of interest, and, with a delusive smile that raised false hopes in the fair maiden's breast, she leaned far back so as to got tho full import of the reply and shouted: "Did you say you came from Rochester?" She was a little deaf. It took the combined efforts of all tho ladies near her to make her understand, but when she knew what they wanted she scorned truly grateful, and, turning would doubtless have, addod around, to her acknowledgement some words of apology to tho young lady, but tho seat was vacant. The fair Samaritan was eone. — Boston Journal. . was gone. »ow, , inrry tip to Lawyer Titoomb's and en- .or a complaint agin' 'om for lurceu- izin 1 a man's with intent to defraud, or whatever yon call it." ''What for?" tranquilly interrupted Jack, "So's to have em both put 'n state's n-is'n, of course," returned Undo Sol, with a bowildorod stare. "I'll think aboutit, Undo Sol," said Jack, quietly, and then, taking tho tin ':runk, ho made his way up-town. But nstead of. stopping at Lawyer Tit- .'•omb's ho kept on till ho ro.'ichod lho )ld homestead whore Mr. Belchers and Jradford had taken up their abode. Tlio lawyer and his son, having ro- overoil from their fright, wero aTiout o return to tho shore, whim Jack ap- jcurod. At tho sight of tho trunk tho She Aslcert Too Much. They had boon married a month and the world had boon turning for them upon an axis of gold lubricated with honey. Tho harmony of happy hearts filled their souls with a divine rapture and tho hours flew by on melodious wino-s. , This day tho first shadow had touched with gray tho rose loaves on their path. "No, Ethel," ho said firmly yet kind- iy, "I cannot do it." ^ "But, George," she pleaded, "I — your Ethel—your bride— asks you to do it for her sake," and she came and laid her soft white arms about his neck and turned her appealing eyes to his. He bowed his head and kissed her golden hair. "I know, Ethel," he said, in tender, protesting tones, "but this I cannot do. You should not ask it; you who are more than all tho world to mo." _ The young wife's hands fell to her sides, she shook under a storm of sobs and a shower of tears wot the sweet pink roses in her cheeks. Tho young husband was not loss moved but tho determined look did not leav-e his face. "And you will never, never grant your Ethel's request?" she asked, stepping back from him. "Never, Ethol, never." ho replied, in a harsher tone than ho had yet used: "I am willing, only too glad and willing, to do anything yon ask in reason, but never, never, NEVEH will I consent to call your father onds it." Victim of the Fire Habit. A popular young physician livino- in the neighborhood of Boston recently took nn to himself a bride, and at the same time bought a horse from ono of tho townsfolk. Ho was very-proud of both investments. Soon after the happy young couple lu»d returned from their first'trip together, and while the honeymoon was still .young. Doctor Nowhnsband took his wife to ride. Ho was showintr her something of her now home when" suddenly the fire bells clanged. "Do you suppose the ii're is anywhere near onr house?" exclaimed the bride "Oh, I'm so afraid," and she drew closer, still closer to his manly breast "Don't be afraid, dear," ho answor- od, "we've an excellent lire department." i _ At that moment the engine turned into the street ahead of them and went tearing down the road. Tnoir horse gave a jump and followed as fast as possible. In vain were all efforts to check the beast. Through the town tho procession flew, tho engine in the lead, but hard pressed by tho buo-o-y with its terror-stricken little wife and struggling husband. Tho townsfolk stared in wonder, and the bnsybodios declared that tho doctor's new wife was evidently a flyer. When the fire was reached the horse stopped of his own account, and tho couple returned to town. The noxt day the man who sold the horse, happen ing to moot the doctor carelessly remarked: "Oh, 1 forgot to toll you that that animal usod to bo- ughing so iVakeful— "He's suckad a pillow down his windpipe, I presume."— Truth. "You say you recollect the last words of tho deceased?" asked tho coroner. "Yaas. Ho jist said: -.that ain't tho way I heard that story,' when ho o-ot plugged."— Indianapolis Journal. ° "So the Marquis gave you those flowers. 1 ; "Yes; and 0, Maud, ho actually said life without me meant nothing." "Yes, dear; everybody says you are his last chance."— Life's Calendar. "I do wish," said Rastus, scratching- his head, thoughtfully, "I do wish chit i'izzid Edison would invent a sort o' a sort o cow-catcher for do roah ocnd o' dem animilcs called do mule."— Harper's Bazar. Citizen—"Is that the best story you can get up—that old starvinn-.f am ii y chestnut?" Hungry Higgins—"Yessir. Vm so hard up that even my iiuan-in- Ation is sufferin' poverty.—Indianapolis Journal. Ho—"Why doesn't Miss Nubbles come on deck and bo wooctl bv tho breezes. too?" She—"Her mother wouldn't lot her. She hoard the captain say this was a trade wind."— Funny Folks. If husbands would only bo tho same at homo as elsewhere! There's Short- put, for example; on the street '.10 is a loading bull, but at- home, so his wife says, ho is a regular bear. —Boston Transcript. The man who journeys throtio-h this world with his ej'es open will" 1 learn things every day for nothing that other people have had to go without butter on their bread to find out. Ram's Horn. Giles—"Ho must have felt flattered to learn that all his friends asked after him while he was away." Merritt—"I don't know that he did. You see they all asked if he wasn't taking the gold cure."— Life, Professor (lecturin —"What would bo Boston Mother—"The groceries I & reeled you to order on yonrwavtl school have not arrived." Small h^l "I—I forgot them, mother; but I S\ memberod to stop at the piiblishertl and secure rt copy of the Ibsen i " de luxe you wanted." Mother—"Bin"! his little heart. But, my dear sorry you forgot the groceries.' 's om ^| of our relatives from New' York Jnl be here to-night, and Now Yorkehl like groceries."— Good News. * "Children are funny things," a correspondent. "I was ' the Lammcr not long since and (Vil9 i getting out of patience. After tnqiij r !' ing of tho boys, who of course know nothing about it, my ( little Ruth, four years old, looked up_ into my facc.and beaming with a smile, as 'bright ' soft as heaven, said: 'Pa, "\ ]; nm j| wh'jro the hammer is.' I pat ted her on I I no head and told her, she was thjl smartest one of the whole lot,ami tlicnl I asked hor, 'Where is it, dartinir?' t 0 | which s-.ho replied: 'It's lost," 1 —i/ u ,l of the World. ' ' THE LEARNED CONDUCTOR. His Gentlo Kepi-oof of tho Proud Bostn.l Girl Who Snubbed Him. ' A story is going the rounds hero all the expense of a young woman and gl car conductor who is a graduate oil Harvard. The tale may or may not I bo true, but it has not been my expe.1 rionce in life that that little detail was! hold to have anything to do with the I circulation of a story. Tho hero oil the incident was and indeed still is a | handsome fellow of the romantic type over which girls sigh at a certain stauel of sentimentality; and during tile I palmy days of his university career he I basked in the smiles of beauty to an] extent which must have made come-down peculiarly hard to bcar.J Now that ho is punching tickets lief occasionally encounters one of his| former acquaintances, but it is to be supposed that they do not often reco"- ni/o him. Not long sinoe, however, he was indiscreet enough to appeal to the remembrance of the girl who figures in tho talc. She was going out to Brookline in a horse-car and when he came to take the faros he seems to have been moved by a not unnatural albeit not overwise desire to be reco"- nized. Ho looked at her intently, but won uothin looks. "I am afraid you do not me, Miss Blank,'" ho said. The girl drew herself up with offended dignity, all tho frigidity of frozen Boston in her air. "I certainly do not," she said coldly. "Unless," she added, as if in afterthought, "you are our old coachman Henry." Tho rod rushed into tho face of the conductor, and it is to be supposed that he wished himself anywhere rather than there; but there was a certain brutal wit and not a little spunk in the fellow, and he held himself wonderfully. "I am not your old coachman, Henry," ho .said, loudly enough to be hoard by everybody in'the car, all the passengers being by this time thor-i oughly interested in the conversation; "but perhaps it is not strange that you ! should confound me with him, because that night that you invited me to tlio | leap-year ball at the Hightops' you may remember thnt Im wna .imnL- ™<\ save the blankest oil remember up George Press. had papa and that spoken."— Deport Free ~ —...*»« I* L i»ij\j\^iju UU™ long to tho chief of tho lire department. You will find him a good trot- tor, I warrant yon."—Boston Herald. The Fisheries of Lake Superior. At little Port Arthur alone the h>- uresoftho fishing industry for the market are astonishing. In 1888 the fishermen there caught 500,000 pounds of whito-dsh, 360,000 pounds of lake trout, 48,000 pounds of sturgeon, 90 000 pounds of pickerel, and 30,000 pounds of othor fish, or more than a million pounds in all. They did this with an investment of $3800 in boats ami $10,0001,, gill nnd poa £ ™£ ihis yield nearly all wont to a Chicago packing company,and it is in tho mam Uuoago and Cleveland capital that is wllu 1 ^- i"S fc i 10 ! ttke>B iisho «os. The white-fish is, in tho ' ' gourmets. opinion of most most ^delicious fish known Tlio hvko trout are I am told that they are to Americans. Tito hvko more food. y are rather related to the char than to the salmon. Thoy are peculiar to our inland waters. Thoy average live to ten pounds in weight and weigh 120 pounds; but ot grow to 1 on galvanisi;i) -.- -- tho e'll'oct, Mr. Broken, if you should hold a quantity of gold in one hand and of silver in the other?" Broken—"I should experience a decided shock."— Yale Record. ;'That was quite a little joke of mine, ho said with enthusiasm just after ho had exerted himself with a bon mot. "Did you see it?" "O, yes," she answered wearily. "I saw it last week in a nowspaper.»—TF«s/im(/tow Star. Upstart—"I have mado up my mind to become a journalist. What kind of paper would you advise mo to «Q to work with?" Grull'y-"Well, I think you are best fitted to work with a pioco of sand paper."— Boston Courier. "Doesn't Mrs. Maxwell believe in coeducation of the sexes?" "Coeducation? I should say not! Why, she be- hoves that a girl ought to be raised so carefully that when she sees a man she will say: -What is that, mamma?'"Brooklyn Life. "Have a cigawetto, Cholly, ol' fel'?" ^• h " e .te.. d ««» 4. and I'm weally surpwised that you'have that weaknnn.1" "Weakness? I'll have then, that it takes a chap to weakness! you to know, may remember that he was drunk.and that I had to drive you home. Fare, please!" There was a certain incisivenesj in the manner in which that faro was rune in, and it mav be taken for granted that he is not likely to introduce himself to any more of his former young lady acquaintances, although it cannot bo denied that in this encounter he had decidedly the host of k.- Boston Letter. Wages in Spain. There are among Spanish mechanics , ! j some who got but $8.50 weekly in return for years of expensive education, lu'om $700 to $1,000 will bo found to. | bo the average moderate remuneration for the ordinary Spanish engineer.' Of course there arc engineers, agnin,'' whoso annual totals go beyond $2,000. Working sixty hours per week they will receive but $5 to $7. Only the extra good hands got tho larger amount. As living i s no t cheap in the towns (about the same as in Paris or ; | other big French villos) they we 1 obliged to either go a rather long w»y;;| to their^suburban homos, or, if living:,! in tho city, to live poor and have less a food and less pure air; Puddiors qnl/', earn 3 1-2 to-l pesetas daily. All salaries are usually ])u ia fortnightly. ] A Grout Financier. Mabol—"Well," I' vo concluded to marry Mr.Tightfist." Mildred— 1 Pullem says tho time to clean tooth ia at night." Mother-«But you neve" o ean thorn at night." Small boy!! calculated only hunger. —Harper's Muuax to appease Nonsmoking Athletes. Dr. Soaver of Yalo informs tho public that none of tho loadin ..Vl'"°ii° II..H ,,, • ""•,— "»•»«..ijj athletes of that university smoke and that there is not asmglo smoker among the "an! dulates for the 'varsity crew. Miss Ho. der romance of yours with ^•"sSKMS.Sfflrift-! "No; married." Sho-"U. v ! au ° l are still friends, though?' "No; she married dar. t"M ' ""•-ngiti'iist." Mildred—"vvir/i'! 1 thought you hated him." Mabel- I Oh, I do, but he is bound to be very f | rich some day. Ho has such a grasp ot finance." Mildred—"What gives you that impression?" Mabel—"Why, no invited rno to go to church last night, and coming home we took near, > w°!i g V 10 Wtu ' lt0( ' tl) walk both ways. Well,when tho conductor came around ie said: 'How , unfortunate! I find I' have nothingsmallor than a $1 bill Have you any ehanjraP' So I paid tltf' fares."— Jcsler "-/^ Ca(en , Humorist-'-Greathead raf'her com. Sugaoious Muftis. It seems that at Hyderabad a „ graphic studio has boon oponed W which the operators arc all women. The koran forbids tho making ol por- Jj traits, but tho muftis have declared thai photography cannot bo included ill tM prohibition, since tho prophet ''" npthing about it-

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