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"But somebody must care for the dear child," replied Mrs. Gust. "We have no children of our own to care for." During 1 this conversation .Toe sat in a state of wonderment, but with a tear standing in his eye. When Mrs. Gust had concluded her words, Joe looked confidingly into her face and said "Mother!" »!• • That ended the doubt,- and the boy filled the childless void in that otherwise huppy family henceforth. Joseph Gust and his wife had been for uenr twenty-five years one of those rare phcnomenons, a happy childless family. Their married life had been one. long henaymooii, each living for th.3 other and as ever anxious to win continued affection as in the early days of love's 3 r oung dream. They were known among their many friends as "two old love"rs," who had not yet, after a quarter of u century, finished their courtship. And into such a house as that it was Littlu -Toe's • good fortune—comparatively good—to become a welcome member. After a few weeks, when the mystery about the boy's parentage bad proven insoluble, and it had become certain that he was deficient in mentel capacity, Mrs. Gust set herself to, training the lad to proper habits, with all the devotion of a mother. Whatever else he lacked, the lad was not deficient in gratitude, and his efforts to comply with every wish of his foster-mother were most touching, and coupled with manifestations of strong affection. And now, at the end of three / years after his rescue, he had been trained to habits of neatness, order, promptitude and obeclienca remarkable for one whose young mind was so i'eeble and KO deficient in self-consciousness. Self- consciousness, indeed, he. had not. He knew himself only in-the'third person. His vocabulary was brief and his sentences generally mere repetitions. But some of his powers were remarkable. He kept time, mentally, almo.st with •the accuracy of u clock; and ho obeyed • all instructions given him by his foster- parents—when he understood therewith perfect accuracy. Ho was always cheerful and touchingly affectionate. Such was the character and such the condition of "Little Joe" at tha opening of our story. Cincinnati in 18S3 was not tho beautiful "tiue_(sn City" she now is. The panorama of surrounding hills wore al- inost without un inhabitant, and the primeval forest had scarcely known the woodman's ax. The river's front, instead of the present gentle slope (which is artificial), was a bluff mud bank, through which ran roadways slanting to the water's edge, and to the "Horse-boat" landing, whence the quaint ferry boat made its hourly trips to the Kentucky shore. Beyond Seventh street northward to the hills all was corn fields or open "commons," iand Race street on the west WON tho ultima thule in that direction, Follow on the eastern side the muddy, brook called Peer creek, and the reader of < to-day will have the boundaries of Cin- %cinnati at the date of Little Joe's ud- ffipnt. Mr. Gust had witnessed tbt growth of the infant city from the time when tho little village about "Fort Washington" near the present intersection of liroudway and - Fourth streets, and the "settlement" near the foot oi Main street had bourgeoned out in various directions into the most pretentious young city in the Ohio valley. He was both surveyor and civil engineer, snd in these joint offices had done much to direct that broad foresight which had guided the early inhabitants in opening up and improving the naturally favorable site of the infant city, Origipally the two plains upon which the city now chiefly rests were not connected by a gentle slope as *4 present, but were divided by a bluff bank of gravel extending nearly the whole length of what is now magnificent Tbird street. Long before any system Of waterworks had been provided, Engineer Gust had gathered Silurian fossils, shells, coralines and kilobits on the river hills beyond Deer crack whore reservoirs were afterwards built, and lie had at that early day foreseen the Bite of the city's future fountains. At the time of this veritable story wells for the supply of wuter were few and far between, and these, were of great depth. The chief reliance of the people! W%5 then upca the water-carts, A F fiM>?$ 9* ttJfSjS ing fountains .supplied the city's needs huge hogsheads upon wheels, eacl with its leather hose for leading the precious contents into the local watei barrels. The water-cart man was vvel known to men, women and children IK ever since has been the milkman. Ant when a fire broke out and the Seminary bell on Walnut street rang out its dread alarms, these water casts might be seen in all directions hastening n.t full speed toward the fire, each anxious to secure the reward always paid the first to arrive. The denizens of the Queen City at this day may compare their fire and water departments with the slendei beginning of that. CHAFTKK IT. "OI,t> CUAIU.,EV MbUEH" AND THE DUPLICATE SIEDAI,. NE. DAY IN THE early spring, a few weeks after the events already related. Little Joe was sitting on the river bank quietly watching a waterman who had backed his cai-t into the stream and was filling his tank from tho river by dipping the water with a long-handled .bucket and pouring it through the large wooden funnel into the cask. The boy had no playmates or companions, and as usual was alone. While he watched" the wateimun in silence the horse-ferry boat already mentioned came from the Kentucky shore, made its usual landing, rang its bell, let clown its "apron," and a gentleman drove ashore in a light spring wagon drawn by two sleek, well-groomed horses, very black and very sprightly. The man was tall, rather .slender, self- composed, confident in managing his team, and drove within a few feet of where Joe. was sitting. Suddenly he drew up his horses, looked at the boy for a moment closely, and said: "Hello, Joe! is that you?" Joe turned his head with a sudden stuvt as if struck with a familiar voice or frightened by that of a stranger, then he. slowly moved his head from side to side, as if in token of his ignorance of the questioner's identity. "Why, Joe, don't you know me?" returned the strange gentleman. Joe-made no reply, but looked at his questioner in a half-frightened, wondering sort of way. "That boy can't talk to you," said the waterman, who had heard tho strange gentleman's question and watched with curious interest for tho boy's response. "The boy is an idiot and can't talk to you—anything to signify," "An idiot," said tho gentleman with expressions of surprise. "Ah no, I think not. Do you know the boy?" "I know Little Joe like u book," said tho waterman, "and he is an idiot." self its counting 'aitliful the hour. HIMSELF. "That is very strange!" said the gentleman, partly to himself, but loud enough for the waterman to hear. "If that's our little Joe—and surely it is—he is no idiot. What it, his name besides Joe?" "The boys call him Joe Gust," replied the waterman, "but he isn't Gust's boy, and I don't know his name —except Little Joe." "Do you know whero he liv,es?'' inquired the stranger, wh.p was'exhibit- ,ng a remarkable -interest in Joe's identity. "Yes, I know;,. up ,xm/ Sycajn, 0 |- ? lit*. Qttst, the city surveyor lives. th6 boy can show you} hb knows the tbwii as well as i tie." * "Thank you," said the strange*. "I'll take the bdy in with me and drive tip to thei place," at tbe same time beckoning to the lad to come to him. "Never go with strangers, ..Too," snid the boy. with a scared look; and then he bounded off like a deer. "Drive aftei^ him," shouted the waterman. "He'll go straight jiohio." The team of shining blacks was soon following .fop's stops in his flight; but the handsome driver took care to approach only near enough to keep the boy in sight until he entered the door of a pleasant residence, on Sycamore street, and dis,nppe!ired within. Then, being satisfied that he knew the boy's home, the stranger drove westward on Lower Market ^ street, and up Main street to Dennison's hotel, Where he found qmirters for himself and team. But Joe had not gotte into the residence of hi.s foster purents. In his flight—for he had been really alarmed by the strange gentleman's desire to get him into the carriage—he had run into tho first house in which lie knew ho should find friends. And that was the residence, of Mrs. Gust's aunt—an elderly lady who belonged to that class of housekeepers sometimes spoken of as "painfully neat." This Mrs, Lawrence was known to Joe and to her frit-lids generally as "Aunt Uuthy,'' and the nominal head of the family- Mr. John Lawrence—as "AuntRuthy's husband." No child had been borri'to them, and none was ever willingly permitted to set foot in Aunt Kuthy's'pain- fully clean rooms—except little Joe, Joe was neat, orderly, never made a Litter, never removed anything from its place, and never asked questions. He was accustomed to call often to see A.unt Kuthy, when he would clean his shoes carefully on the mat and gently cnock for admission. In one corner of icr sitting-room stood a tall, olcl-fash- .oned clock-, whose unceasing tick-tack lad a fascination for Joe which never ost its fores. He would sit silent by the hour watching the tall clock, and •epeating in in -whisper to him- ominous tick-tack, and the strokes when the time-keeper announced And while Joe thus watched ;he clock, Mrs. Lawrence, as silently is Joe and even with more interest, jlied her knitting needles and watched Jie boy. It was not very difficult to livine her thoughts; Through the ong years of her married life slie had on-owed for the absence of at least me child to break the monotony of her ilcnt hours and give her. matronly icai-t something to expend itself upon. She had gradually grown almost uorose; her excessive neatness had be- orne an absorbing passion, and for ome years past no child—especially no oy—-had crossed her threshold with- ut giving her a "nervous fit." But oo was an exception. "He may bean diot," said she, "but he has sense nough to let things alone, make no irt, auci speak only when hois spoken o." When Joe entered her house pursued by the mysterious stranger, and with an expression of fright upon his handsome face, Mrs. Lawrence was so thrown off her guard against the expression of feeling that she caught the boy in her arms, gave him a motherly kiss, and attempted in a kindly way to learn the cause of his alarm. "Never go with strangers, Joe, said the boy, repeating his foster mother's frequent caution, and peering out of the window. "Man out there, Aunt Uuthy." But as no man out there was to bo seen, Joe soon regained his usual composure, and saying: "Tell Aunt Kuthy good-bye," he started with a merry laugh for home. In the street, with a sudden start he said: "Quarter to twelve—be homo when the clock strikes twelve,' Joe." And he reached his own door as the clock within was striking tho hour. After dinner at Dennison's hotel, tho gentleman who in his carriage had fol. lowed little Joe, walked down Main street to lower Market, thenco eastward to Sycamore, and on that street up to tho door of tho house whore Joe had disappeared. Mrs. Lawrence received him at the door and invited him hi! but seeing that lie was about to enter with dusty boots, said very politely, "There's a mat in the hall, please." After entering, the gentleman said as he took a proffered chair: "My name is Blakewell, I live in northern Kentucky; and I am interested in learning something of the boy Joe who is staying with you," Mrs, Lawrence became suspicious at once, Shu resolved to know as little us possible about Joe until she found out the strange gentleman's motive for inquiring. Therefore she only said i» reply: "Dooa this room look as if there was a boy about the house?" "Well, madam," said the self-styled Mr. HUikewell with a smile, "I hardly think it-does; but I have learned from Mr- Dennison at the hotel that you have no children of your own, and that—" "And that was a bit of impertinence on the pai-t of Mr, Dennison," said Aunt Kuthy, interrupting, ."Besides, there is no boy staying with me." ••Madam, I saw Joe come into this house not three hours ago." "Do you mean Little Joe, the idiot?" "I mean the boy who is always called Little Joe; though he is certainly not little, for his years; besides, he is no idiot, and 1 will thank you for any .information about his history you may possess." "Well, as I am not Joe's keeper, it may be as well if you apply elsewhere." After a short pause during which Mr, BlakoweU looked both. vexed and amused, he sstid; "At what timt) will your husband, Mi, at what tiuwj will $ae §uryeyoj; ke " SEW.EST flf HUMOK. SAYINGS ANb BOlNdS BV f HB A Woftinn tft ft In the Wild Mlsslonnfy'S fttttl 1'alhteU TWHI . which- imb loMuvlftihhWHUbw Of course you've taken notice of a woman in a breeze, When jEolua sways the trees till they're very ill at ease, And every lofty building seems to wear a surly frown, And {lie wind comes whistling do wn every thoroughfare in town. As the wild, infuriated breezes swirl and shoot about, Woman's mould without a doubt can be quickly figured out! For her clothing blows against her, and then clings with all its might, And a woman in this plight IB an interesting sight. Bho will walk a few steps backward, holding down hir pretty head, For her face, perhnps, is red at what some passer-by haa said; Then she'll turn around again, but still the wind* won't lot her be; "All who wish," is their decree, "nature's handiwork may see." —John J. Mclntyro in Truth, On tho Ocoiin, Too. First Sailor—There ain't a sign of a breeze anywhere, and we are right in the course of the trade winds, too. Second Sailor—My boy! I wonder if the trade winds have stopped on account of hard times. Man—I'll '&tioW it to ydu", iHfhi 'way, mum. "Well, this is something like. The rooms will siiitf I am &iire, Whit s&ft of ft janitbV nave they heftS?" "The very best iii tho city, aauni" "Obliging?" "The kindest-hearted gentleman t« be found anywhere, mum." "Itonest?" "As the day is long, mum." "Is he attentive to his ditties?" "He's just working himself to death, mum, Always thinkin' up soino neW thing to make folks comfortable." "Well, 1 declare! I wouldn't losd this flat for the world. Where Is th» janitor now?" "I'm him, mum," Letting; lllin iJown Knrty, Mr. Oldbeau—I admit that there is —or—some difference in our ages ( but think of the advantages of sueh % weathy alliance. Miss Youngthing—It can not bo, Mr. Oldbeau, but.I will, always be a granddaughter to you. Those Terrible Data*. Little Miss Mugg (noticing family Bible in friend's parlor)—Sister Ellen will not have our family Bible in the parlor any more. She says it isn't good form. Little Miss Freckles—I didn't know your sister was so old as that. the tlio rcaclior. Teacher— Why was Solomon wisest man in the' 'world? Boy — He had so many wives to advise him. Teacher (a strong-minded female) — Well, that is not the answer in the book, but you may go up head. Johnny's Natural Philosophy. Little Johnny (in kite time) — I saw a locomotive rushin' along by itself an' poin 1 like everything. I thought every minute it would dodge down into the river or somewhere. Father— Why should it? Little Johnny — It hadn't any tail. Ntovor Scold. Mother — It is time to make some In- •quiries about that young man who now calls to see Clara. . Father— -Ho has inou been coming more than a week. Mother— No matter. I heard Clara scold little Johnny for peeking through key-holes. ' ' • ./' t « K. UUWL4V ViiA 1 4 rifftfl wltft whiifi „.,„ half* bfushed severely fofeiieadr and goltl §!,„„„.., prominf.ftt nosd eHte'reiTtf" in Fourteen tk street at tlfd'^ptf h6itp aftd strdtlo rtlpidl;H& 6flS ftf; table's at which tlieite «Wa& ft'-vatf Seat. He hung a stotit da"Ht v ^'tt; hatfack far up tih the wall Heist!? end of the table, says thd N«4«*i>v' Tribune, and was* tWealittg Ui u, 8B of hia ovordoat wh.aH.he happened't notlde that tb<3 w.aitof wda abdti, -.,leaving the table with order's foeJfriS-"? other inon. • • ' ; v-' r &ij "iiold on a minute, young fellai**,'^! and take taj or,dap, tod, no Ihoute'd/f' "Bring me some bttsh, with poached"'" aiga on it, and a couple of ainlie^s ' and Boisocoffoa in a hurry." - ': Then he fln'shed taking of! 'ftte* overcoat atid tried to hang it 611 whatf* ho m-obably thought was a peg-of his hat rack, but he hit on the eUd';' of his cane Instead and tho ccf&t flopped down on,tho floor, while the/ eanot after knocking several hat8 Off *\ the rack, fell on tho head of a matt'', near tho wall and then bounded ott the table with force enough to break several dishes and scatter doffoe and gravy about promiscuously. Th'e' men at the table picked up thoif • hats and began to say unpleasant things, but they were quickly aw6dU to silence by tho stout man, who' do-<" > : clared with a fog'horn voice: '" ,j "It's an infernal outrage for" a mata to keep such a rack as that about his,', place, If I was running this hous&"' I'd see that thero'd be different ar- , f rangoinents for folks who patronized x •*^* ' » ! !! Then he slammed hla'cane back on. tho rack, hung his overcoat on a peg ^ and sat down to glare at the waiter, who cleared away tho broken dishes and wiped up the spilled coffee and gravy with .fresh napk'ns. Two minutes after'the waiter had left the ' ; table the stout man began to grumble. "I guess," he said, "ho has gone down town to buy the meat to make ' that hash with. He must have been " born late in the day. I 8 aid I was in. a hurry and now I suppose he will take.all day. If I don't get what I ordered ^ right away I'm going to , leave." Then the waiter came with the hash, sinkers and coffee and tho stout man made them disappear in a way that showed he was a hustler. Whoa his jaws had ceased to work he yelled for his check and made a grab at his overcoat and cano. There was an- " other shower of hats from tho rack, but the man in u hurry did not stop to pick them up. lie evidently was too angry to say more. The-other men did not try to detain him, but one of them said:' "That man must have been born, before day! ght." There were some expressions of assent to the remark and then another man rounded it oft 1 with tho declaration, "And he is trying tho best he knows how to make other men wish ho never hud been born at all." ,'J'S Woman in tho Wild iviul Woolly W«8t Judge—What's the charge, otflcer? Officer—This brute has been beating his wife—this lady here—and she wants him punished.—Judge. Money-Making Journalism. Friend—Taking so many daily newspapers is a.good deal of an expense, isn't it? Hcst—Doesn't cost a cent. "You certainly are not on the free list.' "J'a I save the coupons, exchange theji for the books;' pictures and so on whiih they offer, then sell the books and pictures and use the money to pay niy inscriptions." The Spirit Willing. Jtyr Organist (after an hour's hard practice)—Here is your money, Patrick: but don't you think you charge me wtlier a high price just for pumpr ing the prgan? Patrick—Bliss y'r purty oyes, miss, Oi vudu't charged ye a cint if th' jnacljne 4Jd not make such blaiheriu' pois<9. Perils p( Free Suffrage, . . = ., frrumpps—What objection could then i possibly be to letting women Suddon Reformation. Chummy—So there has been no hazing in your college this year? Soph—No. At the beginning of the term the president announced that,one of the freshmen was an ex-cowboy, but he refused to tell which one i\ was. Hardly Ever. Fairy Godmother (genially)—Which do you choose for your infant daughter—beauty or wealth? Young Mother (pleadingly)—May she not have both? Fairy Godmother (authoritatively)—, They never go together. Tlie Ulnslouary g Error. Mr ' Grumpps— Wouldn't do at all. Wpn^n never know when they are beat' n - Both sides would claim thq and never give up. J 4 Fickle Girl. AHjur (gloomily)— I am abdjs love for ine is, cooling. Frind — Have you heard from Tlndor Uoxcst In Use. Although tho match baa long since, supplanted the tinder box, thousands of the antiquated light producers aro still made. Adventurers often take a flint and tinder box with them on trips, knowing from experience, that if slo\yor than a match it is certainly surer, and in addition to tbe demand this creates, there am back country regions in Europe whore tho match is comparatively unknown, even now. Then again, the white m'an with his usual ultra- sensitiveness does not see any harm in shipping tinder boxos, and even the oldest kinds of gun Hints to the savages of Afi-ioa, who derive sincere, delight from using them, especially us the traders are careful to explain 'that the one is' an improvement on. the match and the other- a greaft stride toward perfection in firearms. Not » Koso of Any Kind. Tho common tube rose is an excellent illustration of a popular mis-, nomer. The plant is not a rose at all and baa no connection with tha rose family. Its name is a corruption, Tho French gardeners always call it plante tuboreuse, and the latter part of the name was corrupted by ignorant persons into tube rose. The similarity of sound no doubt led! to tno change of name and conse-* quent mistake, similar Instances having often occurred. afraid her Art ur— Yes, and here's her letter. She ises the word "love" only sixteen 8*4 only underscores. \\ ten. The Good Lady—Ah, my poo? fellow! Do you not know that is bad,? Parched Penters—Beggin 1 yer ing, Lady, yer wrong. fh> jist set tli' keg out; an' look; at froth. 1 kin gU on jt. too! It is confidently believed that pe* troleum baa been struck io setahire, England, in auofc as will well pay.fpp working. tUscpypry of -oil was made some, weeks ago, aM experts h_a,ve since, been making experiments in the region. Professor Redwood, t ne "obiej petroleum 'expert in England, 1 ' saya. better results haye so far attended, tho experiments than have been, npted }u spma Pf the bos$ oil No Pmwo for "That Ward well woman needn't put on so much airs with berdiimpnda, 1 * said one Chicago lady (p another, "Tbey aia't hers to keep." "Whose aro they, ^henP" "ffer husbqnd's; and, lie the marriage contract J;ha,t sb,o only tP luivo the rigfytj Jo wear as long as slip wus hja wife. always fi^os it tftat way.'*

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