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OTPfifc DIB MGtNtS! ALGO&A* IOWA, J8, 1804 CHAI'TER VllJ.—(Continued.) Mrs. Blake called often at Vivettc's room and the two ladies finding con- jenial tastes and sentiments, became Mends, almost on sight. Mrs. lilake furnished Vivette with one of her own maids to attend the room of her Driest and act as personal attendant. This colored "girl," as Mrs. Wake had nailed her, was a woman of near forty years, an intelligent mulatto and a slave. She "took" to Vivette (as she told the other servants), because she Htiid "please" when she wished anything done. Besides, she thought Vivette "mighty good lookin'," which was in itself a strong recommendation.' And then, like most negro servants who have seen cultured and polite people, she knew as by intuition that "5liss Bivette was a lady, an' none o' your white trash." From this woman Vivette learned many facts In the history of Mrs. Blake, "Ole Mns'r Tom .Uli.ke," and the whole 'family, past and present. Mrs. Blako also com- nvunicated some facts of lier personal history. A tone time Vivette said: "What is your name beside Eliza?" to her maid. '•My name's nothin' but "Liza," was the reply, "Culhul folks don't have but one name. Does you b'long' to a free state, missus?" "I live at Cincinnati," replied Vi- •vette. "Must be. mighty , nice to have two iiiames, Missus. All de cUllud folks .have two names in Cincinnati'.'" "Yes. I think so, Eliza. Names cost nothing. How long have you lived here?" "Lived on de place ever since I was bawn." "Here in the hotel?" "Fo' da' wasn't any hotel. I was •Olo Mas'r Tom Blake's nigger." "Why, you are not black,-Eliza; why -flo you call yourself a negro?" "All de same, Missus," said 'Liza with, a chuckle. "De black folk call me •white nigger' kaze da' so black dem- selves" [still dressing Vivette's hair]. "Who is that fine, tall gentleman who appears to be at tho head of .affairs?" asked Vivette. F "Dat's Mas'r Sam Blake. He don't 'aoyvn'iKth'in' hisself. Ole Mas'r Tom Blake own all de whole place; an' he lets Mas'r Sam run de hotel. Mas'r •Tom gib me to the Missus; and when she die I is to be free. But I hope she nebber die." "Your mistress appears to be an excellent lady, Eliza." "Miss Myra—po' Jeff's widder? She's—she's de bes'lady in de worl'l" "How long has her husband been dead, Eliza?" "Don't know when he died; don't Tmow he am dead at all. AVeiit away twelve ye'rs ago an' never come back. Mas'r Sam want to marry de widder. Eh, eh!" [with a nasal exclamation which doiies orthography.J "Missus keeps puttin' him oft' an' puttin' him off. Bar now, look in de glass, young Missus. Your ha'r almos' as purty as you—kase I dun fix it de lates' fashion." Vivette thanked the "girl" without looking in the glass, and the maid went out. A short time after, Mrs. Blake called on Vivette in a kindly way, and after some general conversation said: "1 suppose 'Liza has been giving you the family history, including her own, as she feels herself one of the Blake family?" "She has given me only a few gen- oral facts," replied Vivette. "She has not been, indiscreet." "Oh, no! I can trust 'Liza. But in justice to myself I would like to make a brief statement to avoid misconstruction." • "I do not seek to know your history, Mrs. Blake. But indeed I am under obligations to you for your kindness to an entire stranger." "But you came from a land of freedom—from a city where there are no slaves, and where it is not a crime to teach a colored child to read, and to tell him he has an immortal soul." "And is that a crime in Kentucky?" "My husband was disinherited for marrying a woman who, iu the gross language of the people here, had taught'a nigger school.' My father was a Christian minister, and taught me to hate slavery, aud to make no difference between white and black, bond and free." you "And your husband disappeared you know not how or where? as Eliza \ knock at the door interrupted the conversation, Adolf Molier came in and Mrs. 131a,ko was about to leave. "Mr. Moliej.- is wiy cousin—my father's nephew, 1 madam," s>aid Vivette earnestly; "pray do not leave." AUolf joined in the request, and Mrs. Blake remained. Molier talked of upthing but cholera; his panio had not SU "fha.ve a. paper from Cincinnati; tho city if, beine' decimate^" he said ; "'My poor father!" exclaiwed Vivette, '•Would that j had remained despite "Would you stay there aud die?" said Molier. "As well there as elsewhere," replied Vivette. "Duty is before the fear of death." "Don't know about that," answered Adolf. "Self protection is the first law of nature." "But is not care for others the first law of God?" asked Mrs. Blake. Adolf shrugged his shoulders, but made no reply. Then Mrs. Blake said: "1 am no bigot and never deal in cant, Mr. Holier; but I think, nevertheless, that a supreme regard for our personal safety and a ilight from friends in peril are rather in tho nature of cowardice. Of course we despise a coward." Adolf again shrugged his shoulders. But he found it necessary to say something in defense. "That is very true, madame. But suppose we can do nothing—absolutely nothing—for another, must we stay and die with him?" "The two Marys, we are told, were 'last at the cross and first at the tomb,'" replied Mrs. Blake. "But they were in no danger of crucifixion." . "But the Savior, defied even crucifixion, and for his enemies. Should he not be our example? And as to the dreaded cholera, fear appears to precipitate it, and safety liesi'if * anywhere,' in that calm, firm self-control which blanches at no danger and is ready for any fall, standing by other fellow-creatures to the lapt." Mrs. Blake had not finished this sentence when Molier writhed with sudden cramps, called for brandy and rushed into his own apartment without the ceremony of a complimentary "Good morning." A physician living in the house was immediately called', and Vivette and Mrs. Blake being caiitioned to keep the matter quiet, he pronounced the attack of Molier to be cholera. Dr. Goforth was a character. He was an old school physician of great experience, thoroughly educated in medical science and in general literature, and a "high-bred Kentucky gentleman," given to much plainness of speech. He "feared neither God nor man,and had little faith in either." On visiting Molier he said in a moment: "You have cholera, sir; but it is more than half scare. If you want to get well, by gum, sir, you must shake off your cursed cowardice." Adolf w as not exactly in a condition, to take an insult, or to resent it. So- he only said: "My God, doctor, my stomach is on fire! Can I get well?" The doctor dispensed his own remedies, and was putting out some powders for his patient, having already ordered mustard to tho entire abdomen. "Yes, I think you can get well if youi will get over your panic; it is cowardice kills people. Here, take this.." "What is it, doctor?" "Medicine." "Calomel?" "I am the doctor, sir, take it and usk no questions. Down went tho calomel, camphor and capsicum without further protest. Looking round tho doctor inquired: "Who takes charge of tho medicine aud sees that it is given as I order it?" c "I, if you please, doctor," saidaeahtt womanly voice. Looking in some surprise a>t Vivette, who now came forward to take the directions, the doctor first frowned, then smiled with unassurned admiration and said: "You must have vv servant all the time in the room; it will be embar rassing when " Then, without completing the sen. tence, he said: "You, at least, are not panic-stricken Miss. 1 thank you. Let him have a powder every fifteen minutes until return," And the doctor went out. Adolf had had not yet reached that ghastly stage known as collapse; and though he suffered much and cried out for water to cool tho fire in the stomach, ho did not present that deadly aspect of which Old Charley MolierVcon- ditioii was » type. Vivette was vigilant and untiring. She saw that the "Three C's," calomel, camphor and capisoum, were taken regularly to the "TLett yott will get well— if don't care;" at the same titno ting out twenty very small white powders. Then turning td Vivette he said: "You are true grit, Miss. Let him have one of these every time he vomits. Some of it will stick." '•But he vomits at least every five minutes," said Vivette. "All right. Here are twenty one- grain powders; that will last an hour and a half. When 1 return he will be better." Then leaving directions that instead of water he should have small lumps of icej Dr. Goforth again retired. When he returned at midnight he sftid before reaching the bedside: "1 thought sol Your cousin is better, Miss" — adding in an Undertone: "Calomel's the boy, by gum." Feeling the artery at the wrist and laying his hand upon the now rosy surface of the body, he said cheerily to Adolf: "All right, sir, you are coming up on the third quarter. If we can control the reaction you will be up in three days. Stop all stimulants, Miss, please, dive him the ice when he wants it, and have his whole surface sponged with tepid water frequently while he keeps warm; if -he feels chilly stop it and put on the blankets. If he gets hungry— let him stay so. Goodnight." Adolf was up in three clays as tho doctor had promised, and calomel and Vivetto had all the glory; the doctor was forgotten — "Damnation rough, anyhow!" as Molier .said. OIlAPT^U IX. Anor.l'K AND VIVETTK—WKA.TH OK OI.1> TOM Itr.AKK—1U8 WILL AKDilIIS UKIIt. OtJE WW AUD HUMOK SOME JOKES ANG SHARt* Witty the *nd Implott* rirtli-.su Jf \Vrlter» Who Ar*i At* the Sntne IA tints*! rl rtn.r,a tit War. friendly DON'T tiuor.iiiit shoof.l Householder (angrily)—Why should n't 1 shoot? Yott came here to rob, and, if necessary to murder. "Juat so. I cfught to be shot, and. as you've got the drop on me. you cap. do'it; but for your own sak'c, I advise you not to." "Why not, pray?" "First, tho shot will call the police, who will rush in, smash whichever head they find up. and that will be yours; ftecond, you'll be hurried ott to a filthy cell, full of disease and bedbugs, and kept there until tho day for trial; third, although you will bo declared not guilty, of course, you will have to pay the lawyers. Hotter lot me carry off what I've got, and sleep In peace and comfort I'll thank you for your purse." "Here, take it. Jtorglars come cheaper than lawyers. '—New York Weekly. Itfet fchntrtH (JflrifiHitttn. Friend—And you don't Itftow whert liiisband sbi«ds his gt&hings? Mrs. Heniiti— 1 have not the est idea. "Don't yott feel worried?" "Not a, particle." "On what do yon base your deuce?" "On the fact that whenever $ ft crowded atre'et-car a dozen men jump up and offer mo a * seat. "-'-New York Weekly. coftfi- lionntf 1» Hear* OT UNTIL ADOLF Molier Rsul fully recovered was it known Do more than half a do7.cn persons in the hotel that there had been another case of cholera in the house. It had been concealed for pro- dential reasons, not alone to prevent the shunning ol the Springs by visitors, but also' te> avoid unnecessary alarm, which Dr;. Toforth esteemed the strongest pro- motive cause. He scouted the idea* of he contagions nature of the disease so 1 widely prevalent, and inspired othorj, vith some of the courage and confidence he himself felt. After the truth* vas fully known as to Adolf's sickness, Vivette became u, heroine in the eyes >f her mulatto waiting maid, aud, im 'act, to others- except a few young ady visitors, who -declared that It was 'only a love- scwoe between her .and; her cousin." One day.wMle- attending the toilet of her temporary mistress, 'Liza said: De ladies say you bravo enough to miss- cholera, 'cause ou gwi-n« to be married to* ou couziii;— ymxc complexion paler seucc Mas'r- Adolf's 'tack, and make yer hu/'r still blacker. Shall I tuck up dese curl's?" Tuck up. the curls, Eliza; they hang too low. Tiui- ladies are very much, mistaken-." "Not gwine to marry Mas'r Adolf? How will that look so?" [as to the curia}. "Never in- the- world, Eliza. Put the- curltmp a little closer." I'm glad," said Eliza. "He's too. little,, and not good-lookin'; mos' ole- 'uough to be- your fader;" still fixing, the curls. "Eliza,, please do not talk of' my cousin so. He is my cousin. I ought to esteem him highly, and I do. Ihit I should have been just as willing as nurse for you, Eliza, as for him." "Missas say you mighty good lady, to have no 'ligion." "Did she, indeed? I am sorry sh* thinks so. Your mistress is a .noblewoman, Eliza." "Thank you, Miss Uivette. I bcess God she is." At this moment Mrs. Blake camo- into, the rooia. She congratulated Viwtte on the manner in which she had borne the long vigil during her cousim's illness, and handed her a letter which had arrived from Cincinnati, herself retiring so that Vivette might \mjp# the pleasure of reading it alone. (TO BE OOX'JWUKU.) tthfr Tli*y fecttlfr. Wifc^-Who can doubt the powei? oi woman's love! Think of the thousands of wild youths Who have settled down into staid and respectable citizens as soon as they married, Husband—Good lands! they couldn't afford to bo anything else after they get married—New York Weekly. The -World GaUlttK Old. Young Man (enthusiastically)—This is an age of progress. Old Man (pityingly)—Progress! Nonsense! The world is going backward, sir. Why, sir, in my vouaff days even the monthly magazines came out six weeks ahead of "time—yes, sir. York Weekly. tHBY UoafS«-f raltied*! rottgfc Jil hit- and speech, the men lit the si wanted none of his so-cleiy pity for his wifo and children kept his place beeatisfl brutestftjL,, __ , Was needed ihstead o( skill Whtl»"' other workmen sung' and whistled! ho was silent and morass. Child felt sometimes looked itito the shopf i! they naught si^ht of tiitf Satn Hod in terror. A child lost Mg-htened abd hungering' have run at sight of that scoV faco. The other day, jM6t befoffl ttpott hour, something went ^vPon^i, with one of tho inaehines irt ta8 : shop. Thoro was a crash and smash, and workmen rntt about dry-., ing out that Tom White hafl bdett - 7 killed, They thought so at first, but 0,9 they washed the blood from hi* faco and put! a coat under his head > for a pillow they life was still thore. away for a dwtor, coolly gazed at the a moment" and then A I'rnMlnff Invitation. Mrs. De Style— My dear Mias Van Note, I am so glad I mot you. Didn't know you were back, Yon must como to' my couvcrzazioue to-morrow. Miss Van Note— Koally, Mrs. De Stylo, I »«n afraid I should not be much of an acquisition^ Mrs. Do Stylo — Oh, yon do- yourself injustice. We don't want you to talk; we wantywu to play the pianoi "Say, Romeo, what yor <3oin' wid'pe n*t,.lMir e Romeo—I'm wailin' fer Mr. Daly. I won't tev read him dis Atnarikiu'pla-y o' mine-—Truth. An Uitnmwerttbla Argument. Little Ethel—I wish 1 hud a, doll. Mamma—Your old doll is u» good as ever. Little Kthel'—Welly I am>just as good as over, too, but oho-angels gave-you a new baby. Ono or the' Otlierv First Boy—1've'got two packs : of tfre* crackers left over.'from.last Ji'oni'th. Second Boy—What was the matter —raiu or hospital?' discovered that One man, rushed• while Big Sant injured 1 nmot6f put on> hie coat A S»<1 Altllotlonj Little Johnny—Tommy Bod's •wants to send himi to• college, but it won't be any use. He's- near sighted;, Aunty—He mightf wear ey6-glassed* Little Johnny—Huh! The idea of anyjone tryin.to play football' with eye-glasses on.—GoodiNcwt*- An Awkward Mlativkn. CCitimwn—If there is anything I'halc;. it's a little bit of a village w&ero the shopkeepers spend half the tiaae loafing, around outside waiting forrcustoiu- ers. li'inend!—What's the objection? "I took, a house for the summoivin'ai place hk* that, and moved there yesterdaji: I» the afternoon 1 went out for- provisions, and, seeing & man. standing; ia the door-way of a small, grocery., I twUl him 1 wouldi like • to> see his ha-uus." '•WellV"' "He wasn't the grocer. He -was-the- manager- of a traveling iniustrol show." ; J!>lkml Church, hut Swoofc feiirl—Do you enjoy talcing lae tO'ChurttUV Lovor.—Not so much as riding, with. j::0u in. a stceet car. "Gooduessl Why?" "The sexton never yells, 'Sit.eitvMsn,. please.'"" l>ld Her liest, Husband—Our bills for household expenses are us large as evea\ I told. you. to reduce them. Wife—Id,id. I took from ten .to twsn- tj dollars off each one, but the tms-dus^ men acted so about it I thought you'.d better (f«< around and reduu&> them uourself.. Vindictive. Editoc'—Here is a scientific' item which says that photographs have ! been, taken 500 feetxinder, water.- I/pint it ia a conspicuous place.- Hub-Editor—Urn—what's -the • Idea? Editor—1 am in hopes aoraa-.ot Uxose ca.iuei'a tlends will try it. Lovers at'Cmnt<rrt> jj 0 y_I hate rubbers,' don't First you? Second Boy— Oh, UdoriH.- roind.lhese TB've got on. They have holes- Too Mncli T.lk» -— Why are you • throwing tfc«6e bars of soap into ypur.pond? Mean Man— To keep;' boys from swimming in it Wanted Her- ll«f armed; — Why did you pwiy. that should stop your sister.- telling. God) Small Son—Uecause • she. promised m&she wouldn't tell, that J. took the cukes, and she did toll. Hard to PUase.- Mother—Why do you so .object to harjing your photograph taken? JUttle «on—Oh, they always pinch me- up and twist. me arotund until I g«4i mad, and then. they. Soil me to pleasant. Not Afraid.' First Boy—You're 'fraiJ'to fighi, Stoat's what Second Boy—No I aitrft; but if; I fight you, niy mothortfl lick me. "How will she find it outt, eh?" "She'll see tho doctor g.oin' to. y«nr konse."—Street & Smith's. Good.^ews. TUo and walked out doors. "That's like him—a man without tho feelings of common humanity," tho men whispered to each other' as they noticed his golni#- Down tho otroot and through th» yards came n tot of » ffin not over six years of ago with » dinner basket- iu hor hund. Every noon for tha last six months she had put? int an appearance, and a- score of tho •workmen had come to know her &» Tom White's girl. That was her father's dinner in tho basket. Strang* Vi that no one remembered that as tho' ' whistle blew she would he at the doof —that if no one, mot hor she-wouldi walk in and sob that mangled' and' , bleeding object. But one man did. wom'ombor it and that man was BlgT Sara.- Tho child approached. tO'llnd hlra smiling as no man would havo ' boliovotl he coiild smile, and 1 when' ^ he spoko- to her she looked up in surprise that so big a man should'have- such' a kind and womanish voioev "Well, little tot, that's popVain* ner, eb?" \v& said as he reached out for tho basket. "I'll hand it imto' himi myself and you can run-bacfc homo! I wi»h I had a little girl-like- yoa> to>bring my dinner." •••¥e8». &iti;. n she said as she 'stood' with a.,ll«gei > ;'in;h,or mouth andisbyly lookedi up'atMm. "Is 'tho-' manama homoP" -Yes, sir." "WoUl vow run home like a good' girl and> tell' her that your pa > te~ coming; soom Ho hurt himself a.lit- ,tlo—juste a* little, mind you—and the boss say.s-he'lli givo him the rest of the day to > a moke his pipe at home- i Do.youi understand?" ; "Yes, sir." '; '-Just hurt Ms-foot, you know, and ''maybe weUlihave to help him over. (Not much i of .a* hurt, but we'll coma 'over with, hint Tell your ma we'll' soon bo-there, and she isn't tft be-a bit worried^ Your pa is just laughingroveiviit, but we'll come over with, him;"' The child, rata away smiling, and Big Samientewid the shop with-the • i dinner-basket in his hand. Tom. J White-opened 1 >is eyes and looked^, •from, tho manito. the basket and-back and his dips quivered. -' : "Don't; worry, Tom," whispered Big Sam- "1 was-out there in timeto> catch horv and she'll tell the wife- that it's-only your foot—only atrifla ot a hurt:" And w.herv t'be- others knew what had occurred! they whispered to-« gothor: "Wo have- wronged Big Snm and. will ask forgi-venosa. ..He was more thoughtful and tender than any of us." H minute, and that Dr. Goforth's instructions were fully and accurately obeyed in all things. In the night at ten the doctor was at liis patient's bedside, and found him still vomiting and culling for water. Yivette informed him that she was confident Adolf had not retained any of the medicine. "Yes, he has, Miss, Old sledge—by which he meant calomel— in hard to dislodge. It will bring him through \t he gets over his cowardice." *'0n., doctor!" exclaimed Adolf in a. shrill voioej H J do nv\ care \vheibw J die! anjj step (bte Girls. An English journal is i-esponsible for the statement that an attempt is being made to form a ladies' whistling club in London. All candidates will have to satisfy the committee that they are fairly proficient before being elected. One or two thoroughly accomplished teachers will be engaged to give instruction in the higher branches of the art, and whistling duets, trios and glees will be made a special feature. ^ Hard to Scan. A song of praise I fain -would raise, Aud win from May a smile; But it were meet to match her feet, Aud Alexandrines now are sadly out of style. rPie-eaters will be pleased tale&rn that iii lately invented tin pie-plate, with holes in the bottom, prevents a soggy nndercvust. A wpma,n is the inventor. A- crijjkjed rini of: WW Amerlciiu Foreigner—Your young girls-are the pictures of health; but why do the married women, look so delicate-? American—Oh, they alway.& work themselves sick getting ready for the wedding Another Wise K*tl»*r. Anxious Mother—I'm so. afraid little Johnny is going to ba worldly and frivolous, lia was •wisUiag to-day that he was & prince. Father—What does, he know about princes? "He was Hooking eA one." "What swt of a pJature?" "It was, some priace or other withi a dog by his side." "I see what's tto matter. X'U g»t him a dog." Bettor tU»n Herbs, Anxious Moth«»'—There is a certain very eligible young man that 1 want my daughter to fall in love with. Do you deal in love-philters? Modern Magician—No, mailame; but I can bring the match about in another way. "Oh, thank you. What shall I do?" "Shut her wp in a boarding school for a. year, and then arrange yow plans 60 that this youth shall be too she meets alley nb,eg«t»wt," Yoi-1* Weak)}'. , • ( She- I'rofltfid by It. "I read aa article in a paper oa. how to- keop- servant girls a Sow days- ago." she said, "and I decided to>. proflit by it. It gave long directions as to. tho way u. girl's room should befitted up to make it pleasant for her, and I devoted two days to fixing- tho roam just the way it described*" "Then wliWkt.did you doP" "Then I decided to occupy the no>om myself. It was the prettiesji and most expensively furnished, in, :S,he house.'* Truth. Adverbially Com para Uve. Jaiipai-—Women who stre divinely talll are usuaUjr vain of tjbeir beaut,y ami spend a lo.1v of money on clothes. J.ampuppe—Yes, the-lt keep thah 1 husbands preJanity shout, Soft. Simp for tlin Officials. Although the population, of the, Hawaiian islands is less than and the total revenues ot the montonJy about $8,000,000, tfia justice is paid a salary larger by$l,i» t 500 than Is the chief justico of the, United States. Bach, of the cabinet officers receive $1,003 a yoar roor^ than do our cabinet officers, and the' other-officials are so. liberally paid that the salary list eats up, abq«4 half of the entire Si of Primus—Your theopy about moral suasion wihi children. i& pretty enowgb, but have jiou ever kswwn it to work? Secundus.—Why, yes? I've never had to strike » child of naine save ia self- defense. "Was, tlie speaWir guarded io hia utterances?" "Yes; there wen* police officers, all through the audience." Itegy—Anytbin-" unusual happen white I was. out, James? His Man Jasaes— Yes, sir: your tailor didn'v caSl. As the "up express" da&lies through the station; "Oh, Mr. l»opter, doesu't train stop here?" "No, mmn; it joi hesitate-," the beginning of davknes^ ev$ry yo- wusij .have ft lighted tasters- fraud pf nim NOW, ' "•Well," said Fauraer Corntassel, **j afraid our bo/ Josh, ftgoin' tei- arnoHBt te? njiuc I've got mighty good roa^on tei' proud of 'irn now." "Wha,t'a he done! 1 " asijed, . Corntossel, "Keen rejected from, the $»vy b^* cause he read the newspaper, &•" Grateful Cnstom&jN—I ftia see you keep youi 1 ha^d* 0.3 >yeU your raaor sopupvv]iOusj,jf neat clean. Tonsoi'ial Arttat—Yea, sip, to. 4 he's io or oustnnjaiv

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