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Show supply 'era all, whatever it costs. I'd liko to know whar we'd be ef w hadn't got our full share of it. Give the kids a ehaneet." It is a pleasure to announce that Cnelo Silas' remarks were received with applause and that the "kids" got quite as much education as most of them could stud. Harper's Magazine A Live School Commlaaloncr. Uncle Silas Brown is very much gratified over his election to the office of school commissioner in the town of S . , ne asserted that when he as-sumed the duties of his position he in-tended to go into it for all it was worth to mnke his influonce felt So no one was surprised at the first meeting of the new board to find him in a pugna-cious mood. "I've hoern lots o' complaints about the lack of eddication about these parts," he said, rising to his feet "Now there ain't no excuse for this here state of affairs. There's plenty of eddication in the world. More'n enough to go round, and our kids have got tor have it. So I move, Mr. Chair-man, that this committee find out jest how many boys 'n' gals there are in town, V then get enough eddication to KISMET. Never were kinea bo tweet at her, Never were word eo tender. Never were eyes k full of light, Fever a waist bo slender, Never again will ber lips meet mine), Forever we two are parted ; Oh, how I miss her my love! At I tit here, broken-hearte- d I Only a trifle wrought my woe, Only a fate malicious. Only a thoughtless word or two, Only an answer vicious, Only a sulphurous little scene When we both turned green and yellow And now, by jingo, she's been and gone And married another fellow I Somerville Journal. "What lottery?" You know very well," he cried, impatiently. "The one you bought with my twenty-so- u piece, that I gave" you!" The bride began to laugh stupidly. "Ah, the twenty sous? Listen, Master." "One seldom wins in those lotteries. It was very cold last winter, very cold." "Well, well?" Interrogated Landry, who begun to grow very yellow. "Oh, indeed," she concluded, "1 did not buy the ticket With the money I bought me some good fur-line- d 8lipier8, which I was sure would do me good, Yes, indeed." Farmer Landry was almost consoled for his forced prodigality, when one morning, in the barber shop, where he went from time to time to read gratis the Gazette, a terrible emotion shook him. He read the result of the lot tery drawing, and at the head these words, like lines of fire flashed before the daz-zled spectacles of the good man: "The number thirty-fou- r has won the groat prize of 100,000 francs. The old gentleman gave such a sudden cry that the startled barber, in turning towards him, almost clipped a corner from the ear of the schoolmaster, whom he was shaving. "What's the matter," Father Lan-dry," he asked. "Oh, nothing, nothing," answered the farmer, who quickly recovered his calmness. Rearranging his spectacles, he read again slowly, spelling each syllable to "make assurance doubly sure." There was no mistake; the number 84, Brigitte's ticket, had won. He dropped the journal and started off in great agitation towards his house. Brigitte had prepared her master's frugal breakfast of nuts and cheese. He placed himself at the table, but he could not eat, for his emotion seemed to clinch his throat and prevent him from swallowing. What is the matter. Master?" anx-iously asked Brigitte. "Nothing at all." "You are not ill?" "No, I tell you," he answered an-grily. During several days he secretly ob-served the poor woman. Did she know that she had won 100,000 francs? No indeed! Entirely ignorant thut she was the object of such close scrutiny, she performed her daily tasks with her usual good humor, while her master was in a fever of unrest. One day ho dared to ask her, tremb-ling while doing so: "Is there anv news, my good girl?" "Nothing, Master, except that one of the hens has the pip." Very good! She knew nothing about her good fortune. As for announcing it to her that was entirely too much for his nature and long life hublt. It seemed to him monstrous that another should profit by this marvellous wind-fall of a hundred thousand francs, pro-duced by his piece of twenty sous his own bright, silver bit! Time was lengthened from days to weeks. A no-tice In the journal (he really bought a copy of the one containing tho an-nouncement) formally stated that after a delay of three months the unclaimed prizes would be employed for a new capital. The poor man had no more appe-tite for eating or drinking, or power to sleep; he was dying of uneasiness. Twenty times he was on the point of speaking of the ticket to Brigitte; and twenty times he bit the tip of his toncue. One word only might put his BRIGITTE'S FORTUNE. Short thin, dry and wrinkled as an apple that lay withered during a long winter, such was the good man, Farmer Landry. Indeed, he was one of those close-fiste- d old peasants of whom it is graphically said that they can shave something from an egg shell. Since the death of his wife he had retired from agriculture and lived alone in a little houso at the end of the vil-lage. And yet, not entirely alone. fo? he had with him his old servant Brigitte. But the poor woman counted for so lit-tle in the household, a little above the dog, but not so much as the donkey, that eoct a hundred and twenty francs. She entered his family nt the age of twelve to guard the cows, and had been there ever since. She knew no other family life than this one, and the ex-ceeding parsimony of the master seemed to ber entirely natural. She was now . a tall, hale woman of fifty, red-face-square- shouldere- d, with feet and hands that might have been the pride of a pugilistic trainer. While exacting very little in the way of compensation, she drudged like a pack horse; for indeed, she could not do otherwise in Farmer Landry's house. Besides in her sim-ple mind existed a canine attachment and real admiration for her master, who was not ashamed to take advant-age of her good nature. Of course in the service of this miser Brf itte had not earned a fortune. But the honest creature was amply satisfied when the old peasant in a patronizing tone praised her zeal: "What a good simple creature you are, Brigitte, are you not? Then the good woman's mouth would open into a loud laugh. "He! he! he! muster! You have always your little manner of joking; he! he! heP One day while Farmer Landry was himself replastering his garden wall, so as not to pay the mason, he made a talse step and fell into the pool just over the point where the deepest hole was. He splashed wildly about for a few moments, calling vainly for help with all tho power of his lungs. At last worn out by his efforts, he was about to sink from sight, when Brigitte at last heard him. The devoted creat-ure courageously jumped into the water, nt the risk of drowning herself. She succeeded in pulling him to the bank; he was entirely unconscious, but she raised him in her strong arms, as she would a child, put him to bed, and with rubbing and remedies recalled him to life. On seeing him open his eyes, the good Brigitte shed tears of joy-- "Ah, good master, how glad I am that you are not drowned and buried in thut hole!" The old peasant was glad of it, too, although he had one lively regret the toss of his trowel, which fell into the water at the same time with himself. However, he had the decency not to ixpress the wish that Brigitte should ;eturn and jump in after that also, jideed, in the first impulse of grat-itude, he said to his servant with a (Ouch of emotion: "It is you who pulled me out of the iole; I shall never forget it, my good ,'irl, you may be assured of that. I lm going to make you a present." ' 'Oh, master, indeed there is no need f that!" ' 'But I tell you I will give you flome-ihin- g; don't doubt it!" And really, the same evening, after thousand hesitations, he drew forth lis long leather purse and called Jrigitte to him. While making a rimace like one having a tooth drawn, He selected a silver piece of twenty ;ents. servant In the way to learn her good fortune. One morning, after an unusually sleepless night passed in turning and returning in his bed, he arose with a smile on his thin lips. He had found a key to the problem. He commenced by ordering Brigitte to kill the plumpest chicken and to cook it in the oven with a good piece of pork. In the meanwhile, he brought from the cellar, where It was hid behind the fagots, a bottle of old wine. And finally he gave his servant money to buy coffee, sugar and brandy. Brigitte asked herself if her master had gone mad? "Surely some demon has taken pos-session of his mind!" she thought with a thrill of fear. It seemed a fearful increase of the malady when tHe old gentleman, after having ordered her to lay the table for two, asked her to take her place as his vis-a-vi- s. "Oh, Master, I should never, never dare to do that!" "Sit down there, I tell you, you fool-ish woman!" Brigitte had heard that one raiiBt not oppose the wishes of maniacs. So, without answering, she seated herself in great embarrassment on the edge of the chair. "Come, eat and drink, Brigitte, my girl," he said, filling her plate gener-ously. However, this was not the last sur-prise for Brigitte. When the coffee was served the old gentleman suddenly said: Here, Brigitte, is your present It .hall not be counted in your wages, ou know. Oh, no, this is extra out-jld-e of your wages. Do not bo ex-travagant with it; that would be a sin. For the service rendered it was not unbridled generosity on the part of the giver, and the former had some dim intimation of the fact, for he added (as if to enhance its value) : It is just the price of a lottery ticket-- Buy one, my girl, and you may win twenty thousand dollars." ' It was the first time in his life that the poor man allowed himself to be so liberal, so the thought of it haunted Mm for a long time; he constantly wondered about the fate of his bright silver piece. He often asked the ' servant if she had yet bought her lottery ticket. "Not yet, Master," was hor unvary-ing answer. But at length she decided to end this constant questioning by pacifying him. So one day she replied: "Yes, Master, I have bought one." "Indeed! What number?" "Oh, the number is 34." "Very good!" said her master, re-peating the number to impress it on his mind. "Be careful not to lose it!" "Never fear, master." "Because if you do fear sometime to lose it" The habits of daily life in the little household, disturbed by these events, eoon settled into their regular course; eating sparely, very temperate drink-ing, few hours for sleeping and many for work. "You see, my good Brigitte, this means that I am going to get married!" "Indeed, master, it is not yet too late; if you are old, you are still hale and well," answered the simple servant approvingly. "Since that is your view, if you like, we will marry each other. After the roast chicken and pork, the coffee and wine, Brigitte expected to hear almost any strange thing on the part of her master. But that! Oh, not that! "You are joking mo,' master!" "Not at all," answered the old peas-ant He explained that he was grow-ing old, was without children or family, and did not wish to die alone like a dog. Besides, he was grateful! He could not forget that Brigitte had saved his life his faithful Brigitte. One must not be forgetful of such a service. Finally, tho worthy woman, whose head was turned by this stroke of good fortune, believed in his sincerity. She, a humble servant, marry her master? Think of it! It was, indeed, some-thing to turn one's brain. The bans were published, and the marriage followed. The couple were greeted at the church by the good-natur-smiles of the whole village. After the ceremony the new husband hurriedly conducted his wife home. Having crossed the threshold, he hastily demanded in a joyful voice, while energetically nibbing his hands. "Brigitte, my girl, where have you put your ticket?" "What ticket?" "Your lottery ticket, No. 34?" A FAKADISE FOR GIRLS. A FEW POINTERS BY A TRAVEL-ING ROMANCER. tracing Climate and an embracing population North Dakota It tb I'romlne l aud A l'lar of Klrala. Few people in the older settled parts of the country huvo little or no idea what a scarce article young ladies are up in the Dakota, said a traveling man In Chicago, as he watched the fair one tripping along the street in front of his hotel office windows. Why, any one of these shoo eirls. workimr hrw for few dollars a week, can go up in-to that country and have tho choice of all the men there. An attractive young lady in that part of the country is something to pause and gaze at, and s'ayj does not stay single long for the want of proposals. I represent a Chi-cago hardware house and include North Dakota in my territory, and do you know that in only about one town out of every ten do I catch a glimpse of a pretty young lady's face. All are school girls or married women. I don't imagine why the old maids do not go there and capture men. Hotelkeep-er- s up there tell mo they have lots of trouble in keeping a supply of dining-roo- m girls. As fast as they import them from the east, the men out there tell them that they ought not to be working by the week, but should pre-side over homos of their own. That settles it. Away go tho girls and a new lot has to be imported. I cannot vouch for the truthf ulness of it, but it is said that one hotelkeeper displays the following notice in the dining-roo- "Uuests are warned not to talk of love to the waiter girls. Any one convicted of making a proposal of marriage to them will be promptly shot. Business is busi-ness. Many of the country hotels have quit trying to keep waiter girls, and employ crude men, with big, red, hairy hands, to paw ovor your proven-do- r. I won't forget an incident that happened at the little town of I) , on the Northern Pacific I used to Sun-day there, and so did another young traveling man representing a St. Paul house. A pretty young lady lived in the town, and wo both had met her at a Saturday night danco somo weeks before. It happened thut my friend and I reached the town about the same hour one Sunday afternoon. Y e soon had on our best clothes, and, as it lacked only a little over an hour of church time, I stole away from my friend to ask the fair one for her com-pany for tho evening. I had boon in her presence but a few moments when there was a rap at the door and she admitted my friend. The glances we bestowed upon each other meant more to us than they did to her. Each one of us plainly read tho Other's thoughts. There wa to ha, no surrender on either side. Our forces were evenly matched and strata-gem would have to be resorted to if either achieved the victory. After the time usually allotted to making a social call had elapsed I saw that the situa-tion was growing embarrassing and sug-gested to my friend that we should be going. By the time we got back to the hotel it was getting dark and, feigning weariness, I left my friend sitting out-side and went in as though on the way to my room. But t did not go to my room. I stole out of the rear door and in a circuitous roundabout way hastened toward the young lady's home, hoping to reach there before she had gone to church and yet carry out my original plan. Just at the gate I met a man face to face. Jt was my friend. We each spoke some low, indistinct words and then laughed at the situation. I then proposed that we flip a coin to see who should have the field. He won. Just then the door opened and the young lady accompanied by a big bronzed native started on the way to church. We gave up the notion of going to church and went straight to bed. WASHINGTON'S CHOST. How Calhoun was Warned by a Thrilling but Futile Iream. The most remarkable dream I have ever heard of was that which was said to have been related by John C. Cal-houn to Bob Toombs and others at just about the time when he was preaching" nullification and secession in South Carolina, writes Amos Cummings the New York congressman. Calhoun told the story, it was said, at a breakfast party. He was olwterved to lie continu-ally brushing his right hand in a nerv-ous way, when Mr. Toombs asked: "What is the mutter with your hand, senator? Does it pain you?" Mr. Calhoun put his hand under the table. An annoyed frown camo over his face, and he then jorked it quickly out again, saying: "There's nothing the matter with my hand only I had a pecular a last night which makes mo see an indelible black spot like an ink blotch on the back of it. I know it Is an optical illusion, but I can't help seeing it." Senator Calhoun did not continue, and Bob Toombs asked: "Hut what was your dream like, senator? I am not superstitious, but think there Is sometimes a grout deal of truth in dreams." Calhoun turned a fihado paler and then said: "I don't object to telling you. It was. it seems to mo, absurd in the extreme. I dreamed that I was in my room writing and that I hud given orders that no one should dis-turb me. While I was in the busiest part of my work the door opened and a visitor entered. He did not speak a word and to my surprise and indigna-tion he calmly took a seat oil the other side of the table opposite mo. As I looked at him ovor the top of my lamp I saw that ho was wrapped In a thin cloak which effectually concealed his features. 1 started to speak, when he broke in in solemn tones with: " "What are you writing, sonator from South Carolina?' "Strango to say, the question did not seem impertinent to me, and I replied: I am writing a plan for tho dissolution of the American Union.' "As I said this the man wont on: 'Senator from South Carolina, will you let me look at your right hnnd?' I started to hold out my hand. The figure arose, the clonk fell, and I bo-- 1 hold his face. Gentlemen, that face struck me like a thunderclap. It was) ' the face of a dead man, and the feat-- .u..r..e..a. - 1 . trUJV,l wi-i- ujuno ui uviiuiul if ctnuuig - ton. He was dressed in revolutionary costume and" Here Mr. Calhoun paused, and Bob Toombs, who was very much excited, asked: "Well, what did he say?" Mr. Calhoun replied: "I tried to keep back my hand, but I could not do it; I rose to my feet and oxtendoi it to him. He grasped It and held It net r the light, and after looking at it for a moment he said: "And, sonator from South Carolina, would you with this right hand sign your name to a paper dissolving the union?" Yes.' I replied; "if noedsbelwlll sign such a declaration.' "Well, gentlemen, at that moment a black blotch appeared on the back of my hand, and it frightened me, and I said to tho ghost: 'What is that?' That,' replied he, dropping my hand, "Is the mark by which Benedict Arnold is known in the next world.' And with that he drew from beneath his cloak a skeleton, and laid it upon the table. There,' said he, "are tho bones of Isaac Hayno, who was hanged at Charleston. He gave up his life in order to establish the union. When you put your name to a declaration of dissolution you may as well have the bones of Isaac Hayne before you. He was a south Carolinian, and so are you.' But there was no blotch on his right hand.' With these words the ghost left the room and I awoke. I found myself Bitting at my table, but the dream was so vivid that I can still see the blotch on my right hand." A STRANCE DISCOVERY. Intelligent I'ets Have lleen Made ol Coral Animals. "I know thut coral animals can be tamed, for I have had considerable experience with them," says George Bancroft of Tallahassee. Mr. Bancroft has spent several years of his life among the coral reefs off the coast of Florida and Key West, and has made a study of the work of the little coral animal. The traveler has a fine collection of coral with him, and about each piece has something inter-esting to relate. "1 believe I am the first person, however, who ever tamed the polyps," continued Mr. Bancroft as he took a fine specimen from his pocket. "That piece I found on a reef in Florida, and as I was anxious to notice how fast the coral grows I placed it in the water where I could visit it every week and note tho change. I had no idea tho coral animal would become used to my coming, but one day after about the tenth visit I noticed the polyps darting into their cells. After several more visits somo of tho little follows became so bold as to remain on the outside, and finally they became so well ac-quainted with mo they would remain in sight. I have stood by the side of that specimen for hours examining the thousands of ani-mals on it. "Scientific men claim that tho coral grows slowly, not more than an inch in 100 years, but I have proved that the scientific people don't know what they are talking about, for tho piece con-taining my coral pets in six months grew at least an inch. It is rather hard to describe how theanimul works. The little fellow is a more sack con-taining a stomach. It is a compound animal and increases by gemmation, young polyps springing from the ori-ginal polyp, sometimes indifferently from any part of its surface. The upper surface is deckod out with tenta-cles, and the body is separated by a number of partitions that extend from the stomach to the outer skin. Be-tween these walls of flesh the carbonate of lime is deposited, and in that way the coral grows." Mr. Bancroft has many specimens of coral with him. Ono kind he calls the pepper coral. When touched with tho tongue it will cause tears to run from the eyes of the owner of the tongue. It is worse than red pepper. The coral, tho traveler says, is not Bought for as it was years ago. 'Coral ornaments are not sought for at present " said Mr. Bancroft, "and until there is a craze for them tlietrafle, will not be extensive.". REDPATH AND DAVIS. The Intimacy Ilatween the Abolitionist! and the Confederate Leader. The career of Mr. Red path was re-markable for its vicssitudMS, says th Boston Herald. Though not an old man at his death, he had been through stranger and more marked extremes of fortune and experience than most men of his generation. His connec-tion with tho underground railroad in Kansas twenty-fiv- e years ago, and his relations with John Brown, are well known. They represent one phase of his life, but it was appointed for him to have an experience with the leader of tho cause in which his position was absolutely unique. Nothing he ever did was so unexpected as his intimacy with Jefferson Davis two or three years before his death. While con-nected with the North American Review it becamo necessary for him to meet Mr. Davis in his own homo. Two men more unlike could not hawe been se-lected for companionship, but there grew up such a friendship between them that Mr. Rod path became the assistant and adviser of Mr. Davis in preparation of his political memoirs, and was in the closest literary and personal relations with the chief until his death, still assist-ing Mrs. Davis after thut event in the preparation and final publication of the biography of her husband. Ho made his mark as a friend of the Irish as well as of the negro, but his affiliation with Mr. Davis was the strangest of all strango experiences through which he passed. The most radical man nt the north and the most radical man In the south mot together, and were closeted for weeks in the same room, while going over events in which each had been in conviction at the furthest remove from the other, and during all this companionship thoy lived in entire harmony, and never abused the courtesies of friendship. If Mr. Redpath's life-stor- y could be fully written out it would be the record of as thrilling romances as were ever record-ed in a work of fiction. Ho was in every respect a unique and exceptiona1 man. WELL-BAKE- D BREAD. Lubvw That Have Been for Seventeen Centuries In an Oven. In the exhumation of Pompeii one house was discovered which was evi-dently in a state of repair when the volcanlo storm buried it. Painters, decorators and cleaners were masters of the situation. The household gods were all in disorder, and the family, if not out of town, must have been under-going that condition of misery which spring cleanings and other like in-flictions surely entail. Painters' pots and brushes and workmen's tools were seattered all over the house. Tell-tal- e Bpots of whitewash starred the wall and floor. S,uch Domestic implement as pots and kettles had been bundled up in a corner all by themselves, and the cook was non est. Dinner, however, bad not been for-gotten. A solitary pot stood simmer-ing; if it ever did simmer, on the stdve. There was a bronze dish in waiting before the oven, and on the dish a sucking-pi- g, all ready to be baked, but the oven was already en-gaged with its full complement of bread. So the pig had to wait, and it never entered the oven, and the loaves were never taken out till after the lapse of 1,700 years. They had been baking since August 24, A. D. '79. There were thenty-on- e of them rather crusty, of course, and rather dark colored, but perfectly preserved. "Svll Ifctree." "My te.i' dis evenin'," said a colored preacher In a Texas tabernacle, "am from Jeremiah or Kezlah, I disremem-be- r which; but anyhow, hit says, 'Be-ware ob evil-dore- Now what does de 'spired writer moan by evil-dor- e? What am an evil-dor- Why, an evil dore am de side dore what leads into de saloon on Sunday, when de front dore am locked an' de bllnes pulled down. Dat's what an evil dore is, an' dat's what de Samist declar's you must beware ob. It is de evil dore wot no policeman kin see, but dore's One above wot does see hit, and He's keopln' tally, you may be shore, ob all who enters derein. De evil dore opens to let in a sober man airly in de mornin', but when he comes out he brings a smell of whisky wid 'ira strong enough to knock down a meetin' house. A man may be tol'bly decent when he enters, but when de evil dore opens to let him out he is fit for treason, strategems and bolls, and dere is no health in 'im. "He will break do dishes and his wife's heart, and after runnln' de chilern out, run do house to suit his-so'- f. "Strange dat do 'thoritles don' fasten up de evil dores what leads to destruction, but dey won't, cause dere's too many ob dem what likes to slip into de side dore and get a nip dem-selv- es ob a Sunday mornin'. But, my b'loved bredderen, de evil dores won't hurt ye if you obey de tex' and beware ob dem." j Eaklmo Storf Telling. It loss exciting, Eskimo story telling is really almost as common for an evening's diversion as gambling. The Eskimo traditions are told over and over again. Every one knows them word for word, and should the relator omit or add a single syllable he would be cor-rected Instanly by some one in the aud-ience. There is nothing like these re-citals in America, except in the work, 80 called, of certain secret societies, where precisely the same care in re-petition is exercised. The relator of the story sits at one side of the room, and, covering his head, turns his face toward the wall away from tho audi-ence before he begins. There is no applause during the recital nor when he is finished. There are traditions that relate to the early Norse sottlerj of Greenland, to the origin of the seal and others valuable animals, to tha red Indians of North America, besides many stories of love and valor that seem to have no great value to ethnol-ogists, though very interesting as specimens of what may be called the literature of a peculiar people. A Quandary. "Was that man drunk when you saw him?" asked Justice Clark of a cautious witness, concerning the pris-oner at the bar. "Well, I wouldn't swear to that, your honor," was the reply, "but he seemed to be in a quandary." "A quandary? What was his quan-dary?" the justice inquired. "Well, sir, he was standing in a mud-hol- e, holding to a post, and wanting to go home. He knew that if he let go he'd fall in the mud, and if he didn't go home he'd catch cold; but he was still undecided when I left, and that was about two o'clock in the morning." Justice Clark fined the accused, and then his wlfo came in and found him, and paid the bill. She seemed to be a very business like woman, and had an air about her that gave the Ho to the testimony about accused wanting to go home. Fairhaven Herald. Accent of Beatify. There are comparatively harmless ways of accentuating natural beauty, says Shirley Dare. For instance, per-fumes may be indulged in by every-body for their stimulating and refresh-ing properties especially lavender, lemon, roses, violets, sage and benzoin. Thick lips can be reduced by rubbing with tannin. Pale lips can be induced to show color by friction with dark grapes. Lemon, orange and cucum-ber peels are excellent for the com-plexion. Let them soak In water, for they not only soften, but tonify and freshen the complexion, keeping the flesh healthy and firm. When wiping the face always wipe upward, for this saves many a wrinkle and fullness un-der the chin. The eyes should always be wiped toward the nose, as it presses out the fine lines from the corners. A Circa! Financier. Mabel Well, I have concluded tc marry Mr. Tlghtfist. Mildred Why, I thought you hated him. Oh I do, but he is bound to be very rich some day. He has such a grasp of finance. What gives you that impression? Why, he invited me to go to church last night, and coming homo we took a car, though ho wanted to walk both ways. Well, when tho conductor came around he said: "How unfortunate! I find I have nothing smaller than a dol-la- r bill. Have you any change?" So I paid the fares. Boston Courier. Ita Charm Departed. Dollie Chatterby Such a stupid tima as we had at the sewing society this afternoon. All the girls were mum as mice hardly a word spoken the whole blessed time. Mrs. Chatterby Is it possible? What's the matter? Dolllo Well, you see most of the girls have joined the King's Daughters. They have a motto, you know, "Never spoak ill of anybody." or something of that sort. It's too ridiculous. Boston Talisman. A Gentle AiMWer. A man who was old enough to know better brought up the subject of her bad bread one day when his wife was mixing the sponge. He was angry and wanted to pick a fight She didn't say a word but slapped htm right over the mouth with the dough. He turned and fled. The incident is a further proof that a soft answer turns away wrath. The Shamrock. The Shamrock, Ireland's emblem, is a trefoil, or three-leafe- d grass, much resembling our white clover. Accord-ing to tradition, when St. Patrick landed near Wicklow, in 433, the pagan inhabitants were on the point of ston-ing him to death; but, having obtained a hearing, he endeavored to explain to them the Trinity in Uniy, but they could not understand it. At last he stooped and plucked a trefoil (Sham-rock), and said, "Is it not as possible for the Father, Son and Holy Ghost to be one, as it is for these three leaves to grow upon a single stalk?" The Irish were convinced, and the Sham-rock was adopted as tho national em-blem. A Sort of I'arliiproliip. When you hear a man claim that he fs but a humble instrument in the hands of the Lord, you may feel sure that ha is not trying to emphasize his own hu-mility so much as he is the fact that the Lord has seen fit to use him. , Making Preparation. "Did you see Grecnun while out west?" "Only once, and then he was ar-ranging for a funera.1. He had just called a tipsy cow-bo- y a liar." |