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Show tall woman slipped from behind tha bush s sad stood before her in the . HOLMES. , OLIVER W path, barring her progress. She was dres-e- ii in white, and her long yellow hair hung over her shoulders far betier han.ts arc cold : her face is white; No more her im.st-- collie and 0; low luff" waist; she hal a t-- - itiful sad tier eye are shut to life and lurtit ; face, and great blue eyes, which lookthe lljrhl vesture, snow on snow. ed anxiously into Tessas startled face. And lay her where the lolels bluw. Khs sTrpp-- d forward and laid her hand But not beneath a craven stone, To plead for tears ith alien eyes; upon the girl's arm with a firm j A slender cress of alone touch. gentle Khali sav that there a maiden lies T am so glad you have come, my la peace beneath the eaeeful skies It is so dull being here alone! dear! And frray old trees in hu chest limb absent clear Khali wheel their eirelmc shadows round she said, in a curiously And now you will help mo to voice. To make the scorching sunlight iUm That tlriuks the green iuhs from the ground look for it will you not? And drop their dead leaves cu the uunnul. Look for it? What hae you lost? When oer their boughs the squirrels run. Tes-- a faltered. And through their leave the robms call, Something in the stranger's voiee And, ripening iu the autumn sun, and manner stru k her us old and un'like acorus and the chestnuts full. Doubt not that she will need them all. usual, and her heart bent quiekly as she askel the question ITor her the morning choir shall sing Its matins from the branches high, Ah, I can't remember! I have tried And every minstrel voice of sprinc and tried, but I can't remember what That thrills beneath the April say it is! she said, passing her band Khali greet her with its earliest cry. her forehead wilh a weary across round dial their track. When, turninc lint I think it must be here Last ward the lenctheninc shadows pass. sigli. little mourners, clad iu black. Ilir somewhere; and now you have come The crickets, slidmc throuch the crass. Come I dare say we shall had it. Shall ptjst for her an eveniuc mass. firm clasp tightened round and the At last tha rootlets of the trees will show you where Tessas arm Shall tind the prison where sho lies, I think it is. And bear the buried dust they seize la leaves and blossoms to the skies Dragging' the girl after her w ith a So may the soul that warms it nso. gentle but irresistible force, shet indlier blood, tt any, born o c"vVhat walked quickly down the narrow-paShould ask, maiden lies below f h. A bud. tender Sayonly this: less a whs too much startled to make That triisl to bh snn in the snow, she allowed Lies withered where the violets blow' any resisinnee. herself to be hurried along behind the trees by her strange companion until they stood on tho bank of the fishpond. VI. It was shut in on all sides by a thick which looked dark Miss Cardine was eminent!; a young belt of now against the sunset sombre and to but she confessed of resourse; Indy in deep shadHalf the water herself, as she stood before the lass sky. the other half waslay dyed blood red thoughtfully brushing out lie.- - lone ow; the setting sun; the hats were hair, that the promise, or rather the by from the wood and overhead, whirling of means fulfilling i', lay heavily on an owl's melancholy note sounded now Visions of detectives and her minil. Scotland Yard rose up before her; but und then. It was a strange and weird hour and with as she had not tho remotest idea in place to bo in at that and Tessa felt such a companion, what part of London Scotland Yard was situated or who were the proper frightened and nervous. 'ihe woman, without relaxing her authorith-- s to consult, these visions tight hold, pointed with tho other hand were dismissed as useless. As sho proceeded thoughtfully with to tho water. must ho there, sho said, her toilette, a brilliant idea Hushed in aT think it but determined voice gentle across her mind. Mrs. Cullender had water-lilietho down you among actors Mid that Noel Cleveland knew us jump in and know. Come let and actresses and all kinds of dislook for it! reputable people; surely he might he The firm clasp tightened on Tessas numerous his acquaintable, among with a wild terror sho felt that arm; ances, to obtain some nows of Antony; being drawu nearer to tho and he was always so kind and pleas- she wag edge of the water, and with the resoluant that Tessa felt certain he would tion of despair she forced a smile to help hor to tho utmost extent of his her lips. power. I dont think so; it is much more Much relieved, Bhe finished dressing to lo somewhere in tho Priory, down-stairlikely a She was little ran and said. sho late, and tho others wero already in In tho Priory?" Tho other shook ho dining room. On the tablo beside her head. Oh, no I have looked Tessa's plate, a bunch of roses In every room but ream, white und deep crimson was all over for it! Moels study; and I dare not go there n lying. Tessa gave a delighted he does not like his papers and as she caught up and buried her faeo among tho fragrant books to he touched. Perhaps you do I am not kuow uiy name, my dear? bio tutu ms. Oh, Mr. Bovnn, how awfully good Mrs. Noel Cleveland, and I live at tho of you! she cried. Priory." Sho drew up her head with I came there You must not think so Austen a little proud smile. wmilod at tho girls animated face; oh, a long time ago! with my husband and my babv your friend Noel Cleveland sent The smile faded, and was suddenly them, lie is going from homo toby a look of terrible passionreplaced not as he had to time and, morrow; ate despair; sho clasped her hands T instead of a ho 1. theso sent call, across her eyes, and burst into wild X' card." sobbing. Tessa home?" from and doing Oh, I remember now it was my looked unfoignedly disappointed and baby! They took it away from me, Will he be away long? dismayed. and I have never seen it since, she ho went on, after a little pause. cried passionately. A month or two. hy, Tessa, At that moment to Tessas intense ! look Austen quite you relief, amid tho wild sobbing camo tho ea.d with a surprised amused laugh. Tessa colored. Tho disappointment sound of footsteps, and in another inwas indeed great; sho had rolled con- stant Noel Cleveland appeared. IIo did not notice Tessa just at first. fidently on N ool Cleveland's advieo and assistance, and now the news that Gently, but decisively he put his hand wife's arm, and stroked the it would probably be months before within his soothed hor as he she saw him again came liko a sudden golden head blow. Sho was conscious that her might have soothed a crying child. Why, what are you doing here, ifaoe betrnyed too clearly her Come and vexation that Austen my dear? ho askel gently. was looking at her with a surprised, homo or you will catch cold and bo ill end Mrs. Callender with a suspicious again. Mrs. Cleveland clung to him piteface, and, with an effort, she forced a ously. smile and carelifs unswer. Oh, Noel, 1 cant find it! Where Yes, I am sorry; he is so amushave you put my baby? she moaned. said sho lightly. ing, She" pointing at Tessa says it -And I think it is quite time ho must be in tho Priory. Is it? went," Mrs. Callender said with a Perhaps so. Como wo will look look. for dear." it, Tessa Hushed angrily a biting reask hor toeomo I liko her, tort rose to her lips; and Austen, see- Mrs.Then Cleveland said, pointing at Tessa. hastiwas storm a that imminent, ing Tor tho first time Noof glanced at ly changed tho subject. his faeo flushed, and ho looked Tessa; Dinner hud been served oarlier than usual that evening. There was a po- surprised and annoyed. Miss Cardine will you gratify this litical meeting at Bennington to which both Austen and his sister were going: poor girl's fancy?' he said, after a Tessa who had declined to accom- pause, and in an odd humiliated tone. And Tessa, feeling too sorry and sad pany them had forgotten all about the meeting, and was delighted and tcNnnswor, bent her head silently uml believed when Austen, glancing at his followed thorn to the house. Sho noticed that Mr. Cleveland, as 'irate li, inquired at what time tho carho approached tho house, turned aside riage lmd been ordered. It was very rarely that sho had an from tho principal drive and led tho evening to herself; and sho deter-miue- d way up a narrow path behind the to make tho best use of her un-- i thick hedge to a side door, which usual opportunity, and endeavor toseo opened into a quaint square garden. .Mr. Cleveland, lie had told her oneo Entering tho house, he opened the fUiat he almost invariably smoked his door of a small room which looked after-dinne- r like a study, and requested Tessa to cigar in the park adjoining his house. Once or twice Tessa wait there for an instant while he took bad seen him sauntering up and down his wife to her own apartment. the avenue as she rode past with Tessa, standing in the study, heard tho sound of heavy doors closing one Austen. There was just a chanee that ho after another heard the low sobbing might be there this evening; at all become fainter and fainter till it died events, Tessa decided that sho would away altogether in ihe distanee. ller heart grew full of pity and try it if fate w ould bo propitious. Tes--sa It was pa-- t eight o'clock before sympathy as she stood by the window, reached the ITiory ga'es. The twi- - looking drearily out into the garden, (light was already gathering among the and thought of the terrible trouble trees in tho avenue, and there was which w as part of and overshadowed .a stillness which was almost oppres- her friend's life. sive over everything; the whole place It wts quite ten minutes be 'ore Mr. dooked asleep, Tessa thought even Cleveland icturned: and then Tessa's the deer scarcely troubled to raiso quick eyes noticed that his face looked ilheir heads as she passed. old and haggard, like the face of one IVith her heart beating a little ner- who was suffering from severo mental vously sho hurried up the path, look- strain that the bright mocking light ing anxiously from side to side; but no had quite died out of his eyes, and left und hopeless look. Arai-either of Mr. Cleveland or his Suddenly, Ho camo quietly neross the room to cigp.r gladdened her eyes. however, as she passed a narrow her side, and, ai she glanced shy y winding path which led behind some into his face, put his hand gen ly upon a her shoulder .thick hushes towards the WITH THE VIOLETS. s w.-o- la-sive- lv TESSA. (II-UTE- s, s. exela-Coatio- lieurt-broken- disap-pointme- nt so-ve- re fish-pon- Poor child, were veil .very murk he said, alarmed? I am so sorry! looking down at her with his kind weary eyes. Tessa colored vividly. Fervently sh longed to give utterance to some of the grief and pity which filled her! heart, but the words failed her. Has she been I am oh, so sorry! like this long? she faltered. She was Since her baby died. very odd once before when she was quite a young girl, and her mother Noel spoke in a died in an asylum. I did not voiee. calm resolutely know this, you understand, or I should never have marrle her: they she and her father took good care I should not know until it was too late. 1 was a good match, ton understand: and a hitter sneer crossed his face for Then, about fifteen an instant. months after our marriage soon after her baby died she became like this. I dare ay Mrs. Callender has told you some pretty little tales of my neglect Yes I and jealousy, has she not? thought so" as Tessa's elo juent face answered for her. Well, now you I am a very proud know tho truth. man. Miss Tessa, and I hated the idea of the world's comments and pity when it became known how I had been duped and humiliated; so I kept my I gave out that my wife's secret. delicate health altogether unfitted h'er for society, and discouraged all visitors here. I could not bear the idea of shutting the poor thing up in an asy. hum. for she is quite harmkss gener. ally. I am so sorry! Tessa's eloquent eyes looked the sympathy whichher tongue refused to Noel gave her hand a little utter. friendly squecc. I am sure of it. And now tell me how you came to be in tho park alone, ho went on. and at this lute hour, Did you want me?" Yes." Tessas story was soon told; and her re juest met with the ready re- Mr. Cleveland sponse sho expected. readily promised to make inquires friends, and among his theatrical seemed so certain of success that Tessa was relieved and delighted. Thank you so much! she said putting out her hand gratefully. Wait until you have something to thank me for, Cleveland said gently. Now I will walk home w ith you. Oh, as Tessa began a mild remonyes it is too late for you to go strance alone! TO BE CONTINUED. The First Prayer In Congress. In Thatcher's Military Journal, under date of Doeesnbur, 1777, is found a note containing the indentical fir.--t prayer in congress, made by tho Rev. John Duche, a gentleman of great eloquence. Here it ie, an historical curiosity: O Lord, our Heavenly Father, high and mighty King of Kings and Lord of Lords, who dost from Thy throne behold all the dwellers of the earth, and reignest with power supremo and uncontrolled over all tho Kingdoms Empires, and governments, look down in mercy, we beseech 'I liee, on these American States, who have fled, to 'llioe from tho rod of the oppressor, and thrown themselves on Thy gracious protection, desiring henceforth to be dependent only on Thee. To Thee they have appealed for the righteousness of their cause; to Thee do they now look up for that and countenance support which Thou alone eanst give. Take them, thcrereforo, Heavenly Father, Give them unto Thy nurturing care. wisdom in council and valor in the field. Defeat the malicious designs of our adversaries; convince them of the unrighteousness of their cause, and if they still persist in sanguinary purposes, oh, let the voiee of Thine own unerring justice, sounding in their hearts, constrain them to drop the weapons of war from their unnerved hands in the day of battle. Be Thou present, 0 God of wisdom, and direct tho council of this honorable assembly. Enablo them to settle things on the best and surest foundation, that the scenes of blood may bo speedily closed, and order, harmony and peace may bo effectually restored and truth, and justice, religion and piety, prevail Rnd nourish among Thy people. Preserve the health of their bodies and the vigor of their minds; shower down upon them and the millions they here represent such tempered blessing as Thou seest expedient for them in this world, and crown them with everlast-in- g All glory in the world to come. this we ask in ihe name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, Th y Son, our Savior. Amen! The Dozen Greatest Poets. Perhaps I may now be permitted to recapitulate tho list of a do en English whom I venture to quoto as the px-ts manifest immortals of our British Parnassus, says Edwin Gosso in the Forum. They are Chaucer, bpeneor. Skakospeare, Milton, Dryden, Pope, iiray, Burns, Wordsworth, Coleridge, llyron. Shelly, Keats. It will bo noticed that there are ihirteen names here and my reviewers have not failed to remind me that it is notoriously difficult to count tho stars. Tho fact is that Gray, tho real thirteenth, was an afterthought, aud I will admit that, although Gray is the author of wlmt is the most imposing single short poom in he language, und although ho has charm, skill, and distinction to a marvelous degree, his originality, his force of production, was so rigidly limi ed that be scarcely may to admitted to tho first rank. No doubt tho explosive force which eggs a very great writer on to constant expression was lacking in the ease of Gray, uml I yield him a tender babe, and the only one of my interesting fami y whi-.-1 will consent to throw to tho wolves. The rest are inviolate, und 1 i will io'eud them to tha last. HE LOVER'S REASONING. and was looked upon j j Tell mbv I lov hr? Tdl roe why, Turiunsr from murky town and pushing men. low the You wo- dhmd path, the placid sky. bDswcr then. 1 1) j j Whr do I love her Analyze Where in the violets tit eriume is. Where iu the music s strain the tears arise. Can ou do tia Tell why I love tier? Yes. when yon Keveai the secret which in snowdrops lie; Or strain the beauty from ihe drojm of dew. Then Ill tell why. Why do I love her" Fin-- t make clear. Whence steals through minister aisles That restful wjdl fills with the sense the atmosphere. mytic I then will tell. Yes, love, I turn to thee from glare and crowd. Tender ns dales in Spring, as Summers elnud. Soothing as gentlest songs, soft as perfume, Furer than fiends of dew. or snowdrop's bloom. in thy presence rest, where tumults cense: The minster gate is closed, within is peace. 1 Temple 1 FOUND Tin: Far. WILL. I5 0ET twenty years ago there died in southern Oliioa queer old character n anted Thom- as Martin. He was never married, and hisec-- c en tricities made his name a familiar one in several counties. He lived in a lit. tie log house on a farm about four miles Irom a village, and sometimes he was alone for months, and again he would have his house crowded with his relatives. While father and mother were dead, he had three brothers and four sisters living, and in the same county. One day he might meet one of them and hand him a $20 gold piece. The very next day he would pass the same person without speaking. As he was worth about f2()0,000, all made by the sale of oil wells found on his lands in Pennsylvania, and as his relatives were all poor, none of them dared offend him . If he treated them coldly they put up with it; if he insisted on some family staying with him for a week they made every sacrifice to please him. There was a layer of humor in the old mans composition withal. I think he reasoned that all his relatives expected a slice of his wealth, and he intended that each one should have it, but he proposed to make them earn it as far ns they could. If he knew that his brother James was planting corn, and in a great hurry to get through, he would send for him and insist that he hunt or fish or go looking over the country for some plant or root needed for sickness. If his brother Henry was extra busy in his sawmill; the old man was sure to send up a message to him to come down and take witch hazel rod and go wandering over the hills to locate metals. There was only one bed in the house, and yet the old man would insist that a family of eight come and visit him and sleep where they could. Twice a year he killed a lamb. The rest of the time he lived on pudding and milk and vegetables. Uncle Tom, ns everybody called him, was over 70 years of age when I first knew him, und it must have seemed to his relatives that he intended to be a hundred. As the years went by he really seemed to improve, and it was a cold day when he couldnt think of some new trick to play on those who anxiously waited for him to turn up his toes. He made n will, ns known in a certain law office, dividing up his wealth pro rata, but one day something occur-e- d to determine him to revolve it. He had sent for his brother Henry and family to come to him at once. Henry wnssawing lumber on a contract, one of the children was ailing, and he returned word that he could not come. This was the first time he had ever refused such a demand, nnd when the messenger returned the old man with indignation. boiled over He sent for his lawyer to come and make a new will, nnd the lawyer, of course, brought the old one. He saw this laid on the clock shelf, nnd it wuslying there when he wentaway. The new will was not entirely comday. Martin said he piled that might want to make some other changes, and so he did. His sister May, who was an old maid, was with hini taut day, and after th lawyer had gone Martin wanted to lower her dow n in the well to recover a lost bucket. She was timid nnd alraid. and the result was that she was ordered to pack up nnd leave, and was told plainly that she need not expect a dollar. Nor was this all. Having got his hand in. as it were, the old man went for another brother, and forced a rupture, and then sent for a lawyer and cut the three persons off with a legacy of If 100 each. He signed the new will and placed it with the other, saying he would keep both lor a few days and see if anything else turned up Then in order to show his contempt for iiis relatives, he sent for a woman named Thatcher to keep house for him. This woman was a grass widow, about 40 years old, half crazy 8 and the other half foolish. .She was employed in the village at laundry work. Martin bought her clothes nnd jewelry, und even gave out that he would marry her, and he was heard to say more than once that not one of his relatives would ever get a dollar of his money. One night two months after the Thatcher woman went to live with him, he got a bad fall while bringing in wood. He had to le helped to bed, but only a portion of what followed was know n tor many months afterward. The olu man felt that his last hour had come, and he got rid of her for a few minutes by sending her out to the barn. Which will he meant to burn no one will ever but. he know, got up and Both burned one of them. were duly sealed and attested, and both were equally good in law, That he did burn one of them was sure. Thirty hours later someone happened to visit the cabin and the old man was found dead in his bed, the woman had disapj (eared and the wills were missing. With all that money at stake there was great excitement, of course, and the relatives gave me the case to work up. No one knew, until 1 overhauled the ashes in the fire plnee, that anything had betin burned. 1 found scraps of paper, proving that at least one ol the wills had been destroyed. So I eould tell, both might have far been burned it t the same time. One lmd been, anyhow, and the question of which it was interested every relative. It seemed curious why Mrs. Tacher had gone away, and still more curious that she hud escaped observation. As no one had met her in the village or on the high-wait must be concluded that she had reasons for hiding. If one of the walls had been preserved, she probably knew of its whereabouts, as the old cabin had been hunted over and over again without bringing it to light. My first step, therefore, was to discover her;' hut when a fairly sharp man puts himself against a half idiot he may be beaten. I made a circuit for thirty miles around on horse back, and, while I met a hundred people who knew the woman by sight, I could get no late trace of her. A robber could not have hidden Ills When I trail more successfully. found that the hunt was to be extended, 1 notified every sheriffin that part of the state. I got out circulars and sent them to town marshals, constables, postmasters, and farmers but no good resulted. Then, one day, I sat down to put myself in her place. For all I knew then she was with toe old man when he died, and it might have been one of iter hands which held one of the wills to the flame. Just why she should fly and hide herself when not guilty of anything was a puzzle. So far ns we could determine she had taken nothing. One day Martin had gone with Iter to the bank nnd drawn out and presented to her the sum of $200. This she had taken, ns was her right, but the few dollars he had in his pockets were there when we searched the dead body, I had not thought to overhaul her wardrobe, but when I came to do so I got a pointer. She had dressed herself in her best nnd gone without taking even a hand satchel. Her best was a black silk,afineredshawl, a fashionable bonnet, and fine shoes. She would not only look very much like a lady, but she would not set out for a walk across the wet fields or along the muddy highway. She would take the train at the nearest point, of course, and that happened to be at a station not over thirty rods from- the old mans cabin and on his land. Freight nnd accommodation trains stopped there always for water, nnd the regular passenger trains sometimes. For instance, the express for Cincinnati would notstop at the village, but would at this county station to get n supply of water for the engine. As soon as I struck this trail I was only a few days in ascertaining that Mrs. Thatcher, dressed in her best, did actually board the exprefes that night as it stopped for a moment, nnd thnt she paid her fare and was carried to Cincinnati She had four weeks the start of me, hut I had strong hopes of finding her. I reasoned that the fact of her being nnd of never having travelled much, would make her keep clear of the hotels She doubtless, feared she would be blamed for the old man's death, and a search made for her. In that case she would hide herself. I had iny rttind made up when I reached Cincinnati to look for her among the boarding bouses, and look I did. After a vain search of a week I got one of the regular detectives, and in another week j got track of her. In going into the city she had entered into conversation with a fellow passenger, and he had recommended her to a hoarding house kept by his aunt. They gave her a room at the house, but soon saw that she was queer. The situation sharpened her wits, and she claimed to he a ilrs. Bose, of Chicago. who had come to search out relatives. As site never went out, received ro letters, nnd employed no assistance her story was not believed, a 1 she was an object of wonder to the other boarders. In about thrte weeks site one day paid her bill nnd walked off, but one of the hoarders followed her to anolher boardinghouse. We hoped and expected to find her there, but she hnd changed again, nnd no one knew where she was. It took us three days to locate her again, and this time we were too lnte by an hour only. In making her second change Mrs. Thatcher had gone to a boarding house kept by a woman who had a simple-minde- v-- brother on a farm. lie supplied with vegetables, and ns he came in one day Mrs. Thatcher saw him, and at once decided to go out to bin farm. She arranged lor her board, bought herself a cheap dress or two. and the pair had been gone about an hour or two when we rang the bell. The, detective was busy on another case and decided that he could not go with me. I therefore got a horse und buggy and drove off alone. It was about 3 oclock in the afternoon of a June day, und I was hardly clear of the city when I noticed that a thunn der storm was coming up from in which I was headed. I drove fast, hoping to make the ten miles before I was caught, hut when seven miles from the city the storm broke. The only shelter I could secure was an old wagou shed, but while the thunder and lightning were severe, but little rain fell. In the half hour I was under the shed the lightning struck near me three times, and I was greatly relieved when the storm passed on. I drove forward for about a mile, and then suddenly came upon a curious sight in the highway. A farmer's wagon was smoking and burning, while one horse lay stone dead and On the other wtts plunging about. one Bide of the wagon lay the body of a woman, on the other side that of a and secured my mat, I leaped out was the first ap- horse, and the man proached. His clothes were on fire over his breast and his face was discolored. One glance satisfied methat lie was dead. The woman lay in a heap, but I took hold of her hand there was a flutter of the eyelids. .V bolt of lightning had killed oneofthe horses and the man, but the woman had only been stunned. My first move was just what any physician would have recommended. I tore open the bosom of her dress nnd cut her corset strings to give her lungs a chance to play. As the knife parted the strings and the corsets Hew open a paper was displayed. I reached for it, and one look told me that it was thedi-rectio- t f f I 1 j j f j ? t I i the last will and testament ol James j Martin. Then the woman must be Mrs. i J Thatcher, but I should never have known her, dressed as she was. She came to while I was releasing the ! plunging bore and putting out the fire in the wagon. The accident had come about as I supposed, and in half an hour she was quite herself t again. I went to the nearest farmer, got him to come back and assume j charge of things, and then drove I back to the city with my prisoner. On the way in she fully explain- - t When I ed ine. everything to Martin found himself about to die he told her to burn the old will. In her nervousnessness, and being f unable to read, she burned the wrong one. When he discovered this he lx1- - I rated her in ns forcible language as ; he could call up indeed, he fell back j and died while cursing her. Fearing that sho had committed some awful ' crime, and hoping thnt if she carried I the other document off with her she j might escape the consequences, she dressed herself, took the paper and her money, ami walked over and J boarded the train. j Under the will I had recovered all I the relatives shared alike, which was I fair and justundertliecircumstances, I aud instead of making any trouble f for the grass widow, they present- - f ed her witn a purse of $300 and headed her for Oregon, where she got another husband in less than a month after her arrival. New York Sun. ? 1 A Drawing-Roo- m Homily. Is it not too had, says Bishop Huntington, in a time when there is so much fact to be learned, so much work to be done and done better , than it is, so much wrong to lie righted, so many burdens wait to be jt eased, so many noble enterprises to ;sj beset forward, that, ladies and gen- tlemen of faculty and information I j should array themselves sumptuous- j ty, and go to meet sach other again and again, and stay together for hours, only to look at a, spectacle that is without significance and hear sounds without sense; to see unreal manners and hear commonplace speech; to exchange greetings with the dearest friends only on a crowded staircase, as the two processions up and down meet and pass, or in a crush where the liveliest feeling i is a fear ol damaging a fabric or be- , ing mortified by a mistake; to eat and drink what Could be eaten and drunk with far more comfort and safer digestion at home; to say what one only half feels to persons whom j one does not like on a subject that onedoes not half understand; topick a way between frivolity and false- hood or wade through a muddy , mixture of both; to cover disgust f wilh a smile, inward protest with ; epoken accent or weariness with ajest, and then to go away at an unhealthy hour with nothing to remember but a babble, a whirl, a jam, y Horrid and a secret bore, isn't it? said one victim to ' another. "Beastly, was the cordial 1 wish I answer. Let's go home! could, but you see 1 can't; 1 am the ! ' . . host. : Forty tramps went about St. Helena, Montana, the other day. actually begging for employment. They were put to work in a vineyard the same day, the story goes, but by the next afternoon all excepting three had disappeared from the scene of their briel activities A Maine girl put a note nnd her ad dress in a box of toothpicks, requestA ing the Under to write to Iter. opened tho man box, got KansasCity a correspondence, and not long atro started East to see if the yountr ladv was the sort of a woman he wanted for a wife. f J . . j ; |