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 LIESCHEK Who choofleth me mnst 8[lye and hazard all be hmeâ€"MercKant of Venice, 'Liefcben,* child, I must say adien. I know not when I shall tee thee again." "Adieu, then, GastTs A. pleasant iouraey to yon 1 If you didn't come back for fifty years you would find me s^ill here, milking; ibe cows and attending to the houee- ho'.d. Life here is much the same year by year." â- 'And thou wouldst not fret, Lischen, if I did not come for fifty years ' He spoke as though he scarcely knew whether to jest or be in earntst, and stood watching her with a wistful, doubtlul smi'e. She f«a9 miking buttermilk cheeeea at the dresser by the tcuUery window, snd he was leaniai^ in over the window-sill, with a pipe Bmolderiog in one hand, while the other kept breaking of little twigs and reaes that clambered all round the window, and made a pretty frame to his sun-burned face and brnad shoulders. L'escben langhed at his question, as she shaped the little white cheese) all speckled over with caraway-seeds, ^d did not IboK up. "You would be about a hundred years old tfcen, Gustav, I think," was the only remark she made. "No, come, Lieschen, that ia cruel of you. I am only thirty-sight â€" more than twice your age, it is tme, but not nearly fifty. And it is something to have a fine farm and a good new house, and the only carriage en Regen,even if your husbind is old enough to know white from black." "Yes, I hnow," said Liescben, indiffer- ently "but there is plenty of time yet." Gustav Baier bit h's Jip and frowned un- eisily a^ he looked at her. "Thou dost not care, Lieschen, 'tis plain to £ee," he taid bitterly. "I think thou hast no heart at all, for all thine eyes are so sweet and thy ways so gentle. Thou'rt some mermaiden from the eea here, and one day will vanish like the foam. Is it not so " â- 'I don't make my»elf," retorted the girl p3tulantly, "and I never asked you to come and fall in love with me. If you are not sitisfied" â€" she drew the gold betrothal ring from her finger â€" "here's your ring. Give it to somebody that has a heart for you." He left the window abruptly, and she glanced up, flushed and frightened, not knowing what he meant to do. The next minute he came in at the door from the yard, and went up to the table where she stood with the ring in her open hand, 'Come, come," we musn't quarrel," he said peaceably, replacing the ring, and draM-iog her onto his knee as he sat on the orester. "1 shall not be satisfied till that ring is on the other hand, and you have come away heme with me," L'cschtn hung it-: head, and her b'g brown 6} as filled with tears "What, crying " he remonstrated, taking her chin in his great rough hand, and turn- ing her unwilling face round towards him. "Thunder and lightning, why, lo she is You sp.il thcie eyes my pretty one. What's it all about Art not happy, L'.eschen " •'Yea, quite," she said, with a gulp, "if yon would let me alone, Guetav, I am yours now â€" what more do you want? You say I tiave no hiart I can't give you what I havn't got." ' Wty, that's tire, (jive me kisses in- stead, then," faid he, magnanimously, â€" "tnongh 'or fifty years, in caje I do not se; thee again." "Stupid old (iostavl" cried the girl, Isughing and struggliDtr. " There, that will do Put me down, Gastav." "Ach! see, now, these lovers, theee lovers!" cried an old 'shrill voice in the doorway. "Tears and smiles and kissts, k'sses and smiles and tea' s So runs the world away, and the old folk are forgotten." "Lietcbtn counts me one of the old folk, nurse," remarked (iustav, pausing to speak, btit holding hia piieoner helpless the while in his greit strong arms. "Tut, tut, child Not many maidens of sixteen can boast of such a fine, brave lover Es thine, with his broad farm and nice nen- house and steading, and evsrything heart cin desire. Not but what thou cats! biiog him linen enough to stock the hotse, were it twice the size it is but he had no nted to seek out a simple child like thee to be his bride," "So I t«ll him, nurse, I didn't want him â€" O Crustav " Her speech was smothered in h's great read beard. " Good-by, dearest," te said at last, putting her down. "Take care of her for me, ni'rse. I don't think it will be fifty years before I come again," he added, turn- ing to Lie! ct en as he went out, "though to. me at least, it will seem twice as long." Perhaps the wistfnl look in his eyes, or the sadness that crept into his voice as he said these last words, touched the girl perhaps she loved him after all anyhow, before he had crcssed the threshold she ran after him and slipped her hand through his, "I'll go as far as the gate with you deir (I'lfctav," she said and they walked away d jwn the yard together. '•Look at my young ducks, Gustav aren't they growing fa St? And the^chickens tool And look at those lazy geese they do nothing but feed and sleep. Do yon know, I thought 1 3ey were all up, every one of them " "Ay. tbou'rt a brave housewife, Lieschen; and it thou loveth thy fatter now, and set- vest him so well, I doubt not thou'lt love me when the time comes. Adieu, herzHeb- chtn ' Be good and happy and don't forget me â€" eh " "No, you dear, good Gvstiv I Adien! Come soon again " And so they parted. "Nurse," said Lieschen, reentering the scullery, "how do people come to have hearts " "Dm Ixeber Himmel 1 What does the child mean? Hearts Why, they are bom so 1" exclaimed the old woman, taking off her spectacles, the better to see her yonog questioner. "What art thou chattering about " "Gnstav says I have no heart, nnne," she replied, sitting on the old woman's knee and Btrokbg her white hair, "and I think he is right. How do we get hearts?" "Hfrr Gustav shoold rejoice that thou hast none," said the old natse, looking thoughtfully into the bright yonog faoe with her dim eyes "it oomsa by safferincâ€" snf- fering and sorrow snd trial, and w«epiDK and lovipg â€" loving ^n^s it all. lliey say a heart is like the steel in iron 'tis there, bnt you oaa sot have it till it has gone through the terrible fires and been beaten oc the anvil. The good God save thee from finding thine fcr truly I think it would be thy death, my Uktle flower." "Gustav is vary good to me," mormnred Lieschen, slowly turning the ring on her finger. "I think I do love him he is so tall and broad and atroag â€" he coo Id kill me with one band, nurse, I lo think." "Behnte 1 'What nonsanse the child does talk I" rzolaimed the nnreo. ' 'Bnt see," she said pointing to the window, "v not that thy Goatay oome back aitam? Bon, child, and see hat bricgi him." L'eschen ran out into the yard, bnt stopped suddenly short, petrified with fear at the sight that met her eyes. i j"Bring him in â€" k â€" gently," GustaV was saying and two farm servants followed him, bejr'ng between them the apparently lifeless body of a young man â€" the head fallen back, the eyes closed, the lips parted, the hands hands hanging limply down, the clothes stained here and there with blood. "Run, away, child, run away I 'Tis no sight for thee," Gustav called out, when he saw her standing there white and frightened. ' 'We want the nur:e." Then he turned to the old wcmn, who bad come out, and explained rapidly Lies- chen, instead of running away, listened eagerly to every word "There has been a duel â€" unless it was darker work. We found him in the wood up ycnder, bleeding to death. Where can we lay him down The nearer the better â€" here on this sofa " "Oh, anywhere â€" yes 1" cried Lieechen, brimming over with pity. And so they laid him down on the sofa ia she little sitting room, and then Gustav, not unkindly, but quite irresistibly, putXieschen outside the door. She stood there with her hands pressed together, every nerve strained to interpret the sounds that came from within, halt muffled by the loud beating of her own heart, "Ach, Gott If only he be not dead 1" she murmured, as the stillness seemed to grow into'erable. Then there came a low gasping moan of pain, and she heard Gustav say "He is coming to water now, and linen;" Then the old nnrse came out hurriedly, her eye fell upon the girl's white face, and she sent her to fetch a bundle of old linen from the press in the garret as quick as mieht be, while she herself went for water. When Lieschen came flying back the nurse had returned to the side ofthe wound- ed man, and she stole in after her with the linen. She could hardly repress the cry of pain and pity that rose to her lips when she saw the deathlike pallor of the face lying back on Gustav's supporting shoulder but she felt that she must be very quiet if she would not draw attention to the fact that she had come in unbidden. The nurse took the linen from her hands without noticing her at all, and then Gustay helped with his disengaged hand, gently un fastening and laying open the young man't coat, disclosing a white shirt all soaked with blood. "Cut itâ€" cut it " said Guttiv impatient- ly "there's no time to lDcse." "What a pity and the linen so fair and fine," lamented the nurse, in an undertone, "The lad is noble, no doubt," "No doubt," echoed Gustav "but, noble cr not, he must die if we can't staunch this Heeding at once. If only I had both hands free " he muttered, exasperated at the tremulous slowness cf the old woman. "This won't do, and not a soul in the house to help Mere, Lieschen, you must be useful. Come and hold up his head â€" so, so â€" upon your shoulder. Lucky I've seen so much of this in the war, and know what to be at," he remarked to himself. And Liachen knelt and took the heavy, fainting head upon her bosom, and closed her eyes to shut out the sight of blood that almost overcame her. Now and then, when one of those gasping moans broke from him, she opened them quickly, and gazed in tearful distress at the white face so near her own, and yet seeming, too, so far away â€" half-?»ay into those cold domains of death that are so very far cflf to these that are strong and young, "Yes, he is noble," she thought toherselt, tryirg to keep still and patient, under the weigct that began to make her limbs ache and tremble. "H-s hair is like the sunshine, and all waving â€" like that picture of an angel in my Bible," she thought, noting him curiously ;."and)hi8 forehead is so white that the veins show through. No doubt he is an officer," â€" this she merely inferred from the nightly growth that fringed his upper lip, â€" "and how beautiful he is 1 Gustav is handsome, but not like him " and she Ujould alfnost have laughed at the idea of a comparison between graat, broad Gastav, with his sun-browned face, fine rough hewn features, and his red beard, and the delicate refinement and almost womanly fairness of the other face. At length Gustav released her, and laid the lad as he called himâ€" he looked about five-and -twenty â€" gently down on the pillows, "He may do now," he said, after watch- ing him a while. "I must leave him to your care, nurse, and that of Herr Uterhart. Y'ou will explain it â€" what little we know â€" when he returns to-night, Good-by, heart's datl ing Thou'lt be a first rate nnrse ere I come again," and he kissed his betrothed on either cheek, and went away. It was drawing towards evening, A familiar clatter of wooden shoes on the out- tide told Lieschen it was time to go amilk- in?. She stole out, tied on her great sun- bonnet,took up her stool and pail, and follow- ed the women away to the meadows, as she did morning and evening all the summer through. The shadows were growing very long and the coiorj fading in the western sky when they came back and Lieschen still had her young ducks and fowls to shut up for the night. As she crossed and recrossed the yardâ€" now with a can of water, now with the pail and stool ready for the morning â€" she sang ia a shriU, sweo!; voice some of those lovely, pUintive volkeliederâ€" those "songs of love and locging," of endless wan- dering, seckmg. and yearning, that have sprung from the heart of the German people. Before going into the house, ail her work done, she wandered through the garden, under the heavy-laden syringa and bowery wilderness of roses, down on to the sea- shore, and stood there, dreamly looking over the smooth water into the fadiiig sky and listening to the plash of the Lttle waves falling on the sand. She thought of what GnsUv had said about the mermaid, and thonght il would be awMt to float away on the quiet tide, under the glimmeirine sky and see the Uttle stars light up one after another in the golden green up there, and watch the flights of birds winging over, and dngujg bende the boats of fisheraen at their wght.y toil, and dip down at aunriseâ€" down, ^n-" among the seaweed forests where down â- traaca wild oreatores swim in and oa^ wd the s. a flowers bbom, and the mermaida rft conbiBg their long, golden hair under tho tideleasB^tiasea. .. She waaa strange, romantio ohfld, Mu« Litaohen, fuU rf dreams and longing fanwes; and this seemed bstter to her than to be a creature of flesh and blood, with a hnoM" heart and human hope and blesjed with tno love of man. "And they live three hundred years, sne murmured hall aloud, as the light died off the sea, "unlew they strive to win an im- mortal soul by the love of a living man if they fail they vanish in the sea-foam on the day when he weds another. But there is never, never found a man. He gives bis love to a creature of his own sphere, and the foam ever gathers on the ee». If I were a mermaid, though,"â€" a shy, proud SBUls gleamed across her face,â€" "1 would not fail." Lieschen wm sitting in the sick-room one hot summer afternoon, her patient asleep on the conch, and the warm, fragrant air float- ing in with the murmuring of bees at the open window. Her work • lay in her |lap. bnt her hands were idle, and her eyes ga^mg dreamily out at the sky, while very, very liw and softly, she sang: "War' ich ein Vogelein." "Brava brava !,' mnrmnred a voice from the CBuch behind her. "A sweet voice and a sweet song 1" Lieschen colored at his pra:s9 and went and knelt by his side. "I thought you were asleep. You are stronger â€" yon feel better, life is coming back I" she said, in a voice quite tremulous with joy. "Ach, Gott you have been so ill do you not know it " He smiled faintly. "How long have I been here T" he asked. "Neaily three weeks," she answered. ' See how thin " and she lifted up the hand that lay on the coverlet.and showed him how wasted it had grown. He looked at it with a languid sort of curiosity, and then let it fall heavily by his tide, and turned his head on the pillow to look at her. She was a good sight for sick eyes to rest upon, with her pretty brown hair, and great, gentle brown eyes so full of womanly pity, tenderness and submission, and, witbal, dreamy and wistful as a child's eyes "And who art thou, dear child?" he asked presently. "I am Eliso Uterhartâ€" Lieschen they call me. Thit is my home I live here with my father and nurse, and keep the house." "And hast thou nursed me all these week " "Y'es," she answerad, "and I have prayed for you when I thought you were dying, and see, the dear God has heard. You live and will prow well and strong acain." "Dear child 1 I owe thee my life. 'What can I give thee or do for thee " Lieschen blushed, her eyes faltered from his face, and she looked down in silence. "Niy, ask what thou wilt, 'tis thine, if I have it to give. "Indeed, I know not 'tis nothing I have done, only watching," stammered Lieschen. "Tell me your name," and she raised her eyes to his. He tried to hold out his band, and she put hers into it. "Let be, then, "he said, slowly;" there is time enough. My name? is Otto von der Lanken I â€" " "Aoh You are tired," interrupted the girl, seeing a helpless look come into his eyes as he broke ofE." Drink this, and do not speak any more." She raised his head with one arm, and he drank the milk she held to his lips. Then she la'd him down upon the pillows, and went back lo her seat by the window, he watching her with the idle look of a man still too weak to speculate about things, or thirh any thoughts, but one or two that seemed of themselves t^ pass in and out of his brain. â-º,, J" i Lieschen smiled and shook her head at him, 'Shut your ejei and sleep," said she wit^ a pretty little authoritative air. "Sing, then," he murmured, inclined to dictate his own terms, and watching her every gesture with passive enjoyment "sing to me." Lieschen could think of no song but the one she had been singing when he woke, which was still running in her head and she. sang it. Ach wie let's moglich'dann Dass ich dich lassen kann i " Ah can it ever be That I should part from thee When she had finished she turned and looked at him, and saw tears standing in his eyes. 'I 'Tis very sweet," he murmured, "and plain to see that thou knowest what love is. Sing again â€" the last verse again." So she sang again " Were I a birdie wee. And by ihy side would be, Fearing not hawk nor kite. To thee swift I'd fly. Pierced by the hunter's dart, I'd nestle next thy heart If one tear dimmed thy eye. Glad then I'd die." And he closed hif eyes ahd slept. So the slow summer days went by. Every day he grew a little stronger, and by de- grees she • gathered from him the story of the duel which had so nearly been fatal to him how he and his friend had quarreled about a lady and had fought. "I suppose they thought me dead and left me," said Otto; "One hai not much time to waste on these occasions. Poor Radolf 1 He will have fled bn^ he can come back now, smce no harm is done." "And the lady " asked Lieschen, breath- lessly. "She will marry Rudolf no douht " re- plied Otto, with a hard laugh: "'and I shall dance at the wedding," Lieschen said nothing but the great f^l't ^•'•.u"** "' " »»" fa°e were l.ghted with a new fire, a barning worship an unspeakable devotion her hiart beat! and her pulses thrUled with a new, swett mysterious pam. The die was oast At lut there came a day-«h, those ^I^^i^ *u?? ^^"r '^?" *^* •^« op the earthly history of a life I Some aU in white and garlanded with fresh flowers of sprin. • some flammg in gold and crowned with smi' commg Jowly, aurely on, each in iUap- pomted time, neier sooner for our loumaa "«! ^!^v°Y '«*'°y of fc« and we oaS not choose but laka tfcemi ajl »od taS be-draped asep in bTack. ' Thew S!^i T ^^ **»* ^«l*d 'uture, till the last sands have run, and thare are nonaore. There oama » day when Otto voa der Lank«i bade iarjwriL bawentttSS the Harden loo^ for hi. little nnrsstoS good-by to her. b^ooold not findherjtk*^ tawlittle foot-marks in the sandy pa* under SlKS-aadsyringa-thatled dawnonto,*he â- hore. He fdlowed them, and found W SeTatanding by the tida \o9Mag out to "Lieschen." he said, oomiag up to her, •«I am oome to eay good-by 1" "Oh. not to-day I" cried LiewAen, clasp- ing her hands and looking up at himjnth b« creat piteous eyes "not so soon 1 «'Ioch ja, liebes kind," he answered, kindly "I am well again and "^ng. thanks to my good little Lieschen, and It is time to be up and doing. And now, he added, seeing the tears rush to her eyes, "now what can I do for the a, sweet child 7 Ask what thou wilt." She Loked up at him a moment, standing there so tall and straight and fair, with the sun on bis bright hair and the blue sky shining in his eyes, and then she put her hands over her face and sobbed aloud like a little child. "Donner 1 ' ejaculated the young count softly to himself, in great perplexity. Then he drew a step nearer. "Dear little Lies- chen, don't cry, for pity's sake I What can I do for thee Tell me." "Oh, give me your love â€" yonr love I she cried out passionately. "Love me, if only a little 1" and then she broke down utterly and leaned her little brown head against his arm, crying bitterly. "Why, that thou hast, dear one â€" not a little, but a great deal. Who could help loving thee?" he answered soothingly. "Aik something harder, for my love thou hast." After a long pinse she looked up through her tears. ' 'And thou wilt â€" thou wilt oome back one day " "Why, surely," said he, "I am not worth all these tears, pretty one J Be happy, right happy, till I come again. Adieu now, sweet child I Auf Wiedersehen 1 anf baldig Wiedersehen 1" Hs stooped and kissed her on the forehead, and went away up the sand, turning under the sjrringas to wave another farewell, and then she heard his horse's hoofs clattering up the yard, and he was gone. Gone How it haunted her day after day as she passed in and out of the house, empty of hia presence down the garden imd the meadows, which knew his step and voice no more and upon the shore, where he had bidden her farewell I Weeks pass- ed before she at all turned from that feel- ing of missing him so sorely to the hope of his return. Hs had sai4 "Auf Wieder seben " Perhaps in a week, a month â€" perhaps at harvest-time â€" perhaps at Christ- mas â€" hi. would come, she thought, as the time went by. Bat he did not come â€" not even when it was spring, and the early leaves came out, and the clouds lifted and shone white in the young sunshine, and the birds sang merri- ly. Gustav came and went, and began to urge the marriage. Perhaps he saw that his be- trothed was losing the pretty roses in her cheeks, and that the light in her eyes was growing sad and strange and h^ â€" knowing as none but he knew how much he loved her â€" longed to take her to himself in his own hooie and mak% her happy. So they fixed a day at last, and Lieschen, like one in a dream, helped the old nurse to make all preparations, and plied her needle busily. All was ready at length, and two days before the wedding Lieschen stood on the shore, her work done, and no more to do bnt to wait now for the dawning of the day that was to brin^ Gustav and make her his wife. As she stood there she seemed to hear a voice answering her own thoughts "Thou wilt lose all, bethink thee well â€" all if thou fail. Thy father's llove, thy peaceful home, thy fair name, thy good, honest husband â€" all will be lost " "Alas, alas, I know it 1" she answered, weeping "but I can not, will not fail " Sne went into the house and looked into the sitting room. There sat her father in his chair asleep, the pipe still between his fingers, and the room dim with smoke. Her lif s seemed to frame some word they vainly sought to utter, and then with a choking, stifled sob, she turned and stole away away out of the house, across the meadows, and on toward the shore of the other side of the promontory, on which lay her father's farm. She was not strong, but something within her gave her power to walk all night in the chill spring weather. Long before noon next day she had caught the Stralsund steamer on its backward way. and was being crrried across the water to Stralsnnd. She telt no wearmess, no hunger, thirst, or cold, and only longed to be on foot onoe more. She was quite familar with the quaint old town, and hnrried up the quay across the Water street, and up under the dark, shadowy Zemlower gateway, along the quiet streets where grass grows between the stones of the pavement, and the old gabled house 3 have looked down for hun- dreds of years upon the simple burgher life below. She went through the town and out into the country beyond, past many a plea- sant httle farm, where the storks were patching up their great nests on the thatch- ed bams and cow-houses, ^nd making their ounous rattUng cry as they flew to and fro. bhe remembered that the storks used to bnng unmmer in old days and all good gifts when they came back, and that this spring they had not yet come to her home on Ru- gen. In one little village she asked for a drmk of milk, and they made her eat and rest a little while but she was restless and anxious to be gone, so they let her go though the wind was rising and blowmg S.^i'fl"' *r°' ?°l^*"Je fl»k«of snol were nymg through the air. By nightfaU a fierce storm was blowing, and the air w^a thick with driving sno# L eichen aiked shelter at a farm lyiSg a li^- tie back from the high road. ^^"How far is it to Friedenhagen " she ask- -«'»T^**i '" *^°° "^o*!" at Friedenhag. L»kt,*fhenT'"°"^^^"»*-"'^- the'^W ^J/tr^ Z"""^?^ *?!«"•" «««wered the^ girl, with a faint smile. "Jg it far "Why thou wHt not walk it. snrelv T 'Ti« a good four hohrs from here." ^^ th«abe.?£a^.?*~^^'"'-^ bMSrSjf *^ ahehadto giveLher thiSr iiS JI: " 5*°" donbtt*" poor »M^ « aaid the good people, .baking tkSr heads over it and they pat itl forgot aU about it and her ^\\ Meanwhile she nresMd a. u„ .. 1 iwhUe she pressed on ttn it ithe rose dimly through the "fS| "' ing toward noon, and thentK.**' turrets of ths great Schloi evrry step her tired feet grew V^l snow glared upon her aohiag e4,*"*| cold winds seemsd to Dlerpo V" ""ll stood at length under the uoiu wiuua Boauiva to pierce h» and through but still she stru^^td' " fTeit She 1 ohere, and rang the bell, gL thought of her soiled and drisJJ or of the impression she mi^tni the servants no thought at all olth only of him, of Otto voa der l'^\ that another moment must brinstK"' to face. i»«tii^ She heard bells ringing merrilv v only phanton music in her tired bra then the door opened, and a ronh'i demanded her business and her nam '" "Who are you, and what arevll about on such a day as this " ' Lieschen vaguely fancied he was i to the snow, and timidly asked to young Herr Graf. 'â-  The man langhed aloud, 'A pretty request, truly Come day, mem fraulein. Know you qqwj^ young Herr Graf hai just brought J?| bride, and is to-day receiving the lations of all his noble friends rf cious lord would be somewhat bito take it, to see a beggar-maiden in." among the train. Mate way, mj^, and he pushed her hastily aside u carriage cama rolling up the drive, ' Lieschen turned away faint, stnm, hausted, broken-hearted, and the went laughing and chatting up ^^' and into the great hall, and thedMJ shut. Two days later a big, broad-sooiij man, with a snn-brownsd face and h beard, came riding along the saotjj toward Friedenhagen. The storm wj; J but the great dritts still lay plied k.j roadside â€" deep, broad, and white, l green buds of spring were withered oil boughs sullen clouds moved ebw the leaden sky, and huddled in grejtj about the south and west it was but the bitter wind was still, Thei man's face was sad and stern, and he 1. absently at the snow as he rode along,! suddenly a great cry broke from hi: He flung down the reius and ground, "Ach, nimmermehr Ach, dj Gott! Litohen, Lieschen my lit;ki Chen " For there, covered but not hidden i snow, he discovered somethingâ€" somea that told him ell,,»l(ro«t bsfore hiseyai fully seen it â€" a few shade ivs, a fewcii lines, a sweepin? tress of dark-brown He fell down bejide the stiil, uahee form, and put back the matted haiii was blown acro-s her face, andkieseil frozen eyes' the frozen pirted lips, ajil little frozen hands in vain dea-d, dead, his little Lieschen â€" frozen in tiiei ed snow. That was the end of it all. Hesstl ring was gene from her band, bnt teij why he could not guess. He only koerl had fleJ from her wedding-day and !iJ him, and dimly felt that Otto voa deri: ken might be the cause â€" whether or guilty he could not tell, acd littlfi to know, since all was lost. And Otto von der Luiken never tne» '•That pretty child will have f:rg me," he said once to himself that 8f:^ when something reminded him ofk' mise at parting from her," and wiL i married the good Baier by this time, J might send for her to wait npan my fi| ALL SORTS. A "fly" fellowâ€" The angler. High art â€" Tbe labors of the hangiuj mitte, A regular poser â€" The photographer, The blind pool is a poor f lice for fry. Queen of the Miyâ€" the scrub-girl, Raduoing the price of gas hai no eSt" the mttirs. The speculator loses hope when bet "soap," A man wit'aout a futire â€" a buritei s: broker. When a man's head swiiin tiere is g' ally more watjr than whiskey about ;t. Wrangell land appears to be an apPf' ate destination for the Jeannftts sarfi' Of all sad words, the bankers eay the debt are fiese. " We caa not pay." Darwin says there is a living princip* fruit. We suppose he refers to the »ii "Amature actor" is informed tut- first Bupe mentioned in hittDry is l^*"' de Bouillon. There ia a man in Kentucky who a bone in hia body. What a splendid ball umpire he would mske. A new kind of monster potato is "white elephant." This is carrying adulteration of food a little too far. It ain't whut a man knows er 'bont t" dat makes him feel proud. It's/"' 'magines udder people thinks o' bi^ Never speak ill of a man if you can W. If you must say something bad be so" orther side payfc your witoess fee. It is a foolish girl who will ask hw Ij which he likes best, her beauty or o^ No mater which way he answers she to get mad. When a mm falls in business that nothing like having a wife to own t^ ebtt3 and if there is too much of tj" one wife to own, he ougbt to bave three ri 738. There was a girl with a fine voi« poor ear living in the fl«t abore bini Bellini composed that tpnder »ri» n»mbnl\," "St 11 so gently o'er me ' ing." Anybody who has examined »J*^ handwriting on a prescript on '" non der that a drug clerk frequently pi:"»l|^ phine when the recipe calU fo' " seed or some such harmless drug, "Will you have roastbeefcornD ,„| porkporkandbeanshamandbaconorn^ f tied the pret^ waitress to Jo^^^^b night at his new boarding house, i ^, fnTuan blushed and remarked toai lieved he would, thanks," Oh 1 how tired and weak I feel, I ^°^J':^0iJ*3 ever get through this Spring bou8e^e»oâ„¢^„' j^ will if rou tsiia bottle or two of tl^ Bitters to parity your blood »nd tone np "» large bottlM SO cents. ,BT TALKS WITH IV sen, I heard you speak Kt.er4»y" "^«°1'*„™*' Ur as "hef h'Rbness. [T^ts tae matt jr that vot na» y-"' ^*"'" *° ' '""' Innoote your parent* shoi 1 to.«3'" or'^he fly r ItotHink J on had been 1 ng family. The son who; jnts ought tj be asham ^pose tbeir ways are old f J «amnar a little (if. an [like keeping up with th I day. I^"-* '^i f»t'-^^r cr r the a^-'vantiges you enjc J years* go they walked f L to country school to pi oirg, while now you are ti „l)ege. They began poor t Ind labored and saved for t just n member that thing banged in this country, fco dress was seen »t churc I a silk. Men went tj me lespun. The rule in mo.t 1 Icbildren to stand up t) ei [pieces of pie went tjfstbei [children were not allowe ten o'clock at niglt, or tion after the head of the ded it. boy, don't get any foolisl ' bead. If your father is jjt â€" if your mother is tc and has no cares for tiie Jayi it is t?il which has brc [of hard work and nighti ft their children might be (lavish life. Where thej I you have broadclot 'i Wl oycake you have sweet cal re taeir mode of life and fi revented them from enjoy ementi or books, yztt tbu I the shill'nga fly, snd wha treat and aoiuse you tw let's have a word to =ay fl've been right among you, von want tiis, that and th ft it bad." Up to tie tim( I of the boys of that day hz I for Fourth of July, he t' rail fixed. The boys wan I apiece nowadays, and th I neon. re got a new book it was t piece of ext.-avagacce. sh enough t) walk into i liition. buy a pair of skat- slf tD sweet meats was look st of us as a Jay Gould, I net saying that you ih: ky and use it, but right thi Be sure that j cu reaJlj boy. A«k yourself if it will I the wheels on which tae w le the habit of throwing \\ Ity broDght out and you'll la geconu-hand museum ani it. litlike a stingy boy, but w blanking his nickels down a ngs bank I know tiat he i ^emen who is going to bui I and do our wnolesale bus; big difference between beinj j eoOGomical, The richest tare liberal in giving to ch land to tue unfoitanate, bu They don't indulge In By because they have moce bw, if you are about 15 year itneaking idea intj A'our h« thing to use an oath occssi rmade a greater mistake I ' men use more or less c; Id Uke to have you tnJ n juhamed of it It's a mea |a habit, I know you can ttt men in the land and I Bpt out oaths, but that s n( Ithould follow suit. There ii this country who doe satisfaction in s t ing «rse with a mas whose lang I pure. There's not aing n lOath, Swearing is abc [you hear from t?e lips i rd. Even a heathen can |)w, don t get tie idta taat 1 tx) good. The t ^o good 1 He was born to be an I forg 1 1 1 splice on the wii Pircns Certainly 1 I kno lie in this world who look i; N ntxt thing to a visit fron Nlf, but they ought t j have f*go. If you were my be 0) show you every animal |t3en we'd teke a reserved ircas. When a man has t-i Ne or dog tj obey him witl ' '"telligence he has proved â„¢al value of patience andp " shade of men will stop oi ^a man lift, or to watch Then why deprive you ' pwformance of an afilet "years to trice his strenet! ffection foold I take you to the the* playâ€"yea; tj a Buffalo "'"g hurrah â€" no. Five 'We healthy in lentiment, •0 plaii^ly that even a chi 'It my boy to rub sgains ' 't le while he is a I '^ea that a htmter's li t.wfialo steaks and victorlf f « going tj send him into L L *° '^^ ^^ woodchuck r^«» l»(Bad and be jumpe J** WttiiBiji an 0T»1 hooti Bt do^n of a Saturda; ••jWWfains. li he wan ff^lowl know cf a 1 itakahim on a trip fro; ,^**« if he can't cure hii fa«-?*°y *^ need try, IdtJ^L^*^ ^^ to your tr;*^' brother. Don't J^ batten to be hie fath ^r» 00 torn. Argue and re to^ !.""«« assoitons an I hs^*" ' Roapel truthi |h1^«- T*^ him wh kT^ w c^livate and turn »ii»Ht«v*r* J**' t*ie good F Job St* *• wookshed foi F«»Wr^^«*^ yomself i r"*tW»ttybytha«faUirg, M2^**o4owe]LTh. â- ^•« a daty, m T1?BSei k- 4.