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 '".W!R^WJ*1jJ-'.«^HIi-'JV!:;'._'i!:-' m ii iy Hi- Hi 4 'r it' i'.y- =i.:r '-l ;. ' li f n '4 In the S^fu* Gamp. i*^ ' " Uoin' to mirfie H^ar t]Wii ya*^ neighbor Dnnliq??" W l-l ^- '• The speakw tM* yOW: inaa«|Fp!M»ps twen^-two or uiree. SK stood cardeKly upon hia empty sled, directing hia oxen by word, or now and then the merest toach of the whip, while he tamed partly aronnd to â- ddren numwfaowes l e d roilo wed- doeebe- hind. He was a handsome yoong fellow and eren the the volnminons, and somewhat ill- fitting wraps with which he was encumber- ed, could nolconceal the easy grace of his well deTelopm figure. It was bitterly cold. The sled mnoers a«aked upon the snow, icicles hong from the patient oxen's nostrils, and the two men, returning from the Tillage whither they had gone wiu sleds heavily loaded with wood a few hours before, stamped their feet and slapped tiieir benun^ted hands, to kee]^ the drculation up. "Wall, I dnnno, Nmrman," replied the elder man. "Why?" " I thought if yon wan't goin' to use your place this spring, mebbe we mirht fix up a trade, so's that I could work it along with If mine. " Wall, p'r'aps we can stop and have a bite of supper as you go along, and we'll talk it over." "Not to-night," returned the younger man. " I'm obliged to you, bet my supper "will be waitin' for me. I'll come over by an' by, if you're goin' to be at home." " Not much danger of my goin' out agin this cold night," returned Mr. Dunlap. " Come over, come over, and bring your sis- ter along. We'll all be glad to see you." And then he turned in at the gate of his own farmyard, and Norman CheUis, who lived half a mile farther on, urged his oxen to a quicker pace. Farmer Dunlap chuckled to himself as he unyoked his oxen and gave them a plen- tiful supper. He thought he could see how thmga were going. He did not for an instant suppose that Norman Chellis would have any desire to take his sugar place, if it were not for the opportunity such an arrangement would give him for making love to Hetty Dunlap, the farmer's one child, and he was well ploased to let such love making go on. For Norman Chellis was a fine young fellow, sensible, kind hearted, a good farmer, and well to do. He owned a well stocked farm, free from incumbrance, and it was no secret that his sister, who kept house for him, was to be married in the fall. The two farms adjoined, and Farmer Dunlap often thought that if they could be combined by the marriage of Hetty and Norman, it would be a "very handsome property." £ he pushed back his plate, after eating a hearty supper of roast pork and apple sauce, finishing with a huge piece of mince pie, the farmnr said, carelessly to his wife "I guess Norman'll be over after a spel). He kinder wants to work our sugar place this year, along with his'n and he said he'd some and talk it over bime by, so I told him to fetch Abbie along." " What does he want of our sugar place, I'd like to know " said Miss Hetty, with a toss of her pretty head, while the color deep- ened on her cheek. She understood very well why he wanted the sugar place and, sly puss that she was, felt a little thrill of triumph, as she ad- mitted the reason to her own heart, " That's his business, not mine," said her father deliberately. " You must ask him, if you want to know." And Hetty tossed her head again and made a great noise clearing away the supper dishes, as she declared "It was nothing to her." The family had seated themselves in the sitting-room, the " work " being " all done up " before the expected guests arrived. Hetty had brought from the cellar a hean- ing dish of Baldwins, and polished them till their rich red cheeks shone. In the cod pantry a huge pitcher of cider was waiting, and a com popper and some ettts of pop- eom lay upon the kitchen table. Mrs. Dunlap settled herself in her favor- ite seat before the fire with her knitting work, while Hetty opened her piano and played some of her father's favorite airs. For Fanner Dunlap could refuse this one ewe lamb nothing, and when she set her heart upon a piano, the piano was bought, although he sold one of his finest Morgan horses to raise the money. While Hetty was playing, there came a knock at the door, and the fanner, nothing doubting that his guesta were waiting, hastened to light a candle and let them in. He found, however, that the singing master from the village had walked out to make a friendly calL Now when a young man walks two miles, with the mercury below zero, to call upon a pretty girl, it argues that he is pretty far gone, and the farmer ushered this unexpected visitor in, with a sense of grim amusement as he thought of his coming discomfiture. Hetty received the new comer with great cordiality, and the two were chatting very merrily when Norman and Abbie Chellis came in, a little later. Norman frowned, as he saw the singing teacher so comforta- bly established by Hetty's side, uid for a few moments a Uttle stifiGiess settled over the group. There was no good feeling be- tween the two young men. Hetty had gone to the singing school all winter in company with Norman and Abbie Chellis, but Nor- man had felt obliged to admit that Hetty seemed to care much more for Mr. Thomell's society than she did for his, during the in- termission and the brief time for chatting before the opening of the school. Then, too, Mr. Thomell led the choir, so Hetty, who was at the head of the trebles, stood next to him on Sundays, often looking over the same book, while poor Norman, who was a bass singer, was forced to take a back seat, literally as well as figuratively. It had seemed to him lately that he could never get a chance to see Hetty by herself, and 'vmen this evening, on which he had eounted so much, he found his rival already in possession rf the fi^d, he felt that it was .Tnyhsfd.. f- Farmer Dunlap took possession of him at once to talk bosiBess and settle about the sugar place, a very easy matter, whrai each aian was so desiroos of the same result. In fact, the difficulty seemed to be that it was too easy, until Mrs. Dunlap, hearing her hosbaad say " Just let us have what we need for our •wn use, and I shall be satisfied," to which young Chellis replied " No, no. I just want enough to make up what I have pnniaad to deUrer in Boaton, and yoa oaa utm liie raat," ttooght it tiiM to inteif era. fetber," she said, " tlwt aint do bonneas. Koi â-  •" Itpn ba|L Idmi tUhmJil badMts aiiisp||fa|r. •aft so ak;«nfSe toitariiirii labor." -^i /ft) Mifc T^iiirm^ cat|ha43ow^ knot, t^e matter irai' speedily MCQed, «Mi Norman was free to join the group of young people by the piano. lor a time they sans glees and quartettea, thdr VBicea Jtatutnaomg awce^. TImb they ad jonrned to the kitchen* where they popped com and frolicked until they were tired, and were glad to come back to the sitting room and sit down and quietly to eat their apples. " Name my apple," said Hetty, suddenly, to Abbie Chellu, who reqsonded womptly "Verywdl, HI name it Mr. TbomeU." Hetty bent gravely over her plate to count the seeds, and the singing-master drew near to help h«r. Norman was sure that he slyly abstracted one or two but Hetty was unconscious of it, if it were so, iac a real blush deepeded tJie color on her cheek, as Thomell said triumphantly " Eight, they bol^ love." " I'm going to take another," said Hetty, pettishly " name this one, Abbie." " Norman," returned Abbie. And again Hetty counted the seeds, as if it were a matter of life and 'death. Norman bent forward to make sure there was no cheating this time. He knew it was non- sense, mere child's play, and yet he felt strangely anxious for the result. His heart beat furiously, his breath came quickly, and when Hetty announced with a nervous laugh "Five, I cast away," he felt unaccoimt- ably depressed. It was soon nine o'clock. Abbie put on her shawl and nubia, while Norman went out to get his horse. Farmer Danlap urged Thornell to " spend the night." " It's a long cold walk to the village," he said, " and we've got a plenty of beds." Norman Chellis, coming in to say the horse was ready, did not half like the idea of his rival's sleeping at the Dunlap farm, and he volunteered, cordially enough, to drive nim' to the village. " Abbie can wait here," he said, and Abbie assured him of her entire willingness to do so. But the singing teacher declined both offers and as the merry jingle of Norman Chellis's sleigh bells died in the distance, he set out on his long, cold walk in the op- posite direction. He thought over the events of the evening as he strode rapidly over the crip snow path. If Norman felt depressed, he was far from being elated. Hetty, it was true, had shown him marked favor, but he was by no means sure of her preference. And it was of vital importance to him that he should win her. Difficulties were closing around him on every side. If he could only stave them off until Hetty was his wife, he knew that farmer Dunlap would help him for his daughter's sake, and once free from his en- tanglements he would lead a new life. He had lived fast, had done many things which he ought not to have done, but he was not entirely bad, and although in his mannish selfishness he was willing to appropriate Hetty and her patrimony to himself, he said aloud, as he walked on in the bright starlight " I do love her, and please God if I win her, I will make a good husband." " What possessed you to ask the singing master to stay to night?" said Mrs. Dunlap, when she had her husband to herseU. " Can't you see that he's dangling after Hetty I, for one, don't want to give him no chances to cut out Norman. I don't half like him, with his white hands and black beard and soft ways." " Well, well, mother," said the farmer, " there ain't no harm done, since he didn't stay, and I don't believe Hetty is such a fool as to like a finified fellow like him, with his airs and graces, better than she does Norman Chellis, that she's known all her life." " That's just the trouble," said Mrs. Dun- lap. " Girls don't know their own minds, and they're always taken with somethine new." But Hetty lay, far into the small hours, asking her own heart which of the two wooers she loved, and her heart was non- committal, and would not an8W3r. It was in the latter part of February that the young people met at Farmer Dunlap's. It proved to be the last " cold snap" of the season. Spring came on rapidly after that. The singing school closed with a grand con- cert which put a pretty little sum into the master's pocket. Nonnan Chellis had his two sugar places in operation, they being virtually but one, since it was all one piece of woods and even the fence, which once marked the ordinary line between the farms, had been mostly pulled down. He was having a famous "run of sap." Daily he carried casks of syrup to the Dunlap house, and consulted with Hetty as to clar- ifying and sugaring off, and all the details of the sweet process. But he made no pro. gress toward gettine his heart's desire. A barrier seemed to have risen between them, and he felt that he was indeed losing ground. Thomell, freed from the care of his sing- ing school, was at the farm constantly. He was singing or playing with Hetty and reading poetry to her every day and fre- quently, at dusk, they walked to the sugar camp together, driving poor Norman nearly wild with jealousy. The young people were gay and happy. Never was clear amber syrup so delicious, never did it wax so delightfully on such clear, white snow. The doughnuts, which Abbie and Hetty had fried to eat with the hot sugar, as antidote to too much sweet- ness, were criso and light. Everything was as it should be. A carnal looker-on would not have thought that any heavy hearts were hidden in that laughing crowdC but Norman Chellis was utterfy wretched, the singing master was ill- at ease, and even Hetty Dunlap's merriment was a little forced. The sugar camp lay in a 'little valley, sloping to i^e east, lying behind'the Chel- lis and Dunlap farm-houses, and about midway between them. A low hill on the north hid the Chellia farm-house, and an- other on the south, the home of the Dnnlaps Foot-paths leading over these hills made " short cuts" to the houses, whilei the c«rt road, giHUK straight down to th6 high-way, WM uud^ longer zoBte. " Can t we have » ai^uuig off?" asked Hetty on one of her visits to the sugar place. " Don't you think it would be mce, Nor- man We can have a whole load of people £rhb tlM Tpaaa^ an/AbUa aad I ONI oook up a lot of tiUi^ and well eat hot atigar out here fa tin nfods aad boive aorpar in in Mich a fiEune of had aaked him to lie dfffn ai^lAl over him, he would HiVe: done.lt jly. S3o, although tbft npor fel^ » little enough like mercy-mUdngkh^rve J and began making pliae forl|k| flouc iatl-ence. Andao it bi^fip^Md that,'a few days later, the sugar camp rang with meny voices of young people, and a gay throng walked about among the grand old Mni«ieA Mrs. DonTi^ luuT VMgtnA the propou- taon to eat snpper in the woods. " No, no," she said, " e»t your sugar »nd .dough- nats up there if yon like, but when it comes to regular meals, yoa want to have. 'em where yon («n sit detm to a table and be comfortable. So Bfartha Jackson, the "help," and Mrs. Dunlap gave up the day to the prep- aration of an ample meal, and Abbie Chellis sent over her own hired girl in the afternoon to lend a hand, knowing that there would be nothing for her to do at home. And so it happened that the Chellis house was closed and left alone. The day wore on and it was nearly dusk when Hetty and Mr. Thomell drew away from the merry group, and sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree, apart from the others. Norman Chellis watched them moodily. Poor fellow, his heart was sore. He had hardly had a chance tb speak to Hetty all day. He could not conceal from himself that she had avoided him. And now to see her so willing to accord to his rival what was denied to him, was more than_he could bear, in the dim light he could see Thor- nell wrap her shawl more closely about her and draw much nearer her side than he had ever dared, nay, Norman was sure he even possessed himself of her hand under her shawl. That hand which he would have given worlds to have held in his for a few moments. He could not bear it, and mut- tering something to Bill Stevens, his " hired man," about going to see if there was any sap left in the buckets, he strode wrathf ully away from the camp, over the hill toward the south, even in his pain and soreness choosing instinctively the path that led to his darmig's house. " Land, you needn't do that," called BilL " I've just ben all 'round and got the hulL 'Taint more'n an hour ago. " But Norman did not seem to hear. He hurried away out of sight and hearing and stood disconsolately in the fast deepening twilight leaning against one of the tall maple trees. He saw a woman running towards him through the path from the Dunlap house. He wondered vaguely who she could be, and then, as she drew nearer, he saw that it was Martha Jackson. She came up to him breathless and panting. " Oh, Mr. CheUis." she gasped. " Sheriff Stebbins is at the house, an' two men. They want Mr. Thomell. He's done something awful, I dunno what, and they'll be right along to arrest him. An' I run up the back wa to tell you 'fore they got here, an' now I must scoot back as fast as I kin, 'fore they mistrust where I've been." She diew her shawl over her head and harried away, leav- ing Norman dazed and confused. Then, as his ideas began to arrange them- selves, a fierce joy filled his heart. He should see his rival humbled to the dust. This man who had stolen his heart's desire from him, was a criminal, a felon, and he had dared to love Hetty. Ah, Hetty His heart gave a great throb. She loved Thor- nell. Her life was bound up in his, and now her happiness must be wrecked. Poor little girl. He could not save her from her fate, but perhaps he could warn Thomell in time for him to escape the officers of the law, and so spar^ her the pain of knowing that the man she loved was occupying a pri- son cell. All his bitterness had left him. His whole heart was full of pity and tender- ness for Hetty and his one desire to save Thomell, by means of the information Martha Jackson, in her eagerness to be first to tell the news had given him. He raised his eyes and Themell stood before him. " I was just going to look for you," he said. " The sheriff is after you. You know best why," and even in the dim light he could see the singing master whiten to the lips, and he knew it was no false charge that was brought against him. "Listen to me. Follow alone this hollow till you come to the big pine. Then cross over to the other side of the camp. You'll be so far up no- body'll see you. Then strike into the foot- path that leads down to my house, go into one of the bams when you get there and wait till I come. I'll find a way to help you out" Without a word Thomell obeyed, and Norman sauntered leisurely back to the camp, coming round the hill just as Farmer Dunlap came up the cartroad. He had left the sheriff at a little distance, he too having it in his heart to spare Het^ the sight of the arrest. As carelessly and unconcerned as possible he asked "Where's the singing ir aster?" and a dozen voices answered at once, "here," "there," "he was over yonder a minute ago," " where did he go to " c. " He was sitting by Hetty, the last time I saw him," said some one. " He went from me around the checker- berry knoll," said Hettv. Several run to call nim but came back saying he was nowhere in sight. " Are you sure he went that way T" aaked the farmer. " O, very sure," retumed Hetty, wearily, " I sat right here and waAched him out of sight." V "You came from that side, Norman," said the farmer, " did yon tee anytldng of him?" " Yes, I saw and spoke with him, but I didn't look to see which way he went," which was literally true. " Well,_ mother wants all you young folks to come right down to supper now. i'll see if I can't hunt up Thomell. You run along, all of yon," and as the young folks trooned off by the footpath, the sheriff and his deputies came in by the cart road. A hurried contaltation followed. It was evi- dent the bird had flown. A iath led from the direction in which Thomell had disap- peared to another road, leading to a different part of the town. It was decided that he must have taken this path. "Ifebbe he got wind of my coming," said the sheriff, "but 1 think its more likely be meant to dear oat -to-night anyway. We'U folkfw ap this track, much obleeged for the help yon gin as," and the shenff, who addom tad an amM to meke and cUdn't half like the bosineas, marched on. Farmer Danlap, retoming to the campi found Norman down on handa and kneea ' L BOOTBLACK FSEAOB^ wneaii to, ,_Jt^;^1BiU ^„ {^ a ihan herenbo-night if posaible. afford to stop boiliog when tiiere'a anch a run for sap as this." Farmer Danlap conearred in thia. Nor- maa-pramiaed-to usm iabjeBd bgr^ aadt^ two Mparatedi leavuig tSecamp alone with Bill Stevens te watch «he' boiling kettles. Norman hastened tB hia own house. He b:Kl a deep reapeet for the majesty of the law, andt waa by no meana sure he was do- ing r^t in helping Thomell off, but the titenght of Hetty uid tiiemisery in store for her, nerved him to push on hia tmder- taking. 'He found the singing master waiting in the horse bam. Hurriedly, and in silence the two men fed the stock and put things in order for tiie night. Norman harneaaed Black Bess, his fastest horse, into his most roomy sleigh. "You'd oetter come into the house and get a bite,-' he said. "Thanks, I couldn't eat," was the answer, " but where are you taking me " " I've got to go toward the Centre to get a mason," answered Norman. " I'll put yon in the bottom of of the sleigh and cover you up with robes, and I'll leave you at that little station, near Long Bridge.. The train from the south will be along in an hour and you can board it and be half way to the States before they get back from the Mills, where they are looking for you." The plan worked well. When Thomell shook himself free from the fur robes he said, "I don't know how to thank yoa for this. I am bad enough, but not quite lost," then he hurriedly told a tale of temptation and weakness, and how, in an evil hour, he had forged his employer's name to a check to raise money to meet his most pressing liabilities. " I have n9ver had a happy moment since," he went on, "and I swear to you that, if it were not for my poor mother, I would go back now, give myself up and take the consequences of my crime." " And Hettty," said Norman involuntar- ily. The singing master looked at him cur- iously. " That's it, is it?" said he. " I wondered what made you so fond of me all at once. It was on Hetty's account it seems. Well, I don't mind telling you that you are all wrong there. I dont suppose you will take me back and deliver me up now, even if you do know that Miss Hetty said ' No' to me, very decidedly, not five minutes before I found you in the woods this evening." He turned abruptly away and the two men never met again. But Norman found his mason and arranged for the work to be done, feeling as if he trod on air. Black Bess 'flew over the ground on her homeward way, and it was not late when he reined up before Farmer Dunlap's door. Still, the guests had all gone home, and the farmer had just finished telling Hetty the story of Thomell's disgrace as Norman came in. Hetty looked pale and frightened. She knew no gradations in crime, and it seemed to her she had been polluted by her ac- quaintance with a man who might have been sent to prison. Some instinct told Mr. and Mrs. Dunlap to leave the two together, so they slipped away, and when Norman sat down by her on the sofa and drew her close to his side, saying, " My poor little girl," Hetty fell to crying on his shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. Gently he soothed her and told her the story of Thomell's flight and his own hopes and fears, while she, resting quietly in his arms listened without a word untU he said " But it's all right now, isn't it dear " Then she raised her head and said " But I must tell you, Norman, how bad and foolish I have been, for I really thought I cared about him, he was so handsome, you know, and had such pleasant manners." Norman winced a little. "And I meant, I really meant to say yes, when â€" if he asked me. But this afternoon, somehow, I could not, and I don't know how it was, only I seemed to understand all at once that I had been all wrong and that â€" thatâ€" I had â€" loved you all the time." â-  ♦^ The Poet Tomyson's Home-lifs. Every now and then curious little stories leak out about Lord Tennyson's life and habits. Tennyson's home in the Isle of Wight is a modest one he has only one man- servant in the house but it is as comfortable and pleasant as most households of the same class. It is the poet's manners and customs which give it its individuality. It is under- stood that visitors do not disturb th« great man's ways, and that he behaves in precise- ly the same manner when he has company as when he has not. Every morning, in hail, rain or snow, the poet dons his firouzy cap and hia frouzier slouch hat, and prom^iades for an hour or so, none daring tadisttirb him. Every day at dinner a bottle of port is plac- ed before- the host, and Tennyson retires with it (generally when desaertjcomes on), and leaves his guests at the dinner table. The poet is to be found in the study wth hia bottle by his side, and a huge dock-glaes hdding a ^int. This is filled half with port and half with water, and the bard soleinnly fills and refills till bottle and irlass are empty. ♦ ' Only Forty Tears Ago. The steel pen did not come into use until the forties. The goose quill waa used in writing up till 1850, and the poi makers and pen menders were a regular inatitation. They went about the country making and mending pens for the fanners and merchants. The schoolmasters generally did this, and it wasqniteaperqnimte. They could make and mend the pens after their day's school teach- ing^was done, and "mother, the school teach- er is ooming to-night to nuke and mend the pens, prepare him a bed," waa a common an- nouncement among ihe farmers forty years •fft. To make or mend apen well was con- sidered a great accompbshment, and the writer worked long andputiently to acquire it. loanatillmakeaqafflpeniriA tile best of them, and yon cantnve it stiff or limber just to salt your hand. "Blotting was sand" used and the blotting paper of to-dsy waa whoUy nnknovn. To Jeld-a, letter neatly waa. an accomplishnmifleir .possetned Theirewere thtin ao'eBveloipea'mad^lettari tNM itpled with «' icafn^oiulealiw wmLL A carefal practice in foldiiUL aodaaiSvg let' twa waa taught in nighta^i^^ uiPl re- member a achoolmaMer who made quite a litUe fortune at it. â€" American Paper wag I ., agp'w **"?* 'he bar, rear tiu pbd wmt in tejbhe bootblack's n sir the stafrs to have their nether i" ities "fixed.* This was done m a nwl factory wajr by the venerable negroindl â€"but the visitors noticed that reUgJoJ: aad pi et y ee econpied prominent there. One of the visitors remarked, "j ^1 for a bootblacks' nest, but it seenu 1»lI regular gospel shop. " "I "The proprietor moistened a shoe^ittJ breath, tod drove his brush vigorondv ita snrfaoe. The gaslight danced wift figured shades to the softened strainaofS hMtre'smsuie. :Grillmore touched himoid shealdtr with the Up of his umbrella, cle,' he said; 'do you black boots or God here?' " ' With all due respect, sir, I do both ' the meek negro, without a particle ntl Ethiopian dialect. '« " Gillmore looked nonplussed, bnthel. atrack a qniRnt stream of inquiry, anj i followed it to its logical sequence.' W pays the best ' he asked as he withdrew right foot from the iron pedaL "'The Almisthty Father, sir,^ vui humble reply. ' He is the paymaster of 4 universe, sir. His workmen never strikeU wages. He declares a dividend of lovei peace every night and morning, sir. Ita aunshihe into the heart, lifts the clondi the brew, and it lightens the heavy on the.road of life, sir. "GHHmore blinked and began to wb He seemed disturbed in mind. The old i was again silent. He had bent hinuell] work on the left fbot, with a brush in c hand, and he was running both brushes 1 the regularity of a piston rod. The ma) of the theatre made another break. '"Brother Johnson,' said he, 'I you read these books when you're alia here?' " 'With all due respect, sir, I never wm J alone,' was the humble response. " ' A man as pious as you pretend to i Ought never to copper the truth,' Gill dryly observed. " I don't understand you, sir,' the replied. •' • To copper the truth, means tolie.'L Gillmore. 'Don't you know anvthine ale faro?' " 'I know that he was drowned m 1 Bed Sea, sir but I didn't know that it for lying. The Good Book says it cause God hardened his heart, sir. •" This won't wash,' Gillmore continm 'You're double banking me. Come Didn't you just tell me that you were neJ alone, and isn't that a lie? Every mail alone sometimes.' " 'With all due respect, sir, Itoldyonii truth,' the blackamoor answered. I never alone. God is 'always with me. man is out of His presence. He is ain with you, sir. The preachers wouldn't 1 cept your invitation to see the play, sir.h God accepted it. You might not have 1 Him, but He is there every night, sir. watches and guards you better than ' witched and guarded the Brooklyn Theatn sir.' "The old man had put a final gloss on tl manager's shoes, as he stood, brush in iui in the rapture of a religious fervor. 1 turned a stream of fiery exhortations upi his questioner. Gillmore sat as though s^ bound. Such imagery, metaphor, wanniJ sincerity and eloquence he had never bei before. Tears welled from the darky's ej^ as he warned the manager, in pleading ton to flee from the wrath to come. It waspif bably the most condensed revival sen that was ever delivered. The whole plan j salvation was covered in less than five i utes. GQlmore was paralyzed. He seem fascinated by the rude sophistry of thenegi No psychologist ever had a man more coi pletely in his power. The sinner was faii| on the point of conviction and contriti when a blair of trumpets from the heart I the theatre broke the spell. Satan had in some of hia fine work, and Gillmore again adrift on the sea of sin. He away right nobly, however. "•That'sworth a half dollar tome,' hea as he dropped the coin in the old man's and disappeared without waiting any poli " Four days afterward I met Henry Cl»i late superintendent of the Metropolits On hearing the story he said that the ' black was a regularly, ordained minister j the Gospel. His name is the Rev. ' Thomas, and he has a church, as Clair piiij 'up country somewhere.' " 'He is the happiest man in the cinj Clair continued. 'He makes enough blacking boots to run his church and snp{ his family. He's the most pious man I ej saw. He never eats even a bit of chef without saying grace, and he psalms and praying all day long. "I saw the Rev. Mr. Thomas a day or » afterward, and asked him whether it " true that he was the happiest man in tfaeci " 'I would be,' he replied, 'if I couldo be the means of saving the soul of Mr. more. He needs the saltpeter of salvtt' powerful bad, sir â€" ^powerful bad.' ' IS 8U According to the Pail Mall Gazelle Twain's income from royalties froin' English publishers is over £1,000, or $5,lj a year. The total area of land i«ider hop-culu tion throughout the world is estimated] abont 300,000 acres, of which nearly afoo are in Bavaria. Stamps of the value of £10,000,OOC ling are always kept in the custody of o« the officials at Sumerset House. The j' ly issue of stamps numbers about 2,000,( 000. Physicianâ€" "Now, my little fellow, must take this medicine like a man. fatiier doesn't gramble, does he, voen baa to take mecBcine " " Oh, no,"»» little feflow, " but then he takes his w water and angar. " Itia atated that the consumption o| tilled spirit increases yearly in France wj alarming manner, having doubled Witilln Snty years, and bemg to a gi«»^ tent subetitated for wine. The rel»»^ mild drunkenness occasioned by wid given piaee to the intoxication pr^ %jiiltffiadJi4aoraosataining aj"g°°]jci portion of. pEopylic, butylic, and^ijJ cohola. ** I^ortifled " wines are also ijj ed dangerous by the inixoductioD higher alcohols. §m mititmm j-r'sTri' i~fcM^M