lJrovfi buiI Philosophy. .Nameless. closely against the wall in the nar ow afraid, always deadly afraid of the sea. wasfe-'u to i r- to thi- reir ot 'he ^toie, poarca, but her dark eyes looked mourn I have seen her clench her mite of a hand ana a boy shortly appearing, took his The cummer sun is on the trses iully toward the sea, glimmering in the and strike at it, for she had a bit of a A great many men eke out what they And a path is shady position at the soda apparatus. half light. temper in her, though nothing to harm. really have with what they pretended to You sit within the porch to read, "My darling!" she whispered, "are you have. A very dainty lady. When Hiram made his first voyage, A JJay of Jane. And ls't a poem ma es you grave, dead, and has your spirit come to take for they were all seafaring men hereabouts, A man who is poor and generous has 0 happiest day of summer time! Or jupt an old love-story mine where we shall part no more?" and there was nothing for a lad to fewer friends than the man who is rich 1 see the shadows shift and climb Of maided bright, and valiant knight 4 Only the wash of the wave oelow an do but ship, the Pearl was just a little and stingy. The peaceful hills, as down the west Who rides away to glory? swered her. Sighing softly, she said: The sun goes journeying to its rest, washed out lily, a fretting until he came So live that when thy summons comes The riyer's song is low and sweet, I know the kind of story well: "Is my darling coming? I feel him so home again. And it was so whenever he you won't fear the constable who serves Where lily-leaves, a fairv fleet. fhe maiden's hair is golden, near to me, I could almost grasp him." went, tor they were sweethearts from the it on you. Are rMng, falling, by the shores, The knight wears armor as they did She^ stretched out her arms over the first time he nestled her baby face on Like boats adrift with idle oars. In days we now call oldeu. A doctor enioys bad health without low window sill, and a low voice answered his breast, when he picked her up They make their vows by moonlight,dear ever having tried it, though he has the All day the elves of June have swung In language rather stilted. her-"Pearl! Pearll" from the wreck. She was sixteen when patience to do so. The lily-bells the grass among. And then she pines alone for months, they were married, as near as we could The arms that had so long grasped only And filled the air with melody And wonders if she's jilted. Why* is a woodpecker like a tramp? guess Hiram was a mtn of twenty-four. empty air, were filled then, a3 Hiram Like that which comes in dreams to me. But he comes gaily back, to find Answer. Because he bores for his grub. She prayed him to stay at home then, and stood under the low window. And lilac trees from nodding blooms She is of maids the truest, Boston Globe. Have spoken incense like perfumes, he stayed a year, but he fretted for the "Do not move, love," she whispered, And loviier far than maidens are To lull men in a Lotus dream sea, and he went again, thinking, I s'pose, pressing her soft lips to his "I always There iz lots ov pholks in this world With even eyes the bluest Of drifting down an enchanted stream. that his wife would get used to it, as'well whose only importance konsists in their wake when you move." Notlovlier, sweet, than you to-day, With sunshine ou your bower, as all wives hereabouts must do. But The sky has seemed.the whole davthrough being exklusive.Billings. "But now," he said, "you are already A leafy nook, in which you look Like a great violet, overturned, she never did -never. It was ju9t pitiable awake See, Pearl, your trust was heaven-given. It is the silent watches of the night The v*ry fairest flower. With sunshine filtering through its blue: to see her go about, white as a corpse, It is myself, your fond, true that render alarm clocks necessary.Cincinnati While careless, idle, unconcerned, Would I might read the story, too, when Hiram went away, never looking husband, little one, who will never leave Saturday NigM. I lay among the grass and heard And chat with you about it at the sea without a shudder like a death you again." The happy carol of the bird, Perhaps it's just as well I can't Any man pays too much for his whistle chill. All through the war it was just And saw the clouds go drifting by "It fs true! You have come She Indeed, I do not doubt it. when he has to wet it fifteen or twenty awful-, for Hiram enlisted on board a A pretty ptcture, dear, you make, cried at last, bursting into a torrent of Between me and the tender sky. times a day.Saturday Night. And in my heart I'll frame it man o'-war, and Pearl was just a shadow No discord mars the low, sweet tune happy tears. "I knew you were not dead. We are never more deceived than when I do not know what your cal'ed, To which is set, this day of June, when he came home the last time." You could not be dead and my heart not A poem from the heart o'. God, And so I cannot nameit. we mistake gravity for greatness, Solemnity tell me." It was long before they&could "After the war?" Wrote out on sky, and tree, and sod, for science, or pomposity for erudition. think of anything buc the happiness'of a "Yes, sir but he made no money And I, who love te dream away THE ST05E-CL ITERS STORY. The long hours of the happy day, re-UDion after the many years of separation, of any account, and so went away Have talked with Nature, and have heard There is a sort of constructive consolation but at last, drawing Pearl closer, again, after staying at home a long spell. He was whistling over his work, careless, Her voice in brook, and breeze, and bird. in thinking that a great many people Hiram whispered"I walked from Well, he never came back. 'Twasn't no from lng custom, ot the solemn euch strange things as she has told will freeze to death next winter.- Oh love, and am enormously hungry." manner of use a telling Pearl he was lost signifh ance of the letters he was cutting N. 0. Picayune. The secret of the sunshine's gold And Pearl's merry laugh chased the she'd just shake her pretty head aDd say in the white marble. The June sun was The mysteryof the tasseled corn An audience cannot be too thankful last shadows from her hpppy face, and 'He'll come back.' Not a mite of mourn nearly at tte end of the day's journey, How roses break apart at morn! when it hears a letter read from a statesman she bustled about the room preparing ing wonld she wear, even after his own sinking slowly to rest upon the bosom of This happy day I have been near instead of listening to an expected To Nature's heart and felt it biat supper. mother gave him up and went black: the broad Atlantic, whose waves washed So close that I could feel and hear speech. tor, sir, it stands to reason he's dead "Supper for twa!" she cried gleefully. tl shores of the little seaport town of Her loving thoughts and fancies sweet. Alexander the Great used to say that yeans ago." The grand old house in New York is Monkton. A stranger, handsomely dressed he was mora indebted to Aristotle for tenanted by its owners, and Hiram goes in gray, with large, lustrous brown "It looks so." The Long and the Short of It. giving him knowledge than he was to to sea no more but in the summer time eyes, came to the fence that was "Of course it does nobody else doubts his father for life. two happy people come for a quiet month around the yard where the stone-cutter 'Tis the curious-est thing'" it but Mrs. Goldby's last words were to the little white cottage at Monkton, worked, and read the lettering, almost See how the little busy bee improves Along in the early spring, when the 'I'm going to meet Hiram,' and thfy say and have always to listen to Davy's tale each shining minute :how gayly lights he completed, upon the tombstone: plow had turned the moist brown earth the dying know. But even then that on your nose and sticks his stinger in it, of the evening when he was cutting Hiram HIRAM GOLDBY, open to the sun. Mother Crinkle's heart didn't make Pearl think so. She wore Fulton Times. Goldby's tombstone, and ended by Aged 35. was stirred within her. The oddest little mourning for her who bad been the only smashing it into atoms. woman she. It was as if she had ex Envy is frequently the foundation of LOST AT SEA, JANDAKY, 1866. mother she knowed of, but not weeds "For," is the invariable ending ot the baled and all left was a trim, scant false reports. There is a jealousy which The last six was nearly completed. A Weeds was for widows, she said, and she tale. "Pearl was right, and we were dress, with a crook in the back, a tidy renders the success of others a provocation strange pallor gath red for a moment wasn't a widow." wrong, alt of us for Hiram Goldby was neckerchief a*d a funny stick-up cap. of raelevolence. upon tie stranger's face and then he "But the stone?" lost at sea, sure enough, but he was not Only under the cap was a live, sweet The man who continually does wrong drew a loDg, deep breath and said: "Well, sir, I'm coming to that. A year dead, and he came to her faithful love a? face, and under the kerchief was a live, under the impression that no one will "Is not ten years a lone time to be ago, sir, a fine gentlemaa from France cu+ting letters on a tombstone, friend?" she alwavs aid ho w^iild." sweet heart: else how could it have find it out is simply rubbing his nose came here hunting for a child, lost on stirred within her when the earth was against his own grindstone. "Eh, sirt" this coast. He'd heard of Pearl by happen A Tin-Clad Dog. new? The stone-cutter looked, shaded his Early to bed and early to rise makes a chances, if there is such, and came For scores of years, every single year, eyes with his brown hand, as he turned man healthy, wealthy and wise but early In these times of mad dogs, one which here. When he saw the clothes, he just when this strange old planet had whirled to ryes and tardy to bed makes a mans his face to the setting sun. got his head into a tin jar a few nights fainted like a woman." around into its spring-time, Mother nose turn caidinal red. "This is 1876." was the grave reply, ago at the residence of W. T. Chandler, "She was related, then?" Crinkle had dug and hoed and raked ''and fliram Goldby has been then years The heart of many a burned-out merchant Beaver Valiey, Del., was the maddest of The stranger's voice was husky, but th over her beloved garden-patch, and under the waves." has been hurt by thoughtless insurance all, but happiiy he was not mad from an sea air was growing chill. drawn her seed bags from the topmost "Well sir, that's the questionis he companies inquiring into the cause attack of hydrophobia. Spooking around "Her father, sir." sell, and had sown and planted the seeds there?" of a fire.iV 0. Picayune. Mr Chandler's back yard, he found in an "He took her away?" in the hills and straight rows waiting "Is he there? Your stone tells us he There wouldbeless willingness to go to open summer kitchen a tall tin jar, with "He tried to. Hetoid her of a splend And then had watched and cared for, and is and has been for ten years." war if the shot of the enemy were distributed something in the bottom which made him ed home he had in New York, for he'd weeded and watered, and guarded from "Yes, sir, so it doesso it does. And like prize moneythe largest part thrust his head in a considerable distance followed his wife and child, s.r, to the bug and beetle, until at last, *when the yet shehasorleredit. She came over a to the higher ranks. to reach the palatable morsel at the bottom, city they had never reached. He was strange old planet had slipped into its week or so back with a worried look upon How sturdily English was the declaration which we believo, was potato yeast rich and lonely. He begged his child to autumn, everything was gr wn and her sweet face that I have never seen anything of Cobbett: "I speak not only that I Probably not from the effects of 1e yeast, go, but she would not. 'Hhaui will come ripened, and she gathered and garnered but patient in the long years, ana can be understood, but so that I cannot but from some cause, the dog's head from herp lor me,' she said, 'and he must fin the roots and the fruits of it all. she said to me: 'You may cut a stone, be misunderstood." the nose to behind the ears grew so large me where he left me."' Then she folded her hands and was Davy,'she says,'and put "it up in the Cider may be a goodtemperance drink, that the can pesisted upon remaining on "On what has she lived?" glad. And the garden-earth was glad, churchj ard, and I don't want to see it. but I kan manage to git so drunk on it his head. When the dog found that he "Sewing, sir, mostly. The cottage was because it wanted to rest I'll pay you whatever you choose to ask, that I kan't tell one ov the 10 commandments was fairly caught and not being able to old Mrs. Goldby's, and bless you, Pearl 'Tis the curious-est thing," she Davy,' she says, 'but he's not dead, and from a bye-law or a base kail howl himself, he commenced a series of did not eat much more than a bird, and said. don't want a tombstone.' 'Lor, mum,' klub. Bilhvgs. gymnastics that made more noise than her dresses cost next to nothing But says I, he a turned up all these years if It was an uutumn day. Fair upon the half a dozen dogs. Hf tugged at the can All the favorite old infidels aad humbugs there's no denyiDg she was very poor he was not dead But she shoe her hills in the sunlight stood the sheaves with his feet, he snorted ana sneezed and are just now busy maping out their very, and yet the gland home and big fortune pretty head, the prettiest I ever seen, sir, of corn, finished and waiting. Piles of would have growled if he could he rolled lecture route for next winter, while the never tempted her. So her lather and she said: 'My heart never told me red-cheeked apples lay under the trees over on his back, stood upon his hind feet, good man is wondering where his fuel is came on and on to see her, until April fiat he wap dead, Davy, and I'll never a hundred yellow pumpkins were tumbled and shook himself, but that can was to come from. An' he died, sir, and left our Pearl all his believe it till my heart tells me so.'" in the fence corner pears dropped "thar" and he could not remove it. Taking There is no need of almanacs in this fortune and the grand house in New now and then iron the bent boughs, purple a cruise around the id he jabbed "His sweetheart?" questioned the country. One can tell the approach of York But she'll not go, sir, she'll die grapes hung heavily from the vine the big end of his tin elongation against stranger. spring and fall by the number of men here, waiting for Hiram, who'll never lovely, idle clamistis was one wreath of the yaid fence, jairmed through a bunch "His wife, sirhis loving, faithful wife, who shakp hands with him and pick out come." plumes creeper clung tenderly to the of dahlias, swept down a swath through that had poverty, and loneliness and the fat offices they hanker to fill. The stranger lifted his face that had ng to the old wall, its five-fingered leaves full of the potato patch, and emerg misery, her full share, and might ha' bet If the man who kills himself on account been half hidden in his hand and said: scarlet and amber and crimson and gold onion bed he took a roll in it, and tered herself." of disappointed love could only return "There was a shipwreck in the Pacific an army of goluen rod hedged the lane, comming back to the open kitchen again "How was that?" to earth and loaf around until the Ocean, Davy, years and years ago, and nodding its crests in the wind, the great he sent the breakfast table hors de combat, nearest daily went to pres, he'd see where 'Mr. Miles, sir, the richest shop owner one man was savedsaved, Daw, by sav elm above hung out a banner or two legs upwards. By this time Mr. he didn't miss making a fool of himself. ereabouts, he waited patiently lor seven ages who made hi a slave, the worst of while at its feet the astors stood ready Chandler had so far recovered from the *ong years, trying to win her. Then he Young man, perhaps yu had better be slaves! But one day this sailor saved the to grieve out their stary blue eyes. Everything, tears ingendered by the terrible racket a munky than a philosopher if yu play said that she wasfiee even if Hiram came life of the chiefs daughter, who was in like the corn, was finished below, that he ventured from his bed to the munky well,'mankind will look upon back the coils of a hugh snake, and the chief re and waiting. see what was the matter. Opening the themselves az superior to yu, and toss yu "Enoch Arden," muttered the strange leased him. More than that he gave him kitchen door, the dog hearing a noise Even Mother Crinkle's busy hands haffs and quarters, but if yu play the "What did you say, sir?" choice spices and woods and sent him made a bounce in that direction, almost were stayed, or she would never have philosopher they will rkonsider yu "Nothing, nothing. "What answer did aboard the first passing ship. So the sai ramming the bottom of his tin can that paused to say, "Tis the curious-est thing." superior to them, and shun yu ackordinly. the widow make, Mr. Miles?" lor landed in a grsat city, sold his presents stuck to him "close" than a brother" into Mother Crinkle sat in the door. As Billings. If Hiram's dead,' said she, 'I'm his and put the gold in safe keeping Mr. C. 's face. Frightened for the in she spoke, Joey, the mottled cat, rubbed How tunny! If you see a merchant faithful wife.' "Maybe you are from the Then he traveled till be reached the seaport stant at such a queer kind of an animal. fondly against her and Shep, the dog, studying up the sailing days of foreign citv, sir, and haven't heard the story of town where he was born, and coming Mr. Chandler shut the tin-headed beast lazily winked off a fly and looked up steamers, you form a high opinion ot hia our Pearl?" there at sunset, heard the stoiy of out, but after a moment's consideration, into her face and the chickens stopped business but if a cashier does it you "What story is that?" his life from the lips ot a man cutting his he grasped the situation and boldly went to listen, and the boy Ned turned from draw your deposit from his bank ia- "Well, sir, it's been told many times, tombstone." out and grasped that tin can, and with a his Jack-o'-lantern to hear wnile the stanterLowell Courier more particularly in the last year, but Not a word spoke Davy. Standing dexterous effort he threw the fuzzy end maiden, leaning against the fence, turned ye' re welcome to what I know of it No man can go down into the dungeon erect, he siezed an immense sledge hammer, of it over the fence, but held on to the her graceful young head. For all wanted There, that six is done, and IT leave the of his experience, and hold the torch of and with powerful blows from strong, tin end. The dog pulled and Mr, Chandlor to know what was curious to Mother Scripture text till morning. If you'll truth to all the dark chambers and hidden uplifted arm, dashed the arble into pulled, and at last the separation Crinkle, as she sat looking down across come to the gateway and ake a seat on cavities, and not come up with a fragments. Then, panting with exertion, came, Mr. C. performing a somersault on her garden-beds. And she told tnem. Borne of the stones, I'll tell you, that is if shudder and a chill as he thinks of the he held out his brawny hand to the strangera one side of the fence and the dog at the Last spring, dears, I planted that bed you care to hear it." time when he undertook to talk politics stranger no longer. other. with seedsthe costliest seed in all the "I do care," wasv etter'work in my life with the deaf old father ot his first sweetheart the Grave reply "I "I've done no seed-book, with the greatest, longest want very much to hear the story." while the girl was present. than I've done in the last five minutes, name and the beautitulest picture to look At the Soda Fountain. "Maybe you're some kin to tin Pearl Hiram. Go home, man, and make Pearl's at. Well, I looked and looked an' never of Monktonthat's what they call Mrs. A Practical Sweetheart. heart glad. She don't need it, Hiram Hand in hand they entered and stood a seed of 'em all came up. An' I says to Golobv hereabouts. It's a matter of she don't need it. You asked me about before rhe machine, gazing wonderingly myself: All my care has been for A nice young man employed in the thirty-three years back, sir, that there the stone. neighbors drove her to at its beauties, when the bustling vender naught! But by and bywhat do you Kansas Pacific office resolved the other was a wreck off Monkton rocks, that vou ordering it, twitting her that now she was of the "ejffervescent," with his hand on day to present his beloved girl with a think, dears? Some how, by hook or by can see from here, sir, now tide's low. rich, she grudged the stone to her the valve, in his unctuous tones demanded, nice pair of shoes. He accordingly procured crook (how the clouds only knowI Cruel rocks they are, and many a wreck husband's memory. So she toid me to "What kind of syrup?" This her measure and went into one of don't), one single squash seed had got into they ve seen, the more the pity. You see cut it, but says, 'Don't put dead upon it, was something "Jake" evidently wasn't the fashionable stores on Main street and my nice ground, and it came up, ana them, sir?" Davyput lost at sea for Hiram's lost, prepared for, but he took in the situation purchased a two-dollar pair of shoes. 'In it grew, and it grew, and grew, till it "I see them." but he'll be found and come back to me. at a lance, and determining not to appear order to make the present appear morevaluable spread all over eyervthing and went over "Well, sir, this one wreck, thirty-three She never looked at it, Hiram, never. And ignorant, in a tone which implied as he marked five dollais upon the the fence-top besides. Then it blessomed, years ago,. there was nothing washed there's not an hour, nor hasn't been tor strong as any thing could imply that the soles of the shoes, and at his request the and the squasnes set an' set and ashore but a bit ot a girl-baby three or ten years, that she hasn't been looking for clerk put a receipted bill for five dollars b. v. aforesaid knew his business, and then they grew, until I thought they Dur years old, with a skin like a lily .eaf, you to come back. Go to her, man, and into one of the shoes. The presentation could fit out any pair of country sweethearts would burst themselves. And there I and great black eyes. Hiram Goldby the Lord's blessing be upon both of you.' was made, and the lovers were happy, as who called on him, with just the have now a family of twelve squashes, as found her on the rocks. He was a boy ot So, grasping the hard, brown uand. lovers should be. But mark the sequel. right kind of syrup, and no other, he remaiked, big as ever you saw and as yellow as twelve years, strong and tall, and he Hiram Goliby took the path to the little "Wall, I reckon as I ain't particular." butter, all a settin' in their green leaves The girl examined the shoes in the daylight carried the child in his arms to hih white cottage where he had been born Down goes the valve, and the An' nobody ever asked 'em to come! So and was not satisfied. She was convinced mother. You may see the cottage, sb, forty-five years before. The sun had set bottom of Jake's glass is filled with lemonsyrup, you see, my children, how the first is that her iover had been cheated in the sjcond white one on the side of the and the darkness was gathering, but a that being the cheapest, while the the purchase of such a pair of shoes at last and the last first an' there hill." little gleam of light streamed from the v., with his most winning smile, turns that price. She decided to go and change ain't no knowin' how things will "I see it." window of his cottage. He drew near to the owner of the little finger mentioned the shoes and obtain a bitter bargainYesterday turn out. An' it is the curious-est thing Well, Hiram took the baby there, and softly, and standing on the seat of the pbove, and propounds the same query. she appeared in the store and in all creation how the Lord gives an' Mrs. Goldby was the same as a mother to poarch, looked over the ha I curtain into No A the gentle creature had heard the selected a pair of shoes, price $3 50, and takes, and helps an' hinders and that is ita good woman, God bless her soul th neat bur poor sitticg room. query when addressed to Jake, and wondered politely requested the clerk to take back the long is the long and the shsrt of the the Widow Goldby." It was not the grand house, Pearl's thereat, buc was reassured by the the shoes for which she said her husband whole matter." "Is she dead, then?" heritage in New York, but Pearl herself answer as she had caught it. though why had paid five dollars. The receipted bill And Mother Crinkle laughed a little Aye, sir, six years agone. The baby was there. A slender woman, with a was produced in proof, and the boot man she had smiled at it at the time was rather mellow laugh, that almost had a tear in I was telling you of, sir, talked a foreign pale, sweet face, and black hair smoothly found it impossible to go "behind the returns." puzzling but now, when it was put to it.Ihe Independent. lingo, and was dressed beautiful in rich banded and gathered into rich braids at The smart girl took ber $3.50 herself, she hesitatid, stammered, clothes, that must have cost a power ot the back of her shapely head. Her dress pair of shoes, and obtained $1.50 in blushed crimson, and finally, with a sly Goodwin perceived one morning that money. But never would Hiram or the with a plain dark one, with white ruffles, money, and went borne happy and satisfied. glance at Jake, blurted out, "I guess I'll the milk he was pouring into his coffee widow sell them, putting them up carefully cuffs and an apron. The boot seller sent a bill for three take a tickler, too." The b. v. disappeared cup was none of the richest. On this he in case the ch Id was ever looked dollars to the young man, who promptly She had been sewing, but her work was under the counter for two or three said to his hostess, "Haven't you any for. She was that pretty, sir, and that paid the difference, but he thinks that put aside, and presently she came to the minutes, during which a strange sort of milk more cheerful than this?" "What dainty, that everybody called her Pearl, girl a little too smart for him.--Kansa* open window and threw aside the curtain noise, as of a bubdued earthquake, was do you mean by that?" "Why, this milk though she was not like our girls, but City Timet, -f C7 She did not ee the tall fiuure drawn heard from that direction, after which he seems to have the blues." She fainted. sA^s 1 ninritiu **& ^.JAv,..,L..^.,J