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2 AO eee { A BLIGHTED TIME. EAR me, Aunt Ar- ethusa!” cred out Mabel Wynyard, in a tone of well- feigned ast onish- ment, “a blue rib- bon in your hair!” “And new cuff buttons, as I live!” echoed her twin sister, Effie. Miss Arethusa Whistleton looked rather sheepish. « “Well, why shouldn’t I wear biue ribboa if I’ve a mind to?” she retorted, “It’s a free country, I hope!” “Oh, yes,” laughed Mabel, “it’s a free country, And blue is certainly very becoming to you, Aunt Arethusa. Is Mr. Pouncington to be at the spelling- school this afternoon?” “I don’t know whether he is or not,” said Miss Arethusa, tartly. “Mr. Pouncington is nothing to me.” “But he may be one of these days,” retorted mischievous Effie. “Only think, Mabel, what a nice thing it would be to have a wedding in the family.” “You'll ask Effie and me to be the bridesmaids, Aunt Arethusa, won't you?” said Mabel, with the utmost gravity. “Girls, ain’t you ashamed of your- selves?” cried out Miss Arethusa, scarcely knowing whether it was best to be ple d or vexed. And just then the entrance of a vis- itor created a timely diversion, and Aunt Arethusa was allowed to retreat with her basket of turkey eggs. Miss Arethusa Whistleton was fat, fair and forty. She lived all by her- self, in a snug little farmhouse, always kept neatly painted, with a “posey bed” in front, full of scuthernwood, mari- golds, four o’clocks, and such like old fashioned flowers, and had a neat ac- count in Humbleton savings bank. But, in spite of all these substantial charms, no one had ever yet sought to gather her from the stem of “maiden meditation fancy free.” Mr. Peter Pouncington was a single gentleman, nearer 50 than 40. He lived four or five miles away, in an ancient red brick house, with a row of Lom- bardy poplars in front, and he never had got married simply because he had had a widowed aunt who kept house for him, darned his stockings and pre- pared his soup with exactly the right amount of cayenne pepper in it. “What should I marry for?” said Mr. Pouncington. “Aunt Betts understands my likes and dislikes a great deal bet- ter than any one else could do.” But one day paralysis laid his grim touch on Aunt Betts and the next day she died. “What shall I do?” said Mr. Pounc- ington helplessly the morning after the funeral. “I’d get married, if I were you,” said Squire Martin. “T don’t know of any one to marry,” sighed Peter, the Hermit. “There ain’t no smarter woman in all the neighborhood than Arethusa Whistleton,” said the squire, after a brief period of cogitation, “and she’s got a snug bit of money, too.” Thus it happened that Mr. Peter Pouncington turned his attentions in the direction of Miss Arethusa. And all this preamble will, doubtless, set fcrth the exact state of things that ex- isted on that August day when Miss Arethusa stood on the doorstep of the Wynyards with the basket of turkey eggs in her hand. “T say, Thusy!” called out Farmer Wynyard, 2s he came in from the field, “heard about the gang of burglars that’s going through the village?” “Burglars? No!” almost shrieked Miss Arethusa. “They were at eDacon Motley’s last night, and close to the parson’s night afore last,” said the farmer. “I’d ad- vise you to keep your door pretty weil bolted, and it wouldn’t be amiss to let the hired man sleep in the garret till this disturbance is over.” “Nonsense!” said Miss Arethusa, who had by this time recovered her wonted self-possession. “I’m not afraid of the burglars.” And she went her way. That evening there was a freshly- gathered nosegay of sweet-william, pinks and southernwood on the shelf, and Miss Arethusa lighted the best lamp. Who knew but that some one might perchance happen to drop in. But the old clock struck 7—8—and no one came. A quarter to 9—and Miss Arethusa, who had nearly fallen asleep over her newspaper, rose reluctantly up. “He wont come tonight,” she told herself, and blew out the best lamp. At the self-same moment the gate- Jatch creaked dolorously, and Miss Ar- ethusa, all in the dark, gave a little nervous jump. “It’s the burglars!” cried she. “And I meant to have oiled up the lock of Grandfather Whistleton’s old gun!” But Miss Arethusa was by no means a coward. Old Obediah Whistleton, her grandfather, had fought, and not discreditably, in the Revolution, and she inherited something of: his spirit. Seizing the poker, she rushed out. fol- lowed by Dan, the dog. “Sick 'em, Dan,” she cried out. “S-s- sick ‘em. Get out! Clear! I'll teach you to come disturbing folks at this time of night! Land alive!” in a sort of scared sotto voice, “they’ve fell down cellar, the whole band of ’em!” And it was but the work of a second for Miss Arethusa to close the yawning trap door, and secure it by a chain and bar. “Now, Dan,” she cried, in accents of scarce suppressed exultation, ‘‘watch em. Watch ’em, boy, till I come back!” So saying, Miss Whistleton set brisk- ly forth through the misty darkness— for the sky was overcast and threaten- ed rain—toward the house of her broth- er-in-law Wynyard, Mrs. Wynyard had gone to bed. The Miss Wynyards, Mabel and Effie, were yawningly putting up their hair in curl papers, but the farmer was yet adding up his week’s accounts in the kitchen by the light of a sputtering tallow can- dle in a tin candlestick. “Why, bless me!” cried he, opening his mouth as wide asa Dutch doll, “it’s Thusy!” “Yes,” panted Arethusa, Come quick! Burglars.” “No!” said the farmer. “Yes,” cried Arethusa, impatiently, riucking at the sleeve of his coat. “Call Jim! Get the crowbar! Load up your pistols! They’re all down cellar, and Dan's a-watching ’em!” “You don’t say so!” said Mr. Wyn- yard. “How many of ’em?” “Three, at the very least!” panted the terrified maiden. ‘Make haste, cr they’ll be escaping, and I wouldn’t miss the chance of lodging them in state prison on any account. So Mr. Wynyard, his stout farmhand Jim and two of the nearest neighbors, summoned as hastily as might be, set forth valiantly in behalf of unprotected femininity, as represented by Miss Ar- ethusa Whistleton. Dan was faithfully maintaining his post at the door of the cellar when the little party arrived on the scene, car- rying two lanterns, and nothing but the touch of Miss Arethusa’s hand on his collar could induce him to with- draw, “Be careful now,” cautioned Miss Arethusa, as Jim unbarred the lock and opened the cellar door. “Only suppose they were to rush out at you!” “Then I calculate there’d be more rushes than one!” said Jim, with a grin. Still nobody appeared, “T hope to goodness gracious they haven’t escaped,” said Miss Arethusa. “Come out, you!” bawled the squire; and at that imperative summons a be- draggled figure limped slowly forward. “T’ve sprained my ankle,” it faltered, “and I’ve fallen into the barrel of soft soap, and the dog has worried me, and now,” with a little dodge, as he espied the shining muzzle of Mr. Wynyard’s pistol, “I suppose I’m to be shot! But what it’s all about, I don’t know.” “Why,” bawled the farmer, “it’s Mr. Pouncington!” “Mr. Pouncington!” echoed Miss Ar- ethusa. And she fainted. Mr. Wynyard took the disconsolate swain home in his lumber wagon—but he never came again. “I’m not accustomed to be treated in this sort of way when I call on a lady!” said Mr. Pouncington. And, when one comes to reflect on the matter, it did seem a little inhos- pitable. “it’s me. HE TALKED TOO MUCH. Silence Would Have Been Golden in This Case. It is well to be always ready to apolo- gize for real or fancied injuries, but strict conscientiousness in this regard led one man into trouble, says the Youth’s Companion. “My dear,” said Mr. Kerjones, as he sat down one morning to breakfast, “I came near owing you an apology just now.” “How is that?” asked Mrs, Kerjones. “This way: The postman came a few min- utes ago and left a circular. I glanced hastily at the superscription and said to myself, ‘That's for my wife, but it’s nothing but some printed stuff and I'll open it.’ I opened it and read the con- tents. It was a communication calling attention to the ‘very desirable suit- ings’ for gentlemen’s wear at a down- town tailor shop. Then I looked at the envelope again and saw I had been mistaken. It was not addressed to you, but to me—and there was no harm done.” There was an ominous silence of a few moments and then Mrs. Ker- jones spoke. “Hiram,” she said, “do I ever open any mail addressed to you?” “No, of course not, but——” “When you opened that circular you thought it was for me, didn’t you?” “Yes, but——” “And just because you found out afterward that it wasn’t and | you had been guilty only in intention of meddling with mail matter address- ed to me personally you think you haven't done anything wrong and don’t owe me an apology, do you? Is that you idea of right and justice, Hiram Kerjones? It’s something to joke about, is it, that you only meant to commit an uncivil and discourteous act and did not actually do it? That will make an amusing story to tell at the club, won’t it? Suppose you hadn’t looked again at the envelope? Then it would have been still funnier, wouldn’t it? You could have told how your wife was a regular purchaser of desirable suitings for gentlemen at downtown tailor shops! You ‘came near owing me an apology,’ did you? The inten- tion doesn’t constitute the crime when it comes to opening your wife’s mail! Hiram Kerjones——” But Hiram hastily seized his hat and fled from the storm. Who shall say he did not de- serve it? : Negotiation. Prospective Tenant—‘‘Number t’r teen? It might nod be lucky to live in a house vot vas number t’rteen.” Agent —You don’t believe in such nonsense as that?” Prospective Tenant—‘Vell, vot reduction vill you make in der rent if I take cer chances?”—Philadelnhia i Inquirer. { | | 1 eo A CLOSE CALL. Sip and Tuck Between the Miners and | Northwestern inventors: the Mountain Lion. A number of sportsmen were re- cently talking over the good times they had had duck shooting last fall, when the conversation turned on hunting big game in the west. Some thrilling | box; Edgar Lawton, Omemee, N. D., adventure was related by every one in the group but an elderly man, and he in turn was asked for a story, says the Washington Star. “I don’t sup- pose,” began the silent man, “‘that any of you young fellows ever ran across a mountain lion, as they are becoming rather scarce now in the west. But early in the ’50s, when I first went to Colorado to hunt for gold, these ani- mals were quite numerous. I recall on one occasion having a little adven- ture with a lion that almost scared me out of my wits. With a partner I was working a claim in the mountains near Ouray, and one day before the very cold weather of the winter set in we both went to town to get some supplies, leaving our little cabin on the moun- tain side alone. It came on to snow so hard soon after we arrived in Ouray that we did not get a chance to return to our claim for three days. On our re- turn journey we noticed as we were climbing the hills the tracks of a moun- tain lion leading to our cabin. Present- ly, however, as we got nearer and near- er to our little home, we lost the track of the animal, and the sight of an open window, which had been carefully closed on our departure for town, caus- ed us to forget all about the lion and its presence. Well, I had reached the window and was just about to put my | get used to the idea of making the fires head into the apartment when there came a terrible growl and the next in- stant a great yellow body sprang | through the opening right on my back, its claws catching my buckskin coat and ripping it open to the waist, turn- ing me completely over and into the snow. My partner took the dangerous situation in at a glance and whipped out his gun. Then the infernal lion turned on him, making a fearful leap in his direction. Before he could fire the infuriated beast was upon him and, seizing him by the slack of his coat, shook him as though he were but a rat. I was on my feet by this time, and, drawing my revolver, I sneaked up and put a bullet right through his head. The animal groaned and fell back dead and my partner drew his breath freely cnce more. It was a close call, but neither of us was hurt, and the lion’s skin in another week was serving as a rug at the foot of my bunk.” Curious Application of X-Rays. A use for the detective powers of the X-ray has been found in the silk in- dustry. Silk cocoons are divided inte two classes, one called “masculine” and the other “feminine,” according as they yield a greater number of male or female eggs. The male cocoons are the richer in silk, but hitherto the only way to distinguish them has been by weight, the female cocoons being the heavier. Now, it is said, a simpler and surer test is furnished by the X-ray, because one end of the female cocoon is far less transparent to the ray than yap is the male cocoon on account of 2] Forchildren teething,softens the gums.reduces inflam greater accumulation of mineral salts in the eggs. Cunning. Bunco-—-But, my friend, this is a gola bar, not a gold brick. B’Gosh—All right, I’ll buy it, then! I’m too slick ter buy any gol’ bricks, though, by crackey Plain Enough. Miss Dunstan—For my part I never could understand why Desdemona fell in love with the Moor. Mr. Wise— Why, it’s all plain enough. Her father objected to it. Mutually Exclusive. First Housewife—Why don’t you happens. keep a set of books? Second House- wife—I’d rather keep my cook.—De- troit Journal. THOSE WHO WRITE. The title of Mr. George Moore’s new novel is “Evelyn Innes.” Mr. Henry Savage Landor is said to have received $25,000 as an advance on| of ten minutes. royalties for his book recounting his attempt to penetrate into the sacred city of Thibet. Mr. Henry B. Fuller, whose novels have found and charmed a large circle of the best readers, has nearly ready for publication a book containing four stories of transatlantic travel, te which he gives the fitting title “From the Other Side.” It is understood that Mr. Gladstone has chosen Mr. John Morley as his biographer and literary executor and that many of his letters and private papers have recently been sent to Mr. Morley. It would be impossible to conceive of a man better qualified, in every way, to undertake the important and delicate task of writing the life and editing the literary remains of the distinguished statesman. Jules Verne has completed a tale of adventure called “Le Sphinx des Glaces.” In France Jules Verne is considered a worthy successor of Ed- gar Allen Poe. He tells the story of how Poe’s works filled him with ad- miration and how he first derived his own inspiration for romantic story- telling from the genius of the great American writer. It is a question if the stories of Edgar Allen Poe are not even more popular in France than either in England or America, thanks to the admirable translations of Bau- delaire. Jules Verne in his latest work reveals to what extent he has been in- fluenced by Poe. In “Le Sphinx des Glaces” Jules Verne has taken up and continued the story of the hapless Ar- thur Gordon Pym, and thereby has vir- tually put himself in the place of Poe. “Le Sphinx des Glaces” is very prettily illustrated in colors by Georges Roux. Patents Issued. List of patents issued last week to Thomas H. Campbell, Seattle, Wash., bed attachment; Martin B. Donaldson and W. 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No Excuse. ; “This is very nice,” said the spectat- ; or. “I’m glad to see those two politi- cians go out of the room arm-in-arm chatting pleasantly.” “There is nothing very extraordinary about that.” “But from what I read I supposed they were antagonists and rivals.” “O, yes, they are antagonists and riy- als. But that is no excuse for hating each other. They don’t belong to the same party.”—Washington Star. The Cost of a Cigar. “What do you think of that cigar I gave you yesterday?” “Not much. It cost me $4.” “How so?” “Why, it gave my wife the idea that the gas was leaking somewhere, and she sent out for a plumber.”—Cleve- | land Plain Dealer. A Superstition Verified. Jack—So she promised you a present | of a penknife, eh? I'll wager it sev- ered your friendship. i Mack—Yes, indeed. She didn’t keep ner promise.—St. Louis Globe-Demo- crat. 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