The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-04-08

to pay so small sum of money out Of
his thousands.
The curse of the miser was upon him |;
his property was divided among rela-
tives, but who would follow him to his
eternal home Mrs. Hatch, IN Youths
Companion.
The LOST Where are
my spectacles p said grandmother Hill
grew. She looked for them in the Bible,
on the mantel, i'm all her boxes, but they
were not to be found. Then little Emily
came peeping in at the door, disguised in
her grandpa's hat and coat and boots.
Besides, she had beard on her chin
made out of piece of an old muff, and a
tow bag stuffed with newspapers on her
back.
sole tlo' to SELF" she said, in a dis
guised voice.
"No, no." answered grandmother
Hilligrew, installing her for a dwarf
who lived down in the hollow, and whom
she had met on the road with bag on
his back. "No, no; we don't sell our
old clothes-we give them away"
"Will 200 div some to meT asked
Emily, still trying to talk like man.
But this time her grandmother knew her
voice.
"WhyI' she exclaimed, cit is EN-
lily. l couldn't see you without my
glasses"
"But they are on 90 nosew laughed
Emily.
Then grandmother Hilligrew put up
her hands, astOnished, and found that
all the while she had been looking for
her spectacles through her spectacles.
"And / had them without knowing
it," she said; and she added, softly,
"And that is often the way, in this
world, with happiness-we keep search
ing for it, while all the while it is ours.
How happy l was when ! was a little
girl like Emily but / didn't know it
then"
"And amt 90 happy noww asked
Emily, who was listening.
"Yes, yes" said grandmother Hill
ligrew, Gas happy as an old woman
can be-"
sob, I'd be happy if 1 were an old
,'ooman % said Emily; 81 TODD wear taps
and make take. / wis l was an old
oomanw Then she made a courtesy,
saying, "No old tlo'? Yen dood day"
And her grandmother, looking after
her, said:
"Ah, little Emily, you are right; the
woman is happy, or happiness is near to
her hand, like the lost spectacles."
The average Detroit youth sits up
late, and when six o'clock in the morn
ing comes he is i'm his soundest sleep.
The father depends on him to make a
fire, and he turns over in his bed and
calls out, Solomon, it's six o'clockW
Boy dreams of chasing a rabbit into a
hollow log, and while he is hunting
around for an AK the old man calls out,
"Come, Solomonv' The boys dream
changes, and he thinks he is husking
corn to get money enough to 60 to Dan
Rice's circus. He is making the ears
fly when the old man rips out, "Sol-o-
mon Springbrook % Boy moves I'M
easily, and dreams that he is playing
base ball, and sees crowd of admiring
spectators seated on the top of the fences.
eff that boy don't rouse, I'll make him
think he's sent for" mutters the old man
as he looks at the clock, and then,
sitting up in bed, he shouts, ooh, Sol!
Oh, Sol!' The boy dreams that he is
loafing around the opera house door and
boring people for checks, and he is about
to get one when the old man slips up,
pulls the quilts up, hammers away at
him with the hair brush, and chuckles,
"There, guess you won't want me to
wake you up more than fourteen times
more" AS the boy pulls on his pants
and gets into his vest, he mentally de-
clares that he'll run away that very day
and become pirate.-DetroH Free Press.
A PARTY of men animatedly engaged
in discussing politics before country
store, attracted the attention of an aged
agriculturist.
"There's sumthin' the matter here"
he observed to his wife; and, drawing
up his team, he lightly shouted to con-
sumptive individual on the outskirts,
whats feOtY
"Twelve inches" was the sardonic
reply.
The aged agriculturist drove on.