The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1891-05-21

rifle energy, AMI we have volcano. We
ind shat these outpourlngs that have
lam Tor countless ages many thousands
of feet below the snrlac, are vel
adapted to serve the purposes of man.
Many IL vine yard tiourishes on the vol
canic ashes from Nesurius, and vol
canic mud has clothed the hills of New
Zealand with fine forests and its plains
with luxuriant vcrdure. The most
wonderful display of the results of vol
canic energy is seen in the northwestern
corner Of our own land. region of lofty
forests and of great fertility. Goit-
M"Gite's GeOgraphicai Magazine.
n Delightful Fiirtation.
"My dear" said society girl to her
bosom friend, Il found a gray hair this
morning, which | am sure must be the
result of an adventure | had the other
night at the Snooks party. If you will
promise ON your word and honor not to
tell"
Il promise"
We'll, you know young Jimmy Trad
dles?'
Used to fight with him when We
We're little"
He took me to supper.
a bad selection on your part. for he
almost always takes too much wine"
so | have heard. He may have
been lingering for III ore champagne, and
so left me longer than he should in the
corner of the supper room, after bring
ing me some terrapin and said. Any
how, | wanted chicken croluette, and
| asked yonng man whose face was
familiar to me to bring me one. lie
did so promptly. and engaged him in
conversation. | thought he was rather
bashful, and his reply to my first re-
mark was simply" Yes. mees." His ac-
cent made me sure was safe in say
ing:
Il think met You the other night at
the French Legation?"
No, mees; | do not think So he re-
piled. But we had met on other happy
occasions
BY this time ! was convinced that
he was s.n attache OF one Of the foreign
embassies. / have weakness for
foreigners, you know; they do tiirt so
charminsIy. SO | giggled and said:
1T Is very nice of you to say that
they We're happy occasions.
All, mademoiselle mnst know il i
ho responded with an air of ecstacy.
"' But you foreigners are given TO
compliments that one hesitate. to be-
lieve anything You say.
'Ah. mees,' he said sighing heavily,
'ze ladies Of Amerilue are so very beau
tiful.'
"Evilently he was not so bashful as
! had imagined. In response TO this
galIent remark | venturel to inquire in
what respects he considered that Amer
lean women eXcolled as to loyelinaSs.
IN et1eTy respect, mees, he replied.
Particularly in Ze beauty of wlIat you
call it ah. yes. their hides
Il couldnt help gi@giing again at
that, but | checked myself and cor
rected him, saying:
You must say skins-nOt hides.
But, he objected, with an accent of
doubt, Ihaye been told that it is not
proper to speak of young ladies' skins.
Then ! gigeled some more. but, not
wishing to pursue the discussion fur
ther, changed the subject and said, as
! saw the delinquent Jimmy T.add es
making lis way in my direction, that
my day was Tuesday, and l should be
very pleased to have him call. l per-
mitted the amlable foreigner to relieve
me of my empty plate acourtesy which
he thereupon proceeded to bestow
also.upon seven or eight other girls in
my immediate neighborhuod. extend
ing with the utmost GOODNESS line of
plates i'll order to avoid the vulgarity of
piiing them along one arm all the way
from his finger tips to his chin. Then
waving napkin at me with the other
hand, he said as he turned away:
1t will gif me much pleasure to
call upon you, mees.'
Within the last thirty seconds the
situation had suddenly dawned upon
me. ] had been conversing with i
waiter. = Washington Star.
1t Was a One-.:i,ied Conversation.
The little girl who talks to her mother
i'll the railroad car started another cross
examination of her mother the other
day, rs the train was dashing along to-
ward New York. The injudicious
mother wa; reading.
Mamma, you didn't speak to Mrs.
Brown when We got on, says the child.
Her mother does not hear her.
She's sitting right in front of u.s."
This in loud whisper.
Aren't you ever going to speak to
her again?'
NO, dear" answers Mamma, net lift
ing her eyes.
Not if she takes back what she said
about the choir?"
"No, dear"
Some of their neighbors began to
smile and general conversation goes ont
of fashion for the time.
"And can't 60 to her house again ?"
mo, dear"
Has she got it on ?"
There is no answer to thi: question,
and soon in still louder whisper
comes:
Mamma. is that tine bonnet that you
told papa about?"
YES, darling"
Are those the feathers ?"
"Yes, dear"
@What made you say she looked like
n fright in ii 2" No answer to this.
You told papa So
"1cs, dear"
Mamma" in a louder whisper. she's
looking at you Some one filters
" Yes, dear"
She looks mad"
"Yes, dear"
The brakeman slams the door and the
mother looks up from her book just in
time to hear the child go on:
Il guess she heard what You said
about the bonnet"
What bonnet, DEAR"
Mrs. Browns. You said"
stop your chatterinp, says the mother
sterniy while blush steals up from her
throat to her forehead. Don't orea
your mouth again" Then she reads
again, but she forgcts to turn pages and
the blush fingers in her cheek until the
train draws into the station and the peo-
pie crowd ont from the car. r.-Neac York