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The Woman and tho Rose.

A traveller stopped at a little cabin in
the Georgia woods. He wore a white
rose on his coat-one that a little girl
had plucked and pinned there as he was
leaving home.
A woman entered the cabin. She
stood and gazed at the rose a moment;
then. darting forward, she tore it from
the strangers coat and stamped it on
the rude floor.
''Why did you do that?" asked the
stranger, leaping to his feet.
Hush" said a nan who was sitting
near. That's my wife, and-and-she
amt right here"-tapping his forehead.
I'VE had a little girl once, with blue
eyes and hair like a sunset. She
wandered off among the roses one day
lost, lost.-an' when we found her
she was where the roses grow, an they
were creepin' owe her. An the wife
there vent mad. an now she says the
roses stole the child and hid her away
from us forever, an she goes about an
tramples them-just like she did the
rose there, on the 1oor!"-Atianta Con-
stitution.
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None of Them Had Homes.

A well-known broker was saying last
night that a few days ago he had been
engaged at his Office chats what he
said) until far into the morning. Il
boarded a car" he said, "at Madison
street. At Congress street a crowd of
people got on and filed the car. As
we proceeded several other passengers
entered and had to stand, among them
an old Irishman.
las street after street was passed
and not a single seat was vacated a
comical look of WEAKNESS stole over his
face, until at last, just as we passed
Twenty-second street, he could stand
it n o longer, and looking slowly around
the car, he said: For the love of
Heaven, is there none of youse have
homes. '"-Chicago Post.
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Bound to he in the Swim,

She was just back from her summer
outing, and of course she could talk OF
nothing else.
We've had just the loveliest time,
she said. "We've been five weeks at
Primrose-Pla e-Lakeside."
Realty" exclaimed her friend. 81
don't believe 1 ever heard of the place
before"
"Oh, it's our summer home, you
know" she explained. I'VE christened
it Primrose ace-by-the-Lakeside, and
we had that put ON all our letter
paper in beautiful gold letters. 1t was
too lovely for anything"
Near what lake is it?"
"Why, it isn't really near any lake.
That isn't necessary, you know. You
see, most of the year it's grandpa's old
farm up in Wisconsin, but in the sum-
mer we call it Primrose-Place-by-the-
Lakeside because it's so much more
aristocratic. and we have to be in the
swim."-Chicago Post.
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The Flight of Birds.

Owls move in a bouyant manner, as
if lighter than the air. Ravens when
on the wing spend much time striking
each other, and often turn on their
backs with a loud croak and seem tc
be falling to the ground. In fact, they
are scratching themselves with one
foot and have lost their center of crawl
ty. Crows and davis swagger in their
walk. Woodpeekers fly opening and
closing their wings, and so are always
rising and falling in curves. When
they run up trees they use their tails,
which incline downward. as a sort of
support. Most of the birds fly by
jerks, rising and falling as they ad-
vance, and most of these hop: but wag-
tails and larks walk. Skylarks rise
and fall perpendicularly as they sing.
WOODLANDS hang poised in the air, and
titlarks rise and fall in large curves.
singing as they come DOWN.. Y.
Sun.
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Vhibodal,x Sentiut1.
WHERE MOTHER is.

nae put away my paper with the story half
complete.
What were all the fancied heroes to the baby
at my feet?
Daring deeds and studied sayings could not be
as dear by half
AS the pathos Of her prattle and the music ot
her laugh.
She should be my daring rider mounted with
out boot or spur
On my knee, while from the parlor mother
looked and laughed at her;
But my little blue-eyed Amy soon grew tired of
her bliss;
From my knee she struggled, saying: 81 want
TO go where mother is"
But a man came from the city who was hand
some, tall and good,
AND our Amy sud she loved him with her heart
Of maidenhood;
So we gave away our Amy and she went to live
with him,
Till one day they called her mother, when an
echo strange and dim
Filled and thrilled her with a longing for the
country's quiet ways
SAID she'd like to make a visit in the coming
autumn days.
''Tell ne where:" her husband asked her, nut.
ting both her hands in his.
With a glad smile Amy answered: Il want to
so where mother is"
am old and sometimes fancy wrinkled face is
Just as fair
AS the dimpled cheek Of childhood hiding all
its laughter there.
And the silver hair of Amy Is a little dearer
grown
Than her golden curls, since mother went and
left US here alone.
So try 10 comfort Amy, as we bow beneath
our loss,
Telling her the heart is never without strength
TO bear its cross.
And the grave Is but the portal of another
world than this.
Amy only answers, saying: 81 want to go
where mother is"
ALFRED Ellison, in Chicago Record.
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place on the rock they were drenohed
to the skin. But that was a good deal
better than being eaten by turtles.
And, as they sat for an hour watch
ing the turtles pass them on the way
to the bottom of the canyon, the rain
poured down and daylight made its APP
pearance.
After the last turtle had passed they
were compelled to sit there where they
were for some time to allow the storm
to abate a little. They put in their
time watching the turtles rolling over
one another in the pools at the bottom
of the canyon.
clone tearing through a forest, and,
looking up, the two men saw a wall of
water several feet high tumbling over
the powders.
1t was a cloudburst that had caused a.
freshet, and it was all tumbling on top
of the turtles. It passed over the
turtles like a Niagara and in . moment
they were all being churned like chips.
Their shells were cracked and broken
and they rolled over in the widest con
fusion.
But it only lasted a moment, and
then the water rolled them down the
canyon out of sight of the two men on
the rock.
BY this time the rain had ceased and
Mike and Jack went to look for their
horses. San Francisco Call.
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before he was ready to start. Then
they jumped from one turtle to another
for some time, and it seemed to
the men as if they covered the earth.
But they kept on and knew that unless
they fell they were safe.
Soon there began to be a little space
between The turtles, and it appeared as
if they were getting to the edge of the
herd; but they discovered that the tur-
ton they were. Still there wa S moth
ing else to be done, SO they kept on.
1t was hardly possible to see, but the
two men were both aware that they
were getting out of the pine forest,
though the direction they were travel
ling was unknown to them. Suddenly
Mike, who was in the lead, stepped on
a rock that he mistook for a turtle and
fell forward down hill. They had
reached the edge of the canyon, and, as
there were not so many turtles. had q
CHI ance to climb on a large rock out of
reach of the creatures.
Here they had a chance to look
around, and saw that the sky was over
cast with clouds and that they were
safe unless the turtles stayed around
until they were starved.
But there was a little water in the
bottom of the canyon, and down the
turtles tumbled as fast as they could.
appearing to have forgotten all about
their possible victims. Most of them
had reached the bottom, but not before
a rainstorm came up, and as Mike and
Jack were still unable to leave their
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Rather High.

The colored man was before a Ken.
lucky judge for the statutory offense Of
stealing chickens.
Not guilty" pleaded the prisoner.
'This makes the third time you have
been here. doesn't it?" said his honor.
"Yas, boss"
"Well, what are you here for again?"
"Jis' fer de same ting, boss"
II believe let you off the last time.
didn't II"
"Yas, boss Tank you"
We'll, this time I'll fine you ten dol.
lars and costs"
The prisoner gasped.
$50 de Lawd, boss,s he exclaimed.
''ain't dat a heap to pay fer one lean
ole hen?"-Detroit Free Press.
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HUMOROUS.

-"How are you? just thought I'd
drop in awhile to kill time" well,
we don't want any of our time killed"
Boston Globe.
0-Little Clarence-''Pa, if a man
from Portugal is a Portuguese, is his
little boy a Portugosling?"-Little Ped
ellington Gheewitz.
This, suppose" said the stranger
in the city, lis one of your club
houses?" swell, you might call it one.
1t is a police station. W
Star.
Miss Antique-''How mean these
newspapers are! Here is a column
headed Proposals. and it is all about
public improvements and such nom
ense."-The Club.
"A Great Success-He-''I hear you
are taking cooking l~essons??" She
yes" He-"Have you been success
ful?' She-"Very. Only ne death so
ar.'-Detroit Free Press.
-Dobbs-"May J. make a confident
of your" Bobbs-"Why. certainly"
Dobbs-"Well, I'm hard up and want a
flyer" Bobbs-"You can trust me; I
am al silent as the grave."-Tid-B Bits
There is no use in Americans wor-
rying about the future. Should this
country go to grass we will be able to
dispose of the hay at from thirty dol
lars to fifty dollars a on.-Little Rock
Gazette.
-Arthur-''When she refused me, 1
was all broken up" William-'Asyo you
were half cracked before, according to
what the folks say, it need not have
been much Of a blow to finish you."-
Boston Transcript.
He Knew.-"Oh, dearl what makes
children cry?" exclaimed Mrs. Cawker,
tired out with the baby's wailing. 81
know, mamma" replied Bobby, who is
learning to read and who keeps his
eyes open. "They cry for Jugg's Bias
t~oria. Puck.
-Mamma-"Whatm made you ask that
naughty little girl to stay and play
when You told me you disliked her?"
~Maggie-"Oh, me an Robbie was
playin' to be grown-up folks; we didn't
want her; w only just told hex we
did. '-Inter-Ocean.
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man going to work at the mine. He
may have had more than n name, but
he told the driver that he was known
as Jack, and that seemed to satisfy the
man who handled the lines. They were
delayed by an accident until darkness
came on, and then they decided to camp
until morning in the pine woods. The
horses were unhitched and the two men
spread their blankets and lay down.
1t was their intention to sleep, but
somehow their eyes were wide open,
and the drowsy god refused to come
their way. The strain had been very
great On both, and a nervous condition
was the result. And as they lay there,
looking up at the branches of the pines
that glowed red from the freight
against a sky of inky blackness, there
was not much wind, but it was enough
to cause the prickly needles to
against one another and produce a
sound like the distant moaning OF the
ocean. Mike heard the sound, and
listened to it in the hope that it would
soothe his mind and cause sleep.
He paid particular attention to the
change produced by every breath of
fresh air, and gradually became con-
scious of an increase in the volume of
sound. 1t seemed to rise from the little
breaker falling on the single to the
giant wave dashing against a cliff be-
fore the fury of the hurricane. At first
Mike thought that sleep was coming
and tried to help it along by continuing
fhn thnnrhf lint aG tho sound InaraaS cod
he sat up and looked into the darkness.
He could see nothing. The sound
grew louder, and he could hear the
cracking of breaking branches. Jack
also heard the sound, and both got up
thoroughly alarmed. The horses were
shaking like leaves, showing plainly
that they were listening to a sound
they did not understand.
Louder and louder, until it had be-
come a roar that was all around them
and gradually coming nearer. At first
Mike thought it might be a storm, but
there was absent that weird, whistling
sound always an accompaniment to a
storm in the pines. But what it was
could not be determined, and each mo-
ment it became more terrible.
Lets run" said Jack.
That's good advice" replied Mike.
shut which way?"
This was the worst of the mysterious
sound; it seemed to be all round them
at the same time and it could not be
told where it came from. One moment
it anne from the clouds, the next it wa
nea their feet, and by a thought it
came from all sides.
Suddenly it struck Mike that it was
a herd of wild beasts of some kind, but
thought it strange that there was no
barking or growls-nothing but the in
cessant rumbling and cracking. The
strain was becoming too .n.ense, and
Mike concluded to hitch up and be
ready to leave. He threw several sticks
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THE SENSIBLE M
III Never Does . Thing Simply Becaus,
Others Are Doing 1t.

AAA ALlRI cCAAS
Others Are Doing 1t.
A crusty old bachelor once said that
a sensible woman was the noblest and
the rarest work of God. His audience
was composed of congenial friends, and
he was not disputed, so he continued:
1.-THE sensible women who are born
into this world outnumber those who
leave it six to one"
Got the figures to prove that?" asked
a reporter.
No; but you can't prove that I'm
wrong. My statement is an axiom, and
will be acknowledged as such before
long"
What becomes of the sensible women
who don't die?' was the next question.
They die fools; spoiled in the bring
ing up"
A sensible woman begins early in
life to show her prevailing characters.
tic. AS a child she can be reasoned
into obedience when she can not be
coaxed or driven, and, though it would
be idle to attach undue Importance to
the bachelors opinions as given above.
1T IS wise to remember that wise i'm.
pulses may be changed to bad ones by
improper training.
The sensible woman does not allow
disqualification to persuadeFhe to dc
that which is contrary to reason or
sound judgment. She never loves a
man so dearly, Notwithstanding his
bad habits, which she despises, that
'she can not give him up" Her good
sense tells her that love is short-lived
unless fed or respect, and also that an
affection which is weaker than a bad
habit is scarcely worth having.
The sensible woman never does a
thing simply because everyone else is
doing it, but because she has decided
that she may safely do it. She cares
just enough about the opinion
of her neighbors and none
too much. She who does not
care what others think of her is
lacking either in good sense or NOR.
atty. She whose first thought is
What will folks say?" lacks good
sense and the tirmness to do what she
believes to be right regardless of con.
sequences. The sensible woman is the
medium between these two extremes.
In time of trouble one turns in%volun-
tarily to the sensible Others
may be favored companions when the
skies are clear, but under the clouds
are as useless as lace shawl in a snow
storm. But the sensible woman knows
you are human, and although that may
hav seemed prosaic, when your fair.
weather friends are comparing you
with the angles you are not grateful.
She does not gush, or look scandalized,
or say Il told you So" or become senti-
mental, or try to convince you that she
has suffered worse; you know at once
that She understands that she is not
wanting in appreciation or sympathy.
and that she will help you if you will
let her.-Chicago Tribune.
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A Bright Youth.

A Harlem parent has a d%readfully
stupid boy. The other day the old man
told him to bring him the bootjack but
the boy couldn't find it, although he
stumbled right over it.
"What have you got your eyes for??"
asked the irate parent.
The boy thought and thought. and
finally he said:
ITO open them in the morning when
l wake up"
When the boy grows up he will make
a boss night Waterman OF policeman
Texas Siftings.
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on the fire and then went for the horses
while Jack got the harness in shape.
The animals were anxious to go, but
before the harness was over their backs
Mike heard a branch crack just behind
him. He pulled his revolver and fired
where the sound came from. This only
increased the roaring sound until it was
d~eafening, and an occasional hiss could
be heard.
"Let us hurry and get out of this
was all each nan could say to the other,
as they backed the horses into position.
But it was o late.
Before they could realize what had
happened the cracking and roaring
was just beside them. Mike looked all
around and on every side he saw dozens
of strange creatures. A close look con-
WINGED him that they were mountain
terrapins. He had seen them before,
but singly, and looked upon them as
harmless.
But here was a new side to the ami
mails nature, for these were ferocious
and Of extraordinary size. Those gener-
ally seer on the desert of Arizona are sell
dom over two feet long, but many of
these would measure four. The crea-
lures come up from the gulf of Califor-
MIA, and often spend years in the des-
ert. They carry water with them like
a camel, and after it is gone they seem
to be able to get along without it.
They have been seen 200 miles from the
gulf, and they must frequently be years
away from their element.
These were the animals that now
threatened the two men, and in an in
slant it went through Mikes mind that
they were different from those he had
generally seen. They were surely
older, and had very likely come from
the gulf in a company and got lost.
Now they were hunting and were angry
and hungry.
At any rate, it was a serious fix. The
horses became frightened and jerked
away from the wagon and started off.
They ran to the edge of the circle OF
ugly heads, and then ran around look
ing for a way out, while the turtles
snapped at their legs. There was nc
"oy oul, dAo d1 1dot OOIAi llOIocS Ildut
a bold dash over the creatures, their
hard hoofs crashing over the shells for
several minutes and then ceased sud
denly, showing that they had reached
the other side and very likely were
safe.
Nearer and nearer the turtles came,
and Mike and Jack oon had to climb
into the wagon TO keep out of their
way. The turtles crowded around the
wagon, and the wagon was the only
place of refuge. Mike thought the
turtles might move on, and did all he
could to brighten them by shooting at
them. 1t was almost dark, as the fire
had been burning low, and as Mike
could not aim none of the bullets took
effect on the turtles backs. They soon
began climbing owe n another in
their efforts to get at the men. At last
there was such a number all around
that the wagon commenced to move
I n was forced to one side until the
hind wheels We're broken. There was
no hope of escape except to do as the
horses had done, and the chances were
very slim. But they had to do it, and
started as soon as the wagon broke.
Jack landed squarely on a turtles
back. but Mike slipped in between two
of them, and it was several moments
y W
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Disposed to bubble .-Young Wife
Henry, l wish you'd give up the use
of that vulgar expression. Get a gait
on you.'" Henry-''There's sc~riptural
authority for it, my dear" Young
Wife-"Nonsense." Henry-"No nom
sense at all. Didn't Samson get a gate
on him when he walked away from
Gaza?"-Judge.
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We call a black man ''colored," and
in literature also there are many things
which are said to be highly ''colored"
when they are simply shaded"
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Jasper 81 wonder why the drome-
dairy has such a strange back?" Jump
uppe-"Probably because Noah made
him hump himself when entering the
ark"
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ENaeHT Nlrs
I TURTLES.

LIFTS mines
blu C k b o a d
stage was COM
ing over Needle
pass in Arizona
a C o e of
weeks ago, and
there were only
two people on
board. One was
M i k e t h e
driver, and the
o t h e r was a
The record-union., 1893-12-02
DBSERGION AND DEATH.
A Despondent Woman's Determine
ton to Kill Herself.
Mrs. Lulu b. Peters Repeatedly Swai-
lows Doses of Morphine Until
Death Results.

About 8 O'Clock yesterday morning
Mrs. Lulu B. Peters was found in dy-
ing condition in her room at 4l5 street
from the effects of morphine taken with
suicidal intent. About 3 o'clock in the
afternoon she expired in great agony.
The neighbors state that she had been
living with railroad man named Ed
ward Hodgkinson, who had quarreled
with her and left her about d week ago,
and that she had several times threatened
to commit suicide in consequence.
On Thursday evening she took repeated
doses of morphine, but her stomach re-
jected them. She persisted, however,
until she had succeeded in retaining
enough to accomplish her object.
After her condition was ascertained
every effort was made to save her life,
but in vain. She was an unusually hand
some and Well-formed woman of about
30 years of age, and was liked by all the
residents of the vicinity with whom she
was acquainted. One Of them said last
night: "She was lady; she had pleas
ant word and smile for every one"
She was the daughter of the late John
Campbell, who at one time kept a lodg
lng-house on X street, and who latterly
lived at Lake Tahoe.
On March lst last she was divorced
from her husband, and had been living
at her late residence about four months.
She leaves a son about II years old.
Coroner Clark is absent from the city,
and when he returns the inquest will be
held,
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RUSHING THE SEASON.

a Grasshopper From tho Country
Takes Turn in Town.
A gentleman who formerly lived in
New y ork State, but who has for some
time lived in San Francisco was passing
up X street yesterday with a RECORD
UNION reporter, when he suddenly
stopped, looked down on the pavement
and exclaimed well! 1 never saw
anything to equal that and on the 1st of
December, too! That beats anything I
ever saw An Eastern man wouldn't
believe that if ! swore to it, and a San
Francisco man would doubt it,"
Being asked what he meant, he pointed
with the toe of his shoe to a small object
on the sidewalk, which gave a spring as
he did SO. 1t was grasshOpper, and the
scribe's astOnishment was equal to his
own, although two weeks before he had
seen plenty of them in the fields, but it
did not seem as if they could have sur
vived the long storm through which the
State has just passed.
There it was. however, and there was
no room to doubt either the identity of
the insect or ability to leap, which it had
fully demonstrated.
The coming spring is likely to witness
another grasshopper visitation, as they
come along every few years in swarms,
and yesterdays visitor may be one of The
advance guard on a recouuoitering expe-
dition.