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II EASTER BONNET.

Don't make 'em like they used to done killed
with too much style
Fixed up with birds an ribbons, till you know
'em half a mile;
They call 'em Easter bonnets, in the big store
windows hung
Amt nothin' like the bonnets that they wore
when We was young.
How much completer. sweeter and neater was
the old
Time bonnet, shadin' rosy cheeks an ringlets
black an gold.
Plain, with no fixin's on it-with a string Of red
or blue;
But q kiss beneath that bonnet was as sweet as
honey-dew!
Don't make 'em like they use to-done killed
with too much style;
An yet the girls that wear EN- give a fellow
SIGH a smile
He kinder smooths it over-forgives 'en, SO
high-strung-
But they're nuthin' like the bonnets that they
wore when We was young.
Atlanta Constitution
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therefor | broke down at last
don't cry, dear; it's better for you to
know him as he is
Then he took me in his arms. my
dear father. and gave me such caress-
ing tenderness as my mother might
have done. | had my cry out on his
breast, and then faced the Il nth. and
knew | never could be utterly mis-
cradle while my father lived.
We agreed to say nothing to Lizzie.
and I dressed her myself to go to
church, thinking no fairer bride had
ever been seen, nor one that was more
carelessly entering upon the new. sol
m duties before her. She chartered
with the pretty cluster of girls who
were to be her bridesmaids. and was
the brightest Of them all. When we
drove up to the church door, we found
Mr.. Gordon awaiting us, and after
some futtering of lace and flowers in
the vestry room, the bridal procession
sailed up the broad aisle, Lizzie on
papa's arm and Mr.. Gordon escorting
his married sister.
slipped into my pew, and when my
eyes wandered. l saw-Bert Wilson,
looking at Lizzie with a dazed express
sion, as if she was a part of a night
mare.
Then | understood. When the organ
pealed forth the wedding march, and
Mr.. and Mrs. Gordon walked slowly
down the aisle, caught Herbert's eyes
and smiled. Two minutes later he was
beside me.
"You will come to my cousins recep-
ton" | said, shaking hands. Il should
have sent you cards if / had known
your address,"
Il saw the card" he said, in a low.
choked voice: Charles Gordon and
Elizabeth Bassett.'"
And you sent back my poor, little
ring"
But you will forgive me, Bessie, and
let me have my ring again? You never
told me that you had a cousin whose
name was the same as your own"
Just then papa Joined US. He asked
no questions, and we drove home to-
gether. Explanations were made, and
My Crystal Easter Egg was opened to
give back Herbert's ring, which my
husband tells me shall never again
leave his tnger.-Annie Shields, in N.
Y. Ledger.
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Thibodaus Sentinel.
OLD WAY OF CATCHING WHALES.

A Huge Cetacean May BE Easily lowed
When Dead.
The whale being well harnessed o
the boat by can of the tow line,
which is fastened to the t1esh-imbedded
harpoon. it may either turn fukes and
sound, or, believing at times like a
bull, with a greater volume of voice,
however, it may run, as it is termed.
taking the boat in tow at a rate, it has
been estimated, all the way from fifteen
to twenty miles an hour when it first
starts off, but settling down to about
eight or ten knots an hour when it gets
warmed up to its work. This is the
old Nantucket sleighride." The
whale having tired itself by run
ming, the boat is hauled up by the
hair standing on end, and the alright
ed whale, startled anew by the close
proximity of SO strange a load, rushes
through the surging and fast receding
waters. The officer gets a set" with
his hand lance and plunges five or six
feet OF cold iron into the lungs of the
victim, and perseveres without ceasing
in the up-and-down motions, Familiarity
known as ''churning." as the boat per-
sistently clings to the whale, until the
spout of the unfortunate cetacean is
tinged with the crimson of its own life
blood. The muscles of the strong arms
now relax upon the lance, the boat is
laid off and the dying whale swims
round and round in an unbroken
circle. This is the furry" Death
is now merely a question of tim e
The blood elected through the spir-
acles 10 becomes as thick as tar. 1t
is not only a belief of whalemen but it
is usually the fact that the whale, dur
ing it's dying moments, so times its cir
cling path as to place its head in the
sun, 1t now makes a heavy lurch, the
sea is dashed into a maelstrom of bloody
water, and the ponderous whale rolls
heavily on it's side, or partly on its
back, with the fin projecting above the
water. This is filming out" A one
sided jury would say that the whale
died of hemorrhage of the lungs. To
use a paradoxical expression. some
dead whales are not always dead.
1t may be a comatose state, but
averse to vivisection; and when the
men again approached it and cut
holes through the lips to make the line
fast to tow it to the vessel a demolished
boat or loss of life and limbs may be
the reward. Hence the more cautious
whalemen prick his eye," and if the
whale does not finch it is supposed to
be dead. Several boats take their posi-
finn in lima HIa a fordA~ fao~ ~
horses; the towropes are properly adj
.justed and the men with merry boat
song begin the laborious and monoto-
nous task of towing the whale to the
vessel. A dead whale may be towed
more easily head first, and it is also
worthy of mention that a dead whale
when cas- adrift will peat to the wind
ward, the natural motion Of the fukes
having a tendency to propel the body
Century.
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getting one of the prettiest rooms
ready for miss Elizabeth and prom
Used dainties for the feast of welcome.
At the eleventh hour papa resolved
to go himself and bring the orphan
girl to her new home, and Martha and
/ had full scope for Jul hospitable
plans. 1t was not hat l had anything
to do, for with our small family Martha
declared she had hard work to keep
the servants busy, in spite of the size
of the house, but l liked to fuss about
and select pretty ornaments and trim
mings for my cousins room.
Perhaps threw myself into these
preparations with more energy, be-
cause / had never quite recovered from
the heartache it gave me to part with
Herbert Wilson. Two years before
papa had sent him off to seek his for
tune, and | lived meantime on the hope
of his finding it. 1t was q romantic
little love story, and, being so much
alone, | had suffered more than papa
knew, SO l was glad to think of having
a companion of my w age.
She came with papa. and rushed into
my arms, apparently as pleased as l
was. had pulled down my face to
express my sympathy with her recent
loss, but it was wasted sentiment. She
did not appear to have any feeling about
it, and longer acquaintance convinced
me hat she had no depth of feeling
about anything.
But she was charming, a little, fairy
like blonde, with fluffy yellow hair,
soft blue eyes and a complexion like
Strawberries and cream. l felt gigan-
tic when l saw our reflections in a long
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matters, l watched eagerly for Her
bert's present. l had made no secret
of this little ray of hope that came to
me, and father only grunted when I
displayed my trifing presents.
was in my room alone when this
one came-a little box, such as l had
twice before opened. And on the pink
cotton a dainty crystal egg. Two lay
in my jewel box; one with a tiny
locket, one with a golden cross, inside.
l { opened this one. My heart gave one
sickening throb and the whole room
seemed to reel about me. When my
sight vas once more clear, / saw on
the pretty pink cotton the ring l had
given Herbert Wilson. There could be
no mistake. There it lay, hooking me
with its tiny clasped hands and en-
twined initials. He was false to me.
Some fairer face had won his heart,
and he had sent my ring back to Inc.
1t had never been my habit to show
my fe ceilings on any occasion, SO l closed
up the pretty crystal egg, locked it
away in my jewel box, and ven down
to dinner. Father noticed that l was
WY PdiSs ouo oSSOpCCo u La hSdo
ache as an excuse, and Lizzie made no
comment. She was deep in the study
of our visiting list, and adding a few
cards to those already sent out.
The next week was all a whirl.
Somehow did manage to push back
my personality and give myself to my
cousin. The duties of hospitality were
pressing, for we had hidden all our
dear five hundred friends" to the we'd
ding, and to the reception afterward. l
had escaped a bridesmaids position by
pleading that of hostess; but / was
very busy, and only at night could
let my sorrow have it's way. How
much l had loved, how perfectly l had
trusted Herbert, l learned in those
days, when all my love and trust
seemed thrust back upon my own
heart. The last drop was added to my
cup of misery the very day before
earlier than usual, and came to my
room.
Bessie, my DEAR" he said, 81 heard
some news to-day that will come to
you, sooner or later, and I thought
could tell you it more kindly than any
one else"
Bert is married." I thought, but
could not speak the cruel words.
Herbert Wilson has come back, my
dear, and taken a partnership in the
firm for which he has been travelling
agent for two years. He'had a legacy,
not very large, but sufficient, with hi:
own value to the firm, to give him {
place. He knows, my dear, that only
wanted him to prove that he coule
take care of a wife, aud he should have
come t o me at once, after what he ha.
said, both to you and to me. Bessie, i
is a hard thing to say. but l am afraie
he was counting upon marrying yot
for my helping hand in business. Nov
that he does not need that-Thert
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could make my lifelong lover her slave.
She was so pretty, and her mourning
was the merest pretense-just enough
black to set off her dazzling complex
ion, and she knew well the power of
beauty. Then her childlike, innocent
ways were attractive to the elderly
adorer had always kept at a distance.
She sang for him, waltzed with him,
devoured his bon-bons by the box, fiat
tered him, and when he threw his for
tune and himself at her feet, she ac-
copied him.
think papa was secretly delighted.
He was accustomed to my q uiet ways,
and this dancing. singing fairy fitting
about rather bewildered him. We
were rather old-fashioned folks, papa
and /, and my cousin had considerable
''girl-of-the-period" about her.
1t was just before Lent that Lizzie
told us of her engagemene, and, as Mr..
Gordon urged an early wedding day, it
was decided that the week following
Easter should make him 1.-The happy
man of a gorgeous wedding.
Papa was liberal, and my Lenten du-
ties were sadly upset by the prepara-
tions for a grand reception. after the
church wedding. 1t was a perfect de-
light to Lizzie to throw off her black
dress and try on the pretty finery that
papa gave me permission to provide.
She was not exacting. accepting what
/ selected, but | had orders to be gen.
erous, and between US we had ready a
f.o,reon, S ,-I.,I NJ, G~rlo, ---l
not be ashamed.
But on Easter day, when / could not
quite detach my heart from earthly
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KILLED WITH DUCK-SHOT.
An Encounter With an Angry Panther in
Southern California.

-
An EEcounter With an Angry Panther In
Southern California.
"While sojourning in Southern Cali
~fornia," writes a tourist, Il started out
one morning with an old shotgun
which had been loaded. l know not
how long, and for some time roamed
over the hills looking for quail. Meet
ing with no success, / started home
ward, and was walking along the brink
of a gully. when suddenly l flushed a
quail, almost under my feet. / pulled
trigger, but the cap snapped and the
bird escaped. The next instant a large,
tawny creature stepped out of the sage
brush, gave me a look and stepped
back again. ] had not had time to get
nervous or become frightened. and
calmly raising the hammers of my gun,
which had just missed fire, and pouring
some powder from the flask, began
picking it into the tubes with a pin.
Then, putting on fresh caps in place Of
the old ones, / made ready for the
panther, which | felt sure was s~tealthily
creeping upon me; and / was not ready
a moment too soon for / saw the sage
moving at the edge nearest me. fol-
lowed by the panther stalking out from
the cover SO noiselessly that a curious
ghost-like feeling came over me. 1t
made not the slightest noise, but faced
me. with eyes flaming and tail moving
from side to side and ars laid fiat
o its head. / now, for the first time,
began to shake ~nervously. l had thrown
the gun to my shoulder, but | could
not hold it on the beast at all l had
determined to fire at any risk, and, see
ing the cat suddenly drop to the ground.
its claws u~nsheath, clutch the soil, and
its body culver, l realized it was about
to spring. At that instant / caught its
broad head in line with the end of the
barrels, and pulled both triggers at
once. Then fell fiat upon my face. l
heard the panther's scream of rage. on
pain-probably ooth-and heard the
rush of air as he sprang clear over me.
l was upon nv feet in an instant, and,
looking down into the gully, fifteen
feet below me. saw the great cat thresh-
ing about in the dust and gravel; but.
in a few moments, it stopped its kicking
and lay still. I was immensely sur
prised at the result; but close examina-
ton revealed that one Of the barrels
was loaded with heavy duck shot, three
or four of which had passed through
the eyes and entered the brain
Golden Days
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mirror, for I was tall, decidedly bru-
nette, and. while l was just six months
the younger. looked five years Older
than the child-like little butterfly.
1t was pretty to see how she enjoyed
the Injuries about her, the dainty food,
| the coy arm chairs. and, above all, the
idleness. Poor little mite! She had
faced poverty yer since she vas born,
| and she enjoyed comfort as much as a
kitten.
II mean to marry a rich man." she
told me, .'or not marry at all. Lots and
lots of money! That is my idea of per-
feet bliss. And, by the way, Bess,
why don't you marry Mr.. Gordon?"
l laughed heartily. Ever since ]
could remember l had been asked why
l didn't marry Mr.. Gordon. He had
wooed me with dolls and sugar plums
while l was a mere baby, and his de-
votions were apparent to the most
careless. Even Bert, my own Bert, had
occasional spasms of jealousy, and in
our last conversation had said, implor.
ingly:
you'll give me a fair chance, Bes.
! oAC " LhoAA
And | solemnly promised never tc
marry Charles Gordon.
"Stop %laughing!" LIZZIE said. We
had found she had always been called
Lizzie, SO there was no confusion from
our both having our grandmother's
name. "stop laughing, and tell me
why you don't marry Mr.. Gordon. They
saw he is awfullv rich"
"And they a say he is awfully silly
and awfully dreadful I cried. HE is
half a fool, Lizzie, and he is old enough
to be my father. Marry Mr.. Gordon, in,
deed.."
Tell me- she said, nesting dowr
in my arms. lis there not what the
novels call '~another?"
Eyes. my dear, there is"
Where is he?"
81 don't know" I said, ruefully; she
was sent away to seek his fortune. HI
is a poor man, and father thought
was too young to know my own mind
But he has SEM me a Christmas al
and an Easter egg every time the day:
come round SO that l know he is alive
and does not forget me-"
"How jolly" said Lizzie. 'And i
that his ring?"
Eyes; we each had one made to or
der, just alike-two clasped hands, ant
on the reverse side our initials en-
twined."
How romantic!' said Lizzie.
81 don't believe you have any heartr!
l cried. Indignantly.
Not the t~iniest, tiniest bit" sh,
said, with perfect good humor; but
Bessie, if there is another can't
have Mr.. Gordon?"
You ridiculous baby" I said, 'yo'
need not ask my permission. Iwouldn'
marry him if l had never heard of an
other"
But, after all, it was rather mortify
ing TO my vanity to see how readily sh,
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nho jim hho Au4A
chorus that gladdens the skies:
The stone from the tomb of the ages is rolled,
The chains OF mortality broken, behold!
Let me rise, let me- rise on the wings OF the
hight,
And in antiphones new with the angels unite;
The dumb tomb has spoken, and falls on our
1h9 song of the morning that gladdens the
spheres,
The skies are all glowing. unfettered the rills;
The flowers of the south winds are lighting the
hills.
But what were the glories of spring times that
IF the dead in the chamber Of silence were
laid,
Arise, then, my soul, on the wings of the
light;
Thy songs with the messenger angels unite:
The dumb tomb has spoken mortality hears
The song of the morning that gladdens the
spheres.
Celestial doors open, and falls on faiths ear
An anthem as sweet as the reeds of Judea,
Now rising triumphant, the chorus of time,
And the bells Of the blessed conjubilant
chime.
Arise, Omy soul, on the wings OF the light,
In the songs of the Cross with the victors
unite:
The dumb tomb has spoken, mortality hears
The song Of the morning that gladdens the
spheres!
The Cross CLEANS above US, below smile the
flowers,
The tomb is u chamber of heavenly bowers,
New life CLOVIS within us, and it will not be
long
That our psalmswe shall sing in these prisons Of
song.
Arise, then arise on the wings OF the light,
With the skies singing DER us in chorus
unite:
The dumb tomb has spoken, and falls on our
The song of the morning that gladdens the
spheres,
-Hezekiah Burterworth, in Ladies' Home
Journal
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s a letter he was
reading, ''how would you like to have
a cousin to come and live here? A girl
cousin, about your W age, and who
has your name, too-Elizabeth Bas-
sett?"
/ only stared, far too much amazed
for speech. A cousin! Never had
heard of an uncle or aunt, much less a
cousin.
But, papa" l said, at last. 81 never
knew / had a cousin"
HIN! No! Your mother uas an
only child. but l had a brother. Poor
Tom! He and l had a quarrel long be-
fore we were either of us married.; NO
matter about that now Tom went of
to the west, but he didn't find any of the
wonderful good luck there that some
men do. The fact is, Bess, Tom was
always lazy! Lazy folks don't get along
out west! But he is dead, my dear
been dead these ten years, ard his wife
died a week ago and left a letter for
me, asking me to befriend their only
child. She needn't come here, you see,
if you don't want her"
"Oh, but 1 do want her!" / cried.
"Have / not been longing for a siste,
all my life? / do want her, papa
Please send for her"
VERY well, my dear. I will writs
at once"
Then / rushed off to find Martha
| who is our head servant, and, l some
| times suspect, our real housekeeper,
| though she let's me have all the honors
Martha, who had lived with my grand
mother, had known Mr.. Tom, but hai
thought he died long ago. She wa.
very willing, however, to help me II
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Cold Weather Necessities.

As winter slowly but surely creeps
down from the Arctic ocean where lac
has been spending his summer vacation,
and as we feed the penetrating influence
of his presence, our thoughts naturally
turn to the necessities of life which we
must purchase, and the fuel questi ON
stands ont prominently.
Nov. to get down to prices which
will suit the times, We propose to sell
hard stove wood at $500 per cord de-
livercd at the house. This is "A reduc-
ton of fifty cents. but we should like to
clear up our wood yard As soon as posi-
Bile.
EAIKNs. GOnpELCLL d BAKILErr
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Z, F. Fairbrothcr Il Co. are not going
out of the Furniture and Carpet bust
ness; they are carrying a larger stock
than ever and selling lots of goods at
very low prices and will continue to dc
so. II you want anything in that line
60 and see them, their goods are all fin
shed by that artist, Stephen GRAHAM
Sold by Chas. 4. Fairbrother and de.
livered by "Ben." They will give good
guessers Il chance to get gold watch
for % cts. They do business on thu
square and lots of it right through these
hard times.
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Caleb Gardiner Thayer.

Died suddenly of heart disease ut hi.
residence in Berkshire, Vt. Nov. sth
Caleb Gardiner Thayer aged 20 years.
Mr.. Thayer was one of the wealthy
and influential dairy farmers of Franklin
county and his death is severely felt by
IA large circle of relatives and friends
He was prominent member of the
protestant Episcopal church at Enos-
burg Falls. He leaves wife and one
daughter, Mrs. &. +. Noin of this place.
n
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Call on Us for shingles if you want to
save money. CAIRNS, GOODRICH &
BARTLETT.
l.. W. Chase calls attention to his fine
line of carriage robes of all kinds, and
horse blankets of every description he
has on sale ut his stables. He guaran-
tees to sell "A better article for less mon
ey than can be secured elsewhere in
town. At the same time he means to
keep up his reputation for selling more
harnesses than any other dealer in this
vicinity. Give him call.
J.. w. CHASE.
Heselton House Stables
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WALTER F.R0bb|NS,
Graduate from BuCk|in's School of Optics New York City,

am prepared accurately adjust Spectacles and
Eye Glasses for MYoPIA HYpERoPIA, PREsBYoPIA AsTEN-
oPIA, AMBI.YoPIA, and AsTIGMATIsM. Ny large stock
of Lenses and Frames of the Best Quality In fitting
Specaces there should be much attention given
fitting of Frames Lenses With my Test Lenses each
eye is examined separately. Call and have your eyes
rectly fitted.
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The Boston city council has presented
to Senator Frye Il handsome portrait of
Mr. Blaine.