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walk and trot q few rods so as to judgeo1
his activity. The negro seldom knew his
age. but the planter was a good puesser

walk and trot q few rods so as to judgeo Of
his activity. The negro seldom knew hif
age, but the planter was good guesser.
Crowds Of planters were in the mart
examining the human beings offered fol
sale. who seemed the most unroncerned
Of all. Their greatest concern was that
they should not be separated from their
families, and the next that they should
get a kind master. Some Of them took
great pride in their value, and were
pleased highly when large sum was
offered for them. Domestic slaves, or
house servants, were more valuable
than field hands, " and they held them.
selves higher in the social scale. When
cotton and sugar advanced in price,
field hands also became higher priced,
and the slave dealer selected the more
prosperous seasons for the shipment of
his human cargo to market.
When sold he returned to his slave
farm in 'sold Virginia, the mother OF
presidents" or Maryland, purchased
another supply and shipped them to
Vicksburg or Natchez to supply Missis-
sippi and north Louisiana. He fol.
lowed his trade, dealing in human
flesh and misery, from season to season
and was regarded as little better than
pirate even by those who purchased
of him. He was ostracised from So
ciety, and when he died no one mourned
his death-there was not even cor
tege of negroes at the lonely funeral.
Another similar character was the
slave hunter or patrol self-elected
unofficial hunter of runaway slaves for
the sake of the reward. He had q
pack of bloodhounds always at his
command and was constantly securing
the swamps for negroes who ran away
from masters, and some, however, from
mere desire to escape labor. The usual
reward was $50 for a man and $25 for q
woman. On experimenting q runaway
he usually, without any authority
whatever, gave him fifty or one hum
dred lashes. This was the usual Gus
tom and so glad was the master to re-
gain his slave that he seldom demurred.
Unless it was an aggravated case no
further punishment was inflicted. II q
slave was &aught even going into town
without pass from his master, he
was liable to apprehension and q fog
ging by anyone who CHANGED 70 meet
him.
The slave hunter was ever on the
lookout for such absentees: for the re-
turn Of each he received IS, but was
prohibited from whipping them. Usu-
ally. when slaves were permitted to
attend church in the towns, their time
expired at four o'clock, at which hour
bell was rung warning all strange
negroes to leave town. If caught in
the city after that hour, they were
taken to Jail, logged by the jailer, and
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WITH THE DOCTOR
Tho Funny Fellow Cots II In tho Nook fsr
His Little Joke.

Tho Funny Fellow Cots It In tho Nook fer
His Little Joke.
The other morning, as belated
member of the Owl club was steering
home through the dense fog, which the
writer is reliably informed hangs over
the city at three a. M, he passed tho
house of well-known physician. The
vestibule Of this residence was open,
and on its side the dim rays Of the
moon, struggling through the gloom
produced by the efforts of the city gas
company, disclosed the mouth of an
acoustic tube, underneath which was
the inscription, whistle for Or.
Potts"
Not wishing to be disobligin g about
80 small matter, the owl stumbled
up the steps, and steadying himself
against the wall, blew into the pipe
with all the strength Of his lungs.
The physician, who was awakened
by the resultant shrill whistle near his
head, arose, and after wondering at
tho singular odor of whisky in the
room, CROPPED his way to the tube and
shouted: ..Well?''
HGlad to know you're well, was the
reply; ''but. being doctor, I s'pose
you can keep well at cost price, can't
you?"
What do you want?" said the man
OF pills, not caring to joke in the airy
nothing of his nightgown.
"Well," said the party at the other
end of the tube, after q few moments
meditation. ''Oh, by the wsy, are you
young Potts or old Potts?''
II am DR.. Potts. There is no young
Potts"
mot dead, I hope?"
There never was any. I have no
son."
"Then you are young Potts and old
Potts, too. Dear, dear, how singular. !"
What do you want?" snapped the
doctor, who was beginning to feel as
though his legs were pair of elon-
gated icicles.
"You know old Mrs. Peavine, who
lives in the next block?"
ter?"
DO you know her nephew. too-Bill
Briggs?'
Eyes. well?"
We'll, he went up to Bridgeport
shooting, this morning, and
"And he had an accident? Hold up
minute. I'll be right down."
"No, he's all right; but he got sixty
two ducks-eighteen of 'em mallarda
thought you might like to hear it,
And the joker hung on to the nozzle
and laughed like hyena digging up q
fat missionary. II say" came down
from the exasperated NJ. D., ''that's a
jolly good joke, my friend. Won't you
take something's"
WHAT" said the surprised humor-
iat, pausing for breath.
why, take something Take this. y
| And before the disguised funny man
could withdraw his mouth, a hastily
compounded mixture of ink. ipecac,
and asafoefida squirted from the pipe
and deluged him from head to foot,
about pint monopolizing his shirt
front and collar.
And while he danced frantically
around, sponging himself off with his
handkerchief, and swearing like q
pirate in the last act, he could hear an
angel voice from above sweetly MUIR
muir: ~
"Have some more? No? Well, good.
night. Come again soon, you funny
dog. you. By-bye."-Louisville Medi.
cal News.
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but, notwithstanding his great wealth,
he was never admitted into frst-class
society.
The planter who purchased the slave
never considered the dealer as his
equal. The profession" required a
cold, heartless, calculating man, who
would separate child from its mother,
If to his interest.
As the lands Of these older states be-
came unfit for tillage, owing to long
use, the masters shipped their slaves to
the new states of Louisiana, Mississip-
pi, Texas and Arkansas. Sometimes
the master formed his Glands" in a
caravan, and, with their household eff
fects, tramped through the then wilder
ness to this new country where the
master began anew and soon became
wealthy upon their labor.
L The demand for slaves increased as
the rich country become more thickly
settled, and there arose class known
as negro traders" who purchased
slaves from the planters on these worn
out lands, and established nurseries"
for propagating slaves as if they were
race horses. An old abandoned farm
house was selected for this slave
'sfarm," from which the Virginia dealer
would send his choicest negroes to
Norfolk or Alexandria, for shipment
south to New Orleans, Vicksburg or
Natchez. At each of these cities he
had an agent, to whom they were con-
signed. An agent also accompanied
the shipment, which was usually made
in sailing vessel, and sometimes on
foot. When q cargo of 200 or 300 were
landed on the levee at New Orleans, q
doub1e-line was formed on the wharf,
each having his bundle of clothing
swung over his shoulder on hickory
stick. The agent marched them to the
slave-mart-an old warehouse. The
men were dressed in that peculiar cos
tune, only worn when they were to be
sold-black fur hat, roundabout and
pants Of corduroy velvet, with the
usual white shirt and red russell shoes.
The women and children had no dis
tinctive dress.
The dealer paid from 5000 to $500 for
the .boys," and from $500 to 5000 for the
women according to age, strength and
usefulness. He sold them at an adj
vance Of so or even 100 per cent.
In q few days, after they had been
"fattened up," the plnnters who had
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s
WHEN Z AN GONE,

Will grieving friends. when am cold,
beside my narrow bedside stand,
And softly touch the withered hand.
And speak the name bore OF old,
When am cold?
VIII loving feet when am dead.
AT fond affections bidding come,
And follow TO It's silent home
MY lifeless form with gentle tread,
When am dead?
Will tender hands. when am gone,
Caross the form SO silent now.
And softly touch the marble brow.
And deck with flowers the simple stone,
When am gone?
When life Is over and am dead,
VIII loving eyes their brightness dim
With tender tears at thought of him
Who lies so still upon his bed
When am dead?
Will kindly lips, when life has flown,
Recall the dear and olden days,
And cover all my faults with praise,
And tell the good did alone,
When life has flown?
o. friends OF mine. while am here
imprint your kiss upon my brow;
Ineed your true affection now:
o. let me feel your presence near,
While am here.
Let loving feet, while shines the day,
Keep faithful march beside my own,
Nor let me 60 my way alone;
Attend me as tread the way
While shines the day,
And let me feel the willing clasp
OF helping hands to cheer and aid.
OF what avail, when am dead,
Their tender touch and lingering grasp
Their thrilling clasp?
And cheer me with your gentle light,
And with your fond affection beam,
o. loving eyes. ere ends the dream:
1cannot see when falls the night,
Your tender light
o, do not wait till am gone,
But speak the cheering words to-day,
And chide me when I go astray;
cannot hear the chilling tone
When am gone
-E A. Marshall, in Christian Standard.
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fair complexion was flushed. He came
over to his desk again, and took down
his hat and coat. Then he paused a
moment, and she felt his eyes upon
her. In her acute consciousness of
this, she coquetted with her happiness,
delaying for an instant her own up
ward glance. He turned immediately
and walked away.
Of course it was not the end of life,
and presumably not her last chance on
earth of speaking to Mr.. Maurice; but
the moment, as q moment, had the Bit
terness Of death.
She heard him go over to the elevator
and come back to speak to one of the
artists; then his footsteps once more
approached her desk. She looked up
quickly enough this time, and met his
quick smile, his little formal bow.
Miss Langdon," he siad, you're not
here after six, are you?"
NO." said Olive, feeling her usual
surprise that his eyes should be SO
kind; one always imagined them
satirical, inscrutable, and then, meet
ing them, found them the gentlest in
the world.
''Then I believe I'll not see you
again." said the young man. "I'm not
here tomorrow, and the next days
Sunday. I'm off on Monday-for Paris"
His smile as he said this did not seem
to be intentional, and it continued to
hover about his face as he went on
speaking.
Sim going to study" he said. look
ing out hopefully into the gray mists.
''But you draw SO beautifully now,
Mr.. Maurice" said Olive, vaguely, also
looking out. She had grown very
white.
ats awfully kind of you to say so.
But this isn't what care about. It's
painting I'm going to study. I've been
scheming to go for long time saving
up. One loses such lot of money at
cards."
He looked at her with a smile in his
eyes as he said this, and she returned
it with her lips
81 DON'T" she said.
He leaned forward suddenly and
pulled down her window.
"You oughtn't to sit here in this
draught, Miss Langdon," he said.
Didn't you notice how cold it is get
ting?
There was a pause, during which he
searched for something among his pa
pers; it was newspaper cutting, and
he stood a moment looking at it, with
his hand resting on Olives desk. Olive
looked at his hand. Her lips were
quivering.
He put the little cutting in his
pocket.
"Well, good-by, Miss Langdon," he
said, beaming on her with absent
minded cordiality. II suppose I'll see
you over there some of these days"
He pressed the hand she gave him, in
the warmth of his general goodwill;
and the prosaic elevator assumed a
sudden tragic Importance in Olives
eyes as it carried him forever from her
sight. The air grew thicker and
thicker with tobacco smoke, but she
did not lift the window which he had
closed. His wisdom in doing so was
apparent, for the rain presently began
to beat against it in little blind gusts.
Magazine.
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Pearls.

From the most ancient times, pearls seem
to have been highly valued for purposes Of
adornment. Twenty-two centuries before
the Christian ara, the Chinese cultivated
the pearl mussei, and at this day they are
ahead Of other nations in this respect. Care
fully opening the valves Of the freshwater
mussel, the operator inserts small pieces Of
wood, sometimes carved into fantastic i'm
ages, which in tue course Of a year or two
are coated with deposit of pearl. The
largest known pearl IN the world ls one In
the Kensington (England) museum, weigh
ing three ounces, and being four and half
inches in circumference; tue most perfect
ono is In the Moscow Russia) museum,
weighs % carats, and is perfect globe.
The principal fisheries for sea pearls are in
India, ana the Persian Gulf, though the
Australian coasts are developing strongly.
Freshwater pearls are found in many rivers
Of our own country, the best being on the
Little Miami, in Ohio, where they are work
ed systematically. Pearls have also been
found At various points on the Wisconsin,
and Ut Lyle, on the Black River, both local
tiles being easily reached by the fast and
elegant trains Of the Burlington Route. the
Mississippi River scenic line. For tickets,
maps and rates, call on your home ticket
agent, or for further information address
w. J. G. Kenyon, Gen. Pass. Agent, st.
Paul, MINI.
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PUN0ENT PARAGRAPHS.

They say Hambsy Is generous to
. fault. !" Yes, he is, il it happens to
be one Of his own faults. Buffalo Ex-
press.
Jack proposed to May last
night" Tom How did you come
out? Jack Head first. . Town
Topics
Hero--s'Why are some foolish men
like the footlights?" Villain-.I don't
know; why?" Hero They go out be-
tween the acts. Boston Courier.
Josie Does man cease to play
tho part OF q tender lover after you
have married him?" Edyth''Not II
You have any pretty girl friends. -
Chicago Tribune.
No Change Of Heart. - What's
your opinion Of the coming woman?"
He-.'I can't tell, but suspect she will
keep us waiting just like the others. /"
Chicago Inter Ocean.
First Horse-'.W they took poor
old Dobbin to the slaughte house to-
day" Second Horse That's too bad. /"
ut is bad, but worse remains. They
mean to make his hide into bicycle sad
dies. "-1ndianapolis Journal.
Getting It.-sFact is" said the one
man, II married because was lonely,
as much rs for any other reason. To
put it tersely, I married for sympathy"
well, said the other man, ''you have
mine. "-Indianapolis Journal.
lit may be all right to joke" said
the small boy, crawling through hole
in fence, as his mother, with a stick
in her hand, came running down the
street in his direction, shut dis comm
woman business is q serious matter ter
me. "-Syracuse Post.
Unhealthy.-Mr. Higgins What
do you think of the latest medical die
tum that kissing is unhealthy?" Mr..
Hunker-''It is quite true. Mr.. Mum
ney caught me kissing his daughter,
and was laid up q whole week. -
Pittsville (Pa.) Review.
doctor, I have an important
physiological question to ask you.
When stand on my head the blood
rushes into my head. Now, when !
stand on my feet, why does it not rush
into my feet?" Because your feet are
not hollow. IN. Y. World.
"A Happy Thought.-She ION the
evening of the wedding day
Harry, just look what large piece OF
wedding cake has been left! What
ever shall we do with it?r He-'I tell
you what, my dear. TIL send it to the
night watchman at our works, then
shall be sure he won't sleep tonight
-Staatsanzeiger.
-May-''You seemed to be so in love
with your art that you would never
marry, and yet here you have eloped
with q man old enough to be your
grandfather" Ethel-"Ah, my dear,
you have no idea how difficult it is tc
find an old master in this country
particularly one worth thirty thousand
q year. -Connoisseur.
-"And the new man" began Jones
what of him?' snapped Mrs. Jones
SWELL, I'm afraid the feminine traits
will 20 to him, the conditions be re.
versed, and" Zones, what do you
mean?" "Oh, that man will be embar
raised, bashful, ashamed in the pres
ence of woman" ''Good heavens
He ought to be nowl"-Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
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WHY THEY PARTED.
Touching Story Of tho Severance of Two
Fond, Young Hearts.

Touching Story Of tho Severance of Two
Fond. Young Hearts.
+ They stood beneath giant elm,
through the leaves of which the red
suns slanting rays were sifted in q
thousand dancing spots of light. Gene
We've Hammersmith's beautiful fawn-
like eyes were downcast, and there
was sad expression upon her rich,
red lips. Slowly she withdrew her lit
tie white hand from Trevelyan Onder-
donk's grasp and permitted the taper
ing fingers to fall against the soft, rich
folds of her gown.
The handsome Young man sighed.
and then impatiently tapped the side
walk with his foot. At length he
spoke, and his voice was husky with
emotion.
Tell me, Gcnevieve," he said, what
has caused you to come to this sudden
determinations"
She raised her eyes; their glances
met; her sweet lips parted, as If she
were about to speak-and then her
glance fell again and she was silent.
Trevelyan Qnderdonk's breast heaved
convulsively as he cried out:
"You must tell me, Genevieve! /
will not let you 60 without an expla-
nation"
"oh, cannott'' she replied, without
looking up.
There was long silence, broken only
by the hum of a distant motor and the
chirping of q chippie in the branches
above them.
At last the young man drew himself
up proudly and, speaking with an effort,
said:
'Genevieve, you are cruel. Some one
has wronged me and you will give me
no chance to defend myself. You know
that ] have loved you ever since the
first time we met: that would sacri-
fee everything for you; that it will
break my heart to give you up. But
so be it! If you do not choose to let me
even know why you renounce me
must stand it. You will love some one
else-perhaps you do SO already! But
II must 20 through life wretched,
doubling and alone!''
AS he finished his strong frome
shook convulsively; he turned and
was about to leave her. With soul.
piercing cry Miss Hammersmith flew
to his side, caught his hands and
sobbed:
mo, no, Trevelyan; it is not that
Do not wrong me by supposing for a
moment that have been unfaithful in
my love for one moment since first we
met out there in the moonlight SO many
happy, happy months ago. No one has
said aught against you. love you
with all my heart and will always love
you, but it cannot be!''
She wept upon his shoulder and he
kissed her where sunbeam fell upon
the rich tresses, turning them into tiny
bars of gold.
Then tell me, VI he said at last, ''what
it is. and even If we cannot have each
other I will go through life with the
memory of your love to sustain me-"
With her beautiful face hidden
against his sleeve, she at last said, be.
tween her sobs:
'Ah, dearest, an impossible social
gulf separates US. live on Bolton
avenue. You live on Bell. We have
two hired girls and your mother has
only one! We must part!'
For moment Trevelyan Onder-
donk's breath almost stuck in his mus
tache, but he caught it Mt last and
strobe away, while the sunlight con-
tinued to sift through the leaves OF
the elm and the chippie kept on chirp'
ing in the branches above the beauti.
full girls head.-Cleveland Press.
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work that he forgot to look at her
was naturally different from other
young men artists, and infinitely more
interesting. He was such q thorough
going artist; he never loafed. In his
leisure moments, which were few, he
was always sketching something. His
work seemed to Olive beyond criticism,
and indeed she never heard the other
artists give it anything but praise.
She had been told that his salary was
at least fifty dollars a week, and prob
ably more. After she heard this her
liking for him was mingled with GER
tain awe. She wondered what he
could do with so much. He certainly
didn't spend it on his clothes; his over
coat had shiny look across the shout
ders--it gave her little sad feeling
whenever she noticed it-and he wore
an questionable soft hat. It was per-
haps part of his charm, that air OF
shabbiness, Of not minding about his
clothes.
There is something so mental and
spiritual about Mr.. Maurice, 'Olive had
once recorded in her Journal; las If he
wasn't interested in food and clothes,
as if he cared only for the things OF
the mind"
Certainly one could not look at him
without receiving an impression OF 9
brilliant mind, keenly alert and alive.
He was evidently a very clever young
man. Olive imagined that he must be
very fond OF books She had the clear
.,< .,;c;oY, ~ his long StudiOuS even.
ings, a vision which she loved to con-
template as she spent one Of her long
evenings in making over an old dress.
This vision was partly dispelled by
seeing some poker chips on his desk
one morning. Though OF course they
might be there quite Enthusiastically
and without reference to the young
man in question, they yet gave new
direction to her imaginings. It was
anite possible that Mr.. Maurice, with
his intellectual face, spent those
studious evenings in playing poker;
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Against the mist the near outlines of
the houses showed themselves with
dream-like distinctness.
Olive had pushed up her window, and
the indescribableo dor of the great city
mingled itself with the thick scent of
tobacco smoke within. The Office
people looked dull and uninteresting
and jaded. They struck her as all
looking alike in this-a sort of family
resemblance 1t was one of her gloomy
afternoons. She was oppressed by the
terrible ineffectiveness of life; all the
dreary fragmentary days leading no
whittier, the dead motives, the untitled
longing, the blindness and stupidity.
She had meant to do so much. Her
artistic career was to have been SO
brilliant. so unparalleled; and here, at
twenty-five, a newspaper artist on
salary of eight dollars week, she
drew fashions and copied photographs
and was cravenly afraid of losing her
position.
A little silence had fallen upon the
office, in which she enjoyed the effect
of solitude. 1t was broken by one of
the artists.
where's Maurice to-day?" he said,
addressing nobody in particular and
without looking up from his work.
Olive glanced at the empty chair in
front of her desk and tried to look pre-
occupied. The color had risen in her
cheeks. The air, the mental air,
seemed suddenly cleared, as if his
name had been little Whit of fresh
wind.
Nobody seemed informed as to the
whereabouts of Maurice, and he was
presumably out sketching. He ap-
peared on the next elevator, and as he
stopped to speak to one of the men
Olive slowly lifted her eyes and swept
his figure with wistful glance. Then
she again tried to look preoccupied.
He came hurrying over to his desk
the next moment and sat down to
work up his sketch, forgetting to
speak to her. 1t was one of the things
she SO niue h liked in him-this ignor-
ing of herself. Olive knew that she
had a beautiful face, and young
man artist SO absorbed in hts