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 ^^i^lijPV. JH â- â-  U-^iHS*^**'*- i 4\ 1 1 Hi pi',. ir t" %r.:. â-  ;* ,a m A CA ST FOR FO RTUNE. Bt CHKISTLA2J RdD, IX " LiPPIirCOTT'S MaGAZIHZ." CHAPTER HL Seem first in the light of a sunset which fined the whole earth said sky with roseate flush, Guadalajara, with its slender towers and shining domes rising out of the wide, Terdant plain, seemed to Derwent like a city of a dream, â€" as fair and white and graceful as if builded of marble and ivory instead of common bricks and mortar. "La Perla del Occidente," a friendly Mexican fellow-traveller told him it was called and the poetical name suited its' appearance well, as it lay steeped in sunset color, the spires of its cathedral rising against the pellucid sky, its Byzantine domes glowing with iridescent color, shaded avenues lead- ing to its gates from all directions, and ex- quisite ranges of azure heights framing the beautiful expanse of the great valley which encompassed it. "What a picture " said Derwent to him- self, as he craned his neck out of the win- dow of the railway car to take it in more fxdly. "And what a country " he added, as his glance swept from the pearly towers to the wide, luminous horizon, over miles of level plain covered with tender green and set with gleaming villages. "As beautiful as Europe, as picturesque and romantic as the East. I hadn't the faintest idea of what I should find here " he ended, prosaically, as the train, slackening its speed, passed through a gap in the city walls and made its slow way to the station. "You were inquiring for the Cosmopolita," said the conductor, as it finally stopped. " Here is the porter." And he pointed to a tall, slender Mexican, wearing a short, braided jacket, and the name of the hotel in large letters around the crown of his som- brero. This dignified person took Derwent 's valise, invited him by a gesture to follow, and threaded his way easily through the crowd toward the place of exit. Declining a carriage, â€" for the exquisite evening air made walking a delight, â€" Derwent followed his guide along a street which led past a beauti- ful old church with an elaborately -sculptur- ed front of brownstone, through a lovely plaza green with trees and fragrant with roses and violets, where a military band was playing and numbers of people were sitting and walking, up a crowded thoroughfare lined with handsome buildings, and finally into the court-yard of a large Spanish house, where at the head of the broad stone steps he was met by an English-speaking land- lord, who relieved him of all further neces- sity to think for himself. An hour later he was seated at one of the small tables placed invitingly around the gal- lery which overlooked the large inner pcUio, or court, with Sen or Fernandez opposite him. The scene was altogether charming to eyes fresh from a more northern latitude. The polished tiles that formed the floor of the wide gallery stretched to a stone balustrade where broad-leafed tropical plants were set in large pots, while through the great arches that sprang from pillar to pillar the dark- viclet sky, sown with golden stars, looked down. Around the gallery various other parties were dining at the tables set here and there, waiters, noiseless" as Oriental slaves, skimmed lightly back and forth over the smooth pavement, the air was soft as a caress, and â€" most important point â€" the cui- sine, was excellent. In the intervals of doing justice to it, Der- went studied the appearance of the man to whom Morell had consigned him. Senor Fer- nandez was probably of middle age, but he bore his years lightly. A slender, dark man, well bred, well dressed, with all the courte- ous suavity of his country, itwasimposslible not to find him agreeable yet Derwent was conscious of a sentimentof distrust which he could only account for by believing that it sprang from a warning given him before he entered Mexico by a man who knew the coun- try welL "The men," he said, "whom I advise you to look most sharply after in business deal- ings are Mexicans who have learned their business methods in the .States. It is a sad fact that in the matter of honesty they are ery likely to be demoralized. Doesn't say much for our higher civilization, does it? I never regretted trusting a native Mexican, but when you find one who is thoroughly Americanized it is generally safe to watcii him." This warning from, a shrewd practical man had struck Derwent as rather an amusing commentary on the higher civilization which at another moment' the speaker would have been ready enough to arrogate to himself and his people. But he remem- bered it when Morell said to him," "You'll find Fernandez speaks English perfectly â€" he lived sixteen years in California â€" and is thoroughly conversant with American habits. He's a capital partner for me. He manages the Mexicans and gets the mines, while I introduce them to the notice of inquiring investors like yourself. â-  You'll like him, I know." Derwent was doubtful on this point, and he still remained doubtful when he met Senor Fernandez. Yet there could be no question of that gentleman's agreeable qualities. As they dined together he proved a very pleasant companion, â€" waived the discussion of business, talked of the attrac- tions of liuadalajara, lightly sketched its history, and deftly chjiaged his tone when he found that Derwent had scant sympathy for the aggressions and tyrannies of the so- called " liberal" government. Senor Fern- andez, it appeared, was one of those gentle- men who always find it convenient to uphold the existing order of things. He spoke familiarly of ministers and governors, shrugged his shoulders when Derwent de- nounced the wholesale robbery and persecu- tion of the Church, was evidently too high- ly civilized to possess either religion or patriotism, and thought that the golden day of promise would dawn for Mexico when, giving up her " antiquated customs," she would be recreated according to the admir- able pattern of her neighbor across the Rio Orande. He was somewhat astonished by Derwent's reply to this. " When that day comes, if it ever does," said the young man, " your country will cease to be worth caring for. She wiU lose her individuality and become a feeble copy of a civilization altogether alien to that which has made her what she is. All that renders her most attractive to those who liave any cultured appreciation will disappear, â€" the foreign charm of her Ijeautifnl old cities, the exquisite manners of her people, the decorum of her vscneB, the respectznl obedience. pf her children, the grace of her pictoreaqne, unhurried life but, more than that, the things in the civilization she desires to imi- tate. There can be no doubt that ' sharp' American practices will be among the first improvements that American admirers ,will import into Mexico." Senor Fernandez smiled, but it was in a somewhat disconcerted manner, as he bowed over his glass of claret. " I am delighted to find that you have so high an opinion of Mexico," he said. " Most Americans think that we have much to learn, and that we cannot do better than copy their more for- tunate country. " "Most Americans â€" like their English kinsmen â€" are too narrow-minded to under- stand that patent Anglo-Saxon methods of civilization don't suit every people," said Derwent. "God knows, they had better reform themselves before setting out to re- form the world. But you take nothing more, senor may I offer you a cigar " It was accepted and lighted, the table cleared, and then the two men looked at each other with a glance of mutual inter- rogation. "Let us get to business now," Derwent said. "You have heard from Morell, of. course. You know that I am here to ex- amine the mine that you and he are offering for sale. When can we go to see it " "We can start to-morrow if you like," the other answered. We will take the dili- gencia to Eitzatlan, and from there it is twenty leagues on horseback to the Buena Esperanza. " "The Good Hope," said Derwent, uncon- sciously translating. "Is that the name of the mine? It may be a good omen. " " The man who first found the loae and gave it that name thought so, anditproved sogood a hope to him that he realized a fortune from it. Several fortunes, in fact, have been realized from the Buena Esperanza but now the water is troublesome, the oars have grown rebellious, the present owners are too poor to handle the property, and so they sell. It is a wonderful mine to go for such a price, Mr. Derwent. You will say that when â-  you see it." i ' 'If BO, the price will be promply paid," said ' Derwent. ' ' But what is that ' Morell was telling me about a difference of opinion among the owners with regard to the sale " t " Oh, there is one of them who is dissatis- fied, â€" thinks the mine ought to bring more, doesn't want to sell at all in fact, and regrets having joined in. the lx)nd. But the others j Vjrought pressure to bear on him and made I him sign so you need not fear about the â- title." I This was explicit enough, and sufficiently plausible; but the same instinct of distrust which he had been conscious of at first made Derwent say to himself that there was something in the transaction whicli might not perhaps reflect credit upon Senor Fernandez if known. It plainly did not concern him, however, to take up the vague- ' ly-suspected grievance of an unknown Mexican. That must be settled between I the parties concerned. All that he had to I df) was to look at the mine, and, if assured ' of its value, pay the price asked, in case a â-  good title could be given him. It was I settled that they would start the next morn- I ixig, and, since nothing could be determined until this journey was made, Derwent, who lieard seductive strains of music near by, proposed that they should finish their cigars in the open air. "We will go to the plaza," said Senor Fernandez. " Every one is there to-night. You will see some very pretty women. Guadalajara is famous for its beauty. " " There are very pretty women in Mexico," observed the young man. "In fact, I think that one face which I saw in the Alameda last Sunday morning is the most beautiful I ever saw anywhere. " "Oh Mexico, being the capital gathers its beauty from all parts of the country, and of course it has more fashion, more style," replied Fernandez. "But it is hard to sur- pass Guadalajara for lovely girls. Corhe j and judge for yourself. " They passed out into the. soft, tropic I night. The plaza from which the music j proceeded was only a block distant, and I when they gained it Derwent thought that he had seen nothing more handsome and j imposing even in the city of Mexico than j the surroundings of the beautiful garden which occupied the center of the large I hollow square, the old Plaza de Armas, that was always the scene of tumult and fight- ing whenever revolution arose or war in- vaded the city. To-night, however, it was difficult to imagine that it had ever witness- ed such scenes. In the middle of the gar- den rose a light Moorish pavilion, from which a military band was pouring forth j music. Orange-trees that filled the air j with the fragrance cf their blossoms lin- I ed a broad walk surrounding the parterres j of tuft and flowers and fountains, where be- j tweeii opposite rows of well-filled benches two streams of promenaders were walk- I ing, â€" all the ladies in one direction, â-  all the men in another, thus passing j and repassing each other as otten as I the circuit of the square was made. Elec- tric lights shed their white radience over the I scene, people were coming and going; i constantly, joining the ranks or drop- I ping out of them, sitting down to tafe j with their friends, or passing from j group to group. There was animated move- i ment, but not the least disorder, for theper- I feet manners of the people are never more fully displayed at than these large open-air gatherings, where the same courtesy and de- corum reign which would distinguish a pri- vate conpany m the most exclusive drawing room. Derwent sat down with his companion on the first bench where vacant seats presented themselves, and looked at the setting of this attractive scene. One side of the square was faced by the long and handsome front of the Governor's palace, the other by the great mass of the cathedral building, â€" a pictursque mixture of Byzantine and Greek architecture with its tall towers rising against the deep- violet sky. The remaining two sides were lined by brilliantly -lighted arcades, and the whole effect was of a long-established order and opulence. "Oh, yes," said Senor Fernandez, in answer to a remark to this effect, " Giutda- lajara has been a place of great wealth and importance for more than two hundred years. It is only second in importance to Mexico itself. But observe whether or not " I have already seen a number of pretty answered Derwent. "GnadaJajara is e^d«»tly ' La Perla del Occidente m many respects. Butâ€" by Jove it can t be posaWe !-^es, it is WeU, this is cer- tainly extraordinary " As he uttered these quick, disjointed re- marks, his companion turned, stared at him for an instant, and then, following the direc- tion of his glance, saw in ^the "?« « promenaders a tall, handsome man of dis- tinguished bearing advancing with a beauti- ful girl on his arm. She walked with a step as firm, a carriage as stotely, as his own, and they were both of api)earance so striking that they would liave attracted attention anywhere. „ -j "Oh you know Don Maurizio, then said Fernandez, in a tone of surprise, which, had Derwent observed!? would have struck hun as not being very well pleased. But he did not observe at all. He was looking at the lovely face of the girl passing by, as he an- swered, absently, â€" "Donâ€" who? No, I don't know the man at all. But that is the same lady I saw in the Alameda in Mexico last Sunday. How curious that she should be here '" "No more curious than that you are here yourself," answered the other, smiling. "Those people have a large hacieda near this place, and Don Maurizio has evidently come in to meet his daughter on her return from Mexico." "But Morell told me that her father was an Irishman." "Well, so he is. Do you think he looks like a Mexican He is Don Maurizio Or- mond, who married the great Cardella heir- ess. She had a magnificent estate, but he has doubled or trebled it since it came into his hands. He has remarkable business capabilities but then he had such opportuni- ties as do not come to many men. His daugh- ter is very handsome, and a greater heiress than her mother. It is said that her father will look at no one less than a prince for her." "But princes do not exist in Mexico." "No but we have only a f6w great landed asistocrats to represent them. Rut Don Maurizio, it is said, will go to the Old World for an alliance for his daughter. He comes, I believe, of a noble family himself: and as for the Cardellas, everybody krows that they are of pure Spanish descent and have held their lands by royal grant since the Conquest." "The matrimonial prospects of the Senori- ta Ormond seem to be a good deal canvassed," said Derwent. "Morell told me, when I saw her in the Alameda, that she would probably marry her cousin, the representative of her mother's family, in order to restore the land to the name. " "The Cardellas are, of course, anxious for that; but it is said that Don Maurizio does not favor the idea. How Dona Zarifa stands herself I have never heard, but she will cer- tainly have a word to say in the matter, or report does her injustice. " "She has too noble and too strong a face not to have a word â€" the most important word^to say," Derwent remarked, positive- ly. "That girl will never allow her hand to be given away for considerations of family or .ambition. â€" But they do not return, Surely they have grown tired of walking very soon. " "Probably they were only taking a turn around the plaza while looking for seats," said Fernandez. "Shall we walk and look for them?" "By all means," answered DerVent, rising -lightly. As with his companion he fell into place in the circling masculine throng, he did not think of the difference between the first time he had seen Dona Zarifa and the present. The first time he had been indiffer- ent whether he saw her again or not, while now he was conscious of a strong desire to look once more on a face that fascinated him like a rare and exquisite picture. But, although he made several circuits of the plaza, and scanned as closely as compa- tible with good manners the row of faces on each side of the promenade, he had no furth- er glimpse of Don Maurizio or his daughter. (to be coktisued). THE LOST PEAELS. A Koman Story, with a Bit ornamor Too. A few days ago, while strolling through the Pincio, a public garden in Rome, the keeper of a cafe found a row of pearls lying upon the ground. They were strung upon a broken string. " Aha, " thought he, "I shall please my wife with these. " So home he trudged with them, and to his spouse he quoth " I should like to give you something handsomer, but these will have to do. " "And what did you pay for them?" she asked." Five francs," said he. "You paid enough, surely," said she, "for they are wretched imitations." Then the poor fellow confessed that he had found, not bought them. "Faugh!" cried the wife, "I'll wear nothing which has been cast off," and she threw the bauble behind the trunk. By the merest chance the husband read m one of the public prints next mornijig that the Princess Olimpia Doria d'Avella had lost a row of pearls belonging to a fa- mous antique necklace. For the return of the treasure a reward of 1,000 francs ($200) would be paid. Then the restaurateur (his name was Peppe) expiscated the strmg of pearls from the rubbish behind his wife's trunk and took the bundle to the Pa- lazzo Colonua, where the princess lived. The princess identified the pearls as her lost treasures, and she promptly and ioyfuUy paid Sig. Peppe 1,000 francs, «ho took a fiendish delight in taunting his wife with the circumstance that she had spumed a necklace which any queen might envy. The complete necklace, composed of four rows of pearls, each row fastened with a separate diamond clasp, was the finest pearl necklace m Italy. Aside from its intrinsic value of $20,000, it was treasured by the prmcess as an heirloom, havuig been in the family many generations.â€" CAtcoz/oA'cfr*. Wliat He Dreampt About. "John, John, wake up You've got the nightmare. What are you dreaming about '" ';0h it was all a dream I thought I had been left a fortune, Maria." wu^.**" ""^^ pufllng at a terrible rate. What were you dreaming about?" "I thought it was bank holiday and I had lassoed an iceberg, pulled it into harbor and was seUing it at the rate of ten shUlings a VSL '^^ selline a ton a minute " J hn I" ^^' ^iieaxa of such luck â„¢lT°"i??'J*^~y°°" " yo° '^Ul put T. your cold feet against your own back fike OUB OOUHTBTS HISTOBY. A Telame of laterest to Every CaaadlsK Patriot. Mr. Douglas Brymner, Archivist of the Dominion of Canada, has given evident of the importance of the office he holds, and of the marked ability with which he fills it, by the production of the bulky volume contam- ing his official report for 1889. There is not a page in this report which is not valuable to the historian, and there is much that will prove interesting to the general historical The report includes the conclusion of the papers belonging to the Haldimand collec- tion. Sir Frederick Haldimand's diary is particularly interesting, as it introduces us in quite an informal way to many of the leading actors in the stirring series of events on this continent immediately preceding and succeeding the Declaration of Independence in 1776. The collection of papers left by this warrior is as valuable to historians on this side of the Border as it is to those across the St. Lawrence river. The petitions pre- sented to Sir Frederick from officers, soldiers, sailors, civil servants and even civilians for appointments, allowances and gratuities to recoup them for losses sustained through the rebellion, throw a significant side-light upon the troubles and annoyances to which people were then subjected, and of which the ordinary histories tell us nothing. John Macdonald sends a petition from Montreal, September 10th, 1791, stating that he " is 74 years of age and his wife 67, and that he has nine sons, seven in the army and two on the King's works. He recounts the persecutions he has suffered, and being reduced to poverty from the losses he sustained, prays lor relief." In July, 1778 came a petition from "Caijtains Alexander McDonald, John Munro and Samuel Anderson of the Royal Regiment of New York for themselves and others, pray â-  ing that some plan may be adopted to relieve the distress of their families, and remove them out of the hands of their enemies." Petitions for various requests are from Lieutenant Donald McKinnon, Lieutenant John McLean, Captain Malcom Frazer, Captain Neil Maclean, Captain W. Dunbar, Captain D. Robertson, Ensign, Prenti3e, Quartermaster Duncan Murray, Privates Roberts Grant and James McDougall, and others belonging to the regiment known as the 84th or Royal Highland Emigrants. From the Haldimand collection we get many glimpses into the social and business life of these times. Petitioners ask for licenses to sell liquor, to practice as attor- ney -at law, to act as inspectors of chimnej's, or as recruiting officers, and in divers other ways. The slavery question comes up in these petitions at frequent intervals. In January, 1779, Agnes Laforce states "that her late husband suffered for his loyalty and was compelled to leave Virginia that she and her family were taken prisoners by British troops and Indians, and with thir- teen negroes taken to Detroit, where the negroes were sold." So- she prays Sir Fred- erick Haldimand to restore them to her, or to see that she gets their value at Montreal, where she had taken up her abode. Alex- ander Henry, Montreal, asks to be allowed, October 5th, 1778, to sell a negro for a debt due him by the negro's late master. At .Quebec, March 29th, 1782, a. negro named approprictely John Black, who had been a seaman in the King's service implores Sir Frederick to give him a passport to protect him in his libertj' of which his then employ- er, a Captain Martin, sought to deprive him. Quite a harvest of historical and genea- logical dati will result from any sur\-ey which may be made of the old burying-ground of the Dominion, and thesoonersuch a work is commenced the" better. In the volume of Archives now before us we find an instance of this. The old English burying-ground in Montreal at the corner of Dorchester and St. Urban streets was, a dozen years ago, des- troyed and converted into a so-called park. In this little enclosure were interred many people of note in early Canadian history. The stones which marked the graves were removed, and all trace of most of them, ap- parently, has been lost. Fortunately, many years before this act of vandalism was per- petrated by. the authorities Mr. Walter Shanly, M. P. copied many of the inscrip- tions, and they are printed in the volume of archives. In sending these transcriptions to Mr. Brymner, Mr. Shanly wrote :â€" " In some few cases, where descendants of the early English residents were still to be found and who thought it worth their while their ancestors' bones 'from insult to protect' the tombstones and monuments with the re- mains they guarded, were removed to Mount Royal Cemetery. But such instances were not many, and, doubtless, the ashes of scores of once noted citizens of Montreal lie beneath the sward of the new 'park,' while the stones which once marked the graves and ' implored the passing tribute of a sigh ' have been turned to base account in the macadamizing of the streets. They manage these things better in the States. In Boston the Kmg's Chapel and the Park burial places, and m New York, Trinity and St. Paul's churchyards would, if put up for sale, have a money value to be reckoned by the millions but the hand of the destroyer has never been permitted to touch them. " As Mr Brymner shows, other places in Can- adaâ€" \V mdsor, N.S., for exampleâ€" have not been so neglectful as Montreal but still it may safely be said that the latter are the exceptions, and that the old God's-acres are not only neglected but are passing into a condition of decay which will shortly make their old monuments totolly illegible. The work of copying these memorials should be entered upon at once and systematically earned through, and we know of no one better able to direct such a duty than the Canadian Archivist. The result of such work shoiUd be filed in hU office, and there, too all the old burial registers should find a resting and protecting place. ADABlir(j Adventarcs ventarcs of *?, K««cl.eatl,eE«tc2]r.,'^K 4. very unusiul feat of A **^ ' last sununer is renortli • '"=tic jJ^ mg Norwegia/walmrhtt" " smt of wabus pushed hu^;^ ' 'Q la into the ice along th?„ "^^Oj land, andlande.li:„.*'^tof Worse ThMi the Girls. A strange fad of the young men of the present day ,s darkening the eyebrows and the eyelashes. They imagine this process gives an expression of strength to the face which IS otherwise lacking. The stuff used Ibltl^Sn^"""'" tiny box, and is form to the stump of a binder used by a crayon or pasteUe artist. This tiny kid L* appbed m a dexterious manner, first to trace i^"*S^t' "^f ^*° *^« "^«^ wwpe. After this the OTelatiies are tbneUil a^£then^ slight M^^^^r^^^, S^ffi^w Wer Ud. At each cdtS. pSt ir ^i^"' *^**« dash of the dark p5w- der Capt. Koldewey Knudsen first reaciied' tu""""â„¢' rJ middleofAugust.andli'^i^ of being hopelessly be^et.K'^^ii self amply repaid by thci"'?»8btl walnis, and it did not take v "HS^ up his vessel. ""'^m! He skirted the deenlv ;„ ' northern direction, lafc^?^" He was for some time bes| T^^l druted north, and for some I't '«' in the pack on the north ,ZJ ^^^ Island He finally, howC°' K reached open water fn safetl' "" This was a very daring if nnt enterprise. The Arcti^c irL- ust the east coast aTi.lf. "' partofGreenlan^dSi;^;^ against the east coast aTi.l' " 'm that part of Greenland Si^-iS unknown long after the west "*I general features, was very well !!^' " » the Koldewey expedition: K*^ was crushed in tV,P ,-^^ „-.i .?""levei was crushed in the ice, and7h»"„ -^1 terrible suffering and a long i^^'M on the ice floes, reached su^SZ*^" west coast. â-  "'""thesomi.r In recent years, howevpr iV,^ L attempts ha^'c be^n madeto 2'°^^ coast The first was by NordelJl^ landed on Cape Dan in 1883 the *;^" Nansen, who reached Semalikfiori?!' and from that pomt made his overland iJ' ney to Godthaab and the third bnfe mg walrus himter whose advemi* curred severa hundred miles nonh^ ' points reached by the other two travell^ A Eing no Thief Baie Touch, "a costly ring, unguarded by police A special watchmen, hangs suspended b'v J silken cord around" the n ' ' the maid of Almodena, a patron saint of I Madrid, in one of the beautiful parb in tks I Spanish capital. It is set with diamonil and pearls, notwithstanding which then no danger of it« being stolen. The greater, f thief in Madrid would not touch it any quick' l er than he would the plate on his or. I mother's coffin. Its history is curions aril interesting, and equal to anything foffidij mediaeval folk lore. Tlie ring iiia8iiiii(| for King Alfonso XII, who gave it to b I cousin, the pretty Mercedes, on the day til their betrothal. She wore it during fe I short married life. On her death the E;! presented it to his grandmother, Qisgl Christiana. She died soon, and the Ki;| passed the deadly little circle to his astel Infanta del Pilar, who died within the mociL I Again it started on its deadly rounds. Kr.[ finding a place on the finger of Curistiia| the j'oungest daughter of the Duke ofMoL-.-f pensier, but in less than three months she a!! so was dead. Alphonso next put the rji:| injhis own casket aiid lived less than a yerl after so doing. Xo wonder it safely hsKi| on a statue in an un"uarded souare. Eepaiiee Extraoidinaiy. "How does the world smell to you ri that long nose'" said the donkey tods elephant. "About as it sounds to you with tliKl long ears," replied the elephant. I "How does the world taste you with tlose I big teeth " said the donkey. 1 "About as it feels to you with those fc I hoofs." replied the elephant. "Are those two tails you have," said »l donkey, "one before aha one behind* "Are those two wings you have," rep the elephant, "one on each sideofywj head?" I "Oid pipe line," said the donkey, "ktB see you blow your nose." 1 "Old fog-horn," replied the elephant, i- me hear you sing." " „. il "Your nose is too big for your body 'l the donkey, "which is saying a great d* and it must be very inconvenient to yo" "No more inconvenient," iep"ea "e ' phant, "than it must be for you to haveju J a voice to sing and such eai-s to with. " ,, „„ „riJ I "I believe," said the donkey, ' « «^! put out a fire with a spout from thatpie« hose of yours. " ,, i "Not if you fanned it with those ear: with a blast from that throat ot joui- And the donkey gave it up. What a Woman Can Do. "Is there anvthiug a man can (jo t^ woman can't do?" asked the ^vonian "^^ advocate, as she adjusted her spectacle* looked around upon the audience. "That's it," said the bald-h^^ Jt, the back of the hall, " P^VVoma^ ul6^=" Bring these opponents of woman right to their mutton. u^ei" "You see," pursued the lad), ^^^,^^ not without our friends among ^^^,^y sex. Again I ask the question, is ^^.^ ^^,, thing a man can do that a '^^'fTl^^^ " ood, good," cried the bald-je^^^i I enthusiastieaUy "she c*" " ^tdo.I woman can do things that a man t* know it." You hear," said the lady triunip^t^ as she waved her hand, "yo"" ays. champion of our down-trodden se ^^^ ., woman can do things that a n'*V,a„tl3i Tell us, my friend, what woman ««. a man can't do." .. htWi, "She can telk a man to deatn,.^ J^_^^J said the bald-headed man. andif)-»° â- tong"' the bald-headea man, "-^Sa^ist!^ hear my old woman when she g« ^^^^ j* on to me, you'd l)elieve it, " "^^his'speech broke up the ineetiBg- Eapid Musical Prog^^^fcr Mr. DeRich-'-Imustb^ag",,^ my daughter, must I She' ?» Ji* music Store on hand now .; tn-st »P a tiipe organ, then a banjo, tn _^ then a gidtar, then a zither, ^^^^ lin, anidean. k"0ws ^^^l£titei' sh^ want's a harp. Has she «^ ^^ gle one of the instruments air ^^ *^. De Rich-"Of t^jiag could she? She no sooner gew ment tuned up and J«*2X^«T^ -my i* BWB ^«it of fa**^ 1*^ theair swee jSi^mB' and the «2;^ral effects, 'â- flunshiny morning /walking along » h rfiSnveryfulbiessoi 'tljii winter? I ntinned the boy. Oh" sai*^ *^^ ^** nv' " because the sap ^-' to move upw!ir| „ffle»nd workout soni. Tfils you'd have more cl "in the world than yl mooning about in these! '•^re beautiful. Beau| wanted to know Ulookstwhatlamto- rihe father walked angJ ^v felt sad. Butapoet.l 'wandering in the wood jsaid, and spoke to thd i So you wish to know 1 ^ntiftd, my lad I will BOW, but probably you I «,re than I can tell you. [The poet led the boy tj Lund which were fruit-tH jlossom. Some of the blod Id the grass was spangled I "There, then," said the 11 the flowers there now ?l ' That I cannot tell," sail [but I can show you sor Lip you. Lie down on th| Ito that hole." I "nie lad did as he Was he could see nothing, xk; but soon he said, 'is lighted up with comes a funny lit hat is going to happen ' I " There is to be a wedd ttd the poet, " and that is I The lad was very still Etched beside him, and t |e whole affair. The bi 1 in a great state of flust aistcoat could be seen mov the lad's watchful eyes) at the sun, and theu at ndeUon on the grass, hpina would not be late. |e mother of the bride nber of friends. She in a French-lookinj Jegantly draped spiders' iited her complexion exac J father of the bride he ne old officer, and had h having been wound jainst the gamekeepers. IThe bridegroom became icited until the bride appC: fcrful wedding gown made c khcately tacked togethei king covered with tiny flc nite rabbits as her bridesii ng party was said by all â-  lost charming that had evei eniony was very short (foi are always done qui i whole of the guests came i A Uttle mould had lee pde and bridegroom, and kind about them. The bride per sad, but she brighten i birds began the wedding rious chorus it was The s 1 amongst the branches r 'â-  bandmaster (Herr Larl d, gave the key-note, anc tiny wings. The imtsic, t iwersâ€" every thing seem h happmess of the new! N little bri(ie felt it so mu Mvr tears hut one knoi pdtoa sparrow that she M an excuse for the ])ri 1 for he did so at once. [As soon as the chorus v fos shook a number of 1 on the lawn. Thev 1 »ed to the bride and 1 •artmy beaks into the flo 1^ health to all. In re} P Mrs. Rabbit stood up a "Jioses with their tii »ed to all the guests, a; f6dy to their home. In /J^f gone. I^'ie lad rub'oed his eves, i qere all a dream but th "de him, and the lawn st onu. "Now I underst K»ly "all these lovelv BS decorations for the ^^labbits." j^erhapg you are right,"s nelad went home and Id Jilt '^^^ to his fatl Li |*â„¢ff and nonsense -of how yon are to gel ' and less of your eve 'amake a better figure i °,;â„¢\Poet knew this w -tbe beauty of this wor a Mid butter is to prov ' *lture's richly gifted %m