Ames Advance from Ames, Kansas • 2

AMES ADVANCE. ON KISSING. What a Young- Mao Should Vj Case a Pretty Girl'. Ruby Lip, tdlktte Im. pre anion on Him.

A certain young nr. iteg me to a tusker fight. Description of a Combat Between Two Enraged Elephants. Few people have ever had the oppor- tnnity of witnessing a battle between ..1 1 1 BY CELBEC. CLINE.

KANSAS 1MES. inform him as to Wa exactly doing the square tw to kiss a to it not for my feelings. Properly to manage a love affair, a man should not be in love with the lady. That is one of the first rules of art. Now I am in love, I mean and I can't obey the rules of art; and my confounded feelings trip me.

I get jealous and sulk, and all that sort of thing; though I know all the time that it is a mistake to sulk when nobody cares about it. I wish I were as sure that my luck would not spoil all as that I shall succeed. Laugh if you like, but I believe in presentiments. I snail win. I have that in me that will buy the triumph; but as the prize is in my hand my luck will cross me again, and I shall lozv it." "Nonsense said Day ton.

"Stuff "Very good. Wait and see," said Tom; and in the same breath, "Why, what is Miss girl girl rick was afraid to let Mr. Bingham leave, her." "She is afraid lest I should misconstrue' even this small favor," thought Tom, bitterly. "She wishes me to know that she came because she could not help herself." And he walked beside her, looking so grim, that Mollie, who bad intended to bring about a better understanding, lost heart and walked in silence also. So they reached the old house, where the rest of the party were waiting tor them a ruinous old building, with a general air of sullen wretchedness brooding over it.

The man of whom Mollie had spoken lay within in a stifling den, destitute even of a window; matted, begrimed, raving and horrible to look at, as dimly seen in the dark bed-room. Tom made a brief examination and came out to the expectant party, carefully shut- whom he is not engaged without asking her permissrjn Now, I am always HUMAN VOICES. rbelr Endless Range National Peculiarities and Inherited Defects. The range of voices is almost endless. The voices of childhood, of youth, of maturity and of old age have distinguishing qualities among all nations.

There are three kinds of voices that can be efficiently cultivated the singing, Speaking and crying. The first has the greatest artistic range and the highest commercial value; the second has many delightful possibilities, but is sadly neglected; the third is nearly always disagreeable but often effective. Voices are inherited, and have national peculiarities. The Latin races willing to aelp a poor, struggling and ambitio 1 young man along, but this K.lbSl ftm lincinncn id mlfr Affat Vial rt mtr 8P.aere. In fact, though I have written JSiUer That morning the entire party at Kother-hithe had embarked for an excursion to a neighboring town.

Tom determined to throw up his office of shawl-bearer, had walked to the forward car, where he stood talkine. as lust ouoted. with Davton. Per tingtne aoor aicer nim. "Well, what is it?" said everybody t.

gether. "MaJignaut small pox," answered tm. ''Good heavens!" a pile of poetry about kisses, kissing girls, I have never attempted the business more than twice in my life, and then I was altogether too nervous, too excited, to ask the girl's permission to kiss her. I always considered this thing of kissing a girl a very serious matter. I think a young- couple left Tt was Bine-ham whh exr.liiiirif.rl Hi, ing back, a spoke, from Tom' near neighborhood: "Why, we hare bjw here long enough to contract the disease Aunt I are famous for liquid tones, the Saxons and Slavonic for deep and heavy vocal sounds.

The men who belong to tribes mome i pray let me poreunw you to come away." "Thank you," returned the younger lady, without stirring, and still loorjng at Tom, THE ELF-CHILD. (MODKRV.) Little Orphant Annie's come to our bouse to stay, An' wash the oups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board an'-kecp; An' all us other children, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostdst fun A-list'nin' to the witch tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the grobble-uns 'at gits you you V. Don't Watch Out! Onc'tthey was a little boy wouldn't say his pray'rs An' when he went to bed at night, away upstairs. His mammy heerd him holler, an' his daddy heerd him bawl, An' when they turn't the kivvora down he wasn't there at all! An' they seeked him in the ratter-room, an' cubby-hole an' press. An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, a everywhere, I guess, But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout I An' the gobble-uns 'II git you Ef you Don't Watch Outl An' oue'time a little girl "ud alius laugh an' grin.

An' make fun of ever' one an' all her haps something beside the shawls was at the bottom of this move. Bingham walked with Mollie, who looked as fresh as the rose in her little hat, and blushed as prettily. Bus then it was not a pleasant sight for Tom, and he went on in a rage, leaving Aunt Slap Derrick and her bundles to Bingham, also. Mrs. Slap Derrick was not the woman to bate one jot of her claims for the prettiest girl in the world.

Bingham was fully occupied with her; and meantime Mollie found that she had left her bag in the waiting-room, and sprang out to fetch it. How in an instant, from careless ease and security, we sometimes find ourselves hanging between life and death! Mollie did you guiug ao, Mr. iu mu uiMD ciepiiiims, or "TUSKerS, so called; but those who have had the "privilege" declare that it is a sight never to be forgotten. Mr. G.

P. San-; derson, officer in charge of the Government elephant-catching establishment in Mysore, who spent thirteen years, among the wild beasts of India, gives the following description of a tusker-fight which he witnessed while in pur--suit of a large herd of elephants: "The herd consisted of about fifty individuals, and after examining thenv for nearly an hour at close quarters, merely keeping the wind, we turned to. rejoin the pad-elephant on the Just then a shrill trumpeting and crashing of bamboos about two hundred yards to our left broke the stillness, and from the noise we knew it was a tusker-fight. "We ran towards the place where the sounds of combat were increasing every moment; a deep ravine at last only separated us from the combatants, and we could see the tops of the bamboos bow- ing as the monsters bore each other-backwards and forwards, with a crashing noise in their tremendous struggles. "As we ran along the bank of the.

nullah to find a crossing one elephant -uttered a deep roar of pain and crossed the nullah some forty yards in advance-of us, to our side. Here he commenced destroying a bamboo-clump in sheer fury, grumbling deeply the while with rage and pain. Blood was streaming from a deep stab in his left side, high, up. "The opponent of this Goliath must; have been a monster indeed to have-worsted him. An elephant-fight, if the combatants are well matched, frequently lasts a day or more, a round being fought now and then.

The beaten elephant retreats temporarily, followed leisiurely by the other, itil, by mutual consent, they meet again. The more powerful elephant occasionally keeps--his foe in view till he perhaps kills otherwise the beaten elephant betakes himself off for good, on finding he has -the worst of it. "The wounded tusker was temporarily-beaten combatant of the occasion, and I have seldom seen not find the bag at once and she was determined not to lose it, as it held her watch and chain. She was gone, she thought, but a uiuuitnife, uiu tue uttiu was iu mu liuii aim her mother and Mrs. Slap Derrick screaming- for her as she steDned on the nlatform.

It was all in an instant. One moment she was trying for a foothold on the steps, the next she was being dragged by the train, clinging desperately to the railing of the car platform, sure of going under the wheels if she relaxed her hold, and sure An' onc't, when they was "company, an' ole descended from Ishmaol have powerful voices; tho women of the samefamilies speak in flute-like tones. The Chinese have but two registers and rough, low and indistinct. The Indian tribes and New Zealanders have harsh voices. Among civilized nations there are two grades of voices, as distinct in character.

The educated and refined people of all countries have attractive qualities in their voices; the unlettered and vulgar usually express themselves in sounds that are repulsive. Keeping within tho limit of enlightened nations, a profitable field for study and illustrations may be found worthy of more than passing reflection. At home we have, as a nation, three distinct grades of voices tho New England high key, the Southern drawl and the Western chop. The parent of American nes is British, with three distinctive featuresEnglish, Irish and Scotch the Irish being the richest of the three, the Scotch the hardest. Of the voices of the multitude little need be said they are common and the word brands them as disagreeable.

Education is the basis of the thousand charms found in vocal sounds; not merely the education of schools, but the higher education of refining associations, with effects that come by intuition, like many other graces that make men and women delightful companions. Every voice has ta definite value as tangible as good looks or a well rounded figure. The actor favored with a pleasing voice attracts his audience. The orator may lead the multitude after ioiks was more, She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't rare! of going under, in any event, a little further on. A woman had been cut to pieces there two weeks before.

She1 had time to remember that. She saw the white An' thist as she kicked her heels, an turn't to run an' hide. They was two great big Black Things shocked faces of men looking down 'at her: Bingham, who had made his way to the door, among: the rest, and wondered why ny uer siae, An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'lor she knowed what she's agouti An' the gobble uns '11 git you they did not help her. She seemed to have dragged there for an eternity, yet it was but an instant, when somebody clasped her about the waist; somebody, panting and breathing hard, ran desperately with the train, slacking its spead now as her peril was discovered; helping hands were held out; somebody held her up, stunned and dizzy; Mollie stood in the door; the little knot of men made way for her, and Mrs. Slap Derrick, who had: seen it all, seized her hands.

"My poor child! my dear child!" cried Mrs. Si lap Derrick. Mrs. Miller 1 Don't Watch Out! An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is bine, An' the lnmpwick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo I An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray, An' the lightnln'-bugs in dew is all squenched away Tou better inind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear. An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear, An' ho the po' an' needy ones 'at clusters all about, "Er the gobble-uns '11 git you Ef you Don't Watch Out! James TF7ii(com7 ItiU.y, in juiis Juar nal.

thank trool that she is sate I Mrs. Miller, calmly tying np a parcel, looked up in surprise, thus pathetically "Safe! Good Lord! what has been the matter?" uoeuri" "Stay here," said Tom. "In this dreadful den?" Tom's face lighted up. "In this dreadful den a man is dying for want of the commonest care and I know the people of this country. Neither man nor woman could be hired to act as his nurse or argued out of Jheir fears.

I have no such fears, and it is my duty as a physician." Mollie cast an appealing look at Mrs. Slap Derrick. "Bt how can you live, Mr. Du Coeur?" "Re can not live Tom, I will not allow it!" exclaimed his aunt. "I think you would not wish me to leave any human being to a dog's death," answered Tom, resolutely.

"And for living, you and Miss Mollie will send me a basket of well, the delicacies of the season and such medicines as I shall order every day, and Dayton will leave it outside the door." Mollie came close to him with the look that she had worn when she had thanked him for her life. "You are a hero," she said. "A real hero and a truly brave man I never respected a man in my life as I do you, Mr. Du Coeur, and whatever I can do to help you shall be done." The next moment she was shocked and scandalized at herself and turned hastily away but she not take back her words. And Tom lived on them through all the weary weeks that were to come.

His star was in the ascendant now, and Bingham's luck paled before it. He was not only Mpllie's hero, but everybody's hero. The packing of his basket was the event of the day. In vain he protested that it was not a basket for a garrison ora hospital. The ladies had a theory tbat the more of a ood thing tho better, and sent him everything on which they could get their unscrupulous little fingers.

Mollie's contribution was always by itself in a dish covered with leaves and a bouquet attached, or what Tom valued more, a note, reading something like this: "Mr. Du Ccbht: "Dear Si How is your gorilla? and are you sure you are quite well? And your aunt, Mrs. Slap Derr ck, wishes you would write. Mr. Dayton is so unsatisfactory.

He never will say anything but tbat you are or 'living like bricks." or something of that sort. M. Mii.i.kh," And though this may not be a model note in style, and certainly was written in a school-girl hand, Miller" herself, not the least exacting of persons, would have been satisfied with the reception that Tom gave it, though he never answered for fear of sending them small-pox in an envelope during his whole six weeks of trial. But the weeks themselves were done at last. Tom's gorilla restored no great benefit to society iu that.

He was but a poor, drunken creature at his best; and Tom came back gaunt and pale. Mollie, who had been most anxious for his coining, when he did come, turned shy. She was only brave on impulse; and now he was close by her he looked formidable. She wished that she had never called bim a hero, never written him any notes. Tom grew desperate and spoke out "I wish that I was back again with the gorilla." "Why?" asked Mollio, with a little start "Because then you were kind to me.

Now you seem to hate me." "I am sure I do not hate you," answered Mollie, raising; her eyes to his, and the eyes said so much that Tom grew bolder. "But I am not satisfied with that Mollie. I want you to love me." Mollie looked up at him quickly, and looked down as quickly, and tried to get away the hand that he had taken, and failing, dropped her head on his shoulder. "My darling," murmured Tom, in a "Are you hurt!" exclaimed Bingham, bustling up. "I was so frightened, Miss Mollie." "Hurt! frightened!" Mrs.

Miller began to alone to themselves should never resort to kissing until every other kind of argument has completely failed. I don't think I would prove a success as a kisser of females if I had to beg for a kiss before I got it Between you and the fence post, young man, it's my humble opinion that when you are alone with a girl and she manages to get her mouth somewhere in close proximity to yours, you are a stupid fool for not taking advantage of tho situation. Undoubtedly it's highly proper to asjj a girl for a kiss, but I should a thousand times rather get the grand bounce for having stolen a kiss, than to run the risk of being refused on asking her for the same, and having the girl make it her special business to advertise the matter from one end of the city to the other. Take, for instance, a high school girl. Were you to ask her for a kiss, and she to refuse the same, the whole town would know it the very next day, while if you had kissed her on the spur of the moment, or better, right square on the mouth, she would (perhaps) have the good sense to keep the matter to herself, as it would be a give-away on her and not on you.

I nave a faint idea that it's a mighty cold kiss that one gets for the begging. As I am inexperienced I may be mistaken. I have a good amount of cheek, but not enough to warrant me to ask a girl for a kiss. If any girl acquaintance of mine can't let me know that her mouth is made to be kissed, and that it would be acceptable without my having to question her on the matter, why, all I nave to say is that she will have to wait a good while before I kiss her. They say stolen fruit is the sweetest.

I don't know about that, for I never stole a peanut in my life but that it was bad; but be it as it may, there are very few things sweeter on earth than a stolen kiss. First, you want to be in the humor for the business. Second, you want to get tho idea into your head that the girl is just dying to be kissed by you and is only waiting for you to make the break. Once possessed of this idea and your conscience will be relieved of all scrupulous thoughts as to whether it 's exactly doing the square thing by the girl or not. Then you want to take a good view of her mouth and see just how much of it you can take in.

If she has a regular rose-bud mouth, why take it all in and throw your whole soul into one kiss, but il her mouth has the appearance of a piece of landscape cut in two by a waterless river, then the safest plan is to take in the corners and byways, and sort oi divide your kiss into sections. If the girl has pretty cheeks and the powder isn't piled on regardless of expenses, try them. Most girls have no end of cheek, therefore a fellow can seldom miss fire in kissing a girl on the cheek. If there is anything that makes me tired it is to hear of a fellow attempting to kiss a girl on the ear. Do not attempt any such a thing.

Nine cases out of ten the girl will make a slight dodge so as( to impress you with the idea that you are really surprising her in your action; the result is you miss the ear, kiss her hair and get j'our mouth full of ten-eent hair oil. That may be fun for some, but I prefer a different kind of a picnic. And I advise you to steer clear of the eyes. Eyes are made to look into, but never to be kissed. I knew a young man once whose girl had such beautiful eyes.

My! they were fine. Well, one time he grow hysterical. Everybody talked to- such a picture of power and rage as he presented, mowing the bamboos down with trunk and tusks, and bearing the-thickest part over his fore-feet. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed. He backed from the clump and stood like a statue.

Not a sound broke the sudden stillness for an His antagonist was silent, wherever he was. Now the tip of his trunk came slowly round in our direction and I saw that, we were discovered. "I fired upop the ground, and a little the right; the next stant down came his ponderous fore-foot within a ffw innhfis of my left tlnVli. and I PLUCK AND LUCK. geiner.

Mollie leaned oack, every nerve jarring to that dreadful, remroseloss rhythm to which she had been dragged. She was not even curious to know who was her preserver. She was in a sort of mental swoon when Mrs. Miller asked who had A Story Showing How the Former Won. saved her.

"A brakeman, was it not?" she said. faintly, and looking at Bingham. "You saw. I should like to find him and give him something." "I I am not sure," answered Bingham, hesitating, tor ne iiaa seen loin, perfectly. "Ho wore a wide hat; very like a brake-man as you say." "What is that cried Mrs.

Slap Derrick, Shamir. "You do not know. Bin ffhani? I should think you might; I saw him dis tinctly, over your snoumer. it was lom Du Coeur, Miss Mollie. if you liko to know." "I did not know.

I was so shocked. I was trying to get to Mollie, myself" muttered Bingham, greatly abashed under tnat lormuiaoie look oi nis aunt's, wmch Tom called her, "rhinoceros expression." "Mr. Du Coeur!" repeated Mollie, blushing brightly. She could not tell why, but she was glad that it was- Tom. Mrs.

Slap Derrick where is he? Why does ho not come Here I i want to thank him, Where has he gone?" "He has a bad habit of modesty," an- ewered Mrs. Slap Derrick, diyly, which was very true. Besides, Tom did not choose that Mollie hould love him, if sheerer loved him.out of gratitude, and he hid him should have been "trodden on had I not been quick enough, when I saw the fore-foot coming, to draw my leg from the sprawling position in which I fell. As the elephant rushed over me he shrieked shrilly, and I inferred rightly that he was in full flight. Had he stopped I should have been caught, but the heavy bullet had taken all the fight out of him." Youth's Companion.

INDIAN HUMOR. A Very Slender Outline of an. Aboriginal Fairy Story. Once upon a time there wa3 a dwarf, so very small in size that when he killed a wren all by himself, too he thought, he was a hero in the first degree, and strutted round in the grass as proud as if he had slain several braves of another tribe in single combat He had one-half of the wren a fair half; none of your irregular fractions cooked at once for a feast for the whole lodge, and told his sister to cure the skin, as he had a mind to make himself a feather-coat. And by and by ho did another wren to death, and then he got his coat-But happening to go to sleep one day in the sunshine the neat made the birds skins shrivel up so that they became quite uncomfortably "and the dwarf was furious.

He vowed he would pay tho sun out. So he got his sister to plait a rope out of her hair, and having made a slip knot in it he pegged it self purposely; and when Mollie found him out and seized him, he attained between vexation and shyness, to the very sublimity of awkwardness, and actually told the woman that he loved, when she was thanking him for her life, with all her soul in her eyes, that: "It was nothing. He would "What!" cried a high voice, tbat made them both start. "Mary Miller! I wonder you are not ashamed of yourself." Mrs, Miller bad come upon them un awares. Jtlollie uttered a faint shriek.

Tom put his arm quietly about her waist, and explained that ho wished to many her daughter. Mrs. Miller, being in a towering rage at the downfall of her design on the Slap Derrick diamonds, retorted with something about "beggarly scape-graces." "And why beggarly inquired another shrill voice, Mrs. Slap Derrick coming in in CTeat wrath. "Let me'tell vou.

madam. him and into labyrinths of folly, if his voice has but a magnetic ring. The physician with bracing tones assures his patient of immediate recovery and the power of his voice is often more potent than skillfully prepared nostrums. From the bar the pleader's voice follows the jury like a talisman, and the verdict is often largely influenced by a Bevies of exquisite delivered sentences. The priest who would cure souls must have a charming voice.

The range of various voices has enriched our language with shades of expression which words can not convey. Poets never weary of writing of voices the lover's voice, the voices of the night, morning, the sea, woods and streams. Voices are a positive indication of character. Go and listen to the rasping tones of the Police, Court shyster; then take a seat before the bench of the Supreme Court, and, though blindfolded, you can, from the voices you hear, name the distinct localities. The subdued echo of a drawing-room conversation will indicate the attractive presence of cultured ladies and gentlemen; while, on the other hand, the rough sounds of a gathering of brawling revelers will immediately indicate the quality of the company.

It is not possible nor desirable to assess speaking voices like bales of merchandise, but good, voices might be valued higher than they are. Half the fun in life comes from merry voices. The debased criminal element, all the the world over, has a voice of its own; every large city has a degraded multitude of people whose hard, hollow and cruel voices distinguish them. Women, gentle in appearance, make their want of character manifest by the tones in their voices. Voices can be adapted to uses wide apart.

Soldiers and sailors, who call to each other through the cannon's roar or the blasts of a storm; the herdsmen and drovers, who terrify half tamed animals by wild shouts; the hunter, who mimics tho cry of birds to bring passing flocks witliiin range of his gun, are instances of this adaptability. The grandest, tho most stirring, ecstatic, solemn and sad sounds known come from single or combined human voices. Science and observing care have brought singing voices almost to perfection. Now some thoughtful attention may well be given to speaking voices. When there are no inherited defects, early training will give the right direction.

Strength will always come with good health and plenty of pure air, fresh from the sea or the mountain. At home and at school faults should be corrected. The greatest risks are run in the school-room, where children are sometimes compelled to 6train their voices in reading or reciting. The injury is manifestly irreparable, as shown by the army of men and women who every day emit harsh, metallic and high sounds, that grate upon every refined car. San Francisco Netos-Letler.

A Judicial Anchor. An interesting relio of old, English justice has been placed over the Judge's seat in the Admiralty Court of the Royal Court of Justice in London, the anchor which from time immemorial stood in he original Admiralty Court in Doctors1 Commons until tho Admiralty judicial business was transferred to Westminster in 1860. Then the anchor was thrown into a lumber-room, and now it has been disinterred, regilded and mounted on a black velvet ground in a handsome dark frame. A cable is twisted round the anchor, which is about four feot long. Even now a long si Ivor some centuries old, is brought into court when a Judge sits on Admiralty matters.

Formerly the oar was carried before the Judge by his Marshal of tho State; at present it lies on the Registrar's table. K. fV gram. "Confound it!" said Tom, puffing resignedly at his cigar; "from our very birth Bingham and I were always pitted against each other, and he always won all the points. I was always good for everything epidemic that was going, and always whin-.

ing in the contagious stage of something or other, and my Aunt Slap Derrick, who has got tne diamonds, hated me. From fourteen to twenty 1 was a sloven, and a bear besides Now I have brains (I suppose a fellow may do justice to himself,) but no tongue power; muscle, but a low stature; en ugly phiz, and no small-talk. A likely portrait to win a woman's favor, whether my Aunt Slap Derrick' or Mollie Miller's 1 And Bingham was always whnt you see him. You and I know that he is a coward, and I should not like to sav what besides, and yet I catch myself be'lieving in him. And his inevitable luck would make a man believe in fate.

The very weather is in a conspiracy with him. The most scowling day brightens for him. and the fairest morning is sure to turn to drizzle with me. It was always sol And I say let him take all the cards and end it," tossing his cigar into the grate as if to light the sacrifice. Dayton, Tom's friend, listened, smiling.

He was tolerably well used to such confidences. Besides, though Tom used tho language of defeat, there was a spark of battle an his eye. He was nofcthe man to hang on his aunt's lips for the Slap Derrick diamonds, though he was ready enough to admit that they were good things in their way. He was the man to make a stand for a girl like Mollie Miller. Just as in words he announced his defeat a new resolve was kindling within him.

And Dayton, who loved Tom, and had something of a woman's instinct, was quick to seise the propitious moment. "Why not try pluck against luck!" he asked, reading Tom's look. "By Jove, I will 1" answered Tom. At the time of this conversation all the principals of our story were together at the Kotherhithe House. Tom, his Aunt Slap Derrick, his cousin Bingham, Dayton and the Miller party, and the position of these human pawns lust then was such that Tom's will" needed to be potent.

It was fair sailing enough for Bingham, who, it was understood, would succeed to the Slap Derrick diamonds. For him thorny aunts and trambly parents discreetly stepped aside. Tom was another pair of sleeves, (thought Mrs. Miller; while Mollie herself thought nothing about it. It was her business to make pretty toilets, and gentlemen anight secure her smiles if they could.

And for the rest, she was not in love with Bing-Sham yet though to be very honest, she expected to be; and why not with a man -who was well-mannered and well-looking? Nobody said to her; "My dear, you had totter marry the Slap Derrick diamonds," tout Mollie Knew the family mind on the subject, and was not averse, only as yet she felt quite a liberty to speculate, aa Bhe sometimes did when she had nothing better to do, on Tom Du Cceur's remarkable eyes, and why one of his glances should make her blush. No help here (or poor Tom, you see. -who had not even conceit to back him, and certainly none from his AuntSlap Derrick, who could never forgive him his low stature, his gypsy looks, and took delight in snubbing him. nothing but cool audacity or call it pluck, if you like with which to tight his cousin's good looks, and good Tuck, and the Slap Derrick diamonds, worth, as we all know, good looks and courage both together. With all these things in his favor Tom came on in the most encouraging manner.

He had always his Aunt Slap Derrick's shawls, or one of Mollie's maiden aunts on his arm. And it was his business to look after the picnio baskets, and the carriages, and the gypsy fires, and so on. while Bingham kept the ladies in small talk. Or if be went np to talk with Mollie, he met Mrs. Miller halfway, who said: "O.Mr.

Du Coeur, could you do me a favor! I have left my shawl or eye-glass, or book, as the case might be) in the summer-house, and I am afraid of the dew In my slippers." The shawl, or eyeglass, or book is up-stairs, in Mrs. Miller's third bureau drawer, as she knows, and Tom knows: but be goes, for all that, with that cool patience that is apt to tell in the long run, though, and hgets back in time to see Mollie going off on Bingham's arm. Dayton, who knew Tom's worth greater, he hough than the Slap Derrick diamonds, wak bitter enough over these worshippers," as he called them. But Tom only smiled. "I put my head down and take it," he aid; "and, if you notice, it is those people who do that who win in the end.

I am quite Mt rate about uvj wiccess, or should be, were went into such a frenzy over her eyes that nothing would do he must kiss them. Well, he did, but in the attempt he poked his nose into one of them and gouged it out. The fellow became a raving maniac on the spot, and the girl, having lost her chief beauty, married a butcher. I see on the stage the fellow generally kisses his alleged sweetheart on the brow. This may do for actors but I don't want any brow kissing in mine.

If a girl has a pretty mouth, kiss it every time; but if her mouth is so large that you endanger your life by getting too near it, then resort to the next best thing and kiss her on the cheek. Above all things, leave her eyes and ears alone. If this advice will prove of any service to you, ypu can reciprocate the same by sending me a quarter by return mail. Sam, the down on the other side of the hill, close to the top of it, just where he had noticed the suu was accustomed to get up. And, sure enough, when the sun rose next morning, it ran its head right into the slip-knot and got caught The consternation in nature was prodigious until the dormouse, remarking what was the matter, went and nibbled the-plait through and released the luminary, whereupon' everything went, on just as-if nothing had happened.

But the. dwarf came home to his sister in high, He was not going, he said, to bother himself about suns any more. It was not worth his while. He had more serious matters to attend to. And' so he began making preparations for going out on another wren-hunt.

Such, in the bald outline, is a recL Indian "fairy story," which seems to ma to illustrate fairly well the tone of the humor of those aboriginal The hero is a dwarf and this is an essential point in the folk jests of a-people who consider a fine physique the tirst qualification of manhood and in: his pompous pursuit of very small birds, and subsequent inflation when he is successful in the chase, the leading characteristics of the red man are slyly 1 1 an im nave aone tor any one." "Really, you are too flattering Mollie could not help but pout at that; but as she looked at him she said to herself that he bad saved her, after all, and held out both har hands to him. "If you do not care, 1 have reason to do so," she said, earnestly, "and I thank you for it with all my heart. You snatched me from a dreadful death. Those meu stood staring at me, and you alone knew what to do. I will always thank you for it.

I will always he your grateful friend, Mr. Du Coeur." Tom turned very pale. "You have no reason to thank me," he said, holding her hands tight. "If the wheels had gone over would have thrown myself there." And now who knows what would have happened next, but just then Tom found Mrs. Miller at his elbow.

"We shall always be grateful, Mr. Du Coeur," commenced that lady, and broke down. She was hysterical now whenever Mollie's danger was mentioned. "We are all grateful," put in Bingham, smoothly. "You are sure it was you, Tom Aunt Slap Derrick says so; but her sight is none of the best.

I thought that it was a brakeman." "Indeed," interposed Mollie, "it was Mr. Du Coeur. I know it now." And then she blushed scarlet. She had grown suddenly very shy of "Mr. Du Coeur." "And I do not know how to thank him enough," she persisted, bravely.

"Shall I tell you how to thank me?" whispered Tom, suddenly, forgetting his fine theories about not owing love to gratitude. "Tell me. if you can with truth that you are willing to owe me such a debt." "I am willing," murmured Mollie very softly after a moment's hesitation. Tom went to bed that night in a glow of triumph. He forgot that haunting demon of his his hick.

Though he had not had aa opportunity for another word, Mollie's look spoke more than many words. But his triumph was short-lived. Mollie had taken fright and retreated behind her in-trenchmenta. She was hardly to be seen and not to be spoken with alone. She was not angry.

When she did lift her eyes to his they were kind eyes, though very shy. But then she would hardly look at him. Some gulf had suddenly yawned between them: and though she was merry and friendly with everyone else, she kept him on the other side of it. They the whole company went on a walking tour, and Mollie would not even give him her hand when they crossed the brooks, and was mum whenever be approached. And Tom, who knew nothing about women, fell behind, full of wrath and consternation to pour his complaints in Dayton's ear.

"I believe she hates me for saving her life," ho said, despairingly. "Before, she was civil now she won't look at me." "It strikes me that is not a bad symptom," said Dayton, smiling, "though we shall hardly be able to discuss the question, for here she comes after us." "Here!" Tom turned sharply, and Mollie, who was close behind him, looked greatly disconcerted. "Mamma sent me," she explained. "We have found a house such a strange place and there is a man In it alone, and so ill Mamma said, Mr. Du Coeur, that you were doctor, and would know what was the Blatter and I camt beesura Mrs.

Slap Dsr- that Tom Du Coeur will succeed to three-fourths of the Slap Derrick estate and Mrs. Tom Du Coeur will wear the Slap Derrick diamonds." Of course in half an hour everybody in the bouse knew just what Mrs. Miller had said, and Mrs. Slap Derrick had said; and Dayton came, beaming, to congratulate Tom. Tom smiled faintly.

"Pluck has done its work. It time for my luck, Dayton." "Stuff!" said Dayton, much vexed. In the morning Tom was ill. By night he was worse. "Cold and fatigue," said the sanguine.

"Small-pox," hinted the foreboding. "Typhoid," pronounced Dayton. Typhoid it was. Doctors were brought, and doctors from the first shook their heads. Generally that is as good for the patient as if Death himself had nodded at him.

But I really think that Dr. Wiseacre's hems and haws may be said to have saved Tom's life. Fate must always drive him into" a corner to make bim stand at bay. He kindled, aa he bad done before, at the apparentdespera-tion of his prospects, and vowed that he would get up. Everybody setorp a shoutof horror.

Tom persisted. "I am convincod," said he, "that it is not typhoid nothing more than cold, watching, and my luck making a last attempt to trip me; and I am not going to be tripped by it; so you need not look at me as if I was marked for Paradise per Death's express. 1 shall not stay in bed. Aunt Slap Derrick, and I will not be doctored, Mrs. Miller; and la-dies, 1 really beg your pardon, but I am goiag now to make my toilet." The last was irresistible, and Tom's well-wishers retired, leaving him the field.

Everybody prophesied, by way of revenge, that be was a dead naan; but Tom only laughed at them and got well under their very noses. After that he was set up aa an orae4e as well as a hero, and ruled everybody, married Mollie, and is considered by that lady and Mrs. Slap Derrick, to this day, as a paragon of men all thanks to pluckt If. T. World.

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Sun, WOULDN'T HAVE JUMPED. A Tramp Who Couldn't See Why the Crowd Stared at Him. "Where's Scnca Street inquired the tramp. "Its" but just then a terrific gust of wind camo. scurrying np the street and before he knew it blowcd the tramp head over.

heels into the street. With labored assistance he was picked up and his hat placed on his head. noticing the crowd which had assembled around him. a comical look of dignity and drunken wisdom came over nis bloated face, and he gravely inquired of him who had materially Dunesqucu. xiu suwccuo possible exploit, and, in the true spirit of a hero, make no fuss about it, but when the sun is set go by the dormouse-he affects to think such as sun-catching beneath him, and sets himself seriously to the task of killing another-wren.

There is a novelty in the flavor of this fooling and a freshness of scene and circumstances, that, so it appears-to me, make the absurd story very attractive. San Francisco Inglcside. aiaea mm regain his feet: "Splos'a?" "No," was tho response. "(Hie) "EarthquakeP" J. "Building fall down," eh V.

"No." 1 "Horzh run'wayr' "No." "WU," said he, will an air of gravity, knew zhat I (hie) would'n' jumped ont'er way like that," and hn staggered off down Seneca S.ce! Buffalo Courier. j. ne uourt or. Appeals, oi has decided that railroad passes-(except in cases of charity,) are givea to the recipients in expectation of reciprocal favor, or in return for favors already extended, and that they are consequently not gtatuity. Hartford COWHttU,.