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the kite never soared so proudly before or afterwards as it did then; though Jack's and Bob's children iy it to this day over breezy fields, and boast to the boys that if it is an old kite, it's a kite with a story.
The next day Mr. Harris came to see them, and took them all to a neat little cottage he had bought for them just out of the smoke and dust of the city. There was a little silver strip of river near, which wound in among the daisies and grass in a manner which delighted Bob's artist eye, and a bit of lawn in front of the house, with great drooping trees sweeping over it. Bob grew better and stronger every day in this new atmosphere, and 0, they were so happy and so comfortable! Mr. Harris was
as benevolent as he was rich, and indeed he felt that he owed everything to Jack for saving the life of his only child, and he gave Bob every opportunity to become a great artist, and Bob improved those opportunities, and did become a great artist; and not only bis family, but the whole country were proud of him. But he didn't make Jack a gentleman, because Jack was a gentleman already; and if you could hear fine folks now-a-days boasting of their acquaintance with Mr. James Flynn, the rich and philanthropic merchant, you would hardly believe that he was ever the ragged Irish boy Jack, who sailed away in the Heron at the beginning of my story.
CURIOUS MATTERS. THE FISHING-FROG.-Writers on natural and but for a very slight peculiar taste, history describe a hideous reptile known could scarcely be distinguished from the as the fishing-frog, whieh angles for its genuine produce of the cow. Mr. Leavens game as expertly and with as great success ordered a man to tap some logs that had as the most adroit fly-fisher. He is a clum- lain nearly a month in the yard. He cut sy, awkward swimmer, but nature has several notches in the bark with an axe, compensated him for his unwieldiness by and in a minute the rich sap was running furnishing him with an equivalent for a out in great quantities. It was collected rod and line, with bait always ready for in a basin, diluted with water, strained
Two elongated tentacles spring from and brought home at tea-time, and at his nose, which taper away like actual breakfast next morning. The peculiar fishing-rods. To the end of them is at- flavor of the milk seemed rather to improve tached by a slender filament, which serves the quality of the tea, and give it as good a the purpose of a line, a bait in the form of color as rich cream; in coffee it is equally a shiny bit of membrane. The hooks are good. The milk is also used for glue, and set in the mouth of the fisherman down it is said to be very durable. below, and in order to induce the fish to venture within reach of them, the angler A LIVING POP-GUN.-There is a little stirs up the mud at the bottom with his fish, the cheetodon, abounding in the eastfins and tail. This attracts the fish and ern seas, from Ceylon to Japan, which seconceals him from their observation. He cures its prey by means of an instrument then plies his rod; the glittering bait glows like the blow-pipe used by mischievous in the water like a living insect. The schoolboys for projecting peas and other dazed fish are taken in great numbers, per- ineans of torment. The nose of the fish is fectly circumvented by the trick of the a kind of beak, through which he has the crafty angler.
power of propelling a drop of water with
force enough to disable a fly, preparatory THE MILK TREE. In a narrative of to swallowing it. His aim is accurate, travels on the Amazon and Rio Negro, just and he rarely misses bis object. The unpublished, Mr. Wallace describes an ex- suspecting ay sits on a spray of weed, a traordinary tree called the milk tree, twig, or a tuft or grass, near the water, which was one of the first wonders he saw pluming himself in the warm rays of the near Para. The fruit is eatable, and full The fish cautiously places himself of a rich and very juicy pulp; but strangest under the fly, stealthily projects his tube of all is the vegetable milk which exudes fron the water, takes a sure aim, and lets in abundance when the bark is cut. It fly. Down drops the little innocent, to has about the consistency of thick cream, be swallowed by the fish.
RUTHVEN'S PUZZLE PAGE. Send all communications for this De
25.-Numerical Enigma. partment to EDWIN R. BRIGGS, WEST
The answer contains 9 letters, and is the BETHEL, Oxford County, MAINE.
name of a small Western city.
The 4, 8, 7, 2, is a fowl; the 6, 1, 5, 9, is
a noxious plant; the 9, 7, 3, is an animal. 95. Chair, hair, air. 96. “Haste makes
CLARA M. BROWN. 97. Mostar, Oman. 98. Heof, Edfoo. 99. Eu, Sion. 100. Mississippi.
Decapitations. 101. ROSE 102. A
26. Behead to meditate, and leave to
defraud the public.
27. To bar, and leave to suppress.
28. Dissension, and leave a deed.
ANNA KIRK. 103. Rhododendron. 104. Trust; Happy; Ouzel; Main; Agree; Sally; Hush; Opera;
29.-Anagram. Orchil; Deal. (Thomas Hood. “ Tylney
“ Hewn mada vedlde, nad vee naps, Hall.") 105. Neva Chittick. 106. Mankind.
Rhewe saw neth het langtelmn?”
A Swarm of Bees.
30. Remove one, and leave a musket.
31. Remove another, and leave humble. The 7th is in thorn, the 8th in rose,
32. Remove another, and leave a tax. The 9th is in plump, the 10th in lean,
33. Take away another, and leave a boor. The 11th is in neat, the 12th in clean, The 13th is in great, the 14th in little,
34. Another, and leave to declare.
F. M. M.
35.-Enigma. The 21st is in beast, but not in bird ;
I am composed of 22 letters.
My 9, 16, 7, 22, 2, is a standard.
My 20, 1, 19, 3, 6, is a nest.
My 21, 10, is to execute.
My 12, 11, 13, is a kind of fruit. 18. Why do you the together?
My 8, 4, 5, 14, is wet. 19. The - puts him in a
My 15, 18, 5, is an animal. 20. Can you eat a — of apple
My 17, 10, 12, 1, is single. 21. The rat the
The whole is my P. O. address. 22. It was a of the
E. E. F.
36.- Diamond Puzzle.
The middle of summer; A plaything; Behead and curtail three words, having Examined; A Portuguese coin; A fower; the following significations, and the re- Arid; One-fourth of the year. maining letters will form a word-square:
ED. WYNNE. 1. To offend. 2. Fatigued. 3. To withdraw privily.
To vary; to desert; grasped; issue; 24.-Words Squared.
“ BEAU K." A certain quantity of land; A rack; Finished; A boy's name. E. E. F.
Answers in Two Months.
THE HOUSEKEEPER. CREAM PIE.-For the inside, one egg, for twenty minutes; sweeten, and flavor one-half cup of sugar, one-quarter cup of with lemon peel, or a tablespoonful of flour. Beat well, stir into one-half pint of brandy. boiling milk, and let it just come to a boil again; stir it while on the stove, then set GROUND RICE GRUEL.-Boil one tableaway to cool. Make the crust the same as spoonful of ground rice, rubbed smooth for other pies, and line the plate; spread with cold water, in a pint and a half of some lard or butter on the top, and then milk, with a bit of cinnamon and lemon put on another crust, and bake; when peel. Sweeten slightly, or season with done, and nearly cold, take off the top
salt. erust, and put the cream into the lower one; then put the top one over the cream. BATTER PUDDING.-One cup of milk, A little essence of lemon may be stirred one cup of flour, one egg. If a large pudinto the cream just before it is put into the ding is wanted, mix it in the same proporcrust.
tion. A little salt. Steam or boil.
MUFFINS—Are very much nicer baked in Pop-OVERS.-Four eggs, four cups of the gem-pans than in the old-fashioned flour, four cups of milk, a small piece of muffin-rings. Take the yolks of four eggs, melted butter, and a little salt. These well beaten; three pints of sweet milk; should be baked in gem-tins or small cups, two teaspoons of baking powder; salt to which should be previously heated. Bake taste; and four enough to make a batter; in a hot oven. beat the whites to a froth, and add to the batter.
FEATHER CAKE.-One cup white sugar,
one cup sweet milk, two and a half cups of GRAHAM GEMS.-Make a stiff batter of flour, one egg, piece of butter size of an the Graham flour and cold water, a little egg, one teaspoon cream of tartar, one-half salt; some prefer them without the salt.
teaspoon of soda, flavor with lemon, and These are fine for breakfast, especially if bake slowly. you have nice golden butter and a dish of honey.
MILK STAINS.-Milk stains on serge
dresses may be removed by steeping the LIGHT FRUIT CAKE. – Three-fourths part in warm water. pound butter, one pound sugar, one pound eggs, one pound flour, one pound raisins, MUFFINS.—Two eggs, one quart of flour, stoned and chopped a little, one-half pound a pint of sweet milk, two ounces of butter, citron, small teaspoonful soda-no spice. a gill of yeast, a teaspoonful of salt. Will keep all summer.
COLOGNE WATER.-One quart of alcoICED APPLES.-Pare, core and slice ap- hol, quarter of an ounce of the oil of lavples of a large tart kind. Bake them till ender, and a quarter of an ounce of the oil nearly done. Put them away to get en- of rosemary. tirely cold; then prepare some sugar icing, and first pouring off all the juice, lay the Icing.-Into the white of an egg, beaten icing thickly on the tops and sides, as till very light, stir six tablespoonfuls of much as you can. Return them to the powdered sugar, and spread over the cake oven to just harden and be set. Serve
while warm. with cream.
Plum CAKE.-Nine pounds of flour, Sago GRUEL.-Take three tablespoon- nine eggs, three pounds of sugar, one pint fuls of sago, and wash in cold water; then of yeast, one spoonful of rosewater. Spice add one quart of boiling hot milk, and boil to your taste; wet with milk.
FACTS AND FANOIES.
A young blood, much given to quizzing gone. At last I resolved to "pop the quespeople, went into an eating-saloon on Mar- tion,” and fixed on my next visit for the ket Street the other day, and with quite a time, studied “Courtship Made Easy" deal of flourish took a seat at one of the thoroughly, and concluded I was ready for tables. A colored waiter approached him the task. with a look of inquiry on his shining mug. The time arrived. Here I was, sitting by “Well, sah?
the side of my beloved, with my arm around “What have you got to eat ?" asked the her waist. I took her hand in mine, and customer.
screwell up my courage to say, “Dear Sallie, “0, got almost anything, boss.”
do you love me?” She made no answer; “You have, eh?"
but her eyes were cast down, and I hoped“ Yes sah, shuer.”
yes, I was certain-she loved me. I put “Almost anything. Well, well, give me both my arms around her neck, and pressed a plate of that,” said he, looking earnestly one, two, three kisses on her rosy lips. She at the darkey.
did not resist, but raised her head and said: The waiter returned his gaze for a mo- “ You're as bad as Sam Simmons!" ment, and catching the fellow's idea of quizzing him, he yelled to the cook at the In the days when “ boiled shirts" were further end of the room:
a Sunday luxury, the owners of those arti“One plate of hash!"
cles had their names stamped on the bands “ What's that? I ordered a plate of
below the plaits, and as the fashion of vests 'that'-didn't you understand ? • Almost
was not tolerated at that time (this was not anything'—which you spoke of.”
in the “earlier years of the reign of George 'Well, sah, dar's most everything in hash. III."), the name of a man could be easily Yah! yah! yah!” And the darkey laughed ascertained by glancing at the waistband, as though he really enjoyed the joke that which was fully exposed to view. On one he had turned upon the quizzer.
occasion Mr. Jones had attired himself
hastily, and in the hurry had put on a shirt A susceptible fellow, given to falling in stamped with the name of his roommatelove, relates the following:
J. Owens. “Hello!" said a friend, "you've When I was sixteen, I fell in love. There borrowed a biled shirt for your holiday." was nothing remarkable in that, for mos “O no," said Jones, “this is my shirt." young men of that age do the same thing. “Well, there's another man's name on it,” But what I am going to tell you is, how my pointing to the convincing proof, “J. courtship terminated.
Owens.” But, as quick as a flash, when It was at a party I saw Sallie B, who Jones saw his mistake he turned it to his was one of the sweetest girls in all Tick. advantage: “O, that is the way our Welsh town; and, I tell you, she looked sweet in folks spell the family name, J-o-w-e-n-s, her white muslin balldress, with her hair Jowens, or Jones, as you call it! D’ye see ?" falling loosely over her shoulders. I got an introduction, danced with her once, There is current a good story of a Scotch twice, thrice, and I was just the happiest milkboy which may interest in these days man in all Ticktown.
of complaint about the adulteration of milk. Well, at last the party broke up; but I A boy delivering milk was stopped the had an invitation to call on Miss B- other day by two detective officers, who That was all I wanted, and I didn't sleep asked him if anything was put into it. much before Sunday evening-for that was “Ou, ay," was the answer. the time fixed to call. I called; saw Miss Thereupon the officers, thinking they had Sallie to church-saw her home; and when a clear case, offered him a penny if he I left I had a pressing invitation to call would tell them what. again, and I did not forget it, I assure you. “Ah," said he, with a grin, “ye wadna
At the end of a month I was completely gie's the penny though I tell’t ye.”
“O yes, we will,” said the officers.
“Gies't then,” returned the lad; and the penny was handed over with the question:
“Now, what do you put in the milk?"
“0," said the boy, with a cunning look, “I pit the measure in every time I tak' ony oot!"
That youth has a bright future before him.
a golden brown, reposing on the regulation slice of toast, the glorious morsel awaited the good priest's knife and fork, when he was called away for a moment. His absence was very short, but those few seconds allowed time for a miserable cat to make off with the expected treat-so, at least, said the bonne who had cooked and served up the bird. Easter came, and the good woman knelt before the confessional, which was occupied by her master. When her venial sins had been disposed of, she stopped short.
Well, Catherine, go on,” said the confessor—"others are waiting.”
“I dare not, father.”
“Yes, yes, father. You remember that woodcock."
“ The woodcock stolen by the cat-do I not!” cried the priest with a dolorous accent, which afforded another proof that time does not eradicate deep sorrows.
“I was the cat!" gasped Catherine.
"Cold-and you a cook who might so easily have made it into a salmi! Wretched woman, you shall not have absolution !"
To have a good wife is in itself cause enough to make a man proud, and when that wife adds to her good qualities the capability of taking care of herself, then, indeed, should the fortunate husband feel doubly happy. An Eastern man has such a wife, and Juno's pet bird cannot feel more proud than that man does. Having occasion to take a trip into the country, while making his adieus, he told his wife that in case 10 o'clock and himself should fail to arrive together, not to expect to see him until the next day. The day and evening passed away, and 10 o'clock came, but no husband. After waiting a while to give the husband "lee way," as all good wives should, she made preparations to retire. Before doing so she made a few trivial arrangements in the way of precautions against burglars. She placed a pistol within reach of her bed, and put a large butcher-knife-a sort of hybrid broad-swordunder her pillow. Scarcely had she turned off the gas when sounds of some one fumbling at the street door reached her ear. She listened and heard the door open, and heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Now was the time for action. Rousing her daughter and placing the knife in her hand, she shoved said daughter into a corner, and, possessing herself of a pistol, took her position in the opposite corner. Nearer and nearer came the steps, and finally the bedroom door swung open, a rasping sound was heard, and the tiny flame of a match illumined the scene, disclosing to the view of the startled woman her liege lord, who had returned by a late train. An examination of the weapons of defence disclosed the fact that the knife was duller than a charity serinon, and the pistol was devoid of a load.
A certain lad of five summers made his debut in one of the public schools recently. At night his mother asked if he had learned anything that day at school. “O yes,” said the boy. “Well, what was it, my son ?” inquired the anxious mother.
Well," said the pupil of one day, with an air of proud satisfaction, “I learned golly!"
A Sabbath school teacher, desirous of waking the dormant powers of a scholar, asked the question, " What are we taught by the historic incident of Jacob wrestling with the angel ?'' The cautious reply came, “Dunno, 'zactly, but s'pose 'twas to tell us thut we mustn't rastle."
A Hartford gentleman, who had tarried late at a wine supper, found his wife awaiting his return in a high state of nervous
Said she, “ Here I've been waiting and rocking in a chair till my head swims round like a top.” “ Jess so where I've been,” responded he; “it's in the air.”
A woodcock some little time back was bent as a tribute of respectful admiration by a sportsman to a French cure. Done to