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HOW MY AUNT CAME OUT,

DY HERBERT COPELAKD.© Y auut Mebitabel

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I oul X. i ccr tainly was"peer," thequeerness being

filiown chiefly in the fact that, at the jtime I first visited her, she had notbeen out of tho house, not oven intothe dooryard, for twenty years. Shelived alone in the big bouse at tboend of tho village street, her "hiredman" Jonah, who lived near by, do-ing all the outside work, and she, theinside.

Twenty years before, when she wasabout thirty years old, she had a "pre-sentment," us sho called it, that ifever sho went out something terriblowould happen to her. How this pro-sentiment came into her head I wasnever just üblo to find out, nor injust what form it came; but it cer-tainly came, and that was about allthat any oue, hereelf included, I al-ways fancied, ever knew of it. Shehail had a long sickness in which shewas often delirious, and it left hermind in that dazed coudition whichtakes impressions readily and holdsthorn firmly. When tho full vigor ofmind comes back, these impressions jhavo heroine so much a part of themind that they cannot be cast asidowithout effort. There had been noono to laugh Aunt Mehitable out ofher "presentiment," and sho herselfwas not ablo to argue it away; so shoyieided, and it became a firm part ofhor mental existence.

I remember just how sho looked intho Inst days of her okl-muidhood.Not that she was ever really anythingbut an old maid. Sho never married,but sho became "just like otherfolks," tbo townspeople said, andtherein paid her the greatest compli-ment; for iu that villogo "old maid"was a term of opprobrium. Sho wastall and pale and thiu; her naturallyfair complexion had becu whitenedby long exclusion from the sun aniwind. Sho had been pretty in heryouth, and tbero wero traces of tnisprettiness left, though her expressionhad hardened with tho ndvnucingyears. She spoke slowly and not veryoften, and she seldom smiled; butwhen 6ho did smile, her face wastransfigured with the sweetness of it.She always wore gowns of the patternthat was in tho fashion when shosecluded hereelf from the world. Ashoopskirts wero tbea "in," she madoa quaint figure twenty years after-ward when they were very much out"out."

Sho was "p'ison neat," as tho ex-pression went in the village, and herhouse was, of course, "perfect wax-work." I, myself, havo many a timeseen her go around with dustpan andbrush after callers bad left, sweepingup tbo dirt, real or imaginary, thatthey had tracked iu. Sho was a lonelywoman ; she would not have a servantnor pets?dogs sho did not like, andcats would make tracks on her kitchenItoor. Tho neighbors stood a little inawe of her queerness and her neatuess,and seldom ventured to call. I wassorry for her lonely lifo aud tried topersuade hor to have a servant, or a:pet of some sort?a oat, at least; for jthoy are tho most cleauly and neat of Iail animals; but no, she would not. i

"Whv, George," she said, "d'yous'poso I'd havo a cat 'round, litterin' Iup things all tho time? an' spoilin' my j

Au' thou, they're al'iivs bavin' jkittens an' ECCII thing.?. I've got 'long jb' myself all these years, an' I guesskeu keep on dou' so. What 011 airtbd'you want me to hev a cat for?"

"Why, because," I answered; "Ithink you must be lonesome all thowinter when I'm not around." I wasmaking her a visit that summer.

"Well," she replied, "so I be some-times ; but I don't wan't no cats'round ; they ain' much comp'ny any-how. I shall miss you powerful badwhen you go; but a cot wouldn't makeup for you, now, would it?"

1 confessed that I didn't just thinkit would, but as long as she could nothavo me, sho might take a oat ?forhalf a loaf is better then no bread. Iwas determined to make Aunt Mehit-able keep a cat by some means or oth-er, and, as luck would have it, I wasvery soon euabled to do so.

One Sunday evening not long afterour talk I went to church. It was arainy night, and I hitched the horsein the shed by tho side of the church.When I went to unhitch him and getinto the buggy, I felt something furryand warm on tho seat. By the dimlight of the church window I fouudthat the furry object was a small and

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disreputable looking eat curled up ifast asleep in the corner of the seat. II got in and sat down beside it, andwe drove off. Suddenly it occurred tome that this was the cat I was lookingfor, and I instantly resolved thatAunt Mehitabel should keep it, wheth-er or no. My only fear now was, lestit should jump out of the buggy, so Iput the robe over it and tuoked itwell in.

When we got home I unharnessedthe horse and then went for my cat.Itwas all safe; but I found, on exam-ination, that one of its front logs ap-peared to be broken, whioh doubtlessaccounted for its not jumping out ofthe buggy on the way home. "I'mglad of it," I thought; "for now AuntMehitabel, with her kind hoait, can'tturn it away."

Still, I must confess, it was withfear and trembling that I approachedthe kitchen, particularly as my bootswere muddy and my clothes wet, andeven without tho cat I should prob-ably get a gentle scolding from Aunt.However, I put on a brave front and,after noisily wiping my foet, walkedin. Aunt Mehitabel was Bitting bythe table, looking as neat and prim asever a mortal woman looked.

"Well, Aunty"?T called her"Aunty" when 1 felt conciliatory?-"l've brought you a catand I heldout tho poor, bedraggled, broken-legged animal.

"For the land's sake! George Mars-deu, what hev you got, a eat?" in hor-rified tones, and speaking faster thanusual. "Yon just put that dirty-look-ing thing out o' my kitchen this min-ute. I won't hev it here, not a min-ute."

"But, Aunty," I said, "itrains gunsoutside, and tho poor oat's got abroken log and can't walk."

"Never yon mind if sho has," shorejoined; "she ken get along now'swell's she's got along b'fore, an' Iwon't hev her a minute. You jesttake her up au' put hor out this min-ute, X tellyou."

"Now, Aunty, you won't bo cruel, Ikuow. I toll you it rains outside andthe poor cat can't walk," And I puttho beast down on tho lloor to showher how lame it was. As it stood bo-fore us in the middle of the floor itwas not a beautiful object; it was verylamo and it looked incth-enteu.

"George Marsden," ray aunt almostsnapped; "you take that dirty cat offmy cleau flour. I ain't novor had acat on my floor beforo, aDd I guess 1won't begin now."

"But you willgive her soino milk,won't you?" I said.

"No, I won't," sho answered. "Ienn't have a cat drinkin' out o' mydishes. I ain't been used to oatin'nftor animals." But for all that, shodid go and get some milk in a littletin hand basin. Tho eat was evidontlyvery hungry and eagerly lapped thomilk.

While it was drinking, 1 saw theirritation begin to loave my aunt'sface, and I determined to make thobest of my opportunity. I finallypersuaded her to let tho cat stay over Inight, at least; and I promised to take jit away in tho morning. Wo made a ibed in a corner behind the Btove, and Ipat the cat in it for the night.

In tho morning Aunt Mehitabel and \T exaininod tho wretched beast. Itsleg was really broken; but I sot it andbouud it up whilo my auut watchedme. Sho was very proud of me. Iwas just beginning to study medicinethen, and this practical example of myskill delighted her. Later in the dayI offered to tako the eat away, but myaunt would not let mo ; sho would keepit till it was a little stronger. Thonursiug instinct, that sweet instinctin all women, was aroused in AuntMehitabel, and 1 knew the eat was safein its quarters tillit got well, at least.And so it proved, for my aunt tendedtho cat most faithfully for two weeks.When it began to limp about thokitchen, I oftorc 1 to take it away ; butshe would not let me, acknowledging,half shamefacedly, that she had grownfoud of it and wauled to keep it. Isaw it was safe to laugh at her, anddid so. She took it all good liaturedlyand laughed while she gently strokedthe cat.

I stayed with Aunt Mehitabel threoweeks after the cat rocovcred, audsh3became fonder of it all the time.When I left, she said, as Bha kissedmo:

"Well, George, I guess 'twas Provi-dence or?somethin' that put that catin tho buggy that night; for I'mmighty fond of Georgy (she had namedhim after me) a'ready, an' I'm sure Iwon't he near so lonesome after you'regone."

She wrote me that nil the people intho village called on her after I left."It was not to see me though, Iknow," she wrote, "but to see a catin my kitchen, making tracks on myfloor." Auut Mehitabel was shrewd,and sho knew just what the peoplethought of her.

I had several lotters during tho win-tor, each one recounting some newand wondcrlultriok of Georgy's. Noneof them seemed to me at all remarka-ble; hut my dear auut never knewhow wise cats were before, and

' thought this very ordinary one aI marvel of beauty and intelligence.! When summer came again I went to

. make my aunt another visit, hoping! this time to destroy hor presentimenti and got her out of the house. After Ii had been there a week and admired| Georgy to Auut Mehitabel's full satis-

j faotiou?though I confess, in truth,i he wnH an uncommonly homely gray

; aud white cat?l broached the subject?of going out to her. But much as sheI had softened iu many respects, on her| "presentiment" she was firm,

i "Why, George," she said, "I can't;go ouc. I'm just as sure as I'm a-sit-

i tin' in this chair this minute, if I wasi to go out somethin' dreadful would

i happen to me. I've al'ays known it,' an' that's why I don't go out. I ain't| been out now for twenty-one years?-

, not fence I was sick?an' I can't gonow. You ken 'pshaw' at presenti-

ment *a much 'a you want to; but Ib'licve iu 'em, au' I know I sh'd bekilled 'f I went outand she lookedbo frightened that I hadn't the heartto say another word just then. Dur-ing the next few weeks I touched onthe subject several times, but alwayswith the same result; and I began todespair.

One afternoon when I came backfrom a drive, I fouud my aunt in thekitchen, with George in her arms,crooning over him aud crying.

41 Why, what's tho matter, Aunt?" Isaid, "is George sick?"

"No, ho ain't," sho answered; "buthe's most broke his leg in that peskyol' trap o' Jonah's. I heard him cry-in', an' I looked out an' seen him upby the corner of the barn, caught inthat ol' trap that Jonah set there forskunks, an'l?oh, George!" and sheturned perfectly white and shivered,"I?l've been out! Iwent after him!Oh, George, help me; I'm goin' todie; 1 feel it comin' now. Oh,George!" and the poor woman fell tothe floor in a dead faint. It was thefirst time in her life she ha.l fainted,and no wonder sho thought she wasdying. The shock was a terrible oneto her. I carried her to the bed, andafter some time revived her. Shesmiled feebly as sho held my hand,and asked if sho were "dredful sick,"and if she were dying. I told her ofcourse not, that sho had only fainted.

"But I went out," she said ; "I wentout's far's the barn, an' somethin'ought to happen. I ain't been out-side o' my own door before for twonty-one year. I wonder what'll becomeo' me?"

"Nothing,"! said ; "you'ro all right.Come, have a driuk of tea, and you'llbe as good as now."

"But, George," sho said, "I can'tgot up. I must liev had a stroke!"aud she sottled back on tho bed witha groan.

"Nonsense," I said, "you'ro allright. See! I'll help you." And Ihelped her to her feet, and led herback to tho kitchen. She got herselfsomo tea and eagerly drank it. Thensho dropped into her chair, and, tak-ing Georgo iuto her lap, she criedright out. "You pretty little thing,"she murmured, "you was most thedeath of me ;"and she rocked back audforth, sobbiugand cryiug hysterically ;and then she began to laugh?a hard,hysterical laugh. Sho Anally quieteddown, and I persuaded her to go tobed; und sho wont to sleep im-mediately.

In tho morning she got up as usual:but her face was paler than ever, audshe was very weak. I stayed with herall day. As she said nothing aboutthe events of yesterday, I did not. Ithought it best to let her have herown way for a timo. But inthe even-ing she said to me:

' 'Am I all right, Georgo? I feelsort o' shaky. You don't think I'mgoin' to bo sick, do you?"

"Oh no," I said; come, won't yougo out with me?"

"No, I can't," she answered; "1can't tempt Providence again. I've'scaped once, an' I ought to bo mightythankful for that."

"But it was the first timo you wentout," I said, "that something was go-iog to happeu. Nothing did happen,you see. You'ro all right. Come, goout with me."

"No, I don't b'liovo I ken," shosaid; "'twas the first time, I know,but?no, I can't go;" and nothingmore was said just then.

But tho noxt morning at breakfastshe turuod to mo and said :

"George, I'vo thought it nil overan' lam gom' out. It was tho firsttime somethin' was going to happen,an' it didn't; an' I'm goin' out again.Come, let's go up to tho barn."

She started for tho door. At thethreshold she stopped. "No, I can'tgo," sho said.

I said "Nousonso !"and took her armand steppod ahead out of tho door.How her poor, thin arm trembledin mine! I must say I trembled abit myself, for I realized what an aw-ful thing it was for bor as I looked atherjwhite set'face. After a minute sheshut her mouth firmly, made a boldBtep forward, and sho was out. A deepsigh escaped, and sho leaned hoavilyon my arm, I thought she was goingto faint again ; but she braced herself,and wo walked on to tho barn, wherewo sat down on au old bench audlooked toward the houso.

"Why, George," sho said, "don'tour houso look shabby ? I must haveit painted. Who'd think ap'ison neatol' maid' lived inside?" And shelaughed a soft little laugh, and therewas silence again. Present!}' she said :

"Ain't tho air tine, George? S'posin'wo go up t' tho orchard." And wowent.

AU tho morning we walked abouttho place, visiting tho hens, the pigs,the potato patch and all the homelyevery-day things about the farm.Aunt Mehitabel took a childish pleas-ure in everything. Jonah came along,and seeing us, stopped iu amazement."Bless me if that ain't Miss Mehitabelou'door!" ho said. That was all hesaid, but his faco was a stu ly.

The news soon spread through thovillage, and a regular reception AuntMehitabel and I had for tho noxt fewdays. Tho story was told over andover again; and many a pat didGeorgo get, and ,mauy &u honest,homely word of good will was said tome.

Aunt Mehitabel wont to churchSunday, and spent the week in drivingabout and makiug calls. Sho had to

I hire a maid to do her work; suecould not get the time to do it herself,

I sho was so busy "gadding about," asj sho siid. "But thou," she added, as

i a sort of apology for beiug such a, "gadder," "l'vo got to make up /or

i twenty-ono years indoor, you know."The last night of my stay with her,

| Aunt Mehitabel gave a big sort ofI tea, or lawn party?a thing quite un-! known in that littlo old fashioned

vi'lage. Sho wanted it "ou'door, like; sho'd read they had 'em sometimes."

She iusisted on sending to tho city forJapanese lanterns, aud good things toeat of all sorts. Tho dining room andkitchen were cleared for dancing.Music came from the city; and, great-est wonder of all, Miss Mehitabel ap-peared in a now silk dress made with-out a hoop. The whole village wasinvited, and everybody camo; aud nilagreed that "Miss Mehitabol's com-ing-out party" was tho greatest cveut

the village had ever known.?NowYork Independent.

Nervous Shock.Now we often hoar of obscure nerv-

ous derangements with no other clearcause following railway accidents, andof strange nervous symptoms compli-cating such obvious physical injuriesas may occur, aud many questions areapt to bo raised as to tho possibilityof such phenomena being due to anyknown degreo of concussion or injuryof the nervous centres, and not infre-quently much doubt i 9 thrown on thobona fides of plaintiffs in such cases.While, however, quite admitting tho

frequency with which fraud is at thobottom of claims against railroad com-panies, it does not do to forget thatsomething else beside mere physicalinjury may result from a railway acci-dent. If terror, a sudden and intensehorror, or, as some would say, "amere nervous shock," without anyphysical injury at all, will producelong-lasting chnuges in the mentaland nervous mechanism, it would hostraugo indeed if such changes worenot found in patients who, whateverthe nature or extent of thoir outer in-juries, have gone through the terriblesho3k of a sorious railway accident.From the moment of the first dancingon the rails, through the terrible timewhen passeugerß and portmanteausaro being tossed helplessly about, upto tlio moment when, with a finalorunch, all becomes still, may not bea long time, but, short as it is, it is aspell of tho intensest agony and ter-ror which cau bo conceived, and itwould indeed bo passing strange if itdid not writo deeply on many nervoussystems its note of horror.?LondonHospital.

A Strange Fight at Sea.

Noticiug a few days ago a let torwritton in Caliioruia to tho New YorkSun entitled, "A Duel Between SwordFishes," if tho editor of tho Itopnbli-cau willgivo me space I willrelate atruo story that came under my ownobservation?a light to a finish be-tween a whale, a sword fish andthrasher. The sword fish and thrasherwere jointlyiu the fight.

It was in the year 1876. Tho goodold ship Richard M. Mauics, CaptainJohn C. Beals, homeward bound fromtho East Indies, wai crossing the In-dian Ocean, bowling along at someeight knots, with a good southeasttrade wind, deeply laden with Javasugai. I chanced to go ou dock justas tho suu was rising out of its waterybed, while musing ou my day's runand wlioro sho would bo at 12 o'clock.I hoard a sort of groan ou my weatherquarter, and costing my eye iu thatdirection I beheld a monster whalonot a hundred yards away. It madoa breach almost clear froui tho water,spouting blood an I water, and at thosumo timo a thrasher, a tish resemblinga large porpoise, leaped into tho airand camo down with tremondoin forcoon tho whale's back bofore tho whalewent uuder. This operation was per-formed throo times.

When lost to view it was evidentlya battlo betweeu a sword li h audthrasher on oue side aud a whale onthe other. The sword fish would evi-dent y come up under tho whalo andstab him; the whalo would mako abreach out of the water, tho thrasherwould in a!-:e a leap out at tho sumotime and come down on tho whale'sback, and tho last seen of them thobattle was not favorable to the whale.Tho light was not strictly according toQueensbury rules, and no policemantnere to stop tho fight. 1 presumethey fought to a finish. As the Psalm-ist has said, "They that go down t.otho sea in ships, and do busiuess ingreat, waters, these sco the works ofthe Lord and flis wonders in the deep."?Springfield (Mass.) Republican.

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Mrs. Winslotv'sSoothing SyrupforCliiltlrcntoothing, soft ens Ihogunis, reduces inflamma-tion, allays pain; cure J wind colic. 25c abottle.

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transient nature of the many pliya*ical ills which vanish before proper ef-forts ?gentle efforts?pleasant efforts?-rightly directed. There is comfort inthe knowledge that so many forms ofsickness are not due to any actual dis-ease, but simply to a constipated condi-tion of the system, which the pleasantfamily laxative, Syrup of Figs, prompt-ly removes. That i 3 why it is the onlyremedy with millions of families, andi?everywhere esteemed so highly by all.who value good health. Its beneficialeffects arc due to the fact, that itis thoone remedy which promotes internalcleanliness, without debilitating thoorgans on which it acts. It is thereforeall important, in ordefr to get its bene-ficial effects, to note when you pur-chase, that you have the genuine article,which is manufactured by the CaliforniaFig Syrup Co. only, and sold by all rep-utable druggists.

Ifin the enjoyment of good health,and the system is regular, then laxa-tives or other remedies arc not needed.If afflicted with any actual disease, onemay be commended to the most skillfulphysicians, but if inneed of a laxative,then one. should have the best, and withtho. well-informed everywhere, Syrup ofIigs stands highest and is most largelyused and gives most general satisfaction*

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$ Always at the front and wherever <tI "BATTLE AX" goes it is the |*$ biggest thing in sight. It is as re- %

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fl of "BAHLE AX" is almost as ©

large as a 10 cent piece of any other |?equally good tobacco. ®

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jAflfeii-OJ""Wash us with Pearline!

" That's all we ask. Save us from that dreadful rubbing-It's wearing us out!

"We want Pearline?the original washing-compound?-the one that has proved that it can't hurt us?Pearline!Don't experiment on us with imitations! We'd rather berubbed to pieces than eaten up." <K>

[VERY FARMER II Till NORTH|j CAN MAKE MORE MONEY IN THE MIDDLE SOUTH.Bg_l He can make twice as much. He can sell nis Norihern farm and get twice as many acrea for hisKa!a money down here. We -oilimproved farms for 10 NtiO an ncr-. Plenty of railroads?fourof them No droughts. Neither too lint nor t. 1 cold- o'i.ra> in* rutin. Northern farmers are cotuinoevery week. Ifyou are uterested write for FitMMpamphlet and a-k all the questions vou want to. I?is a pleasure to us to answer them.

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