AAA. _ r. LOVE‘ IN THE COUNTRY. BY 30! JO’I‘, J3. Oh, hand inhand. by sylvan streams, We'd wander fort a noon, h Our footstepgrkeelp‘ingtmggsure wit Th err o e s u ; The gyl‘vanynymgihs would lead our way When we went out to chop down hay. Withdrawn afar from all the world Content should lend its charm, And crown with peface our mortal lot—- d i ht cacre arm. , I'dhs‘higl heyr form from dangers thick, And milking cows that love to kick. No cloud should ever dim our sky To make our lives forlorn; Eternal sunshin: e’ier should giid Our heads in oe ng corn, And patience o‘er should be her dower In churning butter hour by hour. All jealousies and faults of faith Should from our pathwa shrink, Afloction she would haye or me, And buttermilk to drink; And she should daily gather grace And eggs upon the market‘days. A golden halo of hope and rest Should hover o’er her head, And she would keep her heart at peace And all the goslings fed. She‘d keep our lives from being sad, And mix some good eggs wrth the bad. Her good should be my sole desire, Her gentle will my law, And plenty grace our dear estate—— inherited from her 59.. In queenly robes she’ be arrayed All out of linsey—woolsey made. The li ht of love should haunt her eyes, Theieacon light of hope. In bringing eace she should excel, Also in ma 'ng soap. , , She’d make more sweet life’s running sands, And cook for six or seven hands. Her life with all things fair and sweet Let kindly fate endow, And may she learn to love me more And drive the glittering plow, And our life‘s happiness would be great If corn went at a decent rate. The Snow Hunters: on, WINTER IN THE WOODS. BY 0. DUNNING CLARK, AUTHOR or “ YOUNG SEAL-HUNTER,” “ IN THE WILDERNESS,” “ CAMP AND canon,” “non AND RIFLE,” era, are. X.-——Ganada Howe—The Cunning Gluttmt... Southward. WE might follow our hunters in the pursuit of the smaller game with which the woods abounded, and tell of the mink, the beaver and the otter which became the prey of stout Dave Blodgett and his new chum, but time does not permit. It is enough to say that they passed a pleasant month in the region of snow, and the sides of the cabin were hung with a hun— dred trophies of the chase. Heads of wapiti, moose and elk adorned the walls. The two panthers and the wolverine, beautifully pre- served and stuffed, glared at all intruders from the roof of the cabin, and the two cubs, now playmates of Jack Edgel, played tricks with each other in a wooden cage in the corner, op- posite two beautiful small “ silver fox,” which had been trapped by Alf especially for Jack Edgel. All this curiosity-shop was called by Bufe “ Jack’s Museum.” Dave came in, one morning, in a fury. A wolverine had been stealing beaver out of his traps, land he was determined to punish the thief. “I’m goin’ out to rig a deadfal], Jack,” he sai , “an’ I’ll catch that bloody thief, some- how. Come with me.” 4 They started out and reached the place where the first trap had been robbed. In the path of this Dave set a large bear-trap, which he care- fully concealed among the brushwoodu Near the other trap which had been robbed, he rig- ged a deadfall baited with scented pemmican. To reach the bait the animal must crawl under the log, and the moment the bait was touched the log would fall. “ Dave,” suggested Jack, when these prepa— rations were concluded, “I have heard a great deal about the cunning of the wolverine, and I want to see them work. Can’t we hide some— where and watch him?” ~ “ I’ll do it,” said Dave. “Cunning ain’t no name for ’em. You’ll see one of the ’cutest critters on the face of the airth, of you see him at all. Let’s go an’ knock over a few rabbits before supper, an’ I’ll make you a stew that’ll make your eyes stick out of ypnr head.” They tramped away through the snow for a distance of two miles, where they met Alf, who was leading Spot. “ All ’ee time me catchum Canada hare, i’ he said. “ You got gun? All right —- you watches.” He loosed Spot on a fresh trail, and he bound- ed away on a hot scent, making the forest ring with his cries, as he bowled over the snow. The cries receded and the men advanced in the direction of the sound. Jack was in advance, when he saw a great hare, leaping like a kangaroo, come flying over the logs, while close behind came Spot, yelp- ing as he bounded through the snow. Jack fired when the bare was in the air, and dropped his game neatly. “ Quick eye, steady hand,” exclaimed Dave, approvmgly. “ You are the stuff we make hunters of, my chicken. Call in the dog, Alf, and let's try another.” The hound was again started on a fresh scent, which took him some distance into the forest. As they advanced, a great White bird, gleaming like snow in the sun, rose over them. The ready rifle of Dave Blodgett came up and the great white bird came tumbling down. Dave caught it up and. held it in such a way that the blood could not drop on its white plumage. “ That’s a specimen that’ll do yer heart good,” cried Dave. “ The ‘ great snowy owll’ my boy 1” It was indeed one of the most magnificent specimens of this rare bird ever secured by a hunter. W'hite as the driven snow, with spreading wings and staring eyes, the great bird hung in the powerful hand of the hunt- er. By this time the dog was on the scent again, and long before nightfall the hunters had se- cured a goodly “bag,” and returned to the cabin, where they feasted gloriously. Alf volunteered to take Mr. Tracey and the twins out on a farewell “ fire hunt,” while Jack and Dave started out to watch their wolverine. They reached the place early, and Dave con— structed a cover near the first trap from which they could watch unseen the movements of the glutton. Z The creature came two hours after, stealing along with cat—like steps until he came to the spot where Dave had thrown the brush care- lessly over the trap. Here the animal paused and looked dubiously at the leaves and brush. There was a. studied carelessness about the ar- rangement of this cover which did not suit the suspicious beast. He seemed to say——-“ My friend was nabbed in just such a spot as that, and I strongly suspect iron under those bushes. I do, open my word.” ~ = Some such idea as this must have passed through the head of the wolverine as he stood with his short ears working industrioust and his head thrown upon one side like a. cat. He evidently deemed it highly improper to pass over those leaves and brush Without first making an examination; so he searched about and found upon the ground a stout stick about three feet long and about an inch thick. This the wolverine took in his mouth. and allowmg one end to rest upon the bush, pushed 1t before him in every direction, while Dave, in an age- ny of rage, made ready his rifle. _ Just then the stick happened to strike the spring, and hold the bear trap dangling in the air, while the wolverine walked serenely beneath and robbed the beaver trap before 1their very eyes! Having devoured thegame, the glutton began to search about for the second trap, which he had robbed the night before, and Jack, follow- ing Dave Blodgett, glided after in silence, and they crouched in the bushes just as the wol- Verine caught sight of the bait beneath the . dead—fall. One common sized beaver is a mere flea bite to a healthy wolverine, and this one was still as hungry as ever. He looked at that speed “ pemmican ” with longing eyes. He knew that it was spiced pemmican —— he could. smell it, even at a distance, and knew that it was good. But, was there not something remark— able in the manner in which this food was hung under the log? Was not the log itself in rather a tottering position? and would it be at all healthy for a wolverine to creep under that log without first ascertaining that it was not going to fall down? The meat was good—but would it pay for the getting? The wolverine considered the matter in all its bearings. He wanted the meat badly enough, but that was a heavy log. “He’ll study out, some way, the mean old cuss,” hissed Dave; “ but he don’t git away this time. You jest wait.” The wolverine at last leaped upon the log, and digging his claws into the bark, reached down and pushed the meat hard. The dead- fall came down, but the wolverine sat trium— phant on the top, Seething to exult over his own acuteness, but, just then came the crack of the never-failing rifle, and the animal dropped life- less on the log. “ Chawthat, durn ye!” roared Dave. “ That’s a dead-fall you kain’t dodge, an’ I know it.” They returned quite late to the cabin, and be- gan their preparations for the return to the haunts of civilization. The hunters came back with two deer which they had taken by fire— hunting on the ice. The time for their tarry in the North was up, and they must return to their duties in the South. When morning broke they loaded the sleds, leaving many heavy articles in the cabin for the use of other hunters. Alf and Dave had built a third sled, and it was necessary, for Jack’s trophies filled one sled to overflowing; and so, one bright morning they bade farewell to the winter camp, and sped away along the ice toward the South. Dave and Alf went' with them, and did not part from them until two weeks later, they shook hands at the Gr. T. depot in Toronto. ‘ “ Good-by, square; good’by, boys,” said Dave. “ Ef you want me next year write to me at Lower Saranac. I’m going down thar to see Antoine Castlerwme an’ Alf. He’s my~ pard now. ” I “ All ’ee Same,” Said Alf; “ Me catch Bill Becker me lickee him. Good-by!” So they left the hunters standing on the plat- form as the train, bearing the trophies of their skill, safely packed in the baggage cars, moved off. And if Providence is good to them it will not be long before, with rifle and ax, with Dave Blodgett and Alf in front, they will again tramp the snows of , the North, on the trail of the giant moose. Reader, the Snow Hunters, for the present, bid you farewell. LEGAVE‘S From a Lawyer’s Life. BY A. GOULD PENN. II.~—-The Unjust Will. MEN sometimes make strange disposition of their property by will, and after their demise leave behind them a bone of contention for heirs to quarrel over, when a little foresight and sense of justice would have saved all- the trouble and expense. * Great injustice is thus done, perhaps through more thoughtlessness or carelessness, and it seems to me that no man in his senses would willingly commit such a grave error. How often have I been called upon to draw the instrument .that I plainly foresaw could only produce pain, hatred and heart-burnings! But it was mine only to obey and not question the wisdom of my employers. A case in point once happened in my practice. Stepping into my office one day, after a brief absence, I found a lady awaiting my coming. She was dressed in deep mourning, with a heavy vail over her face, and as I on- tered she arose and cast aside its black folds, revealing to my gaze a face of astonishing beauty. She was young, apparently not more than twenty, and her beauty was hightened by a look of unusual intelligence. “You are Mr. Smith?” she asked, hesitat- ingly. “ At your service, Miss—~” “ Garnett is my name—Aida Garnett,” she hastened to explain. “ Ah! yes, Miss Gal-nett; I know your fa- ther well. What service can I render you, Miss Aida!" “ I have come to consult with you in refer- ence to papa’s will. You know the circum- stances already, no doubt?” Yes, I had heard of Johnson Garnett’s will, and the matter had been the cause of much in- dignation among the good people of the neigh- borhood. Johnson Gamett had been consider- ed somewhat eccentric in his manners. He had accumulated a. large fortune, and Aida, his only daughter, had been looked upon by everybody as his sole heir, and respected, flat— tered and courted accordingly. But Johnson Garnett had brought with him from England many old and strange conceits, and when, at his death, his will was read, it was found that he had left to his faithful daughter but a trifle of a few thousands, while the remainder of his possessions, including Emerald Hill, his home: stead, he had willed to one Johnson Kyle. “ And who is this Johnson Kyle?" I asked of Miss Alda. “Some old friend of papa’s—schoolmate or something, I believe. I have heard papa speak of him frequently, but I never have learned more of him.” . “ Is he at all related?” I asked. “I do not know; he may be some distant relative of papa’s. But oh, Mr. Smith, can nothing be done by which I may obtain my just rights?” she asked, the tears gathering in her beautiful eyes. , “I fear it will be a difficult matter, Miss Garnett, to break this will, unless we can es- tablish the fact that your father was under undue influence, or not of sound mind, and deed.” A gleam of hepe lighted up her splendid e es. y“I am sure papa was not in the mind to make that will!” she exclaimed. “ He often told me I was his sole heir, and I can prove by old nurse that he said so more than once. And besides, we often feared he was not in his right mind, and many strange things he did that caused me to fear for his reason. But papa was always good to me.” Having obtained such information and facts of Miss Garnett as I deemed necessary, she left my office with lighter heart than she had entered. I set about to work up the case, and after some time spent in study and examination, I drew the necessary papers for commencing suit to break the unjust will of Johnson Gar— nett. I soon learned that the firm of Leex and Brief had been retained against me, and I knew that the litigation must be long and tedious. I also learned that the devisee, Johnson Kyle, was a rich man, who spent his time traveling the world over in search of pleasure and adventure, and that he had but recently returned to America. A’ year had passed away, and the prelimina— ‘ ries of this great will contest were about set- tled, and soon the issue would be tried. Busi- ness called me away to a neighboring city, where I was detained several days. Seated in the hotel, one evening, I was busy with my own thoughts, unheeding the usual loungers who were talking around me, when a name caught my ear and caused me to look and listen attentively. Two young men had drawn chairs up to a neighboring Window, and were lazily smoking their cigars and conversing in tones loud en- ough for me to hear. As they laughed and chatted, the name of Johnson Kyle fell from the lips of one of them, and it was this that had amused me from my study. “ I say, Kyle, that is what I would consider a streak of remarkably good luck. Of course a few more thousands don’t seem much to you, but the girl i” “Ah, the ancient maiden lady? Excuse me, old follow, if you please. The other is bad enough, but I shall certainly lay no claim to the calico incumbrance, whatever I may do about the other.” I glanced cautiously at the speaker. He sat facing me almost, and I read him through. He was a young man, apparently not more than thirty, with fair, but slightly bronzed face, deep blue eyes, tawny mustache, and light curling hair. He was dressed in the hight of fashion, and his frank, honest counte— nance struck me at once favorably. “ You talk as if the legacy was but a mere trifle which you intended to let go by default,” answered his companion. ‘ “Justice is justice, my dear major, ” an- swered Kyle. “ I never could understand why my father’s old friend should prefer the to his own flesh and blood. If, by accepting that bequest, I do injustice to a. women, be she ever so old or ugly, I could not touch a dollar of it.” I felt like flinging my arms around the neck of this young man. But my usual caution came to the rescue, and the doubt followed- “That sounds very well, but he may be only acting; we’ll see.” So I said to myself, and the crowd in the room prevented my hearing anything further of their conversation. I never mentioned what I had overheard in this hotel cdnversation‘ to any person, but it had given me a clue to the actual condition of affairs, and filled me with the hope that a. com- promise might be eventually made that would result in great benefit to my lovely..,client. Yet it Would not do for me to evince any weak- ness if the case came to trial, though what hope there was of breaking the will of Johnson Gar— nett I could not tell. The day of final hearing came at last. The last demurrer had been argued, the last mo- tion had been overruled, and I found my ut- most efforts to clog and delay the case were un- availing. Leex and Brief were exciting and anxious to close the case, and had spent their legal cunning to push me to the wall. Noth- ing was left for me but to seem equally anx- ions to enter trial, and so the case was called. I looked in vain for my lovely client. What could have detained her? Surely she will be here in time; the witnesses were present and all was ready. I must fight for delay. All my energy was bent upon this object. Accordingly I hin- dered the impanneling of the jury by every legal objection, and thus gained some time. Still Aida Garnett had not arrived. A glance at Leex and Brief showed me that they, too, were exceedingly uneasy, and I ob— served that their client was also missing. The court-room was crowded with spectators for the case was one that interested the entire community, and much indignation had been vented on the injustice done Aida Garnett by her father in so summarily disposing of his property to a stranger. The jury being at length made up, and the affirmative of the case given to the defendant; the will was produced and pompously read to the jury by Leex, of counsel for the defense. Witnesses were then called and examined, and the identity of the will fully proven, where- upon the defendants rested their case. At this juncture a. commetion was visible among the bystanders, and soon from the crowd a lady, leaning on the arm of a gentle— man, advanced. It was Alda. Garnett with Johnson Kyle! Leex and Brief were astonished beyond measure, while I could scarcely repress a. smile of delight, for to me it was a good omen. Seating Miss Garnett by my side, Johnson Kyle shook hands with his counsel, Leex and Brief, and by them was duly introduced to me. The jury and spectators shared the gene- ral feeling of astonishment, and While many glowered at the young man, whom they could but consider a usurper, others seemed to ad- mire his handsome and manly bearing Of course a consultation was called, and all the parties and their attorneys retired to an adjoining room " Gentlemen,” said Johnson Kyle, “ this suit is to go no further.” Leex and Brief looked more nonplussed than ever. I glanced at Aida Garnett and a delicate blush sutfu-ed her check as her eyes met mine and saw the look of delight I could not re- press. “ This lady,” resumed Kyle, taking the hand of Aldo. in his own, “ and I have effected a compromise. Allow me, gentlemen, to pre- sent my aifianced bride.” those things require very positive evidence in» “Of course we heartily congratulated the young couple, and both Brief and Leex ex- pressed themselves as highly pleased with the terms of settlement. . Again we entered the crowded workroom, and I addressed the court: _ “ Your Honor, lam pleased toannounce that this case is compromised tothe entire satis— faction of all parties. We will, therefore, with your Honor‘s permisdion, withdraw a juror and consider this case dismissed.” As soon as the true condition of affairs be- came known, the spectators could scarcely be prevented from giving a shout of approbation. As it was they crowded about us, and sought to congratulate the young stranger and his beautiful aflianced. Order was at length restored, and the busi~ ness of court resumed. Gathered in my little omce was a happy group. Aida, leaning on the arm of the hand— some Johnson Kyle, seemed filled with true happiness. “ Tell me, you truant,” I asked, assuming a tone of comic severityto Aida, “ why you thus interrupt our legal proceedings?” Laughingly she rejoined: “Ask Mr. Kyle; he is responsible. " “ True,” said Kyle; “ I arrived here two weeks ago and went out to Emerald Hill to view my new possessions, and interview the ancient maiden lady whom I supposed to be my legal opponent. You can judge of my sur- prise at meeting Miss Garnett, here, and we were soon on such good terms that the com- promise we have just effected was agreed upon, and, in exchange for my interest in that will, she gave [no—herself.” “But your part of the exchange?” Isuggest- ed. “ Here it is,” said be, producing the will, “and here is its entire fulfillment,” and, say- ing this, he proceeded to tear the document in- to shreds. “ And now, gentlemen,” he resumed, in his blandest manner, “ allow me, in behalf of Miss Garnett, and also as my own earnest wish, to invite you all to our wedding at Emerald Hill next Thursday evening.” ’ We all went to the wedding, and I was the humble instrument chosen to give away the bride. Alda. Garnett had won her own case, and conquered her opponent with a few glances from those splendid eyes. We attorneys were handsomely feed, of course, and the unjust will was effectually broken. ' An April Fool. BY EBEN E. REXFORD. KATE Ravnnsronn heard a girl’s light-heart. ed laugh as she sat beside the window in the early dusk of the March day, and a cold, hard look came into her face. “ That is Lottie Crawford‘s laugh, I know," she said, pulling back the curtain to get aview of the street. “I should know it anywhere, because it always aifects me so disagreeably.” ; A young man was coming up the street, and a girl was walking with him. The scowl upon Miss Raynesford’s face grew darker. “It is she, and Ralph Tyrrell is with her,” she said, peering out into the dusky twilight. “The little fool! I wonder if she thinks she can catch him?” , As there was no one to answer Miss Raynes— ford’s question, it remained unanswered. “ I wonder people don’t begin to talk about the way she carries on,” said Miss Raynesford, to herself, by-and—by, the scowl still on her face. “ Of course no one is fool enough to think he cares for her, unless she does; and as long as it can’t end in marriage, I should think people would notice how she tries to keep him at her elbow, and smiles at him in her most be- witching way every time they meet. I think it really ridiculous, and I wish some one would tell her how such conduct appears, to respect- able people. ” ' Miss Raynesford was like a great many men and wOmen you and I know, ready to condemn other peeple for doing precisely what they would do themselves; and the principal reason why they condemn their fellows, as a general thing, is because they have succeeded where the fault-finders failed. Miss Raynesford had tried to keep Ralph Tyrrell at her side, and failed to do so. Let- tie Crawford had never attempted any thing of the kind, because there was no need of it. He seemed perfectly willing to stay, without her trying to keep him. I don’t think Lottie thought anything about what his intentions were. She believed him to be a gentleman, she liked him, and she was not foolish enough to keep him at a frigid dis tance because she was a poor girl and worked for her living. She was a. pure, womanly wo— man, and as such, fit for the society of any man. Therefore she met Ralph Tyrrell and associated with him as his equal. But to Miss Raynesford the fact that she worked for her bread was enough to keep her out of good so- ciety.. The chief reason for Miss Raynesford’s dislike, however, was that the man she would have been glad to marry saw more to admire in Lottie than herself—which, to an unpreju- diced observer, was a proof of his good sense. “Say, Kate,” called out Miss Raynesford’s brother Ned, bursting into the room like a gust of wind. “ Isn’t it almost April Fool day?" . “ To—day’s Tuesday,” said Miss Raynesford. "' Friday is the first of April. Yes, it’s almost time for April fools.” When Ned had gone a brilliant idea came to her. Why couldn’t she take advantage of the time and do Something to make Lottie Crawford ridiculous? If she could do anything to discomfit her rival she felt it to baalmost 3. She knocked at the “ first door to the right, ump;stairs,” and a pleasant voice called “ Come 9 She opened the door and entered the room. She had expected to find a dusty lawmmce, or something of that sort; instead she found her~ self in a doctor’s office, and Ralph Tyrrell looking at her in astonishment. _"‘ Why, Lottie, is it really you?” be ex- claimed, in delight, rushing about to get her a , chair; “I never dreamed of seeing you. here. You are well, I hope? Sit down, do.” ‘ “I came» in answer to your letter,” said Lottie, blushing, and feeling, she‘could not tell why, as if there was some mistake back of it all. “ I didn’t know that it was from you, though.” ’ “My letter!” repeated young Doctor Tyr. roll. “ I haven’t written you any letter. I don’t know what you mean.” “ Didn’t you write to me to call here at ten o‘clock to-day, and promise work? I supposed it was from some laWyer, who wanted copying done? Here is the letter. You can read it.” Lottie gave him the letter, and sat there oin considerable embarrassment while he was reading it. If he didn’t write it, who did? “I see through it all, I think,” he said, as he folded it up, and gave it back to her. “This is the first of April, you know.” “No, I didn’t know it, ” exclaimed Lottie, indignantly. “ I’d like to know who could be mean enough to play such a trick on me!” and then she burst into tears. What could he think of her? And yet he couldn’t blame her, after all, for she had taken the letter in good faith. But that didn’t prevent her position from being very embarrassing. “ I don’t know who wrote it, but I am pret— ty sure,” he answered. “It was done out of spite. I know how we can turn the tables on her nicely. If you’ll only say yes to a ques- tion I’m going to ask you, Lottie, the one whom I think to be the wriifler of this letter will find that she made a bigger fool of her- self than anybody else. I’ve wanted to ask you this question for a long time, Lottie. I love you, I want you for my wife. May I have you, darling?” . Somehow Doctor Tyrrell’s arm had got on- tangled very closely with Lettie’s shawl, and his eyes were dangerously near her own. They bewildered her. She thought at first she had better say no, but she couldn’t do it. What it was that she did manage to say I don’t think either one of them knew, but he took it for yes, and the next moment he had his arms about her, and was kissing her in a way that would have made Miss Raynesford scowl as she had never scowled before. It wasn’t a week before everybody knew that Lottie Crawford and Doctor Tyrrell were engaged. Miss Raynesford wouldn‘t believe it at first, but a few weeks later, when she rev ceived cards for the wedding, she had to. She has come to the conclusion that she made as much of a fool of herself as of .any— body else. B’eat Time’s Notes. Fox’s martyrs—chickens. THE coming woman—a book-agent. You go to a saloon if you want to get clown. In taking a miss for a wife, a man is some- ti.mes miss-taken. When I get mad, I tell you I am an excited crowd, and no mistake. The person who lives in his own conceit will find it a poor place to reside in. ...__ A man’s house is not a restaurant, but it is a place where a wife can always rost—her—aunt. Young man, keep your temper; do not pass the point where virtue ceases to be a forbear- ance. , In regard to the new king of Spain I would like to ask what kind of fate was it that drew Alf-on—so? __ I don’t say defendant swore, but all he did say would make a chapter of illustrative pro— fane history. A young friend of mine receives so many smiles from the girls that he has quite a large collection of them. A man can no more be a liar and a gentle- man than he can turn a double summerset and alight into next week. In drinking straight whisky a. man will be brought into straightened circumsta’. ces. This is a fact; yes, it’sa whole factory. My washing lately came from the washer- woman’s with every button sweetly removed. “ Insatiate starcher, would not one suffice?” I HAVE carefully looked at my pocketbook studying the financial question, and have be- come convinced that we need a new issue of greenbacks. I am very fond of any thing green, being of that color myself. I like to have something green in my eye, especially when I look in my pocketbook. My eye has-‘ n’t been refreshed by that particular hue of late, to any great extent. I need a fresh sup“ ply of money, and if they give me a chance I religious duty to do so. . “I know what I’ll do,” she said, after -an hour of study as to the best means of accom- plishing her plan. “ He has anew oflice down- town, and I don‘t believe she knows where it is. I’ll write to her to call there on Friday; tell her that it will be for her advantage to do so. She’ll go, and he will think it a ruse on her part, got up for the express purpose of an excuse for coming there, and when he sees how unwomanly such conduct is, he’ll be apt to think less of you, Miss Lottie Crawford.” Which you will see does not exactly tally with Miss Raynesford's statement, that “ of course he didn’t care anything for Lottie.” If she had been quite sure of that, she would have felt much easier about the matter. The next day she wrote the letter that was to make Lottie Crawford ridiculous, requesting her to call at 25 Brown street, at ten o’clock on Friday: first door to the right, upstairs. “I hope it is for copying,” said Lottie to her mother, when she had read the letter. “ I could do a good deal at that evenings. ” Friday came, and Lottie never once thought about its being April Fool Day. She went down the street past Miss Raynesford’s, and saw that young lady smiling at her, as she passed. But the smile wasn’t a very friendly 0116. will assist in circulating it and not charge them a cent. I could circulate about forty thousand dollars. I have had to ask my creditors, of late, to draw on their imaginations for what I owed them, and they have done it to a great extent. More greenbacks is what I want. The grasshoppers out West are on their last legs, that is to say, on their hind legs. They have discontinued their campaign, and gone in— to winter camps, anxiously waiting for spring to open, and making extensive preparations for business. They have sent East for a large 0r- der of mowing—machines to facilitate their work. The government has been negotiating to get them to go on a reservation with an an- unity, but they decline to listen to any propo- sition whatever. The grangers are in despair, and accuse the middle—men of being the cause of all this grasshopper trouble. They say they wouldn’t have felt half so bad over those grasshoppers if they had done nothing but eat up the crops, but when they would go out- to remonstrate with them they would spit to- rbacco juice in their eyes, or sit on the fence and make faces at them, or pull down one cor— ner of their eye and ask if they saw anything green there. The grasshoppers have issued a. proclamation to the farmers to put in extra creps. .