DEC. 2© 
©OBE’S BUBAL N 
¥©BKEB, 
Our illustration, over the above title, is from 
a work about to be published by Macmillan 
& Co. of London, entitled "'Wolf's Wild Ani¬ 
mals,” the designs for which were drawn by 
Mr. Joseph Woi.f, an artist who is celebrated 
for his representations of wild animal Ufo and 
scenes connected therowitli. In “A Have for 
Life,” a pack of the white wolves of the prairies 
have pursued a noble specimen of the Wapiti. 
Gradually they gained on him, and his strength 
was on the point of giving way, when at length 
he reached a river, the middle of which was 
still unfrozen. As soon as he gained the open 
water the wolves were unable 
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SANTA CLAUS 
CURED OF THE PANIC. 
BY REV. E. P. ROE, 
THE AUTHOR OP ‘•BARRIERS BURNED AWAY,” 
“WHAT LAN SHE DO,” &C. 
The water was sliut off from the race-way 
and foamed down the rocky channel of the 
stream, adding little though seemingly to Its 
volume, thus becoming the emblem of multi¬ 
tudes of lives quite lost in the general human 
“A panic!—what. Is that?” 
“ Blessed if I know much about it,” said the 
man, irritably. “Somethinggot up by the rich 
to make the poor poorer, and knock a man 
down that’s trying to climb up. What It is 
or what caused It, might worry a Yankee law¬ 
yer to mako out; but it ineuns trouble enough 
for us. They say the rich are catching it this 
time, too, but they won't have to go hungry, as 
1 fear wo will." 
Talk of hunger seemed out of place In Mr. 
Jamison’s house. Tt. abounded in comfort,and 
j there were not a few evidences of smartness 
and ambition, if not refinement. The family 
were Inthegeneral dining-room, but the lighted 
lamp in the parlor revealed an apartment as 
grand as cheap ornaments, pictures, and showy 
furniture could mako it. 
“The idea of our ever going hungry,” said 
into It. I don’t bollovo that, after the mort¬ 
gage and debts were paid we’d have anything 
left, and bo out of a homo In the bargain," was 
the despondent answer. 
An ominous silence foil on the little group 
broken only by the chatter of two children at 
play under the table, who were too young to 
suffer otherwise than unfledged birds In a nest 
when f heir parents failed In their foraging for 
them. 
“Oh dear," said Alice, whose language was 
tinged with the fashionable slang and affecta¬ 
tion of her ambitious little coterie of girls, 
“I’m awfully pained that tills panic has come 
now, for I shall have to give up my music and 
drawing, and everything just when beginning 
to do so nicely.“ 
“Indeed you will.” said her father, shortly, 
“and if the panic don’t bring you anything 
more painful than that, you tray 
to pursue him further; one was 
already prostrated by a kick 
from thodeer'ssharp hoof, and 
was carried away by the Icy 
stream. The re-.it of the pack 
squatted on the shore, howling 
their disappointment, and the 
sorely-pressed deer reached the 
opposite bank In safety. 
-- 
EQUESTRIAN EXERCISE. 
Slowly but surely Is gaining 
ground ainoogour fair country¬ 
women, a taste for the eques¬ 
trian exercise that, plants such 
Vivid roses in the cheeks, and 
brilliant light In the eyes of 
their English cousins. It. is 
abundant fresh air, regular ex¬ 
ercise, and n prescribed plain 
diet in early youth, t.liat creates 
the envied “ Engllan constitu¬ 
tion,” and now Dumo Fashion 
dresses the most tasteful riding 
gear heart can wish, to aid the 
double benefit, of health and 
pleasure. The riding habit may 
be composed of JnvisabJe blue 
cloth, or entirely black; the last 
Is the most modish perhaps. 
The body la cut with a short 
jockey busquo, closed to the 
throat with one row of heavy 
cloth or silk buttons, or else 
strapped across cadet fashion. 
The sleeves are closely shaped 
to l lie arm, without any other 
IRish at the wrist, than a neat 
white linen cuff. The skirt is a 
yard and a half long, and three 
yards and a half wide. The hat 
is a silk atove'.plpe, wKkalight- 
ly rolling brim. Around the 
crown is twisted a veil of gren¬ 
adine, or a sweeping ostrich 
plume. Gloves of chamois skiu, 
or undressed kid (long wrist), 
complete a very stylish toilet. 
THE WORD “FEMALE.'’ 
Trtr. use of this word for wo¬ 
man i3one of the most unpleas¬ 
ant and inexcusable of the com¬ 
mon porversions of language. 
It. is not a Briticism, although 
it. is much more In vogue among 
British writers and speakers 
than among our own. With us, 
lady is the favorite euphemism 
for woman. For every one of 
the softer and more ambltlou 
sex who is dissatisfied with her 
social position, or uncertain of 
it, seems to share Mrs. Qulok- 
ly’s dislike of being called a 
woman. There is no lack of 
what is called authoritative 
usago during three centuries for 
this misuse of female, as T may 
show should I undertake the 
be thankful.” 
Little Ben, as he was called, 
was a thoughtful child, and 
listened to all this con vernation 
with round, wondering eyes, 
and a vague sense of Impending 
disaster. From his sister’s 
speech, and the manner and 
words of his father, the new 
word “ Panic” became associ¬ 
ated with pain—suffering. It 
seojned to his childish mind 
s tine terrible epidemic disease 
that had commeiurd raging. 
Mr. ShuTEDOWn, the proprietor 
of the mill, had caught it, and 
had therefore stopped every- 
liiing, and brought nil this 
trouble on bis father anil the 
rest. If Hanta Glaus now 
should take the Panic mat¬ 
ters would be desperate indeed, 
and the heaviest blow of all 
would fall on him. Little Bi:n 
had sot his heart on a pair of 
skates. He had thought of 
them by day and dreamed of 
them by night, (ill they meant 
to him “all the kingdoms of 
the world nnd the glory of 
them,” and his mother had 
hinted broadly that if he were 
n good boy Santa Claus would 
bring them on Christinas. 
Therefore to Little Bi n Christ¬ 
inas was the mlllonium. But 
suppose Santa Claus should 
catch this dreadful Panic, and 
have to stop everything Him Mr. 
SkuteiiowN and others that his 
father spoke of, and Little 
Ben's heart failed him at the 
thought. Ho wanted to ask 
Ids fattier if such a thing were 
possible, but could not sum¬ 
mon courage for a. long time to 
face the dreaded answer. 
Mrs. Jamison went to the 
kitchen and completed prepa¬ 
rations for supper, and then 
said to her husband:—“Come, 
von shall have one more good 
meal, anyway, and then I’ll do 
anything you think best and try 
In make a little go a good ways.” 
“ It will be a bitter day to me, 
Jane, when I can't say to you 
and the children, ‘eat. and be 
sat lulled,’ but I confess I'm 
caught In a very tight place. I f 
i he mill don’t start soon I can't 
think what we shall do, for I 
ion’t know how to do other 
Kinds of work, even if flcnukl 
et any. Seems to me I’d rather 
die than see those mouths 
•rying for bread,” he added, 
nuking at the plump, rouud- 
' iced little girls, who weresoon 
on their way to the bottoms of 
two bowls of bread and milk ; 
“ and I'm one who couldn’t live 
discussion of Americanisms, so 
called. But this is one of those perversions 
which arc not justified by example, however 
eminent. A cow or a sow, or any she brute, is 
a female, just as a woman is; as a man Is no 
more a male than a bull Is, or a boar; and no 
woman calls herself a female, without thereby 
sharing her sex with all the brute creation. 
-♦ «■ »- 
ABOUT SUNSHINE. 
Sunshine is beautiful and joy-inspiring al¬ 
ways. All things animate and inanimate take 
on a new life in its presence. Not a flower but 
gratefully recognizes it. not a song bird but 
carols the sweeter under its touch. How the 
rivulet* flash, and the broad waters shimmer to 
its glance, while the valley atmosphere is gold- 
enly a-haze, and the grand old woods and 
mountains are all aflame with Its kisses. Earth, 
that under the cloud and the night-shade, 
seems like one stricken with a might y sorrow, 
now treads her rounds of space like a new- 
crowned queen. Who, amid tho gushing sun¬ 
shine, can think of aught but life, health, joy, 
music, beauty and splendor! 
The overburdened man scarcely has the de¬ 
sire to love, far less the time. We always love 
and seek things at the expense of persons; and 
the man who works too much must love too 
little. 
tide, but which might accomplish so much if 
concentrated directly and steadily upon one 
useful purpose. The great wheel made a few 
slow revolutions and stopped, and the little 
army of operatives were informed that with it 
their work also stopped indefinitely. The sad 
fact came to very many like a bolt from a se¬ 
rene sky. What did those men. women and I 
children, many of them strangers In our land, 
know of stocks and Wall Street gambling? And 
| yet the unlucky betting, the wild, reckless ven¬ 
ture* of millionaires that they had never heard 
of, were talcing away tbeir bread. For good or 
evil humanity Is so linked together that Indi¬ 
vidual action may he cause of effects not | 
I dreamed of. 
From the mill portals many pale, troubled 
I faces Issued that night, and deep anxiety, and 
in not a few instances, utter dismay was carried 
to the homes represented. 
“ What Is the matter ?" asked Mrs. Jamison. 
as her husband came in with lowering brow, 
and sat dejectedly down In the corner behind ! 
the stove. His manner was usually energetic, 
cheery and bustling. 
“Matter enough,” he answered gruffly. 1 
“Without a word of warning tho mill has 
stopped, and I’rn out of work. There’s a panic." 
Chorus of Mrs. Jamison, a buxom mlddle- 
aged woman; of Alice, a blooming girl of 
eighteen; and of Llttlo Ben, a boy not far from 
nine years of age. 
Mrs. Jamison, increduously and In some heat. 
“It maybe a very hard fact soon, Instead of 
an Idea,” said her husband gloomily. “You 
know how things are. Only three days ago I 
drew ray wages up to date, and made a pay¬ 
ment on our place here. I was calculating on 
my winter earnings to pay up back store ac¬ 
counts, and provide for winter. But there may 
not be any winter earnings, for Mr. Shutedowx 
says that it may be months before rbey start 
up again, if they ever do. We are in debt at 
the stores now, and they’ll be mighty slow to 
trust any of us after work lias stopped. I 
couldn’t borrow money on the place those 
times, especially when there’s a mortgage on 
it already, and if 1 could It would only end in 
our losing the place and all we’vo paid on It. 
Can’t you see how things aro? We have laid in 
no stores; I’ve got no money, and don’t know 
where to get any. So what aro you and tho 
children, and our fine lady of a daughter going 
to live on. I’d like to know?” 
A flush, half of shame, half of anger, suffused 
A ltck’8 face at this reference to herself, but 
Mrs. Jamison dropped Into a chair, and with 
tears in her eyes said:—" I declare, Silas, you 
quite take away rny breath. I can't realize it. 
Everything has been going smbotbly so long. I 
suppose we could sell the place, if worse came 
to the worst.” 
“ We wouldn’t get half its value now, and I’d 
lose the earnings of'long years that I’ve put 
on charity.” 
“Now look here, Silas," said his wife, wip¬ 
ing her eyes lest her tears should weaken his 
tea before she handed It to him, “ don’t you go 
to talk about dying. I know the papers arc full 
of suicides of people wbo’ve got in trouble. 
But if ever a man does a mean, cowardly thing 
its when he kills himself and loaves a weak 
woman and a lot of little children to bear the 
same trouble all alone, and made a million 
times worse by the sorrow and shame of his 
death. Whatever’^ before us, let's stand by 
each other and try to do right.” 
“ Ob, I don’t want to die," said her husband, 
hastily; “I’m not lit, for that matter. Only I 
feel desperate blue, fori can't see my way an 
Inch out of this fog." 
“ Well,” said Mrs. Jamison, “ I’m sure of one 
t hing. We ought to trust to God and do right.” 
“ That's easier said than done,” her husband 
again answered with irritation. “If I saw you 
all hungry I’d bo more inclined to steal than 
trust.” 
“Oh, Silas I" said his wife, reproachfully, 
“you don’t mean that. You aro so full of 
trouble you don’t know what you are saying.” 
But. her own conscience condemned her, for 
though a professing Christian she lout grown 
cold and indifferent like many others. Worldll- 
uess can master the soul In the cottage as well 
as In tho palace. She was oppressed with tho 
thought that consolations of faith came from 
her lips with poor grace and found little echo 
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