CORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
or held of him in any way. I might be poor 
but I was also proud, and Kitty was quite sym¬ 
pathetic enough to understand me. 
“ But then, what are we to do ?” said Kitty. 
Ieatdownon the hearth rug, with my chin 
in my hands, and stared earnestly at the big 
cracking back log. Pussy crept away and nest¬ 
led down In the corner, as lr she knew by in¬ 
stinct that there was a change of temperature. 
“Look here, Kitty," 1 said suddenly, "those 
russet apples 1“ 
“Well?" 
“ We can sell them. There are eight barrels 
at the least. Eight barrels, at $2.50 a barrel—" 
"My dear Addy, no one wilt buy them at oue- 
flfth tbe price. Apples are a drug in tbe 
market.” 
“ Here, I grant you, but not in the city. I wil 
take them to Mapleton and sell them.” 
“ You will, Addy?" 
“ Aud why not? Squlra Dyson would charge 
at least 20 per cent, commission and make a 
favor of it at that. I can’t afford either tbe 
price or the patronage. Don’t say anything 
about It to father; ho would only fret and raise 
Objections. What must be done must be, and 
I am the girl to do It." 
“ But, Addy, how ? All this seems so perfectly 
wild and visionary to mo," 
"Well, It needn't 1 for, believe me. It’s the 
most practical thing In the world. AU we have 
to do Is to sort the apples out Into barrels, nice 
and sound—l can easily do it by lantern light 
to-night—and to-morrow morning we'll rise 
early, harness old Dobbin to the lumber wagon 
>» 
" But how are we to get the heavy barrels up 
Into tbe wagon ?” 
" Goosle I" cried I, laughing, “ can't I put the 
barrels up iuto the wagon while they’re empty 
and dll them at my leisure? And I'll have them 
sold at Mapleton before you’ve got the pork 
and cabbage boiling for dinner." 
“ But where will you go?" asked Kitty. 
“ Oh, I know lots of places. 1 went once to 
town with Ohadiah Falrweather when he sold 
a lot »f cheeses. I've a pretty good idea of the 
locality of the oommlssion stores, I can telj 
you." 
“ After all, Addy," hesitated my conservative 
little Hister, “It Isn't a woman’s work." 
" Whu isn’t it, I should like to know, so long 
as a woman can do It? At all events, a woman 
tnay pay her debts, so if you'll hurry up the tea 
I’ll be off to the barn." 
“ And what shall we tell papa?” 
“ Oh, be’ll think I’ve gone to the slnglng- 
sohool with the Dyson girls, and I don’t think 
it is u Christian duty to undeceive him," ans¬ 
wered I. i 
' But notwithstanding the brave face I put 
upon my affairs, my heart quivered a little the 
next day as 1 drove off toward Mapleton, with i 
the scarlet stain of sunrise dyeing all the east, I 
aud my own cheeks Hushed with the keen i 
morning air. i 
But it wasn't so bad, after all. With pardon- I 
able egotism, 1 supposed that every one would I 
be staring at tne; but, on the contrary, a young i 
woman Belling apples ought to be the common- l 
est sight In the world, so little comment or ( 
surpi ise did it apparently excite. Mr. Holloway i 
of the firm of Holloway Brothers, Produce and i 
Commission Merchants, dLdn't want ap'fles, I i 
speedily learned. I 
“Ju#tt bought a shipload from Albany," said ( 
be as carelessly as if shiploads of apples were t 
as common a purchase as ten cents of tape, t 
And I drove on, beginning to feel infinitesimal- I 
ly small. £ 
Mr. Lovcjoy could give me a dollar a barrel, 1 
“ Apples wasu't worth no more at this season t 
of tbe year." Andl whipped old Dobbin up, i 
determined to carry them home again than to £ 
sell them at that price. I 
At the next place where I stopped, a pleas- < 
tint-looking, middle-aged man came out and t 
examined my apples critically. t 
"Do they hold out like this all the way £ 
down?" he asked. i 
“I'll warruut them," 1 said, carelessly. u 
“How much?" he asked. A 
“ Two dollars and a-half a barrel,” I aus- 1 
wered. 
He reflected. 
“ it's a good price,” he said, as if he were 
talking to his own vest buttons; but they look 
like good apples, aud we’ve tolerably la>ge 
Western orders to fill. I'll see what my partner 
thinks.” 
He went back Into the gloomy depths of his 
store and 1, happening to glanoe up, saw the 
words painted iu black letters over the door, 
“ Hull & Avery." 
My first Impulse was to drive on aud leave 
the chance of a bargain behind me; my next to 
sit still and wait my fate as Providence dealt it 
out to me. Aud presently out came Willis 
Avery himself. 
“ I think we will take your load If-why!” 
breukiug off short, “ it’s Addy Walters I" 
1 colored scarlet. 
"yes," said 1, as composedly us possible. 
" Good morning, Mr. Avery. I shall be obliged 
If you will examine the fruit as speedily as pos¬ 
sible. as I am In a hurry." 
“Oh, oertainly." He looked as if a nipping 
frost had chilled his enthusiasm In the bud, 
and I secretly exulted within myself. 1 
Mr. Hull bought the load of apples, and said t 
If I bad any more at the same price—and of the 1 
same quality, he cautiously added—he would v 
be happy to take them. Willis Avery touched r 
bis hat, and 1 drove away as loftily as Queen I 
Boadioea in her chariot of old. s 
r “ Just$35.countingln tbe melodeon money!" 
- cried Kitty, gleefully. "And now Mr. Avery 
may oome as soon as be likes.” 
She bad scaroely spoken tbe words before 
i there came a knock at tbe door and In walked 
t no less a personage than Mr. Willis Avery him¬ 
self. T received him with the air of an empress. 
“Your money Is ready, Mr. Avery," I said. 
“ 1 was not thinking of the money, Addy,’ 
( said he, almost reproachfully. “Do you think 
one's mlrd always runs on rnouey ?’’ 
“ Mine does a good deal," said I, laughing. 
"But I had no idea you were reduced to 
this. I did not kQow—” 
“Mr. Avery, this Is scarcely business-like,” I 
Interposed. 
"Addy," said he, abruptly, “ I admired your 
spirit and courage to-day. I always liked you 
as a girl, but now-” 
“Well?" for be hesitated. 
“I would do something more, If you would 
let me. I woulu love you !" 
I did nut answer. Jn truth and fact, I cmdd 
not 
“Dear Addy, will you let me sign back the 
old place to your father on our wedding-day?" 
he asked, earnestly. 
And somehow he got bold of my hand, and 
somehow, before I knew It, we were engaged 1 
“This Is all very ridiculous of us,” said I, 
“ particularly as I had resolved never to marry 
since we had that quarrel about my dancing 
with Gerald Ferguson at the Fourth of July 
picnic.” 
“ I'll promise you never to be jealous again," 
said Willis Avery. 
Kitty was Jubilant when she heard It all. 
“Our troubles are at an end," said she, “ and 
all because you would take that load of russet 
apple* to town yourself." 
“That doesn’t follow,” said I, sagely. 
But for all my philosophy 1 did believe a little 
In fate and I've always I Iked russet apples since. 
MOTHER 8HIPT0N’S PROPHECY. 
Evert now and then, for these four hundred 
years and more, some one has brought to light 
the prophecy and memory of Mother Sblpton. 
As event follows event In mechanical progress, 
her doggerel verses fall In so apt that they must 
needs be quoted. One of the predictions there¬ 
of—“ Fire and water shall wonders do"—hue 
come to pass time and again. This Mother 
Bhipton was one that would have taken high 
rank as a rmdtum In our day; In hers, the fif¬ 
teenth century, she was said to have been be¬ 
gotten, like the wizard Merlin, of the phantasm 
of Apollo or some terial demon under that guise, 
and a beautiful orphan Yorkshire girl named 
Agatha. She had tbe weird, lonely girlhood 
that the cbllu of aham« ia apt to hi ve, avoided ♦ 
or persecuted by those who should have been 
het mates; she was christened Ursula by the 
abbot of BuverJy, and grew up so eccentric and 
unnaturally shrewd that by and by till* tradi¬ 
tion, iu those superstitious days, grew about 
her birth. She prophesied as she grew older, 
and even "persons of quality” consulted her. 
She told tbe great Wolsey that he should never 1 
cnmetorYork and, Indeed, when within eight 
miles ofjt, be was arrested by Northumberland 1 
at King Henry's order and brought to Leicester, ' 
where he died. Also she issald to have foretold ! 
the great Are of London, the execution of 1 
Charles J., aud many notable event* besides, of 
the reformation and the reigns of Elizabeth 
aud James. At the age of eeventy-three she 
foretold her death, aud at the hour predicted 
she died Her name Is & popular tradition In ( 
Yorkshire even to-day, ami the tradition found- , 
«d in part upon fact. Her fatuous prophecy , 
was said to have been published In her lifetime 
again two hundred years ago, for we have seen It 
In a book of that time, where It was said to be \ 
copied from an older book. Though most of 
the Items are vague enough, some show u m:irk- , 
ed coincidence with remarkable events, such 
as the invention of steam, railway locomotives , 
and tunnels, the telegraph, lron-olads, and the 
admission of Jews Into Parliament (In 1850.) , 
Without further preface, these are the elegant , 
lines: 
" Carriages without horses shall go, 
And accidents fill the world with woe; 
Around the world thoughts shall fly 
In the twinkling ot an eye. 1 
Water sbull yet more wonders do: 1 
Now strange, but yet they shall be true; < 
Tbe world upside down shall be I 
And gold he round ut the root of a tree ; < 
Through bills man shall ride , 
And horse nor ass be at hi* side; , 
Under water men shall walk, 
BhaU ride, shall sleep, shall talk; 
In the utr shah men he seen 
lu white. In black, iu green : 
Iron ia water shall float 1 
As easy as a wooden boat; < 
Gold shall be found und shown < 
lu a land that's out now known; , 
Fire and water shall wonders do; 
England shall ut last admit a Jew. 
Tne world to au cud shall come 
In eighteen hundred and eighty-one. 
[Springfield Republican. * 
THE HAPPIEST PERIOD. 
It la not necessary to plunge Into metaphys¬ 
ics to ascertain why different opinions have 
been expressed on the above subject, for the 
logic of the diversity of opinions must be ob¬ 
vious to an ordinary mind. The happiest pe¬ 
riod of man's life depends upon bow be lives. 
Different men live differently, hence the diver¬ 
sity of opinions. A great many men point to 
their childhood's days as the happiest time of 
their lives. But this la an acknowledgment that 
they are not living as they should, and a confes¬ 
sion of their stupidity as to the true way God 
designed that man should live. 
The beauty, a* revealed to us in the Innocence 
of childhood, subsists more In the Tact that the 
child Is uuutlnted by not having come In con¬ 
tact with tbe wicked people of the world, than 
by any actual Inherent beauty In Itself. To 
know the child, you must wait nntll he devel¬ 
ops into a man. The innocence of achlld is not 
based upon any fixed principle In tbe child, but 
Is in essence a state of mere undevelopuient or 
Ignorance. 
A child twe or three years of age, for In¬ 
stance, that Isold enough to run about and pick 
up everything It can find may, sometimes, in 
tbe absence of Its mother, get hold of a pair of 
scissors and with them put out the eyes of a 
younger babe in a cradle. This would be an act 
of Innocence In which it would be difficult to 
find any beauty, No, don't point back to your 
childhood days, when your mother carried you 
In her arms and waited on your every wish and 
whim, a« the happiest point in your life; but 
rather let your lives be so lived that you will be 
constrained to say, "Truly, there Is but one 
time In man’s life that Is the happiest—that is 
the autumn, when tbe sun is sinking low be¬ 
neath the Western horizon." 
STEWART’S *10,000 CARPET. 
This carpet, which was manufactured for 
Napoleon III., 1 $ thu* described Its size is 
about forty feet square. The center piece- It* 
most prominent object—occupying nearly one- 
half of the whole area, represents a beautiful, 
oval-shaped picture, set Ip gold fringe, and If 
suitably hung would at a distance be easily 
mistaken for an elegaut painting. The picture 
shows the harbor, castle and surrounding coun¬ 
try of Marseilles, France. In the foreground, 
one Is charmed by the blue water and tbe stately 
ships at anchor ; further back, the harbor and 
ancient castle, rising grandly In its magnificent 
whiteness against the green foliage enveloping 
the base of the mountains which form the back¬ 
ground and lift their boary heads into a blue 
sky flaked with fleecy clouds. Napoleon’s coat- 
of-»rm» surmount* the picture, and a Latin 
motto, wrought In gold ou blue ribbon-llke 
ground, Ilea half unrolled ut the base. Imme¬ 
diately surrounding this lovely picture, lu a bed 
of rich brown, Is a garland of beautiful flowers, 
much larger than natural size, but so brilliant 
aud so delicately and accurately represented 
that It seems as If one might stoop and lift tbe 
petals one from anot her. Outside of this gar¬ 
land, and serving as a border to the carpet, ts a 
•s-reath formed of overlapping oak leaves and 
acorns, also In natural colors, their various 
shados of green and brown blending in exquis¬ 
ite beauty.” 
It is quite Impossible to give an Idea of this 
wonderful fabric, which wa» made with tbe 
needles of poor women who wrought It in sec- 1 
tlons and set together aftor the manner of the 
camel's hair shawls. Its texture Is as delicate 
as a silken robe, and no painter could portray > 
color or detail with greater skill. It actually 1 
cost $10,000 to make it. Mr. Stewart saw it at l 
the Paris Exposition and purchased It as a nov- > 
elty to exhibit to friends. I 
SCHNEIDER’S TOMATOES. 
Schneider la very fond of tomatoes. Schnei¬ 
der has a friend lu the country who raises “ gar¬ 
den sass, and slch." Schneider had an invita¬ 
tion to visit his friend last week, and regale 
himself on his favorite vegetable. His friend 
Pfeiffer beiug busy negotiating with a city pro¬ 
duce dealer on bis arrival, Schneider thought 
he would take a stroll In the garden, and see 
some of his favorites lu their pristine beauty. 
We will let him tell the rest of ills story lu his 
own language: 
“Yell, 1 valka ebust a llddle vhlle roundt, 
vben I sees some of dose Uermartera, vot vas so 
red uud nice as I uefer dlt see any more, und I 
dinks I Till put mlueself outside about a gouple 
a tozen, sbust to geef rue a llddle abberdlte vor 
diuuer. So I bulla off von ov der reddest uud 
pest lookin' of dose dermarters and dakes a 
pooty good plte out ov dot, und vas chewing It 
cup pooty qvlck, vheu—by sblminy !—I dort l 
hat a peese of red-hot goals In mine mout, or 
vas chewing oup dwu ordreebapersof needles; 
und 1 velt so pad, already, dot mine eyes vas 
vool of tears; uud I mate vor an ’olt okeu buok- 
et,' vot I seen bangin' in der veil, as I vasgoom- 
lu' along. 
“Snustden mine yrleud Pfeiffer game oup 
und ask me vot mate uie reel so pad, und If any 
of mine vamily vas dead. I dold him dot 1 vas 
der only von ov der vamily dot vas pooty sick - 
und den I ask him vot kind of dermarters dose 
vas vot I hat shust peen bicking; uud, mine 
craelous! how dot landsman laughft, und said 
dot dose vas red beppere dot be vas rasing for 
bepper-sauce. You pet my life I vas mat. 1 
radder you geef me feef ty tollars as to eat some 
more ov dose bepper-sauce dermarters.— Chas. 
F, Adams. 
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Those who Joy In wealth grow avaricious; 
those who joy In their friends too often lose 
nobility of spirit; those who joy In sensuous- 
i.ess lose dignity of character; those who Joy 
In literature oftimes become pendantlc: but 
those who joy In liberty— i. e„ that all should 
do as they would be done by—possess the hap¬ 
piest of joys. 
jSabkth leading. 
GOOD-NIGHT. 
River that stealest with such silent pace 
Around the City of the Dead, where lies 
A friend who bore thy name, and whom these eyes 
Shall see no more In bis aecnstomed place, 
Linger and fold him in thy sort embrace. 
And ray good iWht. for oow the western skies 
Are red with sunset, Binl gray mist* arise 
Like damps that gather on a dead man's face. 
Good night! good night; as we so Olt have said 
Beneath this roof, at midnight. In the days 
That are no more, and shall no more return. 
Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed ; 
I stay h little longer, as one days 
To cover up tbe embers that still burn. 
[From Longfellow's New Volume. 
HOW TO READ THE BIBLE. 
Mr. Moody says " For a number of years I 
have made a rule not to read any book that 
does not help me to understand the Bible. I 
am a greater slave to that book than any man 
is to strong drink, and I am sure that It does 
me a great deal more good. Every Christian 
ought to bare a good Blble-notso good that 
you are afraid to mark It—and a concordance. 
I think I have got a key to the study of the 
Bible. Take it topically I Take ‘Love,’ for 
instance, and spend a month In searching what 
the Bible says about love, from Genesis to Rev¬ 
elation. Thu* you will learn to love everybody, 
whether they love you or not. In the same 
way take ’ Grace.* ’Faith,* 4 Heaven,’ 'Assur¬ 
ance.’ and soon. When you read your Bible, 
be sure you hunt for something. Read the 
chapter over again, till you understand it. I 
would add, make yourself thoroughly familiar 
with St. Paul’s Epistles. They are the key to 
all the Holy Scripture*. Get a reference Bible, 
and you will And the best commentary In the 
margin. 
“Take up one word in a book, such as the 
believes in St. John, Every chapter but two 
speaks of believing. Look up the nineteen per¬ 
sonal interviews with Christ. Take the conver¬ 
sions of the Bible; the seven ‘blessed*’ and 
! uvercomea ’ of Revelation. See wbnt I. John 
Hi say* about 4 assurance,’ and tbe six things 
worth knowing. Take up the Uv e - precious’ 
things of Peter, the ‘verilys* of John, the 
seven ’walks’ of Ephesians, tbe four 'much 
mores' of Romans !v„ tbe two ‘receiveds’ of 
John i„ the seven 4 hearts ’ in Prov. xxlii., and 
especially an eighth, the ‘lookings,’ the 'look¬ 
ings back,’ the ‘ beholds’ of the Bible.” 
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PATIENCE. 
There is no kind of vocation, no degree 
neither spiritual nor temporal, no estate and 
condition of life, which can lack this excellent 
virtue, Christian patience. For, as It is some 
time day, some time night, other whiles cold 
and frosty winter, other whiles pleasant and 
usty summer, and other whiles springtide, so 
the life of man and woman Is mingled of sweet 
ar.d sour things. It hath commodities and 
Pleasures, and It hath griefs and displeasures. 
There be things that delight aud refresh us, 
and there be as many things which molest, 
sting and vex us. For who is there living, 
either temporal or spiritual, which can truly 
report that he bath had continual health and 
prosperity, without any st.ra of adversity? 
M herefnre patience la necessary unto all sorts 
of men. 
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SILENCING SKEPTICISM. 
It is said of Robert Hall, that when some 
amateur skeptic asked him about the future of 
man, he roughly answered, 41 1 don't know 
whether you have a soul, l ut 1 know 1 hove ” 
This was answering a fool according to his 
folly, aud no doubt tended to make him less 
wise In hi* own conceit. But wherewith shall 
we best reprove and silence the skeptlo of this 
generation? There Is one argument which 
speaks In ali languages. Is known and read by 
all men, and Is quite unanswerable—a godly 
life. So to live, that he that is of tbe contrary 
part may be ashamed, having no evil thing to 
say of us. 
--- 
WHO MADE IT] 
Sir Isaac Newton, a very wise and godly 
man, was once examining a new and very fine 
globe, when a gentleman came into hi* study 
who dtd not believe in a God, but declared tbe 
world we live lu came by chance. He was much 
pleased with the handsome globe, and asked 
“Who made it?" 
“Nobody," answered Sir Isauc; it happened 
Lere.” 
The gentleman looked up in amazement at 
the answer, but he soon understood what It 
meant. 
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With God as our God we are safe and happy 
everywhere. A gentleman crossing a dreary 
moor came upon a cottage, and entered Into 
conversation with Its Inmate, who was stand¬ 
ing at bjs garden gate. When about to leave, 
he said :- 44 Are you not afraid to live In this 
lonely place v* “Ob, no 1” said he, for Faith 
closes the door every night, and Mercy opens 
It In the morning.” 
