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ENQUIRER-SON: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 16,1890.
around two states
HAPPENINGS IN GEORGIA AND
ALABAMA.
the record of work on bright,ex-
CHANGES PRESENTED IN PARA
GRAPHED FORM.
A movement is on foot in Americus to
have all the stores closed on Thanksgiving
Day.
The Cedartown Manufacturing and Fur
niture Company has just been organized,
with a capacity of five hundred chairs a
day.
The Cedartown Land and Improvement
Company has made a purchase of a tract
of land on the confines of that town for
$23,000, and propose to lay it off into
building lots.
The citizens of Reynolds are making a
strong effort to build a new Methodist
church, and propose to have a fair for this
purpose in December.
Elberton has three clerks in the present
Georgia Legislature, Ira C. Van Duzen
and J. L. Harper in the Senate and Geo.
C. Grogan in the House.
W. T. Brewer, of Waycross, had a nar
row escape from being killed by an over
dose of morphine, which he took to put
him to sleep a night or two ago.
The farmers of Troup county complain
of the scarcity of farm laborers, and yet
LaGrange is constantly thronged with idle,
loafing negroes.
Some burglars attempted to rob the resi-
dence of Mrs. L. S. Alfriends in Albany.
They succeeded in terrorizing the lady oc
cupants, but failed to get into the house.
Work will soon be commenced on the
new depot of the Central railroad at Al
bany. The new freight warehouse for the
Central at that point is being rapidly
pushed forward.
It, is reported in Albany that the recent
accident on the Central railroad near
Smithville was caused by some malicious
person tampering with the switch. Every
effort should lie made by the railroad au
thorities to apprehend the scoundrel.
Bob Irvin, a negro barber, is locked up
at Toccoa, accused of having committed
an assault upon a young white girl about
fifteen years of age. The negro lived near
the girl’s house, and it seems he succeeded
in getting her to drink some whisky,
which rendered her unconscious, and then
the dastardly deed was committed. The
girl’s name is Gossett.
A negro named Gip Bradley has been
committed to jail at Elberton, charged
with assault with intent to commit rape on
a daughter of Henry Williams, colored.
The father of the girl heard her scream,
ran to her assistance, and, with the aid of
some other negroes, captured the villain,
bound him and had him committed to jail.
T. W. Troy feels much encouraged by
his success in raising capital for the car
works at Macon. He says all he wants
now is for the workingmen of the city to
I ake hold and help raise the remaining
$100,000 wanted to complete the stock
This has all been pledged and only remains
to be collected.
The store of S. J. Dunn & Co., at Ring-
gold, was burned to the ground Monday,
and it was the quickest burning on record.
The loss incurred by the fire is estimated
at $7,500, with $2,500 insurance, making
the loss $5,000. The fire was the work of
an incendiary, but Capt. W. J. Whitsett,
the manager, gays that he is confident it
was not the work of any man in Catoosa
county. The firm will at once rebuild,
and their new store will be larger than the
one that was burned. The debris is to be
removed at once.
On Monday night, November 3, Bob
Kennedy, of Bronwood, went up into a
room in which the band was practicing
and drew a gun on D. J. Denton and
threatened to kill him. A warrant was
sworn out for the arrest of Kennedy and
sent to Dawson to the sheriff to be exe
cuted. J. W. Roberts, Jr., was deputized
to serve the warrant. He went to Bron
wood and made the arrest on Wednesday,
and while returning, to Dawson with his
prisoner that night he was held up by four
men, who were in disguise, and forced to
give up his man. The four men and
Kennedy then disappeared in the woods.
Mr. Roberts says one of the men held his
horse while the others covered him with
pistols.
While the Clarke Rifles, of Athens, were
returning from Gainesville on Wednesday
night, some ten or twelve drunken men
entered the car which they occupied, and
which was specially chartered. They be
gan to make themselves exceedingly bois
terous and it finally became necessary for
Captain Yancey to clear the car. He
seized his sword, and ordering his com
pany to remain in their seats, drove the
ruffians out. They fired several shots at
him but fortunately without effect. The
entire party should be arrested and put on
the rock pile.
The LaGrange Reporter says: The
prospects of good crops seem to be
brighter. The long spell of pretty weather
seems to have turned the gloom of the
farmers into sunshine. During the week
we have talked with a good many and they
inform us that they are making from five
to ten bales of cotton more than they ex
pected. It always makes us feel better to
know’ that the farmers are cheerful and
hopeful. On them the town is depend
ent. Without them we could not
move, in a financial way, and we recog
nize the fact fully. When the farmers
prosper, town folks prosper. When crops
are poor, money is always scarce. None
can fail to recognize this. To the tillers
of the soil the towns owe their prosperity
and by them they ought to stand, when
ever and wherever they can consciencious-
ly do so.
IN ALABAMA.
Jefferson county is to have six Repre
sentatives in the next General Assembly
by the new apportionment.
A societv for the advancement of science
in the State of Alabama is going to be
formed at the University at Tuskaloosa.
A letter received by a Sheffield party
from Valeena, Ind., states that there are
a number of families in that Section who
are looking to Sheffield as a place to build
a home.
James Jones, colored, obtained a ver
dict of $742 against the Standard Accident
and Life Insurance Company, in the City-
Court of Montgomery, on Friday, It was
on account of the death of Elbert Hutch
ens. colored.
Union Springs Herald: The old saying
a genius, like a poet, "is born not made,
is exemplified in the record of Mr. Albion
Hixon. of this city. His rare achievement
in the line of painting show that Dame
nature has done great things for him.
Eutaw Mirror: A shrewd business man
suggested to us the other day that the best
thing the Alliance could do for the farmers
now was to get a law passed like the New
York law, forfeiting both principal and in
terests where money is loaned at more
than legal rates. He says that will give
us cheap money and high lands.
There is one household in Marion which
has three persons the aggregate of whose
ages is 238 years, one of the family being
83, another 78, and the other 77 years of
age, and each is in the enjoyment of re
markable health for one of their age.
There is an old negro woman in Marion,
Amy Banks by name, who claims to be
106 years of age. She was at one time
the slave of the father of Colonel Rufus
Ried, who is well known here. We sus
pect Marion and Perry county can show
as many octogenarians as any section in
the State.
Fort Payne is rejoicing over another big
discovery of soft red ore. The out-crop is
on the lands of the Fort Payne Invest
ment Company, but ^the big ore bed is on
the property of the Fort Payne Coal and
Iron Company. The lower vein is fpur
feet in thickness, while the two upper
veins average from fifteen to twenty-two
inches in depth.
Troy Messenger has the following: Dr.
S. W. Foster of Decatur, formerly of this
city, and Miss Sophie Lee Jackson, of
Montgomery, were married on Tuesday in
the latter city, at the residence of Dr. and
Mrs. W. C. Jackson. Dr. Foster’s many
friends in Pike extend him the warmest
congratulations, and wish him and his
bonnie bride many years of happiness.
A gentleman who was in Montgomery
Wednesday night informs the Eufaula
Tunes there were about 200 young ladies
with their escorts who walked the side
walks and sat about where they could find
seats all night long, as there were no ac
commodations to be had at any price, so
great was the crowd in the city.
THE TRADE OF THE COUNTY.
WEEKLY REPORT OF DUN—THE OUTLOOK
ENCOURAGING.
New York, November 15.—Those who
have long expected a severe reaction in
the stock market have now seen the aver
age of prices thrown back to a lower point
than has been touched at any other time
for more than four years. The check now
sustained may not improbably produce
some shrinkage in transactions and dimi
nution of profits, but industrial
and commercial conditions have
been so favorable that speculative
disturbances are less likely to effect gen
eral business seriously. Reports from
other cities show that at most points the
events in Wall street have had little or no
effect as yet. At Philadelphia money is
tight, and little com’mercial paper is
offered or selling. Wool manufacturers
are buying more liberally, with a slight
advance in some grades. Leather is strong
and the shoe trade larger than last year,
though less brisk than of late. Building
is larger than in any previous year, and
operators in real estate are sanguine. At
Chicago money is active at 7 per cent.
No other western points shows disturb
ance in trade, though money is generally
close. Southern cities make much the
same report.
Baltimore reports all business healthy,
mills running and trade brisk, with satis
factory collections. New Orleans finds
money active, cotton receipts below last
year, but sugar and rice liberal, with good
demand for all. Atlanta reports easy
money and good trade, and Savannah re
ports money tight but trade active. At
Jacksonville, earlier northern travel than
usual causes activity.
These accounts show a remarkable en
couraging condition of business, but more
than usual scarcity of money, in spite of
good collections.
The demand for manufactured iron pro
ducts is not distinctly smaller, and in rail
way supplies the decrease is foreshadowed
by financial troubles. Rails are nominally
$20, but the state of the stock market is
not encouraging.
The boot and shoe trade is somewhat
chilled by the prospect of reaction in
leather,but the price ran from 7-J to 10c per
pair higher than last year.
In dry goods there is observed some hes
itancy by the buyers, but the mills are well
sold up. Woolens realize slightly better
prices in some cases, and dress goods are
firm.
Breadstuffs are lower, exports in Octo
ber showing a heavy decrease.
Pork products are steady, coffee and
cotton unchanged, and oil is 5i lower. In
general, speculation in products is less
active than usual, while exports of pro
ducts were enormous in October, they
have fallen 12 per cent below last years’
for November thus fir at New York, but
larger excess over imports failed to affect
the money market since the movement of
securities this way is large. It is not to
be forgotten that the demand for money
is largely due to the unprecedented volume
of business thus far.
The failures of the week number 224, as
compared with 235 for the corresponding
week of iast year.
GOD’S MUSIC.
BIRMINGHAM.
NEWSY NOTES FROM THE GROWING MAGIC
CITY.
Birmingham, November 15.—[Special.]
—The commission appointed by Congress
to select sites for gun factories, and who
reached here yesterday, spent today in and
around the city. They were in the hands
of the Chamber of Commerce committee,
and were shown around to all the mines
and industries in the district. From what
can be learned, they are favorably im
pressed with Birmingham. Dele
gations from Gadsden and Anis-
ton came here and urged them to
visit those places, but the army officers
replied that they only had orders to visit
Birmingham. They left for Washington
tonight.
The North Alabama Methodist Episco
pal Conference meets in annual session
here next Wednesday. Bishop Granbery,
of Virginia, will preside, and the confer
ence will be in session a week. It will be
attended by nearly 300 ministers and lay
man. The sessions will be held in the First
Methodist church.
A large and enthusiastic meeting was
held at the court house last night to pro
test against dividing Jefferson county for
the proposed new county of Bessemer. F.
S. White was chairman, and J. D. Moore
secretary. A committee of seven was ap
pointed to take the matter in hand and
urge the Legislature not to divide the
county.
The Jefferson county Teachers Associa
tion, which has been in session at Argo
three days, adjourned today, after electing
officers. '
A MILLION DOLLAR FAILURE.
Boston, November 15.—The Kqnsas
City Packing and Refrigerating Comptny,
of Boston, assigned to George E. Parker.
The liabilities are upward of $1,000,000.
Efaice ever the world was fashioned.
Water and air and sod.
A music of divers meaning
Has flowed from the hand of God.
In valley and gorge and upland,
On stormy mountain height,
He makes him a harp of the forest,
He sweeps the chords with might.
He puts forth his hand to the ocean.
He speaks and the waters flow;
Now in a chorus of thunder,
Now in a cadence low.
He touches the waving flower bells.
He plays on the woodland streams,
A tender song like a mother
Sings to her child in dreams.
But the music divinest and dearest.
Since ever the years began,
Is the manifold passionate music
He draws from the heart of man.
—F. E. Weatherly in Temple Bar.
FOR ISOBEL
Not long since, it was while yet the
public excitement ran high in connection
with discoveries made when the old Ban-
deret house, on Bourbon street, New Or
leans, was tom down, I was told the
story of Augustin Verot.
It was in the year 1839 that this young
man, rich, gifted and handsome, came
to New Orleans to spend a winter with
Charles Marot Bauderet, whose acquaint
ance he had formed in Paris. The two
men were of the same age, and their
tastes were similar. Verot had been
captivated by- Bauderet’s wit, learning
and subtile personal charm. In turn,
Bauderet’s imagination was touched into
singular activity and his sympathies
borne away by Verot's magnetic genius.
It is rare indeed that two young men,
poets both, find such an overmastering
mutual interest flowing between them.
Their friendship became at once a pas
sion.
When Bauderet left Paris after a
year's sojourn there he exacted a prom
ise from his new friend that he should
come to New Orleans and spend some
months with him. Thus it came about
that early iu the autumn of 1839 Verot
arrived, after a pleasant voyage, and
took np his abode in the Bauderet man
sion on Bourbon street.
Charles Marot Bauderet, as some of
my readers will remember, was a bach
elor orphan, occupying the large, silent
old house all alone, save that he was
surrounded with many faithful slaves.
The house was a low, far spreading,
gloomy brick structure, whose immense
ly thick walls and small windows gave
it a jail like appearance. Vines clam
bered over it from base to roof, and it
was embowered in dusky trees. Sur
rounding it was a high brick wall topped
with a picketing of iron. The gates
were massive, and closed with hnge
spring locks that could be opened only
from within. They were attended by
statuesque keepers as black as night.
* Bauderet was descended from a fam
ily of buccaneers. His wealth was the
result of ancestral piracy, murder and
rapine. In the young man’s blood burned
the taint of unbridled passion, and in
liis brain a lawless imagination held
high carousal. His poems were, like
those of Poe, Baudelaire and Villon,
suffused with something that suggested
madness, but the young man showed no
sign of an unsound mind. On the con
trary, he was brilliantly, fascinatingly
sane and logical in his conversation. He
went little into society and entertained
scarcely at all, in the general meaning
ofi the word. A few friends, rarely
more than ouo at a time, were admitted
through bis protentous looking gates
and into his luxurious twilight parlors
and dnsk dim library. He was a con
noisseur of wines, cigars and old books;
he smoked almost incessantly, rarely
drank to excess, read mediaeval poetry
and in his conversation was much given
to advancing preposterously romantic-
theories touching almost all the relations
of life.
When Verot arrived Bauderet met him
at the wharf-with every outward show
of irrepressible delight; but the young
Parisian at once felt that some great
change had taken place in his friend.
At first he was inclined to fear that
Bauderet was not sincere in his expres
sions of affectionate joy over his arrival;
but soon enough the mystery was ade
quately explained. Bauderet was in
love. His whole nature was absorbed
in the new passion.
Mile. Des Champs was the daughter of
a retired planter, whose home was but a
few steps from Bauderet’s gate. Recently
the poet had met her. To meet her was
to love her, and now he could find room
for no other thought. Isobel Des
Champs was the subject of his most
eloquent conversation, his strangely me
lodious poetry, his curiously brilliant
sketches in water colors.
Verot found Bauderet’s house a very
palace of enchantment; so vague and yet
so effective were the impressions made
by its rich tapestry, its massive mahoga
ny furniture, its dim vistas of books and
pictures and its solemn silence. The
young patrician Frenchman had been
accustomed to old houses, but here, in
this city of the New World, Vis creole
friend had given him the freedom of one
that seemed filled with an antiquity far
greater than the Roman buildings of
France could boast of—even the most
ruined in old Provence.
Bauderet was anxious to have Verot
see Isobel Dos Champs, and, of course,
the young visitor, especially after Baude
ret’s eloquent description, felt quite will
ing to meet the beautiful girl. Nor was
he in the least disappointed when he saw
her; indeed, her loveliness so far sur
passed expectation, so dwarfed all former
visione of maidenly attractiveness, that
Verot was struck to the heart by her first
glance.
If Isoliei captivated Verot it was not a
loss of love at first sight, for the hand
some Parisian did not fail to impress her
imagination in turn. From the moment
of their first meeting they were ardent
lovers, as everybody could plainly see,
save only Baarleret. So lost in the in
fatuation of absolute devotion was he
that he could see nothing but Isobel’s
ffaas-ling beauty, could hear nothing but
the rich, low music of her creole voice.
Soon enough Verot was in the seventh
heaven of a successful courtship—not
courtship, but love telling and love lis
tening—while poor Bauderet went right
on in blissful enjoyment of his imagi
nary lordship of Isobel’s heart.
The antumn sped; the winter went
like a dream, and out flashed the orange
blooms, out poured the mocking bird
songs, heavily drooped the roses by the
walls. The breezes from the gulf were
sweet and fragrant; the sky was like a
great pale violet tent shutting in the
world with a wavering mist dream of
spring.
The time was approaching for Verot
to depart for France, when one morn
ing he informed Bauderet that he and
Isobel were to be married, and would
set sail within a fortnight to make Paris
their home.
At first Bauderet was stupefied by the
announcement. He gazed almost va
cantly into his friend’s eyes, while his
face grew deadly white. Not a feature
moved, however, nor did the quiet smile
quite go from his firm, thin lips. It was
an admirable exhibition of that self con
trol which in those days was so much
cultivated by gentlemen who were in
the habit of settling all matters of per
sonal disagreement at the point of sword
or muzzle of pistoL
Of course Verot had counted the cost,
and fully expected a duel, but he was
pleasantly surprised to find that Bau
deret would not demand a meeting.
Furthermore, instead of appealing to
the code the host who had been so
cruelly robbed took the turn of affairs
with a philosophic resignation truly ad
mirable. After the first great struggle
against the terrible disappointment
which the disaster to his hopes had
brought he drew close to his friend and
wished him great joy.
Verot was both touched and awed by
the strange change that came over Ban
deret’s face and manner. It was a slow,
mysterious transformation of the man.
His face took on an inscrutable mask of
quiet, almost serene, resignation, behind
which something suggested immeasur
able depths of poignant suffering. In
his eyes at times burned a light which
startled Verot and halted his dreams
at night.
Love predominates everything, how
ever, and the passionate young Parisian
was so bewildered and blinded in the
rose mist of happiness that the deepest
significance of Bauderet s conduct was
entirely lost to him. He was aware of
nothing much besides his impending
nuptials, the tender glory of the semi-
tropical spring time and the wild flut-
ings of the lusty mocking birds.
About this time, as is now known,
Bauderet went frequently to see an old
negress, a voudoo charm weaver, and
procured from her a phial of hideous
poison—a black liquid, thick, rank,
frenzy bearing—made from the heads of
snakes, the tails of scorpions and the
roots of various deadly weeds all steeped
together for many days. Among the
African voudoo workers this liquid was
known by an appellation which meant
“brain burner.” It was said to induce
madness of the most hopeless kind. Its
concoction was attended with the most
solemnly hoipible of rites and incanta
tions.
It was the night before Isobel and
Verot’s wedding day. Bauderet appeared
to be in better spirits than usual; he had
some rare old wine brought into the
library, and he and Verot sat np till late
drinking and smoking, while they per
mitted themselves perfect freedom in
conversation.
Although, as I have said, their tastes
were similar, no two men could have
been less alike in personal appearance
than were Verot and Bauderet. The
Parisian was tall, athletic, fair, with
blue eyes and yellow, curling hair, while
the creole was dark, slight, black eyed,
mysterious looking, possessing the singu
lar magnetism of a face at once hand
some and inscrutable. Bauderet’s slight
ness was not physical frailty, however,
for he was a noted swordsman, pos
sessed of extraordinary nervous energy.
It was late in the night and the lamps
were burning low, the flames flickering
faintly and faltering in their brazen
sockets among the pendant crystal brill
iants, when Bauderet arose and said:
“Well, my dear old fellow, it is grow
ing late, and you must not be drowsy on
your wedding mom. One more cigar—
just one—the best that Cuba ever gave
to the lips of man, and then to your
dreams.”
He fetched from a little hanging cabi
net a small ivory box curiously carved
and mounted in gold, out of which he
took two large oscuros separately
wrapped in silver foil. One of these he
handed to Verot, at the same time light
ing the other.
“The last two of a priceless lot sent
me two years ago by a friend at Ha
vana,” he said.
Verot daintily brushed the almost
black cigar across his nose to inhale ite
fragrance, and instantly recoiled, for
there came from it a strange, insinn-
ating and unbearable stench.
“That is nothing,” laughed Bauderet,
with a hollow, brutal ring iu his voice
that startled Verot. When you light it
the smell disappears, and the smoke is
exquisitely fine. See!” and he puffed a
light cloud toward liis friend’s nostrils.
“Isn’t that incomparable bouquet?.’
Verot put the cigar between his teeth
and tried to light it, but the thrill of
atrocious evil that flashed through his
nerves caused him to let it fall.
“It’s horrible!” he exclaimed. “I can’t
bear it!”
“Oh, what womanish qualms!” re
marked Bauderet, almost testily, picking
up the fallen oscuro and handing it to
his guest. “Smoke it; this may be our
last night together, and—and”
Something in Bauderet’s voice ap
pealed to Verot’s sympathy, while at the
same time it made his heart almost
sink. A man lying in his coffin, ready
to be buried alive, might have had such
a strain in his voice. His face was
white,with that ghastliness which comes
in extreme moments to a dark counte
nance, and his eyes, strangely dilated,
burned with a dusky, deep set brill
iance.
“You know how I feel, Verot—yon
know how I feel.”
Again the Parisian essayed to light
the cigar; but the thing was not possi-
ole. He flung it aside after inhaling one
intolerable draught of its smoke.
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Bauderet. “Yon
have less courage than I supposed; hut
then you Parisians, as I’ve often told
you, are a degenerate set.”
Verot had risen, and now stood tower
ing above his host, his magnificent frame
expanding and a determined look in his
fine, fair face.
“That cigar was poisoned!” he ex
claimed, with dramatic energy of ex
pression.
“Oh, surely not!” said Bauderet, with
immediate concern, stooping and pick
ing it np. He put it to his nose.
•‘Why, that is strange!” he cried.
“What can it mean?”
The two men looked steadily, search-
ingly into each other’s eyes, and slowly
but clearly read the whole situation.
One was aware that his deadly purpose
had been discovered, the other knew
that death was lurking for him in every
corner of that gloomy old house. Verot
was the first to speak.
“How shall we settle thisif he de
manded, in a hard, dry tone.
Bauderet laughed sardonically and
puffed lazily at his cigar, meantime
shrugging his shoulders as if the matter
were of light consequence to him.
“I think the best way to settle it is to
go to bed and sleep it off,” he remarked,
with a half yawn.
“Scoundrel, villain, murderer!” ex
claimed Verot, permitting for the mo
ment his indignation to master him,
“you shall answer to me now!”
“Oh, certainly, if you wish,” said
Bauderet calmly. “My sword room is
but a step from here. Follow me if
you’re not afraid.”
Verot followed, but not without a
strange sense of insecurity. It was as
if some treachery were about to be
sprung upon him at every step while
they passed through two or three dim
rooms and along a low, narrow passage
between damp brick walls, then into a
bare, windowless little room.
“See here,” said Bauderet, stopping
close to one of the dismal walls, “this
doesn’t look like a door, does it?”
He fumbled a moment about a certain
spot, pressed a hidden spring and pushed
open a low shutter, disclosing another
cell like apartment, dank, grimy and ill
smelling. Into this Verot followed him.
They halted and faced each other, a
little lamp carried by Bauderet lighting
ap their drawn and ghastly faces.
“We can settle our little trouble here
without the slightest fear of being inter
rupted. This is where, as I have heard,
one of my reckless kinsmen, who former
ly owned the house, used to confine
stolen slaves what time he was awaiting
a chance to run them' off. Nobody liv
ing save myself knows that this room
exists.”
He smiled cynically, and lifting the
lamp gazed around at the slime on the
reeking bricks. Then he made a little
petulant motion and said:
“The swords—the rapiers—I have for
gotten them. Hold this lamp a moment,
please!” »
Vertit mechanically accepted the prof
fered light; but as he did so something
in Banderet’s look, or in his movement,
put him on his £uard, or rather startled
him a little.
“You’ll not be afraid to stand here a
moment while I go fetch 1 the swords,
will you?’
He placed peculiar accent on the word
“afraid,” and Verot felt his blood tingle
in response to the insinuation.
“You shall soon have your test of skill
as well as of courage,” he responded;
“but if you are going back after weapons
von’d better take the lamp. I can wait
without it.”
“This n not a pleasant waiting room,”
sneered Bauderet, again letting his eyes
slowly sweep the loathsome little cell.
He was still smoking the smoldering
black cigar, and the pale rings of fra
grance slowly strayed in the chill, damp
air.
“Don’t stand there like that,” said
Verot savagely, “or I’ll stamp you into
the floor.”
“A coward would do that,” retorted
Bauderet, taking two or three light back
ward steps and pausing in the little door
way. “I have some doubts of your
honor, or ought to have.”
“Fetch the rapiers, sir,” was all that
Verbt said. His terrible anger was mas
tering him.
Bauderet retreated one more step,
then with a fiendish leer laid his hand
on the heavy shntier.
“Yon command, but I shall take my
own time to obey,” he remarked in a
tone of constrained excitement. “How
should yon like to wait in this little bou
doir until your bride comes to von?"
Lake a flash the meaning and the pur
pose of Banderet’s words and movements
leaped through Verot’s mind. Already
the door was slowly swinging shut.
So frightful was the thought, with its
infinite suggestions of horror, that the
tall Parisian stood for a single moment
paralyzed.
“Good night forever, Augustin Verot.
May your dreams be sweet,” said Bau
deret.
Slowly, steadily, the door, which was
in reality a hinged section of the massive
wall, swung round.
Verot let fall the lamp, which, clang
ing brazenly on the brick floor, remained
sputtering and burning there with a
strange, fantastic light. Something like
a death chill shivered through the air.
One long bound the Parisian made, ut
tering a low, harsh cry of rago and ter
ror as he was caught between the clos
ing door and the jaw of the doorway.
There was a struggle like the fighting
of wild beasts, the men growling and
panting in the extremity of their brutal
straining and tearing.
Presently a body was heaved and
flung. It fell in the center of the cell,
and lay ghastly and motionless beside
the fast dying lamp flame. Then the
ponderous door went to with a dull
thump and a sharp dick of the hidden
spring.
One of the rivals stood on the outside
of the cell panting and quivering, the
white froth dotted on his lips; the other
lay Bmp and lifeless within.
* * • * * * *
The mystery, which for nesriy fifty
yens had hung over the old Bauderet
homestead, was cleared up when the
house was tom down. The laborer*
came in the course of their work to a
low, narrow, hidden room, damp ana
repulsive, in the middle of which lay *
skeleton dothed in rotten garments.
This was the body of Charles Marot
Bauderet, whose sudden disappearance
about the time of the marriage of Isobel
Des Champs to Augustin Verot had given
rise to so many wild stories. In fact, so
absolute had been the mystery that not
the faintest clew to the missing man had
ever been found until this revelation by
the workmen divulged everything.
Immediately after the discovery of
Banderet’s skeleton inquiry was begun
as to the whereabouts of Verot, who w»
traced and found, an old man, widowed
and childless, penniless and friendless,
on the island of Corsica. He told his-
story as I have told it to yon, and, as if
the relief from the long strain of his
hideous secret had relaxed his whole be
ing, he fell at once into a state of col
lapse, from which nothing could rally
him. He died in his seventy-fourth
year, muttering with almost his last
breath:
“Isobel, Isobel, it was all for yon! 1
gave him the grave he meant to give
me. It was a close and silent tomb, but
at last—at last—it—has—given—ah!—
given np—its—secret!”—Maurice Thomp
son in New York Ledger.
The Man with a Load Volte.
As a safe rule the man who howls at
his dog in the field may be put down as
a poor sportsman, and the dog that is
howled at as a poor dog. For the
matter of that, the dog which finds game
for a noisy master usually does about
what his dog sense tells him to. The
very fact of the man’s noisy demonstra.-
tions implies that he cannot make hi*
dog obey. With dogs as with horses,
the master who handles them best is
not he whose voice can be heard in the
next county. The quiet control of horse
or dog is the only true mastery.
There is nothing to be said for noise
in the field. Properly trained, a dog
will obey as readily and as intelligently
and as effectively a motion of hand, or
gun, or bead, as the bawling and roar
ing of a Boanerges. It is true that the
dog exhorter may thereby secure a
needed and beneficial degree of lung ex
ercise; bet he is not at all likely to se
cure so large a count of game. Of all
sounds that startle the birds that of the
human voice* is most certain to alarm
them. Every expert gunner knows this
and keeps still. The shouter is a tyrop
or if he shouts year after year he is cer
tainly a poor sportsman, and when in
company with others who do not share
his noisy proclivities, he is voted a gen
eral nuisance. Many a grouse has been
lost for no other reason than because it
was startled and flushed by ill timed
speech.—Forest and Stream.
The Temple of Inca§.
A correspondent writes from Pern to
The Germania that the remains of a
temple, dating back from the period of
the Incas, have been discovered while
clearing the ground for a small place on
one of the affluents of the upper Mara-
non, in the great plain which lies at thn
foot of the eastern Cordilleras. Them
was an inclosing wall of great extent,
fully eighty inches thick, the inclosnm
within lieing divided by other walls into
halls and smaller chambers. The plan
and the painted inscriptions resemble
what has been found in other places as
certained to be ancient Peruvian tem
ples.
Hence it is inferred that this also was
a similar temple. Several buildings of
this land have been found scattered over
Pern. The Spaniards demolished them
and floods bearing quantities of sand
from the Cordilleras covered over the
remains, to be succeeded later by a
growth of shrubs, and even trees, quite
hiding from view' the masonry under
neath. The Peruvian government has
been moved by this recent discovery, and
some regular excavations will be under
taken on sites where temples and even
towns are known to have existed prior
to the conquest .
New York People Eat Lots of Meat.
Besides the great influx of western
meat there arrived in New York, at the
great stock yards in Jersey City and the
New York Central yards in 1889, 380,-
000 cattle, 300,000 calves, 2,000,000 sheep
and lambs, and 1,750,000 hogs, making
270,000,000 pounds of beef. 36,000,008
pounds of veal ; 80,000,000 pounds of mut
ton and lamb, and 262,500,000 pounds
of pork. Counted with the western meats
this makes, for the amount of bntchen?
meat eaten by the 3,000,000 people in the
metropolitan district—New York, Brook
lyn, Jersey City, Hoboken, Yankexxandso
an—somewhere about470,000,000pounds;
235.000 tom of beef; 78,000,000 pounds or
88.000 tons of veal; 85,000,000 pounds or
42.500 tons of mutton and lamb, and
276.500 pounds or 8,250 tons of pork
last year. This makes a grand total of
453,750 tons of meat—907,500,000 pounds
—consumed by New York and vicinity
in one year. That means about one
pound a day for each man, woman and
child—twice as much as is eaten in
London.—New York News.
A Good Place for a Fight.
“Dog fights were very popular in that
town. One particularly lively party of
sports had great luck in evading the po
lice. They hunted high and low for
them, but never found them. They don’t
know to this day where the fights were
held.”
“I snpnose yon know. Where were
they held—if there’s no harm in. tell
ing-” /
“Well, they were hr in the cellar of
the barn of the chief police.”—Lewis
ton Journal.
Why He Fl«u on Saturday.
Bj enkq—Whither?
Bjones—As far from this town a* 3
can get. Back Monday.
Bjenks—Wherefore?
Bjones—Because I see that our Sunday
paper is to contain four hundred, and
fifty columns and eight supplements.—;
Pittsburg Bulletin. 1