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THE ELLIJAY COURIER:
(From the Chicago Leader.)
WILD NAS;
OR—*-
Tie OEM’s Secret!
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A GREAT CHICAGO STORY.
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JBT WELDOX J. COBB ,
Aotkor of “At Her Mercy,” “The Lovs
Her Lift," “The Manacled Hand,” “The
tslsgraph Detective,” “The Stolen
Bridegroom,” Etc., Eto.
CHAPTER V.
AT THB OLD WORKS.
Elmer Warren, his emotion divided be
tween a fierce, passionate joy at claßping
eyon the unwilling form of Edith Leslie in
his arms and the triumph of his iniquitous
scheme to blight her fair young life in its
radiant trust in her husband, boro the in
animate girl to the carriage silently and
guickly.
The white lips moaned no longer; the
tortured glance was mercifully obscured,
and a blankness had settled down over the
mind of the victim of tho events of that
fated night of years. The actors had come
and gone, the curtain was drawn* and the
dark curtain of night, shutting out the star
gloam afar, was no more somber than the
blackness of despair and horror which had
driven sensibility from tho brain of tha
distracted Edith.
Even Leslie was touched at the denoue
ment of tho dramatic scene in the garden.
“Give her to me,” he said, half angrily,
as they reached the carriage.
Warren, the passion of admiration senti
ent in his evil face, reluctantly abandoned
her to Leslie, w ho tenderly placed her with
in th 9 vehicle, resting her head on the
cushions.
“Poor child,” he murmured, forgetfully.
A sneer from Warren caused him to flush
hotly.
"Leave maudlin sentiment to tho rich,
friend Reuben,” he said. “We can’t afford
it”
“Drive homo.” ordered Leslie, to the
driver of the carriage.
Warren's hand touched his own.
“ Countermand the order, ” he said, quietly.
Leslie stared at him strangely.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“What I say. Order the driver to take us
back to the old works.”
“But ”
“Do as I say, and when we have started I
will explain to yon. ”
Ltteiic gave thy required order. , Once in
the carriage his eyes wandered regretfully
to the crashed, silent figure on the seat op
posite; but his glance was soon transferred
to the darkly gleaming eyes of his com
panion, as the latter enlisted his attention
by recurring to tho subject of their plots.
“We have done a good night’s work,
Reuben Leslie,” he said, briskly, striking
him familiarly upon tho shoulder.
“Yes.”
The hoarse, choked voice trembled aB
Leslie shuddered. Tho excitement of rage
passed, the reaction of dull remorse was suf
ficiently sensitive to awaken his mind from
the sullen apathy of unheeded guilt.
“What, weakening?” bantered Warren.
“Who intends to weaken?” came gruffly,
harshly, from Leslie’s lips.
“Then don’t. You’re in the current,
friend Reuben, and you can’t get ashore or
turn back. Ahead is the golden island.
You’re a fool if you allow your mind to be
bothered about anything but the wealth
waiting you. ”
“If I was only sure ”
“Sure!” and Warren laughed derisively.
“See here, Reuben, when I enter into a
scheme for love or gain, I put aside all
scruples. The case is plain. A secret, a
troublesome messenger, a sentimental wife,
and a married heiress. Tho secret is safe,
for you and I control it. The messenger
has disappeared, and all search will prob
ably end at Philadelphia. As to your wife,
Edith must be kept from her or she will
blab all. Therefore the old works and a
mild imprisonment for the girl until I
marry her.”
He ran over tho points in the scheme as
glibly and briskly as if bent on enu
merating the members of a pleasure party.
Leslie listened, but his silence evinced the
gloom which had settled down over his
mind—a mind engrossed in wondering if in
lending his co-operation to the plans of his
accomplice he was not giving him all the
power and porhaps all the profit.
“If the girl is married,” he finally sug
gested.
“Have I not proven to yon that she is a
nameless bride?” interrupted Warren.
“When Edith Leslie returns to conscious
ness there is one fact she will be assured of,
at least.”
“And that is?”
“ The perfidy of the man she calls hus
band. ”
“Is he not her husband?” asked Leslie.
“What does it matter to you or I what he
is? Before to-morrow night I shall place
in this girl’s hands a certified copy of the
marriage certificate of this man Sherwood
and his first wife. ”
“What devilish jugglery is this, that yon
stumble on these facts?
Warren laughed coarsely.
“Perhaps the jugglery of the devil, in
fact,” he replied loosely. “They say he
helps his own. But it doesn’t matter. Le
gally married, this girl could defy us. As
it is ”
He hesitated.
“Well?” said Leslie, expectantly.
“As it is, she wili bo convinced that she
is not i-.herwood’s wife. The result will be
an abandonment to grief for a day or two,
then indignation, and then she will accept
our conditions quietly.”
“You do uot know her,” interrupted Les
lie. “She has a strong spirit when once
aroused.”
“Trust me to break it, then. Our course
is clear. She must be kept a close prisoner,
and not allowed to communicate with any
outside party. When she has married me
she must claim her fortune.”
“But this man Sherwood? When he
learns the truth that she is an heiress, will
be not fellow her?"
“How can ho find her? No, Reuben; if
we can keep them apart and avoid an ex
planation ”
Leslie started.
“An explanation?” be repeated, aorno
irbat mystified. “Then this women Be-
“A. Aiap of Busy Life—lts ITluctuations and its Vast Concerns.”
ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, JULY 30, 188,'..
strife is not his wife?”
Warren turned sharply.
“What is that to you or me?” he de
manded. “Ask no questions, and do aa I
say. aud I’D ; .arantee the success of oof
plans.”
Leslie was silent. Unprincipled, cruel
es lie was, the dnsperatences of hie nature
waned before the cool, calculating villainy
r of his accomplice. To crush the heart of
the child he had nurtured for so many years,
to lead her to a complication of relations
which would constitute an unworthy degra
dation on her part, was more repulsive to
him than the most brutal crime.
But the glittering bait which attracted
him. the eolden shrine his comuauiou so
fascinatingly described, overpowered all the
better promptings of his dark heart,, and
he shut out tenderness and remorse, and
with resolute lips only muttered de
terminedly:
“There is no other way,”
A misty rain was falling when the car
riage again stopped at the door of tho old
works. The white, silent face on the
cushions gave no protest to the roughness
with which she was treated as they hastened
to remove her to the room where the
messenger had been so fouily deair with,
Leslie placed her in a chair and turned to
Warren.
“We are hero,” he said; “now what do
yon intend to do.”
“To endeavor to make it comfortable for
her. WitbinAhe week she must, be mar
ried to me. Within the month all traces of
your family must be lost to your former
friends. Wo must quietly drop out of the
knowledge of tho community to reappear in
England as claimants for the Percival fort
une. ”
“But we cannot-leave her here alone."
“I do not intend to. Can the driver of
tho carriage be trusted to keep silence on
what he.sees and hears?”
“Implicitly. He is deaf and blind, to all
intents and purposes, where I am con
cerned. ’’
“Then do you stay here with the girl.”
“And you?”
“Will return within an hour with tha
means to make her comfortable, and with
a companion.”
“A companion?”
“Yes; T know an old woman I can trrist.
Oh, don’t look so serious! I’m not going
to load the girl with chains or lock her up.
Sho’ll stay willingly enough; but one word
to Sherwood and our cause is lost. There
fore she must be watched closely.”
Midnight was tolling from distant bells,
and a somber silence reigned over the
place when Warren returned. He had dis
missed the carriage, and a wagon well
loaded discharged its contents at the door
of the old works, and soon thereafter a
bent, sharp-visaged old woman came limp
ing down the road.
“Is this the place ?" she asked, in a
cracked, harsh voice, her rlfisb eyes glanc
ing curiously around the desolate scene.
“Yes," replied Warren.
“And the girl?”
“Is tmthe room at tho .end of the hoi).
Help me in with these things.”
He paid the driver of the wagon, and
then directed his attention to removing the
furniture into tho room indicated. It com
prised but a few articles of comfort, but
once in place admitted of a couch and
chairs for the rough apartment to which he
intended to consign Edith Leslie, at least
as a temporary prisoner.
Leslie watched ihe arrangement with
moody silence. The last article in place,
and surveyed by Warren, with a critical eye,
the latter turned.
“Well,” he said, “we’ve made her com
fortable at least. Now, old woman, you
mind your task. ”
“Yes, to keep the gal here and not let her
out. ”
“Correct. We will be here to-morrow.
See that sue doesn’t get out, and if she at
tempts to, just give her a spoonful of the
medicine I left you.”
“All right.”
The two men left the room and the
place. Their forms, dimly outlined in the
imperfect light of night as they threaded
the tortuous windings of tho irregular road,
struggling against the tempest and rain, re
sembled the figures of two night prowlers
returning from their iniquitous work.
Neither spoke until they were clear of tha
deserted quarry pit, which dark and somber
verged from the road.
Once past that, Warren had turned to his
companion to speak, when he started with
a wild ejaculation of surprise, as borne on
his ear there came, clear and distmctly,
from the direction of the pit a sweet, melo
dious voice, chanting the measures of a
wild, echoing song.
Two words escaped his lips in a low mut
ter of startled alarm. They were;
“That voice!"
But he supplemented the whisper with a
quick question to Leslio.
“In heaven’s name, what is that?” he
asked.
“A woman.”
“I know that; the voice tells me as much;
but here, at this hour. ”
“You need not bo alarmed.” replied Les
lie. “It is nothing but Wild Nan.”
“Wild Nan," replied Warren, mystified at
the cool, indifferent manner of his com
panion.
“Y'es, she is an erratic creature, as harm
less as she is strange. She seems to have
a curious attachment for the x>ld quarry.
Her father used to work here.”
A sigh of relief broke from Warren’s
lips. If for a moment some resemblance
in tho voice he had heard awoke former
memories, revealing a dark page in his past
life’s history, the impression disappeared
as they trudged on toward the distant lights
of tae city.
But when, an hour later, the arch-con
spirator and villain whoso devilish skill had
that night developed a plot intended to de
stroy all the pence and happiness of a trust
ing woman's heart tossed on his couch
restless and anxious, his thoughts framed
two words ringing in his ears with annoy
ing, haunting persistency:
“Wild Nan!”
CHAPTER VL
WILD NAN.
Without, the dull gray morning dawned
through a sullen sky, enveloping the old
works in mist and gloom. Within the
apartment which Reuben Leslie and his
villainous confidant had left a few hours
before the dim lamp light revealed the
mute form of the crushed girl-wife just as
they had placed her on the couch.
At the table, leaning over in a chair, her
head sunk on her breast, the old hag dozed
stupidly.
Tho ratensest silence prevailed, so in
tense, indeed, tbit the slow burning of the
oil through the wick in the lamp sounded
like the low hum of some drowsy insect in
the apartment.
In the act of almoat toppling from the
chair to the floor, from the doze of drowsi
ness to full slumber, the old woman arcus
ad herself and mumbled confusedly. Then
her JiaasLvent sleepily to the pocket of her
dress, gloried around, and drew out a small
black bottle. Her eyes blinking nt every
movement, sodden and devoid of full sen
sibilitv, she raised the flask to her lips.
The shrink of dnapre utmeni moused her
to wakefulness. The bottle was empty.
“Deary me," she mumble ', ns she held
tho fl'isqbeforo the light, “it’s all gone. ”
The sensual lips, bloated and cracked,
seemed to quiver nt the loss of their fre
quent libation. The restlessness of anxiety
for the.vlle liquor sent her wandering about
the room, motiveless but incessantly. Like
au animal awaiting its morning meal, her
thoughts ware revealed on liet cctaree, yel
low the insatiable craving for liquor.
“It must have spilled out," she com-
Slaintfftr / ' “How can 1 stay hero without a
rep or two. and my rheumatism is so bad.
and ho won’t be here till to-night, mebbe a
whole day, and not a drop, not a drop. ”
Hor wandering feet seemed to disturb tho
mute figure on the bed. She started, and
fixed her eyos on the silent form as Edith
stirred, uneasily, and a low moan broke
from her lips.
“Percy, my husband! Oh that I had died
ere I found you false.”
The anguished wail of (ho broken heart
affected the sympathy of the old. hag less
than ft tended" flrdTsturß Her plans for a
new supply of her favorite beverage. To
her the wide, open eyes, bearing all the
pain and agony of a rude awakening to lifo
from a blissful unconsciousness, conveyed
no significance of the awful, crushing sor
row which oppressed the young life of tho
unhappy girl. Amid the rushing, throng
ing thoughts which haunted her brain,
Edith saw the rude apartment, her ugly
guardian, but comprehended them not.
Time and place boro no influence on her
mind. Amid tho luxury of wealth or tho
bare walls of destitnticn, she was alone
alone with her awful, crushing priof, alone
with her bitter, despairing thoughts. The
pallid lips closed, tho quivering lids shut
out tho rude picture before her us she gave
herself over to her misery and only longed
for death.
For ever present in her angnishod heart
was tho conviction that Bhe was a nameless
bride: that Warren had snokeu tho Truth;
tnat her liusbanct, whom she had held to be
so noble and true, was false to every vow
ho had spoken, to every loving sentiment
ho had expressed. Her father a murderer,
her husband a base deceiver, her young
life desolate, utterly miserable, 6he lay si
lent and cold and broken-hearted, and
prayed for tho oblivion of the grave.
“Sue’s quiet enough,” muttered tho old
crone, as she stood silently regarding the
girl for some time; “if I dared to risk it.”
Her long, bony fingers clutchod tho
empty bottle, her eager eyes viowed it with
a hungry look, her thick, bloated lips
moved an if in anticipation of the feast a
drink of her favorite bfiverago would afford
her,
“jTheis’s a key to the door, ’’ she mumbled,
as .>f.ai4 it, "“and tho roam has
iron shutters. Deary.”
She had applied'tho word to Edith in as
soft and insinuating a tone as she could as
sume. There was no reply.
“She’s asleep,” sho muttered. “So much
the better; I can hurry away and back
afore 6he wakes. ”
She opened th3 door leading into the
hall and locked it softly after her. Once in
the open air, ns she viewed tho blank dis
tance hor face fell.
“It’s far, ” sho muttered, “but I’m safe—
for an hour—she can’t get out.”
_ Her pace was a limping run, as she hur
ried down the road: but on reachimcthe
nearest ram-shop she glanced around her,
and seeing no form in sight pursued her
journey.
If sho had taken the precaution to go
around the building, however, sho would
have discovered a lurking form near by—a
figure which, as sho moved away, surveyed
her cautiously around the corner of the de
sertod old structure.
Revealed in tho garish morning light,
faco and form were those of a strange, un
couth creature. Yet tho koenest intelli
gence flushed in the large dark eyes, and
the mobile face expressed varied and
sensitive emotion. The dress was coarse
and ragged, but did not concoal a
figure graceful and lithe. For all
that the attire and features told when in ro
pose, “Wild Nan” might have boon the
daughter of some poor mechanic instead of
the uncanny creature she was believed to
be.
Her home was with an aged couple who
had adopted her sinco her fathor’s mystori
ous death two years before. John Osgood,
employed in a rolling mill, had earned
wages which were far in excess of those se
cured by tho ordinary artisan, but the
profits of his skilled labor went lightly.
His little daughter Annie was the solo sur
viving member of his family, and while ho
bestowed unusual affection on her, he also
onjoyed life in a wild fashion, little accord
ing with the usnal tastes of a hnmblo la
borer. His weakness for gambling had led
him to disburse the greater portion of
his wages among the sharks and swindlers
who worked tbrongh the faro tables of a
gre it city.
Like most men who are the victims of
these wily rogues, he was the loser. But
one night John Osgood arose from tho
gaming table with his revenge complete.
He had broken the bank, and with five
thousand dollars in his possession had
risen from the table of a Clark street faro
gaiiio, flushed and triumphant, with a vow
that he would never touch another card.
Two nights later, after he had retired after
counting ovor his hoarded wealth with little
Annie, and making glowing arrangements
for the future, his house was broken into
and his money stolen. In tho struggle
with the robbers he had a bloody encoun
ter and sank to tho floor Btabberi fatally. If
he spoke any name to his child, who, like
wise, aroused, had hastened to tho scene—if
sho caught sight of the face of her father’s
murderer—the coroner never ascertained the
fact; for when, the next morning, tho in
quest was held, the only witness, Annie,
sat with stony face aud staring eyes, the
light of vivacity and joy gone for
ever from the gentle eyes, and the
bright mind darkened in its earliest hours.
Unmoved, mute, she heard all that was said,
but could not be induced to speak a word,
and then, leaving the old home, sho became
a wanderer among the scenes of her early
youth. Gradually sho became rnoro cheer
ful. wilder and brighter, cared for by one
and then another of her sympathizing
neighbors. But ever and anon,'as the fate
ful night of her father’s murder was re
ferred to, only a flash from the dark eyes, a
qmck movement of the clenched hands, or
a deadly pallor of hor face would indicate
th-.t, demented thungh her mind might bo,
it yet entertained a dark secret which time
might bring to a revelation fateful to the' 1
murderer of her father.
Such woi the being who, by some mys
terious ehar.ee. had flitted upon the scene
so prolific in its past enactments with *e- ,
ercey and crime. If she had possessed a ;
thorough knowledge of nil that had trans
pired. if she had been purposely waiting
for tho old woman to depart, sho could not
have moved more quicklv to gain the rude
apartment in which Edith Leslie lay.
Familiar wilh every turn and winding of
the rambling old structure, her rapid feet
soon b ought her into its confines. She
paused with au ejaculation of dismay as
she tried the door, and, then going around
to the rear of tho building, entered a little
hallway. Two minutes later she entered
tho room by tho glass door, through which
Elmer Warren had appeared to confront
Leslie after tho terrible culmination of hia
interview with tho messenger Armitage.
lio no continobd.T
WORDS OF WISDO
Unwalled gardens invito tresspassed
Peace, love, and contentment live
union.
Jealousy is an awkward homage which
inferiority renders to merit.
Idleness Is hard work for thoso wi
arc not used to it, und dull work f
those who are.
In matters of conscience first thoughts
arc best; in matters of prudence last
thoughts are best.
One perverse disposition destroys the
peace of a family, as one jarriug iustru
meut spoils a whole concert.
When a man has no design but to
speak plain truth he may say a great
deal in a very narrow compass.
A tender conscience is an inestimable
blessing; that is, a conscience not only
quick to discern what is evil,but instantly
to shun it, as the eyelid closes itself
against a mote.
I have known a good old man, who,
when he hoard of any who had commit
ted some notorious offence, was won’t to
say within himself, ‘‘He fell to-day, so I
may to-morrow.” *
llow brightly do little joys beam upon
a soul which stands on a ground dark
ened by tho clouds of sorrow; so do
stars come forth from the empty sky,
when we look up to them from a deep
well.
Evasions aro the common shelter of
the hard-hearted, tho false, and tho im
potent, when called upon to assist; tho
really great alone plan instantaneous
help, even when their looks or words
presage difficulties.
Whatever be our purpose in life, if M
is a good and true one, we may rest as
sured we shall v} rom otc it best, not by
seeking for large and impossible views
of it, not by waiting for the clouds that
obscure it to pass wholly away and leave
it in untempered light, but by cherishing
every glimpse that is afforded, by dis
covering all that is thus revealed, and by
so conducting our actions and our life as
to embody in practice that which w*
have realized in conception.
The Fighting Instincts in Man.
There is not the slightest certainty
that any invention, however terrible,
would put an end to war; while there is
almost a certainty that if such an in
vention were perfected, it would griev
ously increase tho woes of mankind.
Taken in tho lump, men will faco any
means of destruction whatsoever, if also
they possess it themselves. Give two
men pistols, and they will fight across a
handkerchief. They are not afraid of
death, but only of death without a
chance of victory. King Theodore, of
Abyssinia, asked his courtiers, when tho
rocket sticks fell at his feet, if he could
be reasonably expected to face things
like those, and ultimately, in pure de
spair of defeating science with unscien
tific weapons, killed himself; but if he
also had possessed rockets, he would
have fought on. No men, not
oven Prussian soldiers or English
sailors, will face shells without shells
to throw back: but when they have
shells, they face the enemy’s shells os
bravely as they did the old round shot.
The methods of war arc changed by
science, but war is not extinguished.
Suppose it true that able chemists and
mechanicians could invent a method of
throwing an asphyxiating vapor on a
sleeping army, what would be the result?
First, the adoption of some protective
covering, such as iron clad huts for
sleeping in; next, the adoption of a
method of encamping which spread the
army over a surface too great or too un
even to be reached; aud next, the use
of similar mechanicians and chemists as
the assailing force. Huxley would march
with Iris fishermen to choke Tyndall
with his Alpine climbers. War would
then consist mainly of efforts to obtain
a Jvaniagcous positions, from which
showers of death would he trown, but
war would not cease. Forlorn hopes
would be organized among chemists or
mechanicians as easily as among soldiers,
enormous rewards would be paid to the
new warriors, arid nations would fight
each other as briskly as ever. —London
Spectator.
San Francisco has a “lumber bone
yard”—a place where the extensive syn
dicate which controls a greater part of
the lumber cut on the Pacific coast sends
any cargo that may arrive which appears
to be in excess of home demand, and at
the first opportunity ships it to any part
of the world.
P. M.—Several of the Georgia towns
have bit upon a novel plan to decide
ho shall t>e their Poet maulers. Every
man who receives mail from the offioo is
entitled to a vote, which he drope into a
box provided for the purpose.
The United States lias more horses
tiian any other country in the world save
Russia.
VOL X. NO. 21.
OOMETHINO sues.
“ What a pity nothing ever -i t
lias a beauty that will stay!”
Said our thoughtful little Nellie,
Stopping briofly in her play.
"All these velvet pansies withered-*
And I picked them just to-dsy T*
“And there’s nothing very certain.”
Answered Bees, with face demure; *< J
“When it rains we can’t go driving—
I wish promises were truor!
I could rest, if I were certain
Of a single thing that’s sure 1*
Grandma smiled from out her comer
Smoothing hack a soft gray tross;
“ Sixty seconds makes a minute;
Did you know it, little Bess I
Sixty minutes make on hour, j
Never more, and never less.
“ For the seodnds in a minute,
Whether full Of work or fun,
Or the minutas hour,
Never numbered slaty- 0110 1
That is one thing that is .pertain
Ever since the world begun.
“ Though the roso may lose Jtß crimson,
And tho buttercup its gold, % ‘
Thero is something, through all CiNingos,
You may always surely hold; ' ~
Truth can never lose its beauty,
Nor its strength, by growing old."
—Julia. P. Ballard, in Our Little Ones. •
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.'
A host in himself—the inn-keeper.
A philosopher, says: “Man was born
to rule in this world.” It is believed
that the philosopher wna never married.
—Brooklyn Times.
There arc about 700,000 cats in Lon
don. Tho manufacturers of bootjacks
have all thoy can do to supply tha de
mand. — Bouton Transcript. * .
In France thero aro 100 holidays; in
this country thero aro only sixty. This
is one reason why the Frenchmen excel
this nation as fishermen.— Graphic.
In those old days when wrangling mon •„
Flung down their clanging gages;
Thero wero so many knights, since then
They liavo been culled dark ages.
-Life.
“I threw a stone I knew not where” is
tho first lino of a recent poem. That is
the groat trouble with women’s throwing:
stones; they never know where they will
hit .--Puck.
There is one aspect in which fashion
able young ladies and old herring fisher
men arc exactly alike—they both spend
the greater part of their time bragging
about last year’s catch.
“Tho Buniblo Bee’s Mistake” is tho
title of anew poem. Tho bumble may
mistake his mark occasionally, as ho
never sights his piece, but he manage®
to get his work in, as a rule.— Picayune.
Flupgon is becoming quite proficient
ns a gardener. Ho planted some beans
this spring and in a short time noticed
the seed pushing through tho ground.
Ho was amazed and exclaimed, as he
pushed the beans back into the earth:
“Them vegetables don’t get away from
me this time, b’gosh.”— Judge.
Doctor—“ Your wife is in a very criti
cal state, and I should recommend you
to call in some specialist to consult on
the case.” Husband—“ There, you see,
doctor, I was right again! I told ray
wife long ago she ought to get proper
medical advice, but she thought you
might get offended.” — Vliegende Blaetter
THE AMATEUR GAROKKItR.
With joyous expectation tilled /
Ho goeth to his home at night,
Explores the patch, so lately tilled, V,
And hopes to find the shoots in sight, j
Some tiny sprout; begin to show
The precious promise of his seeds;
He tends them for a month or so,
To find at lait they’re worthless weeds.
—Boston Courier.
Hugo's Strange Belief.
Victor Hugo was always convinced
that ho would meet all his friends in a
future world. He was equally sure that
lie hml always existed from tho ante
diluvian times when the Creator placed
•him on earth, lie believed that he
would ex fat forever, inasmuch as he felt
in his soul thousands of hymns, dramas,
and poems that had never found expres
sion. When the atheists would say to
him: “The proof that you will not exist
in the future is that you did not exist in
the past,” Hugo would answer: “Who
told you I did not exist in the past cen
turies? Y'ou will say that is the legend
of the ages. The poet has writen:
‘Life is u"fairy tale twice written.’ He
might have said a thousand times written.
There is not an age in which I cannot
find my spirit. You do not believe in
the doctrine of surviving personalities
for the reason that you do not recollect
your anterior existence. But how can
the recollection of vanished ages remain
imprinted on your memory when you
do not remember a thousand and ono
scenes and events of your present life?
Since 1802 there have been ten Victor
Hugos in me. Do you think that I can
recall all their actions and all their
thoughts? Thu tomb is dark, and when
I shall have pa-sed the tomb to emerge
into hght once more all these Victor
Hugos wili be almost wholly strangers
to me, but it will always be to the same
soul.”
M. Viennet, a wag, Jisked Hugo one
day who was the greatest poet of his
time, whereupon Hugo dryly answered:
“Alfred dc Musset is the second greatest
poet.”— Paris Figaro.
The total value of orchard products in
this country in 1880 amounted to *47,-
435,180. __________
The last British census shows that
there are tiOO.OOO more women than men
in England and Wales.
