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Wheat.
MAT.
So many shades ol tender green
Are rippling, shimmering, pulsing with de
light,
Soft, crxri and billowy, like the glimmering
sheen
Of some grand river in the morning light,
Thrilling with hope, it* life to lair,
Its joy is full, all through the lovely May
It simply grows and waves, nor tries to
The coming burden of the harvest day.
JUKE.
Steeped in hot sunshine, lightly swing
'Hie long bright stalks, whose bearded heads
hang down
ileneath th< .r fruitful burden, which iho
spring,
liejmrting, laid upon them as a crown.
Sweeter and graver life has grown,
The green just touched to gold by deep’ning
June,
Warm, bright with glowing, with its mellow
ing tone
Flecked with the shadows of the afternoon.
JULY.
in serried ranks the golden sheaves
Gleam iaintly in the sunset’s lading red,
While some reluctant blackbird slowly leaves
The fruitful gleanings for his quiet bed;
And thus, with full fruition blest,
The wheat stands reaped. It hath no more
to yield, *
And thankfully, before he seeks his rest,
The weary re&pef gazes o’er his field.
—Cornelia Seubring.
THE CHILD SPY.
His mime was Stenne, little Stcnne.
He w;ts a “child of Paris,” thin and
pale, and was ten, perhaps lifteen years
old, for one can never say cxaetly how
old those children are. His mother was
dead, and his father, an ex-marine, was
the guardian of a square in the quarter of
the Temple. The nurses and babies, the
old ladies who always carry their own
folding chain), and the poor mothers, all
that small world of Paris which seeks
shelter from vehicles, in those gardens
that are surrounded by pavements, knew
Father Stcnne and loved him. They
knew that under his rough mustache,
which was the terror of dogs and dis
turbers of lunches, was hidden a kind,
tender anti almost motherly smile, anti
that in order to bring it forth they had
only to say to the good man:
“ How is your little son?”
For Father Steene loved his tittle son
so much!
lit: was so happy in the afternoon
when, after his school, the little hoy
woulti call for him, and together they
wouhl make the rounds of the paths,
stopping tit each bench to speak to the
habitues of the square and to answer
their good wishes.
Hut when the siege began everything
was sadly changed. Father Stenne’s
square was closed and tilled with pe
troleum, and the poor man, condemned
to an incessant surveillance, passed his
life in the deserted, upturned paths,
quite alone, not permitted to smoke, and
only seeing his little son late in the
evening at his home. You should have
seen his mustache when lie spoke of the
Prussians. Little Stcnne. however, did
not complain of this new life.
A siege! Nothing is more amusing
for such urchins. No more school, no
more studies! Holiday till the while,
and the streets as exciting as it fair.
The child nut abput all day till night
fall. He followed the battalions of the
quarter to the ramparts, choosing those
that had a good band. Little Stenne
was well posted on that subject. He
would tell you very glibly that the
Ninety-sixth band was not worth much,
but the Fifty-fifth had an excellent one.
Sometimes he would watch the mobiles
training, and then there were the pro
cessions. * * * With his basket un
der his arm he would join the long files
that were formed in the darlfcold winter
mornings, when there was no gas, be
fore the butchers' and bakers’ shops.
There, with their feet in the wet,
the people would make acquaint
ances and talk politics, and, ns he was
Mr. Stenne’s son, everybody would ask
him his opinion. But the most amusing
of all were the afternoon games, especi
ally the famous game of galoclie, which
the Breton mobiles made the fashion
during the siege. When little Stenne
was not at the ramparts or bake r’s -hop
you would be sure to find him at the
square of the Chateau d’Eau. He did
not play, however; it needed too much
money; he was satisfied in watching the
players with all his eyes.
One especially, a great fellow in a blue
workman's blouse, who only played
with five-franc pieces, excited his ad
miration. When he ran one could hear
the coins jingling under his blouse.
One day as he was picking up a piece
tbn’ had rolled under little Stenne's
feet, the great follow said to him in a
low tone: “That makes you wink,
hey? Well, if you wish. I’ll tell you
where they’re to be found.”
The game over, he took him to a
corner of the square and proposed that
he should join hitn in selling newspapers
to the Prussians —that he would make
thirty francs for every trip. At first
Stenne was very indignant and refused,
tutd what was more, he remained away
front the game for three days—three ter
rible days. He neither ate nor slept any
more. At midnight he would see great
heaps of gaioches piled on the fitot of his
bed and iive-trane pieces moving over it,
bright and shining. The temptation
was too strong for him. The fourth dav
he returned to the Chateau d’Eau, saw
the large fellow and was overcome.
• * * *
They set out one sunnv morn ini. a
linen over their shoulders
and theirwwspapers hidden under their
hlouses. \\ hen they reached the Flan
ders gate it was yet hardly dawn. The
large lellow took St nne by the hand
and appr ia' \\ the sentinel—a good
civilian with a red nose and kind air.
He said to him, with a plaintive tone:
“ lad us pass, my goou monsieur. Our
>'■' her is ill and papa is dead. Wo are
rxdng to see. my little brother and I. if
w> ean t find some potatoes to pick up
in the ti.dds."
lie cried, and Stenne, who was
axiamed. lowered his head. The sen
’-inel looked at them a moment, and
then, giving a glance over the white,
and 'sorted road, “Go quickly,” said lie to
hem. moving aside; and then they were
n tlie road to AuoerviUe. How the
large fellow laughed!
Confusedly, as though in a dream, lit
tle Stenne saw the manufactories trans
ormed into barraeks.their tall chimneys,
which pierced the fog and seemed 'to
reach the sky. fireless and battered.
Now and again they would see a senti
nel and officers who were looking far off
through their field-glasses, ana their
small tents, wet with snow, which was
melting before dying tires. The large
fellow knew the way, and would take
short cuts over the fields in order to es
cape the outposts. But suddenly they
came upon a large body of sharpshooters
too late to escape them. They were in
their little cabins, hidden in a ditch half
full o ' water, and encamped along the
Soissons railway. This time, though
the large fellow recommenced his tear
ful story, they would not let him pass.
As he was lamenting, an old sergeant,
white and wrinkle . and who looked
like old Father St< ne, came out of the
post guard's cabin
“ \Vell. little mes, don't cry any
more!” said he to the children. “ we will
let you go after your potatoes, but before
you leave, come in and warm yourselves
a little. * * * He looks frozen that
small boy there!”
Alas! It was not with cold that little
Stenne trembled; it was from fear, from
sh&me. • • • In the post-house they
Oglethorpe Echo.
By T. L. GANTT.
found some soldiers gathered round a
i small fire, a real widow’s fire, by whose
j blaze they were thawing their biscuits
!on the end of their bayonets. They
I crowded close together so as to make
| room for the children. They gave them
a drop of wine and a little coffee.
While they were drinking, an officer
came to the door, called the sergeant,
spoke to him in a low voice, and then
■quickly went away. “Boys?” said the
sergeant, as he came back radiant,
“there will be tobacco to-night. * * *
We have found out the Prussians’ pass
word. I think this time we will take
back from them that Bourget.”
Then there followed an explosion of
bravos and laughter. They danced and
sang and swung their sabers in the air.
Profiting by the tumult, the children
disappeared. Having passed the breast
work nothing remained to be crossed but
the plain, at the end of which was a
long white wall filled with loop-holes.
They directed their steps toward this,
stopping every now ana then and mak
ing believe to look for potatoes. “ Let
us return j don’t go any further,” little
Stenne said all the while, but the large
one only shrugged bis shoulders and
went on. Suddenly they heard the
click of a gun being aimed at them. “Lie
down,” said the large boy, throwing
himself on the ground. When he was
down he whistled and another
whistle answered hint over the snow,
and they went on, climbing on their
hands and knees. In front of the wall,
and even with the ground, two yellow
mustaches under greasy caps appeared,
and the large boy leaped into the ditch
beside the Prussians. “That is my
brother. 1 ' said lie, pointing to his com
panion. He was so small —little Stenne
—that on seeing him the Prussians began
to laugh, and one of them was obliged
to take hint in his arms in order to lift
him over the breach.
On the other side of the wall were
large breastworks, fallen trees and black
holes in the snow, and in each one of
these was the same yellow mustache
and greasy cap, tint! there was great
laughing as the soldiers saw the children
pass by.
In a corner was a gardener’s house,
easemated with the trunks of trees, the
lower part of which was full of soldiers,
who were playing cards and making
soup over a clear, bright tire. How
good the cabbages tint! the bacon smeit,
and what a difference to the sharp
shooter’s bivouac! Up stairs were the
officers, and they heard them playing
on flip piano and opening champagne
bottles. When the Parisians entered the
room a hurrah of joy greeted them,
t hey gave up their newspapers, and the
officers gave them something to drink
and made them talk. They all had a
proud, hard look, but the large boy
amused them with his Parisian gayety
and his gamin slang. They laughed and
repeated his words after him, and seemed
to wallow with delight in the Parisian
mud he brought them.
Little Stenne, too, would have liked
to have talked and to have proved that
he wtus not stupid, but something em
barrassed him. Oppositi#to him, sit
ting apart, was a Prussian, older and
more serious than the others, who was
reading, or rather seeming to read, for
he never took his eyes off little Stenne,
and there was in his glance both tender
ness and reproach, as though this man
might have had a child of little Stenne’s
age at home, and as if he were saying to
himself: “I would rather die than see
my son doing such a thing,” and as lie
looked at little Stenne the boy felt :is if
a hand was clutching at bis heart and
keeping it from beating. To escape the
anguish he began to drink, and soon
everything turned around him. He
heard vaguely, amid loud laughs, his
comrade making fun of the National
Guards, of their way of going through
their drill, he imitated an assault of
arms in the Marais, and a surprise at
night on the ramparts. Then the large
boy lowered his voice, the officers ap
proached nearer to him and their faces
grew more solemn. The miserable fel
low was telling them about that night’s
premeditated attack, of which the sharp
shooters had spoken. Then little Stenne
rose, furious and completely sobered:
“ Don’t tell that fellow, I won’t have
you.”
But the other only laughed and con
tinued; but before he had finished the
officers were all on their feet, and one
of them, showing the door to the chil
dren, told them to “ Begone!” and they
began to talk hurriedly together in Ger
man. The large boy left the room as
proud as a doge, clinking his money.
Little Stenne followed him, holding
down his head, and as lie was passing
the Prussian whose look had so dis
turbed him:
“Not nice that, not nice,” and the
tears came into his eyes.
Once more in tfte plain the children
began to run and return toward Paris
quickly. Their sacks were filled with
potatoes which the Prussians had given
them, and with these they passed the
sharpshooters’ encampment without any
trouble. They were preparing for the
ttiglA attack. Troops were arriving
silently, and were massed behind the
wall. The old sergeant was there, busily
engaged arranging his men with such a
happy look. When the children passed
near hint he recognized them and smiled
kindly at them. Oh ! how badly that
smile made little Stenne feel. For a
momentjhe felt as if he should burst out
crying and say to them: “ Don’t go
there. * * * We have betrayed you.”
But the othei boy toid him that if he
spoke a word they would be shot, and
so fear kept him silent.
At Courneuve they entered an aban
doned house to divide their money.
Truth compels me to say that the
division was honestly made, and, when
he heard the fine crowns sounding under
his blouse and thought of the future
games of galoche, little Stenne thought
his crime was not so dreadful after all.
But when he was alone, the unhappy
child—when at the gates of the city the
large boy left him, then his poeketsgrew
heavy and the hand that had "been
grasping his heart held it tighter still.
Paris seemed no longer the same to him;
the passers-by regarded him severely, as
if they knew from whence lie came.'and
he heard the word “spy'’ in all the
sounds of the street and the beating of
the drums along the canal where the
troops were exercising. At last lie
reached his home, and, glad to find that
his father had not come in, he hurried to
his room and hid the crowns that were
weighing so heavily under his pillow.
Never had Father Senne been so good
humored and joyous, as lie was that
night on coming home. Good news had
lieen received from the provinces: the
country’s affairs were going better.
Whilst he was eating, the old soldier
looked at his sun hung on the wall and
he said to the boy, with a hearty laugh:
“ Hey! my son. flow you would go after,
the Prussians, if you were old enough!”
About eight o’clock they heard the
sound of a cannon. ** It is'at Aubervil
liers: they are lighting at Bourget!” said
the old m in. who knew where all the
forts were situated. Little Stenne grew
pale, and, feigning great fatigue, went to
bed. but not to sleep. The cannons were
thundering continuously. He pictured
to himself the sharpshooters going at
night to surprise the Prussians, and fall
ing into an ambuscade themselves. He
recalled the sergeant who had smiled a*
him. and saw him stretched out there
in the snow and so many others with
him! * * * The price of all that
blood was hidden there under his pillow,
and it was he. the son of Mr. Steane—of
a soldier— His tears choked him. In
the adjoining room he heard his father
walking to and fro, and then open a
window. Down in the street the rappel
was sounded; a battalion of mobiles
were getting ready to start. Then there
was no doubt about there being a real
battle going on. The unhappy boy could
not keep back bis sobs. '
*• What is the matter with you ?” aSked
his father, entering his room. The chi Id
could bear it no longer; he jumped
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from his bed and threw himself at his
father’s feet. In so doing the silver
crowns rolled down on the floor.
“ What is this? Have you been steal
ing?” asked the old man, beginning to
tremble. Then, all in one breath, little
Stenne told him that lie had been to the
Prussians, and all that he had done, and
as he was speaking, he felt his heart
grow lighter: it comforted him to make
the confession. His father listened to
hint with a terrible look on his face,
and when the story was told, he buried
his face in his hinds and wept.
“Father, father— !” the child tried
to say, but the old man pushed
him on without replying to him, and
picked up the money.
“ Is that all?” he asked. Little Stenne
made a sign that it was; then the old
man took down his gun and cartridges,
and putting the money in his pocket,
said :
“lam going to return it to them,”
said he, and without another word—
without even turning his head, he
went down into the street, and joined
the mobiles who were startingoffin the
night. He wa3 never seen again!—
From the French of Alphonse Daudet.
A Deed of Heroism.
Perhaps the most daring deed ever
won by old England’s Legion of Honor
wtis that which was successfully per
formed by Kavanagh during the Indian
mutiny. Lucknow was b'-sieged, and
its garrison was starving. Besides the
little band of devoted men, there were
also women and children cooped up in
the Residency, at the mercy ot some fifty
or sixty thousand savage and relentless
foes. Daily, nay hourly, the little garri
son was growing weaker and weaker,
and nearer and nearer were pressing the
dusky sepoys, until it became a matter of
life and death to the heroic few that Sir
Colin Campbell, who was known to be
advancing to their relief, should be at
once informed of their real state and their
inability to hold out much longer. A
volunteer was called for, a man who
would consent tc be disguised as a sepoy,
and who would risk Iris life among the
mutineers, in order to make the best of
bis way to the advancing army. The
call was immediately responded to, and
two or three men expressed their willing
ness to undertake the task.
From these brave volunteers an Irish
man named Kavanagh whs chosen, who,
lo his other various qualifications, added
a knowledge of the enemy’s customs and
a thorough acquaintance with their
language. Tlid commandant shook the
brave man by the hand, and frankly in
formed him of the dangerous nature of
the task he had undertaken; how it was
more titan probable that he might meet
bis death in the attempt. But the gal
lant fellow persisted; and his skin was at
once colored by means of burnt cork and
other material to the necessary hue. He
was then dressed in the regular outfit of
a sepoy soldier. When night set in, lie
started on his lonely and perilous mis
sion, amid the hearty “God-speeds” of
the famishing garrison. In his breast he
carried dispatches for Sir Colin Camp
bell, with the contents of which he had
been made acquainted, in case of their
loss.
He succeeded, after many narrow es
capes and great hardships—during which
lie often had to pass night after night in
the detested enemy’s camp, and to
march shoulder to shoulder with them
in the daytime; and when he left them,
to swim across rivers, or to crawl
through the tangled thickets where the
deadly tiger asserts his sway—in reach
ing Sir Colin Campbell’s camp; where,
to finish his stirring adventures, lie was
fired at and nearly shot by the British
outposts. Kavanagh ’s narrative was lis
tened to wit h rapt attention by Sir Colin,
who immediately gave orders for the
army to advance as quickly its possible
to the aid of the gallant defenders of the
Residency. How the latter were res
cued is a matter of history. Kavanagh
lived long enough to wear Iris cross.s
though he lost his life shortly afterward
in battle with the same enemy; but the
noble example he left behind him was
not lost on the brave hearts who event
ually-saved India for England.
What the Eyes See in Reading.
M. J avel has lately published observa
tions on the mode in which the eye
“takes in” the successive letters
on a printed page. We are not to sup
pose, lie says, that in reading a line one ■
passes successively from the lower part
of a letter to the upper part, then down
the next letter, up the next, and so on,
the vision describing a wavy line. The
fixation takes place with extreme pre
cision along a straight line, traversing
the junction of the upper third of the
letter with the lower two-thirds. Why
is this line not in the middle? Because
characteristic parts of the letters are
more frequently above than below, in
the proportion of about seventy-five per
cent. That this is so, we can see hy ap
plying on a line of typographic charac
ters a sheet of paper covering the line in
its lower two-thirds, and leaving the
upper third exposed. We can then read
the letters almost as well as if they had
not been concealed in greater part. But
the case is very different if we cover the
upper two-thirds of the line; the lowest
third alone does not furnish sufficient for
recognition. The characteristic part of
the letters, then, is chiefly in their up
per portion. M. Javel next compares
the ancient typographic characters with
those of modern books, and maintains
that the latter have too much uniform
ity, so that, taken in their upper parts
alone, many of them may be confounded
in reading. The old letters, on the
other hand, had each a particular sign
by which they could be easily dis
tinguished. Iu the books printed by the
celebrated old publishing house of the
Elzevirs the a, for example, had no re
semblance to o, the r could not be con
founded with the n. as now. nor the c or
e with the o. the b with h, etc. This too
great uniformity ; n the upper part of
typographic characters should be cor
rected, since it is to that part we chiefly
look in reading.
A Pigmy Painter.
In a recent exhibition of old and cu
rious paintings in Holland was a por
trait of Oliver Cromwell. It was by no
means a masterpiece of art, being a
somewhat feeble imitation in style of
Sir Peter Lely, the court painter of
Charles I. of England. But it was a real
curiosity in its way.
Its painter was Richard Gibson, other
wise known as the “dwarf artist.”
Gibson was three feet two inches high.
He was born in 1615. While serving a?
a page for a lady at Mortiake, she no
riced liis talent tor drawing, and caused
him to be instructed by De Keeyn, the
superintendent of the famous Mortiake
tapestry works. The little artist became
very skillful as a copier of Sir Peter
Lely's pictures, and attracted the atten
tion of Queen Henrietta Maria. She
made him her husband's page, and mar
ried him to a dwarf young ]adv of ex
actly his own height, who waited on
her.' The wedding of the dainty little
pair was honored by the presence of the
king and queen, and Edmund Waller,
the poet, commemorated it by.a poem.
h hen Charles lost his scepter and his
head, and passed with his queen out oi
English lines. Lis little protege lived and
throve. He had painted the king’s por
trait, and now was called upon to limn
that of the protector. Cromwell re
garded him with particular and kindly
favor. On the restoration he again
changed coats, and entered the service of
Charles 11. He was drawing master to
the Princesses Mary and Anne. But the
wild court of the son of his old master
: did not suit the tastes of the pigmy
painter, now grown old. He retired to
private life, and died in 1690. His wife.
after giving birth to yine children, all of
whom attained ordinary size, died in
1 1709, at the age of ninety
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1879.
HOW lIE GOT HIS MONEY.
Porter Leonard'* Journey Into the Wilds
of Colorado.—A Woman’s Keen Wit
aainst a Man's Vigilance and Pluck.
The St. Ixtuis Globe Democrat says:
Albert Lindell, the heir of the Lindell
estate, who recently came of age, has exe
cuted an absolute quit claim on all of
Albert Lindell’s estate by his step-father
and attorney in fact, Dr. Davis, in favor
of Mr. Lindell’s mother (who is also Dr.
Davis’ wife). During his minority Mr.
Lindell had an allowance of only SSO a
month, but he was' trusted to the amount
of thousands 'by persons who hoped to
get their pay on his attaining to his ma
jority. He owed Porter Leonard, a sta
ble-keeper, almost $2,000 for livery and
cash borrowed. Suddenly, Lindell dis
appeared, his step-father having taken
him to Leadville, anu there he has since
remained.
In a short time the doctor returned
and with him he had an absolute power
of attorney over the whole of Lmdell’s
estate. Several lawyers who saw it say
it put every inch of Albert Lindell’s
property completely under the control of
Dr. Davis, as far as selling it, mortgag
ing, raising loans on it, etc., were con
cerned. In view of the transaction of
the day before yesterday, it is pointed
out by a number of lawyers that al
though the power transferred was abso
lute in the direction indicated, yet it did
not give ttie doctor any authority to
give a quit claim deed. A rather sin
gular cieumstance is that the transfer to
Dr. Davis was made on the very day
“ Al.” Lindell became of age, March 24.
The doctor lost no time in raising a loan
of $12,000 or $13,000 on some of the
property.
Porter Leonard saw that he must get
liis money now or never. He had pre
pared a*demand note for the amount and
started for Leadville, fancying that he
could, in the absence of Dr. Davis or
Mrs. Davis, who is the mother of Lindell,
induce the latter to sign it. To cover up
his tracks I ‘outer Leonard gave out that
he was going east to the races. Only
one person in St. Louis knew where he
really tv’is going, and the object.
In Kansas City the first person Mr.
Leonard met in the sleeping coach going
to Denver was Albert Lindell’s mother.
The two were well acquainted. With a
woman’s instinct Mrs. Davis divined
what the livery stable man wanted, and
her purpose to put him off the track was
promptly made. Porter Leonard took in
the situation at a glance. He reasoned
thus: Mrs. Davis is going to see her
son; she knows I am going also to see
nim, and site knows I have a bill against
him; that bill she does not want him to
pay; she will try and give me the slip,
and telegraph Albert to meet her at some
place unknown to me: therefore, in order
to see Albert, I must follow Mrs. Davis
all over the country if necessary.
Of course they had to speak.' Leonard
broke the ice first, and the two chatted
pleasantly, each perfectly understanding
the other, and yet each endeavoring to
conceal that knowledge.
At an intermediate station Mrs. Davis
stepped off and went to the telegraph of
fice. Porter Leonard kept liis eye on
her, and when she came out he slipped
in unobserved by her. The operator
was a lad of fifteen, and had not yet
learned that great essential of keeping
his mouth shut.
“ Ah, ah, sonny, hard at work, eh ?
Take a cigar. Can you Send a telegram
for me to St. Louis? By the way,' that
lady who wfis just in here is from St.
Louis, and she’s a friend of mine. Now,
I’ll bet you anything she sent a message
to St. Louis and said sometting about
me. My name is Porter Leonard.”
“Why,yes,” the boy innocently re
plied: “ she sent a message to Dr. G. W.
Davis, St. Louis, and she said, ‘Port
Leonard is following nte.’ ”
“Just what I thought. Now send a
message to John McCreery, Ninth and
Pine streets, St. Louis, and say: ‘Am
on train with Mrs. Davis; will follow
her to California if she goes there ’ ”
Porter Leonard wrote out this mes
sage, handed it to the boy, gave him an
other cigar, told him he was smart as a
chain of lightning, and got on the train
just in time. As the train neared Den
ver Airs. Davis got very anxious.
“What hotel are you going to, Mrs
Davis?” Leonard inquired.
Mrs. Davis said site did not know.
“ What hotel are you going to?” sh
asked.
“ Don’t know.”
The checkman came round. Porter
Leonard said he would decide at the
depot where he would stop; he thought
he would go to a private house. Neither
did Airs. Davis want her baggage
i hocked. Porter Leonard stepped out on
the platform, closed the door and peeped
through the window. He saw Mrs.
Davis buy a check. When the check
man came out Porter addressed him:
My fripnd, it’s a matter of several
thousand dollars to me to find out where
that lady is going to stop.”
“ Well, she told me not to let you
know. It’s nothing to do with me, but
she goes to the Grand Central.”
A more disturbed lady cannot be im
agined than Mrs. Davis when she saw
the burly form of Potter Leonard push
itself into the Grand Central transfer.
Mrs. Davis went to her room and sent
for lie clerk. When he came down,
‘t Pori ” put on his most winning airs to
the clerk, praised Denver and the Grand
Central, and stood the cigars. The clerk
yielded to the pressure. lie said that
Mrs - Davis had told him not to let any
body know r where she was going, and
that she int-iusted him to send a dispatch
to Albert Lindell, Leadville; that ..she
was going in ihe morning to Pueblo’ or
Cannon City, and that he must meet her
at one of the places on receipt of another
dispatch.
Air. Leonard did not go to bed that
niget. At early mom Mrs. Davis can
down in traveling custume. She took
the ’ bus,,and Air. Leonard*fol lowed.
“Where are you going, Mr. Leon
ard ?”
“I don’t know, Airs. Davis. Isn't it
strange we should both go by the early
train?”
Mrs. Davis did think it strange. She
j said she thought she would take a trip
on the Rio Grande road.
“ Well, now, that’s odd; I’m going to
take the same road, but I don't know
how far I shall go.”
Mrs. Davis went all the way to Pue
blo. So did Mr. Leonard, and the two
put up at the same hotel. A liberal
amount of treating induced the clerk to
reveal the fact ‘that Mrs. Davis would
take the train for Canon City next morn
ing at five o’clock. Mr. Leonard laft
positive orders to be called up in time.
The clerk neglected this duty, but Mr.
Leonard was awakened at 4:30 by the
discharge of a gun in the neighborhood.
Hastily dressing, he went down stairs
and saw Mrs. Davis get into the ’bus.
From this point she two did not speak.
In Canon City Mis. Davis gave up the
game. She and Porter Leonard took
the same stage for Leadviile, she being
inside and he on top. Both stopped at
■the Grand Hotel, Mrs. Davis having
telegraphed to her son to meet her there.
In about an hour “ Al.” strolled in and
went to the office. Porter Leonard
slapped him on the shoulder and told
him that his mother was up stairs.
Mother and son had an hour’s confer
ence. The sights of Leadviile were taken
in by Albert Lindell and Mr. Leonard.
When they met the next morning Albert
wanted his customary drink, but his
friend Leonard told him he had better
not take any; that he had some impor
tant business to transact with him. In
the presence of a third party Mr. Leon
ani told Mr. Lindell of the purpose of his
visit. There is a demand note for
$2.059,"'_ he said: “you know the
account is Correct, and you must sign it ”
Albert begged for time, but Porter Leon
ard was inexorable: and he said he had
waited long enough for his money. At
last young Lindell consented to sign tic
note, payable to his “ attorney in fact,”
Dr. Davis, if Leonard would lend him
SIOO cash. Mr. Leonard did this, and
added the amount to the note. This
business w r as transacted to his perfect
satisfaction. Air. Leonard took the first
coach for Webster, and returned to Den
ver by the South Park road. Dr. Davis
honored the note, and secured it by a
deed of trust. The deed was recorded
on the day on which it was delivered,
and Porter Leonard is happy.
Captain Falcon’s Devil-Fish.
While talking over the incidents at
tending liis cruise in the yacht Falcon, on
the Gulf of Mexico, the other day to a
party of friends, including a Tribune re
porter, Captain Peter Falcon, the noted
submarine diver, was asked if lie ever
fell in with any of those terribly ugly
looking monsters of the sea—the devil
fish—whose appearance so malty writers
have given inadequate descriptions of.
As Captain Falcon remarked, the devil
fish must be seen in all liis horrible mon
strosity to be fully appreciated. He would
not attempt tiny description of one, but
lie told a thrilling narrative of the man
ner in which himself and a companion
captured one. It was about 4 p.m., on
the 2d of last Alay, when the Falcon stood
off the mouth of Tampa bay, her only
occupants being her owner and master,
Caytain Falcon and Fred Dawson, of
South Haven, Mich., who had accom
panied the former on the cruise. The
trim and staunch little craft was bowl
ing along at a fair rate of speed, when
the captain discovered half a dozen devil
fish going over the surface of the water
faster than one of our harbor tugs when
running “wide-open” after a tow. After
repeated efforts to get near one of the
Mephistopheles of the Gulf, they finally
succeeded in approaching within ten feet
of a fellow of fair size, and Captain Fal
con seized a harpoon, and, with a well
directed effort, plunged it into the mon
ster so far that it penetrated its heart.
Nevertheless the big fish ran for deep
water as if satan himself was in him.
The line attached to the narooon was
paid out gradually and the yacht was
plunging through the water with an im
mense*: bone in tier mouth,” while in
the wake of the flying monster the seeth
ing and foaming sea was discolored with
the blood front the fatal wound. The
loss of blood weakened the leviathan so
that the captain and his companion were
enabled to check him, and lie was hauled
up alongside and raised sufficiently upon
the surface of the water to admit of a
close observation. “ Well,” said the
captain, bringing down his fist so as to
express the stronger his astonishment at
the sight, “it looked like the very evil
one himself His mouth measured
thirty-two inches in width and was
opened eighteen inches. From tip to
tip of liis ‘ suckers’ was sixteen feet, and
about the same length from the tip of
the nose to the end of liis tail, which was
three feet long. We cut him adrift and
let him go, thinking there was no life in
him, but he bobbed his head up and
down several times. Dawson said lie
would like to strike one, and, after sev
eral attempts, we succeeded in getting
alongside of One of the biggest of the
school. Fred drove the harpoon through
the rear part of the fellow, and he came
up on the starboard side and presented
himself in all his hideousness. I tell
you lie looked like the evil one himself,
as I have been led to believe liis Satanic
majesty appears, and he ran furiously
and fast, taking the Falcon along at the
rate of about twenty miles an hour. We
paid out the line and let him go boom
ing, and when lie got to the end of the
seventy-five fathoms—the length of the
line—he snapped it, like a thread and
sped on out of sight. Why, I believe
that fellow had ‘ suckers’ fully twenty
four feet across, and he was awful to
look at.”— Chicago Tribune.
How a Baring Man Saved His Life.
Of a Captain Akey,who killed a man in
Nevada recently, the Eureka (Nev.)
Leader tells the following story: At the
breaking out of the war Akey was mining
in Tuolumme county. California, and,
with, a number of -other residents, vol
unteered his services. A company was
raised, all good men, arid he was elected
captain. Much to their disappointment
the government decided to keep them
in California, and they were .ordered to
Humboldt bay. Akey’s head was
turned by the authority conferred upon
him, and he began a series of petty per
secutions which almost drove his men
mad. They bore it for months, until it
passed beyond the limits of endurance,
and then they resolved to end it. This
resolve took the form of a determination
never to obey another command of
Akey’s. This was nothing more nor less
than mutiny, and was punishable with
death; but the boys preferred that to the
tyranny under which they had groaned
and suffered so long.
An order had been received to proceed
from Humboldt bay to Red Bluffs, and
Akey went by the way ot the ocean to
San Francisco, while the company
crossed the mountains. They were en
camped on the bank of the Sacramento
river when he arrived, and the crisis
came as soon as he put his foot in camp,
lie called the company out on parade
and ordered all those who hart resolved
to repudiate him to step two paces on
the front. Ninety men, the entire
strength, firmly took the steps. The
sheriff of Tehama county was with him,
and, turning to that officer, he asked
if he would assist him in arresting the
orderly sergeant. The officer replied
that he would, and the two started to do
so, when they were both covered with
fifty revolvers, the ominous click of
which sounded painfully intense. The
sheriff took to his heels and never stop
ped until he reached the ferry, a quarter
of a mile distant, but Akey confronted
the angry men as coolly as if nothing
extraordinary was happening. The
color never left his face, nor did a tremor
disturb his equanimity, although he
fully realized that the men were thirst
ing'for his blood. Nothing hut his
bravery saved him. for they had fully
determined upon killing him, but as he
an his eyc-s up and down the line and
aid: “ Boys, the odds are too much.”
they respected his courage,dropped their
weapons and allowed him slowly to re
tire. The upshot of the affair was that
he was relieved of his command, and,
after an investigation of the circum
stances, was discharged from the service.
There was at first a determination on
the part of the government to court
martial the. soldiers, but the offence was
finally condoned and they served out
tlicir enlistment. It is the only instance
of the kind on record of a mutiny going
unpunished.
The Author of Cheap Postage.
Probably not one person in a thousand
in the United States is aware that the so
justly celebrated Sir Rowland Hill, who
was tlie means of the introduction of the
penny postage system into Great Britain
and Ireland, is still living. But such is
the case. Though born near Birming
ham in 1705. and consequently an octo
genarian and four years better, he is still
in good health and in the full possession
of his faculties.
The Court of Common Council of
London, having regard to the vast bene
fits conferred upon the commercial com
munity by those measures of postal re -
form with which his name will ever be
associated, has paid him a graceful com
pliment by sending a deputation to bis
house at Hampstead to confer upon him
the freedom of the city of London. The
veteran reformer replied at some length,
saying, among other things, that alerter
could now be sent from Egypt to San
Francisco for a smaller sum than in 1639
was charged on a letter coming from the
city of London to Hampstead a distan
of a few miles.
It was in 1837 that Sir Rowland pub
lished a pamphlet first developing his
new postal system; in 1838 it was re
commended by a parliamentary com
mittee tor adoption: and in 1840 penny
postage was carried into effect. In 1646
lie received a testimonial from the public
amounting to $66,800, and was subse
quently made secretary of the general
postoffice. —Chicagi N&rSi
TIMELY TOPICS.
The Science of Health says: “If farm
ers would avoid suddenly cooling the
body after great exertions, if they would
be careful not to go with wet clothing
and wet feet, and if they would not over
cat when in that exhausted condition,
and bathe daily, using much friction,
they would have little or no rheuma
tism.”
A Zululand letter says that the Prince
Imperial died fighting, and must have
sold his life dearly. In the right hand
of the corpse was found a tuft of hair, of
native fiber, while the path marked by
the Zulus in quitting the fatal spot was
stained for a huriflred yards with gouts
of blood, supposed to have dropped from
wounded men being borne away by tlieir
comrades.
The Scientific American says that the
narrowest gauge and the cheapest rail
way as yet brought out is that of D. B.
James, Visalia, Cal. Two stout bars of
wood, so laid as to leave a groove be
tween them, form the track. On this
track a wheel with a bulge in the mid
dle of its periphery that fits the groove
is used, the wheel having a broad flange
at each side of the bulge. One of these
wheels placed at each end of a plank
forms the ear. It is alleged that twelve
miles an hour can be got out of a wooden
railway of this construction; and that
its carrying capacity is very great. The
cost is estimated at one thousand
dollars a mile.
For a year or two past the newspapers
have been printing long lists of the great
and universal evils predicted by astrolo
gers and astronomers to follow a cer
tain extraordinary conjunction of four
planets in 1881. But now comes the
Washington critic with the assertion
that it litis interviewed Professor Simon
Newcomb on the subject, and he says
that there will be no such conjunction—
that instead of marshaling themselves
in an order unprecedented since the date
assigned to the creation of the world in
the Mosaic chronology, the planets dur
ing the year 1881 will continue the even
tenor of their way. and present no phe
nomenon'that can be considered at all
remarkable.
The Mexican government is trying to
replenish itsexhaAted treasury by levy
ing a heavy internal tax on the cotton
and woolen manufactures of that coun
try. These manufactures amount to
about $200,00,000 a year, and the
government thinks that the manu
facturers can afford to pay at
least $500,000 in internal taxes. In
order to protect the home manufacturers
from disastrous foreign competition, the
tariff on American and English goods is
proportionately increased. The new tax
is, However, very unpopular, the manu
facturers, tradesmen and people being
all opposed to it, as they are all affected
by it, and some of the manufacturers
threaten to close their mills altogotlier.
People who do not read the shipping
lists or have occasion to cruise about the
harbor, says a New York paper, may be
surprised to learn that of foreign vessels
arriving at the port of New York, Nor
way has more than any country save
Great Britain, and Italy follows closely
after Norway. Seamanship is not a mat
ter of climate in Europe. The Genoese,
the Neapolitan and the Sicilian take to
the salt water as readily as the dwellers
by the Norway fiords. The favorite
Italian build for vessels is the stubby
brig, but the Norwegians prefer the
bark, and usually model a more graceful
hull. Both nations are sharp competi
tors for the jobbing trade of navigaton.
Their vessels are small and are com
manded by shrewd, tliifty captains who
are quick to pick up a cargo for any quar
ter of the world if a trifling profit van
be earned. The cheap construction of
these crafts twtd the low wages of the
seamen enable them to earn money for
their owners at rates of freightage that
would be unprofitable for our well-built
and well-manned American ships.
Alany of them founder at sea every year
owing; to their flimsy build, but there
are plenty of new ones to take their
places.
The Mai Ninlii Shinbun, a Japanese
newspaper, tells a sSxiry which ought to
be interesting to ethnologists, who claim
that some of the American Indian tribes
are descended from persons who were
carried to this continent against their
wih by the storms of the ocean. About
forty years ago Yamamoto Otokichi, a
native of Onohara-mura Chitagori, in
the province of Owari, Japan, who fol
lowed the sea, was, while sailing with
two companions between Tokio and Na
goya, carried by a typhoon to the Ameri
can coast. They landed on the shores of
the Pacific, and were hospitably received
by the Indians. An English ship subse
quently took Otokichi back to Japan,
but the Japanese laws at that time for
bade any Japanese who had departed
from his country to return to it under
penalty of death. The English vessel,
therefore, took their passenger to Shang
hai. There Otokichi married. lie sub
sequently went to Signnpore, where he
resided until his death. He had one
son, who assumed the English name of
John W. Hudson, but it was the father's
earnest wish that he should go back to
Japan, and become a Japanese subject .
Mr. Hudson accordingly made an appli
cation to the authorities in Japan for
leave to be naturalized. The petition
was granted, and Mr. Hudson lias since
' been appointed to a government office.
Emigrant Icelanders.
Among the passengers landed at Cas
tle Garden, New York, by the ocean
steamer Anchoria, were fourteen fam
ilies of Icelanders, consisting of seventy
six persons. They are the first large
batch of Icelanders that ever arrived at
New York, and it is their intention to
go to Minnesota, where they will found
a colony, which will be further increased
by emigration if the pioneers should find
success in their new homes. They had a
very pleasant voyage, keeping altogether
apart from the other passengers, and
the only thing that happened to mar
their journey was the death of Kiesteum
Ryensen, an old lady of the party, who
died at sea iust previous to the ship’s
arrival.
The Icelanders seemed very much
pleased when they had been landed at
Castle Garden and expressed themselves
so to the interpreter. They complained,
however, of the warm climate, and,
seemingly, not without just cause, as
they were wrapped in heavy Arctic
clothing, which they seemed very re
luctant to relinquish. The party con
sists of about thirty middle-aged ..ersons
with a great many children. They all
spoke in the Norwegian tongue. The
men were short of stature and seemed
to be intelligent. They were dressed
in heavy pea jackets, coarse trousers,
thick flannel shirts and caps with ap
pendages for the ears. The women
wore woolen dresses and heavy woolen
shawls, and instead of hats they had a
sort of head dress consisting of a round
piece of black cloth resting on the top
of the head, from which depended a
long black tassel attached by a silver
band, which swayed to and fro in re
sponse to the movements of the wearer.
The children were also dressed in heavy
clothing and, # as well as the women,
wore moccasins instead of shoes. The
party bring some money with them,
one person having 51,“55 and the others
sums‘ranging from 5125 to §750. They
seem to be very simple and confiding
people, and were perfectly satisfied with
all that the authorities did for them in
the way of exchanging money and pro
curing railway passage. The Icelanders
left Castle Garden for Minnesota, by
way of the Pennsylvania railroad.—
New York Herald.
A Romantic Marriage.
A gentleman doing business at Benton,
California, was married recently at the
Ormsby House, in Carson, to a hand
some and charming young lady from
Boston. This alone would naturally
be considered a too commonplace affair
to be styled a romantic one, as men do
very often get married to charming
girls; some find that slate a path strewn
with roses, and others again find in it a
foretaste of the sulphuric existence.
The marriage referred to herein, how
ever, turns out to be a very happy one,
to which some real romance is attached.
A prominent government official who
recently visited this city was on the
train with the young lady, and from
him the following is gleaned : She was
very attractive, possessing a great fund
of refined humor and fascinating con
versational faculties; everything de
noted her to be an admirable young
lady. She stated that she came from
Boston, and had no hesitancy about in
forming those who asked respecting her
destination, that she expected to meet a
gentleman friend at Wadsworth, with
whom she would proceed to Carson.
Her manners were so captivating that
everybody on the train paid her great
attention; but one thing seemed to
puzzle her fellow passengers, and that
was a large bright red rose fastened to
the left side of her hat, which was so
far from harmonizing with the re
mainder of her modest and tasteful at
tire. When the train reached Wads
worth a gentleman boarded it. He was
neatly attired, with one exception, and
that was a flaming red silk handker
chief enveloping his neck. The young
lady from Boston cordially greeted the
gentleman, as if they had been life-long
friends. The odd coincident features
in the attire of both the lady and gen
tleman set the passengers on the train to
conjecturing as to what they signified,
and _ one gentleman who had been
specially kind and attentive to the
young lady was taken into her confi
dence, to whom she revealed the fact
that the gentleman with the red handker
chief was to be her husband. Neither
the lady or gentleman had ever met
before, in fact, had not even exchanged
pictures, but corresponded with each
other for a long while, until their ap
parent intellectual attainments had
formed a bond of affection $ which re
sulted in their marriage. It was stipu
lated that the gentleman should meet
his affianced at Wadsworth, and, to en
able them to recognize each other, the
lady was to wear the red rose in her
hat, and he to clothe his neck in a
similarly colored silk handkerchief.
This bit of romance soon made the
rounds of the whole train, and there
being no question as to the high re
spectability of the couple, they were the
recipients of the warmest congratula
tions and expressions of best wishes
from the other ladies and gentlemen on
the cars. Mr. B. and Miss G. were
united in marriage by the rector of St.
Peter’s Episcopal Church here. The
newly-wedded couple remained in the
city several days, and are now living at
Benton.— Carson ( Nev .) Appeal.
Where Two Lost Children Were.
John Henry, aged thirteen, and his
sister Alice, aged nine, left their mother’s
house, near Turkey Run, Pa., for the
purpose of picking berries. The children
were familiar with the mountain paths
for miles around their home, and conse
quently, when they did not return for
dinner, their mother was not at all fright
ened. AVlten the afternoon passed, how
ever, and the shades ot night were fill
ing, without the appearanee of the
youngsters. Airs. Henry became worried
and started out to look for them. After
wtmdering around till dark without
finding the children, Airs. Henry became
greatly frightened, and when her hus
band, who is a miner, returned from
work she insisted on his calling on the
neighbors to assist in searching tor the
lost ones. A number of neighbors were
notified, and, as the news spread rapidly,
a party of eleven persons soon started
out in search of the children. Alessen-
gers wereat once dispatched to Gilberton,
Shenandoah and Mahanoy City, to see if
the children had strayed to either of
those places. In the meantime, the
search was carried on industriously in
the hills that surround the home of the
little ones, but up to midnight no clew
to their whereabouts was discovered.
About this time the messengers returned
from the surrounding villages and re
ported that they could find no traces of
the children. The search was carried on
diligently, however, and between one
and two o’clock one of the hunters
named Peter 11. Mullen heard a faint
cry for help issue from a thicket on a
Hill just above the village of Gilberton
and on running in that direction, came
upon an old sink-hole, at the bottom of
which lie heard the children, who, in
answer to his inquiries, said they were
unhurt, but could not get out. Peter’s
shouts soon brought reinforcements to
the spot, and among them came Mrs.
Henry, the distracted mother, who had
spent the entire night in the hills look
ing for her little ones. Her joy on learn
ing that they had been found and were
uninjurejl proved more than her mind
could bear and she fainted. As the pit
in which the children were is about fifty
feet deep, and has perpendicular sides,
the children could not begot out with
out a. rope, so one of the party was dis
patched to Gilberton, and in about half
an hour lie returned with the desired
article. The rope was fastened around
Mr. Henry’s waist, and with a lantern
in his hand lie was Ibwered into the
black depths of the pit. The boy was
first hoisted up and then Mr. Henry and
the little girl. The children state that
they were picking berries when the bank
on which they were standing crumbled
beneath their feet, and they were carried
to the bottom. Strange to say, beyond a
few bruises and scratches, the little ones
were unhurt. The boy says the accident
occurred about nine or ten o'clock and
consequently they were confined in the
pit nearly sixteen hours. Fortunately,
the, sink-hole the children fell into did
not, like the majority, of such places,
contain water, or they would in all
probability have been drowned.—Potts
mlle (Pa.) Miners' Journal.
The Lack of Home Training.
The convict,Barrett,who was shot dead
m Sing Sing prison, is described by his
father as a ‘high strung” youth. It
appears that lie had been a barkeeper,
had fallen in with dissolute companions,
and was arrested and plead guilty to a
charge which was supported mainly by
the fact that he was wearing a stolen
shirt. His father now says that the
young man had borrowed this shirt from
one of his worthless friends, and that it
was upon his own advice, in order to
secure a short sentence, that his son
formally admitted that he was guilty.
The boy’s high temper and unregulated
disposition finally led to his death. It
seems a hard thing to say, but the
chances are that young Barrett would
have been a .curse to the community as
Jong as he lived,. He appears to have
had no home training; he had neither
learned a trade nor adopted any useful
occupation; he had become intimate
with evil associates: he was like an un
trained colt, and although he may not
have become absolutely vicious, yet his
unregulated nature and physical strength
made his acts as dangerous as they
would have been if they had sprung*
from deliberate malevolence. It is
obvious that aH the evil which befell
him later in life came from the idleness
and lack of training of his younger
years. Many other boys are growing up
in this and our other large cities impre
cisely the same circumstances. It is
from this class that our criminals mainly
come. If these boys could be set to
work at learning a trade or at farming
they might be saved; but without some
thorough and habitual discipline of this
kind they are pretty sure to come to
some bad end.— New York AV:ntV/ Po*t.
VOL. V. NO. 49.
FOR THE FAIR SEX,
New* ami Note* for Women.
The Duke Alexis says the American
women are the most beautiful in exist
ence.
Miss Harriet Hosmer, the American
sculptress, so long resident at Rome, is in
her fiftieth year. She was born in Water
town, Mass.
Mrs. Mary Ilowitt has received from
the English government a pension of
§6OO, in consideration of her literary
services.
Mile. Grevy, daughter of the president
of the French republic, is an excellent
shot, and habitually accompanies her
father in his shooting excursions.
Mrs. Gladstone has opened a “ home
for business girls” in London. The es
tablishment will accommodate twenty
live young women, who will be expected
to pay according to their means.
Fifteen years before the Revolution the
wife of Washington kept sixteen spin
ning wheels running, and saw the fabrics
made in her own house, under her own
direction.
A disconsolate wife tells the Detroit
Post that she does not believe that there
is a woman in the whole United States
that “ever got credit for raising a step
child.”
Maryland, Delaware. Virginia and
Louisiana are the only States now left in
which the male teachers outnumber the
female. In New Hampshire there are
five women teachers to one man, and in
Massachusetts eight to one.
A deputation representing the young
.maidens of Great Britain recently waited
upon the Duchess of Connaught, at Buck
ingham Palace, to present to her a hand
somely illuminated Bible as a gift of the
maidens of Great Britain.
Croquet has never become popular in
France, it seems, and the reasons given
are that French girls wear high-liee! ?d
boots even in tile country, ana that, as
.thirty or forty families live in one house,
and that house has nothing but a stone
paved courtyard, it is difficult to find the
required lawn accommodations.
The Pacific coast has just had its first
wedding where the marriage ceremony
was performed by a woman. Rev. Ada
C. Bowles of the First Universalist
church at San Francisco was the ofiieia
ting clergyman, Dr. Jennie Bearby, of
Oakland, was one of the high contracting
parties, no mention being made of the
man in the case.
The last English census gives the follow
ing figures with regard to the women em
ployed in the metal trade: Pattern de
signers, 137; surgical instrument makers,
230; gun finishers, 366; percussion cap
makers, 660; cartridge makers, 1,497;
machines maker, 243; file makers, 1,021;
cutlers, 837; scissors makers, 376; needles,
2,110; pins, 403; steel pens, 1,577; thim
bles, 144; goldsmiths’ and jewelers’
tiades, 3,022; plated wares, 704; copper
manufacture. 160; tin trade, 932: tin
plate workers, 1.883; brass trades, 1,887;
wire workei's, 497; lacquerers, 698; bur
nishers, 1,320; iron manufactories, 2,093;
blacksmiths, 436; nail makers, 10,864;
anchor makers, 910; press workers, 855;
screw cutters, 1,479.
Pars Millinery.
Directed to the fourth story by the co
cierge, I ascended and found myself in
regal apartments, sparkling in gilt, mir
rors, frescoes and laces. An infinity of
confections were upon exhibition, and,
though their construction justified the
prices, they exceeded what I was able to
pay. No bonnet lor less than twelve
dollars, and many for twenty-five, and I
should have turned away had it not been
for the courtesy of the accomplished sales
ladies—l may apply the word “ ladies ”in
its every acceptation—in manner, in ap
pearance and in education. Both hand
some, the younger past youth, the elder
had crossed the meridian of life, and yet
either of them would have “shaken the
saintship of an anchorite” by subtle
grace and liquid voice and talking eyes;
and so they succeeded in selling me a
bonnet.
How could I resist the influence of
two such seductive flatterers and liars?
They compelled me to be seated before a
mirror, and one bonnet after another
adorned my pate; for site was quite sure
she could suit madame. If one was too
costly, there was another hanging upon
the next peg, just as beautiful, for eight
teen francs less. If madame did not like
the rouge, madame should see herself in
the ccil-bleu; it was just madame’s color,
but then madame was so easily eoiffed;
madame was—ah,a belle in anything; and
then these two handsome, crafty females
indulged in a dissertation in their own
tongue, largely interlarded with English,
upon my constructive attractions. This
last roup d'etat clinched the bargain.
Tlie next “madame” wlio purchased
a more expensive article would be stiil
more beautiful, and would undoubtedly
hear her charms extolled in still more
winning tones. Still, I admire the rude
philosophy of these people; it made us
all happy; they sold their merchandise;
I went away in a state of beatitude, in
being compared to “ flowers and angels
and sunbeams, the calmness of moonlight
and the sparkle of champagne.” And as
I passed away toward the book shop my
meditations were upon the cruel fascina
tions of these French women. With me
their influence had been potential; what
would such sway be with the opposite
sex? I could only find little censure for
one who yielded to the spell, whether ex
ercised for good or evil.—“ Em'ly," in
Forney's Progress.
As to Hats.
A man’s hat, unlike a bonnet, is often
indicative of his character, for he is al
lowed to choose from a great variety of
styles that which best suits his tempera
ment or accords with his moral sense.
And yet a “ shocking bad hat” does not
always reveal a shocking bad character.
Hats, as well as dreams, often go to con
traries. Wendell Phillips' gray slouched
hat is no sign of any slouchiness in
Wendell, and the bright beaver of the
burglar is no indication of shining moral
attributes in the wearer. The chief
beauty of the modem hat is that it is
eminently useful. Sociates, whose cri
terion of beauty was adaptedness to use,
would have been delighted with such
hats as nine-tenths of modem men wear,
though we fear he would ask, Cui bonof
if presented with a beaver.
The ideal hat, perhaps, is yet to be
made, but we have come pretty near to
it. It keeps the head warm in winter
and cool in summer, it protects the eyes
and face from the sun, it is impermeable
to the rain and yet not to the air, it is
soft and yielding, it may be sat upon and
jammed into the pocket without injury,
and rolled in the dust or mud and come
out untarnished, and, above all, it will
endure the ravages of time. What more
does a man want of a hat?. Compared
with the ephemera] bonnet, it is “a thing
of beauty and a joy forever,” an epic
poem, ripening with the years. The.' •
fore, what man having worn an old 1 at
Straightway desireth anew? For lie
saith the old is better.— Springfield Unu n.
The Whistling Tree.
In the vegetable world there are many
notable productions, but one of the most
curious is a species of acacia, which is
found in Nubia, where groves of the
trees may be seen over 100 square miles
in extent. The Arabs call it the soffar
(i. e.. flute or pipe), in allusion to a pe
culiar property that this acacia possesses.
Owing to the inroads of the larvae of in.
sects, tie ivory-white shoots of the tree
are frequently distoited in shape and ;
swollen at their base into a globular,
bladder-like gall about one meu m di- ,
ameter. After the insect has emerged
from a circular hole this thom-hke shoot
becomes a kind of musical instrument, !
upon which the wind, as it plays, dis
courses music in the regular sound of the
flute The natives of the Soudan, on
account of the flute properties of the .
acacia, call it ths " whistling tret."
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Fulfillment.
Sometimes I think the things ive sec
Ashadows ot the things to In 1;
That what we plan we build;
That every hope that hath been crossed,
And every dream we thought was lost,
In heaven shall be fulfilled.
That even the children ot the brain
Have not been born and died in vain,
Though here unclothed and dumb;
But on some brighter, better shore,
They live embodied evermore,
And wait lor us to come.
—Phctbe Cu rt
ITEMS OF INTEREST.
The debt of the city of Paris now ex
ceeds $56,000,000.
Little Georgie Dobbie playfully set
fire to a heap of brushwood close to a
powder magazine at Marquette, Mich,
and the explosion killed him.
“ Had dime my way, oh, beauteous
maid, I’d steal a kiss!” he cried. “Tiier.
I’d do ten times worse than that—l’d
dollar!" she replied. —Eugene Field.
The Holly Springs (Miss.) South joins
the band with a blood-red snake, three
feet long, with two legs midwav the
body, and two dark spots the size c* a
dime on its hock.
A New York letter to the Chicago
Tribune says people will yet go from
New York to Chicago for a dollar. .But
will they get it when they arrive there?
that is the question.— Griswold.
The leg of Mrs. 11. A. Doty, a well
known lady of Bloomington, ill., was
broken by the contraction of muscles,
resulting from inflammatory rheuma
tism. The case is considered very re
markable by the physicians.
Bristol is tfie name of a town situated
on the dividing line of Virginia and
Tennessee. A fugitive from justice in
one State lias only to step across the
street and from the opposite pavement
laugh the officer.with his warrant to
scorn.
Bull-frogs in Jamaica like fire-flies.
Cruel persons who like bull-frogs catch
them by tossing toward them small red
hot pieces of charcoal. The silly bull
frogs mistake the pieces for fire-flies,
jump at them, eat them and are burned
to death.
An engineer on the Grand Trunk rail
way is said to have run a single engine
200,000 miles within a period of four
years and three months, without repairs.
This is said to be an unprecedented feat,
r.nd creditable alike to engine and en
gineer.
A common way of imposing upon ig
norant prospectors in the mining regions
of Nevada is to shoot gold filings into
the ground from a gun. Even brass is
made to serve the purpose, and by this
means many a worthless claim is sold at
a high price.
Nothing is lost in France. The orange
blossoms and grass in the public gardens
of Paris are sold to the highest bidder,
and at a country railroad station a visi
tor lately saw a sale of the grass on the
embankments. The purchasers were
peasants’ wives.
The importation of American leather
into Europe has increased over one hun
dred per cent, since 1873. In that year
Europe received 659,912 hides, and to
iudge by the exports from the United
States thus far this vear it will receive
at the close over 1,500,000.
Dairy products in -Greece are made
from the milk of sheep and goats. Of
sheep there are 23.000,000 in that coun
sry, and of goats 1,836,000. The .aver
age product of each animal is rated at
elewn pounds of cheese and two and
three-quarter pounds of butter.
“You love me?” echoed the fair
young creature, :is her pretty head oiled
the collar ot his summer suit. “ Yes,”
lie said, tenderly, “you are my own and
only—” “Hush!’’ she interrupted.
“ don’t say that—be original. Thai
sounds too much like Barnum’s show
bills. —Rockland Courier.
A party of men on their way by water
to Fort Assiniboine, Montana, came
across an immense herd ot buffalo. For
twelve hours the bufTalo were in sight,
and one drove swam the river in front
of the boat and the men succeeded in
killing three —a cow and two calves.
The l>oat traveled sixty milc-s before the
herd was lost sight of.
j There is said to lie one very picturesque
personage in Sitting Bull’s camp—a Nez
| Perce, named Step—so-called, it is sur
! mised, from the fact that lie has no legfi
j ,nd can’t walk an inch. His lower
! limbs, left arm and part of the right
hand have been frozen off. He is strap
i pod to his pony, and bis weapon is a
horse-pistol. Which he manipulates with
I the stump of his dexter fin.
A young lady graduate in a neighbor
; ing county read an essay entitled “ Em
i oloyment of Time.” Her composition
| was based on the text. “ Time wasted
:is existence: used, is life.” The next
| day she purchased eight ounces o/ zephyr
[ ofdifferent shades and commenced work
| ing a sky-blue dog with sea-green ears
| and a pink tail on a piece of yellow can
j 7as. She expects to have it done by
! next Christmas. — Norristown Herald.
\ The surgeon had prescribed a bath foi
a soldier who was ailing, and ordered
i that he be conducted to an adjoining es
i tablishment by a sergeant. At the end
S of an hour’s waiting at the bath-room
1 door, the sergeant, hearing no noise, en
i tered the room and found the soldier
i seated by the side of the bath-tub. The
water was as it was when the soldier
went into the room, except that its level
had been perceatibly lowered. “Ma foi,
j sergeant,” said the soldier, “you may
put me in the guard-house if you want
to, but I can’t drink another drop!”—
! French Newspaper.
; The practice of “ weighting” silks has
I begun to excite serious attention. Rome
idea of the extent to which silk adultera
tion is carried may be formed from re
j cent statements by Justus Wolff. He
says the public is made. to pay the ful
price for a material containing only one
-1 third of silk and two-thirds of sub
stances which are not. only, of little
I value in themselves, but injurious to the
: small quantity of genuine silk. “ I
know English manufacturers who send
i their silks to France to be dyed black
and then returned for working up. be
cause in France they are able. to increase
the weight of silk while dyeing it lc.u k
much more than they can do in Eng
land. The result of such practice is a
beautiful black silk fabric, changing into
rags remarkably quick in the possession
of the buyer.” He recommends analyses
of “weighted” black silk fabrics to be
made and the results published, with the
names of the firms manufacturing or
selling the adulterated goods.
Do Monkeys Swim I
A correspondent of fxmd and Water,
in replv to a question whether monkeys
swim, says: I was always under the
impression that they did not like wetting
their fur or hair, but at Sangur, Central
India, when I was stationed there I had
a little monkey that was exceedingly
fond of swimming and diving. One Jay
on taking him to the pond at the bottom
of my compound, he jumped off my
shoulder and dived (like a man) into the
water, which was three or four feet
deep; he had his chain on at the time
and when lie dived in the chain i-auglit
in some grass or root at the bottom and
kept the monkey down; he was just able
to ccme to the top of tlie water. Feeling
his chain had caught, he dived down,
undid the chain, and continued his
swim with the chain in his hand. He
swam just like a man as far as I could
ee from the motion of bts arms.
Several of my brother officers came to
see him swimming, of which fie whs
very ford, swimming very quietly, and
cunningly trying to catch the frogs that
lay floating oh the top of tlie water.