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Bv T. L. GANTT.
Shadow Land.
Far irons the waild that we live in to-day
Shadow land lies;
hfone know how far it ia, none know the way,
What are its boundaries no one can say,
Only surmise;
do one in lilo haa set loot on that shore,
Formed lrom the wreck of the sad ever more
Memory governs this shadowy land,
Oftt Reigning supreme;
imes there comes at her word ol command
Forms we have known Irorn the far distan
strand,
Faint a3 a dream;
Forms of those dear in the days which have
flown,
Forms of beloved ones in file’s morning known.
With them they bring long lost scenes of the
past,
Back to our view;
Pictures ol friendships not destined to Just,
Loves that grew weak ’neath adversities’blast
Painted anew;
Ridges and ripples’s time shifting sand,
Hidden till now in the far shadow land
— Tinsley’s Magazine.
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The shower was ended. A brisk
western breeze was rapidly tearing away
the gray thunder-clouds front the face
of tlie June sky, and t he sun shone down
with renewed fervor.
‘As hot as ’twas before the rain!”
exclaimed Mrs. Curtis, as she opened
her parasol and leisurely stepped t om
the Hey wood drygoods store in which
she had, half an hour before, taken
shelter from the storm.
“ Yes, it is ma’am,” said Mr. Brown
the proprietor, banding her the bundles
she had bought from him, and he
added: “ You’ll have a hot walk under
this brilin’-hot sun. Better run in to our
house an’ slay ter tea. You hain’t seen
the twins yet. Smartest little critters
ever was. Mrs. Brown’s gettin’ on
finely thanks; and will be glad to see you.”
I’d like to, but I must
hurry tiorne and can my currants. Be¬
sides, I wouldn’t undertake that long
walk through the pine wood after
dark for anything in the world It’s
gloomy enough in the daytime. Give
drop my respects in to your wife; tell her I’ll
soon and see her and the babies.
Good-day,” “ (
’ ,,0(| -'Iay,” said Brown, and be
as hi saw Mrs. Curtis hurrying
downthe street, “ Queer critter!”
Yes, by all the inhabitants of Ilev
wood, Mrs. Curtis was called peculiar,
the was upwards of fifty years, tall and
erect, with iron-gray hair, ruddy cheeks
and keen, dark eyes. And decidedly she
Was a person that minded her own busi
ness. She bad lived in Haywood over
live years, yet in all that time not asm
gle information person bad been able to gleam any
All that could concerning her past life.
she widow, ue ascertained was that
little was a childless and with a
aolc pi operty, consisting of a comfort
cottage surrounded by a few acres
land, and with a few hundred dollars
the Havwood bank.
Meanwhile, Mr. Brown returned to
ms counter to wait on a customer, and
Mrs. Curtis pursued her journey home¬
ward. For some dista .ee lier road led
the dusty highway, then she
into a little footpath through the
creek bridge, until meadow, then across the
the dense pine woods presently she came to
derv pleasing whose shade was
When to her.
about half way through the
woods she came to a small patch ot late
strawberries. She stooped to pick them.
Her brown, hard-working bands were
nearly when full of the luscious red berries,
her. a She rustling hastily and a footstep startled
instant iron-like glanced up. In an
her throat, an hand was clutching
Wildwood birds and—only the frightened,
could tell the rest!
About two miles from the village of
Creek Heywood, and on the banks of Briar
dwelt Peter Groat. He was a
German, lately who, with his family, had
previous come to America, and in the
autumn had bought a few
acres of land bordering (lie creek. Here
he had erected a small but eomfortab.e
house, and was. to all appearances, an
honest, hardworking man. The only
t hing that could be said against him by
a few grumblers was that lie was too
“close,” clinging tightly to his hard
earned pennies, and ever on the lookout
for more. But this was certainly ex¬
cusable when it was known that he had
a mortgage on bis farm, which together
with the want of a rapidly increasing
family, was enough to make any man
greedy of gain.
which it was the evening of the day on
rounded our by bis story wife began. and children, Peter, sur¬
sat
grass placidly plot smoking in front his of house. pipe on the little
Tlie supper had been eaten, the cows
milked, tlie pigs fed, the chickens
housed from thievish rats, and all the
family, young and old, felt entitled to a
season of rest Hans and Fritz were
turning somersaults on the soft grass;
Gretchen, the flaxen-h« ; rcd lassie, was
feeding a pet robin; Franz the six
months baby, was cuddled up to his
mot tier’s breast, contentedly smacking
his lips over bis evening meal.
The sun went down; the shadows
deepened. The clock in the distant vil¬
Groat lage struck the hour of eight- Peter
rose, shook the ashes from his
pipe, ”Ooiue. and said: The
kinder, it is late, dew
is “Vater! falling, and let’s to bed.” Hans
vater!” suddenly cried
and there Friiz, running up from the gate,
“ is a man coming in our yard—a
stranger!” Peter
the slowly sauntered down to meet
new comer.
He was an elderly man, with a tanned
ana witli rugged face, sandy hair sprinkled
gray, and dark, deep set eyes,
somewhat inflamed- His clothes were
to good material, although worn and
dusty with large travel- In his hand he car¬
ried a satchel.
ously. “Good-evening,” he said, courte¬
Groat. “ Evening to you, sir,”’replied Peter
i in a peddle ,’ said the man, speak -
ine in German, ““ I have sold nearly
ail tuy goods, and am on my way baes.
to Mew York. I got left by tlie train
and undertook to walk to the next sta¬
tion. I lost my way and find that I
will have to get lodgings lor the night.
Can you help tne»”
“The good book commands us to
show hospitality,” said Peter. “ And
although we are not rich, we never yet
turned away a benighted traveler. So,
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come in, and my frau shall get you
something to eat.”
The table *was soon!spread 'with a
neat, -white cloth, upon -which was
placed a platter of cold boiled meat,
garnished with vegetables, then a plate
of white bread, a roll of butter, a dish
of shining black raspberries and a plate
of spicy ginger cookies.
“ I feel too dirty to sit down to a
decent table,” said the traveler, wi»h a
smile. “ May I trouble you for a basin
of water?”
It was brought. As he took off his
coat preparatory to washing his face
and hands, Gretchen, who stood beside
him with a fresh towel in her hands,
uttered a slight scream.
“Blood!’ she cried. “ There’s blood
on your sleeves!”
The basin of water fell from the
stranger’s hands. His face shone white
through the glistening drops of water he
had dashed upon it. Then with an ef¬
fort, he said, careiessly:
“Ah, yes; th.se rocks by the creek
n o < L < ? U1 ^ a gasb * n m y shoulder. You
ee, blandly explaining, . “while I was
lost I thought I d try to cross the creek,
It was getting dark, and when I reached
the other side, I found it so rocky that I
could scarcely climb up. I got halfway,
then a sudden misstep made me fall. A
sharp piece of rock pierced my shoulder,
and, indeed, it has caused me consider
able pa!n.
*°° bad! said _ Frau Groat,
<< t I have , a soothing lotion which
Ut ^ ^ bed.” you
m w^TM ? n je ore S° to
‘ * hanks. And Ill goto bed right
after 1 ve hat, my supper, if you please,
or I am very tired. Besides, I will
have to rise early to-morrow morning,
so that I may take the first train.”
JThe next morning the whole family
was up in time to see their guest depart,
He partook with good appetite of Frau
Groats breakfast of ham and eggs; be
listened quietly and witii seeming rev
erence to Ins host as he react a chapter
trom the old, black German Bible and
offered up the usual morning prayer;
then, just as he was ready to start, he
inquired what he should pay for his
b ^™ aiu! °. in "‘
‘Oh, notings — notings! . You are
welcome to the bed and the bite!” said
Groat hertily.
<t t> \° J 1 re v O'Jkind, said the stranger.
lsut 1 teel that I ought to repay you in
some way. See here”—opening bis
satchel “if you will not let me give
mon.ey, P ra y do rue the kindness of ac
cepting these little tokens of gratitude
Here, Brau Groat, are two pairs of
stockings that would just fit your busy
feet, and here, Gretchen, is a bran new
piece ot calico, more than enough for a
dress, they are the only things I did not
sell, end I do not cave to lug them home
iigain.
1 he two women accepted his guts . with .
touch pleasure, and, with mutual ex
pressions kind of good luck, the traveler and
entertainers parted. The for
wore a blue-cheeked shirt of Peter
He left bis own behind him,
telling Frau Groat that it was too soiled
for wearing, but that she might keep it
exchange for the one she had given
U i^ ‘ 9 ^ 16 stranger s shirt was of ex
t material, with lim n bosom and
the worthy dame thought she had
good a bargain.
* ***** *
William Grayson, a farmer in the
that of Friday Hey wood, missed one of his
night, and early on the
morning set out to make
for her. He hunted through the
lands, followed the course of
creek quite a way, and finally enter
the pine woods. When about half
through, a brown object lying on
grass a little distance from him, at¬
his attention. Hewenttoit. It
long a large piece of wrapping paper, and
bit of twine was lying beside it.
paper was damp with drew, and, as
hand, son carelsssly turned it over in his
be observed some red spots on it.
He examined them more closely. They
were the bloody prints of a thumb and
1
lie looked around him keenly. He
noticed that the bank of ferns bor¬
the path was, in one place,
crushed and broken • He followed these
marks; they led him to the densest and
there, most unfrequent in hollow, part of the woods, and
a almost covered with
low underbrush, lay the body of a
woman. It was Mrs. Curtis, lying
and stark, with a bloody gash across
her throat!
Two hours later, a party of men was
haunting pine the leafy labyrinths of the
woods. They were endeavoring to
find the trail of the murderer.
An hour passed and they had met
with no success. Some of them had
gathered together for the purpose of con¬
sultation, when suddenly a cry from
one of their companions, who was a lit¬
tle distance from them, attracted their
attention.
“See what I have found!” he cried
dirty holding up a spool of thread. It was
and dingy, and wet with dew; but
Mr. Brown, tlie merchant, who was
with the party, recognized it at once, he
said:
“It’s one of the spools poor Mrs.
Curtis bought of me yesterday. It’s
pink, you see. She was real particular
about the color. She was piecing a
chair cusl ion, and wanted the right
shade. Now, it’s evident that the vil¬
lain who murdered her took this route
through the woods. See how the Hurry, ferns
are crushed dew this way.
we’ve got a clew now!”
Tlie trail led them out of the woods
into the meadow, and opened right into
the yard of Peter Groat. They were
going around to the back door to knock,
and ask if any ot the inmates had seen a
stranger lurking chanced about the premises,
when Mr. Brown to look in the
window.
A look of extreme consternation over¬
spread his ruddy lace.
“My God!” he cried, “see there!”
All turned and looked in the window.
The room was unoccupied. The
clock ticked cheet fully in one corner.
A cat was cozily curled upon a But chair
purring contentedly. on
table in the centre of the room lay
pairs ot stockings, and near them,
half unrolled, was a dresx pattern of
calico.
“That calico! ’said Mr. Brown, im¬
pressively—“ that calico is the identical
I sold Mrs. Curtis yesterday after¬
I shouui know r it anywhere.
peculiar, you see—a bunch of white
on a purple ground. It was all I
Besides, I should know the piece
on one end there is about a half
yard imperfectly printed, winch Mrs. has
in it, too. I remember I let
have it a bit cheaper on that ac¬
Now Peter Groat knows where
murderer is, or”—solemnly and
he did the deed himsell!”
T’ae party of men went silently and
to the back-door, and here they
LEXINGTON, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1880.
were horrified in finding fresh evidence
—Frau Groat was engaged in washing
a blood-stained shirt!
belonged, They sternly asked her to whom who it
but the poor woman,
could no speak Englisn, could only look
at them in a frightened way.
Her husband now earner in from the
garden, and him they sternly interroga¬
ted, while some of the more impetuous
boldly accused him of the murder of the
unfortunate Mrs. Curtis.
His frightened face, his confusion, his
incoherent utterance, his trembling de¬
nials were only so much more against
him. Besides, he knew scarcely any
more later, English than did his his wife, and the
when calm, story of
traveler who had stooped at his house
was received with disbelief and derision.
Poor, friendless and a stranger, things
looked very dark against him.
Weeks passed; his trial came. He
was sentenced to be hanged!
Rev. Mr. Marshall, rector of St. John’s
church, Brookdale, a village some two
hundred miles distant from Hey wood,
was in his study one September morn
ing, 1878. He was suffering out an at
tack of influenza which he had taken
the sick night parishoner. before while Consequentlycomply- on a visit to a
ing should with his wife’s request that Mr. he
do no studying or writing,
Marshall was lazily stretched on the
eight lounge in front old of a cherry fire. His
year son Tom was in room,
every now and then running up to his
father with some request. At last one
was: “ Papa, it’s Saturday, how shall I
spend the day? Wish I had a kite! Ho
you know how to make one, papa?”
“I used to, Tom. I don’t know
whether I’ve forgotten liow to do it or
not. Give me the newspaper on the
table, piease, and the scissors. Then
run out in the woodshed and get me
some of those sticks on the shelf, also a
hammer and small nails. Stay, don’t
be in such a hurry; ask Hannah to
make a little flour caste.”
Tom Lurried away, and while waiting
for him to return, his father glanced
over the columns of the newspaper he
was cutting. It was one that his friend,
Mr. Brown, of Hey wood, had sent him.
His eyes chanced to fall on these words:
“The German, Peter Groat, who
murdered Mrs. Curtis, has been sen
tenced to be hung on the second Friday
in next month. Groat, althougn a stran
ger, was supposed to be a respectable
man and one not at all capable of per
petrating such a horrible crime. But
the evidences of his guilt are most con
elusive. The morning after the murder
his wife was found washing a bloody
shirt, also a knife stained with blood
was found hidden near a woodpile. Be
sides'goods belonging to the murdered
woman were found in Groat’s house,
The only thing missing is a curious old
snuff-box of some black wood, quaintly
carved in the shape of a toad. Her name,
Hepsibah Curtis, is engraved inside.
But without this, the eviaen.ee is strong
enough to hang him.”
“ Poor fellow! ” murmured Mr. Mars
hall, as he laid down the paper. “It
makes one dread to read the news-one
eom<s across so many horrors.”
“ Pap t! papa! you needn’t mind about
the kite now!’ cried Tom, rushing in
with shining eyes. Uncle George just
called me over to his house—he is going
May fishing, go? and says he will take me along,
I
“ If mamma is willing.”
“ She is. I asked her. And I’ve
been digging grubs and fish-worms—
for bait, you know. But see what a
nice bait-box I’ve gut.”
“ An old snuff-box. Where did you.
get it?”
: Myron Mason gave it to me.”
t Who is Myron Mason?”
: work Oh, a new man Uncle George got
to in his garden. He’s gathering
pears and trenching the celery. Myron
was a tramp «rlio came along, but he is
real nice. The box is nice, too. See
what a funny shape it is!”
“A toad. Quick! Let me see, Tom!”
Mr. Marshall had not closely ob¬
served the box until now, and it was
with trembling fingers that he opened it
“Hepsibah Curtis” was the name en¬
graved on the inner cover!
Mr. Marshall's face was white, but
his voice was calm, as be said:
“Tom, just run over and tell your
Uncle George to come over here a few
minutes—I want to talk witu him on a
little business.”
Three days later Myron Mason, alias
Jasper Armand, Mrs. was arrested for the
murdsr of Curtis.
He made no resistance; he told no
falsehoods; he simply confessed the
whole affair, stating that he had mur¬
dered the woman out of revenge. Ten
years before the two had lived in a
distant town. He had always been
wild aud dissolute, but had been the be¬
trothed of Mrs. Curtis’ sister, a gent’e
and lovely woman. Mrs. Curtis had
opposed the match, knowing that it
would cause her sister a life of misery.
Also, finding that Armand belonged to
a gang of counterfeiters, she promptly
gave evidence against him.
He was condemned to ten years’ im¬
prisonment. This he bore patiently,
mentally vowing that, when released,
he would at once wreak vengeance on
the woman who had foiled his plans
and blighted his life.
When the time w:>s expired and the
prison doors opened to let him pass out,
he found that the woman he loved was
dead and that the woman be hated was
living in Hey wood. Thither he went.
He h id seen Mrs. Curtis go to town,
had concealed himself in the woods to
await her return. Pie did not take the
articles she carried merely for the sake
of robbery, but to have suspicion point
its finger at some other party. At the
conclusion of his confession, he said that
he had no desire of concealing it any
longer. His life was made wretched by
the horrible crime he had committed,
and death and exposure were not un¬
welcome. The next day after his con
finement in the jail he was found dead
ir. his cell. He had ended his life by
poison.
As lor Peter Groat he was at once re¬
leased, and all the inhabitants of Hey
wood strove to express their regret and
regard for him. but to these Peter only
shock his head, saying:
“ He did not care for to live in a'blace
where de foiks vas so ready to plieve
him a pad man!” So he sold his little
home, packed his goods, and. with his
wife and children, rnovtd to the Far
West, where, it is to be hoped, in spite
of sweet charity’s sake, he was more
careful in entertaining benighted travel¬
er!
Frank Lord, of New York, who is so
skillful with his pistol that he cuts in
twain a card thrown up edgeways, is a
lion in Paris.
GERMAN DUELISTS.
And Their Mode* of Carvinje and Hack¬
ing Each Other.
Dueling students is now practiced among the
German to a greater extent
than ever known before. The follow¬
ing description written by a scholar of
Cambridge, and published in the Lon¬
don Times , .gives a graphic account of
a recent encounter:
To-day I have seen vivisection; but
it was voluntary vivisection—I mean
some German students fighting duels
and making butcher’s meat of each
other’s faces. We went into a beer gar¬
den, in which was a shed, used for
music. Groups of students and other
men and boys were seated about un¬
der the trees at tables; the students of
the fighting corps, known by their little
colored caps, were in the house or saun¬
tering about, for there had been one
duel and the faces were being sewn up.
Presently a crowd walked out of the
house, and every one ran to the shed
and looked in. The combatants were
not corps not
much practiced hands. They came tor
ward, shields bandaged up, with great ugly
over their bodies, spectacles
over their eyes, and the right arm twice
the natural size by reason of the wrap
pings. They looked extremely uncom
Portable, pale and trembling. The
students hold up their right arms before
starting, for they may never lower
them below the shoulder. Everything
is :ao\v ready. A couple of seconds
stand behind and hold their swords.
On guard!” “ Let loose!” They begin
tosiash. They fight very badly, slash¬
ing at one another as hard as they can;
the swords are old, hacked, soft iron
things. After some four strokes “ Halt”
is cried. Blood is drawn; then they go
at it again, after every four or five hits
fresh blood being drawn and the swords
being straightened afresh. So they go
on, and the spectacle gets more and
more horrible. Tlie blood at first comes
trickl ng down the face on to the collar,
a great hairy thing which soon becomes
sopping; then it falls on to the shirt, the
breast of which becomes also sopping.
On and on they go, getting very ner¬
vously excited, so that one man can
gulp in the water which mouth” they
There him wherewith to wash his
are a hundred or more spectators
whom are two or three women
a little girl and boy. A lot of corps
stand round with ugly, seamed
faces. One tall, small-headed fellow,
face covered with scars, keeps the
time. At last it is decided that they
have fought enough, and they go out;
but there are five more to follow, so we
for another bout. This time they
two corps with students, practiced
fighters—one a red, and the other
with a green cap. They have never
known one another, but they soon get
worked up into frenzy. This duel is
more horrible than the last One
the combatants is a big, vulgar-look¬
ing fellow, his face already nastily
The other, a little lame man
with a ha f sized mustache. These
slash away some dozen times
before they hit. It is announced
that the duel is to last thirty
unless a bad hit is made.
Again a few small cuts come first, and
then more and more. The big man has
his 1 p cut again and again, and his
forehead and cheek; the little man is
even worse. Soon after each round the
doctor has to sop up their faces with a
sponge. The blood pours down; some
students bread standing by drink beer and eat
and sausage. They get so tired
tliat after each round they lean down or
sink into chairs, their right arms being
stil! held <ut They slash so fearfully
hard that their swords strike fire and
get bent into semicircles. It is so
hideous that I cannot look, but turn
away, hear squeeze tight my eyes, and only
the continual cries, ‘ On guard!”
“ Make ready!” Otl!” and then the
clashing of swords, until a dull thump
is heard and the men cry, “ Halt!”
This goes on for more than half an hour.
I can only see the face of the big man;
its ugliness surpasses anything I have
ever seen ; his big lips open, the lower
one nurple. very bloated and hanging;
the nose swollen and bloated; the race
a dull red color, save where it was
streaked with the dark red blood. His
eyes and his wi re hair goggly. staring and bloodshot.,
had been brought over the
forehead to stick together the gashes.
With such a face he stood limp against
slouching a chair, with drooping shoulders,
about figure, and blood dropping all
him f om his matted hair to the
bio id-dripping nose, the streaming
mouth and the red s art. At last the
little man gave the other wliat they call
a deep cut on the forehead, and the end
is announced; the small fellow was
beaten, for he was too weak to go on. I
now ior the first time saw his face; I
never ported saw anything so dreadful. Sup¬
ofl, by some students, he hobbled
more than halt his tace literally one
sheet of blood; the mustache crimson,
the t lack hair rinsed, the collar and
breastpiate covered with wet and half
congeaied blood, and underneath the
remains of former contests. As he
walked off I felt such disgust as I never
remember leeling before. There were
two more to come, hut I could stand it
no longer, and came away But I am
glad doubt to have seen this dueling. No
it requires a considerable amount
of dIuck; but anything so utterly
and unspeakably hideous I have never
Delore seen. And this is manly and
chivalrous, they say! The unpleasant
accompaniments oi chivalry intensified,
and without a spark of its beauty.
The tare of sponges.
aftected Sponges long slimmest*, in use are sometimes
wit.i which is caused
by the sponge not being wiur.g as dry as
possible after use When this has .nee
formed, ii increases rapidly. A L mdon
paper says that odcoI the most effectual
tainly rteipes ior c.eant-iug sponges, and cer¬
one of the cheapest, is a strtmg
solution ot salt and water, in which they
should soak for a few hours, and then
be thoroughly dried. Sponges should
not be ielt in a sponge dish; ihey should
be kept suspended where the air tan
freely c rculate around them, Quick
evaporation ot thed impness is the main
thing to keep tLern in good order.
Apple Custard —Two eggs, six
tabk-spoonfu b. s -ugar, one cup cream;
at tne mixture thoroughly and flavor
s' flavoring lonely witn lemon, unless some other
is preferred. Then take a tea
cuptui of stewed apples, mash th< m,
and add them to the oth*-r ingredients;
make crust and bake same as egg dis¬
cards. They are delicious.
Monkey Life in India.
"SSEJZ
rites. In the early morning, when the
the peasant goes out to yoke hit oxen, and
stretches crow wakes up and the doo
himself and shakes off the dust
m which he has slept all night the old
only monkey half creeps down the peepul tree
about him, awake, and yarns and looks
and scratches puts a straw in his mouth.
Then himself contemplativelv'
ore down by one the whole family come
slipping all the tree trunk and scratch
But yawn and look about and
they are sleepy and peevish and the
begin youngsters get cuffed for nothing Yet’ and
to thins life dull the
toilet has to be nerformpd
whether they like it or not the
young ones are sternly pulled up, one by
one, to their mother to undergo the pro
cess. The scene, though repeated ex
actly every morning, loses nothing of its
delightful brats comicality, and the monkey
seem all to be in the ioke of ‘ tik
mamma.” But mamma
young herself not so very long a<*o and
treats each ludicrous affectation of suf
and, fering with the profoundest unconcern
as she dismisses one “ cleaned
hand youngster with a cuff, stretches outlier
for the next one’s tail or leg in the
most business-like and serious manner
possible. The youngsters know their
turn quite well. As each feels the mo
ment arrive, it throws itself on its
stomach. as if overwhelmed with an P r-
hension, the others meanwhile stifling
their satisfaction at the way “ so
and-so is doing it,” and the instant
the maternal paw is extended to
grasp experiment the tail, the subject of the next
throwing its utters a forward piercing shriek, and
allows arms in the dust,
itself to be dragged along a limp
and helpless carcass, winking all the
time, no doubt, at its brothers and sis¬
ters, at the way it is imposing on the
old lady. But the old lady will stand
no nonsense, and turning the child right
side up, proceeds to put it to rights,
takes the kinks out of its tail and the
knots out of its fur, pokes its fingers
into its ears and looks at each of his
toes, the irrepressible brat wearing all
the time on his face an absurd expres¬
sion ox hopeless and incurable grief,
those who have been already cleansed
ing looking farce on with delight at the scream¬
and those who are waiting
wearing a becoming aspect of enormous
gravity. Tlie ola lady, however ha3 her
joke too, which is to cuff each young¬
ster before she lets it go, and nim¬
ble as her offsprings are, she gener¬
ally, to her credit be it said, manages to
“fetch them one on the ears” before they
are out of reach. The father, mean¬
while, sits gravely with his back to all
these domestic matters, waiting for
breakfast. Presently the mats befoi e the
hut doors are pushed down, and women,
with brass vessels in their hands, come
out, and while they scour the pots and
pans with dust exchange between songs
the compliments of the morning. The
monkey's by this time have come closer
to the preparations for food and sit
solemnly, household by household; Hindoos
watching every movement.
do not hurry themselves in anything
they do, but the monkey has plenty of
patience, and in the end, when the crow
ha* stolen a little, and the dog has had
its morsel, and the children are all sat¬
isfied? the fragments of the meal are
thrown out on the ground for the
“ bhunder ogue,” the monkey people,
and it is soon discussed, the mother
feeding die baby before she eats her¬
self.
Old Things.
Do you know, anyhow, I don’t fee
much reverence for old things that are
simplv oid ? boorish, I suppose but it I is heathenish help
and awfully can’t it.
A man shows me a teapot or a tooth¬
brush and tells me his grandmother used
them fifty-six years and that was one
hundred and sixty-two years ago. I
can’t uncover my head, and go down be¬
fore the venerable relic on uy bended
kn es, in a spirit of veneration. I feel
more like teliinehim it was time the old
girl g it new ones. Family relics, like
family babies have no sort of interest for
any outside of the family. Here, the
other day a man bought an old spinning
wheel. “ One hundred and twelve years
old,” he told me, proudly, and he was
going to take it home, and set it up in his
library and never part *fith it. And for
the lile of me, I couldn’t see why. It
hid no interest in the world for him
beyond its age. He might have gone
out into the street and picked old up with a
boulder two thousand years
just as much local and historical inter¬
est for him as the spinning wheel. But
that the former owner ot the spinning
wheel should sell it for money, that did
surprise me. It had a world of memo
ries for him lie could touch the
treadle and the whirring wheel
would croon out the same old mono
tone that had droned its drowsy accom
panimert to t e cradle songs that had
hushed him to sleep in his baby days;
it would s ng to him in his manhood
and in the long evenings of his old age,
ot a white-haired “grandma” and a
mother with patient face and beautifu.
eyes: it wouJd sing of a thousand oid
time memories and forgotten races; it
would repeat snatches ot old songs, and
old turgotte.. tender words for him; it
wou d sing how the tender mother’s face
gr c w patient and sad and careworn as
the years went on. and the beautiful
eves were faded with tears and dimmed
with watching and the loving hand
fainted with weariness unsil at ast one
day the wairring wheel stood still, and
its silence spread a great heavy quiet
all over the old Dome, only broken now
and then by low, soft breathing whis¬
pers and the sobbing of motherxess
children in the little rooms; by and by
tlie tremulous voice ot the white-haired
pastor, and then homely voices singing
some grand old hymns of the death less
faith that motber'died in, the snffling
leet fu the bearers, and then nothing in
the darkened room but a creeping ray
or sunshine falling in through the blind,
•nd a quiet so deep that the hum of the
bees in the old-fashioned vines trailing
about the window had a strangely
plaintive sound. How the man whose
grandmother and mother sat at that
busy v> heel, couid sell it, 1 cannot un
dei stand But what it could be to the
man wno bought it, is fully as great a
mystery, It will sing none ol those
songs to him It would be like a man
ta king Bengalee to a Spanish parrot.—
Burdette.
DuringalatebaH ) >u ascension a speed
o n i ess than 120 miles an hour was
attained.
YOL. YI. NO 20.
The Birth of a Spanish Princess.
™
the Duke of Sexto,the lord chamberlain,
^ ho ^mediately ordered the command
mg officer of the halbardiers of the guard
$° ! end ei « ht y messages to request the
in ? ta nt attendance at the palace of the
mimsters » tbe diplomatic corps ana the
native fc be personages named by royal their order
? Present at the birth. Before ar
^val . King Alfonso, ex-Q,ueen Isabella,
Prm ceS of Asturias the Arch
duchess » T Isabella u and the ladies of the
W bedchamber a ! household of had the queen, assembled with in the the
close ^ ustr , b la y» n were physician. the two In wet another room, from
nurses
Santander, in their pretty costumes of
ve | vet ski f ts and bodies, braided with
™, e mterior of the palace was a scene
? f * greafc anima tion. The guards came
to occu ? y tbe gates and line the stair
CaSe 5 nd ant echamber. Then came the
g ran dees, chamberlains and military
household, who in fine uniforms filled
the & alleries - Anxious expectation was
°S every countenance. As carnage
aft ?- r carria . f e amve £ with personages
na ^ ve and torei -g?> »}\ appearing m full
inform except the United States and
oU th American representatives, the
lord , , chamberlain , conducted them to the
antec hamber next to the chamber;ot the
flower of the a Spanish ^ nlll . a V t nobility as ^ bla Mar- ^ of
.
sfc .7? and generals, knights of noble and
military orders in medieval cloaks and
rich costumes, judges, prelates, civii and
military authorities, the mayor and al¬
dermen of Madrid, forming a striking
contrast with senators and deputies, in
plain evening dress amid the splendid
ceremonial that revived all the gorgeous
etiquette of the house of Bourbon in the
eighteenth century. Motionless as
statues in the doorway stood the halber
dierf and musketeers in the gala costume
of the time of Louis XV. Busy curiosity
reigned the in the brilliant gathering, and
most intense anxiety was felt for the
royal sufferer in the bedchamber, until
Austrian physician was able to in¬
form King Alfonso that the queen was
The delivered.
ancient usages of the monarchy
that directly after the birth the
of the bedchamber should be
open to let the king present his
to the assembly in the antecham¬
ber, and Alfonso strictly conformed to
practice. A few minutes after the
chamberlain had announced the
to the distinguished personages
king entered, bearing himself, on a
fine gold tray, his child, and while all
eagerly bent forward to gaze the veil
that covered the royal infant was raised
and every one looked at the child—a
strong, Alfonso healthy baby princess. King
received hearty eongratulationd
especially from the foreign envoys ans,
ministers. Before any one departed
the minister of grace and justice pre¬
pared a deed recording the birth, and it
was signed by many witnesses accord¬
ing Deum to precedence. for Then a solemn Te
the happy recovery of the
queen was sung in l. chape
of the palace by the cardinal pri
mate and the patriarch of the In¬
dies, in the presence of a numerous
attendance of the nobiiity. Directly
after the presentation of the child the
Duchess Medina de las Torres, the chief
governess, which conveyed her to apartments
had been prepared in the story
below the royal bedchamber, and con¬
sisting bedroom of an antechamber, saloon and
for two wet nurses, together
with a bedroom for Senora de Tacon,
who had also acted as governess to King
Alfonso twenty-three years ago. The
bedchamber of the princess is large and
furnisned very simply with cretonne
curtains and sofas. In the wardrobe
immense chests are filled with magnifi¬
cent lace, made in Madrid and abroad
from patterns prescribed by Queen Isa¬
bella and the Archduchess Elizabeth,
the mother of Q ueen Chri stine.
A Western Si age Driver.
He is the conductor, engineer, fireman
and brakeman ; he is tlie captain of the
ship, its complement of officers and
crew, and when he gathers up his lines v
unwinds his whip-lash from his stock,
and til he “ pulls out.” he is the “ boss ” un¬
reaches the end of his route. His
coach is nut run by telegraph; he does
not wait at stations for orders to “go
ahead;” he goes fast or slow as he
pleases. And the stage driver generally
knows his own importance and makes
his passengers feel it. If you get on the
right side of him he will crowd the
journey if full of interest and pleasure, hut
he conceives a dislike or contempt for
you, the sooner you get a seat inside the
coach the better it will be for you- A
majority of the western stage drivers
are middle-aged have lived men (less hundred than fifty),
but they one years
if time was only measured by the experi¬
ence they have had. It is rare to meet
one row-a-days who did not drive on
the old overland route, and many of
them served their Missouri apprenticeship in the
States east of the river before
that route was established. To hear a
man whose hair has not yet begun to
turn gray tell of his adventures on
the plains and in the mountains, be¬
fore there was a Pacific railroad, is to
me almost like listening to a soldier of
the revolution describe the battle of
Bunger Hill. One period seems little
more remote than the other to one who
never saw this country until he could
come here by rail, and to our children
they will be equally remote Though periods uni¬ of
the romantic past. not
formed there are certain peculiarities in
the way the sta?e drivers wear their
cotbes that, though difficult to de
scribe, are unmistakable. But there is
more in the manner than in the cress.
They sit upon the box as though they
were a part of it; they hold the reins
in a certain way, and the butt end of
the whip, when not in use, lies loosely
between the thumb and forefinger of the
right hand, while the top rests across
the lines.
These fellows are generally rough and
profane, but they are men ot undoubted
neive, brave as a lion and full of re¬
sources when in danger or difficulty.
Toward ladies they : re almost without
exception, polite and gallant. To their
friends they are as true as steel, and
there is a sense of honor prevalent
among them that makes them remark¬
ably trustworty. “ l treat every man
white who treats me white, and don’t
you forget it.” said “Frank,” the
driver, to :~ilver Cliff, the other day in
speaking of his relations with bis em¬
ployers. “They always done wnat’s
rigut by me, and I can’t kick,”
added. And this was said in a way
which showed that he meant it
Lake Tribune.
A Curious Way to Deaden Fain.
The Medical Record contains a notice
of a new and curious method of deaden¬
It ing pain which is of striking simplicity.
was discovered by Dr. Bonwill, a
dentist of Philadelphia, in 1875. In 1876
Dr. A. Hewson made a favorable report
of his experience with it to the inter¬
national medical congress, and at a re¬
cent medical meeting society of the several Puiladelphia county read
papers were
on the subject, and much discussion fol¬
lowed. In using the method, the opera¬
tor rapidly, merely requests the patient to breathe
making about 100 respirations
per minute, ending in rapid puffing ex¬
pirations. At the end of from two to five
minutes an entire or partial absence of
pain results for half a minute or more,
and during that time teeth may be drawn,
or incisions made. The patient may be
in any position, but that recommended
is lying on the side, and it is generally
face to prevent distraction of the pa¬
tient’s attention. When the rapid
feel breathing is first begun the patient may
some exhilaration; following this
comes a sensation of fulness in the head
or diziness. The face is at first flushed,
and afterward pale or even bluish, the
heart beats rather feebly and fast, but
the sense of tquch is not affected, nor is
consciousness lost. The effect is pro¬
duced in females more dreaily than in
males, and in the middle-aged more
easily than in the old; children can
is hardly be made to breathe properly. It
denied that there is any possible dan¬
ger. Several minor operations, other
than frequent dental ones, have been
successfully claimed made by this method, and
it is that in dentistry, minor
surgery and obstetrics it may supplant
the common anmstlietics. Dr. Hewson’s
explanation is that rapid breathing
diminishes the oxygenation of the blood,
and that the resultant excess of carbonic
acid temporarily poisons the m rve cen¬
ters. Dr. Bonwill gives several ex¬
planations, one being the specific effect
of carbonic acid, another tne diversion
of will force produced by rapid volun¬
tary muscular action, and third, the
damming up the blood in the brain, due
to the excessive amount of air passing
into the lungs. The Record is not satis¬
fied with the theories, but considers it
well proved that pain may be deadened
by the method, which it commends to
the profession for the exact experi¬
mental determination, ot its precise
value.
The Queer Fisherman.
The otter is admirably adapted to its
aquatic habits. Its body is long and
flexible, with a long, tapering tail,
which serves as a rudder in the perform¬
ance of the evolutions of the animals
under the water. The limbs are short,
but very muscular and powerful; and
the feet, which consist of five toes
each, are webbed., so as to serve as pad
dl< g or oars. The eyes are large, the
ears short, and the lips are provided
with strong whiskers. of The covering
consists of two kinds fur—an v.nder
vest of close, short waterproof wool,
and an outer vest of long, coarse, glossy
hairs. Shy and recluse, the otter is
nocturnal in his habits, lurking by day
in its burrow, which opens near the
water’s edge, concealed among the tan¬
gled herbage.
Voracious, active and bold, it is noto¬
rious for its de; ^stations among the fish
i our rivers and lakes, which are not
protected from this foe, either by the
element in which they live, or by the
rapidity of their motion in it. Like
them, the otter is at home in the water,
swimming at any deptu with the tmost
velocity.
Many instances are upon record of the
successful employment of tame otters for
angling purposes. Bishop Heber relates
that at Pondicherry, on the banks of the
Matta Colly, he saw a row of nine or ten
very large and beautiful otters, tethered
with straw collars and long strings to
bamboo stakes. Some were swimming
about at the full extent of their strings,
or lying half in and half out of the
water; others were rolling themselves
in the sun on the sandy i ank, uttering a
shrill, whistling noise, as if in play. The
bishop observes that most of the fisher¬
men in the neighborhood kept one or
more ofthese. ani uals, who were of great
use in fishing, sometimes driving the
shoals into the nets, and sometimes
bringing out the larger fish with their
teeth.
Eccentric Animals.
The subject of a depraved taste in
animals is an interesting one which has
not been studied as mueh perhaps as it
might. In human beings it would seem
to depend on ill health of either body or
mind, but in animals it would seem as
if it might be present and the animal
enjoy good health. One remarkable
instance in an herbivorous animal we
can vouch for. It occurred in a sheep
that had been shipped on board one of
the P. and O steamers to help to supply
the kitchen on board, but while fatten¬
ing it developed an inordinate taste for
tobacco, which it would eat in any
quantity that was given to it. It did
not care much for cigars, and altogether
objected greedily devour to burnt ends; half chewed but it would of
the cud
a sailor or a handful of roll tobacco.
While chewing there was apparently no
undue flow of saliva, and its taste was
so peculiar that most themselves of the passengers feeding
on board amused by
it, to see for themselves if it were really
so. As a consequence though in a fair
condition the cook was afraid to kill
the sheep, believing that the mutton
would have a flavor of tobacco.
Another very remarkable case has
just been communicated to U3 by Mr.
Francis Goodlake; this time a flesh-eat¬
ing animal in the shape of a kitten,
about five months old, who shows a
passionate fondness for salads. It eats
no end of sliced cucumbers dressed with
vinegar, even when hot with cayenne
pepper. After a little fencing it has
eaten a piece of boiled beef with mus¬
tard. Its mother was at least once seen
to eat a slice of cucumber which had
salt, pepper, and vinegar on it. The
kitten is apparently in good health, and
its extraordinary taste is not easily ac¬
counted for. Even supposing it onc8
got a feed of salmon mayonnaise, why
should it now select to prefer the dress¬
ing to the fish ?
“You may become very much attached
to a young dog the first day vou own
him,” observes the Boston Post , “ out
the second day, when you get up and
find that he has devoted the night to
chewing a hole in the soia pillow and
that feathers can be found in any part
of the room, you don’t feel so sure that
you love the animal.”