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A TERRIBLE LIAR. *s* Mail Who CraU Oi>l-l>rniiHrai. Kll l-rrkl.n Jo.. Mulholiau. or Tom OeUllttr. ‘‘He was tlieorfulest liar I over 81*611," ?• °' Leftr 3’ ns I*o returned from ms friend’s funeral. “ Why, lie told me once that lio lived on a small island out in tho Pacific Ocean, on which there was a volcano. And he said there was an active demand out in that region for watermelons, and lie went into the busi ness of raising them. And he said one year his whole crop failed except one melon, and that kept on growing at such a fearful rate that it crowded him ofi* tho lowland and up on tho side of tho vol cano, which generated steam and caused an explosion which blew up the wliolo concern to atoms, and shot him four hundred miles out, to sea, where he was picked up by a whaler. He used to toll mo that the one great mistake of his lifo was that he didn't drive a plug in tho crater of the volcano so as to make it water-tight, and then slice open tho watermelon and come sailing home on the half-shell. "Ho would lio. lie said that onco he was cast nw'ay on an iceberg, with no baggage but n pair of skates and a fish ing pole. Hut he skated around until he came across a dead whale, frozen into the ioe. Ho he took oft’ his shirt—it was night for six months that year up there —tore it into strips for a wick, ran the strips through the bamboo fishing-rod, stuck the rod into the fat of the whale, and lit the other end. He said it burned splendidly, and the iceberg rellectod the light so strongly that it was as bright as day for forty miles around, and one ves sel ran into the berg, thinking it was a light-house. He said ho sold the ice berg to the captain for fifteen thousand dollars, and the captain split it up and took it. home, and made two hundred per cent, profit disposing of it to ice companies. “Lio ? Well, sir, he boat any man I ever came across. Told me that once out in Nevada a mountain lion attacked him, with his mouth wide open. He had presence of mind enough to grab it by the tongue and pull. The lion roared with pain, but ho did his level best at pulling, and pretty soon the tongue began to give and the tail to shorten, and directly out they came, the tongue and the tail, in one long continuous string. 110 said he hid ’em at home and he showed ’em to me, but my belief is that they were only three or four cow hides and a bull’s tail dovetailed to gether. “He was astonishing as a truth crush er. Said he served on a gunboat during the war which was very small and light, while the mortar on the deck was very large and heavy, and ho said the first time the tried to fire a fifteen-inch shell, the shell remained stationary, while the recoil was so great that it fired the gun boat four miles up tho stream and landed it in a tree. He was a liar, but now lie’s dead I reckon he’ll ketch it.” There was no doubt about it; Mr. O’Leary was very successful as a con structor of energetic work of fiction. lu a Whale’s Mouth ami Escaped With His Life. Here I met Captain Wood, who has been in a whale’s mouth. After edging carefully toward the matter, a friend in duced him to tell about it—probably for the ten thousandth time. “Yes, I was standing in the bow of the boat, but with the non in my hand,” said he, “ looking around for his majesty, for I thought we had given him his death blow. Suddenly up he came right ahead of me, and he struck the boat under neath with Ids prolonged lower jaw, knocking it out from under me, and 1 fell straight over into his mouth.” “ What did you think then ?” asked a listener, as the Captain paused. “ Thought I was a goner,” answered the Captain, “especially when he shut his mouth on me. But ho was, for tunately, in the ugonieß of death, too worried to think of me, and, after giving me one savage crunch, ho blowed me out of his mouth, covered with blood. I at once struck out for the boat.” .“And when tlidy picked him up they thought he was killed,” said another captain; ‘ ‘ though, after a good while, he recovered, with the ugly wounds that you see. ” There was a scar some inches long across Captain Wood’s scalp, and a great lump on his side was visible under his coat. “What did you think when you were in his mouth, and knew where you were?” asked another bystander. “ Thought he’d yield about eight bar rel,” said Captain* Wood, turning over his quid and calmly firing at the l>ox oi sawdust. —Nantucket Correspondence oj Indianapolis Journal. A Satisfactory Candidate for Life In surance. Josh Billings says: “I kum to the conclusion lately that life was so onsar tin that the only wa for me tu stand a fair chance with other folks was tu git my life insured and so i kalled on the Agent of the Garden Angel Life Insur ance Cos , and answered the following questions, which was put tu me over the top ova pair ov goold specks, by a slik little fat old feller, with a little round grey head, and as pretty a little belly on him as enny man ever owned : Ques tions—lst. Arc you mail or femail ? If so, pleze state how long you have been so. 2d. Are you subject to fits, and if so, do yu have more than one at a time ! 3d. Did yu ever have enny ancestors, and if so, how much? 4th. Du yu ever have enny nite mares? stli. Are yu married and single, or are yu a bachelor? 6th. Do yu believe in a future state ? If yu do, state it. 7th. Have yu ever committed suicide, and if so, how did it seem to affect yu ? After answering the above questions, like a man, in the con firmotif, the slik little fat old feller with goold specks on ced I was insured for life, and proberly would remain so for a term ov years. I thanked him, and smiled one ov my most pensive smiles.” Onght to Seen Them Wasps Singe. Boys and wasps are natural enemies. Boys hate wasps and wasps hate boys. Generally the wasps are victorious and a boy who has an interview with a wasp gets over the ground much faster than the boy sent on an errand. The boy does the electioneering shouting, but the wasp does the real work of the campaign. It is so rare that a boy gets even with the wasps that when he does so, the event is worthy of more than a passing notice. Down near Kingston, Ont., a boy had a heated dismission with some wasps and the latter got the better of the argument —at least they made more pointed appli cations. As the stings burned, the boy thought about fighting his Satanic Majesty with fire. It was a brilliant success. The next neighbor’s barn and grain were the first to go, and the peo ple barely escaped from the dwelling house. The woods and fields of wheat next went with stacks and other com bustible matter, while every now and then the burning of a house and barn added variety to the scene. The de struction was very great, but as the de lighted boy afterwards remarked, “Yon ought to see them wasps singe!” Hamilton Journal. LAMAR & DENNIS. Publishers. VOL. VI II— NO. 46. (Written for Tli Chicago Idnlgor.] MLKEPY HOI.TOW. HY CHAIU.ru M. LOO AM. 111 m tlour, secluded Talley, between tlio hollow of tho hill*, ’Mlilnt tho rook* and chiwunn grouping, in tho pool* and innrHht'H drooping. Staudu an ancient mill—a ruin in it* alow and mire decay ; Yet nt til it roam in hrokou tier* ; it In falling faat away; It id overrun with iiuishoh of tho wildont ereiqHiig grUHHOH, That liavo atarted from tho inointuro of tho rill*. In thin hollow', of an evening, not a soul haa dared to roam; Though tin' BtillneH* there in aieeping, and the crescent moon 1h pooping I>own into tho crumbled, broken stonework of tho „„ l>He, .there Id a dread, an of the dead, that hunts of former stylo Are still and slowly treading where tho moon ia always shedding uttered silver through the fragments of tho Tho willow shades the marshes with a waving hedge of green, Its boughs to waters bending, from whoso darkest depths are sending Phosphorescent wisps of grasses to illume the somber air; It is a sight so ghastly bright that a mortal fain would dare Its solitudes of mystery in quest of ancient history To enllght’ the worldly mind upon the things that he hail seen. But when tlrst those broken wulis unfolded to our vJoWj The daylight’s sun was streaming, and through the windows seeming Like a welcome to tho long-forgotten room. *ud lu the sun, unlike a nun alone, 1 saw a crimson plume— A butterfly. Its wings, its gaudy trapping, were noiselessly flapping. Driving from its cloak the morning dew. The glimpso reminded strungely a lung-forgotten past That rushed in freshening surges—through my mind there slowly merges A suspicion that I sec the noted pirate that once theso beums bestrid— That it’s tho fiery-whiskered Kidd, guarding his treasure hid From the greedy hands of miners that would seek the phantom shiners. That were thought to have lieen buried and benoaUt these walls amassed. In this room they once were sitting, theso pirates hard and §tern, Like tho pictures of Miles Btandisli, dressed in costumes now outlandish, Though picturesque in attitudes, like sculptured Roman clay, With faces cold, in rigid mold, until the twilight day, With morning breezes rising, their sordid minds apprising, They vanished to the spirit world, though nightly to return. Distant, ghostly sounds were heard to echo through the bare Ruins of the mill decayed, and through the morn ing's darkness vague, And sjiectral rushed the rushing streams In broken rills between the hills and from the dark ravines. Clanking chains and flapping sails, that seemed to be amidst the gales, Fell with deep distinctness upon the morning air. St. Hhlicna. CaL [Written for Tlio Chicago Ledger.] The Mysterious Cadet. A College Reminiscence. BY CARB. This evening, as I was seated on tho veranda, with my feet elevated upon the railing and leaning back in an arm chair, listlessly watching the passers-by on the street, one of them attracted my attention and caused my thoughts to drift back down the long corridors of time, and bring up vividly to mind scenes and faces long buried in the past. He was only a boy, this individual who had thus suddenly stirred up old memories, and a casual observer would have noticed nothing peculiar about liim except that he was dressed in a suit of cadet gray, heavily bespangled with glit tering buttons, and wore upon his head a cap of the same color—the uniform of some military college. But as he turned his head for a moment toward me I saw the letters “A. C. C.” on his cap, sur rounded by a glittering wreath. In an instant. I knew that he was a cadet of the University of . Some of my readers may remember that in the catalogue of that university for the year of 18- the name of Leslie Barton appears as a student, and oppo site the name there was a blank where the residence of the cadet should have been. As I have the time at my disposal, I will gratify the morbid curiosity that any may have upon the subject. It was at the age of 18 that I entered the university, and it was upon the day of my arrival that I first met Leslie Bar ton. I was standing near the entrance of the college, watching the groups of oadets out upon the parade ground, and, being unacquainted with any one, I was feeling decidedly homesick and lone some. I had been standing there some time, trying to devise some plan of getting acquainted with the boys, when my at tention was directed to a youth who was standing a few yards from me, leaning against the corner of the building. My attention was called to him by an excla mation which he had, seemingly, un consciously let tall from his lips, and as I turned toward him I heard him mutter: “Yes, it is he. It is impossible for me to be mistaken in that face.” And as I followed the direction of his eyes I saw that he was intently watching a cadet who was approaching the college from the direction of the entrance to the grounds. As he came nearer I saw that, though rather small of stature, he was a man of at least 25 years of age. Had it not been for his smoothly-shaven face and the badge of the Clantonian Society which he wore upon his breast, I should have supposed him one of the professors. As he passed I looked into his face and met a pair of as wicked, devilish eyes as it is possible to conceive of. It hail al ways been customary with me to read a person’s character by the eyes, and I had found that during my brief experience I hail seldom been mistaken in my esti mate ; and as this man passed into the building I decided that he was one cadet whom I did not care to become intimately acquainted with. As I turned from watching him, I found that the boy I had first noticed had moved up quite close to me, and, seeing that I was observing him, he raised his cap from the cluster of crisp, black curls that covered his head, and asked, in a voice that struck me as being uncommonly low and soft: “Do you know the gentleman that has just passed ?” “No," I replied, “I am a stranger here ; this is my first day, and I am not acquainted with any one. ” “ Then we two should become ac quainted by ail means, for we are in the barne fix. My name is Leslie Barton,” he said, holding out bin hand, which, I noticed, was white, soft and shapely. “ And mine is Carl ,” I said, as I took the proffered hand. Just then the cadet I had before ob served entering tlio Oollego eamo out and brushed against Leslie llarker in passing. Hnch a look of mingled hate and disgust ns eamo over his face I hojx) never again to see on a human counte nance. I saw his small white hands clinch till the nails were buried in the flesh. He stepped back as suddenly as though some loathsome reptile Imd touched him, and I heard him mutter between his clenched tooth : “Ourso him, lie does not recognize me, and it is well for him that lie docs not.” But, remembering that 1 was standing near and must have heard his remark, he turned toward me, and, see ing the look of surprised inquiry upon my face, he said : “ That fellow reminds mo very much of a person I onco knew.” “ The remembrance is not. a very pleasant one, I should judge, from tho look you gave him as ho passed,” I re plied, laughing. To this ho made no reply, and in a few minutes bade me good evening and walked into the building. My curiosity was excited. I felt aa sured that Leslie Barton knew this man, and that he had some reason for hating him with all the strength of his fiery na ture. I wondered why it was that ho had endeavored to load me to believe that ho had only recognized a resem blance to some ono lie had mice known. The more I thought about it, the more deeply interested I became. What puz zled mo most was that the stranger had looked directly into Leslie Barton’s face as he passed him, and I could detect no sign of recognition on his part. There was a mystery about theso two, I was satisfied, and I determined, if possible, to discover what it was. During the following day the different classes were organized for the term, and the cadets assigned to their rooms. Two boys occupied each room, and, as every boy had the privilege of selecting his room-mate, I sought out Leslie Barton, and, on the strength of our slight ac quaintance, asked him if he would oc cupy tlio same room with me. Ho seemed surprised at my proposition, and informed me, rather haughtily, that ho had made arrangements with Col. W—, the commandant, to have a room entire ly to himself. “ Very well,” I replied, turning away, but he laid his hand upon my shoulder, detaining me for a moment, as ho said : “ I am sorry I cannot room with you, but I always prefer a room to myself. We’ll bo good friends, though, won’t we?” “ Certainly,” I replied, for I had taken a strange interest in this pale-faced boy. I was assigned to a room with Edward Walton, an overgrown, good-natured sort of a fellow from Mississippi, who had attended tho two previous sessions at the University. He knew everyone connected with the college, from the head Professor down to tlio old negro who attended to the building. One day, about a week after my arri val, I was standing in tho hall, in com pany with Ed, when the cadet who had so excited my curiosity on the day I first met Leslie Bart mi passed. “Do you know that fellow, Ed?” 1 inquired. “ Oh, yes; that’s Oscar Phelps.” “ How long has he been attending school here ?” “He came in at the beginning of the last session. Why ?” “ Nothing, only ho seems pretty old to be attending school. Do you know much about him ?” “Very little. He’s from New Or leans, I believe, and from the way he spent money when he was here last year he must be pretty wealthy. That's about all I can tell you of him. Fact is, he is a queer kind of a cuss, who has very little-to do with the rest of us fel lows. ” And that was all I could learn about Oscar Phelps. I made inquiry of sev eral other boys, but none of them seemed to know more about him than 1 had already learned from Ed. The more I saw of Leslie Barton the better I liked him. He was of a modest, retiring disposition, and while he had rfo intimate friends among the boys, yet they were all ready to declaro him “a real good fellow—a little queer in his notions, but a good one, nevertheless.” There was one thing that struck me as peculiar, and that was tha the never re ceived or wrote any letters, or ever spoke of his home or relatives. One day I asked him which Btate he was from. He replied that he had lived in so many different States that he claimed any and all of them as his home. And, as I saw that he was very reluctant about conversing upon the subject, I never referred to it again. I remember distinctly the first time I saw Leslie Barton and Oscar Phelps speak. It was just after our class in French had recited, one day about two months after the beginning of tlq> term. We were lea' ing the recitation-room, and were just without the door, when Oscar Phelps walked up beside Leslie Barton and addressed liim in sneering tones. < • j sav, young what’s-yonr-name, yon always seem to know your French pretty well; I think I’ll give you a dollar a week to post me up in all the difficult translations.” Leslie Barton turned toward him with an angry light in his bright, black eyes, and, regarding him with a haughty stare for a moment, asked in a voice which he in vain attempted to make sound natn ral : . “ Did you speak to me, sir ? Oscar smiled in a most sarcastic and tantalizing manner, as he replied: “ Yes, did it hurt yon ? ” “You will please remember, then, sir, that my name is Leslie Barton, and unless you can call me by that name and Vie more respectful in your manner when addressing me, I would infinitely prefer that you would not speak to me at all.” And, as he finished speaking, he walked away to his room. Oscar looked after him for a moment, then, turning to me, he asked : “Who the devil is that fellow, any way? One would think from the way he acts that it was necessary to remove one’s cap when speaking to him. “DUM SPIRO, SPERO.” HAMILTON, GA„ NOVEMBER 11. 1880. " His name is Leslie Barton, as he has just informed you,” I replied, “and that is all I know of him.” “ Know where lie's from ?” “No.” “ It. strikes me I have met him some where liefore, but ourso me if I can re collect where it was. Well, no matter. I’ll learn him before he leaves this school that it is bettor to have Oscar Phelps’ friendship than his enmity.” ***** Months passed, and it was drawing near the close of the term. I had never heard Leslie Barton and Oscar Phelps exchange a word since the occasion pre viously mentioned. They seemed to avoid each other by mutual consent., and, though 1 had been uuable to fathom the mystery that l was satisfied connected theso two, yet 1 hoped that they would separate at the end of tho term without having had any trouble with each other. But I was disappointed, as tho sequel will show. One Saturday, just before tlio com mencement, Leslie Barton met me as I was on my way to my room, and asked me if we could a few minutes’ pri vate conversation together. I replied in the affirmative, and invited him to accompany me to my room, secretly wondering what he could want of me. After locking the door to preclude the possibility of an intrusion, we seated ourselves, and 1 waited impatiently to hear wluvt his business was. After a few moments ( during which time ho appeared lost in thought, lie suddenly looked up and asked : “Carl , are you a friend to me?" “Certainly, Barton," I replied; “ but why do you ask ? ” “1 have a favor—a very great, favor— to ask of you. You are the only one I have been on ally thing like intimate terms with since I have been here, and yet I hardly think our acquaintance has been of sufficient length to justify me in expecting the favor I am about to so licit.” “ Anything I can possibly do for you will bo done cheerfully, Barton,” I re plied, anxious to know what it was ho washed me to do. Again he was silent for a brief time. At length ho spoke : “ Carl, I am to fight a duel this even ing.” “ The devil you are ! ” I exclaimed, springing up from my chair. “Yes,” he replied, “ this evening at 5 o’clock. ” “ With whom?” I asked, having some what recovered from tho astonishment his words had caused. “With Oscar Plieljis. The arrange ments are alLimode between us. Wo are to fight in the cedar grove just be yond the college grounds, with pistols at toil pacos distance. What I want is for you to act as my soooud. Will you doit?” “But, Barton,” I asked, “have you thought of what tho consequences may be ? I liavo heard that Phelps is a dead shot with a pistol.” “I have thought of everything,” ho replied. “You will be surprised, Carl, when I tell you I came here to limit this man. Oscar Phelps he calls himself, but that is not his real name ; what liis name is, no matter. For two years I have been seeking him, and only acci dentally found that he was here under an assumed name. He has wronged me so deeply that only liis lifo can atone for tho injury. My name is not Leslie Barton, and lam not what I seem. I might h'.ll you the story of my life, but it would do no good, and it better rest untold. Phelps has no idea that lam the one whom ho so foully wronged in the years gone by, and I have no wish that he should know it. One of us, perhaps both, may fall ; for, as you say, Phelps in a good shot, but lie has none the ad vantage of me in that respect.” “ Now, Carl, knowing what you do, will you act as my second in this affair? If you refuse, 1 must fight without one.” What could I do? Leave this friend less boy to fight that man, without a single friend near to see fair play? Jt was against my nature, and I did what I think most boys of my age would have done under similar circumstances—l agreed to act for him. “Thank you, Carl,” ho said, taking my hand. “If you are ever placed in a position like this, I hope you may find a friend as true. I have only one request to make; should I fall, have me buried in the cedar grove where the fight will take place, and in the same clothes I am then wearing. Ydh Will find sufficient money in the huiidp of the President of the college to defray all expenses. I dejKisited it with him' when I paid my tuition.” And with that 1# again pressed my hand, and left the row**. At twenty minutes to five, I arrrived at the grove and found Leslie Barton already there, walking back and forth beneath the tall cedars, whose thick I>oughs were so closely interwoven as to almost entirely exclude the rays of the setting sun. As I approached, I noticed that he had discarded the college uniform, and was dressed in a neatly-fitting suit of black broadcloth, and wore upon his head a narrow-brimmed white hat. He did not observe me until I was quite close to him, and then, glancing up with a smile, he said: “You are the prince of punctuality.” “Phelps has not arrived yet?’ I asked, looking around. “No; but he will be on tune,” he re plied. “I never heard of hit being late on an occasion like the present.” “Then this is not his first? ” I asked, in surprise. “No; Oscar Phelps has made more than one vacant chair in what, bt.t for him, would now Vie happy homes.” “ What kind of pistols will you use?” I asked. He stepped to the foot of a large tree, and picked up a black ebony case, which I found, upon opening, to contain a pair of gold-mounted jiistols, the finest 1 had ever seen. They were Colt’s latest improved patent, 38 caliber. Buch a wcapon in the hands of one skilled in its nse would easily kill a man at forty yards, and they were to fight at ten paces. I shuddered. “ They are coming,” said Barton, in terrupting me in my examination of the pistols. I looked in the direction indicated by him, mid saw Phelps, accompanied by a cadet named Mnnifoo, with whom I Imd but a very slight, acquaintance. They raised their caps politely as they came up; Barton acknowledged the presence of Mumfoo with a haughty sa lute, lmt did not deign to notice Phelps. “We ore on time, I presume?" said Miimfeo, looking at his watch, “Yes,” I replied, “and have several minutes to spare before the time ap pointed.” “Then let. me sec you a moment," lie said. And we walked apart from the others. “Do you know how this trouble orig inated ? ” lie asked, when we were out of hearing, “ No,” I replied; “don’t you? My principal did not consider it necessary to tell me.” “.lust, the case with mine, f say, this is going to boa bud business for us, I'm afraid. They say Phelps is a sure shot." “Yes, and, from wliat I can learn, Barton is no indifferent hand with a pis tol.” “ I presume those are the weapons to lie used,” lie said, pointing to the ease I held in my hand. "Let mo see them, please. ” I handed him the pistols, and saw by the way he handled them that lie was familiar with such things. He examined them closely for several moments, anil then said: “Ono or tho other of those hoys is doomed.” Before I had time to reply Phelps called to us : “ Gentlemen, time’s up.” Wo walked back to where he and Bar ton were standing, a little apart from each other, and, having selected suitable ground, Mumfoo measured off toil paces. We then carefully loaded tho pistols, after which I walked to whore Barton was standiug. -•Is everything ready?” ho asked, as I came up to him. “ Yes. Is there anything you want to say ?” “ Nothing, except to thank you for your kindness to me, and to ask of you to seo that, my instructions of this morn ing are carried out. Don’t try to dis cover wliat my real name is, for it would be useless." And without another word he took liis position. Phelps was already in his place with liis pistol in his hand. I handed Leslie the pistol selected for him, and walked oil'll few steps to his right. A moment’s silence, and then Mum fee, who was to give the word, cried out: “Gentlemen, are you ready?” “Ready,” came from both. “One!’ 4 They both raised their pistols, ami the sharp, metallic “click, click,” of the locks resounded upon the evening air. “Two 1” I looked at Leslie Barton. Not a muscle moved. His face was hard ami stern, and there was that same light in his handsome black eyes that I had no ticed on the day that Phelps addressed him in the hall of the college. “Three 1 ” Simultaneously the reports of both pistols rang out—so near together were they that it seemed that but one pistol had fired. My eyes were fixed upon Leslie, and at the crack of the pistols 1 saw him stagger for a moment, drop his pistol and clasp both his hands over his left breast, and, before I could resell him, he had fallen backward to the ground. As 1 raised his head upon my knee he gave one or two gasps, a convulsive shud der passed over him, and he was still. Unclasping hiH hands from his breast, I saw where the ball hail entered, just over his heart, and I knew that the spirit of Leslie Barton hail taken its (light from this world. Laying his head gently back upon the ground, I turned and saw Mumfee bend ing over the .prostrate form of Phelps. Approaching, I asked : “ Is he badly hurt.?” “ Jiiully hurt 1 the devil. Why, he was dead before he touched the ground. Look at that,” and he pointed to a bul let-hole just lie tween the eyes. “How about Barton ?” “ lie is dead, too. Bhot directly through the heart.” For a time we were both silent. Mum fee was first, to speak. “ Well,” he said, rising, “something must be ilono—one of us must report this at the college. Will you go ?” “ Yes,” I replied, and, without, a mo ment’s delay, hurried to the college. I found Col. W in his room, and re ported the affair to him. At first he seemed to think I was drunk or crazy, but when I told him that Cadets Barton and Phelps were lying dead in the ce dar grove ho sprang from his chair, ex claiming : “ And you assisted these two in mur dering each other ?” “ f acted as Barton’s second, sir," I replied. “ Then go to your room and consider yourself under close arrest. You will answer to a higher court than a college court martial,” and, seizing his hat, no hurried from the room. I went np to my room, and threw my self into a chair. My stab) of mind cau more easily Vie imagined than described. In a few minutes 1 heard foots trim as cending the stairs, and then the key was turned in my door, from the outside, and the steady tramp of someone back and forth before my door told me that a sen tinel was on guard there. The hours dragged wearily on, and, just as the clock in the hall told the hour of 10, the door was opened and a cadet came in with orders for me to report to W immediately. He followed me down the long hallway, down the stairs to the door of the Commandant’s room. I entered, but the guard re mained on the outside. 1 found Col. W excitedly walking the floor. Turning to me, he asked, fiercely : “ What did you know of Leslie Bar ton ?” “ Nothing, Colonel, until to-dav, when he told me nia name was not Leslie Bar ton,” I replied. “Did he tell you what his name was ?” “ He did not, but he told mo some thing else.” And I told him of the con versation I bad with Barton, and what be said in reference to injuries received at the hands of Phelps, and that his only J. L. DENNIS, Editor. SI.OO a Year. object in attending (lie college was to seek out Phelps, and be revenged. “Then 1 can toll you something that von did not know," lie said. “Leslie Barton ii’in a icomroi. No one over dreamed of it until since her death. 1 have not the slightest, idea who she was or where she eamo from, for she declined to give any place of residence when she entered. Hut why 1 have sent for you is t his : You will lie arrested to-morrow if you are here, and my advice to yon is to leave to-night, and tlio further you are from this town to-morrow morning the safer you will lie. There is a train leaves in twenty minutes ; wln-n it gis-s out, lie sure that you are among its pas sengers. i foii’t bother about your bag gage: you can write back ami have it shipped to you." The ml vice was too good not to be fol lowed. I went In my room ami changed my uniform for a plain citizen's clothes, hurried to the-depot, boarded the train just iih it was pulling out, and before daylight the next morning I was in an other State. A week afterward I read an account, of the affair m a newspaper, but so differ ent was it from wliat, really occurred that, had it net been for tlio names, I should have failed to recognize it as the same. The mystery was never cleared up. and in tlio cedar grove where she fell ami was buried there stands,a marble shaft, erected by tho cadets of the college, with the inline of Leslie Barton upon it, and underneath the Latin injunction, A 'it mortuus nisi bonum. I*ll ATT V11.1.K. A Is. The Franklin Expedition. It was thirty-five years last .Inly since Franklin’s ships were for the last time seen in Baffin’s Bay. Throe years after ward England sent the first expedition in search of him and his men, and sinco that time more than twenty more have sailed. Little by little and piece by piece, they have brought home the relics and mementoes which have gradually told tho story of the fate that overtook them in that land of perpetual ice. For many years, there were Heating about vague beliefs that lie and bis men were still alive, anil might one day bo found again. This tradition was fostered by Lady Franklin’s devotion to her hus band’s memory, anil her heroic measures for discovering the secret locked up some where in the dreary Arctic wastes. Her bereavement infected the sympathies of the civilized world, and the crusades which were preached and led, sometimes by English pluck, often by American enterprise, have at last brought back tlio tidings that nothing more can over bo known. In 1854 skeletons of some of the men were discovered. In 18511 a paper found ilia cairn where it had been placed by one of Franklin’s officers, briefly saying “Hir John Franklin died on the 11th of June, 1847,” blotted out the faint figures which the Imagination fancied it saw still moving in that northern twilight, and nearly destroyed Lady’s Franklin's grief stricken miiul. Then half a dozen Biiooiiß, inwrought with Hir John Frank lin's crest, were, in 1872, given by a na tivo to Captain Barry, an American ex plorer, with the statement that he had taken them from a cairn 700 miles dis tant, where books anil other relics still remained. Captain Barry, with Lieuten ant Hchwatka, were, two years ago, sent out by the enterprizo of New York mer chants, and landed at the heud ol lit pulse Bay. Thence, going and returning, they made a sledge journey of 3,000 miles, traveling over ice anil snow, and, what was still more difficult, ove.r broken and jagged clay stone, with marshes inter vening, ami covered with patches of brown and green moss, with purple How ers peeping through the crevices of the stones. On this journey they lived and preserved their health by eating the lood which the Exquimaux eat and the game which in sqpie places abounded. I luring the winter the thermometer was fre quently from 59 to 60 degrees below zero, anil, at one time, fell to 103. They found no cairn, ait was told to Captain Barry, but they discovered sev eral skeletons, a ship’s boat, or rather the prow and stern post, with a few elink orod boards still holding together, gilt navy buttons, copper anil ir.-m bolts, shot, cartridges, powder-cans, barrels, broken medicine and wine bottles, axes ami a few barrel staves. The rigid clim ate had preserved, for over thirty years, pieces of navy blue cloth which wero scattered along the shores of the inlets. With the exception of a scrap of paper marked with an index finger pointing southerly, no writing of any sort was found. And so, after enduring great hardships but no great suffering, the ex]Kidit,ion returned, still leaving to the Exquimuax and the eternal cold the remains of Franklin and his crew. Beyond the fact that they abandoned their vessels, the Erebus anil Terror, and attempted to drag their boats overland in the hopes of launching them in the open water again, nothing is yet, nothing probably ever will lie, definitely known of their strug gle and their end. Mr*. Smlth’H Revenge. A little woman and two children made their appearance, lout trammer, at the Grand Central, in Tahoe City, Lake Bigler. The woman wuh plainly dressed, and so were both of her children. They were not taken much notice of, and no one called to make the acquaintance of the modest little lady in plain clothes. Then the woman, who saw herself snub bed every day, got her duiuler up and sent down to Han Francisco for the bal ance of her clothes, and likewise her children’s. They came. Next morning she appeared at the breakfast-table with a toilet from Worth, and her diamonds dazzled everybody. “Oh, good morning, Mrs. Smith,” came from all sides. But this v.as only the beginning of the toilet boom. At lunch she was simply magnificent, and at dinner overpowering. She had nine Saratoga trunks to draw from, and her little daughter’s evening dress created a regular furor. Now came her turn to put on airs. She simply treated everybody with the coolest kind of politeness, (if course she was civil, but didn’t overdo cordiality to any ex tent. After overwhelming the place a ! few days with an avalanche of style, she sent her trunks bark to San Francisco j and resumed her plain $25 suit.—Curso/i Appeal. PITH AND POINT. A oratb singer—Tlio toa-kettlo. A roi.K light man—Tlio lamplighter. Asa physiological fact it may lie man tinned that negroes are not light-fin gered. Tint man who died in harness probo*. lily forgot to shuffle off his mortal coil. Wintuit to go when short of money— Go to work. Hthanok to say, when the mosquito is on tho wing he is always at hum. • LltoNinas was one of the original deadheads. Ho hold the pass at Ther mopylae. Is it on eridenco of a low taste when a man gets on liis knees to drink from a brook ? Hah it ever ooonrrod to linse-hall men that a milk pitcher is generally a good tty-catcher I Thbrh is not much danger when it rains “oats and dogs;" but, when it Bpitz dogs, look out. Tub baker’H business should hs profit able ; a good part of his stoek is rising wliilo ho sleeps. AlilitmiHO to Beecher's estimate that one female house-fly will lav 20,(XX) eggs in a season, the Church Union thinks “it is a pity a fly oouliln't tie grafted on a hen.” Womkn have cliook enough to wear men’s hats on their heads, but there is one thing they dare not do: Net one of them dare remove liur lint in public and dust off tlio bald B|Mit. —Detroit Free Press. Toubist —"I say, bov, what's the name of Unit hill yonuor?” Boy— “Diuino.” Tourist—" Don’t know? Wliat 1 lived here all your life and don’t know the name of it?” Boy—“No; the hill was hero afore I oom’d." “Dm you find Mr. Bpriggins, Pat rick?” “I did, surr.” “What did he say?” “Niver aworrud, surr." "Not a word? Not a word? Why not, Pat rick?” “Because ho was nut, surr,” “Outl I thought you said you found him.” “I did, sun - , found him out.” A man out West obtained a divorce from liis wife anil married again within three days after the decree was granted. An Irishman, commenting on tho man's action, remarked : “Bedad, 1m couldn't have had much roHpiot for his first wife, to be marrying again so soon after leavin’ her.’ A Gai.vkhton school-teacher hod a great deal of trouble making a boy un derstand his lesson. Finally, however, he succeeded, and, drawing a long breath, he remarked to the boy, “If it wasn’t for mo you’d lie the greatest donkey on Galvestoia island.” A ohay hair was espied among tli raven locks of a charming young lady. “ Oh, pray pull it out I” she oiclaimed. "If I pull it out ton more will come to the funeral,” replied the one who made the unwelcome discovery. “ Pluck it out, nevertheless," said tlio dork-haired damsel ; " it’s no consequence how many come to the funeral, provided they all come in blook. ” What lio was quick at—A clerk was discharged, and asked the reason. “You are so awful slow about everything,” said his employer. “ You do me on in justice,” responded tho clerk. “There is ono thing lam not slow about.” “ I should liko to hear you name it,” sneered the employer. “ Well,” said the clerk, slowly, “ nobody can get tired as quick os I oan,” ________ They Can’t Help It. There is u limit beyond which tho housewife who has eagerly plunged into the cunning anil preserving season can not go. There are only 1,(100 known methods of putting up iieaches. It may take her sometime to get to the last oue, lmt she’ll reach it in time. The latest estimate places the number of fruit jars on sale in this country at 80,000,000. No housewife can socure more than her pro iHirtion of these. After she has asked iier husband seventy-eight consecutive times to “send up another dozen of those cans,” there must come a lull. Who may then demand her share of the crocks and jars and jolly tumblers of this great mid growing country, but winter is only three months away. By anil by there will come an end to this asking for “an other twenty pounds of that same kind of sugar.” The stock on hand in this country will not. allow any family to con sume over 5,000 pounds in putting up preserves. Tho woman who f?oes lie yond that must do so at her peril. While the average husband feels a thrill of ex altation ns he realizes that plums lire played, he must not be plunged into despair to loam that poaches will go down l/i fifty cents before tho last of tho crop is in, and that pears were never known to lie so plenty. No cellar can hold more than it can. After the jugs and jars and cans mid pitchers are stacked from floor to joioe, the wife has either got to lay off her big apron and quit or else rent spooo from tlio neighbors, and tlio ohonoes will be that they will have none to spare. In two weeks more she'll liavo to gwe up on ponchos and pears. Then ■bo’ll begin on tomato pickles and oatsup, jump to cucumbers—slide off on apple butter— work up a bushel of quinces—boil down a barrel of cider, and then sit down and givo up the unequal struggle. That is she’ll suddenly remember that every oan und jar and jug must be lifted up or taken down and opened and heated over, and if perchance she finishos the job liefore spring the iniuoe-pie season will serve to keep the house stirred up. They were born that way, and men must suffer and endure.— Detroit Free Press. She Was Strictly Temperate. “Why,” thundered an impassioned orator at a temperance mass meeting, ‘.‘in only one year, in twelve short months, the people of tho United States drank 27,867,915 gallons of beer, and 7,853,291 gallons of whisky! How much of that hideous aggregate did you drink?” he shrieked, glaring around at the re spectable vice-presidents on the platform. And in the impressive pause that followed tho corresponding secretary arose, and said that with the exception of the tonio drops sho was compelled to take before breakfast and tho anti-malarial bitters that Dr. Bolus prescribed for her, and a little pale ale for her digestion and a pin! of beer at night, which jhe couldn’t dose an eye in sleep without it, and maybe an occasional drop of brandy for the neuralagy, she had not tasted a drop of spiritual or ferventuous liquids since she joined the society. And a great hush fell upon the meeting, like the voice of a man who has just been asked for the loan of ton dollars. —Burlington Hawkeyf. Remedy for Bone Felons. Tho London Lancet , which is author ity on such subjects, gives the following unique cure for bone felons : As soon as the disease is felt, put di rectly over the spot a fly-blister about the Hize of your thumb-nail, and let it remain for six hours, at the end of which time, directly under tho surface of the blister, may lie aeon the felon, which can be instantly taken out with the point of a needle or lancet.