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TIIE KEY OF THE CASKET.
When Chester Seabrook, young,
wealthy, intelligent and ambitions of liter
ary fame, went to Italy to collect ma
terials and to consult authorities before
beginning his projected tragedy of * ‘Caesar
Borgia,” his friends and relatives in
New York were far from anticipating tho
actual results of his researches. These
had brought about his acquaintance with
a certain Dr. Alexander Marini, an aged
physician of Milan, who claimed descent
front one of the collateral branches of the
Borgia family. This old doctor's grand
daughter, Lucrezia Marini, was wonder
fully beautiful, an Italian blonde, glowing
with the freshness of extreme youth,
being then hardly 17, and with all tho
luster of a loveliness which, ae her grand
father declared, revived and reproduced
the charms of her of the saute name who
was the famous bride of Duke Alfonso
of Ferrara. The tragedy remained un
written, and Chester Seabrook took to
wife this dazzling creature. If, wedding
in haste, he afterwards repented Jit leisure,
the outside world was destined never to
know. His married life lasted a little
over one year. His brilliant Italian wife
died in giving birth to a son, and tho
young widower returned to his native
land with his little child, possibly a wiser
man, but certainly a sadder one. It was
an ominous fact that he never referred to
his wile in any way, nor to tho experi
ences of his few months of matrimony.
A miniature, painted on ivory and repro
ducing the glowing yet delicate beauty of
the fair Lucrezia, was all that remained
to him of that episode in his life; that, and
.the boy, who had received the name of
Louis, and who bore well his transfer to
the United .States, growing and thriving
as though ho had been born under the
shadow of the Stars and Stripes.
When Louis wim a little over 12 years
of age his father rlied suddenly of typhoid
pneumonia. Mr. Seabrook had never
married again, a circumstance usually
attributed by tho world at large to lus
devotion to the memory of his wife. In
this they were probably mistaken. Tho
man who has been extremely happy in
\ . irruril 1 **•., r*. q who. D left a
widower, is u-niff!v very anxious to
marry again ns soon as possible. He misses
the domestic peat the joys of tranquil
l omo efif i ;on, and his desire to remarry
ii almost invariably in proportion to the
felicity bestowed upon him by his wife.
The wi lower of a shrew, a fool, or a dis
agreeable and uncongenial woman, is, on
the other hand, very apt to remain
single. Having once escaped from the
dungeon and torture chamber, ho is very
careful to keep outof thorn forevermore;
and for ono reason or another Chester
Seabrook never again made any attempts
to enter the holy estate of matrimony.
Hu had one only sister, Mrs. Richard
Mar ‘!<n, and to her and to her lmsbaiul
he bequeathed tho guardianship of lus
son and of that sou’s largo fortune. It
was a healthy ziatured and happy family
in which tho boy grew to manhood. Mrs.
Marsden 'h three eons were all older than
Louis, and did not, it is true, take very
kindly to their cousin. But her only
dan-rliter, little Grace, was some years
his junior, and, as is often tho case in
such instances with intelligent, preco
cious little girls, she develojed a great
fancy for her moody hoy cousin, and re
gularly took him under her protection,
il is tho early development of the mother
jins! met, tho sweetest and find crest ele
ment in feminine nature, that thus finds
scope and occupation; and Grace petted
I/>uis, and watched over him, and some
times scolded him in a protecting, patron
izing way that, coming from ho small a
girl, would have been comical if it had
j not be< !i very charming.
For the poor boy needed all the affec
: tion that could possibly bo bestowed upon
: him. He was never strong, and bis dis
| position was gloomy and morbid to a de-
I gree that was extraordinary in one that
i was to fvj great a degree a favorite of for
tune. rio was shy and silent to a pain
ful extent, and despite his Italian origin,
he developed no taste for either art or
1 music, lie decided early in life to bo
| come a physician, hut after studying
medicine* for some few years in a desul
-1 tory. languid way, devoting the chief
I part of his time to investigations concern
ing the nature and properties of poisons,
! he suddenly announced that, on attain
. ing his majority, be had made up his
j mind to relinquish all idea of studying a
: profession. And he •likewise astonished
Mr. and Mrs. Marsden by making formal
proposals for the hand of Grace.
These proposals were negatived at
| once, and decidedly, by Mr. Marsden.
“You are l*oth of you too young to
think of such a thing as marriage, or
even of an engagement, Louis,” his uncle
i made answer. “You aro only just 21
end Grace is tut a few weeks over 10.
Moreover, I have decided objections to
the marriage of first cousins.”
“You do not know to what you doom
me, uncle,” was the gloomy response of
tho young man. “Grace is all that I have
to live for upon earth, and if I lose
her’ ’
“Now, do not talk nonsense, Louis,”
responded Richard Marsden, briskly, but
! not unkindly. “Grace is too much of a
child to be allowed to listen to your prof
fers of affection. She cares no more for
you than she does for Ned, or Harry, or
Frank. You are like a brother to her—
nothing more—and I do not mean to
have her mind disturbed by anything like
love making. Besides, you have seen
nothing of the world, as you should do
before choosing a wife and settling down
to matrimony and quietude. Go abroad
spend the next two years in European
travel, and then”
“And then you will give Grace to me?”
eagerly asked live youth, his pale faco
flushing and his dark eyes glowing as lie
spoke.
“I make no promise; I will enter into
no compact with you on that subject.
You and Grace must both entirely
free, and if either of you shall fall in love
with someone else”
‘T cannot admit the existence of such
a possibility so far as I am concerned,”
made answer Louis, passionately.
“Nevertheless such things are possible,
and have occurred, especially where two
such children as you both are were con
cerned. Now let me hear nothing more
on this subject. I shall send Grace to
stay with her aunt, Mrs. Elavyn, in
Washington, until you are gone, and I
shall feel seriously displeased with you if
you broach to her any subject connected
with love and matrimony before her de
parture. ’ ’
And so well and carefully did Mrs.
Marsden (who was at once acquainted by
her husband with all the details of the
affair) watch over her daughter, that
Grace went away for her visit wholly
unconscious Of the conquest she had made
of her cousin's affections. She was, to
tell the truth, so delighted at the idea of
a journey to Washington, of a sojourn
with her favorite aunt (whoso daughter
Alice was about her own age), and of all
tho things she meant to see and do, that
she had lost sight of the fact that Cousin
Louis was going to sail for Europe in a
few weeks, and that she would not see
him again for a long, long time. In
fact, the peculiarly morbid disposition of
the young man had finally become repel
lent to her bright nature, and though she
was always affectionate and kind to him,
she felt, unconsciously, a certain degree of
relief in tho thought of his alieence.
“You must not forget me, Grace,” he
said, fervently, at the moment of her de
parture. And the young girl answered,
guyly: “No fear of the.!, Louis. Even if
you never write to any of us, I shall al
ways remember you. For you are my
cousin, you know—just the same to mo
us one of my brothers.”
Louis was about to utter somo pro
testation respecting this announcement
on Grace's part; but a significant touch
on his shouldev from the hand of Mr.
Marsden recalled that gentleman’s stern
prohibitions, and ho contented himself
with kissing with fervor tho little hand
that Grace frankly placed within his
own, unheeding the fresh young face
that was held up to him for a parting
white.
“How odd you arc, Louis, not to kiss
me goodby!” who cried, gayly, as she
sprang into, the carriage; “remember,
you must jwrite your first letter from
Rome to me. And bo sure you tell mo
what you think about St. Peter’s and the
Colosseum. I with I wore going with
you to see thomj§l. ’
“If you ouly muttered Louis,
as the carriage drove away. “There
goes my guardian angel, and I must go
forth aloner to meet the demon.”
A few weeks later Louis Seabrook
sailed from New for Ere 'po, He
did noffai urfa^ftfbfTT\viSi
me impassioned love letter shortly after
his arrival; but the child, perplexed, un
sympathizing and half provoked with
what she called “Cousin Louis’ foolish
ness,” made no response to his fervent
protestations. Louis took the hint, and
the correspondence thereafter was con
ducted on a more tranquil footing. To
Oils change a sharp reproof from Mr.
MnrFdon, and a threat of forbidding al
together any interchaiifjo of letters, prob
ably contributed largely. Tin*, traveler
wrote but seldom, but ho often sent
tokens of regard and remembrance to his
uncle's family, and especially to Grace.
One of these was a fine copy of the cele
brated portrait of Caesar Borgia, by Ra
phael, which is one of the noted art
treasures of the Borghoao palace. And
in the strangely beautiful face, with the
evil tendencies of the inner nature look
ing from the large eyes and curving the
full rod lips, Mrs. Marsden recognized
with a himdder a strong resemblance to
the countenance of her nephew. Indeed,
he alluded to the likeness himself in one
of the infrequent letters received from
him during his sojourn in Romo. “I
must b© a true descendant of the Bor
gias,” he wrote, “for my likeness to the
Raphael portrait has boon commented
upon even by total strangers, and when I
went to sec my great grandfather, Dr.
Marini, when I passed through Milan the
other day, his first exclamation on be
holding me was: ‘You are like your
mother’s race.’ By tho way, what a
wonderful old man he isl I have prom
ised to pay him a long visit on my way
back to Paris, and lie tells me that he
will then confide to my keeping sundry
family relics of great importance. I con
fess that I am very curious to see them.
He is nearly HO years old now, but pre
serves all his faculties unimpaired.”
A few months later Louis wrote that
the promised visit had liecn paid, and
that Dr. Marini had placed in his hands
some curious and antique objects, several
of which had at one time belonged to tho
famous family of Pope Alexander Borgia.
“Amongst these,” he wrote, “is on ivory
casket of exquisite and artistic workman
ship. It possesses certain singular prop
erties which I shall describe when we
meet.” Next came the news of tho
death of tho old doctor, who had seemed
to have lived thus long for the express
purpose of bestowing his cherished heir
looms on his great grandson and solo
direct descendant.
The two years that had been fir ed as
tho period of young Seabrook’s abjenoo
had nearly come to an end, and he had
already written to announce thed.de at
which he would sail for home, wh n lie
received from Mrs. Marsden the r< ws of
Grace’s engagement to a young ami
talented lawyer, Stuart Hastings b;.
name. The match was one that wn.
satisfactory in every way to Mr. and
Mrs. Marsden, and, to do them justice,
they had both looked upon tho attach
ment of Louis for his cousin ns a more
boyish passion that had not sur\ ived t'.- •
testa of time and absence. This letter
received no response, but Louis wrote a
few hurried lines to Grace, declaring bis
intention of being present nt her mar
riage. “And to prove to my pretty
cousin that I bear her no malice for tho
way that she has trifled with my affec
tions,” ho wrote, “I will bring her a
wedding present such as few brides in
! this Nineteenth century have ever re
ceived.”
But it was not till tho day before that
fixed for the ceremony that Louis made
his appearance at the house of his aunt.
He received a warm welcome from Mrs.
! Marsden, who had always* looked upon
him as ono of her own children.
“You have grown tall and manly,
Louis,” she said, after the first groetingi
w ere at an end, “but you look wild, 1 log-
gard and feverish. Are you suffering
from malaria? You must not fall ill on
the very day of your return— the eve of
Grace's wedding day. Your playmate of
bygone days would feel sorely gvioVed if
you were not to be present to-morrow.”
“Ah, yes—where is Grace?—l had for
gotten Grace!” the young man re
sponded, hurriedly. “I want to see her
—I have my wedding gift ready for her,
and I want to present it to her myself.”
“Go into the library, then, and l wi l
send her to you in a moment. She L
just having her wedding dress tried on
for the last time, and I will tell her no!
to take it off, for I want you to see how
charmingly she looks in it.”
And with a nod and a smile Mrs. Mars
den disappeared.
Some ten minutes later the door of the
library, where Louis was pacing the
floor impatiently, was slowly ojxuied,
and the bride-elect, graceful and charm
ing in her vesture of snowy satin, with a
mien of grave, sweet maidenlincss, ad
vanced with outstretched hands to greet
the newly returned wanderer. ITe gazed
upon her for n moment with a lowering
brow and a bitter smile.
“So it is thus that I find you, woman
that I loved,” he said between bvi tooth,
“on the eve of your marriage, all radiant
and smiling in your bridal finery 1”
“Cousin—Cousin Louis!’’ stammered
the young girl, amazed and half alarmed
at Seabrook’s demeanor,
“Oh, you need not he afraid—l have
not come to overwhelm you with re
proaches or to tell you all tho ill that you
have wrought, iny cousin Ora9o. I liavo
brought you a present from beyond tho
seas. Take it, and with it such blessings
from me as you and your kinsfolk richly
deserve. ’ *
So saying, ho turned towards the table,
and brought forward to the light an ivory
casket that stood there, still half shrouded
in its wrappings. Divested of these, it
showed in the sunset light as a marvel of
artistic beauty. In high relief upon tho
lid was carved the meeting of Bacchus
and Ariadne, and the sides were adorned
with a representation of tho bridal pro
cession of tho god, wherein bacchantes
and satyrs, nymphs and fauna, mid Cupids
and panthers, were all mingled In grace
ful confusion. The mountings of tho
casket were in ontiquo silver, and on a
shield just above tho lock were engraved
tho intertwined initials “C. B.” and be
low these a “V.” surmounted with a
ducal coronet, tho insignia of “Caesar
Borgia, Duke of Valontinois.’* It was a
gift worthy to l>e offered by an enamored
monarch to his future queen.
Grace drew near and gazed with breath
less delight at tho exquisite workmanship
of the ivory carvings. Meantime Louis
took from his pocketbook an antique koy
in darkened silver. This, too, was a ver
itable work of art.. The tube was hold
\p 4Ra upraised hands of a mermaid,
whose curved fishtail formed tho handle
of the key. This handle on its outer edge
was bordered with small, scarcely per
ceptible points or spines, which would l>o
jipt to wound the hand of any one trying
to open tho lock and not warned to take
due precautions. This koy Louis care
fully fitted into the lock of the casket.
“Open it—-open it, Grace!” he cried,
with feverish eagerness. “Within you
will find inclosed a necklace of tho
choicest pearls to be found in all Paris.
Open it—open it, and tell mo what you
think of my wedding presents.”
But without touching tho koy tho
young girl glided forward, and, resting
her clasped hands on the lid of thecaskot,
she looked into the dark, troubled depths
of her cousin’s eyes with a lender seri
ousness in her glance that caused him to
turn pale and to look aside.
“Dear Cousin Louis,” she said, “you
have brought me a magnificent gift, but
do not think mo exacting or ungrateful
if I ask you for something more. You
know 1 am going out to-morrow to a now
life, and I want to take with mo all tho
kindly thoughts and affections of those
who loved me when I was a littlo child.
You feel bitterly toward us all, I know,
bccauso I could not love you better limn
T have done—just as I have loved my
brothers. It will cast a shadow on tho
brightness of my wedding day if I think
you are still displeased with my parents,
and still feel unkindly toward mo. Dear
Cousin Louis —my brother Louis —in
memory of our old pleasant days together,
will you not grant mo my request? Take
hack your lovely casket and your neck
lace of iiearls, and give me instead your
frank, brotherly affection once more.”
He fixed his dark, burning eyes on tho
soft blue ones raised so pleadingly to his
own.
“So you will not open tho casket,
Grace?” he said, hoarsely.
“Not till you promise to grant me my
request. Ah, Louis, have you forgotten
all those days when wo were children to
gether, and Little Cousin Groce used to
pet you and watch over you and keep her
boisterous brothers from teasing you?
You were always very dear to me, Louis
—be my dear brother once again and
always.”
Still gazing fixedly upon her, ho drew
the casket toward him. unlocked it, threw
back the l.d and withdrew the key. 110
hel 1 up 1 is hand v. ith its open palm
turned toward Grace as ho did so, and
the nuloni .lied j irl could ueo u[>on it one
i or twn mit ate drops of blood caused by
the punctures of tho points on the handle
j of tho key.
“Take jour casket and your pearls,
! Graue, and with th* in my full forgive
ness. Yo ido not know what good ser
| vice I have done you today. I have
swept from your j>uth a bitter and a
dan -roi foe. Did you ever read Vic
tor Hugo's ‘Esmeralda?* There are four
lines in an old trail lotion of that poem
which 0.0 now ringing in my brain;
“Mi ■bo the tnmb and thine bo light and 11.*3.
I and fate avenges thee. ’Tin well.
1 h O au;'el of my life, to learn
If hea\'n ia sweet ua were thy love. Fare
well.”
Ho saying, he took Grace’s head in both
his hands, kissed her tenderly on the fore
head and departed.
A week later the community was electri
fied by tho news of tho sudden death of
young Louis Seabrook, who succumbed to
a rapid and mysterious malady a few days
after the marriage of Miss Marsden. The
disease which proved so speedily fatal
baffled all the science and tho conjectures
of the physicians called in to attend him.
They agreed that his symptoms closely
resembled those produced by tho bite of
a serpent, and finally decided that the
patient had fallen a victim to some acute
aud mysterious fi rm of blood poisoning
It was only Richard Marsicn who
asro. -43
A CURIOUS MANUFACTORY. 1
Visit to a Place In Paris Whoro Skele
tons Are Made —Ghastly Debris.
The other day being in Paris it oc
curred to me that it would be an excel
-1 lit opportunity of obtaining somo really
good osteological preparations which I
bad heard were to bo had at a inora
reasonable figure than, the fancy prices
uYced for them in Englan !. One day
v idle assisting at the cliniquo of a well
known physician, one of the patients on
being ashed her profession said she
“depiotait les equateLt.es,” which on in
quiry I a-' ertalned to me n a “bone
peeler.” lat once interested myself in :
her condition, which was one of chloro
sis, and ingratiated myself with her so
that a week or two Inter she acceded,
though reluctantly, to my request, to
take mo to tho fahriquo where tho speci
mens were prepared. It was a long
journey, right away into one of tire des
ert plains bristling with chimney stacks
which bound Paris on tho north side.
Tho building to which she conducted mo
was an immense wooden construction,
subdivided Into u main atelier and out
houses. Tho larger room was occupied
by a aeries of large cauldrons, tho em
anutlbns from which wore, even to ono
accustomed to tho Buavo odor of the dis
secting-room, nauseating in the extreme,
and tho blend formed with that of vari
ous crude antiseptics was more peculiar
than fascinating.
Tho disarticulation of skulls is carried
on separately, as it is a branch requiring
greater skill and nicety in its manipula
tion. It is effected on the skulls of
young adults or children by tho ingeni
ous plan of filling the emptied cranial
cavity with dried peas, which are then
steeped in water, and in swelling compel
the disjunction more delicately than
could bo done in any other way. Somo
of tho cauldrons contained the bodies of
animals whose skeletons, if not os valua
ble as those of human beings, are still in
dispensable for tho study of natural his
tory, and are forwarded in large num
bers to the various collegiate establish
ments in France and abroad. Alter a
prolonged boiling tho limbs are placed
on a table and the adhering tissues care
fully removed, each workman or work
woman having his or her own specialty.
1 saw some men at work on frogs, liz
ards, etc., to obtain a satisfactory prep
aration of which requires a special and
highly remunerated dexterity. The
grease which collected at the top of the
vats was scooped off and consigned to a
receptacle in the corner of tho room, but
its ultimate destination I was unable to
ascertain.
Tho bones nre then bleached, the
cheaper varieties simply by means of
chloride of lime, tho better ones Th the
sun, and they ultimately pass into the
finishing room, where they ore titivated,
assorted and converted, us far as may
be, into “articulated skeletons.** It re
quires no small amount of ingenuity and
knowledge of this particular department
to bo able to choose out of the miscel
laneous collection of hones wherewith
to construct a skeleton which shall pass
muster for that of a singlo individual,
and only tho best bones are so adapted,
tho remainder going to make up tho dis
articulated and half skeletons which
have to answer the purpose of study for
the more economically disposed students.
Curiously enouglr, tho sex appeared to
have a distinct Influence on tho value of
tho skeleton, a female skeleton possess
ing a value many francs higher than
that of tho corresponding male.
in another tank, awaiting treatment,
were a number of infant tiodies, varying
from minus four months to plus several
days. In tho show rooms they were ar
ranged in a graduated scale (echelle
montante), from fclie diminutive little ex
mortal, whose height did not exceed
four Inches, to tho adult baby, measur
ing from eighteen to twenty, all being
in tho attitude known in tlie military
world as that of “attention,” Those
have a special value of their own, far
greater In proportion to their size than
that of their bigger brethren. I natu
rally wondered whore all the bodies
came from. I was told that tho dissect
ing rooms and hospitals furnished a
largo proportion, and that the proprie
tor of tho establishment took caro to
monopolize the supply, which was al
ways short of tho demand. —London
Medical Press.
American Contractors in Foreign I^ndii.
In traveling through Mexico, Central
and South America, and some parts of
Europe, I have been struck by the fact
that United States contractors and specu
lators always pay American rates of
wages, while Englishmen take advan
tage of any local rates which may profit
them. Thus in Mexico contracts are car
ried out side by side, and while Amer
ican contractors pay §1 and $1.25 a day,
European bosses pay fifty cents and
seventy-five cents. It is just the same
in tho Argentine republic, on all tho pub
lio works there. Local labor is absurdly
cheap, and English contractors pay Just
os little as they can, while Americans
pay decent rates all through, and in tho
long run come out the best, their terms
attracting all tho best men. —-J. 8. Mc-
Ginnis in Globe-Democrat.
Whoa Tree* Work a .4 Bleep.
Science lias found out something
very novel, namely, that the fruit tree
slumbers In daytime and works at night.
This modern idea in that fruit trues ac
quire most of their growth at night. The
fruit of the cherry laurel, for instance
has been found by Dr. Krause, of Halle,
to increase at the rate of 90 ]>er cent, n;
night and only 10 per cent, by day, while
apples increase 80 per cent at night and
20 percent, in tho daytime.—Now York
Mail and Express.
PorfloiiH Engaged In London Theatre*.
Mr. Hollingshoad, of note in London
theatrical matters, says that there aro
150,000 persons engaged in ono capacity
or another in Lon'don theatres or musio
halls.—London Letter.
Frozen milk for Fever Patients.
Frozen milk Is a good substitute for ice
cream and othor foods for fovor patients.
It will often he tolerated when no other
article can be retained. —Chicago Newt*.
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THE ST. GOTHARD TUNNEL.
Sketch of the M:n Who Qnve His Life to
Make the Undertaking Successful.
Jean Fabre, a Savoyard of humble pa
rentage and obscure birth, conceived and
executed the colossal work of piercing
Mount Coma and uniting Savoy and
Italy. This gigantic scheme was carried
out in defiance of all the obstacles that
assailed its originators. After years of
patient, unremitting toil, without the aid
of the more perfect appliances of later
days, this extraordinary man completed
tho tunnel and wins proclaimed the con
queror of mountains, tho king of engin
eers, the benefactor of his country. De
sirous of obtaining the rest he had so
richly earned, Monsieur Fabre retired
into tho peaceful, comfortable villa ho
had erected, and prepared to live there
with his only daughter. 110 called it by
the curious and unusual name of La Re
mise, the literary" meaning of which ia
“coach house,” and which is sometimes
used figuratively to imply cessation from
active work and retirement from tho
world. Ho may have intended to imply
that ho had taken his retreat and ex
pected to live in repose. Apparently ho
had given up his procession when tho ru
mor of anew and oven more stupendous
enterprise reached his ears—the pierc
ing of tho St. Gothard—a far more
difficult, far more hazardous eqperiment
than tho previous one. Ho was eagerly
solicited to place him so if at the head of
tho undertaking. The stimulus of a
groat obstacle to conquer silenced his
hesitation, and bo consented to visit tho
mountain with the German and Swiss
engineers. After a minute examination
of rooks, crests, and slopes ho gavo his
decision: “I shall do it,’* lie said, “if it
costs me my life.**
These words were prophetic. Jean
Fabre began his colossal struggle with
nature. He fought inch by inch, hour
by hour with difficulties of all kind; with
tho invasion of water threatening tho
newly-constructed vaults; with intense
heat suffooatlng the workmen; with pes
tilential atmosphere felling them at their
task. But these were not his worst foes.
Ho had to struggle against the colleagues
sent to him by Germany, men ignorant
of the soil, the locality, tho mountain,
whoso petty jealousy and obstructing
opposition inode Ids mission exceedingly
bitter and tenfold arduous. At
ono time the scheme was about to bo
given up, when Fabre, undaunted, inde
fatigable, redoubled his efforts, perfected
old machines, invented new ones, en
couraged, milled, comforted, nursed his
men, and at the end of eight years of
unremitting toil was able to summon tho
German delegates and the representa
tives of the Swiss government to
see the tor no! opened from end to
end. He told them of the obstacles sure
mounted, the dangers braved, of his
whole fortune sunk in that herculean
undertaking, crowned by such magnifi
cent success. Suddenly his words died
on his lips, lie staggered and fell sense
less on tho subterranean way ho had
given the world. The strain had been
too great, and through tho dark
ness, through the crushing weigh!
of heaped rock and glaciers, tho
bravo, noblo soul Uod to the blue heavens
above.
Tho ingratitude of quick oblivion has
well nigh forgotten his name. His
daughter has disappeared. His hard
gained earnings have melted away. The
house le built stands desolate, tho
gardens are deserted, tho smokeless
chimneys rise black in tlto clear air, and
no traco remains of him who twice
passed triumphant, cleaving tho stone as
he went, through eternal night from ono
land to another.
La llemise, such as it is, seemed tho
fitting abode for a great misfortune, but
neitlier tho modest villa nor the aristo
cratic castle will, for the present at least,
shelter tho exile of Franco.—Loudon
Cor. New York Sun.
MottUNtM of Advertising In Pnrlti.
One of tho first things which strikes
tho eye of an observant American trav
eler in England ami France is tho differ
ence in the nature of the wares adver
tised in large letters on a blank wall.
Show bills of theatres and circuses are
seen in abundance on both sides of tho
Atlantic of course, writes a correspond
ent, but second only to these in importance
are the flaming advertisements iu Amer
ica of various tobaccos, in England of
various eatables and drinkables, and in
France of various newspapers and books.
In Paris a large poster is likely to recom
mend anew book or newspaper, in Lon
don anew jam, or anew soda water, in
New York anew brand of tobacco to
smoko or to chew. The comparison is
not to the disadvantage of the French
man. Another thing to bo noticed is
that the press Ls called upon to do public
work more often tu§re than in England
or even in America. If there is a great
catastrophe the newspapers not only
open a subscription; they are also ex
pected to organize an entertainment, a
performance, or a fete of some kind.
Aud tho political newspapers combine in
groups as nominating eon ventions. There
was an election hero in Paris the first or
second Sunday in May, and M. Gautier,
tho successful competitor, was an
nounced as the candidate of tho radicul
socialist press,—Cor. Now York Graphic,
! Onnmenoomeota Should bj Abolished.
| The B;ci Francisciaco Report wants to
! have CL umencementp abolished on tho
ground that they aro out of place in a
j country wl sro free education is offered
to aIL “The college commencement,”
it sayt, >4 is a reiio of the ancient time
when the scholar was a rarity and a dis
tinguished person who must bo treated
with exceptional honor. He generally
was compelled to suffer hardships and
privation in order to obtain his knowl
edge, and lie was treated with corre
sponding respect upon winning. But it
is absurd for the state to furnish tlio
children of this state with a free educa
tion, and then to make heroes of them
for accepting it.” —Chicago Times.
The London Athonceum thinks the na
tionality of the author of a popular novel
,is betrayod by the sentence “Wasleadon
heolod Justice clinching its iron hand
Cor another blow?” . _ .. . _.