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: ESTABLISHED 1850. 1 IJ. 11. E6TILL, Editor and Proprietor. | the bridge of years. From manhood's isle of duty To boyhood's land of beauty A vast bridge stretches o'er the river Time. Yet weary sighing mortals May enter not its portals. And cross again to youth's departed prime. Above the vapory arches \ spirit-armv marches, Events tic.it fllicflPthe distant long ago; I .os-t chances hopes and gladness, Wrapt in a mist of sadness, [n spectral throngs are moving to and fro. 'Tis strewn with many a token Of ties forever broken, Still dreams of love and friendship gone for aye Assume their wonted splendor. When longings sweet and tender, Across the mystic structure fondly stray. There, in the far-off spaces, Rise half forgotten faces, And peer from out the dim acoman past. Sad voices, too, seem calling, Their plaintive echoes failing TJpou the soul, with sorrow's gloom o'ercast. Oh! faded joys and pleasures! Life's earlv golden treasures Come back to me from childhood's sunny shore. Return on wings of fleetness, With all your old-time sweetness, And glad my spirit as in days of yore. Alas! In visions only, ’Mid hours of musings lonely. Youth's by-gone happiness to us appears In vain the heart's sad j earning— Yet Memory’s beacon burning Gleams brightly o'er the mystic Bridge of Years. J. Ambrose Doyle. the wreath of lilies./ A Posthumous Legend. BY MME. GEORGE SAND. (never before published in any lan guage.] Translated by Lew Vandcrpoole. The master said let it be a wreath of ivy or laurel, but the pupil begged that it might he a wreath of lilies. The laurel, he said, |in his soft, silvery tones, never dies; and the ivy in dying takes upon itself beautiful colors—colors which seem a mockery at such a time. Of the three, only the lily is ever pure and stainless, as the human soul should he: and, also, it is only the lily which fades, droops and decays in death like the human body. And, so arguing, Bernardino won his desire of the great sculptor, Tor nello. Bernardino was born among the bleak Northern quarries where there is only the absence of art to make one think of art. There was nothing in his babyhood to com pensate him for the dirt and debris of the quarries, and the incessant din and clatter r>f the drills, sledges and picks of the quar ryrnen, but the few mean little vines and flowers which grew in out-of-the-way nooks and niches where the destroying havoc of the toilers did not wreak desolation. The Dther little folk of the quarries were as rough and coarse as those from whose loins they were sprung, and their boisterous noise hurt Bernardino even more than he was Imrt by the noise of the quarrymen. They said and did things which pained and dis tressed him, and so he avoided them and iw always apart by himself. Loving the vines and flowers, which, with thehright sunlight and the ever-varying ;ky, were his sole pleasure and happiness, ic began wondering if lie could not shape their counterparts out of the fragments of stone which the quarrymaster condemned as worthless. At last he tried to cut a bit of marble into resemblance of a cluster of vine leaves. He had only a rude chisel which one of the iron workers had ham mered out of a piece of broken drill, but he succeeded so well that it was easy to guess what his intention hod been. He was then 1 kd of 8 years, and yet he was already an unconscious worshiper at the shrine of beauty. In a few yeai-s more lie had attained a fair degree of cleverness, so much so that he could no longer endure the drudgery of the quarries, where there was inly noise and dirt and lewd jests and Boarse swearing; so, one night, ho stole soft ly away and walked on and on, never once stopping, except for an occasional bit of rest or to beg a chunk of brown bread and a "ater, until he was safe in the City ot Ulies. Once in Florence hr was content, respite his absolute poverty. He knew that to one would ever conie thero who had town him iu the quarries, and there was jjjh? *l* which he feared or dreaded. “0 fled from the mountains he had wight that all would be well with him if fouid only reach Florence. Just how Vint lnmself in a position ofcomfort he ™jii°t know. That there was a way ho ano doubt; if he could only find it. He a never yet been confronted with failure, jwusehehad never yet attempted any -3 l>eyond his easy reach. But t<> he . ng and hungry and alone in Florence, i n ° °P e , to "'horn he r<mid turn for Jr, niK j w jth no trade by which he could gw Dread that was quii<- another matter. ■ r smee he had not yet learned that there an< l dreadful a thing as disap- Mment in the world, he. in his utter ig 'Airo and unconsciousness of life, felt that w „. r , to foceed by whatever path h' i" LS °l ,cn, 'ri to him, never dreaming “ at som, ‘ pathway would be opened to I ' l 'ire li-iuit on Pernordi tin's jj . Bhottldw*, ,lr "nt ,!' I"** n '* face, mi yimiiK, iii -1,,1 ,I,K (frrwt, frank lie-own S*- uiul J ,‘ u,r luiir: lii exquisite II 111- ,1 , ••fill riurifl<j., ||||,|, lll,li e til,ill "r| ~, “UlUe and musical voice Hull 9 " 4 " hi* llr *~, aM u-llti, 111, MM,I v, " i, u, “' '•• iiitn ' 11, J 111 111,- I*lll ,lf |.l Mil,| i-, i,,ii J-V. h r r " u * *“■ I'l--" tn i, 1 11 **' *^ll t, *‘l of resuming Inin l*’ ',, ,”! I*'tl <- 1” li.ww l*mt iirt Pi'-1a...1i " derisively, Iwt I Tui , ‘v and <>ut of uli v. I ''< *w Mui. ** | “ Uu , ,i,.i.ss of „j| r ll *<>*Jw it |v ii,, v • i 'mvt, a limvwm U> stent ** iwi Bernardino sighed. He had thought all along that art was enough. But to need a fortune at the butaet, that was very hard. “If you were only in Home, now, instead of in Florence, you might, as helper to some sculptor, support yourself. There is no other way. But hero in Florence, even that is impossible,” said an old wrinkled and grizzled dealer in bronzes and marbles. “Altro!” cried a strong voice in disgust. “Who dares speak such vile slander against Florence, the very mother of art I When has she ever denied her artists a liv ing?” “Tornello!” whispered the loungers in the shop, staring at the newcomer. “Tornello— the sculptor.” There was a blaze of mingled contempt and anger in Tornello’s eyes and a curl of scorn on his lijps. He did not wait • for an answer, but placed one hand upon Bernar dino’s shoulder and looked straight into the boy’s eyes, first wonaeringly and then ten derly. “Don’t let thorn discourage you with their idle croaking,” he said. “If you have any instinct of art, you need have no fear. What can you do ?” “I can cut leaves and flowers and vines out of stone, and can make them as much like life as those in the churches.” Tomello smiled, hut restrained himself when he saw & tendency to laughter to those about him. The boy's frankness pleased him. It took him back to the sweet old days when he, too, had faith in himself. “Come with me,” he said, “and to-morrow you shall do some vines and leaves and flowers for me. - ’ So they went away together. “Make me a wreath out of this,” said Tornello, touching a block of flawless mar ble. “Make me a wreath of either ivy or laurel.” But the boy, loving the lilies best, plead ed that his first work for Tornello might lie fashioned after them. His entreaties pre vailed and he had his way. Down in the meadows, along the Arno, he wandered, gathering great quantities of the lovely flowers which he held so dear. Carrying them home, he made the most perfect ones into a wreath, and then carefully studying them began the delightful task of reproduc ing them iu stone. Tomello, deeming such a course best, left the boy to himself until his work was done. 'fMnr n Down in the meadows he wandered. Patiently, persistently, happily Bernar dino wrought, and one evening, he asked Tomello to come and see wuat he had done. Bernardino was still under Pi, and it was less thail eight years since be had first touched a chisel to stone. In all that time he had no teacher, no hint, no word of instruction. Neither had he seen any work of art in all his life until he came to Flor ence. In his childhood, when ho had asked why the stone was quarried, they told him that tome of it was made into palaces; and that some of it, also, was hewn for artists, who, with chisels, cut it into the shapes of the things around them which they thought lov liest. Some of these things which the artists made were exchanged for groat for tunes, the auarrymen told him. And this little was all that he knew of art. The most beautiful shapes about him, in those bleak, comfortless mountains, were those of the vines and flowers, poor and mean as they were. So he began trying to reproduce them in castaway fragments of stone, with nothing to guide or direct him but intuition and exquisiteness of soul. Knowing all this, Tomello doubted if the boy could do anything beyond crude cliisel iugs, in which their might be some promise or lurking possibility of future achieve ment. And so, wdieu ho went to inspect Bernardino’s wreath of lilies and found it a magnificent piece of art in which ho saw notViiug to criticise, his surprise and amaze ment were boundless. Catching the boy into his arms, ho kissed him warmly and rapturously. “You do by nature that which I have al ways striven to do by art,” cried Tornello. “Call me master no longer. It is you who are master—not I. No one else in Italy could htive done this thine so well. You have genius—unmistakable genius—the, rarest gift God over gives, and you will' lead us all some day, unless some woman de stroys you. No, you do not, cannot under stand ; but you wul soon enough —much too soon: Bond all your thought, all your en ergies ujion.your art-—then all will be well with you. Go one step out of your course and all your future is lost to you—a future, too, like Michael Angelo’s. Such as you are always in -'anger. While I live I will always try to keep you in safety; but think only of your nit. That will ever lie your surest safeguard.” The two worked on together for the next four years in perfect huppiness and con tent. Bernardino’s fame spread until it eclipsed turn of Tornello’s, whose pride and love for his protege increased with his days. The young artist was petted and courted upon every hand, hut nothing hut his be lovi-d art seemed to have power to move him. The most cunning and artful devices of the most licautiful and charming women failed to wean him from his chisels. His workshop was more to him tlinn the flnest salmi iri Italy, and in his honrt there was only lov e for Tomello and the art which they were both seeking to glorify. One night, in a dream, a woman came to Bernardino—a woman of the mrest beauty. “Go, once more,” she said, “to the bleak northern qtmrries whence you came lu re. Oil the highest of all the bflls is a block of stone, which hangs hi a cleft in the rocks. In it iny Ixsiy is imprisoned. 1 am the Ouecn of flic l.ilios—the spirit presiding over " the flowers which you must love. LUxi'ate me. Uriii'f the bhx'k of i tone liore in the City of Lilies, hero in the heart of my once imperial kingdom. H*-t me tiw and I will reward you. Whatever you will shall lie yours." Believing in Ids dream, he went kpek northward t<> the detested quarries, whonco he lual fits I five years lief one. in the dome of the highest hill was a deep, narrow ala ft, v* Inch looked ns if it luid heen clmpjssl into the liar,l stone liy a blow from mine great ax. 11l this cleft, exactly as be j had dreamed, hung'a block of st/me. The workmen removed it for Bernardino, and lie | luel ii sent to Tlo' eiev and taken to lit* studio. Not until thou did he tell Tomello hu | dr, i,in. The old artist reillml. "If it has any aigtnfl, .me* at all," lie said, “th" dnsnn nmaitv that you are to *hnis-thi lila’il of marble lilt*, til,- eel ill,latest of a I hs,nlil>il woman. wi.o is to Ist so mu tot | tall still as tie- iMm-u of th* 1 silo* I wiaiid las 1 b'hi ,h, if | vv.ro you, m t mi.cl, itsv l>v lie d, >v, hi: they are of straix* fatale, I SAVANNAH, GA„ SUNDAY, APRIL 24, 1887—TWELVE PAGES. Sometimes one has good cause for thinking that they have value. At other times wo have still lie tier reasons for believing other wise. One never can settle upon the things of so invisible a kingdom.” Bernardino made the marble block into a half nude statue without a model or any thing else to guide him but his recollection of the woman of his dream. The face was spiritually fine and subtle, but the form, though dainty in its extremities, was volup tuously round otherwise. There was some thing, though, so pure, sweet and modest about it that it suggested the lilies to those who saw it before they were acquainted with the young artist’s intention. All Florence united in pronouncing it a great creation, and all the country rang with Bernardino's praises. None greeted him with wanner applause than Tornello, his master. “Now, dear,” he said, “I am content. Every possible temptation has been thrust upon you, and you have resisted them all. Even praise has not spoiled you. You are safe—safe from the harm of women—safe from everything which could do you hurt. No man who lives can call you second to him. You are foremost in art as well as foremost in virtue.” At that very moment in a Roman wine room, through whose open windows could be seen the yellow Tiber, another great artist was dining. He bad just come down from Florence, where he had been, with many others, to see Bernardino’s statue of the i'ily queen. As he was finishing his din ner his wine was brought him by a young woman, at sight of whom ‘the ‘artist sprang to his feet With a loud cry of sur prise. “Who are you?” he exclaimed, when he could get his breath. “What ails you?” cried the woman; “are you ill? You look at me as if you thought I huil the plague.” “Who are you ?” he repeatrti, “Only a wanton,” she answered, scowl ing and shrugging her shoulders. “But what of that? There are plenty who are worse than I.” The artist sighed. “You are exactly like Bernardino's statue. Were you his model? You and his lily queen could not ho more alike, in face and figure, were you both cut from the same block.” The woman moved swiftly away, with a strange light in her eyes. When the artist next, went to that wine room the was gone. In the next three months, all that hu manity ear. devise for the honoring of a fa vored one was done for Bernardino. And he bore it all with the modesty and sim plicity wliieh had marked his first utter ance to Tornello. One night, at an artist's frolic in the young man's studio, they pro posed crowning him with a laurel wreath. “No,” said Tomello, “let it he a lily wreath instead.” “How eaii we?” cried a yellow-huired Saxon, a painter of exquisite portraits. “This is not the lily season.” “It is always the lily season here,” an swered Tornello, bringing out the wreath of lilies which was the first- of Bernardino's work that he ever saw. “You can crown him with lilies—you can crown him with this. It is the work of his hands, and ir is so light and perfect that it will well become the brow of its creator.” The Saxon and the others caught up the wreath, but Bernardino took it front their hands and placed it at the feet of his won derful statue. “Let it lie there, rather,” he said, with the merry laugh of a contented boy. “Behold! My very earliest, and my very latest, work in Florence!” Tc imello shuddered. “What is it?’ asked Bernardino, step ping forward and taking the master by the hands. “I scarcely know. There was a chill in my marrow when you spoke then—as if you were moved by the spirit of prophecy.” WlF^rryzj !)/// fa M vA CT* i cH*- /i v l Hr rained her beautiful hand to his lips. The next morning when Bernardino en tered th© studio, toe marble woman, the now famous Queen of the Lilies, seemed to smile down upon him from her pedestal. A e< eond glance discloijed to him Unit her hair, eyes and Kps. all of which had been color less marble the night before, were now full of t,Ue color of life. He touched her hand, and her lingers, ail warm and trembling, closed over tiis. Thrilled and stirred, in a way that was new and bewildering to him, he raised her lieauldul band to his lips. Then the woman stepped down from the pedestal and knelt at his feet. The wreath of lilies caught in her drapery, and, falling as she knelt, was broken ui two. Her Angers were still clasped about his hand, and pulling him forward until his face was on a level with hors she ruined her lips mid kissed him. “I sin the lily queen," she said. “Hhc who came to you in a dream, imploring you to release her from the marble block which held her imprisoned in the northern moun tains. You have mad,■) rue a woman once more, and. as a reward, I am nil yours.” He believed her, and they were married. Many who saw her also believed, but many more doubted. At bait, all but Toruello swore that, she was only t.be lovely wanton from the Roman wine room, who mode a ladder of Bernardino's fancy by which she cllmlied into letter life. Tomello never would believe lids and Bernardino never knew that it was said. Yet. when lie met her, nil hi* art died within him and love caine in its place. Years mtrrward, when he was dead, t hey placed Ilia broken wreath of lilies on ills tomb. Eastern Political Boss—Si uco I've beau in Oniaiiu I've sts-n house I mil, ling and other work going on on Sunday. I lilliibn Mull -Yes. it can’t Is, helped. “But lib.’ .o le and places of luiiiiduiioiit nr,- I, pen oil Sunday too." “\ on. Isn’t it so in The Hastf" “Ifa, sin-. IVdon't allow it. It Jutor fen* t<x# much witji Um* siil<k,iis." —Omniai World. A |s,|i<-e magnet rat-• lias ts-fire*! to Is-lleve i Um' a man •wn live iwtt d<,r to a saloon ami m vsr mi,f it. IV'iiy, mull have is-en i known to lbs next ifoor to h ehtireh ami { lit v,-r eiitur it, ~ I’hilttUelphia Sorth A uteri* | nail I POST OFFICE_ 110BBI:RS. EX-INSPECTOR NEWOOME TELL3 HOW FRAUDS ARE DETECTED. A City Under a Roof—A View of tho Interior- How Ite Two Thousand Em ployes Aro Kept Busy—How the Mails Aro Robbed—Some Interesting Inci dents How Confiding Immigrants Are Defbauded. New York, April 2fi.—Tho New York post otjjeo building is at the junction of Broadway and Park row. It is an- issivo structure, and being thus pr auinnatly sit uated it becomes an object of iuterest to all visitors to the lower part of Broadway. From tho time Mr. Pearson, the present postmaster, first entered the olllcc as a su perintendent the service in the New York office commenced to improve, and being backed by his chief, Mr. James, he unearthed many grave irregularities. It is largely due to his untiring exertions tlmi tho office to day ranks the highest and gives its patrons by far the best service of any post office in the United Btates. As you enter the post, office building from the front you rind vourself in the lobby, a thoroughfare extending from the Broadway side around the front to Park row. At o:.e time it. was a grant field for the pickpocket and the confidence man. This latter class would meet the unwary visitor from the rural districts und first forcing an acquaint ane * in some mysterious vav would inter est the countryman in some scheme. Those schemes would all end alike; the man from out of town, in his eagerness to obtain a great sum of money on a small investment, would invariably be swindled out of ail his ready money, and if he left his nev -made friend with clothes enough to make himscl; presentable on the street he would be ex tremely fortunate. In 1881 Detective L. A. Neweome war. appointed by Postmaster General James as a Post Office Inspector in charge of the New York division, undone of his first acts was to rid the lobby of this class of rascals. As the people who had been defrauded refused to make complaints for fear their friends at home would learn through the press ti n they had been so easily rinpod. none of the confidence operators were ever arrested. But on one or more occasions being seen in the lobby they were ordered out. and not olieying immediately they were ejected Mr. Newcome’s greet criminal acquaintance served him in this particular, an 1 these men, soon learning how they would be treated r discovered in the lobby, finally disappeared. J SORTERS AND CARRIERS. No view of the interior of the post office can lie obtained from the lobby, and it is necessary to procure a permit from the postmaster before you are allowed to enter. The New York post office is the largest in tho United States, and is by far the best regulated. You stand in the gallery in the general office overlooking the clerks dis tributing letters, the letter carriers assortirg and setting up their mail preparatory to going out on their route, all so intent on their various duties that they do not ever, stop to look at the stranger us lw passes 1, tween the long letter cases. Then at the sound of a bell the letter carriers form in line, and marching to the rear of the dis tributing eases t ake the letters that havt beon placed thereon by the clerks who are continually distributing the mail as it i brought to them from the stamping table by the messengers. The carriers then re turn to their desk and are obliged to have the mail just procured all arrange 1 so that when the second bell rings, ten minutes later, they will leave the office to goon their routes. Their places at the desk are inline diately filled by the relief carriers, who have to go tlir hu li the same form and lie reruiv to leave the e‘bi> a-soon os their time isuji. But this is only tho city delivery depart ment. On the Broadway iils of the office i art army of <l< rks di tributing mail matter, and the continual thump of the kur.d stump a. it is used by different men remind* one of a factory. On the floor below twenty feet under the sidewalk, one finds the same systematic way of doing busiia.-.. Very little first-class mail is handled there; it is nearly all second, third and fourth class matter; ami in this basement ia the repair shop, where all the pouches that have becomo torn are repaired or condemned. And then you will find a regular printing office where a weekly paper is printed and distributed among the cm plows, giving informat ion oti certain points, notice of all transfers, discharges, etc. Tho registry department is ou the second floor. It has been estimated that this Je partment handles on on average in vahe more in otic day than throe of our largest banks. ' ; '.imr~ ^ rnmmmWlnl w* TIIK KTAMPtHH AT WORK. Detective 1.. A. Newsome, late Inspaetsir of tin* New York post ofllat*, lieillg quuie tionccl by the writer ua to the integrity of its vast force of employe*, s,yid: “In the general is at, o 11-oiuid it* I,ranches there are over ‘J.OOO unloves. Homo of these men have Ik-cii in th ■ service a great man v yenrs, fait moot, of tlieiii are new men n/iiuittc. I under the civil service lay* - . Wlijlc under this mien great many go| men have Iss-n olitulned for the jhi-i aT nervine, utiil there is an opening through whHi unsoru puloi-a men can gain luluuttanrw A Unit two years ngoji tough horactsu pa-Mcsl tin, elvll #,rvl”„ ex^jiination niijJ rwieivisl hii appointment. W<> wu I'ctaJlM n> tu< regis tered left, fd( lsutm>nt i| - luvl been intljn mo vh*< only atsHit a week wheat, in a **l,>m Iji Varick street, hei was overlxnanl by one ol lay iiimi Vo say that lie only went into the post offt, t/>rteui aixl *e, luel got into tl.i ragisteved bUer i, jau-tAtfuL winye vmu day tee would aspoisdi the *>•• by making * **tf mud l t* iH d* am n.w-iis*, that after I had reported this to the post master the young man was immediately dis charged. It was then learned that ho was an ex-convict, and has since been arrested for burglary and is now serving his time. My exfierience teaches me that the majority of post office employes are strictly honest, but once in a while a black sheen will stray into the flock, and sometimes before ho is detected he may do a great deal of lmnn. in October, 1881 , I received information from Mr. Pearson that complaints hod been made to him that several banking houses were receiving registered letters containing only u portion of the original amounts of money said to lie inclosed. An investigation developed tho fact that a clerk in the de partment was spending a great leal of money. I had him watched while in the office, hut could get noevidence against him. Ho telegraphed to the office one morning that he was ill and could not come over. As soon as this was reported to mo I proeoeded over to Brooklyn to where this young man resided. He was not at home. I learned from tile servant girl that he had gone to drive with the young lady he was engaged to. After a long search I discovered where he hired his team and learned from tho man who kept tho livery stable that he spent some ?t!0 per month tor carriage hire. That night when the young man returned from his drive I arrested him and he confessed to me that ho hail stolen about $(>00 in stuns from $lO upward. These depredations had tcpki! IrffSß sSiSSHP SOME LATE FOREIGN MAIL. covered a period of over three months. The young man was the only son of a distill vnished clergyman. Ho had been taught t > do \\ fiat, was right, but on one occasion ho had found a letter unsealed containing mo ney. The temptation was too great; be could not withstand it and ho bellied himsei f to half of it.s contents, S2O. Although a serious case an affair connected with it is rather laughable. When this young man was living conveyed to the prison handcuffed ion Deputy Sheriff in the depot he met an old school chum who had not heard of hi., arrest. On inquiring why he was hand cuffed the young man replied : ‘Why, didn’t you know 1 was a det>ictive( 1 am, and am taking this man to the penitentiary. Good bye,’ and thus they separated. It is seldom, as before stated, that a depredation occurs ill the registry department. Extra precau tions arc taken here. A great mauv losses and delay > of unit mutter arc ehargitbla to the tact that the parties mailing are not particular as to the address, consequently the letter goo astray, and then before it is found it goes through so many hands that if some of the contents are missing it is very hard work to locate the depredator. Often times complaint* are made to the post office of losses of letters when the fault is not chargeable to the post office, but to the fact that some dishonest messenger boy or clerk in tampering with the mail in the very office the complaint proceeds from. I have on record a great many caws of this kind, and the hard-worked but honest post office clerk i . under suspicion until tho real culprit is found. — ra - -- - i: V PUTTING NEWSPAPERS IN POUCHES. “The business parried on by the money order department i.s enormous, and still it la very seldom that o money order is paid wrongfully. Oik-o in o great while the sig nature on a money order is forced, but this does not insure the payment of said money order and the forger is very likely, oa pre sentation, to Is- requested in a polite manner to sit down and wait a few moments. In the im-antiiuo an officer is notified. Inter prefers have to Is- on hand in both this and the regisb-red let tor dcturtibnit t > transact tho business v/itli the foreign element, and the-e foreigner.; look on our jiostol system as the best method to transjiort money not only i:j tile United Stab -but to their own eonti trv An Italian interpreter j ive the office some trouble about a month ago. lie had been in the service about t.vo years and had the eotifidenoo of hi.; countrymen. After u while he conceived the Id a of swindling them in this manner: They, not knowing the regulations and not suspecting this man of any dishonest motive, would give him he money they w ished to send home und the address it was to lie mailed to. They would then In told it was all right. In some paw's he would give them his individual re edpt on official paper. The money never would Iravo the poeket of thi:; rascal exeent to pay for some dissipation. It, was the man’s dissolute habits that finally arouse I my suspicion and I arrested him. Ho is now serving his time. “Ft is u grave offense against the United Htntes law to mail any inflammable or ex plosive substance, hut it Ims boon done in the Now York office and on one oeea-i -n nearly caused trouble. In the spring of is.** two jstckagQK were drop;x-d in the nmin office, one addressed to the Hon, Cyrus W. Field and one to the hit" William 11. Van iterbilt. The one adib tsewl to Mr. Vander bilt explode*! in the elevated railroad ear. The force of the explosion tlejirlv threw tin ear off tho track and net tiro to tlie mail. It was extinguished, however, before any seri ous damage was done. An examination of the ret of the mail discovered lie package addressed to the lion. Cyrus \V. Kiel I. r> li of the packages contained over half a pound of guncotton, with chemicaln in glass tills :; so arranged as to ignite ns soon us the cover of the box which contained the name- was retnovisl. There is nothing left of tho Van derbllt package Imt I still have In tnv col lection flic one addressed to Mr. Field. Another rmekage <:• ntaming dynamite to arranged that a worn* tllflend of th'-paek age was removed would cause the dkv norgi o| a huh It plt.tol and ( onaeqncntly tho dyna mite can be also •-‘•M at my office at l*K: Broadway. This jm'kugo wus sent to me by some unknown |W >n. ami if I had opened It a* perhaps one l<***i careful might hove done, It b-fuswlbk* 1 would not Is- hem to toll you about It. Hut lieforw the is)roe or Mid was in iV "l the whole jan kaf.it Wo* phw<d In a bne'a-t of water and them was left until i**iiple' ly oaUiraUd." Mr ffeweona h*s mud* a gn rti many or iTwti. hath lii the New York i/ffbv arri over hki iUndid gewaraUv, and hi* tv-rap Is* A of lila iknvtfw sHei- V, i ktteilmv la full of interesting clippings from the press nil over the country. In tho New York office the most of the arrests lmve been made from the branches; these depredation:, Were mostljfton orrtinnry mail matter. Henry James. FASHION IN FLORAI/DECORATIONS Somo of the Novel Ways in Which Flowers are Used. New Yoiuc, April 33. —The other day a lady gave a luncheon and went to a florist's to order some flowers for the table. It was just beforo Faster, and she found it almost impossible to obtain tho flowers she sought, or, in fact, any at all. “They are hall hen gaged for Hcastcr,” she was told, but when in place of cut flowers tlio man suggested that “mabho yer have some potted plants liat iniin you could ’aw,” she fait her heart growing lighter. Tho man further informed her that growing plants wore fashionable for table decoration, and so pleased was she with tho idea that sue resolved to start a fashion of her own. In the centre of tho table she placed a rumpled scarf of pale pink Chinese silk ; in tho centre of that a pot m which grew some carnation pinks. To cover the plain torra cotta pot she made a veritable petticoat of pnlc green silk plaited at the top. which fitted exactly around the c ige of tne flower pot and hung down to the table. At the fom - corners of the scarf were smaller flower pots, each llllcd with some different variety of growing plant. Homo pansies had a silken cover of lavender, a tall white hyacinth one of pole pink, a yellow jonquil of blue and a blue hyacinth of a yellow silk drapery. These were some plants that usually stood in 11 sunny window of her library, and hero they were “doing the grand” at a feast. Everybody present congratulated the hostess on her beautiful mid novel table decoration, not knowing that it would never have lieen but for the fact that ail other flowera were engaged for Easter. I suppose many a fashion is started just this way. Necessity is truly the mother of invention. Speaking of novel ways of using flowers, Mrs. Hick "-Lord is celebrated, nod justly so, foe her beautiful arrangement of flowers, which she : corns really to love. At her re captions one sees on the top of an ebony cabinet iierhaps tittv beautiful tlnv cut glass vases. Home are Bohemian; some of the rarest Venetian glass, with heavy gilding, hut all are beautiful and costly. Each glass holds three or lour blossoms of mignonette, and the effect is enchanting. It seems to give anew beauty to the flower, because it is not brought, into close proximity with others, and more delightful than all comes the de licious odor, unadulterated, filling the air with the nerfume, increased a hundred-fold. On a table are as many more of these tiny vases, (‘Hell holding one or two Bonzalinc liv e-, nil by themselves, while the mantel is adorned with yellow jonquils similarly ar ranged. Tho beauty and effectiveness of this arrangement arc wonderful. Eaeii flower is seen to advantage, gives forth its own individual perfume and remains with out wiitmg tnr longer than if the flowers were massed together..iutlf hidden, as is the ease in huge baskets of flower*. As for potted plants, Mrs. Hieks-Lord has a stand of azaleas that are perfection in the manner m which they arranged. They are a study in color. Evelyn Baker Harvtkr. A DOG WITH STYLE ABOUT HIM. But a Shamoful Dog For All That. New York, April “and. —A woman’s pet by nature is a child; a woman's pet by fash ion is a dog. When tho fashions of to-day were as yet in their archaic forms —in those same unenlightened days when crinoline.-, and sandaled slippers made all womankind like a prophetic foreshadowing of the mod ern ballet, popular tastes ran toward noodles. To have a poodle as entirely hirsute as nature intended him to be was stylish enough, but to have a poodle witn bis hind quarters and his legs shared was to Ik- distinctly chi'. There was just that fine difference between them tliat there is be tween the Fedora of Fanny Davenport and the Fedora of the great. Borah. Fashion re peals itself. Not a week ago, while walking up Fifth avenue, I saw a handsome girl, well dressed, well brorf, wi ll looking, and beside her tripped a shaven block poodle. Poor dog! Ttie sweetness and light, find all gone out of his life. His hang dog look of sliunie would have melted Knodamantlius. It would not have been so bad if he had been entirely clipped, or if even one-half of him hail U-en shaved, leaving his waving locks about his abashed countenance; so tliat, ostrich like, his head covered, he could have overlooked the rest. But no, this was not quit" e/iic enough, if you please! Dear Fido was clipped in fancy shapes like th<- yew titles at. Yrnnullea. He had little anklets of hair, like a canine form of Nautch girls, and on the end of bis tail, which absently sawed the sujierainhient ether, a sudden volcanic outburst of bushy curls, a sort of black Roman candle, dumbly testified to “what might have been." This was left, as an exhibition crop, it, proved his mettle, being, in short, the crop rte <irurc to any doubts which might exist ns to nis authenti city as a genuine black poodle. His reputa tion as a curio among dogs rested on the palm like exuberance of that waving tuft. It was tin- “stmwlierry mark on his left arm" which fixed his position among black poodles. Despite this, his expression was one of shame and emburnissnieut. He was a living example of the discomforts of those who have greatness thrust upon them. It is a sad thing to have to play tho part of Brutus uguinxt your will. Betsy O’Dowd DEATH IN THE AIR. How People Dio by Inhalation Just Alter a Gunpowder Explosion. From the Manchester Union. Last Hepteniber n jiarty of excursionists went on a steamer from Glasgow to witness the effect of certain large blasting ojiera tions which were to take place on Loch Pyne. In the blast six and one-lmlf tons of giirit>owder were exploded, and after it wp.s over tin-excursionists Went Oil shore to look at the effect of tho shook. Inn short time ! many of them were seized with faintness, six of them died almost, immediately, one died shortly afterward, and five were made very sick, but "v- ntunlly recovered. The n *ult* of the scientific Inquest which fo! towe l Mils sad affair brought out the fact that the ini-sebtef wan probably due to ear bonk: oxide of which It was calculated 4HK pounds ortul-l L* generated by an explosion of the quantity of gunpowder named above, an amount which at the ordinary tomjicra tore and pressure would occupy a space of (i.'il’l mtffe feet. Tills Would IK' sufficient to vitiate l()o times ns many cubic feet of nil. But In Lite p/eacnce of carbonic anhydride, of whii h ih" explosion would generate ;>,.Yi,'i jsminiM, It would render I ,'SXhOQO cubic fuet of lor fatal to human lib. The syinjitoniH of those who suffered nr rttnd agreed to ih(e nttrduitod to jxuaoiiiug by carbonic anliy drkin, and It is said that the blood of one of fho deceased was no liquittod after death tliat It flowed through the coffin The ilieident Is noteworthy from til* fact In/1 iirolsd.ly not otwi parson bi lO,tkiti wouldMij|is*i that lime was tin toast dan ger to l< uppicß' ii Id from going to tL> ityA wlm't a gn at bloat of gu<i|iwder luvt been Iliad, loi rmtlately after tin exjilosesi, and when all out -nl appear* m*. of dsn t*er had eoaaad t*iv J PRICE £lO A YEAR.? 1 5 CENTS A COPY, f CONTENTMENT. Yes. always a cripple, my child. And always confined to my chair. No. I cannot remember the time When I hadn't this burden to bear. You nsk me what makes me so bright, Tho’ Time o'er my forehead has tiling His mantle all ashen and gray? Well, you see that my heart is still young. Am I lonesome? No, never. My friends Are faithful, and come at ray call. Who are the} - ? Earth’s rarest ami liesf They troop here from hut and from hall. My room it Is empty and poor. And the skies they ore dark here, you say? Do 1 mind it - No child, not a hit, For I've been in Venice all day; In a gondola glided all day Up and down ha! ween storied old walls* Glided under the grim Bridge, of r-igiis. And hoard every gray ghost that calls. “In Venice? Yon! crippled, and stiff 'Pled down to that ugly old chair?” Yes, my child, Kate can't hind down my thougua* That s as free as tho birds of tho air. It tnuispoqf* me wherever I will. Thank God, in my mind I touch hands With my fellows all over the earth, My brothers in far distant lands. ? , But 1 talk of strange countries, as one gjl Who knows how each famous spit looks; Ify Well, why not ? Don't Igo everywhere, fflj And see overyhody—in books. —M. N 19m A HOCK OB 1 WOMAN’S HAIR. M An Interesting Exhibition in an gliah Town. gM New York, April 2)i.—WanderingupoHH time througli (ho out-skirting fields small provincial tmvn in England I upon one ot tflose interesting the kind which no doubt, have beeu si Britain since the middle ages. A of wild beasts, in charge of a family mKp mountebanks, hail been brought to a hall and, picturesquely grouped upon the given sward in front of the temporary stage which had been erected for the prei-eding night were to Ik> seen all the gaping-mouthet yokels of the village eager to view the many marvels promised on payment of a stlvei sixpence. Among the wonders I found ai announcement of “til' display of her gre* natural curiosity, by Miss Higismunda Mont moreney, aged id.” I fancied that the gir might ne one of those strange vocalisti whose voices so iu compounded from tin masculine and feminine range, but when th< rosy-cheek isl lass appeared it came out thal her great natural curiosity was her hair which fell upon the door and dragged like I court, mantle when she walker!. There is a reaction in favor of hair. Fat revom! years its glories lmve been clouded} but of lute there 'ms lieeu manifest a desire to possess a luxuriant crown of enpilliary treasure. Biblical eulogy is not beking anent the surprising splendor of woman's lmir, while ns for that of men abundant hair! has from the time of the ancients been ooiy. sidered the attribute of divinity. AVhatl painter, what sculptor of old has ever repro-. M-nted Jupiter, Apollo or Neptune without a, glorious quantity of beautiful hair? Phidias said that liis statue of J upiter Olympus was inspired by Homer, whose pages are full of apostrophes to the splendors of the hair of Ins heroes. Virgil, to express the power of a mythologic god, said that the shaking of his hair caused all Olympus to tremble. Coming down to modem days, who can forgot the poetic assertion that, beauty draws us by a single hair? American ladies in general have fine hair. It grows abundantly, like other vegetables, undor these fa coring skies. But they do nob take altogether good care of it. Tuc hair needs a great deal of ventilation. It should lie brushed and separate. 1 by a Wide-toothed comb morning and evening. It should b allowed to hang down untrainmeled l.flj combs, pins or strings when one is ifl ileshabill ; but no Hint ried woman ever apTtcar in company with hair. A few years ago this frantic prevailed among women of [>oor taste anS limited reading. The flowing hair is mark of a virgin, in all pictoral art, so mentioned by Horace Vv'aljioJe in his torv of painting, published more than a ilns I years ago. Queen Victoria w ill ]k i in it. ii married wmimii whose liair is about her shoulders to approach her cnec ; but the little Wales and girls - her grandchildren--wear their looks unfettere 1 by the snood. fB in spite of the dictum of interested seilers mil hair dowsers nothing tiful mid becoming to a woiuan as natural hair simply wined übout the while a truant love lock here and there capos from Isjndage and falls in curves beauty on the brows. Ouve Log PENNIES FOR NTMBLE FINGER^B A Fortune Made Out of the Cheatnsjflfi Bell. New York, April Si. — The surest road to success for every woman worker who wants to earn a comfortable living for herself is to think of something new. Tq every woman casting nlxiut within herself to see what she can do and how she can earn the wherewithal to live and enjoy her self, the best advice that eon tie given is, offer the world a novelty. It does not make any difference whether or not the ••some thing re w’’ is of any importance and bull little difference whether or not it is of any practical use. In foot, the world will pay better for a trifling novelty that is pretty to look at than it will for one that is intended for sober use. For instance, one young woman in New York lias this spring lieen earning a neat sum of money by painting baby baskets. Silk mull, shirred and ruffled and painted with forget nie-nots, daisies or roses and tied with daintily colored formed just that combination of dee-oration und use for which thi decorative "raze haa made a market. Her idea of painting in stead of trimming with lace was just enough of a novelty to insure n quick return for har trouble. A few years ago a lady had very gn;sl success with anew idea in New Year* cards—a dainty little device It waa, w ith a song and original music on the back. Sli lacked tlie time to nut her idea properly on the market, and so had less success than she might have hud. But even as it was she did very well. The man who patented tha chestnut ball is said to have made out of it a small fortune. He had the quickness to Strike ii popular fam-v in liie nick o{ time witn something odd and now. And shrewdness reiij/ed an ample reward. Women do not usually make much money out of the tiling* they invent for j*ctiuJ( ue. It is when they seise with nimble tin* gor and quick fiuiey upon some trifling non city, odd autd striking, that, they can be sura of winning dollars and dimes In return foe their quickness and ingenuity. laua holldy season tho dealers all corny plained of u fuck of novlties in the market. If bright women, with time on tin ir handj and a 1 - .:< for pin moii"> in their hearts, can evolve fixmi their In am* and flugerf novelties, for is-xt holiday suaaon they will undoubtedly g'-t well |stnl for iLum. Tho liolida) rouuil to a g<ssl time, too, to gek gisvl |affix M. and it woii'd Is- liatx) to Ibsl i bettor oi stiwr say of In'-K-aaiag one’s m-t iisue Ilian by gettfug i.y isld or ibunty nov ellUs with a Mtlistra'itm of u* and a very thick eoatmg of artuimuHt, awl tok.og Uwm to the tb-iU'-m a Uttle Issfors lie* ludldav sea son ioffw nest fall. But tb> would l* to be new met they would have lu t<* atrito t-.v CitHff.iN '