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WM attired in her most eplendid robes,
end caused the uraeus crown to be set
upon her head—the snake clrc'et of
power on her brow, the snake girdle of
wlsdem at ber heart. And now she hid
Bom£?Riar In her breast, and passed to
the antechamber, where the princes gath
ered for the feast
P-jamon look; d up and saw her loveli
ness. So gkrlous she seemed in her
royal beenty that his heart forgot Its
wees, end once again he loved her as he
hac done in yiais gone by when she con
qnered him at the game of Pieces, ai d he
had e„st hie arms about her and she had
stabb d hie).
‘ She saw the look of love gro w on his
heavy face, and all her gathered hate ro?e
in her -cart, tin'-ugn she smiled gentry
with ber lips ard spake him fair.
Tbfy sat at the feast and Pharaoh
drank. And ever as he drank she sn ilea
upcn him with her dark eyes and spake
him woids of gentlest meaning, till at
leDith there was nothing he desired
more than that t ty should he one
again
N ,.w the feast was done. They sat in the
anteehe,tuber, for all were gone save
Meneptahand Meriamun. Then became
to in r and took her hand, looking into
her eyes: nor did she say him nay.
There was a lute lying on a golden ta
ble, and there, too, as it chanced, was a
board for the game of Pieces, with the
dice at d the pieces themselves wrought
in g©:d.
Pua.-aoh took up the gold king from
the board and toyed with it in his hand.
1 Meriamun,” he said, “for these five
years we have been apart, thou and X
Thy love I have lost, as a game’s lost for
one false move, or throw of the dice.
And our child is dead and our armies are
scattered, and the barbarians come like
the files when Sihor Btirs within his
hanks. Love only is left to ns, Meri
a.non.”
She looked at him not unkindly, as if
sorrow and wrong had softened ner
heart also, but she did not speak.
“Can dead love waken, Meriamun, and
can angry love forgive? ’
She had lifted the lute and her fingers
tcuohed listlessly on the chords.
•‘Nay, I know not,” she said. “Who
knows'* How did Pentaur sine of Love's
renewal, Pentaur, the glorious minstrel
of thy father, Raineses Mlamun ?”
He laid the gold king on the board, and
began listlessly casting the dioe. He
threw the “Hathor,” as It chanced, the
lucky cast—two s’xes, and a thought of
better times came to him.
“How did the song run, Meriamun? It
Is many a year since I heard thee sing.
She touched the lute slowly and sweet
ly, and then she sang Her thoughts were
of the Wanderer, but the King deemed
that she thought of himself.
0 joy of love's renewing
• ould love be born again
Relenting for thy ruing.
And pitying my pai." :
O joy of love's aw aking.
Could love arise from sleep,
Forgiving our forsaking
The fields we would not reap 1
Hathor. Thla they did, and ao the day land the eoM atatoo of the OdrUend^the
wore on, while women wailed about the whlta ffcea of dead Meneptah gleamed
the altar
streets because of the death of Pharaoh, i faint and ghostlike.
Now, It chanced that the camel of Bel, Tnen suddenly the flame of
the Priest, fell down from weariness as flared es flares the summer lightning. It
- *“ ' flared full on the face of the dead, and io!
Fleet, 3e
- tl i
ursutng
arnai *i.
doing,
Thy love that tie
Jiut will he list oar t
Or call me but in v
A.i vain is all our wooing.
And ail our pr vers are vain,
Love listeth not bur suing.
Love will not wake again.
“WUi he not wake again,” said Phar
cacti “If two pray together, will love re-
fme their prayer
‘It might be so,” she said, “if two
p.-sysd together, for if they prayed he
wauid have heard already.”
“Meriamun,” said the Pharaoh eagerly,
for he thought her heart was moved by
pit7 and sorrow, “once thou didst w!d
my crowu at the Pieces, wilt thou play
ais for thy love?”
fihe thought for one moment, and then
she said:
“Yes, X will play thee, my Lord, but my
hanl has lost its cunning, and it may
well be that Meriamun shall lose again,
as she has lost a’l. Let me set the pieces
and bring wine for my Lord.”
She set the pieces, and crossing the
room she lifted a great cup or wine and
t I t L«t DhnrnAk v fl 1, n rl P nt 1\a H-n, ha
pat it by Pharaoh s baBd.
inf
But he wat so
ntent upon the game that he did not
drink.
Ho took the field, he moved, she re
plied, and so the game went between
them, in the dark, fragrant chamber
where the lamp burned, and the Queen’s
eyes shone In !he night. This way and
that went the game, till she iost, and he
swept the board.
Tfctn in triumph he drained the poi
soned cuo of wine, and cried, “Pharaoh
is deacP"
“Pharaoh is dead,” answered Meri
amun, gsstog into his eyes
“What, is that look in thine eyes, Meri-
•jeu hat is that lock in thine eyes? ’
A:,d tbe King grew pale a3 the dead,
for he had seen that look before—when
M-.iiu.xrjn slew Hat-asks.
‘ Pharaoh is dead ! ’ She shrilled in the
voice of the women who wail the dirge u
“Pharaoh, great Puaraoh is dead 1 Ere a
man tea- count a hundred thy days are
num-vered. Strange! Bat tomorrow Men
eptah shalt thon sit where Hataska sat
dead on the knees of death on the knees
of th-_- Osiris. Die, Pharaoh, die! Bat
whii t jou diest hearken. Taere is one
I iove, the Wanderer, who leads thy hosts.
His iove I stole by arts known to me, and
beeausa I stole it he would have shamed
me, and I accused him falsely in the ears
of men. But he comes again and so sure
as thou sh«;t sit on the knees o'. Osiris,
so surely shall he sit on thy throne, Pha
raoh For Pharaoh is d-a3!”
He he^rd. He gathered his 'as! strength
H i ;oii- and staggered toward har, strik
ing at the air Slowiy she orew away,
while he followed h---r, awful to see. At
length he stood still, he threw up his
h.-. hd -, and fell dead
i eu Meriamun drew near and looked
it uini str. ngtly.
■ Bi-h. 15 tbeeud of Pa .rnoh,” she sa‘d
• i.hen was a king upon whole breath
the I'.vcs of peoples hung like a poised
feat:. , r v\r!i, let him g--! Earth can
spare 1 u, and death is but tne richer by
» *e»r, fool. Tis done, and. well done
Wi>>!: ; that tomorrow's task wpre also
i*o.-.- - uid that Helen lay wher. X’haraoh
■' • gw. rl:. ,> the cap, a* d nowto sleep,
ir . wll] .’.on:s'. Ah, where hath sleep
;i v f i Tomorrow they’!' find him
do ,! W . i, wnat of it. So Co kings oft-
i si::.. There, X wlii be going; never
w re ' :s eyes so large and so uniove'y.”
7 * « * * *
S ;W the light of morning gathered
sq -in on all the temp e tops, and men
ruse from sleep to go about their labors.
Me iaaiun watched ;t grow as she lay
Bleep:- ss in her golden bed, waiting for
ti.-e cry that presently should ring along
the palace walls. Hark ! What was that? . ..— „»
T .- : earn] of swinging doors, the rush of his lord, the Priests flock to her from the
runnijg feet. And now it came—long ' altars of the God 0 , ay, the very Priests of
i - rose. J I .is flock forsworn from the altars of Isis.
“Pbaraoo is dead! Awake! Awake ye 1 Ail look upon her witch beauty, and to
sli epiis! Awalre! avvas-.-! and look upon ! each she shows an altered loveliness,
tfca' w! ch ha-> come about Puaraoh Is and to all she gives ore guerdon—Death!
d-.-sd! Pharaoh is aea< !” 1 1= it not so, Women of Memphis?”
Tnen Meriamun arose, and follow, d by j ‘ Alas, alas! it is so, 0 Queen,” an-
the Sadies rushed from ; er chamber. , swered the women as with ono voice.
‘‘Wiic dreams so evilly?” she said. “Woes are fallen on you and Khern, my
“Who dreams and cried aloud in his sisters, but on me most of all are woes
hannted sleep?” fallen. My p ople have been slain, my I
‘OQieen, itis no dream,” said oue. land—the land I love—has been laid waste
• Pans Into tbe aatecuambcr and see. with plagues, my child—the only one—is
There lies Paaraoh dead, and there is no ' dead in the great death, hands ' ave been
wound upon him to tell tne manner of laid on me, the Queen of Khem. Tniok
on it, ye who are women; My slaves are
it journeyed swiftly back to Memphis.
But Bel sped forward on foot, and came
to the gates of Memphis, sorely wearied,
toward the evening of that day. When he
heard the wailiDgoi the women, he asked
of a passerby what new evil had fallen up
on Haem,and learned the death of Pha
raoh. Thei Roi knew by whose hand Pha
raoh was dead and was grieved at heart be
caus she whom be bad served and loved,
Meriamun the moon cblid, was a mur
deress At first he was minded to go up
before the Queen and pat her to an open
shame and then take his death at her
Hands. But when be beard that Meri
amun had summoned all the women o.
Memphis to meet her in the Temple of
Osiris he had an other thought. Hurry
ing to that place where he hid in the city
he ale and crack. Then he put iff nis
beggar's rags and robed himseif afresh,
and over ai! Crew the garment cf auaged
crone, for t his was told him, that no man
should be suffered to enter the Teinp.e.
Nc-w the day was dying, and already the
Western sky was red, ard he hurried
lorth and mingled with the stream of
women who passed toward ibe Temple
“"“Who thon slew Pharaoh?” asked ore,
“and why does the Queen summon us to
meet her?” . , ... ,
“Pharaoh is slain by the Witchcraft of
the false Hathor,” answered another,
“and the Queen summons us that we
may take counsel how to be rid of the
Hathor.” . „ _ „ ,.
“Tell not of the accursed Hathor,’ said
a third, “my husband and my brother are
dead at her bauds, and my son died in
the death of the first born that she called
down on Khem. Ah, if I could but see
her rent limb from limb I should seek
Osiris happily.” „ ,, ,
“Some there be,” quoth a foartb, “who
say that not the Hathor, but the godB of
those Apura brought the woes on Klein,
and some that Pharaoh was slain by the
Queen's own hand because of the love
sne bears to that great Wanderer who
came here a while ago.”
“Thou foo ,” answered the first, “how
can the Queen love one who would have
wrought ootrage on her?”
“Such things have been,” said the
fourth woman; “perchance he wrought
no outrage; perchance she beguiled him
as women may. Yes, yes, such things
have been. I am old and I have seen
such things ”
‘ Yes, thon art old,” said the first
“Thou hast no child, no husband, no
father, no lover, and no brother. Thou
hast none who are dear to thte through
the tnag'c of the Hathor. Speak one
more such slander on the Queen and wc
will fall npon thee and tear thy lying
tongue from its roots.”
“Huso,” said the second woman, “here
are the Temple gates. By Isis, did any
ever see such a multitude of women, sna
never a man to cheer them—a draary
sight, indeed! Come, push on. push on,
or we shall find no place. Yea, thou
soldier; we are women, all women; hav<
no fear. No need to bare our breast?;
look at our eyes, blind with weeping over
the dead. Push on! push on!
So they passed by the guards and into
tho gates of the Temple, and with them
went Rei, unheeded. Already it was
well nigh filled with women, although
the sun was not yet dead. Torches were
set about to lighten the gloom, and by
them Rei saw that the curtains be 'ore
the Shrine weie drawn. Presently the
Temple was full to overflowing, the doors
were shut and barred, and a voice from
benind ths curtain cried, “Silence!”
Then all the multitude of women were
silent, and the light of the torches flared
strangely npon their shifting upturned
faces as tires flare over the white sea
foam. Now the curtains of the Shrine of
Osiris were Blowly drawn aside, and the
light that burned npon the altar
streamed out between them. It fell npon
the foremost ranks of women, it fell upon
the polished statue of the Osiris. Oo the
kneeB of Osiris sat the body of Pharaoh
Meneptah, his head resting agai at the
breast of the god. Pharaoh was wrapped
abont with winding cloths, like the mar
ble statue of the god, and in his cold
bands were bound the crook, the sceptre,
and the scourge—as the crook, the seep
tre and the scourge were placed in tne
Bands of the effigy of the god. As was
the statue of the god, so was the body of
Pharaoh that sat upon his knees, and
told and awful was i he face of OAiis, and
cold and awful was the face of Meneptah,
the Osirian.
At the side and somewhat in front of
the statue of the Gi.d a throne was placed
of blackest msrble, ar.d on the throne sst
Meriamun tho Queen. Sue was glorious
to look on. She wore the royal robes of
Khem, the double crown of Khem fash
loned of gold, and wreathed with the
uraeus snakes was set upon her bead, in
her hand was the crystal cross of J.i'e,
and between her mantle’s purple folds
gleamed the eyes o' her snake girdle.
She sat a while In silence, sptaaing no
word, and ail the women wondered ath--r
glory and at dead Pharaon’s awfulness.
Then at length she spoke, low, indeed,
but so clearly that every word reached
the llmitB of the Temple Hall.
“Women of Memphis hear ms, the
Queen. Let each search the face o* each,
and if there be any man among yonr mul
titude let him be dragged forth and torn
limb from limb, for in ibis matter do man
may hoar oar counsels, lest following his
madness he betrays them.”
Now every woman looked upon her
nelgt bor, and she who was next to Rat
looked hard upon him so that he trem
bled for his life. But he crouched into
the shadow and stsred back on her boldly
as though he doubted if she were indeed
a woman, and she said no word. When
ail had looked and no man had been found,
Meriamun spoke again.
“Hearken, women of Memphis, hearken
to your sister and j'--nr Queen. Woe up
on woe is fallen on the nead of Khem.
1’j-ague upon plague hath smitten the an
cient land. Our flrst born are dead, our
slaveE have spoiled us and fled away Our
hosts have been swallowed in the Sja of
Weecs, and barbarians swarm along our
shores like locusts. Is it not so, women
of Memphis?”
“It is so, O Queen !” they ars wered as
with one voice.
A strange evil hath fallen on the head
of Khem. A false Goddess is ome to
dwe l within the land; her sorceries are
great in the land. Month by month men
go up to look upon her deadly beauty,
ai d month by monte, they are slain of
her sorceries. She takes tbe husband
from l i-i mariagt bed, she draws the lover
from her who waits to be a bride, the
slave flies to her from the househo’d of
clashed behind him. He won the outer
space, and, hiding In ti e shadows ot the ]
Temple walls, looked forth. The night
was dark, but from every side a thousand
lights pound down toward the Shrine.
On they came, like lanterns on the wa
ters of Sihor at the night of the feast of j
lanterns. Now he could see their host.
It was the host of the women of Mem
phis and e T ery woman bore a lighted
torch. Trey came by tGDS, by hundreds,
and by thousands, and before them wis
Meriamun, eeulefi in a golden chariot,
and with them were asaOB, oxen, a: d
camels, laden with bitumen, wood, and
reeds. Now they gained the gates, and
now they crashed tb'm ill with batter
ing trees of palm. Tne gates fell; the
women poured through them. At their
head went Meriamun the Queen. Bid
ding certain of tucm stay by nor chariot,
she passed through, and, standing at tho
inner gates, called aloud to the Priests
to throw them wide.
“Who art thou who darest come up
with fire against the holy Temple of the
Hathor?’ asked the guardian of the
gates.
“I am Meriamun, the Queen of Khem,
she answered, “come wun the women of
Memphis to slay the Witch thon guard
est. Throw the gaten wide or die with
the Witoh.”
“If indeed thou art the Queen,” an
swered the Priest, “here mere sits a
greater Queen than thou. Go back! Go
back, Merlamnn, who art not afraid to
offer violence to tbe immortal gods. Go
back! lest the corse smite thee.”
“Draw on! draw on, ye women!” cried
Merlamnn, “draw on, smite down the
gates and tear these wicked ones limb
from limb.”
(To be Continued.)
THE DAISY.
A Legend of the Beautiful Belle
Iteviere.
the lips of the dead moved, and from them
came the sound of mortal speech. They
spake in awfnl accents, and thns they
spoke:
‘ She who was theenrse of Achaean; she
who was tbe doom of Ilios; she who sits
in the Temple of Hathor, the fate of man,
who may not be harmed of man. she calls
down the wrath of the Gods of Kae n. It
Is spoker,!"
The echo of the awful words died away
in the silence. Then fear took hold of
the multitude of women bccausa of the
words of the dead, and some fell npon
their facc-s and some covered their tyis
with their hands.
“A rise my sisters! ' cried the voice of
Meriamun. “Ye have heard not from tny
lips, but from the lips of the dead. Arise
ai d let-us f-rth to ihe Temple of the
Hathor. Ye knew who is the fountain
of our woe-; let us furth and s al it at it)
source forever. O.' men she may not be
harmed who Is the fate of men; from men
we ask no help, fur ail men are tier slaves,
and for her beauty's sake ail rcen forsake
us. But we will play the part of men.
Our woman’s milk shall frei za within our
breasti-; we will dip our tend: r hands In
blood—ay, scorged by a thousand wrongs,
we will forget our gentleness and tear
thiB foul fairness from its nome. Wa will
burn the Haibor’s shrine with fire, her
priests shall perish at the altar, and the
beanty of the false Goddess shall melt
like wax in the furnace of our hate. Say
will ye follow me, my sisters, and wreak
our shames npon the shameful one, our
woes npon the spring of woe, onr dead
upon tneir murderess?”
She ceased, and then from every wo
man's throat within tbe great Temple
there went up a cry of rage fierce and
shrill.
“We will, Meriamun, we will!” they
screamed. “To the Hathorl L' ad ns to
the Hathor’s shrine! Bring fire! Bring
fire! Lead ns to the Hathor’s shrine!”
CHAPTER XXIV.
Rei the Priest saw and heard. Then
tnrning he stole away through the mad
dened throng of women and, with what
speed he might, fled from the Temple.
His heart was filled with fear and shame,
for he knew full well that Pharaoh was
dead, not at the band of Hathor, but at
tbe hand of Meriamun the Queen, whom
he had loved. He knew well that dead
Meneptah rpako not with the voice of the
dread gods, but with the voice of the
magic of Meriamun, who, i f all women
that have been since the days of Taia,
was the most skilled in evil magic, the
lore of the Snake He knew also that
Meriamun woffd slay Helen for the same
cause whtrefora she had slain Pharaoh,
that she might win the Wanderer to her
arms. While Helen lived he was not to
be wod away.
Now Rii was a righteous man, loving
the gods and good, and hating evil, and
his heart burned because of the wicked
ness of tho woman that once he cher
ished Tais he swore that he wonld do,
if time was left to him. He would warn
the Helen so that she might fly tho fire if
so she willed, ard would tell her all the
wickedness of Meriamun, her foe.
His old feet stumbled over each other
as he fl rd till he came to the gates of the
Temple of Hathor and knocked npon the
gates.
“What wouldst thou, old crone?” asked
the Priest who sat in the gates.
“I wonld be led"to the presence of the
Hathor,” he answered.
“No woman hath passed up to look
upon the Hathor,” said the Priest.
“That, women do not seek.”
Tnen Rei made a secret sign, and, won
dering greatly that a woman should have
the inner wi6dom, the Priest let him
pass.
He came to the second gates.
“What wouldst thou? ’ bald the Priest
who sat in the gates.
“I would go up in the presence of the
Hathor.”
“No woman hath will'd to look npon
the Hathor,” said the P,i ;at.
Then, again, Rei made the secret sign,
but still the Priest wavered.
“Let me pass, thou "foolish watd
stid Rei. ‘ I am a messenger
gods.”
“If thou art a mortal messeng
man, thou goebt to thy doom,” said the
Priest.
‘ Oi my hi ad be it,” answered R.i, and
the Priest let him pass, wondering.
Now be stood before the doors of the
Alabaster Shrine that glowed with the
light within. Still Rei paused; not only
uttering a prayer that he might be saved
from the Unseen sword3, ne lifted the
latch ot brorze and entered fearfully.
But none fell upm him, ror was he
smitten of invisible spears. Before him
swung the curtains of Tyrian web, but no
sound of singing came L om behind the
curtains. All was silence in the Shrine.
He passed between the curtains and
looked up the sanctuary. It was lit with
many hanging lamps, and by their light
he saw the Goddess Helen seated between
the pillars of her loom. Bat she wove no
more at the loom. The web of fate was
rent by the Wanderer’s hands, and lay on
either side, a shining cloth of gold. The
Goddess Hellen eat songless In her lonely
Shrine, and on her breast gleamed the
red star of light that wept the blood of
men
her heavenly eyes of blue gazed emptily
down the empty Shrlue.
Rei drew near, trembling though shs
seemed to see him not at all, and at last
flung himseif upon the earth before her.
Now at length she saw him, and spoke in
ner voice of music:
•‘Who art thou that daros to break in
upon my sorrow,” she said, wonderingJy. i
“Art thou inde-d a woman come to look !
on one who, by the will of the Gods, is 1
each woman’s deadliest fot?” i
Then Rei raised himself, saving:
“No woman am I, immortal lady. I am '
Rei, that ager Priest who met thee two j
SS&SWS.’SKaS’-fJTi --“T?*•-
have dared to saek thy shrine to tell thee Show That They Ar® tquai.
that thon art in danger at the hands of It is now pretty well established that the
Moriamnn the Quen, and also to give j American horse is as good as any of his
thee a certain message with which X am . kindred in the world, as is proved
tb* doors of the Shrine many Prieeta
were gathered.
‘•Fly! The women of Memphle are
npon you!” he cried. “I charge ye to
fly!” * !
“This old crone is mad,” quoth one. i
“We watch the Hathor, and, come all the
women of the World, we fly not.
“Ye are mad, indeed,” said Rei, and ,
sped on. He passed the gates; the gates For the Sonny 3octh
I The Story of a Cyclone.
' And the Swarth it Cut was a Path to
the Poor House.
For the Sunny South.
I wonder if apy of ths fair maids and
manly youths who gather tho wild daisy
knows the sad history of its birth ?
Wcat—none?
Well, list and I will tell you the Indian
legend of it.
Many hundred years ago, before a white
man’s foot e’er touched the grounds of
Kentucky—which since have been bathed
in blood—th3re, where the beautiful city
of Louisviile r.ow stands, on tho plctu
resqie banks of the La Belie Rsviere,
dwelt a mighty nation in peace and
plenty. For they bad hearkened unto
the voice of “Gitcbe Manito” when he
bafie them “qoese their wars and blood
shed, and as brothers live together.” The
surrounding forests were full of deer.
On the broad p-airies thousands of bison
grezid, and in theclearstreams the many
fishes leaped and play d.
The “Master of Life” was touched and
smiled in pitw filled with sorrow that
such a calm should be broken.
In tne year —, some ot this nations
warriors made • journey toward the “Big
SeaWater.” Wnenthey returned they
brought a stranger with them, a fair
young English girl, with hair like bur-
niehed gold. Tney had taken her, they
averred, from a small settlement of
people of like color, to bring to their
chief.
He, pleas:d with her strange and deli
cate beauty,';.ook her unto him for a
wife, and clung to her in sickness and
health until she died.
Tnen no other woman ever took her
place, bnt into the inmost chamber of his
heart crept his daughter—his only child.
She was a beautiful girl; her hair and
skin were jifst a shade darker than her
mother’s; but her eyes, black as midnight
and somewhat fierce in expression,
showed toat the “rad man’s” blood ran
in her veins.
She had many lovers—but, ala.! the
fortunate one as beneath her.
The Chief, filled with anger that she
should stoop so low, commanded him to
be put to death; then, sending for his
daughter, hi bused her and told her
what he had doce.
In agony she cast herself at his feet.
“Spare him, my father! ’ she implored,
“Spare him!”
Stooping, he raised the droopi ig form.
“Lock, gtii!” he thundered; “it is too
late!”
Oh, what a sight met her eyes! Bound
to a stake in the midst of roaring flames
she saw him burning—burning!
She gave a cry of lamentation, a cry of
pain and anguish, and taming, fled up
th-. cliff to the river. On the very edge
she paused and glanced back at her peo
pie, who stood as though pstriflod.
“I am coming, my love!” Bhe cried; “I
am coming!”
And she jumped—down into the glid
ing waters.
In the twinkling of an eye, Neebanaw-
baigs (the water spirites] had covered her
witn tne chilling waver; and only one
long gasp, and the breaking heart was at
rest, for had she not joined her martyr
lover on tbe “Blessed Isle?”
Wnen her body rose from its watery
— -7 5 . . - . , grave, it was tenderly wrapped In skins
Her head rested on h6r hand, and and borne into the forest and buried.
^ The y f oun( i on ^er grave the next morn
a beautiful flower, ( ve call it the daisy.
“See!” cried they, in aw,-; “it is her
spirit that has blossomed forth so beauti
ful:: !”
And ever since that day tradition doth
say how the Indians shunned the fair
river. They cannot forget, that it was
down in its shadowy depth that their
fair and lovely young princess embraced
death. Munin,
MEN IN ENGLAND AND AMERICA.
charged by him who is named the \\ an- by the race course, but bv the wonderful
dere-r.” 1
N tw Helen looked upon him wonder-
ir.g’y and spoke:
Didst thou not but now name me Im
rw Y FRIEND, Mrs. N—,
is always go’ngonton
^errands ofmerey. She
is First Directress at
the O-phan Asyiu’”; is
at the head of a relief
committee in the Be-
„ navolent Home, aud a
constant visiter at the
hospitals. Oaedayshe
had something to do
up at the poor house,
and ask:d me to ac
company hr r
It was 9n old brown bniMlvg, situated
on a ferm, about a mile from town. I
was impressed by tho extreme neatness
thaUporvaded the promises. Tho water
buckets had b?en sc-ured until the braBS
Doops shone like gold; the floors were of
Immaculate c’eanlinrsi, and the hearths
had been washed with white mud, until
they seemed purer than marble.
Sevrral pleasant-faced old women sat
around tbe firs knitting. Oliver Harris,
a half!' iff,, was in the backyard sunning
himself, and cr, zy Moll, quieter than
usual, was in an out house picking over
potatoes. O re old man sat near the door
grumbling at the extreme poverty of the
place and declaring that he was not go
ing to remain long in such a confounded
old hole; he was only waiting to hear
from his son.
Tnere was a boy they called Wandering
Wiley, a strange looking creature whose
eyes were nearly always rolled back Into
biB head so that little bnt their whites
was visible. He must have been the vic
tim of some strange muscular disorder,
ar.d he staggered about with a bright
ncwli-i wash pan uadi rone ;r'n. Noth
ing coaid induce him to part with it.
‘ Hits mine,” ho eaid, proudly, “an’ I
alnt er gwine t> r let enny o ’em wash their
crooked fingers and ugly nines in hit,
thet I aint, fer I paid ten cents ferhit.” I
was told that he even slept with it under
his arm.
Close up in the jam of the wide old
chimney sat a strangely mutilated fig
ure. It was that of a comely woman with
soft brown hair and large I'quid eyes.
S.ie smiled when I took a seat, near her,
and I perctived at once that, although
she was what is styled “a cracker wo
man,” her wsys wore gentle and engag
ing. Yet both arms were crushed, and
one foot wrs s wollen to twice its ordinary
size. Taken all in all, she was the most
helpless human being my eyes ever be
held.
“You seem to be greatly rffleted,
ma’am,” I said, with pity in my voico;
“howeimeyon so inar:g’..d and crushed? '
“I came out of er cjc'oue, MI83,” she
auswered, sadly, “in this very fir, only I
used ter be a leetie wuss ofl' than I is
now. AU the rest o’ em here ctn work a
leetie, ye set, but I can’t do er thing.”
“No,” I said, sorrowfully. “Pray tell
me all abont iti ’
“Well, Miss, when I married Cyrus
Rugg thar wasn't a strong'r, healthier
gal in all our settlement; out things es
mightily changed.
“Cyrus rented a piece er land’down on
the Hospeliga, an’ we moved on ter hit.
The land wus good, bnt the ’ouse bed bin
one er Judge Pike’s ole nigger ’ouses.
Cy said, the day we were married, thet
he hated orful bad ter tek mo inter hit,
seein I'd bin used to better things, but I
sed I didn’t mind hit er bit. I knew we
cud fix hit up ter be right comfortable.
Bure null, Cy brushed the ole smoky cob
webs down out er the corners and
went keerfully over every ole smutty
log with a whitewash bresh. Hit wer
amsz'n’ what er change thet made In the
looks of the room. I hung a cromo picter
jest opposite whar Cy set the clock on
ter the mantel shelf. Then I made my
bed in one corner an’ kiverod hit with er
white counterpane, and had high pillers
with lace frilled slips, and when I got it
done it looked j-.st too nice fer enny
thing. I ’ranged our new splinth bot
tomed cheers in a row around the room,
and Cy gathered some purple as’ers an’
white overiastins an’ put em inter a glass
pitcher on ter a side table I dsclar, Miss,
when we got thet p'are fixed hit looked
li!re;a plum parlor, an Cy sed he thought
so too There, Miss, I passed my hspoi-
est days. My chickens, turkeys an geese
were given up ter be the fluest in the ha.I
settlement, and when baby Martie came
he wus the fattest leetie feller ye ever
seen. We med good crops, fer Cy wus
sober and industrious, and plum bound
up in his boy.
“When Martie wus two year old he
coaid walk an was talkin right smart.
He wus Inter all kinds er mischief, an’
Rep me bu:y trottin round artar him all
day. l never whipped him, f6r Cy
wouldn’t hear ter uis bein corrected in
the least. But one mornin when he had
pull: d the knitiln needles out er tny
work au emptied a box full er dirt inter
the water bucket, I lost patience an
slapped his years. Cy wus comin up the
garden path, an the leetie ra3kil run to
wards him with outstretched hands, cry-
in at the top er his voice, ‘Mammy
slappy hard! Mammy slappy hard.’ ‘She
did, did she?’ said Cy, iaughtn an Retchin
him up in his arms, ‘Tell her she’d bet
ter mind what she's erbeut, an shake
yer fist at her—s J”
“We both laughed ter see him wavin’
his small fist in the air, although I
knowed in reason it wus spilin’ Dim.
Taen Cy threw both er his fat leettle leg3
astride er his neck an went off in tne
direction er the woods lot Half way
down the path they turned an playfully
shuck tneir flst3 at me agin, but ended
hit all by throwin si§ses at me with their
hands. Martie wus crowin’ in high g’ee,
and Cy wus ez playful c z his boy. Thet
was tue last glimpse I ever shall hav uv
my treasures in the flesh.
“I noticed, ez I stood thar, a singular
lookin cloud in tbe ncr'wes*. Hit wuz
shaped like a funnel, with one eend a
traiiin on the ground. I didn't think
much erbout hi: then, fer storms W6re
not ez common in them days ez they is
now, hut I had skasely turned 'round an
picked up my brocm before I heered a
dreadfn! roarln, an the cabin wuz lifted
ly ] up, an all went whiriin through tho air.
An Important Addition.
“I prytliw," quot'.i the gentle youth
Unto the winsome maiden,
“tiyself make happy now. foorsooth;
My heart with joy leave laden
“Wilt wed, and when?" I ask it soft.
Thou hast but one replying.
Thy sirup!'- ‘no’ repeated oft
Is most uhsatisfying.
“Ah: ‘No,'again? Too mnch tis said;
More syllables remember."
“No—no"—she blushed and hung her head.
Then finished it: “No-vember."
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Cutting.
They had just quarreled again. She
looked up from the paper with the quiet
remark, “Here is something that may in
terest yon, dear.”
“What is it?” he asked, glad to see that
she was thawing out.
“The hair trimmer on G street wants to
buy a block head to make up wigs on!”
Light.
It Was a Warm Day.
Mrs. Nouveau-Marie (looking up from
the morning paper)—We are not fashion
able, Henry. We should he divorced or
separated; don’t you think
Mr. Nouveau Marie—Ye.
will go away.
Mrs. Nouveau-Marie—0
how nice! I’ll go with jou.
my dear; I
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“Will you wed me, my darling, the fond
youth cried,
As they stoood by the pasture bars.
1 will with pleasure,” the niui.l replied,
“IT you’ll give up your vile cigars.”
"1 will,” lie answered, “you precious elf;
I throw this away, you see,”
And then he softly said to himself:
“A f.i|>e's good enough for me.”
—Cape Cod Item
Typewriter* and Typewriters.
Patrician Mamma (anxiously}—I hope,
my son, you are not going to marry your !
typewriter?
Son (practically)—No, mother, I am not. !
It is one of those japanned steel and iron j
concerns that I don’t believe any man
could love well enough to marry.— Wash
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Marks of Or
i»f the Parent.
?” a.sked the yonng
mac
An hour afterwards I wrz picked up
more than a mile from home, in this very
cavalry marches made during our civil
war, marches in which the sorest part of 1 ?.*’ “P tba neighbors tele me thet Cy and
I the contest came upon the mounts of the ! ih @ k W ^ eR ,^‘ bac \ *? BeE
' ordinary field sports have! j ~ J f * m “ tfS0 “- in the W °° da 10t
been derived from F.ngland, ’ . ...
harmed of men? Djath hath no part in J Even baseball, which appears as a distinct- t place, everything was so torn up
me. Speak not to me of dangers, who, j ively American game, is but a modification ! v asn’t a fragment of house or fu
mortal, Rai? How then can I be in dan-1 soldiery. Our ordinary field sports have, i ‘-when they carried me back ter where
ger, who am immortal, and not to be . except lacrosse, been den f r-__i—j i ---------
his end
Taes Muriamun cried aloud with a
great cry and throw her hair about her
face while tears fell from her dark eyes.
She passed into toe chamber and there,
fallen on his back and cold, lay Pharaoh
in his royal robes.
A whi-e ths Qieen looked upon him as
one who is dumb with grief. Then she
lifted up her voice and cried:
* Still is tho curse heavy upon Khem
and the people of Khsm. Paaraoh lies
lead—yea, he is dead who has no wound,
and this I say, that he is slain of the
witchcraft of ber whom men name the
Kathor. Oh, my Lord, my Lord!” and
kneeling, she laid her hand npon his
breael, “By this dead heart of thine I
swear that I will wreak thy murder on
ner who wrought it. Lift him up! Lift
up this poor clay, who was the first of
Kings. Clothe him in the robes of death
and set him on the knees of Osiris in the
temple of Otiris. Then go forth through
the city and call out this, the Queen's
command—call It out from street to
street. This is the Queen’s command
that every woman in Memphis who has
lost son, or husband, or brother, or kin or
lover, through tbe witchcraft of the falre
Hathor, or by the plagues that she hath
wrought on Khem, or In the war with tho
Apura, whom abe caused to fly from
Khem, do meet me at snndown in the
Temple of Osiris before the face of the
god and of dead Pharaoh’s Majesty.”
So they took him, and, wrapping him
in the robes of death, bore film to the
knees of Osiris, where he should sit a
day and a night. And the messenger of
Meriamun went forth, summoning the
women of tbe city to meet her at sunset
in the Temple of Osiris. Moraover.
Meriamun sent out slaves by tens and by
twenties to the number of two thousand,
bidding them gather up all the wcod that
was In Memphis, and ail the oil and the
bitumen and bundles of rseda by hnn
dreds, such as are need for the thatching
of houses, and lay them In a pile in a
certain courtyard near the Temple of
but tell me of that faithless Wanderer, ( ly 0 f great^antiquityf " ! and p=>p wuz‘boifl~deaff,“and ‘UnciTsam
whom I must love with all the woman- | The field sports which we may compare ‘ j™? 1, wuz to ° hardhearted ter tek me
are ibe games of j
because of our cus-
havo in tf.elr wrath cursed me with love j toms, must take the place of cricket and
to torment ms deathlessness. Oh! when ! football, which is identical in the two
I saw him standing wfcere now thou | countries; rifle shooting, rowing and tbe
fl:d, my armies have been swallowed in
the sea, and last, my sisters, my consori, —
my beloved lord, mighty Pharaoh, son of ; faitaless to thee. Lady, said Rai,
great Rimeses Miamnn, hath been taken j ten and I will tell thee all.”
from me. Look! look ye who are wives, I “Speak on,” she said. “Oh, speak, and
look on him who was ycur King and my ! speak swiftly.”
most beloved Lord. There he sits, and | Then Rei told Helen aU that tale which
all my tears and all my prayers may not: the Wanderer had charged him to deliver
summon one single answering sigh from ■ In her ear, and keep no word back. Ha
that stilled heart. The curBe hath fallen told her how Meriamun had beguiled
on him also. He, too, hath been smitten j Eperitns in her shape, how he had fallen
hood that shuts my spirit In and all my!, V V 1 , ,
spirit that is clothed in womanhood. | | n L n gtin'l a n ,l Ameriea ui
For, Rei, the Gods withholding Death ball > ln ™ch baseball, bea
have in tf.elr wrath cursed me with love toms, must take the place
to torment m5 doathlessness. Oh! when ! football, which is identic:
I saw him standing wfcere now thon [ countries; rifle shooting, ro„
standest, my soul knew its other part, ordinary group of athletic sports in which
I leained that the curse I give no single contestants take part. We may add
others had fallen on myself and Him.”
Yet was this Wanderer not altogether
~ . n 8 .
silently with everlasting silence. Look!
look! ye who are wives, and weep with
me ye who are left widowed.”
Now the women looked, and a great
groan went np from all that multitude,
while Merlamnn hid her race in the hol
low of her hand. Then again she spoke:
“I have besought the Gods, my sisters;
I have dared to call down the majesty of
the Gods, who speak through the lips of
the dead, and 1 have learned whence
these woes come. And this I have won
by my prayers, that ye who suffer as I
suffer shall learn whence they come, not
from my mortal lips indeed, bnt from the
Ups of the dead that speak with the
voice of the Gods.”
Then whUe the women trem bled she
tamed to the body of Pharaoh, which wo s
set npon the knees of Osiris, and spoke
to it.
“Dead Pharaoh! Great Osirian ruling
ln the underworld, hearken to me now!
Hearken to me now, thou Osiris, Lord of
the West, first of the hosts of Death.
Hearken to me Osiris, and be manifest
throngh the Ups ot him who was great on
earth. Speak through his cold lips, speak
with mortal accents, that these people
may hear and understand. By the spirit
that is ln me, who am yet dweller on the
earth, I charge thee sneak. Who is the
source of th . Woos of Khem? Say, Lord
of the dead, who are the Uving ever
more? ’
Now the flame on the altar died away,
and dreadful silence feU upon the temple,
gloom feU npon the shrine, and through
the gloom the golden crown of Meriamun
in the snare and sworn by the snake,
he, who should have sworn by the star.
He told her how the Wanderer had learn,
ed the truth, and ! e Hiring it had enrsed
the Witch who wronged him, how he had
been overoome by the guards and borne
to the bed of torment, how he had been
fried by the craft of Meriamun, and how
he had gone forth to lead the hoot of
Khem. All this he told her swiftly, hid
ing nanght, while she Ustened with eager
ears.
“Truly,” she said, when all was told,
“truly toon art a happy messenger. Now
I forgive him all. Yet has he sworn by
the snake who shonld have sworn by the
star, and because of his fault never in
this space of Ufe shall Helen call him
lord. Yet will we follow him, RsL Hark,
what is thai? Again it comes, that long,
shrill cry, as o’ fiends broke loose from
hell.”
“It Is the Queen,” qnoth Ret, “the
Queen, who with all the women of Mem-
pnis, comes hither to burn thee ln thy
shrine. Bhe hath slain Paaraoh, and no w
she would slay thee also, and so win the
Wanderer to her arms. Fly, Lady! Fly!”
“Nay, I fly not,” said Helen. ‘"Let her
come. Bat do thon, Rsl, pass throngh
the temple gates and mingle with the
crowd. There thon shait await my com
ing, ana, when I come, draw near, fear
ing nothing, and together we wiU pa s
down the path of the Wanderer In such
fashions as I shaU show thee. Go! Go
swiftly, and bid those who minister to
me pass out with,thee.”
“Then Bel turned and A id, Without
single contestants take part. Wc may add
to this the amusement of sailing, wherein,
however, the quality of the structure os
well as the nerve and skill iu management
play an important part.
It is now clear, however, that in them all
the American is not a bit behind his trans
atlantic cousins. The most of the people
have the same spontaneous interest in
sports as their forefathers, and they pursue
them with equal success. It is un necessary
to do so, but we might fairly rest the con
clusion as to the undecayed physical vigor
of onr population on that spontaneous ac
tivity of mind without which games are
impossible. Among its many Ixmeficent
deeds the United States sanitary commis
sion did a remarkable service to anthro
pology by measuring, in as careful a man
ner as the condition of onr knowledge at
the time permitted, about ,250,000 soldiers
of the Federal army.
The records of these measurements are
contained in tbe admirable work of Dr. B.
A. Gould, a distinguished astronomer, who
collated the observations and presented
them in a great volume. Similar measure
ments exist which present ns with the phy
sical status of something like an equally
large number of European soldiers, par
ticularly those of the British army. From
Dr. Gould’s careful discussion of these sta
tistics it appears that the American man
is on the whole qnitc as well developed as
those who fill the ranks of European armlea.
—Professor X. S. Shaler in Scribner’s.
A Judicious use ot yellow does much to hertJa'n"nr?^* 6 br “ lsted Prince Al-
hrighten a room, and for a family apart- lootin „ beat formal
ment red, mostly in deep shades, is indie- s horfshnni ImZi 3 dl ® calt J to OTt . But in
pensahle. ^etchrn^ ^ «««*•
Stanley Palmer, a prisoner in the New 1
Castle (Del.) jail b-» ' ented a toy pnz.
tie tor whirl - fc-v* been of
fered 4!0,rtJ' - .J*ors
j “But yon arc vary oom'ortable here,” I
sa.d. with tears in my eyes.
I ••Yop,”efce replied, “J fa thankful I'm
, cz well off cz I ip; but sometimes, when
Crazy Moll gits inter her tantrums, my
head roars like the cyclone wus comin
»gln. Once I thought Cy an Martie
v. alked through these very rooms, an
stoppin’ at the back er my cheer my hns -
band sed in a low tone close ter my ear,
“Be patient, Elsie! One of these nights
Martie and I will come fer ye;” an I spects
they will, Miss; I spects they will. It
may all hev been er dream, bnt somehow
i can’t help lookin’ fer em, and I shall be
glao ter go.”
Three months after this, I learned that
Mrs. Rugg was dead. She passed away
silently in the night. No one supposed
her worse than usual until she was found
dead In her bed.
Perhaps Cy and Martie came for her,
and she went joyfully with them throngh
the golden gates or the immortals.
a « o. Mes - C. W. McCoy.
Smith’s Station, Ala.
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Homan ladies kept a special slave whose
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h^toilet PrCSent U *° her •*
A fra
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timidly.
**Yis, sorr/’ was the reply.
"Then please hand my card to Miss
Jones, and tell her I’m sorry she is out,”
returned the bashful caller, scurrying
away.—Sew York Sun.
Two of a Kind.
“Can you tell me the resemblance,”
She asked in merry "lee,
“Between a gold piece, cctrnicrfei*,
And he who gave it nef"
I shook my head, *‘Ah, ha!*’ she said,
‘Tor guessing you're not built.
They are alike, because, you .see,
They both show signs of guilt."
—Journal of Education.
Probably Engaged.
"Caii I see Miss Hokus?”
“Tsot just now.”
"Is she engaged—or is she in town?” j
“Oh, she’s in the parlor, and as the .
light’s pretty well on t, the chances are by .
this time she's engaged.”—Philadelphia !
Times.
Simply a Matter of Sex.
Miss Xotiuit—I detest all sorts of ringa. i
If T were a man T should keep out of them. ;
Mr. Slowcome—How about a wedding
ring?
Miss Xotinit—Well, you see, I am not a
man.—Jewelers* Weekly.
The Picture’s Darker Side.
Ho stood out there 'neath the silver tnooa
And sang a serenade
On the list’ning ears of the fleeting night
To his own heart's chosen maid.
And e'en as the last notes died away,
Up goes the window pane.
And tho other fellow politely asks.
If he won't oblige again.
—Philadelphia Tunes.
A Woman’s Reason.
Clara—Jack intends to have everything
his own way when we are married.
Clara’s Mamma—Then why do yon mar
ry him?
Clara—To relieve his mind of a false im
pression.—Life.
A Suggestion.
Mousehart (nervously)—Miss Sangfroy—
Clara—I—I—Cud it impossible to express
my feelings.
Miss Sangfroy (coolly)—Then you had
better send them by mail—Pittsburg Bul
letin .
Trust and Tick.
Tho happy hours went all too swiftly by.
Low burned the lamp's dim wick.
"Will you trust me, love?" Her silence gave reply.
And the clock, too, gave him tick.
—Philadelphia Times.
Tli© Dear Girls.
Ethel—It is not good form to throw
kisses at a man, however well acquainted
you may be.
Maud—No, and besides there is no fun
in throwing kisses.—Munsey’s Weekly.
Getting Acquainted.
I dreamed her heart with love was touched
Last summer when I met her;
But now in town she knows me uot.
And so I know her better!
— Puck,
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Doubleday (meeting old friend)—Can
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were dead years ngo!
Singleton—Well, you see, I was only
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The Slanguage of the Oyster.
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—Washington Star.
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The Football Girl.
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Her Last Resort.
Kickshaw—A woman is about to
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Mrs. Kickshaw—Because she can’t get
one in the street car, I suppose.— New Tocft
Sun.
He Doted ou Her.
“I’ve won again,” she sweetly cried,
“Wliat luck I have at play.”
“Not luck, my darling,” he replied,
“It is your winning way.”
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