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UK BUiiDEN OF THE WATER.
The voices of brooks and of fountains,
The bniden of bountiful streams,— ■
The cataract hurled from the mountains,
With the rainbow’s miraculous beams,-—
Hold secrets of joy and sorrow,
The records of forest or fen,—
A language no poet may borrow
' : To read its rich meaning to men!
A nd when, through long distance undaunted
The deep rivers roll to the main,
And the sea-winds above them have chanted
Weird poems of passion or pain.
The tide, in their rhythmic emotion,
To the gathering waters unfold
The infinite grief of the ocean
On the breast of the billows outrolledl
A PARISIAN NOVELETTE.
She was only a poor sewmg-girl noth
ing more. Her days were spent in a
factory, where, with hundreds of others,
she worked early and late to earn the
poor pittance that gained her daily
bread, and her nights were spent up in
a garret, where the noisome smells from
the court below and the curses and cries
sometimes made her shudder. But she
was no heroine. The other girls said she
was not even pretty, but her braids of
. long, fair hair were bright and soft, and
her eyes, though her face was pale, were
sweet and pure, and in spite of her life,
as it was, she was innocent as when long
ago her mother had died in the same
garret where she now lived. She was
not even a Christian—few in Paris are,
I believe—and then churches are not for
poor people, you know—anti when her
Sundays came they were such days of
rest after her hard, hard week tiiat she
was glad to he away from the crowd
’ and rattle and noise, and sit hv herself
alone.
One day there came to the factory
some gentlemen, all friends of the pro
prietor, who walked through and looked
at the machines, how the girls worked
them, how nimble their lingers were, and
how the clothes were cut—all matter of
.fact enough to the girls, but curious to
them. They all laughed and joked and
said something to the girls, and one
stopped before her chair and said, “ What
beautiful hail!” touching just so gently
some one of the long golden strands.
She blushed very red, aud they walked
on.
“Her name?”
“Marie,” said the proprietor. “ Yes,
pretty hair, hut nothing else; she is only
a poor sewing-girl, not even one of the
heads of the department; only a very
poor girl, Monsieur.”
As the stranger walked out there was
caught in his coat a loug thread of hair,
which he laughed at, smiled, and then
loosing slowly, placed it in the rich lock
et he wore on Ills chain and passed out.
He did not return again, hut one day
passing on the Boulevards she heard her
name called. “Marie!” A gendarme in
uniform stepped up and handed her a
card: “Monsieur .Henri de Cannes,
Marquise de Plaquemine.”
She was surprised. Gentlemen do not
bother themselves about poor sewing-
girls often; and then a marquis. Who
was heT Wliat could it mean?
“ He is here, Mam’selle, and wishes to
speak to you. Will you go?”
She followed, she did not know why,
aud when the soldier stopped at a rich
saloon, and the door opened, shestepi>ed
in and saw the gentleman who spoke at
the factory some weeks ago.
Then, she hurst into tears—“Mon
sieur, don’t, for God’s sake, Monsieur, I
am only a poor girl, and what can a mar
quis want with me? For God’s, sake,
don’t, please;” and she buried her face
in her hands.
The long fair hair fell in its two braids
down over her shoulders, and as she sank
almost on the floor it covered her almost
like a cloud.
Monsieur arose; he was an old man,
past fifty; his hair was gray and his face
was hard, clear-cut, and cold, and his
eyes were like steel just so clear and
sharp and cold; he walked to the window
of the rich saloon, and than, returning
half way, leaned with one hand on a
chair and the other tenderly, ever so
tenderly for a hard old man, rested for
one moment oil her fair hair, and it trem
bled.
By many strange ways aud much
blood had Monsieur come to he standing
in tlidt place, and then for one moment
there seemed to float before him a vision
of fair Lorraine, a youth long ago, a
face sitting in a cottage, and two long
braids of hair, a promise that when he
returned, with wealth and fame, she
would be his. Years of toil and pain,
of success and triumph, and a return to
find her married to a churl, a common
country peasant, and they both gone to
Paris.
Since then Monsieur was known to he
a hard man—a very hard man; and when
with his legions in Africa ’twas said he
was a fierce one; hut lie was high in
court and all praised and honored lum.
He stood for a moment thus and then
wondered to himself half aloud; “Marie,
is that your name?”
“ Yes, Monsieur.”
“Your mother’s name?”
“ Yes, Monsieur.”
“ Was she from Basle in Lorraine?”
“ Yes, Monsieur.”
The hands were removed from the
face now and tlie fair soft eyes were
raised wondrously, hut tlie face of Mon
sieur was hard again, only just in the
comers of his mouth, where the curves
were, there was a trembling, a vague
dream of something to be said, which
died with them unspoken.
He took her hand, though, tenderly,
and as he led her to the door he stooped
as she turned and kissed her. Before
she looked he was gone.
After that she worked hard as ever
in the factory, and though she said noth
ing she thought often of tlie great Mon- 1
sieur, and what it could all mean.
The time came, though, when she was
taken ill. It came upon her one day in
the street, when she would have fainted
and fell but that some one caught her.
She was insensible lor a long, long time,
but in her sickness she could hear no
saw underneath insjribid “Marie de
Lisle. ,r “Marie de Lisle,” that was her
mother’s name, and the poor itgakhand
wandered up to the pale face; and she
wondered what could it mean.
Well, the days passed, and she recov
ered. It was in mid July, and she must
go. Those around the cliateau.said not,
but she could not stay. Somehow her
heart would not let her; and so one night
when all were sleeping, she arose and
wandered away hack to Paris.
She did not go hack to the factory.
He might find her there, and she dreaded
him now, somehow, with an indefinite
fear of she knew not what; and so, with
other poor girls, she worked in tlie cafes,
where there was much talk now of the
war. There was revolutionarytalk, too,
of what “the reds” would do were the
army away, and once in a while when she
dared ask, she made timorous inquiries
of “Monsieur the Marquis, ” so she called
him, and once when his name was read
aloud as the leader of a desperate charge,
and only retreated when home back by
soldiers,'she shuddered.
This time also passed, and Paris, in
“sabots” and “red caps,” was in an up
roar. Napoleon had surrendered, Paris
had fallen, and after the enemy left the
city was crazy, wild, mad, aud furious
with blood and fire; but she worked ou.
What was it all to her, only a poor sew r -
ing-girl, except that bread was hard to
get, and at tiiat very poor and dear?
But one day she heard there was to he
an execution. What was that? Only
something she had heard of, never seen
and so 4n the press of the crowd she hast,
ened to where La Commune waved its
red flag, and where the ruined, blacken
ed walls showed where La Commune’s
vengeance had fallen.
There were three hostages—only three.
One a young man, a chasseur, in Iris rich
uniform. He was handsome all said.
His eyes were bound; he stood against
the wall. A crash, a roar, and he fell
forward on his face, while his gilt uni
form was draggled in the dust.
The second was a priest in his black
sombre dress aud heads; he looked up
once, and then died, as the other before;
and tlie third, he was a general, they
said, and had defied the jieople. There
was a press forward to see, and Marie
was pushed forward to the foremost
rank. She looked. He was a man of
over sixty, with white hair and features
clear-cut and hard and very cold even
then; he stepped up proudly'and smiled.
The lied in command gave tlie orders,
‘one” “two”—there was a rush from
tlie foremost rank, a sudoeu cry, aud
then a girl’s form was seen to he lying
in the arms of the hostage, “three, fire”
shouted the Red, but somehow the mus
kets didn’t roar, and somehow the Sa-
botes in the crowd raised a faint cheer
which deepened into a roar, and a sug
gestion was heard to put the Red in Ills
place.
Paris, especially common Paris, is
quick of feeling, and when the poor girl
explained in her tears that “the general”
was dear, very dear to her; that he had
saved her life once when she was very
ill. Aye, more, lie was her mother’s
■ lover long ago in Lorraine; that ,-ltelttel
died while married to another man, and
—and—that she loved him. Would
they?
She was not fair; she was not pretty
even; hut her pale golden hair covered
him like a halo and cloud, and Red
Paris, erstwhile so furious for his blood,
raised him and her on their shoulders,
aud a wild, furious array marched away
down the street to where La Commune
sat with closed portals. La Commune
was, however, easily got at, and when
tlie wild array burst in with its hostages
bom aloft, it was only too happy to grant
what was wanted, and when they re
turned, like a sea going out, the two
were landed close together, and he, the
great general, the proud marquis, folded
her in his arms and kissed her, while the
tears stood in his eyes. They were very
happy.
Trapping the Turtle.
“No,.they ain’t in pain,” said an
ancient skipper at the Fulton Market
dock, as he rearranged a piece of scant
ling under the head of a blear-eyed tur
tle that was lying in the sun. “It looks
cruel to keep them turned on their
backs, hut water is dashed over ’em
every hour or so, and I reckon they
have an easy time of it; but it is rough
to put ’em out in the sun before a res
taurant, and tack a placard on the shell.
To be served this day.’ That, says I,
is takin’ an undue advantage, but you
can’t expect feelin’s in men that deals
in food; all they care for is to fill you
up. I’m down on ’em.”
“ How so?” asked his companion.
“ I struck here a month ago, ” replied
the Skipper, “on my smack, from Key
West. The cook and all hands went
hum Mystic, so I had to shift-like for
myself.^I signed papers with a restaur
ant man up the street here to provide
three square meals a day, anil one day
I bein’ fond of turtle, I brought in a
.young green that I’d kept, and request
ed to liave it made into soup. Wall,
the next day I dropped into the market,
and there was that very turtle for sale.
Ye see, I had my private mark on him.
I didn’t let off, but on the way to din
ner I picked up an old shipmate o’
mine, now on tlie police force, and in
vited him to tty the soup. Wall, the
waiter brought in some black stuff, and
soon as I’d tasted it. ‘Salt junk seasen-
ed.’ I says, ‘send the boss.’ Out he
came, a-smilin’ all over, hut I brought
him up with a round turn. Says I.
‘This ’ere soup’s kind o’ weak, I reck
on,’ says I; that turtle kind o’ waded
through, and he went so fast he’s caught
up with Fulton Market, and,’says I,
‘ten dollars down or the turtle,’ or,’
says I, ‘I go with my friend here, who,’
says I, ‘is a particular friend o’ the
Mayor.’ Wall,” said the old man with
a grin, “he planked down the ten dol-
dollars and we walked out. It’s windy
when they get the bilge on old Sam. No
salt boss mock turtle for me.”
“Then you are in the turtling busi
ness?” asked Ids companion.
“Wall, sort o’ half an’ half,” was the
reply. “We fish in the Havana trade
all winter, and in the spring, if we
come North, tetoli all the turtles we
can. There always a market for ’em.
Where do we Catelf’em? Wall, mostly
’round Markeys (Marquisas). Tugoses
(Tortugas). Then we buy a likely lot
the brutes—she crawls along the edge
of the bush a ways, and then strikes for
the water, perhaps two hundred feet
from where she come up; so all ye
know when ye find tracks is that the
nest is somewhere between ’em, and a
green hand is like to make a still hunt
for it.
“Sometimes as many as a dozen are
turawl in a night, and sometimes nary
on**. They like bright moonlight nights
though. The next morning we git ’em
into the dingy and then rig a block and
tackle and git ’em aboard tlie smack
and run for Key West. Most skippers
that make any business of turtlin’ have
crawls on the flats on the northwest
side of the Key. Crawls? Wall, crawls’s
a place where turtles can’t crawl cut.
Nothin’ but a fenced in place in four or
five feet of water, and into this all the
turtles is put to he kept till called for,
as Capt. Kidd said when he buried tlie
pot o’ gold. On these crawls, or those
of the Conchs, we call when we work
up along. The turtles, are taken out
and stowed on their backs aud dashed
with water, and live for any time.
"What are tlie Conchs? Wall, they’re
irf, rtf til A n<»nii la H/vn nf VtiTT
Langtry on Women.
which our melanchony fate would!
awaken”; of the older soldiers aud sail
ors seating themselves over the fore-! “Since you have-been in this country,
hatch under whieh was tlie magazine, I JIrs - Langtry, have you met nianv
so that they might be instantly destroy- American women?”
ed when the powder caught first: of cow
Midnight in a Menagerie.
HEWS IN BRIEF.
powder caught first; of cow
ards drinking themselves insensible 01
writhing in their terror upon’the decks
of young girls praying calmly amid a
kneeling crowd ; of brave men standing
collectedly with their eyes on the setting
sun, whose light they never hoped to see
again. It is a wonderful and thrilling
picture, and how often has it been re
peated since in other ways and amid
other seas! Tlie last is not, indeed, tlie
worst, hut it is among the worst. The
Navarre is hut one of scores of ships
which have gone to their doom offering,
before they took tlie final plunge, the
most dreadful of al] pictures, of human
anguish; but the suffering she embodied
seem to survive yet,Jeven in death, when- astonishment. *-i re ally don’t think
we hear of those two corpses tied to- 1 answer that. I don't think it
The Piutes are having a grand gam
bling tournament. In the day time
they meet on the sunny side of one of
their wickiups, from which they extend
wings by tying blankets on poles to
break the wind. The gamblers who en
gage in the tournament place two poles
on the ground, about 10 feet apart and
parallel with each other, and seat them
selves on the ground, cross-legged, out
side the poles. There are generallv six
or eight bucks on each side, and the
stakes, which range from $2 to $20 in
silver, are staked on the open ground
between the parallel poles. Each side
is furnished with six or eight short
sticks and four long ones. Two strings
are then procured, and when it is decid
ed by chance wkielifside sliall take these
shells, the game begins.
A low, motonous chant, accompanied
by striking the poles with the long sticks
and the swaying of their bodies to and
fro, as if keeping time with the chant
and noise made by the sticks, is com
menced by the side who won the shells,
and the two bucks who have possession
of the shells move their hands and arms
and change the shells from one hand to
the other, and finally conceal both hands
under their blankets and cease moving
them. This seems to be the signal for
one of the bucks on the other side to
guess what hand the shells are conceal
ed in. If he guesses right the shells
are thrown to his side and two of the
short sticks. Then the chant and its
noise as from the court, aud when one accompaniments is taken up by that
morning she awoke she was lying in a side, and continued until the shells are
rich room hung with pictures of rich and
Do you see that couple youder—that
tall gentleman with gray hair, ridiug
behind the Marshal of France? Well,
that is Monsieur the Marquis, and the
tall lady, with hair like a sunbeam, is
his wife.
They are married! Yes; and though
the red ashes of La Commune are crush
ed out dead forever, as they ride on tlie
boulevard many a cap is touched that
way, for they are always very kind to
Paris in “sabotes,” she never forget
ting, though she is now Madame the
Marchioness, that she was once only a
poor sewing-girl.
Curious Gambling Scenes.
from the Conch crawls at Key West.
Sport? Wall, some thinks it’s sport. I
used to think it sport to go crow slioot-
in’ when I was a yonker, hut when the
old man sot me out in the cornfield to
shoot crows all day, it didn’t seem so
funny. So it’s with turtlin’. Ye git
surfitted with it. About this month
iround the Tugoses is a good time, and
so on up to midsummer. The Keys are
about six or seven in number; nothin’
on ’em but sand, pusley, and hay cedar
hushes. On Garden Key there’s a big
fort, but there’s only two Keys that
turtles comes ashore on, and why that’s
so I’m blest if I kin tell. On Logger-
head Key, to the westward, the logger-
heads come up, and I never see a green
turtle-there yet, but ou'Eiist Key,about
five miles off, there you git all tlie green
turtles ye want.
“What’s the difference? Wall, if
you had the two made into steak, you’d
tell like enough. The loggerhead is
bigger, tougher, and uglier, and brings
about one-third what the green turtles
do, the latter bein' fine form, delicate-
like. The loggerhead is jest like an old
New Bedford whaler, while tlie green
turtle is a regular clipper ship. Wall,
as to how we catch 'em. We run down
to the Keys, and lay the smack off, and
late in the afternoon put" ashore in
the dingies and make camp in the bush
es. Then one baud takes a walk round
the beach dost to the water; in that
way he strikes the tracks up, at onct
follows ’em up, and so finds the nest.
Eggs good? Wall, its a matter o’taste.
I’ve seen turtle eggs on the galley stove
forty-eight hours, and they " never
changed a bit; cookin’ don’t affect ’em
a mite, aud the only way 1 ever saw ’em
eaten, was when they were taken out of
the turtle half formed, lookin’ like yel
low grapes, and dried in the sun until
hard, and eaten like cheese; they kind
o’ taste like it.
Turtles don’t generally come aslioje
until after dark. Every twenty minutes
or so one of the hands takes a round,
and when he comes to a track easy to
see by moonlight or stars up he rushes,
and if the turtle is layin’ she won’t
move, and you’ve got to wait till she
gits through; hut if she’s jest through
or about diggin’ she’ll turn and make
tracks to the water in a way as is a
caution to sinners. The first time I
tackled one she got the start on me,
and I ran up behind jest in time to
catch about a barrel of sand. She threw
it with all four flippers like a Mississip
pi stem-wheel steamer, tillin’ my eyes
so I jest sot down and yelled while she
slid off into the water. But a good
hand will slip up, and with a grip jest
behind the fore flippers send a big one
over. This done, the flippers are slit
with a knife and made fast by rope
yam, and she’s ready to ship aud left
right there. If it’s a big turtle the
turner gives a sing out, and a couple o’
hands go on the rim to give him a lift.
I’ve been one o’ these men, and I aint
no babby, a-tryin’ to lift a big logger-
head over, aud couldn’t. She struck
my mate over the head with her fore
flipper the first time I raised her, and
lie went down just as if he’d been sent
for, and his jaw looked like the gang
plank of a tread mill—all ‘gormed’ up.
The next lift she took hold o’ my foot;
and talk about hull dogs! she nigh on to
tuck me overboard, the other men heat
in’ her with scantlins. But, Lord bless
ye! she was a-movin’ for the water all
the time, takin’ us right along, and
throwin’ sand like a wind mill. At
last, in she got, and the only satisfac
tion I got was a ride. There was a
shoal piece that ran off about two hun
dred yards, and as she hinged off, I
grabbed her by the back of the neck,
and she towed me to the edge of the
marvelous beauty. Over the pillow was
her fair hair, and her hand was thin and
pale and she was very weak.
won hack by the other side.
When all the short sticks are on one
side the game is decided, the side hav
ing the sticks being the victors. The
a part of the population of Key West,
livin’ in a part called Couchtown, anil
supposed to live on conchs. But
never see one eat one, aud I rec-koh
nothin’ hut groupers would tackle 'em
The Conchs have a curious way of
catchin’ turtles with a peg. Spearin
ye might call it, but the spear is a peg,
lookin’ jest like about two inches off
the end of a three-sided file. That ere
is made fast to a long grouper line
about as big as our coil line, and made
to lit into a long pole. With tliisri;
they scull over tlie reef with a dingv,
and when they see a turtle asleep on
the bottom or lying’ on top, they let
liiin have it. You’d think such a plug
would pull out, hut it don’t; suction
keeps it in, and a big loggerhead will
pull a boat a couple o’ miles afore they
git it alongside. Then, agin, it don’t
hurt the critter; only sticks in the shell,
and can be worked right out, which a
barbed spear couldn’t.
•There’s another turtle they git on
the reef—the hawksbill; they’re fine
Gatin’, hut the shell is the most valua
ble, beiu’ made into combs and the like.
On the South America coast they take
the shell off by roastin’, aud lettin’ the
critter go to grow another. Did ve
ever see a Gallapas turtle? No. Wall,
there’s a terrapin for you. Land tur
tles four feet long and three feet high
that’ll tote along a man or three of ’em
just like a horse. I landed ou the
island in ’01 and brought away a half
a dozen of ’em. The whole island is
marked with their tracks leadin’ from
the water up into the cones. They’re
the biggest land turtles a-livin’, but
there ain't much call for ’e!ii except for
curiosities. The biggest sea turtle to
day is the Leather turtle, sometimes
weighin’ two thousand pounds. Tlie
hack is made up of one piece, havin’ no
scales like the others. They are pretty
rare, bein’ found only out to sea.
There’s a big one in New London they
say. The owner gave it led eyes and
stuffed it all out of shape, and shows it
every year as the great sea monster,
and actually don’t know himself w*at
lie’s showin’.”
The Gallapagos turtle mentioned by
the skipper is from gigantic stock.
Several years ago some workmen exca
vations in lower India, when they came
on to what was evidently a house; at
least such the natives considered it. It
was carefully unearthed, aud turned
out to be the shell of an enormous tur
tle that lived during the tertiary jieriod.
It was fourteen feet long and nine feet
high, and competent naturalists express
ed the opiniou that when alive it must
have been twenty-five long. It was a
land tortoise, and crawled about like
our common wood tortoises of to-day,
making footprints as large as those of
an elephant. In the Western country
known as the Ball Lands hundreds of
fossil turtles hare been found, their in
teriors filled with solid rock, once the
sand or muddy lake or sea bed in which
they lived.
On one of the Government expedi
tions a turtle, perhaps thirty feet in
length, was found, which, curiousity
enough, had rudimentary characteris
tics, showing it to be a missing link, as
it were, connecting other forms. It
was a forefather of the great leather
turtle ot to-day. Its leugth from flipper
to flipper was over seventeen feet,
making it the largest turtle yet known.
getlier coming to tlie surface, with tlieir
eyes blindfolded, and when we endeavor
to realize by those devoted, silent wit
nesses from the bed of the ocean some
thing of the terror and the resolution,
the fear and the courage, the wild des
pair and tlie passionate supplication to
Heaven which made up the picture of
that as of all other wrecks of a similar
nature.
A Week's Change.
They had gone down to tlie seaside
for a week’s change. The day was a
perfect one, with now and then* a capful
of wind blowing out of the little round
clouds that swelled up over the horizon
like hubbies.
"Will you go out with me?” asked
Helena.
“With all these flaws?” lie said.
“Just as you please, then I Anil
alone.”
‘Alone! What in heaven’s
could you do alone?”
"I am not Grace barling nor Ida
Lewis,” she said, the laugh brightening
all the rich color in her cheek; “lmt I
fancy I could pull a boat about in these
smooth waters.”
“Life would be much more comfort
able, Helena, if there were somethin
you were afraid of in it! Well, here we
go,” and he gathered up his lazy length
and reached his hat. “If we drown it
is your fault.”
“It doesn’t much matter aboutdrowil
ing,” she said, swinging her hat as they
went along the shingle, and unaware
that she.spoke in other than a matter-
of-fact way. ‘‘If we drown together. ’
Death on the Ocean.
Over by the window was the figure of: chant and heating the poles and sway-
a man—an old man, she thought—half ing to and fro ceases until the stakes
hid in tlie heavy curtains. As he rose,' for another game are deposited, when
however, she was so weak that she closed the performance is repeated. All day
her eyes, and then, half sleeping and long and far into the night by tlie light
dreaming, she could feel him standing of a sage-brush fire this gambling con-
by the bed. M lio it was she did not tinues, anti considerable money changes
know, and was too tired and weak to hands. The squaws and children ar-
care hardly at all; but one evening, as range themselves outside the gamblers
the sunset streamed into the room she and look on' for hours, apparently as
found on the pillow beside her a picture much interested in the game as the
of a lady that she thought she had once players,
seen. It was a fair lady—a very fair. jj, ■»»..
lady—and the long hair hung in two! Copper has been Detected in the soil
braids down over the breast. She was 1 of a c4rarohjard, and in portions of ex-
alone and looked at it curiously, and hnmad bodies.
channel quicker than I ever went
through the water afore.
“Turtles ain’t so stupid as people
thinks. I’ve often watched them, as
sometimes they come up in front of the
camp. First you hear a kind o’ sigh—
kind o’ asthma-like; then in the moon
light you’ll see a black head a-lookiu’
’round. Up she comes, a little at a
A terrible memorial of the recent
dreadful loss of the steamship Navarre
was fished up a few days ago by a
smack, whose people found in their
trawl the bodies of a man and woman
tied together, with their eyes bandaged.
Probably tlie mysterious deep never
yielded up a secret more shockingly sug
gestive tln:n these corpses. Whether
tlie man and woman were a married
couple, or sweeliarts, or brother and sis
ter, we know not; hut their bodies, fast
ened together in death, tell a moving
story of devotion, just as their bandaged
eyes convey a most pathetic picture of
resolution and anguish. In the wreck of
the Cimbria it will be remembered that
the survivors sjioke of seeing some of
the emigrants at the last moment cut
ting their throats to shorten the final
struggle. Most narratives of disaster at
sea contain passages of tliis kiud, tell
ing how those who seemed of a shrink
ing and timid nature when all was well
stood forth most noble and perfect types
of heroes when danger was supreme;
how the swaggerer, the bully, the tyr
ant proved an abject cur, casting him
self down upon the deck In liis terror,
alternately praying aud sli ieking in
the agony of his fear: how some, unable
to await the approach of the last mom
ent, destroyed themselves, while others,
with folded arms aud contracted brows,
stood motionless upon the sinking hull,
going to their death like men lost in
thought.
One of the most pathetic stories in the
language is the account of the loss of
Are you so indifferent to life
such a hurry to get through—”
“Oh, no, no, never! But it is all so
blest that I am half the time afraid some
thing will happen—,’
“But the worst that could hapi>en is
death, and—”
“No, indeed; the worst that could
happen would be that you might look at
some other woman!” and then they both
laughed, knowing well the habit of her
jealous pangs, and ran along to the boat,
it signifying little that neither of them
knew much of anything about a boat,
and that they were running before the
wind directly in the track of the sea
going steamers. ■
“Could anything he more perfect?”
said Helena, half recumbent in the stern,
sea and sky making a sapphire and lapis
lazuli ring about her. “We seem to be
alone in this great hollow shell of the sky
and sea. It is like our old lover days
over again.”
“Only better,” he answered her.
“Only better,” she repeated.
“We must come out at night, with the
sea. and the stars and the freedom of tlie
universe alone together,” and as they
sailed, he told her histories of the old
craft that had ploughed these waters—
fire-ships and phantom ships—and recit
ed to her verses of his own inditing, for
now and then lie turned off a little song
as perfect as a pearl.
“That is the strangest thing,” she
said, “that you, who don’t know what
music is, should have the writing of
such verses, and I, who am music
confidante, cannot write a melody.”
“You are a melody,” he said. And
just at that instant there was a roar, a
rush, a ringing of bells that sounded in
their ears like gongs, wild cries, a vast,
black hull towering over them, a crash,
a sweep of many waters, and then noth
ingness.
Half an hour afterward a fisherman
found a broken boat afloat, bottom-side
up, a man entangled iu the rigging, his
head above water, unconscious, hut
alive. Trimming liis sail speedily, he
took the hitlf drowned man ashore. And
after tlie sickness and delirium of weeks,
as wretehed and desolate a man as walk
ed on earth, Leonard Vance took up
his colorless life, alone, as lie said, till
the sea gave up its dead. For Helena
was never found. I scraped the moss
away, the other day, from a stone set up
as a memorial without a grave, and
overgrown with bramble roses, to read
the name uj>on it, Helena Vance, lost at
sea, aged 28.
“No, I liave not met a great manv,
for my theatrical duties have been so
heavy that I have received hut few vis
itor and have really refused nearly all
ini atations—although I have had many
friendly offers of hospitality wherever
I have been. But the American women
I have met I have been charmed with
aud of course I have seen thousands and
thousands of the American fair sex,
for my matinee audiences are almost
entirely composed of women.”
“Anil wliat impression has the Ameri
can womqii made upon you, .Mrs
Langtry? What do you tliink of her?
“What a question to ask one!” and
Mrs. Langtry tlirew np her hands in
would he delicate for me to discuss tlie
matter. I think it cannot be expected
that I should pass judgement on the
\nierican women. ”
"But you mast have some impressions
of tlieir manners, appearance, dress, etc.
It would undoubtedly interest Ameri
can women to team wliat the English
beauty thinks of them.”
“Really this question lias so surprised
e that I don’t know what to say, but
if you think it will really be of interest
I will try and tell you what I think. In
the first place I think American women
have very pretty faces, so bright and
winning. One sees many more prettv
faces here than m Engiand. Then I
tliink they have lieautiful hair and veri-
pretty hands and feet.”
"And their figures?"
“Well, I must take the liberty to say I
that I think their figures are generally
bail. The American standard of figure
I s altogether too plump to please me;
hut, again, I do not see why my opinion
should he of any interest in tlie matter.
I have been called ‘scraggy’ in one
town I visited.”
“And where was that?”
“Well, I think it must have lieen in
Pittsburg. I think tlie most disagreea
ble tilings were said of me there.”
“Do you admire tlie dress of Ameri-
:m women?”
"I cauiiot say candidly that I do; on
the whole, I think they dress too smartly
for the street, and too simply for the
theatre. I think they mix tlieir colors
badly and have too many bows and
ends on their dresses. To my taste a
woman cannot he too simply dressed
for the street. A dress of simple neu
tral tints please me best. I saw a wom-
i in tlie street the other day wearing
gray ulster a blue dress and scarlet
kill gloves. Just think of that!” and
Mrs. Langtry almost shuddered with
horror at the thought of scarlet gloves
“and she also hail a banquet de corsage
of daffodils; That was rather a gay
uiixtnre of colors, was it not?”
“You want to know what I think of
the manners of the American women?
I think them charming, so free and
open. The American women are so in
dependent and there is such a delightful
lack of self-consciousness about them.
Thc;< are, too, very -toigM-itt-coinfersa-
tion, and the freedom and frankness of
tlieir manner impresses one instantly;
it is aLso different from the reserve of
the general run of English women.”
Celanln" House.
3Iedical Yalne of Vegetables.
Asparagus is a strong diuretic, and
forms part of the cure for rheumatic
patients at such health resorts as Aix-
les-Bains. Sorrel is cooling, and forms
the staple of that soupe aiuc herbes which
a French lady will order for herself af
ter a long and tiring journey. Carrots,
as containing a quantity of sugar, are
avoided by some people, while others
complain of them as indigestible. With
regard to the latter accusation, it may
be remarked, in passing, that it is the
yellow core that is difficult of digestion
—the outer, a red. layer, is tender
enough. In Savoy the peasants have
recourse to an-infusion of carrots as a
specific for jaundice. The large sweet
onion is very rich in those alkaline ele
ments which counteract the poison of
rheumatic gout. H slowly stewed in
weak broth, and eaten witli a little
Nepaul pepper, it will he found to lie an
admirable article of diet for patients of
studious and sedentary habits.
Tlie stalks of the cauliflower have the
same sort of value, only too ofteu the
stalk of a cauliflower is so ill-boiled and
unpalatable that few persons would
thank you for proposing to them to make
part of their meal consist of so uninvit
ing an article. Turnips, in the same
way, are often thought to lie indigesti-
" i, and better suited for cows and sheep
m for delicate people; but here the
fault lies with the cook as much as with
the root. The cook boils the turnip
badly, and then pours some butter over
it, aud the eater of such a dish Is sure
to he the worse for it. Try a better
way. Wliat shall be said about our let
tuce? The plant has a slight narcotic
her hind feet, until a holeabouf three\ of-mother 'writtegTtew'Ttees tohS FreimhVortOT'^iU know'the
feet deep isdug, and into tins the eggs. father, and enclosing it in a bottle, “in !SL* a „d when^£0^1^000^1 it il
are droDDed—sometimes a hundred i>... iw.h.. 0 I laiue, anil linen properly council n is
the Kent East Indiaman by fire in 1825,
for tlie reason tiiat a hundred particu
lars .are introduced by the writer relat
ing to the behavior of the people when
all hope was abandoned and death seem
ed inevitable. We read of the little
children who, when the flames had mas
tered the ship, and all was uproar and
horror on the deck, “continued to play
time, hut afore she leaves the water she! as usual with tlieir toys in bed, or to put
makes sure there ain’t no one around;! the most innocent and unseasonable
then goes for the beach, crawls right j questions to those around them;” of a
up close to the bush where the water ] young military officer removing from
are dropped sometimes a hundred,; the hope that it might eventually reach
more or less. When she’s done, she its - destination, with the view, as he
covers it up, and, instead of goin’ right • started, of relieving him from the long
back—and there you see the cminin’ o’ years of fruitless anxiety and suspense
The advantages of oiled and shellac
ed floors, where all the cracks are filled
in with putty, are as plain in closet-
room as elsewhere in the house. If you
have moved into a house where the
cracks iu the closet floor have a suspic
ions look, get them well rubbed in with
concentrated lye tlie first thing, in
quantities that will harden in the cracks.
This will keep you neat, if it is not
convenient to have a few closets finish
ed off this house cleaning with the hard
and polished surface. If you can do
this, however, it is worth all the trouble
it takes. The yellow pine stain makes
a beautiful might finish for a closet
floor. When all the woolens you can
spare are put away, with velvets and
furs hung up in their hags so that they
do not crush, get all the smaller articles
in a trunk or chest. If you have not a
cedar chest or closet, an old starched
and shining table cloth will do to make
a trunk lining or shelf lining that will
entirely protect, and can he sewed over
at the top of the whole contents. When
closets and woolens. &c., are attended
to. take a day’s breathing time and rest.
Keep yourself strong, and see that
you do not begin to take up carpets,
wash floors, and turn mattresses out of
doors, except on a bright, warm day.
There are people ill with pneumonia at
this writing, in spite of May in the al
manac. Let it be settled, warm, before
the larger operations begin. You can
have pictures lifted from the walls, the
glass rubbed off with whiting and the
frames rubbed with linseed oil, and all
stored away in a spare room out of the
dust and away from the walls on some
previous day. The walls do not get as
much attention, otherwise, as they
should. Take down all curtains, shades
aud lambrequins, and wipe and heat
thoroughly, getting them previously
out of tne way. Then take up your
carpets, and clean your walls. Brush
papered walls with a soft towel around
the brush; scrub painted walls in clear
water, no soap, but use a little ammonia
where there are dust marks. Lime
water is again recommended for use on
all unpainted floors that are not hard
finished, and treat your ceilings as you
do your walls, brushing, washing or
white-washing, according to the finish.
I “ Don’t talk so loud,” said the watch
man ; “you’ll wake the oudad.”
“That ivliat?”
“ Tlie oudad,” replied the watchman,
“ that’s what they call it; he’s a loyely
bird and has a voice like a buzz saw.
And when he buzzes, gosh ! So let him
sleep,” and the watchman silently led
the way past the oudad.
“Cheese it,” broke out the watch
man again. “Do you hear that ? ” An
elephant had evidently kicked his com
panion.
“Are tlie elephants apt to he very
restless at night ? ”
“Oh, very. And when an elephant
is restless, there’s a .good deal that’s
restless. They sleep on one side till
that’s tired and then they flop over
011 the other. That was a flop we just
heard.”
“ IV hat s this ? ’* asked the reporter,
pointing to something in the path.
“ That,” replied the watchman, fol
lowing up the obstacle with his lantern,
“seem to lie part of a camel. But
where’s the rest of him ? Oh, here it
is. They stretch out well, don’t they ?
Those are magnificent humps—made
expressly lor this circus, too. They are
harmless.”
“What, the humps ?
“ No, the camels. And they make no
noise at night unless they find shingle
nails in tlieir food. Then they com
plain.”
“ Don’t get too near the business eml
of tiiat thing,” said the watchman, lift
ing up liis lantern so that it was even
darker than before, “tiiat is a niule.
Never interfere with a mule's plans,
aud in approaching him always allow
for a contraction and subsequent ex
pansion of the muscles. Next to the
mule are the zebra-striped ponies. We
never venture to use soap 011 those
stripes. Here are some very rare things,
and they are as queer as they are rare.
They never make the slightest noise
either when pleased or when frightened.
They are the giraffs. No one ever heard
a giraffe nmnirtir. Observe the length
of tlieir neck. What a winter resort
for diphtheria! You can get something
of an idea of tlieir length of neck by
picturing in your mind’s eye four yards
of sore throat and the amount of vine
gar and salt required for one gargle.
The giraffe is indeed a difficult thing to
keep ; he dies so easily and almost with
out provocation.
“This animal here,” continued the
watchman, still walking by the stalled
animals “ is not as you might have
supposed, a Harlem goat. No; this is
the sacred bull. It is said he was taken
from the Pope.”
“ Is he very sacred ? ” asked tlie incre
dulous reporter,
“Yes; lie’s extremely sacred. He
gets more sacred every day. The
amount of reverence he iuspires iu
liis keepers is only equaled by tiiat of
the mule.”
Having reached the end of the stalled
animals the watchman announced, by a
twist of his lantern, that he was about
to come upon the ferocious wild beasts
irtjrjnqs. Up then put out, tUe lantern,
aid he and tlie reporter sat'down on’
really very easy of digestion.
Th* fint and greatest of aU faults is
to defraud ourselves.
the railing that protects the cagetl ani
mals from the spectators. It was a lit
tle early for the usual midnight roar of
the animals, but not half so early as
the visitors had thought, for soon there
came from the cage hack of them a
noise tiiat startled both of them out of
a week’s growth. It was the greeting
of an African lion.
It only required the roar of one lion
with good lungs to start the whole me
nagerie. Tiiat beautiful bird called the
emu was the first to reply to the lion’s
call. The reply was nothing more than
a mild form of sneeze, but it went a
great way. And in less time than it
takes to record it the congregation of
animals that were endowed with any
sort of an apparatus for making a rack
et had tuned their pipes and were blow
ing and bellowing to see wliicli could
make the most noise. It was a lively
place to be in without any light. But
that did not seem to make any differ
ence to the animals. The baboon hark
ed and the rhinoceros grunted. And
the louder they barked and grunted the
louder the lions and tigers roared. Then
the elephants joined in the general dis
order, and when they united in the
chorus there was no peace for the nick
ed. One elephant is usually cousidered
sufficient to supply one family with all
the noise it wants; but when twenty
elephants lift up their voices in one
sympathetic lamentation, nothing but
the deepest coal mine could ever furnish
a safe harbor or a sure retreat. Add to
this the hair-sphtting noises of the
cockatoos and the macaws, the mourn
ful lowing of the Nubian rhinoceros
and tlie unparalleled snore of the hip
popotamus, and the effect is appalling.
The watchman looked at the reporter
mid the reporter eyed the watchman.
Neither could speak. And it would
not have made any difference if they
had spoken. They might have roared
until they were black in the face and
still not have been heard. Each grasi>-
ed the other’s hand and bolted for tlie
entrance with as much haste as though
pursued by the whole menagerie.
0,-^’ General Diaz is nineteen years
wito I Ca^a haS0Penedan0IStBrt i* de
at c4!tert° f (S! rlha3 ^ diSC0V6red
from E a , rn r eer. FranCiS JoS6ph 9uffe “
-^Only twelve Texan legislators are
natives of the State. are
o- T ! iere * $527,153.23 cash in the
State treasury of Iowa.
- — Sn “aH-Pox rages in Chattanooga and
m Eastern Tennessee. 8
—Mr. W. W. Corcoran, of Washing
ton, does not rapidly improve.
1 -R yst0 , ne Goal Company of Pitts
burgh has defaulted on its bonds.
—Riots have occurred in Ceylon be-
tw een Catholics and Buddhists.
f «T! lp Jtouse in which Gambetta died
at Ville d’Avray, is offered for sale.
—The additions to the Berlin Bomse
wifi make it the Largest in the world.
c G'rancisco passenger statistics
tor 1 eliruary show a net gain of 2,167.
Shelbyville and Murfreesboro
lenn., are now connected by telephone
—Die Shah of Persia believes in a
Stable government. He has 400 horses.
—Longfellow will stand between Drv-
denainl Chaucer in Westminster Abbey.
—The Methodist population of New
1 ork has fallen from 1 in 64 to 1 in 104.
—The latest new industry reported
from Alabama is a goose farm, with 500
birds.
—Over 7,1X10,000, gallons of water
now daily flow out through the Sutro
tunnel.
~Hen^y G. Margannd has contribut-
S’OjOOO for a public library, at Little
Rock, Ark.
Three-fifth of the 2,200 convicts ir
tlie I exas iieniteutiary are negroes and
Mexicans.
Deri' Krupp, the gnnmaker, is to
found a town—Neu Kruppingen—for
his employes.
There are now .30,1.15,783 people in
tlie Lnited States, according to the cen
sus conqieiidium.
—Henry Ilalin, of Aiken, S. C., has a
cow that yields twenty-four quarts of
milk i>er day.
Au Austrian railroad company uses
the telephone to signal its trains from
station to station. ' ^
—Df the 30,000,000 acres of land-in
Mississippi less than 5,000,000 acres is
under cultivation.
—Col. W. C. Clark, of Jack comity. 45
Tex., has lost 700 of 1,200 sheep on his
ranclie since December.
Mr. Bergli is needed in Brackett,
Texas. They have a cock pit there and
fight chickens on Sunday.
If you have had the forethought to pro-
ride an extra cover for the mattress, of
blue check, this can come off and he
washed at any time as the mattress is
kept free from dust. If not, let it go
down iuto the yard and give it first a
thorough dry brushing with a whisk,
then go over it again with the whisk
ilauqiened; so as to cleanse it thorough
ly. It must have a good sunning after
this. Very few people wash their pil
lows, yet there is hardly any article of
constant use that needs washing more.
They can be dropped inta hot soap suds
aud stirred about, one at a time, so that
the gathered dust will he washed out of
them, then hang across the clothes line
in a good breeze and sun, turning tliem
frequently to have them dry evenly.
Varnish for writing on glass may be
made of 300 grains t tner, 30 grains san-
darac, and 30 graius mastic. Dissolve
and add benzine until the varnish im-
iarts to glass a ro ighened appearance.
Jse cold.
A scheme is said to be maturing by
whieh several Muskegon, Michigan,
eapitalist intend to become the pur-
ehasi rs of a number of townships of
pine lands in Florida, estimated to be
capable’W producing 1,000,900.000 feet
of lumber
Ftries in flair Dressing.
Hair dressers are beginning to com
plain of the prevailing styles. They say
that the fits!lion Mrs. Langtry introduc
ed of wearing the hair drawn hack in a
small knot at the back of the head and
fluffy in front has taken away all the
profit they once derived from their call
ing. Elaborate coiffeurs are rfo longer
the faslioin. ’ Extreme simplicity is now
in vogue. Nothing shows off a well-
fornied head or a pretty face so well as
this simple aud natural way of wearing
the hair. It is parted very accurately
in the middle and tlie knot is worn low
on the neck, so tiiat the full shai>e of the
head is revealed. The bang has gone
out of fashion and in its place our the
fluffs Of course, this arrangement is
very trying to ugly faces. Many women
pass as beauties simply on account of
tueir hair, and to them the present fash
ion is very obnoxious. They evade it
by having braids of twisted coils at the
back coming up well on the head and a
very fluffy fringe in front. The wig-
uiakers, however, have made money.
Tlie majority of ladies do not care to
cut tlieir hair so as to make it fluff up
in front, and very few have hair that Is
available for this style of face decoration.
Therefore, the wigmakers provide the
fringes with the exact shade of the hair,
and they make it so natural that it is
impossible to detect where nature leaves
off and art begins.
—The Japanese indemnity fund
bonds, amounting to $1,837,825, have
been placed in the treasury for cancel
lation, the proceeds, less the Wyoming
prize money, to he paid to Japan.
—Mahogany, ebony, rosewood and
cedar are used as fuel by the poorest
people in some parts of Mexico.
—Over 18,000 head of Bu&ie
beeu killed east of the Yellowstone river,
in Montana Territory, this season.
—Londoners have a superstition that
foreigners who gamble iu English rail
way cars are always unsuccessful.
—In Washington city $85,000,000
worth of property goes untaxed, because
it belongs to the national government.
—Moscow lias voted 200,000 roubles, r
equal to about $150,000, for fetes In,: a
connection with the coronation of the '
czar. ' - : vjrt
—South Australia has a population of
279,800. Its debt had grown from $11 -
000,000 in 1873 to uearly $50,000,000 in
1881.
—It is proposed to so change the
Massachusetts State Constitution i ’
women who are lawyers may he m
justices of the peace.
—The portrait of General Grant i
was commenced by Le Clear and 1
ed by Bierstadt, has lieen placed i
East Room of the White House.
A sexton who was digging a 1
in the Santander (Mexico) Cemq
dug up a coffin containing jewels 1
value of main' thousand dollars.
The 400th anniversary of the 1
day of Martin Luther is to be kept
the Protestants all over Germany on the
10th of November, with extraordinary
pomp.
—There are now 150 Roman Catholic
churches, with 270 priests, within the
diocese of Boston, where 17 years ago
there were hut 99 churches, with 93 cler
gymen.
—Farmers in the United States liave
$12,210,253,302 of capital invested in
their business. This sum includes
forms, implements, livestock fertilizers,
and fences.
General Nelson A. Miles, who is at
this time one of the most popular army
officers in tlie country, will spend his two
month’s leave of absence in the East.
General Miles lias command of the Mil
itary Department of Columbia.
—It is estimated tiiat not fewer than
10,000 persons now arrive weekly in St.
Paul and are forwarded to the remote
Northwest by the Northern Pacific and
Manitoba lines.
—Lumber is now being manufactured
from straw, the standard size being 32
inches in width, 12 feet in length, and
the thickness the same as the average
surfaced hoards.
—There arejover 4000 savings institu
tions in Italy, and the deposits show
that the people are saving at the rate of
$15,000,000 a year. There are now on
deposit almost $200,000,000 represented
bv almost 2,000,000 books.
—An eleven-pound boy with eight
teeth was born in the Almshouse, in
New Haven Connecticut, recently hi s
mother being a widow, whose husband
died about four months ago from injur
ies received on a railroad.
—The chief of the bureau of statistics
reports that the total values of the ex
ports of domestic bread stuffs during
February and during the two and eight
months ended February 28, as compared
with the corresponding months of 1882,
were: February, 1883, $15,773,009,1882,
$11,175,193; two months ended February
28, $31,008,586,1882, $23,152,717; eight
months, $149,431,142, 1882, $135,296,-
632.
—The main building for the Southern
Exposition, which opens at Louisville,
Ky.,. ou the 1st of August, is now in a
sufficiently advanced state of construc
tion to give some idea of its proportions.
It will be one of the largest of the kind
ever built, covering an area ol 677,400
square feet, being inferior only to toe
main buildings at the London Exposi
tions 0^1851 and 1862, and the Centen
nial Exposition.