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®fc* €totort<mm Office, WAREHOUSE STREET, Ob* Door north of Cotton Warehouse. (%0ial Journal of Polk and Haralson ■ - Counties. Advertisements inserted at tlie rate of $1 per square for first insertion, and 50 cents per square for each subsequent insertion. The space of one inch is reckoned as a square. Special rates given on advertisements to run for a longer period than one month. D. B. FREEMAN, Publisher. LABORING FOR THE COMMOlSr WE AT. TERMS: $1 50 Per Annum, in Advance. OLD SERIES-YOL. X- NO. 18. CEDARTOWN. GA.. THURSDAY, MAY 31. 1883. NEW SERIES—VOL. Y-NO. 25. Job Printing. THE ADVERTISES JOB OFFICE IS EQUIPPED WITH GOOD Press and Jiew Material, EMBRACING Type, Border, Ornaments, &e., Of the very latest designs, and aU orders for Job Work will be executed neatly, cheaply and promptly. 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.