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1HEWASDEBEB.
Upon a mountain’s height, far from the sea,
». I found a Shell,
And to my curious ear this lonely thing
Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing—
Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell.
.flow came this shell upon the mountain
t height?
Ah, who can say
Whether there dropped by some too care-
less hand—
Whether there cast when oceans swept the
' * an< ^ „
Ere the Eternal hand ordained the Day?
Strange, was it not? far from its native sea,
One song it sang—
Sang of the mighty mysteries of the tide—
Sang of the awful, vast, profound, and
wide—
' Softly with echoes of the c cean rang.
And, as the shell upon the mountain’s
height
Sings of the sea,
So do I ever,- leagues and leagues away-r
So do I ever, wandering where I may,
Sing, O my home—O my home, of thee.
SIS BROWN'S FORTUNE.
To begin with, I am a long young
person, with big bones and plenty of
them—and I don’t care a button if my
hair is red! I have good reason to
know that I am not considered beauti
ful; that my nose, for instance—but
there’s really no need for such distress
ing details. .
My father, Peter Brown—the best
farmer living in all Fairfax, be the dead
/One whom be may—is the unfortunate
’ luumnoDAP -a# 1ft ohiIHrnn nvnrv
f possessor of 13 children, every single
j one of them girls—and the married ones,
’As*-, for that matter! Of course, girls
.-sometimes, and when poor pa takes a
notion to upbraid -fate because all his.
boys turned-- out, girls, I must say j
rebel against the decree that condemns
me to slavish frocks and frizzes. '-Most
good folks sing out that they want to
cayrxJiarps and be angels, but I—if
only I were Peter Brown, junior! and
'bad a farm like pal I don’t fifcune ma,
’ of "course; but 1 really do think the
even dozen ought to have contented
her—and, what’s more, I say so, when
pa and I get beyond the subduing in
fluence of her eye—for there’s nothing
. trifling about ma’s eye!
When pa and ma’s love was young,
and their future a rose-colored rose—
there! I’ve heard pa say it a dozen
times, but when a girl happens to be
. shackled with a memory like adioy’s
'pocket upside down, and the middle
nowhere, and get that memory from her
ma, 1 suppose there’s to be allowances
—anyhow, the first girls got the bene
fit of it ml in the way of mugs, and
corals, and names as fine as fiddles;
then there came such a disastrous lull
in pa’s enthusiasm that ma says, when
he panted up from the fields one hot
and found our dear old twins
g, instead of his dinner, it set
i frantic that he threatened to
bunch the whulefamily together like a
string of fish and do a dark and despe
rate deed. Butma just kept on having
her own way—which means girls—
until by the time she wound up the
home circle with me—at your sendee—
she had so worn her intellect down at
the heels thinking up double-barrelled
names for the other dozen, that she
handed my christening over to pa, and
pa everlastingly disgraced himself, in
my estimation, by heartlessly calling
me Sis—absolutely nothing but Sis!
If I had been a boy this indignity,
,»,at least—but there are some wrongs so
-. great that the only thing one can con
veniently do is to forgive them! But.
. though pa has been cheated of Iris bish
ops and senators and things (poor dear,
he never dreams that sons of his might
lujve turned out fanners Uke himself,
only not half so good) the girls have
certainly made up his loss in husbands.
Indeed, pa seems to have more sons-in-
law than he quite knows what to do
with—and as to grandsons!
“If one could only feed them like
chickens!” siglis poor ma, plaintively.
“If one could only kill them like
chiekens, you mean,” I retorted, vin
dictively.
After that little business talk pa and
I had behind the bam I’ve settled in
my mind that the Browns have got to
economize—and I mean to start with
the grandchildren by way of a noble
beginning.
“Now, look here, ma,” I say to the
dear old soul wlio is already staring at
me with big, anxious eyes, like a lien
with her feathers rallied, “this thing
has gone on long enough, and I just
mean to hitch old Calico to the cart
and dump every scrap of -grandchild at
his own lawful door—Ido! It’s down
right mean in the girls to impose on us
in this everlasting way—as if there
wasn’t work enough of our own—”
“There, there, sir” interrupts ma,
pathetically, “they only mean to please
And a nice »^ r u.. r t,| !e to do it!
Pa’s an old man now, and after pinch
ing and slaving all his life for us army
of girls, what right have they to keep
him .pinching and slaving to the last?
Oh, you needn’t look at me like that,
ma, dear; children, like good mnners,
ought to he found at home—hi, you
Tom, Dick, Harry, etc., etc.,” and
when at last I have packed them in the
cart, and we go laughing, scratching,
and squalling down -tie road, I feel
like the pied piper of Hamlien, only
there’s no hill withwide, greedy jaws
waiting at the end of the trip—more’s
the pity!
That sounds as if Sis Brown were
not fond of children; but 1 really am,
when they come like silk frocks and
other occasional luxuries—considered
as every-day affairs, however, if I am
to be allowed a preference between the
two-^-wliy, give me the locusts of Egypt
and accept my grateful thanks.
When I have impartially divided
their howling household goods between
the eight sisters who live so uncom
fortably near, the sun is sinking behind
the trees in a blaze of glorious yellow.
There is a long road with many leafy
turnings* that Calico knows as well as
I, and while she dawdles along it with
a languid elegance that suits us both,
I sit, tailor-fashion, in the bottom of
the cart, thinking, thinking,' heedless
of whip or rein.
I read a story once of a devil-fish
crawling over the roof of a pretty cot
tage by some southern sea. I don’t
suppose there was a word of truth in it;
but, some way, ever since pa made a
clean breast of his troubles, I can’t get
that shiny, black monster out of my
thoughts night or day. 1 should say,
indeed, that a mortgage like ours was a
trifle the worst of the two, because
- there’s only one weapon to fight it, and :/
where in the word is pa to get the first
. led cent of that terrible three thousand
dollars? If pa had only told me in time,
perhaps I might have done something
heroic with my poultry—a flock, of gray
gbese did grand things -for history once
on a time—but no, he kept as dumb as
Cheops, until I found it all out for thy
self, and no thanks to anybody.
The way of it was: ma started me
down to the meadow (me evening Jast
week to see what pa meant by" '
supper waiting, and when I for
leaning against the bam there aA’quiet
-and gray as the twilight shadows, why,
?I think the. One who ddetb all, things
well must have'put It in myhedtt to
wake him up and tell me the matter.
There is no woman in all this big
glorious world ao, weak as* Saiapeos
with his head shaved, and so hi told
me between sobs—I don’t ever wiht to
see my father cry again—how thp big
family had gobbled up the smalljparn-
ings, how at last there was nothing to
do but bemras^money.on the
shabby old place t ;and- dqw a vills
bill of some sort Was odtaing do*.
“Never mind, dad,” I said, “come
along to supper; I’ll get you out of your
fix.” ' > i!
I don’t think pa realized at the min
ute—and I’m sure I did not—that I
bad never seen so much as a -hundred
dollars in all my life together, for he
followed me home contentedly, put his
head. under the spout while 1 pumped,
and then, with his hand on my shoul
der, went into the house and ate'supper
enough for two! The next day pa was
out of his head with a fever, and jiow to
see him prodding about the farm with
a stick in his hand and a pain in his
back—poor, dear pa! Of eddrse, the
first thing that suggested itself at his
bedside was blood, and plenty of it—
might have saved myself the trouble,
for the vile creature wasn’t at home,
tfitefi I turned the old: mate’s hand to
ward the family sons-in-law, but there
wash YU "husband amoifj? them iftto had
the cash to spare—they don’t sefem to
spare anything qmte so conveniently as
childrenl I even decided to—
“Say, young woman!”
I am not a coward, but the creature
who' has brought’ the cart arafc my
thoughts to’shell a sudden halt woks
so like some great famished wolf, stand
ing there at Calico’s head, that I shiver
from head to foot, and he sees it. -
“Vpu needn’t be afmanl,” he gai
in a rasping sort of whisper. “I haven’t
the strength to harm you if my will
was good for murder—look at this!”
His eyes turned toward his breast—
his right arm lies stiffly across it clotted
with something that must be blood,
and the fingers look like the flesh of a
dead man.
I think that he understands that I am
sorry for him, for before my heart can
jump back to its right place again, he
drops the reins and touches his mangey
cay.
I’ve been skulkin’ in these ’ere
woods, miss, nigh onto a week, and what
with starvin’ and the pain ’o this, I’m
most about dead played out.”
“If you will cut across the fields to
that house over there,” I sayyklndiy,
I am sure—for God knows I pity him
from the bottom of my heart—“I will
see that you get a good supper.”
I couldn’t crawl there, much less
walk, and my time for suppers is over
for this world, 1 reckon.”
I am so sorry for the poor, misery-
ridden creature standing there in the
summer twilight, with the fragrant
woods all around him, and the birds
chirping sleepily in the trfees—so very
sorry, and I tell him so.
He totters as I say it, and I am just
making up mv mind that Calico and I
have a disagreeable job before us, when
he lays one miserable hand on the
wheel, and, drawing his face near
enough for me to see the ghastly seams
that want has seared there, cries im
ploringly:—
“There’s them that’s hunting me to
my death; fm-God’s sake, won’t you
help me?”
All my life I have wanted to be a
man, and now the time has come to
act like one. I am rubbing Calico
down in her stall—pa and I being the
only men—I mean pa being the only
man about the place, we do this sort of
thing ourselves—when the dear old fel
low hobbles down the pathway and
puts his head in the door.
“Sis,” he begins, with wide, excited
eyes, “did you meet a-big fellow down
the road—a dark chap with lots of
bumps and black, frizzled whiskers?’
I had not, and I said so.
“Well, he came by here bunting up
some scamp who robbed a bank in
Kichmond and got down to these parts
with the money in his pocket and a
bullet in his flesh. I started him down
the main road. 1 wonder you didn’t
see bun.”
“1 drove around by the mill.” I
answered, quietly enough, considering
I feel like a tornado; “but lie won’t
catch liis scamp to-night, dad.”
“Think not? Why?”
“Because I've-got him snug in the
barnr _
‘•Goodness, gracious! then I’ll j not
Fa is making bis way to warn justice
as fast as his weak legs will let him,
when I steady hint against the stable-
door and take away'his cane.
“Dad,” I cry savagely, “I adore you,
but if you take another step to harm
that man, why—you’ve only got a
dozen daughters to go through the rest
of your life.”
“You!” gasps pa—and I wonder the
wisp of straw he has -been chewing does
not strangle him black on the spot—“a
child of mine help a thief—”
“Exactly! and she means to make
yom’an accessory after rthe act. Now,
see here, pa, I don’t set up to-be a
cherub, but when a fellow-creature,
starved and bleeding, asks me tohelp
him. in the name of God why I‘mean to
help him if I break every law in Yir-
girnia to atoms—so there 1”
Pa looks stunned a bit—as I knew
he would—wavers abit, and then laying
one big brown paw on my head, as 1
likewise expected, knowing, pals way as
I do, cries stoutly:—
“Spoken like a .man, Sis; and now
lei’s have a look at your villain.”
When we stand at last before the
stretched out there on the friendly
straw, that pa’s loving heart gets the
best of his law-abiding principles, and
he bathes the hurt arm as tenderly as if
it had never been raised in crime.
When pa first notices the jug of water
I have brought from the spring and
the carriage-robe-rolled up for a pillow
with the rough side iff; he locks at me
wondenngly for a second, and then
ejaculates with most contented happi
ness:
‘Thank God. Bis,, yon are .only a
woman after «11J”
Iaupposa pa’ineuM wefl^but it does
• sv ’-..'.r.A? KI rut---Wit
-re:..: -
not sound encouraging considering I’ve
been trying to dp my duty like a man
Even fathers arehuman! -
“It’s no use,’.’ moans the poor crea
ture, when pa has done his best with
the wound. “I’m a goin’ fast boss,
but she said they should not—touch
“Don’t worry, my lad,” cries pa,
cheerily. Bight or wrong here you
stay until ”
“It won’t be—long—1 feel it comin
fast—and hard—I would have died out
there on the black roadside except for
her. God bless herl>-‘ If ; you—don’t
mind”—and here he looks at me so
like. some gaunt, faithful dog. that
lean over him by* pa to catch his dying
words—“if you don’t mind—will you
take this bag from—around my neck?
It chokes me—it chokes——”
“There, there,” says pa, tenderly,
and now, my lad, before you go to—
-Sleep, tell me, does this money belong
-to tfie bank?”
“Yee, yes,” cries the dying man,
with an imploring glance at pa while
he tries to touch my hand with his own
poor, feeble fingers; “take it back, boss,
and tell them—tell them—that the—
reward—belongs to—her ”
Yes, that is the true and simple
story of my fortune, no matter what
the papers said. For a long time pa
would not let me touch a penny of
that $5,000, but when the people at the
bank insisted that business was uusi-
I had earned the money and
there it was, why
Castle of Frohsdorf.
liuui hinstance toy railway from Vienna,
Castle Frohsdorf shines out of the dense
forest Uke a snow white Easters egg in
a green nest. It is a plain square
building, and if it were not for an enor
mous coat-of-arms, with the traditional
lilies, no one would suppose it to be the
residence of a would-be-king. During
the whole of the week ending May 14th
a deep silence pervaded the park and
buildings, and the numerous messengers
who arrived from all parts to inquire
about the health of the Comte de Cham
bord were dismissed without /eing al
lowed to cross the threshold. When
the Comte de Chambord stayed at Gor-
itz it was not difficult to obtain admit
tance into the castle. The first thing
that strikes the visitor upon entering
the vestibule is a life-statue of tbe ltaid
of Orleans, bearing a great likeness to
the Duchess de Berri, • ‘the man of the'
family.’,’ Opposite to it the walls bears
an old coat-of-arms, with the lilies and
the date 1480. On the back wall are
two large pictures, one representing the
Virgin and Child, the other an old gray
bearded man, with a baby in his arms.
The old man is the Comte de Chambord’s
jiatron saint and the baby the Comte de
Chambord himself.- The portrait of the
baby Chambord naturally reminds one
of the scene happened in 1830, in which
this self-same baby played a prominent
part and which OdUou Barrot describes
in his Memoirs.
Of all tlu* kings who have fled from
the Tuileries, none did * so with more
dignity than Charles X., who brought
away his court, his military cabinet, his
master of ceremonies and court marsh
als. But the people, and the National
Guard especially, opposed the flight,
and while searching the royal carriages
gave vent to no very royal feelings. In
Cliarenton the mob would have stopped
the royal procession altogether but for
the little Due de Bordeaux (afterwards
the Comte de Chambord) afid his sister,
who sitting in the first carriage, bowed
to the people and kissed their hands to
them, as they had been taught in the
days ofTiappy royalty. The mob was
touched, the women cried, and the roy
al party passed through the crowd,
which did not even murmur. The ves^
tibule of Castle Frohsdorf (formerly
Krottendorf, that is toad village; then
Froschdorf—frog’s village) opens into a
courtyard resembling the garden of a
eonvent. Not a flower nor a shrub to
relieve the monotony of the cold, gray
stones, the closed windows, the tidy
gravel walks. On the stairs and in the
halls there are no ornaments except
life-sized portraits of dead and gone
Kings of France. Thirty young French
noblemen alternately do services as the
king’s chamberlains, and all they re
ceive for tneir pains is a smile of the
King! From Monseigneur’s windows in
Frohsdorf we see a small castle on a hill
which also belongs to the Comte de
Chambord, and which he inhabits dur
ing the hunting season. Here all the
rooms are adorned with stag-heads,
stuffed eagles and woodcocks: the fur
niture is simple and nothing reminds
the Comte de Chambord’s visitors of his
hopes and aspirations. Two years ago
a large parlor Was added, whose bow-
windows offer a splendid view of the
Scunnering and Leltha mountains.
The Prince is said to have expressed a
wish to die with this view before him.
It is a scene of rare beauty—hundred-
year old trees in tlie foreground and the
mountains of Austria in the distance.
Finding tb« Trail.
Wild Red Men.
Twenty-eight wild men, six wild wo
men and four unclad children, none of
whom had ever been out of the moun
tains, were led Jay Major Llewellyn
down to a station on the Santa Fe Rail
road a few days ago. When a train
boomed in tbe band was awed and
whispered exclamations of “de-sa-rs-ta’
(wonderful) were many times repeated
The brawny fellows, who empty handed
would face a grimly, woe afraid to step
into the cars, and the squaws and their
children crooolied behind their tremb
ling lords. But they were induced to
board the train, and flat on'their faces
between the seats this remarkable bond
of Apaches was borne into Santa Fe to
take part in the tertio-millennial parade.
No part of the procession was so strik
ing. Leonine heads set on shapely,
robust frames, with massive shoulders
and cheats full and rounded, splendidly
displayed by tight-fitting buokskin cos
tumes; sinewy trunks and flank. of
shifting muscles, constituted the physi
cal material for an exhibition both
graceful and unique. The keen,strong
black eyes glistened in a setting of red,
poor fellow he looks ao pitifully helpless, brown and yellow, drawn across their
dusky faces in lines and hands -or origi
nal and striking designs. San Juan
wore aabund his neck a medal of Gar
field. Durjgg ifce Second day of their
visit a maiden of Ub badd fell in love
with a white exhibitor. As he was ar
ranging his 'wares his wrist wan grasped
from behind and he timed to see the
figure of the Apache woman vanquish
ing in thte crowd, leaving with him a
silver circlet from her own aim. ‘This
means,” he- exptamedr is the evening,
as he palled back his cuff to show the
ornament, “that I must see bar before
either of tirtsus km
Hero in the. shadow of this grim
mountain is a camp* of cavalry—200
men in faded and ragged blue uniforms
every . face sunburned and bronzed,
every sabre and carbine showing long
use, every horse lifting ijs head from
the grass at short intervals for a swift
glance up and down the valley.
Here, at the foot of the mountain
the Apache trail, which has been fol
lowed for three days, has grown cold.
Aye, it -has been lost. It is as if the
white man had followed a path which
suddenly ended at a precipice. From
this point the red demons took wings,
aud the oldest trailer is at fault.
The men on picket looked up aud
down the narrow valley with anxious
faces. Down the valley, a mile away, a
solitary wild horse paws and prances
anu utters shrill neighs of wonderment
and alarm. Up the valley is a long
stretch of green grass, the earth as level
as a floor and no visible sign of life.
The pines aud shrubs aud rocks on the
mountain side might hide ten thou
sand Indians, but there is not the
slightest movement to arouse suspicion.
It is a still, hot day. Not a bird
chirps, not a branch waves. ,..Tlifi eye
of a lynx could detect ' nothing
beyond the erratic movements of the
lone wild horse adown the valley and
the^ircular flight of an eagle so high
in*air that the proud bird seemed no
larger than a sparrow.
For an hour every man and horse
has looked for signs, but nothing has
been discovered beyond what has been
described. It is a lost trail. There
something in it to arouse suopicion as
as annoyance. Ten miles away
the trail was as plain as a country
highway, and the Indians had no sus
picion of pursuit. Fve miles back
there were signs of commotion. Here
in the center of the valley, every foot
print suddenly disappears.
Look, now! A sergeant with grizzly
locks and fighting jaw rides down the
valley, followed by five troopers. They
are to scout for the lost trail Every
man has unsiting his carbine, -every
saddle-girth has been tightened, and
every man of the six looks over the
camp as he rides out as if he had been
told that he was bidding a. last far well
to comrades. They ride at a slow gal
lop. Each man casts swift glances
along the mountain side to his right—
along the mountain side to his left—
at the green gross under his hores
feet.
What’s that! Afar up the slope to
the right something waves to and fro
for a moment. Higher up the signal
is answered. Across the valley on
the other sloi>e it is answered
again. Down the valley, a full two
miles beyond where the wild horse
now stands like a figure of stone, and
where the valley sweeps to the right
like the sudden turn of a river, the
signal is caught up and 200 Apaches,
eager, excited and mounted, drew
back into the fringe at the. base of
the mountain and wait.
The little band gallop straight
down iqian tho lom, horse Now they
are only half a mile away, and nis
breath comes quick and his nostrils
quiver as he stands and stares at the
strange spectacle. A little nearer
and his. muscles twitch and quiver
and his sharp-pointed ears work fast
er. Only eighty rods now, and with
a fierce snort of alarm and defiance
he rears up, whirls about like a top,
and is off down the valley line an ar
row sent by a stroug hand. The sight
may thrill, but it does not increase the
pace of those who follow. The men see
the wild horse fleeing before them, but
the sight does not hold their eves more
than a second. To the right—to the
left—above them—down the valley—
they are looking for a hoof-print, for a
trampled spot, for a broken twig—for a
sign however insignificant to prove that
men have passed that way. They find
nothing. The signals up the mountain
side were visible only for seconds.
After the first wild burst of speed the
lone horse looks back. • He sees that he
is not being pushed, and he recovers
courage. He no longer runs in a straight
line, but he sweeps away to the left-
swerves away to the right, and clianges
his gait to a trot. TV hen he hears the
shouts of pursuit and the loader thump
of hoof-beats he will straighten away
add show the pursuers a gait which
nothing but a whirl-wind can equal.
Look! It is only* a quarter of a mile
now to the turn in the valley. Tlie
lone horse has suddenly stopped to sniff
tlie air. _ His ears are pointed straight
ahead, his eyes grow larger and take on
a frightened laok and he half wheels as
if he would gallop hack to those who
have seemingly pursued. Five, eight,
ten seconds, and with a snort of alarm
he breaks into a terrific run, takes the
extaeme left of the valley, and goes
tearing out of sight as if followed by
lions,
“Halt!”
The grim sergeant see signs in the
actims of the horse. Every trooper is
looking ahead and to the right. The
green valley runs into the friege, the
fringe into a dense thicket, the thicket
into rock and pine and mountain slope.
order. Six to‘200. but he will face the
danger. To retreat down the valley it
to betovertaken one by one and shoe I The voice that declared that Walker
from tS* saddle or reserved for torture, was the person who had placed tlie two
Down-the valley there is no hope; up foul-flags upon second base came from
the valley is the camp and rescue. The George Dark.
two lines face each otler for a moment And to verify his word, George
without a movement'- Dark himself came running in a minute
Now, men) one volley—sling oar- later,
bines—draw sabres and charge)”- “Didn’t I tell you that the K^I-C-K-
A sheet of flame—a roar-^a cloud of E-R, kicker would get the game all
smoke, and the six horses sprang for- mixed up?” asked he, delightedly “I
ward. Then there is a grand yell, a knew that he would. He’s a nice man
rudu by every horse and rider, and a to play ball, he is. All of the ball-play-
whiripool begins to circle. Sabres flash ing that he is lit for is ball in the hat,
and clang—arrows whistle—revolvers and even then he couldn’t play because
pop-voirass shout and scream, and then he ain’t got any hat, and nobody that
the whirlpool ceases. It-7snot' three knows him would lend him one.”
the first carbine was fired; ‘‘But I saw him with a summer hat
tragedy has ended. Every on,” put in R. T. Emmet,
is down and scalped, half a George Dark’s lips curled contemptu-
ins are dead or dying, a ously.
are struggling or stagger-
ling tbe bend at a mad gal-
sergeant’s riderless horse,
an arrow in his shoulder,
and there is blooa'on-tti© saddle-. i„
five minutes he will be in eamp, and the
notes Af'the bugle will prove that the
lost trail has been found.
‘High hat, wasn’t it?” asked he.
“Yes.” *
“White hat?”
“Yes.”
tfKnowjvhat it was?”
(ieorje Washington's Will.
“Foot and a half of stove-pipe, white
washed. And he hooked the stove-pipe
off of the landlady, too. No wonder
her kitchen stove don’t draw. But I
wouldn’t give Walker away. Although
With a history extending back nearly I ^ am an old sea-pup—-I mean dog—I’m
ro hundred years,_it is not surprising | agentleuian, and I don’t cure who know
that the records of Fairfax county, Va., I
are interesting. The greatest treasure
which the court-house contains, how-1
ever, is the original will of Geoigel
Washington. When Washington re-1
tired from the office of President he
Call Walker in.” ordered Peter Pad
We called.
All of us.
But no Walker responded.
In fact, we couldn’t see Walker at
went to Mount Vernon, his country aU - He appeared to have faded away,
seat, where, on the 14th day of Decern- Where could he have gone to.
ber,'’1799, he died. Mount Vernon is While we were puzzling over the
in Fairfax country, and the will was Question, a freckled-faced, bare-footed,
therefore brought before the county twelve years of avoirdupois hoy, who
court for probate. Tlie record of it is had glimmered into our group somehow,
asfolfciws : spoke up.
At a Court 1ip1.i fm- tho boss,” said he to Peter Pad,
Fairfax, the 20th January, 1800. This der’tisW?”^" ^ feUer dat WUZ ° Ut in
Last Will aud Testament of George
TVashingtpn, deceased, late President I rytev
of the United States of America, was uj j.
“Yes, my son,” paternally answered
presented in Court by George Steptoe
iV’asMngton, Samuel TVashington and
Lawrence Lewis, three of the Executors
therein named, who made oath thereto
and the same being proved by tlie Oath
of Charles Little, Chas. Simms and
Ludjteli Lee. to be in tlie true haud
know where he is.
“Where?”
“Gone.”
“Gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where?”
“Wid a girl. lie said dat he’d got
Scediiie thereto annexed, ai’idthe''sa7d I a blackbeiring '
w:n x-.f , , . ’ . - I Muldoon, for some reason, appeared
Will, being sealed and signed by him, visTw; ^ ^
and performed what the Laws require | ^Tiston’of female loveliness was
mgs
Certificate is granted them for obtain-
ig si probate thereof in due form. * vr. rTn 1
Teste- L Df-pfwf ■ M . e Ia f”said our umpire. “I de-
‘ I soire to ask ay yez a few iutnerrogatory
Op to a year or two ago tlie will was queries. Wur the faymale ould?”
kept on fil i with other papers, not with- “Yes, sir,” came the prompt re
standing the distinction which its his-1 sponse.
torical value attached to it. Frequent “Wid bon-foire-hued hair?
handling, however, threatened its de- “Yes, sir.”
struction and the walnut case, which it [ “Acre soize fate?”
at Dresent occupies, was made to pro
tect it. The will is plainly visible
through the glass top. It is ragged
and tom,.and slightly discolored by
age*^.-HaB-of. the fiagt page, which
conSnenees <UK » 1CU 1>la lla ,
Amen,” seems to be missing, and the emphasis upon the grouiffi.
other pages are kept in place by two ' "
“Yes, sir.”
“Walked wid a gimp?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Had a red parasolette?”
“I—I think so.”
Muhlrmn dashed his hat- with great
- -mi • . - .. * -- —i ‘'-I’ve got enough,” he muttered.
straps, The ink is well preserved, be- “I’m going back to the farm. I want
ing as back and distinct, apparently, as to cut the sprouts off of the clams anv-
wlien first written. The will is written way.”
on letter paper, unruled, in a plain. And so ended our ball match
round hand, easily legible. It is quite We called it a draw,
lengthy, occupying twenty-three pages George says that for our sakes it was
of the large record book into which it lucky that we did.
has been copied. It goes into specifics He intimated that if we had not call-
devises and is dated at Mount Vernon, I ed it a draw it would have been doubt-
July 9 1799. The case containing the ful if we had been able to draw our
original is kept in a fire-proof safe. salaries that week.
The schedule which forms a part of As for Walker—well, he has not been
the will contains a list of the property since heard from.
owned by Washington. An interesting
extract from this part of the ducument | a stone implement.
as foUows:
The 'two lots near the Capitol, in
Riding Barelmck.
“There’s a horse that knows as much
as a man. Just look into his face, will
you?” said Melville, the champion bare-
back rider of the world.
It was one hot afternoon at the cir
cus. The big tent was swaying lazily
in the breeze, and the hum of 20,000
voices came through the curtain into
the dressing-room, where stood Frank
Melville, the famous bareback rider,
with his hand on his gray horse’s neck.
He was dressed in pink silk tights, and
carried in his hands a riding whip, with
which he switched tlie sawdust on tlie
ground. Around him were a hundred
trappings of tlie hippodrome. The
Shetland ponies, gayly saddled and
bridled, stood sleepily wiiiting for their
race. The woman who glides down a
,rope while holding on by tier teeth was
trying her muscle on one of the cliains
that supported the sides of tlie tent and
two acrobatic artist, one a trapeze actor
and the other a performer on the slack
rope, stood critically watching her
movements. All were resplendent m
ipangies and silk, she in tights of a deli
cate blue, and they in rights of orange
and black and lavender.
“Yes, sir,” said Melville, as he took
his horse’s face in his hands, “lie knows
-as much as a man. See how steady his
eye is aud how perfectly sober his ex
pression. This is what we call a cold-
jlooded horse, a cross between some of
our American breeds. They’re the best
animals in the world for our business.
You can teach them anything short of
talking, and they never get nervous or
excited. Why, this fellow knows when-
I’m feeling well the minute I light on
his back. If I’m in good condition he
tends right straight to his own business
but if I’m a little under the average lie
favors me in every possible way. If I
make a sumersault a little out of true
lie’ll sway around just a little so as to
catch me when I come down, and then
carry me along as gently as a cradle.”
Just then the music struct up a
more spirited air and the horse turned
his gray face knowingly but quietly to
ward the curtained opening to the audi
torium.
“See how composed lie is,” said the
rider, smiling at the action. “He
knows it’s our turn next. - He’s just as
different as can he from that little white
mare over there. I take her for my
second act. She’s a thoroughbred, and
thoroughbred horses are always nerVous.
But here we go. I must bid you good
bye. Wait till I come back.”
The gray horse arched his neck as his
master’s private groom too iiiii by the
bridle. The curtain parted; there was
glimpse of 10,000 faces tlirougli the
opening; tlie band played even more
wildly than before, and the gray horse,
followed by his world-famed rider, dash
ed away into the ring amid a roar of
applause.
But at last the act was over. Mr..
Melville had turned several sumersauICs
and performed a variety of pirouettes in
mid-air, had leaped from tlie ground to
his horse’s back without turning a hair,
and all tlie time the band was blaring
itself horse, the ring-master’s whip was
snapping fiercely,' and the crowd was
giving off spontaneous bursts of ai>- ::
plause thal'Swetfrtf'jip loudly aniTtlien' #
•..rwl A«
NEWS IN BRIEF.
—Denver is overrun with gamblers.
—There are 308 G. A. R. Posts in 5
New York.
—Lyons, Iowa, has a match factory-
that turns out over 200 gross pef day.
—Swimming-liatlis that are keptopeu
all night, are largely patronized in New *
York. »
—Twenty billion wooden hoops are
used annually in this country for bar- '
rels only,
—There is stored in tlie tanks of the
oil regions over 34,000,000 barrels of
petroleum.
—New Orleans is now averaging a
lower mortality rale than that of New .
York.
—Judge Blatchford, of the Supreme
l/Ourt, has a hobby of collecting ealen- ‘
dars of all kinds.
—A Jadkson county, Georgia, man
claims to he the father of forty-rtwo
children. ;
—Bread made with sea water is said
ittiave remarkable medicinal and cura
tive effects.
-A trestle bridge on the Northern
Facific Railroad, near Missoula. M. T
is 300 feet hijrh and 2400 feet long.
In order to make Ins children’s go
verness his wife, Prince Alexander, of
Wittgenstein, has renounced his rank.
—A Rochester dentist has construct
ed a pyramid formed of 4,800 teeth, ail
removed from the jaws of suffering
humanity. •’ ” -
—Tlie State geologist! of Pennsyl
vania declare that tlie present supply
of petroleum will beexnausted inabont
three years.
—Harvard college lias conferred the
degree of LL. D. upou every governor
of Massachusetts since 1800 with tlie
exception of Governor Butler.
—Earl is the oldest English title, and
was the highest until Edward HI. cre
ated dukes and Richard II. marquesses,
both of whom outrank earls.
died away like waves on tlie strand As
his horse dashed hack into thedressing-
njom he followed slowly in the heavy
shoes tnat circus people wear to save
their sandals, and retired to his dress
ing-room a little tired and perspiring.
“Well, that ends my work,” said lie
until 9 o’clock this evening. Fifteen
minutes in the afternoon and fifteen York State for the first week in July
more in tlie evening—that’s my day’s wm!72j612 tons, showjng an increase
snnu-o — | An explorer among the Pacific Island
tbs nri<*A tI* 6 on y ’ 111 group of New-Britain describes as fol-
1 ,l b.ow l ows the making of a stone implement,
pnee
three storevhiwlf cnni. W0 ire I from whicfl weiuay infer how much la-
reduction lhe*<^!li^nH^o^f t t 1 | 0Ut i* 1 ^ h 01 went t0 the manufacture of the
waiiIiI iiavo 6 P flce « f celts and stone axes found in prodigious
Tri-se lots - ab0ut * 1 ’ 350 - numbers in many parts of the world,
K^mnlei^ ^ The native takes T piece of granite.
(KB at least ^ stan( * me m which he places in a slow fire of cocoa-
vr„ - , 0 „ , nut shells, which give an immense-heat,
Piston, an 5 °, n tbe and allows it to become red hot. lie
ufttpil nn a<1 J iU ?t a 8 eo V® 1 y Slt - then, by the aid of a split bamboo, in
li#« mlh ^ a *thougli many the place of tongs; removes it from the
inp-It dp-ii i,f,rtL < !? nVe f Ue ?n’ bav ® sol<J a fire and begins to drop water on it. drop
Twelve eenia 1 ^f 111 J 31 *. tbese at by drop, each drop falling exactly on
cents tlie square foot only. the same place. That portion of the
-Square 634 is bounded on the south stone on which the water falls begins to
b; B street, on tlie west by New Jersey crack and fly off, until the heat is gone
avenue, on tlie north by O street, and out of the stone. He then repeats the
on the east by North Capitol street. I operation until an irregular hole is torm-
7he two lots which Washington refer- ed through the centre. He then fixes a
Ed to were lot 16, fronting fifty-four stick through it and takes it to a place
feet on North Capitol street, and part where there is a large granite rock in
cf lots 6 and 7, having about the same which is a deut like a small basin. He
frontage on New Jersey avenue. The I hits the stone on the rock until all the
first lot was purchased by Washington rough comers are knocked off and it is
from Daniel Carroll, but there is no I worn fairly round; then takes the end
teed of the sale on record. In the of- of the stick and pressing the stone down
fee of tlie District commissioners, how-1 into the hollow of the rock makes the
tver, there is proof of tlie purchase, stick revolve rapidly between li is hands,
YVashington’s heirs sold it to David I weighting it with other stones fastened
English and W. S. Nichols, and in I to the top of his stick, until that side of
course of time it was purchased by I the stone is worn perfectly round and
Admiral Wilkes. It is now owned by smooth. He then shifts the other side
the National Savings’ bank. It is the!of the stone downward and works at
Si?- P^ netra te Oiat fringe, site of the Hillman house, a building f that until both are smooth and even,
riie^iois^mvhav^scentwI^volfnr'i^iT 1 ori S inall y by Washington and oc-1 choosing a handle of tough wood about
me Horse may have scented wolf orgriz- cupied by him as a residence. It is now 14 feet long, on to which helixes the stone
■“Forward!” assessed at $9,000. The property on with gum from the bread-fruit tree, leav-
No man knows what dancer lurks in J ? r3ey ? ven " e 1)38 bee® subdivid- ing about four inches protrading at one
.»,»a „ rM , ,’jsr:
and M. Kammerer, trustees of E. H.
lny and disgrace; to ride forward is—
wait! There is no air stirring in the
valley. Every limb and bough is as
still as if made of, iron. There is a
silence which weighs like a heavy bur
den, and the harsh note of hawk or
buzzard would be a relief.
Here is the bend, The valley con
tinues as before—no wider—no narrow
er—level .and unbroken. The wild
horse was out of sight long ago, and the
six troopers see nothing but tlie greer.
grass as their eyes sweep the valley
from side to side.
“Turn the bend and ride down the
valley for a mile or so and keep your
eyes open to discover any pass leading
out.”
“Halt!’”
It is more than a mile beyond the
bend. No pass has been discovered.
No signs of a trail have beon picked up
The sergeant has raised himself up for
a long and careful scrutiny, when an
exclamation causes him to turn his face
up the valley. Out from the fringe
ride the demons who have been lurking
there to drink blood. Five—ten—
twenty—fifty—the line has no end. It
stretches clear across the valley before
paint face the grim-old sergeant and his
five troopers. - *■
“ Into line- -right dress I”
It is the sergeant who whispers the
J
t The most popular Song of the day by
Leutner, having a total assessed value long odds is, “Only a Pansy Blossom,”
of $4,000. The lot oh the Eastern Its popularity is phenomenal, judged
branch cannot be located. | from the standpoints of both tlie music
trade and public favor. More than 60,-
A Queer Tree. 1000 copies of the "Pansy Blossom” have
— „ . ~~ ' , . I already been sold, and it is a little over
The queerest of trees must be the | a year old—a long age, by the way, for
ft grows to I songs of its class. You hear it every-
tne height of forty feet, ‘but its girth where that music exists, which is wlier-
is entirely outof proportion to its height, I ever men are collected. It is sung by
s? 1116 ,*??*® thirty feet in diameter, high and low, in city and hamlet, with
I; JL? f m •M nc f *s> then, more I accompanients from the pretentious or-
“■fs f ore ?t Hian a single tree. Their I chestra to the simple accordion that
age w incalculable. Humboldt consul- whiles away the hour of halt around the
era them as *016 oldest living organic camp-fires of the West. The best proof
monuments of our planet.” Some Q f its popularity, however, is inthe imi-
frees are believed to be oOOO years old. tations of it which have sprung up, and
xoucan cut a good-sized room into the I which all float easily on the waves of its
trunk of a baobab, with comfortable j success. Some of these liave queer
accomodations for thirty men, and the Lames. How does “Only a Tansy Blos-
tree lives on and flourishes. It produces I sdm” strike you, for instance? If he is
a fruit about a foot long, which is edi- successful, the song writer can liardly
ble. As an example of slow growth in complain of his profits. He receives a
England, a .baobab at Kew, though liberal royalty—KI per cent., usually—
more -ban eighty years old, has only at-1 and, besides, his reputation is made,
fou f * nd .*Ef h ^* Bet * and attention to bis future efforts
r: , to th* African thereby secured. . Howard, tbe cornpos-
.. . -j-*. - 2 baobab £rows In Australia .They have I er of the Pansy Blossom, will makepro-
r 7*®“ “ 6lC ® 9 *** h « h - bably from $15,006 to $20,0UOout of his
to the right and 200 Indians in war with a girth of eighty-five feet. immu and if there are any others who
work. But it took me seventeen years
to learn it, and I don’t half know it yet.
It may look easy, but it isn’t learned in
a minute, let me assure you of that.”
“Is it very hard to learn?” asked the
reporter.
‘Yes, very; and some people can
never learn it. It takes a certain
knack or grace, or whatever you may
call it. Now, there’s my brother
George—there he goes again out into
the ring—lie’s a capital rider as far as
the mere riding goes, but lie lias not
the build, or the presence, if you choose
to call it so, that is necessary for a man
to have if he is going to be great in the
business. George is more on the comic
order. Just watch that gait of his.
There, there; look at that strut. Isn’t
that capital? He’s one of the very best
clowns in the circus business, I think.”
The brother George, concerning whom
these comments jrere passed, was just
then fleeing before the ringmaster’s
lash. He was dressed in black, with
white over-gaitera, white gloves and a
red wig. He was pigeon toed and
kneck-kneed, and altogether disjointed,
and the audience laughed at his antics
immoderately.
“How in the world,” asked tlie re
porter, turning to tlie bare-back rider
again, “did yon ever get into tliis busi
ness?”
“Get into? Why, man, I didn’t get
into it. I was born in it. My father
was one of the best riders of liis day.
My mother was a rider, too, and my
mother’s mother was in the show busi-
Tliere are 25 copper furnaces’ in
Tennessee, which turn out an annual
yield of 2,600,000 pounds of copper.
—Hamilton Disston, of Philadelphia,
is the largest taxpayer in the famous
Orange couuty, Florida. He owns
170,000 acres.
Miss Jessie Buckner, wiio was un
pleasantly associated in tiie Tnompsoa-
Davis tragedy at Uarrodsburg, Ky.,
will soon sail for Europe.
r — J ay Gould lias ■.very large siable .
full of fast horses, his favorite being a‘
pony-built horse with a 2:23 record* blit'
he does not appear od the turf.
Twenty-live cents fare is charged ■
on the street car line running bjtweia
Billings and CuuLson, Montana but
the rider is entitled to tsgo glasses of
beer at Coulson.
—Governor Cleveland is enjoyin'* his
vacation at his home in Buffalo. He is
said to be very fond of fishing, and has
become badly sunburned in the prose
cution of his favorite sport.
—Massachusetts possesses more than s
half of the 1,957 shoe factories in the
of boots and shoes annually produced.
—The coal deposits of Porteau
Mountains, west of Waldron, Ark, as
well as the timber and agricultural
lands throughout Scott County, are at
tracting the attention of capitalists.
■The tonnage on the canals m New
t »wut* - , ° — increase
of 29,041 tons over last year. The ship
ments of wheat have increased 247 900
bushels, of corn 230,000 bushels and
of rye 96,000 bushels.
—Among tlie instances of private
war in the Middle Ages, it is related
that in the fifteenth century a cook of
Eppenstoin—a sheep of his having been
killed by Count Von Solms. and the
value not being paid—sent,' with the
scullions, a formal challenge of war to
the nobleman.
-The new railroad bridge over Ni
agara River is to be about 30J feet
above tlie present suspension bridge
and completed by December next, ei-Oit
months from the time of beginning. It
will embody a principle never before il
lustrated by any large work.
—The site ot tlie famous old Cock
lavern, in Fleet street, .London, was
recently leased for a term of eighty
years at public sale for irKlJO a year
The property covers an area of 24dj
feet, with a frontage of about 19 au l a
depth of 130 feet.
ness long years ago in Austraiiia, in the
days when every circus had its after
piece or play. I was a cripple in my
hnvhnnri We lived for a time in Chili
—It is estimated- that the melon crop I easily find plenty of music publishers step -or- the rider, but simply knock
this yew in Georgia will reach 7;500,000 wbd will hive them tbe chance to
melons and aefl for $1,606,000. (try it.
boyhood.
South America, after leaving Australia!
There they have a sort of iron basket
full of Coals which they set in the centre
of the room to warm it. One day,
when quite young, I fell backward into
one of these baskets, aud the result was
a severe bum, from which my spine was
affected so that I was qnite drawn out
of shape. My chin was drawn on to
my breast in an unnatural way, and, on
the suggestion of a friend, my father
thought to cure me by teaching me to
perform. I began when about ten
years old. and it was two years after
before I appeared in public. I went
through the regular course of training
the first part ol which is to learn to
dance and tumble. It is absolutely
necessary for a bareback rider to be a
good dancer aud a good tumbler. First
of all, though, tlie most important thing
to learn is to strike on one’s feet. It
doesn’t matter which side up a man is,
if he can inly touch liis toes lie’s all
right.”
Well, isn’t there great danger of
some times falling under the homes?”
“Hot as much danger in that as there
looks to be, particularly if your horse
lias common sense. The greatest dang
er is when there are a number of horses
But even then, many a time in tact,
when I have been riding four horses, 1
have fallen under their heels and been
all nixed up beneath them so that
everybody thought I must be killed,
and then came out without a scratch
on my body. The trick consist in sim
ply rolling right up in a ball, and if the
109b to parallel his sncceai they can horses are well trained they will not
against him until he rolls out to one
side and gets on his feet again. ”
—A blind girl was one of the gradu
ates of the Portland (Me.) High School
class recently, and was one of the best
scholara in the class, in which she stood
.«o. .1 for four years.
“J he English navy has at Dresent
ol ships of all classes, including, those
o?- ,??? 3t „ detence ’ with a tonnage of
* / ran ce, taking tlie estimates
has m her navy 33 ships, of
219,000 tons. ’
—Among the items in the estimate
of expenses fqr tlie Duke of Edinburg’s
special mission to Moscow was one of
$5UU0 “for gratuities.” The civiliza
tion over there appears to have soma
points of similarity to our owal
—A vein ot manganese, which is sal-
dom found in this country outside of
v errnont, was a sh >rt time ago struck
at a depth of 53 feet beneath the surface
of a property iu Berks county, tfiat was
being worked as an iron ore mi™.
- -It is said that a chemist in Italy
has perfected a process by which wine
can be condensed and hardened and
that another chemist at Marseilles has
successfully done the same with brandy
so that veritable “nips” can be carried
about in the vest pocket.
—In Rome a small Egyptian obelisk
has been discovered iu an excavation
behind the Church of Santa Maria sopra
Minerva, near tlie site of the Temple of
Isis and Serapis. It lies at a depth of
lifteea feet, and is in good preservation
A sphinx m basalt was found, also’
with a cartouch on the breast. ’
—During the royal opera season in
Berlin, beginning last August and clos
ing In June, there were 236 onera*
sung. From among the comDoseni
Richard Wagner leads with 32 Mozart
follows with 21, Meyerbeer with 18
Lortzing with 18, Bizet with 17, Weber
operas!*’ ***** •^ nber each with jj
—The development of American agri
culture u unequaied in the history
any other nation, The wheat acraww
of the United 8rates baaincreased I fVmm
lSfil^andthe 183 *“ 1871 to ^i 000 ,000in
1881. and the com acreage during the
same period from 33,090.000 a/iL,
64,000,000. Cotton has doubled the
cr °P being 3,000,000
against 6,600,000 inI88i.
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