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The Chimes.
, Stop thief!
The old year goes
O'er the drifted snows,
And the gray old year hath brought me
grief.
He hath stolen tho bud and the dancing leaf,
And the dear little robin that used to sing
At, my window-sill in tho balmy spring,
And the rapturous kisses my lover gave.
He hath hidden him, too, in a narrow gn»e
Deep down from the light of the broad, blue
sky,
And so through die rush of my tears I cry :
“Stop thief!”
As the old year goes
O’er the drifted snows,
For the gray old year hath brought me grief.
All hail!
• The new year comes
With the beat of drums,
And clangor of bells in the wihdy vale.
He bringeth the song of the nightingale ;
And what if his robe is fringed with snow,
Tho April buds on his bosom blow.
Ho sendeth a new love unto me
From an ancient country across the sea,
And far to the South we will sail away
Through the purple dusk of a perfumed May.
All hail!
The new year comes
With the beat of drums,
And music of bells in the wintry vale.
—Minnie Irving.
THE BRIDE’S ROSES.
This grand and ancient temple, which
Was built in tho far-gone days of tho
old British regime iu America, stands
amid the low-lying hills that encircle
the swift-flowing 11 ppahanncck, with
the spires of Fredericksburg shining in
the distance, and the everlasting pines,
for which Virginia is so noied, standing
in thick files on either hand.
Centuries upon centuries have ex¬
pended their stonns upon the massive
walls, and yet they stand, mute but
most eloquent monuments of the
strength and durability of old-time
architecture.
’ One can even yet discover some traces
of the old altar-stoner aud the tablets
whereon the names of the dead and
gone vestrymen are recorded, and the
pew once occupied by Washington and
his relatives is stili reverently pointed
out to every sight-seer who turns out oi
the beaten thoroughfare of travel to
have a look at tills sacrc l and venerable
pile.
“But tlie bride’s rose, have you seen
that? ’ questioned tho guide as we were
making our way out over the crumbling
heaps of morlar.
“The bride’s rose? Why no, wliat is
it?”
Our guide was a woman—a gray aud
gaunt old creature, who lives in a littie
hut neaT at hand and earns an honest
penny now and then by showing travel¬
ers over tho ruins of old Potomac
Church.
She turned back on the instant,
shaking her gray head slowly from side
to side.
“Ah, you must see the bride’s rose,’’
she said; “come along!”
Wc followed her back over heaps of
debris, under (he crumbling arches of
tho old English temple—bats and gliost
moths hurtling in our very eyes, and
ths hush of the falling twilight al;
about us. Through the main aisle, out
at the great arched door, down the fall¬
en steps into a little court-yard.
The old woman stooped down and
parted the rank, luxuriant growth tiiat
covered the ruins at our feet.
“There it is,” she said; “lookI”
Wc stooped down, and looking
closely, saw amid the rank grass a great
cluster of scarlet roses. The shrub
upon which they bloomed seemed to be
small and stunted in its growth; but the
flowers were a marvel of perfect loveli¬
ness—so large, so fino, so delicate in
tint and texture, more like the culti¬
vated bloom of a hot-house than the
wild grow.h of the fields.
“Stop! You wouldn’t touch’em I"
cried the old woman in utter horror, as
we put out our hand to pull one of tho
perfect flowers, ‘Don’t, for pity’s
sake! It is tho bride’s rose, rod with
blood; and presently the bride herself
will come, as is her wont every night,
and gather them, and every morning
they bloom again afresh. D.m’t touch
’em!”
Wc drew back with an involuntary
shudder, and the old woman rose to her
feet, letting tho rank grasses close
around the blool-rcd blossoms.
“Come,” she said, in a sort of awed
whisper, “you’ve seen the roses; lot's
be going. The dark will be upon us—
and the bride walks at dark! We
mustn't be here when she comes! Hark
—that’s her voice now! Don’t you hear?
She always conies a singing, so that her
lover may know when to meet her.
Don’t youhear?”
With her skeleton finger uplifted and
her hollow gaze fixed on mine, the old
creature stood and listened. A faint,
sweet ruuimur that might have bean the
echo cf distant song, or the pulsing of
the summer air, thrilled the twilight si-
lenco.
“Don’t you he a:?" the fried, iu tcr-
ro:*. ‘ Come awayi '
And, half in awe mysef, as I looked
'Pin ^ ENTER _ _Y__ _ “RISE.
i ±i ij »
back at the gray rui ns, over which the
summer darkness was falling, I fol¬
lowed her across the green copse,
through tho moaning pine ridges and
up the low doorway of her little hut.
There was a light withiu, and we could
see her daughter busy preparing our
evening meal.
The old woman sat down upon tho
stone sill, and wiped tho perspiration
from her brow.
‘•We’ve run a risk,” she said; “if
we’d ha’ lingered another half hour,
’twould ha' been tho last o’ us. No
one ever lives as once sees the bride.
Ono man was foolhardy enough to try
it long ago; ho waited and watched to
see her come, and he was no’er heard
of again.”
“She must be a terrible bride, then,’
I answered, sitting down beside her;
“won’t you tell mo about her? Tell
me the story from beginning to end.
There is a story, isn’t there?”
“Oh, yes; I’ve told it hundreds of
times in my day. Listen, and you
shall hoar it. It all happened centuries
ago, when the old church yonder was
being built.”
Then she continued : 1 ‘A great gen¬
tleman coma across the sea from Eng¬
land—Lord Cu'.ross by name. Ho
lived in a great house down among the
hills below there, and had no end o’
servants,* and dishes o’ gold and silver
to eat out of, and fine carriages to ride
in; and his daughter was the grandest
lady in the whole country, and the
handsomest. She had a skin like the
snow, and cheeks like primroses, and
eyes like stars, and she wore gowns o’
the finest silk ever worn.
“Well, Lord Culross meant to marry
her to some great man who was to come
across from England; but the Lady
Diana—that was her name—what should
she do but fall in love with the head
architect, who was a-building tho old
church down yonder.
“He was a fine young fellow, but he
come o’ the people and wasn’tover rich,
and ho daren’t show himself at Lord
Culross’s great house; so every evening
at twilight tho Lady Diana she comes
down to the church to meet him, and
they walks up and down—talking o’
their love, till the midnight stais were
a-shining overhead.
“Lord Culross knows nothing about
it, and he sends to England for the fine
gentleman to come over and marry his
daughter. And he comes, and puts a
glittering ring on Lily Diana’s finger,
and the wedding day is fixed and the
wedding finery a-making up—white
silks and satins and laces, such as never
was seen afore under the sun.
“And Lady Diana is afraid to say a
word, but she goes on a-meeting her
lover. Every evening at twilight she
goe3 Awa to the church; and if he isn’t
there the falls to singing in her soft^
sweet voice, and he hears her, and
come«, and they walk up and down to¬
gether.
“But at ia3t the wedding-day comes,
and the wedding feast is cooked, and
all the grand wedding guests invited.
And the wedding finery is all in readi-
uess, and Lord Culross commands bis
daughter to get ready for her marriage.
And she dare not disobey or open her
mouth to tell him a word about the man
she loves. So she sits white and still,
like a ghost, while they robe her in the
white silks and laces, and jewels, and
then they lea l her down the greit stair-
care, and put her ii the carriage, and
the grand wedding party drives down
to tin new church. They are to be
married there—the very first marriage
before the new altar.
“Agroom gallops ahead, to bid tho
heal architect to have the bells in
readiness to ring for the wedding, and
he goes up on the dizzy steeple in a
great hurry, to see for himself that all
is right. Ha has heard nothing of the
marriage, and has no dream that Lady
Culross is to be the bride.
‘ But presently he looks down, just
as the grand party comes dashing up;
and he sees Lady Diana come walking
up to the steps, all in her whito silks
and laces, with her white veil flowing
to her feet, and she a-leaniug on the
arm of the fino English gentleman, and
all in a minute it fl ishe3 through his
mind what is going to be—that Lady
Diana has played him false, and has
come to church to be another man’s
bride.
“He grows blind and sick, and reels
where he stands, and presently he falls
headlong down from the dizzy steeple.
He strikes the flagstones in the court¬
yard, right at Lady Diana’s feet, as she
comes sweeping up oa her bridegroom’s
arm.
“She sees him, and knows him, and
falls on her knees beside him, with au
awful cry. The blood stains her while
marriage robes, and the white roses in
her hair fall out, and lie dabbled in a
pool of red blood.
“They raise her up, and carry her
( ff, but the wedding does not go on,
!< r the poor lady lies in a swoon, and
at night she dies, a-calling on her
'lead lover’s name.
CARNESVILLE, GA., MONDAY, JANUARY 20.1890.
‘•Tho next day, whoa the man coma
to wash away the blood-stains from the
Sag-stones where tho poor architect fell,
they find that Lady D.ana’s bridal roses
hftva taken root, and are growing be¬
twixt the flag-stonos in tho court-yard,
and instead of boiug white, they are
blood ro 1.
“That’s the story of the bride’s roses.
Aud for hundreds and hundreds oi
years they have grown and bloomed ir.
that same spot; and every night, at
surely as tho dark falls, the poor,
broken-heartod lady conies a-singing,
with her white laces, and her long mar¬
riage veil a-trailing and rustling, and
she stoops down aud gathers tho re I
roses; but when the next morning
comes they are blooming again as fresh
as ever, Winter or Summer, the bride’s
roses never fui 1 .
“They are emblems of her love.”
A Dollhouse that Cost $1500.
The Chicago Timet describes tho
costliest dollhouse in tho world: It
was erected by Tiiomas Lynch, Jr., for
his little four-year-old daughter, at a
cost of $3500, an 1 is as complete as the
wildest juvenile dream could wish it to
bo. It is built of brick, with a tower
and cupola like an ancient castle, and
looks for all tho world liko a reproduc¬
tion of the great modern rcsidonco of
sotne millionaire. It has a little flight
of steps leading up to the solid oak
front door, and an electric pushbell lor
the convenienea of the baby visitors of
the happy mistress of the house.
On this door, which, by the way, is
four feet high, is tho name of the pro¬
prietor on a silver slate, “Miss Loiln
Lynch." There is a hallway lighted by
a miniature gas lamp suspended from
the ceiling, and it is finished in the
choicest of hard woods. Thcro are
umbrella and hat racks of appropriate
dimensions. Elegant draperies cover
the parlor doors, and the parlor is fitted
up in grand style. The furniture is all
of white enameled wood, covered with
white brocaded silk. There is nn ele¬
gant mantel filled with bric-a-brac of
the choicest kind, and little lamps of
the rarest patterns. A beautiful
chandelier furnished with real gas hangs
from the centre of the room. Centre
tables, divans, easy chairs, sofas, etc.,
fill up the apartment. Dolls from Paris
occupy positions here and there, just
like real people.
Then there is a dining-room furnished
complete, with sideboards, china clos¬
ets, etc., of rich design. The bedroom
is a marvel of beauty, and is replete
with all conveniences. The ceiling in
every room is 6 feet 2 inches high, and
the upper stories are just big enough
for four-year-olds to move about com¬
fortably.
“The only tiling I have to live for,”
said Mr. Lynch, “is the happiness of
my wife and children. That is why ]
built this house.”
Au Ornithological Tragedy.
“Some young fellows,” said General
George A. Sheridan, “were telling sto¬
ries and having a hilarious time. An
old gentleman sat a little apart and
seemed unable to join in their merri¬
ment. He was rallied on his morose¬
ness aud requested to tell a story.
t ( ‘I don’t know any stories in your
vein, my young friend, 1 said lie, ‘but I
will relate a little incident with amoral.
There was once a little bird. He had
down about ail one long cold day trying
to find something to eat. B.it his search
had been a complete failure, and late in
the afternoon he flew homo, weak and
disconsolate, and climbed feebly on to
his perch, about ready to drop w th fa¬
tigue and hunger. Hi was nearly ready
to drop when be dotteted a dead sheep
which Provi lenee had placed over in
the bushes. He climbed down from
his perch, hopped over and managed to
climb up on the sheep. There he
pecked and pocked and pecked away
until his little craw war filled with nu¬
tritious, if un-avory, food. Then he
felt much better. He fl ipped his wings
aud hopped nimbly about and finally
flew back to his perch. Then his little
throat swelled with gratitude, and lie
sang all the songs he knew and tried to
sing several he didn't know, when a
hunter came along, and, hearing the
ittle bird, levelled bis gun and shot
him. ’
“The old gentleman seomed to have
finished his story. ‘But tho moral.
What is the moral?’ asked tho young
men.
4 4 ‘The moral, my young friends, is:
If you will eat carrion, don’t crow over
it.’”
Looking Ahead
Mrs. Gabb (hostess)—Your little son
doesn’t appear to have much appetite.
Mrs. G.idd—No, he is quite deli¬
cate.
Mrs. Gabb Can’t you think of any-
thing you woul l like, my iittle man?
Little Mm—-No, m. You see, mom
made me eat a hull lot before v/e started,
so I woulda t make a pig of myself. —-
A r «w Tori \\eeJy.
WHAT A “LOOKER” IS.
The Name by Which Salesgirls
Know Some Shoppers.
They Make a Deal of Trouble
and Seldom Buy Anything.
“Here comes a looker," sail one
New York saleswoman to another so
loudly that her remark was overheard
by a Daily News reporter, who was
standing at a counter near by.
‘•Yes,” said tho person addressed,
“and she’s got a beau with her, too.”
“Maybe she will buy something,
then, just to show her young mau what
an economical shopper she is,” said the
first speaker.
Tho young lady who was evidently
meant by tho sale3-girts was fine-look¬
ing, neatly dressed, and, as far as ap¬
pearance went, was certainly unobjec¬
tionable. 8 ), with some curiosity, tho
reporter asked the pretty girl waiting
on him what was meant by calling that
young lady a “looker.”
“Why, don’t you know?” said she,
smiling. “How green you men are
about shopping I Every woman knows
that a ‘looker’ is a woman who simply
looks at goods, doesn’t expect to buy
any, puts you to all the trouble site can,
asks you to cut off a. sample and then
say s she will call in again to-morrow.
And so she doos, to bothor some ono
else.
“A ‘looker, 11> continued the sales-
girl loquaciously, “is usually to bo
found frequenting tho largo dry goods
stores. Her visit is timed to that por¬
tion of tho day when you are most busy
and desirous of making your sales as
largo as possible in order to staud in
well with the ‘powersihat be.’
“Then in comes a" looker and wants
to bo shown the goods at once. How
we hate her. Oh,” sai l the girl im¬
pulsively to tho reporter, “if we only
dared talk to her as she deserved
wouldn’t she just catch it, though.”
At this thought the shop girl’s eyes
fairly danced ns if in anticipation of
how she would get square for onco and
for all with tho troublesome lookers if
she had but hall a chance given her.
“The lookor,” resumed the girl, “is
generally making a crazy quilt, or
something or other, aud belongs to the
same class of young women who go
around bothering youug men for their
neckties, aud who feel deeply aggrieved
if they don’t instantly promise them
their very best ties before they have
done wearing them.
“Sho comes here for samples of silks
and dress goods. ‘Mamma wanted a
sample and couldn’t come out herself.’
Or ‘papa wanted to see what the goods
would look like before I ordered the
dress,’ and so on. Finally we hit upon
a scheme that put an end to the looker’s
using our samples of goods for fancy
word. We cut the sample as narrow as
possible and then clip a little piece out
of tlie centre of the same, telling the
looker when she says, 'Oil, what did
you do that for? that we were only
cutting our trade-mark! into the goods
in order that she mjight know from
what store she procured them. That
generally has the desired effect and
gives tlie looker to understand that wc
are perfectly aware of what she wants
the samples for, aud don’t intend to let
any one make crazy quilts at our ex¬
pense. looker
“Another spicier of is one
who comes from a well-to-do family,
and lias nothing to do but kill time.
Sho is not intellectual enough to read.
It makes her head ache. ‘Calling is a
bore,’ sho yawns, and then rile ‘gtesses’
sho will go shopping. She expects us
to be pleasant and affable and so oblig¬
ing. ‘Show me this.’ ‘Now, show me
that.’ Everything must be hauled out
for her inspection. ‘Rarely she buys;
makes us provoked, cross, angry and
mad, until we wish that the whole tribe
of ‘lookers’ could be turned, like Lot’s
wife, inlo a pillar of salt, and wo could
turn tho hose on it and put an end to
her forever.”
Silver Prayer Books.
The average New York man, espe¬
cially the one who docs not attend ser¬
vices iu a fashionable Episcopal church,
has been taught something that he
never knew beforo by the General Epis¬
copal convention that was held in New
York city recently. But unless ho is
blessed with riches, his new-found in¬
formation will avail him nothiug but
regret. In the show windows of the
large manufacturing silversmiths during
the entire session 7 ’ %f the convention
there were displayed a dazzling collec¬
tion of prayer books and hymnals bound
in part or wholly in solid silver, quaint¬
ly fashioned and exceedingly rich i:i
design. , .
The best known manufacturer of this
line 0 f goods exhibited his wares to a
correspondent of tho Indianapolis Arias
tij 8 other morning and explained the
growth of this peculiar-industry.
i‘We first began binding prayer books
in silver," ho said, “about five years
ago. Siuco then wo have sold many
thousands of volumes. Wo buy the
books from English firms. They are
remarkably strongly bound in louthcr,
handsomely printed and finely finished.
Then we mount them in metal. Here,”
he adtled, producing a prayer book and
hymnal bouud together by a cover of
solid silver with a floral dosigu of gold
in bas relief, “is a pretty trifle that
costs $200. Rather hoavy, it weighs
over a pound, but it is neat and very
fashionable. No, wo have not sold
many of this style, but of those that
run from forty to seventy-five dollars
we have had a largo trndo. W o have a
larger stylo that weighs two pouuds,
and is u marvel of skilful work, but we
have not sold six copies in two years.
It is too heavy for practical use, but it
makes a beautiful parlor ornament. The
tittle prayer books that come in leather
with silver corners and edge), fetch
from twolve to fifty dollars, and have
had a great run, both iu aud out of
town.”
“What will you do with your old
stock now that the convention has made
some changes in the text?”
'‘Those that are bound in leather and
silver will not bo changod save by tho
introduction of a single loaf noting the
convention's changes. But those that
are bound wholly in silver are all right.
The books can bo slipped out of tho
silver covers and replaced by new edi¬
tions at a trifling cost, comparatively
speaking. It is now too late to mnko
now stock for this winter’s trade. Wo
will manage to got along with those wo
have in stock, and next year wo will
come out with now books in nowor and
more elegant bindings than have over
been seen.’’
Longfellow’s Memory.
About 1856 an E iglish man of letters,
Mr. Kingston, "visited this country.
While in Boston ho took occasion to
call upon tho poet Longfellow with
letters introductory from mutual ac¬
quaintances in England. As he de¬
scribes tho interview in his “Western
Wanderings” it must havo been very
gratifying to tho visitor.
“Wo were soon discussing books and
writers of books, tho leading spirits of
otir two great countries. After talking
for a few minutes he stopped short and
said: ‘I am certain of it; wo have
met before—many years ago, though.’
( i ‘When can that have been? I must
own that I have no recollection of your
countenance; but then, from being
near-sighted, countenances do not make
much impression on mo,’ I replied.
“ ‘Did you not cross from Ostead to
London one night in September, 1842?
And did you not spend the first part o(
it on deck, as the cabin was crowded?’
he asked.
“ ‘1 am pretty curtain that I did,
undoubtedly, about that time, and I
think I mads a note in my diary that 3
had met on board a very agreeable
American, with whom I had much con¬
versation, but little thought I who it
was!’ I exclaimed, gratified at being so
recollected.”
Formula for Buying a Horse.
A friend of mine, who is a groenhorn
in the matter of horseflesh, says a writer
in tho Pall Mall Gazette, was anxious
to purchase a horse, but was much
afraid of being taken in. He tried to
persuade an acquaintance experienced
in such, matters to accompany him to
inspect an animal that was on sale at a
horse dealer’s establishment. ‘‘There’s
no occasion,” said tho lattor, “for mo
to accompany you. AH you havo to ds
ir to seem knowing. When you got to
tlie place put your hand* in your pock¬
ets and your stick uider your arm, and
in an off- hand manner say, ‘Groom, run
him down. Now thou, pull him up
and let him walk;' then in a knowing
but doubtful tone, ‘Open his mouth.
What did you say his age was? I think
he’s a little long in the tooth. Sevon
years did you say he was? I should call
him 10 or 11 years old. Oh, he’s a
Very cobby little chap; but I think
you’re asking out of the way. J > ) My
friend found the above an excellent for¬
mula.
A Delicate Palate.
According to the chef of the Grand
Hotel in London, tho French and the
Russians understand the art of eating
better than any other nation. By way
of illustration the chef told this story:
“Bouillibaisse is a famous Marsellaisc
dish of fish, garlic and all manner of
curious ingredients, which you may be
sure is seldom asked for in a London
hotel. One day we had a Russian gen-
ll-rnan among our guests and ho asked
for a dish of bouillibaisse. I made it.
He ate it. ‘Is it right, sir?’ asked the
waiter, ‘ft wauls something.’ In the
Mediterranean is a certain shell fish
which is always used in preparing tho
dish and which I not unnaturally did
hot po X3S3. Not one person in a thou-
; sand would have noticed the difference,
You see, the Russian’* palate repognizod
even the nuances.”
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Sir John Lubbock has just discovered
that tho death rato in London is 16{
per 1000 as against 174 in other En¬
glish cities.
A grocer in Jersey Cily, N. J., had
been compluinod of to the couuty board
of health for selling sunburned pota¬
toes. Tho complaiuant alleged that
such potatoes aro poisonous.
Gen. Lew Wallace, tho author of
“Bou Ilur,” has invoutod a steel rail¬
road cross tic which, if it is as success¬
ful ns tho inventor claims it will bo, will
revolutiouizo railroad construction.
A big ka'oidoscopo which revolves
for sevoial miuuloi for the benefit of
tho person who drops a niikel in ths
slot with which it is provided is tho
latest production in this prolific lino.
Tho oldest medical work, an Egyp¬
tian pnpyun dating from 1500 years or
more beforo Christ, and containing pre¬
scriptions thou old. bus been translated
by George E'ocrs, tho German novelist.
The increase! binding powor of ce¬
ment duo to tho nddition of sugar is
thought to bo due more to mechanical
than chemical causes, as sugar retards
rather thau accelerates the setting of th°
cement.
A further step toward the artificial
production of tho diamond has been
mndo by passing an electric current
through carbon electrodes in a cell con¬
taining lino w’hite sand and electrolyte,
tho wholo being under considerable
pressure.
While all races have a general simi¬
larity in the proportion of the height of
the head to tho wholo body, tho yellow
races have comparatively “h : gh” heals.
Women, moreover, iu all races, other
thing! being equal, havo higher heads
than men.
Expcripjtmts recently made in France
with a view to discovering the vitality
of trichinae show that even when ex¬
posed to a temperature of 20 degrees
to 25 degrees below zero for about two
hours tho little animals become as lively
as ever on a return to normal temper¬
ature.
Fish-meat, according to Professor
Atwater s researches, does not contain
more phosphorus than ordinary butch¬
er’s nient. Tho benofit which brain¬
workers are said to derive from a diet
of fish should therefore be ascribed, not
to the phosphorus, but to the greater di •
gestibility of tho fish.
Aluminum is developing its value in
anothor field of usefulness—the manu¬
facture of ship plate. A plate in which
ten per cent, of it is usod possesses
great strength, will take a high polish,
and is absolutely proof against the
corroding uctioli of sea-water and the
adherence of barnacles, sea grass, and
other similar matter. Gun-barrels made
of this alloy will not rust.
The native Egyptian is an extremely
good subject for surgical operation.
Clot Eey, the founder of modern medi¬
cine in Egypt, has it that “it requires
tut much surgery to kill one Egyptian
as seven Europeans. In the native
hospitals, tho man whese thigh has
been amputated at two o’clock is sitting
up and lively at six. ” Shock is almost
sutirely unknown, un i dread of an im¬
pending operation quito an exception.
Professor G. Frederick Wright, of
Oberlin College, hat a small fiint-ston*
idol, recently brought up by n sand-
pump near Bois'i City, Idaho, from •
depth of 320 feet beneath the surface of
the earth. He and many other scien¬
tists think it is the oldest mark <Jt
human life that lias yet been discovered;
and believe it to bo the work of ths
antediluvian man. It shows its great
age by the peculiar coating of an oxid*
of iron that covers it.
Tlte Murderer in the Jury Box.
During tho assizes at Exeter, Eng¬
land, somo years ago, Sir James D/c»,
chief juitice of tho court of common
pleas, presided at a trial for murder.
The evidence Left no doubt of tho guilt
of the man in the dock. To the great
surprise of the judge and the public, the
jury acquitted him. 8o utterly wrong
appeared tho verdict, that it is said ths
judge called the foreman of tho jury to
his private room to ask him on what
grounds lie had discharged the prisoner.
The foreman said : ‘ ‘I am going to tell
you something which you must not re¬
veal for three davs.’’ The judge assent,
cd to this. ‘‘Well, sir," continued tho
foreman, “I am the man who commit¬
ted the murder. It was not the man
wlio was fried this morning. From
knowiug a 1 the circumstances of the
ease, I pointed out the jury various dis¬
crepancies in tho evidenc?, aul got
them to bring in a verdict of not guilty.
Tomorrow I leave for America, but
make this confession to you iu easo any¬
body else shoul 1 be charged with this
murder.” „
lie was not heard of again. It was
raid by seme that the real murderer got
himself placed on charged the jury with purposely his to
acquit thp man crime.
NO. 3.
Tbe Lighthouse.
High lifted on the island cliff
Its lantern fronts the sea.
And sendeth forth a fine, i traight ray
Of dazzling light to me—
A slender line of shimmering shine
Across night's m/stery.
It is the path set for my eyes
To travel to the light
And warm their darkness in the blaze,
And be made glad and bright.
None other may cat ch just that ray,
Or have the self-same sight.
And yet, a hundred other eyes
Bent on that central blaze,
Find.each its separate, shining path,
Its lino of guiding rays;
And all eyes meet in concord sweet
By all these differing ways.
No voice shall say; “The Light is mine,
All other eyes are dim!”
No hand the glory hold or hide
Which streams to ocean’s rim.
None claim or seize one ray as his
More than belongs to him.
O Light of Truth, which lighteneth alt,
And shineth all abroad,
What favored soul or souls shall say,
“Mine is the only road?”
Eacli hath his own, to him madeknowi
And all lead up to God.
—Nuean Ooolidgt , in Independent
HUMOROUS.
A cereal story—Acknowledging thf
corn.
A tender recollection—The urchin’s
memory of tho time when be was sc
sorely strapped.
Fond Mother—Oh, John, the baby
can walk! Cruol Father—Good I Hs
cau walk the floor with himself at night,
then.
Speaking of the hoped-for rise in tho
American merchant marine, it is in or¬
der to remark that a little smack often
develops into a court-ship.
Mrs. Brown—What prompted that
bold young man to kiss you at the door
last night? Cora—Why, ma, I don’t
think ho needed any prompting.
“My goodness!” said sko. ‘‘That’*
hardly worth mentioning,” said her
spiteful neighbor, iu her spiteful way.
And now they never speak as they pass
by.
Tlie failure of a Philadelphia wool
firm is said to be duo to the fact that
the banks wouldn’t take their paper.
Somo all-wool suits will doubtless be
the result.
‘ ‘Where do all tho pins go?” asks a
contemporary. That isn’t the question
that bothers tho man who patters
around in his bare feet to fix the fire
for the night. What he would like to
know is where ail tho pius come from.
It having been demonstrated that a
fine quality of ducks can be raised
without giving them access to water, it
would now bo interesting to know if a
good breed of hens can be brought up
without allowing them to scratch in a
neighbor’s garden.
Tonsorial Item.—Judge (who is bald-
headed)—if half what t' witnesses
testify against you is true, your con¬
science must be as black as your hair.
Prisoner—If a man’s conscience is
regulated by his hair, then your honor
hasn’t got any conscience at all.
New York’s New Croton Aqueduct.
From an article in tho Century, on
the abovo subject, we quote the follow¬
ing: “Compared with other tunnels,
the now aqueduct is easily at tho head
of all works of a like character in tht
world. The cities of Chicago and
Cleveland aro each supplied with water
through tunnels extending out into a
lake. Tile first Chicago tuunel is 5 feet
iu diameter and 10, 567 feet long. Tho
second tunnel is 7 feet in diameter and
31, 400 feet long. The Cleveland tun¬
nel is only 5 foot in diameter and 6661
feot long. All of these tunnels were
laid in comparalivoly soft materials.
Tho Baltimore water supply includes s
rock tunnel, twelve feet in diameter and
sevou miles long, and is lined with
brick- work for about two miles. The
old It iraan aqueducts were several of
them longer than the Croton Aqueduct,
but they were ait very small, and were
merely masonry conduits a few
feet in diameter. Tne Liver¬
pool water supply is conveyed by an
aqueduct about twico as long
as (be Croton Aqueduct, but it is mainly
a surface aqueduct, theie btiug only a
little tunnel-work. A portion of the
aqueduct is merely a pipe line- The
supply is from a reservoir, formed like
that at Croton or at Sodom, by building
a dam across a narrow gorge in a valley
among the mountains in Wales, The
dam is larger than that at Sodom, being
130 foot high, while that at Sodom is
only 78 feet. Compared with the pro¬
posed dam it will be small, as tho new
dam is to be over 203 feet high, and
will be the highest dam in the world.
The aqueduct tunnel, when compared
with railroad tunnels, is a little smaller
in diameter than the three most famous
tunnels, but is very much longer. The
Hoosae Tunnel is only 24,003 feet long,
the Mount Cenis is 8 anile t. long, and
the St. Gothard 94 mi ei long, while
the new Croton Aqueduct, a? we have
seen, its eettflj 30 miles long."