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She Jdontgomeffi JUonitof.
D. C SUTTON, Editor and Prop’r.
To-Morrow.
Ye Bin? of today with its pleasures and pain,
Ye Binv of today with its sorrow,
But often “today” is a sad-written page.
And to I will sing of to-morrow.
To-day when tho skies are rainy and dark.
Faith and connive we often would borrow,
And bo we looked forward with hope and with
cheer.
And say, “twill te pleasant tomorrow.”
Oh, dreary and sad tin* present would be
I' the future no bright dreams did offer;
If no golden gleams of beauteous dreams
.Shone brilliant from ’morrow’s lair coffer.
You tell me to-morrow never will eoine
With its fulness of joy or of sorrow :
I trust in a world far fairer than this
J may lltidmy lonx-dreamed-of-tomorrow.
I think though its title be changed to to-day.
Even the n by its absence of sorrow
1 shall know in that mystical land lar away
My beautiful vanished to-morrow.
A PIOUS FllAUI).
Twenty years ago there lived a wid
ow lady in the South of France, in a
senside village called Compiogne, near
Marseilles, who had occupied the same
house for half a century, aud was es
teemed as a kind friend to the poor.
For a French lady, she was, conspi
cuously wealthy, having an income of
about eighty thousand francs a year;
and this income she . had enjoyed for
fifty years, to the constant benefit of
the neighborhood in which she lived,
lint the evil day came at last, and this,
too, in her old age, when she lost al
most the whole of her largo property:
some said through the pertidy of her
broker; some, through rash ventures or
speculations; and some, through her
honorable desire t» pay the gambling
debts of a brother who had lost his hon
or as he had lost every in iug else. Bo
the secret what it might —and u was
never cleared up —she was so reduced
as to be practically penniless, haviug
sold even her jewels- {tnd her library,
and keeping nothing but her household
furniture aud effects.
The house that she lived in was not
her own. She rented it from a not too
amiable landlord. This landlord was
as much disliked iu the ueighborhood
as the lady was affectionately esteemed;
and when the time came that the lady
was so impoverished as to he unable
even to pay six months’ rent, the land
lord was perhaps the only man in the
whole neighborhood whoso pity was
shadowed by self-interest. He did not
so much as express sympathy with hi',
old tenant. Though she had paid him
a handsome rental for so long a time
—the villagers said for forty-eight
years—the landlord was a man who
had but one idea of humanity, and that
was to get ,‘iis own ai quarteriJny. \\ o
must not presume to pass censure on
the landlord. These are men, excel
lent men, whose one weakness for
money is such an absorbent of all the
force of their character that they have
no capacity left for appreciating any
thing else, and must be regarded as ir
responsible idiots.
Now it so happened that, about a
mile from the lady’s house, there lived
a gentleman who had grown rich by
picture-fancying. The name of this
gentleman was Mousieur Oration. He
was considered to be one of the heal
judges of pictures, not only in the
neighborhood, but in all France. Hi,
word fixed the value of any painting.
And so wondrous was his gift of dis
crimination that ho had been sent lor
to I‘aris by the Government of his day
to settle rare disputes on art subjects.
It was said of him that he could tell a
Vernet from a Gaspar Poussin by ouo
glance of his type-discerning eye; that,
on one occasion, when, at lirst sight of
a fine picture, he was asked, “Can this
be French or Italian?” he replied in
stantly, “Neither, sir; it is a George
Morland;” and that he had even
turned the jest on some art critics in
/ienna, who had labelled a picture
wrongly to deceive him.
Now this gentleman, who had
amassed a large fortune —some said
five millions of franc* -by his happy
knack of “picking up unsuspected
•jems," was well known to the hard
landlord, and still belter known to the
lady whom 111-fortune had now placed
in the landlord’s power. He had been
deeply grieved to hear of the lady’s re
cent troubles. And he became savage
—downright spiteful —when the news
reached his ears that his lady-friend
was about to be “sold up.”
Without loss of a moment he called
to see the lady. He begged her, most
respectfully, yet most earnestly, to per
mit him to defray the trifling debt.
She could repay him, he suggested, in
a few months or years, if she preferred
a loan, and would decline to accept a
gift; but meanwhile he implored her
not to let so small a sum —not to let so
small a service on his part —stand in
the way of her saving her "household
gods ” The lady was grateful, but ob
durate. If the landlord, she said most
injure anyone, it had best be that per
son who was iiis debtor; and, for her
part, she was not unhappy in the con
templation of at least honorably dis
charging a just debt.
So the worst came to the worst at
the appointed time. All the villagers
were full of sorrow for the kind lady.
Many of them clubbed together, and
tried to raise the full amount, which
was no more than two thousand live
hundred francs; but the lady, when
she heard of it, instantly stopped the
subscription, aDd assured the good vil
lagers that “it was of no importance.”
Indeed, she bore up so serenely under
her sudden change of fortune that she
might be said to be as admirable in ad
versity as she has been in her uses of
o-reat wealth.
The date of the public sale was duly
advertised in the newspapers; and the
huge placards which were posted all
about the village were read with tear
ful eyes by many villagers: ••To be
sgld. J>y auction. 09. the morning es
Tuesday, bepiemner ism, .u cicvcir to
twelve o’clock, the household furniture
and contents of the Villa Antoinette,”
etc., was the announcement which
occasioned grief to a hundred friends,
and which aroused no little resentment
against the landlord.
Accordingly, on a hue morning iu
September, just twenty years ago—iu
1865 —a little crowd was gathered early,
round the Villa Antoinette, and not a
few persons passed within the villa.
Everyone of note, or rather everyone
who had money, was anxious to secure
some souvenir trom the sale. Indeed,
many persons were present, not to buy
anything for themselves, but to “buy
in” what could be bought for the kind
lady. And here it must be meulioued
that the law of France, iu regard to
sales, is more considerate and more
just than in the English law; for it is
not permitted, iu a French sale by auc
tion, to sell one stick more than is re
quired to pay the debt; so that the mo
ment the exact amount is reached, the
auctioneer is obliged to lay down his
hammer. In this particular case, the
exact amouut to be covered was two
thousand seven hundred and titty
francs —the amouut of the debt witu
the expenses —so that it was hoped that
the really valuable furniture, including
not a few raro antiques, aught not, all
of it, be scattered to the winds.
The auctioneer commenced business
at twelve o’clock. By this time most
of the rooms were quite full. There
were present —strange effrontery!—the
landlord of the villa, who smiled his
welcome to inauy a visitor wiio did uot
love him; aud also the distinguished
picture-fancier, Monsieur Gruttou, of
whom mention has been made just
above. The landlord aud picture-tan
cier shook hands. Why not? Hands
meet in this world when hearts are far
apart, just as heads are ofteu uncover
ed by reluctant hands. “Language
was given lo conceal our thoughts,”
and politeness was given us well,
to conceal the degree of disrespect
which we may interiorly entertain for
those we greet. The landlord aud the
picture-fancier lived in the same ueigh
borhood. It was less trouble to he civil
than to be candid.
Yet some versons smiled when they
saw the amiable picturo-faucier ex
changing normal, polite greetings w.Mi
the landlord, it had been whispered
about that “Mousieur Gratton, the
great picture-fancier, had tried to settle
tbis affair out of court,” and had made
overtures to the landlord —which had
net been accepted—for the pacific set
tlement of the debt without a sale. Bo
this as u might, tneiC w 'a» no sign oi
pacification in the fact that the auc
tioneer had arrived; nor in the handing
•bout of printed catalogues of the sale;
nor in the marked “Lots” which
stared everybody in the face. Still,
Monsieur Gratton looked blandly on
the landlord. And there was, perhaps,
more than a touch of irony in the voice
of Monsieur Gratton—who was a cult
ured gentleman as well as a judgo of
pictures—when, saluting the hard land
lord, he said, in his suavest tones,
“Monsieur, jo vous souhaite lo bon
jour.”
And now the picture-fancier moved
about the room—the room in which
the sale was to take place. Naturally,
being a picture-fancier, he would look
at the pictures; and he did look at
them, with a lazy indifference. From
one picture to another picture lie
parsed somewhat quickly, with that
tort of unattractedness which, if ex
pressed in honest language, might be
.ummed up in the comment, “What
tubbish!” He had moved nearly round
the room, with an air of calm con
.empt, casting a glance on this water
tolor, on that oil-painting, when sud
denly bis eye became arrested by some
object which seemed to claim just his
momentary attention; and, standing
opposite a small picture, he felt for his
eye-glass, and then put it ostentatious
ly into his eye. In another minute he
had taken the picture off its stand; ho
bad seated himself leisurely in an arm
c’ air; he was caressing the picture
with an obvious artistic interest; and
the whole room —all who were present
—were observing him.
The auctioneer commenced business
as follows: “Gentlemen, in the order
of the catalogue, the pictures stand
first for your competition. These pic
tures are not, perhaps, by great artists
—that is, not by "artists with great
names —but you will see that they are,
all of them, good pictures. Now, here
we have Lot One. (Monsieur Achilie,
please turn that picture to the light,
and just draw the curtains back from
the windows; I thank you.) Here we
have Lot One, a really capital water
color by that rising young artist, Henri
Durart. What shall we say, gentle
men, for this very pretty picture?”
Aud the picture was knocked down
for twenty francs.
“Lot Two,” proceeded the auction -
eer, swiftly, “is really a fine oil-paint
ing, by Lecroix—a grand picture! fcthall
we say two hundred francs, to begin
with?’’
But sixty francs was all that “the
grand picture” could be flattered iuto
bringing into the treasury.
"Lot Three,” now said the auction
eer, after a short pause, and apparent
ly looking about the room to discover
it. "Ah! I see that Monsieur Gratton
it admiring it! Monsieur Grattou,”
said the now pleased auctioneer, “you
have Lot Three in your lap, and are
caressing it! You will tell us, sir, what
you think of this picture?”
And Monsieur Gratton woke up, as
from a reverie. He seemed to have
been unconscious of the auctioneer. He
immediately banded “Lot Three, to
one of the assistants, and then relapsed
into a calm state of indifference, as
though he had forgotten what had in
terested him.
“Tbis is a small picture by—Ah! the
MT. VERNON, MONTGOMERY CO., GA„ TH URSDA Y, SEPTEMBER 23,188 G.
name is not given,” continfled the auc
tioneer, as though inquiringly. “l’er
i.aps Mousieur Gratton can oblige us
by telling us who was the painter of
this picture?”
But Mousieur Grattou simply shook
his head, negatively, signifying that ho
neither knew nor cared. The auc
tioneer therefore proceeded with the
sale.
“The title of this picture is ‘The
First Streak of Dawn.’ What shall we
say for this clever picture?”
And iio one making a bid, Monsieur
Grattou, the picture-taucier, iu lazy
tones, "Fifty francs.”
"Fifty francs!” echoed the busy auc
tioneer. “Any advance, geutlomeu.ou
t'.io small sum of fifty francs?”
“And the landlord of the villa, who
had been watching Monsieur Gratton,
and had seen that he had been groatly
struck with this little picture, stepped
forward and examined it with care.
Whether tired by admiration, or by
emulation,' or by greed, ho decided that
he would himself make a bid. So, as
no one else spoke, he looked at the
auctioneer, aud said, somewhat hush
fully, “Sixty francs.”
Monsieur Gratton looked nt him quite
surprised. What ou earth could he
know about a picture? After a very
brief pause, and after one look at tho
landlord, he said, with calm confidence,
“Ouo hundred francs.”
A smile then lit the countenances of
many present. And the smile became
broadened iuto a kind of chuckle when
the landlord, as though inspired with
a fine envy, boldly broko out into,
“Two hundred francs.”
Monsieur Gratton looked annoyed,
and uot good-tempered, but very quick
ly responded with, “Three hundred."
“Four," said tho landlord, almost
Immediately.
At this point Monsieur Gratton, who
had not left his arm-chair, rose and
walked quietly to tho auctioneer, utter
ing, however, the two words, “Fivo
hundred,”»as though he inteudod that
bid to be the final one.
"Six hundred,” said tho landlord.
“A thousand francs,” said Monsieur
Gratton, rather peevishly, obviously
bored with the landlord’s interfer
ence.
"Twelve hundred," said the land
lord.
“Fifteen,” said Monsieur Gratton.
“Two thousand francs," cried tho
landlord, while tho people in tho room
began to look at oue another, and to
wonder what this rivalry could por
tend.
“Two thousand live hundred,” said
GrsiiOk, at the same time
taking the notes out of his pocket-book,
and proceeding to count them for a
settlement.
The landlord, feeling his dignity to
bo at stake—at least, that was the ex
terior improssion—with but little hesi
tation, capped this last generous bid
with the still more generous offer of
“Three thousand."
“Ah. well!” said Monsieur Gratton,
shrugging his shoulders, and putting
his pocket-book hack into his pocket.
“I really cannot bid any more.” And
he smilingly wont back to his arm
chair.
“That stops tho sale,” said the auc
tioueer, sha r ply. And a great hubbuL
of talk filled tiie room.
Nor had the salo lasted more than
twenty minutes. The landlord, by his
one bid for the picture, had fully cov
ered his tenant’s debt and the expenses,
so that all that had been sold of tho
good lady’s property were three pic
tures, and not a stick of the furniture.
Nothing could havo been more satis
factory. So the crowd now dispersed,
each one to his own home; and many a
surprise was expressed, and many *
criticism was hazarded,as to the why of
this spasmodic rivalry for the picture.
“Take my word for it,” said one good
villager to another, as they weudo'
their way home through the village
lanes, “Monsieur Gratton, the picture
fancier, knew what he was about when
he offered a good price for that picture.
He never buys a bad picture. If be
offered two thousand five hundrer
francs, that picture is worth at least
six thousand. The landlord has got
hold of a masterpiece, and he knew
that when Monsieur Gratton bid
tegh.”
“D!d you notice,” answered the oth
or, “tiow Monsieur Gratton looked at
the picture? Why, he took the picture
iu his lap, and then he looked at the
back of it, and then he looked into th»
corners, and then he turned the picture
upside down, and then lie took a mag
nilier and seemed to look under the
frame, as though ho would discover
some old writing. Depend upon it,
that picture is a gem. Mon LHeul what
it is to know a thing! Now you or 1
might have passed over that picture
and never thought it worth more that
the rest of them. These savants, as
they call them, are wonderful men.”
And precisely the same range of ideas
was passing through the mind of the
landlord as he carefully wrapped tho
picture in a piece of silk, and then
wrapped it in another soft folding. To
have ontwitted a supreme judge of pic
tures, and to have more than covered
the full amount which was due to him
(for he intended to sell that picture for
its full value), were two satisfactions
which seemed to him to compensate
foe the unpleasantness of “selling up a
widow.”
The following morning the landlord
started early, to make a call upon Mon
sieur Gratton, the picture-fancier. It
was barely ten o’clock when tho land
lord arrived, and he was at once shown
into the presence he desired.
Monsieur Gratton received him very
graciously. Monsieur Gratton talked
briskly, and was unusually voluble—ou
every subject save that of yesterday’s
sale. The more tho landlord tried to
‘.’lead up" to that subject, the more
"SUB DEO FACIO FORTITER.’
did Monsieur Gratton lead away from
it, till at last, utterly daunted in every
effort to “drag it in,” the landlord took
his hat and was departing. But na
ture was too strong to be vanquished.
The landlord had called with ouo par
ticular object, and be could not go
away without succeeding. So, sum
moning all hiscourage.as ho was back
ing out of the room, and as Monsieur
Gratton was suavely bowing his adiuux,
lie said, abruptly—
"Oh! Monsieur Grattou, pray pardon
me for asking you—l know 1 have no
business to do so—but why did you
take a fancy to that little picture?”
“Whv did ltake a faucyto that little
picture?* echoed Mousieur Gratton, as
though surprised; “that little picture!
What little picture? Ah! you mean the
little picture I wanted to buy, but
which you so unkindly took from me.
Yes, 1 must say I thought it shabby o.
you to supplant me," said Monsieur
Gratton, laughing gaily and good-hu
moredly.
"Now, might 1 ask you," continued
the landlord, quite diffidently, “sine .
of course, you know these matters hot
ter than I do: what might ho the value,
the pecuniary value, of that really ver;
charming little picture?"
“Pecuniary value—that little picture
—pecuniary value!” re-echoed Mon
sieur Gratton,looking surprised; “upon
my word, I have not lliu smallest idea.
1 am sure i never gave tho subject a
thought. Pecuniary value! Oh! 1 dare
say twenty francs,or twenty-live francs.
But really, I havo not considered the
point judicially.”
“Twenty francs, or twenty-live
francs!” exclaimed the landlord, utter
ly unable to hide his disgust; “twenty
francs, or twenty-five francs, it's full
value! You are jesting, Mosieur Grat
ton, you are jesting!”
“Jesting!” responded the picture
fancier, quite gravely; “why should i
jest upon such a subject? You ask me
a very simple question, and I give you
a very truthful answer.”
"'Then why, sir—l say, why sir,”
asked the landlord, with suppressed
passion, “did you bid two thousand
live hundred francs for that picture?"
"Really, Monsieur le l’loprietalre,"
replied Monsieur Gratton, with a grav
ity ami an iuuocenco that were quit.)
crushing, “you astonish mo by so
curious a question. If a man takes a
fancy to a picture, or if lie wishes t
possess it as a souvenir of a kind laity
for whom he lias tho very highest es
teem, may he not bid what lie likes to.'
it? At least you, sir, wore evidently of
that o|»- -in.
wit ani> Hinvtme.
“I say, Bobby,” whispered Feather
ly, was your sister pleased to learn
that 1 had called upon her?”
Prof. J. L. Sullivan is more popular
iu Boston than the Puritan—and ho is
onlv a whaling craft at tiiat Philadel
fih.*■ Press,
A poet sings: “1 see tho flush upon
thy cheek.” If this is the case, that
poi>\ would do well to lay down his
ha: d unless he can boat it.— l'rxk.
■Yes, indeed she was,” replied Bob
by “When mother told her that Mr.
Fo ilicrly had called while she was out
she said, “Thank Heaven!”— New York
bU.I.
Neither bustles nor corsets are worn
in Japan, and when a .Japanese maid
en sits down iu a skating rink she
go s her money’s worth every time.—
JJv rtinyton Free Press.
Explained.—Auger (a young author)
“There seems to be a conspiracy
against mo among the publishers.”
Gimlet—“ How so?” Auger—“ They
havo all of them declined the same
thing.” — Puck.
The brewer who maketh good beer
in the day and pultelh a good head on
it is bettor than he who drinkoth tho
beer at night and waketh up in tho
morning with a good head on himself.
Stockton Maverick.
There are thirteen widows living on
one street about 300 yards long in
Arncricus, Ga. Tho city authorities
propose to put up at each end of the
street a sign: “Dangerous passing.”
Somerville Journal.
Nautical husband (jokingly)—"O,
I’m the mainstay of the family.” Wife
—“Yes, and tho jibboom, and the —
and tho ” Small boy (from exper
ience) “And the spanker, too,
mamma.” — Troy Press.
Frank J. Black, the genial aud bril
liant young journalist who writes
about medieval theology and other lit
tle things, made us a very pleasant
call last evening. We were not in at
the time — Punxsulawney Tribune.
The Rev. Phillips Brooks recently
spoke tor half an hour at the rate of
213 words per minute, which proves
conclusively that there is nothing a
woman can do which a man cannot do
just as well or better.— Lowell Citizen.
Ella Wheeler sings “body and heart
seemed shaken, thrilled, aud startled
by that greeting.” An enthusiastic
admirer thinks that some big listed
fellow must have slapped Ella on tho
back and asked her how the weather
suited her.— New York Journal.
“I am just as much opposed to tip
pling as anybody," said Eenderson;
••hut, nevertheless, liquor rightly used
is a blessing to humanity. When I
was ill last winter, I actually believed
it saved my life.” Fogg—“Very like
ly; but how does that prove that liquor
is a blessiug to humanity V'—Boston
Transcript.
A well-educated young lady in Rich
mond wants a position as teacher in
Danville. She has passed the giggling
age, but is not too old to be a very
agreeable companion, arid the editor
of this paper can heartily recommend
b»rr to any family desiring an intelli
gent teacher and companion.— Van-
A morning papor has this truly sen
sational heading to on® of its columns:
••>idward Graui shoots a woman with
w.-ioin he was madly in love thro
Pines." Nothing is more common
tViu a man’s being in love three times,
br.t it is not usually with the same wo
nikin. San Franciscan.
Yhcro is a growiug fear among tho
MttlitWCOUU ladies of Su Louis society
that Maxwell may prove to boa gen
tltnir.n, a scholar, anil an innocent
man after all. If such proves to be the
case they should prosecute him for ob
taining adoration under false preten
ses. — Leavenworth (Kas.) limes.
Miss Clara Louise Kellogg has boon
out West singing to enthusiastic au
diences of cowboys and miners. In re
luting her experience at Butte City,
Miss Kellogg says: “Ouo lady came
2UO miles to hear me, uud said she was
well paid for tho trip.” Any one who
would travel so far to hoar Clara
Louiso would have to he well paid,—
The Humbler.
i “lu tho first place, brethren,” said a
1 camp-mooting orator last night, “wo
must bo careful of what wo say, ami in
tho second place”—there was some
noiso ih the eougrogution caused by
people coming in and the speaker
paused—“in tho socoml place,” re
peated tho speaker, aud again ho
paused, and a small boy arose and
cried out: “The Alloghenys are in the
second place; Cincinnati got licked.”
—Pittsburg Chronicle- Telegraph.
Lata inventions—A thunder-rod for
pooplo who are liable to bo “thunder
struck” on receiving unexpected intel
ligence; a grindstone for pooplo who
are in tho habit of “grinding their
teeth” when tlioy are iu auger; a do
vico for grubbing people who are
“rooted to tho spot;" a patent air
ship for restoring people to their
homos who are "carried away with
emotion," “transported with delight,”
etc.; a steam-roller for people “potri
j tied with astonishment."— Poston Cour
\ ier.
An English visitor at one of tho
smaller spas in Germany was com
plaining the other day to a garcon at
his hotel that the water lie took really
seemed uot to havo the slightest effect,
so far as ho was concerned. “But
j you soe, monsieur," replied tho waiter,
j who, it should be said, was under no
tice to quit his place, “It is necessary
to he patient. Now, I well remember
a lady at this hotel last season who
took the waters, and sho did not die
until sho had boon hero close upon six
mouths.”- London Figaro.
“How’s yer hoy gottiu’ erlong, Jas
per?” asked a nogro, meeting an ac
qiiuintunco. “Ken talk right smart,
now, kain’t ho?” “Talk right smart?
W’y, you oughter hoali dut chile open
his niouf. Talk? W’y, 1 tell yer wul
he ken do. Hu can ' talk through one
of deso lioali tellyfones." “Go way,
now.” “Ob, it’s or fuck." “Yerdoan
tell mo so!" “Cose 1 does.” “Tulk
through a tollyfouo, eh?” “Jos liko 1
tells yer. Es dal hoy doan grow up to
lie a lawyer I’ll jos’ ax somebody to
tell me der reason; (hit’s what I’ll do.”
—Arkansaw Traveler.
Johannes Schonor, a zealous as
trologer of tho sixteenth century, once
when on a journey put up at a friend’s
house, where he saw the youngest
child of the latter, ict. 2, lying in the
cradle. Ho immediately sat down at
his friend's writing-desk and drew up
the baby’s horoscope, in which lie fore
told that it would grow up to be a gal
lant warrior, and, like bis father,
would attain to high rank anil digni
ties. After glancing at tho papor the
father exclaimed, laughing: “Why,
Johannes, it is a girl!”— Ucr Schaik.
A religiously inclined correspondent
at the seashore writes that Gol. Robert
lngersoll’s wall-eyed atheistic pup was
chewed lip and hud four handfuls es
fur bitten out of his hack the other
day by an Established Church of En
gland terrier at Long Beach. Tho lu
gersoll dog harked too violently at tho
sun, implying that it was only the re
flection oi nothingness, tho Establish
ed Church dog protested, the contro
versy foliowoif, and the atheistic dog
came out of it practically worthless,
even for use as a door-mat.
The rivalry between Houston and
Galveston continues unabated. No mat
ter what the residents of oue city claim,
the residents of the rival commercial
center dispute the claim. A Houston
man was in Galveston not long since,
tne guest of a resident of the latter
city. The Galveston tnau frequently
gave his Houston friend a cigar to
smoke, at the same time deprecating
the inferiority of tho weed. “Now,”
replied the Houston man, “you have
been telling uie all along how had
your cigars are. I want you to stop j
with me a day or so when you come to j
Houston, and 1 will convince you that !
J can treat my guests to worse cigars
than you ever smoked iu your life, i’ll
give you cigars that will break you of
the habit of smoking altogether. '
The woman Astie de Valsayre, who
came into notoriety by fighting a duel
on the field of Waterloo with another
woman who had very properly called j
her a fool, first wanted i'astcur to ex
periment on her instead of rabbits with j
his anti-hydrophobia inoculation; but j
lie refused. Then she wanted Dr.
Grusdlbach to try on her his plan of I
freezing a person solid and thawing tho j
subject out again after a year or two in
as good vital condition as ever, but ho
also declined. Now she wants to go to I
the Congo country to' help Do Brazza
civilize the blacks.
i; -n and eighteen inches
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VOL. I. NO. 29.
MISSING LINKS.
Artificial human ears are made of
celluloid, a recent invention.
Scientific inquiry is being made into
the medical virtues of dogs’ tongues.
Amethysts ami pink cameos are the
fashionable line stones of the season.
China has 3,600 miles of telegraph
hue, and only seven milos of railroad.
Salida, Col., is said to have sixteen
saloons and "not one church spire in
Sight"
Wild woodcock have been seen late
ly in the parks in the very heart of
London.
Elizabeth Hickman, of Xenia, 111.,
has a son seventy-four years old, who
is a great-grandfather.
Edward Evorntt llale says three
hours of daily brain-work will get out
all of the best there is in a man.
Ewing Watterson, Col. Henry Wat
terson's eldest sou, works on his fath
er’s pupei and exhibits special aptitude
for the business.
Is it true that, when washing their
faces, men alwuys rub up and down
and snort, while women apply the
wutor and then stroke gently down
ward?
Out of 60,000 prosecutions by the
English society for the prevention of
cruelty to auimals during the last
twenty-live years 66,000 have been
successful.
Since Alma-Tadema’s engagement to
design a sot of furniture for a New
York banker another metropolitan
millionaire has oiuployed Sir Frederick
Leighton to paint three ceiling panels
for him.
Said l’asha, the Grand Vizier of
Turkey, is a man of exalted private
character. Hu was a devoted husband,
was prostrated with grief at the death
of his wife, and is now giving the best
of his life to his young children.
Edwin Booth and his daughter have
just placed in the Episcopal church at
Middletown, It. 1., a window in mem
ory of the actor's doceasod wife. It Is
13x9 feel and is pronounced admirable
both in design and color.
l>r. Wadsworth, tho new Bishop of
Salisbury, England, once had a piece
bitten from the calf of his leg by a sav
age dog, and would have bled to death
bad not the lady with whom he was
walking improvised a torniquet from a
couple of handkerchiefs.
A Frenchman has constructed a six
cliauibored revolver an inch and a half
long, the smallest fire-arm In lae
world. It is complete in all respects,
fires cartridges with fulminate, and has
poufur enough to send one of them
through an ordinary pane of glass at
four paces.
A young gentleman of 8 ysars, on
the Hack Hay, who bad already five
brothers, was told one day last week
that he hail a sister. As the news
seemed to all'oct him rather badly be
tyus finally prevailed upon to tell what
the trouble was. .Sobbing he told his
mother that ho wanted all brothers, as
he was in hopes of having a base-ball
nine.
The phrase “a wheel within awheel"
undoubtedly had its origin in the Bi
ble. J» Ezek., i., 10 we find the ex
pression, "a wheel in the middle of a
wheel.” The revisers of the Bible have
adopted the popular phrase “a wheel
within a wheel," whether as a more
correct transcript of the original or In
deference to the common phrase is
known only to themselves.
A man in a lonely part of lowa had
brain fever in consequence of the death
of his wife, and on recovering could
not remember where he had buried
her. During the interval the three
persons who had assisted in the inter
ment became scattered. Very desir
ous of locating the grave, the widower
dug over most of a ten-acre field be
fore findiug the remains.
A Michigan girl outdid her compan
ions in a craze for autographic albums
by haring about a hundred letters from
the same number of men bound in a
volume for hor parlor table. As the
missives represented her extensive and
usually sentimental correspondence
since she hail arrived at the age of
chirography the collection proved very
interesting to callers. Hutton Jour
nal.
The death occurred lately at Oxford
Neck, Jlel.,of Nathan Mills, colored, at
tho age of 107. He always wore his
shirt-bosom open in winter snd sum
mer for fear of taking cold if he fasten
ed it lie was much respected by the
white people of Oxford Neck. Os all
his children only two survive him—
Levin and Nero—both of whom are
great-grandfathers. Nathan lived to
see live generations of his children and
grandchildren. The neighborhood of
Oxford Neck is peopled with his de
scendants.
A correspondent of a Boston news
paper says that Mr. Nast's wife is the
original of Columbia, the tall, beauti
ful woman with the classic face who
has been so prominent in the allegor
ical pictures during and since the war.
These pictures tirst gave Nast his na
tional fame. In beauty of conception
and execution they have never been
excelled, and are chapters of the histo*
ry of the nation’s mind—photographed
moods, as it were. Columbia, let it bo
noticed, is altogether a different figure
from the Goddess of Liberty. She it
Nnet’s special creation in the world of
aru
Tho sea-shell business of California
is little known to the public. The pro
duct consists of mother-of-pearl, pear
oyster, brilliant or curious sheila from
Japan, China and the South Seas, and
the several varieties of abalone.