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Carl Schurz says of newspaper men
hat they ‘‘are the guardians of truth and
rereonal liberty.” This, the New York
Worly remarks, is the best thing Mr.
ichurz gver said.
A ——— .
The Bos2on Globe has discovered that
n six Easte.n States there are now living
3,300 people more than eighty years of
:ge. In the aggregate these long-lived
‘down-easters” have lived more than
150,000 years,
Even the nationality of Shakespeare
loes not appear to be safe in these days
)f fantastic speculation. A Frenchman
s said to be writing a book which will
show that the bard of Avon was of French
lescent, and his name was originally
Jaques Pierre, or, in plain English, Jokn
Peter,
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A cexrespondent of the Philadelphia
North Ameri-an calls attention to the fact
that Franklin’s grave, at Fifth and Arch
streets, ¢ln a neglected condition. He
suggests the propriety of putting it in
proper shape, the more particularly as
Dr. Franklin was a delegate to the Con
stitutional Convention in 1787,
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Canada is asked to grant an annual
subsidy of $200,000 for fifty years in aid
cf the vroposed subway connecting
Prince Edward Island with the main
land, the first cost being estimated at
$5,000,000. The tunnel is to be seven
or eight miles long, and, doubtless, will
cost more than the original figure,
Thomas A. Edison, the famous invent
or, may spend the winter in California.
It is reported that he will build a winter
home at Thermalito, Butte County, Cal.,
and erecta fine laboratory. For several
years he has been experimenting with
specimens of the black sand deposit
found in that country, endeavoring to
extract gold therefrom,
Professor F. E. Boynton says in the
Popular Science Monthly that a region of
country twenty miles in diameter, where
North Carolina, South Carolina and
Georgia come together, ‘‘contains more
interesting and rare plants than can be
found in any spot in the United States
occupying the same area.” He calls the
district ‘‘a botanical bonanza,”
e ——
A Birmingham (Conn.) electrician hasa
new rat-trap, which, it is said, works
admirably. He attaches a picce of meat
to one pole of a dynamo machine, which
can only be reached by the rat by stand
ing on a plate which serves as the other
pole. Report says that no rat has yet
got the meat, but many have reached for
it, and the inventor is rewarded for his
ingenuity by a large collection of dead
rats,
Ata recent meeting held in Alexandria,
Virginia, to further the project to build
a grand avenue from Washington to
Mount Vernon, it was explained that the
proposed avenue would run for two
miles through the Arlington property,
and that it was expected that the Govern
ment would construct at least that
portion. The various states would be
asked to send trees to be planted in the
parking along the borders of Mount
Vernon avenue, and it is hoped that the
thirteen original States would be suffi
ciently interested to place in life form,
in bronze or marble, the signers of the
Declaration or Independence.
A newspaper in Ilinois recently
brought suitagainst forty-three men who
would not pay their subscription, and
obtained judgment in each for full
amount of the claim.” Of these, twenty
eight men made affidavits that they owned
no more property than the law allowed
them, thus preventing attachment. Then
they, under the decision of the Supreme
Court, were arrested for petty larceny,
and bound over in the sum of $3OO each,
All but six gave bonds, while six went
to jail. It makes no diffecrence to what
part of the continent the paper goes, a
bill sent to the Postmaster, Justice of
the Peace or any United States officer
can be collected.
“The United States not only continwe
their work of feeding the rest of the
world—they steadily increase the amount
of that work,” says the Philadelphia
Telegraph. “‘For the ten months ending
August 31 the exports of beef and pork
exceeded by $2,000,000 the exports of
the same kind in the same period in 1886,
"The total was $65,500,000 or a ratio of
over §76,000,000 a year. The wonder of
this thing is beyond parallel, and it may
well claim a passing thought in these
days of reflection upon the greatness, the
growth and the illimitable future cf the
republic. Here is the contribution of the
United States to the dinner table of the
world in only two articles of food con
sumption. All other meats than beef and
pork go to swell the enormous total, as
do breadstuffs, fruits and vegetables,
canned goods, etc. We not only feed
ourselves more nourishingly and amply
than any other people are fed, but we
sead these hundreds of millions worth of
food yearly to the markets of other na.
tions. No other country does such a
work, nor in all history has it been done,
Who could possibly have foretold such
a tale, surpassing any Arabian Night
marvel, 100 years age?”
Lt
Mz, Baurrenay, of Asheville, N, C.,
thinks that he has a very intelligent
Newfonndland dog. He savs that after
her four pups had become large enovgh
to wean he gave one away, and a few
days afterward, po'nting to anofher
pup, said, with some emphasis: ¢To
morrow I am going to give that one to
Mr. Blank.” The mother seemed to
listen with attention, and the next
moruing she was missing with the
daomed brat, leaving the other two pup
piss to take oure of themselves, After
nightfall she sinnk Lack very slyly with
the pap in er wonth, and feemed
happy in Lbaving saved it from copuin
tion &-um its faauily,
. SUPPLEMENT TO THE SOUTHWESTERN NEWS, DAWSON, GA. NOVEMBER 16, 1887.
~—THll—
Banker's Danghter
.
Ey GENEYIEVE ULMAR,
Author of “A Weird Wodding Nigkt,” ‘“lhe
Love of ITer Life,” “‘The Stolen Bride
groom,” ‘“‘Cruel as ths Grave,”
‘Her Wedding Night,”
Ete., Etc, Ete.
CHAPTER XVL
LOVE AND lATE.
A picture of 1 'sery and jealous torment
Giul'o sat in the librury, a prey to the most
poignaut emotions,
Iu Dudley Varce he rocognized a most
dange:ous r.vat!), and his heart misgave him
s he jeahizel h s wealth and his close
businss r 1t o ship w.th the Lanker.
Beatrice hud told him how Vance had
denied their maniace. When Mr. Elliott
kuew of the case woun'd he siil persist in
his d.nal?
He conld imagine that Vanea was, per-
Lays at that moment, pressing his suit with
the b autiful Mabel
Finally thery was a movement in the
hall withont. The front door was opened
and shut quiekly.
“He is gone!” cied Giulio, eagerly.
Light foo steps erossed the huli, and a
fairy form crosced the threshold of the
libiary.
It was Mabel Elliott, and although she
was verv pale as she enterad the room, she
fushed confused y at meeting Giulio un
expecte.dly,
“(riul o,” she murmured, “I did not
know yvou were home.”
“Has tha: man gone?”
His voice was choked, his manner almost
anzry, as he asked the quest on.
Mabel did not resent his imperative
mauner. lostead, a hauuting, frightened
look came into her eves.
“Yes, Giulio.”
“Why did be call?”
“Giulio, when will papa be home?”
She bad interrupted him wildly. Her
hands resting on his arm, her whole frame
quivering with emotion.
“Mubel, Mabel, what has happened?’
cried Giulio in alarm at her agitatea
manner.
“Ob, Giulio, I-1 want papa to come
home. lam lonely, frightened ——"
She broke dowa in hysterical tears.
“Mabel. that man——"
“Yes, Giu'io,” sobbed Mabel; “he has
dared to - to make love to me, to ask me to
marry him,”
Giiulio paled suddenly.
“And you told bh'm, Mabel?”
She lifted her tearful, reproachful eyes
to his own.
“Oh, Giulio, conld I give any save one
an-wer to him? I fear him. I dread him.
Giuio, he has gone away excited and
theatening.”
Giulio flushed angrily,
“Has he dared ——"
“To threaten, yes. He was wild with
emotion when I told him that I did not
love himn, that 1 conld not becoine his wife;
and he said that I =hould, thit papa would
not dare to refuse him”
“The scoundrel!” eried Giulio.
“And ke hiuated that you. too, should feel
his vengeance if 1 persisted in my refosal.”
“I wil go after him at once. 'l'hisis
outrageous?”
“No, no,” cried Mabel, pleadingly. “I
beg of you, for my sake, do not force a con
flict with this man.”
A great wave of happiness came over
Giulio’s heart, despite his excitement, as
he looked down at the beautiful face of his
companion.
Time and circumstances impedled every
sentiment of cherished love to expression.
His vuice grew tender as he asked:
“Why did you refuse him Mabel——"
“Oh, Giulio, conld I think of another
when my love is ——" |
She pause in the midst of an impulsive
confession, ‘
He could not but read the truth in her
happy face.
“Mabel, my darling,” he murmured im
passionately, “is it possible that you love
me?”
He felt the clinging pressure of her
hards; he bent over quickly.
One kiss on the blushing face, and then
she was goue, fled like the timid fawn,
leaving Giulo’s prayer of love fully
answered.
He trod on air as he left the house an
hour later. He did not seek Mabel again,
holf conscious of treachery to duty in
showing his love for her ere he had seen
Mr. Elliott,
“I prowised to see Beatrice to-night,” he
murmured as he Froceedod down the
street. “Is it possible that Vance is form
ing some plot against me, that he ho'ds
any power over Mr. Elliott, as he vaguely
insinuated? The villain, he shall soon be
unmasked in his true colors. He shall not
again frightcn the darling woman whose
love is mine—mine aloue.”
He was raptuously ignorant of the fact
that he was followed as he entered the
house whither Beatrice had removed.
Yet his every footstep wasshadowed, and
while he was conversing earnestly with
Beatrice, a few minutes later, the form of
Dudley Vance stole stealthily into the cor
ridor ou'side the room.
~ Giulio told her of his intention to in
l form Mr. Elliott of her story when he re
turned.
s He also leained many additional details
' of the supposed marriage to Vance,
When he left the house he had fermed
a plan to sccure for her some evidence as
to that marriage,
A fir stole from the house a few min
utes after his departure,
1t was that of Dudley Vance.
His face was aglow with evil hate and
trinmph.
“Mabel Elliott rejected me because she
loves him,” h bissed malignantly, “Ah. I
- will soon arcuse her hatred and jealously.
The very fates favor my plans, and I will
make Ler Lelieve that Beatrice, who is vis
ited by Ginlio, is his first love.”
Vane s busy brain devised a score of
p'ans for cariying out his scheme speedily
and surely.
~ *I musi see Marey at once,” he contin
~ued. “Before to-morrow night the plot at
the bank must matuie, and Giunlio Elliott's
good name be blasted forever!”
CHAPTER XVIL
AT THE BANE,
Morning at the bank, a bright crisp sum
mer's day, with the street before it a bus;
sea of human forms, and the coanting
room itse'f a scene of unusual activity and
bustle.
Within his private office, apparently en.
grossed in perusing some papers of im
portance, sat Dudley Vance, a look of un
disguised anxiety and dissatisfaction upox
his face.
“Two days lost,” he wmuttercd in a tons
of chagrin and con:ern, as he glanced at a
telegram which he had selected from the
mass of papers before Lim. “Will I have
tune to act before Elliott returns; or, rather,
before his protege has a chance to tell him
all? If not I am lost, for his bo!d, delinite
actions indicate shat he now thorougzh'y
understan 1s my re'ations with Beatrice,
and mtends ex 08ing m> to El iott.
“I must act at vnce, Kliott will be hers
before eieven o'clock if he arrived this
worniag By that time every portion of
my plan must be carried out. = Marey, pur-
Fuani to my scheme, left tue employ of the
bauk yesterday. I do not fuly trast him,
but for the present he dares not disobay
me. The detective will uct at the signal,
All that remains is to send Giulio into the
trap that is sprung ready to receive him.”
Vance's evil face glowed with all the
craft and malice of his revengeful nature as
he arose to his feet and paced the floor of
the room restlessly.
His foresworn schems to crush and
disgrace his hated rival, Giulio, before Mr.
Elliott’s retura, had been delayed by a va
riety of circumstances adverse to the
speedy consummation of his plans, buat
by no means abandoned.
There was yot a movement on the part of
Giulio for lh?}mst few days that had not
been noted by himself or his hired emis
saries,
With the secret cunning of a master-hand
at plotting, Vance had surrounda=d his rival
with a network of plots, the real motive of
which even deceived those who were work
ing in his behalf,
Giulio's visits to Beatrice, ‘and his quest
in a noted gambling plac: for Marcy one
evening, had been noted and utilized as
points of importance in the great schame
of frand and deceit the wily plotter Vance
was weaving fer his ulimate axd utter
ruin.
Only one thing worriad the villain, and
this was the fear that ere his pluns were
consum:nated Giulio might commuanicate
with the banker hLis d scoveries reguding
the woman Beatrice.
“I will delay no longer,” muttered Vance,
finally pausing ia his restless promenade of
the apartment. “By th's tire Marcy has
certainly had time to carry out ke forgery
and deception nezessary to get Beatrice out
of the way, and the story of the detective
will have founl sufficient basis to conv.nce
Elliott of the dishonesty of his protogo. 1f
Allison does not disappoiut me I will move
at once. He should be on the wateh, Ob,
there he is!”
If his intended vietims had reatized the
depths of his scheming they would have
been alarmed.
One hour previous he had h:ld a long
interiiew in a noted cily retreat with h.s
new accomplice, Allison.
Seated. smoking and drinking. the two
schemers dscnssed a plot of terrib e wroug
against Giulio Ellioft.
Vance had gone to the side window of
the room of the saloon and lcoked out upon
the street.
His eyes glittered with satisfac ion as Le
saw lounging in a doorway opposite the
form of a man he evidently recognized.
He made a movement as if to lower the
sash, his band describing a careless, peen'-
iar movement that was a well-conceived
signal.
Instantly the man left the plac: where Le
was and moved further down the sivest to
& position where he could command a bet
ter view of the front of the ban.
“He understands and will act,” mur
mured Vanca with evident satisfaction, “I
will send Giulio E loit with the money
Eackuge at once. The detective will be
ere at eleven, and I can detain him until
Elliott comes—ha, Elliott himself!”
A slight, anxious pallor overspread the
schemer’s face as he glanced past the halt
open door communicating with the coint
ing-room.
Beyond that he could see, just driven up
to the curb of the bank, a carriige he rec
ognized as the Elliott equipage. |
Mr. Elliott himse!f, his face aglhw with
the happy coutentment he ever expericnesd
in the company of his daugh‘er, had alight
ed from the vehicle, and a mom-nt Jator
handed Mabel to the pavement, and 1 d Ler
thence up the steps leadinz to the bank. ‘
Every movement on their part and every
movement in the busy counting-room was ‘
noticed by the eager, watehful Vance, |
He saw the clerks, as was their wont, on
a visit from the banker, momentuily aban- }
don their work to greet respectfu ly their |
old employer. |
He noted from the banker's manner that |
evidently Mabel had lot imparted the story ‘
of mis menacing visit when he confessed ;
his love, and that apparently Mr. Elliott’s
composure had n t yet been disturbed by |
Giulio's recital of the wrongs of Beatrice -
a jrevelation Varnce too well knew wonld |
ruin him in the banker's estimation, a rev- |
elation he also felt assnred Giulio would |
make patent to the bauker at the first op- |
portunity. ’ i
A wild flush of jealous rage and hatred |
sprang to the watcher's face as he noted |
one swift, thrilling glance pass between |
Giulio, at his desk, and the daughter of i
the bankeras she was led past the counting
room to the apartment where Vaunce wus.
Ineffable love, mu uil understinding
encouragement spoke in that look. |
It maddened Vance to the verge ¢ |
frenzy. |
“They love one ancther. A single hour
will insure Giu'io Elliott’s success and my
ruin. I will act! Cousummate sctor thit |
I am, I will time every movemeut of {he !
next hour to the accuracy of a s cound.” |
He glided from the door, bLis point of
espionage, as he spoke. He seaied hiu
self at a desk, and bent over the pijers
upon it as if enrapt in their contonts.
When a minute lator the bank r c¢ntered
the room, Vance's face bore a look of in
tense care and axiely, as thongh h: wis
weighed down with business respons bi
ities, and no one would h.ve suspec e
that but a moment previous h: had bes,
acting the spy at the door from th
threshold of which a rare vision of lovel -
ness now baunished, temporarily, the gloom
of the apartment.
“ »
The cheery, happy voice of Mr. Elliott
spoke the word as he extended his hand to
his business associate.
He started us he noted how limp and
lifeless was the return elasp of Vance,
“Why, man, you're looking ill. There is
no trouble at tué bank here?” asked Mr.
Elliott.
Vaneo directed a quick look at Mabel,
but she bowed cold'y, and did not even ad
vance to meet him.
He muttered a negative to Mr. Bliiott,
and something about overwork and a rush
of busine:s,
Then, as if to intimate that no visit must
interfere with its routine, he struck the bell
on his dusk and resumed his writing.
. “There are a few important miss ons to
execute,” he said to his associde in anapol
ogetic tone, “and then I will Le entirely at
your orders.”
“All right, Vance, dou’t hurry yourself,
nor jet us disturb yon. I came= to report a
successful nvegotiation with the Ea-t-rn
branch of the business. 11 look over the
morning papers, and you, Mabel--1 believe
you expressed a wish to write a letter?”
“Yes, papa.”
Vauce arose and opened a desk at the
other sile of the room, with pe:fect cour
tesy | lacing it at hor disposal.
Mr. Eilott disposed h'msel? comfort
abiy in an easy chair, and Vance resumed
his place at ihe papers again.
His facs was peternaturally pale, his
manner calm, impressive, icy ia its assumed
business dignity, but a volcano of passion,
hatred and suspense raged in his soul at
that moment,
That moment held in its grasp all the fu
| ture weal and woe of three person in the
bank while it flitted away.
The tap of the bell, musical, careless,
unheede(f almost, was like the stroke of
doom to Giulio Elliott,
For it announced the first step in a deep,
bold scheme to destroy love, ambition, and
t an honorable name-—to remove him from
life temporarily, terribly and entir:ly, as
i though the earth had opened med swallowed
' him up from the sight of men.
CHAPTER XVIIL
THE DETECTIVE'S REPOR'E.
‘ The person who answered the ring of the
eall-bell and broke upon the sitence of the
strange coterie in Vance's private room was
his nmanuensis and seeretary,
- “Tell Mr. Rolfe I wish (o see him for a
moment,” was Yan e's direction.
It was a moment later when Rolfe, the
cashicr, entered the apartment,
“There is a memorandum for a large eash
auount for Eison and Company,” he s.il,
e casher bowed aflivmatively.
“Make up the amount and bring it here,”
Mabel, engaged in writing, could not
help but glance covertly and curiously at
Vance,
“What a tierc«hgoking man he is,” she
murmured, “[ doh't wonder he frightened
| me, and I am glad T didn’t tell papa aboum
| it, for he seems to think Mr. Vance is
| -imgly erfect v 'onsiness.”
| Bhe find concluded her letter and sat
| nibbling the penholder, not yet forgetful of
| schoolgirl days, when the cashier reap
| peared.
! He placed a neat, compact parcel on the
| desk before Vance.
l “Will you send Mr. Giulio Elliott here®”
| without even looking u» from his writing.
{ ~Pretty Mabe!, in a flutter of delight, eag
| erly watched the door communicating with
| the eounting-room.
l Her loving, trustful soul of love was in
| her eyes as they met those of Giulio a mo
! ment later.
| The latter thrilled to happy conscious
| nees of her affection, and then grasped the
| extended hand of Mr, Eiliott.
| “Well, Giulio, are you becoming fas i
nated with the mysteries of finauce, or are
! the dull facts of its details too practical to
| engross you?”
| “The business is most congenial,” ro-
I plied Giulio.
|‘ “lam glad te hear it, and I waat to have
| along talk with you about it liter in the
| day. We will call with the carringe and
l take you home with us this afternoon.”
. Giulio bowed gratefully, and then passed
5 over to the desk where Vance sat.
| He was revolving in his mind how mnch
% of Vance's hidden carcer he wou'd divulge
| to Mr. Elliott, but he made no alluson teo
| it, nor the importance of a speedy inter
| view.
‘ It was business requirements for the mo
ment, and he addressed Vance cou teously
’ and with due deference as presiding olicer
| of the bank, despite his personal dislike
| for him.
I “You sent for me, Mr. Vance?” ke said
| interrogatively.
The crafty actor looked up with a pre
occupied, confused air.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Eliiott, this parkage’—
and Vauce indicated the oue the ca-hier
had just brought into the 100 m. “It con
tains a large amount of money, and the ne
l cessity of its safe and prompt dclivery
{ makes it requisits that you take it. 1 will
| write {he address,” and Vance did so.
| Giulio glanced at it, placed it in an in
| side pocket, and turned to leave the room.’
| “By the way,” spoke Vance azain. “On
| your way to Elson and Company, will you
| leave this check?”
| Vance fo!ded what rescmbled a check in
an envelope, addressed it, and ha :ded it to
Giulio.
“Mr. Elliott and myse!f may glance over
the accounts this morning,” he continued,
and if you have the receipts and vouchers
of your department ready you may send
{ them into me,” was Vanee's concluding re
i mark.
{ “They aro ready now, Mr. Vanco.”
i Giualio left the apartment with a last
fond glance at Mabel.
A minute later the secretary brought in a
large envelope containing the papers Vance
ha(% requested of Giulio, which the former
| had %!aced on the desk within the reach of
| Mr. Vance.
i (TO BE CONTINUED )
BROKE HIM ALL UP,
Thirteen Dogs and Eleven Cats
Come Between Husband and Wife,
[From the Baltimore American.]
‘“’Squire, she had thirteen dogs and
eleven cats in the house, and we couldn’t
agree. I paid a man $5 to come round
into the yard and try and make some
arrangement with the animals, so that
I could get some rest, and that’s the
cause of the disagreement. My wife
would have the dogs and cats, and re
sented any interference with them, We
have no children.
This was the answor a man with a sad
face made to Justice Wa-feld v~ * -
day, after his wife had told the g
trate she and her husband couldn’t get
along. She complained that the fio—
mestic breach was widening every day.
The man rested his head on his hand
and listened to the story, exaggerated to
his mind, the wife told of her troubles,
She said but little of the dogs and cats;
but when her husband spoke of them it
was with sorrow and suffering. The
"Squire advised them to try, if possible,
to adjust their differences lovingly, and
notlet a little trifle like thirteen cats and
eleven dogs wreek their happiness, It
was evident the animals were a burden
on the man’s mind. He seemed thor
oughly dejected. The couple went out
of the conrt rooom and discussed the sit
uation, but it seemed impossible to come
to satisfactory terms. The man con
sented to try life at home again if the
number of animals were cnt down in
some proportion, say one-half. She
wanted all her pets with her. The two
left the station. The husband refused
to go home to be greeted with those
playful yelps and meows, o grating to
his nerves, but musie so pleasant to his
spouse. He stood on the corner tlie
picture of sadness, and looked at the
splendors in the Western sky as the sun
was sinking and thought, no doubt, of
life in the beyond, where neither cats
nor dogs disturb the tranquility of the
soul. Something conquered him; it may
be the look from his wife on the other
side of the street. With the expression
of a martyr on his face, he followed his
wife down the street and the two went
home together.
o e i
KAMTSCHATKA®S MIXED HOSTS.
A Pen-Picture of a Native Village
and its Diverse Inhabitants.
The aboriginals of Kamtschatka ara
Kamtschatdales and Koriaks; but littie
is known of their origin, and both have
decreased in numbers since the Russian
occeupation, says Chambers Journal,
The country is now chiefly peopled by
Siberian-Russians, and by a race the
product of intermarriage between them
and the original Kamtschatdales, This
pew race it is usual to distiffguish as
Kamtschatkans, and a greedy, disagree
able kind of people they seem to be,
They are of a low order and live in sum
mer in either wretched huts by the
river banks or in lofts above the sheds
in which they hang their fish. lln win
ter they have semi-snbterreanean dwell
ings, .
The pure Kamtschatdales, on the
other hand, appear to be a kindly and
hospitable people, The houses of the
better class of natives of Russian blood
are usually log built, unpainted, con
taining two and sometimes, but rarvely,
four rooms. in which will be found a few
chairs, a rough deal table, a tawny gilt
cikon of lhe Rassian Church and any
number of cockroaches and nnmention
able insects. The hiouses ave in many
places raised above the ground, ecither
upon stones, hike haystacks, or upon
pillars. The floors are boarded and the
house is warmed by means of a huwe
brick stove built in between the rooms,
which develops immense heat.
The diet of these “apper classes” is—
besides fish—milk, sour cream, rye
bread and Dbilberries. The bilberry
seems to be the only fruitin Kamtse at
ka., A few patches of potatoes and
cabbages oceasionnlly surronnd the bet
ter villages; but, unless at Melcova,
there are no cereals, although it is stated
that rye would do very well in some
arts of the valley of the Kamtschatka
}liwr. The harvest of the river and
the sea is enongh, however, to oceuapy
all the tium.mufi‘ thoughts of the Kam
tschatkan, nnd he has neither the leisure
nor the taste for agriculture,
7 A O 3
MYSTERIES OF A DAY.
CURIOUS THINGS WE f£IND RE
CORDED IN THE PAPERS.
Perpetual Motion—The Autograph
Fiend—A Railway Invention—A
Paris Workman, eto., ete.
THERE waS an exciting political con
test the other day at ILake City, Fla.,
between the liquor mer and the temper
‘ance folks, and the former were in a
fair way to carry the election owing
lavgely to the looks of a 1 pular young
citizen. Four temperance girls deter
mined to capture him, aud they did it.
One of them asked him to step behind
the Court House, that she might tell
him a secret, and the o#‘.(‘!‘ followed
with four c¢hairs, In these the conspi
rators seated themselver so closely
around the young man that he could not
get out without using force, and, being
too gallant to do this, he was kept a
prisoner until the polls closed, and the
temperance people had won the day.
Youne Mr. Witherspoon of Birming
ham, Conn., is the newest inventor whe
thinks that he has found the secret of
perpetual motion. His published worda
show the state of his mind, if he is
rightly reported. ‘I mean to say that
I?'mve invented an engine or motor,
which, without any supply of power
from without, can not only maintain its
own motion indefinitely, or as long as
the material of which it is made lasts,
but can also be applied to al kinds of
machinery, and therefore do external
work. To be more explicit, my machine
means a device for creating power or
energy without corresponding expendi
ture of energy
A Paris workingman named Barthes
asked his wife to look down a well, and
as she did so pushed her in. When
she cume to the surface and screamed
for help he let down a bucket, and she
clinging to it, drew her up, makin% her
think he was geing to save her. When
nearly to the top he let her drop again
into the well, and, as she still refused
to die, he flung large stones upon her.
The neighbors interfered, and one of
them put a ladder down and brought
the woman, still alive, up on i, the
husband, meantime, doing everything
in his power to hinder the rescuers, He
was seutenced to fiftcen years’ penal
servitude,
It has been caleulated that on the av
erage each man who attains the age of
three score and ten consumes during the
course of lus life twenty wngon-]ou%s of
food, solid and liguid. At four tons to
the wagon this would eorrespond to an
average of about a hundred ounces of
food per day, or say some 120 ounces per
day during adult life, and eiilllt ounces
during infancy and youth. ost mod
ern doctorsagree in regarding 120 ounces
of food per day, corresponding to five
or six half-pints of liquid food and
seven or eight pounds of solid food, as
in excess of the real daily requirements
of a healthy man or woman.
Erastus WimaN has conceived the
idea of erecting a thousand cottages on
Staten Island, ranging in value from
$l,OOO to $5,000, to be sold to New
Yorkers or others for the purpose of
founding a colony, and buildri,gg up
business for his railrond. On payment
of & small amount of money Mr., Wiman
intends to nndertake the building of a
Sdy fegepiins moriznaes for the
deferred payments and giving o
g};x;chuscr a =ort of life insurance con
t by which in the event of his death
before concluding his payments the
property shall revert absolutely to his
legal heirs, free of all debt.
T cholera seare in Sicily is so great
that in some towns the physicians and
chemists took to flight, and had to be
pursued by police and brought back, as
they could not be spared. At Villabota
a postman was shot by a mob, who be
lieved the epidemic was spread through
the letters he delivered. A number of
people who were flying from Palermo to
Monreale were kept from entering by
the inhabitants with guns, and were
compelled to camp in the field; while a
little boy of 9 years, driven by hunger,
attempting to reach the town, was
stabbed to death and his body burned
by some of the villagers,
A FrexcH lientenant of hussars left
the army to mairry a girl who was tos
poor to bring him the dowry a woman
has to have to marry a French officer.
He went to work for $5O a month; his
wife fell ill, he ran into debt, and final
ly couldn’t get anybody to trust him for
milk, which was the only thing thas
would keep his wife alive. So he stole
some milk, got caught at it, and althongh
when arraigned the magistrate let him
go, his wife was just dying when he got
again to her bedside. He waited for
her last sigh, and then lay down by her
side and blew out his brains,
EreaTEEN hundred men struck in the
collieries in Durham county, England.
because the proprietors bad recovered
nominal damages in an action against
several men who had quit work without
notice on account of some dispute in
one of the mines. The men would not
pay, and six of them were sent to jail
in default. The strikers refused to go
back until their comrades were veleased,
One night some stranger went to the
jail and paid the fines of the men, who
were at once set free. The men held o
meeting next day and decided to go back
to work.
JonN Buckuey of Meriden, Conn.,
caught a snapping turtle and took it to
the central teleplione office, where he
urposed killing it with electricity, He
Pat the turtle snap at on» endy of a
o wire, put another wire beneath its
shell, and turned on the full streneth of
the current. He avers that he “heard
the current go through it, making a
noise like a small planing machine,”
and he left the turtle for dead. The
next morning he found the turtle walk
ing around and spoapping at wires, as
though it wanted ancther taste of the
current.
IN A nErrER from Cabul, Mr. J. S
Pynes, an Englishman, who has been
looking after the construction of the
Amir's workshops, writes: “Abdur
Rahman is o man whose word must not
be disputed. T saw a carions piece of
architecture here the other day, ghast
ly triumphal arch made by artisans of
the place with the heads of 200 prison
ers taken in the rebeilion. You ean
tmagine the horror of the sight. Yes
rerday T was riding through the bazaar
and came across the head, mounted on
a pole, of Taimur Shah,”
“You coxrraiN of having to pay your
Pastor’s salary,” caid an old miller.” ¢
will pay it for you, and you shall not
feel it.” At the cnd of the year he
brought in a receipt in full for the salary
from the Pastor, and then he explained:
“T did it by taking & little toll when you
sent your grain to my mill, and T fook
so little that none of you folt it, Yo
see how easily the pastor can bo paid.”
The Hon. C. 'Y, Smith told that to the
Goshen Ascociation, and all enjovedit--
espe«iully the Pastors,— Richmond [l_’l-/,[!".
tous Herald,
TrE autograph fiend has many re.
sources, but perhaps the most impres
sive of them ecame to the support of a
fiend from Chicago. He got into the
British House of Commons in the char
acter of a messenger having an import
ant letter addressed to a member, re
mained there until adjournment, and
then went quietly around among the
seats and picked up the cards which
members had left in their seats with
their names written on them. “They
make a very curious collection,” he
calmly says.
In 1852 the United States Government
sent a small herd of éamels into Texas,
with the idea of using them and their
get to cross the so-called great American
desert. The camels prospered and
multiplied; but when the war came they
were scattered through the State and in
Arizona, anl many of them became
wild. Railroads have solved the great
American desert problem, and the
camels have fallen into innocuous de
suetude. Home of them are to be ex
hibited at the ceming Texas State fair,
Turur prospeciorsin Texas came upon
a herd of 500 cattle the other day just
s eight big gray wolves ent out a cow
and calf and pitched upon them, The
20w bellowed, and at once with a rush
the herd gathered and drove away the
wolves, The latter soon discovered an
other cow and calf, and made a dash for
thein, and, in spite of the frantie efforts
o the mother, got the calf down; but
12ain the herd came to the rescue, and
this time chased the wolves until they
gave up the contest and disappeared.
WaEeN compelled to travel all night,
the Siberian natives always make a
practice of stopping just before sunrise
and allowing tgeir dogs to get sleep,
They argue that if a dog goes to sleep
whii); it is yet dark and wakes up in an
hour and finds the sun shining, he will
suppose that he has had a full night’s
rest and will travel all day without
thinking of being tired. One hour's
stop, however, at any other time will bw
of no w » whatever.
A corrEsPONDENT of the Ellsworth
American thinks tho life of a waiter girl
in the Bar Harbor hotels is demoral
izing. Many an inaocent country girl
falls into fast company and is ruined
there, he says. Girls goire to any gay
place to earn their Jiving need the same
firm backbone whic': is necessary to keep
a boy from falliny into temptation.
They need to kuow how to say “no.”
A MicnleAaN girl, while picking black
berries, met a black bear among the
briers, She turned to run and tore her
dress on a brier so as to expose her
patent wire bustle. The bear, mistak
ing the bustle for a cirens eage, struck
for tall timber, leaving the girl to go
without hugging un'il a dry goods clerk
closed his store at vine o'clock the next
evening.
e ——— R —————
The Bell’s Burning Words.
The front door «f a magnificent resi
dence closed with = violent slam.. An
thony Jenlo, muttcring angrily, came
down the steps, Tlie door opened and a
little boy, bri:ht e;ed and full of mis
chief came up.
“Won't you bri:y me something?”
the child called.
“No I won't,” the man harshly re
plied. “Yom are ¢» mean that I ought
never to gie you * Iything.”
It ‘s be bad.”
“ies, yoawd., You are getting so
that there is no living in the house with
rou.”’
’ “You don’t love me then, do you?”
| “Nobody can love you when you are
so bad.”
“Won't you let me kiss you ¢’
“No, I won’t. Go back into the
house,”
Jenlo hurried away, He was goiug
to a distant part of the State to be gone
several days. I ought not to have spok
en to the little fellow that way,” he
mused when he had boarded the train.
‘ He took a newspaper from his pocket,
glanced at the headlines of a fearful ca
lamity and his eyes fell upon an item
headed. “A ]ittzve boy’s sudden death.”
He turned the paper over, and the first
thing he raw was “‘A child drowned !”
“I ought to have kissed him.” he
| mused. “Butl was fretted,” he said,
in apology to himself. ‘A man that’s
worried as much over business as I am
den’t know what he’s saying half the
time.”
The first thing he heard on stepping
off the !rain at the end of his journey
was the shriek of a child. He shudder
ed, and a little face, dearer to him than
his own life, suddenly arose bofore him.
Even while engaged in the transaction
of his business, he constantly heard, in
the sweet but troubled accents of a child,
the words,
*“You don’t love me now, do you ?”
At night he went to a theaffe, A
little boy ran out on the stage. Jenlo
went to his hotel. He tried to read.
“You don’t love me, then, do you?”
He went to bed, but could not sleep.
He tossed, cold, and then feverish. At
midnight the bell rang out the words:
“ You do not love me, then, do you?”"
At last he slept. He saw several men
carrying something covered with a
| black shawl, on a litter. When the
| men saw him they put down their bur
den and hid their facss. He lifted the
black covering and saw the mangled
body of his boy. With a groan he
awoke, “I must go home,” he said,
“1 will not wait until morning.” He
| went to the station. A train was just
| starting. He would not suffer himself
’to doze.. It was evening when he
| reached home, As he neared his house
1 he heard a maun, in speaking to a com
| panion, say that the body of the boy
| had not been recovered.
| “The little fellow’s father, they say,
i is away from home,”
| “Yes, so I understand.”
{ Jenlo hurried along the street. “My
| God!” he said, ““is that a hearse in front
' of my house? No, it's a carringe fur
{ ther down.”
| Everything about the house was still,
| He shuddered as he opened the front
| door and entered the hall. Then there
i came a loud yell of delight, and his boy
botinded down the stairs,
[ “Thank God!” exclaimed Jenlo, eateh
| ing him in his arms; “ thank God!”
| “What did yon bring me?”
| “I didn’t bring you anything, prec
| ious, but to-morrow you may have any
{ thing you want.”
| “I've lad lots of fun since you've
| been gone,” said the boy, while his
| father, in prayerful happiness, still
pressed him to his bosom. I got a old
cat up on the fence and throwed stones
at her, aud she spit at me and said ‘wow
ow,’and Willie Babeock punched her
| with o stick, and she spit at him and
{ said ‘wow cut-er-row,’ "
{ The quiet sleep of a thankful heart
| visited the father that night. No mid
night bell rang out burning words., A
| enrly head rested on his arm ; a face
| of sweet mjschief in repose nestled close
| to his bosorw, Arkansaw Traveier.
|
‘l 8 In nearly allthm-.n1]...;;(-s of the Tnited
tates free teade theories uro tauglit,
NOT TO BE FORGOTTEY, '
e
A Sensible f‘(an Never Fools whk
Either a Gun or a Pistol,
[From Sunshine.]
Never ha_ndle firearms careloggly 1
used to do it, but of late years i mak
me boil to have anybody point : g
F-isml toward me.‘ T\‘\'() (’\'('n{th gun oy
ife have done more to inspire :vl}(]n'xy
me a wholesome vespect fo 'm(_lm_:":
than anything else that eyvor happe 3
to me. Pened
When I was about 15 yeurs old I hop
roxred a shotgun of a chum, o
Q9B :
. asfia (lit loaded ¢” was the first (question
“No,” was the reply, and T like
goose, believed what he said, = °
On the way home with it, I met anoth.
er boy, who began dodging behing the
shade trees as I approached Indj
fashion. I, of course, mnst do v ,m;
of the tragedy, so cocking the éusx‘nl
began to skulk, too, until, when we ot
to show that that he was plainly in my
power, I put the muzzle of the qun
up close to his nose and pulled the
trigger.
I thought no more of the cireum.
stance until evening, when ] bepag
cleaning the gun, and found that jt \:'n.a
clogged up so I could not blow through
it. Procuring a cap, I placed it on the
nipple, and going to the front dooy
pulled the trigger, and away she went
with a report that awoke the neiohhops
for blocks around, and filledq fll(‘riunvp;
of a ehfn'ry tree near by as full of holeg
as a skimmer.
Then I thought of Tom, into whose
face I had snapped the gun. The fact
that the cap had become damp alone
prevented the gun from being discharged
and blowing Tom’s head into smithey.
eens.
Though his after life was a fizzle, and
he filled o drunkard’s grave at an enrly
age, yet how my life wonld have heey
blighted if, through my boyish careloss.
ness, he had been killed. T vowedga
vow at that time never to be careless
with firearms,
One more circumstance oceurred after
I had growa to manhood. T was stand
ing on a pile of lumber, busily engaged
in measuring lumber; when, hearing o
“click” behind me, T turned, and there ]
stood a boatman pointing an army mus
ket squarely at my licad, and he had
just snapped 1t at me. Ie was aman
50 years old, and, under the first angry
impulse that came over me, T said:
“You old fool, vou ought to know bet- l
ter than to snap a gun at a fellow’s head
in that careless way.”
“Ab, pshaw |” said he, “‘it isn't load
ed.”
“How do you know that 7"
“Because it has been lying aroundmy
boat for more than six months, and T
know it isn't.”
“That’s just the reason you don't
know anything about it,” said T.
“Well, now, youre making such a
fuss about it, 'm going to get a cap,
and show you. Here, hold the gun till
I come back-”
While he was gone®T ran the ramrod
down the barrel and found that it was
loaded.
When he returned with a cap 1 re
moved the old one and replaced it with
a new one. Pointing the gun upward I
pulled the trigger, and a report followed,
the recoil from which nearly knocked
me off the lumber pile and raised the
boatman’s hair on end.
“What do you think now,” I asked.
“Well,” saxd he, “that’s the last time
I shall point a gun at anybody if Ilive
100 years.”
A damp eap alone saved me that time,
and though I should not have been to
blame, yet this event would have blight
ed my life still more effectnally than
the first ome, for it would just have
blown my head off my shoulders, and »
man who finds himself in that condi
tion can but acknowledge that his life
is, in a measure, blighted, and his future
plans and prospects somewhat inter
fered with.
Don’t fool with firearms. If a gunis
loaded, and everybody knows it is load
ed, there is very little danger. Itisthe
gun and the revolver which is not load
ed which goes off and kills folks, or
maims them for life. So the only safe
way is to handle them at all times as
though they were loaded.
(ret into the habit of so doing, then
it will become natural and easy to you,
and you may be spared the agony of
gazing upon the mangled form of some
friend through whom you have let day
light.
Always keep behind the gun yourself,
and point the muzzle away from other
people,
s R
A Cook With $lO,OOO Per Annun.
[From the London Figaro.]
I had more than once been told of the
mysterous French chef in London who
earns more than the salary of an Under
Secretary of State by the excrcise of his
£kill as a taster, but I have hitherto al
ways remained somewhat skeptical as to
his existence. But now Max O'Rell
gives us such anthoritative details about
this eminent cordon blew that his presence
in onr midst ean no longer be doubted.
Moreover, earious readers by going to
the Cafe Royal some day soon after
noen may see this mysterious professor
of astronomy in the flesh, for he is ac
enstomed to take his ¢ jeuner there about
that time, He is a tall. thin, and gen
tlemanly-looking individual, and not
infrequently may be seen, his meal con
cluded, leaving the Cafe Royal in the
same well appointed broughan in which
later in the day he makes his profession
al rounds, For he is not the cook of
any club or aristocrat in particular; he
is rather what may be called a_consult
ing chef, and it is his daily task to visib
the kitchens of the houses he has on his
engagement list. :
These honses are those in which &
dinner party of importance is to be giv
en that night, and it is the duty of the
chef when he arrives at the first on his
list to alight, proceed to make his way to
the kitchen, and theve to go through
the process of tasting all the made dish
es included -in the menw, especially into
those into the composition of which
sauces and other complicated concocs
tions enter, It is then his husiness to
suggest a pinch more salt in this one,
a dash of sugar or garlie, as the ease
may be, in that one, a drop of farsagon
or ‘a sprinkling of spice in tho other
one. For two guineas, which is s nor
mal fee, he, in short, puts the finishing
and ofter the most important touches to
a West-End dinner, and as, during tx:}u
geason, he has often four orfive >uv_;
engagements booked {or one night, 1
can be l'f‘fl(lil_\' seen that he earns anin
come ()f 11])\\'11!'(] of .L"),OU” 1"‘1' :mlm'm
without difficuity, and has also tha
rare satisfaction of following l'!""“"‘;
jon that cannot fail to he in the mosB
liberal sense of the word ‘o his taste.
- e e S
“Were there any poets 1““"“‘{,,”‘,”
antediluvians 27 a writer asks. e
must have been or thore wouldw't i
been any flood.