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LIFE’S COMPENSATIONS.
The skies cannot always be clear,
•m. dear '
rno merriest eye must still have its tear,
My dear;
•The clouds that are frowning above us to
Will day
And presently the skies break will and go floating away,
be blue that are sullen
and gray,
My dear!
We oan’t have just happiness here,
Xou would My dear;
never be glad il you ne’er shed
a tear >,
My dear; ,
Jhe sorrow that lurks in yourbosom, today,
Like the clouds, when you’ve wept, will go
And . the floating skies away.
will be blue that are sullen
and gray,
My dear.
The True Story of a Sauce.
BY MABOHURITA AKLINA ltAXS..
This is a true story of low life and
also of a great sauce. What his real
name was no one ever knew. He had
come into Bivington street in the arms
of a drunken woman who inexplicably
. had considerable money. On this ac¬
count, and also on account of her gen¬
ciety erosity, she was welcomed by the so¬
of that downtown district.
;■ Her name was Mary. Her family
name was somewhat obscure. Once
when arrested she gave it as Jones,
another time as Schmidt, a third as
ington. Bonaparte This and a fourth time as Wash¬
be variety showed her to
a woman of some information, if
nothing else.
The baby was a bright-eyed little
thing, which was lame. The woman
Was kind enough to it in her own
rough way anil left the child largely
to its own resources.
It was clever and soon found out
which of the neighbors were kind and
liked children and which did not.
Jamsey, for so it was called by its
mother, managed to get along like
thousands of others in the submerged
Tenth. He grew, but on account of
his infirmity grew in a different way
from the other children of the neigh¬
borhood. He did not care much for
playing, dolls but liked housekeeping,
and other girlish recreations.
When he was four he could make him¬
self quite useful iu the kitchen and
was so careful that he could be safely
intrusted with plates, tumblers. When
he .was six his mother died.
No one ever appeared to claim the
"body, and the kind-heaHad city buried it without
ado. The policeman
talked of taking the boy to a nice or¬
phan asylum, where the ohildren are
all dressed in uniform and are trained
to walk alike, talk alike, eat alike,
read alike and think alike and very
often to misbehave and die alike.
He found to his surprise that even
flown in Bivington street there was
an invincible antipathy to asylums.
Mrs. Mueller, a childless German
woman, said that the baby should
stay with her as long as she lived and
that no Irish policeman should take it
away and have it rained in an asylum.
So Jamsey became a member of the
Mueller family, which consisted of tho
lady in question and her husband, who
was employed in an uptown brewery.
• Mrs. Mueller, like all German
housewives, had a mania for cleanli¬
ness. In her particular religion it
preoeded godliness. She had the
same reverence for a scrubbing brush
that a poor Hindu has for Juggernaut,
while a bar of soap gave her more
pleasure than the heaviest black silk
dress.
> Undoubtedly the cornerstone of her
love household for Jamsey was and his they taste made for
pleasures, a
fine pair.
' Although lame, he would lend a fair
hand to her scrubbing up the floors
and polishing the windows and in
doing the family ironing. wiping He was in¬
valuable in washing and the
dishes, and by degrees dishes he came to
cook all her favorite as well as
she herself did.
Once or twice she let him cook by
himself, when he surprised her by the
tastiness of his finished work. After
that, when she had what she consid¬
ered leisure, she would teaoh him all
the seorets of old German country
cooking as she had learned it in her
yonth, of fashionable Berlin cooking,
where she had been a oook some
years before marrying and ooming to
this oountry.
Jamsey made wonderful progress,
and at 13, as Mrs. Mueller fondly ad¬
mitted, was almost as good, if not very
mnch better, than herself. The old
lady had not neglected Jamsey’s edu¬
cation. He had gone to the
sohool and had made fair progress.
He had learned Cerman from Mrs.
Mueller and her husband and
up a capital smattering of French from
Monsieur Bonhomme, the poor
cobbler in the basement of the tene¬
ment.
About this time Jamsey beard
the cooking school. It was
by some charitable ladies who lived
uptown and was held one evening
week.
He obtained Mrs. Mueller’s
and applied for admission. He was
pretty boy; though poor, was as clean
and neat as if he had been a million¬
aire’s son. Although older than the
Other children, he was admitted to
class.
II It's going to rain, it will rain,
No My bitterly dear, complain.
matter how we may
There My dear;
are sorrows that every good woman
There must bear; whioh
are griefs in every good man
has a share,
It is only the fool who has never a care,
My dear.
The skies cannot always be clear,
Sweets wouldn’t My dear, be sweet bitterness
were no
here.
There My dear;
oould never be joy il there never was
The sorrow,
sobs of today may bo laughter tomorrow,
And there's sadness as well as vain trouble
to borrow, dear!
Mv
—S. E. Kiser, in Cleveland Leader.
Before the first lesson was over the
teacher found in amazement that in
many respeots the boy knew more of
cooking months than she did. After three
had passed, she said to him
one “Jamsey, day :
you better go to a higher
school.”
Jamsey “Didn’t knew of none.
his friends know?”
Jamsey The had no friends.
teaoher thought herself and
gave him a letter to an eminent
teacher of cookery uptown. He was
very well received when he presented
the letter, but was broken hearted
when told that the instruction cost
$25 a quarter.
Jamsey had never had more than as
many cents in all his life. He mused
a little while, and then he eaid:
“Please, ma’am, I want to learn
cooking with you, and I haven’t got
any money. But if yon’ll teach me
what you know I’ll teach you what I
know, and I’ll wash your dishes and
clean your kitchen besides, in the bar¬
gain.”
The professor of culinary art
laughed very heartily and being a
good-natured soul took Jamsey in
upon these terms. One day a pupil
desired to learn how to make two or
three German dishes. Her husband
expected to entertain some friends
from Berlin and wished to surprise
them. The professor was at a loss to
answer, being, at a matter of fact, ut¬
terly unfamiliar with Teutonic cook¬
ing. Jamsey, seeing the dilemma,
whispered to the teacher:
“I know how. You let me teach
her.”
The professor said: “Thanks,
Jamsey,” and told the pnpil that her
assisant had made a specialty of Ger¬
man glad cooking and the would be only too
The to give her requisite tuition.
lady accepted, and Jamsey was
unspeakably lessons happy. He gave three
and did it so well that both
professor and pupil were deeply
pleased. Better still, the pupil, who
was very well to do, gave the little
cripple a $5 bill. He thanked her,
chuckled, and then went home as fast
as hit lameness would permit. When
he burst into the room where Mrs.
Mueller was scrubbing the underside
of the table, and handed that aston¬
ished woman a dean, crisp bill, she
could not find words to express her
feelings. She
went to a closet, unlooked
and opened an ancient trunk and
took from it a Dutch cap, black
velvet, with a band in whioh
red, yellow, blue, orange, green and
violet were massed in crazy style, and
put it on the boy’s head.
She said: “My boy, you have
earned your first money, and you are
now a man. Yon shell wear a man’s
hat. That hat is what my husband
wore when he got out of his appren¬
ticeship and became a brewery man,
free and independent himself. ”
The professor was very well pleased
with Jamsey’s tact and gave the boy a
very he thorough training. Two years
remained there,at the end of which
time the professor said that Jamsey
mastered the profession. Jamsey
was sorry to hear the news, because
he was ambitious to learn everything
there was in regard to the kitchen.
He had made a little money during
the time, and he had bought oookery
books under his teacher’s advioe.
The latter had also presented the boy
with foreign books, especially those
in Frenoh and German, which were
unknown tongues to her, but not to
Jamsey.
He had also secured a number of
implements and had refashioned many
to suit his own ideas. He was going
on 15, and, though small for his age,
he had already the soul of a man.
About that time Mr. Mueller was taken
sick.
Ere long the sickness ended, and
Mrs. Mueller was a widow. What
money there had been put by had
been largely consumed during Mr.
Mueller’s sickness, and his insurance
was very small.
At the furthest there was but $1200,
and out of this came the expense of
the funeral and the cemetery. In
Bivington streot they follow the an¬
cient Irish practice of robbing the liv¬
ing to honor the dead. There was a
line hearse and many carriages, a cof¬
fin, which tho neighbors called “per¬
fectly illigant,” a lot and a handsome
tombstone.
There were the usual funeral festiv¬
ities, and when this was over about
$700 remained. Mrs. Mueller, the
evening after the funeral, eaid:
'STimsey, we’ll have to go to work
very soon. We have only a little
money, and it won’t last two years if
we are well, nor one year if anything
happens to us,”
Jamsey Frau said: “I start out tomor¬
row, Mueller, but you are too
old to work at all. I’ll get. the work
and take care of you," and so Jamsey
started.
He tried one restaurant, and the
proprietor,with an oath,said he didn’t
want any children around. “Get
out!"
He tried another, and there was no
vaoancy. He answered 12 or 15 ad¬
He vertisements, then but received no reply.
secured employment in a Bow¬
ery restaurant, whereon the third day
he was brutally beaten by a waiter
whom he detected robbing the owner.
He was a plucky boy and was not
disheartened. It was very hard, how¬
ever, and it beoame.doubly hard when
Mrs. Mueller one morning could not
get up, and the dootor said she would
have to remain in bed for many
weeks.
The new burden acted as a stimulant
upon the boy. He was up early in the
morning and made the breakfast and
cleaned up the rooms. He then ar¬
ranged medicines qssd a cold lunoheon
on the table alongside of the bed and
then went up into the street to look
for employment. An entire month
passed, and then inspired by a happy
thought he presented himself one
morning before the proprietor of one
of the great restaurants of the city.
The proprietor said: “I’m afraid
you’re too young, my son, but you
might go down stairs and see the head
chef. He attends to that part of the
business.” Jamsey was encouraged
by the manner if not the matter of the
speech and went to the great kitchen
beneath the dining hall. The chef
had just come in, a handsome, black
mustacbed,rosy-cheeked looked said: Alsatian, who
at the boy and “Well,
what is it?”
Jamsey sa d: “I’d like to be a cook
here, sir."
The chef smiled and said in his own
language: “What a dear little fellow."
then in English, “Can you cook?”
in Happily for Jamsey he responded
French, “I think I can cook as
well as most men, sir. I'd like to
have you try me.”
His native tongue aroused the chef’s
interest. He said, “You speak my
language."
“Yes,” said Jamsey, “I speak some
French.”
“t)o you speak German?" asked the
chef.
"Yes,” said Jamsey.
“Can you cook in French and Ger¬
man styles?” Jam'seJ-,
“Yes,” said proudly.
“Well, you are a brave boy, and I’ll
try you, anyhow. You go over there
to that stove and cook me some lamb
chops in some Frenoh way and also in
some German way, and if they are
all right I’ll engage you."
Jamsey went to work in a hurry.
The other oooks looked on amused by
the boy’s enthusiasm, He picked
out a German sauce which he had
learned from Frau Mueller and im¬
proved upon himself. For the other
dish he made a special sauce which
the cooking professor had taught him.
They were about finished, and he
had raised the saucepan containing
one, when a clumsy soullion going
past, either by accident .or through
mischief, ran against him, and the
contents of one saucepan went into
the other.
It had no more than happened when
the chef reappeared from some other
part of the great establishment below
stairs. He walked over to where the
speeohless boy stood and said:
“Hallo, that’s a handsome aanoe. I
don’t remember ever having seen it.”
He took the large spoon whioh was in
it and stirred it. The stirring gave a
finish to the mixture, whioh made it
very attractive To the eye. It was of
a rich green, with a wonderful per¬
fume and a smooth, velvety exterior
that was very appetising. The chef
raised the spoon and tasted it,smaoked
his lips and said:
“My sob, that is the best sanoe I
have tasted in ten years. Yon can
put on your cap and apron and go to
work now, and I am very glad to get
so promising an assistant in my
kitchen.”
The sanoe has been made many hun¬
dred times in that restaurant since
then and is as popular as ever.
in Jamsey has risen looked to he the second
command and is up tS by all
the other employes of the house, and
Frau and presides Mueller has left Bivington street
over a very pretty flat
near Central park, where Jamsey makes
his home.
Really Unkind.
Chollie—Do you know, one of those
phrenologist fellows told me that my
head was almost an exaot reprodnotion
of Henry Clay’s?
Maud—What a hollow mockery!—
Cincinnati Enquirer.
Simple Cure Jot flout.
Potatoes, it seems, are a cure fov
who gout. live The working people in Ireland,
suffer from chiefly on the potato,, never
this dreadful complaint
THE TURKISH EMPIRE.
EXTRAORDINARY VARIETY OF RACES
THE SULTAN MISRULES.
Because of Clashing Creeds It Is Doubt¬
ful Whether It Is Possible to Make Tur¬
key a Land of Peace and Harmony—Al¬
banians Dress Richly, but Hate Soap.
Owing to the extraordinary variety
of races and creeds over which the
Sultan of Turkey rules, his difficulties
are almost insurmountable; and it is
doubtful whether he or anyone else
will ever euooeed in making Turkey
a laud of peace and harmony.
There are no fewer than seven main
divisions of races in the European and
Asian provinces. In Europe both the
Greeks and Albanians are as numer¬
ous as the Ottoman Turks, each con¬
tingent numbering about 1,300,000,
according to the best authorities. Con¬
stantinople itself has just as diversified
a mixture as the kingdom generally;
and only 385,000 of its 875,000 inhab¬
itants aro Mussulmans, the Greeks
numbering 153,000 and the Armenians
150,000. But in Asia there are twice
as many Ottomans as all other races
put together. The Turks proper con¬
sist of Ottomans, Yurouks and Turko¬
mans. Tho names have something
terrible in their very sound to us; but
travelers unite in describing the Ot¬
tomans as honorable and humane men,
although they can fight when it comes
to blows. The Turkomans live a pas¬
toral life, while the Yurouks are no
madio and therefore not easily sub¬
jected to law.
Although the Greeks and the Alba¬
nians are regarded as belonging to the
same Graeco-Latin race, the latter are,
for the most part, Mussulmans. Some
of the Albanians are Roman- Catholics
and others are of the Greek church,
and the two slightly divergent sects
hate each other as cordially as Par-'
nellites and anti-Parnellites. But,
whatever the form of faith, they pre¬
fer robbery as a means of livelihood to
any time they other industry. At the same
and make are of a fine physical type
splendid soldiers; but they
treat their women like oxen, and, al¬
though they dress in rich clothes of
the fashion of the Scottish Highlands,
they it have a horror of soap. In fact,
is said that they put on their clothes
once for all and never take them off.
In the event of war, the Albanians
would probably fight for the Sultan.
The Greeks have not penetrated very
far inland, but have scattered them¬
selves along the coast of both Euro¬
pean and Asiatic Turkey, where they
are always on the look-out to put
money in their purse. Together with
the Jews and the Armenians, they do
the nearly all the trading and banking of
country, and make a very good
thing out of it. In spite of the Sul¬
tan’s misrule, the Greeks immigrate
in increasing numbers every year,
which makes one think that they
be a singularly imprudent people.
Armenians and their exterminators,
the Kurds, are both sprung from a
Persian stock. The Kurds live in the
mountains, and are not precisely the
kind of people one would care to set
about reforming. Some say there are
an even million of them; others say
there are over two millions. They
keep the Saltan in perpetual hot
water, being very bad Moslems. But
they slaying are very entertaining, chiefly in
Armenians and stealing their
neighbors’ goods. When not thus en¬
gaged they rear cattle, sheep and
their goats; and they differ in no way from
ancestors, as described by Xeno¬
phon. Armenia was a portion of
Western Asia, between the Caspian
sea and Asia Minor, but it has suf¬
fered the fate of Poland, and the Ar¬
menians are now almost as scattered
as the Jews. They number about two
and a half millions, and are intelligent
people, with a particular talent for
trade and banking. The Kurds
probably Turks, and fight on the side of the
we all know what side the
Armenians would take.
The Semetio race has many families
in Turkey. There are the Hebrews,
who, persecuted everywhere, took ref¬
uge in Turkey; the Greek church Mar
onites, who are the deadly fbes of
their neighbors, the Druses; the
Druses, of the Mahometan faith, brave
and temperate men, who take neither
wine nor tobaooo, and who detest the
Msronites; the Chaldeans, who detest
the Maronites; the Chaldeans, who
are Christians of a sort; the Arabs, of
whom there are fonr or five millions,
and who, though holding the same re¬
ligious views as the Sultan, are his in¬
veterate enemies, and the Syrians.
Then there is the fine raoe of Cir¬
cassians, who are differentiated from
m». .4 of the other inhabitants by the
fact that they work for a living; the
Lazes andethe gypsies. It is supposed
that, in the event of war, the Lazes
and Circassians, a as well as the Tar
tars, Yurouks and Turkomans, would
support the Sultan and his Ottoman
subjects, while the Albanians and the
Knrds stight, but probably would not,
oppose hvtn.—St. James Gazette.
" Hope Deferred.
*
“I’m afraid,” said the Arctio ex¬
plorer, “we Von’t find the North Pole
this trip.”
“Guess not,” replied his shivering
companion, “we’ll have to state that
the discovery has been postponed on
account of the weather.”
Time for Saftftfcal operations.
tal 1^ operations, regard to the best time for capi¬
a writer in Gaillard’a
Journal states that in following the
course of such cases and of various
operators for a number of years in the
hospitals of a large city, it seemed
that the early morning hour presented
many night’s advantages—that is, a good
rest, attained artificially if
necessary, an empty stomach, the pa¬
tient all ready for anaesthesia upon
awakening, is the fear and dread of what
coming being crowded into the few¬
est possible moments, the whole day
with active attendants constantly mov¬
ing about and alive to every demand
of the patient, etc., area few of the
points which seem to recommend au
early hour ; on the other hand, it is
not to be denied that it may be a
source of greater task upon the sur¬
geon’s powers, especially if he be con¬
cerned and anxious, as conscientious
men always must be in regard to capi¬
tal operations, and if this anxiety in¬
terferes with the operator’s sleep.
Even with this disadvantage, however,
the operator is capable of doing really
better work before he has become tired
and annoyed by the various demands
upon him during the early hours of
the day. Consequently, those who
have operated extensively in the early
morning hours never volunteer any
afternoon operations. —New York Trib¬
une.
Water Can Hit Hard.
Landsmen who are slow to realize
the tremendous force of the sea had
an objeot lesson ashore in New York the
other day when five large tanks, built
to contain 120,000 pounds of soap, bat
temporarily filled with water, and
situated on the fourth floor of a large
building on West Fifty-seoond street,
New York, collapsed and completely
wrecked the whole structure, killing
three meu and doing a large amount
of damage. The tanks were each fif¬
teen feet high and about thirteen feet
diameter, and contained 161,703
pounds of water, but the floors and
supporting beams proved inadequate
to stand the strain. A wave of the
dimensions of one of these tanks is,
not at all unusual at sea, and when
such a wave breaks on a vessel’s deck
the force of the blow can only be
estimated by the amount of damage it
does in spite of the elasticity Of the
water beneath the vessel to ease her
in receiving the shock. When the
city firemen state that a stream from
a hose under fifty pounds pressure
will cut through any ordinary brick
wall, the force of the sea in a gale
may be, Journal. perhaps, better im&gined.—
Marine
A Big Panther Which Screamed.
Farmers residing iu the vicinity of
Livingston Manor, N. Y., are in fear
of a big “panther” which has been
roaming about developed the hillside for some
time and has a fondness for
spring lamb.
His last appearance shows a more
depraved taste. While Milton Ward,
Oharles Bose and Wesley Edwards
were riding through the woods. near
the Eastman estate a few evenini
ago the animal, they say, sprang
front of the team of horses uttering;
they say, a “blood curdling scream.'*
The animal crouohed in the road for a
few moment slashing the ground with
its long tail. Then it leaped over a
barbed wire fence and hid in tha
thioket.
The horses ran away and were close¬
ly followed by the beast, whioh every
once in a while gave “unearthly
soreams. ” Just as the team neared
the Eastman place and were being
subdued the panther, whioh was fol¬
lowing close upon them, uttered an¬
other terrible scream and vanished np
the mountain.—New York Herald.
Coatljr Ballast.
Five hundred dollar ore is not com¬
monly used for repairing railroad
grades, but 040,000 was dumped on
the Gulf traok near the Arkansas
river, near Pueblo, a few days ago,,
says the Denver Post. The ore was
in three earloads consigned to tha
Pueblo smelter from Greede, and was
turned over to the Philadelphia "smel¬
ter because the former plant was un¬
dergoing repairs.
A carload of cinders and these three
oars of ore were hauled out on the
Gulf traoks, and a section foreman,
mistaking the entire four for refuse,
proceeded to strew it along the right
of the way. loss A day or two elapsed before
of tho ore was discovered, and
the excitement that resulted may be
readily imagined. When it was found
that the ore had been put on high
ground and that water had fortunate¬
ly not reached it and washed it away,
the rejoicing of the railroad and smel¬
ter men was pleasing to behold.
Praotically all of the valuable stuff,
was gathered up and saved.
Boycott in Many Language*.
A Petersburg newspaper, Tht
Petersffurgskaya Gazeta, in referring
to the captain’s recent death, remarks
that not only have words derived from
his name been adopted into French,
(boycotter); (boikottiren); Dutch, (boycotten); Ger¬
man, and other Euro¬
pean languages, to express a syste¬
matic “cold shouldring,”but that tha
term has even made its way into Rus¬
sia in the shape of boycottirovat, (to
boycott), substantive). boycottirovunie, (boycotting,