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THE KNIGHT IN SILVER MAIL.
She left the needle in the rose
And put her broidery by,
And leaning from her casement tall
She hear| the owlets cry.
The purple* ky was thick with stars,
And in the moonlight pale
She saw come riding from the wood
A knight in silver mail
His plume was like the snowy foam
That wreathes the roaring tide,
i The glory of his golden locks
His helmet could not hide.
She took the lily from her breast
(Like hers, its beauty frail),
And dropped it as he rode beneath—
The knigh t in silver mail.
About her gown of crimson silk
She drew a mantle dark.
She saw the stately castle towers
Uprising from the park,
And on the lake the mated swans
Asleep in shadow, sail,
But left it all to follow him,
The knight in silver mail.
** Oh, I would see thy face, my love,
Oh, I would see thy face!
Why dost thou keep thy visor down?
It is a lonely place. ’’
His voice was like the hollow reeds
That rustle in the eale;
’Tis lonelier in my castle,” said
The knight in silver mail.
He let his steed go riderless,
He took her by the hand
And led her over brake and briar
Into a lonesome land.
** Oh, are they headstones all a-row
That glimmer in the vale?”
“ My castle walls are white.” replied
The knight in silver mail.
“ So close unto thy castle doors
Why buriest thou the dead?”
4 ‘ For ten long years I’ve slept with them ‘
Ah, welcome home!” he said.
He clasped her dainty waist around,
And in the moonlight pale
Upraised his visor, and she saw
The knight in silver mail.
At dawn her father’s men-at-arms
Went searching everywhere,
And found her with the churchyard dews
A-sparkle in hair.
And lo! a sight to make the bes -
And bravest of them quail:
Beside her in the tangled grass
skeleton in mail.
— Century.
SELENI
One April morning, while the sun was
shining down in Silver City, Seleni and her
father came slowly into town. There was
snow still in the mountains—many feet
of snow—but it had melted in the valley,
and the wooden pavements of the little
mining camp were as dry as though it
was in July.
Over in Hallelu'ah Gulch a great
strike had been made, and numbers of
prospectors thronged the streets and
stood in groups on every corner. One
rough miner turned and looked after
Seleni and her father and the old hand
organ.
“This ’ere’s a city, now, boys!” he
cried. “Just look at the organ-grinder
come to town.”
“Give us a toot, old man!” called out
a second miner.
“Let him alone, boys,” said a third.
“He is blind.”
JSeleni led her father down'the nar
row street, and piloted him safely
through the noisy crowd. As she turned
a corner she spied an unpretending res
taurant. v;v
“Dinner 50 cents,” the sign read, nnd
she paused before the open door.
“We’ll go in an’ git some dinner, dad;
I’m fearful hungry.”
She led her father to one of the small'
tables and slipped the organ from his
back. Then she drew an old bandana
handkerchief from her pocket and un
tied one coiner. A little roll of nickels
dropped out on the table.
“Got enough, Seleni?” asked her
father, anxiously.
His quick ears had caught the click of
the coins.
“Lots,” said Seleni, shortly.
She hastily tied up the money, and
going to the counter, ordered dinner for
her father, and/or herself only a bowl
of mush and milk.
“I was pretty near starved, ” said the
old organ grinder, as he ate his roast
beef with a good relish. “H’aint the
meat real good, Seleni:”
“Bet your life!” answered Seleni,
calmly taking a sip of milk.
“And the tomatoes, and the rice pud
din’,” added her father.
“ fes, dad, but don’t stop to talk,”
said Seieni.
. Seleni soon finished her own simple
dinner, and leaned back in the still,
wooden chair. Two miners neat by
looked up admiringly. Seleni’s eyes were
large and black, as had been those of her
Italian mother, who had died when she
was born. Heavy braids of blue-black
hair were wound around her head, and
her cheeks and lips were crimson. Her
old straw hat was tied down with a faded
ribbon; her dark blue dress was stained
and shabby. r-he wore a blanket shawl
around her slender shoulders.
“We’ve had a splendid dinner, iiain’t
we?” said her father, rising and taking
the organ on his back.
Seleni paid the restaurant keeper, and
tied up her few nickels that remained.
Then she took her lather’s arm and led
him to the corner of the street.
“We'll stop uDd piay here, dad.”
Her father patiently began to turn the
crank of the old organ, Seleni stood
beside him and eagerly scanned the faces
of the passers-by. hew seemed to think
the music was worth paying for. A lady
gave Seleui a 10-cent piece, and a miner
carelessly tossed a quarter toward them.
But their supper and a night’s lodging
were to be paid lor. and very few nickels
were left in the bandana hankercliief.
It grew late at last. The organ grinder
had now played through all his tunes.
“You are tired, dad. ’ said Seleni, as
her father paused. “We’ll go and find a
place to *l< ep.”
“We don t want no supper, do we,
Se'eni? We had such a hearty dinner."
“ i es. dad,” said Seleni, faintly.
“And it was late, too,” added the old
man. “It must ha’ been most 1 o’clock."
“Be you hungry, dad, ' asked 6< eui,
anxiously looking into his face.
“Not a mite,” answered her father,
very cheerfully. “And s pose I play a
little longer. ’Taint dark yet, is it?
Bet’s walk alougl”
They turned a corner aud found them
selves on a side street in a quiet -neigh
borhood. There were lace curtains at
the windows of some of the small cabins.
An open door gave a glimpse of a bright
Brussels carpet.
Suddenly a young girl appeared at a
window and, raising the sash, very care
lessly tossed out into the street a beau
tiful but withered bouquet of liot-house
flowers. Seleni quickly glanced up at
the lady, who was young and had fair
hair. This much she remembered al
ways. The bouquet rolled to the youug
girl’s fefit, then stopped. She stooped
and picked up the flowers. They were
only a little faded; some of the roses
were quite fresh and fragant. It must
have been a beautiful bouquet once.
Why did the young lady throw jt away
so soon?
It was near 7 o'clock. Seleni and her
father had paused before a large hotel.
The piazza in front was crowded with
men. Some of them gazed at the girl
who stood so patiently beside the old
organ. Her hat had slipped back and
her black hair lay in rings on her smooth,
white forehead. Seleni did not know
how pretty she was and wondered why
the men stared at her so. She knew that
she was tired and hungry. She wished
some one would toss them some money.
A young man came down the steps.
He wore a blue flannel shirt, and iiis
coat was quite as shabby as the one Sel
eni’s father wore. lie stood in front of
the organ with his hands in his pockets.
For a few moments he did not speak,
but seemed to be listening to the music.
And then his eyes fell on the flowers.
“Where did you git ’em?” he asked
suddenly.
“Found ’em,” answered Selini, quite
as shortly.
He came a step nearer, and held out
his hand.
“Let hie see ’em.”
Seleni drew back hastily.
“Pay for ’em first, i’llsell’emcheap,”
she said.
He thrust his hand still deeper into
his pocket, then tossed a silver dollar on
the top of the old organ. Then he took
the flowers, and studied them intently as
he turned the bouquet around.
“Tell me where you got’em,” he asked
pleadingly.
“Found ’em,” Seleni said again. “A
lady threw ’em out the winder.”
The young man said something under
his breath, then turned and walked away.
Seleni had seen the color come to his
face, and a hurt look in his eyes. As she
looked after him he gave the bouquet a
toss, and it fell in the muddy street, only
to be crushed the next instant by the
wheels of a passing wagon.
“Haint there enough money yet?”
asked her father, touching her arm.
“Yes, dad,” she answered. “We’ll go
and get some supper, and then we’ll find
a place to sleep.”
The little parlor of Mrs. Murphy’s
lodging house was crowded with lodgers
that evening, teleni left her father
seated contentedly in a corner and stole
quietly out at the front door. She was
so accustomed to being out of doors that
she felt suffocated in a close room.
Some one sat on the lower step with
his head resting on his hands. He
looked up and saw Seleni as she stood
hesitating'y in the doorway.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, kindly.
It was the young man who had bought
the flowers.
Seleni sank down on the steps and
drew her old blanket more closely around
her. V
“It’s cold out here,” said the young
man. “Mebbe you’d better go in.”
“1 haint cold; I’m most always out- (
doors,’’ said Seleni - • -
“Where do you say you found *e
posies.” he asked.
“A young lady throwed ’em out. She
had yeller hair. It was a house with
white curtains at the winders. I didn’t
set no price on the flowers. You needn't
hare paid me so much for ’em.”
“I don’t complain of the price; they
cost me a pile to begin with.”
“Did you give ’em to her!”
“Yes; more fool’ too.”
“They were faded some,” remarked
Seleni, consolingly. -
“Yes,” he said bitterly.. “She bad
’em twelve hours.”
His head dropped on his hands again.
“I wouldn’t care.” said Seleni, softly.
The young man glanced at her. Seleni’s
eyes were soft with sympathy; she
looked so fair in the moonlight.
“How old be you?” he asked.
“Seventeen.”
“And you travel round with your
father?”
“res; dad likes to travel. He won’t
let me do nothin’. He says he reckons
he can support me,’’said Seleni,proudly.
“Can you write?” looking eagerly into
her pretty face.
“Considerable—l was to public school
once,” answered Seleni.
“I hain’t got no edication, and I want
to get a letter writ.”
“I’ll do it.” *
“Will you, now?”
“Yes,” eagerly.
The young fellow sprang up.
“Come ou into the kitchen, then;
there’s nobody there.”
In a few minutes he had brought
Seleni a sheet of paper and pen and ink.
They were alone in the little kitchen
that was scarcely more than ashed. The
girl seated herself at the table.
“Begin ‘Darlin’ Lizzie,’” said the
youug man, leaning over her shoulder.
“Yes,” said Seleni, and in a very
cramped hand she wrote the two words.
“Tell her 1 love her; tell her I’m goin’
over to Red Mountain to-morrow, but
she can write to me. Jim Conroo'll read
me her letter. Got it all down?”
“Pretty near. Y'ou told me such an
awful lot,” said Seleni.
bhehandled the pep awkwardly.
A bright color had come to the young
man’s cheeks. Jlis hair was light,almost
golden—just the color of the young
lady's, Seleni thought. She glanced
uu >u at the letter. Would “marling
Lizzie” say yes or no?
“Got done?” said her friend. “I’ll
take it over to the po^oriice.”
lie sealed the envelope carefully and
put it ten dlv in his pocket. Then he
held out his bronzed hand.
“ ood-by. I’m much obliged to you.
If I don't never see you again I wish you
good luck.”
As he passed Selem’s chair a silver
dollar dropped into her lap.
The next April Seleni and her father
found themselves once more crossing
lied Mountain on their way to Silver
ity. Seleni hid grown a little taller,
lxit she looked much the same. Her
uress was still shabby, and a forlorn felt
hat replaced the old black straw. But
her lips and cheeks were crimson’ with
exercise and health. As they came into
view of the town they passed a group of
miners who were out prospecting. One
of them shade 1 his eyes with his hands
and looked steadily at Seleni.
“Give us a tune!” he called out to the
organ-grinder, aud the old man obedi
ently set down his organ and began to
turn the crank.
Then the young miner came slowly to
ward Seleni and held out his hand. The
girl knew him at a glance,and her black
eyes grew bright with pleasure.
“1 didn’t get no answer,” he whis
pered.
Seleni looked sorry; then a curious
gladness came to her eyes.
“Hain’t you seen her?” she asked.
“Ao,”answered the young naan; “she
doesn’t live here no more.”
“I’m very sorry,” said the girl; “I
writ it plain.”
“’Twasn’tyou fault.”
Then he iookeu at her admiringly.
“S’pose I eome to see you to-night?”
The old organ-grinder took up las
burden again, and as they moved away
Seleni smiled over her shoulder at the
young man with fair hair,'who looked
after her as he leaned lightly on his
pick.
A month later a priest at Silver City
married them.
Seleni was very happy in her new
home. There were no lace- curtains at
the cabin windows, for her husband was
but a poor prospector, with only his
youth and hope.
One evening during the winter Seleni’s
husband came home, and as he seated
himself by the stove, drew a yellow en
velope from his pocket. It was old and
worn by much handling,aud boro numer
ous post marks,
“What is it:” asked.Seleni, quickly.
“An old letter fur me,” answered hei
husband. “They said it had bin foller
in’ me round everywhere. I hain’t been
in one place long the past year. I guess
it ain’t much good now. S’pose you read
it.”
Seleni took the letter and tore open the
envelope. There were only a few lines.
It began “Darling Jim” and was
signed “Your own Lizzie.” It stated
that the writer would marry him at any
time.
“Don’t look so!” cried her husband,
as Seleni grew deadly white.
She did not speak, but stood perfectly
still with tlie letter clutched in her hand.
But her husband threw his strong arms
around her.
“I’m glad I didn’t get it!” he cried.
“Don’t you know I love you best? No
body can't take your place now.”—•
St. Louis Star Sayings.
The Gentle Bloodhound.
“There’s a great deal of’nonsense in
the Northerner’s abhorrence of the blood
hound,” said a Southern gentleman to a
New York Telegram reporter. “He’s
not at all a ferocious animal. There is
really no difference between him and the
fox, stag or other hounds save in train
ing.
“The true bloodhound, the old South
ern hound, is the Talbot. The hound
of that breed is tall and large, larger
than the fox hound, broad chested, and
utters a deep bay. He has a good, what
might be tailed a dignified, face. He’s
tremendously slow in chase (even a good
walker can keep up with him if the run
is long), but his scent is something won
derful. He’ll follow a trail twelve or
fourteen hours old, and through herd
after herd of animals like the one he’s
after. -
“But if blood of some other animal is
spilled across the trail, then he's gone;-
the blood confuses ]£u and throws him
off. It is from this, and the fact that he
will follow a wounded animal as accu
rately by the blood as the track, that he
gets his name, not from any peculiar
ferocity. ‘
“The Talbot used to be trained on the
English and Scottish borders to pursue
cattle thieves and other marauders.
These sleuth-hounds, as they were called
there, are still kept in some of the big
deer parks in the north of England.
“There is a dog in the South called
the Cuban bloodhound that was some
times employed in hunting down slaves,
and is, perhaps, found among the packs
used in following escaped convicts. It
is not a bloodhound, however, but a
cross of mastiff and bulldog. It’s scent
ing is poor beside that of the true blood
hound; it is good for nothing but to hunt
men, and is fierce and bloodthirsty. Tho
Spaniards trained it in the first place to
hunt Indians, and afterward followed
runaway slaves with it. It has stolen the
bloodhound’s name and given them its
reputation.
‘‘The big Russian greyhound, which
has a cross of bulldog, can taught to
follow men like a bloodhound.”
( Sandstorm in the Red Sea.
The steamer Glenshiel, which has ar
rived at New York from Yokohama and
other Eastern ports with a cargo of
711,003 packages, or 5200 tons, of tea,
reports a curious experience which she
encountered in the Bed £ea, but which
is by no means unknown to voyagers in
those waters. Her log says that on
leaving the Perin Islands the atmosphere
was so crowded with sand-dust that it
was necessary to run at a low rate of
speed. When half way up the sea a
sandstorm of such violence was experi
enced that the greatest difficulty was
found in making any headway at all.
The sand sifted like tine snow through
every crevice, filled every dish of food,
and covered everything with a gritty
coating. At the same time its clouds
were so thick and impenetrable that one
could not see two ship lengths ahead of
the vessel. This state of things Listed
for eight hours, but Snez was reached
at length, and the vessel arrived at Port
Said next morning. — New York Times.
A Noiseless Clock.
A curiously considerate invention has
been produced by a Frenchman in the
shape of a noiseless clock, for use more
especially in sick rooms. In place of
the usual pendulum, the hands are set in
motion by the unrolling of a chain, the
.end of which is fastened to a buoy,float
ing in a tank of fluid. Thin fluid escapes
at a uniform rate, and can be utilized to
j feed a btrnpwick, thus giving the ap
! paratus the double character of clock and
lamp. When the lamp is lighted, the
necessary diminution of liquid takes
place by combustion, at other times by
carefully regula’ed dropping. —ikimcc
i and Art.
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’ BUDGET OF FUV.
humorous sketches from
VARIOUS SOUK-KS.
f- . *
Oil© to the Mosquito—An Apprecia
tive Listener—He Was \ ary
Green—The Cemetery of '
Wit, Etc., Etc.
He presented his bill,
And I could not evade it;
In valley, on hill.
He presented his bill, ,-i
With stinging ill-will;
And with blood, sir, I paid it.
He presented his bill,
Aud I could not evade it.
— Life.
An Appreciative Listener.
Miss Ilolsoule (who is not a thorough
musician) —“What a beautiful piece the
orchestra is playing now!”
Professor Sncidberger—“Dot! Vv.
dot vas “Chonny-getcher-goon!”
Miss Holsoule—“I think those old
German melodies are perfectly entranc
ing”— Time. .
He Was Very Green.'
Walking m the wildwood. ~ She
(roguishly;—“Augustus, what tree am
I likes”
Augustus “You are like the white
birch, darling—the fairest of trees, the
emblem of purity. And now, sweet,
what tree am I like?”
She (demurely)—“The evergreen.”—
Burlington Free Press.
The Cemetery of Wit. ?£:
She (in the humorist’s sanctum) —“This
enormous scrap-book of clippings, Mr.
Jokem—why have you labeled it ‘The
Chestnut Burr’?”
Jokem—“Because I open it in order to
find out what not#to write.” — Judge.
How Reconcile These Things?
• Small Boy—“ Say, pa! teacher said to- ;
day, ‘study hard, boys, time flies.’”
Father—“ Very true, my son.”
Small Boy—“ Well, and a little while
after he said, ‘time leaves foot prints.’
Now, pa, how can ‘time’ leave footprints
if it flies?”— Judge. _ ..
Rarbed. Wire as a Toilet Article.
‘Woman (to tiamp)—“Why don’t ye
buy your food ’stead o’, begging it?”
Tramp—“M£(lam, I’m too poor to buy
even tooth picks.”
Woman—“ That so? What d’ye do
for tooth-picks?”
Tramp—“l have to use barbed wire
fences.”— New York Sun. - . •
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A Correct Dictum.. . -
Jones—“ What’s the matter with your
face, Charley?” •
Charley—“l’ve just been shaved.” ~
Jones—“ Well, the man who hacked
you in that way must be one of the big
gest fools on earth.”
Charley (earnestly) - “He is, Jones—
He is; I shaved myself.”— Life.
Mr. Poscyboy’s Undesired Relation
ship.
Miss Travis—“ Mr. Poseyboy, may I
ask how many sist rs you have:”
Poseyboy— “Eleven. ”
Miss Travis—“ Goodness gracious, Mr.
Poseyboy! It can’t be possible !”
Poseyboy—“Why, yes, Miss Travis!
There’s my own sister and ten other
girls who have promised to be sisters to
me,”; — Burlington Free Press. »_ , .
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> Too Much Shortening*.
Miss Rural (watching the promenaders)
“Who is that curious little man—al
most a dwarf?”. --.'JE: -
Mrs.'Metropole (shocked) —“Why, my
dear, that's Hubert High ife. He's the
very supper crust.” •
Miss Rural “He is? Then they put
in a great deal too much shortening.”
They Had Met Before. ; '
He (at the health resort, tenderly)—“l
think 1 have met you before, Miss Smith;
you face is very familiar.”
She (coldly)—“Yes, sir; and those
goods that you warranted would wash 1
tried to give away to my maid.”
And then the silence became so wide
and solemn that you could hear them
pumping gas into the mineral springs.—
Li fe-
She Turned the Other Cheek, c
Wiggles—“ Arabella, darling, may I
kiss you?”
Arabella—‘Wes, sweetest, but kiss me
on the left cheek, please.”
Wiggles (doing so) —“And may I ask.
dearest, why the left cheek:”
Little Brother (poking his head
through the door) —“Because Jack
Waggles has been kissing her right cheek
all the afternoon and it’s tired.”
The engagement is not yet announced.
i He Did Not Know the Ropes.
? Foreman —“Here, Charlie, three of the
men are going to work over time to
night, and 1 want you to run out and
get a little lunch for them.”
Charlie (at lunch counter, a few minutes
later) —“I want six ham sandwiches, six
pieces of mince pie, and a dozen cream
tarts.”
Horrified Old Gentleman (who is un
familiar with lunch counter methods)
“Really, my dear young friend, are you
sure you need quite as much as that?”—
Harper's Bazar. . <*
r Honesty is the Best Policy.
“And so you have brought my beauti
ful Alphonse home, have you, like an
honest man, instead of keeping him
yourself, as you might easily have done?’’
said the delighted lady, as she fondled
the poodle. “Were you not tempted to
keep the darling creature?”
“No, mum,” replied the incorruptible
man, as he pocketed tho-$5 reward. “It
weren’t no temptation. I couldn’t have
soid his hide for two bits at this season
of the year, mum.”— Chicago Tribune.
An American Fable.
A hen who had hatched out a quantity
of ducklings, relates a cynical modern
yfisop, was somewhat surprised one day
to see them take to water and sail away
out of her jurisdiction. \The more she
thought of this the more unreasonable
such conduct appeared and the more in
dignant she became. She resolved that
it must cease forthwith. So she soon
afterward convened her brood and con
ducted them to the margin of a hot
pool, having a business connection with
a boiling spring. They straightway
launched them-elves for a cruise—re
turning immediately to the land as if
they had forgotten their ship's papers.
Moral- When callow youth exhibits an
eccentric tendency give it to him red
hot.
Stabbed in the Dark. _
“Martha,” asked a wild-eyed man,
emerging from a dark and lonely closet
with a hurried tread, an ill-dissembled
air of composure thinly cloaking a state
of chaotic anxiety, “what is in that high
shouldered, square, black bottle with a
short neck, on the third shelf ?” # “Ker
osene liniment for grandpa’s rheuma
tism,” replied the good wife. “Why?”
“Oh, nothing,” he answered, carelessly,
as one who had just swallowed an earth
quake in the dark. “Nothing; it wasn’t
labeled, and I thought it might be some
thing dangerous.” They said no more,
but in a down town drug store a man of
sorrrowful countenance sat a long time
that night eating raw quinine out of a
saucer with a spoon, trying to get a
strange, foreign looking taste opt of his
mouth, which, he said, had crept in
there unawares.— Burdette.
Our Eastern Boundaries.
Miss Hartseu was not a particularly
apt scholar, and her recitations were sel
dom satisfactory. She was sure to
stumble, and oftentimes at the most
simple questions? In the geography
lesson, one day, she was asked:
“How are the United States bounded
on the east?”
Miss Hartsen hesitated. In another
moment the question would have passed
to the next, when a schoolmate in the
form behind whispered:
“The Atlantic Oceau.”
Miss Hartsen brightened up, and in
proud confidence answered, in her best
voice:
“The Land o’ Goshen.”
The surprised “what?” of the teacher
aud the merrifnent of the scholars caused
Miss Hartsen to suspect that she had
made a mistake; but she didu’t imp r ove
matters by explaining:
“Well, that’s what Miss Sharply told
me, anyway.” —Chicago Tribune.
Prettv Sharp Legerdemain!- .
A few months since a man called in a
British’tavern and asked tlie company
if they would like to witness a conjuring
trick. As the man looked cold and
hungry the landlord gave consent, and
stated that he knew a few tricks himself.
The man placed three hats on the table,
then asked the landlord for three pieces
of bread. When these were given to
him he said he could not proceed till he
got three pieces of cheese. When these
were brought he placed one piece of
bread and chee-e in each hat. Now for
the trick. The man rolled up his shirt
sleeves, unbuttoned his collar, and
stated that he would eat the three pieces
of bread and cheese, then bring all un
der one hat. When he had eaten two
pieoes he declared he could not proceed
unless he had a drink. A pint of milk
was now brought him, and the other
piece soon disappeared.
“Now, gentlemen, which hat must I
brihg it under?”
A hat was pointed to, and the fellow
quickly placed the hat upon his head
and left the astonished men.
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A Catskills Snake CharfiierT
“Gingle” Shulti is a snake charmer
and general reptile destroyer in the Cats
kills, in the vicinity of the little hamlet
of Chichester, N. Y. A short time ago
“Gingle’s” boy was up on the mountain
back of the place, and he heard a “rat
tler” close to him. The rattle came from
a hole near the stump of a tree. The
boy hurried down the mountain and in
formed “Gingle,”' who said; “Go git
yer tin whistle and I’ll get the accor
d:OD, en’we’li go up there.” In a short
time the two arrived at the rattler § hole
and sat down near it, “Gingle” striking
up “Way Down on the Suwanee
River” on the accordeon, the boy accom
panying him on the tin whistle. Pres
ently they heard the snake’s rattles, and
they played stronger and louder. Then
came,more rattles, and the snake’s head
appeared at the mouth of the hole.
Father and son watched the reptile close
ly and continued playing until the en
tire snake appeared. Then “Gingle”
moved o!f sideways, the boy following,
both intending to kill the snake, but
suddenly they saw the reptile whip th
end of his tail around a stout twig and
then slide out of his skin and disappear
into the hole, leaving the skin on the
ground. This satisfied “Gingle” that
the snake would not appear again, so he
took the skin with him. It having be
come the property of Mr. George I).
Chichester he lias sent it to the scientific
department of Yassar Brothers’ Institute
at Poughkeepsie. It is four feet in
length, and at the. middle is two and a
half inches in circumference. It is as
soft as gossamer and shines like silk.
There is not a particle of odor of tuny
kind about it, and it would make a
splendid necktie for a first-class dude.
The head, mouth, and eyes are perfect,
and only a little bit of the tail is gone.
In color the whole skin is a very light
drab. The snake had simply shed its
coat, and “Gingle’s” accordeon and his
boy’s tin whistle no doubt hastened tho
feat. — New York Times.
Geronimo’s Scalping-Knife.
Since Colonql Lucas has displayed so
many curious and Indian relics in his
show windows, others have searched
around their possessions of pioneer days
anil brought forth relics, some of them
equal in historical interest to the relics
of the Colonel. One in particular is in
teresting, it consisting of a scalping
knife, now the property of Mr. Braun
hart, and said to have been the identical
knife with which the famous Apache
chief, Victoria, and the equally famous
Geronimo, lemoved the locks of the un
happy paleface who happened to fall in
their respective ways. The knife is about
fourteen inches long, brass-trimmed and
steel blade, with curved iron-wood
handle. There are still marks of blood
upon the blade. The knife was taken
from Geronimo in 1887,at the time of his
capture, by a scout, who presented it to
.Hr. Braunhart. Mr. Sidney P. 'Waite
' described the knife before it had been
j shown him, and says that it is the same
knife he <aw in the possession of Yic
i toria twenty-three years ago. It has an
i inleresting history, and if the gory old
blade could only spiak what a tale of
woe and bloodthirsty desolation it would
.pour forth. The knife is prized very
highly by Sir. Braunhart., who s’ays he
would not part#Vith' it for anything.—
San Bernardino ( Cal .) Index. _
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