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VOL. I.
TWO PICTURES.
I.
In the dewy morn
I wove sound the red sash for my lover’s sword,
In the of the silver bugles
Blowing merrily over the violet vales.
My red lips leaned to tho steel,
Aud kissed it for a holy cause,
And then —the lips of my lover—
And over the orchards
The music of a farewell song.
n.
In the mist-wreathed twilight
I wove the white shroud for my lover’s
sword,
In the sound of the muffled drums
Moaning over the darkened valea.
My white kissed lips leaned to the steel,
And it, and were crimsoned.
And then—the cold lips of my lover,
And over the orchards
The long, desolate Night!
—Atlanta Constitution.
THE LOST BRACELET
BY 31. ROBERTS.
“We deteotives see some queer
things,” said John Jones, an old man
who had spent his life on the secret
police; “but our life is not altogether
free from romance; and as I have
nothing to do at present, I will relate
a circumstance that occurred to me
professionally:
“Immediately'after the war it was
no small job to reopen the postoffices
in the different Southern states, and
in spite of the regulations of the post-
office department, and the vigilance
of the detective force, the amount of
mail matter lost was truly astonishing
—not only letters, money stolen, and jewelry
were mis-sent or but whole
bags of mail were carried off at a time,
aud in many instances so slyly that
the thief was never detected.
“At that time I was in the secret
service of the postoffice department,
and was stationed in the South. I was
kept move or less busy, but bad noth¬
ing of importance to see after. Most
of my w'ork consisted in finding mail
bags that had been mis-sent on account
of the ignorance or carelessness of the
mail agent.
“I had growm somewhat tired of the
monotony, when one day I received a
letter from the department at Wash¬
ington to report at one of the largest
Southern cities.
“Next day I was at th£ postoffice
there, long before the regular time of
opening; and, while waiting, I noticed
a young man about twenty-five, with
« a sandy moustache, walking up and
down the street, and looking anxiously
at the closed door of the postoffice. I
watched him some time as he passed
me in his hasty walk to and fro. At
last ho -stopped in front of me, and
asked in an angry voice:
“ ‘Are you connected with the post-
office? ’
“I answ’ered in the affirmative, and
was about to explain I was not the
postmaster, when he interrupted me.
“ ‘Will you 0 £>en this concern today
or not, is what I want to know.?.’
“I knew by his voice he was from
the Eastern states, and having traveled
considerably through the Eastern and
Middle-states, I .naked him.:
“From New England, sir?’ 1
“He looked at me a moment; his
eyes flashed, his cheeks turned red
with anger. In fact, 1 never saw a
man so angry from so slight a cause.
“‘It makes no difference where I
.
am from,’he at last said, ‘I want to
know when this swindling concern
will open, at the same time nodding
his head in the direction of the office.
“I forget my reply, but it was uot
calculated to continue so unpleasant’
a conversation, and I could not help
smiling when he, scarcely able con¬
tain his rage, walked off.
“When the office was open, I re¬
ported to the postmaster, and, af-ter
we had retired to his private office,
he said, as he pointed to the man
whom I had met in the street:
“ ‘Mr. Jones, Mr. Levy here has
lost a diamond bracelet, It was
mailed 'in Virginia and directed to
New Orleans, but it has never reached
its destination. I have done all 1 can
tlo in this matter and' now turn the
case over to you with all the facts in
my possession, ’
“The knowledge received was of no
practical use. Several mail agents had
been suspected between the point of
mailing and Now Orleans.
“‘Will you please describe the brace¬
let?’ I asked Mr. Levy.
“ ‘Yes, sir,’ he answered, as he
showed me the mate of Mae one which
was lost, ‘it was .like this,’ he said,
‘with tho word “Mary” engraved on
the inside. *
“It was the most beautiful bracelet
I had ever seen. It was a perfect
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gem; aud, as I held it in my baud, I
could not refrain from asking:
111 Why did you send such a valuable
piece of jewelry by mail?’
( i i It was the mistake of a friend,’
he answered.. ‘I directed it to be sent
by express, but letter, he, thinking it safer
by registered sent it, and you
already know the result.’
“He then broke otit in a fit of rage,
and heaped abuse upon every one con¬
nected with the department.
“I did not blame him as much then
as I did when I first met him in the
street.
“After learning all I could of the
case, and promising to telegraph to
Mr. Levy if I found the bracelet, I
started on the trail. It seemed almost
hopeless, i traced it as far South as
Charlotte, North Carolina, but there
all traces ceased.
“I examined the . receipts of the
South Carolina agent to the North
Caroliua agent, The bracelet had
been signed for by a young unmarried
man, who shortly after died, and it
was h impossible to find his books.
After remaining some time in Char¬
lotte, I went to the other end of the
road, and examined the books of the
connecting agents; but no clue could
be found. All agreed that it had been
stolen by the agent who had died, and
I was advised by my superior officers
to relinquish the search; but, being
anxious to continue it, I was allowed
one month more.
“There are several junctions on the
road, aud some offices whero mail is
given out in bags and marked for small
codntry towns and villages, I had
hoped that,on account of thenmountof
mail which at that time passed through
the bauds of the agents, it had been
overlooked, and had found its way
into the country.
‘ ‘I had but one week longer in which
to continue my search, when after’ ex¬
amining all the prominent offices along
the road, I alighted from the train at
a station, en route for a small office
twelve miles iu the interior. The
mail to it—a weekly one—was sent
direct by the mail agent.
“I hired a saddle-horse, and amused
myself with the stories of the mail
carrier, a boy of twelve or fourteen
years of age.
“Toward'noon, I arrived at a small
country inn, and, after a hasty dinner,
continued ou my journey to the post-
office, a mile and a half further on.
“It was a beautiful day. The coun¬
try was bedecked in all the beauty of
summer. The tall majestic pines,
through which my road lay, waved
their heads in the breeze, and their
heavy sighs brought to mind the days
of Marion, whose bravery has added
poetry to almost every forest iu South
Carolina.
“I was absorbed iu thought, when
suddenly the forest ceased, and the
road ran down a long hot lane; at the
bottom of .which was a large white
house, the home of the postmistress.
“ I rode along slowly, admiring the
house as I did so. It looked cool and
inviting, and it was surrounded by
mock-oranges, while here and there a
tall pine waved its head above the
surroundings, and seemed proud of
the ivy that clustered around its trunk.
“I dismounted at the gate, and
passed up the flower garden. A lady’s
hat, some small garden tools and a
book were thrown carelessly beneath
the shade of a tree, as if some girl,
weary of her ‘work of play’ and read¬
ing; bad left them to enjoy a walk
among the beautiful shrubbery.
“As I ascended the steps, I turned
to enjoy the beauty that surrounded
me, now made more grand by the voice
of the happiest of all songsters, the
mocking-bird. It seemed a -dream—a
something too beautiful and calm to
be true —a paradise—and I could not
refrain from asking myself, as I
knocked at the door of this fairy abode,
if I were not a serpent come to destroy
all its pleasure aud beauty.
“My summons was answered by a
man, who asked if I wished to see
Mary.
“I answered I had come to inquire
for a letter.
“He summoned Miss Mary, and, as
I afterward learned, her father had al¬
lowed the office to be at his bouse, to
show off bis beautiful daughter; and
she was a really beautiful girl of
eighteen, and now I can see the hap¬
py smile with which she greeted me.
“‘Please, ma’am,’ I asked, ‘is there
a letter here for John Jones?’
“I used my own name, as I knew
she had never heard of me, and I felt
for once as if my occupation was a
mean one.
“‘Jones?’ she repeated, as she
looked over a dozen letters she took
from a' small walnut box lying on a
table in the parlor. ‘Jones? No, sir;
there is none for you. There are
some for Squire Joues’ family,’ she
added, with a smile, as she held up a
letter directed ‘Miss Faunio Jones.’
i i ‘She will be glad to receive it?’ I
said, after reading the address.
“‘Yes; I know she will.. I know
who it is from, and am goingi to take
it to her Tnyself, this afternoon. You
don’t know her, do you?’
< ( < No, ma’am,’ I answered. ‘Iam
a stranger here.’
“ ‘I thought so. In fact I knew it.
Come to buy cotton, I suppose?’
“I came near being thrown off my
guard. After some hesitation I an¬
swered:
‘“I have come in search of gold.’
“‘Then you ought to see Squire
Jonqs;. there is gold on his place, they
say. ’
“ ‘I would like very much to see
him.”
“I am going orver there this after¬
noon. I will show you the way,’ she
answered, innocently.
“And, before I had time to prevent,
her light footsteps could be heard as¬
cending the stairs. Iu a few moments
she returned,talking and playing with
her father, with all the freedom of a
spoiled child.
“After talking with the colonel, her
father, for the an hour or so about the
change country had undergone by
the war, he gave his consent for me to
accompany his daughter to neighbor
Jones’.
“She retired, and in few moments
returned dressed for a ride. I will
not attempt to describe her beauiy;she
was the most lovely woman 1 ever
saw.
“ ‘I am ready now, sir,’ she said,
as she tapped her riding-dress coquet-
tishly with her whip. ‘Now, pa, a
good-bye kiss.’
“She put her arm around her
father’s neck. Oh, what a lovely
hand! But—but—
“But what?” we asked.
“Ou the arm was the bracelet I
sought.
“I felt sorry I had found it. Why
did I not relinquish the search, as my
superior officer had advised me to do?
I felt miserable. A woman, fair and
beautiful, dressed to accompauy me
on a ride, now rested on her -father’s
neck, the very picture of happiness.
“Should I pretend not to notice the
bracelet, aud ftever tell her crime?
Duty bade me do otherwise. I first
thought of arresting her then and
there, but on second thought I con¬
cluded not to notice the bracelet, and
telegraph the next day for Mr. Levy.
“I assisted her to mount her horse,
aud, as we cantered through the shady
woods and her merry voice rang out,
I felt the meanest of human beings.
She spent a pleasant evening; I, the
most miserable imaginable.
“The next day I telegraphed for
Mr. Levy, and, although I refused on
every possible plea but the right one,
I was compelled to accept the col¬
onel’s hospitable invitation to dine
with him.
‘T will pass pver -a week of mental
tovture, during which time I was the
recipient of many kindnesses from the
colonel, when, 'to* my relief, Levy ar¬
rived at the inp. anjd, as usual; raging
and swearing’ what he would do.
“I cannot describe my disgust for
the man, nor my feeling when I
mounted my horse to accompany him
to the postofiice. I made him'promise
lie would say nothing -if he saw his
lost property, and told him I would
arrest the person apon whom it migfit
Be found when I saw fit. This I in¬
tended to do in the most delicate
manner possible, and that he should
not have the satisfaction of seeing it.
^ * We arrived at the house, and were
welcomed by the colonel, who intro¬
duced his daughter to Mr. Levy.
“ ‘This is the person who has the
bracelet,’ I whispered.
“He looked at me in astonishment,
and then turned to the beautiful girl
before him.
< i t Don’t—can’t;’ he whispered. ‘I
am willing to lose it.’
“On our way back, I saw he loved
her as much as I did, aud it raised
him much in. my estimation. He
visited her the next day. and went to -
the Jones’s. When I left there, he
was enjoying the company of his new-
made acquaintance. In a month I re¬
ceived a letter from him, in which he
said:
“‘I have captured the prisoner!’
“And so he had. They were en¬
gaged, and, before the year was over,
married.
“The bracelet bad been sent there
by some mistake of the agent, and, on
account of the roughVarriage it had
received over twelve miles of country
road on horseback, tho pasteboard
box containing it was broken. When
she opened the mail bag it rolled
out. Seeing it marked “Mary,” she
thought it intended for herself. The
broken paper-box must have escaped
notice, for it was never found. She
thought it a present from an unknown
friend. She wears both bracelets
now.”—Saturday Night.
SCHLEY SLAPPED SAMPSON.
Story Told of an Old Enmity Between the
Two Commodores.
It has come to bo pretty well under¬
stood that there is an old fried be¬
tween Commodore Schley aud Bear
Admiral Sampson, the two naval offi¬
cers just now making history for
themselves and for the country.
When Schley was an ensign he was
on board ship with Sampson, then a
lieutenant, aud a difficulty occurred
between them, and ever since a grudge
has rankled in the breast of Sampson.
The difficulty, years and years ago,
originated in this way:
One day Sampson missed some
bananas which he had hung up iu the
ship to ripen. He was very angry
over the loss of the fruit and tried to
fiud the thief. Finally he came to the
conclusion that a certain marine was
the culprit and sent for him. The
marine replied indignantly that ho
had not seen the bananas and that he
was no thief.
This' infuriated Sampson, who said:
“I will punish you for lying as well
as stealing.” Sampson sent for the
druggist and gave the poor marine an
immense dose of ipecac.
Schley was ashore at the time, but
when he returned and saw the marine
suffering Schley asked Sampson who
had administered the powerful drug
that had caused the suffering of the
sailor.
Sampson told the whole incident.
The matter so incensed Schley that he
exclaimed; “No gentleman would
treat And a poor marine that way.”
Schley following the exclama¬
tion, slapped Sampson iu the face.
Then a scene. followed. Sampson
demanded satisfaction.
Schley reminded him that it was
against tho regulations for naval offi¬
cers to receive or send challenges to
fight a duel, but added: “That need
not prevent your getting satisfaction,
sir. We can both resign today and
then fight it out.”
Sampson did not resign, did not
seek satisfaction, and the matter was
dropped.—Chicago Chronicle.
Wings on These Bullets.
The usual way of imparting a rotary
motion to a bullet aud thereby mak¬
ing it steer a true course through the
air, is to make it Smooth aud to fire it
from a rifled barrel. Martin S. Cal¬
vert, an Englishman, proposes to try
to attain the same end by making the
bore smooth and putting wings to the
These wings lie- close "against
the bullet until it leaves . the muzzle.
Then they expand, and, by their ac¬
tion on' the aif, produce the necessary
rotation of the shot. The inventor
claims that he secures many advan¬
tages over the - system at present in
vogue. One is higher speed, and,
therefore, harder hitting, because
there is less friction in the gun bar¬
rel, but be appears to take no account
of the friction between the wings and
the air after the gun barrel Las been
deserted by the bullet. Other advan¬
tages claimed are that his system
keeps the gun cooler, gives it less re¬
coil, and makes the trajectory much
flatter for any given range, aud also
enables shorter and, therefore, light¬
er guns to be used. He also claims
increased range for the winged shot,
partly on account of the higher muz¬
zle velocity which they attain, aud
partly because the wings support the
weight of the projectile to some ex¬
tent w-hile it is moving through the
air. The invention is applicable to
guns of all sizes, from small-bore
fowling pieces to the heaviest cannon,
and for all kinds of shot, including
grape and canister. Any form of ex¬
plosive ordinarily employed can be
used, but the inventor prefers cordite.
The winged shot can be very easily
and could be turned out by
already existing.—Phildelphia
Record.
The Impulse Wheel
Considerable interest has been
aroused by the utilization of impulse
wheels'in some of the factories in Eu¬
rope. A large engine that was orig¬
inally built for the purpose.of supply¬
ing the needed power of the entire
factory is kept iu reserve in case of
low water. The time power is sup¬
plied by a 36-inch impulse wheel, that
makes 285 revolutions per minute and
furnishes about 40-horse power under
a head of 128 feet.
NO. 45.
ALL ABOUT HYPNOTISM.
Its East Secret Explained by a Ulstln-
Kiiisbed Journalist.
It»is strange what a mass of non¬
sense is talked about hypnotism able even
by able lawyers anti by scientists,
judging by the hypnotic will case,
writes Henry Labouchere in Loudon
Truth. The explanation is simplicity
itself. One part of the brain is the
seat of the will; another carries out
the orders of the will. The first is
the master, the latter is the master’s
clerk. After having done something
often by order of the master, the
clerk does it on his own responsibil¬
ity. Thus more than half that a person
does is performed automatically by
the clerk. If anyone raises the ball
of his eye and stares upward at some
point placed above the eye tliat level for a
certain time the nerve connects
the eye with the will portion of the
brain presses against a bone, and, be¬
coming numbed, the connection be¬
tween the master and the clerk is cut
off. The will ceases to control. If
the hypuotizer makes a suggestion to
a person in this condition the clerk
hears the suggestion and proceeds to
fulfill it to the best of his ability, and
without the controlling influe: co of
the will. Should a person be fre¬
quently hypnotized the clerk more
readily obeys these external sugges¬
tions. But no amount of hypnotiza-
tion will create a condition under
which the subject is permanently un¬
der the control of the liypnotizer. He
must be present and his suggestions
must reach the clerk either through
the eye or through the ear.
The cutting off all connection with
the will by maintaining the connec¬
tion with the executive portion of the
brain may, however, possibly be done
by an individual on a large crowd,
although precisely how it is done is
not known. For instance, I once
knew a Senator Douglas who was a
prominent man in politics some forty
years ago. He represented the state
in which Joe Smith, the inventor of
Mormonism, was supposed to have
worked miracles. I remember dis¬
cussing the matter with him, and Le
said: “I have no doubt that Joe
Smith never did remove a mountain,
but I know thousands of men in my
the state mountain who are convinced that they saw her
move, and whom
amount of discussion can shake in
their belief.” The only explanation
of this is that the crowd who imagined
that they witnessed the moving moun¬
tains must have been under some sort
ot hypnotic suggestion.
After all there is nothing very won¬
derful in hypnotism. When a person
is asleep the controlling will is cut
off from tho brain. Yet the brain
automatically works, and this is the
cause of all dreams. Now, whisper
into the ear of the sleeper some story
and when he awakes he will say that
he has dreamt it, but while asleep he
believed in the reality of the story.
A Tricky Butcher.
“The greatest bnsiness mind I ever
ran up against was possessed by the
former proprietor of a meat market
out in Germantown,” said a street car
conductor the other day as his car
was waiting ou Front street, “This
butcher had a fine, squeaky voice,
which you could hear a block away.
Tricky? Yes, that’s just what you
would call it, I used to watch him
some times when he was waiting on
customers,-and it was positively ainus-
iug to see the apparent ease with
which he would make a two pound,
steak weigh apparently three or more
pounds. He would take a couple of
pounds of meat and throw would it ou the
scales so that the pointer show
four pounds, and then take it off be¬
fore the scales could register the true
weight. ‘There’s just four pounds
exactly,’ he would say to the customer
in that squeaky voice of liis, and then
continue with the statement quickly
made, ‘Four times twelve is fifty-
eight,; call it sixty, ’ and unless the
customer was watching him closely
he would nlways get even change.
He was iu the meat business only a
few years and amassed a competency.
Then he left it. What worries me is
how he is going to get along now.
I understand he is now in the real es¬
tate business, and I woncler how be
works it when lie sells a piece of land.
The scales won’t help him much there.
—Philadelphia Record.
A' new carriage step the is formed of a
fixed rod attached to wagon body,
on which a sliding shank supp- rting
the step is held in place by a pin, the
step portion being turned inward
when driving to prevent the wheels
from throwing mud on it.