Daily Greencastle Banner and Times, Greencastle, Putnam County, 3 April 1897 — Page 2

THE DAtLY BANNER TIMES, GREENCASTLE, INDIANA.

TWO TRUTHS. '“Darling." h<* saiii "I novpr m^ant To hurt you," and his eyps were wot. “1 would not hurt you for the world. Am 1 to blame if 1 forget?" “Forgive my selfish tears." she cried, “Forgive. I kuew that It was not Because you meant to hurt me, sweet— 1 knew It was that you forgot." But all the same, deep in her heart Itankled this thought, and rankles

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"When love is at its best, one loves So much that he cannot forget.” —Helen Hunt Jackson.

^,9 3 •* J i 3 * * »-9 5 3 s * * i C •* * 3 I A BACHELOR'S DINNER, jj As Time is popularly represented as an aged man. with flowing beard and drapery of white, hearing in one hand an hour glass and in the other a scythe, so would I conceive a figure of Poverty, except that I would have him carry a bill or sheriff's attachment, signifying ihat it was not his province to cut me off at one merciful stroke, but to worry and bore me to death by continually ringing my doorbell and thrusting the awful document before my bloodshot eyes. Branton is of a different mind. “It is a misconception—gross misconception,” he declared the other night, resting his feet on the handsome brass fender and gazing meditatively into the fire that glowed on the hearth of ills library. “Poverty should be represented as carrying in one hand a heart and in the other, perhaps, a dart.” "Or a fat nurse," I said to myself. But my friend's case is an unusual one. His kindly conception of what should be a grim, repulsive figure had its origin, and not without reason, in his own experience. With me it is different. My financial condition has changed but little since the day we received my aunt's hurried note announcing that she had run down from Newport with my cousin Lyvla, who, by the by, has not yet been introduced to society, and a charming girl from San Francisco. To he frank, 1 am stfcl living in Holwood's pleasant apartment overlooking the avenue, and must of necessity continue a recipient of his kindness until he gets hack from his tour of the world. What 1 shall do then I dare not contemplate. Hut that does not eoncern Hrantou. When that note of my aunt's arrived my fortunes were at their lowest ebb. For weeks I had been doing my own cooking, and Hranton's arrival from the West, where, through no fault of his ovu, iie had lost the small fortune that had fallen to his possession on the deaih of his father, an English country gentleman who had left a large number of sons to divide a moderate estate, added an additional burden to ray thin pockethook. Just why my friend had left the West he did not explain further than that circumstances had reduced him to a menial position on a ranch, and lie was in a fair way to rise when he suddenly made up his mind to go home, and landed in New York penniless and compelled to accept my hospitality. For four days he had been seeking work in vain when I heard from my aunt. It was early in the fail; few people were in town; her house was closed, and she thought it would he jolly for Lyvia and a charming friend of hers to spend an evening in bachelor hall. Would 1 pardon the sudden notice and e:;;;cct them at 7 o'clock sharp? At the time pardon was not granted, hut I had to make the best of circumstances. Even had I known just where to address my kind relative I could hardly have dared ask her to excuse me, particularly on the ground of my financial straits, for. bred as she lias been in the lap of luxury, poverty is a thing beyond her understanding. To her it is a crime. She cannot imagine that a person with a normal amount of common sense should he alHicted with it. Fortunately I had still remaining $10 from the last remittance of my father, which came inclosed in an affectionate epistle saying that he had given me the best possible education, fitted me to battle with the world, and thought that tlieieafter I l ad better do for myself. With this money we procured Hie necessary supplies for a simple dinner, and I dispatched a note to Cartelasking him to join us. Then arose the (luestiou of service. We had no servant, and naturally it was necessary that someone attend at the table. As I was ruefully eying my small stock of remaining money Uranton, ever ready, came to my assistance. Jle knew no one in town and was go.ng to sail forborne just as soon as he could afford it. With his clean shaven face lie would pass for a most respectable butler. Of course, I demurred, but lie insisted, and eventually won his point. To this little victory can he traced his kindly conception of an artistic figure of Poverty. Holwood's silver service presented a stunning appearance when we arranged it on the table that evening. The soup as it steamed on the back ot the range, the roast ns it sizzled in the oven the few simply cooked vegetables In the pots all ready for serving looked excellent, and Branton made the most imposing butler 1 have ever set eyes ou, for he always was a handsome fellow. So it was with a feeling akin to satisfaction that I threw myself into a chair in the study when the menial labor was over and awaited the coming of my guests. Already Hrantou .vas aping a well-bred lackey, and so inimitably did he play ills part that I almost imagined myself the proprietor of a well-appointed establishment instead of a struggling young man with no occupation and hut $1.32 in the

world.

At length the bell rang and my butler opened the door. It was Carter. He passed through the opening in the portieres that the obsequious Branton had made for him. and was seated bei side me. After the usual compliments ol the day had been exchanged ho glanced furtively toward the hall, then I whispered; "A new man?” “Yes," I replied, enveioping myself | in cigarette smoke to hide the high eol- ! oring of my face. "I got him today.” "Hum:” he exclaimed. "Made a ten- | strike at. last, eh?" He referred to my getting a tenstrlke and a good servant on the same day, and 1 thanked him, but before I had an opportunity to go into particulars, ! for it was evident that he was curious, 1 heard Branton open the door and a confusion of soft voices. A moment later I had affectionately greeted my aunt and cousin, made my obeisance to Miss Rosa Mell and ushered my guests to the room set apart for them, tor my butler had suddenly disappeared and left this last duty to me. When I saw Rosa Mell in the full glare of the study lights I forgot the inconvenience to which I had been put that to keep up appearances I had been driven to deception, and I was really honest in the thanks I showered on my aunt for the honor of her coming. She was a beautiful girl, with a tail, finely proportioned figure; deep black hair and eyes and a face no feature of which was perfect, but which as a whole was most attractive. To be frank again. Miss Melt’s charms were further increased for me by a remark my aunt made as I led her to dinner. “Now, Frank dear, mind your ps and qs," she whispered, "she's as rich as Mrs. Croesus and the charmingest—it's the best word—girl I know." “Thank you for your kindly intereet, aunt,” I replied in an undertone. In a louder voice I added, “I am well contented with my bachelor condi-

tion."

"And who wouldn’t be in such a jolly piaee,” cried my cousin, as we were seated, and her eyes scanned the walls covered with curios that Holvvood had gathered from every quarter of the globe. “I almost long to be a bachelor ” That was as far as Miss Mell progressed, for as she was speaking her eyes fell upon the butler standing behind my chair. She flushed, then the color left her face and she stared at him, unconsciously. Her confusion was but momentary. She recovered herself and with the greatest composure added; "Yes, it must be jolly to be a bachelor and live like this." "Vandergust is certainly an extremely lucky fellow,’’ cried Carter. “Are you married?” inquired my pert

cousin.

"Dear me, no! Never!” ray friend exclaimed. "Now, don't you think he’s a lucky fellow, Miss Mell?" She thought I was, poor girl, but 1 did not have an opportunity for learning her reason, for he engaged her attention with an er.tendcd account of his idea of my luck. My aunt flowed off into a long recital concerning the dullness cf life at Newport, which my cousin frequently interrupted with expressions of dissent or approval. I responded with ohs, alls and indeeds, and furtively watched Hrantou as he served the oysters. His usually ruddy face was as pale as my Poverty’s, his hands trembled as lie moved about at his duties, and lie seemed studiously to avoid the glances of the whole company. I wanted to smile at him, and, if possible, cheer him up with a wink, hut he simply would not he winked at. "What a lovely butler you have!” exclaimed Lyvia, as he left the room for the ‘bird course, the roust we had taken so much pains over, and the potatoes 1 had cut my hands in peeling, the peas we had purchased in a can and boiled or stewed, or something like that. ’ A splendid-looking fellow, I remarked to Vandergust just before you came," Carter said. "1 think he was lucky to get him. Don't you think he was lucky, Miss Mell?” Her reply was Inaudible. Hranton's return necessitated a new line of conversatioa. So that lie might have a little fun out cf it I spoke of the cook. "if you will pardon my burdening you with my housekeeping woes," I ventured, "I will ask your advice about a cool;. I can’t get a good one.” "I think he or she does very well indeed,” tmid my aunt. "But good ones won't stay.” "A matter of days out, I suppose?" “Perhaps you don’t pay them," ventured Carter, facetiously. I laughed at this, and succeeded in bestowing a wink on the butler, whereupon he immediately dropped the precious d.sh of potatoes, so that they went tracking over Holwood’s line old Turkish rug. The miscreant servant, in a moment of confusion und forgetfulness, fell upon his knees and tried to sweep them back into the dish with ids arms, as he would have gathered in an abnormally large stock of chips. My guests and I assumed an cir of complete obliviousness to the incident. and by the time he had arisen from the floor, with hair disheveled and hurnins face, and escaped from the room, w e were talking of the West. "You know, Frank," laughed my aunt, “You Eastern men have absolutely failed to make an impression on Rosa.” "I'm certain Miss Mell has not failed to make an impression, a deep impression, on we Eastern men," observed Carter, gallantly. "Do you think she has failed, Vandergust?” “I’m competent to speak tor but two,” I replied, "but I will say ” "Mrs. Vandergust does me an injustice,” cried Miss Mell. "I do like New York men " "Hut none are quite so fascinating as

a certain person you met on your father’s ranch," interrupted my cousin. "A cowboy?” asked Carter, suddenly becoming intensely Interested. "A cow puncher. If you will,” laughed the fair girl, “with a revolver, a red shirt and all the appropriate settings." “She tries to laugh it off,” cried Lyvia. “Hut really, Mr. Carter, it’s true.” “Nonsense, Lyvia,” Miss Mell exclaimed, with the most charming possible frown. “Don't deny it,” said I, for I was really getting just a bit anxious. “I can imagine him myself—a tall, bronzed chap, with flowing bluet locks, piercing eyes, a noble brow ” “And a beard—a lovely Vandyke; don’t forget that,” my cousin interrupted. "A cowboy with a Vandyke! Hum! Dangerous!” exclaimed Carter. "Don’t you think it's dangerous, Vandergust?” I admit that Carter has not a great mind, hut at that instant it ran in the same channel as mine, for to me it had occurred that a cowboy in a Vandyke was suspicious. The thing savored of the gentleman; perhaps one of those fellows down on his luck that I had read of, or even like Branton. My aunt smiled complacently. Miss Mell leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Oh, Lyvia why did you ever?” "Why, Rosa, you confessed it all; you know you did,” cried my irrepressible cousin. “And what do you think?” She leaned over as if about to impart to my ears alone a secret of vast import. "I don’t think,” I answered. “I simply await.” “Ly-vi-a.” My cousin passed unheeded with this gentle, plaintive remonstrance, and in a stage whisper said; "I found her one day shedding crocodile tears over his photograph—a horrible looking thing, with fringy edges, you know, and a gilt border, and a ” The burst of laughter that interrupted this disclosure was drowned by a crash of china behind the screen that bid the door of the butler's pantry, a thud as of a heavy body falling, a moan. I sprang from the table and tossed aside the screen. Disclosed to our view, prostrate on the floor, his head resting in a mass of broken dishes, lay my friend and butler. “Hranton!” I cried, falling down at his side. lie made no reply, for he was unconscious. Carter and I picked him up and laid him in that heavily cushioned window seat. "What a clumsy butler! Ring for the servants!" cried my aunt, who in the general confusion seemed to think that she alone was calm, and by virtue of that calmness in duty bound to take command. "He's not my butler!” I exclaimed, forgetting appearances. “It's Hranton—Jim Branton, the best fellow ” "Water! Water!” screamed Lyvia. I dashed to the table and seized a glass, and when I turned again to my injured friend Rosa Moll was on her knees at his side, wiping his forehead with her handkerchief. Suddenly his eyes opened and rested ou hers. “Rosa! Rosa!” he muttered, and ho suddenly reached out his arm and drew’ her head down toward him. I glanced at the others and pointed to the door. Silently we passed out of the room. "Well, I never!” my aunt exclaimed, as the portieres closed behind us. "I thought the cowboy was a joke, but a butler ” "Sh!” whispered Lyvia. And through the heavy curtains came: "Why did you run away from the ranch, Jim?" ■ Why--why—because a poor devil like me hud no right even to hope.”

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TIIEC1TY OF BAGHDAD THE ANCIENT CAPITAL AS IT

IS TODAY.

A Fitting’ Monument to CivillxAtlon That Followed the Kule of the Great Faatern Plutocracy — Filth* Squalor ami Touring M»s<iues.

(Special Letter.)

HE famous old city of Baghdad, long renowned for its commerce and its wealth, is now the capital of the Turkish pashalic of the same name. It stands on both banks of the Tigris, and is situated on an extensive and

desert plain, which has scarcely a tree or village throughout its whole extent. The city is surrounded by a brick wall five miles in circumference, and the Tigris is crossed by a bridge of thirty boats. The city has a most picturesque appearance from a distance. It is encircled and interspersed with groves of date and other trees, through which one may catch the gleam of domes and minarets. On closer inspeciion, however, the view does not improve. The streets are narrow, dirty, crooked and unpaved, full of ruts and strewed with the carcasses of animals. The task of removing this offal is left to dogs, the only public scavengers known in Baghdad. The whole town has been built without the slightest regard to regularity. The streets are even more intricate and winding than those in most other oriental cities, and with the exception of the bazaars and some open squares the interior is little else than a labyrinth of alleys and passages. The streets are unpaved,and in many places so narrow that two horsemen can scarcely pass each other, and as it is seldom that the houses have windows facing public thoroughfares, and the doors are small and mean, they present on both sides the gloomy appearance of

WHEN WAMPUM WAS MONEY.

New

The Popular Token of Vultie in

York Two Centurlee Ago.

When Stephen Van Cortlandt was tn the money-changing business—1680 to 1690—the kind of money in most common use in the vicinity of Manhattan Island was seewan or wampum, says the New York Times. Almost all the store trade was done with seewan, either loose or braided, and all church collections were taken up in seewan. Van Cortlandt was frequently called on to change seewan into silver money, which was at that time the standard. Payments of interest and principal of loaned money were made in Dutch pieces-of-eight, realties and loan dollars, the value of all of which was redueed to guilders seewan. A piece-of-elght was worth 12 guilders in seewan. a realtje was worth 1 guilder and 20 stivers in seewan, a loan dollar w’as worth 11 guilders in seewan, and an English pound was worth 40 guilders in seewan. The American dollar in its present relation to the English pound would have been worth 8 guilders in seewan. A Dutch guilder has 100 cents, or 20 stivers, and is equal to 40 cents in American money. A stiver is equal to 2 cents American money. Contributions to the poor relief fund were usually made in seewan and provisions and clothing for distribution among the poor were paid for in seewan. The early Dutch settlers took generous care of the needy poor. For instance, in 1688, the deacons of the old Dutch Church of Bergen paid Dr. Robinson of New York 240 guilders in seewan for curing a destitute man of insanity. At another time the deacons of the same church paid Surgeon C. Viele of New York 130 guilders seewan for sur1 gieal attendance on a poor member of the congregation. In those days it cost 90 guilders in seewan “to send poor Johannis Kruyer back to Amsterdam.” In 1673 the price of one schepel of wheat was 6 guilders seewan; 1 schepel of Indian corn, 4 guilders seewan; 1 schepel of rye, 3 guilders seewan; 1 ell of cloth, 5 guilders seewan; two blankets, 58 guilders seewan, and 2 schepels of salt, 6 guilders seewan. Whenever the col-

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VIEW OF BAGHDAD.

A Merciless Woman. "Listen,” she said, "and I will tell you my story.” "Don’t! don’t!” he said, in a voice that shook in its emotion. "Remember that we are now strangers!” ”Ycu shall hear it!” she hissed “Not here! Spare me—spare me, in pity’s rame!” “I li ivc no pity for such as you.” He burled his face in his hands and she to’.d him her story—aye, without skipping a page, from the preface clear through to the end of the 37th chapter. And when {he gray twilight came the authoress laid the manuscript on the editor's prostrate form and strode away.—Washington Star. >

All lie Hag Red. First Dalian Count—Why, my dear .fellow, where have you been for the past six months or so? Second Italian Count—Over in America hunting for heiresses. First Italian Count—Did you bag anything? Second Italian Count—Yes, my trousers.—Somerville Journal.

dead walls. All the buildings, both public and private, are constructed of furnace burnt bricks of a yellowish-red color. A house is generally laid out in a range of apartments opening into a square, and furnished with subterranean rooms into which the inhabitants | retreat during the day for shelter from j the intense heat of summer; and with terraced roofs on which they take their evening meal, and sleep in the open air. Tlie interiors of the houses of the rich are splendidly furnished, and decorated in a most gorgeons manner. The inhabitants of the city are supplied with water from the Tigris, which is brought to their homes in the skins of goats; warer works, cislerns and pipes being unheard of in Baghdad. The population of Baghdad is said to number about a hundred thousand, ami is a mixture of nations from various countries of the east. The chief officers of the government, civil and military, are of Turkish extraction; the merchants and .raders are almost all of Persian or Arabian descent, while the lower orders consist of Turks, Arabs, Persians and Indians. There are some Jews and Christians, who remain distinct from other classes; while the strangers in the town are Kurds, Persians and desert Arabs in considerable numbers. As every nationality retains Its own peculiar dress, it may be easily conceived what an extraordinary variety of costumes is to be seen daily in the streets of Baghdad. The dress of the female is mean; women of all classes being enveloped in blue checked cloth, with their faces covered by hideous veils of black horse-hair. Baghdad has much declined from its ancient importance, but is still the seat of considerable commerce. The city today contains upwards of a hundred mosques, the domes and minarets of which are said to be liner than those of Constantinople.

lections in the church exceeded the current expenditures the surplus sqewan was usually invested in cows. Such cows were given into the care of responsible members of the congregation on a yearly "butter rent” of 12 pounds —that is, those persons accepting a cow from the deaconry had to pay an annual rent of 12 pounds of butter or its value in seewan. The price of butter amounted in the winter of 1679 to 22 stivers per pound, so that the deacons then received 13 guilders and ■! stivers for one cow. After 1715 the deacons quit the “butter-rent” business and confined themselves wholly to money-lending as a means of increasing the revenues. Some ranging from 10 guilders to 4,000 guilders were put cut at interest at the rate of G per cent per annum, though in a few cases borrowers were exempt from paying interest. It cost from 2 to 5 guilders in seewan to get married in this vicinity two centuries ago, and a tuneral was accompanied with a pall rent of G guilders seewan for an aduit and 3 guilders for a child. OLD SCHOOLHOUSE. IFm in Kentucky, nml l-t IGrccted West of t li4? AllcK’hciilcH. (Spec.ul Leter.) On a hillside, near the border line that divides Woodford from Fayette county, in Kentucky, stands a dilapi-

First Time IIeM lleunl It. "Who is that fellow?” "I don't know; he hasn't been here very long though.” “How do you know?” “Heard him laugh at one of Sympson’s jokes last night at the club.”— Chicago Record.

Two liirclK With One Stone. Goodfeilo—If my clothes were not too big for you. I'd give you an old suit. Hungry Hank (gratefully)—Boss, if you'd give me the price of a square meal, 1 warrant they’d fit, mo all right. —Truth.

Mike—Oi say, if a man is born in France, he’s a Frlnehmau. Pat Sure, an’ if a cat had kittens in au oven would you call them biscuits?

A New Decorative Matcrhil. Bedticking for drapery and uphols- | tery purposes has recently been lauch- | ed upon the market. It is a decided ‘ success, says the Puritan. No one would dream of tile lowly origin of the < fabric thus presented. Of course the I salesmen do not speak of it an bedj ticking, but describe it as an “art dra- ! pery” or an "art ticking." One shop1 man has named a striped pattern the "bedouin"—not a bad pun on its origin. The material Is colored and det signed very much after the order of chintzes and rretonme, which it closely resembles. It wears like Iron, and as | it retails for about 10 cents a yard it Is one of the most economical and satisfactory fabrics for all sorts cf api liolstP’\v purposes. These tickings will soon pppear in the various coilego colors, so that a Yale, Harvard or ! Princeton man may have things adorned in the hues dear to his heart.

THE OLD SCHOOLHOUSE. dated stone building that was the il educational institutions erected west the Allegheny mountains. It is c siderably more than 100 years old, c the school conducted within its w; was the original branch of the fam Transylvania university. Two pr< dents, George Washington and Jc Adams, made liberal contributli toward building and hiaintaining t school. Among the famous men who, as be received the first rudiments of an e cation in this old stone schoolho were Governor Allen Trimble of Ol Governor Clark of Kentucky; J. Cal Breckenridge, the father of Gene John C. Breckenridge; Dr. Rob Breckenridge and his son, ex-Congre man W. C. P. Breckenridge; Thoc F. Marshall, Kentucky's famous o tor; and Dr. L. W. Green, president Hampden-Sidney college. For the past ten years the histc building has been utilized as a sto houae for plunder

THE LAND OF BONES.

VAST MEXICAN TERRITORY OF ANCIENT CIVILIZATION.

Many Kvlclen<*e« «»f Great Antiquity— Explorations Borihi Kant Year Attended with Much Success — A Larue Cemetery. HE exploration of Quechmictoplic a n. in the state of Guerrero, M -xico, begun last year by Mr. William Nivea, will be continued in May, and Mr. Niven is now making arrangements for the extended work, says the New York Herald. The American Geographical Society is taking a deep interest in the explorations. When I saw the explorer at his home last week and heard of his plans I asked about the land where he had resurrected an ancient civilization. “It is a strange land," answered Mr. Niven, “and, though likely the center of one of the earliest civilizations on the continent, is as little known as any portion of the globe. There arc vast portions of Guerrero—at least onefourth of it—that human foot has not trod since history began until recent explorations were started, and yet spread all over it are the plain evidences of a vast and ancient civilization. Architectural and human remains cover at least 6,000 square miles of this land and so plentiful are the human remains that from time immemorial the place has been called Quechmictoplican, which literally means 'what a quantity of bones on top.’ This is often contracted into Omitlan, which means ’a place of bones.’ This Omitlan lies northwest of Chilpancingo, which is the capital of Guerrero, and about 200 miles west of south from the City of Mexico. If you have seen the great canyon of the Colorado you have seen an index to this land. Its mountains are not rolling, but all are straight up and down, forming the grandest of gorges and the most difficult land in the world to travel over. This is one reason the region has not been penetrated; then the natives are not explorers, or even travelers, but love their home spots, and, besides, they fear the dangers of a wild, unknown land. As the Mexican law forbids the removal of antiquities from the country, I applied to President Diaz and through him got permission to explore this wild land and to remove duplicates of objects discovered. Armed with this authority and with letters of introduction from priests—that are even more potent—which were ob'.aine 1 often through a gift of a photograph of a church, I had but little trouble, excepting that offered by Nature, who has worked her grandest cataclysm in this land; objections of natives to work under some circumstances, and biting insects. This laud is a vast cemetery," continued Mr. Niven. "Human remains are to be found everywhere and can be seen in all directions without even the necessity of excavation. No w’onder the land is called Omitlan. There are places where layers of human bones show themselves along the face of great cliffs—not lying as though buried but in a great jumbled mass, as though thrown in their present position by some great upheaval of the land. These things are confined to no ane spot but extend all over the land. In no direction can you go more than a few hundred feet without find ng the ruins of the ancient city. These show the buildings to have been most substantial, carefully built by the use of square and plumb line but without ornamentation. In two days' travel I counted 1,200 remains of buildings, their dimensions being from 40 to 100 feet. These are all rectangular but not square. Among these buildings were the twenty-two temples which I have described before, and each temple has its altar. “There are temples, altars and idols innumerable: yet it is difficult to reach a conclusion as to the religion of the ancient people who occupied this broad territory beyond what these things imply. I must wait for further developments before expressing an opinion on this subject. Among the natives, most of whom now profess the catholic religion, there exists a mass of legends and any quantity of folklore, but they lead to nothing definite as to the ancient religion. Yet the strange fact remains that these people are to this day influenced by the traditions, the temples, the altars and the idols that have been preserved. Frequently I have found offerings of fruit at these altars and have known natives to burn a mixture of rosin and charcoal in these temples, evidently as an incense. When I ask why they do these things they answer that their fathers did so, and that is all I can learn. 1 intend to make a special investigation into the folklore of these people, and look for most unique and interesting results. They are, as is to lie expected, a very superstitious people, believe firmly in spirits and apparitions and are at times controlled by fear of something else that will stop them suddenly in their work of excavation and drive them from particular spots. I have in my explorations suffered from the disadvantage of this sort of thing more than once. Idols are to be found in great numbers and they are usually of the smaller variety— from three to four inches in length. These are nearly all stone, of the hardest varieties, worked out with great pains and skill. I found a few large idols, one quite a unique specimen, about seven feet long, of the human form, carved into a larger stone. These

idols may be of Aztec origin. They are to be found In every direction, In the temples, by the altars, among the bones and with all of the ruins. I collected a great number of them and have photographed some of the liner specimens.”

FRENCH PRECAUTIONS. Against the Spre;ul of the Plague from India. The French government has adopted special measures with a view to preventing the spread of the plague from India, says a Paris correspondent of an exchange. Nevertheless, considerable alarm is being expressed and, moreover, fault is being laid at England's door on the ground that she does not discourage the dangerous pilgrimages to Mecca and also that she holds aloof from the other powers in the matter of arrangements for prophylactic and other means. Dr. Proust has just read a paper on "The Defense of Europe Against the Plague” to one of the academies, in which he says that if tile convention signed in Paris in 1894 had been ratified, Persia and Europe would now be protected. Active surveillance should be exercised over everything coming from Bombay, and. believing that the other governments will also do their duty, he trusts that Europe may, after all, be safe from the scourge. Dr. Roux, on whom the mantle of Pasteur has fallen, is more reassuring. He scouts the idea that the plague could work any havoc in Europe. for the simple reason that sanitary conditions are very different in this quarter of the globe from what they are among the Hindoos and the Chinese. Dr. Roux declares that it some) eases were to break out in France the institute would experience no difficulty in supplying all the serum that might be required.

SAVED BY A HUMAN ROPE. Firemen Make » Hrave Rescue of aa 9 ] tn periled Oaraiiiaii. Four brave firemen of Paterson, N. J., formed a real span of life that saved Frederick Billson from being dashed (o pieces at the foot of Passaic falls, says the New’ York News. The human chain was the only means by which the imperiled man could be rescued. Billson is an expert oarsman of the Excelsior Boat Club, so. though the river was unusually strong, he thought nothing of going out in his shell for a short pull. The current was too strong for him, though, and he and his boat were soon swept over the dam and toward the falls. The frightened oarsman jumped overboard and swam against the rurrent so pluckily that a few yards farther downstream he was able to clutch und eiing to a rock. But a precipice eighty feet deep confronted him and he would have perished miserably had not Capt. Stewart Taylor of truck 3 of the local fire department seen him. Calling to Foreman Kearney, Engineer Nichols and Fireman William Kinnane, the chief rushed to Billson’s assistance. The four men formed a chain with Kinnane at the lower end, and Billson was seized and dragged to dry land, just as he was about to loose his hold oa the rock. Billson is rapidly recovering at his home, 168 Liberty street. All Paterson is praising the heroes who formed the living life-line.

Too Tractlral for Theology. Elsie has reached the age, iter parents think, where she should be taught something of the rewards and punishments hereafter. The description of the angelic hosts especially interested her. An angel, she was told, is that part of us that lives forever, either in bliss for its goodness or in torment for its wickedness. The other day she saw a picture purporting to be that of an angel. After studying it carefully, she turned to her mother with: "Mamma, angels don’t have bodies like us?'' “No,” she was answered. "Or no flesh?” No." "But they have wings?" "Yes." A profound pause; then she asked: “What do they fasten the wingj to?”

A Prodont for a lltuhniKl. Furniture Dealer—Yes, madam, there is no nicer present for a man than a handsome writing desk. Look at this one, for example. Customer—It's very pretty; but what are all those square things? Furniture Dealer—Drawers, madam. That desk has 160 separate drawers. Customer—Huh! And oVery time he mislays anything he'll expect me to find it. Show me a desk with one drawer.—New York Weekly.

Totted lets Own Dentil Knell* James Clark, janitor of the Sixth ward school in La Crosse, Wis., committed suicide at midnight Monday night. He climbed into the belfry of the schcol house, fastened the bell rope around his neck, and then swung oft The bell rang twice, tolling his own death knell. Clark was a man 55 years old.

Needed Sleep. A physiological writer asserts that up to 20 a youth needs nine hour* sleep, and an adult should have eight or nine. The neglect of this rule results in exhaustion, excitability physical and intellectual disorder.

Hnth That Way. Old Gentleman—Seriously I don't re member ever having told a lie in nff life. Young Gentleman—So? Well, d® you know. I am getting a little forgetful myself.

ICvIl. Evil under the cover of betinsele gauze is more Insinuating and demoralizing than when it flaunts its unco' | ered nakedness.—Rev. J. D. Stanley. ■