Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 March 1892 — Page 5

TWO WORLDS. I have a world I call my own, (So each sonl Hath its dole,) And from the radiance of the sun Far above it, To the violet, tiniest one In the wood, I love it. Hot for me the jovous thrills Bom of breath of daffodils; Jn the Poet’s world they g ow, They were Wordsworth’s long ago; Bnt Hepnt’ca for me < Smiles, and pure Anemone In the sp ingtime whispers low. While Goldenrod and Asters gay i Bright in autumn nod my way. I love my world, I love it>l Not to me the Nightingales Tell tbeir musical love tales; Keats’ ars they, Made his own By the poet's magic art Bound them thrown. But the note of Bo bin clear Is, maybnp. to me as dear, And the song sparrow’s refrain Bids me “hope ’ and “hope again.” This world of mine, I love itl “The lark to heaven’s gate soaring^ I follow not with eyes adoring, He is t-heiley’s, Shrined forever In a music Ceasing never, But for mo the Bobolink Fills June’s sky With a melody I drink With ecstasy. I love my world, I love itl Ah! this my world I love, And the poets’ world as true, For with them all will I rove In the places once they knew; With the heart of a lover I sing over and over, Their world is my world, And I love it, tool •-[Eiaex B. Curries, in Boston Transcript.

THE OLD TOWER.

The westering sun, soemed to pause for one golden second on the edge of tho sea, and Mrs. Berrydale involuntarily put up her plump hand, dimpled in each one of its five joints, to shield her eyes from the ribbon of flame which blazed along the waves. « “Isn’t it a lovely sight,” said she. “And only to think that to-morrow we shall have to go back to those dismal city streets and begin the daily grind of workday life. Oh, I don’t know how I shall ever endure’it after these delicious two weeks by the seashore!” Mrs. Berrydale was cashier in a huge feather factory, a charming widow, who answered exactly to Byron’s idea of “fat, fair and forty.” Her companion, a tall, slim girl, with rich brown hair, large hazel eyes and bewitchingly irregular features, smiled. “We?” said she, with a slight accent of interrogation in her voioe. “Oh, I forgot!” cried Mrs. Berrydale. ■“But really, Melanie Morton, do you intend to give up ail your prospects and bury yourself alive in this oountry place?” “I’ve promised jQ&axleyl” quietly responded Molanie. “But he’s nothing on eacth but tho keeper of a lighthouse!” pleaded Mrs. Berrydale, “and only think of being shut up in that living tomb, half a mile out to sea!” “I shouldn’t mind it at all, so long as Chajfley was there, too,” demurely answered Melanie. “It will be awfully lonesome!” “With one’s husband?” “And you’ve been used to such a gay life in Madison's store!”. “It has been too gay,” said Melanie. “And every one says old Madison would marry you in a minute if you’d give him the least encouragement.” Melanie elevated her pretty little nose. “I’d as soon marry the wooden Peruvian in front of a tobacoo store,” said she. “That reminds me,” said Mrs. Berrydale, laughing. “Look here, Mel!” Iu the plump, white hand she held out two or three cigars, brown-scaled and fragrant, and a box of matches. “Speaking of tobacco stores,” said she, “I snatched these away from Captain Maryland this morning.” “What for?" “Because I think he’s smoking too much. Because I’ve told him he must stop, and yet he still keeps on,” declared the widow. “Are you Captain Maryland’s keeper?” laughingly demanded Melanie. “Well, no, not exactly, but—” “Helen!” criod Melanie, seizing both her companion’s hands and looking her resolutely in the face, “you are blushing! You are absolutely blushing!” “No, I’m not!” cried Mrs. Berrydale, looking pinker than ever. 'lt’s the reflection of that red sunset over the water. Why should I blush?” “Because you like Fred Maryland. You know you do. Helen! Helen! if only you would marry Fred, and then we need neither of us go back to the city again! We could bo so happy, Helen!” “Mel, what nonsense you ure talking! He never has asked me!” “But he would if you’d give him the slightest chnnce. And he has such a pretty co.lonial oottage, and he owns a fifth of the vessel he commands.” “A sea captain is too much in the habit of commanding,” observed Mrs. Berrydale, solemnly. “He might want to command me ! Oh, Mel, look there! We’re not half a mile away from that ruinous old tower on Pebble Point. Let’s go and see what it’s like. Come; it’s our last night here.” “But Charley told me not to go near itl” urged Melanie. Mrs. Berrydale tossed her handsome blonde head. “That’s the very reason I mean to go,” said she. “And Charley needn’tknow.” “Indeed, Helen, I’d rather not!” “Just as you please,” said Mrs. Berrydale, rising from the rock upon which she bad perched herself. “If you’ve f>t the conscience to desert me, do so. ut I’m determined to see what’s in the Inside of that old ruin.” And, unwillingly enough, Melanie followed hei friend Across the glistening sand,'fringed with ridges of still dropping seaweed, and dotted here and there with odd little convoluted shells. “It’s nothing worth visiting,” reasoned she. “I dare say it used to be an old ohurch, and theie’s nothing left of it but the tower.” “Fiddlesticks!” said Mrs. Berrydal ■. "A church indeed! But you believe everything that Charley Torrance tells you. It’s a real old Be volutionary, relic. Just see how thick the walls are! And what dear little slit-like windows! Oh, I must get into the place! Perhaps it’s a smuggler’s den.” “What nonsense, Helen! Don’t you see the door is closed and looked?”

■"Closed, yes; bul I don’t believe it’s looked. Anytiow, I mean to try. Come.” Melanie hung hack. “Don’t, Helen!” she argued. “It’s growing dusk and the wind has turned cold." She shivered slightly as she spoke. "I’m sure there’s a storm blow ing up.” But Mrs. Berrydale was in one of her merriest, most willful moods. She caught Melanie’s hand and dragged her into the shadow of the solid-looking old tower. “Perhaps to meet your fate!” said she, rolling her R’s in true elocutionary fashion. “It may be the ghost of Captain Kidd, or it may be a smuggler, or it may be Captain Fred Maryland.” She pushed the creaking door open and entered, still dragging Melanie at her heels. “A liquor storage, I think,” said, straining her syes into the semi-dark-ness. “A lot of little barrels, laid on their sides! Now—l—do —wonder— what—they—are? Ah!” with a sudden inspiration, “wasn’t it luoky I stole Fred’s matches away?” She drew the box of matches from her pocket with a quick motion which was habitual to her. In the same instant the dark doorway was again darkened—this time by a tall, masculine figure. “Captain Maryland!” Mrs. Berrydale stood transfixed with amazement, the" box in one hand, the upraised match, ready to strike against it, in the other. Captain Maryland snatched both from her and thrust them deep into his pooket. “Now goi” said he, in deep, stern accents. Mrs. Berrydale flushed to tho very roots of her curly, gold-brown bangs. “I won’t!” she oried. “You forgot, Captain Maryland, that you are not on your own quarter deck! And anyhow,” with a tone of defiant mischief in her voice, "I’ve got one match left in the bottom of my pooket.” She was fumbling for it, when the tall sea captain suddenly caught her up in his arms as if she had been an oversized wax doll, and, striding through the narrow doorway, carried her some dozen yards or so across the glistening beach, before he put her down. “How aare you?” cried the widow, involuntarily putting up her hand to Straighten out her rumpled tresses. “I never, never will forgive you!” “But Helen—” “Nor will I ever speak to you again!” “Mrs. Berrydale—”

But before he could get the words out, the pretty widow had once more seized Melanie’s wrist, and the two were vanishing into the gray folds of the twilight. Neither of them spoke until they had reached the quiet, apple-tree shaded lane which led to the furmhouse where they had been boarding for a few weeks. Then, as they paused to regain breath, Melanie looked at her companion in surprise. “Helen,” she exclaimed, “you are crying!” “I—l can’t help it!” sobbed Mrs. Ber“He looked at me so! He spoke so sternly!” '“Helen, you love him!” “No. I don’t!” cried Mrs. Berrydale, stamping her foot. “I hate him!” And then she sat down amonsr the daises and sweetfern and cried harder than ever, until tho first sprinklings of a coming shower compelled her to accompany Melanie into the house. “I’ve got the match in my pocket still,” she said, whon she was bathing her eyes before tea. “I—l don’t care now whether Captain Maryland smokes or not.” Just as they sat down to the table, a flash of blue lightning outblazed the humble kerosene lamp upon the table—a crash of thunder shook the walls. Mrs. Borrydale gave a little shriek. She was nervous in thunderstorms. “I dow hope tho powder magazine won’t be struck,” said the farmer’s wife, coming in with a plato of hot waffles. “Cap'n Maryland, he’s jest had it filled full his last v’yage, an’ tho company ain’t goin’ to send for it till next week.” “The what?” said Mrs. Berrydale. “The powder magazine,” explained the farmer}* wife. “Don’t ye know?— That ’ar old stun’ buildin’ out on Pebble Beach. ’Toin’t possible ye ain't noticed it?” Mrs. Berrydale and Melanie Morton looked at each other. Both had grown very pale, but the good farmer’s wife observed nothing. “1 guess it’s safe ’nough,” said she, us another peal soundod further off. “The storm’s goin’ off east, thank goodness!” In half an hour the rain was ov.’r, and the moon was shining brightly. Melunie, who sat at the window, gave a little start. “I think—there comes Charley Torrauce,” said she, “up the garden walk!” “And I’m almost sure,” whispered Mrs. Berrydale, “Captain Maryland is with him.” Melanie ran out to meet her lover. Mrs Berrydale sat still in the parlor until Captain Maryland entered. Thep sLe rose, and looked up into his face with pleading eyes. He held out the fragrant brown cigars and the little match-box which had so nearly precipitated them oil into eternity. “Here they are, Helen,” he said. “I give them back to' ! you. You didn't know, did you, that you were standing in a powder magazine when I took them from you so abruptly?” “I didn’t know then, Captain Maryland,” said Mrs. Berrydale, in a low voice. “I kuow it now. And it was your promptness and decision that saved my life—all our lives.” “You will forgive me then?” he pleaded. “Oh, Captain Maryland!” “And you will speak to me again?” Mrs. Berrydale’s head dimmed. “You are cruel!” she whispered. “Cruel ! 1? And to you? Oh, Helen—oh, my darling!” When Mrs. Berrydale went back to Now York, it was to buy her wedding gown. The feather factory had to look out for a new cashier; She and Melanie were to be lifelong neighbo s after all. “And he has promised me two things,” said the bride-eleot. “One is to leave off smoking; the other is never again to transport any cargo so dangerous as gunpowder.” “Men never do keep the mad promises they make before marriago,” said Melanie, laughing. “I intend to see to that myself,” said Mrs. Berrydale, composedly. —[Saturday

What Bacteria Are.

Bacteria are simply microscopic plants, the smallest form of vegetable life. In some instances they are so small that it would be necessary to place 15,000 of them end to end in order to make a row an inch in length. They are of widely different forms, some round, some oval, some fiat or rod-shaped, while still another class are the exact counterparts

of small cork-screws. In all cases they are so minute that one needs a powerful microscope in order to study them, and in no case can they be perceived simply with the naked eye. Whon countless millions .are grou ed to gether they may probably be seen, but iu this oase they may be said to resemble an approaching army, of which we are totally unable to distinguish a single soldier. —[St. Louis Republic.

DANGERS ON THE OCEAN.

Numbers of Abandoned Yessols Drift* Ing Along the Highways. The abandoning of the Abbysinia adds one more to the long list of vessels knocking about the oceau at tho merey of winds, waves and ourronts. When she was left there seemed but little doubt that she would sink benonth tho waves and cease to become a danger to navigation, but she had not gone down at the time the rescuing steamer parted from her, and so she must be looked out for by all vessels passing near the locality. One recommendation of the International Maritime Conferenee was that the various nations having commerce on the high seas should patrol the ocean within cortain fixed limits and endeavor to free the routes from obstructions of every kind. This would include towing steamers into port that had lost their propellers, sailing ships that were dismasted, vessels that were so muoh disabled by collision as to need assistance, and, in fuot, to relieve the needy of every description and to rid the highways of all dangers. Unfortunately the measure failed to become a law, but the necessities of the caso have by no moans oeased to exist. The regular monthly Pilot Chart as issued by the Hydrographic Oftioe contains, in addition to a vast amount of valuable data, tracks which show graphically the course taken by the derelicts, so that masters of vessels leaving port may redouble their vigilance upon approaching the dangerous seotionin which the wanderer was last seen or to whioh it may have drifted since the report was made. Many of these vessels have been drifting here and there for months and scarcely a day passes that some one of them is not reported by incoming vessels. Some of these are bottom side up, and when first sighted look like the body of a huge whale; or if the sea is breatfing over them the white foam of the broken water catches the eye, and “Breakers ahead!” is what the lookout roports. Others have shifted their cargoes and are listed away over on one side or the other —so far that it seems a perfect wonder that they have not “turned turtle” long ago. Now and then one is sighted with her bow high up out of the water, while her stern is out of sight, while the next one seen is tilted in the opposite direction, as though she were all ready to take a header. The majority of accidents occur to vessels when in the vicinity of Cape Hatteras; and when abandoned, these vessels are genurully carried along by the Gulf Stream, thus drifting into the ocean highway and towards the coast of Great Britain, until they either strike thoso faroff shores or become so water-soakod that they sink. Occasionally they drift to tho eastward and get out of the Gulf Stream, owing to strong westerly winds. —LNew York World.

Recluses in Australia’s Mines.

In parts of Australia one comes across a characteristic class in the shupe of old miners whp haunt the deserted diggins, or the banks of gravolly-bottomed streams which hold some traces of the shining treasure in their beds—relics of tho old days of the mining craze, anoient hulks stranded whore tho reflux of the great wave of excitement and speculation has left them. One comes aoross their huts now and then iu the thick scrub along the watercourse, and finds in each a bronzed and bearded he: mit who greets the visitor with a quie! “Good-day, friend,” ns he looks at him with lustreless eyes. The old fire of expectation and hope has gone out of these orbs; thoy show nothing but the settled and patient acceptance of disappointed hopes, which in i he case of many weuker men, has caused madness or solf-dietruc-tion. The history of many of these recluses weuid furnish material for absorbing romances; of wild, ungovernable youth when homo and friendß were left on the other side of the world in the eager onset upon fortuue in the Australian gold diggings; of manhood spent, iu dark shafts or under the blazing sun in rocky gullies amid the hopes und disappointments of an army of men who thirsted and gambled for gold; of an old age which had nothing but memories to live upon, when life was supported by the few grains of gold which daily labor csuld still extract from tho banks of the improvised stream. The men who have experienced these vicissitudesare not, us a rule'druwn into pompanionshlp thereby; they prefer to live alone, nor from week's end to week’s end do they see or desire tho presence of any other human being. Lost in the remoto wilds of the bush, they have acquired something of tho shyness and love cf solitude which characterizes the furred and feathered creatures about them —as silent ns the songless birds, living lives as destitute of fragrance as the scentless flowers.

How They Do In Florence.

A harrowing tale comes across the sea anent a young American gill who was studying music in Florence. She had few friends in the city, and lived by herself. She become ill, and apparently from a desire not to worry any one else, she struggled against bet increasing weakness, and let no one know of her condition. She had been helpless and in considerable need of careful nursing for some days, when one evening after night had fallen, four black-robed figures, with hidden faces and only holes cut through the soinbie cloth for their eyes, appeared in her room. Almost fainting from terror, she made a frantic appeal for mercy, but it only met with a low murmured response, which did not reassure her. Finally the stretcher which they brought was placed at her bedside, she was slipped onto it, a cloth wns thrown her and she felt herself borne through the streets. But not to a terrible dungeon, as her fevered imagination supposed. When she regained consciousness it was to find herself in a hospital ward, where she received devoted care and attention. Later on she learned that her oase hod corns under the notice of the famous Order of the Miscricorde, and its efficient, though mysteriously alarming, ministration was the result. All ranks and conditions of Florentine society hold membership in this order; and the shrouding robes are worn so thai service without ostentation may be rendered. It has existed for hundreds of years.—[New York World.

SOMEWHAT STRANGE.

ACCIDENTS AND INCIDENTS OF EVERY-DAY LIFE. Queer Episodes and Thrilling Adventures Which Show that Truth Is Stranger than Fiction. Station Mastkr Marchand, at the little village of Godarville, not far from Charleroi, iu Belgium, has been suspended from his official duties for a most remarkable irregularity in office. He and his wife own a goat, which gives enough milk to satisfy most of tho fumily s needs for milk. The goat has the peculiarity of allowing only Mine. Marchand to milk her, and whenever tho station master approaches tho gout kicks and buoks. A short time ago, Mmo. Marchand went to market beforo breakfast. The station master was in haste to begin his duties of the day, and there was nothing in tho house to oat. He approached the goat with a pail on his arm, and the goat, os usual, bogau to kick and buck. In despair, he deoided to masquerade as his wife aud humbug the goat into being milked. He put on his wife’s skirts, waist and bonnet, and returned to the shed. The goat was docile, and he began milking her. All his preparations, howover, had required moro time than he had realized, and before the pail was half full ho was astonished by hearing the whistle of the first morning express, whioh it was his most important duty to meet. He dropped the pail, ran to tho house, exchanged his wife’s bonnet for his rod and bluo cap of office, and ran with flying skirts to the station platform. The sight of an individual with a full beard in flowing skirts and a station master’s cap dazou everybody on the train, and gave tho porters at the stution tho idea that Marchand bad gone crazy. So a policeman was summoned and the station master was marched off to jail. To the railroad authorities at Charleroi, who began an investigation of his conduot, Marchand explained tho responsibility of the obstreperous goat for his unprecedented performance. Ho was punished by temporary retirement from office. President McLeod, of tho Philadelphia and Reading Railroad, about whom the whole country is talking since the consummation of tho gigantic coal deal is, like many another American who has attained success and fame, a self-made man. During the early days of hiß career ho was in very straitened circumstances. It is now related of him that before his connection with the railroad business he was the proprietor of a pottery in Texas, and that after a hard strugglo for tf-sveral years he was sold out by tho sheriff. Then he wont West with unbroken determination to “make his fortune,” if possible. About this time Alexander Bryden, of Pittston, Penn., a mine ljoss, was travelling in Colorado with a view to investigate coal lands there aiid form n company to operate them if praoticable. In a small town he met McLeod, who was financially “flat on his back,” with no prospect of bettering his condition. Ho appealed to Brydon for enough money to pay his faro East again, and his appoal met with a generous response. As ho took the money, McLeod said: “Bryden, I’ll bo in a position some duy to return this kindness, and I won’t forget you.” He was true to his word. When the now great railroad king wns placed in charge or the Philadelphia and Reuding interests one of his earliest acts was to send for Bryden, who had returned to Pittston, and offer him the superintendency of tho company’s anthracite industries, one of the most responsible positions in the corporation’s business, and most covoted because of the fat salary attached to it. Brydon accepted, took the reins for a year, but found that the duties were telling on his health, and resigned and returned to his old place at Pittston. It is needless to say that Mr. Brydeu takes the keenest interest ia Mr. McLeod’s latest and greatest scheme, and that ho hopes for his frieud’s complete success. Mrs. Tarskkv, wife of Congressman Tursuey, has had quite an experience with cyclones. Her remembrances of them are so vivid that whenever she sees a threatening sky she becomes nervous. “I have been through two,” she says, “and iu one had a terrible fright. Word reached me that the school-house had been blown dowu and the children killed. My little son was at school, and to my ideas just then there was only one schoolhouse ia Kansas City. I started out. No curs were running aud everythin.; seemed ruined. I found my boy’s school had been dismissed und he had started for home just as the cyclone came. Then I was more than ever scared. I set half a dozen policemeu limiting for him and went towards the wrecked school-house ridingina mule oar that had finally found the traok. Everychild they brought out from the ruins was mine, but still lie didn't appear, aud after setting more policemen ou the hunt, I started home, more dead than alive. When nearly there I looked ahead, hoping to see him playing somewhere. There the little fellow was, trudgimr along whistling and with his hands in his pockets. When he looked across the road and saw me he simply shouted, ‘Mamma, is dinner ready?’ The revulsion of feeling was a never-to-be-forgotten sensation. A nextdoor neighbor told me afterwards that she and a number of other women were in the car when the cyclone struck them hnd they were greatly terrified, when my little boy piped out above/the disturbance, ‘Wbat yer 'frald of? Don’t be soared. God's here,’ and kept it up till they beoame quiet. But I hope I shall never see another cyclone." There must be a particularly hot spot in the earth under Wheeling, W. Va. It is hoped to sink the well now being driven there at least a mile. The well is a little loss than five inches in diameter. Its peculiarily is that no vein of water has been tapped, and being perfectly dry, scientific men have an unexampled opportunity to conduct their investigations. The temperature is being taken at various depths. At a depth of 1,350 feet the temperature is 68 degrees; at 2,375 feet, 79 degrees; at 3,375 feet, 92 degrees; at 4,875 feet, 108 degrees, and at 4,462 feet it is 111 degrees. Thus the temperature is increasing faster and faster the deeper the boring. For instance, the increase ia tb» 1,000 feet from 2,375 feet to 3,375 feet is about 13 degrees, while the increase in the next 1,100 feet is more than 16 degrees. If the heat goes on increasing in similar progression, a depth will bo reached before long where every solid substanoe will 1 e melted. That, however, will be no indication that the same state of things exists everywhere under the earth's crust, for wells driven in other parts of the world have shown very different rates in the increase of heat. Leer McCi.cre, a young girl of eighteen, Hying in Lincoln County, W.

V*., noted as a moonshiner, has added to her already romantic career by eloping with James Adkins. The . two met and the young woman, who is imiSouline in many respects, proposed the®elopement. They rode across the country* to Milton, where they the Chesapeake and Ohio for Ironton, Ohio, whore they were marriod. They returned home, Lucy appearing very proud of her husband, who is the more effeminate of the two. Lucy's career as a moonshiner has given her fame. She is now under SI,OOO bonds to appear before the United States Qourtto answer the charge of illioit selling. Her plan was a unique one. Her sales were made principally to tho workmen on tho Norfolk uml Western extension. She had a fieet little pony, two jugs and a small revolver. For more than a year she evaded the officers who were after her. She know overy road in the country and had friends aloug them all. Whenever the officers were in pursuit she would be notified and eithor esoapo upon her fleet pony or was shieldod by her friou's. Finally she was surprised, and the oflioers being too muny for her, she surrendered. . Thk polioo of Son Francisoo in their war upon tho Highbinders and other criminal Chinese sooioties have found it nocossnrv to invade the sacred Josshouse. ’The murder of one Chuoy Sue Yoe, a Chinese doctor, was recently traced to the Chun Ling San Tong Society, and as a means to securing evidenoo it was decided to break up tho meeting-plaoe of tho “Council” of tho Society. This the police learned was in an old building in the neighborhood of the office whero the doctor had been shot down ns ho sat working at his desk. A squad of polioo surrounded the pluoe.nnd ten of them broke into it with ajes und sledges. Within a temple of Joss wns discovered, furnished and embellished after the Celestial fashion. Tho polioomen with their axos hewod down the god, split the heavy mahogany tables, laid low idols in tho niohes, and knooked to piooos the metal vessels and other paraphernalia of tho sooioty. Nothing was left intact but an Iron safo containing the records of tho sooiety, whioh wus carried off. A quaint praotioo still exists (or did oxist two years ago) at tho bishop of London’s palace at Fulham; and this oonsistod in what appenrs to bo a timehonored custom of rousing up tho episcopal domestics by moans of a long pole. At Fulham tho palaoo lodgo-keepor has a regular early morning duty to porform in knocking up oortuin of tho servants at successive hours, beginning at about half-past tivo. Tho pole ho uses is not employed, however, like the old church “rousing-Btaves,” which were used in churches directly upon the persons of inattenti vo or dozing mombers of the oougregution to bring them to a proper seme of their position. The venerablo man is provided with a slender rod some fifteen feet in length, and with this he raps on tho antique casements of tho servants’ bedrooms in the quadrangle within tho massive wooden gates of tho large western archway, and no continues his attentions until tho sleeper gives a more or less grateful answer in roply. Tub most widely known of all the “ Royal dogs ” of tho present day is Black, the pet dog of tho Kussiuu Grand Duke Alexis. Black iB a sportsman’s dog of no very urislocratio breed, but of the race of mongrels whioh the fishormen in the south of Franco tuke out to soa. His reoord is not only a common fisherman, but as a “ fisher of men," for he has saved no less than six persons from a watery grave, Home throe or four years ago the Grand Duke Alexis was staying at Biarritz. One stormy day a barge was just being wrecked, and he saw a dog dashing with angrv growls and barks into tho water, and bringing to land, one by one, throe drowning men. The Grand Duke approuched to caress the dog, and the unimal’s master thon offered Black to him, refusing to uooept any payment. A thrilling story comes from Bt. Johns, New Foundtaud, of the rescue of the crew of the l'riuco Edward Island schooner Avenger. She was driven on the rocks twenty miles from St. Johns in u blinding snow storm. While she was pounding to pieces the boat was launched and immediately swamped. Murdock Mills volunteered to swim ashore with a lifeline. He was carried ashore on a big wave, but could not land, the coost boing so precipitous. He wus drawn back on board tho vessel, where be rested an hour, and then tried again and successfully. He drew himself up from one point of rock to another until he reached a place where he could fasten a line. Then he drew ashore a larger line, by means of which the captain and crew all got safely to shore. Tub Empress of Germany is in the habit of writing, for a few minutes daily, in her diury. Nobody ever sees the contents of the diary, not even the emperor. At the close of the year a new diary is opened, and the old one, whioh has a locked clasp, is consigned tfe the iron safe containing her majesty’s domestic jewelry, ns she calls it. meaning the gems she Is in the habit of wearing when state oeremony does not require her to deck herself with the publio jewels of her exalted station. The same key serves for all the diaries, and the empress usually carries it attached to u chatelain at her waist. As her majesty is a keen observer of men and things, it is prebabio that the diaries record many curious impressions and some weighty secrets. Mr. E. Phelps, of Shreveport, La., is a regular customer of a well-known St. Louis shoe merchant. His orders vary in some details, but never in the size of shoes. To an ordinary St. Louisian the sizes between 12 and 17 are unknown. They are never seen in the show windows, and no citizen ventures on the street with shoes of this calibre. But a colony of colored people in Shreveport would put themselves in ngbiiy to wear a sboe smaller than No. 12, and they labpr under no inconvenienoe Whatever when their feet are ensconced in shoes No. 17. The last order called for a’dozen, and it was filled from a special department established for this grade. A hiohlt exolting wildcat chase recently took place at Will's Core, about three miles southwest of Livingston, Va. The cat, whioh was of giguntio proportions, was. seen about it o'clock in the morning by Mrs. Gabriel Johnson and her two daughters, and they immediately set three large greyhounds on it. The animal ran for some distance, but was finally treed by the dogs, and one of the ladies summoned up the courage to got a double-barrelled gun and fire at the monster. Her bravery was repaid by the sight of tho animal falling dead from the tree at the first report of the gun. The ladies are very proud of their success. Jambs McCarty of Gaskill township, one of the most unique characters of Jefferson county, Penn., perhaps of the State, died on a recent Friday, aged 79 years. His death was caused by over-

heating himself dancing in the open atr, for, ola as he was, McCarty could still keep step to a tune in a very lively fashion. He would often plav tho violin and dance to tho music for half an hour at a time, greatly to tho umusomont of tho onlookers. For years his occupation has been hunting. Up to tho time of his last illness he was remarkably aotive. Herb's a nugget for tho superstitious. On the night ot the crisis of the reoeut illness of tho young English Prince tho great clock of Westminster struck thirteen at midnight, acoording to the testimony of a number of members of a political olub in session neur the House of Commons. The futal inference is happily frustrated, however, by simplo fuct. It was Prince Goorgo of Wales and not Prinoe Albert who was critioaliy ill nt tho time, and Princo Goorgo got well. Onk day receutly a olerk in a Dixon grocery storo emptied somo sour wine into a pan and thoughtlessly plaoed it near a ooop filled with ducks. They mudo short work of the pan’s contents, und in a few minutes overy duck in tho coop was under tho influence of a roval "jag.” They reeled and staggered liko drunken men and did not recover from tho offeots of their potatious for several hours. Strawberries and mosquitoes are said to be plentiful In tho neighborhood of Mount St. Elias, the rogion of perpetual ioe and snow. Along the edge of tho glaolor is a strip of luxuriant vegetation, whero strawberry vines covor the ground for miles.

Mark Twain’s Pipes and Tobacco.

Jerome K. Jerome tolls of a very charaotoristio chat ho had with Mark Twain in London, recently, on the subject of tho humorist's greatest fad—pipe-smok-ing. Every one who knows Mark Twain knows that the pipe uud ho are simply inseparable. He generally smokos a granulated tobacco, which ho keops in a long ebook bag made of silk und rubber. When lie has finished smoking,be knocks tho residue from tho bowl of tho pipe, takes out tho stotn, places it in his vest pooket, liko a pencil or a stylogrupliio pen, and throws tho bowl into the bag containing the granulated tobacco. When ho wishes to smoko again (which is usually five minutes later) ho ns' os out the bowl, whioh is now filled with tobacco, Inserts the stem and strikos a light. Noticing that his pipe was very aged and blaok, and knowing that ho wns about to go to Frunoe, whero corn-cob pinos are not, Jerome asked him if lie had brought a supply of pipes with him, “Oh, no," the humorist answered, “I novor smoko anew corn-cob pipe. A now pipes irritates tho throut. No corn -cob pipe is fit for anything until it has boon used at least a fortnight." “ How do you manago then?” Joromo asked. “Do you follow the example of the man with the tight boots —wear them a couple of weeks before they oau be put on?” “No,” said Mark Twain, “I alwnys biro a cboup man —a man who doesn't amount to much, anylmw—who would be as well—or better —dead, nnd let him break In tho pipe for me. I get him to smoko tho pipe for u couple of weeks, then put in a now stem and continue operations as long as tho pipe holds together." Mark Twain brought into Frtuioo with him a huge package of boxes of cigars and tobacoo which bo took personal oharge of. When he placed It on tho dock of the steamer crossing tho English Channel, while I o lit a fresh oigur, lie put his foot on this package so as to be sure of its safety. Ho didn’t appear to care what booanio of tho rest of the luggage, so long as tho tobaooo wus safe. “Going to smuggle that in?" asked Jerome. “ No, sir. I’m the only man on board this steamer who hus any tobacoo. I will say to the customs officer: ' Tax mo what you liko, but don't meddle with tho tobacoo.* They don’t know what tobacco it in France.” —[The Epoch.

Observations.

The liar despises those who believe him, and hates those who do not. The woman who loves you Is at once your detective nnd your accomplice. By the world's law a man Is held guilty until ho is provon innocent—uud afterward. Some people would like to haven Kiquisition to compel liberality and toleration. To tell a woman you love her without doing so, and then to love hor without telling her so, is the Alpha uud Omega of flirtation. How exasperating are thorn sumiynatured people who will never allow you to complain. Many a woman makes a man perfectly wretched becuuse she loves him so much. If I were as rich us my right-hand neighbor, 1 should huve his faults; if I were as poor as my left-hand neighbor, I should have bis. Being myself, 1 have mine. A man who pralsos himself meets with general denial; a man who decries himself finds plenty to agree with him. —[The Century.

Extraordinary Pranks of Rabbits.

Rabbits bare been playing some must extraordinary pranks in and ne r North Lyme, Conn. The other night at a bean supper, while disbes filled with this delightful vegetable were cooliug on the porch of the old Sill house, a drove of the animals ato them all up. On the Sunday evening following they crowded into the vestibule of the church in such numbers as to inL rrapt the sermon. It took the pastor und five members of the congregation nearly a quarter of an hour to clear the room nnd in doing so they killed eighteen rabbits. Monday night the church societv gave a rabbit pie festival.—[Chicago Post.

What an Eye is Worth.

Representative O’Neil says that one of the first pension eases he worked through under the Cleveland administration was f?r a constituent who had become entirely blind. The rate of compensation was 172 a month. Immediately he began to get letters from other constituent!! who had lost an eye in the military service and were getting $lB a month, insisting that their pensions be raised to $36. They argued that if the loss of two eyes entitlod a veteran to $72 a month it was a plain and simple mathematical verity that the loss of one eye should be rated at half that sum.—[Milwaukee Sentinel.

GREAT SPEECH BY HILL.

A MOST ELCfcIUENT APPEAL FOR PARTY UNITY. MUftlsslppl Legislator* Listen to a Powerful Address on tho Political Issues ot the Day and Pass Resolutions Thanking the Senator. Address at Jackson. At Jackson,-Miss., Senator Hill and party wtro met at tlie station by an immenso crowd und were welcomed to the oity by Gov. Stone, whose guests they became during their stay. A reception was tendered Mr. Hill at the Exeoutlvo Mansion, when tho Senator shook hands with several thousand persons. Tlie Legislature met in joint session in tho hall of the House of Representatives, with Liout. Gov. Evans and Speaker street as presiding officers. The galleries and lobbies wore crowded to the utmost und loud cheers greeted Senator Hill as lie entered the hall in company fkjth Gov. Stone. In introducing Senftor Hill Gov. Stone said: A* u MlsHtsslpplmi I fool greatly honored In huviug one among us so distinguished as tho gentleman who will speak to you here to-day. Ho comes to us undisguised as a representative of the groat National Democracy, a man endowed with every requirement and accomplishment nocessary to make him a great loader of parties and of men. Senator Hill faced his Mississippi audtonoo calm and collected, and after the applause which greeted his Introduction bad subsided, ho spoko in substance as follows: I am deoply sensible, gentlemen of the Legislature of the Btato of Mlsalsslppl, how rare your bestowal hus been of that distinguished honor which, with open pride, I come hither to receive at your hands and to acknowledge with gratitude. What statesman of our groat Republic, the most venerable, tlie most renowned among the living or tho doad In tho very flowering of his fame, would not hove made haste and travoled long for the gathering of such a loaf to bind with all Its laurels? The old world hus had 1U cordial embassies from sovereign state. In this now world, where tho people rule, shall wo not brighten overy tie that links our democratic denominations, principalities and powers, tn tho banded sovereignty of an lmpertsbablo Union? I will trust your white - haired veterans familiar with public caroa 1 will trust tho youngest mnn,who troads for tho llrst tlnio tho hulls and is burning to hurl his heart into tho service of the Btato to know thut thankfulness I shall over feel, gentlemen of tho Stute of Mississippi, to huve this for an hour, tho focus of that reciprocal goodwill to which I o(o the favor and return to you on bohulf of tho Btato of Now York. There Is good reason at all times for Interchange of thought between tho people of forty-four Htateq baml«d together for Ufa to Insure one another’s liberty In tho pursuit of happiness. Ilut thero Is excellent reason at the prciont time for such Interchange In the men whoso political philosophy und practical politics alike urn .summed up In preserving for our own bonollt, benefit of times to como, tho great Democratic faith and trndltlon. It wns never in such peril. Scarcely ovor till now, November two yours ago and November next, did popular oloctlpns puli tn Issue such extreme Ganger or so largo a deliverance. Tho grounds upon which Democrats of tho Btato of New York havo taken their stand Is tho whule Democratic faith and tradition—not some corner of it nioroly, not some special center of It merely, but tho whole. This Is tho ground upon which I would seo tho Democrats cf the Htutnof Mississippi, with all Democrats of the North, South. East und West, both of tho regular organization and tho Farmers' Alliance, unite and take tholr stand In the approaching contest. Other duties for another day. For, like tho victory of Jefferson, thli union, this victory will close a chapter of history: will doom to Anal disintegration a degraded party and Hx tho direction of our political prngross for somo decades In the century to come. Now, us In principle. I depend for triumphs upon parties and the organization of parties. They create parties. It Is tho Democratic principle which has croated tho Democratic parly. In Its union lies a greater strongth than all Its enemies combined can over finally subvert. It survlvos every disaster. It Is tho groat and most nfltdont organ of tho people's power. Tho Democratic party Is stronger than any man or sot, of men. No man Is Indispensable to Its success, for its strength Is with the people: It Is greater nnd more p-iwerful than any class, however numerous. Tbereforo It i« lurgo. tolerant, liberal, progressive. It Invites to Its membership and its control all men who will uphold tho Democratic faith and tradition and upply them to the people's no -di. j

“Tho Republican party,” he said, “passed the McKinley laws superadding to the protective taxes of tho tariff of 1882 tho reciprocity humbug, the new subsidy and bounty swindle and still higher protected taxes. Against united > Democratic \ otes the Republican Congreos also passed the Bnormnn silver law, into which every Republican monetary heresy is crowded that has kept our finance in perpetual disorder for thirty yours, torturing our merchants with uncertainty und fear and turning our foreign commerce, our sales of wheat arid our sales of cotton Into a dully gamble. “Those laws were passed under permission of tlie Constitution to make laws ‘to promote the general welfare.’ This was ‘ promoting the general welfaro ’ by promoting their own welfare with protected monopolies.” In concluding his address, Mr. Hill said no help can bo looked for from Republican partisans, but he called upon all good peoSle of tho country to make alliance in lovomber next with no other than with the Democratic party, in order to correct existing evils. “Unity," he said, “was to enable the Democratic party to call a halt in the growth and spread of the grinding monopolies. Tho fanners, for their own deliverance, should re-en-force tho Democrats, and enable that party to dethrone the indorser of every act of the billion-dollar Congress. Alone, he said, the farmors could do nothing but defeat their own hopes and re-eleot the party whose policy of protected taxes plundered tho farmer first and most of all. Continuing, Mr. Hill urged a close adherence and strict construction of the Constitution of tho United States, which he said was “the standing marvel In the history of civilized men.” The powers which it grunts aro few and specified, and it concentrates and centralizes these few. After a century of storm and stress, it remains almost wholly unruptured and has emerged unimpaired from tho torsion of our war. It is not any legalized excursions by congress outside the constitution which explaines why we still live and move and have our being beneath Its SBgis. It is in spite of transgressions, not by help of them that we still live. We have not profited by them; we have survived them. It is the old abridgment and limitations of the functions of government to its own proper business, despite transgressions; it is tho distribution and devolution of its powers, despite usurpations; it is the prohibition of State powers; it is the declaratidn of Btate rights; it is the reservation and surrender of the reeidue to the States, respectively, for the people, out of which we have truly lived and still bear our life; it is individual freedom, not a patoinal government rule, which explains our swift expansion frem a friago of thirteen feeble colonies to a continent of mighty States. Cheer after cheer resounded through the Capitol at the conclusion of Senator Hill’s speech. Scarcely had be resinned his seat when R, H, Henry offered resolutions profusely thanking the Senator.