Democratic Sentinel, Volume 22, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 February 1898 — Page 2

Bt)f|lmiocrotitgfiiliiici J. W. McEWEIf, Publisher. RENSSELAER, - - - INDIANA

SPELLED IT “NINTY.”

ORTHOGRAPHY LEADS TO A THIEF’S DETECTION. Robber of Mail Boxes Captured in Ohio Confesses His Crime— Light Catch of Behring Sea Seals Is Predicted for This Year. Adroit Thief Canght. .¶ Timothy Hogan. who has eluded all of the secret service men of the country and the detectives of many cities, as well as several private agencies, for the last year, was arrested at Westerville, a village about twelve miles north of Columbus, O. Hogan is wanted for rifling mail boxes in many cities in the United States, and for raising and passing checks secured from letters deposited in the mails. When arrested Hogan had in his possession 120 mail box keys, secured in as many different cities in the United States; also over 200 letters, which he had taken from the mails in different eities in Ohio, principally Columbus. On all the cheeks changed or altered in which the word “ninety” occurred the word was spelled "ninty.” It was by means of this misspelled word that Hogan's operations were followed from place to place. Hogan is about 30 years of age and has a wife and family in Chicago. Hogan escaped from Blackwell Island. New York, a little over a year ago, and has a little over four years of his sentence there yet to serve. SEALS SCARCE AND WILD. Light Catch in Behring Sea Predicted for This Season. .¶ The sailing fleet out of San Francisco this season is very small and the outlook is not encouraging. Captain O'Leary of the schooner Geneva reports that seals arr very scarce and wild and the weather very unsuitable for sealing. Captain Nelson of the schooner Mary Nelson has lost seven men by desertions, and had to put into port for repairs. He also says that few seals are to be found, and predicts a light catch. It is stated that the Cox and Marvin sealing fleet of Victoria, B. C., will not be put in commission this year, although seal hunters had been engaged. It is not known whether the precautions taken by the United States to prevent poaching have had anything to do with the retirement of this fleet of British sealers.

REVIVAL OF SLAVERY METHOD Young Negro Sentenced to Be Lashed Every Day for a Month. .¶ A sentence just passed by the Atlanta, Ga., city court upon Joe Lee, a 10-year-old negro boy, is creating a great deal of comment. It is that he be confined in the city stockade and whipped by one of the officers every day for thirty days. There is no law for this. The case, however, is exceptional. While Lee is young in years and small in stature, he is a desperado. He made several attempts to kill his sister, and the last attempt came near succeeding. As a consequence she had him locked up at the station house. The officials held a conference, and then asked the sister, as the boy’s natural guardian, for her permission to lock him up and lash him for thirty days. She gave her can- [con-] sent. Pike’s Peak Murder Avenged. .¶ At Colorado Springs, Colo., the jury in the case of Shirley D. Chamberlin, charged with the murder of Herbert H. Kay of Wisner, Neb., on Pike’s Peak in August, last, brought in a verdict of murder in the first degree. Kay had started to ascend the peak by night, and his dead body was found forced into a small culvert under the cog railroad at a point about 12,000 feet above the sea level. The evidence against Chamberlin was circumstantial but conclusive, and the jury was out only about an hour. Bullet Wound in His Head. .¶ William H. Heath, manager of the Central Electric Express Company of St. Louis, was found dying in Forest Park from a bullet wound in the head. It was evidently a ease of suicide. The young man was taken to the city hospital, where he died. He was a relative of Perry H. Heath, assistant Postmaster General. The cause for the deed is a mystery.

Sunday Deeds of Trust Void. .¶ The appeal of Hill, Fontaine & Co. of St. Louis from the decision of the United States Circuit Court of Arkansas in their suit against Henry C. and Laura Hite to foreclose a deed of trust has resulted in an affirmative judgment in favor of the defendants in the Court of Appeals, that court holding that the deed was void because executed on Sunday. Clara Nevada Is Lost. .¶ The report of the loss of the Klondike steamer Clara Nevada, with all on board, is confirmed by the news brought by the Canadian Pacific Railway steamer Islander. There were forty persons—passengers and crew—on board. Coaches for Both Races. .¶ The separate coach bill has passed the Legislature of South Carolina. It requires railroads to furnish separate but identical accommodations for first-class passengers for both races. Missouri Bank Robbed. .¶ Early the other morning burglars blew open the safe in the Farmers’ Bank at Sheridan, Mo., securing $2,000 in cash and nearly $1,000 in negotiable paper. The work was probably done by experts. Explosion Destroys the Maine. .¶ At a quarter of 10 o'clock the other evening a terrible explosion took place on board the United States cruiser Maine in Havana harbor. Many were killed or wounded. As yet the cause of the explosion is not apparent. New Strike in Blue Jay Mine. .¶ Another rich strike is reported as having been made in the Blue Jay mine of Morrison Gulch, a tributary of Coffee creek, Cal., by the Groves brothers. The newpocket is said to be worth $60,000. It will be remembered that a $40,000 strike by the Groves brothers caused a rush to Coffee creek last summer. Distinguished Geologist Dying. .¶ Sir William Dawson, one of the most distinguished geologists of the world, and formerly at the head of the McGill university, is dying of paralysis at Montreal. Canada. Boxing Stopped in St. Louis. .¶ Acting President Lewis of the St. Louis Board of Police Commissioners, has issued a fiat to Chief of Police Harrigan, stating that public sparring or boxing exhibitions are a violation of the laws of Missouri. He directed that hereafter the law be enforced in such cases. May Be Murder. .¶ Joseph Keller, chief of police of Terrell, Texas, is a prisouer in the Dallas city jail and is likely to have to answer to a charge of murder. He shot and it is believed mortally wounded James Salmons, a hack driver, in a dispute over a hack bill.

WOOED AND MARRIED

BY CHARLOTTE M BRAEME

CHAPTER Xll—(Continued.! The woman was waiting to see her in one of the ante-rooms. Lady faraven’s generous heart was touched as she looked at her, she was so thin, so worn, with a face so white and so sad. and great despairing eyes; her clothes were a thin, shabby dress and a still thinner and shabbier shawl. As the young countess stood before her in ail the pride of her youth and beauty, amid ail the luxury of her surroundings, she felt, in some vague way. ashamed of the contrast. “Did you want me?” she said, in a low, gantle voice. ”1 am Lady Caraven. Did you wish to see me?” The thin, worn hands were clasped tightly. The woman hardly seemed to have the power of speech. “Do not be afraid.” said the young countess; "tell me what you want.” “Oh, my lady, my lady,” was the cry that seemed to come from a breaking heart, “will you take pity on me?” “I will indeed, if I can. If I can help you, I promise that I will. What is the matter? Y'ou must not fear to tell me. I can understand the sorrows of others, and feel.for them.” The woman looked up into the kindly, benutiful face.

“I hardly know how to tell you, my lady. It is not the earl's fault. None of us blame him; lie does not know it. It is all Mr. Blantyre's doing.” “But what is it?” she asked, gently. “Y'ou forget that I do not know.” “My lady, it is this: My husband—a fine, strong, handsome young man—was killed here in the woods two years ago; he was a keeper, and there was a fight with the poachers—my husband, John AA'oodruff, was killed. He was a fine, handsome young man, my lady, and we had three little children. I was fetched to him after he was hurt. He half been struck with the butt-end of a gun, and the doctor said that the moment he was moved he would die. So his companions fetched me to him, my lady—me, with my three little children; and we saw him in the early dawn of the morning, lying in the clover, dying—dying, my lady—the dear lad, who had never given me an angry word. AA'e knelt down beside him and he tried to raise his bead to look at the children for the last time; but lie could not see them —his eyes were dim, he groped with his hands, as though he was in darkness. He neither saw them nor me, but he knew that I was there. “ ‘Ellen,’ he said—and even in dying the •words sounded quite clear—‘Ellen, you have been a good wife to me. I am losing my life for a few birds of my lord’s; but he will see to you. The earl will see

to you—he will never let you want.’ And all the men standing round him said: “ ‘That is right enough; the earl will never let you want.’ “But, my lady, it was the keepers who buried my husband—l think the earl forgot him. We lived then in a little cottage —one belonging to the earl; and, my lady, since my husband’s death I have lived there —I do not know why—rent fl-ee. Living there has been my livelihood. I have had no rent to pay; and every week I have earned a few shillings by taking in washing for the people ut Court ItnvenSo, my lady, the little cottage has, after a fashion, kept me and my children. But now n paper has come to say that henceforth we must pay rent—four-and-six-pencc each week —for the place; and, my lady, if I pay it, I shall not be able to buy bread for my children to At.” “But you shall not pay it,” said the young countess.” “Oh, my lady, bless you! If you would but speak to the earl for me! lie is young, and he does not think—he does not know. If you would but speak to him for me!” “I will do all I can,” said the countess: “come and see me again in three days’ time from now.” And Lady Caraven placed in the thin hand that which mnde the widow’s heart beat fast for joy. “Lord Caraven,” she said that evehing, “I have a favor to ask from you—a great favor. AVill you grout it?” Then she told him. Her heart sank as she saw his face grow dark and angry.

' “Which of the servants told you that woman was here?” “Will you tell me why you wish to know, Lord Caraven?” 1 “Yes; the moment I know I shall dismiss him without a character, for disobedience.” “If he disobeyed you,” she said, “I am sorry for it. But pray do not allow that to inliuence you against my petition.” j He turned round angrily. “Plainly speaking, Hildred,” he said, ’ i have quite enough annoyance with my tenants without interference from you, and I cannot allow- ” "Lord Caraven,” she interrupted, eagerly, “do believe me—l have not the least wish to interfere, but this poor woman—if you had seen her pale, hungry face and isad eyes.” “It is easy enough to look hungry,” he said, impatiently. Her face flushed, her eyes shone brightly. “Let me ask you, my lord,” she said, “hnve you ever remembered that all this wealth was given to you, not for your own especial self-indulgence, but in trust for the poor and the needy ?” “I should like you to tell Blantyre that,” sneered the earl. “I have never remembered anything of the kind.” “Then let me tell you it is true. I would sooner be the poorest beggar turned from your door than I would be you, with your youT estates, your wealth, your dead conscience, nnd your dead heart.” And with an air of dignity, the young countess swept from the room, leaving him dumb with rage. CHAPTER XIII. It was a humiliation for Lady Caraven when Mary Woodruff came again, to tell her that she had failed in her mission—that, even at her solicitation, the earl had refused the little boon she asked. She would have given much if she could have shown even to this poor widow some proof of his desire to please her—but she could not. She was one of those people who never ■defer a disagreeable duty. She sent that same day for the poor creature, who came trembling for the fate of herself and her children. Lady Caraven received her very kindly, but entered at once into the matter. “I am-sorry to tell you,” she said, “that I have failed. Lord Caraveu does not 4e«l inclined to-forego the rent,”

"It is not my lord.” cried the woman. “I know it is not. It is Mr. Blantyre's fault: he said I should and must pay. But 1 cannot, my lady; I have not the means.” “I have thought it all over,” said Lady Caraven. ”1 cannot get the cottage rentfree for you, but I can pay Jhe rent. I will give it to you every month, but it must be on the condition that yon tell no one. Lord Caraven might b# displeased if he heard of it.” It was humiliating at first to her to give charities unknown to her husband, and then to beg that they might be kept secret. The gratitude of the poor woman in some measure compensated her, and made her feel less miserable. But, though Lord Carafen had "laughed and sneered and spoken angrily, he had not forgotten his wife’s words. Not for the world would he have owned it, or that they had made the least impression on him—on the contrary, he was, if possible, more brusque and abrupt, quoted Biantyre c Ynore frequently, and talked more than ever of what he would do with the poor tenants —yet her words haunted him. They seemed to be written in letters of fire, let him turn his eyes whither he would.

As to Ilildred, her humiliation had been great. She was fast losing heart and patience; her iiope had died a lingering death —there was no gleam of comfort left her, turn which way she might. Sir Raoul was ill and seldom able to leave his room. Owing to the number of guests in the house, she could not spend so much time with him as formerly. - She was dispirited and depressed. Above all, she disliked some of the visitors whom Lord Caraven had invited. There was one who was young, effeminate, weak in character, not much stronger in mind —a Lieutenant Hilstone, who had just succeeded to a large fortune, and who seemed nt n loss how to get rid of it most quickly. Lady Caraven had a shrewd suspicion bh to how much they won from him. More than once she had overheard heavy wagers made with him which she knew he must lose. She was scornfully impatient. Was not this conduct of her husband disgraceful—to allow a weak young soldier like the lieutenant to be what she considered robbed? One of the earl's most intimate friends —one, indeed, who knew all his affairs — was Sir Anthony Oldys; and Ilildred overheard him, quite by chance, one day lay-

ing a heavy wager with the young lieutenant. She looked at him calmly. “Sir Arthur,” she said, "I do not consider that is quite fair; Lieutenant Hilstone has no chance. You know more than he does when you lay such a wager —you know that you will win it.” She never forgot the sneer with which he turned to her. “Lady Caraven,” he said, “permit me to offer you my congratulations. You understand money matters almost us well as your talented father.” Without replying to Sir Arthur Oldys’ insult, without word or comment, Lady Caraven instantly quitted the room, her heart burning with hot indignation. How well her husband’s friends must know that he did not love her! They would never dare to speak to her as they did' but for that knowledge. How well they must know it, when they dared to try to insult her through her father! The pleasaunce must have been constructed by some one who knew how human nature longed for rest. Few of the Ravensinere people knew of its existence —the visitors did not. Some of the servants were in perfect ignorance as to its whereabouts. It was constructed for the sole and exclusive use of the Ladies Caraven.

The young countess bethought herself of this retreat. She had one key of the dark green door that led to it; Sir Raoul had another. She would go thither, she said to herself, and look her life in the face, and then decide what to do with it. It was slowly dawning across her that she would not be able to bear her trials much longer; that she could not and \Vould not endure them; that there was a brighter life somewhere, which she was determined to find out; that she could not sacrifice her whole life to a shadow of duty; that, in fact, she would go forth free. Free! The very word made her heart beat quickly. She went to the pleasaunce. If she were interrupted there, it could be only by her husband or Sir Raoul; there was no fear of intruders. A sense of relief came to her when she found herself between the four high walls. The blue sky smiled down upon her, the languid air stirred faintly, the scent of roses came to her on the wind; it was like a reprieve to enter that quiet retreat and feel alone. She walked down one of the broad, straight paths to where crimson carnations grew side by side with white lilies, and there she seated herself to rest — alone. There was no sound of men’s voices or of light laughter; no sneer could reach her where she was; there was nothing but the blue sky above, and the breath of the sweet western wind. , She was shut out from all sounds—alone’ with the thread of her life in her hands.

Suddenly—she could not tell why—the self-command of long years broke down. Her pride, her courage, her high spirit, the proud sense of resentment that had sustained her, broke down, and she wept ns she had seldom wept in her life before. The passionate tears seemed to relieve her. It was a luxury to weep there alone —for once to give herself up to a full sense of her misery, of her disappointment, of her blighted life—for once to dare to look the truth full in the face, and own to herself that she was one of the most miserable, most wretched girls in the whole wide world. She sobbpd out the words. It was a relief to say them, a relief to say even to herself that she was miserable; she had been so proudly reticent, so self-restrain-ed.

Suddenly a hand was laid upon her shoulder, and, looking up, she saw Sir Raoul standing by her side. In his pale face, worn with pain and suffering, she saw infinite pity, infinite love; compassion and tenderness shone in his eyes. He had never looked so true and so noble as he did just then. He bent over her. “Hildred, poor child, is it so bad as this?” he asked. “It is so bad,” she said, “that it could not be worse, Raoul—nothing could be worse. I am tired of it. I am going away.” “Going away?” he repeated, slowly. “That is what I feared. Have your patience, your forbearance, come to an end at last, Hildred?” “Yes,” she replied, truthfully, “they have, at last.” He was silent for a few minutes, and then, as she looked up at him, a great awe stole over her. His eyes were raised to the clear skies, his lips moved. Surely in «‘picture she had seen a figure some-

thing like this, with a serene light on tte brow. Her anger, her impatience, her bitter contempt and dislike seemed to fall away from her. even from that one look at his face. She rose suddenly into something nobler than a weeping, vengeful, unhappy woman. ”Y'ou are going away, Hildred—you can bear it no longer? Poor child! You may run away and leave your home, Hildred; but that will be a commonplace ending. Do that which is nobler, higher, better—resign yourself, submit to your fate and make the best of it. As a handsome and noble woman use your influence with your hnsband to rouse him from his Slough of Despond into a higher life.” She was looking at him in sheer wonder. “How ran I influence Lord Caraven?” she asked.

"Y'ou can do it by pntience and perseverance. Say to yourself that the task of your life shall be to make him a good man. Instead of ruuning away from it, devote yourself to it. There is much said of woman’s mission—let that be yours, and surely there can be no higher or holier mission than to rouse an indolent man to a sense of his duty, a selfish inay from his self-indulgence." "But how could I do it, Raoul?” she asked. "Y'ou could do it iu some fashion. The weli-beipg—nay. the very souls of men lie in women’s hands. Here is a lifelong task for you—a glorious mission, a noble work. Give your life to'your husband — to the task of him to a sense of his duties —to the task of making him a good man and a useful member of society. a conscientious steward of great wealth, a just land uvner; teach him how to be kind and- just aud merciful, help him to lead a fair and uobie life. Could any woman wish for a more glorious task than this?” Some of the light that shone on his face was reflected on hers. "It would be a noble task,” she said, thoughtfully. “Could I accomplish it, Raoul?” “AA'ith perseverance and self-control that would amount to heroism you might,” he replied. ”Y'ou must be the sculptor who, from a mass of qualities, good and bad intermixed, must try to produce a perfect character.” “But,” she said, doubtfully, “he does not love me.”

“That does not matter. I prophesy that he will love you in the end —that when you have roused his soul from its sleep it will turn to you naturally as the sunflower turns to the sun.” And an almost saintly enthusiasm shone on his face. She caught his hand and kissed it. He saw her face clear and a bright, earnest light shine in her >yes. She walked slowly down the path, Sir Raoul by her side. She looked round on the four high ivied walls. “I have always loved this little pleasaunce,” she said. “ I shall love it better than ever now. It will seem almost like a church to me.” “Why like a church?” he asked, with some amusement. “Because one of the best sermons I have ever heard has been preached to me here,” she replied. “I have learned a lesson here. I shall never see these high ivied walls or touch a crimson carnation without thinking of you, Raoul, aud all that you have said.” Then he watched her as she went from one bed of mignonette to another, looking eagerly for the choicest sprays, holding them up to him with wistful, eager face and sweet, pathetic eyes. “Will this do, and this?” she asked as simply as a child. “Oh, Raoul, I hope he will not be angry—l hope he will be pleased! I shall tell you how I get on. I am nervous about it.” In another minute the beautiful face had disappeared, and Sir Raoul was left in the pleasaunce alone. “A man might lay down his life for such a woman as that,” he said, with what was almost a sigh. (To he continued.!

CANNIBALS’ QUEER ACTS.

statistics in Regard to the Practice of Eating Human Flesh. Manuscript recently discovered in the neighborhood of Cairo gives some interesting Information in regard to cannibalism. For thousands of years the fashion of eating human flesh prevailed In Cairo and the adjoining country. The object, however, was not to satisfy hunger, but rather to honor the d.ead. Only the arms and legs were eaten, and for all we know to the contrary the remaining, portions of the bodies wore treated with becoming reverence.

Taking this established fact as a starting point, Flinders Petrie, the eminent English archeologist, recently sot himself to study the psychology of anthropophagy, and he was soon in possession of several other equally remarkable facts. For example, lie learned that of every hundred persons who eat human flesh twenty do so with the object of honoring the dead as well as of securing their good will,’and thus obtaining for themselves perfect happiness in the next world. Such is the custom of the Thibetans, as well as of the Australian and South American aborigines. The Thibetans were especially wont to hold most impressive religious ceremonies while the cannibalistic feats were going on. The Samoides do not hesitate to eat their parents, and in defence of their conduct they maintain that the dead will thus live more happily and altogether' more comfortably in the* future life. In ancient times certain tribes invariably ate their deceased friends and relatives, as they considered that it would be a monstrous thing to hand them over to the tender mercies of the worms. All cannibals, however, jure not actuated by such unselfish motives. According to a writer ill the Journal des Debates, many cannibals eat human flesh with the object of obtaining direct benefits thereby. Thus we are told that nineteen pier cent, of them eat the most stalwart warriors who fall in battle, with the hope of increasing their own courage and that they also eat dead children, with the object of thus recovering their lost youth. Again, ten p>er cent, eat their nearest relatives through religious motives, since they hope thus to escape the wrath of the gods. Moreover, five per cent, eat human flesh because they ho]re in this manner to piunish those whom they are eating. There is room for much further investigation in this direction, and those who know Mr. Petrie are confident that he will in the near future discover many more equally interesting facts regarding cannibalism.

A landlord’s duty to use reasonable care to protect |the property of his tenant from injury by the elements while repairing a roof or putting on a new one at his request is held, in Wertheimer vs. Saunders tWls.), 37 L: R. A. 146, to be one which he cannot delegate to an independent contractor so as to be relieved from liability if the contractor is negligent

1732. GEORGE WASHINGTON. 1799.

Geo:ge Washington, the First President of ihe United States, was born on Bridge Cre.k, Westmoreland County, Va., Feb. 22, 1732, and died at Mount Veruott, Dec. 14, 1799.

WHERE WASHINGTON WAS BORN.

Monument Marks the Birthpluce of the Father of Onr Country. A monument in honor of George Washington now marks the place of his In 1805 Congress appropriated SII,OOO in furtherance of the project, but not until July 4 of the following year did unveiling take place. The monument stands fifty-one feet above the cement foundation, the monolith shaft rising 40 feet 4 inches above the base. The shaft springs from a foundation fourteen feet square and eight feet high. Dressed down the shaft weighs about thirty-six tons. Above this [rises the stone of the first base, twelve feet square and one foot eight inches ligh. On this rests the second base, nine feet three inches square and three feet ' iigh. Above this is the die upon which th > inscription is cut, and this is six feet five

WASHINGTON'S BIRTHPLACE MONUMENT.

inches square and four feet ten inches high. The pjinth just above it is four feet five inches square and one foot two inches high. The shaft that springs from this is three feet eight inches square and rises forty feet four inches above the plinth. The marble for this notable landmark was quarried at Barre, Vt.. Washington’s birthplace is near Wakefield, forty-two miles from Fredericksburg, Va„ and no one can imagine the dreary isolation of the place. The site of the house in which Washington was born, which was determined before the erection of the monument only by a scattering pile of broken bricks and mortar from the chimney, is about one mile and a half from the Potomac at a point where that river is about seven miles wide and about six or seven hundred feet from Pope’s creek, formerly Bridge’s creek. The Government has built a wharf 1,080 feet long out into the Potomac, and when the grounds are beautified it is intended that the river steamers shall stop here.

HOUSE WHERE WASHINGTON' WAS BORN.

The nearest point now to be reached is Colonial Beach, some ten or twelve miles distant, from which point one has the choice only of driving or sailing to the spot.

The Experiment Failed.

No man admires the memory of George Washington more than Chauncey >l. Depew, and the only defect Mr. Depew ever saw in the character of the greatest American he related at a dinner in honor of the celebration of the battle of Princeton. Washington’s quiet dignity and sternness ot character prevented not only himself but his companions from enjoying the hilarity necessary to a good dinner. “The grandfather of Gen. Cochrane was surgeon general of the staff, and he used to tell this story of the attempt of the younger members to break through this reserve and bring the commander-in-chief into sympathy with both the serious and hilarious incidents that happened. The novel method of producing this result was thalj the best raconteur should tell the story which had found the greatest success. and then that Gov. Morris, the most brilliant, audacious nnd best loved of the officers, should slap the general on the back and say, ‘Old gentleman, how do you 'like *.? Washington was first aston-

islied, then a grieved expression came over his face and he slowly rose and with great dignity retired from the room. This was the last experiment they made upon Gen. Washington.”

WASHINGTON’S POLITENESS.

A Very Pleasant Anecdote of the Great American Gcutlemun. In the Century there is an article by Martha Littlefield Phillips, giving “Kecollections of Washington and His Friends.” The author is a granddaughter of the youngest daughter of Gen. Nathaniel Greene's, and she tells the following story in the words of her grandmother, concerning a visit of the latter to Washington at Philadelphia: “One incident which occurred during that visit was so comical in itself, and so characteristic of Washington, that I recall it for your entertainment. Early in a bright December morning a droll-loolcing old countryman called to see the President. In the midst of their interview breakfast was announced; and the President invited his visitor, as was his hospitable wont on such occasions, to a seat beside him at the table. The visitor drank his coffee from his saucer, but lest any grief should come to the snowy damask, he scraped the bottom of his cup on the saucer’s edge before setting it down on the tablecloth. He did it with such audible vigor that it attracted my attention, and that of several young people present, always on the alert for occasions of laughter. We were so indiscreet as to allow our amusement to become obvious. Gen. Washington took in the situation, and immediately adopted his visitor's method of drinking his coffee, making the scrape even more pronounced than the one he reproduced. Our disposition to laugh was quenched at once.”

MRS. WASHINGTON’S BEDTIME.

A Homelike Picture Described in Mrs. Wharton’s “Martha Washington.”

lIS. JAMES GIBSON, whd frequently visited Mrs. Washington when, as the President’s wife, she resided In > Philadelphia, then 1 the capital of the i United States, gives n homelike picture of that lady and her favorite granddaughter. M r s. Gibson’s language barton in her "Mur-

tha Washington”: “Mrs. Washington was in the habit of retiring at an early hour to her own room, unless detained by company, and there, no matter what the hour, Nellie (Miss Curtis) attended her. “One evening my father’s Carriage being late in coming for me, my dear young friend invited me to accompany her to grandmamma’s room. There, after some little chat, Mrs. Washington apologized to me for pursuing her usual preparations for the night, and Nellie entered upon her accustomed duty by reading a . chapter and a psalm from the old family Bible, after which all present knelt in evening prayer. “Mrs. Washington’s faithful maid then assisted her to disrobe and lay her head upon the pillow. Nellie then sang a verse of some sweetly soothing hymn, and then, leaning down, received the parting blessing for the night, with some emphatic remarks on her duties, improvements, etc. The effect of these judicious hhbits and teachings appeared in the granddaughter’s character through life.”

When Washington Was Young. The stagecoach rolled along its way, On tireless axle hung, The speediest travel of the day When Washington was young. A wick in tallow- wax impearled Its feeble luster flung To light the darkness of the world When Washington was young. But thirteen States and thirteen stars Historic poets sung. Who scanned the patriotic bars When. Washington was young. That selfsame flag to-day is fraught (O’er seventy millions swung) With principles of honor/taught When Washington was young. Grand history lessons are enrolled Its stars and stripes among. Hurrah, then, for the days of old, When Washington was young! —Chicago Tost.

Where Washington Took the Oath.

An interesting relic of the early days of the republic was discovered by workmen remodeling the old Senate chamber in the Court of Common Pleas building, adjoining Independence Hall. In the course of the work the court platform was

removed and underneath it was found aa old platform, which the members believa was that of the Senate chamber, and they argue that there is little or no room to doubt that upon these boards George W ashington was inaugurated President. Ihe historical associations of this building, and particularly of the room in which the old platform was fount!, are thus briefly recorded on the tablet placed on the Chestnut street wall: “In this building sat the first Senate and first House cl Representatives of the United States of America. He.t in George was inaugurat'd President March. Ibb.i, and closed his official career when herein; clso. Job:i Adams was inaugurated second President of the United States March 4, lio7.” —Philadelphia Ledger.

ORIGIN OF DUELING.

The Practice Arose in Anglo-Saxon Countries in 059. The Wager of Battle, which, first instituted by the Lombards in (559, was introduced into England by William to supersede to some extent the old ordeals by fire and water, was the origin of duelling in English-Speaking countries. Whenever the Itinerant judges held Idea/ such as were convicted of murders, felonies, or breaches of King's peace,- through having been taken in the very act, were condemned to undergo the ordeal by water. When, however, the prisoner was brought to trial, “charged only by the voice of public fame or at the prosecution of a private individual,” he might plead not guilty, and declare his readiness to defend his innocence with his body. In this case the combatants, provided with a leathern target and a stout stave an ell in length, were compelled to fight till one was either killed or unable to continue to combat, or the night supervened. This law was still in force at the commencement of the present century, and enabled Abraham Thornton to escape his just desert for the murder of May Ashford. In the court of chivalry the combatants, armed with sword and dagger, and clothed in defensive armor, fought till one was either disabled or cried “craven!” when he ‘■‘was stripped of his armor on the spot where he lay, was dragged by horses out of the lists, and immediately hanged or beheaded in the presence of the mareschal.” The first recorded battle by single combat was that fought before William 11., in 1096. between Geoffrey Baynard and William, Earl of Eu, when the latter, being defeated, was blinded, and suffered mutilation.

WASHINGTON’S ANCESTORS.

Old English Building Dates from the Seventeenth Century. Washington Hall, in Durham County, England, which was lately sold under the hammer, with the adjoining grounds, for $2,025, was the early home of the ancestors of George Washington. The building dates from the early part of the seventeenth century, aud it was erected by William James, Bisiiop of Durham. It is of stone, having mullioned windows and boldly projecting porches. A large outstanding chimney is at one end of the house. The building is now fast falling into ruin. The Washington family occupied the old manor for five centuries before the hall was built. William de Wessington’s name appears as witness to the charters of the Bishop

HOME OF WASHINGTONS ANCESTORS.

of Durham between 12C0 aud 1274, and Washington Irving hns traced to the Wessingtons of Durham George Washington’* ancestry.

Bobby’s Reason.

I know that Washington was true And good, and beat the British, too. Ami never onee lost hope—that is, When things went wrong he just kept cool. But what I like him for is this, ’Cause on his birthday there's no school. —Household.

Quite Different.

’Tls said he could not tell a lie, George W., noble youth, With him my son George does not vie; He cannot tell the truth. —Judge.

Imitating George.

Fond Papa—Now, my little son, I hope you will never forget this story that I have told you about the immortal Father of Ilis Country, and that you will strive to follow his noble example.

Fond Papa (next day)—What the Boy—l couldn't find any cherry trees, Pop, so I cut down a couple of rows of apple trees instead.

The British crown is made up of diamonds, rubbles, pearls and emeralds, set In silver aud gold bands. It weighs 39 ounces and pennyweights, troy. In It {here are a,452 diamonds, 273 pearls, 9 rubies, 17 sapphiren p nd 11 emeralds.