Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 December 1883 — Page 3

With loving blue The blackbirds have their wills,

Past, future, glimpse and fads Thro' some slight spell, Some gleam from yonder vale,

Some fair blue fell, And sympathies, how frail, Iu sound and smell.

No one enjoyed the ball at Bayneham more than the stately countess, who rejoiced In seeing all those of brilliancy and note in the county assembled under her son's roof. She listened with exquisite delight to the praises the Duke of Laleham lavished upon his young hostess. As Barbara could nfever be mistress of that grand old castle, it was well to have some one whose beauty and grace were ao uni versally admired.

When Lord Bayneham joined his mother, asking her to take a walk through the rooms with him, he was surprised and delighted to find that for the first time she spoke with warm affection and admiration of his wife still more when they came to a quiet little boudoir, where Hilda had sought refuge for a few minutes' repose. "Tired," she said, in answer to her husband's question—"just a little, Claud. I am tired with pleasure and happiness it is all so bright and beautiful"

Lord Bayneham smiled. To Hilda's great surprise the countess, who had never embraced her since her weding day, went up to her, and kissed the fair face that flushed with joy as she did so. "You have charmed me this evening, Hilda," said Lady Bayneham, kindly. "I shall begin to believe that you win all hearts."

She passed on leaving the husband and wifo together: "Claud," said Hilda, "I am too happy. I had but ,'one shadow of trouble—that was, I feared your mother would never love me. But she does she will care for me almost as much as she does for Barbara Earle." "A great deal tuoro," replied Lord Bayneham, looking at the fair, loving face. "Then I have nothing left to wish for," said Hilda, with a sigh of unutterable content. "I cannot stay with you, Hilda," said the young Earl. "Rest for a few minutes, then I will fetch you."

She smiled as he looked at her and many long years passed before Claud Bayneham saw the same expression of happiness on her beautiful face.

In the far distance Hilda heard the sound of the music, broken every now and then by the wailing of the wind, that bent tne trees and mourned with the cry of a lost soul round the castle walls. She was a very fair picture, seated in the dim, mellow light of the little boudoir, the firelight gleaming in her costly jewels, and throwing a half halo round her golden head. The remembrance of Lady Bayneham's words was sweet to her. Young, beautiful, and loved, she had not one sorrow or care.

She might have laughed at the dismal wail of the winter wind. It was chanting some sorrowful dirge of grief and want, woe and death. What had such to do with the beautiful, brilliant lady, who listoned, with a smile on her lips, thinking how perfectly happy she was? Then, remembering she had romised Bertie Oarlyon the last dance ore supper, Lady "Hilda rose to return to the ball room. 5J"I was juBt coming for you," said Lord Bavneham, drawing his wife's arm in his: "Greyson has beeu in search of you. He wants to speak to you. It is something about the arrangements, I suppose. I will send him to you."

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Greyson was the butler, who had serves Lord Bayneham's father, and was consequently looked upon as a valuable and confidential servant. He approached Lady Hilda, looking carefully around to pee if any one could hear what he had to say. His young mistress stood r.oar a large recess it was half divided from the ball room by a thick crimson curtain. "Mv lady," he said, producing a folded p. per, "I have been asked to give you i.iis. without letting any one see or h»-t of it."

Lady Ida hastily opened the note, ltwasal. iost illegible, as though the hand thai wrote it had trembled and shook. "Lady lilda Bayneham," it began, "the l0(-:0r tells me I am dying. I have been dying for two day past, but I cannot Jeave this world nntil I have seen you I shaH have no answer to

Iiief! 'lip I must be asked unless -s|»eak to yon. It is from the ibreshcXkti/ eternity I summon Vou. t)y not d^MMPd as you value the love and haw1 "^^ninu you, do notst.v one word tl^Bj^*m. l^jng at the little cottage near^MtfilS-'' "How Ftrange!" stnlnL&dy Hilaa as shares'! the little "Who brought this, Gre "OU1 Mr* lady ai' nqnirert "None,''

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IJTEN'TfYSON'S NEW POEM.

The Youth's Companion, in its issue of December 13, will publish the following new poem on "Early Spring," by Alfred Tennyson:

I. ®R-.

Once tnore the Heavenly Power P"?s Makes all things new, And dooms the red-pl ow'd hills W'

The throstles too.

Opens a door In Heaven Trom skies of glass A Jacob's-Iadder falls

On greening grass, And o'or the monntain-walls Young angels pass.

Before tbeni fleets the shower, And burst the buds, And shine the level lands,

And flash the floods The stars are from their hands Flung thro' the woods

The woods by living sirs How freshly faun'd, Llzbtairs from where the deep,

All down the sand. Is breathing in his sleep, Heard by the land!

O follow, leaping blood, The season's lure! 0 he irt, look down and up,

Sti jne, secure. War as the crocus-cup. L'-e snow-drops, pure!

VII.

Till al thy chuckled note, Thou twlnkliug bird, The fairy fancies range,

And, lightly stlrr'd, Bing little bells of change From word to word.

VII I.

For now the Heavenly Power Makusall things new, And thaws the cold and fills

The flower with dew The blackbirds have their wills, The poets, too.

LOVE'S COMFORT.

BY A. T. L.

(Boston Transcript.]

Dear heart, take heart, thy love will come again, Some future sun shall dawn upon thy bliss, And thou, forgetting all the past's dull

pain, greet thy lovor with kiss:

love's happy

Parting is death, but death that lives anon. The vanished year—we sigh not for it now, The summer's breath bids us forget what's gone, thou wilt smile at grief yet—even

Am thou. For he will come again and touch thy hand,

And lift thy head unto his royal breast, And thou who yesterday throughout the land

Walked desolate shall hear his love confest, And thou and he will walk the world onoo more Till time shall die upon llfe'sdusky shore.

HILDA.

BY BJCBTHA M. CLAY, AUTHOR OF "DORA THORNE."

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soon, and when you were quite alone. The bntler imagined, as old Mrs. Paine had done, that it was a request for alms. Every one in sorrow or want sought Lady Hilda, and no one ever sought her in vain.

As there was no more to be said, Greyson hastened to resume his dnties, leaving the lady bewildered and surprised with the note in bar Land. "It must be an appeal .for money," she said. "I will not be enxious over it. I wish, whoever wrcie the letter, would have asked plainly for what is wanted."

She tried to believe it was but a somewhat uncommon way of soliciting money. Yet they were solemn words she heard them above the soft, sweet, dream-like music that filled the ball room—above the courtesies and homage offered to her above the voice of flattery and love they rang out clear, cold, and solemn, "From the threshold of eternity I summon you."

Bertie Oarlyon wondered what spell lay on those rosy lips—they were mute and still the bright, beautiful face had de

a troubled, wondering look "I fear you are very tired, Hilda," said Lord Bayneham to his young wife. "I am not tired,"she replied hastily, "but I am

Then she stopped abruptly, remembering those other words, "As you value the love and happiness around you, do not Bay one word of this." "You are what?" said Lord Baynenam smiling, yet wondering why his wife's face flushed and the words died upon her lips.

She made some evasive reply, and turned away. It would have been a great relief to have shown hirn the note and asked him what he thought. He would have understood it, but a strange fear and dread had seized the brilliant lady she dared not disobey that command.

At the head of that sumptuous banquet she was obliged to talk and listen, obliged to give her whole attention to hei duties. Yet there were many who thought their young hostess looked strangely tired and distraite. She was grateful when the Duke of Leleham took his departure. The other guests were not long in following his ex ample. "We have had a delightful night," said Barbara Earle, as the little family group assembled in the boudoir "but even pleasure fatigues one. I propose —and you must second my resolution, aunt—that no one speaks another word. Let us retire Hilda looks tired and worn put." "Though it would be delightful to talk over the ball," said Bertie, "I, for one, obey Miss Earle and off he went to the smoking-room.

Yet even when they were all gone, when she stood in her room alone, Hilda still heard these mysterious words. "Who is it," she thought, "that from the threshold of eternity would summon me?"

Almost for the first time in her life Lady Hilda Bayneham found herself unable to sleep. The golden head tossed wearily to and fro. For the first time she listened to the wailing of the wind, as to a Btrange wild music that told of sorrow and despair. "I will end this suspense," she thought. "No one will be down much before twelve. I will rise at eight, and go to Firs. If Claud discovers that am out, he will think I am taking a morning walk."

Yet even that, the first concealment she had ever practiced in her simple guileless life, troubled her.

It was a gray, cold morning—there was not even the glimpse of a sun beam—when Lady Hilda dressed herself for hor walk. "You will be cold, my lady," said her maid, who wrapped a thick cloak around her. "Yes," replied Lady Hilda "but a long walk this morning will do me good. If Lord Bayneham asks for me, tell him I am gone out, but shall be back soon after eleven."

If Pauline thought there was any thing extraordinary in her lady's proceeding, she made no comment.

The air was cold and bleak, the sky dull and leaden -there was a gray mist that hid the trees as Lady Hilda went on her way through the park. Once a new idea came to her and made her pause "Suppose it should be a plan to rob me she thought. "Bnt robbers and thieves could fear no question that should be asked in another world."

She reached the little cottage at last, Mrs. Paine was up, and busily engaged in preparing breakfast. She looked dazzled and confused when Lady Hilda, her face glowing with exercise, stood suddenly before her. "You "have some one here very ill," said Lady Hilda, who wishes to see me."

The old woman made a profound reverence to the golden-haired lady. "It will be my lodger. I suppose, my lady," she replied. "She begged me to take a note to you last evening she is very ill—like to die, the doctor"says, any minute."

Lady Hilda was relieved to find it was a woman who wished to see her. "She lies up stairs, my lady," continued Mrs. Paine. "Shall I go up with you, my lady "No," she replied, "I need not trouble you. The poor creature wants some little assisiance, I have no doubt I will go alone."

Even as Lady Hilda went up the narrow staircase she heard those solemn words: "From the threshold of eternity I summon you." The mystery was soon to be sol'ved. She knocked gently at the door of the room, and a Faint, sweet voice bade her enter.

When, in after years, did Lady Hilda forget the scene The room was small, but clean, and even pretty. There was a little white bed with white hangings, a neat toilet table with a few ornaments. A little table stood near the bed a small fire burned cheerily in the grate.

Lady Hilda entered the room quietlv, moving gently, lest any sound should annoy the one who lay dying there. She went up to the bedside, and then uttered a low cry of surprise. White and worn, witn a deep shade upon it, lay the same beautiful face she had seen in the summer. The woman before tier was the one who had asked her so long ago for a flower at the lodge gates. The sad, large eyes seemed to burn as they looked at her the lips trembled and quivered, but could not utter a word. "You wished to see me," said Lady Hilda, bending over her. "I came as soon as I could. I have disturbed you. Wait a few minutes, and then you will be better able to speak to me."

The burning eyes closedasshe spoke, and Lady Hilda stood silently gazing at the beautiful, sad face, wondering what was the story it told. Deep lines of sorrow were on the broad, white brow and round lips As she gazed upon the face, it seemed in some Btrange way to become familiar to her, as though years ago she had sfcen and loved it in her dreams then the faint, sweet voice was heard again. "Are vou Lady Hilda Bayneham?" "Yes/' she replied, "I am Lord Bayneham's wife. "You were Lady Hutton's ward?" continued the sick woman. "Yes," said Lady Hilda, quietly, "she was my adopted mother I knew no other."

She stopped abruptly, for the dying lips uttered a wild cry, and the white face was turned to her with a look of deadly anguish that was almost despair. "Hush!" said Ladv Hilda, gently "what is it? You will make yourself worse. What can I do for yon?"

The woman held out a thin white

hand and clasped the soft fingers of the vonng girl she held them up to the light, looking at the costly rings that glittered there. "Let me see your other hand," she sai 1. f-ady Hilda gave it to her, and she gUmced eagerly »{. it. On the third shone a pk! cold rinc. When the sick woramn saw it she pressed it f#«(erly to h- lu.». "Who an you that ring?" she asked. "Ladv Hutton," was ihe reply. "She placed it on IOV finar on my sixte i.th birthday. Why do vou *sfc uae these question What you know of me?'',.r,.

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For all answer, the sad, sweet eyes looked into her face, as though trying to read every thought of her head. "I could not die until I had seen you," she said. "I have hungered and thirsted for one look at your face, for one word from your lips. My heart craved for you, so that I could not die. I am breaking my oath, but it was a cruel and besides, I must know what answer to give, when I stand before the great white throne. God gave me a precious jewel, and 1 left it with another. He will ask what I did with it. What shall I say?"

Lady Hilda thought the poor woman was raving, and she laid her cool hand upon the not brow. Still those sad eyes seemed to drink in every change on her face. "When I gave my jewel away," she continued, "I swore that I would never reclaim it bnt I cannot die until it is mine again. She will know, perhaps, in the other world that I have broken my oath—it must be so. Hilda, look at'me. Have yon no memory of me? Have you never seen me befors "Your face is familiar to me," replied Hilda, wondering at the strange address "I have seen nothing like it in my dreams. "Nothing more?" cried the woman a wild sob bursting from the pale lips

Is there no memory of the long, sweet nights, when that golden head was pillowed on my breast of the long days when I nursed you in my arms: of the hot tears I have shed over you— is there nothing that tells you of my love, my sorrow, and despair? Ah, how many years is it since I claspec my little child in my arms, and took what 1 believed to be my last look at her! Hilda, I should rise, I should kneel there at yonr feet and ask you to pardon me, but I did it all for the jest."

Lady Hilda's face had grown very pale, her lips quivered, and her eyes grew dim. "I do not quite understand you yet, she whispered "tell me more plainly who you are."

The white face turned to her, the lips trembling, the large sad eyes filled with tears. "I have hungered and thirsted for you," she continued "my heart burned within me, parched and withered for one glance at that face. Oh, darling, bend over me, lower still look at me, pardon me. I am your own unhappy mother—you are my only child." "My gently tone?" "It is true," said the dying woman "eighteen years ago my heart broke when I gave you, my only child, my love, my comfort, to another. I could not die until I heard you call me mother once again. Oh, darling—my own, my only child—do not turn from me. Say you forgive me, then I can die in peace."

mother!" said Lady Hilda "is it possible? Can it be

Lady Hilda bent over the drooling face, so full of wild sorrow. "Tell me about it," she said gently "I do not understand."

Then, by the gray light of the winter morning, Magdalen Hurst told her story—told of her simple beautiful girlhood spent in the bonny woods of Brynmar of the face that came to her there when she met handsome, reckless, unprincipled Stephen Hurst. She told the sad story of her married life, with its wretched ending, when the gay, handsome lover of her youth stood in the dock, and the fatal sentence was pronounced against him— how he wanted her to join him in that far-off land and in order to do so she had parted with her only child. "It was not that I did not love you, darling," pleaded the sweet faint voice. "I died in that hour life has only been a burden to me since. I had nothing to give you but shame, misery, and reproach, the burden of a tainted name, poverty and toil. She gave you wealth, onor, and all that the world esteems

I knew you would be happy with her, for she loved you. Still, I could not

face my Maker until I knew from my child's own lips that she was happy and well-cared for. I am dying fast call me mother once again."

Lady Hilda laid her face upon her mother's she touched the pale brow with her warm loving lips. "Mother," she whispered, "I begin to remember you. I love you, and have nothing to forgive."

There was a strange likeness between the two faces—one wearing the pallor of death, the other rich in youth's best beauty. "Mother," whispered Lady Hilda, "let me send for my husband to see you." "No, my dear child," said her mother, starting, "that cannot be. I have not come to drag you down to ray level, Hilda—to bring shame and disgrace upon you—to humble the pride of those who claim you now. Keep my secret as I have kept it. I only came to see you once more—to hear you call me mother, to kiss your face, and touch with my hand the golden curls I remembered and loved so well. I shall be buried where you can come at times to see my grave, but the story of my life must not be told Hilda, swear to me that you will never reveal whot you now know.

Standing by her mother's deathbed, Lady Hilda Bayneham made a vow to keep her secret faithfully and truly, and never to reveal one word of what had passed. "iou are very beautiful," said Magdalen Hurst, fondly, as her hand lingered on the golden curls "tell me, are you very happy, darling?—does Lord Bayneham love you very much

Hilda told the simple story of her love—told it with sweet shy blushes that gladdened the weary woman who gazed upon them.

Has he never asked who your parents were?" she said. "His mother did," replied Hilda "but all that seems to be forgotten now." "Let it be so," said Magdalen Hurst: no good could come of telling the story, only bitter shame and sorrow to you. I gave you that ring, Hilda, on the day I left you. I meant to keep my word, and never see you again, but I could not. My heart seemed to burn with the thought of you. When I reached England, after that long absence, I took no rest until I had discovered all about Lady Hutton's ward. heard that Lady Hutton was dead, and that" you were married to Lord Bayneham. I had but little money I walked from London to your home here, and watched for tbrep whole days at the lodge gate until I saw you. The wild rush of joy came back to me now. I saw a lady with a lovely face and golden hair my heart gave one bound, then a solemn silence fell over me. It was you, my little Hilda, no longer a child whom I could clasp in my arms, but grown a beautiful, stately lady. When you come near I see that your face was "like what mine was when the world called me fair. I longed for one word. Yon gave me a flower see, all of these months I have kept it Your sweet eyes smiled on me, your voice pierced my heart, and I wonder now that joy did not kill me. I have seen you since. I could not leave the place where you lived. I took this room, and two months since I fell ill here. I have waited impatiently for death, knowing that when my hour came I should ask for von, and you would come." "How you have loved me, mother I" said Lady Hilda. "Why did you not send for me before "It is better so, darling," said Magdalen, "Yon might have betrayed the secret if you had known it. Before the sun sets I shall have gone to rest, and no one bnt you- will ever know who sleeps in the nameless grave you must provide for me. I should like to tell yon now of your father. Let me rest my head upin you awhile."

For the last time Ladv Hilda pillowed the drooping head upon her arm. "I loved him," said Magdalen, "all my life I love him now. All is clear at the honr of death I understand him at last. I thought he was a hero, Hilda—a grand, noble, Lrave gentleman he was simplv a handsome, good-natured man. I worshipped him, and he knew it. If he had married some one with sense enongh to have seen his faults, and have helped him to mend them, life might have been difivi'-ut to him. He married pie for my beauty, Hilda, md I think

he loved me. My poor father and mother were proud of my grand match. Lady Hutton tried everything in her power to persuade me to break it off. She told me that I would be wretched, and I have been rightly punished, for my answer was that I would sooner be miserable with Stephen Hurat than happy with any one else. "I need not tell yon the story of my married lifs," she continued "I need not dwell npon your father's sin. He broke the laws and met with his punishment. The tragedy of my life began after he left England. His sentence was transportation for ten years. At first he seemed heart-broken, and wrote continually, begging me to join him. I had no money and no friends. Heaven keep yon, my child, from ever feeling a grief like mine when Lady Hutton offered me money to go to ray husband if I would leave you with her. I left you. He knows what it cost me. Yon were three years old then, and lovely as a fairy. I went that lonely journey with an aching heart. True, I was going to my husband, but I had left my child. Hilda, at night I used to go crazy with grief night bronght yon back to me in my dreams. "At last I reached the place where my husband was. Many suns have risen and set since then, but the old pain come back to me as strong and sharp as ever. I had left you for him, but he was not pleased to see me. He had written, pressing me to come, but the very sight of my pale face seemed to vex him. His first question was not of my child or my jouaney, but what I had done to lose all my beauty. Did I think he should care to show such a wretched, pining, miserable creature as his wife? "I answered bim not a word, Hilda the life-blood seemed leaving my heart. It was for this I had left you. Yet even then, ungrateful, unkind, and unloving as he was, he was still my hero and my king. It took many years of neglect to lessen my love. "I need not trouble you, my darling, with the history of those ten years. To me they were one long martyrdom. Surely heaven has kept count of all I suffered.

The time came when Stephen Hurst was once more a free man that is eight years since. He was even then handsome, and full of high spirits.

Maggie,' he said to me one day, Maggie, you must try and work your way back to England. I am going off to the diggings. You cannot accompany me.' "I implored him to let me go. I promised to work and help him, but all in vain. 'I cannot be hampered with a woman,' he said, roughly. 'Go back to England. My plans are" made. I shall make my fortune at the diggings, and then go home to spend it. If I fail, then I must die there. In either case ou would be equally in the way!' "Then he bade me good-by, Hilda, and left me alone in that strange land. He took leave of me carelessly and lightly, as though he should return in an hour. "I remember his handsome face, with its careless smile. 'Good-by, Maggie,' he said, lightly we have not had the best of luck. I think our marriage'was a mistake, after all, no good has come of it. Get back

England as soon as you can, and make yourself comfortable.' 'Hilda, in my passionate sorrow I prayed to die. What had I done that such heavy woe should fall upon me? had but a few shillings. I was alone in a strange land you, my child, were lost to me, and my husband had deserted me. I did what other women do. I fell upon my face, and cried out for "death to release me from all sorrow, and lay me to rest."

Magdalen Hurst paused, as though the sorrow so vividly remembered weie fresh upon her, and for some few minutes was unable to continue, her life's history.

To be continued in the Sunday Exprete.]

What the Newly Rich Do.' Kansas City Star. One of Senator Tabor's partners, when he struck his firat bonanza, was a German named Riche, who was past the middle age, had been a cobbling shoemaker all his life, and a $50 note was an engraving lie had never inspected at nearer range than through the wicket of a bank counter. He got about $100,000. The first thing he did was to build a large brick house, red in color, and of square and hideous architectural design, about two miies distant from the camp or any other habitation. Then he got married, and retired into this dwelling, as the knights and barons of mediaeval times retired into their castle keeps, and he only emerged at long intervals to lay in provisions and chewing tobacco. This was his conception of perfect rest, and consequently ecstatic happiness. He had a profound mistrust of banks and kept his cash by him, where thieves could not break in nor moths corrupt. One would suppose that this scheme was open to objections on the ground of its lack of variety, but unkind rumor credited the capitalist's wife, who was a very voluble lady, with an- ability to keep him entertained and excited.

A contemporaneous gentleman of fortune at Leadville was Captain Connors, well known to all residents of the camp. He has often told me the story of his first "stake." He received $40,000 for his interest in some mineral property, and it was paid to him at the bank in four rectangular packages of bills of $10,000 each. The cap tain had kept his good fortune a secret from his wife, and he hurried home to tell her. She was sitting down after a hard day's work, and without a word he dropped the armful of greenbacks in her lap. It was a loyal and touching thing to do. For a moment she sat paralyzed with astonishment, and then hugging the mass up to her, she sobbed out: "Oh, Tom, how dirty they are! Let me put them in a tub and wash them." "Do it if you want to, dear," he re-

lied with a tenderness that it would well for other rich men of Colorado to emulate, "but you will never wash anything else again."

A Deserted City.

Chicago Herald. "J It is not often that an American town is doomed to decimation, but Virginia City, Nevada, affords one instance, at least. Eight years ago Virginia City and Gold Hill, adjoining each other and practically one town, had 35,000 population. It was the largest community between Denver and San Francisco. There were merchants doing business with a million capital. There were private houses that cost $100,000 to build and furnish. There were stamp mills and mining structures that cost $500,000 each. There were three daily newspapers, and a hotel that cost $300,000. It was a teeming, busy and money-making population, and among the ipeople were a score or more men woith from $300,000 to $30,000,000. Mackey and Fair both lived there. There were three banks, a gas company, a water company, a splendid theater and a costly court house.

Eight years have passed and the town is a wreck. Tne 35,000 people have dwindled to 5,000. The banks have retired from business. The merchants have closed up and left the hotel is abandoned the gas company is bankrupt, and scores of costly residences have either been taken to pieces and moved away or given over to bats. Real estate cannot be given away for taxes. Nothing can be sold that will cost its worth to move away. The rich men have all gone. Those who remain are the miners, their superintendents, and the saloon men and gamblers. The latter are nauallv the first to come to a mining town and the last to leave.

The cause of this decadence, which has swallowed ap millions of capital and wrecked the worldly ambition of thonsanda of persons, is the failure of the Comstock mines tnrn out additional wealths

THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, DECEMBER 16, 1883.

STRANGE OCEAN CAVERNS.

StodM Told by an Old Skipper of Life Under the S«»—Caves of Wonderful Beauty Wherein Marine Animals and

Other Carious Things are Found— Xoises that Alarm Sailors. "Yes, I've seen some queer sights, but now I'm dry-docked, condemned, ont of commission, and wrecked on the shores of time."

The speaker was an old man so drawn up, shrunken and mummified that a good top-sail breeze would have blown him away. He was lying in front of a chandler'^ shop in South street, thawing ont in the sun, and caressing a great ^siack cat that had strayed from an adjoining warehouse, while his small fiery-red eyes wandered off among the shipping. "I don't look like it now," he tinned, as the reporter dropped on to a coil of rope by his side, but ten year ago I was master of as good a brig as ever sailed the seas. Weren't I, Tom giving the cat's tail a tremendous yank, as if it was a halyard, and had fouled aloft, and to which came an answering wail "Of course she were," continued the mariner. "Ye ever heard on the great race atween the J. G. Speedwell and the ship Tycoon No Wall, wall. Aint been much of a traveler, hev ye? More's the pity. It kem like this: I was skipper of the Speedwell, and in '48 we was both a-lyin' in Havana harbor, off the Moro, and^as both a-goin' to sail in the mornin'. Wall, to come to the pint, we had a sort of a party on the Tycoon, and after.drinkin' all the wine they had we got to blowin' about our vessels. In point of fast, the Tycoon could outsail us, but when I swung over the side to git inter my boat, I hed bet a hundred dollars with the lads that I'd git inter Key West an hour ahead of

:em,

startin'

fair next mornin'. "Wall," continued the old man, "I let out on to it when we got aboard, and the mate Bays, 'We're stuck, sure.' Anyway, I turned in, and gev it up. The next mornin' it was howlin' from the south'ard and east'ard, and we sailed out to the minute, and I packed

the old brig till yon couldn't git a man to stand to lu ard, bein' afeard the masts was goin', and the lee shrouds was a-fioppin' about like a gal's back hair. The Tycoon had every stitch on, but, bless ye, we sailed right round her, and, to come to the pint, we was at the dock when she sighted 8and Key Light, and two hours later I had the hundred dollars. I left a day or so after, and never see her agin till 1860, when I ran across the mate at Rio, and he says to me, 'That was a scaly trick ye played on us in the Tycoon.' 'How so?'says I. 'Why, the bag,'says he. 'What bag?'says I, and then he see how I didn't have the pints on it. He said that when the ship got under they couldn't git no speed out of ner. and after they left Key West it took 'em nearly thirty days to go New York. There they put her on the dry dock, and what d'ye 'spose they found? Why, two big canvas bags, one made out of amain and mizzen royal, and them things had been made fast to "a bull's-eye on the lower part of the rudder, and when she got under way, in course, they filled and held her back. It was trick of my mate. He must her fixed it up that night. "Yes," said the old man, laughing over tne old memory. "I've seen some queer things. You've seen these are caves under ground, haint ye? Wall now, did it ever strike ye that there was the same things under water —great caves down in the sea, filled with fishes, crabs, sharks, and the like How do I know it? Why. I've seen 'em," he replied. "In '53, he continued, "I went to the south of Cuba with a brig for a load of fruit, It was a great place for orabs, shells, and curiosities, and the like, and bein' quite a swimmer, was always on the surf when we wern't workin'. Out there ye must know ye kin see the bottom for seventy feet just as plain as if ye was there, and with some practioe I got ao't I ooulf &o down find stay as long as the next one. "Wall, to come to the pint, one day I was divin' in shore for shells and things, and saw a reg'lar openin' that led in shore, and made up my mind to try it. A crazy sort of a scheme, but I fetched a rope and told the hands to haul away lively when they felt three pulls, and, tyin' the end round my waist, down I went. I swam down about twenty feet, went into the hole quick, and in a minute was out of water and in a reg'lar cave on shore. And talk about .yer magic! It was beautiful. All a-nangin' and shinin' like diamonds was great icicles made out of stone, as white as snow, and then there was pillars and columns jest like ye see up to the park here. In the water was corals of all kinds, and I tell ye it was a reg'lar palace, and all it wanted was the mermaids. I got out all right, and about the hnll erew went in, and the mate, a dago and a great swimmer, found another branch of it that went off out to sea. I heard after that they sent a diver in from the land, and he said it was a cave miles and

'nilt« long, judgin' from what he seen. "HoW did they see? Wall, that's the curestest part of it. Every man that I heaad on said that the darker it got the plainer they could see, and all from the animals in the water that blazed like fire, so that the hull water was lighted up splendid. One of the best of these ere lights was a critter about afoot long, shaped just ilke a barrel I probably a pvrosoma, a compound, and wonderfully luminous asciaian], and every time you touched it it gev out a reg'lar stream of light. •'There's these 'ere caves on every coast," continued the old sailor, "and I've heard of folks a-gettin' in 'em and bein' drowned. Ye don't hev to go to forrin parts to find 'em. Right off the port of Salem, betwixt there and Lynn, there's the finest sea cave a-goin'." Xe kin hear her a-meanin' and groanin' four miles away to lu'ard. Some folks •ay as how it ain't in hatur, and that there was one of these 'ere buccaneer's crafts went down there years ago, and in a sort of a punish* ment whenever it blows they hev to fira minute guns to warn honest coasters off shore. Anyhow," added the old man, fiercely tearing off a slice of navy plug, and Tapping the cat over the nose with the- remainder, "there's the noise and the cave. Ye hear it ibout ofl Swampscott, first, soundin' just like a heavy gun tired to wind'ard. In moderate weather they'll come about every minute, and when it blows sometimes ye'd think there was a hull fleet firin' I've often been over the neck—Cannon Rock they call it— fishin', and the noise would come so heavy, like enough make ye jump. I heard tell of a diver who went down to it and let on how it was a cave fifty feet high, and when the ground swell struck it it was cbucKed back, shakin' the hull ledge. I reckon it'll split one o' these days. That's where they got the idee o' these aingin'.buoys from Cannon Bock.

If ye keep right up the coast," said the old skipper, "about ten miles to the north'ara of tlie Isles of Shoals, ye'll see a white streak along shore in the fbek. Wall, when the wind's off shore from the west'ard, ye kin hear a sound that has made many a green hand hump. I remember goin' past it for the first time and the old man told me it was the sea serpent, and it nigh scairt me to death. It would come like some hard breathin' from a big critter, then a nciee fike escapin* steam, and then a boom! boom! that wonld shake the very water. I had the curiosity to pnt in there onct, and I tell ye it was enongh to (care the old boy himaelf. The Lord knows how deep the cave runs, but it's only at certain tide that it sounds. I was Bittin' on the rock wjdtin' to hear it, when a big roller kem in. There was a rash of air like a hurricane, then a spout of water that covered me up, and aBhock that shook the hnll ledge. Ye see the tide had just got down to it, and whf-n the water slackened tiis air would rash in, then the witer would fill ft, throwing the air

and spray out like a steam engine, waited there till low water, and run my boat in twenty foot, and then a pole, pnt there wan't ho end to it, and it seemed to go down, instead of tip. There's another one a mile further up, and all along the New England coast ye kin fined 'em. About fifty yean ago some folks was blastin' rock on the island Jof the Maine coast when they blew a hole right into a regular cave that was onct under water. There was, crabs, fish, skeletons, and sech, anc curus enongh, an old musket with a flint lock, and the skeleton of what they took to be a man. Bat what puzzled the boys was how it got in. It was twenty foot above high water. Some said now the land had nz others said it was a sort of a pirate's cave and had been closed up by an earth* quake, but to tell the treth, they didn't any of'em hev any idee how it came about. "No, I wasn't always a skipper. For the last four years of my active life I was a sort of vice admiral, cook, &c., of a'lightship. There's quietness for ve. I've often heard of these chaps," ne continued, "what was seekin' retirement and rest from the world goin' inter convents and what not What that ere crowd wants is a threeyears' cruise on a lightship. There's more solid peace of mind there than ye kin strike on shore in a lifetime. Lonesome? Wall, so to speak. It's wuss nor that at first. Why, I'7e knowed men to go crazy on 'em, and

hev to be locked up, put in irons, and we had one lad on board that was nigh

scairt to death one night. He was on deck when he gev a yell that brought all hands up, and there he was d-shakiu' like a leaf and pintin' aloft. On every pint was a ball o' fire, some movin' along up and down, in and out. All old seamen knew 'em, and I've seen a ship covered with 'em but he thought it was ghosts. I tell ye there is some things seen thatf 1 scare ye, though. I see a ship one night a-sailin' down on us just as plain as I kin see that 'ere bridge. She was under press o'canvas, royals, stunsails, and everythin' a-drawin' and as white as snow. On she kem, and I sings out, 'Ship ohoy! Ahoy, there!' and like that, and here the sailor gave the black cat's tail a sudden yank, 'she was gone. Kind of afire mist, the skipper said, but I'll swar I seen the men on the deck. "Yes, they live well enough on lightships plenty of hard tack, fish, and game. Yes, game, and the best of it is it comes right aboard. Ducks, snipe, shore birds of all kinds, in bad weather, throw themselves agin the light at night and fall aboard dead—seem to git confused like. Some lightkeepers makes a pile of money sellin' ducks and snipes what comes aboard that way. But I tell ye," said the old man struggling to his feet, preparatory to moving off, "instead of havin' prisons they oughter make prisoners keep lightships. It's bad enough for 'em.

FRED IBERT'S MANY DRIVES

A Boy Who Seems to be a Changed Person When He Gets Behind Horse.

New York Sun. "Go and look for young Fred Ibert," said the sergeant in the Fourth street police station, in AVil liamsburg, yesterday, to the policeman who reported the loss of a horse and wagon. "I was on the watch for him. Maybe I ought to go to his home at 199 Graham avenue." "Three weeks ago," said the ser geant, as the policeman started out in quest of the boy, "a grocer in Grand street missed his horse and wagon About three hours after he first re ported the loss at the station thegrocer returned with a small boy in his grasp. 'This young fellow,' he said, 'just drove up to the store with my horse, which is covered with sweat, showing hard driving.' We questioned the young fellow, who gave his name as Fred Ibert, and notified his parents, who reside at 199 Graham avenue. It was soon made known that the boy had a monomania for driving, and he was allowed to go home. Since that time Fred has been arrested several times in different parts of the city for taking horses and wagons, but when his condition was disclosed the owners refused to make complaints against him. His parents try to keep him in the house, but he manages to escape, and when he does he finds a turnout, drives around for a couple of hours, and then turns up at the place where he got the wagon. I saw him the day he got John Moloney's horse and wagon. Persons in Moloney's store saw him creep up, jump into the wagon, end drive away. "He seems a changed person as he starts off in a wagon. Snatching the reins, he braces himself bac against the seat, and with his eyes ping and his face aglow, he dashes away. He holds a good rein, and seems to impart into the horse he is driving some of his own enthusiasm. I've heard of hiE making old plugs go in such good time that their owners were surprised. After a drive he becomes as weak as a cat, and seems dazed in mind."

The Assistant. Shepherd Dog. Reno Gazette. A shepherd dog belonging to Louis Dean went to his master's home the other day, closely followed by a mangylooking cur that he seemed to be very fond of. He divided his supper with his companion and continued to do so for several days. The other day Dean was moving a band of cattle, assisted by his dog, when he noticed that Colonel seemed quite anxious to give his protege a few pointers on "long ears," and accordingly sent him aroundjto stop the cattle from entering a cross street. The new dog did his work well for a time, but, the cattle acting badly, he became excited and ran into the band, barking, putting Dean and Colonel to much trouble. The faithful old brute's patience becoming exhausted, he caught the cur by the neck, and, after giving him a good shaking up, pulled him to a ditch and held him under water until he was nearly drowned. After his chastisement the new dog behaved well, and now promises to become one of the best stock in the state. Colonel has exclusive charge of his friend, and continues to feed him regularly, and when driving stock he seems to direct every movement of his "helper."

Tbs Supply Exhausted.

Philadelphia Call. A whisky salesman from Kentucky called on a Market street dealer with a view to selling him a bill of liquors. "I am glad to see you," said the dealer to the agent from Kentucky. "I am getting low on fine grades and I wish you would have a few barrels shipped at once by express." "l am afraid you will have to wait a short time," said the salesman. "I hate to disappoint you, bnt we can fill an order for high-priced whiskies under two months/'

What's the matter?" asked the dealer. I have just received a dispatch from my firm to the effect that since the election of Mr. Carlisle to the speakership the home demand has been so great as to exhaust the supply."

Strange Coincidence.

Texas Sittings. "How stupid 1 am," said Birdie McHennepin languidly, sxecnting at the same time quite a respectable .yawn act. "That's true," "remarked Gua DeSmith, rather impulsively. "Sir!" exclaimed Birdie, "you are impertinent." "Bnt you yourself just now asserted that yon were stnpid. "I only said so without thinking," said Birdie, petulantly. "Yes, and up to the time you gpoke I had only thought so without

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TOYS FOB THE WORLD.

Some of the Mechanical Arrangements for Amnelng Children. New York Sun.

A rotund, gray-haired man, in a Third avenue elevated train, waa causing a toy money to climb a string stretched perpendicularly between his hands and talking to a neighbor at the same time. "When I was a boy" (hitch), he said, "I got most of my (hitch) am«Bement out of (hitch) fairy tales. The (hitch) deeds of knights and ladies under the (hitch) mysterious influence of the gnomes and fairies were (hitch) constant sources of (hitch, hitch, hitch, hitch, hitch) delight." The monkey at the thirteenth hitch reached the top of the string, lost his grip, and slid back to the lower end. As it was again started up the string the gentleman continued: "But in these days (hitch, hitch'/ the wonderful ingenuity (hitch) of the American inventor has (hitch, .hitch) made more amazing combinations (hitch) than ever the fancy (hitch) of any story writer was able to imagine. Look at this (hitch) monkey. Perfectly simple (hitch). It is a (hitch) museum, a (hitch) menagerie. and a (hitch) lesson in me-(hitch)-chanics combined, all for (hitch) ten cents." Thirteen hitches had brought the monkey to the top of the string, and loosening the cord the man allowed the monkey to slide down again. The spectators laughed. So did a Broadway manufacturer of mechanical toys when told about it. "It is a cheerful toy and very simple," he said. "The old gentlemen was about right in what he said about toys. We make toyB that excite almost as much wonder in a child as a fairy story. For instance." He picked up a red boat with a figure of a man dressed like a sailor seated on a thwart amid-

Oars were in the hands of the

figure, and when it was wound up and the boat was placed in a tub of water it bent to its work, the oars dipping in the water, and the boat snooting ahead." "What makes it run in a circle?" was asked. "The Helm. It is set over to the right, and the boat rows around with the sun. It can run the other way, too. The motive power is classed under the comprehensive name of clock work. A coiled spring revolves a cogwheel which in turn causes others to revolve cranks and eccentricities, and thus move the arms and the body, exactly as a human body moves when rowing. "What does it cost?" "The youthful purchaser gets it for $3 or $3.50, according to to the place in which he buys it. It will bring as much as $4 in the West."

A large round table with green baize top stood in the middle of the room. A four-inch barrel stood in the middle. Astride of the barrel sat a Teutonic figure with a large abdomen. In one hand was a small beer glass. In the other a pipe, the bowl of which was arranged to hold the find of a cigarette. The dealer inserted a key at the bunghole of the barrel and wound up the machinery. Then he lighted a cigarette and put it in the pipe. With gravity the figure nodded its head, lifted the pipe to its lips, drew along whiff, removed the pipe, and blew a fragrant cloud of smoke into the air and nodded again witn increased satisfaction. "The first toy was a representative sport. That is picture of comfort as understood east of* Third avenue. I have another toy representing, we will say, elite society," said the toy man. A miniature piano, about 18 inches long and 8 inches high was placed on a stand by the table. On the stool sat a tall, sylph-like female dude, elegantly dressed. Her hands were over the piano keys. A key wound machinery in the body of the piano. The young woman at the piano tossed her head and looked over the piano as if searching for the music. Then she folded her hands and looked around dejected. Finally she straightened up, set her head archly to one side, placed her hands on the keys, and began to play a waltz. "The tinkling comes from a music box," the toy man said. "The motione of the head anl arms seam complicated, but a few cranks and levers do the whole work." While the figure played the waltz, the figure of a baby that had been lying on one side of the table began to creep and cry "mammv" with startling distinctness. A figure*of old Ben Butler walked after the baby.

Then followed an exhibition of figures of monkeys that could curl their tails and dance minstrels that could slay various kinds of instruments birds that could sing and twitter and shake their heads add wings and ruffle their feathers horses that galloped and trotted alligators that crawled and wriggled their tails mules that kicked roosters that crowed elephants

that curled their trunks, flopped their ears, and wagged their tails all at once and then electrical engines engines that whistled as they ran steamboats that puffed huge volumes of smoke as they steered themselves. Prices ranged from $1 to $7. "How do you manage to furnish so much mechanism for so little money "One style of clock work, with perhaps a two-cent modification in the arrangement of levers, will answer for twenty style of mechanical toys. We make certain forms of the clock'work by the thousand. Quantity cheapens." "How many of these things do you import?" "We don't import. We export. American toys for me' is still the boy who will be an emperor or a king on the other side of the water. The American mechanical toy is known wherever ihe British merchant ship can carry merchandise. The sun never sets on American toys. At home we are protected by patents, but the toys are so cheap and desirable that we have no competition in foreign trade." "And the capital involved—" "Amounts tomiilions. Few branches of manufacturing employ more."

A HERO AT EIGHTY YEARS.

The Adventures of an Octogenarian In an Open Boat on Lod{ Island Sonnd. Htonington Mirror.

Captain George B. Packer, a man in his eighty-first, year, started off in his sailboat from Mystic river by daylight in the morning, while it was comparatively calm, and anchored outside off the east end of Fisher's Island. Not meeting with success, and having plenty of bait, he pulled up his anchor and went off shore two or three miles upon tbe Goose Hammock ground, where, dropping his anchor, he tried his luck with little better Success, till the rising northwest wind admonished him to return home. But in attempting to rise his anchor he found that the force of the wind and flood tide had combined to prevent his raising his anchor, and so he waited in much peril till the tide turned, and by great exertion succeeded in weighing it, and with double reefed sail essayed to ge through Wickopessett channel, that being his only chance to reach a harbor. He had gone so far to the leeward that he feared it was next to impossible to clear the rocks that beset that dangerous channel and had to sail directly over them, which he did without touching. But while steering for Stonington Harbor, and bailing to keep his boat clear, atremendous wave boarded him and more than half filled his boat, causing her to steer wildly and leading hint to think he had sprung a plank and had partly filled from the leak. But, badly as his vessel stood up us the wind, he bailed with onr hand for life and kept his helm with the other.

After awhile he red need tbe waterlevel in his craft, whiclj, gave him courage, and he soon came within the breakwater. Here the wind blew a hurricane from the land, and his boat steered so ill hischanccs to be swamped seemed to beoverwhelming. His boots sav- full of water, his boat water-logged,

bis bands benambed with cold, be be*

came an object of intense interest to crowd of people upon the steamboat wharf at btonington, who had spied him and were watching with their to

glasses, though one dared to his rescue, becauM no boat could live, nor did they believe that that wabbling craft would fetch the wharf. But he brought his boat to tue wharf.

IiATEXiY ARRIVED FROM INDIA

A Giant Python That Could Swallow Almost Any Sew Torker With Facility. New York Sun. choruu of discordant screams from th» throats of half a hundred parrots greeted a Sun reporter who walked into the bird dealer's rooms in Roosevelt street yesterday. When he had become accustomed to the rasping sounds sufficiently to hear, the proprietor, Mr. lonald Burns, said: "I will show you the latest snake in captivity. Snakes in shows usually disappointing the boy who has read the cheering tales of anacondas that swallow nothing smaller than a cow, but here is a sensation snakes."

He unlocked the hasp on a heavy box two and a half by four feet large and afoot deep, and raised the cover. There was the snake in what sa rs might call two Flemish rolls, one on top of the other, ^covering nearly the whole of th bottom of the box. I As the light shone into the box the 'snake raised its head, which was as large as a man's o^en hand, and moved it about uneasily, while a black, forked tongue darted out toward the spectators. Its body was black, mottled with white ana olive-green spots. The little, round, black eyes seemed to look steadily into the eyes of the keeper and the reporter at the same time, and nothing could withdraw their gaze till the lid was shut down. "It is thirty feet long, and eighteen inches in circumference in its largest part," said Mr. Burns. "It was captured about eighty miles back of Calcutta. It is a genuine python. We have another one of the same kind about eif iteen feet long, that is prob ably the second largest in the country. The largest one could kill and swallow a man. It could kill a horse. "How are theso fellows captured?" "By small mesh nets. The natives spread a large net over any than that they find coiled up. Tne snake at once jumps around in frantic efforts to escape, and becomes tangled up in the net. It is then bound with cords and bands and carried to the ea, and sold to some ship captain." "What is the market pnee of a python?" "From $25 to $-"0 for the ordinary museum snake. That smaller one will bring $150, but the big one will sell for $500. I am going to South America in January to get some of the water snakes. They are said to measure from fifty to seventy-five feet in length. None has ever been raptured."'

In a small cage in oue corner of the room was a white, hairy hall about nine inches in diameter. Mr. liurns poked it with a stick and it instantly resolved itself into a snarling brute that viciously bit aud clawed the stick. "It is the only Albino 'poBMim I ever heard of," said "Mr. Burns. "It is to be a companion of my Albino monkey."

FASHIONS IX MAilR: AO 1

Mgr. Cupel Prattles the French System. Somewhat Ht the Kipcusi of the fcnglish. New York Sun.

Mgr. Capel lectured on marriage at Chickering hall last evening.

"I have traveled much, and lived in many countries," he said. "I lived for years in France. The Frenc'i system of contracting marriage ignores entirely the wishes and prejudices of the girl, and regardB only the convenience of the parties. From such a system one naturallv supposes would emanate, but on I must bear witness that most part the marriage relation in France is very happy. I saw more liappv marriages in France than in any other country. Nowhere is love of children so deep and strong as in France. On the other hand, in

of love. This love idea is carried to a preposterous extent. Nowhere else do we see dukes and marquises marrying their servants, ladies marrying their coachmen, and old women of three score and ten marrying youths scarcely 20. The syBtem ripens out into divorces, ui^til to-day the courts cannot do the work they are called upon to do. "I think, however, that young women in marrying should 0e consulted, but should not be allowed to exercise their preferences to the exclusion of reason, expediency and propriety. Social surroundings! family station and religious convictions should figure largely in the choice. Yet we see parents who would not consider their eighteen-year-old daughter competent to form an opinion on any other serious subject allowing her to choose her future life. I think the parent should always insist upou deciding this matter. No person should marry out of his own faith or social station, and here even, where you boast that all men are equal, these remarks apply with equal force, because Bocial station is as important here as in England."

Villard as a Socicty Man.

Brooklyn Eagle. The latest and most interesting news about the millionaires is that Henry Villard has resolved to become a society man. The brilliant social career of Uncle Bill Vanderbiit has driven Villard almost crazy with envy, and he has resolved to outdo the two hundred millionaire. Vanderbiit looks like a butcher, Villard like a brewer, Keene resembles a quiet tradesman and Gould a dealer in second-band clotbef. None of them boast of many social graces, but they are all powers in the land. And they all aliow more or less a tendency to get into society. Mr. Vanderbilt's wife gives a ball on Tuesday night at ber house, to which over 1,000 people have been invited. Everybody is going, because they expect to see Uncle Bill lead the German. Villard's tastes run in a different way. He is trying to work up the enthusiasm in a musical and artistic way. Accompanied by his wife and daughter, both of whom are plain and unpretentious people, they attend ail places where paintings are exhibited, and they are constant visitors to the Metropolitan Opera house. Mrs. Villard and her daughter are not noted for rich or tasteful dressing.

A Clergyman and His Room-Mate. Norwieh (Conn.)Bnllrtin. A Naugatuck passenger by the New Haven boat to New York tells the following story: "The state-rooms were all taken, but at last a clergyman, at the suggestion of the clerk, consented to share hi* room with the Naugatuck man. The former took a Bible from bis pocket and read a chapter to himself, and then knelt in prayer, without asking the othei to join him in his de-' votions or noticing bim at all. He then divested himself of Iub clothing, placed his wallet carefully under his pillow, and Baid to him: "There, I have put my money and watch under my pillow for safekeeping, and if you get ap in the night and steal it the lxird will punish you." "Well," said the other, "I have left, my watdi and money in my clothing on that chair," and it you get up and run away with them you are a mnvii smarter man than I think you are.''

The Prince of Wales has been ireelected grand master of the graud lodgfr of Free Masons of England.

ODD STORIES PROM EVERY.jVHERE.

In Dublin, Georgia, all the children born in 1882 were males, and this year all have been females.

Henry Stocker, of Southwark, fell dead while in a fit of passion, caused by the refusal of his eleven-year-old. son to obey him.

At a Hannibal, Mo., wedding the bridal march was played on a harmonica, and the bride wore a calico dress in the Mother Hubbard style.

A thirteen-year-old girl of Amherst,, Wisconsin, has only blue spots on her face where her eyes should be. Her other senses are acute, and she is intelligent.

The machinery of an ore mine at? Carson, Nevada, suddenly stopped, and ifunong the ore was found the pulverized remains of hundreds of trout which had been swept through a broken screen in the mill race into the supply pipe.

A partridge^ that had taken refuge from a storm in the woodshed of an elderly woman in the outskirts of Waterbury, Conn., flew with such force against the old lady's face as to break her spectacles and almost destroy her eyesight.

A single, bidden and tremendous peal of 'Sunder on a recent Sunday night ao affected two ladies of Newbury port that on the following Tuesday they were unable to remember auyth ng which had occurred on the previous day, although they otherwise gave ao indication of mental disturbance- ^,7..

A curious law suit is now pending in Lausanne. A dc-^ chased a cat, which fled down the air shaft leading from the sti-eet into a wine vault. Tne dog followed, and the two fell against thetap of a large cask of Yvorne, and the wine be^an to flow. The wine merchant claimed he had a cause of action for the loss of his wine, and as the owner of the c.it was not known, he sued the owner the dog.

On the roof of his burning mill stood the two little daughters of Dallas Crawford, of Weshiyvule, Penn. No ladders vrere available, and the children were given up tie lost. Alfred K. Bonnell, young farmer, sprang forward with a coil of tope and an iron hook. He ascended a tall oak tree near the mill, and in a minute stood on a limb h::gh over the children. He threw his rcpe,and the hook caught in the smaller girl's dress. Bonnell lowered her safely into her father's arms. He then cast his hook a second time, and tha other ohild was saved, her clothing catching fire as she left the roof.

Farmer Grot sbeck.of Fishkill Plains, N. Y., thinking to play a joke on the village doctor, &«nt for him in great haste. As the doctor's carriage wheeled into the farmer's yard he asked hurriedly to be shown to the patient. The joker led him to the poultry house and pointed out a goose with a broken tig. The doctor without a word immediately set the leg, left minute directions for the cure of the fowl, and laying he would call again in the morninV, stopped into his carriage and drove home. He kept up his attendance until the goose could walk as well as before thi accident. In the mean time the farmer was having lots of fun telling his neighbors of the joke. But he ceased to senile when the doctor sent in a good ro ind bill. At first the farmer refused to pay, but when legal proceedings ere talked of he compromised the case to the doctor's satisfaction.

'giM fl

it's a Telephone.

Chicago inter Ocean. '1 A well-to-do but unsophisticated farmer from one of the borc er counties of Indiana was in the city lately, at' tending the fat stock show, and brought along his wife and daughters to see the sights and do some shopping. Among other places tliev visited wan Mandel's new store, and after wandering around the first floor for while the partj' came to a stop near the elevafort.

One of the daughters was Jhst to

her father's coat sleeve to direct his attention to the phenomenon, and iu a tone that was audible to the clerks in the neighborhood, asked

I ever see!"

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First Appeared in 17-12:

Detroit Kree Press. "Mr. Smith's house is on fireV" shouted a man in a crowded theater. Seventy-five men arose. "It is Mr. John Smith's house," he added. Ten of them sat down. So says Ayer'/s almanac for the year 1742. A person inquired for a Miss Murphy at a mill in Lawrence, Mass. The paymaster told him that forty-two Miss Murphys worked there. "Miss Mary Murphy," explained the man. "There are twen-ty-seven Mary urpbys here," explained the paymaster.

She Retained Her Composure. Brooklyn Kattle. At a North Carolina wedding six pistol shots were fired within the space of a minute. The best man was fclled and one of the groomsmen mortally wounded. As the happy couple were leaving the church tbe bride handed one of the ushers a piece of paper and whispered to him: "See the reporters at once give them this description of my dress say the bride behaved like a heroine, and be sure and get pa'ft name spelled right."

A Wide Margin.

Cincinnati News-Journal. A Michigan girl told her young man tliat she would never marry him until he was worth $50,000. So he smarted out with a brave heart to make it. "How are you getting on, George?" she asked at the expiration of a couple of mouths. "Well," George said hopefully, "I have saved $22." The girl dropped her eyelashes and blushingly remarked: "I enough, George.'

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"What's that, paw?—that thing go* injr up and down, with sofys in it?" The old man gave the elevator a} long, calm, deliberate, scrutinizing

England the making of marriage con- stare, and exclaimed with joy: tracts is in general entirely a matter "By gosh! it's a telephone! tie first

Mary Anderson's Trials.

London Letter. -us Mary Anderson's engagement1, in London will continue during Barrett's occupancy of the Lyceum. She will then take some other theater. The impression is quite general that MiBS Anderson's managers are overdoing the business of "puffing" her. Gossip is continuously circulated respecting her—all being intended to advertise her to the public. It is said that she recently received a telegram from a "parvenu" millionaire, "What will you charge for dining at my house? You will meet the Prince of Wales4tsd will be treated aS a guest." Miss Anderson attends^ church at the Congregation of the", Carmelite chapel at Kensington.

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Brooklyn Eagle A Chicago dude was thrown out of a second story window recently under the following circumstance: The members of the company were putting conundrums, when one of them asked: "Who are the sweetest giris in the United States?" "The Missouri girls," answered the dude. "Why?" shouted the crowd. "Because they are Mo—lasses," explained the dude. Thereupon uliey seized the scoffer and launched bi n.

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It is computed by Mr. Henry Mat lory, of the Florida Steamship company at New York, that about 2h0 people leave that city lor Jackson villo every day—an excess over the nuraber of any previous season. It is said that 500 peoplearrive in Jacksonville daily from all parte of tbe country,