Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 27 January 1884 — Page 4

LIFE AND SOCIETY.

Women. Marriage and Luxury. S tw^"" SKATING AND COURTING.

[William Lyle In New York Journal.]

'Tvas moonlight, and the world was white We were a merrv party: We gbSmmed the glassy field that night,

Young blood, and spirits hearty We sr.ored the lee In fancy whirls, Each did his share of prating— Warm-hearted men and bonny girls—

The night we went a-skatlng.

Rosa was there, and that was why'-'" My heart was like a feather: I crossed her oft, but she slid shy,:

We could not come together. Fortune at last was kind and free— I had for months been waiting For ust that chance that came to in*

The night we went a-Rkating.

I could hot tell you all the game, For love had made me stupid, But plump into my arms she came—

A living, breathing Cupid. fShe did not fall, she did not scream, 8ne did not start berating, We simply both Blld with the stream-

That night we went a-skatlng

Since then we've gone through life as one, In every kind of weatherIn storm or calm, In rain or lun,

Still keeping pace together. And though there's winter on our brows Love's power is still elating— We'll ne'er forget the hurried vows

That night we went a-skatlng.

y- Table Decorations. THE ENGLISH IDEA. OF BEAUTY. In an article on table decorations, Cassell'fl Family Magazine for February eaya: A fashion that nowadays find favor is to lay a strip of plash on either side of the table the color, it is almost needless to say, should har monize with the room decorations. To choose a shade simply because it£ie pretty, without any regard to its surroundings, would be an act of simple folly, for the appearance of the room would be quite spoilt if the table-strip did not agree with the curtains, etc.

Parlor and Bed Boom

Plush-framed mirrors are no longer square, but come in a variety of odd and pretty shapes. One with a beveled edge has a broad frame made of palest blue plush, in the shape of a palm-leaf. The frame has a dainty spray of apple blossoms painted across one corner.

Applique over satin Is coming into fashion ior wall decoration, panels, lambrequins. The piece to be applied is usually of velvet, and is bordered with gold cord or gold thread, and the figures are often dotted and embroidered with gold to match. A bird of brilliant plumage or a flower is sometimes embroidered in crewd stitch in the velvet grapes and their leaves will be found of the most effective pattern.

A wall-pocket formed of Japanese fans is quite an addition to a pretty furnished bedroom. Arrange the fans one above the other, taking two for the base shorten the handles of the other fans, which should be tacked to a strip of stiff paper covered with satin or brocade. Around the fans run a fluting of narrow lace, and adorn the handles with a very narrow ribbon, maypole style cross the handles of the lower fans, and here place a cluster of buds or a brilliant butterfly with spread wings, and tack the pocket to the wall.

Several very pretty ornaments can be made from broom-sticks. Take three of them, all one length, bore a hole in each midway between the ends, pass a small curtain cord through them, and tie them together, so that the sticks can easily fall into tent shape. Get apiece of pine, square, circular, triangular, or any shape you prefer and place it over the sticks. A pretty table will be the result. Paint the three broomsticks carefully, a^d cover the pine top with plush or velvet. Tie the legs with broad satin ribbon, and place over the bow a bunch of flowed or grasses. Three broomsticks gilded and tied with ribbon, and arranged tent shape, can also be used for a hanging basket or gypsy kettle.

Some of the new piano covers are made in serge and crash, embroidered only at the ends, and finished with a fringe. The Btrip is cut the width of the piano top and hangs over about six or seven inches down each side, it is very much the same kind of coverins as the narrow, long-fringed, and embroidered cloths now becoming so fashionable for laying on sideboards. There should be a handsome pattern

For a Small Party.

A correspond en1 aaks for information in regard to the refreshments Bhe shall serve at a little party of twelve or fifteen persons. A few dishes, perfect of their kind, are much more satisfac- '', tory tlian a great variety lees daintily -ig§ prepared. Sandwiches made of bread

baked the day before, and of nicely minced boiled ham, seasoned with a little vinegar and mustard and a few drops of oil, with coffee, for which genuine cream lias been provided, may well come first, then chicken salad, with cucumber picklesand olives after which serve creaai with two or three kinds of cake, and, if you choose, grapes and oranges. The oranges should be partly peeled and the skin divided in eighths, and the points turned over toward the orange itself. If this is done an hoar before they are to be served the peel wiil keep its place. If the refreshments are served at small tables, at which two ladies and two gentleman sit, two finger bowls are all that need be placed^there immediately after they have indicated in some way that they have finished supper. At wList parties, where time is to be considered, it is best to use the small tables, so that those who have an unfinished_ game on their minds can complete it speedily, whue it is still possible to remember that the jack and ten-spot are now high.

Chicken and lobster croquets are now served with salads at evening parties.

Women Degraded by the Bible. New York Times. We have had female acrobats, female bicyclists and female ball players. That we now have a female atheist Is what might have been expected. Mr. Bob Xngersoll long ago demonstrated by the success of his lectures that atheism may be made a profitable profession, and if people will flock to hear a man blaspheme his Maker they will flock with a greater alacrity to hear a woman perform a similar feat. A female atheist, being more unusual than a male atheist, can hardly fail to be more attractive, and her blasphemies will have a piqaaucy peculiarly their own, ,.

Women ought to be profoundly grateful to the female lecturer who on Sunday laBt denounced the Bible and the Christian religion as the enemies of woman. There has always been an impression that Christianity had elevated women, but a few intelligent atheists have never failed to recognise the folly of this impression. The female lecturer fearlessly charged the Bible with insult ing, enslaving and degrading woman. This charge is so true and forcibly expressed that it ought to win for the lecturer the enthusiastic gratitude ot her sex.

The stripe of plush may vary in width according to the width of the table and also to suit the housewife. It may be bordered with cord or gold laoe the latter will produce a good effect on the white damask or, what ia a more elegant style to our idea, it may be simply bordered with a garland of real leaves but the latter plan labors under the disadvantage of the work having to be done each time the plush isused, while the corded or laceedged strip is always ready for use. Cut flowers may be placed at intervals on the pluBh band, or little flowerglasses, raised on three feet, filled with light foliage and two or three blooms, can be placed on the plusb, one in front of each guest. In preference to the band, or for the sake of a change, some persons woulu like to have plush mats: these should form a line down the center of the table. On the largest middle one would stand a tall glass of flowers, on the two smaller the glasses Bhould be lower, or small china vases may take their places, filled with tiny growing ferns. Shells, filled with flowera, are sometimes used now as table ornaments and skillful fingers, guided by fertile brains in conjunction with artistic taste, will prove that there 19 a I tailing UlAtXl liWV/1 "VM. 1 large field open here for the display of a wife to treat her husband kindly, no _:n A —A Ihi natural imnnlses mflv

The religion of the Bible teaches that woman has a soul. The lecturer evidently regards this as an atrocious calumny, and there can be no doubt that the belief that woman has a soul has done much to degrade her. It has made it seem necessary for her to secure the safety of her alleged soul by embracing the Christian religion, and that religion requires its votaries to obey the laws of morality. Nounprejudiced person, therefore, will deny that religion enslaves woman. Nothing could be more conclusive than this argument.

The Bible has also degraded woman by teaching the revolting dogma that we should treat others as we desire to be treated. This dogma is perhaps unobjectionable when it governs the treatment of women by men, but it degrades women by curtailing their liberties. It requires

large nela open XltJit) lur iuc uisyioy ui a WHO IU weal talent. SuccesB will depend on the matter what her natural impulses may choice of shellB, and still more upon be, and it forbida a woman to be selfish the manner in which they are ar- —A Vmr conduct toward ranged and filled. Discretion should be exercised as to the number the table will take, so that there should not be an overplus then there

overplus

should be variety without the loss of unity. We do not need to match our Bhells in pairs aB we would our vases, still they must to some ox

and uafeeling in her conduct toward others. Just so far as woman obeys these unjust demands she becomes a slave, and is consequently degraded. She can only become free by renouncing Christianity and treating its requirements with contempt.

Christianity, with its insulting assumption that a woman has a soul, and .Jamaaj dVioil no

our vases, Bull Ult?y UlUtJt LV DUJUO VA- BUUJ^UUU want/ c» tent agree either in size or form to its tyrannical demand that she Bhall be have one very large specimen, and in unselfish and obedient to the laws of the corresponding position on the table morality, is, as the lecturer showed, on a wee insignificant one, would bo fatal Sunday la6t, utterly beneath the notice to all ideas of good proportion. They of any true woman. If a woman is may be placed au naturel on the cloth weak enough to want a religion, let or plush or they may be mounted on her embrace Mohammedanism, which stands. 'The latter are easy enough for does not insult her by theories as to any one to make, although there is, of her pretended soul, and threatcourse, Bome little trouble attending their manufacture still there is a lasting satisfaction, if it is successfully accomplished, in seeing our own handiwork on our tables. The stands are to he made in the following way: Get some firm young branches of trees and cut off pieces of the required length trim off the smaller shoots informally to within about a quarter of an inch or so of the stem. Now eboniso all the sticks and set them on one side to dry. Then with some wire, or twine, faBten them together some little distance from the top, after the fashion of the gypsy kettle-stands. The fastening must be placed higher or lower according to the bib® the shell the stand is to support. Gild the tips of the off-shoots and also the fastening. Set the shells well into the sticks, and on no account let it look as if it would easily fall off, neither should it appear top-heavy.

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ens her with no worse punishment than the whip or the bowstring of her husband. There, too, is Mormonism, which does not compel a wife to live in solitude with her husband, but gives her the company of other wives, and so elevates her mind and morals. It is astonishing that the world should so long have accepted the claim that Christianity elevates woman, and lovers of truth cannot be too grateful to the noble female atheist who has exposed the falsity of the claim, exercised for herself her natural ri?ht to shriek, "There ain't no God, and I wouldn't believe in him if there was! Now there 1"

Women and Decoration.

San Franclsoo Chronicle. A woman looks first to decoration a man to comfort. It is a woman's privilege to adorn herself in a fantastic garb to please the eye of man—and outrage the eye of woman. I can fanoy Adam when he was turned out of the garden of Eden looking for a cabbage leaf to lay awkwardly on his head to keep the sun off. I can picture Eve making a wreath of flow ers to ornament her hair and leaving the necessary comfortable leaf-cover-ing for her comely shoulders until the last. Adam with his cabbage leaf probably went to sleep, until Eve woke him up to ask if "that wasn't pretty." The taste for adornment is as deep as nature and as ineradicable. But why should the ladies of San Francisco fix themselves up In Buch variety of colors and in such a mixture of dress arrangements that one wonders whether God msde the woman or she made herself? No man is ever respected who wears anything loud in color or garish. Simplicity is the feature of man's dress but complicity describes the woman's. She is merely an accomplice in the matter.

lemalt Freaks and Fancies. Says an experienced bachelor: "The best thing to take when you go to kiss a pretty girl—take time. The more you take the better she likes it."

A London journal asserts the truth of the story that a lady of wealth, well known in New York, sent for Italian artists to paint pictures to match her carpet.

Heard on the lake: "Can that girl skate?" "I think not." "Then you'd better escort somebody else." "But what shall I do with her?" "Oh, just let her slide."

Clara Morris has recovered from her nervous prostration. She talked a straight two columns (solid minion) to a Detroit Times reporter, and now is nervously prostrated

A countrv girl wrote to her lover: "Fow, George, don't fale to be at the senging-school to-night." George wrote back that in the bright lexicon of youth there is no such word as "fale." •The newspaper foreman got a_ marriage notice among a lot of items headed "Horrors of 1*83." and when the editor learned that the groom|s income was only $7 a week he said it had better remain under that head.

Ran Francisco Chronicle: I am free to confess that a sealskin does not go with everything, but everything goes

be a nanaaouio with a sealskin. The taste may not

on each side. One braided in gold all always be of the best there may be alone the edges and at the two ends is shabbiness beneath, but the seal skin pretty material, soft white sheet- is like charity-it covers a multitude of ing, failing most gracefully. Art-color sins. 3 omWulimid in ut

lug, lttlliug Ulvow serge is much used, embroidered in colored silks or crewels. An Indian scarf makes a very handsome piano cloth the color should correspond with the prevailing tone of the room. —American Queen.

"You gave my wife the wrong medicine," exclaimed a man, entering a drug store. "I hope no harm has resulted," replied the druggist tremu lously. "Oh, no, she's all right.. "How do you know it was the wrong medicine? "W'v, because it helped her immediately.'

The Vicomtesse de Saint-Frasquin is at confession. Her sins are^ grave ones, without doubt, for the priest orders the penitent one to fast every day until noon for a month. "Yes, holy father," sayB the Vicomtesse, "I Will observe the fast, and, In order that God'a mercy may be greater,! promise

yon to make all my domestics fast with me." "Madame, yon've destroyed five dollars' worth of merchandise, angrily remarked a dude to a lady, as she seated herself in a chair in which he had deposited a new Derby hat. "Serves you right," she replied, Blowly rising from the ruins ''you bad no business to buy a five dollar hat for a fifty cent head."

Kate Field is represented as having been measured for an urn. This was not something new to wear, but to hold her ashes after she had_ been cremated. She is an advocate of incineration in place of interment. She had made a careful calculation, based on her weight and data gained from cremation at the Washington crematory, as to the size of the receptacle that her remains would require. She has^ taste in art, and has taken, great pains in the matter of the urn.

Fashion Not«i.

High coiffures and high rnflta are again in vogue. Kettledrums andS o'clock teas are things of the past-

Very high standing collars appear on all sorts of dresses. Fur muflh are small, smaller than those of satin and plusb.

White fur hoods should be worn In the evening or in a carriage. Receptions and afternoons at home begin at {o'clock and end at 7.

Evening shoes are again beoomlng quite fanciful In color and design.

Beal and dark furs are preferred for walking and sleighing hoods. Gold lace and gold embroidery on tulle are used sparingly for ball toilets.

Fur goods are worn for walking as well as sleighing In the coldest weather. Four o'clock tea Is rf« rfffueur an Informal gathering without cards being sent.

Brown, green and dark grey continue to be the favorite colors of the season. Artificial dyed furs are used on street costumes of children and young girls.

Costumes entirely of wool or of velvet are fashionably trimmed with the lighter furs.

Capotes with decided brims are more fashionable than the tiny Kanohons of the past.

Young matrons wear little evening caps of lace and flowers, or lace, ribbon and feathers.

Nearly all of the wraps for children are modifications of the pelisse and perdine oomblned.

Fur trims everything this winter, from the crown of the hat to the top of the walking boot.

Borders of far are used to excess on dresses of all kinds, whether for the street or house wear.

The hand embroidery on the oolored kid evening shoe Is generally of the same shade as the kid.

Little girls wear the Xolbach Hongrols made entirely of fur, or Hungarian caps with deep fur brims.

Taffeta glace, plain and brocaded, 1s the coming silk for early spring and next summer's full dress wear.

Ash grey, ruby, and olive are the favorite color for dressy velvet reception and opera cloaks and mantles.

For little boys there are soft berets trimmed with ribbons, or large fur hats of the mountaineer shape.

Mufib may match the capote and the costume, or they may be as great a contrast as the wearer may fancy.

A beautiful Parisian mufl exactly simulates a bouquet of the crimson, yellow, and green leaves of the sumac.

BRAZEN NEW TORE ADVERTISERS.

How the Newspapers Advertise Business of Adventuresses. Such of these women, writes a New York correspondent of the San Francisco Chronicle, who rent offices make, themselves known beyond the buildings they inhabit by advertising, and it is by glanci-ng over the advertise ments in one of the morning newspapers that we shall see the further straits these persons have adopted to bring into their nets men who could not be induced to contribute to the support of this amazon army, except by some such indirect means. For instance, there is a sudden epidemic of women who advertise to cure rheumatism, dyspepsia, insomnia, nervousness and no end of universal complaints by hand-rubbing, magnetic baths, electric baths, manipulation, etc. I cannot for the life of me see how anybody can read one of these advertisements without knowing exactly what ir means. I am told that they do deceive simple-minded city men and unsophisticated countrymen, but I have my doubts. I rather imagine that these sinners thrive on the well-known classes of weak brothers—the class that has a keen scent and a fleet foot for novelties of all sorts, and that other class that is not as brave as it is wicked and that is afraid to be seen entering an out-and-out den, but does not think it bo bad to be caught calling at the house of "Dr. Blanche Beasley,

the

Electrician," or "Mrs. Daisy Dimple, Magnetic Healer." But you ought to see their advertisements in order to judge whether anybody is likely to be misled by them or not. Here is one:

Maonktio RMANIPULATIONFOB

HEUMATISM,

By ten healthy women day or evening. 222 G——street.

I have a bachelor friend who is fond of boasting that New York is an open book to him. If he sees or hears of anything he does not understand, he never rests until he has made himself acquainted with it. He answered the first of these advertisements some time ago. He was shown into a parlor decked with pictures and statuettes confined to that one subject of which the Venus de Milo is the highest example. A leering old woman said she was the doctreBS. My friend said he had rheumatism In one of his limbs. The doctress said oneS of her attendants would cure It at once. She rang a bell, and a plump young woman in a loose wrap per, carelessly let open a few buttons down from the neck, entered the room. The young man was shown to an ordinary bed room, and there his limb was pulled and pommeled and kneaded and rubbed for about ten minutes. Then he paid $3 and went away, but when he told me this he added that the place was simply and solely a bagnio, so managed as to secure a double expenditure of money for a lot of preliminary humbug. He said that his curiosity was satisfied when the treatment of rheumatism was over, and the attendant unblushingly announced the rest

An Old. Story for Detectives. New York Times. The story about an Indian who found a white man lying dead in the woods with a bullet-hole in his forehead is one of the best illustrations of the habit of observation which a detective must cultivate. The Indian came into the white settlement and told the settlers his story: "Found white man dead in woods. Had hole in his head. Short white man shot him with long gun ramrod of gun three inches be yond muzzle of gun. Wore gray woolen coat. Had little dog with short tail. Had waited long time for dead man to come a long." "How do you know all this? Did you Bee it?" was naturally demanded of the Indian." Oh, yee! me saw now show you." The settlers visited the scene of the murder, and the Indian Bhowed them the spot where the murderer had waited for his victim. He had set his gun against the tree. It was along one, because the bark was slightly grazed high up, and about three inches above the mark left by the muzzle there was a slight mark made by the ramrod, showing that it projected three inches. The man wore a gray woolen coat, because where he had leaned against the tree little particles of gray threads had been caught by the bark. There was the place where the little dog sat on his haunches—his stump tail left a mark in the yielding soil. The murderer was short, because whenher^ loaded his gun he sat the butt a good way from his feet The trail he left coming and going showed he was white, because he turned his toes out Indians never did. The trail also showed that the one coining to the tree was older than the one going away, from It —hence tl)? murderer had waited.

AN ALGERINE LION STORY.

All the Tear Round. How I came to be sitting, in very good company, one glorious September evening, in the little moon-lighted garden of the hotel at Algiers is neither here nor there. My companions about the round table, which was garnished with slim bottles, glasses and piles cigarettes, were all Frenchmen three old Algerian colonists, fourth an ex-lieutenant of the navy, who had exchanged a life on the ocean wave for that of a hunter in three-quarters of the globe. Before dinner I had picked up in the salon Du Chaillu's gorilla book, which I had never seen before, and my saying something about this, turned the conversation in the garden upon wild beasts and the hunting them.

Some wonderful stories were told, especially by the ex-sailor, though not a bit more wonderful than many one hears from old Indian sportsmen. For the matter of that the most extraordinary sporting story I ever heard was told by—of all men in the world— a bare hunter, who capped therewith a snake-and-elephant narrative, quite unique of its kind.

Presently a short silence, caused by the uncorking and tasting of anew bottle of Hermitage, was broken by the eldest of the party, who had not said much before. He was a good-looking man of fifty, with beard grayer than his head and a merry twinkle in his eye. What he said, I shall speak for the sake of elearness, in the first person, just as he told the story himself.

The adventure of which I am going to tell you, gentlemen, happened to me a good many years ago. It was my first serious interview with a lion. Like most serious things it had a comic side, too. I was a young man then, and had baen some half dossn years in Constantino farming, in partnership with a friend, an old coloniBt, whose acquaintance I had made on board ship ooming out from Marseilles.

Our business was corn and cattle raising, and we did very well together until my partner died of a fever, and after that I took a dislike to the place. I thought I would shift my ground into this province, Algiers, push toward the frontier, get a grant of government laud and make a farm of it. So, getting a neighbor to give an eye to things in my absence, started on my prospecting expedition

I say I, but Bhould say we, for there were three of us, sworn comrades as over were. First, there was your humble servant, secondly, there was my horse Marengo, and a better never looked through a bridle. He was bred between a Barb sire and an English mare belonging to the colonel of chasseur, of whom I bought him in town, when his regiment was going home. He stood about fifteen hands two, carried the Barb head, and the rest of his body was all bone and muscle. His temper was as good as his courage was high and he would follow me about like a dog, but he had one failing, and that was an insuperable objection to the close proximity of anvthing, except one thing, that stood on "four legs. We all have our peculiarities, and this was his. Bipeds were all very well, but multiply the legs by two and he let fly immediately, and never missed his aim. Such was Marengo "Third, there was Cognac, the faithfullest, the most honest, the oldest, and the wickedest little dog the world ever saw. He was more like a terrier than anything else, with a short yellow coat, a fox's head, very long ears and a very Bhort tail. The shrillness of hiB bark pierced your ears like a knife, but the awfulness of his howl—he always howled if left alone—baflles description. During the fourteen years I had him he seldom left me day or night. On a journey he would run beside me, and when tired get up and sit in my wallet. The great pleasure of his life was to steal behind people and secretly bite their legs. By some mysterious affinity, he and Marengo were friends from the first. They now sleep under the same tree. "Well, we started, and after going over a good deal of ground, I thought I had decided on a location and turned my face homeward. My direction was by Alma, to strike the great road that runs under the Atlas eastward into Constantine. It was about 8 o'clock one morning, when I had been some two hours in the saddle, that I emerged from a narrow valley, or ravine, through which the road ran, on to a sandly plain dotted with bushes and scrub. "I had just laid the reins on Marengo's neck, when suddenly he gave a tremendous shy that pitched me clean off. The next minute, with a horrible roar, a lion sprang right at his head. I made sure he was on top of him, and so he would have been, but, aa Marengo wheeled short' around like lightning on hi# hind legs, the streaming reins caught the brute's forepaw, and, as it were, tripped him, so that he fell sideways on the road. The heavy jerk nearly brought the horse down, but the throat-lash broke, the bridle was pulled over his ears, and recovering himself, he darted away among a drove of trees that stood by the wayside. "So intent was the lion on the horse that he paid no attention to me, lying defenseless before him. Cr»wlin~ swiftly along the ground, he pursuei Marengo, whom I gave up for lost— for his chance against the lithe brute among the trees seemed hopeless. However, as luck would have it, there was an open space about a dozen yards across. In tne center of this Marengo took his stand, with hid tail toward the lion, and his head turning sharply back over his shoulder, watching him. He stood quite still, except for the slight shifting of his hind feet and lifting of his quarters, which I knew meant mischief. The lion probably thought so, too, for he kept dodging to try and take his opponent by a flank movement But the old horse knew his game, and pivoting on his forelegs, still brought his stern guns to bear on the enemy. "Soon,-with a roar, the lion made his spring, but Marengo lashed out both heels together, with such excellent judgment of time and distance that catching him full in the chest, he knocked him all of a heap to the ground, where he lay motionless.

Then, with a neigh of triumph and -a flourish of his heels, he galloped through the grove out on the plain, and was safe. "The-lion lay so still that I thought he was dead, or at any rate quite horse de combat, and was just running to pick up the bridle and follow Marengo, when he sat up on his haunches. This made me Btop. As he sat there with his headjloosely wagging from side to side, and mouth naif open, he looked quite vacant and idiotic. "Suddenly his head stopped wagging, he pricked his ears, and by the flaah of his eye and changed expression, I knew he had seen me. Only one thing was to be done, and I did it The outermost tree was large and lowbranched. To it I ran, and up it I climbed, and had iust perched in a fork about fifteen feet above terrafirma, as the lion arrived at the bottom.

Looking up at me with two red-hot coals for eyes, his long, nervous tail lashing his sides, every hair on his body turned to wire, and his great claws protruded, he chattered at me as a cat chatters at a bird out of reach. His jaws snapped like a steel-trap, and his look was perfectly diabolical. When he was tired of chattering, he stood and growled. Catching Bight of the bridle, he walked to it, smelled it, patted it, and then came back and lay down and glared at me. "My carbine—confound it I—was slung at my saddle. My only weapon, besides my hanger, was a pocket-pistol, barrelled, and what in

dopbie-barrelled, and thosa

RJFLGG TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY %?, 1884.

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days we called a breech-loader—that is, the barrels were unscrewed to load, and then screwed on again. It would have been a handy weapon against a man at close quarters, for it threw a good boll but for a lionl Besides, the beast was too far off. "Then thd thought flashed into my mind, where was Cognac? I supposed he had run away and hidden somewhere. If the lion got sight of him it would, I knew, be soon all over with the poor little fellow. All at once there arose, close at hand, an awful and familiar yell. It had a strange, muffled tone, but there was no mistaking Cognac's voice. Again it came, resonant, long-drawn and sepulchral. It seemed to come from inside the tree. Where the duce was he

The lion appeared utterly astonished, and turned his ears so far back to listen that they were almost inside out, when from some hole among the roots of the tree there popped a small yellow head with "long ears. "Down, down, Cognac!" I cried In my agony 'go back, sir!' "A cry of delight, cut Bhort by a piteous whine, was his reply, as he spied me, and then dashing fully a yard toward the lion, he barked defiantly. With a low growl and ruffing maine, the beast charged at the little dog. Back went Cognao into his cave as quick as a rabbit, and stormed at him from inside. Thrusting his great paw light down the hole the lion tried to claw him out. But kept up such a ceaseless fire of snapping and snarling that it was plain he was either well round a corner, or that the hole was deep enough for his safety. "All the same, to see the great eowardly beast digging away at my ioor little dog like that was more than could stand. Cocking my pistol I shouted, and as he looked up, I fired at his bloodshot eye. He shook his head, and I gave him the other barrel With a scream of rage he bounded back. Cognac immediately shot forth his head and insulted him with jeering barks. But he was not to be drawn again, and after a bit he lay down further off and pretended to go asleep. Cognac barked at him until he was tired and then returned into his castle. Reloading I found I bad only three buliets left, and concluded to reserve them for a crisis. "It was now past noon. To beguile the time, I smoked a pipe or two, sang a song, cut my name, Cognac's and Marengo's on the tree, leaving a space for the lion's, which I determined should be Wellington. I wished he would go away. Having some milk in my bottle I took a drink, and should have liked to give some to Cognac. The lion began to pant, with his red, thorny tongue hanging a ioot out of his mouth. He was as mangy and disreptuable a looking brute as I ever saw. By and by, he got up and snuffed the air all around him, and then, without as much aB looking at me, walked off and went deliberately down the road. "Slipping to the ground I caught up Cognac, who had crept out directly, and after looking carefully around for the lion, was smothering me with caresses. The lion was was turning toward a bushy clump in a hollow about 200 yards off. That light green foliage —willows, water! Had the cunning brute sniffed it out? Anyhow, it was a relief to stretbh one's legs after sitting six mortal hours on a branch. Tne lion disappeared round the bushes. I strained my eyes over the plain, but could see nothing moving. Then I gave Cognac a drink of milk and a few bits of bread-cake, for which he was very grateful. Of course it was no use to begin aace against a lion with only 200 yards start in any number of miles. The tree was better that that. "All the same, he was along time perhaps he was really gone for good. Bah! there came his ugly head round the corner again, making straight fcr us. When he was pretty near I kissed Cognac and threw a bit of cake into the hole. Then I climbed again to my perch. Cognac retired again into his fortress,ana the beast of alion mounted guard over us as before. He looked cool and comfortable, and had evidently had a good drink. "Another hour and he was still there. While I waa wondering how long he really meant to stay, and if I was destined to stay all nieht on a bough, like a monkey, and on very short commons, he got up, and walking quietly to the foot of the tree, without uttering a found, sprang at me with all his might. He was quite a yard short, but I was so startled I nearly lost my balance. "His coup having failed he lay right down under the branch I was on, couching his head ?n his paws as if to hide his mortification. Suddenly the thought came into my mind: Why not make a devil and drop it on his back? I dismissed it as ridiculous, but it came wain. As we have all, including our English friend here, been boys, you know what I mean—not a fallen angel but the gunpowder devil. "Good! Well, it seemed feasible. I would try it. I had plenty of powder in my flask, so pouring some out in my hane I moistoned it well with spittle and kneaded away until it came out a tiny Vesuvius of black paste. Then I formed the little crater, which I filled with a few grains of dry powder and set it carefully on the branch. My hands shook so with exoitement I could hardly hold the flint and steel but I struck and struck—the tinder ignited—now Vesuvius! Whiff, win. The lion looked up directly, but

I dropped it plump on the back of his neck. For an instant he did not seem to know what had happened then with an angry growl up he jumped and tore savagely at the big fiery flea on his back which sent a shower of sparks into his mouth and nose. "Again and again he tried, and then raved wildly about, using the horrible leodine language, and no wonder, for the devil had worked well down among his greasy hair, and must have stung him liked a hundred hornets. His back hair and mane burst into a flame, and he shrieked with rage and terror. "Then he went stark, staring mad, clapped his tail between his legs, laid back his ears, and rushed out of the grove at twenty miles an hour, and disappeared up the ravine. "Almost as mad as the lion with Joy, and feeling sure he was gone for good, I tumbled down the tree and ran off along the road as fast as I could, with Cognac barking at my heals. By-and-by I had to pull up, for the sun was very hot but I walked as fast as I could, looking out all the time for Marengo, who would not, I knew, go very far from his master. Presently I spied him in a hollow. A whistle, and whinnying with delight, he trotted up and laid his head on my shoulder. the

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bridle, but with my belt an— chief I extemporized a halter, tied one end round his nose, and catching up Cognac, mounted, and galloped off, defying all the lions in Africa to catch me. There was still two hours before sunset to reach the next villagei and by hard riding I did it That we all three of us enjoyed our suppers goes without saying. And that, gentlemen, is my story."

We all agreed that it was wonderful.

The Pulpit of To-Day

O- B- Frotblngham In Atlantic, The conditions of a powerful pulpit to-day are essentially the same as formerly: devotion, sincerity, openmindedness, translucency of soul. The pulpit must contain consecrated man, who live for the highest thought, the noblest life, the purest sympathies who are-out of the world, do not seek its prizes, do not court its applause who are not sectarians, not churchmen, not polemics,—men who lay by their individuality, their pride, their selfsufficiency who are no hypocrites or pretenders who dp not strut vapor, put on airs of superiority, or practice affectations of any kind, but who stand fairly on the border line, where humanity blends With divinity—men of glowing enthusiasm, of invincible hopefulness, of perfect good will, friends and servants of mankind. Such are not rare, and they are becoming less uncommon with every generation. It will be generally allowed that the great need in all communities and at all times ia of men of this staop. The culture of the

moral nature is still the chief concern. The prevalence of knowledge renders compulsory a finer interpretation of nature, history, experience. We depend on the pulpit to Bupply this perennial demand. We depend on the pulpit to furnish the conditions of itB maintenance. The habit of fault-find-ing because it does not satisfy them is an evidence of the expectation that exists yet in the world of thinkers, That people are discontented, that they complain, that they stay awav from church, may be a good sign. The pulpit should Debased on the attribute ot intellectual power. The occupant of it should be held to a high standard. It is our duty to insist that the Sunday shall not be wasted, given up to quacks, drivelers, buffoons. My quarrel with the community is that it is too acquiescent criticises too little is too easily satisfied accepts mediocrity of learning, talent devotion abuses too mildly ridicules too gently. The people who say the hardest things are, unfortunately, people who do not begin with aspiration. Religions men are the first men to detect imposture. The pulpit can be trusted to purge itself from intruders. A distinguished preacher once said: "When I wish to throw Btones at the church windows, I shall go outside," It was well remarked, for to throw stones is a hostile and rather a lawless proceeding. It IB tree, all the same, that the real improvement of the pulpit comes from the inside, from the growth of serious opinion among earnest men, who see what the age ana the soul require. The correspondence between John Buskin and certain clergymen of the church of England, published two or three years ago, throws much light on the prevailing tendency towards a more spiritual understanding of the pulpit's office the short preface by Dr. Matteson displaying admirably the temper of the leading ecclesiastics. As, in the case of a battle, the hard fighting is done by the ordinary soldiery, whose disciplined valor carries the day, so, in this warfare of religion, the ordinary labor is pe-formed by obscure men, whose names are never spoken, and whose consecrated lives attest their fidelity to the highest interests of man. The officers bear the brunt of the criticism, but they do not fill the ranks.

The best and the worst has been eaid about the pulpit, yet it is not probable that any agency will ever take its place. Its very imperfections—and in the nature of things it can not be all it aims to become—act as a constant spur to its improvement. Other ministrations, honorable and capable as they may be, do not propose to themselves the same objects, of course cannot produce the same results.

A MtJRDSR'S ROMANCE,

Reoognlaed In America as the Perpe. trator of a Crime In Oernuiny, He Commits Snielde.

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Last September, a German, about forty years old and a stranger in this vicinity, says the Philadelphia Record applied for work to a farmer named Baptist Deutzer, living in Palmyra township, five miles from the village of Hawley, Penn. He said his name was John, but would give no surname, Deutzer was in need of help and em' ployed the stranger, who proved to be an excellent farm hand. He formed no acquaintances outside of the farmer's family, and seldom spoke to any of them. He seemed to be constantly brooding oyer something, and would sit by the hour with his head in his hands. Sometimes he would start up suddenly, look wildly around and then sink back in his chair and resume his favorite position. All efforts to obtain from him any explanation of his singular conduct were unsuccessful, his only answer to inquiries being: "I have had a great sorrow." He was frequently heard late at night walking in his room, and had been heard to cry out in terror and moan as if in pain in his sleep.

On WednesdayafternoonlastFarmer Deutzer sent John on an errand to Ludwig Kenthe's, a farmer who lived about a mile away. When the hiredman knocked at Kenthe's kitchen door it was opened by the latter's wife. T' man entered. Mrs. Kenthe threw up her hands, and, staggering back into a chair, exclaimed in German: 'My God! the man who killed the

shepherd." The hired backed quickly toward the door, but almoBt instantly recovered his compos' ure, told Farmer Kenthe the nature of his errand and walked away without a word. When he returned to his employers the family was surprised at the change in his demeanor. For the first time since he came to the farm he was cheerful and and in good spirits. At supper he conversed freely with the others and they could scarcely believe that he waB the silent and morose man of a few hours before. When he retired to his room, about 9 o'clock, he bade the family good-night one by one. whereas before he shuffled away to bed without saying a word to anyone.

man turned pale and

Thursday John did not appear at his usual time and Farmer Deutser went to his room to see the hired man's dead body hanging irom a spike in a beam in the room. He had tied whip-lash about his neck and fastened the other end to the spike. Soon after this discovery was made Mr. and Mrs. Kenthe came to Deutier's to tell of the discovery they had made in regard to the strange, weird man. Mrs. Kenthe came to America about five years ago from Germany. She married after coming here. A year before she left her native village a young shepherd had been murdered while tending his sheep, and robbed of a small sum of money.

The crime was traced directly to a man who worked on the same farm with his victim, and who had disap-

Ead

eared. Mrs. Kenthe lived near, and frequently seen the murderer, but, having only heard his name casually, did not remember it. The face of the man was indelibly impressed on her memory. She had never seen Deutier's hired man close by, but when she saw him at her door she recognized in him the murderer of the shepherd. The singular conduct of the man, and his suicide, seem to leave no doubt that he was the murderer. The sudden change in his demeanor is explained only by the theory that his discovery by Mrs Kenthe had relieved him of the burden of his dread secret, and, believing that he would be taken back to Germany and executed, he anticipated justice, and took his punish ment in hu own hands.

Vanderbllt on the Road. Joe Howard In Philadelphia Press. Mr. Vanderbilt's tastes,as you know, are flashy. A glance at his flabby face would disclose that, if you didn't know it already. Good eating, good drinking, good smoking and jolly, coarse companions are his chief desire, and in them he finds his sole enjoyment He loves to drive upon the road. Always careful of his personal comfort, he has provided from his father's millions the most extensive and the fastest teams in the country. He incases his long, huge frame in magnificent sealskin garments, literally from top to toe, and it is estimated that, his entire "git up and git" would bring at auction any day not less than $150,000. This includes his team, their harness, his cutter, his clothes, his diamond pins and his carcass, provided life'haa left it, and his two hundred and more millions were divided among his heirs. This afternoon about 4 o'clock he started from his Fourth avenue stables, built very considerately in the very heart of his neighbors' residences and far away removed from his own home on Fifth avenue, with his $150,000 rig. Of coarse he could pot go up Fourth avenae, Buy more than any of the reft of us could, so he went up Lexington and turned into the parkbythe usual road. As he did so he passed a group of "common people." They were mechanics, artisans, laborers. They had been standing on the corner commenting upon his order directing their discharge.

As Vanderbllt passed, his fftt lips, which are always curled a* if in dis

dain at men whose fathers didn't die rich, puffed like a balloon suddenly filled with oxygen, and a scarcely perceptible movement of the reins started his team into a rapid trot. The Press would not print what I heard on that occasion. The oaths, the curses, the blasphemies, the predictions, the threats, would not be pretty reading matter on Sunday morning in any circle to which the Press is a welcome comer. No slippered papa would permit his children ears to listen to the pronounced and wicked words of these "common people." Young ladies seeking information as to the costumes in Wallack's latest play, would turn up their noses and throw the paper down in disgust, were they to Bee those words in print And yet this is a cold winter.

EXECUTIONS AT OANTOJf.

Criminals Beheaded or Dying on the Cross at the Bate ot One a Day. Clime does not go unpunished in this part of China, says a Canton correspondent of the London Telegraph. The professional guide of the city, indeed, shows the execution ground of Canton with an honest pride. It is not a pleasant place to look at on a wet morning, and to a criminal must have a very depressing appearance. Yet, with the exception of three or four wooden crosses leaning up against the wall, there was nothing to indicate that the scene had ever been one of wholesale butchery. Still here it was that in 1855, nearly 50,000 so-called rebels were beheaded. A short lane, seventy five feet long by about twenty-five feet wide, narrower at one end than at the other, was nearly filled with earthenware pots put out to diy. Very mudpy ana sloppy, there was no place marked off for executions, and I stepped down to a little hut at the end of a lane to make the acquaintance of the executioner, who. I learned, lived there, before I found out that the beheading was performed wherever then was a vacant space.

The functionary nas not at home, and his wife was showing me the heavy, two handled, broad-bladed knife with which he operated, offering, in fact, to sell It for $2, when a little crowd appeared in the lane, and a man bound at the arms was led to an open space among the pots. My idea that an execution was about to take place was now confirmed by the owner of the hut coming for his knife. The culprit was evidently also informed ot the ceremony about to take place, for he looked very melancholy, though I afterwards learned some opium had been given him. As the executioner came up a couple of policemen pushed the prisoner down upon his knees in the mud, and bound his legs to his arms as he knelt, then pulling back the collar of -his shirt forced his head forward, while the executioner with much care, selected an earthen pot in which to catch the prisoners Bkull.

Taese preliminaries having been settled, the headsman stood over the prisoner, and with two cuts completely severed the neck—one, indeed, had put the criminal beyond all pain. The head, which had fallen into the pot, was covered up, the bleeding trunk was picked up by the relatives of the convict, the crowd separated, and after some financial transactions between the officer who superintended the execution and the executioner, the latter walked off to the hut, for all was over, the whole affair not having occupied ten minutes. I was told that just then executions took place at about the rate of one a day. General ly they took the form of beheadings, but occasionally people were submitted to the slow death upon the crosses against the wall, when, of course, the spectacle was more barbarous. A woman was executed the next day for killing her husband, and received eight wounds from the knife of the executioner before she was finally put out of her agony but I could not find that hers was a frequent case, nor did I meet any one in China who had seen more cruelty practiced than that The "cutting into a thousand pieces" now generally resolves into some such mode of dispatch.

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