Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 March 1884 — Page 3

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THE POET AND HIS CORNER.

A Secret. .*s-.:v.::

I told my secret to the sweet wild roses, Heavy with dew, new-waking In the morn. And tliey bad breathed it toathoasand others

Before another day was slowly born. "O fickle roses!" said I "yon shall perish!"

So plucked them for my lady sweet to wear' In the pure silence of ber maiden bosom,

The curled luxuriance of herchestnnt hair. told the secret a bird new building Her newt at peace within the spreading tree, And ere her children had begun to chatter

Hhe told it o'er and o'er right Joyously. S O a it or I is re a singing *, Thou dost not know, there in thy nest •iifH.} above, are not made to tell to

That secr«: other» Xhat silr^ii love!"

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I to!J the secret to my love, my lady Hhe held it closely to her darling breast Then as I clasped her came a tiny whisper "The birds and flowers told me all the rest. Norn ouldst tliou chide them that they spake the secret—

The whole world is a chord of love divine, And blids and flowers but fulfill their mUslon,

In telling secrets sweet as mine and thine!"All the Year Round.

't Fantamlc Effects of Music. She twankled a tune on her light guitar, A low sweet Jingle of tangled sounds,

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As blurred as the voices of fairies are, Dancing in th* noondawn dales and downs T^'And the tinkling dip of the strange refrain |^Ran o'er the rim of my soul like rain. The great blonde moon in the midnight skies

Paused and poised o'er the trellis aaves. And the stars in the light of her upturned eyes

Blfted their love through the rifted leavesDown the glittering string that her

Glintedand splintered In crystal mist gfi finger kissed. •X. Oh, the mfllody mai! Oh, the tinkle and •ttS thrill

Of the ecstasy of the exquisite thing! The red rose dropped from the windowsill

And lay in along swoon quivering While the dying notes of the strain j. divine

Rippled in glee up my spell-bound ,! *PIne- —[J. W. RILEY. "V •"'f A Seville Love-Song.

Look down from your window, dearest The mists of night are fled, Venus, of ttars the clearest, S*' Burns justabove your head. 1 am not at your sweot eyes' level/ u) Nor above, where the Jasmines blow

Round the golden tower of Seville— I am here, at your feet, below! Send me a flower, dearest, ,' W' A word from that common speech. 5?To all mankind the clearest, & Whlcn peasant., like king, may reach, 1 am here, as it were, In December,

And you are In May, up above— Oh send me a bud to remember Thesprlng's first promise of love! —Hamilton Aide.

J.: .• A Sonnet on a Bonnet. A film of lace and a dreop of feather With sky-blue ribbons to knot them together A facing (at times) of bronze-brown tre.ses, a into whose splendor each furbelow presses

Two strings of blue to fall in a tangle, And chain of pink chin in decorous angle: And the curls and braids, the plume and the laces, Circle about tne shyest of faces, Bonnet there Is not frames dimples ig

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,•' Bonnet there Is not that shades eyes comJSJAI' pleter! Fated is he that but glances upon it,

Sighing to dream-of that face in the bon[Winnifred Wise Jenks.

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A ME AT HEIRESS:

A Fortune in Seven Checks.

BY R. E. F.RANOILLON, AUTHOR OF "EARL DENE." tT

Meanwhile Miss Mary Holmes, otherwise known as 'Squire Morwen's Polly, stalked into the parlor, where her master

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engaged in buzzing the

bottle. "Squire," said slie, "you've had 3f8s^ enough of that stuff. There's rigs tonight. Doctor's gone off with that, girl, that's more fit to call a baggage, and as plain as she's imperent and as imper«»nt as she's plain." "Well, well, Polly. Young men will be young men. Good wine's wasted on a man till he's outgrown the girls.

You were quite right, Polly, not to let her in. I can't be bothered at my time of—life with—baggages: plain." "She said, squire—" A /X^'Oh, never mind what she said. "s Yes I do believe I've had enough. I'll turn iu. Polly you can go." "Yes, squire. Only I thought you

Uiight like to know what Bhe did say— ,• that's all." Amos Morwen rose from his chair, a trifle heavily. The admirable agent had an admirable head, but he was apt to go a littlest the legs, especially when he had been sitting late and long. Our grandfathers, and their fathers, were subject to such weaknesses—and we are paying. "I hate gossip, Polly," said he. "I've told you so scores of times. I'm all

Tight.

You can go, Polly. Ah! I'm

glad I'm not a married man," "Well, squire, if 'tis naught to yon 'tis naught to me so I'll just say good bye." "What the devil do you mean by good-bye? Good-night I suppose you mean." "No, squire. What I says I means, And what I means I says and sticks by, Good-bye. There!" "I never try to understand a woman, Polly. It's never worth while. "Quite right not to try at what you tf&n't, squire, being but a man. I'm goisgto Bleep at

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wherd I'll take my things, too. And I bids gocfi'bye now, because you might be a cinder to-morrow, and 'twill be loo late then." "Very well, my lass. I suppose you're been listening to the doctors stuff behind the door. Quite right to look after yourself. Yes, Polly, you may go—to the parish—and then don't come sponging on me. I can get a girl at half your wages these hard times." "No, Amos Morwen! you'll never get another girl, for you're going to be burnt alive this night, house and mill *nd all." "Oh, that's what the baggage told the doctor, eh

Miss Holmes stared. She had meant to make a grand coup, and had failed. Her master had either been imbibing more courage than was prudent, or there must be something iu old port to keep a man curiously cool. "Polly," he said presently, with chuckle, "I do like to make a woman look like a fool, especially you, because it isn't done everyday. If the baggage did say that to the doctor it •does look a trifle odd at first sight that the doctor didn't pass the word on to me. I do not suppose, my dear, that the baggage brought my dear young friend Hillyard a message to go out and tnke the lead. Nor do I suppose that ho has done what you only threatened, namely, sneak off out ol harm's way. He never doee anything like any body olae, that's all and. I'm glad he^i cone, whatever1* the reason why.

atever happens to-night we lon want women, and we don't want fonatWl fools. As if I wanted warning—J I've known what

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Cfdone to-night for ten daj^. I ve not toll the doct6r

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I've not told yon, my lady, because your tongue's your master. And since that's so, out of this room you don't budge before morning. Your aunt, indeed! Why, your uncle, Adam Croft, is in the plot and I mean him for the gallows—him and twenty more." "Oh, squire!'' "Yes—oh! This -parish must be cleared of vermin and weeds. I know you, Polly, and you're a clever girl, and think you've got the length of my foot and it amuses me to watch your tricks and your airs. Well, you'll know me to-night better than you ever did before. And you'll like me better into the bargain. Not that I care for that, but you care Helloo! open the window—quick! Here they come!" ,. "Ob, sir," whined Pollv, cowed, "is it them, to burn the mill? Oh Lord, oh Lord! I'll scream somebody might hear." "Open the window and your ears, and hold your clattering tongue—if you can. Do frame-breakers come on horseback, eh? Do their pitchforks and keds pole8 make a jingle like bells? Do they—" "Halt!" sounded sharp and short, not more than a few yards from the mill. Polly could hear it all, though it was too dark to see—the winnying of horses, and the faint click of hoofs pawing the hard road, "Sojers!" exclaimed she. "The dragoons—yes, to the very minute they were due. No time for warnings now! The trap is ready the rats will swarm in! Another bottle of the old port—quick! Captain Lowther deserves it, and so

"Sojers!" sighed Polly, "and the captain and all!" She went for the port, but not until she had run into her own room, scrambled on her silk gown and her smartest cap, tossed on her red coral necklace, and scrubbed her plump cheeks till they shoxie and glowed. "The trap is set," mused Amos Morwen. "And now for the rats!" said he.

Grace Lucas, safe in her hidingplace, watched Basil stride forward boldly and openly in the middle of the road. The air was not so dark as it had been a minute ago, for the torchlight, feeble as it was, and deepening every shadow and every dark place, brobght out into sharp relief the advancing figure and made the advancing mass resemble an army of phantoms. But besides this confusion of shadows there was a brilliant point in the far east of the sky that here and there touched some axe-blade or gunbarrel with glancing silver, and the heavenly host was unveiled by clouds. The girl's heart beat with suspense, and with an excitement that was not wholly fear. There was fascination to her woman's nature in the sight of one man walking coolly and easily against, it might be, a hundred desperadoes bent on arson and ripe for murder they armed, he with no weapon but a strong purpose and a firm will. She could not imagine what he meant to do. But she did not try to imagine: he had impressed her with a sort of blind confidence in him which would almost have rendered her proof against terror had he been opposing an array of tigers. What she felt was fascination.

She could not have done the same thing in cold blood, and so it seemed wonderful and grand. She crept forward, without leaving the shade of the hedge, which was an easy matter, until there were not a dozen yards between Basil and the weirdly, Bilent, scarcely distinguishable crowd, she, hidden by a tree, was not half a dozen yards behind. "Halloo!" she heard a rough voice Bay out of the darkness. "Lights forward! who's that therel" "A friend!" sang out Basil Hillyard. "Why, mates,'' called out another voice, and rougher, "'tis the doctor! Three cheers for the poor man's friend. Hip—hip—" "Silence in the ranks!" shouted a voice in command, stifling the birth of feeble hurrah. "A friend are you, master What's the word "Justice, my lads that's the only word worth naming here or anywhere to-night. Will that suit you—eh?" "That's what we wants, surely,' came from the rankB, in more tones than one. "No doubt about that there." "Adam Croft," said Basil, in tone

not high-pitched but clear, "I hear your voice there, for one. I'm told a lot of honest Lockmead lads are out to burn a mill. Is that true?" "Silence in the ranks!" again commanded the ringleader. "Whatever we're out for, master, whether it's rabbits or whether it's bigger game, or for naught at all, is no matter of yours. Justice—ayi If you're a friend, as you say, you'll know another word besides and jou'll speak it and fall in. We've gentlemen friends I don't like em, but you may be one." "I am one. And to show I'm the best you have, I'll say, not one word, but three, and maybe more. "Thev 11 hearn'e: I

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know you, mate, but

I know them, and they know me and not a man but will thank me when I've done. There's time for a bit of a speech there's plenty of time to burn twenty mills and to make yourselves safe before the first touch of dawn. My lads, I wish there wasn't a mill betwixt Sheffield and Nottingham." ,01), if 'tis a work in season," said the ringleader, "give it 'em hot, master, and give it 'em strong." For the doctor's popularity among the Lockmead contingent was clear and he had conveyed into the Yorkshireman's mind the impression that he was one of those aristocratic demagogues of the period who did more than half the mischief, and shared in the conse quent punishment as little as in the precedent misery. And the men had to be fired into passion by speeches, since they had no money to buy beer The Yorkshireman himself was a famous orator, having his heart in his cause but his vanity built itself upon bis forte, and this chance ol capping a rival who could dub himself doctor was not to be thrown away—this chance of showing a gentleman that a Yorkshire craftsman can give him two in that game. "But don't be longwinded, said he. "Sharp an short hot and strong. That's the way don't know Lockmead you do. Give it 'em home." "All right, mate short, anv way. 6ay I wish there wasn't a mill between Sheffield and Nottingham. And why Because they've put bad blood between rich and poor. I'm a poor man myself I've a goodish coat on my back, it's true but for other thing, I've lived on porridge and small beer ever since the bad times came in, and I will till they go out and I doubt if some that call themselves your friends can say as mu:h as I. I'm going to biag a bit, and then I will tell you why. What save on meat and drink—and its little enough—I sf end on your wives and bairns, lads, as you very well know so it isn't just bragging, after all."

We knows, doctor. God bless ve!" "Now, how can I get enough to help my neighbors, and to give work to Sam Evans, the tailor, once in a blue moon? I'll tell you the Becret, so that every man Jack among you can do it as well as I." "Ay! how?" "My lads, it's just by using my brains, and any man's brains will do. And the first thing my brains tell me is this: don't knock us out against a brick wall. If you find a wall across your path, climb over don't butt through. These new frames are the walls?' "And pull 'em down!" roared the voices of the crowd, with an omineus groan. "And blow 'em up!" roared twenty voices more

Alas that a metaphor should never fail to out both ways! Basil had clean forgotten that there are other ways of dealing with other people's walls than climbing them or running one's skull at them. He faltered bat to falter was to fail. He grasped his treacherous metaphor boldly, as a nettle that had stung him, and went at it again. "And yourself with themhe cried "Burn every mill in England—break every frame "We will—-we will! Three cheers for the doctor Hipl hip! hip!—' "And what the better win yc

As mre as you stand there the mills will be rebuilt, the frames made new, while your children are crying for bread, and vour wives are cursing the day when 'their husbands, instead of working for tuem like men, or starving with them, if neads must, forgot they were Eo^Uhmen, and went about by night, like cowards, to destroy other mens goods,like thieves, and all for nothing, like fools. There are brave Englishmen wanted to fight the French you- have taught yourselves how to be soldiers so there is an honest thing that you can do. The land wants labor since the machines starve you, work for the land that wants to feed us all. Av and there are big mill owners who will give three times as much as the best of you ever earned in the best times to those that will use a corner of their brains to learn the easy ways of anew machine. Men, the times will be bad forever if you don't help yourselves— not to the work of other men's brains, but to the honest wages that are going begging. Those are your enemies who, sooner than let you take them, drive you into crime and then leave you to rot in jail. Let's all go home, ads and we'll meet again to-morrow on Lockmead Green, and think out for ourselves what's the best and rightest thing to be done. Justice to all!"

Basil Hillyard, being a student, was orator and, unhappily, the very greatness and weight of the occasion made him forget half his arguments and mangle halfr the others. But to the girl behind the tree, listening to him with all her soul in her ears,ne/er had there been such a speaker to turn men's hearts and disarm their hands. And it is true that burning earnestness must needs be eloquent, though the words it speaks are frozen when dipped into ink and fished out again witn a quill. Basil's whole heart was his voice, that now quivered and now rang and he had one great advantage—he was a Lockmead man. Double the eloquence, if imported froir next parish, would have had but am

the fire. So this was the plan

to save the mill from men and men from crime. "Why," thought Grace, he is a hero and the battle is won!" "And that's true, too," she heard from the chaos of murmurs that followed his last word. "One don't gain much this gait" "Doctor's a good man he'll see us righted let's back up he." "He sent we a sack o' taters last Saturday." "He gave my old woman a hemliment as did a mortal maze o' good to the back o' she." "He got my Sally out of the croup, and didn't take nowt, nor never will." "He's cousin to the squire." "Ah! if doctor was up in Lon'on there'd be no lack o' bread." "Nor o' beer!" "Now, God in Heaven!" bellowed the Yorkshireman, suddenly striding in between the doctor and his patients, clinching one fist, raising the other hand arm's-length above his head, and facing round. "I'm ashamed of you, you pack of soft-headed Nottingham numskulls, to be twisted round the thumb of a traitor and a spy! I don't nighest horse-

Uii ULUu um ~r say chuck him into the nighes pond yet wait till I've done.

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to the"squire, eh? Ay, cousin to the wolf and the wolf's whelp—a Hillyard and what's a wolf's cousin called, eh? And you'll let yourself be bribed with pills and potatoes—pab! by a sneak and a snake that comes crawling and wriggling round to get the names of free born Britons, so they mav the sooner dangle ut a rope's end. They can't fight you, my lads they know the cause is too strong for that so they try to do you, and get you to go back to bed—leastwise, them that's got one to lie in. We're cannier folk in the West Riding. We don't lick the boots o'

squires' cousins there. Go to fight the French, eh Of course, and get killed quicker than by starving. That's what they want—for the poor man to cease out of the land. He asks for British bread, and they offer him a French bu'let they want you to be food for powder, because they're afraid" to'go and defend their laws them selves. And work on the land? Ay, Miss Hillyard will be wantins? to turn white serfs into black slaves. reckon she's sent out old Morwen a ship load o' cats with nine tails for your free-born British backs uncommon free they are, too—free to break, and that is all they are. Weavers and croppers to work on the land! 'Tis against nature tis against the laws of God and the rights of man! It's as if you was to set a ploughman to a loom. And learn the ways of the new machines! Give in to the Molochs that are burning your babes with fire, and the devils that are devouring the poor! Oh, the cunning of these gentry folk, that in the hardest times can wear a good coat finished off by the new machines! The devil comes and says, 'Three times your wages I'll give you, lads, if you'll

DOW down and worship me!' Get ye behind me, Satan, for Britons never will be slaves! "My lads," he continued, fixing his eyes upon the silvered east, "there's and old saw—"Tis always darkest before the light comes.' They've robbed us of the light of fire and candle they've darkened the light of the sun the Btars, they're too faint and to far the moon's our sun, our stars, our fire, our candle, and all. We've got our work to do, and so's she. And the light, our light, is coming it's come." He paused, without unfixing his gaze. "I don't care what traitor knows it now: 'Moonrise' is our word. And there, lads, up she rises, aqd out she shines! 'Tention! Quick—march!"

So the fanatic answered the enthusiast, and the silver welled forth from the east to a threatening murmur, half cheer, half growl.

The moonrise—veil-timed, no doubt gave the ringleader's harangue the effect of prophecy. In truth, his sort of eloquence swept awv Basil's as a river in flood overwhelms all slighter streams. Grace, had she not been spellbound, must have screamed. The moonlight was broad and full, and showed her a body of men in loose but not altogether unsoldierlike order, crowding the road, and armed out of General Lud's armory—with muskets and blunderbusses, supplied and paid for by Heaven knows whom with cudgels—in short, with all the murderous instruments of a peasant's war. Many wore crape over their faces, but others were bolder. In physique the men differed widely. Some were big and burly— these were croppers, or cloth-finishers, who toiled at a heavy machine that must surely have been invented in heroic times, before the laws of mechanics were so much as a dream these were they who were aggrieved at being asked to do lighter work for higher wages. But others were slight and sickly—weavers, who composed the second casts of Lockmead. Agriculture, the third and lower caste, was represented but thinly for it is, or used to be, hard to beat the idea that he is a martry into the British peasant, that slowest, patientest, stupidest, yet, not impossibly, wisest, of mortal, men. In front, si(ie by side, and facing these disciplined rioters, stood the contending orators, their faces turned from Grace. Another moment, and then—

Basil had been hopelessly beaten in the war of words. He felt—for in those momenta all men feel together— that the Yorkshireman had recovered all his wanting influence, and more. The idea of persuading men who were led by a Demosthenes—absurd! He felt, as weH as heard, that reason, as usual, had lost the day. "Tontfapameibomenusprosephe contihaiolos Hector"—so to him in answer forthspake Hector of the glancing helm—was the incongruous thought that came to Basil's mind. For even so did Homeric heroes strive, like to angry fishwives, with their tongues before coming to manly blows. Those are the moments for incongruous memories. But the thought was something more than a thought—it was an idea. "My lads," cried Basil, londer and clearer than ever/'I can't talk, but I can fight—anyhow, I can try. I'm one to foar-ecorfe- I'll take the biggest of you

you be? to start with, and if he wins I'll help you fire Hillyard'a mill it I win, you'll

You are strong-, but, thank God, noth- .. ing in England is so strong as the law. go home to night, and meet me, noon One felt, more and more, that the

to-morrow, at Lockmead Gr»-en Tiui.V sound reason and fair jpiat I need hardly explain to the intelligent reader that the propo?*!—m.d Basil knew it—was eminently unreasonable and grossly unfair. At any rate the Yorkshireman did not need to have that explained.

Alas! one may drain the deep weil of truth and reason drjr, and flood th« fields with that precious water, and the fields will be as bare as before. In other words, and plainer, you may

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rove to a man that two and two are he will laugh at you. You may persuade him he will think yon crazed. But back your belief at odds, and he will respect you maintain it with your fists, and he will accept the issue. That is the true argumenlum ad personam and that is why it is better to have*biceps than a brain.

Basil grasped the doubtful moment on which all things turn. "Fair play's a jewel," said he with a laugh. "There lies my machine-finished coat—if that's all about me you object to." He tossed his coat into the nearest hedge, and his hat and waistcoat after it, and bared his arms. "Come will no Lockmead lad stand up for General Lud he called.

The Yorkshiremen looked at him, puzzled. "Come, doctor," he said, with a gruff sort of courtesy, "you're hindering business, and that won't do. I won't heave you in the horse-pond, after all, for you're the only gentlemen I've met that's also a man. Come with us, or come behind us—only clear the road." "Some 'un must fight, doctor," heard Grace from the ranks

The Yorkshireman saw his army beginning to waver before something better than eloquence, and that he must a second time make up lost ground. "I've had nought out of you, anyhow, nor the likes of you, said he. "I've never been bribed, nor never will. I'll fight thee—there. Will that do?" "Must do, I suppose," said Basil. "I'd sooner have it out with Jim Taylor, or Sam Smith, or Eli Fletcher, of course, for I know their style, and there'd be no malice left after but you're a stranger—and we're not fond of strangers here. Well, you're soon ready I like that. Shake hands."

The Yorkshireman had indeed stripped to the shirt while speaking for promptitude had become everything. His army Set up a lively cheer, and in the space of magic, had formed a ring. Their leader, by his decision, had more than recovered his pledge.

Grace, at the risk of discovery, climbed up the roadside bank right into the hedge, whence she could see into the middle of the circle. Not that she xeally risked being observed, for these were Englishmen intent upon a fight—that is to say, safe for the one thing, deaf and blind. Girl as she was, and therefore with a horror of blood and blows, she could not let this thing go on unseen within scarce two dozen yards. Yet why do I say, girl as she was? Women fear the sight of blood less than men, and haveintenser honor-for blows.

There was a certain piquancy, so to -rieak, in the notion of a fight with fists

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under the moon. Basil

held out his right hand, somewhat too long and too white for rough action the Yorkshireman's red fist opened and swallowed it whole. Then, with the moonlight taking them flankwise, the squared.

He would be rash who should offer odds upon either man. Here is the good and bad of them both, so that anybody may back his fancy, if he dare.

The doctor was the shorter by more than the third of a head, with some inches less round the chest, and lighter at least by a couple of stone. Moreover, he was ill-fed, despite his recent meal which, coming at the end of a fast, was the reverse of an advantage. On the other hand, he was much less in the middle girth, was strong and clean of muscle, stronger of nerve, and was as quick and active as a young liou. Moreover, he was the younger, and at the best age for putting his whole heart into his blows, and had studied the art at Oxford and under Eli Fletcher, who had thrashed a man who had thrashed twenty-three, and all of them worth the thrashing. Finally, he was a gentleman, which manymeaninged word means in this sense that he dared not give in.

The Yorkshireman was stout, and a little too fleshy, considering that he was the ringleader of men who followed him bepause they were starving. Nor was he a man of science, and had never fought for fun, like the doctor, or for money or beer, like Eji—at any rate, not for many years. Still his attitude, though rough and unfinished, bespoke a man who knows what he is doing, and is not standing up for the first time. For advantages—he had height, chest, and, above all, weight if Basil would never dare give in, he was of a certain breed that never knows wh- it is time to give in and he was a fanatic, which implies the strength of three sane men or four.

On the whole, the Yorkshireman had the odds and this appeared to be the feeling of the spectators, who were no mean judges. It is a quarter of every battle, whether of tongues or of hands or of feet, to have the gallery on one's side, for its sympathy is_ instinctive prophecy and another infallible instinct tells speaker, runner or fighter whether he has that fountain of strenght and courage on his side or no. It was not many undecisive minutes before Basil became aware that a man who can do nothing better for his neighbors than teach them, and cure them, throw sops to the wolves at their doors, has no chance of their suffrages against a man who can do three things —ficht for them, put their hunger into burning words, and promise them a millenium of beef and beer. Gratitude had gained Basil fair play which was a marvellous feat for gratitude to achieve. It was all he could expect, and as much as gratitude ever gained for any man.

Grace watched breathlessly but not more silent and breathless than the ring.

That great fight under the moon has had no Homer, and never will. Yet it was worth a song. There waa scarce one vulgar touch on either side. The Yorkshireman was fighting, and he knew it, to maintain the influence which he had devoted to a great cause. The doctor was fighting to aave men, whom—perhaps from a natural profesr sional prejudice—he preferred to machines. So great waa the issue, and so formidably earnest each found his opponent, that the outset of the combat was marked by an excess of caution.

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the front, by the way). "That's flat and plain." "I would, but for them 'taters. You're the man, Jim. He's done nowt for thee." "Ha'n't he, though! He gave mother & cloak." "Come, come," said Basil, with well-, acted good humor. "Let the man who's had the most out of me pay it back now. What! are Lockmead lads brave enough to burn a frame, and not got thejpluck to stand up to a doctor? I'm ashamed of you, lads that's what I am." "Eb," spoke up one of the challenged, "we'd be game enough but 'tis hard to stand up like a man on an empty belly," "Ah, my poor fellows," said Basil, sadly, "I torgot that- that's true. I'm brute enough to have been eating meat and drinking wine though, to be just to myself—for we all deserve justice—it's the first time for twenty days. Wait a bit—there's Eli Fletcher. Stand out, Eli, and peel. Don't tell me you didn't send the Bawtry Bantam home again with his tail between his legs when he came to crow over the heavy-weights of Lockmead, for I saw the mill. A pound of mutton hasn't made me a better man than you. Come, strip and stand up for the good cause of arson. It's months since you gave me a lesson." "I wunt!" growled Eli Fletcher—a giant with a bull-dog's jowl and a smashed nose. And that was the longest speech he had ever made.

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eyes. But presently shock straight between the eyes that made him reel.

It was followed by a shout of ap-

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f|"Gammon! But the van wavered. "That do seem fair!" said one or two—and then three or four.

)an8e rhat was not pleasant to hear. si one may regard gratitude, or think of one's gifts, it is not gratifying whfii the m^n whom one has helped apolaud thp in in who nearly knocks one down. Vet, as B^sil Hilfyard kuew welt ^n» ngh, th« applause contained ii"! wlnt'of malice it waa honest article appreciation of a fine blow that had baffled skill of lnuce and had been8ent hom^ Btraiaht and hard.

But it stnng Basil- to his work, and piqued his pride ia bis skill. It was his fortune to dra# first blood and the sight of it called fdrth a cheer, though thinner and fnore subdued.

And now the champions warmed, and. they became personal enemies— not merely champions of a cause. Practicein science that teaches a man how to wait, that losson of lesso s, kept Basil for the present burly ccoi bnt the Yorkshireman was in a hurry and borrowed hi6 tactics more ana more from the bull. He showed at last more signs of punishment, but this was because he cared less about receiving blows BO long as he gave them. And one blow of his was worth two of Basil's. Science, after all, is only supreme when matched against half science it avails but little against no science, combined with crushing weight and a sublime indifference to blows. Basil began to feel this, and to doubt whether he would be able to endure until his adversary was exhausted with his own rushes. So he began to leave off waiting and then came a sight for ring—silent no more.

Quick and fast and audible fell the thuds upon rib-B and faces, till, if either combatant had been suddenly asked what he was fighting about, he would only have stared blankly.

The Yorkshireman put in another blow between the eyes that sent Basil into the hedge, and almost to his knees. "Hoo-ray!" roared the crowd. "You'll settle 'un now!"

Basil gathered himself together, set his muscles, and sprang at the other like a tiger. His left first, impelled by every nerve in his body, crashing full into his enemy'B face and threw him backward, witn arms thrown up, and nearly stunned.

Then rose up a single voice, "Well done, Lockmead! Well fowten, Nottinghamshire!"

A moment of dead silence then a roar. In that moment of high-strung excitement a word had gone home. Empty bellies were forgotten, and, at the word, every Lockmead man became—a Lqckmead man just that, and nothing less, nothing more. What had they come out for that night? To break frames, to fire houses, to inaugurate the millennium No but to see a great fght between a stranger and a man of their own county—parish—town. Faroff Leeds might lead them to anew Golden Age, but meanwhile, whenever man stood up to man, Lockmead must win. It is possible to conceive of a quarrel wherein we should hold France right and England w+ong. But if the quarrel led to war, and the two armies stood face to face, should we not forget the rights of the cause, and pray for England's victory, though it wouldf|tnean the triumph of wrong? I think it would be so still I know that so it would have been in those great, narrow-minded, heroic years before Waterloo restored us islanders to the citizenship of the world. And to these more than islanders, who watched the fight with all their narrow souls in their hungry eyes, Lockmead was England all beyond the bounds of Nottingham was abroad. Their ringleader was no longer the prophet, apostle and savior of the poor. Basil Hillyard was no longer the champion of aristocratic tyranny—the beast and the great dragon. The one was barbarian Yorkshire—the other was Nifttinghamsliire, Lockmead, England, home. "Well fowten, our side!" [To be continued in the Sunday Express.]

Principal Battles of the War. Following are the dates ot the principal battles of the civil war, who commanded in encb, and the number killed on both sides:

Bull Run (first), July 21, 1861 North, General McDowell killed, 481 South, General Beauregard killed, unknown. Shiloh, April 7, 1802 North, General Grant killed, 1,375 South, General A. S. Johnston killed, 1,728. Seven Pines and Fair Oaks, May 31 and June 1, 1862 North, General McChllan killed, 890 South, General J. E. Johnston killed, 2,800. Antietam, September 16 and 17, 1862 north, General McClellan: killed, 2,010

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General Lee killed, 3,500. Chancellorsville, May 2 and 3, 1864 north, General Hooker killed, 1,512 south, General Jackson killed, 1,581. Gettysburg, July 1, 2 and 3, 1863 north, General Meade killed, 2,834 south, General Lee killed, 3,500 Yicksburg, July 3 and 4, 1863 north, General Grant killed, 545 south, General Pemberton killed, unknown. Chickamauga, September 19-23, 1863 north, General Thomas killed, 1,644 south, General Bragg killed, 2,389. Wilderness, May 6, 6 and 7,1864 north, Gen. Grant killed, 5,597 south, Gen. Lee killed, 2,000. Spottsylvania, May 21,1864 north. Gen. Grant killed, 4,177 south, Gen. Lee killed, 1,000. The above figures are based on medical official returns, and do not agree with the returns of the adjutant general. No two returns agree. The adjutant general makes the killed at Wilderness 2,261, and at Spottsylvania 2,270, while Gen. Meade's report, based on reports immediately after the battle, states killed at Wilderness, 3,288 at Spottsylvania, 2,146.

The Creoles of New Orleans. "You will not find any of the Creoles that Mr. Cable describes living in New Orleans," said a book-seller in the French quarter of the Crescent City to a Northern visitor the other day. "Here he got his suggestions for characters, but he gave thoee characters attributes which they never possessed. His fancy painted the facts in colors they never before knew. The Creole of Cable is a different creature from the Creole we know of in New Orleans. The people now called Creoles," he continued, "are fast drifting away. The Irish control their politics. The Hebrew's monopolize their business, and their morals are in the hands of alien priests. They themselves have retired within their homes. It is a. fact, sir, that hundreds of Creoles living right around this neighborhood have never crossed Canal street. They refuse to believe that the western part of this magnificent city exists. This is their exclusiveness. They know nothing of modern progress. Their habits belong to a generation long past. Their race is crumbling to pieces, and they are rapidly passing away. And the Northerner thought that after all Cable had not been far away from the truth.

England's Throne.

Pall Mall Gazette. The throne of England, so splendid when covered with silk velvet and gold, ie, in fact, only an "old oak chair," over eight hundred years in use for the satne purpose. Its existence has been traced back to the days of Edward. The wood is very hard and solid. The back and sides were formerly in various colors and the seat is made of a rough looking sandstone 26 inches in length, 17 in breadth and 19J in thickness, and*iu this stone lies the grand peculiarity of the chair. gram Numberless legends are told in connection with it, the truth probably being that it was originally taken from Ireland to Scotland an 1 served at the coronation of the early Scottish kings-

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DIAMOND POIIICE.

PrtcantloB Used ia Sontb African IHa•Md Mind* to Prevent Theft.

New York San. "The diamond police 'of South Africa form a wonderful institution," a gentleman lately from the diamond mines of Cape Colony said. "They are appointed by the government, and ate incorruptible, although yon may hardly believe that John Fry, i!wir chief, is a most remarkable

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has the txest memory of anyoue ever met. He was formerly a jud^e. His present position is one of the greatest importance in South Africa. He is about fifty years of age, and •very quiet in his manner. He has under him many white detectives, each of whom employs forty or fifty black men and women to aid him in discovering the thefts of diamonds irom the mines." "Are many diamonds stolen. "In the tmrteen years that the diamond mines around the cape have been worked, more than $13,000,000 wort'i of diamonds have been stolen. The miners are Caffres, who Bteal the dian jnds every chance they get Take, for instance, the diamond mines of tLimberly, which are two miles in diameter. In them %re forty or fifty mining companies and nearly twenty thoasahd miners and employes. The diamonds are embedded in a darkcolored lock, which is blasted out. The fragments containing the gems are spread out on a level field ana left to tne action of the atmosphere. In a few weeks the rock crumbles away and the diamonds are gathered. In blasting out the rock there are often found free diamonds, which the miners try to steal. The Caffres are divided into little squads of fifteen, which are uuder the charge of a white overseer, who never turns his back to them. If one of the Caffres can pick up a free diamond without being seen, he swallows it. This is the only way they can conceal it, as they are searched before and after they go into the mines." "Where are they searched?" "In houses built for the purpose. When a man goes to work he first enters the search houses, as they are called, where he is compelled to remove all his garments, and to put on canvas trousers and a jacket, which have no pockets in them. On their return from work they are again searched, after which they are allowed to change the canvas suit for their own clothes. The searchers receive $40 a week salary. But these precautions by no means prevent the stealing of diamonds. It is impossible to entirely prevent the stealing, hut the precautions keep the stealing down to a very large extent. The searching, however, is only a small matter compared with the other precautions." "What are they?" "Unless the diamonds can be disposed of after they are stolen there is little good in stealing them, and toward preventing the Bale of ito]en diamonds the diamond police have done much. Each diamond buyer, seller, cutter, and broker muBt have a license from the government. The licensed diamond buyer must keep a register, in which he is required to enter the size, weight, and appearance of each diamond that he buys, the uame of the person from whom he buyB it, and the price paid. He must also enter on the Bame register each diamond that he sells, and the name of the person whom he sells it. If he is suspected of buying stolen diamonds the diamond police quietly seal up his place and compare his stock and the record on the register. If they do not tally, and it is apparent he has been buying stolen diamonds, he is sent to prison to await trial. If he is convicted he may be sentenced anywhere from five to twenty years' imprisonment. If a man buys or sells diamonds without a license he is subject to the same penalty." "What is the cost of a license?" "The license itself costs $1,000 a year, but in addition the applicant has to deposit® $10,000, to be used as bail for himself if arrested." "How often are the registers examined?" "At the end of each month they are all sent to Mr. Fry, who examines and compares them. If some of them appear suspecious even, Fry has aright to close up the dealer's place, and to examine their stock. He has also the powers of a magistrate. He is so sharp that he can detect a discrepancy at a glance." "Is it not possible to 'buy and Bell stolen diamonds without being round out?" "Anything is possible, but there is a great risk. If a person without a license buys or sells a single diamond, he knows that if he is found out he may pass the next fifteen years of his life behind prison bars. The diamond police have secret agents, both black and white. Many of the blacks are women. If a miner is suspected of stealing diamonds, one or more of these secret agents are told to watch him. The agent makes the miner's acquaintance in a casual way, gains his confidence, and has him locked up. Any diamond broker who is suspected of buying stolen diamonds is also watched. The police send a

Caffre, who is in their employ, to him with a diamond to sell. The Caffre tells the broker that he found or stole it. If the broker buys it he is arrested, and the diamond found in his possession is used as evidence against him at his trial." "Have these diamond police to do with the detection of crimes other than the stealing of diamonds "No. It is a department established by the government fer the one_ purpose of protecting"the diamond mining companies, who pay to the government for this protection ten per cent, of the gross receipts." 'ii1

Extent of the Czar's Estate. London Times. One may form some idea of the extent of the possessions belonging to the Russian emperor, as property immediately attached to the crown, when we hear that the Altai estates alone cover an area of 40,000 desjatins, or over 170 000 square miles, being about three times the size of England and Wales. The Nertchinsk estates in Eastern Siberia are estimated at about 18,000,000 desjatins. In the Altai estates are situated the gold and silver mines of Barnaul, Paulov, Smijoy, and Loktjepp, the copper foundry of Sasoum and the great iron works at Gavrilov in the Salagirov district. The receipts from these enormous estates are in a ridiculously pitiful ratio to their extent. In the year 1882 they amounted to 950,000 rublee, or a little more than £95,000 while for 1883 the revenue was estimated at more than half this sum, or about 400,000 rubles. The rents, &c., gave a surplus over expenses of administration of about a million and a half cf rubles. On the other hand, the working of the mines showed a deficit of over a million hence the result just indicated. A Partial explanation of this very unsatisfactory state of things is to be found in the situation of the mines, which are generally in places quite destitute of wood, while the Bmehing-woris were naturally situated in districts where wood abounds, sometimes as much as 600 or 700 kilometres distant from the mines. The cost of transport of raw materials became considerable in this way. By degrees all the wood available in the neighborhood of the einelting-works became used up, and it was necessary to fetch wood from distances of even over 100 kilometres. Formerly the mines were really penal settlements, worked by convicts, who were partly helped by immigrants whose sons were exempted from military service on the condition of working in the mines. But since the abolition of serfdom this system has been quite altered, and there is now a great deal of free labor on the ordinary conditions.

The Late Southern Cyclone. Anfmta (Qs.) Latter.

Comparatively' little' has been said in the Northern papers containing the recent terrible cyclone that haa swept

over anthis region. A paragraph nouncing the appearance of the storm in Alabama, and one or two lines descriptive of its route appeared, and that was all. Yesterday while traveling over the Central railroad of Georgia, between Savannah and Augusta, the track of the tornado was seen. A sight more impressive could not well be imagined. The storm had evidently ioilowed the course of the railroad *nd for a distance of twenty miles its devastating track was visible. Imagine a great "swath" half a mile wide cot through a dense forest, trees levelled to the ground, or torn up by the roots, hugh pices and stately oaks splintered a thousand piecr-

into a thousand pieces, houses razed without anything to mark the place ,—where once they stood save a few heaps of brick and stone—this is what 1 saw for more than twenty miles, and this was but about one-eighth of the cyclone's track. The list of sufferers from the Btorm will aggregate more than one hundred. Severn men are ruined, twenty-nine persons were killed or injured, and not less than sixty buildmgs destroyed. One young man, who had recently married, purchased anew house and paid for it only twenty-four 4iours before the tornado came. He had invested all bis savings and he and bis bride were blissfully happy in the possession of their own nome. The cyclone came, the house was destroyed—Utterly torn to pieces—the voung man was instantly killed and the yonng bride is to-day a penniless widow and almost upon the verge of insanity. Near Waynesboro three houses stood in a row beside the railroad track—to-day those houses are scattered over two counties. A red board that was recognized as having come from one of these houses was picked up in a swamp eleven miles away. Some of the inmates escaped with their lives and several were killed.

THE SAME INITIALS,

A Contribution to the Uteratnre of Coincidence*. Chicago Tribune.

The following item from a Buffalo paper was printed in the Tribune of yesterday:

Walter Wilson" is one of the aldermen representing the Tenth ward in this city, and his brother Is O. Reed Wilson, tne coal merchant of Seneca street. Walter Wilson, of Montreal, deserted his bride at the altar, and shocked none more than his brother, G. Reed Wilson, of the same place. These two families are not related, and the Buffalo Wilsons never heara of the others until their names came by the Associated press. Thirteen years ago there disappearedfrom Erie a man named Levi Daniel Zlnn. A day or two since C. Zlnn, of Erie, stopped at a hotel in this city and was surprised to see the name of Levi Daniel, his brother, on the register. He nearly fainted from excitement, but on being shown to the billiard room, he found the owner of the name an entire stranger.

Striking as this is, it can be matched if not surpassed by what happened yesterday in the Western Union telegraph office, at No. 47 Monroe street. There dropped in there Mr. Byron F. Stone, of San Francisco, a member of the firm of Field & Stone, of that city, who wanted to send a dispatch to some one at his home. He handed the message to the man in charge of the office, who looked at it, and then Baid, "Our names are pretty much alike, are they not?" "How so said the San Francisco man. "Why, my name is Benjamin F. Stone and yourg is B. F." "You are not through with the supprises," said a bystander who had been listening to the talk, "for my name is Burdon F. Stone, so that there are three of us who have the same initials."

And then the three went out and did honor to the coincidence.

Singeing Sparse Hair.

Detroit Times. "Step right in here and I'll tell you all about tb«_new pro«^Bo for the prevention of. baldness," said a wellknown Griswold avenue barber yesterday as he led the way to a room adjoining his shop. "This process," he proceeded to say, "is entirely new in Detroit. I found it out in this way: A friend of mine went to Paris a short time ago, and at the time of his departure his hair was very thin and continually falling out. On his return the appearance of his head was entirely changed, being covered with a growth of hair ever so much more luxurious and thick than previous to hiB departure. On inquiring the reason for this change I was informed that he bad had his hair singed. Here was a practical illustration of the good effects following this new method, so I made up my mind to adopt, it, and have done so very ttllPPPHfi I 111 1V "How is it done? Well, I just take a lighted taper and pass the flame over the tips of a man's hair which is at all thin or has a tendency to fall out that is all. You see, every hair is hollow, and more or less of the fluid necessary for its growth escapes When the top of the hair is signed the aperture is closed and the strength ening fluid retained." "Will not the same means he emloyed to encourage the growth of air on the bald upper lips of some of our youth?" was asked. "Exactly. You see my mustache? It iB thicker on one side than on the other. That is caused by smoking my cigars just a little short, and they singe my mustache on one side and make it thick there. ThiB goes to prove that singing is beneficial. I have no doubt that hefore long you will see in front of all the barber shops of this city signs marked, 'Singing done here."

Ben Butler's Son-ln-Law. Philadelphia Press. I saw Gen. Ames recently, who is principally distinguished as being the husband of Blanche Butler. He was millitary commander of Mississippi just after the war, and the first reconstruction senator from that state. He came to Washington young and fine looking and was considered a great catch by the young ladies in society.,,,. Gen. Butler was then in the zenith of his power, and his daughter Blanche was one ot the reigning queens of society. She was a beautiful woman, tall and graceful, dressed with exquisite taste and was noted for possessing many of her father's gifts of speech. Ames sought this lovefy woman and married ber, and for a time they were central figures in the social circles of the national capital. How things have changed since then'. From a general in the army, a United States senator and the glamour of high life, Ames has{ gone into the humdrum duties of a commission merchant in Brooklyn. He has one son, and his wife named it Ben after his distinguished father. Little Ben is a great pet in Ben Butler's home at Lowell. He is the only one being to whom this stern man unbends.

Misdirected Mail Mai tor. Boston Herald. People in general have but a faint conception of the enormous amount of misdirected mail matter which passes through the mails annually. In the Boston office laBt year there were 49,000 letters wrongly addressed, and in all these cases the proper addresses were ascertained and the letters forwarded to their destination, and yet people wonder why their letters are delayed, although it is owing to their own carelessness.' Of course the postoffice officials are not responsible, but many people fail to see where the trouble lie®. Ii» farther evidence of the want of care on the part of the public, it ia stated that the dumber of letters sent to the dead letter office during the last year was nearty 4,500,000, or an average of 14,500 per day. These letters contained no leas than $40,000 in cash and checks to the amount of $1,500,000.

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BEAliS SHOT AND LASSOED.

Arctic Sports on the Shores ot Staten Island—True to Ita Dead Mate.

New

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Two fur seals, estimated to be about five feet long, were seen lying for several hours yesterday on a large ice floe that the wind had driven close to the shore near South Beach, Clifton, Staten Island. Two young men named Rollinson procured rifles qpd a boat and tried to get out near them. The floe was too thick for them to make headway, however, and they hauled the boat ashore again. They then singled out a seal each, and fired simultaneously. One of the two creatures threw its head about for a few seconds and then lay perfectly still. It was apparently mortally wounded. The other, which did not seem to be hurt, hopped off the ice into the water and began to swim around its companion. The ice soon turned red about the latter. The young men fired several shots at the head of the live seal, but the excitement of hunting gave place to pity at the evident devotion to the dead one, and the firing ceased. A crowd stood looking on for about £wo hours, until the seal in the water tried to climb up on the ice again, when the weight of its body tipped the cake over, -and the carcass of the dead seal rolled into the water. Neither was seen again.

Another large-sized seal was noticed on the ice close to a wharf at Stapleton. A saloon-keeper, who was formerly a ranchman, took a lariat down fmm.behind bis bar, greased it, and went down to the wharf. He got his hand in first by lassoing a spile in handsome style. Then he crawled out to the end of the wharf, gathered his long leather thong up, and sent it circling through the snowfiakes. The noose fell on the seal. The thrower gave a jerk as the seal Btarted up. It flopped off the ice, but it was seen to have been caught by the noose directly around its neck and under one flipper. A crowd on the wharf began to haul in on the lariat amid wild excitement. Wben the seal was within a few feet of the wharf, however, and had been plainly seen several times, the noose slipped from its smooth akin, and the coveted prize glided away.

Another seal was discovered on an ice cake a little north of the Tompkinsville Basin. A boat containing three men put out from a cod-fishing smack at anchor in the basin and when the crew had pulled out a mile to the windward of the seal they shipped their oars, lay down flat in ihe boat and permitted the yawl to drift with the wind. One of the three lay on his stomach in the bow with a rifle pointed towards the seal. Another was in the stern holding an oar, with which he kept the boat headed for the seat. The seal did not notice the boat, which cime so close to him that as soon as the rifleman discharged his weapon the other two sprang up, seized boat hooks and before their victim could get into the water they had plunged the hooks into it. It was soon killed. It was five feet long.

FAIR PACES AND FINE FORMS,

Opening of A New Beauty Show—Com* ments of Visitors on the Contest* ants. Chicago News.

Galatea riding in her dolphin-drawn chariot, with an expression of ineffable delight, while the gods of love circled about in a harvest of mirth, did not form so varied a picture of female loveliness as that witnessed in Kohl & Middleton's West Side Dime museum yesterday, when the second annual contest of beautiful women began. At 1 o'clock no less than twenty-five dif ferent goddesses sat on pedestals un der little fringed canopies bearing the insignia of dlflereat nations, vary unlike ancient goddesses, however, these were disposed to read, knit, and play the pianoforte.

There are many types of the female face and form in this display, not a few of which are pleasing and the museum was thronged all day with extraordinary crowds of gazers, each of whom selected his model and deposited his vote. The ladies were neatly attired and quite modest and shy.

It is interesting to note the comments of visitors on this or that feature of the woman he admires moBt. "Hasn'tshe a dandy mouth, Jim?" was the remark of a Blue Island avenue dude, pointing to No. 12. "Oh, those eyes are too killing, you know!" simpered a fellow in Dundreary whiskers, jerking his thumb toward No. 16. "I think she's horrid, don't you, Julia?" groaned a maid with Esmeralda hair to her companion, as they ambled along past No. 20. So it goeB, and the goddesses neither smile nor frown so long as they hear not. If any visitor went yesterday expecting to see the old original No. 9, the "own and only" No. 9, he must have been sorely disappointed. No. 9 this year is, indeed, a pretty lass, and is worthy of attention on her real merits. Upon the whole, the exhibit is far in advance of the one seen on the south side. (§f

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Detroit Free Press. "Know Douglas—Stephen A.? "Yes, indeed. I knew him wheu he was a young man," said the Rev. John Fisk in a recent interview. "He had just opened a law office in Jacksonville, 111., and I was studying with him. One morning as I came into the office Douglas stood with a letter in his hand and was gazing at it intently, thinking about something. He broke out finally with: I have just got a letter from Vandalia spying that they are going to elect an attorney general day after tomorrow. If I had a horse and a little money I would go down there and see if I couldn't get it. Vandalia was then the Beat of government and was 75 miles from Jacksonville. I told him, 'Well, there's that old gray horse of mine, and I've got about $8, and if that will do you any good you're welcome to the horse and money.' He thanked me and accepted the offer. 'Go catch your horse and I'll go.' So I got up the horse and Douglas started. He bad about twenty miles to go before be struck the priirie, and then there was twenty miles of straight prairie. He had to ride through this in the darkness of the night, but he wanted to get into Vandalia as soon as possible. Well, he not only got there, but he got elected. It was the first office he ever held. After that he kept rising from one position to another, like so many steps going up stairs!"

A Tiger in the Path.

Madras Mall. The following is an extract from a letter from a lady who describes an adventure she lately met with in this presidency. It illustrates the wide difference between American and Indian traveling: "We have been coming through dense jungles for the last five days, some of the scenery really quite lovelyj but three mornings ago, Mrs. M„ the ayoh, little ,and I, got an awful fright. My husband had ridden on a little way in front of us, and we were driving slowly along a rough

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iece road. Suddenly the bullock'A tiger, a tiger!' I looked out, and sur* enough there was an enormous tiger walking slowly through tlie long grass toward us. When within a couple of yards of us he stood and stared at us. Little got awfully frightened, and cried so, poor litue fellow. The bullock man was afraid to drive quickly he behaved so well, went on driving qurte slowly, and staring at the animal. When we got a few paces,

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it had the deaireaf effect the tiger galloped off to the jungles, and you can imagine our delight at seeing the last of the awful creature."

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London Globe. Bossi was playing Hamlet one night at Gassala, when a party of young Italians of both sexes, who had dined too copiously, spoke so loud that the actor was obliged to stop. "I'll keep quiet till you do," said the tragedian, quietly folding his arms. The public applauded, and demanded the expulsion of the disturbers, but after the performance Signor Rossi found a card left with the stage doorkeeper The owner of it insisted upon satisfaction for the insult. Signor Rossi pulled a long face. He did not mind a duef^ but he was expected next night at Milan, and was bound to start at 3 in the morning. He went straight to the residence of the challenger, whom he found engaged trying his skill with a pair of pistols on an iron plate fixed against the wall. He explained the situation to him. "The rumor of a duel between us has already gone abroad the gendarmerie are sure to prevent us in the morning. I have a very spacious apartment at the hotel. Will you come and settle our quarret\: there? We are not likely to be disturbed, especially if we can slip in unnoticed." So said, so done. They repaired to Signor Rossi's hotel, the conditions had been arranged, and they' were just about to begin when there was a knock at the door. It was the host, who, seeing alight so late, feared,' that his visitor was ill, and would not accept his assurance to the contrary for an answer. "There is but one. way out of the difficulty we must put out the Candles and take aim by the glow of our cigarettes we are going to light." The condition was accepted Signor Rossi hit his adversary in the shoulder, but the -. discharge awakened the whole house*The tragedian had got from the fryingpan into the fire, for he was conducts tothejuge de paix. In vain did he consult his watch the hands pointed to seven. To make matters worse the magistrate received him with a crushing speech. "You deserve five years* imprisonment," he began. "But now that the man of the law has spoken,'* be continued, suddenly changing his tone, "the playgoer must add a last word. I was at the theatre last night. You acted like a god, and you did very well to chastise this good-for-nothing. I know that you are expected in Milan and take this ring as a remembrance of how I look upon your conduct." ..

Senator Sawyer and His Brother. Detroit (Mich.) Times. Senator Philetus Sawyer, of Wiscon-'Sl sin,. was "raised" in St. Lawrence county, New York, "bought his time" of his father and started out for himself when seventeen years old. He had in his belt $1,200 and $99 to pay his expenses on his way west. He wanted another dollar, and borrowed it of hiB brother. In a few years he began to accumulate. He made lucky speculations in timber-lands, and his wealth increased. Recently he returned to his old home in St. Lawrence county, New York, where he found his brother in straitened circumstances. Debt had got the best of him, and to satisfy a mortgage his home Was about to be sold. "What is the amount?" aBked Philetus. "Twelve hundred dollars," answered Pifleman, with a face as long as the

"I'll pay you what I owe you, which, with the interest, will be enough to straighten this matter out." "But," said the former, "you don't owe me anything." "Yes, I do," replied Shorty. "You remember lending me $1 when I first went west well, here it is with returns," and he counted out $1,500. "Every dollar I took away with me has brought me $1,500 in return. If you over get hard up, let me know, and I'll help you out, again."

Libelled by Being Called a Maeon, Montreal (Canada) Witness, March -i On the 30th of April last Judge Torrance awarded $400 damages to Mr. EdmondLareau,an advocate, who had brought a charge of libel against the La Minerve. The advocate had been a candidate at a parliamentary election of 1882, and had been defeated, a result attributed by him to a charge of freemasonry brought against him by tie above newspaper. La Minerve appealed from the judgment, but the appeal has now been dropped. Mr. Tasse, member of parliament, has thought it wise to come to terms, aa shown by the following letter:

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a trot, and just then my husband, who •knew nothing of this, turned round and got off his horse to take me out of the tongah to walk over a bad bit of

MONTREAL, Feb. 21,1884.

Edmond Lareau, Esq., Advocate: SIR In view of the agreement come to between you and the Minerve Printing Company, by which the latter, in execution of the judgement lendered against it, agrees to pay you $600 for damages, interest and costs, I am to declare that the articles which might bring an accusation or insinuation of Freemasonry against you were unfounded, having been written on false information. I therefore regret that the said articles were written and published, and I authorize you to publish the present as a retraction.

JOSEPH TASSE,

Director of La Minerve

Always Cold:

Georgia iff just now interested in two most peculiar personages. One is a living skeleton residing near Keno, Habershaw county. He is twenty-two years of age, is fully six feet in height, and weighs fifty-six pounds in his clothes. The other erratic individual lives in one of the upper counties of the state, and always feels as if he was in the frigid instead of the temperate zone. Even in the hottest days of summer he wears all the clothing possible to protect him from the imagined cold. He was never wet by a rain in his life, and never goes out at night without protecting nimself with an umbrella from dew. No part of hia food is ever eaten cold, and he often remarks that it is all he can do to keep himself from freezing. He is always seen on the streets clad in a heavy overcoat. 7*

It Is No Great Wonder,

Fafiny Fletcher In the Household. No wonder so many bright, pretty girls develop into faded, worn-out nervous women. A woman cannot be a mother, a kitchen drudge, laundress seamstress, dairy-maid and all other kinds of maid and retain her good looks and happy disposition very long, even if she had a good supply to start with, and I never see a vinegary-faced, fretful woman, with a faded-out expression, that I do not come to the conclusion instantly that she has been overworked. And I do not wonder that so many tired'out creatures long to "pull the coverlet of green grass and daisies" over them, and take their last, long rest.

A Veritable Natural Curiosity. A veritable natural curiosity is in the possession of a St. Louis editor. It is the head of a two-year-old rattlesnake preserved in spirits, the lines and tracings on the back of which formed a very well defined picture of the head and bust of a woman. The gentleman states that he and a party of friends were resting under an apple tiree in Cleburne, Johnson county, Tex., when they perceived the reptile on a branch above them, and knocking it down with a whip, killed it.