Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 April 1884 — Page 3

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WHEN SPRING BEGAN.

in "Almant las for April

While roaming In the woods, one day, I asked the question, half in play, "Who oan tell when spring began?" Straightway the answer came, "I can!" AndBobln Readbreastcocked his head "All right! Then pray proceed,"I said. "I must," said he, "express surprise That any one with two good eyes,' Or even one, should fail to see Spring's coming most depend on me, When I come, then will come the spring, And that's the gist of the whole thing." "Ho, ho! He, he! Well, I declare!" A equlrrell chuckled, high in air. "That la too droll—that yon should bring, Instead of being brought by, spring. I hadn't meant to boast, bat now The canso of truth will not allow My silence so I'll merely state That spring for me must always wait. The thing admits not of a doubt: Spring can't begin till I come out.

"Well, bless my stars! For pure conceit, Began the Brook, "you two beat All I have heard. As if't were true Sprint Were

ig never came at all till you born, and can't come when you 'ra dead "MI'm sorry, sir, you've been misled, :--r But I can set you right. I know Spring comes when I begin to flow. When my Ice melts, ana not tell then, Spring dares to venture forth again." "Whew!" sneered the breeze. In highdls dain, "Yon'r wrong as they are, It is plain. When I first came, not long ago,

I found you naught but ice and snow. 'I' was my warm breath, you thankles thing, That broke your bands and brought the spring. The robins and the squirrels all.|pfj|!|p

Come only when they hear me cali,"'Mm In fact' I may assert with truth

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BALLADE OF A SWELL.

[From the Century "Brlc-a-Brac,f'

His forehead he fringes and decks ||i With carefully out Montagues t|g He angles his arm semi-X, rfii

And dresses in delicate hues Ml His haunts are the rich avenues ...pi Staccato is somewhat his gait

It takes but a wink to amuse '-.--vj His sadly impoverished pate.

His costumes are covered with checks He travels In taper-toed shoes Through Vanity Fair, there to mu. ..in.. v..

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UIVU^U OUIVJ X'Ollf VUOiO VW CA The silly young heart that be woos He's clever wltn cards and with cues, And banters with Fortune and Fate:

Alas that the lad cannot lose His sadly Impoverished pate! t-

He's fond of the frivolous sex His light conversation he strews With "toffy aught else would perplex

The topic his fancy pursues The cud of contentment he chews, While women and wealth on him wait

And nature with nothing endures His sadly Impoverished pate. e, ENVOY. Fair prlcesses, all who peruse

This ballade, beware ere too late, Lest Opulence hear you abuse ,x His sadly impoverished pate. ,, —Frank Dempster Sherman.

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'AOREAT HEIRESS:

A Fortune in Seven Checks.

BY R. E. FRANCILLON, AUTHOR OF "EARL DENE."

Ontiis next day's visit to the mill Uockmea1

Basil was more fortunate wen was returned.

't "Upon my soul, Hillyard, I'm hanged if I know what's to be done. ii You must see for yourself, as an educated man, that the people have brought all this on themselves. Help yourself to port—you look as if you fwant it, by George! And-now put yourself in my plice. My duty's to c. Lockmead. I'm trying to do it, ^and I'll do it, too. I find the ?i town all at sixes and sevens, stickin the old mud while there are places in the north springing up like mushrooms. And why? Because "tup the North they go with the times.

What they can do I can do. I've had |these machines set up to turn Lockmead into another Leeds and another

Nottingham in one and am I to be beat by a pack of dolts who won't eat their bread because they can't see which side is buttered? No." "But the machines," argued Basil, "don't wan'tbread,andthe people do." "Let the blockheads earn it, then. ^I've shown them how. Can't you see SthiBisB matter of principle?" "Of the greatest of all principles," said Bazil," said Basil—"of charity." "Notabitof it," said Morwen. "Charity doesn't manufacture papupers and beggers—as I should, if instead of paying wages I was to give alms. Charity doesn't put a premium on ignorance and laziness—as I should, if I was to throw good money into this stagnant pond. No, no. Charity isn't I a fool. I hope I'm as charitable as moBt men. And so why should I ruin the place, and take the bread out of the mouths of all the generations to come, by subscribing to a system of stupidity, laziness and hopelessness, and Crime? I'm steward of this place,

Hillyard and whatever I spend shall go to make it better. I'm fighting the battle of progress against pigheadedness and I mean to win." "But, ia the name of Heaven," exclaimed Basil, "how could the place be made worse by keeping little children out of their graves Give them them a chance, Morwen. Give them the chance of growing up to be men and women of their time.' "I'm sorry. Butit's always the way: New inventions are always new broomB, and sweep terribly clean." "Ay, terribly clean indeed so clean, Morwen, that I tell you if we don't fight the wolves that are upon us tooth and nail, with purse, and heart, and head, and all we ha7e, there'll be no Lockmead left to improve."

Morwen shrugged his shoulders. "My dear lad," said he, "I dare say I seem horribly cold and old, and hard but wait a bit, before you judge a man old enough to be your father, and who knew the world before you were born. I see, in my mind, a great town, with streets, and markets, and mills. I hear, in my mind, a score of bells ringing and out of the mill-doors swarm hundredi and hundreds of lads and lasses, not like our ruffian croppers or bow-backed weavers, but strong and heartv, and woll-fed, and lusty, and clean. Not the worst worth of them but earns double the wages the best weaver earned at the best of times. Then I go into the nearest connting-house, and I see orders for Lockmead goods pouring in from every quarter of the world. Then I look into the shops, and see provisions cheap and plenty. I tell you, doctor, I see a great, rich, splendid prosperous town. And the nam# of that town is Lockmead and here ir my mill are its first machines. And you tell me to put off -the birth of a town like that for the sake of a few old women, and a pack of useless yokels, and a lot of babies with dirt and disease, and ignorance, and pigheadedness bred in their bones. A precious sort of charity, say I! If that's charity, then charity be—" "You will do something then

I passionate nature over the more imipulsive and the younger.

H. J. Wheeler, in "Almanac," St. Nicho-/two friends must always be master ting an Bour and iu such a relation body tells fully deed, so far as the other was concern^ as much as brain. But now the friend- Amos Morwen must have supposed ship itself hiad received a blow, and something of the sort,for he ®ii°

But, as Basil gathered from Graces only surviving relative,_ her having left Dockmead in her childhood would certainly go far to account for her reappearance almost as a stranger, and it might well be that a girl who had lived in Nottingham and desired to hide her head and die would creep back to the spot that held the gravemounds of her kin. The statement of old Mistress Lucas of the alms-house, though not lucid in itself, yet enabled Basil to obtain light, and—

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Squire Mer- certainly go far to account for her

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Morwen shrugged his shoulders again. "Be just before you are gen erous," said ne. "Then," said Basil, turning away in despair, "God help us all I"

He was not of the stuff of which farsighted statesmen are made. His heart, burning with iodignant disappointment, failed to do justice to the great ideas of a man who could be deliberately callous to the present tor the sake of a grander future, and, for the sake of a grander future and a greater good, could even treat the evil under nia very eyes as but a means to an end For I have failed indeed if Amos

Morwen of Lockmead Mill has appeared wholly and solely the light ofa mere slave to appetite and passion. In so far as such a slave he was he but resembled many a greater man. ^Hithertohe had exercised over Basil all the influence of an older mind and »itronfer will, and mayt* of» more

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Bawl's overstrung nerves trembled Tm afraid you've toovajffl" and his impoverished blood took fire, things a trifle, my lad. Of course I cannot be sure that if at that moment don't know what you this old enemy from Yorkshire had that you've come.to the appeared in the parish bearing half a that the devil isn t, iifter all,so to* loafstuck on a pitchfork (the etand- as he is painted and tbatam-j can ard of the cause) Basil himBelf would be false to hisp/inciplea. not have stepped into the ranks, and "Openly. Of turned rebel against asocial system has nothing to do with the affairs of reprSentedby Amos Morwen. hisright. to you "And that girl starves herself," a second fame. I will say no more, thought he, clinging his fist, "for the Onlv if I don't shake hands I shallsake of my useless, ungrateful stranger, explode.

while Morwen won't give a penny out J)an!'

He was passing the almshouse, where just a trila hard. And since you left the six oldest widows in the parish I've been hitting on away how you can lived on the proceeds of some ancient go to work your own Quixotic fashbenefaction, and were therefore now, ion, and without the help of any mancomparatively speaking, in clever, and, You ve been talking of a thousand next to Morwen, absolutely the very pounds. How would you hke five thourichest people in all Lockmead. And sand pounds—two hundred and fifty a it occurred to him that one of these year—all of your own. 1 Am nrAnl/1 II lr

old ladies was a Lucas, as indeed had remembered at his first meeting with Grace and that he might thus learn a little more of the girl who had entered his life and his work in so sudden and strange a way. "Grace Lucas! said the old lady, who was deaf, palsied, and ninety years old. "Oh, I mind Grace Lucas. She was my husband's grandmother. And so she be come back again? Well, to be sure! A mightiful numbero'sights she must 'a seen—and her that used to ride me in her lap when I were not that high! ... A young lass? And" Grace were a young lass not like me. How old be I I were born of a Sunday and come next Sunday I shall be a Hundred and ninety and nine year old—ab, that's a minhtiful age. Grace were but seventy-five. Grace Lu cas that's in Lockmead now? Ah, there was a Grace Lucas that was here about come to see I but she's not my man's grandmother, not "she. Oh, yes, I know'd her I never forget neither a face nor a name. You re Basil Hillyard, you are and your grandfather's father used to go courting with I in the hayfield only he were as comely a man as three of thou. Ay, and I mind Mistress Margaret being born and grand doing there was, and beef and ale-^-none like 'em now. I'd know her if she was to come and stand in t'ais very room. Ah, I'm a hundred and ninety and nine year old, and I've got all my teeth but one that's broke, and I never forget neither a face nor a name. .* Grace Lucas that came hereabout to Bee I "Oh, she'll be Sam's child that was man's nevey—he went to foreign parts out Nottingham way, he and his childer and all. Oh yes she were born and bred in Lockmead she'll be a Lookfiuead lass as sure as sure. And Sam were a blacksmith by trade and I've got all my teeth but one that's broke, and come next Sunday I'm a hundred and ninetv and nine vears old—ah, but 'tis a mightiful age!'

But what was Grace Lucas to him farther than a help in his work And, for his work, what mattered it though she was not absolutely as spotless as the snow "But she is pure!" cried the heart of this most unreasonable young man, whom the soundest of common-sense

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ow worshipped her lodger as if he were the only son who had gone years ago

for a soldier and had been killed by the Frenchmen in Spain. 'Twas left for you, sir, by the writing," said Mrs. Jordan. "I found it on the dresser but who brought it, sir, I don't know I'm Bure. But Lord! Doctor Hillyard, do eat the gruel 'twill be cold as a stone. Oh dear! I wish there was but half another doctor nigh the place, for you want one yourself more than they all." "Nonsense, Mrs. Jordan! I am as stong as a horse and as hungry as a hunter," said Basil, attacking the mess, and wondering if Grace Lucas was faring as well. At the same time he opened the parcel, which was plainly sealed and fastened with a string. "Good God!" he cried the next moment, "am I mad, or dreaming?"

For here, before his eyes, lay notes of the leading bank in Nottingham to the amount of one thousand pounds. And on the top of the heap lay a slip of paper on which was written, in upright letters: "For the poor of Lockmead—to be spent by Dr. Hillyard as he best knows

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and lamentations, Basil the impulsive crushed the notes into his pocket, dashed on his hat, and was half wav to the mill before the porridge had time to cease steaming. Arrived at the mill, he did not pause to speak to Polly, but sprang past her and up the stairs three af a time till he found Amos Morwen meditating over his wine. "Forgive me—forgive me, my dear fellow 1" he cried. "No—never will I judge human creature by his words again! What shall I say—how shall I thank you? I asked you only for bread, and you have given—" "Now, my dear young volcano, sit down and help yourself, and tell me what the devil has happened to Lockmead now." ,x "I beg your pardon, Morwen. Of course uiat thousand pounds came anonymously but then, when there was only one human being who could send it, you see, it comes to the same thing as if his name had been scrawled over the paper." "Well Tr' "Come, Morwen be human for once. Of course I understand that, since it was against your principles to give me farthing for my poor, you couldn't —on principle—pat your name to a

thousand pounds—a thousand pounds! Here's your healtht though, all the same, with three times three, and principle be* hanged! And with the toast here's a sentiment—'Justice before generosity: speak before you act: may the iust tongue ever herald the generous land.'"

Any third person would assuredly iopflm thai It was AcaotMonrao who

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of his wealth and his comfort to save a and welcome. And you may punish whole parish from plague, pestilence, this wine, whatever foundationyouve and famine—and such things are. She been laving 'tis mother's milk, an a sinner? Then if she is, once more wouldn't give aheadache a fly. I God help us all!" was going to say that l*n afraid I was

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How would I like Golconda and Pen?" "Which means you would like to make five thousand pounds. Make it, then, without more ado. And spend it on yourself or on the Luddites, or give it to Davy Jones, whichever you

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"Mak five thousand pounds? You're joking, Morwen. How "Sell your property." "My dear Morwen, my property wouldn't fetch five thousand pennies, instruments and all." "Think, my lad. If Miss Hillyard dies, who is her heir-at-law "I, of course—if she were to die childless and without a will." "Very well. Then sell your reversion to Lockmead manor, and the thing's done." "And you call yourself a man of business? Absurd. I have no more chance of succeeding to my grandfather's estate than you. Firstly, Miss Hillyard, my second cousin, is yoHnger than I by some ten years, and of the longer living sex besides. Secondly, she is a healthy, girl, certainly rich and well cared for, presumably happy. and, I should gather, gifted with that indifference to the concerns of others which insures a sound digestion. I am a medical man, exposed to all the risks of my profession, and practicing in Lockmead I need say no more. Thirdly, a. great heiress, with large estates in two worlds is absolutely certain to marry, and fairly certain to have heir-apparent— I am but Tieir-presumptiv'e, after all. Fourthly, even if she doesn't marry, she will make a will, and will certainly not leave me the value of a mourning-ring. .* My dear Morwen, your proposal is simply absurd. Is a rich young woman dies, inestate and unmarried, befoie a half worn out surgeon full ten years older than she! Where is the fool who will tive me five farthings for such a chance I should like to know that man." "H I find one who will give five f^UrgTd th^ hde'in'the top of his thousand pounds down for the chance,

will you close thrm-icrh it 1 Judea^ ¥°Tno,^ lifS "It seems to be a fine country?" would be void, for lunacy on his part that's a deception."

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false to my principles and yet-wel „Then

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see, the money will be in good hoa8

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your reversion by the way of consider

ation for the money, and then my

conscience will be clear, Of course it

had on!y lashed into fire. "I know it isn't worth the money. —I can hear it with my ears and see it I should think not, indeed. with my eyes. And if Respect "But still I sha'n't have given the ability says otherwise, then Respect- money, you see. Eh7 ability be—"

1 Bee one

Enough that he sent Respectability gravely and solemnly:' that you have to the place whither Amos Morwen the noblest heart the world. You had been about to send Charity. may trust me. I am your trustee for

Comforted by this feat, he proceeded mv poor—no, for our poor now. Only upon his rounds. Alas I there were -it is hard they, should noltkuow^froiti more cases of fever and one of his whose hand their sal vabon comes. patients of yesterday had fallen past "No, no," said Morwen h^ti hope, and another had died. He was "that would never do. I must be the conscious of no want of skill but the man of principle-there. It a bardisease had attacked frames already gain. 111 draw up the document for prostrated by starvation and every you to execute to-morrow and gm form of misery, so that Nature could you my check on the

not give to skill her indispensable aid. sand pounds. Done. Help yoursell He saw Grac© hero and th.6r©—sh© and pass tn© win©. was carrying out all her instructions One and five ar with extraordinary intelligence and pounds and a.U *or the poor. The faithfulness, while exposing herself young doctor went home like a man in with a recklessness that filled him with a dream, and dreamed all night ofalarm. Yet, when he came to think six thousand pounds: each guinea a of it, he could not help perceiving that bullet against hunger, fever, there was a slightly better spirit about despair, and. ever demon W8t the place—her courage acted as anew love and science had foughtin vain contagion. Indeed, the more forlorn Surely,.among the gifts of that God the household, the more it seemed to gold stands high. lean upon the nurse rather than upon Amos Morwen went to his desk and

nhvuirinn once more examined the list of pasStill, bad was the best and when he sengers bv the^Queen ^arloftte^ returned to his solitary lodging in the fied by Bmtes Brothers, of Bristol, cottage of a weaver's widow he was which included among the names of sickat heart and wearied out in brain those drowned in the wreck offj Hartand limb- His dinner of porridge was land Point, that of Margaret Hillyard, ready for him, but he was well-nigh of Mount Vernon and Lockmead. Th®° too spent to eat. 8o he took up a he once more read the letter to Miss small paper parcel that lay beside his Hillyard which hadcamedhimto wooden bowl and regarded it vacantly. Bristol for news, and threw it upon the "YVhat is this, Mrs. A cheap five thousand worth—five called out to his landlady. who came

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AMUSING MISCELLANY

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THOSK GIBI4.

Those girls are all a wicked ihowj For man's delusion gives, Their smiles ol Joy and tears of woe Deceltfnl shine, deceitful flow.

Not one is true In seven. They love yon for a little while, And tell you naught shall sunder. Two loving hearts, then full of guile, But others with their watchliig smile

And you may go to thander. AVERT SICK STRANGER. Detroit Free Press.

Down in a town in Alabama I found a native with his chair tipped back under an awning in front of a saloon, hat down on his ears, eyes half dosed, and his toes showing through his boots. Out at the hitching-post was a faded old mule, head down and eyes closed, and the mud of last fall had not been cleaned off his skeleton frame. I was looking from man to mule to see if I could establish a chain of evidence, when the native straightened up and said: "Stranger, ve ain't goin' to settle in this kentry ?'f "No." "Powerful glad to hear it. Let's drink."

I declined, and he took fifteen cents' worth and came back and said: "Stranger, this is a powerful bad kentry—powerful bad." "What's the matter?" "No chance for a poor man—not a shake of a chance. Let's drink."

I declined, and he took his usual dose with a sigh of satisfaction. "Look at me!" he said as he returned to his chair. "I am a livin' evidence of th«» iaot that this is the wust kentry on earth fur a white man who honestly desires to break his back in agrycnltural pursuits. I've bin goin' down hill as Btedy as clockwork fur the last twenty y'ar. Stranger, wet your whistle?"

I replied that my whistle required a dry atmosphere, and he went in and took it straight again. "Yes, sir/' he said, as he got his chin dried off, "the durned southern nabob grinds me on one side and the infernal nigger on the other, and I'm bound to be pulverized." "Do you farm?" "What's the use? Nuthih' that I planted ever growed. It's alius too much or too little rain, and if I hire niggers they won't stay." "Then you speculate?" "Mebbe I do. Mebbe if I trade a mule wuth a hundred dollars for one wuth sixty you call it speculation. Say, let's licker."

I declined, and he never shed a tear as his corn-juice went down. "I tell you a poor man hain't got no rights 'round y'ere, and he's bein' :zround into the dust," he observed as ae

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A Fox Hunt. Spoiled by a Locomotive. Portland Argus.

Early in the morning of the 23d ult. a valuable hound owned by Samuel Ward well, of Oxford, struck the hot trail of a fox. Mr. Wardwell recently refused to take $100 for this hound. Toward noon, after a long, hard and hound were along the rail-

the fox running

chase seen road track near Mount Rocky church. The rumble of a coming train was heard. As soon as the locomotive swung around the curve the fox seemed to give out. "The poor fox," said the engineer, could hardly drag one leg after the other. It staggered along a few yards and then fell all in a heap, quivering as if in the agonies of death. Roused to one last djsparing effort by the nearing cries of the hound, it rose to its feet, staggered wildly, and fell in a heap right in front of the engine. The dog was about to grab it, when suddenly the fox gave a tremendous leap, passing over one corner of the cowcatcher and out of danger. The unwary hound was caught and ground to death between the wheels of the on-rushing train." "That darned fox," added the fireman, "actually looked around and grinned as the tiain passed over the dog" The First Recorded Performance. English illustrated Magazine.

On the Grand day, then, of Febru ary 2d, 1602, the Feast of the Purification, a play was represented after the usual .custom, by professional actors. Mr. John Manningham had borne his share of the duties required from young gentlemen under bar. He had helped to carry the bread and meat to the high table he had danced in the measure, and joined in the chorus, and offered the spiced wine to the judges. But he had also enjoyed the treat of a theatrical performance by real professionals, and this is what he saw: "February 2,1602. At our feast we had a play called Twelve Night or What you Will: much like the Comedy of Errors, or Mentechm in Hautus, but most like and neare to that in Italian called XngannL A good practice in it to make the steward believe his lady-widdowe was in love with him, by counterfeiting a letter as from his lady in general terms, telling him what she liked best in him, and prescribing his gesture in smiling his apparaille, etc., and then, making him «rmuT"

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when he came to Miwtbqr toWaa4

centre, and you're the

oniy man that

ever has. All the rest

say it's 'cause I kin do more

loafin' and drinkin' than any man in the state of Alabama. Stranger, writ them words down fur me. I'll git the hang of 'qm in about an hour, and then I'll go home an gin my fam ly to understand that they've gotta buckle right down to economy or hunt fur other diggins! Let's destroy about three fingers of the juice!''

SUPPORTING THE STAGE.

Pittsburg Chronicle.

There was a great jangle of bells at the Palace door. "Great Scotland! Alexandragaviski, go down, dear, and see who's there," said the Czar.

When the lady returned she stated that there were 200 men with long hair and unclean linen standing on the front steps, and each one had a roll ot manuscript under his arm.

The czar uttered a heavy groan. "This comes from giving that pension of $1,500 per annum to that dramatist Ostrofsky. They have heard the news in America, and these are stage door fiends with plays for me to read. Go tell them we are accepting no dramas now unless written by master carpenters and containing the highest talent in dramatic lightning transformation scenes."

GOES LOADED.

Albany Argus.

Retired book agent—"Why. how de do, Jinks? Ho spruce you re looking. What business are you in now

Jinks—"Same old business—selling books." "What! still a book agent?" r. "Yes." "And alive "I seem to be." "Well, I can't understand it. Since I got out of the hospital I have given up books." ,.

I keep on, and making $20,000 a year." "How do you manage to escape death?" "Easy enough. I first introduce myself as an agent of O'Donovan Rossa, and ask for a subscription to the dynamite fund." "People refuse, of course? "Certainly. Then I take out of my socket a can of brick dust, labelled in jig letters 'Dynamite,' and begin to

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expatiate on its merits.' Yes." "They beg me to handle it carefully and put it away. Then I place it in my coat-tail pocket." "Oh! ho!" "After that I open my samples and talk book to them until they buy, and they don't dare kick me."

ACCOMMODATING.

Ob, yas. Dar's de pile and yander de axe. Jes he'p yeee'f." The tramp, after chopping for about half hour, went to the old negro and said: "Well, I'm done-" "Done chopped ez much ez yer wants ter. is yer?" "I've chopped enough, I think "Uh huh, but doan' be no ways back'ard 'bout it. Jes he'p yesse'f an' reColleck' dat when yer wants ter limber up yer j'ints, here's the place whar yer ken fin' 'commodation." "But I want something to eat. That's why I chopped the wood." "Yer didn't say nuthin' 'bout dat. Said yer wanted ter chop wood. I ken go out any time an' git somebody ter eat Good day, sah. Recollect' dar's alius a axe heah at yer

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THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, APRIL

Faeetiou Ex

A Bachelor's Grovl-VlMt Ailed Him— Belonged on Both Side* Sliyt-Dow Fiends—Otber Nugget* tram Many

nines

Saratoga plump into the pit of the stomach of a stoat old gentleman standing on the platform.

Bat the injured party rose with a gay air and laughed oat: "Not much, yer lop-eared idiot. I ve jast got outside cf a beafsteak in that resteraunt, and I'm solider'n the sides

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hnnterwhowandera

Pittsburg is full of raftsmen and the raftsmen are inclined to be full of whisky. They make their money on the Allegheny and spend it on old Monongahela. That's what they're rafter.

A young lady received the following note, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers: "Dear I send you by the boy a bocket of flours.

coroner,

Arkansas Traveler. A travel-stained tramp called at the house of an old negro. "Have you got some wood I can chop?"

:sposal,sah.

ON* WAT OUT WEST.

Cincinnati Merchant Traveller. "Bo poor Bill Stubbs is dead," said a Louisville man on the train the other day. •Yes, I understood BO. Where did lappen?" 'In Cincinnati." 'Did you learn any of the particulars?" "Nothing, except that he died natural death." "Is that so? Why, I fas told that be was knocked down on the street and had the life beaten oat of him." "Well, that's what they call a natura death in Cincinnati now."

DTON-CLAB.

Svansvflle Aigas.

"Great Scott, I've killed bim! yelled

"Great Scott, I've killed bim! yelled being tort by their huddling I tb* l»w|i wn—tiir as

iw bwfed

This iz

like my luv for u. The nite shade menes kepe dark. Rosis red and posis pail, my lhv for shall never fale." "How do you like the squash pie, Alfred?" asked a young wife of her husband a few days after marriage. "Well, it is pretty good, but"— "But what? I suppose you started to say that it isn't as good as that which your mother makes." "Well, yes, I dia in tend to say that, but"— "Well, Alfred, your mother made that very pie and sent it to me." A MISSIONARY ADVENTURE.

How the BUT. Mr. Collins Inaugurated a Religious Revival on the Pecos. New York Life.

The Rev. Mr. Jeremiah S. Collins was for along time a permanent resident of Sandusky, Ohio. One year ago he became possessed of the idea that he had a call to Texas, where he could cheerfully combine soul-saving with the culture of cattle in that blooming section of the boundless West known as Pecos.

The Rev. Mr. Collins started for Texas with a trunk full of Bibles, a heart full of hope and a bootleg full of pistols, whose maker believed in a light frolicsome snapper. After seven days' journey by rail and four by stage he arrived at Blizzard, a small settlement ntuated where the Pecos ran swiftest, the cattle were wildest, the whisky cheapest and most effective, and the moral character of the cowboy most thoroughly Texan. On the night of Mr. Collins', arrival, the hotel was enlivened by a game of draw-poker wherein one gentleman held four aces, the other a revolver, and the coroner an

An hour later, after refresh

A IOT^ O«OR MFROOII under the mistaken idea that it is

ssiKssin-

tii&t frontier beverage ^in whoso dis nxrh and then it is &s likelv to tillment the tarantula is supposed to O AB on play a prominent part, the multitude on a milkmaids fog.as on swarmed out to amuse itself with^a ®un-tq^ethe ^eh believe it, and moonlight lynching. The fllowig

the room, and the reverend gentleman

fancied he could W the bucksh0t whispering together and discussing the

personal reflections iJ: you plewe.

sothey

dertook8togeUnysome fine evangelical ?°dh

work. Thedining room of the hotel Uthe pressure at both ends of the^oot was put at his disposal, and a large pewecuy1 satisiiei Iven i4 sfce does butsomfewuat^tless

congregation assembled. intoned a hymn. The congregation listened. He gave out a text. The coroner nudged the marshal, and the coroner winked at the mayor.

Mr. Collins faltered. There was a

Again Mr. Collins faltered. He gave jgagj

out another hymn and sang it him-

t0"ButrS

The coroner looked puzzled. "What is it, then?" he asked. "What d'ye do, anywayh" "I pray—preach—teach the gospel,' meekly replied Mr. Collins. "How much are the chips?" queried the

feeling in his hip pocket.

"I fail to see what vou mean," said Mr. Collins, in desperation. The coroner shook his head and walked slowly down the aisle. One by one the boys filed out after him. There- was a long consultation with closed doors in the saloon. Then a boy brought Mr. Collins the following note. "DBER SIR—The kummittee uv publik morils hez dropped on your little game. Thar is a good trail over the bill and a good larryut in the hands uv the kummittee. All flesh are grass."

Mr. Collins has returned to Sandusky. Dr. Sbapira's Suicide. London Globe.

Dr. Shapira, whose name will be remembered in connection with the offering for

Bale

in England of an al

leged manuscript of a portion of the Old Testament, has committed suicide in Rotterdam. After the complete ex poeure of the attempted fraud, he went to live in Holland, and took a room in Rotterdam about a fortnight since. The attendants having noticed some days ago tbat Dr. Shapira did not make his appearance, the door of his room was forced open by the police, and his dead bodv found lying on the floor, beside it being a six-chambered revolver, a shot from which had penetrated his brain. In the room were discovered several cards bearing the addresses of booksellers and antiquarian agents in London and Jerusalem, and in a trunk were several EngliBh and Hebrew manuscripts, pamphlets, etc. One letter was found giving unmistakable evidence of mental derangement. The unfortunate man's conduct had been very strange for some time, and the Schiedam police arrested him recently on suspicion of insanity. Shapira was a naturalized German, and had his home in Jerusalem, where his wife and child are living.

Following His Instructions. "I can't pay tbat bill just now you will have to wait a little for the money." 'All right, sir," cheerfully responded the boy, as he seated himself and unfolded a copy of the Police Gazette. "Them's the orders of the boss." "What are. the orders of the boss?1 demanded the gentleman, sternly. 'Tm to wait tor the money."

Coyotes entered a corral near Ya kirns, Washington territory, and killed three ahe«p, about a hundred more being lost by their huddling together

fright MdbtinfMKrtbswdj

U84.

HIGH INSTEPS.

Tortures Which Ikitimbi* Young TL»dluEndon for Them—A Shoe Dealer Telia Some Amusing Incidents in His

Bnsineu—How He Lost Good Customer—Brond Shoe! nnd Bunions—The

Styles nnd the Latest Agony

of a iron-plated gunboat Sling along Post-Dispatch. yer Saratogies s» long as yer aims '"I would like to see the proprietor, straight fur that thirty-five cent lunch pjgggg g&id

yer can'thurt my feehns! dressed young lady, as she entered a xi. jLACtHLTS* iiAmniiaM well known shoe store on Broadway intoBtSk.

lender, fashionably

yesterday and gracefully settled

It is unnecessary to tell a corpse to herself in a chair. The mdiyidnal keep a stiff upper lip. wanted gave a horned twist to his So Edsyi was situated at the North fine whiskers and in a moment more Pole! Oh, yes and our first parents had a plump little foot nestling in his used the pole to knock the apples off

open

that tree. ments of conversation, a girl's rippling JtoSSf SSS ta«b. On. -IMIr ft. foot about heavy coffee, but we have seen withdrawn. An angry exclamation a good many heavy bread failures. fiorn feminine lips floated down the

A Maine girl, since her return from room, and in an instant the pretty the "academy" has shingled the tern,

the old man hair, and the seat of her little brother's trousers. Some young ®f ^8

fellow ought to pay her board. "Did Charlie kiss you on the steps ?'1 "No, mamma." What was that noise I heard?" "He slipped twice going off the steps." "Yes, I thought it was two of his slips," Baid the old lady.

There were a few mo-

foot owner Qf

it whisked out

door and

disappeared.

"What was the matter?" asked Post-Dispatch reporter, as the proprietor returned with only apiece of a dish in his hand and a flush on his face to show that he had recently held a dainty boot. "Oh, nothing, but the old story. She came in with her shoes breaking out in the back, and claimed that all my wear acted the same way. I felt of her big toe, and found it was bent clear out of shape and mildly suggested her gaiters were too short and were forcing her foot back, intimating that a size larger would remedy the matter. With that she grabbed her skirts and bounced out of the cbair, saying, 'I've always worn 2£'s, and you must think I'm crazy to wear any larger size now.' We have dozens of those cases every day, and the boys generally manage to get safely through by selling a size larger without letting the ladies know, and it is then that salesmanship comes in but I lost my presence of mind just now, the first tame in a long while. But after all, it isn't the ladies who are the hardest to suit. A man wearing anything under sixes is the most finical, fastidious customer of them all. Only yesterday, a spruc6, dapper little gentleman came bobbing in, and after trying on a pair said: "I can wear fours easy enough, but I guess I'll take fives for comfort,' and he went out with the shoes squeezing the very deuce out of his feet. The whole trouble lies in the fact that people think their bunions and other like ailments are caused by narrow shoes, whereas iu nine cases out of ten* the width has nothing to do with them whatever, and the pain and agany can be directly traced to the insufficient length. Put your bare foot on the floor and then press firmly against the end of the big toe and_ it will be turned to one side, throwing the joint out and making it stiff and tight. Put a short shoe on the foot and keep the toe pressed in that position, ana no matter if it is two or thiee sizes too large, there'll be a bunion on that joint in no time." "Well, why in the world do people wear these short shoes then?" "The" ladies have one reason, the gentlemen another. The former always delight in a high instep, and it will be a cold day with the mercury out of sight when you find a woman that doesn't think Bhe has as high an instep as her neighbor. They labor

get a high-heeled short shoe,

when

the/

have to 8Uflfer

enda ofKCt

pa}n with every step

she takes. Then, again, plumpness in the foot is a thing desired by every woman, and, though she may be six feet high and slim as a dude's salary, she understands that a man general

And so I've come to make up my mind that for ease and comfort, a person, woman or man, should always wear shoes a size or a size and a half larger than the foot. It's pretty hard to make 'em believe it, though."

What will be the style this year?" "In men's wear the London toe is the great thing, being broader than the toothpick and having something of its style. The boyB all seem to be taking kindly to it. The old box toe' has gone out of style I guess forever, although it was the best shoe for keeping feet sound that was ever ii tne market, because everybody that got a size larger, and so all the evils from short shoes I have spoken of were avoided. The London toe was pretty popular some years ago,but hasn't been worn for a long time. In ladies' wear the high French heel has gone out and this year heels will be a half lower,the vamp will be altogether longer, and the toe broader. So yon see the ladies are getting more sensible and coming back to comfort Ready-made shoes are rapidly taking the plape of ordered shoes with the ladies, more than with men. I suppose because they are generally more nobby and strike them more favorably, as displayed in the pretty front windows. This year the ladjPs are beginning to understand that afoot looks prettier incased in plain black kid very naturally there will be a total discarding of seal and otherwise colored tops. In flippers also plainness is going to prevail, and the reason is so plain that it will be of great interest to the gentlemen. You see the flashy and highly ornamented hose are going to enwrap feminine ankles this year, and the girls to show the pretty colors, must wear plain, simple, low slip pers.

MoMf-WaUng Cce ur-D" A MUes City (Mont) Letter.

A Heleda man left that plaoe for the C5ceur d'Alene a few week• ago. He carried with him a ten-gall?n keg

way to the mines on his .back In this venture ne invested his little all. But his enterprise was crowned with the success which some of the free spirits at the mines evidently believed it deserved, for he is said to have made $1,000 and to be preparing to return to the mines with a large quantity of whisky, purchased with tne profits of his first investment I have sisen $S0 a quart paid for vile staff that I wouldn't drink for $30 a

There is nothing out here like gill, the

JLU5UD

man beyond the reach of want, and finally land him among the millionaires.

A couple of interesting Swedes have developed a new transportation scheme which is nearly as profitable as whisky for the present. They have a number of dogB which they brought from Sweden and have started a dog train from

Trout Creek to Eagle City, by which articles are transported at prices which even for anew mining country may be characterized as "fiendish." But their rates are submitted to without a murmur and they are fast becoming rich. COCK-FIGHTINU IN A PARLTOR.

How Some Harlem Gentlemen In Full Dress Handled Fighting Birds. New York "World.

About twenty gentlemen assembled in a parlor in Harlem yesterday and witnessed a couple of shake-bag cock fights. The battles were not worth more than a passing notice, but the circumstances attending the main deserve special mention. Invitations to the affair had been issued by the owners of the house for an afternoon "tea," and the guests appeared in full dress. That they were aware of the nature of the tea was apparent as the sum total of their conversation was, "I'll lay even that the ginger-red wins," or "I'll take 5 to 4 on the black red."

It was nearly 4 o'clock before the host announced that a pit had been constructed in his back parlor, prefixing his remarks by assuring his friends that his wife was absent on a visit to her mother. Then his friends drank success to his wife and her ma in champagne.

The first pair were a ginger red weighing 5 pounds 12 ounces and a black-red weighing 5 pounds 10 ounces. Two gentleman in full dress handled the birds. At the end of 25 minutes the ginger was declared the victor. The second battle was between a black dominick weighing 5 pounds 6 ounces and a brown-red ot tne same weight. The dominick died at the end of two minutes. Although there were but $50 as amain stake to each battle, much money changed hands on the results. After the fights the pit was torn down and a "tea" and musical entertainment followed.

MISS TERRY AND HER DOG,

She Leaves a Hotel Where They Won't Allow Her to Take a Pet Dog to Her Boom. New York Special.

Henry Irving and Miss Terry are playing in Brooklyn this week. Mr. Irving and the rest of the company, except Miss Terry, engaged rooms in this city, but Miss Terry, wishing to be near the theater, went to the Pierrepont house, Brooklyn, on Montague street, an aristocratic quarter. On Monday night, after the performance, she went to the hotel, taking with her a pet black and white dog, which has attended her during her ttip in this country.

The hotel clerk informed her that the dog would be eared for by the porter, but Miss Terry insisted that she should take it to her room. A telegram was sent to the hotel proprietor, then stopping at Fortress Monroe, anting whether an exception to the rule should be made in her favor, and he promptly responded that the dog coul.l not be allowed up stairs. Miss x«ii ,uu xutwuay mornmpr,TBo« 8»v4 up the three rooms which she had engaged for a week and joined the rest of the company in this city, where her dog is allowed to be her room-mate without question.

Heine's

'reading of iointe a gen-

8tion 0 8Uperfluous

v88 °nf fhe her pedal extremities. Such a process

He bethought him of the decalogue. 'plumping' requires great endurThe first two commandments were P, what won't listened to in silence Then nprese Uil The Judge Berry, who had one eye and a suffer nearly as much as the private graveyard• "M«-ter ColUns ^Vx.Ind llT because you can't said he, slowly and impressively, no

adipose at

ha,f of them They

try Qn a flhoe) and i{ there is the

loose leather they begin to

raye around an(j me

self. The coroner approached on p- grangers, never stopping to think

said Mr. Collins. "Where's the lay-out?" asked the coroner again. "I do not comprehend you, said Mr. Collins. "Faro—rooge etnore—bunco—chuck-a-luck—what is it!" asked the coroner. "My friend, I—we—there is some mistake," said Mr. Collins. "P'raps it's policy," Baid the coroner. "What policy asked Mr. Collins.

mfn1ster "ho gospel," that after they have walked a short

if take them

distance all the veins become full of blood, and the extension causes a very sensible increase in the size of the foot. Generally such men buy very expensive shoes, and when, after wearing them a while, they find their toes have been forced by the body's weight against the shoe leather they prefer to stand the misery rather than again deplete their pocketbook. But not one in ten ever complains of the length it is always 'O give me a broader shoe,' which goes to prove what I just now said about the ladies' shoes, that pressure at the end of the foot always causes in time bunions, etc. A middle-aged man came to me a year ago and, sitting down in hopeless despair, said: 'There's no use in trying nothing will ease this pain. I must give up wplking if this isn't stopped. Give me one of voir broadest shoes for a last trial.' felt his foot, and, just as I expected, the toe had beeu pressed backward by a shoe that was a size too short, and two or three too wide. I put a shoe on him longer and narrower, and though at first the pain was so great as to force out tears, he came around in a week with his trouble disappearing, and today he is all right One of the handsomest men in St. Louis is robbed of nearly all his good looks when one sees "his large, powerful frame hobbling around on his contracted feet, crippled by murderous shoe dealers.

t#-"W

Etrst Interview "With Goethe.

The Gegen wart. The letter with which Heine introduced himself to Goethe at Weimer is dated October 1, 1824, and runs as follows: "I ask your excellency to make me happy by allowing me to stand before you for a few moments. I will not trouble you. I will only kiss your hand and go. My name is H. Heiner I come from the Rhine, have for some time lived at Gottingen, and before that at Berlin, where I learned to know and love some of your old acquaintances and admirers. I, too, am a poet, and three years ago took the liberty of sending you my 'Poems,' and a year later my 'Tragedies With a Lyrical Intermeezzo.' Besides this, I am ill, and three weeks ago I went for a trip to the ^Harz, where I was seized by the longing to make a pilgrimage to Weimas in order to worship Goethe. And 1 have, in the true sense of the word, made the pilgrimage—namely, on foot and in wornout clothes—and await now the answer to my request, remaining, with enthusiasm and devotion, yours, H. Heine." It is said that Goetfie was not too kind to Heine. According to an anecdote, he asked the young poet: "What is your occupation at present?" To which, Heine answered: "1 am writing a Faust" "Have you any further business at Weimar?" was the next question. "No, your excellency/' said Heine "my business at Weimar is done after crossing your threshold.''

Osman Digma's Career.

Suaklm Letter to London Times. Osman Digma was originally a broker and trader, and principally a slave trader, in Suakim and Jeddah, where he received a

Bevere

financial blow

when, some six years

ago,

a British

cruiser captured two slave dhows, full of victims, on the way to Jeddah. Osman Digma's trade then fell from bad to worse, his house property in Suakim was all mortgaged and be 1/ecame hopelessly invol ved. Being of no great distinction by birth, his selection by the Mahdi to lead a religious rebellion is attributed to the accident that Osman Digma, in one of bis incursions far south for slaves, met the Mahei, who formed a high estimate of his ability and of his influence, acquired through successful trading.

Whether the Brooklyn Eagle would disturb the laboriously arranged tables of the life insurance companies we can not say nevertheless it is moved to remark, "If it be true, as the physiologists tell us, that the normal life of every animal is five times the time it takes in coming to maturity, then if a man comes to maturity at twenty he ought to live to a hundred as a rule, not as an exception. But many physiologists insist that man is not complete in the full panoply of his bodily strength till he is thirty. If so, his normal age should be one hundred and fifty.'7

Mr. Barnum some time ago sneered at the newspapers which insisted that his "sacred elephant" was not white but they proved too many for him. Now he invites an inspection of the brcte by scientific and literary men, and ingeniously advertises that he "shall by this exhibition dispel forever tbe universal illusion, prevailing for ages, that tbe sacred elephant ever was literally white." There is no doubt about it that Mr. Baranm is the greatest showman on earth.

General Simon Cameron is home from his trip around tbe country, and much Improved in health. The young fellows who Have been thinking of running for prejjJd«?t aye f- little un

TAKEN FROM JAIL TO WED.

A Priest Relates to Marry Kelly to Bis Dying Sweetbeert—Hannah Collins the Victim ot Malpractice, Dying In

Jersey City—Her Lover and Two Women in Tnls City Arrested for the Crime. New York Sun. V-

Chief of Police Murphy, of Jersey City, and two central office detectives

obtained information yesterday that

sale of something to drink to put a led to the arrest ofa woman. Dr. Walter Rea notified the chief that he had been attending a young woman at the

Philadelphia hotel on Montgomery

street, who said she was suffering from malpractice. She told him her name was Hannah Collins, that she was 26 yeareold.and that she had until her illness lived with her parents at 1S8 Morgan street. For some years, Bhe said, she had been intimate with a young man named James Kelly, who is employed as a bartender in Grove street. During an illness at that time she was an inmate of the house of Mrs. Mary S. Starke, a midwife and the keeper of a baby farm at 27 Clarke street in this city.

On the 18th of this month she went, at Kelly's suggestion, to Mrs. Starke's establishment again. The doctor thought she was dying. "When I received this information," said Chief Murphy last night, "I at once directed Capt. Farrier of the First precinct to arrest Kelly. After the prisoner was in custody, the Captain, County Physician Converse, and I went to the hotel, and, as it was clear that the girl was at the point of death, we took her ante-mortem statement at once. "She said, in addition to what she had told Dr. Rae, that after Mrs. Starke had performed the operation she WM taken very sick. While she was still in the house, Kelly called and saw her. After two or three hours she felt well enough to go to Jersey City and she took a room at the Philadelphia hotel. Kelly paid her board, representing that she was his Bister, "Capt Farrier and I went to the New York police headquarters and Detectives Ruland and Haley were detailed to assist us. We went before Justice Gorman in Jefferson Market and got a warrant for the arrest of Mrs. Starke. The house was an old-fash-ioned two-story and basement brick building. The blinds were all closed. A swinging sign over the door bore the words, 'Madame Starke, mid wife.' "A woman about 65 years of age, who answered our ring, said she was Mrs. Starke. She did not seem surprised but invited us into her parlor, and told us she was at our service. She is a German, and speaks English very' imperfectly. She at first denied any knowledge of any one in Jersey City but, when we read the warrant to her, she said she remembered a girl named Hanna CollinB, who gave birth to a child in her house a year ago, but whom she had not seen since. "In the back parlor we found in a closet many instruments used by the woman in her avocation. There were two or more beds in every room. In one room we found a two-weeks-old child in the bed. 'Who takes care of this child 1 asked Mrs. Starke. 'Oh, dat's all right,' Bhe answered. "'But where's the child's mother?' 'Oh, she's out,' was the reply. "Miss Collins, in her statement, implicated a colored servant named Hannah Holden. We found Hannah

Late last night Kelly was taken to the hotel, but the priest refused to marry them. Miss Collins was very low. and was hardly expected to live until morning. Mrs. Starke and her servant will be arraigned in Jefferson Market this afternoon.

Romance of a Husbandman. Edwin T. Hall In the Yale Record. Now when the autumn was come, it was so that the land of New-Ha-ven and the country round about abounded with much fruit, so that the sound of the cider press ceased not from morning even unto the night.

In the morning the husbandman arose and Baid: "Go to apples are not worth much, but so much as they will fetch I will have." And he loaded up his wagon and filled its bed even to overflowing with bell-flowers and seek-no-furthers and spitzenburgs and snow-apples and russets, each alter his kind.

And when he was come nigh to the town, lo, three town boyB met him and spoke unto him delicately and said: "Give us a n'apple?"

And his heart was moved with good nature and he hearkened unto their words and said unto them: "Yea, climb in and eat your fill."

And as he journeyed on he met two other boys, and they waxed bold when they saw the first three riding and eating apples, and they cried aloud. "Give us an apple?" And the man spake unto them and said "Yes," and they dome in.

And they spake not one to another, neither did they cease to eat apples, 8ave when they paused that they might take breath.

And the husbandman made merry and laughed within himself to see them eat, and he said, "Ho, ho, ho, ho."

But tbe lads laughed not, for they were busy. Now, the eldest of the boys was thirteen vears old, and the youngest thereof was in his ninth year, and they were ex eedingly lean and illfavored.

And when the husbandman was entered into the city he firove along tbe streets and lifted up bis voice and shouted aloud, "Ap-pulls! ap-pulls! Here's yer nigbs eatin nappies! Appnlls! ap-pulls!"

And the women of the city leaned over the fences and said, one to another "Lo, another apple wagon.'

And they

Bpake

unto the man and

said: "Hast thou a verity good eatunapples?" And he said: "Of a verity I have, come forth."

And when they were come forth they looked into his wagon, and they were wroth, and cried outagainBt him, and they said: "Thou hast mocked us, and thou bast deceived thine bandmaidens with the words of thy mouth. Verilv thou hast naught. Wherefore, then,"dost thou drive through the city erring appulls?"

And when he had turned him and looked, he was speechless. And the women ot the city cried: "Go to, are not thy words altogether lighter than vanity?"

And he smote upon his breast and unto them, saying: I am the son of a truthful man when thy servant left home this morning there was even thirty-seven bushels of apples in the wagon bed."

Now there was the wagon naught save five boys. And tbe husbandman necked the lads, and entreated them roughly, for, he said: "Ye have caat my apples-into the street." .A

But the lads wept bitterly, and said: "Nay, not so are thy seivants pigs that ibey should do such a thing?''

And he stud: "Declare unfo. me then what thou hast done with ifiy

apples." And the lad* pointed at each other, ievenjMb «w hji fellow, »ad tfcsy

wept and they exclaimed with ocl cord: "He eat'em." And the husbandman was whth would not believe them for he not that the town boy was holltfw1 into the ground.

But the women of the city cried] to him and Baid: "How far it the 1 have ridden with thee?" And I said: "Even as far as a milfTi halt"

And the woman laughed and m| merry, and said: "Of a surety so as the lads heve said. They *aten up all the apples."

And they made light of it as thou it had been a very small thing fori Uds to do. ~t

And the husbandman marvel| greatly within himself, for the lads did not fill one small end of wagon. And it was ao that it was yond his finding out where the thirl seven bushels of apples had" Btor themselves.

So, he turned him about and drove home, and he commanded lads that they follow him not

And they hooted at him and stones after him, even uirfb the ci| intes, for such is the custom of town boy.

But the husbandman spake not onl them, neither reproved ne them, fi his mind was heavy with thinking this wonder he had seen.

the house and tOGk her and her mistress to Jefferson market, where they were both committed. Then we brought them over to Jersey City in order to have them identified. Miss Collins identified them both, and I then turned Hannah and Mrs. Starke over to the New York'officers. "Later in Jh£ evepino Kftllv sent foniAunn eoiii iitiohnH girl. I asked him whom he would like to have perform the ceremony. He said Father McQuade, of St. Peters church. I told him that I had no objection, and I sent him around with Detective Pearson to the priest 8 house."

IN A CHICKEN'S CROP.

Finding the Lost Screw of the

Blnnac

Lamp—A Story of the Sea.

Speaking of chickens picking up la swallowing diamonds, "chispaa" gold and other bright bits of stone metal, has reminded Judge •-—, of thj city, says the Virginia City (Nev.) En terprise, of an experience with th| chicken at sea.

In June, I860, he made £he tripfror Mazatlan to San Francisco on th{ French bark Surprise. One day, whe about half way up tbe coast, the ste' ard had out the binnacle lamp and wsi engaged iu cleaning and polishing thai bit of nautical apparatus. He had ii on the deck, had taken it all apart, and had the debris, wreckage, or what' ever you would call it whe) at sea, scattered all about The vessel was rolling slightly, and as it rolled it caused a brass screw about half an inch in length to travel down the dech. Some chickens were loitering about, and the flash of the screw caught the eye of an old hen. She dashed at the bit of brass and in a moment it was in her crop.

The judge saw the transaction, and inwardly chuckled, as he knew there would soon be Davy Jones to pay about that screw. When tbe steward had polished up the lamp and was putting it together again he missed a particular ana important screw. After searching for the

Bcrew

for some min

utes in vain the steward spoke of his loss to some of the sailors. They joined in the search, but no screw could be found. Soon the attention of the captain was attracted to the group of searchers, and the steward was obliged to tell him of his loss.

The skipper flew into a rage at once, and used much profane language in connection with the frequent reference he felt called upon to make to the steward's eyes. The poor steward was on the point of taking a short ride on the toe of the captain's boot, when the judge thought it time to appear upon the scene. He told the captain if he wanted the screw it could be found with but little trouble. He had only to order one of the men to catch an old black hen that he pointed out, cut off her head, open her crop, and the screw would be found.

At this the sailors gazed upon the judge as though they thought him some practitioner of the black art, and the steward gave him an appealing look, as much as to beg him not' to join sides with his persecutor.

The cantain had the fowl caught at

Sailors and all aboard were astounded, and even the captain changed color. The face of the steward showd a queer mixture of delight and awe.

After that bit of legerdemain the steward could find nothingj^good enough for the Judge, and wnwi the wind failed he heard hints among the sailors that they might have a ten-knot breeze any time they wanted it, provided a certain person aboard should see fit to give it them.

De Iiessep's Babies,

Paris Letter to London Truth. The juvenile Lesseps were brought forward on Sunday to make a collection at the Gymnase Paz, with the children of some wealthy bourgeois. All the brothers and sisters, save the infant "Jack," attended. They were not present while their father and other eminent Frenchmen were making orations on the platform, but were amusing themselves behind the scenes, and entered juBt £t the mo-. ment arranged by the organizers of the fete. Stewards took them round. They were, as usual, in broad-brimmed plain bats and dark blue dresses that hardly covered them, but blooming with health and bright with nnimal spirits. I pitied the other children, whose dresses were cumbersome from over-trimming, and whose movements were awkward and constrained. The venerable excavator of canals walked to the edge oi the platform with a springy step, stood when Bpeaking made jokes, was freroTy^6 anecdotic, and gave the rein to gen-ft" erous indignation when taking the part of the Sisters of Charity who have, been expelled from the Paris hospitals. ..j

The Mind Cure in Boston. Boston's latest craze is the "mind cure," and there are now three women who pose before large and fash-

ionable audiences there as eradicators, of dir-ease and sickness through the influence of tbe brain. The theory of this metaphysical cure is that there is realty no such thing as disease that it iaa delusion a warped and unbalanced mental condition. Something of this power is more oriees universal. A wealthy lady in Boston, who is endowed with one of the most noble, generOUB and hopeful of natures, believes that she can exercise this influence. Her experience, as she relates it,-is. that the little son of her laundress had epileptic fits that the put her hands on the boy, talked to him long and and kindly, and said: "Now yon are not going to have any more of these you must believe in me and I will cure you." The attacks diminished, onlv one or two appearing after that, and for weeks the child Has been entirely free from them. Themind curers claim that an invalid orsufferer from any cause, could cure himself were he sufficiently strong mentally.

A writer in the Birmingham (Eng.) Post says of Rugby school in Tennessee: "The aim of the company is to establish for the southern and central, states of the Union a public school modeled on our Rugby and other En* glish public schools. There are to be three Rugbcians on the council. Our English Ragby has trained generations of men, honorable, manly and mtelligent, who have won positions of responsibility and have acquitted themselves as men. I know we shall all, be disposed tJ wish heartily well to the new Rugby on the other side of the -q Atlantic, and shall rejoice to know*'. that it, too, is shaping and moulding the character of men for worthy achievement." 1

When a Bostonian takes a walk into j" the country in tbe opening spring and hears an early bird sing, he hurries-: back to town and to a newspaper office I to herald the good news. We believethat the average Cincinnatian is not readily moved by a bird song. It takes the capture of a two-pound fish or a sightfat a six-foot black snake to fill his soul with excitement and send fiving heme wi-h a won^ft|fnl t^W