Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 November 1884 — Page 4

GLEANED IN POETIC FIELDS.

To Maggie Mitchell. k,

Chicago News. My grandsire, yean and yean ago, In round old English need to praise

Sweet Haggle Mitchell's pretty trays And her lair face that charmed him so.

Her tonefal roice and early hair, Her coqnetry and subtle art A Ensnared my gnmdsire's willing heart, And ever reigned supremely there.

In time my father felt the force -T Of cunning Maggie Mitchell's smiles, And, dazzled by her thousand wiles, He sang her glories, too, of oourse. j-v. /Quite natural, then, it was that I— KP

Of such a sire and grandaire, too— When this dear sprite first met my view, Should learn to rhapsodise and sigh.

And now my boy—of tender age— Indites a sonnet to the curl Of this most fascinating girl That ever romped the mimic stage!

O, prototype of girlhood truth, Of girlhood glee and girlhood prank, By what good fortune hast thou drank The waters of eternal youth?

Necessity.

Ibcessity, whom long I deemed my foe, Thou oold, unsmiling and dame, Now I no longer se*thy face, I know

Thou wert my friend, beyond reproach or blame.

My best achievements, and the fairest Sights Of my winged fancy, were inspired by thee, Thy stern voioe spurred me to the mountain heighto,

Thy importanings bade me do and be.

length

Bai for thy lash, which would not let me tire, I never would have measured my own strength.

But for thine oftimes merciless control Upon my life that nerved me past despair, I never should have dag deep in my soul

And found the mine of treasures hidden there.

And though we walk divided pathways now, And I no more may see thee, to the end, I weave this little ohaplet for thy brow,

Thus other hearts may know, and hail thee Mend. —[Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Reveille.

The golden gates of morn are wide On every blade the dews are bright The azure veil is drawn to hide

The awful glories of the night The roses each to each have told, Another sun will soon be seen And fehall not I my light behold?

Make day for me—come forth, my Queen,

The tale the river told all night Has taken now a gladder strain The flowers, as easier for thy eight,

With odors seek thy window-pans The Jasmine tells thee, Light is come, And waves aoross the lattioe-screen And shall thy voioebe longer dumb?

Make music for my heart, my Queen.

In shade as yet, the eastern hill Stands sharp against the yellow sky, The purple woods are sleeping still,

And white mists in the valley lie But westward elopes are all awake With change and play of softer green O Love, my summer morning make, 'Tie time for day—shine forth, my Quese. —[William Waterfield.

"ISAYN0:'1

Gr, THE LOVE LETTER ANSWERED. I Plied

By WILKIH COLLINS.

j9O0M TME FIItST-A SCXOOL.

CHAPTER IV.

MISS LADD'S DRAWING MASTEK. Francine was awakened the nextj morning by one of the house maids, bringing up her breakfast on a tray. Astonished at this concession to lazi-. ness, in an institution devoted to the practice of all the virtues, she looked round. The bedroom was deserted. "The other young ladies are as busy as bees, miss," the housemaid explained. "They were up and dressed four hours ago and the breakfast has been cleared away long since. It is Miss Emily's fault. She wouldn't allow them to wake you she said you could be of no possible use down-stairs, and you'd better be treated like a visitor. Miss Cecilia was so distressed

Bides which," said the girl, lowering her voice, and approaching a little nearer to Francine, "we have all been taken by surprise. The first thing in the morning Miss Jethro left us, without saying good-by to anybody." "Who is Miss Jethro?" "The new teacher, miss. We none of us liked her, ana we all susoect there's something wrong. Miss Ladd and the clergyman had a long talk together yesterday (in private, you know),and they sent for

MIBB

which looks bad, doesn't it? Is there anything more I can do for you, miss It's a beautiful day after the rain. If I was you, I should go and enjoy myself in the garden.

Having finished her breakfast, Francine decided on profiting by this sensible suggestion.

The servant who shewed her the way to the garden was not favorably impressed by the new pupil Francine's temper asserted itself a little too plainly in ner face. To a girl possessing a high opinion of her own importance it was not very agreeable to feel herself excluded, as an illiterate atranger, Tram the one absorbing intereat of her schoolfellows. "Will the time ever come," she wondered bitterly, "when I shall win a prize, and sing and How envy me!"

nuou ouau nm a piuic, uiU ind play before all the company? I should enjoy making the girls

Abroad lawn overshadowed at one end by fine old trees—flower beds and shrubberies, and winding paths pretty and invitingly laid out—made the garden a welcome refuge on that fine summer morning. The novelty of the scene, after her experience in the West Indies, the delicious breeies cooled by the nun of the night, exerted their cheering influence even on the •ullen disposition of Francine. She smiled, in spite of herself, as she followed the pleasant paths, and heard the birds singing their summer songs over her head.

Wandering among the trees, which occupied a considerable extent of -X*ronnH'

8he

passed into an open space

weyond, and discovered an old fiah-

ty view of a backed by heathy aid vond. A pgildingi

acauatic plants.

7r?t®r Wckled from a dilatv hi the middle. On the

farther, side of the pond the around sloped downward toward the south »nd revealed, over a low paling, a preV ana ita church, i. mounting the je of hills be'

Bttle wooded the form

Francine hancfed his sketch to him through the window, doubtful whether the words he had addressed to her were spoken in jest or earnest. "I only presumed to touch your drawing, she said, "because it danger." "What danger?" he inquired.

Francine pointed to the pond. "If I had not been in time to pick it up, it would have blown into the water.

a*rwi-

of my trumpery experience. This sort of Bmall talk is my form of conceit. Can I be of use to you in some better ir ay 7 Are you looking for one of our young ladies?"

Francine began to feel a certain reluctant interest in him when he spoke of "our young ladies." She asked if he belonged to the school

The corners of his mouth turned up again. "I'm one of the masters," he said. "Are you going to belong to the school, too

Francine bent her head with a gravi ty and condescension intended to keep him at his proper distance. Far from

at your missing your breakfast that she being discouraged, he permitted his spoke to the housekeeper, and I was curiosity to take additional liberties, sent up to you. Please to excuse it if "-Aj*6 yon to have the misfortune of the tea's cold. This is Grand Day, and I

are all topsy-turvy in consewe I uence."

beA?&-0D?

Inquiring what "Grand Day" meant, and why it produced this extraordinary result in a ladies' school, Francine discovered that the first day of the vacation was devoted to the distribution of prises, in the presence of parents, guardians, and friends. An entertainment was added, comprising those merciless tests of human endurance called recitations light refreshments and musical performances being distributed at intervals, to encourage the exhausted audience. The local newspaper sent a I area strange man," she said. reporter to describe the proceedings, "Wrong again, miss. I am only an and some of Miss Ladd's young ladies unhappy man." enjoyed the intoxicating luxury of see- The furrows in his face deepened, ing their names in print. the latent humor died out of bis eyes. "It begins at 3 o'clock," the house- He turned to the summer house winmaid went on, "and, what with prac- dow, and took up a pipe and tobacco ticing and rehearsing, and ornament- pouch, left on the ledge. ing the school room, there's a hubbub "I lost my only friend last year," he fit to make a person's head spin. Be-1 said. "Since the death of my dog, my

of a Swiss cottage was placed so as to to her. command the prospect Near it, in Emily. the shadow of the boil ding, stood a I It is the sad fate of litUe women in rustic chair and table—with a color general to grow too fat, and to be born box on one and a portfolio

take no

Ho was tall and thin and dark. His the opportunity (in the popular phrase) finely shaped, intelligent face—hid- of snubbing Francine. "You have den, as to the lower part of it, by a I guessed wrong I do regret," she curly black beard—would have been I answered. "I have found in Cecilia hard-visaged absolutely handsome, even in the eyes I my dearest friend at school. And of a school-girl, but for the deep fur-1 school brought with it the change in rows that marked it prematurely bp-1 my life which has helped me to bear tween the eye-brows and at the sides I the loss of my father. If you muBt of the mouth. In the same way, an I know what I was thinking of just now, underlying mockery impaired tie at- I was thinking of my aunt. She has traction of his otherwise refined and not answered my last letter, and I am gentle manner. Among his fellow- beginning to be afraid she is ill. If creatures, children and dogs were the you find me in poor spirits, that is the only critics who appreciated his merits, I reason." without discovering the detects which I "I am very sorry," said Francine. "Why You don't know my aunt

Bat for thy breatb, the spark of living fire Within me might have smonlderea out at I lessened the favorable appreciation of him by men and women! He dressed I and you have only known me since neatly, but bis morning coat was yesterday afternoon. Why are you badly made, and his picturesque felt sorry?" hat was too old. In short, there Francine remained silent. Without seemed to be no good quality about I realizing it, she was beginning to feel him which was not perversely associ- the dominant influence that Emily exated with a drawback of some kind. ercised over the weaker natures that

He was one of those harmless and luckless men, possessed of excellent qualities, who fail nevertheless to achieve popularity in their social sphere.

"Do jou think it was worth picking new day.

»SZ2r£L "?W®rd Mm

L^ °»r° wrn^

lart

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a^^Nat-?re^-vK

P^r r!?i0n't

-7'f ?e composedly tore his

int?

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and

BCat"

He looked at her—and sighed, as if I he pitied so young a woman For having a temper so ready to take offense. In his flattest contradictions he al preserved the character of a politely (positive man 'Put in plain words, miss," he re-

have

Offended the predomi

nant sense in your nature—your sense of self-esteem. You don't like to be told, even indirectly, that you know nothing of art. In these days everybody knows everything—and thinks nothing worth knowing, afteT all. But beware or you presume on an appearance of indifference, which is nothing but conceit in disguise. The ruling passion of civilized humanity is con ceit. You may try the regard of your dearest friend in any other way, and be forgiven. Ruffle the smooth surface of your friend's self-esteem, and there will be an unacknowledged coolness between you which will last for life.

P-uPil8?"are."aeked

"I don't know who you "You won't be much wiser when you do know. My name is Alban Morris."

Francine corrected herself. "I mean, I don't know what you teach." Alban Morris pointed to the fragments of his sketch from nature. "I am a bad artist," he said. "Some bad artists become Royal Academicians. Some take to drink. Some get a pension. And some—I am one of them— find refuge in schools. Drawing is an 'extra' at this school. Will you take my advice? Spare your good father's pocket Bay you don't want to learn to draw."

He was so gravely in earnest that Francine burst out laughing. "Yon

pipe is the only companion I have left. Naturally, I am not allowed to enjoy the honest fellow's society in the presence of ladies. They have their own taste in perfumes. Their clothes and their letters reek with the fetid secretion of the musk-deer. The clean vegetable smell of tobacco is unendurable to them. Allow me to retire—and let me thank yon for the trouble you took to save my drawini

The tone of indifference in which he

Jethro— I expressed his gratitude piqued Fran-

cine. She resented it by drawing her own conclusion from what he has said of the ladies and the mask-deer. "I was wrong in admiring your drawing," she said "and wrong again in thinking yon a strange man. Am I wrong, for the third time, in believing that you dislike women?" "I am sorry to say you are right," Alban Morris answered gravely. "Is there not even one exception?"

The instant the words passed her lips, she saw that there was some secretly sensative feeling in him which she had hurt. His black brows gathered into a frown, his piercing eyes looked at her with angry surprise. It was over in a moment He raised his shabby hat, and made her a bow. "There is a sore place still left in me," said he "and you have innocently hit it. Good morning."

Before she could ipeak again, he had turned the corner of the summerhouse, and was lost to view in a shrubbery on the westward side of the grounds.

CHAPTER V.

DISCOVERIES IN THE GARDEN. Left by herself, Miss de Sor turned back again by way of the trees.

So far, her interview with the draw-ing-master had helped to pass the time. Some girls might have found it no easy task to arrive at a true view of the character of Alban Morris. Francine's essentially superficial observation set him down as "a little mad," and left him there, judged and disdismissed to her own entire satisfaction.

Arriving at the lawn, she discovered Emily pacing backward and forward, with her head down and her handa behind her, deep in thought Francine's high opinion of herself would have carried her past any of the other girls, unless they had mad* special a&vaaoss

She stopped, and looked

the I with short legs. Emily a slim, finely-

other. Flattering over the grass, at strung figure spoke for itself as to the the mercy of the capricious breeze, I first of these misfortunes, tuid asserted was a neglected sheet of drawing pa-|its happr freedom from the second, if per. Francine ran round the pond, she only walked across a room. Nature and picked up the paper just as it was I had built her, from head to foot, on a on the point of being tilted into the skeleton scaffolding in perfect proporwater. It contained a sketch in water-1 tion. Tall or short matters little to colors of the village and the woods. I the result, in women, who possess the Francine had looked at the view itself first and foremost advantage of beginwith indifference—the picture of the I ning well in their bones, when thej view interested her. Ordinary visitors I live to old age, they often astonish to galleries of art, which admit stu-1 thoughtless men who walk behind dents, show the Bame strange perversi-1 them in the street. "I give you my ty. The work of the copyist commands honor, she was as easy and upright as their whole attention they

in-1 a young girl and when you got in

terest in the original picture. front of her and looked—white hair, Looking up from the sketch, Fran- and seventy years of a: __ cine was startled. She discovered a I Francine approached Emily, moved man, at the window of the Swiss sum-1 by a rare impulse in her nature—the mer house, watching her. I impulse to be sociable, "You look out "When you have done with that of spirits," she remarked. "Surely you drawing," he said, quietly, "please let don't regret leaving school me have it back again." I In her present mood, Emily took

came in contact with her. To find herself irresistibly attracted by a stranger at anew school—an nnfortun ate little creature, whose destiny was to earn her own living—filled the narrow mind of Miss de Sor with perplexity. Having waited in vain for a reply, Emiiy turned away, and resumed the train of thought which her schoolfellow had interrupted.

By an association of ideas, of which she was not herself aware, she now 3d from thinking of her aunt to thinking of MissJethro. The interview of the previous night had dwelt on her

mind at intervals, in the hours of the

it. j- Acting on instinct rather than on Futtingthat question, he looked first reas0B fhe

had kept

at the sketch tnen at the view which inci]ent in her school life a secret from it represented-then back again at the Lyeryone. No discoveries had been sketch. The corners of his mouth

*that

made

remarkable

by other persons. In speaking

to her staff of teachers, Miss Ladd had

I Eluded to the affair in the most can-

i.. tious terms. "Circumstances of a pri-

vate natare

have obliged the lady to

retire from school. When we meet

tn? window. after the holidays, another teacher will

What a pity, said Francine. be in her place." There, Miss Ladd's .Rejoined her on the ground out- explanation

had

he^sked30 Why is it a Pity? Inquiries addressed to the servants "Such a nice drawing." "It isn't a nice drawing." "You're not very polite, sir."

begun and ended,

had led to no result. Mi=s Jethro luggage was to be forwarded to the London terminuB of the railway—and Miss Jethro herself had baffled investigation by leaving the school on foot. Emily's interest in the lost teacher was not the transitory interest of curiosity her father's mysterious friend was a person whom she honestly desired to see again. Perplexed by the dificulty of finding a means of tracing Miss Jethro, she reached the shady limit of trees, and turned to walk back again. Approaching the place at which she and Francine had met, an idea occurred to her. It was just pos sible that Miss Jethro might not be unknown to her aunt.

Still meditating on the cold reception that she had encountered, and feeling the influence which mastered her in spite of herself, Francine looked up, and saw Emily approaching. The sense of injury, strong as it was, failed to sustain her. For the first time in her life she was ready to forgive. Interpreting Emily's return as an implied expression of regret, she advaneed with a constrained smile, and spoke first. "How are you young ladies getting on in the school room f' she asked, by way of renewing the conversation.

Emily's face assumed a look of surprise which said plainly, Can't you take a hint, and leave me to myself?

Francine was constitutionally impenetrable to reproof of this sort her thick skin was not even tickled. "Why are you not helping them she went on "you, who have the clearest head among us, and take the lead in everything?"

It may be a humiliating confession to make, yet it is surely true, that we are all accessible to flattery. Different tastes appreciate different methods of burning incense—but the perfume is more or lee* agreeable to all varieties of noses. Francine's method had its tranquilizing effect on Emily. She an swered indulgently, "My dear, I have nothing to do with it.'" "Nothing to do with it? No prizes to win before you leave school!" "I Wdn all the prizes, years ago. "But there are recitations. Surely you recite

Harmless words in themselves, pursuing the same course of flattery as before—but with what a different result! Emily's face reddened with anger the moment they were spoken. Having already irritated Alban Morris, unlucky Francine, by a second mischievous interposition of accident, had succeeded in making Emily smart next. "Who has told you?" she burst out "I insist on knowing!" "Nobody has told me anything!" Francine declared piteously. "Nobody has told yen how I have been insulted!" "No, indeed! Oh, my dear, who could insult you f"

In a man, the sense of injury does sometimes submit to the discipline of silence. In a woman—never. Suddenly reminded of

(by the pardonable error ~of a polite schoolfellow), Emily committed the

startling inconsistency of appealing to the sympathies of Francine! "Would you believe it! I have been forbidden to recite—I, the head girl of the school. Oh, not to-day! It hap pened a month ago—when we were all in consultation, making our arrangements. Miss Ladd asked me if I had decided on a piece to recite. I said, 'I have not only decided, I have learnt the piece.' 'And what may it be?' 'The dagger scene in Macbeth.' There WBB a howl—I can call it by no other name—a howl of indignation. A man's soliloquy, and, worse still, a murdering man's soliloquy, recited by one of Miss Ladd's young ladies, before an audience of parents and guardians! That was the tone they took with me. I was as firm as a rock. The dagger .scene or nothing. The result is—nothing! An insult to Shakespeare, and an insult to me. I felt it—I feel it still. I was prepared for any sacrifice in the cause of the drama. If Miss Ladd had met me in a proper spirit, do you know what I would nave done? I would have played Macbeth in costume. Just hear me, and judge for yoarself. I begin with a dreadful vacancy in my eyes, and a hollow moaning in my voice: "Is this a dagger that I see before me—?"'

Reciting with her face towards the trees, Emily started, dropped the character of Macbeth, and instantly became herself again herself, with a ns ing color and an angry brightening of the eyes. "Excuse me I can't trust my memory I mast get the play." With that abrupt apology, she walked rapidly in the direction of the house.

In some surprise, Francine turned, and looked at the trees. She discovered—in full retreat, on his side—the eccentric drawing master, Alban Horris.

Did he, too, admire the dagger scene? And Was he modestly desirous of hearing it recited, without showing himself? In that case, why should Emily (whose besetting weakness was certainly not want of confidence in her own resources) leave the garden the moment she caught sight of him? Francine consulted her instincts. She had Juat arrived at a conclusion which expressed itself outwardly by a malicious smile, when gentle Cecilia appeared on the lawn—a love&ble object in a broad •trawfcat and ft white dress, with a

nosegay in her bosom—smiling,and

"It

Mr. Morris

Did you meet Emily on your way here?" "Yes, and she passed without speaking to me." "Thinking, perhaps, of Mr. Morris."

Cecilia shook her head. "Thinking, Francine, of the new life before her and regretting, I am afraid, that she ever confided her hopes and wishes to me. Did she tell you last night what her prospects are when she leaves school?" "She told me you had been very kind in helping her. I dare say I should have heard more, if I had not fallen asleep. What is she going to do "To live in a dull house far away in the north," Cecilia answered "with only old people in it. She will have to write and translate for a great scholar, who is Btudying mysterious

l7Bte"?u®

a place seems to think he is bound to jj.

lif0rib^m*

had heard from an old friend of his

(a certain Sir Jems Redwood), who I

was in search of a secretary. Being

Feeling no sort of interest in Mr. and Mrs. Rook, Francine was studying he schoolfellow's lovely face in search of defects. She had already discovered that Cecilia's eyes were placed too widely apart, and that her chin wanted size and character.

tlT

and why do you

plty

Sim«l0 Cecilia Bmiled, and went on

with her story.

blame. Their customers deserted the

inn, and Mr. Rook became bankrupt. The

inn got what they call a bad name—in a very dreadful way. There was a murder committed in the house, "A murder?" cried Francine. "Oh, this is exciting! You provoking girl, why didn't you tell me about it before?" "I didn't think of it," said Cecilia,

her past wrongs plscidly. "Do go on! Were you at home when it happened "I was here at school." "You saw the newspapers, I suppose?" "Miss Ladd doesn't allow us to read the newspapers. I did hear of it, however, in my letters from home. Not that there was much in the letters,

They said it was too horrible to be described. The poor murdered gentleman—"

Francine was unaffectedly shocked. "A gentleman!" she exclaimed. "How dreadful!" "The poor man was a stranger in our part of the country," Cecilia resumed "and the police were puzzled about the motive for a murder. His poketbook was missing but his watch and his rings were found on the body. I remember the initials on his linen because they were the same as my mother's initials before she was married— 'J. B.' Really, Francine, that's, all I know about it" "Surely you know whether the murdrer was discovered!" 'Oh, yes—of course I know that The government offered a reward and clever people were sent from London to help the county police. Nothing came of it The murderer has never been discovered, from that time to this." "When did it happen "It happened in the autumn." SRI "The autumn of last year?" "No! no! Nearly four years since." [To be continued in the Sunday BzprmJ]

THE TERRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 2.1884.

1 ODDITIES OF THE RACE,

fanning herself. "If so hot in the school-room," she said, "and some of the girls, poor things, are so ill-tempered at rehearsal —I have made my escape. I hopeyotx nit your brakfast, Mis de Sor. What Tit Strange Notions and Freaks of an Oldnave you been doing here, all bv your-1 Time Clergyman in England—Setting His self?" High Water Mark "I have been making an interesting discovery," Francine replied. "An interesting discovery in our garden? What can it be?" Rev. Mr. Hegemore, who died in "The drawing-master, my dear, is in England, January 1,1746, was notable lore with Emily. Perhaps Bhe doesn't

Eccentricities and Peculiarities.

of an appointment between them." up every night His last employment

wm "vr"1 uvvn wu wt Cecilia had breakfast to her heart's the evening was to go round his contest—battered eggs. She was in I premises, let loose his dogs, and fire such good spirits that she was inclined 1 hifl ffnn. He^ lost his life in a singular to be coquettish, even when there was manner. Going one morning to let no man present to fascinate. "We are out his servants, the dog fawned not allowed to talk about love in the npon him suddenly and threw school," she said—and hid her face him into a deep pond. The servants behind her fan. "Besides if it came to {heard him call out for assistance, but Miss Ladd's ears, poor

oi.*?ch r*r"? ,ock1

being locked up could not afford him

might loose his situation/' [any aid. in consequence of which he "But isn't it

true?" asked

Francine. I was drowned. He had thirty gowns

may be true, my dear but nobody knows. Emily hasn't breathed a word about it to any of us. And Mr. Morris keeps his own secret. Now and then we catch him looking at her. —and we draw our own conclusions." I walking sticks that a toyman offered

land cassocks, fifty-eight dogs, eighty wigs (though he always wore

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11,9

in favor of letting the women compete It was at a ball given by President for employment with the men, Sir Jer-1 Napoleon at the Elysee, some nights vis was willing to try what he calls

own

hair),' eighty wagons and carts, eighty plows (and used none), fifty saddles, thirty wheelbarrows, and so many

his successor £8 for them. He had also sixty horses and mares, 300 pickaxes, 200 spades and shovels, twentyfive ladders, and 250 razors. He died intestate and the property went. ..to a hotel porter in London.

SKNTINXLS THAT WEBB VSELKSS. Life (London.) A few weeks ago, on the authority of a transatlantic correspondent, I narrated a story as to how General Benjamin F. Butler—whe is now the presidential candidate of the Labor-Green-back party in the United States—when a congressman procured the removal of an aged keeper of a Washington crypt that had never existed. This

"st*****

moved

who had been

tion had once held several meetings. In Russia the late Emperior Alexander observed a sentinel always marching up and down on a grass plot. Upon inquiry he discovered that the Empress Catherine had observed an ear

thing but a situation as a governess, she said 'the children who have me to teach them would be to be pitied indeed She begged and prayed me to help her to get an honest living. What could Iao? I could only write home to papa. He is a member oi dajgy ^e plot, and had remarked parliament, and everybody who wants

to o£0on of her 8^ite' that she hoped that

woui(j not

be picked. Ever after a

£e sentinel had kept watch and guard by

ni hfc and d£y over

the

plot.

H0W

NAPOLEON MET EUGENIE

the ou

female. Isn't that a horrid ,,, way of speaking to us? and Miss Ladd 18enl®

Bays it is ungrammatical, besides, mance is connected with thiB meeting. Papa has written back to say he knew Wishing to avoid the crowded ball?£u° w^°m k* could recommend. roomB

W he go a in of Emily, he kindly wrote again. In the ^a Mokoswa, went into the Elysee interval Sir Jervis had received two Gardens, where he ^suddenly came applications for the vacant place, upon a raidiant, blushing girl. She They were both from old ladies and he was tying up her hair alone, opposite declined to employ them." a glass in the conservatory. Her hair "Because they were old Francine had come down during a waltz, and the suggested maliciously. crowd waB too great to admit of her "You shall hear him give his own reaching tbe ladies' dressing-room, reasons, my dear. Papa sent me an I She had glided to this place, hoping to extract from his letter. It made me be unobserved. This little circumrather angry and (perhaps for that I stance of the fall of her back hair led reason) I think I can repeat it word I to her subsequent elevation to one of for word:—'We are four old people in the proudest positions ever occupied this house, and we don't want a fifth. by a woman. Let us have a young one to cheer us. If your daughter's friend likes the terms, and is not encumbered with a sweetheart, I will send for her when the school breaks up at midsummer.' Coarse and selfish, isn't it? However, Emily didn't agree with me, when I showed her the extract. She accepted the place, very much to her aunt's sur

d'etat, that Mile. Eu

me^^er

future husband. A ro

Louis Napoleon, with the Duke

WHAT DOES HE CALL 'EM FOB SHORT, Exohange. Mr. Tollemache, the rector of South Wytham, in England, has his children named:

Lyulph Vdwallo Odin Nestor Lyonel Foedmag Hugh Erchenevyne Saxon Esa Cromwell Orma Nevill Dysart

prise and regret, when that excellent I Plantagenet Tollemache-Tollemache. person heard of it. Now that the time has come (though Emily won't ac knowledged it), I believe she secretly shrinks, poor dear, from the prospect. "Very likely," Francine agreeiwithout even a pretense of sympathy "But,, tell me, who are the four old people? "First, Sir Jervis himself—seventy last birthday. Next, his unmarried sister—nearly eighty. Next, his manservent, Mr. Rook—well, past sixty. And last, his man-Bervant's wife, who considers herself young, being only a little over forty. That is the household. Mrs. Rook is coming to-day to attend Emily on the journey to the North and I am not at all sure that Emily will like her." "A disagreeable woman, I sn "No—not exactly that. Rather odd and flighty. The fact i», Mrs. Rook has had her troubles and perhaps they have a little unsettled her. She and her husband used to keep the village inn, close to our park. We know all about them at home. I am sure I pity these poor people. What are you looking at, Francine

Mabel Helmingham Ethel Huntingtower Beatrice Blazonberrie Evangel ine Vise de Loui de Arellane Plantagenet Toedmag Saxon Tollemache-Tolle-mache.

Lyonia Decima Veronica Eoyth Undine Cissa Hylda Rowena Ada Phyra Ursula Ysabel Blanche Lelias Dysarf Plantagenet Tollemache-Tollemache.

MEXICAN NEWSPAPER ENGLISH. El Correo de las Doce. A child has escaped death from the effects of a bottle of laudanum, the contents of which not knowing, of course, what he did, thanks to the energetic efforts of his folks

A string round the neck and upon a heap of ashes, the corpse of an infant was found by the police at Guaddalajara.

Doctor Lepooldo Ortego and Augustin Aguirre are in way of France, where to the government has sent them to finish their career.

It is truly worth praising the admirable precision that exhibits at the stage the little girls Maria Arnefat now playing at the Teatro Principal.

DIDN'T HAVE MUCH PRACTICE. Merohant Traveler. A young physician moved from ah eastern town to Kansas, and hung out his shingle. One day a neighbor

1 called on him, and during the conver-

I was admiring your complexion, g^ion inquired if he had 6ver opened dear, she answered, coolly. 'Well,

an office

"They are obliged to go out to ser- «Did

vice their old age, through a misfor- «Wel/

tune for which they are in no way to „That58

lhe

the Rooks? "Oh, yes, I had a very nice office, in-

deed ,'waa'th th more

nrl-j in thft t„nP!

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Not Confined wlndi|na,$l|l Boston Herald. _* ,» A Springfield clergyman Sunday said the running of railroad trains on the Sabbath is not a necessity, but is

the mat-

Really I don't know, but somehow my patients all seemed to die before I could practice on them very much."

JOURNALISM IN GEORGIA AND TEXAS. Vienna (Ga.) Vindicator. Anyone having a first-rate overcoat he would like to exchange for a linen duster will please call at tnis office. Call early, or you may lose the opportunity. Canton (Tex.) Telephone.

The editor has'been carrying brick and "morter" up a twenty-foot ladder this week. Caldwell (Tex.) Banner.

We have made out many a meal this year on bread, molasses and water, and find we can live on it And am determined to continue the Banner if our friends will keep us from starving.

HIS HIGH WATER MARE.

Texas Sittings. "What is the meaning of that red line above the fourth story of your house asked a stranger of a man near Pittsburg. "That is a water mark. That mark shows how hicrh the water was during the great oveiflow about a year ago." "Impossible! If the water had been that high the whole town would have been swept away." "The water never was that high. It only came up to the first-story window, but the cursed boys iubbed it out three or four times, so I put it up there where they can't get at it It takes a smart man to circumvent those boys."

TH* KSNTUCKT

BRSAKFAOT.

Cincinnati Commercial-Gazette. Kentucky brags of an intelligent cow that digs potatoes with her horns and then eats them. This example of industry we commend to several gentlemen in that gallant state who would go without potatoes a long time before they would dig them, preferring all the time the famous Kentucky breakfast— two cocktails and a chew of tobacco.

WHY HE CHANGE]} HIS MIND

Peek's Bon. It is very strange how quick, some

done by the stockholders simply to people will change their minds. A man make money, and they are patronised by business men to have a day's time, and thereby make more money. The facts in the case do not support the statement The president of the Maine Central railroad last season expressed himself as in favor of taking off Sunday trains, bat a committee of Methodist camp meeting managers have asked him to ran trains to their gronnds on Sunday next year. As they charge an admission fee on that day, it looks as if somebody else than railroad stock-

in Vermont imagined that he was inspired to kill Mrs. Adams, a school teacher, and after thinking it over for some time decided to do so. He railed apon the lady and acquainted her with his mission, when she seized a club and knocked him down, after which she broke nearly every bone in his body. Then, he concluded be didn't want to kill her.

IT SPOILBD THK SERMON.

Hew Tork Son. "What seems |o be the matter?''' be

holders was thinkingof making money. ukadi mildly, ac thay wera returning

from church "didn't you enjoy the sermon?" "Enjoy the sermon?" she repeated, shortly, "and that odious Mre. Smith sitting directly in front of me with a new fall wrap on that never coet a cent less than $125. You must think I have a very warm religious temperament"

Hats in England-

London Letter. In men's felt hats deep full crownB are in good request, with slightly narrower brims and tight roll carls. lined hats are called for more frequently, and appear to be gradually working their way again to the front -The Paget continues to sell rapidly in low qualities. Some London firms are pushing strong, hard, heavy hats for the winter. It is a characteristic of these goods that they will retain their shape under severe UBage, but they are not comfortable vrear. Mid brown is a favorite color. A lining which had a bold and striking effect comprised the portrait of a famous jockey as a tip, and the colors of a well-known sportsman at the side.

For ladies there is a decided preference for napped hats. They are produced in all colors. There is nothing new on hand in styles. Some nice things are shown iu wool bats for girls and children, and a good trade is being done in hats napped only on the edge of the brim. Bright colors are in strong request. Scarlet is the leading shade, and moss green is also in good demand. Never was there before such rich variety or such ext ellence in colored goods as at present. The windows of retail establishments are perfect pictures.

There is absolutely nothing to be said respecting silk hats. The fine weather has not justified the expectation of a largely increased demand for these more expensive goods. Even for Sunday wear silks are being more and more superseded by felts, among the better class of people and manufacturers of silk hats this district find

narrative seems to have aroused the their trade a constantly diminishing

war officials of St. James' Park., quantity. tninK I +V»A loaf rrV»f ViiYiirVfaiL'

«££1wh°office

Boston's Beautiful Quadroons, Boston Cornier. Ira Gray, who was familiar to the citizens of Boston many years 8go, is still in the land of the living, and was in the city not long since. Probably no one man in a thousand in Boston to-day remembers who or what Ira Gray was. Well, he was the hand somest quadroon of his day, and the most accomplished gambler ever seen in Boston. He and his brother-in-law, Coburn, kept a private place in Southac street, corner of North Russell street. It was the resort of the upper ten who had acquired a taste for gambling. There were at this time among the mixed colored population of Boston several females of remarkable beauty and volumptuous development, such as the two Thacker girls, Mary and Maria. Mary was tall, and a dark brunette. Maria was petite, and in her day was possibly the handsomest girl in Boston, showing no trace of her colored origin. Then there were the Howard girls, whose father was for years a noted barber on Cambridge Btreet. The Howard girls were a great attraction to certain circles, and probably had as much to do with the advance of abolition of slavery as a Boston sentiment as any direct moral principle involved. Ira Gray and Coburn intermarried in these families and the beauty of their surroundings gave an additional charm to their gambling circle, composed chieflly of the habitues of Beacon and Mt Vernon streets, euch as Bigelow Lawrence, Greenville T. Winthrop and others whose names should be left blank. Ira Gray is now over seventy years of age and his once black locks are the color of mixed white. At one time he had a large fortune, but to-day he is probably poor. What a repertoire of fashionajle society fifty years ago he could furnish.

How to Reduce Fat.

London Truth. Dr. Schweninger, of Munich, has discovered anew mode of reducing the bulk of the human frame. It is never to eat and drink at the same time, but to let two hours intervene. He has, it is said, cured Prince Bismarck of a tendency to obesity in this way. Fat people have now their choice between four systems: 1. The original Banting, which consists of eating nothing containing starch, sugar or fat. 2. The German Banting, which allows fat but forbids sugar or starch. 3. A Munich system, which consists of being clothed in wool, and sleeping in flannel blankets instead of sheets, 4. Not eating and drinking at the same time. In Huxley's "Elements of Physiology" he divides foods into proteids, which are composed of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen, and which consist of gluten, albumen, blood serum, fibrin, synotonin, casein, gelatin and chondrin fats, which are composed of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen, and consist of all fatty matters and oils amyloids, which are composed of carbon, hydrogen and oxygen, and consist of starch, dextrine, sugar and gum, and minerals, which consist of water and sundry alkalis, earths and metals.

A $4,000,000 Steel Pipe Contract. Charles Kellogg, formerly president of the late Buffalo, and one of the most prominent bridge builders of the United States, has just closed a contract with a New York syndicate to furnish 50,000 tons of steel pipe, to be of thirty-six, forty, and forty-eight inches diameter, delivery to begin within six months, and the contract be filled within two years. The pipes, which are patented by Mr. Kellogg both in Europe and the United States, will be manufactured by an entirely new process, hitherto unknown to makers, and for which application for patents, both American and foreign, has been made. The total amount of the contract is $4,000,000.

Iiiquor Drinking Among' Children. Dr. Madden surprised the British Medical Association at their last meeting by showing how common among children was the habit of liquor drinking, and how many cases of juvenile alcoholism he had been called upon to treat in his own practice. The cases are found chiefly among people who send small children to public saloons for liquor. On their way home they take draughts of the liquor, and thus are sown the seeds which may germinate into an irresistible desire for alcohol. The doctor has lately treated a case of well-marked chronic alcoholism in a boy of 8, and one of delirium tremens in a child of the same age.

Another Way to Rednce Pat Dr. Schweninger, of Munich, has discovered anew mode of reducing the bulk of the human frame. It is never to eat and drink at the same time, but to let two houra intervene. He has, it is said, cured Prince Bismarck of a tendency to obesity in this way. Fat people have now their choice between four systems. 1. The original Banting, which consists of eating nothing containing starsb, sugar or fat. 2. The German Banting, which allows fat, but forbids sugar or starch. 3. A Munich system, which consists of being clothed in woo! and sleeping in flannel blankets instead of sheets. 4. Not eating and drinking at the same time.

Ballooning for Health, The coming health "resort, says tbe Boston Herald, is to be in the upper air. By and by, instead of goiag some thousands of miles across land or water to reach a salubrious climate, the invalid will go up in a balloon, and a lively imagination can picture a pretty little hotel, built of paper or something of that sort, anchored high above the fool odors of our lower air, where pure oxygen will minister to the needs of the sick. Such a dream isn't half as startling as a hundred which hava been raalitad with the last M*t«ry »r two,

FIGHTING A WILL.

How a Millionaire'! Kstat« W&i Divided Among Claimant* and tawjeri, ten Francisco Chronicle.

The old saying that a man should put his house in order before he dies has never received a stronger illustration than in the case of Francis Louis Alfred Pioche, the pioneer who assisted more actively than any other man in the early development and improvement of San Francisco. It was he who interested French capital and bailt whole blocks of buildings with its aid. It was he who settled Hayes Vailey and built the Market Street railroad, who built the Sacramento railroad, who opened new min ing districts and built irrigation ditches. For twenty-three years Pioche was the representative man of San Francisco, now wealthy, now in monetary straits, now paying big dm dends and again trying to assuage clamoring creditors. There came the time when (on May 21,1872) he was found shot through the head. He left a large estate, for he was not a bank rupt, and for twelve years his credit ore, legatees, his friends, claimants, attorneys, executors and commission ers have been at work dividing it It is accomplished at last, and there is nothing left of the Pioche estate but a roomful of papers, books and sccounts It is the old story. Pioche made a wUl and a good one, but not one of its provisions has been carried out in conformity with the desires of the tes tator.

Pioche drew this instrument two years before his death, with the assistance of W. H. Stow and S. H. Mere dith. He made John B. Felton, Levi Pansons, Joseph H. L. Pioche and Romain Bayerque his residuary legatees, and charged them to pay a number of legacies, which show the dead man to have been a warm and generous friend and a man of benevolent and patriotic instincts. The pecuniary benefita to his friends ranged from $1,. 000 to $20,000. To others he devised personal property, works of art and jewels. To his servants he gave each a year's wages. To the University of California he bequeathed all his paintings, etchings and engra vings—a most valable collection—with "",000 in cash, and to the French Be nevolent society he bequeathed two arcres of land for a hospital and $5,000 in cash. John B. Felton, Sam L. Thelier, Gustave Dussol and Romain Bayerque were constitued executors, with Gustave Touchard as alternate. They were to serve without bonds and were relieved from the supervision of the probate court- as far as the testator could relieve tbem by testamentary provisions. Almost before Pioche could be buried the trouble and contest began. The dead man had been a member of the firm of Pioche, Bayerque & Co., of which Samuel Moss, deceased, had been a partner, and the debts of the firm were still unliquidated. At the time of Pioche's death the firm was also heavily involved with local and foreign creditors, ita business having been largely the importation of French goods. The value of the whole mass of property is at this day estimated at $1,000,000.

Against it there was filed at once claim upon claim, aggregating millions, even L. W. Parsons, one of the legatees, coming forward with a demand for $25,000 for counsel fees. L. L. Robinson, Pioche's confidential manager, refused to deliver a large amount of property. William Thompson laid claim to the San Miguel ranch, other people had claimB upon the old and the new firm, against Pioche's private )roperty and upon liim for services. The first loss was that of the entire ersonal property, for as Executor eller told a Chronicle reporter yesterday, "there was none to turn into the Probate court, because the firm's creditor's took it all." Next, the foreign creditors came with their de mands, filing them all with Francois Berton, the banker. As soon as it became apparent that there was property to satisfy them the hiring of awyers began. The foreign and the local firing creditors, the claimants upon Pioche's privace property, his associates in business and various enterprises all had recourse to the limbs of the law. The truth was that Pioche's affairs were in a mixed condition, while his partner, Bayerque, was traveling in Europe. Then came the lawsuits, one after another brief being filed upon brief—enough paper being covered with legal phrases to fill a fair-sized room. The probate court never handled a dollar's worth of the property, the suits—which were against the firms, and not the estate— being brought in the district courts. For nine years the litigation continued, until in tne end it became clear to all concerned that if the legal warfare were kept up not a dollar would be left, either for the creditors or the

pen The

The result was a compromise between all concerned. The entire estate was ceded to the creditors, these agreeing to pay $50,000 to each of the four residuary legatees 50 per cent, of each of the special bequests and $100,000 to the creditors and claimants of the Samuel Moss eBtate. The agreement was carried out by a commission appointed by all interested, its labors having just been concluded. The exact amounts paid can not be learned, for the whole affair having beenBettled out of court, there is no record in the probate department. As far as can be learned the foreign creditors received about $300,000 and the local

Kellogg Bridge works, of claimants $300,000. In the probate court the Pioche estate is an unsettled account. "There is no estate left," explained

Theller yesterday. "There is nothing to settle. The creditors took it all aud satisfied the legatees." "And who satisfied the lawyers?" "I can't tell. They have lost a gold mine, indeed. Their aggregate of fees must have been hundreds of thou sands."

When the reporter in search of further information asked for the Pioche estate papers in the probate court yesterday he was taken to a largesized box, with the invitation to help himself. These papers almost exclusively refer to the appraisement and sale of real estate. The search after further information had to be aband oned in the face of such difficulties.

STORIES OF A FOUNDLINGS' HOME.

What aii Officer Knew of the Babies That Are Destroyed. Chicago Herald.

"When a woman leaves a baby at the oFundlings' home she doesn't want any company," said an officer, "for she creeps around after dark, pulls the bell and runs. But wheD she wants to get it again, as some of them do, she comes for an officer. Now all this business is very tough, but I would rather be around in the first case than in the last I had to go over with a young woman the other day. She wanted to find her baby. She was happy as a lark, becaQB3 she was able now to care for it I wanted to warn her a little, bnt 1 didn't know just how to begin. Finally I said: "When did you leave that baby there?" "A little more than a year ago," said she. 'Then she started to tell me all about it crying and laughing all the time. When I could get in a word I said: "Have you ever Been it since

"No, not once." "Are you sure it is there "Oh, it nsast be there, of course. I would know hinS anywhere." "Well, I said no more. We went in and the girl gave the day on which she left the child. The clerk looked np the record. I sto*d behind him as he did so, for I was 8fraid. Pretty soon we came to it It read: 'Aug. 22,1883. Boy two months old. Left at door. Named William Smith. Died Nov. 17. 1883.' I pressed the clerk's arm ana wrote on apiece of paper: 'Say nothing." Then I took the giTl and we went through the place looking at the babies. Says I: "Yon said you would know him. Now, I want you to pick him out" "I was gattisg aaifhty nervous. We

looked at fifteen or twenty babies, and pretty soon she gave a scream and seized one poor little fellow and almost ate him up. *She got down on her knees and

it is.' A MARRIAGE OUTRAGF

Armenian Ecclesiastics FoUe a Dangh. ter to Wed a Brute. CONSTANTINOPLE, October 4.—The

the rie

"""Now, by the law of the state, this LJS?

Naturally enough she learned to draw against political meetings. despise the ignorance around her and Janauschek's failure is her first in to form other ideas of marriage from America, and is attributed solely to what she saw among her teachers, and I her new play, and not to a want of atH when on leaving school, at the begin-1 preciation of her histrionic talents. ning of the present summer, Bhe found her hand claimed by a loutish individual with the manners of a pig she strongly objected to ratify the promise made for her by her parents when she was only 5 years old. Her tears and supplications prevailed, and, the first engagement having been broken off, later on a second was formed with a young fellow living at Adana, and

to be mar-

community, refusing to take steps in I New York Commercial Advertiser, the matter, a lot of ruffians were hired "Hello, Al, just getting'

measures that are being taken to bring

progress made by the Armenian commissaries in that part of Asia Minor is regarded by the Armenian clergy.

In a Cable Car.

her life, where no railroad has reached, and nothing more artistic than a circus has presented itself, paid her first visit to San Francisco a few weeks ago. She knew that Bhe would necessarily come across some verv strange and new things, and she had sealed her lips and made up her mind fully not to be surprised at anything. She was conveyed up town, and, with her friends, got on the cable car. She did not show any inteiest in the novelty. She was, apparently, quite accustomed to dummies and things, conductors, engineers, and impolite passengers. All was well until the starter blew his whistle, the conductor rung the bell, and the car went off with a jerk. She clutched madly at the seat, gave a healthy interior-country scream, and quite losing control of her ignorance, cried out:

Jerusha! Where's the team?"

STAGE SIliHOUKTTES.

Miln, the preacher-actor, will shortly sail for Australia.

.. Clara Morris sprained her ankle last kissed him a thousand times, the big I week while alighting from a carriage, tears roliing down on his face. I Lillian Russell is turning the heads ttoughtshe was going to smother

Londoners as Polly in a nf Sterv

hun. When w® got her quieted, I comic opera. miutary

baby is in the keeping of this home. 11by him must know something about you. If Joseph Brooks. you are able to take care of liim, and I™ Gray will not begin her season are all right otherwise, you shall nave November 10, after the political exhim- I citement has subsided.

I began to be afraid that I had got I Mrs. Henrietta Chanfrau is the sole into an almighty big scrape. But it all I legatee of her husband, whose estate came out rignt I found that she was I is found to be worth $160,000. married to a fine youngfellow and that

fu"y

they were doiM well. Shegot the the place so long held by Mulligan's baby and it's her7s,ainf it? Of course picnic. It is said to be highly TOIsoned.

"tracts the

A Clothing Clerk's Ingenious Fraud.

she was submitted to the most rigorous morning to a well-dressed lad who treatment, with the hope of overcom- had stepped from the Jersey ferry ing her resistance. She continued, and the result of this little address was however, to manifest her repugnance „onfi„mon]„

to the union, declairing that she would any-looking person rather die than marry the brute who I .. well-dressed _young man went marry was the cause of such persecution. Spurred on by the evil counsels of the Tchorbajees and the desire to strike a blow at the influence of the American missionaries, the bishop finally decid •d to conduct the marriage ceremony by force. Proceeding to prison cell with all the neces-

saries, accompanied by the ani- devised a system of increasing his mal, burning with ^iis vile desire I

vice. At sight of the leering crowd ... the poor girl fainted. Brought to °f f,

again she fell at the knees of hop, and, with tears, implored him to deBist. In vain she struggled to escape. Held fast by two of the ruffians as she lay upon the floor, for she could not be kept upon her feet, the horrid sacrilege was completed by the nuptial benediction being pronounced while she loudly protested against it. The matter did not end here. The so-called husband left with the young girl, in order that by the consummation of the mar-

Irish Stew threatens to usurp

The Wooden Spoon has been quite successful at Daly's, New York, notwithstanding Ben Butler's refusal to patronise it

Patti telegraphed that she will not come to the anited States this season, as Col. Mapleson has not put up her guarantee fund.

Armenian population, both here and at Adana, are in a great state of excitement, owing to a most dastardly outrage lately perpetrated in the name of religion upon the person of a young girl living at Hadjin, a small town of Cilicia, in Asia Minor. The circumstances well illustrate the double rule under which the Eastern I figures prominently. We may expect Christians live—that of the Turks I a visit from her shortly. and of their own bishops and shows I Since her success in London the fair up in dark colors the tyranny BO often and fortunate Alice Dunning has exercised by the latter, which has done changed her name. She now Biens her more to swell the ranks of the Armen-1 ——i.- a n:» ian Protestants than all the exhortations of the American missionaries. A certain Miss Narcis Kirkvacbarian, belonging to a well-known family of Hadpir, was affianced at a very tender age, according to the barbarous custom of the country, to the son of a neigh-

Maude Granger is winning high

Eraise

for her artistic personation of ucille, in Lynwood, at the Park Theatre, Brooklyn.

Carlotta Patti has written a book of her travels, in which the United States

photographs Allie Lingard. Frank Mayo, stimulated by his BUCcess in Nordeck, has determined upon devoting his talents to dramatic authorship after this season.

Ellen Terry wants Maggie Mitchell to go to England, but^Maggie has

bor. From the age of 6 she was placed I golden fruit enough to pluck at home, at the mission school, where her great In°t risk a sea voyage, intelligence and beauty made herafa»| All of the New York theaters are vorite, and she became a jnostaccom* complaining of poor patronage. The plished young lady. best of dramatic attractions will not

The $1,000 reward offered for a name for anew play now being produced in New York is going begging, for those who have seen it can't tell what it is about

Margaret Mather's Lady Macbeth is pronounced by Chicago critics to be equal in many respects to Charlotte Cushman's, and superior in some of

.. its details.

iy were about d. The family priest, however, made Elliott Barnes' much advertised play, one day, declaring that The Artist's Daughter, is to be withhe could not marry them, that the first drawn from the boards of the U, betrothal held good, and that the Square this week, owing to the pu young girl bad better make her peace lack of interest in it. with her discarded fiance, as thel Irving is not meeting"with as enthu-

Tchorhajees" (the elders of the com- siastic a reception at Boston as on the munity) were determined that she occasion of his first visit, and blemshould take him for a husband and no iBhes in his acting that were previously nntn tVkA fnt Una 4 I —1 other. In vain the father besought these people not to interfere. The father then telegraphed to the Catho lies of Sis, the great Armenian prelate who wields papal authority over half the Armenians of Asia Minor.

This enlightened ecclesiastic, when he made his appearance, not only sided with the Tchorhajees, but arranged with them a plan for carrying out the

overlooked are now remorselessly ex• posed to the public view. Sarah Bernhardt is writing a comie novel. None of the American iok8S about her bony appearance will find a lodgment witnin it covers, and its success is therefore almost assured.

Mr. McKee Rankin is organizing a stock company to place in the Third

marriage and consummating it in the Avenue theatre, where he will play all teeth of all opposition. Finding the I the sensational plays of the day. He negotiations the poor girl had fled for refuge to the house of the missionary, trusting in the protection of the foreign flag. The Turkish authorities, of whom she was demanded by the Bishop and his vile crew in the name of the

day.

is already engaging some of the best people to be obtained in the dramatic profession.

across?"

u.!ri„

together to Rogers, Peet & Co.'s dry goods store on Broadway. The former was Detective Sergeant Ghegan, of the Central office, and the latter was Albert W. Norris, of 264 Sixth street

tow luo He made a confi

nVr°*

about an official inquiry, and Mr. ?rr^1srim, the principal partner in Kiikvacbarian has thought it necessary f"f a, Pn®°°er is well connects fly to Adana. The key to the con- !?S,' J5®i. FS? duct of the bishop is no doubt to be 9P Jefferson Market Court found in the jealousy with which the I.

m?mi.n8

T°mny

City, who has beem employed for ten her months as a clerk by Rogers, Peet & -cos-

weekly salary of $7. Albert

s^'ary

to possess her, and the Tchorbaiees I P'°yera- He operated incases of exbougbt with his gold, this ignoble I change. If a customer csme to return prelate commenced to read the ser- an

without the consent of his em-

overcoat

or a suit, or any other ar-C*

-1 tide, Albert would give him so:... thing of a superior quality on the the bip-1ment

of 4116

difference. For exa ."nlltif

8UP?"or

tne D1P

I mavit nF fha

'he would arrange with the pureiBut* for an exchange necessitating the ment of an additional margin of $lt.

He then would go to the cashier's-, desk with an overcoat or a suit as the case might be, representing a smaller

difference, or none at all. Then he would take this low-priced garment back to his counter, and by a little legerdemain, quickly get it out of the way ana pack up the more expensive article for which the

riage all opposition might cease, found ^*8®^ amount had been paid. In this the strength of the unwilling bride too I

much for him, and so the Tchorbajees had to come to his assistance. Some Bix hours after* ard the poor victim, more dead than alive, was carried off to her brutal master's residence. Seeing the stir the matter has created for it has now reached the foreign embassy—the British and Franch consuls at Adana have Bent reports on the subject to Constantinople confirming all that has just been related. The father's life has even been threatened, as well as that of the girl, if an end be not put at once to the

way

he received more money from the

customer than he handed'in at the cashier's desk. On Saturday last his manipulations netted $32. For some time he has been so liberal in his expenditures as to excite the surprise and the envy of his less-favored colleagues, He was in the habit of going to the theaters and fashionable centers of amusement, and was not stingy about taking a friend with him and bearing all tne expense. One of these friends, named James Crane, holds a similar position in tiie establishment at a similar salary.

^^y®^ him^to

and held for trial, bail

being fixed at $500.

*~3*

ANew Anaesthetic.

Albany Journal. Recently a student of the University of Heidelberg, in Germany, while

San Francisco Chronicle. But there are villages in the interior I experimenting with cocoa, made a tincof this state, as I said, where they do ture of hydro-chlorate of cocoaine. He not know everything. A young lady accidentally discovered that when the who has lived in an inland county all tincture was applied to the eye it oper- ....

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comjplete anesthetic. This

was a great discovery in science and was soon telegraphed qll over the world. It has been known in this country about ten days. Yesterday, at a clinic in Troy, Dr. Cyrus S. Merrill, of Albany, experimented with it He found it a complete success. When three or four drops were put in an eye the eye lost all sensitiveness, could be handled with forceps and cut or cleaned without the slighest pain. The doctor is enthusiastic over the new discovery. He will make an exhaustive series of experiments to determine not only for what class of operations it can be used, but also in what diseased condition it will prove beneficial.

Chinese Prejudice Against Europeans. Boston Advertiser.

A Chinese pamphlet against Europeans has been published in Hong Kong. It asserts that the Europeans are not human beings at all, but wild animals descended from monkeys. They worship neither the heavens nor the earth. They do not honor their parents nor ancestors. They come into China pretendiBg to preach a religion which they do not practice themselves, and forcibly introduce vice and crime into that country. Some clever Chinaman must have printed and translated some of the popular literature of San Francisco, merely turning it about a little.

^•Novelties in Head Gear. The London News says: Bonnets remain small, though evidently disposed to increase in size. Hats are immense. Their trimmings have reached quite a pitch of exaggeration. It remains to be seen if Bullish women will follow the lead of theif Parisian sisters in this matter. A French lady who passed throngh London a few days ago was observed to have seventeen large poppies in her brown gauze hat, quite irrespective of bugs. The blossoms were not crushed down in a heap, as poppies often are, but are being mounted on quivering stalks of twisted wire, they were well displayed, each looking over the other's shoulder as if were. I'he height, measuring from the lowest petal of the first poppies to the top petal of the bight, was about ten inches. A novel trimming for bonnets or hats consists of a miniature sunshade made of wire and covered with sirands of chenille, _J1inches trimmed with velvet leaves and flow- excellent iwe, with the outside ers, and the handle wreathed with the streaked with Vbllow and brown, and same. The colors are soft red, bronze, Ion the inside the colorof a cantaloupe, or salmon pink. These will SJQO bej The shrub blossoms and bears in foil* used for bodies trimmings. I aoitbs from tht

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A Los Angeles, Cal., gentleman has brought from Guatemala a plant calle^,. the "melon shrub," which grows to the height of about three feet It is an eveigeen with a beautiful purple and white |flower, and bears a fruit shaped liked a rifled-cannon shell, about four inches loop, by from two to three it is in diameter, a melon of most 9 11

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