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THE DEAD WORKER.

Poor hai A- *oldthem over-}"* breast, t$o h*r«i ri browi., so cold! they -e their work and have won cheir rest,

Tho' on no gold. Tlions was a battle for breed. Sow they straggled and grappled and bled!

Poor hands fold them gently, for they Ones lay in a mother's breast All dimple-! H'id pink and cosily

As birds in a nest. And a mother's heart once leapt As inte her boeom they crept.

Poor hand! pre them flowers to carry Dawn into the ffrare, for they Were too work-worn and too world weary

Te pause by the way And pluck them bring lilliee and rosea And fill the stiff fingers with posies.

P#or feet! when the way was oold And winding and nettle strewn, We passed by with only a sigh

For the blood-prints nnder the moon: Now that the life blood is frose Bring the warm gaiters and hose.

Pe«r eyes I oloee them too—how they stare— Nay plaoe ne gold ma that brew, It was lack of that made the forrews there,

She needs none now. She goes t» a aanslen'whsee floor Is pared with the oostliest ere.

Pear eyes 1 no leisure they had To look np at the sky And see If 'twas bine, as the poets sai%

Bat now they see. To-day they are not sa dim Bat that they will open on Him. —[Oralis Key Bell.

HIS LESSON.

me, Royal Please

"Now, promise promise lw Grace Arden looked up into her lover's face with wistful blue eyes and cheeks stained with crimson.

Boyal Meriam looked at her with the laugh of conscious superiority, "What nonsense, Grace! As if there were any real danger I" "There is always danger, Royal, in yeur business, and with—with that habit 1" "Habit, Grace? How you are going a little tpo far. I don't drink any more than other men. It is not a confirmtd habit with me, and never will be. "Good-bye, Boyal!" "You won't kiss me I You are vexed." "Only sorry, Boyal. Because I know that papa will never let me marry a man who drinks."

JioyaL Meriam turned on his heel and he (strode away, muttering something about '.'narrow-minded old fools who ex.pected every one to be cut after their own pattern." 'I,

But he hid walked "only a little distance when the cloud cleared away from his. face, and the old, careless, goodnatured smile once more oame back. "Dear little Gracie I" he said to himself. "Perhaps she's right, after all. I believe I am getting to be more fond of a stray glass than I ought to be, but of course -there's no danger. A man can always control himself. Still, I'll go back to-morrow and make peace with the little bluo-eyed kitten, and if she wants me to promise, why, I'll promise.

The "Shepherd's Arms" was an unpretending little village hostlery, through whose drawn red curtains the evening lights shown cheerily, and Boyal Meriam's boon companions welcomed him uproariously.

Two hours later Boyal Meriam swung himself to his place on the glittering, firethroated locomotive with the careless ease and lightness of a mountaineer. "Go ahead I" he called out.

The depot-master looked curiously at him.* "You may not be drunk," said he, sotto voce, "but you have been drinking, my fine fellow, aud you'll get reported at headquarters before the world is twentyfour hours older."

So saying, he drew a little leather Memorandum-book out of his vest pocket and wrote down the words: "Meriam, engineer Flying Dart," upon it, with the slow, mechanical accuracy of one who considers in his own mind.

Meriam had been drinking a good deal, but then he knew that his head could stand more than the average of brains. "All right," said he, "all right!" I'll back the flying Dart against any engine on the road! Why, she couldn't go wrong if she was to try I Are we—are we far from the draw bridge?" .The fireman suddenly started to his feet, with a hoarse, gasping cry. ."The signal 1" shouted he. "The red light 1 Stop her, for God's sake I Sound down the break I We are on the bridge and the draw is open I"

In less than a second the mists and drowsiness arid fatal lethargy seemed to olear awav from the engineers brain, and he-had fully comprehended the awful terror .(if their position—the express train rushing at dizzy speed toward the yawning gulf, beneath which lay the black river.

Mechanically he sounded the whistle sharp and shrill—two brief, unearthly shrieks—and then Bprang out into the darkness, through which the red light streamed like aa eye of sullen fire.

He had done what he could to save the

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ted train, and he grasped blinding at one chance in five hundred for his own life.

He sprang, and Btrlking against the beam#, lost all consciousness in the Instant that the train skimmed by him, its long array of lights gleaming and vanishing, and faces here and there looking out of the windows, all unconscious that they were going to death! 0

A bleak December day, with the snowflaks clicking against the window-panes, a wood* fire cracking on the hearth, ana Grace Arden's light figure coming and going like a little brown-robbed sister of charity—Boyal Meriam's eyes vaguely took in these things, lying among his pillows, before he remembered

Bemembered I Bemembered that he was an outcast among men—a mnderer. "Grace," he gasped, "tell me I How eame I here How was I saved "They found you on the bridge, dear. Hushl You must not talk much. You are very feeble and weak. You were quite unconscious and terribly biuised." "And—the train wrecked?" "It was not wrecked at all," said Grace, with brightened face, "for the draw was not open." "Not open?" "No it had been, but was just closed again, and the men had not yet taken down the open signal when the express rushed on without any warning whatever. They stopped it on the other side and mimed you." "No one was killed, then?" he shuddered, feeling as if a mountain of horror lifted from his breast "No one!" "Grace," he whispered, hoarsely, draw ing her down to him, "I was—drunk! If that train had been wrecked the blood of all those helpless passengers, men, women and children, would have been on my head. God be thanked that He has not punished me as I deserve!"

Boyal Meriam, a prematurely old and crippled man, lived to atone for all the faults and follies of his youth. He never re-entered the old profession, he had not nerve enough for that, he was wont to say, but he worked hard and honestly for his bread, with Grace, his wife, standing loyally by his aid*. And

never in all the long years that followed Hid a drop of ardent spirits ever pass his line. "I have had mv lesson," he 8?in.

LITTLE MAUD COOK.

A Blind Girl Who »s Remarkably Fine Pianist. On one of the resident streets of Manchester, sayB the Nashville Banner, stands a small house, around which clusters something of interest to the lover of the "ideal art," as well ae to the mere cariosity hunter. The steps of this little white cottage ascend directly from the sidewalk, and the door stood invitingly open on a bright spring day when I sought in this quiet part of the quiet town of Manchester something to amuse or instruct the readers of the Banner. The pleasant host gave me a cordial welcome as he met me at the deor. The parlor, or sitting-room, into which he led me, was bright and cheerful, giving no indication of the total physical darkness that ever hovered over one of the brightest, and cheerfulest of that household. The gentleman who met me w_s Mr. Samuel L. Cook, and the room into which I was ushered was the musicroom of "little blind Maud," as she is usually called. Bright paper was on the walls, a bright carpet covered the floor, a bright "spread" was on the bed, a brightcolored cushion was on the chair offered me—it was a sunny room. Bat sunnier still was the smile of little Maud as she met me with a kiss. He dress was of dark, plain woolen goods, and was almost hidden bv a large white apron. Her hair is not long, but was combed straight back from her forehead. She is in no wise pretty, yet formed features that would prevent the most casual observer from saying she is "homely." Little

Maud is the fourth of a family of eight children, three of whom were born blind, and four of whom have souls set to music.

Little Maud was soon seated at her organ, playing whatever her father asked of her, and, when waiting for his choice of her 500 pieces, was running her little fingers over the keys, producing melody softer and sweeter than the music she copied. In executing her own composition her very soul seems to flow through her fingers and animate with harmony the very air around her. She has published four pieces: "Hendrick's Funeral March," "Texas Gallop," and a song, "Let the Angels In." This song has been greatly praised but, aside from its associations, it did not strike me as being the equal of either of the other pieces. I am in no sense a musical critic, but the soft, sweet strains of "Hendrick's Funeral March" touchen my heart as but few melodies touch me and the gleesome, gladsome laughter of the "Texas Gallop" is conta giouB fun.

Little Maud and her father are very proud of the following letter: INDIANAPOLIS, In., February 19,1886—Miss Hand Cook, Manchester, Tenn.: I thank you for yonr kind little letter and the pieoe} of reosio sent me. I appreciate yonr thought of my husband, as expressed in yonr music, and thank yen very sincerely. Very truly yours,

Mas. T. A. HEHDBIOES

Little Maud is in her tenth year and weighs less that fifty pounds. She has appeared before audiences in several small towns arid has been most emphatically received'. She made one appearance in Philadelphia, which was bighly spoken of by the press. Her father has had some very flattering offers for Maud, bat he will accept no offer that takes his child from his control. While it seems hard that this wee thing should be put before the world, it is also a little unkind that one whose mind and soul have the power of conferring such happiness upon others should not exert those powers.

Stealing Rides.

"You have no idea how many people who can't afford to pay car fare, steal ride," said a Boston & Albany brakeman to a friend—"on freight trains, and especially the night freights. I alw go out from Boston on the 4 o'clock train for Springfield and start back at 4 in the morning from that city. You never see any when you start, but just as soon as the train stops they are jumping from everywhere, and it seems as though the train was alive with them. These fellows hardly ever get run over or hurt. I know of one case, and one only, when one of them got hurt He was tall, slim bummer, and had got on at Springfield. He told me when I caught him that he was going to Brookfield, which was the only stopping place that night before I got to Worcester, and when we stopped at that station we all turned out to find. He was at last found on top of the sixth car from the engine, and when we ran for him he started and fell right between the cars to the track, and was pulled out insensible just aa the tram started. Well— will you believe it?—he was on again, and got off at Worcester as lively as any of the twenty or more who lumped off with him. They wait at the big grades and get on when the train is going to Blow-up. The old hands don't try to keep them off, as they know by experience that it does no more good than trying to stamp out cockroaches but it is amusing to wateh them off, for they are dumfonnded when they see these same fellows getting off at the next stop that they had turned off the last thing before starting. "One time a little fellow about 12 or 14 years old came to me and timidly told me that he wanted to get to Boston, where his folks lived, ana couldn't pay his fare, as he had no money. I told him to get on, and when the engine uncoupled and ran ahead just before reacning Farmingham he was to get on to the tender and be ready to catch the car at the place when he started up again, after the engine had taken water. He did this and I got him safe in, although he had one nairow escape from being struck by a light, which frightened him almost to death."

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A MID-OCEAN ENCOUNTER.

The Steamship Wyoming Strikes a Whale and Kills it. A dispatch from Queenstown says: "A prince of whales in latitude north 45 and longitude 43 west much amused the passengers by the Guion steamer Wyoming that arrived here to-day," said a saloon passenger to me—his first question hav-

Was 'it totally ing been whether the cable had reported any more labor riots. "I was watching the ocean on the morning of the 29th of April when I noticed what seemed to be two monstrous porpoises, but which turned out to be whales sporting quite near the steamer. Our shouts soon brought from the saloon some of Wyomings'fair daughters,'and enthusiasm was running high, with suggestions of harpoons and revolvers, when these gave way to thoughts of the Oregon disaster, as a short, sharp shock was felt throughout the ship, as if her bow had struck a hidden iceberg or rock. "Almost as quickly as I tell it the ship was stopped by a signal from the bridge.

As she fell of her course we saw on the port side a monstrous whale, with a huge gash in his body, almost dividing it While the whale was lashing the bloodred waves in what turned out to be his dying struggles—as in a few moments he lay motionless—rejecting sentimental as well as some business-like suggestions from the passengers to send a boat and secure the trophy of specimens of it Captain Bigby, after satisfying himself that no harm had been done to bow or keel, tewmed full- speed—and here we are."

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'TEXAS TOM.'

How an Old Timer Won $16,000 !n One A(rerno«'ii.

slim, trim figure, faultlessly attired, and surmounted by a smooth shaven face, the features of which are so puzzling as to leave the Observer in doub$ whether its wearer's years number 15 or 50. Such is Thomas P. Redmond, better known as "Texas Tom," formerly Pierre Lorillard's head light-weight jockey, and for the past three years one of the most successful backers of race horses on America's tracks. Bedmond was not born until late in 1857, but for thirteen years of his life he has been so much associated with men of mature years that there is nothing of the boy left in him, and the practice of wearing a high silk hat, added to his conversation, gives him the general appearance and air of one long past his majority. His first public appearance was in Indianapolis, at the age of six years, when he ran away from home and went on the variety stage as a precocious song and dance kid. A year or two later a bronchial affection ruined his vocal organs for public singing, and for a long time he was unable to speak above a whisper, and even now his voice seems strained in ordinary conversation. Drifting into Telas, he learned to ride mustangs and achieved

Bome notoriety as a jockey in the impromptu quarter races that characterized the gatherings of the stockmen. Getting back to the racing centers of the east, he obtained employment in galloping vicious horses that were beyond the control of the boys employed to give them exercise.

Young Bedmond proved a pretty tou^h customer, and his stable companions, after feeling the weight of his fists, were so heartily down on him that everything amiss about the stables was always laid on the shoulders of "that d—d Texican," and from this he received the clinging soubriquet of Texas Tom. Still, he proved a valuable hand for the work he was engaged for, and in one stable of particularly vicious colts he was not discharged even after he had shot at the head trainer for cracking a whip at his legs for some act of disobedience. Some time in 1878 he received his first mount for a regular stake race, and after that he prospered rapidly. Among his best known early mounts were General Harden, Big Medicine, Toronto, Lady of the Lake, and other more or less famous winners of their day. It was the poisoning of the last-named animal that first caused a ban to be put on Bedmond, and after this turf scandals piled up on his name at a rapid rate. He lost employment with the crack stables, and became affiliated with a tough crowd ef tonts and sure-thing men, who stood at nothing to destroy to as great an extent as possible the "glorious uncertainty" of racing.

About his last appearance in the pigskin was on the New Orleans course in 1883, when he was put up on the eld campaigner known as "Boston on the Table." Boston was a horse owned by a syndicate of gamblers who toured the tracks of the country, dependant more on their winnings at cards, however, than legitimate turf earnings. They ran against some pretty good poker players in New Orleans, and for a long time could only sit in the game with barely sufficient to ante in front of them. When one of them would capture a good hand he would bet Boston. The game bobbed up and down this way for some time, the gamblers, whenever their table stakes were oversized saying, "Well, Boston's on the table," thus raising their opponents to the value of the horse Finally the remark was such a byword that the horse came to be known as "Boston on the Table." Boston nearly ended Redmond's existence on this occa' sion by running away, throwing him off, and breaking his collar-bone and three ribs. Since then he has been either in the employ of the bookmakers or against them. If he furnishes them informa tion they make their odds according to its purport, and if he takes their odds they generally shiver.

One of his streaks of luck, or judgment, or connivance, as they have been variously termed, was the winning of $10,000 in one day at Jerome park, his original capital being a $10 bill. There were several races on the card, and he backed everyone of the unexpected winners at long odds. It does not seem to make much difference where he drops in, he seems constantly a winner, as his brief experience on this coast will show. He arrived in Sacramento on the morn ing of the first day of the Capital Turf club's late meeting, and did not get to the track until the first race was over. After that he bet on every race, and never failed to call the winner, except in one in stance. An Alta reporter, who made Tom's acquaintance, found him quiet and agreeable in manner, and a pleasant conversationalist, although not inclined to speak of himself. He hardly knows when he was ever a genuine boy he never played a game of marbles or ball in his life, nor new a kite, and the nearest action to the sport of youth that he can remember, is the robbing of a melonpatch in New Jersey. He has been ruled off a dozen race-courses, but on nearly every one of them he has bought pools in the down-town auctions of the night before and cashed them on the succeeding evening. Whether one-third of the wickedness charged against Tom by the eastern turf press is true or not can not be positively known out here, but if a tithe of it belonged to him he should have been hanged long ago.

A Tramp With a Divine Commission. Chattanooga Times.

Thomas Lawson and his wife, who have charge of the toll-gate of the park on Lookout Mountain, had quite a thrilling experience yesteiday morning. About 11 o'clock a low, heavy-set man, shabbily dressed, entered Lawson's house unannounced and asked for Mrs. Lawson. When she appeared the man, who was of German descent said that he had been directed by God to go to the house and then clear it and give it a cleaning. He spoke for fully two minutes and then to emphasize his words picked up a chair and threw out into the yard. He then made a rush for a cupboard filled with earthenware, ana the next moment the missionary from God was smashing the cups. and plates against the floor. For a second Mrs. Lawson was dumfonnded, and then called loudly for her husband. Lawson and the German grappled and a struggle ensued, in which the intruder was overpowered and securely tied with a rope. He was brought to the city and placed in the custody of Policemen Bates and Shelow, who took him before 'Squire Freeman. The man gave his name as Gray Drennan, and pleaded guilty to the charges of malicious mischief and.assault and battery. He was fined $5 in each case and sent to the workhouse, and before he emerges from that place he will doubtless be glad to part company with his divine (?J inspiration. He is a tramp and came from Florida Tuesday. I

Descendants of Pocahontas, From an article in the Baltimore Sun on the aristocratic families of Virginia, »e copy the following

The most conspicuous founders of the planter families came over during the second half of the seventeenth century. One, a vei liberal and energetic man, married the granddaughter of Pochahontas, and his son, devoting himself to planting and trading on James river, lound the bulk of his profits in an im-

mense traffic with his relatives, the Indians, who flocked as one ma* to his support. From this marriage many existing Virginia families' sure directly descended,

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Blands, Blairs. The ancestor of the Bandolphs came over to England with the Conqueror, and his name was included in the roll of Battle Abbey. William Randolph, of "Turkey Island," as he was distinctively spoken of, emigrated to the colony in 1675, and Irom him all the Bandolphs of Virginia desgended. Peyton Randolph, first president of congress Edmund Randolph, Washington's at-torney-general, and John Randolph, of Roanoke, were direct descendats, and by marriage Jefferson and Marshall were related to him. The Blands and Boilings were prominent as planters, colonial officers and revolutionists. The head of the Blairs, Rev. Hugh, or, as he was habitually termed, ''the commissary, having been sent to Virginia as such by the bishop of London, formed the first college in the coloDy, "William and Mary," still to-day doing as well as could be expected, after the havoc ot the war. The commissary's newhew, John, signed the constitution along with Madison and Washington.

E EXPRESS, TERRE HAUTE, SUNDAY, ..., 1886.

thev are proud of their Indian blood.

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the imperial house of Powhatan, whose grave, by the way, is preserved afew miles below Bichmond, and affords a pleasant Sunday afternoon stroll for the citizens. Jefferson also, was related to the Indians, but he was careful not to allude in any triumphant spirit to the redness of his blood, being the father of the Declaration of Independence. John Bolf, the princess' husband, was of Norman descent with William the Conqueror in England, and a graduate of Oxford the specimens of his writings handed down attest both his scholarship and benevolence. He was the first American historian, and as such deserves mention, though his history was short, confined to a brief description of the petty colony dedicated to the king but his fame rests on larger basis, that of having been the first tobacco planter of demonstrating its, importance as a vast source of wealth to future planters. In one of his letters he declared that his main motive in marrying the princess was her religious instruction whatever his motive, certainly his marriage was a success. His wife's descendant's are either so numerous or held in such high honor as to have given rise to the saying outside of the borders of the state, "Every family in Virginia is descended from Pocahontas." A Virginia antiquarian, who was throughout his life ambitious of getting up "a coomplete vade vucum of the genealogy of Virginia families," announced shortly after the war his purpose of publishing a work on "the descendants of Pocahontas, in which I will, so far as shall be possible, include all of whom I can obtain any accout" His premature death alone prevented the issue of the bulky mass of material he had collected. According to his figuring, the genuine descendants were few, the claimants many. It was early made a point to call persons and places in honor of the princess, and hence her name, as that of her father, Powhatan, from whom we happily have the Powhatan pipe, are to day very common in the state. "Poca' hontas," an outskirt of Petersburg, was terribly shelled during the war. From this first alliance between red and white races sprang the Bandolphs, Boilings

Ladies at a Base Ball Game. Kansas City Times. My first serious mistake lay in taking a party of ladies to the ball park. I asked them if they understood the game. They replied that they did in a general way. I never knew before what dense ignorance is covered up by that vague and unsatisfactory expression. We arrived at the park without exciting incident, save the temporary excitement of leaving a bill of large denomination at the gate. I purchased E^ore cards all around, and explained briefly and courteously the intents and purposes, thereof. The ladies said "Oh," and for about ten seconds were deeply interested. Then they fell to looking around to see who were there and what they had on. Every few seconds a score card would slide out of a lady's lap. This kept me busy and served to relieve the monotony of waiting. The Detroits were practicing in the field and Hanlon was knocking flies into the suburbs. Presently he hit a terrific ball over the center field fence. Singularly enough one of the ladies saw him perform the feat. "Why doesn't he run?" she cried excitedly. "Why doesn't who run?" I asked in astonishment "That little fellow with the club," she said.

I explained that it was probably because the club overweighea him. This seemed to satisfy her, and she resumed her inspectin of the spectators. I discovered that the ladies were muoh interested in the uniforms, and I observed with alarm a tendency to get the .clubs mixed. It took some minutes to straighten this matter satisfactorily, and then the umpire called time.

The umpire is a pretty busy man, but he absolutely reveled in idleness, that day as compared with my labors. The second ball pitched was a foul, which whizzed into the grand stand and came near diminishing my responsibilities by one. This necessitated a change of base, and we moved around in an angile manner, my pertubation being increased by a volley of suggestions from the rear of "down in front" Again fairly seated, one of the ladies discovered that she haid forgotten her parasol, so back I traveled, secured it, returned, picked up a score card of two and sank into my seat in a profuse peispiration. Then the the questions began. "Why do they keep taking off and putting on those masks "Which is the pitcher?" "What makes them slide along on their faces?" "Which side is at the bat?" "What is afoul "Isn't over the fence out "These questions I answered with becoming fortitude and patience, but when the youngest and daintiest lady said it was a perfect shame to dirty their uniform by rolling along the ground I gave her up as a bad job.

At the end of the first inning I took the score cards with soma apprehension, whick proved to be well based. I found that three of the ladies had kept the Kan sas City score on the Detroit side, and one of them had credited the home club with four runs and some sixteen base hits. I straightened out the Bcore with some difficulty, and was rewarded by the remark of the owner of the most complicated system of scoring that she "wouldn't have missed seeing the game for anything." That was were wa differed, but, then, I make it a point to be always open to reasonable propositions.

Circumstances Alter Cases. Philadelphia Call. Herr Windbag (saloonist)—Now I dold ye, poys, you pring dese cabitalists to knees, pretty soon, mit dem poycotts.

Workman—Wer know it, Windbag. We put it on Mulligan last week, and brought him to terms in a jiffy. "Mulligan, the prewer, you mean?" "Yes." "But dat will raise de brice of beer. Ah! Himmel! Dat was tyranny."

Sarah Bernhardt is studying English with a view to capturning every diollar the language will ptoduoe.

DAD SULLI'S BEAR TRAP.

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"That trap had be'n in iLe Sully fam'ly fur years. It had a hefty ped'giee o' usefulness runnin' 'way back to ole man Sully, the boss b'ar huuter an' deer stalker O* the Ad'rondacks. I wanted that trap, an', what's more, I wanted it bad. "It was young Lige Sully's prop'ty now, an' he swore he wouldn't never give it up fur love nor money. When a feller

Lige Sully sez sich a thing, you can ike up yer mind he means biz from the word go. "I tried to steal that trap. "Here's the scar o' Lige's bullet on my arm. I reckon I'll allers carry it as a little token o' that pesky night. "I told Lige I'd give him my ole buckboard an' a slice o' my swamp iot fur his trep. Lige he on'y smiled and said it wasn't a go. He tlso said as how the trap was a heirloom, a sort o' a mascot that had be'n in the fam'ly ever since Dad Sully had pounded the darned thing out o' pig iron from the rough. "I offered Lige ev'ry inducement that I knowed on fur that trap. No use. He wouldn't part with it "One night Lige come home with my gal Sairy from a spellin' match. The 1

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two lingered at the gate till arter midnight 1 watched 'em. When they parted, Lige, he kissed hur an' said: 'Good night, dear.'" "WTien my wife asked me why I sot so long at the winder I on'y said I'd be'n countin' the stars an' lookin' out fur my int'rest in Dad Sully's trap. She said I was a fool to let my brain run 'way with an ornary b'ar trap. She said,_ too,_ that there was plenty b'ar traps 'side Lige's but I said there was on'y one Dad Sully trap. "Arter I seen how the land lay twren Lige an' Sairy I knowed I was in a fair way fur gettin' the trap." "I gin afferble consent to Lige's taggin' arter Sairy. I sort o' smiled 'provin'ly 'poa their billin' an' cooin'. I was using dipiumbacy in behalf o' Dad Sully's master b'ar trap, an' was 'termined to git it pirwided I could keep the stream love 'tween the young people smooth an' purlucid. "Well, you oughter seen me send Squire Tompkins's boy 'bout his bizness when he come a shinin' round my gal Sairy. I didn't care if his dad was worth ten thousand and held canal stock. What difference did that make to me when the trap's int'rest was in danger? "Well, purty sun Lige Sully come to the front an' asked me for Sairy's hand I'll never furgit that night. 'Lige,' se« I, lookin' him squar' in the eye, 'I've be'n a noticin' o' thing for sum time back. Sairy's a gal o' million, an' the man what gits hur '11 have a prize 'way back from Prizeville with a big P. I'm willin' that you shall have hur, an' I'll be pesky proud to call you my son-in-law. I'll make a dicker with you. I'll let you have Sairy fur the trap 1" "Lis-e got white as chalk in a second. He sort o' ketched his breath and couldn't speak. Then he riz from his chair, took his hat an' started fur the door. I felt mighty trembly just 'bout then, fur I seen I was 'bout to lose that trap furever. 'Lige,' said I, goin' an' layin' my hand 'pon his shoulder, "don't give way in this sort o' a manner. Be a man git your grit up an' strike a bargain.

You can have the gal fur the tiap 1" 'I don't want to buy Sairy. I'd be 'shamed to look her in the face if I should 'gree to sich a downright pesky mean business.' "He meant it. I knowed it looked queer to him but he didn't know how bad I wanted'that trap. I drew him back to a chair an' tole him to set down an' we would argufy the thing a spell. "Well, I labored with that boy till arter midnight. I pictured a purty leetle hum with Sairy in it to keep things spicspan bright. I said I'd throw in the next winter's meat an' the buckboard wagon 'sides. I improved the 'casion an' swore I'd lay every cent o' my prop'ty 'gin a nickel that Sairy could fry corndodgers better'n any woman in York State. An* 'gin all this I painted in glowin' hues how mean it looked for a man to give up sich a heaven jist fur a poor ole b'ar trap. "Lige gin in bout daylight. He an' Saiiy are now happy as two doves—an' I got Dad Sully's trap at last."

FANNIE LEAR'S DESCENT.

A Beautiful Woman Who Made Herself Notorious. The Philadelphia Times says that Fannie Lear, the world-famous adventuress, whose death is announced to-day by cable,, was known to thousands in Philadelphia, her home and birthplace. Her mother and child, the former now a gray-haired old woman and the latter a young lady grown to womanhood, are both living here in retiremeut. Her father's church is still standing, his grave is here, the house e\e was born in quite unchanged, and some of the men who were her victims, and some who no doubt were as mnch. or more to blame, are among the prominent citizens of Philadelphia.

Up to the time of her marriage Hattie Ely, which is her true name, had nothing more to her detriment than the vanity, ambition and willfulness that are so often accompanied by such great beauty as she undoubtedly possessed. Her father, the Bev. Ezra Stiles Ely, named after his maternal grandf ather,who was chaplain to congress, succeeded the Bev. Dr. Alexander as pastor of the old Third Paesbyteria» church, at Fourth and Pine Btreets, and became the most prominent minister of the denomination in Philidel phi a and one of the most prominent in the United States. He was of Puritan stock, and both his father and grandfather, on both paternal and maternal sides, were min isters. This is the sort of ancestry that Fannie Lear came from. Ministers for three generations on her father's side and her maternal grandfather's.

After Dr. Ely's death, while his widow was traveling in Virginity Hattie, then 16 and very beautiful, accidentally met with a young man named Blackford, who was employed as a freight clerk in the Baltimore & Ohio railroad office at Parkereburg, W. Va. From a casual meeting on the train she fell in love with him. He followed her and a week afterwards, while the mother and daughter were on the way to Philadelphia. Hattie left the train on the pretext of goisg to buy a sandwich and allowed her mother to go on alone. Joining Blackford they drove to a convenient clergyman and were married. At the time she was very mature and precocious. Within a year her husband began to go to the bad. Whether she had anything to do with it is not known. He became addicted to drink and their life was unhappy. She became gloomy for awhile and then gay. Her husband* died. Many conflicting stories of his death exist, and it is hard to tell how it was caused. Some blamed his wife, but be was at this time a physical wreck, and it seems most probable that he committed suicide. Just after the war the widow came to Philadelphia with her child and began to attract great attenticn. For awhile she was employed in the mint

Her first unpleasant notoriety was one summer at Lonz Branch, where she cut a great figure ana was much talked about Then she came to Philadelphia and began to be socially ostracised. She was next prominent at the Moya ball, and her name was associated with the famous man about town, John Tobias, who afterward married "Daisy" Elliott On one occasion she said: "John, you are the moat notorious man in Philadftlphu,

and I am the most notorious woman, and I think we owe it to society to get married." At one time ehe seriously deliberated on this step. Some time after this she began to figure unpleasantly in the courts and was spoken of as a blackmailer. She brought suit for breach of promise, eta, against a now well-known Philadelphia artist, and although sympathy was on his side, alie secured a Verdict of $5,GOO. Then she endeavored to wreck the domestic peace of her counsel, who was one of the most eminent lawyers in Philadelphia. It is claimed that she entrapped him in an unfortunate position and secured a large sum of money from him. Then she furnished a house on Bittenhou -e street and not only became a notorious character herself and helped ruin many young men, but was instrumental in seriously damaging the reputation of a number of prominent women. Her house was the resort of the most fashionable club men and some of the moet prominent professional men. There a prominent city official, now in office, who on one occasion while at her home discovered that nnder a delusion a lovely and estimable lady was about to be entrapped into her dwelling. At the dooi he stopped her and saved the reputation of herself and family. About this time there was another case in which she was paid a large sum by a gentleman now prominent in the Philadelphia Club, and who objected to having his name associated whh hen-

Here escapades were almost legion. Finally she was threatened with proeecutionj and, leaving here, started npon her foreign career. Her name, when she first went abroad, was associated with a great racing man and owner of the finest achts afloat, and a short time afterward she be-

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to be notorious in Paris. When iloyd Phttnix, the New York millionaire, was about to be married, Hattie Blatchford, or Fannie Lear, as she then began to call herself, Claimed to be married to him and caused a great scandal in New York The relatives of the lady he was to marry investigated the charge and found it utterly false, and the marriage was solemn ized. After that there was hardly month in which the cable was not burdened with her exploits. She became acquainted with the prince of Wales, and was for awhile a favorite with his set. She was also in with the fast royalty and aristocracy of France, and, it is said, was for a time employed diplomatically.

The culmination of her romance was in Russia, in connection with the Grand Duke Nicolas Constantinowicb, the nephew of the czar, whom she met in St Petersburg. He was a wesk minded youth and purloined a part of the crown

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ewels for her to wear at a ball. He the jewels from Russia to Paris, where they were living. He was compelled to desert her, and, in revenge, with the aid of some writer, she published a scandalous book entitled "LeBoman d'une Americaine en Bussie." For this she was expelled from Paris. Afterward she fignred at Monaco and became prominent in Italy, whence she was also for a- time expelled, though she went back under another name.

In her best days she was a woman of transcendent personal attractions. Those who knew her before her marriage and some years afterward speak of her beauty as "peerless." She was tall, supple and graceful in figure. Her complexion was olive, and naturally brilliant. Her eyes were dark and her hair was black and very abundant, and all her features good. All who knew her speak specially of her beautiful mouth aud exceptionally perfect teeth. She is always spoken of as fascinating, and must have been greatly gifted. She was proficient in several modern languages, and was a good classical scholar as well. Her beauty of person was a natural inheritance. Dr. Ely was a remarkably handsome man, and his second wife, Miss Holmes, was a lady possossing many personal attractions both of face and figure. There are those among the old residents of Philadelphia who well remember when Tr. Ely, foremost in theology, and Colonel Nicholas Biddle, foremost in finance, were considered the two handsomest as well as the two most influential citizens of Philadelphia.

Skin Grafting.

Cleveland Leader. The first successful skin grafting operation in Cleveland has just been completed at the medical school of Wooeter University, on Brownell street. Several months since a young man 18 or 19 years of age, while tiding on a train near Newburg, fell between two moving cars. The wheels grazed his right leg tearing off the integument and superficial faseia from about the upper third of the thigh of the shin. The to the Wooster and the wounds

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to the boy wi College dressed. The large surface injured prevented the vessels of the tissues from doing the amount of work necessary to form a new integument of skin as is the case in small sores. The flesh remained raw, no healing scab forming. Dr. Chas. Mertz, the house physician, despairing of curing the patient in the aeual way, determined to graft new skin upon the wound. The operation commenced three months ago and has only been completed a few days since- The patient was Unable to arise from his cot at the hospital when the first work was done. Mr. Mertz took his class te the ward. The leg was uncovered and the students bared their arms. Little pieces of integument about one-fourth of an inch svuare were taken from the arms of the students with a knife. Without touching the skin with anything but the knife, the integument in each case was removed and laid upon the wound. After about twenty of theae minute portions of skin were placed upon the boy's leg the doctor replaced the bandage. Nothing was used to keep the new skin in place. The healthy integument made up the necessary vitality to set the tissue vessels at work, and the graft was complete.. The operation was repeated from time to time until the whole leg was covered with anew skin. The boy is able to go about, but the integument is still tender, and it will be some time before he is fully recovered. Dr. Mertz is from Wooster, and a son of the composer and professor of music of Webster university. He graduated at the Webster medical school two years since, and from his work in connection with the hospital has already risen in fame with the medical profession of the city. The boy in this case was a charity patient, and goes by the name of Patsy, his surname not being at the college.

Length of the Prinoipal Rivers. In Europe—The Danube, 1,800 miles Dnieper, 1,260 Don, 1,120 Bhine, 691 Elbe, 800 Bhone, 650 Volga, 2,800.

In Asia—Ganges, 1,970 Irrawaddy, 2,600 Indes, 2,300 Euphrates, 1,750 Amoer, 2,800 Yang-tse-Kiang, 3,300 Hoang-Ho, 2,700: Zambesi, 800 Yenesi, 3,250 Obi, 2,700.

In Africa—Nile, 2,500 Niger, 2,600 Senegal, 1,900 Gambia, 1,700. In America—Missouri to the Mississippi, 3,100 Missouri to the Gulf, 3,350 Mississippi, 3,100: Amazon, 3,600 Bio Del La Plata, 2,240 St Lawrence, 2,100 Orinoco, 1,600 Bio Grande, 1,800.,.

Punch: Compensation: "Ullo, Jones 1 You in Paris?" "Yes I've just run over for a holiday." "Where's your wife?"

Couldn't come, poor dear. Had to stop at home on account of the baby 1" "Why, yonr holiday will be half spoiled." "Yes. Mean to stay twice long, to make up."

HIBERNATING ANIMALS.

The Almut Complete Cei jlgst of Life -San Francisco Call: Animals vary mnch in their power to withstand extremes of heat or cold. I have seen gold fishes frozen up for sevenl days in a solid cake of ice, and come out in good condition and it has been shown that many small forms of enutactam, etc., are active, and evidently enjoy a. life in the frozen sludge of the north. Experiments with the common snail, Lymncea stagnate, show that it can be frozen, but its size and growth are generally affected by cold, ana a race of dwarf snails may be produced by breeding them in water.

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In observing a hibernating animal we are impressed with the almost complete resemblance to death. The lowest temperature recorded is in Zigel, or •permophitu* ciiillut, that during winter sleep nad a temperature of 2

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grade. This curious animal maintains a temperature in many cases almost exactly like that pf the air that surrounds it Thus in one instance the thermometer gave 2 degrees above zero, and examination showed that this was the actual internal temperature of the animal. In another case the temperature of the room was 9 or 10 degrees, while that of the animal was nearly 2 degrees lower, showing that a warm-blooded animal could become cold-blooded at such times.

Some of the other phenomena relating to hibernatore is of more than passing interest Thus, when an animal is recovering from the sleep or awakening, it would be natural to assume that this is the result of arising temperature but the experiment has shown that this is not so in some cases. Thus, in the caee of a weasel, it came out of the sleep without any change in the temperature of the room, which was 10 degrees centigrade, anc what was more curious, the animal was two hours and forty-five mimutes in awakening, and body temperature rising more rapidly during the second part o1 the time than the first Thus, in tne case of the weasel cited, the temperature rose about 6.6 degrees C. in the first hour, and twenty-five minutes and ,17 degrees in the following forty minutes. In some experiments made with an English hibernating hedgehog, the animal's backbone was partly removed without awakening it, showing how deep is this strange, sleep-like condi tion. The bats of Southern California are not hibernating, as are their allies and cousins of the north, being very common on the loot-hills at night A longeared specimen appears to oe quite com' mon, resembling somewhat the famous vampire of South America. In the north the bats are among the first to enter upon the winter sleep the first cold snap that destroys the insect life forces them to betake to hollow trees, eves and there they hang, either singly or in clumps, until the following spring or sum' mer. The winter sleep of the bat is remarkable for its resemblance to death. The most delicate instruments need to deteot pulsation have failed when applied to them. Air that has surrounded a hibernating bat for hours has upon analysis, failed to show evidence ol: having been breathed, and the little animals have been placed in illuminating gas that, under ordinary circumstances, would be fatal to them in a few seconds, without the least result In fact, all the functions oE life seem at a standstill, the animal neither eating, digesting, growing or hardly breathing—a condition but little understood even in this day of investigation.

The bears of southern California, the brown or cinnamon and grizzly, though frequenting the upper peaks of the Sierra Madres, roam about all winter, finding a sufficient food supply. The black and white bears.are theifamiliar hibernatore of the east and north. In New York state the former forms a burrow generally under the roots of a tree, in late November, or before, and is soon snowed in, remaining all winter without feed. When they go in they are fat, as a rale, but in the spring generally come out lean, hungry and savage, showing that they have relied to a certain extent upon their fat The young of the white bear appear during this imprisonment of the mother, the breath of the .latter and the cubs melting the ice of the frozen prison aad enlarging it Kirty and Spence, English naturalists of tne last generation, recorded a case of human hibernation. It vas observed in India by an English officer of high rank. He was a skeptic, and had a grave dug in a place of his own selecting, and In it the native was placed, his mouth and nostrils having been closed* and the ground filled in. A guard was placed over it for three months, so the story goes, and, at the end of that time, the native was taken out, and in a few hours recovered. The numerous cases of long fasts and phenomenal sleepers that are so often reported in the papers would tend to show that something of the kind might be possible, or at least probable.

A Hnslcal Craze.

The principal Parisian craze just now is musio, or rather musical celebrities, whereof the gay city has lately enjoyed a feast. Verdi, Liszt, Rubinstein have each in turn created a sensation in the musical circles of PariB, and the latest of these and the one that still lingers with UB is Bubinstein. The great TeutoBussian pianist does not personally much resemble his nredessors, the courtly Abbe Liszt and tne gracious and gentlemannered Verdi. If the truth is to be told, it must be confessed that he is a good deal of a bear. Those who remembered his appeance when he visited America long years ago will doubtless recall his heavy vissage, half Prussian and half Kalmouck, the gold cf a Beethoven minted into the medal of a Cossack. He is the despair of his Parisian adorers, for he will consent neither to be lionized nor to be petted. He carries his affectation of avoiding publicity to a perfectly absurd extent, refusing to dine in the Bois or to walk on the boulevards, and taking exercise by promenading for two hours every day up and down his suite of rooms at the hotel, leaving his windows open while he does so. His series of concerts, passing in review the music composed for the piano from the earliest epoch down to the present time, has been immensely successful. No other performer appears at any one of these concerts, and Bubinstein executes an actual tour de force in always playing without notes. It cannot be said of him, in the words of the peet, "O, to see or hear him playing, scarce I know which is the divinest," for the great pianist, when giving full scope to his talents, is by no means charming to look upon. He works veiy hard, ana he becomes, like Mr. Pickwick's apple, "unpleasantly warm." In other words, he perspires while playing, like a porter carrying a Saratoga trunk up five flights of Blairs a July day. His brow, his long hair, even to the tip of his nose, stream with what might be called the dews of geniut-, which may be esthetic, but is certainly not fascinating.

An Electrical Submarine Vessel. Some satisfactory trials have been recently made in Liverpool with a new electrical submarine vessel, the invention of Mr. J. F. Waddington, of Birkenhead, says the London Times. The vessel, which is cigar-shaped, is thirty-seven feet long and six feet in diameter at the renter, tapering off to the ends, which are pointed. A conning tower is mounted on the top of the boat, and her depth of immersion below the water surface is regu-

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within. She is fitted with a rudder placed aft, and has a self-acting arrangement for preserving her horizontal position.

The crew consists of two men, and §5^ there is a supply of compressed air for their use when the boat remains submerged for a lengthened period. The motive power is electricity, which is stored on board in fifty of the Electrical Power and Storage company cells. These drive a screw propeller, and it is stated that their charge is sufficient to propel the boat for ten hours at a speed of obout nine miles per hour, either below the 77 water or on its surface. The cells alBO supply light through glow-lamps, and f.:dnve a pump for empty ins the waterballast tanks, which are filled for submerging the boat A trial of_ the vessel( in Uie presence of representatives of the admiralty is stated to have elicited their 1 approval.

FOR WOMEN ONLY.

A fashion writer speaking of veils says js bit of g&uze covers a multitude of blemishes.

Genealogy cuts no figure in New York society because it is so certain to revive unpleasant memories.

The fashionable exodus to Europe Mid: to country places has begun much earlier this season than usual.

Anew wrinkle is the little satchel worn with a strap so as to come directly under the elbow of the left arm.

Mme. Judic, it appears, is to be married after all to Millaud of the Paris. Figaro. He proposes to write anew play for her as a wedding gift

Milliners declare the higher the bonnet in front, the better and more fashionable. Some of the latest imported have an elevation quite equal to naif a yard.

Ex-Govemor Dick Hubbard, of Texas, now minister to Japan, writes that the Japanese women do their surf bathing in the waterproof costumes provided by nature.

The disgraceful behavior among the fashionables at church weddings grows more and more vulgarly offensive, but of course a woman goes to a wedding to see and see she will. "Twenty-fire years ago an artificial complexion branded a woman" says an admirer of pristine simplicity. So it does now. It makes her look as if she had forgotten to wash her face.

Recent events indicate that a coming "craze" among society women of prominence will be to have their portraits painted for exhibition at places where tne public can see them.

At last John B. Rogers confesses that he loves Minnie Palmer with sufficient ardor to make her his wife. He writes from London that the Lord willing, Miss Minnie will become Mrs. Rogers, Sejtember 8. The. happy couple will sail from London per steamer Yorick, on September 9.

Charles Dudley Warner writes to Forest and Stream concerning the millinery bird business: "A dead bird does not help the appearance of an ugly woman, and a pretty woman needs no such adornment If you can get the women to recognixe those two things a great deal will be done for the protection of our song birds."

Chaplain Milburn, of the house of representatives has given up trying to convert congressmen and begun totals about the sins of other great men—that is, he is lecturing on Goethe's love affairs. His audiences are said to consist entirely of ladies some of whom were shocked by 'Ostler Joe." How and where (Jo women draw the line

When a woman tackles the tobacco problem, she invariably turns up her nose, gathers her skirts about her and tip-toes along as if she were afraid of stepping on tacks. Her vocabulary is replete with words suggestive of disgust, contempt and loathing, and she may have to coin a few expressions in order to fitly describe the man who chews and smokes. The writings and sayings of doctors, preachers and men of letters, as far as they apply to her side of the case, are freely used, and those against it as freely left alone.

Society Has Received Another Shock. Society has received another shock, says a Washington correspondent of the Baltimore American, and this time it is not an amateur actress and society belle, but the very peculiar blind chaplain of the house 01 representatives. 'Ostler Joe" has pa'ed in the light of this new morceau of gossip. The circumstance happened at Mrs. Senator Hearst's-—who had already begun to startle Washington with her entertainments and recceptions —her husband being worth $8,000,000, and having just been appointed senator from California. Mrs. Hearst invited Ghaplain Milburn to deliver a lecture on Gcethe at her home. A large price was placed on the tickets, because the pro ceeds were for charity. There was, of course, a large audience, mostly ladies, for men do not come to sit through a lecture which gives every promise of dryness. But it was not Ions: after Mr. Milburn began before his audience found that the reverend gentleman had delved deep into the love allairs of the great poet, and was terving the incidents connected therewith with gTeat juiciness. Mr. Milburn is Itliod, a .d hence he could not see the look- of the ladies in the audience. Those who paid their little money for charity say that the reverend gentleman dwelt at length, and with, a freedom of expression, on the great O -rman's amatory experiences. These diopters in thi poet's life are v**ry rarely «d family circles around the fireside, yet Mr Milburn dragged them forth until the young ladies hid their faces behind their fans, and the matrons frowned severely on the lady of the house for allowing such a thing to continue. The lecture lasted two hours, and as soon cs it wi over the audience left the house hurriedly, and at once tongues began to wag, and the leoture has been tne talk of the town, and poor old 'Ostler Joe" is forgotten. It is eaid society thinks of organizing aboard ot examiners, who shall insist on the privilege of reading beforehand the poems ana essays to be delivered before select audiences. This is to ward off any more shocks.

An Anecdote of General Hancock. "I remember once," remarked an alderman who has shouldered his musket and marched to Dixie in response to hie country's call, says the St Paul Globe, "when General Hancock had in command some raw recruits. He personally took charge of the first drill. The men cam up in line fairly well. Then wne th^ order, 'make ready!' and then 'tak« aim 1' and with the last command aboui half the recruits fired. A second trial was made after a sharp reprimand, an| about sixty pulled the trigger at th# signal 'take aim!' The boys were agaiij cautioned, and another trial made About six rifies were fired.

Calling up an aid-de-camp, Genera! Hancock shouted: 'Find out who thosj men are that fired those guns?' The ait went to the colonels, ana, after a search the men were found and ordered to ste to the rear. The aid then inauired the commander what should be done wi the men. The general sat on his ho~ and reflected He did not feel like flicting a severe penalty because of t' greenness of the troops. Finally he sai" "Oh, ——, send tbein to the ccofc'o tent 'Send them to the cook's tent' became

lated by external inclined planes placed I by word of theoorjps, which lasted throug one on either Bide. «p4 (»ntroUea froiQ out their servioe.'