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THE STORY OF AN HEI

A Wedding That Turned a Paris Suburb Upside Down for a Day.

CELESTE BONDURAND'S LOVE FOR JACQUES FLORENT.

A Man Wlio Was Loyal to His Mother and Won a Wife With Wealth.

One clay, writes Paul Bolon, in the Petit Journal, business requiring my presence at small town with a population o" five or six thousand inhabitants, distant twelve hours from Paris, I arrived thore about 10 in the forenoon, and was greatly surprised to find the streets, which are generally so silent and peaceful, unusually animated. Groups of men were standing in front of the shops, women were gossiping at the windows, young men and young girls were wending their way toward the public square, while urchins were running about in every direction.

Tho Hotel of Commerce, my customary stopping place, seemed upside down. Travelers, who had been abandoned to their fate by the waiters, were tugging furiously at their bell cords, one calling for his boots, another for his breakfast, this one wanted his mail, that one his paper, while the corridors were the scene of an indescribable confusion. The master of the house, a stout, jovial man, known to all as Father Philip, traveled up stairs and down, perspiring, panting and fuming, at a loss as to which call he should answer tirst. I stopped him as he was going by. "Hello! Fathnr Philip," said I, with a laugh, "what is the matter? Are your servants on a strik?" "Ali!" replied ho, as he_ mopped hie face furiously with his handkerchief, "don't speak of it, sir. Although I had forbidden it. they have gone to the wedding. Ah! hero they aro now, coming back! It is about time!"

With contrite looks and hanging heads, tho three waiters were returning as he said, sneaking along the wall. But Father Philip, red ns a boiled lobster, hud caught sight of them, and without waiting for explanations, he bawled at the top of his voice: "Sav, are you ail trying to make a fool of me? Auguste, chocolate to 7, coffee with milk to 11, letters to 9! Emile, lG's boots, (J's hat. Petit Journal for 2, No. l's bill! Jules, 14's breakfast, the Time Table for 21."

Without any questions, Auguste, Emile and Jules disappeared^ up the staircase as if by magic. Wo heard them scurrying along the halls on the upper floor doors were slammed, and five minutes later the house had recovered its usual serenity. Then only did Father Philip become more calm, and, turning to me, he said: "Why! you have not been relieved of your valise yet. I beg your pardon. Ah! my dear sir, one is anything but happy when he has to deal with such scamps! But then I cannot be angry with them to-day. Tho whole town is topsy-turvey on account of the wedding." "Whoso wedding?" "Hein? Ah! that's so. You have just arrived and could not know. It is the marriage of Mile Bondurand!"

In uttering this last sentence Father Philip was very probably under the impression that I was going to explain. "That accounts for it!"as he seemed most unpleasantly surprised whon I replied, without dreaming that I might give offense: "I can't see why the marriage of that particular lady nhould have revolutionized the town in this way."

He disdainfully stuck out his nether lip, a sure sign that he was pouting, or, as his waiters would say, "showing his lip." Still, he was on the point of explaining why such a cause had produced

great an effect, when the rumbling of' carriages resounded in the street and the air was filled with cries of "Here they come here they come!"

It was the wedding—tho famous wedding of Mile. Bondurand—which after the ceremony at the town hall and at church, was passing by the hotel on its way back to the bride's residence. It was followed by a crowd of idlers who ran along, shouting, waving their hats and shoving each other even under the horses' feet, as they scrambled in the dust after the sugar-plums the groomsmen wore throwing by handfuls through tho carriage window.

We had posted 'ourselves on the stoop to get abetter view of the cortege as it went by. Father Philip shared in the general enthusiasm, and seemed hugely delighted as he pointed out to me the family and the invited guests. "There is Monsieur Bondurand, the bride's father, in the second carriage. Hello! his wife is not with him! Parbleu, she has got into her daughter's vehicle. That bald-headed gentleman is our sousprefet." "And who is that peasant woman in full dress? She seems quite impressed by the grand company in which 6he finds herself." "That is the groom's mother, old Mine. Florent. Doesn't the worthy woman seem happy! Anyhow, there she is, for the first time in her life, riding in a carriage." "The groom is not a rich man, then?" "Who! Jacques Florent? Why, he hasn't a cent to his name." "And his wife?" "Mile. Celeste Bondurand has a dowry of 500,000 francs, without mentioning future expectations." "Phew! Monsieur Jacques Florent has fallen into a well-lined nest."

Father Philip smiled approvingly. As his eyo fell upon the occupants of two of the carriages in the cortege, he suddenly exclaimed: "They they are! there they are! They were invited, too, it seems. "That is a capital joke," he added, laughing until the tears rolled down his fat cheeks. 'Tis really a good joke! Do you see them?" "I)o I see whom? I don't see anything to laugh at." "There, in the sixth carriage, that tall, light-haired man, at the side of that young girl iu a pink dress with a white hat. is Monsieur de Vauvillain,tthe chief bailiff. And in the other vehicle, that small, fat man, with the lady in green, is Monsieur Chapuis, the wealthy land owner. There is no doubt of it, they are both invited to the wedding!" "Why, of course they are. Father Philip, or you would not see them in carriages following the bride. But, tell me, why do you find it so funny that those gentlemen should be invited to Mile. Bondurand's wedding?" 'Tis true! I always forget that you have just arrived and have, as yet, heard nothing of it.. If you only knew——Ah! no, let me laugh.""

"There is an amusing story connected with the marriage then?" "Amusing if you wish—that is, to those who are acquainted with the parties." "All the same, tell it to me, Father Philip, I long to hear it."

Being a well informed, loquacious innkeeper, Father Philip did not require much persuasion. The wedding train and the crowd had disappeared. We were alone on the veranda, where travelers generally sipped their coffee. I ordered two glasses of Maderia, and after tasting this the old fellow commenced as follows: "I must begin by telling you that Jacques Florent, whom you have just noticed, and who has married so well, was born in this neighborhood. We used to see him, when quite small, going to the parochial school, his satchel on his back, and hi6 hands in his pockets. He was a civil, well bred youngster. When he met one he would politely doff his cap, and when school was dismissed he would never loaf about the streets instead of going home. His mother, who manages a small farm near by, would take him to school in the morning when she came to sell the milk of her cows, and then would call for him in the evening, on her way home. She was a widow, and worked hard to bring her son up properly. "On his side, little Jacques worked hard also. One year he won so many prizes that he could not carry them all. Then his mother determined to send him to college. She found no sacrifice too great in order to obtain the means of paying for his board and lodging. She would arise an hour earlier in the morning and go to bed later at night, while all day long she would toil like a slave. Poor Mother Florent! How she did move about in those days! Luckily it was not long before the youngster was able to provide for himself. He first

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a scholarship here, another at college, still another in Paris at the Ecole Centrale, where he stood at the head of his classes." "He must be a phccnix, then!" "I don't know about his being a phccnix, but one thing certain is, that, like his mother, he is a hard worker and by working hard, one always gets on." "I agree with you there." "Well, to cut the story short, he succeeded. In Paris, during three years he faithfully attended to his studies, while he gave lessons here and there, and by this means made money enough to meet his smaller expenses. At last, he passed his final examination successfully, and, with his diploma in his pocket,he returned home. His good reputation had preceded him, and on his arrival M. Bonduran offered him a situation in his woolen mills." "Ah! yes. Now I understand about the marriage. But how about those tvyo that you were laughing about awhile ago? Where do M. de Vauvillain, tho bailiff, and M. Chapuis, the landed proprietor come in?" "Hold on, you go too fast. In placing Jacques Florent at the head of his factory, M. Bondurand had not tho least idea of letting him wed his daughter— neither did Mme. Bondurand, I assure you." "The Mile. Celeste's marriage took place against their wishes?" "Never in the world." "I don't understand it all, then." "That is not surprising. You don't give me time to explain things. You may well suppose that, with her fortune, Mile. Celeste, who is a charming young person, as you may have noticed yourself, and who was brought up as a princess, had no end of admirers. Every winter Mme. Bondurand's parlors are thronged with the best society of the town, and at her receptions the richest and most distinguished people are to be met. Being an engineer, Paul was invited. He never failed to attend, but he always remembered his place, while Messrs. Chapuis and De Vauvillian paraded in the first ranks, letting it be known that they were in love with Mile. Celeste. I believe, though, that they were only in love with her dowry. Each made up his mind to win the prize at any cost, and the conduct of both was in strict accordance with this determination. The strangest part of the whole proceedings was that neither attempted to get into the good graces of the young lady, who always treated them with marked coldness. "Singular lovers, those!" "They imagined that Mile. Celeste being a good girl of a very docile disposition, she would always comply, with her parents' wishes. So they proceeded to lay siege to the old folks. M. Chapuis, by displaying an interest in M. Bondurand's business affairs, had no trouble in winning him over, wllile M. de Vauvillain, by means of bis nobility, and by putting on the airs of a great lord, succeeded in getting the mother to espouse his cause to such an extent that, in a short time, she promised him her daughter's hand, while, on the othor side, her husband was making the same promise to his rival." "And of course Mile. Celoste protested?" "Not at all. She let things tako their own course. It happened that she had occasionally danced with Jacques Florent and had conversed with him in the parlor. The young engineer's quiet, serious character and his easy, distinguished manners soon impressed her. One day he spoke of his mother, of her devotion to him, of the gratitude and affection that he bore her. This proved to the young lady that his heart was in the right place. Jacques, on his side, felt himself more than interested in the beautiful and sweet girl that had so kindly paid attention to him, but as he knew her to be very rich, his demeanor was always so respectful that no word of love ever passed between them." "And still "Of course everything had to come out all right in the end? Hero is the natural winding up of the comedy. The first time that M. and Mme. Bondurand communicated to each other their designs in regard to their daughter there was a terrible row. Just think. Monsieur wanted Chapuis for his son-in-law. Madame could not bear him he was a baboon, a Chinaman, a miser he was ugly, deformed, ill-bred, badly dressed, unkempt and ridiculous. Madame wanted de Vauvillain, whom Monsieur held in holy horror. A snob, a talker, a boaster, a booby, an ass noble, it was true, but a Wretched beggar who had to depend entirely on his situation." "They could not agree, then?" "Of course not! 'Vauvillian, never!' exclaimed M. Bondurand. 'Chapius', replied his wife, 'I'll die first!" "It was at this point that Mile. Celeste took a band in the game. She told her father that she loved M.Jacques Florent, that M. Florent loved her, and that she would be his wife or else she would mary de Vauvillian. She said the same to her mother, only the conditions were: Jacques or Chapuis. In order to get rid of the one each hated so much, both consented. The game was won." "Of course the engineer was expecting affairs to take this turn?" "Not at all but Mile. Celesta had

been astute enough to foresee that there was no opposition to dread from that quarter. She had her father to call on him, and I need not say that the worthy young fellow's surprise was as great as his joy. You can understand that he accepted the offer eagerly, his only condition being that, at the wedding, the place of honor would be given to his mother. You have seen, yourself, that his wish was granted. "Now, if you want to know why the whole town attended the wedding, I must say that it is because everybody likes Jacques. And," added Father Philip, with a cunning smile, "if I must tell all, you should remember that we are in the country, and we have had nothing else to talk of during the past three months."

SWEARING OFF NEW YEAR'S.

A Few Practical Hints Upon the Keeping of Good Resolutions.

Right here let me remark, writes Henry Guy Carleton in the New York World, that we have only one week more in which to prepare for the solemn annual renovation of our characters on New Year's Day, and it is the duty of every upright citizen to invest in a set of resolutions which will wash, hold their color and not shrink.

Nothing is more beautiful than to see a good and active man, full of hope and eggnog, on the last night of the old year, take a pledge that be will abandon all waywardness and guile and cleave only to the narrow baluster which leads up the golden stair and nothing is sadder than to see that same young man slip from perjury to perjury until the end of the first week finds him chin-deep in his old habits, with no chance for salvation worth 65 cents.

The fact is that all good New Year resolutions are made on New Year's eve and early morning, according to the following formula: 1. "Take same." (Resolves to get up every morning after New Year's at 7 o'clock.)

NEW YEAIi's XIOKJTTNG.

It can readily be seen by the student that resolutions and cocktails, good intentions and Santa Cruz sours, efforts at reform and absinthe in California style do not mix well in the human jug, and going home at 3 a. m. with a soul full of noble purpose and a tank full of ginsling is not a judicious preparation for a future life of ambition, temperance and zeal.

On awaking in the morning, New Year's, it was the young man's intention to spring exultingly from untroubled slumber, intone a hymn of praise and leap into his trousers anc the good work ef the year at once, instead of which he finds himself dreamily contemplating a Solferino cobra in the basin, a lemoncolored frog on the dresser and three pink mice disporting around the room in glee, and in his subsequent bromide meditations the holy purposes of New Year are cast aside for cracked ice and a wet towel. 2. "Same for me, George." (Resolves to smoke only five cigars a day.) 3. "I'll go you one more." (Resolves not to play poker Saturday night.) 4. "Well, I don't care if I do." (Resolves Jo swear only upon great occasions.) 5. "Settum up agin, Cholly." (Resolves to write further resolutions down in the morning.) 6. "What'll yave?" (Tries to think of another resolution. Fails.) 7. Abshizzin nannyzet. Whoo-oop." (Tries to remember resolutions already made. Fails.) 8. "Jusser ni' cap, f'lahs. 'M gointer seeyer home, Cholly. Gimme—gimmyer —gimmyer branny 'n jiagerale." (Resolves to have just one more more drink to straighten up on.) 9. "Ryenshel—shezzl—sizzl--you lee me lone! Guesser know at imadoin!" (They go out.) "Orri. Goo ni fl'ahs. Whew! Feel berrer now. Lemmy sit down on doorstep'n think." (Sits. A patrolman finds him one hour later.) "Whashmarreryou? Wherei live? Live uppin—uppin—uppin Fish anoo 'n fish—fish anoo 'n fisherd stree—'n I'm fullern—'n, I'm fullern ago—fish anoo, rember now—fish anoo'n fishy tree"

"FISH ANOON FISHT TREB!"

Hence it is, that when I see a strong man taking light-hearted oaths while ascending the rungs of a sky-scraping New Year's jag, I know he is in for three hundred and sixty-four days of perjury the year to come.

Man that is born of woman is brief and full of cussedness, and the ways of him are devious and full of snarls. Verily, he awakeneth in the morning and saith: "Lo, will I do this thus, and damfidont," and before the sun droppeth in the heavens hath he done it not thus, but otherwise, and the last state of that man is worse than the first.

Therefore, he that sweareth wisely sweareth not at all, but softly saith"Truly I know not what I will do tomorrow, nor next century, but this moment shall I do this, for lo I am doing it," and thus liveth he well from moment to moment, from hour to hour andday to day, and lo, the guileless moments have made the day, and the days have wrought the year, and he hath kept his oath, though none has he made, and lo, he shall war rich in the land in which he liveth, yet hath he no fun with the boys.

THE TEBRE HAUTE EXPRESS, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 8, 1886.

THE OLD MAN AND JIM.

Old man never had much to say, 'Ceptln' to Jim— And Jim was the wildest boj he had—

And the old man lea' wrapped up in him! Never heerd him speak bat once Er twice in my life—and first time was When the army broke eat, and Jim he went. The old man backln' him, fer three months. And all 'at I heerd the old man say Was, Jes' as we turned to start away, "Well good-bye, Jim.

Take keer of yoarse't!"

'Peared-llke, he was more satisfied Jes' leokln' at Jim And likln' him all to hisse'f-llke, see? 'Cause he was Jes' wrapped up In him! And over and over I mind the day The old man come and stood round in the way While we was drillia', a-watchin' Jim, And down at the (leepot a-heerln' Mm say. "Well good-bye, Jim.

Take keer of yourse'l!"

Never was nothln' about the (arm Dlsting'ished Jim Neighbors all ust to wonder why an ip. __ 'At Jim was the bravest boy we had In the whole derrt rlglment, white er black. And his flghtin' good as his farmln' bad'At he had led, with a bullet clean Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen, The old man wound up a letter to him 'At Cap. read to us, 'at said, "Tell Jim

eign The old man 'peared wrapped up In him: But when Cap. BIggler he writ back

Good-bye

And take keer of hlsse'f!"

Jim come back jes' long enough To take the whim 'At he'd like to go backln calvery—

And the old maa jes' wrapped up in him?— Jim 'lowed 'at he'd had such luck afore, Guessed he tackle her three years more. And the old man ga\e him a colt he'd raised And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade. And laid around fer a week er so Watchln' Jim on dress paradeTel finally he rid away. And last he heerd was the old man say. '•Well good-bye, Jim.

Take keer of yours'f!"

Tuk the papers, the old man did, A-watcnln fer Jim—

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Fully believln' he'd make his mark Some way—les' wrapped up in him! And many a time the word 'u'd come 'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum— At Petersburg, fer Instance, where Jim rid right into their cannons there, And tuk 'em, and p'lnted 'em t'other way And socked it home to the boys in gray As they skooted fer timber, and on and on— Jim a lieutenant and one arm gone, And the old man's words In his mind all day— "Well good-bye, Jim.

Take keer of yourse'f!"

Think of a private, now, perhaps, We'll say like Jim, 'At's dumb clean up to the shoulder-straps—

And the old man jes' wrapped up in him! Think of him—with the war plum through, And the glorious old Red-Wlute-and-Blue A-laughln' the news down over Jim, And the old man, bendin' over him— The surgeon turnln' away with tears 'At hadn't leaked fer years and years— As the hand of the dyln' boy clung to His father's, the old voice In his ears,., -.. "Well good-bye, Jim.

Take keer of yourse'f!"

1J imes Whitcomb Blley in the Century.

ISTI.Vf,UISHED DEAD OF 1887.

The list of distinguished dead of 1887 is neither longer nor more striking than that of or

dinary years. For_moral and social laws, even as manifested in the extent and character of the mortuary record, are, broadly speaking, unvarying and constant in their operation. Nevertheless, the necrological roll of the year which is dying contains many names with which the reading public in all parts of the globe have for years been familiar. For thousands of the good and great who were alive twelve months ago, Young's wailing query, "Where is the world?" may be answered in these lines of Byren: 'Tis gone, a globe of glass, Cracked, shivered, vanished, scarcely gazed on ere

A silent change dissolves the glittering mass. Statesmen, chiefs, orators, queens, patriots, kings And dandles—all are gone on the wind's wings.

The grim reaper has been particularly busy in the ranks of the statesmen. Among the distinguished politicians and publicists who have died within the year were ex-Vice President William A. Wheeler, James Speed, attorney general under Abraham Lincoln and one of the last survivors of the official advisers of the martyr president the Hon. R. M. T. Hunter, one of the most conspicuous of Virginia's members of congress of a third of a century ago Hon. Luke P. Poland, exSenator A. A. Sargent, E. B. Washburne, ex-Congressman and ex-Minister to France Gov. John S. Marmaduke, of Missouri Gov. J. R. Bod well, of Maine Daniel Manning, Clark Freeman, excomptroller of the currency Hon. Thos. C. Manning, minister to Mexico Hon. S. C. Moffatt, representative in congress from Michigan Gov. Washington Bartfett, of California, and the following exgovernors: William B. Washburne, of Massachusetts William Smith, of Virginia William Aiken, of South Carolina Luke Blackburn, of Kentucky Chauncey F. Cleveland and A. H. Holley, of Connecticut A. C. Gibbs, of Oregon W. R. Miller, of Arkansas Anson P. Morrill, of Maine, and W. H. Ross, of Delaware. Of the distinguished foreign statesmen and publicists who have departed within the last twelve months were Lord Iddesleigh and Sergeant Ballentine, of England Michael Katkoff, the Russian journalist and diplomat®, and Leon Clery Vacher, the French statesman and scientist.

Conspicuous among the literateura who have laid down their pens in the past few months are John G. Saxe, Sylvanus Cobb, Philip Burke Marston, Dinah Muloch Craik, Emma Lazarus, Benjamin F: Taylor, Mrs. Henry Wood, Charles J. Peterson, of Peterson's Magazine Lady Ann Brassey, author of "Around the World in the Yacht Sunbeam," Jean Victor Duruy, the Frenoh historian Alfred A. Fleury and Paul Feval, French authors, and James Grant, the English novelist.

Science, within the year, has been called to mourn the loss of E. L. Youmans, the writer on general scientific subjects Spencer F. Baird, naturalist F. V. Hay den, geologist Alvan Clark, manufacturer of optical instruments Daniel Davis, electrician William Cameron, explorer and geologist James B. Eads, engineer Sir Joseph Whitworth, British engineer and gunmaker Gustav R. Kerchoff, German naturalist Baron Theodore von Appolzer, Austrian astronomer E. M. Caro, French philosopher A. F. Pott, German philologist, and Francisque Michel, French archaeologist.

Among the notable theologians whose deaths have been chronicled within the year were Henry Ward Beecher Horatio Potter, bishop of the Protestant Episcopal diocese of New York William Bacon Stevens, head of the Protestant Episcopal diocese of East Pennsylvania Bishop W. E. Harris, of the Methodist Episcopal church, of New York William Greenleaf Eliot, chancellor of the Washington university, of St. Louis W. M. Greene, bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Diocese of Mississippi Alfred Lee, head of the Protestant Episcopal See of Delaware Truman M. Post, father of Congregationalism in the Mississippi valley Daniel McGettigan, archbishop of Armagh, Ireland Vicar General Quinn, of the Archdiocese of New York Peter John Beck, general of the Jesuits John Papst, a noted Jesuit controversi

al ist and missionary, and the Rev. J. H. Post, a well-known writer on theological subjects.

Law is represented on the death-list of the year by Judge Samuel H. Treat, of the southern Hlinois federal district David K. Cartter, chief justice of the Supreme court of the District of Columbia Wm. B. Woods, associate justice of the Supreme court of the United States Thomas S. Aste, associate justice of the Supreme court of North Carolina Judge John W. Harris, of Texas John G. Rogers, chief justice of the Circuit court of Cook county, 111. Augustus Soule, exjudge of the Massachusetts Supreme court Judge John P. Knowles,of Rhode Island Judge J. M. Berry, of Minnesota Judge James Jackson, of the Georgia Supreme court Chief Justice Walbridge, of Manitoba Sir William Young, exchief justice of Nova Scotia Sir Matthew Cameron, chief justice of the court of Common Pleas, Ontario, and James A. Lawson, of the court of the Queen's Bench, Ireland.

The world of art has suffered untold loss in the year by the death of Peter Hanson, landscape, artist Annie C. Shaw, portrait painter Samuel Cousins, British engraver J. S. Hofer, German sculptor A. E. Bellens, French sculptor J. N. Kramskoi, Russian painter Nicaise Keyser, Belgian painter J. R. H. Lazerges, French painter E. A. Ouidine, French sculptor Frederick T. Vischer, German art critic Philip Rousseau, French painter, and Gustav A. Guillamet, French character painter.

Conspicuous among the musicians, vocal and instrumental, whose names are inscribed on the year's death roll are Jenny Lind, Maurice Strakosh, the opera manager Mile. Aimee and Alice Oates, opera bouffe singers Charles Wehle, composer and pianist Edward Remenyi, Hungarian violinist Matteo Salvi, Italian composer Felix Couffey, French pianist Andrew Fairbairn, Scottish singer Auguste Massol, French vocalist E. H. L. Sloper, English pianist Wilhelm Valckmar, Prussian composer, and Filippo Filippi, Italian musical critic.

In the dramatic profession this gri 3 reaper has cut down John T. Raymond, Marie Zoe, Liza Weber, Alice May, George C. Howard, John Howson, Lillie Hinton, J. Sawyer, W. E. Sheridan, Mrs. Estelle Potter, Herr Schocne, German comedian Sir Charles Young, author of Jim, the Penman William Stuart and Tracy Titus, theatrical managers, and Jules Lacroix and Henri Jean, French dramatists.

Among the well-known educators who have died were: President Roswell D. Hitchcock, of the Union theological seminary, New York Prof. John Avery, of Bowdoin college Prof. G. W. Huntsman, of the University of the City of New York: Mark Hopkins, formerly

f'lerson,

resident of Williams college Jonathan of Union college John H. Wheeler, of the University of Virginia ex-President John B. White, of Wakeforest college, North Carolina Francis W. Tustin, of Buchnill university, Pennsylvania Henry Wary, president of Girard college Eleazer Roote, founder of Carroll college Moses Lyford, of Colby university, and Charles Short, of Columbia college.

The science of medicine has contributed many eminent names to the year's necrological list, the best known of which are those of Alonzo Clark, of the New York College of Physicians and Surgeons Theodore R. Varick, John M. Carnochan, James Knight, W. P. Shattuck,W. L. Wheeler, Ezra Dyer, Richard Quain, William Perry, Arthur Farre, British surgeon Luis Aranyi, Hungarian anatomist, and Bernhardt Langenbeck German surgeon.

The most distinguised names in the business world which are added to the year's mortuary record are those of John Roach, the shipbuilder Alexander Mitchell, President of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad Henry Brewster, carriage manufacturer Wesley J. Dodge, the inventor S. P. Rounds, formerly public printer, and the publisher of an Omaha newspaper at the time of his death and A. B. Hill, president of the New York stock exchange.

Within the year Rear Admiral Thomas T. Craven, Lieut. John W. Danenhower, Rear Admiral Theodore P. Greene, Commodore Charles Greene, Commodore P. C. Johnson, Rear Admiral J. R. M. Mullany, Rear Admiral J. W. A. Nicholson, Commodore W. P. Truxton, Commodore E. P. Lull, Lieut. Commander T. M. Gardner, Lieut. J. E. Jones, and other well-known naval officers have sailed over the dark river.

Death, too, has been thinning the ranks of the veterans. General W. B. Hazen, chief signal officer General Charles P. Stone, who won distinction as a soldier by his service on two continents General A. W. Doniphan, of Mexican war fame General J. P. Ricketts, first commander of the celebrated Ricketts Battery General Valdemar, a Polish insurgent chief and one of the Union officers in the war of the rebellion General Roswell S. Ripley, of the confederate army Major James P. McIlrath, of the secret service bureau of the United. States during the civil war, and Gen. Valentine Baker, who won imperishable glory in the British and Turkish armies, have been retired by the celestial mustering officer since the year began.

Among the celebrities difficult of classification who have died since the beginning of 1887, were Mrs. Abby Kelly, the famous Abolition speaker and writer Jennie Collins, the philanthropist, and founder of "Boffin's Bower," in Boston Daniel Pratt, the "great American traveler Herrmann, the well-known magician J. J. Upchurch, founder of the order of United Workmen John Taylor, president of the Mormom Church, and Muley-Hassan, Sultan of Morocco. [Globe-Democrat.

CHILDREN'S MANNERS.

Mrs. Bacon (of Chicago)—You allow your children a great deal of liberty. Mrs. Livre (of Boston)—I think it tends to make them self-reliant

Mrs. B.—I think it makes them unmannerly. Mrs. L.—Unmannerly?

Mrs. B.—Yes. If my children were to shoot off their mouths when company was present, I would send them to the nursery or to bed in two whisks of a lamb's tail.—[Boston Courier.

E S E E

At a recent meeting of learned men in Berlin it was said as a fact that when a bee has filled his cell with honey and has completed the lid he adds a drop of formic acid, which he gets from the poison bag connected with the sting. To do this, he perforates the lid with his sting. The acid preserves the honey.

MAN STILL TRIUMPHANT.

"There's no use of denying it, woman has the inventive faculty highly developed." "What did a woman ever invent?" "Why, the bell-punch for instance." Perhaps she did, but it was man who surmounted all obstacles and invented the whisky punch."—[Nebraska State Journal.

STABBED TO DEATH WITH SPEARS.

The True Story,'of How the Prince Imperial of Fraace Was Slain by Znlns.

The party halted and dismounted and made coffee. They sat down for a picnic in the slight shade afforded by the shadow falling to the south of the tall corn. The horses were turned loose, and no sentry was posted to protect the party. After an hour had elapsed one of the Kafirs warned Carey, saying: "Look out! I have seen a Kafir, a Zulu." But even then no effort was made to watch the surrounding territory. The horseB, however, were ordered to be brought closer, and some of the men caught and saddled them. In nearly two and one-quarter hours after the picnic had begun Carey consulted the prince as to his readiness to return to camp, which was plainly visible from where the party was, the ground being level with the slight exception of the dip into the Ityotyozi and ordinary topographical ir regularities. The distance between the prince and the camp was, as the crow flies, less than six miles. The prince assented and the party prepared to mount, the horses' tails being toward the cornfield and their heads toward the camp. The order "mount" had not died away when there came the crack of a little volley fired from behind and at a range of not more than twenty-four feet. Some had gained their saddles and some were still in the air when this startling interruption took place. Those who were fully mounted galloped off those who were half mounted scrambled on and followed as best they could. Two were flung to the ground, wounded, and the prince imperial, who was engaged in his usual vaulting performance, was left by his gray horse, which dashed after the other animals, but still in their rear and liable to be overtaken and caught. The prince, a swift runner, did catch the horse and again attempted a heedless method of mounting, this time seizing the left holster and making a spring. The holster broke and down he fell, the horse again getting away. Once more was he caught, fully 160 yards from the place of the first disaster. On this occasion he seized the stirrup leather, but it pulled out of its springs and he was thrown to the ground. The horse, now thoroughly frightened, now galloped away and gained the rear of the retreating party. Had it been in charge of a brave man a rescue could have been effected ten times before the final event occurred. Carey, however, rode away without even counting his followers. The young prince imperial, left to himself, saw the savages, who now appeared, nine in number. They killed one of the men who had fallen and were swooping down for a fresh victim. He made for the river bed to get shelter, but the Zulus, dividing, met him and cut off his pathway, forcing him to reascend the slope. He faced four savages argl vainly endeavored to defend himself with his revolver. The cunning Zulus dropped to the ground and hid behind their shields until the bullet storm was over, when throwing their spears (umkonto), they in turn became assailants. The odds were overwhelming and the prince was hit in several places, a stab over the eye bringing him down. Tho Zulu who slew the prince, on rushing upon the fallen prey, found him with his sword in hand on his knees, praying and feebly resisting at the same time. The brave and reckless youth was stabbed to death in the usual way, and his arms and ornaments were removed and sent by the Zulus to King Cetewayo with a report that some young officer had been overcome and the trophies forwarded as a duty token.

JEWS IN INDIA.

There are white and black Jews in Cochin, India, whose traditions state that they have settled there since the destruction of the Temple of Jerusalem. The women of the white Jews are extremely fair, and their skins look daz zling white by contrast with the black and bamboo colored population around them. They dress in fantastic robes with gay cloths about their heads and golden coins about their necks.

IT GOES EVERY TIME.

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Reporter—But she didn't look lovely. She's one of the plainest women I ever saw.

Citv Editor—Well, Great Scott, man, what difference does that make?— [Epoch.

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It is estimated that pin factories in New England turn out 10,800,000,000 pins yearly and that other factories in the states bring the number up to 18,000,000,000. This is equal to about one pin a dav for every inhabitant of the United States. ''-il

A QUEER ACCIDENT

A mail pouch that was thrown off at Augusta, 111., struck a stack of barb wire, bounded back under the wheels, and was carried for three miles, the letters being scattered along the entire distance. One man found 820 and another $64 which was in the pouch.

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A rich elderly lady by the name of Knowling took her own life at Pittsburg, O., on Christmas eve under the hallucination that she would not be able to pay her taxes.

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