Indianapolis Sentinel, Volume 34, Number 18, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 January 1885 — Page 12

THE INDIANAPOLIS DAILY SENTINEL, 3TJNDAY MOR&LNG, JANUARY 18 188SJ

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Hop on. hope ever. Though dead leaves are In mournful clutters feet: 'ncath yoar wandering Though wintry winds throat h caked boughs are The flowers are dead ; yet Is the memory sweet Ol ummer wind and countless roas glowing steatn the warm klaHsoftne generous sun. Hope on. .hope over. Why should tear b flow Inn? In every sewon ls some victory won. Hope on. hope ever, though yon deck loved treaaea JIla "hllng fingers for tbe lileat grave: IBOUftn told the cheek beueaih vour foni careaata. Look up, une Christian oul; becalm, be brave' uope on. nope ever. Taouzb jour hearu be treat int. Lt flower of reparation wreathe your crow. Deep in jour htajttoaie Leiveulj wiadoia wak Ink. Tor mortal life la full of change and loss. Dope on. hope ever, for locg-vanlhtd laces watch fur your comlDg ou the golden abore. Kn while you wniper in their vacant pUces Theblewed word. Notlos.t. but cone Uiore.' Hope on. hope ever, let your heart te-p sin gins? hen lo tuu bend iiiotu iL cnuichfard o l And fervent prayer your chastened thoughts are wineim. Through tih and uars, to the bright throne of iOU! Ilope on. hope ever. Let not toll at sorrow pull tbe wet maaic ol Uope'a heavenly voice, From eveay dawn oroe ray ol comfort borrow, That in tr.e eealnr you rmj tili rtjo ce Cope on, hope ever words b.youd comparing. veT to tue hearia that nameleas woes have riven: To all that mourn sweet consolation bearing. Oh, may tbey prove tbe christian's guide to lieavtn! Chambers' Journal. A LOXti SHUT. New Orleans Times Democrat. rrofessor Wild was delivering a course o lectures on science, to large audiences. lie ttm n great favorite with the public, and his lectures were invariably entertaining and instructive. On the night of the 21th o April his sabieet wai. "Projectiles." IIa be Can far back in ancient times, and described With wonderful distinctness, the curions old machine which the Romans used in siegts for throwing great stone? against the wall and fortifications of beleaguered cities, Thence, down through the middle ages, h traced the many changes and improvements in the icience of projtilss. uotil the inven tion of gunpowder. Here he laid himself out, and gave, with minute accuracy, the his tory o! artillery and small arms up to tb period, some forty years past, when firs began the series of improvements in long range guns, which culminated in the wen dartnl rifles and ii9e 1 cannons of the presen day. lie illustrated the subject with diagrams cn very large blackboard, showing the piece, cannon cr rlh, elevated lor a long knot, and tbe trajectory or path cf th elongated, conical ball. For a great distance from the kud, the track of tbe projectile was apparently straight and asceu iing t j a gres height; then it began to curve downward and the curve, slight at first, grew rapidly more ana more aec.aea, nutii at issi it was more downward than forward. Pictures o the projectile were drawn at a several point 1 . .1 a i w-v . ftiCDg its pain, ana me rroiesor c uiea par ticular attention to the fact that the xid o . a. a 1 1 . . tne can. teat is, tne imaginary line passing lengthwise and centrally through U, pre ff rred its parallelism to the barrel vl the gun throughout its entire course. In other words, if the gun was pointed upward at an deration of thirty uegrees. the projectile would all the way point upward at tbe same angle, ana anally ttrike its distant target not directly point foremost, but eotnewba side wise, point upward and base downward and make a hoie through it cf an elongated shape, more or less, according to the bit va tion ot tbe muz tie of tb? gun above it3 breech. He was to clear in hi3 explanation of prin clplea that the dullest listener could not fat to understand him. There wss one in tbe crowd, an ignorant man in book lore, bu one of a remarkably clever perception, who was mucn interested in the lecture and thor oughly comprehended what he heard. This waa Policem-n Powers. It was ordered tha an officer attend every lecture and Powers bad been detailed for that nigh . More than a week had elapjed. and two other lectures had been delivered. On the third day of May the Professor bad gone toon after breakfast, to the lecture hall, to draw the diagrams necessary I jr elucidation of the subject to be treated on tbe ensuiig night, lie had finished his drawings and waa leaving when he met a policeman at the door I beg pardon, Professor, for stopping yon but 1 bave come to consult you, and, i you'll be so good, to ask jour aid in a matte of business. My name is Powers, and I blODgtothe city force." To ask my aid, Mr. Powers?" said th Professor, "why ho is it possible for a man in zny business to aid one in yours?' 'I'll explain, sir, if yoa please," answered Powers, "ion see, sir, there s been a shock lag cauraer, or at ieau a xiuing. ior it tray cava been an accuent, and we are all at fault about it It's very strange, as you'll admit when I tall vou." ll viif a a va iu a a vhia, ouu i a ii4vja replied the Professor. tW11 f w Pa vava an a ! 1 t a "Yea, air: 1 11 be bort about it," and he rapidly gave the folio ving particulars: lienry Vandyke, a very wealthy man, forty years of age and unmarried, owned vacant lots on the remote borders of the city. a . x aa. . . Un tome or mem ne naa erected wen ar ranged residences, suitable for business men cf moderate incomes, and in one of these he bad lived for cearly twelve months. He alept In a room on the second floor, and his bed stood near a window looking out acrosi a wide waste ox unimproved land, in re was no building within three quarters of a mile In that direction, except an unfinished building about 300 yards distant, upon which workmen were then engaged. Mr. Vandyke had come home in a cab at a late hour and gone to bed as usual the night be fore. On that morning he was found dead in bis bead, shot through the heart. The ball had passed through the window-glass, through the curiain, through the bed cover, throueh his body, through the bed rail, glneed from the noor, asd stuck in the op tCSite Wftll. 1 was Terj large, neavv. en Ion rats d ball, and must have been fired from a run with a heavy ch trge of powder. in order to go with so much force The eun, too. must have made a tremecdjus re port, and yet it was certain that no report cf any cun had b?en heard on that night in that part of tbe city, nor, in fact, in anv other part, as was known frca particular inquiries at headquarters The bole tnrougn ico wiqujw glass was much higher than the bed, ah jwing that the ball was descending, as if it had been fired tram the clouds. The thing was entirely in ccaprehensible to the coroner and the cor oner jury. A man uau Deen killed at a lata hour of the eight, when all was hushed la dlsnca, by a gen wnoie report thould have been heard an orer me city, ana no pan bad been beard It was a hideous mys tery. Bat Powers naa an iaea. uavine heard that lecture he thought he understood Low the ball, it fired from aloDg distance end at an angle of great elevation, would reach it victim in descending curve C&lled In among the nrtt, ana oeing an oftttT, be ordered tbat the bod should not be moved nor tbe,bodv on the bti, and haying cxinoned the coroner with a jury, re cheated that they should leave everytning tbey found it. He then went in search of Prcfeasar Wild. "He s tha only man living:." dought Powers, "who can tell me where tilj ball came from." His quest resulted in C:a interview at the fcajL Frofeaor Wild jwas deeply interested, and rrmtd readilyto the officer's request Without a moment's hesitation they took a cab and drove rap'.dly to the tcene of the snrder.

Ttaccronere jury had made the cloiett lengand two feet in depth and width. It CJ2isti50 pctslble and rendered tbeirwaa not lj in level, but tad lt south end

som unknown person, eituer accidentally or .Conspicuously upon this bale lay a Urge intentionally." it was all they could Bay, for, white paper envelope. It was addressed to as no report of a gun had been heard, it was ;the ' Chief of Police." Impossible, as suggested by one juror, that) Tbe Professor saw it first, and, grasping it, anvone mounted on a ladder could have .exclaimed:

done it: nor could it have been fired from any near point outside upon the groucd. since the perforation in tbe window proved hat it was from an elevation. It came out n tne investigation mat air anayae naa no enemies that anyone knew ot in the city; hat about a month before, his serving man. Adolphe Werner, a Swiss, had left him to et emp'oyment eitewbere. taking with him a certificate of good character, and that Pat Rvan. an Irishman, had been hired in bis place. It was also shown that Mr. Vandyke was a little loote in his morals and quite a adv killer: tbat he had once been sued for breach of promise by a gardnei's daughter, and once been assaulted with a pistol by furious dameufe. whoee affections he had tn tied w i th. But these things had happened years aeo. The Professor learned these particulars ireru the coroner, who had started to leave just as be and Powers came up. They hurried to the room where the corpse lay, and where Officer Jones was keeping guard nntil his colleague should return. The body had not been removed. The rioreasor looked at the wound and then at the hole throueh the glass. It was clean cut, but not round, as would bs made by a ball btriking directly point foremost, but slightly elliptical in shape, and sharper at the top than at the bise. lie then examinea tne oau.wnicn the coroner had left on the table, and which was battered somewhat out ot shape. "Powers," taid the Professor, "this shot was fired at a distance of not lees than 1,000 Tnen stepping to the window, he looked out in the direction from which it had come. He saw, 200 yards otF, the unfinished build ing mentioned above, surrounded with scaffolding, upon which workmen were busiJj employed. "What is beyond that house?" he aiked. 'If you please," said Regan, the Irish serving-man, "a week ago jou could see a fourstory building a long way off. beyond that. but now they have run up the walls ox that hjuse so high that you can't see it." ''Cou'd you see it from the roof of this house?" questioned the ProfeeBor. ' Maybe you could, sir," replied Regan; "any way it is easy to go up and look: there's a way out to the top.'' "Then show ns, my man, and we'll go," responded the Professor. They soon mounted to the roof, and be he'd, over the top of the unfinished building, a large four story structure, at least three quarters of a mile distant. Officer Jones said it had been erected for a manufactory of some kind, but now was a sort of tenement-house, in which a large number o! pjor people, mostly foreigners, lived. After a brief inspection they descended, and, At tbe request of the Protetsar, Officer Jones was dispatched to an instrument maker's for an engineer's transit compass and a large spyglass. While Jones was absent on this errand the Professor stretched a slender twine from the bullet hole in the window, out perpendicu larly over the point where the fatal wound was made, for the purpose of defining the exact course of the projectile. This done, and while still waiting for the instruments, he took out his memorandum book and pencil, and at once plunged into the labyrinthine mazes of tbe calculus. x Forgetful of sll ehe, he was computing the approximate dis'ance at which the shot had been tired. He became satisfied that the path of the ball was between 1,200 and 1,225 yards in length. Jones now arrived with the transit and spyglass. Having carefully located the former in a direct line with the twine, the Profe&bor leveltd it and then noted the couree of the needle. It proved to be 12? east ot north, lhe instrument was now moved to the top ot the house, and by means of meisurements from the chimney, both be low and above, was located on its tripod di rectlv over the epot where it had stood in the room beneath. Having leveled it in the new position, he set it to the exact bearing of 12a east of north, and then applied his eye to the revolving telescope. It swept the ea3t end of the distant tenement buildiagthe crods of the SDider lines passing in sue. cession over the four end windows, placed one over another in the four different sto ries. From this direction undoubtedly came the shot. The telescope was permitted to ret on the fourth story window, for that one dill red in appearance from all the others. Next, taking up the spvglass, the Professor gazed through it long and steadily at the four windows. He saw the first, second nnd third story rooms were all occupied. The windows were open and there was light enough to .ee objects inside. In the first an old woman sat sewing by a table; in the sec ond a child was playing, and in the third a AO 2, had his paws on the window sill looking out liut the room in the fourth story was impenetrable; the window was dark and evidently curtained heavily inside, while at the same time there was a small square opening through one of the panes, and through the curtain into the darkened room. "Mr. Powers," said the man ot science, dropping his glass, "tbe shot was fired from tha room m the fourth story in the east end of tbe building. It suiely must have been an accident, for the walls of the interyening house which they are building out there obstruct the view between that window and the one below us, so that it was impossible, even if any one desired to kill Mr. Vandyke, for him to take aim, and that in the night, too, while, at the same time, in order to reach up at an angle that would carry the shot itse f far over the top of this new house. It was surely a random shot fired through that equare cut in the but stop why that cut through the window? They say a week ao these walla had not gone up high enough to cloe tbe view. Could it be ha! Incredible, yet possible." Tbe learned gentleman was evidently talk log to mmsaii ana not to tne ignorant men who tooii hpfrida him on the roof. Ha ai lently reflected for a minute kefore address ing them again. "Mr. Powers." said he at last, "we bad bet tergo at once to that room; 1 am inclined to think we may get the trutn there." In thirty minutes they were all three at the main entrance of the building. They round, sitting in the door, a man with a wooden leg who acted as doorkeeper. To their inauiries he promptly responded that tbe fonnh story-room, in the east end, was rented by Adoiphe Werner, a 8wiss. This announcement brought simultaneous exclamations from all He was the servant who hid left Vandyke a month before, and in whoee p'ace Regan now was. Asking if Werner was at home they learned tbat he had gone away early in the morning, carrying a value in his hand. His rent wan paid for a month in advance, and he had left his key with the janitor, sayiog that he might come back in a day or two, or that he might not come at all. In the latter case he sad the agent should, at the end of tbe mnth, unlock and take possession of his rqom 'Having got the key they mounted to the fourth story and traversed a long, dark pas sse to the east end. They stood before the door of that mysterious chamber, whose impenetrable daikness held the secret of Henry V andvke s murder. They opened ana en tered. A dim lint from tbe corrider fol lowed them into the apartment, enabling them to see that there were three heavily curtained windows, two looking east and one south, toward Vandyke's residence. Officer Powers tore tbe curtain from one of the east windows and let in a full flood of daylight. There were two chairs, and in one corner a small cot with scant cover. By one window was a long, narrow table or bench, upon which were hing a number of workman's tools, files, hammers, pliers, bita of iron and rggmenb of wire, with a snail vise screwed on one end. Near the middle of the room was a strong wooden frame firmly fastened to the fljor with screws; it was aooui tne height of a table Across it lay a large bale of old heavy carpeting, not round, but fiateued on the sides, it was aDOut six ieet

"Ah! here is something that will reveal

the eecret." Seating himself, he tore out the contents, a number of closely written sheets of paper. and Powers and Jones stood by him, wniie he read tbe following confession of Adolphe Werner: Monsieur. I write this to save any inno cent person who may be charged with the death of Henry Vandyke. 1 killed him. Ten minutes ago the fatal messenger sped from me to him sped in three seconds. Ah, Monsieur! he did to me a horrible crime. Mon D.eu! he killed my Marie, my wife, my aDgel! Kot the drug which he gave her killed. So, but the shame horrible! My Marie, my lost, lost Marie! Monsieur, do yoa see this paper stained? I have not wept till now. My nerves have been steel and my heart adamant. But he is dead, and now I weep for Marie. Behold the story. I was the most skilled workman totnplojea in a manufactory of firearms in my native country. I became profoundly acquainted with the rine in lta utmost capabilities. I even made some important improvements in long range guns. Misfortune befell us there. JSot my lauit. not hers, though her beauty, yes, her beauty, waa the Innocent cause. We sacrificed our property, parted with tbe little cottage where we lived in the loveliest yalley f the Alpe, abd came thither. We struggled for two years in great poverty, until he, Henry Vandyke, found ns among the poorest of his poor tenants. He employed me as a servant. I was glad to serve for wages, and was crace more happy. I did not lodge in his house. but in a hired apartment with Marie. went to my service early and came late. One day he enticed Marie from her house by an unheard of deception. It was an unspeakable crime. In two weeks my angel . She is with the good saints above. My resolution was at once taken and I be gan to devise the plan. But. Monsieur, one thing troubled me.' Every night Marie came to me and stood by my bed. tJhe was very sad. and I thoueht. I feared she disapproved, though she did not speak. It troubled me, I say, and in the night I faltered; but when tbe day eame my purpose came again. I had often observed, from the window of his sleeping-room, this tall building, nearly a mile distant. I rented this apartment. I next went to an importer of firearms and sought for a ride made in my own country. I found one of the largest size that had the name of my old employer on it, I have no doubt I am certain my own hand-t have wrought upon it: it haa my mark. 1 bought a suitable telescope, and baying fitted it with a cross of spider-lines, I attached it to the rifle, as the surest means of taking far and accurate aim. I made twenty-fire cartridges with the greatest care. 1 made tbe leaden bullets very long and compressed them in a nicely finished mold, so aa to ptve them an increased and uniform density The powder in every one wa gauged to a perfect eauality of weight. It was necessary, next, to find the exact distance from this room to his room. Before nndetaking it I procured a quiet discharge from his service. There was no qnarrel.no anger, on either part. Tnen at night, with a red light, rd. so that I might distinguish it from others placed in the window of this room to guide me, I carefully walked at a natural pace from the wall under his win dow to the wall under this window. I re peated this for several nights. My paces from one wall to the other, with little varia tion in the results, averaged 1,514. By walk ing 100 measured yards, and counting the steps, which numbered 125 and one third over, I learned that the exact distance from his window to mine is 1,208 yards. Add three yards from my window to the centre of my room, and two yards from his window to the centre of his bed and the whole is 1,213 yards. A very long shot, but all the better for that, since I knew the gun could be relied on to make it. Next, taking rifie and cartridges, I, went into the country. Finding a suitable locality, I boarded with a farmer. I constructed a target, and with a tape-line measured off 1,213 yards. One might suppose that I could have dispensed with the tape line and have depended for getting the distance on stepping it as before. But this would not have been satisfactory, for in walking a given distance at his natural pace one does not make the eame number of steps in the night as in the day. I was careful even to take the 100 yards above mentioned at night, and exactly along the line between tbe two rooms. After experimenting for seveial days and firing twenty rounds, J got my telescopic sights so perfectly adjusted that the last five shots struck within a half inch of the centre of the bullseye of the target. This bullseye was invisible at the distance, ex cept through the telescope. It was sufficient, and I came back to the city having been absent a little more than a week. I was surprised on my return to see a new building in process of erection exactly on the line between my room and Henry Vaudyke's room. Its location is much nearer his than mine, and I saw at once that if it was to have as many as three stories, it would, when completed, obstruct the view from my window to his, and prevent me from taking aim at his bed. On inquiry I learned that it was to be three stories, and it was going up rapidly. It became necessary to act with dispatch or my plans would be frustrated. 1 therefore at once set about constructing a strong frame or wood, firmly fastened to the floor, as you see it. Two days were consumed in this work, while, in the meantime, the walls of the new structure were rapidly rising I watched their progress with eager anxiety. On the third day the frame was ready early in tne morning and my rifle was placed upon it, pointing toward the window of Henry Vandyke. It rested between clamps provided for it and arranged to be tightened securely. It now remained only to give it the right aim aid secure it. Looking through the telescope I saw that the curtain of the bed-room window had not yet been drawn. He had not waked up. At about 10 o'clock the curtain was raised and the sash thrown up. The master had gone, and Agnes, the chambermaid, had come to make up the bed and arrange the room. I could see her distinctly, with her bare arms and her frowzy hair. She made up the bed, and, to my regret, placed upon it a white coverlet, I had hoped she would place on it the red coverlet which, during my service, had often been used. ' I taw at a glance that the white coverlet was a serious difficulty, because the plastering of the wall seen beyond the bed, was also white, and at si great a distance might make the outlines of the bed very indistinct Had the red coverlet been on the contrast in color would have tendered it easy for me to fix the aim of the rifle on any part of the bed. I found my fears verified. With long effort and straining of my eyes it was impossible to fix the aim with that certainty which was abso lutely necessary for a fatal shot. With any uncertainty of the result I would not risk it. For. to ahoot throueh tne window, to hit his bed, aje, even to strike mm witnoui anting, would be to p ace him forever on his guard and lead him to suspect me, since ne, though he only of all living persons, knew what cause I bad to hate, what provocation I had to kill him. No; better give up this plan and try some other thin try and Tail. I was in despair. That new building, thoee intervening walls, were running up so fast that they would in twenty-four hoars hide his window from mv sight, Bat for that there had been no difficulty, because I knew that In two or three days at most the red coverlet would replace the white, and then all would be easy, it almost aisiractea me to minx mat a i i . .1 . 1 a Ab a plan so splendid in conception, so sure in its results, snouia d aeieatea or mis in fernal wall. I tore my hair: I cursed the workmen. It seemed that they were madly energetic and fast in their work. I spent the remaindor of the day in watching the window and the rising wall, hoping against hope. At nigh I could not rest. I walked many miles, and came back to my room at the dawn of day and got a few hours of troubled sleep. It was half-past 8 whan I

awoke. Ah. that wall! I look through the

telescope and see that it has gone up as much as two feet since the evening, and its line shews against the window sill ot vandyke s room. In an hour it would hide the bed. But see! While I look the curtain is drawn and thea?b raised. It is Agnes; she wears a dark town. She turns away and I can see tbat she is arranging things. 6he pasees the window with a broom in her band; but she doesn't sweep. 6he comes back to the window, looks out and goes away. Boon returning, she goes to work on the bed. This operation I watch almost in an agony Will she will she spread the red coverlet? But she stops. I think she goes out of tbe room, leaving the bed only half made np. Several minutes elapse and I grow impatient. At last she returns. Now sbe takes up the bolster, shakes it, beats it and smoothes it. then she lays it on the bed Bbe spreads two sheets, then two white blankets. I am breathless: it is the supreme moment! Alas, alas! She takes up the eame white coverlet, with a jerk, and spreads it over all! Thete is no use: all is over. It most be abandoned this magnificent plan! Before another morning the window will be hidden by the wall. I rose and paced my room, but I could not think what to do. At any rate. the rifle was to be removed, and the useless frame torn up. Finally 1 turned to do It But, before doing it, I stooped to take one las; look. I applied my eye to the telescope.! Agnes was standing at the window, gazing out this way. She was apparently regarding the workmen on tbe new building, tine had a book in her band; she is a constant reader of trashy novels. As I looked, she turned, got upon the bed. her master's bed, arranged a pillow and lay down to read. Mon uieui I was startled with a thought. Her form. dressed in black, upon the white bed, offered the desired contrast and made the best tar get I could ask for. Just as sbe was lying, would her master Jay at night! in a mo ment, but gasping with excitement, I ad justed the rifle in its clamps, until the cross of the spider lines in the telt&copd rested di rectly upon the region of her breast, and fastened it securely unmovably. If the rifle had been charged and fired then, the ball would have pierced the heart of Agnes. I rtse in my excitement and walked the floor. I came back, shook, or tried loshake the frame, and looked again. There was no dif ference the aim was perfect. I went out to cool my fevered pulee and walked aimlessly for hours. When I re turned the bed and the g'eater part of the window were hidden by the wall. No mat ter now. All the better, in fact, since this wall would not iuterfere with the passage of the rifle ball, because by reason of elevation of the rifle for long range it would pass above that building. I cow carefully loaded the rifle. I then proceeded to inclose it all around with boards, forming a box. There is a hole In the upper end of this Pax, as you may see, for the free passage of the ball. You sse also an opening in the window, exactly in line. through which tbe ball could make its exit from the hoase. From tue lower end of the box iwtues a cord, which is attached to the trigger of the rifle, the hammer of which was drawn back in readiness for tiring Next I proceeded t i cushion tbe box and envelop it all around a ith many folds of old sail c!oth and carpeting. You see that it re sembled a bale of old carpeting. The object of all this was to so deaden the sound that the report of the rifle might not be heard outside of this room. Finally I curtained tbe wimdow?, as you see. Every thing was now ready,but I purposely waited till that wall should reach completion; for I knew tbat then the observer, looking out of Henry Vandyke's window, after his dtath, would not be able to eee this bniiding. The detective will not dream that the shot which caused his death passed ov r the top of the edifice, but will take it for granted that it was aimed by some one frcm its walls, or from the ground in front, Thus the deed will be involved in mystery, until this statement is read, and that will be at the end of the month, when the aeent enters to take possession. At that time I shall be far away. During this interval I had-tbe casket of my Marie, placed near tne shipping in a convenient warehouse, ready to be carried aboard ship at any moment. Monsieur It is nearly told. On yesterday I found a vessel making ready to sail early this coming morning. I took passage, and had the sasket stowed aboard. Five hours ago it was 10 o'clock and it is now 3 I twok my position in the dark out on the ground In front of Henry Vandyke's house, and awated bis coming. He was late but he came a little before 12 A cab brought him. He alighted, paid and dismissed the driver, and entered. Scon a light shone tbrough its curtain and I saw his shodow pass several times. In five minutes the light was extinguished. It was enough, 1 knew that he was lying in his bed, Just where gceslay when I drew aim upon her. Col inly I walked hither to my room. I lit my lamp, and, taking a chair, sat down within reach of the little cord that comes out from the box. I took it in my hand, which did not tremble. 1 thought of my Marie and the wrong he did her, and I pulled. There was a slight tremor in the box, there was a dull report, and I listened. It may be fancy, but I think I heard the bul let hissing through the air as it sped, in three seconds, to its fatal aim. And it may be fancy again, but I think I heard it "click" through the window and strike its victim There followed soon, however, a sound that was not fanciful. Monsieur, do you be lieve in the supernatural? A few seconds, ten or fifteen, after I pulled the cord, and after Henry Vandyke was, as I knew, dead. there rose upon the stillness of my room prolonged, unearthly moan, a despairing wail, as of some being that sneered pre ter natural agony, it was a little like the mournful howling of a dog. But it could not be a dog, for there is no dog in this build ing. ine man who rooms neiow me is a night watchman for some warehouse, and once kept a dog, but lost him. and if he had recovered him I should have known it No, it was not a dog; it comes from some being not of earth, and it is somewhere in this building While I pondered what it was it came again, and so it has continued to re peat itse!', at regular intervals, all through this n igt t. It came a few seconds ago. It makes me shiver, but 1 do not fear. Can it be the soul of Henry Vandyke, wailing in t3rment? Can it be an utterance from tbe realms of eternal woe? May it be his spirit come back to haunt me li so. l reiuse to De naunteo. ii ne comes, in his unutterable woe, to visit me with re morse, then I decline to feel remorse. Yes. I shiver, but I do not fear. Why, Monsieur, have you not felt, has not the conviction grown upon you, while reading this, that . - m a aaww am a man sen aoomea to aie r les. as soon as I shall have placed my Marie beneath the sod of the Alpine Valley which she loved. shall die upon her grave. Why therefore should I fear a ghostly visitor? There! I hear it again. It causes me to shiver, but I do not fear. Be ouiet, thou miserable thing! If thou dost sutler tbe tor ments of the damned it is thy due! I do not repent: I do not regret. Monsieur, you know all. I ask of yoa one iavor. Antoine, the one-legged janitor, is poor but he is good. I bequeath to him all I have in this room: let him have iL And now, my Marie, it is almost day. and we shall go. hare wall, accursed scenes of ali my woe. Monsieur, adieu. Adolphe Wirris. The Professor laid down the manuscript and looked at his companions They bad listened with intense interest. "Well." said he. "this is the most diaboli cal deed I ever heard ot. It makes me ner voua to th'nk of it." Little was eald among them, for they did cot lent like ta'klng, but they tore away the covering, and broke up tbe box, and found the rifle, clamped as described. Inquiry was made, and it was found that Adolphe Werner had shipped a box and taken passage on a vessel that sailed early In the morning, cleared for a port in the Meditterraneao. But it was too late to think of overhauling him, and, as there was then no ocean cable, no eccrt was made to arrest him in Europe. Alp a a.

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m uo doubted that men have boo m u-i Aur.s where each one haa eetabllebed his hearu ni lae inn of bis possession and fortunes, tfttiace ha wlU not depart If nothing calls hits ray; whence if he haa departed he eesa to be a m larer, and if he returns he ooae to wa cet atmen fron Civil Law. Then stay at home, my heaxi. and rest Che bird la safest In tbe neti O'er all that nutter their wlnp aaa Cj i tawk is hovering In tha sky." YODNO FOLKS. The Lament of a Left-over Doll. I'm a left-over doll, and I grieve to relate How sad La my loriune, how lonely my fate; For I had no notion that 1 should lie here. Forlorn and neglected, at this time of year. Oh. long before Christmas they dre&sed me up fine No dollle had clothes any better tban mine; And 1 ratber imagine 1 looked very nice, As many fine ladles inquired my price. 1 waa handled and dandled and fondly caresaed. My t eauty admired, my valae confessed, And yet for some reason or other was I Put baca in tnu ihow cae, tbe buyer went by. One dear little matfeu came into tbe rtore; Sbe saw toe, and for me began to implore. And Mid that there wasn't a doll in tne place A ith a l.adtomer dress or a lovelier face. Sbe stared at me long, so of cour I tared back And taw tbat her eyes were a beautltui black ; And 1 wanted to speak, but 1 couldn't because 1 hadn't been made with a hinge in my jaws. I dreamed about Christmas, and bow I should be Btnck Into a stocking or upon a tree. Then carrie-i about in my miatreas' arms That all mieht admire my wonderful charms. But Santa CUua came, aud be went on his way, And took with him many a doll 1 dare say. But as I've a chance to loot round me, 1 bnd That dozens and dozens have been left benind. If you were a left-over dollie yonrbeif. You'd know how I feel lying here on the shelf iso lone after Cnriatmas; and wouldn't expect Me to smile at old 8anta Claus' cruel neglect. They've marked down my price: and I very much fear That those who buy cheaply will hold me lew dear: And the army of curious shoppers I shun. slBce I had no part in the holiday fun. The I'rlnter Hoy. About the year 1725, aa American boy some nineteen years old found himself in London, where he was under the necessity of earning his bread. He was not like many young men in thee days, who wonder around seeking work, and who are "willing to do anything" because they know how to do nothing; but had learned how to do something and knew just whero to go to find something to do; so be went straight to a printing office, and inquired if he could get employment "Wtere are yoa from?" inquired tbe foreman. "America," was the answer. "Ah," said the foreman, "from America I a lad from America seeking employment as a printer! Well, do you really understanu the art of printing? Can you set type?" The young man stepped to one of the casee. and in a brief space tet up the following pas sage from the first chapter ot John: "Nathanlal Bald unto him, Can there be any g-od thing come out of Nazereth? Phil ip paid unto him. Come and see." It was done so quickly, so accurate, and administered a delicate reproof so app.opri ate and powerful, that it at once save him influence and standing with all in tbe efflce. He warxed diligently at bis trade, refused to drink beer or strong drink, saved his looney, returned to America, became a printer, pub lisher, author, Postmasierdeneral, member of Congress, signer of the Declaration of In dependence, ambassador to royal courts, and finally died In Philadelphia, April 17th, 171HJ, at the age of eighty-iuur. inn of years and honor: and there are now more than a hundred and fifty counties, towns and villages in America named after that same printer boy, Benjatnan Franklin, the author of "Poor Richard's Almanac." When I was a Boy In thtna. Babyhxd is the most enjoyable stage in the life of an Oriental. It is the only period when his wishes are regarded and when demonstrations of affection are shown him. The family regulations in China are such that so soon as a child begins to understand, he is not only taught to obey, but also loses his freedom of action: nor does he fully recover it till he is old and past the brief season of youthful enjoyment. Every person in China is in strict subjec tion to somebody. The child is subject to his parents or guardian. They, in turn, are subject to their parents, who are liable to be called to account by the elders of the clan. The magistrate is considered the father of the people he rules over; and the Emperor stands in the same relation to his subjects as the father to his children. Women are subject to their fathers or husbands. All are subject to the national laws. Accordingly obedience and respect, rather than affection, are required of the Chinese child. His home-life, tnerefore, is con strained, sober and dull. The boy attains to the ideal character only when he habitually checks his affectionate impulses, suppresses his emotions and is uniformly respectful to his superiors and uniformly dignified with his inferiors Therefore the child is early taught to walk respectfully behind his su periors, to sit only when he is bidden, to speak only when questions are asked him, and to salute his superiors by the correct designations. It would be the height of impropriety for him to mention his father's name, or call his uncles and elder brothers by their name. (Children call their father "A-de," or "A-ye," which corresponds to papa in English. Mamma in Chinese is "A mi." Tne syllable A is prefixed for the sake of euphony or convenient pronunciation. In the eame way, we nay, "A-suk" for uncle, "A-ko" for elder brother, "A-ka" elder sister. 'Cousinson one's father's side are reckoned as brothers.) He must rise from his seat hen they approach him. If he is taken to task for anything he has done he must never contradict, never seek to explain. Such an offence is not easily forgiven and double punishment is likely to immediately overtake the offender. How often have I rued my imprudence in contradicting my parents, uncles or teachers! Often I was but simply trying to give the explanation of seemingly bad conduct. But the Chinese take no explanations from those subject to them, it is better for an accused san. pupil, or servant to suffer punishment in silence although he may be conscious of no wrong doing. This seems very unreasonable; and, in fact, it does foster s&llenntss and a spirit of rebellion which fear alone keeps under. But the Chinese deem this method absolutely necessary for the preservation (of authority. In every household the rattan stick is always ready to the htnd of the majestic wrath of outraged family law. It is not my intention to represent the Chinese as naturally cruel. They are not. They simply maintain family discipline by customs handed down from OLe generation to another. Fathers and teachers have undergone the same training The customs of their ancestors enjoin it, the teachings of Confucius proscribe it, and the laws of the empire arm it with authority. Indeed, among the lower and lees educated clt&ses, we find family discipiline less strict j than among the higher orders of our people, i I happened to be born in a higher middle condition of life. There is no such thing as caste in China, in the sense that caste exists in India. In China, wealth, and literary and official honors ennoble a family and can lift it from a lower to a higher plane. The regulations and government of my family were as rigorous as possible, I lived the years of my childhood in a shrinking condi tion of mind. Like all youngsters I wanted to shout, juaap, run about, show my resentments, and mv affections, give my animal spirits and affectionate impulses full play. But like a colt in training for the harness I was checked and curbed, my tongue was bridled and my feet clogged, by fear of try elders My father was a stern man as was his father before him. I remember him vividly by the beatings I got from him. Yet be was truly good and kind. Though the times when I required punish

ment were comparatively rare, I remember a constant sense of dread lest I should do

something out ot the way of a well bred Chinese lad. The bamboo rod hang over mv head like the s word of Damocles. My mother (who is still living) saved me from It blows many a time by giving me timely warning or by keepicg my misdemeanors m ai. aaa . irom my lamer e knowledge. Uut she was not so foolishly indu'gent as to spare me when I truly deserved punishment Uur immediate tamiiy consisted or my parents, a brother four years older than I, one two years younger, and myself. I bad two sisters who had did before my birth; by the cause of natare let me add, for the bor rible practice of feu. ale infanticide was in our rait of the moire only htard of in stores, and not without a shudder. A ajhlld's Favaclea. Up into the cherry tree Who snould climb but little me? 1 held the trunk with both my hands, And looked abroad on foreign lands. I eaw tbe next-door garden lie Adorned with flowers before my eye; And many pleasant places more That 1 hud never seen before 1 taw the dlmp'ing river pass And be the tky's blue looklng-glaas ; The dusty roads go up and down rt itfc people tramping Into town. If t could find a higher tree. Further and further 1 sbould aee. To where the arown-up rirer slips Into the sea among the salpa. fir vhni th wrxvla on ithf? hnS fid onward into fa'rv-land. Where all tbe children dine at five. And sll the playthings come alive Robert Louis Htevenson, Anna Story for Olrla. Eleanor Kirk in Youth's Companion. It would have been a hard position for most girls, but for Anna Campbell it was ne scribtngiy painful. After reading the stoiy many reader will no doubt say tbat Anna Campbell was a very foolish girl. Others wilt feel tbat her position was a trying one, and tbat she behaved as well as most girls would have behaved under such circutn stances Here is the story : The dining room in which Anna sat, was a bright, sunny apartment, with birds in the windows and a Maltese cat slumbering be fore the open nre. ine breakfast service was very tastelnl and pretty, and every ap pointment ot the room betokened comfort and good cheer. Indeed, there seamed bat one drawback to perfect domestic harmony This was Auoa. A fine-iooking gentleman, of forty-five or thereabouts, sat at the foot of the table and dispensed beefsteak, fried potatoes and boo mots in a manner which most persona would have considered extremely agreeable. Not so to Anna. To her Colonel Demer was au ogre, a handsome, polished Blue Beard, vcho smiled because his teeth were line, and was kind to everybody because his ovsrweemng vaniry and desire to be I popular. In this respect, as in many oth era. Anna was very mucn mistaken. A beautiful woman presided at the coffee urn. Tnere seemed the best possible under standing between this lady and the gentle man. There certainly should have been, for they were husband and wife. What is more the Jady was Anna's mother, who had bee married to uoionei Demer three or four months. This is all there is to offer an extenuation of . Anna's unhappy conduct. For some reason inexplicable at least to Anna she had been placed, on the day of their arrival, on the Colonel's left hand; and because ehe was too proud to have it seen ehe did not like her seat, not because she would have cared in the least about hurting the Colonel's feelings, she had taken it regularly three times a day and made aerte'f as disagreeable as possible. How? By an uusmiiing face, and an exaggeration of manner that made her appear like a haughty guest, instead of a member ox tne family. Between Colonel Demer and his wife sat Paul Demer, a young man of eighteen, an invalid and a cripple. He was seldom able to come to the table. This was one of the exceptional days, öonie years previous a fail on the ice had caused a spinal trouble, for which there seemed no cure, and very slight aheviation. At his right sat Lulu Demer, a girl of eight, and on the other aide of the table Frank Demer, a lad of fifteen. This const! tuted the whole family. "We are going to gather holly this morn ing, Anna,"- Eald Colonel Demer, after he had waited upon them all, "and I hope you will make one of the party." "Thank you!" replied Anna, stiffly. "Does that mean yes or no?" inquired the gentleman, wun a smiie, determined to vary the programme a little by teasing. The girl s face flushed as she answered, ' it mean 8 no, Colonel Demer, if you will have me be so impolite." "Excuse me if lam not able to see where the impoliteness comes in, in politely declin ing an invitation." said the Colonel, In his usual quiet manner. He then turned and said, "I hope you feel able to ride as far as the woods with us, Paul?" There was an indescribable tenderness In tbe man's voice as he addressed the invalid, which was by no means lost on Anna, though at that time she would not have admitted it, even to herself, ' Oh, if I only could!" said Paul, with a wistful look toward Mrs. Demer, of whom be was very fond, and in whose judgment he had learned to confide. "If m ether thinks 'twil be all right," he continued. "A ride this morning wonld be against the doctors orders, Paul," said the lady. "But if you keep pretey well to-day, I think by to morrow he will prescribe one himself lam very sorry to disappoint you, dear." '0b, It's no matter." said Paul, bravely. "The fact is, I forgot all about the doctor." Mrs. Demer rose from the table and was about to wheel the invalid away, but stooped, with her bands on the back ot the chair, and said. "I ara sorry to say that I have an unpleas ant duty to perform this morning; one 1 should be very glad to disregard if that wer possible. My daughter wishes it te be understood by the family that she not only does net want any Christmis presents given her, but tbat ehe will under no cifcum stances accept any.'" "Oh, i-u't that poky!" broke in tbe impulsive Frank. "If I were Anna, I'd take theia, if I threw them into the fire afterward!' And unable longer to restrain his anger, he rose and left the room. "I think you might at least have waited, minima, until I was out of the room," said Anna as she moved toward the door. "If there is one thing more di&agreeable than another, it is a scene." "I agree with you, Anna," said Mrs. Demer; "and especially a scene of this kind. I delivered your message while you were present so that you might have an opportunity of witnessing the effect of your resolve. Now" as Anna hesitated on the threshold "you may be excused." This little episode had taked Mrs. Demer's patience and nerve to the utmost. Paul reached up and took the hand that resUd on the back of his chair, and Mr. Deemer kissed his wife and entreated her to think no more about it. Frank returned to ask his mother's pardon for being so hasty, and Lulu declart d she'd never love Anna any more as long as she lived. Two hours after, Anna was sitting in her own room reading. Her door waa locked and bolted. A quick, imperative knock caused her to rise and open it. Why she so carefully secured herself against intrusion, is hard to tell; but she certainly seemed very much in earnest as she attended to this process of locking and barring; and yet no one ever invaded her privacy, not even her mother. "Please come to Mr. Paul!" said a frightened chambermaid, who stood at the door. "He's in one of his spasms, and I don't know what t3 do." "WelL if yon don't know, how should I?" replied Anna, tartly, aa she followed the girl; for no other reason, so far as I can see, than that the girl's will was stronger than hers. Poor Pauli There be lay, pale and rigid,

looking aa if the death-angel had already claimed him. Then the muscles relaxed, and

he moaned piteously "O mother mother! Why did ou eo way? What shall I do?" This was the first time that anna had heard the word mother pronounced bv anv of the members of this family when it had not filled her heart itn agony. "Paul, what does mamma do for von?" she inquired, bending over the sufferer. "You here: whispered rani, ao surnrieed that even in the midst of his piin, he cculd not help expressing it. and then, trying to smile "Don't be frightened, Anna; it will be over presently' " x ee rem," said Anna, with an earnest ness which iurpri5ed even herself ; "but what does mamma do?" "Everything, everything." replied Paul. struggling manfully with another spasm; out it was too much for htm: and then Anna, with her heart full cf pity and sympathy for the pxir sufferer set to work. Her efforts were so successful that after a few moments Paul was able to speak again. V uat made you do so much for me when you don't like me?" was hi first question. "Vt ny. t'aui. l would have done as much for a sick dog." replied Anna, with rising oolor. "Thank you," said Paul, whimsically. Oh. I didn't mean it quite that wav!" still more confused. But do you often suf fer like thisr ' "Very very often," was the shuddering reply. "And you relieved me almost as quickly as as your mother." 'Why didn't you say mother, as you started to?" inquired Anna "I try not to say it, because I think it hurt you," Paul answered, kindly; "butkbe is so good to me, that sometimes I really can't help it" "Perhaps you'd better not talk any more," suggested Anna, elill bathing his head. J ust this, please," replied Paul. "lam so weak and ill that it is not unlikely I shall" "Yes, yes, Paul; I know," iuterropted Anna, with a shiver. "And if I knew when 'twould be," continued Paul, "there is one thing that would trouble me very, very much." "I know what that is, Paul," taid Anna. "I know very well." "And Anna," Paul went on, "sometimes I think 1 may get over these spasms. They are not half so bad as they were before your mother came." "Drop the your, please. Say mother." "Thank you, Anna Mother. And if I do, it will be because of the care I have had; and if I don't O Anna, I shall go ho much easier for having had her!" Anna drew the heavy dark hair away txoia the invalid's .eoiple.but tpoke no word. "There was Frank," continue! Paul, "getting SJ wild and careless, bound for the bad, I am afraid, af fait aa a buy could go, and now look at him. And then poor Lulu, with nobody to teach her and keep her straight; and then think of father. Inever saw sucha happy man as father Is now I And all this change has been brought about by our mother." "Yes, and I haven't helped her one bit," said Anna, apparently more to herself than to her companion. Paul took no notice. "And yet" Paul was determined to say it all now "I wish from the bottom of my heart she had never come. Ehe can never be happy, with her own child whom of course ehe loves better than all the rest of us put together so miserable. As father eald last night, all the sacrifice is here, all lhe pleasuie and benefit ours." "I bear mamma's voice," said Anna, "and she will be here in a moment. I will surely think of what you have said, and I hope you wont feel any worse for having talked to me." Paul held out his band, and Anna took it for a moment in both of hers. No other words were spoken. Paul's face showed his happiness as the girl paased out of the room: A thear had fallen on his wrist. That evening the invalid was well enough to be wheeled into the dining-rcom, aud when the family entered, a strange sight met their eyes. Anna was standing by Paul's chair, and he was uniling up into her face. "Why! why! why!" exclaimed ALk Demer. Paul shook his head for his father to stop, and Anna began, "I want to take back, if you will let me, all mamma raid this morning as coming from me. I am quite willing yes, mure than willing, I shall be g ai to accept Christmas present?, and hope it isn't too late for me to nake some. It seems to me I in uat have been crazy till this morning, and then Paul" Uaning over a&d kisainghis forehead 'brought me to my senses. I didn't want to share my mother with anybody else, but I ana willing now, and more than that, 1 am bery much ashamed ut my self." B jingo, Anna! that's just lovel) ! ' said Frau.i, walking up to the girl and giving her a rousing kiss. A merry Christmas and a happy New Year!" said Mr. Demer, following his sons example. "Now, Anna, we shall see what this repentance is good for, continued the gentleman, laughing. "I shall insist upon your calling me father, this minute.". "ratber! said Anna, as she ran into her mother's arms, abd nid her tearful face in the old tirce refnge Then mother and daughter langhed and cried together till Mr. Demer declared he was too hucgry to wait another minute. And the reader may imsgine that Chr.ttmas was enjoyed by the family as tew such days are enjoyed. Whatever Is liest, ts Heat. 1 know, as my life grows older. And mine eyes hare clearer sight Tbat uude r each rank wren?, somewhere, . nere lies the toot of ri&nt. That each sorrow naa lis purpose by tbe orrowing oft ungueed. But as sure aa the sun bring morning. W hatever Is, is beet. I know that each sinful action. As sure as the night brines sr. ad. Is feomeilme, eome where punished. Tho the hour be Ion delayed. I know that lhe soul Is aided Sometimes by tbe bean's unreal. And to grw means often to sutler But whatever la, is best. I know thee are no errors In the great Eternal plan. And all things wc rk togetner For the final good of man. And I know when my soul peed onward In the grand, Eternal quest, I shall ty. as I look tacc earth war 1, "Whatever i , is best " Kien Wheeler Wilcox,. A Slight 31 1 stak a. (Oswego Falladlum. J An arausibg incident tiok place the other night at a house in the Fifth Ward, where a woman lay dead. At a late hour three young men who had known the deceased went to the place where the body lay for tbe purpose of attending the wake. They entered the front door quietly and passed Into the front room, where several women were carrying ou a conversation in a low tone of voice. The excellent qualities ot the deceased were being rehearsed and all eeemed to be bowed down under the great sill cUon. On a sofa in the room lay the form of a woman. Tb three vouDg men crossed the floor softly, knelt beside the sofa and uttered fervent prayers for the welfare of the spirit ot the departed The women in the room ' ceaed talking when the young men knelt down. apparently awed by the solemnity of the occasion. The prayers were finally concluded, and the young me roee to thpir feet. In rising the skirt ot one young man's coat toorned the face of the form on the fofa. Instantlyher eyes opened wine and she raised hertelf on her elbow. The feel ines of the youn men can better be imagined than described. Their hair stood on end and their eyes bulged out but they did not mere. Suddenly one of the number gave vent to a piercing yell, and ran from the house c-csefy followed by his companions. The corpse was in thenext room, and the person over whom they had been praying was a relative of tbe da ceased who had laid don tor a thoxi bt)