Indianapolis Sentinel, Volume 34, Number 81, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 March 1885 — Page 12

THE INDIANAPOLIS DAILY SENTINEL SUNDAY MOHNINGMARCH 22, 1835

A SOÜO IPf THE ÄIOHT.

The dor dropped ppon the w With fcnUalonQ'1. like fallia rain; I won! lr aincb UiU wtary day To bear that sound again. Behind, with sharp 4 even rim, Black lailr ofelo'Sd -o-fl the sky; A lUr wa git materia? far and dim Türouih a lalat llihton high. The wood wec dark, and all abroad The Ctf ere n1 Pthwars dim: Mr so learned for the livln Gol Tnro' tbe tuick cicada which fouelti II Im. Wtien all at once, op soared the mooa, wun rodrtee flod of tender light - A rraclous flood; and lo: right soon Woods ßeidi, aud ways were bright. Thfe solemn tree stretched oat their bourns And CA-uat the üght. With quiet mind,, "Surely," I said; this is God' noase; And -where men seek they find." - , Tears filled n!n eye, bnt they were tweet; And, standing on the shining road, I knew what Spirit lead ray feel jjy darksome vay to Uod. Good Word. T11E STONE OF TERROR. i BT E3. LAUST THOMPSON. -Au reovir, I have written to.tell him to rriMt vou at eicot o ciocx precisely at aiere a . 1 Martha's. . Dont f all to keep the appointm.nt Ha ia a charuüne fellow, and Mere Marthe'a bouillabaisse is the best in Marseilles." Whlla I was still expressing my thanks for this kind attention the train began to move, nd mv eood friend Monsieur De Oarve and I were farced to exchange a last grasp of the roandinahurry, which was perhapi fortanv!,v m I w- ,.,1 Kn Inn, ate for both ot ui We had been travelling togather for a y ear.and various adventures and contretemps had endeared us to each other.L . n i u- ii j t Ja Wf e3 SJAA W e9? SAW rw a u w w tv wa wag wau v m l j a - ab r n j nm my i i l r h r nil wv iir-u mihi a felt a suspici3us moisture invading my eye as I looked for tbe last time upon his honest brown face. I . Then, as the train rushed out of Nice, looked at the letter of introduction which ha had given me, and which he had so kind It forestalled by writing la advance to the friend to whom I was to present it "Monsieur le Lieutenant Henri de Barre Uaneilleä." ' I had often heard De Garve speak of Henri U Bane as a go id fellow and a brave fellow, and one wno naa acquitted mmseii wen in the Fraoco-German war, which had terminated only two years before my story begins ; but beyond the fact that he was a young naval officer, of good Provencal family, I knew Bhlhing about him. When I reached Uartslllei however, and afier finding that his ahip .had t arrived presented myself at Zier Martha's, lt faund that he was well known to that worthy, who was loud in his praises. "3uch an excellent jeune homcne! üo dutin2neifi3 orave: to gocui bqcü a family, the Da Barresl Sach distinction! euch e!erance! Did meniiear know? Bat no; M. le Lieutenant would tell hlojself, doubtless; Meanwhile would monsieur have hJj boulllabiit: cow, or wait for M. la L'ea tenantr1" Monsieur' would wait, certainly, but he venturned to hooe that M le Lieatenant vrould cemeaoon, aa the fumes of tbe bouil labaii.se were most appetizing, and surprised already ail that he had heard of Mere Mar the's achievements. Mere Martha smiled with much condescension and' fcleaaare at this speech; and an nouncinr that she most go and eareriatend the bjulllabates bersvif, she departed. Every oae who goes to Marseilles should eat bouli labaiase, and doe eat it. Bat every one djes not know Mere Marths a inodeit restaurant la, the Rue Clochette. Ex iulaitely neat, pualnt, and appetizing is everything there, and the beulllabaisse is "of a perfection. aa dear De Garve used to say, which U absolutely sublime. To this hour across thousands of miles of land and water. I teem to smell its savory fames. But that la neither J)re nor there My object tday li to recount Henri de lime's strange story I had not long to wait for him on that first evening, 1 bad hardly Unlabel reading tne men a for the day, when a quick, firm step xaada me look np, and I saw a young man approaching me with a letter in hia hand He wors the uniform of a French naval of ficer, and that and au unmistakable sea go lng air caused me to recognize him instaniy Y7e bad a pleasant dinner together, talking of our friend De Grave and the African jour ney which he and I had just completed, and taen of pontic and things in general. The night waa falling before we finished dinner; and when a light was brought, and we begn to smoke, I caught myself once or twice glancing at my companion wltn a gjod dtai of astonishment and bewilderment His was a handsome face, bronzed by exposure, and markedly, Frvnch in aspect; a y our. g face too he could not have been more than twentv-aixat the utmost; bat was I mis taken? No yee. Was his hair quite white. or waj it only vry blonde? J moved once or twlca, m order sot to attract his observation and yet at the same time te tee him better. and the second time I did so he looked at me with a frank sm'le. and said, touching his Hair, "It la quite white." I faltered out some sort of an apology for ray indiscretion. ' Oh, ne voua derangez pas," he answered. laughing. - Da reste, l have had no gnat arUtcUoü in my life at least no private af fllctlon.w-KJ "It la hereditary in some families," I ob csrved. "Whet? thfa prematurely white hair? zee, I know it; but not in mine. I am only twenty-six. and my hair has been white ai enow for two years." "Mere. Martha " I began. "Said that I bad a romantic story to tell," interrupted Henri de Barre, laughing. "Of coarse so did The dear old soal baa known ne ever tince I wai io petticoats, and takes my blanched locks to heart as if I were a eon otherownr I dare say she could tell my ttory better than i ao myself." He paasfed, puffed his cigar in silence for a moment or two, and then aaid. "I have always tS3a:aare that it was the Stone ot Terror." ; , "What?? I aaid. rather puzzled. "The 8tdne of Terror, tne Peak of Terror; I can not pronounce re name in German Da reste, I have sworn to myself never to try to speak their internal language." "Ah! the Schreckenstein," J exclaimed. De Barre nodded. VI have always known it waa the Echreckensteln nothing else. Other people have thought differently, Gen cral Journaye among the rest my own Alane e (my wife, I mean), the physicians. They have f aid it was the solitude, the physical mrJering, the hunger, thirst I know not what. I know better; it was thzt awful peak," and he shuddered slightly. ' "You were an Alpine climber, I suppose, I answered. "Jamais la Tie! No, no. Mountains era all Terr welt I suppose very grand bat I do not cam for them No, never in my life have I set foot on any Alpine height or pasa. csd I never thail." "Bat then how was It possible " "To see the Btone 01 Terror? as, my friend, vctl can not think how gbntly it lsoia when one eeei it alone in the pale diwa. I cave tn it" He paczsd, lighted his cigar anew, and paffsd it for a few moments. I confess that I tria to doubt his sanity, and Ifncy that detected my doubts, for he dispelled them by an honcit, open, yet arch smile, which x:z3 c:cal!-rly his own. "Yea, I fcive sen the Stone of Terror, and ct a tsiht attained so far as I know, by no civT rL." fca continued. .7. aid when, ana wnere, in xieav-

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M ...,. 1.H Trnn .nr.r-. "Nver mind; go on, I entreat you, I an swered. I had thouzht we mi2ht adioürn to the theater and " I move that we do nothing of tha kind. but that if yon are not tired or this place. we stay here until joa hara tod me yonr 'tory." ...... De Barre yielded with a very pood grace. 'Verv wsll." he began. "You must know that I happened to be ill in Paris at the time it was Invested by the German troops, l naa been taken there tome time before, helpless tro;ri a wound which was followed by a se vere and crostiatins: fever, and I woke np after weksof delirium to find that I was in a doomed city and could do nothing for my beloved France. I recoTered rapidly, bnt even when well and strong I found that it was imooesiD'e to quit Paris. It was at this juncture, when I was nearly maddened by inaction, that tne oalioon service was oan iie J. and I volunteered for it at once. I had been a sailor, familiar with ropss ana coras, and toiemg and rucking ships ever since i i thirteen vears old. I was strong and well, had a cool head, a sufficiently good record in short. I was accepted. Naturally Ihadtyerytblng to learn, but I learned it onicklv. and though mv first ascent In a balloon eave me ecsationa which were auf RAUnilti dnfTthl f mantoftnpr)nrftl whit , ... '.n,faii- that at tbe end ef a few I "V. . . . . l .pet- I was selected to carrv dispatches to General Journaye, who was then on the Northern frontier. I was to go alone; bat I had no fear. In truth, I had not the faintest idea of what I wis undertaking. Well, all the preparations were made; the balloon was provisioned and furnished with everything necessary, the dispatches were concealed about my person so inge niously that even if 1 had fallen plump into tbe Prussian army they would have had 40cue trouble In discovering the nature of my embaMTf and in Bnort, everything was ready. "J ust as I was about stepping into the car the aeronaut in command cave me a last warnine. 'For ibe love of God, M. le Lieu tenant' he exclaimed, 'keen your bead cool about tbe sand bags. It ia more imporiaut to keep one's head cool about the sand-ba.s than about the ropes ' "I promised evervthipg, listened atten tively to all his injunctions, and assaiei him that I would be ice as regarded the use of tbe sand baza, although, to tell tbe truth. I regarded his repeated warnings as rather superfluous. Then the ballocn was cut loose, and the earth began to fall away from me. And as it fell, I still fcerd ascending tbe warning, anxious tones, r or tne loye oi boa. as you value your life and mission, keep cool keep cool: remember the sand bas.' "Presently the balloon floated over the barriere, and with the strong c'aas I had in hand I could distinctly cee the Prussian lines and intrenchments. The devils looked dam nably busy, and I saw I looked again, and was certain yes, I saw the preparations tbe accursed fiends were making to Lombard Paris. A rage ah, monsieur, a fury that has no name filled my soul, and a mad dening haste to speed upon my mission Forgetting everything else, I seized tbe sand bags and threw them oat; and then, man Lhealfor a second or two I remember nothing In my agitation I had completely forgotten the aeronaut's injunctions, and had thrown out, as I afterward found, twice as ma i j sand-bags as I ought to have used. The bal loon shot up, as it seemed to me, to the vi-ry zenith, and the horror of my position fell upon roe and overwhelmed me. "Hat la a moment or two 1 recovered my self, and I stretched out my hand ta the valves. The very desperate danger in which was steadied my nerves, and I recalled syllable by syllable, as it were, every word of the careful lessons I had received as to what I should doand how tbe balloon should b 3 managed io sach a contingency as the present A'l this was In lets tnan atecond ot time, and yet Ibadthiught a!o of my mother and sisters, ray Alnue (mv tun cee) my boloved r ranee, ana toe poi-lbia goad which might result from my mission to Gen eral Journaye. I stretched out my hand to the valves, as I say. Alas! I eoald not touch them. My hand fell lifeless at my side Au sgDiiy worse, as it seems to me, than death op pressed me. In vain I struggled to rise; I fell, rose to my knees again, straggling. gasping for breatb. I could not ee; nij eves were wet, and as I pined my hand over them I withdrew it stained with biood. Blood gushed from my ears, my none, and still I struggled, fought for breath, for life enough to falflll my mission. Still fighting my way. as it wer. I crawled to the side of the car. There was a loud roaring in my ear, bat I suppose there was no sound, and every respiration was an a;ony untold. Thers when I could wipe that mtst of blood from my burning eyes there were the valves, and with a last despairing effort I seemed to iling myself toward them. I did not touch them. I ha 1 but a moment in which to feel tbe anguish of failure, the bitterness and horror of death; then the vast dome about me compressed my tortured lungs In one supreme wrench of agony, and in that torture I found obllv ion. "I have never known how long my swoon lasted I woke to sensations of acute pain, thirst and cold. I thought at firt that I was shivering in my hammock at sea, and invol antsrily I sttetched out my hand for a blanket. I did not find it; then I tat up groped for a covering, and finally Unding one, lay down again, still thinking 1 was In my hammock. "The rocking motion of the balloon and the deep night which surrounded me probably added to this demslon, which, however, did not last long, as the pain and difficulty of breathing and the burning thirst which consumed me dispelled little by little the mists of unconsciousness. Ob, the anguish of that gradual waking! No hammock, no familiar ship, no well-beloved tea washing tne vessel a aeei as ana lauca on ta port; but instead the mysterious swaying of the balloon and the awful solitude of the upperair! Aa I recovered myself somewhat I struggled again to a sitting portion, and koked over the side of the car. Tne balloon was movibg sUalily on above tbe cloado which stretched oat la every direction below me, vast white aLd dream like. Above rose tbe dark and fathomless dome of skp, gemmed in its remotest depths with the solemn stars. And in this isolated pirt of God's great universe I. poor wretch., drifted on, helpless and alone. "I collected my scattered thoughts once more. I forced them upon the duty I had in hand, and again I turned to the valves. Bat a moment's reflection convinced me that it would be worse than madness to touch them now. The intense pain I still felt in breath ing proved tnat the balloon was far above the earth, and the dense clouds balow me might bs resting on some mountain peak where I might fall and die, leaving my bone to bleach unfound and unburied, aud my mission on eartn unaccomplished. In any case nothing was to be gained by imraed.ate action,' and ev.ry thing might be lost. And then mercifully no doubt pa n and thirst and hunger seized and potsrtsed me. I groped for food and ' did not find it. My mind waaatill onfased, for each effort at connected thought seemed to exhaust my brain, bnt nevertheless I distinctly re mem bered that the balloon had been well pro viaioned, and where the provisions had been placed, and summoning all my resolution, I searched for them long and thoroughly.' In vain; everything was gone, and I could only think that in the desperate strahle for breath the death-sttnggle. I may call, it I must haye tossed everything out of the car without being ciDfCioas of it. Indeed, the Longer I thooght. the more I felt convinced that this was the case, because, except one blanket all my wraps were mis Ine. . 1 was in pain, in great pain, and shiv ering in every limb with cold, and yet not withstanding the horror and tbe dangerot mv situation, I had life left to suffer acutely from hunger, and wten the last hope of food cr drink vanished I could have wept like an infant I do cot know what the experience of other men. may be, but I have ever fonnd ltcasisrtobeartna pans cf hunger than!

thirst. When the first rage of hun-

.irr hnt !fT pS5Je, One ire. 3 ' 1 thirst is a restlos tormeni, ana wr. uu worn as I was. I tf el uneasily at the bottom . " -i . , . of the car. Sadoealy my loot strucs some thing. Bomethirg which I had not leu dofore. I eeized it, ana on, mon wieui uak shall I sav? how cm I nut my joy ana grautuoe into words, when l xouna u was a bottle of water? 4 I drained it at a single draught, and nothing so delicious ever passed iaj lips "before or since; and then my relief was so great that strong mau as I an, I burst into tears, and wept abundantly. That draught rf water nad t itel mv overwrought nerves and pome J a needed oil of beiling over each aching fibre. I dare say what I did next will seem absurd and improbable, but it is the simple truth. Once more I looked about me, andseii:g tht the clouds were as thick and the night, as dark as ever, fefling too. unutterably shaken, worn, and wesry, I deliberately lay down, covered myself as well as I could, and sank into a sleep . i L- : . u v.. a. 1 or swoon, I neser nave anown wu'eu. uut iu a moment or two l rjerame uncouociuus. "I came to myself jus; as the day was breaking. The air ws. cold and piercing, and I still hadreat difficulty In breathing Tbe clouds had rolled away, and far, far below ine I could see tbe earth that dear, dear earth which I now loved for the firt time. Hnt I had no time for sentiment or regret: the billoon was drifting on rapidly, and drifting straight upon the btone of Terror. Shall I ever forget its dread ghastliness in the pale gray light of dawn? Never. It haunU my dreams now. and I fear it will haunt my last hour. There are some grim, crol things in nature, but to me the 8tone of Terror is the most awful sight on God's earth. Those dreadful peaks, against whose sharp and jagged edges a human beingcouId be dashed to pieces and cruelly lacerated! tht dread eternal snow! that awful isolation! Other Alpine summits are solemn, austere, re teioua. The Stone of Terror seems to me to rise up among them like the embodied cry of a lost souL "As I so looked at it and feared it. with a dread for wh ch I can find no words, the balloon drifted nearer and nearer its awful heights, and death aud oblivion stared rae In the face. I have faced death olten before and since, but never with such a stilled and pulseless heart I believe in God, but I could not pray. The thoughts died in my brain, the words on my lit.a. Th horror of the Stone I Terror was upon me, aad I closed my eyes as I felt tbe rising wind drifting me onward to certain dejtrnction. The balloon rocked and swayed, but still floated, and after a eecond or two ot agonizsd expectation I once more looked about me, and saw that it had drifted a little southward, and now no longer overhung rocky, ina:ceisible peaks, bat the mountain slope or spur. And now at lait I sprang upon the valves, and, God be pratred! found that the balloon Obeyed and eank rapidly. I held myeelf together until lt touched the earth, aid I stepped out of the accused car, but then I fainted in earnest and finally reeoy ered to fitid mtsif on a ned in a piearaot chalet, with a physician by my side and several kindly peasant faces looking on. My soon had not lasted as long s I supposed I hsd not been undretsed. and my dispatches were safe. The physician objected to my moving at hrt, but when I set before him the Importance of my mission and my anxietj to fulfill it dead or alive, be assented, and ia the coarse ot a few hoars I was again en route on foot this time and before day break' had LliG-d my dispatches in General Jouruaje's bauds. My interne with him wai very short, and at the end of lt 1 lay don to reit in the tent of a brother officer, tirei, indeed, but unutterably grateful. ' It was nuht wheu 1 was awakened oy a command t j lose not one moment in coming to he d quarters, and I was stupid enough to be surprised by what 1 ceard wnen l pre sented myself. I have dtsoatches to send to Par s,' General Journaye said, when I bad saluted. I bowed. 'And I have ssnt foryoa. M. ds Cirre,' he cominurd. to ask when you will be ready to go back.' May yoa never know, my dear ineno. how I fait at that moment! That accarsed bal'oonl I felt convinced that I could never gain keep my senses together if I even taw it. " 'Back, mon general?' I faltered. " 'Asmredly not, monsieur, if yon are afraid,' said General Jonrnaye, cnrtly. It was to be, then! 1 knew wen tnat I could do nothing with the balloon but die in t. but I pulled myteif together, aud said that i had no fear, that I would depart that Instant were it not that several days must elapse bef ire the balloon could be put in or der. Oh! that is of no consequence. I had not thought ot the balloon Indeed, we can not wait for it returned tbe General. "Mjn Dieu! I had nearly embraced him, but I held out my hand only, aud said. Gl re tne the dispatches then, mon general.' "I will not trouble you with the history of my journey back to Paris again by devious ways and in various disguises, it was in a uriest's dress that I finally saw its towers and BDires elf amine in the distance in the light of the setting sun. There It was, the goal of my hard journey, the gcal of ray hard journey, the garner of my treasures; but how was I to reach it? Between nslay the Prussian army. Aa I was plodding wearily on I passtd a little country church, and I entered it and knelt down, lt accorded well with th character I personated to do so, but I am not afraid to tell you, monsieur, that I prayed with ail my soal for the guidance of God. "And it did not fail me. While I was still kneeling there, a stout Peasant woman came in, carrying a heavy basket. She passed me, went up to the altar, and knelt down, plactog her basket beside her. She had hot looked at me, but I had recognized her at ones. I knew that broad back, that spotless white coif, those heavy gold ear-rings. How often bad I played with them as a child! "It was my nourrice, my good Jeanne, who was kneeling there, aod I suddenly remembered that she had a bake shor in a village near Faris; indeed, I bad visited her there not a year before. I knew Jeanne's loyalty and fidelity. She was quick witted too, and I leltsur that she would help n.e. Still, I allowed her to leave tke chnrch alone and it was not until later in the evening that I presented myself at her door. She did not recognize me, and auer a few momentb' conversation I asked her where her husband was. 'Ah, mon D eal men pere. he has lost a leg, and he is in the hospital atNeuilly; but, thank God! he is out oi aaager, ana is doing well.' " 'And your sons7' I continued. " 'Tbev are both too young for the army, and tbev ate in tbe country, in Normandy.' " 'And your daughter Laure7 "She is in the coantry too, monsieur, with them.' " 'And your daughter Annette? " 'She too, mon pere. Annette married well a rich Norman peat ant. There is much work to do, and Laare and the boys help her and her husband who is a good kind man.' " 'Annette is twenty four,1 1 replied, in a tone of assertion. 'I am glad that she mar ried well. I fchould have been erievel if my foster sister had been unhappy.' "Jeanne stared at me. and turned pale, " 'Do you not know your boy. Jeanne?' I laid uncovering my hesd. " 'Mon Dien! mon Diea! mon pauvre gar con!' exclaimed Jeanne, bursting into tears. 'Mais. Monsieur Henri, yonr hair is white as snow!' "I am sure that you will be surprised, but I had never known of my white hair until that moment. I had hurried on without rest aided in my disguises by various sym pathetic hsnds, and hsd never once looked ii the glass. When Jeanne brought it I beheld the face of a stranger. Yet I had been white balred. as I afterward found, for more than a fortnight; indeed, ever since I had stepped out of that accursed balloon. Jeanne, as I found was, fortunately for me, alone in the house, and sbe readily under took to elve me shelter' and to aid rxe in reach ins Paris. The

next morning she unfolded a plai which I thought very ingsnious. I was to shave my

hair and moustache, to put on a wig and coif, to dress as a peasant gtrl. Jeanne had been expecting a niece from the country, and th s neice I was to represent and, so dhguied, to sccompsmy Jeanne In her daily rounds through the Prussian lines, where she was in tbe haoit of going to sell bread and cakes. I waa to have a swelled face which neccslfated, of course, a good deal of Vaidsging of cheek and chin, and effectually hid my face. Jeanne's plan was to have me accompiny her for a day or two, and, when I found an opportunity, to run as fast as possible toward tbe French lines. It was a AAlJ,.. t . .1,.... WH. 1. . 1 . ucsjiriBw kuttuio, uui it was my , oaiy uue. i My first two ets ys passed off successfully. Il puhed the bread cut, beside which Jeanne walked, and held my bead down and feigned modesty and a bad cold very successfully. Meanwhi e I studied the relative positions of the Prussian and French lines, and selected the point from which I was to irake my attempt at escape. I had litt'e hope, but a go od deal cf resolution. At last tbe event ful day came. My dispatches were most ingeniously concealed, my dress arranged, aud my face muffled more carefully than ever My chief dargsr of discovery came frum the curiosity to see my face which ths soldiers had shown once or twica. You sec, mon sieur, that I am not at all beau garcon, and in the dress of a peasant wooian I was quite irizniiai. liut soldiers are not particular, and they several times tried to pull off my bandage; however, now all went well. J anne had a capital stock of bread and cakes, and as soon as we reached tbe place of my departure, she entered Into the business tf bargaining with so much spirit and cleverness that the so diers surrounded her, and when (upon a signal previously agreed upon between us) the cart was upset, and the cakes rolled in every direction, they rushed en masse to pick them up. Jeanne set up a terrible screaming and scolding, and in the general meice I managed to slip off unohuerved Almost before I knew it I was running across the open space between tbe in trenchment Of course I was teen and folio ved, but hapily I had the start cf my pursuers, and baiDg a very swift ranner, I was speedily within the French lines, where, to the infinite amazement of the soldiers, I promptly divested mysalf of my feminine at tire. I had soon the satisfaction of deliver ing my dispatches, and of receiving the ap probation of my chief, and before night-fall I was again among my own people, and my dangers and safferings were forgotten," Froit Time. Upon themedows far and w!de A silvery, frozen mantle lay; And oa the upland mountain, side, Kroi-t glistened in the dawn of day. Winter was nigh. The farmer paused In early light, HI rugged face was marked by care; Amid hit locks were lines of white, for Nature, too. had fronted there Aimer was nigh. Chas. K. Lush, In the Current. : The Work or a Song. I remember eoivg to the Great Ezhibition in London iu 1862, and in the Roman room there was one particular piece of sculpture which I liked to ere; but it was not easy to get near it, as there were so many that wanted to see it. It was really an American work, that is, it was done by American fingers though it was in the Roman room, becat ae it was carved in Rome. It was calltd, "List! oh, list!" The story was that a number of red men had made a raid into the United States, and had burned a village and tomahawked many a poor creature, and slain and quartered many more. And then they stole a little white maid. I need not tell you how the poor mother's heart was broken when she bal lost her child; and there was no day, aud no month, and no year, but she was pursuing the question, "Where cau I find my Jost child ' At last, alter many years bad passed, a report reaches her. "There is a white maiden among the red people yonder, nearly a thousand miles away." There was no rail, no road, but off set the mother, and she went over pra rie and marsh, and moor and river, aid at last, after many a toilsome day. she arrived where the white maiden was. She thoaeht. "Oh. that Is ray child!" The face was much altered; it had become In dianized. There was the mark that the child had come from the white race; but it was In dianized. Its language was Indian now, and the maiden bad quite forgotten her mother. All her love now was given to the red sqnaw of the ocdi that bad brought her up. When the mother tried to go near her, the young woman repulsed her; and the poor heart broken mother knew not what to do. At last a good thought strnck her. 8he sat down and began to sing a sweet lullaby song that she Lad always sung her little one to s'eep with. At first she listened listUssly; bat in a little while (yoa know how an old tune wilt fetch up an old thought) the maiden began to listen, and she stood as if a'l her soul had got into her ears. It wai in that attitude that ths sculptor carved her listening; and tbe story went on to say that, after a little listening, it teemed as if the lallaby had unlocked the cells of old memory, and in a little while that poor maiden was in her mother s embrace. Ah, friends, let the melodious song of Christ's love and atonement for your sin sneak to your hearts, awakening in them the long forgotten melodies of God's love! Let your Bavior woo and win you back, that there may be joy in your father's house. Eev. S Uoley. Stop Smoking " fCroffut Apropos of General Grant's illness, th late Thurlow Weed once told me a story that it recalls. I asked the venerable editor to what he attributed his firm health and length of days. "I see that Peter Cooper as signs rigid temperance as the cause of his," he answered with a laugh. "Mine is doe, I think, to having always sat up all night and eaten and drank whatever I pleased. For forty years I took a hearty dinner, generally of meat, at 12 or 1 o'clock every night, and I never had any trouble to alee p. I always drank with the boys and politicians; I drank everything, bat not much at a time, and for more than half a century 1 smoked ten or twelve cigar every day when I conld get them. In the summer of 1807, being in Sar atoga, I lounged down to the spring 'one morning with a cigar in my mouth. On the way I met my old friend, Dr. Freeman, coming back with some other gentlemen. As we passed each other he leaned over to me and exclaimed 'Stop smoking!' The salutation was so sadden and such an odd ore that it stuck in my crop. I thought about lt all day, and wondered what it meant; and alter dinner I called np at his room. He exf Gained to me that he thought I had smoked ong enough; that I was an old man, and nabitual smoking was sure to hurt me in fact, he wasn't sure but it had already hurt me. I was convinced, and told him I would never use the weed any more. He said I hsd better taper off, but I told him I didn't believe in taper in gs, and would never smoke azain. 1 never did. But I thought about it a g3od deal for awhile. I had written to General Grant that he must bs our candidate for President the next year. He had ehown my letter to friends, -and s me correspondence had resulted. I came back to New 'York and found a note from tbe General asking me to come and see him at Long Branch. I went down with John F. Henry. As we were talking General Grant took out his cigarcase and offered us cigars, taking aud light lug one himself. I took one, excused myself from smoking at the time and stuck it in the breast pocket of my coat Welt, I became better acquainted with that cigar than I ever did with any other, for I carried it in that breast pocket for a year, and I took it out every day probably several times every day and looked at it and smelt of it aud rolled it in my fingers and silly nibbled tbe end. But I never consumed it." And Mr. Weed transferred to the chair back the pet pigeon he waa fondling at the time, rose painfully from his seat, went across the room and took from a drawer and handed to me a tough looking cigar with both ends sorxewhat masticated.'' "That's it" he added. "I never tmoked it and now I don't want it".

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TOKKX. BT UMUEL WILLIAM COOPZa I. Guilty, no doab", an1 died !n her dUhonort She knew no friendi' tare aa these many Tears Her "best and wort. I only loo upon her They k;ssed with smiles, but hare lor her no tears. Did the last spark of life that lit thee a bes Drown In the wine he drank nn'o the lef Or öid the dark eye look out neath painted lashes To childhood's borne amone the wain trees? E'er o'er her bein rurae the lo t death quiver. Perhaps thu heard, across the khiain river. iod's holy lore was made lor such as these." IL Sharne'e fhe was, Inleed, and steeped In sinnln?: Cold virtue, srornln. parsed her quickly by Upon the arm of hlra whose voire po Tlnninj IIa I cufei her faH. In vain for her to cry For pity or for mercy close the curtain. Mie mnst not look upon o ufiome tire Ifght; But oae false 6:ep -the end for b-t is certain Miuther forever out into tne nlgot. Aroone her rass. as she li-t ca'roly sleeping, A token I will p a?e wi hin her keeping One truant ro;ebud, pure and suowy white. A STU.INUBSTUKV, Hecaillng the AaaHination of I incolrt. Oae cold mornirg niceteen years ago, ae tne nacfc relied into the Ge:mau colony of Wartburg, Trnn . writes a Chattacooea Tenn., correspondent to the Cinctntati Enquirer, a strarjger stepped oat, and, carrying on his shoulder a sqnare box und valiif, apprcacnea the inn o: the placs and akfd fo ujaiu au urging, ne was eyed suspic lonsJy on account of his ronh appfa ace scam bageaee and nervous rxasner. He wa ..vu .ii nun Knru a room. nen ne go insue he lecked the door securely ana fai tentd the window shutter. What he did in the room and what ha came tnere for ha not btea revealed to the people until a strargsr came through the p!a3 a few days agi, after nineteen yea's of omr anfo.nship with him. He occupied lha room and al ways locked it, carrying the keys with him a i . . . . Alter oemg with the people fcome time he was asked to participate ia their pleasures and assemblies. He gave his name as Sin "u "uuiu emeriam mem wun mar velous tales of travel and adventures, claim ing to nave been a sea captain. He soon be came a great lavonte with the people, but his mysterious ways and manners kept them away from him somewhat. He was of nervous temperament, and was always watching for 6ome one. When tbe hack would arrive he would always leave the cr wd until it had gjne and the passengers noosed, tiis dress waa of the cosrseat material. He wore his beard long, and a laree na. wun a orim aown over ins eyes. The village gradually grew larger, and new arrivals were made daily. His anxiety increated, and he began to lead the life of a recluse, and when he came out woaldal ways listen and never utter a word. One of his peculiarities was to always leave a party that began to disjuss the war. One day he became almost crazy witL fear, and med to be searcblnc for eomethlDe he he bad lost He was seen to have drooped a paper, wnicn was picked up. Iu it was con ... . . .' tained tne account or the assassination of Lincoln by Booth. When he was asked what it was be had lost, he replied something that inierej'ea mm as much as his life. The iaper was afterward slipped near hh door. when he discovered it the shock made him ill. He took to his bed. and was delirious for eeveral days. In his room was the s-iaar box he bad been efen to brin with him. tt was a d sk. Of this he ravtd in his wild de I Irani, and stated that in the drawers were disclosures that would astonish the whoU cjuotrv. but the keys were tied troand hi neck. He calls d the names of dpangler, Hr rold, Atz-rott, Payne, and Mudd, and said his name was Bcuth. When he got well and was told of Iii i wild talks be was startled a -id denied ever bavitiü said such words. He lived afterward iu tbe same mysterious manner until one day last week, when a gentleman from Fredericksburg, Va., was parsing through the moun tains with a party in-pectiug the. coal depo us ana etoppea at tne no'.ei. Sinclair was walking across tbe street when the wind blew his hat off. The gentleman who w as etanding at a window uttered an eic'amatlon and said: "Heavens! Can that bs Erat'us Bjth. the brother of J Wilket B oih? The lat time 1 saw him he was nineteen year ar in Washington, during the excitement of the assas sination of Lincoln." The peopl gathered around to hear his story of the la t time he. taw him. and to tell of his mysterioos c miog nineteen years age. After listening to the two i-arratives. the conclusions were that be was tbe man. Tbe next day, while out walking. Binclsir was passing a party, when one of the namber called: . "Hello, Booth!" He stopped sad denly, involuntarily turned his head, caught nimseii, and proceeded oa Ins walk. That night he qn'etly sU 1 away in the darkness with his desk and bage. His g ing was a) mysterious a his coming He has not been heard of since. The Idchtnttig-ltod Man. TheChlcgTiibnne tells tbe following story of a vmit made by a lightning rod man to an old farmer in Wisconsin: I thought I seen you rouhd bere a year or two ago selling another variety cf them condiments " observed the otd aiicilturist: ' and you stM that these here lightning rods were fraud?" Oa! j es. that was when I was in the bend of sin and the gallrf bitterness.' said the sgent contritely; "but I've been converted since, l often shnuter nowadays when I think if my foot had slipped when I was Dot ting up one of those inferior articles whxa I was then t aiming off upon a credulous and unprotected community, I m'ght have gone p'umb down to perdition with a lie on my lips and a hammer in my hand. Now I am endeavoring td atone for tbe evil which I committed, by exposing tbe inferor qiaHty of tbe lightning rods I then put np, and re- j placing them with those for which I am now agent at cost price." The old farmer tad be didn t exactly know that be wante J any lightning-rods put up; but the agent said to htm: "I'll tell yen what I'll do: Til put up a set of lightning-rods for you and if you don't like tbens I'll make you a present of them." The farmer's eyes sparkled at the proposition. The agent went to werk, and when be had completed tis tak he slapped the farmer on the back, aid asked him if he liked the material of the rods and the workmanship. The farmer said be d'dn't "All right," said the agent, pleasantly; "then the rods are yours, and I don't charge you a cent. Oar company always sticks to its word, and would rather lose a million dollars than do a job that wasn't sathfao tory to the customers." The farmer asked the lightning-red man to come in and have some dinner, and the lightning-rod man said he didn't mind. There seemed to bs something funny on the lightning-rod man's mind for he would look at the farmer every minute or two. and laush to himself gently; and when asked what was wrong, be would say: nothing, nothing!' and then "Oh! choke with inward mirth. AU tbronga tbe meal he entertained his host with interesting reminiscences of a house that had been struck by lightning how in one case every thing metallic within the buildtng was fused, and a campaign supplement was in delib'y imprinted upon the woman of the house, while her beautiful daughter was driven through a stovepipe hole, leaving great strips of her soft white flesh on the ragged edges of the sheet-iron. When he was climbing into his wsgon, tbe fit of mirth with which he was telred so nearly approached the proportions of an lapoplsctio seizure, that the honest farmer 'got alarmed, and asked him what in the

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than so VAU, tivp boc iih: crf"ct lualth." Ti:i..n:i, III. Pr.-r-a.-vJ ly I. Ayr ; of which re-tornl ' 1). L. Uaw)ii. : Co.. I.OWfll, Ma'i. name of Charles Foster he was laughing at. "I was laughing ha! ha! he! he! hi! hi! hi! ho! ho!" panted the merry agent "to think that you think you've got ahead cf me "Got ahead of you? Well, I did get ahead of you," said the farmer. "I got them lightning-rods for nothing." "Yea!" gasped the agent in paroxysms of mirth; ' but go and look at them lightningrods, and see if they are wound up hoi ho! nor "Well, and suppose they ain't wound up? What difference does it make?" "What difference does it make? echoed the agent in well-feigned astonishment "Shade of 8. F. B.Morse! Here is a man who doesn't know the difference between positive and negative electricity! Just yoa go up to the house, and if you have Wheatstone's 'Pragmatic Analytical 8ynopsia of Differentiated Electricity the edition of 1876 is tbe best overhaul the eleventh chapter, and you'll see what the difference Is!" "I haven't got the book," said the farmer. "What is the difference, any way 7 "The difference is that a lightning-rod, when properly wound np, conducts positive electricity from the clouds to the earth. When not wound np, conducts negative electricity from the earth to the clouds. That's all the difference there is. The earth, as Huxley says, is a great reservoir chock full of electricity, which is constantly seeking affiliation with the oxygen and metheg lin of the atmosphere. Your lightning-rtd is probably tbe only onein tbe Northwestern States that is not wound up; consequently the sarging carrents of electricity which have been meandering all over the country, striving to find an outlet, after vainly trying every other lightning-rod, are accumulating beneath your house, and are corruscating and dilating and titillating all along tbe surface of your lightning-rod. Wait till it gets dark, and you'll eee a pale, lambent tlame playing all along itssurfaoe. The hrst touch of a thunder storm vou have no the . spectacle of awful erandenr pret-ented by your lightning-rod will knock anything ever seen since the combustion of dorn and Gomorrah. By the wav. there's a uara.-oiue ciouu coming up yonaer. l guess l 1 I l 3 9 ft we re going to have a thunder storm. Goodby. I Must get out of here, for I owe it to my family to preserve my life. If your daughter survives, don't you worry abont the future. I ll make proper provision for her, because it will be one hundred thousand dollars in my pocket to be able to point to ber as the sole snrvivor of a man whose bouse was knocked into brickdnst and match splints because he wouldn't take mv advice about the arrangements of his lightning rods." "I'll iget an ax and a crowbar, and tear the d d thing down I" said the farmer, altera . a ' moment's irresolute pause. "All right! Only I want as a special favor to ask you not to begin till I amover the hill and out of sight With that lightning rod nsttnet with negative electricity, as lt is. it is sure d a'h for any uninsulated man to ap- . a r proacnu." Hit hild on!" said the unfortunate farmer; "1'Jl give you five dollars to wind up the thing for me." 'My dollars!" said the aeent with a withering sneer. "Why. the fact that vour bone was burst into twenty hundred thonsnd million pieces will be worth fifty thouJSli w sana a mars io tne coup any as an awful example. G'lang there!" "Hold up!" yelled the acriculturlat: "will you wind up them lightning-rods if I nav you for them?'' Well' I don't know that I should" re sponded the sgsnt; "you see, you said they weren't quite according to vonr taste, and 11 doesn't btern exactly right to be takine a raau's money for a thiDc that he isn't anite satisfied witü. Be6ide, It is taking thousands ana tnousands of dollars ont of the com. pany's pocket; because what we want is aa awful example to scare other fellows Into tsking our rods, lust as we put 'em no. Uo wever. seeing it'a von. aad as I don't want to have your blood on my hands. I don't mind doing it Hand over the and I'll fix it" The farmer produced the money, and the agent gave him a receipt: then taking a monkey-wrench, he approached the lightning rod and gave it a couple of twists, placed his ear close to it, hit it again, and then returned joyfully to the farmer. "It s all righi now " he said, "lt has been wound up, and is now prepared to conduct positive electricity in large or small quantities from the atmosphere to the earth at the shortest notice. Bat if I had been half an hour later. I should have been too late for alrf ady the lightning-rod was beginning to baue and throb, and to scale off in places. with tbe fiery element confined within if A Uab)'i Kye. A baby lay in its mother's lap. concealed and warmed by a woolen wrap; au ii animate mass of black it seemed, Except that from an opening gleamed, a baby's eye. The mother, coarse, unkept unclean. Was clad in raf s of greasy sheen; But he loved her baby, and she held it tight And the ouly tbiog that was let. to sight Was the baby's eye Like a sparkling gem In the cold, doll earth. Or a smile that in tears finds a sudden birth. The one bright thing in that unslean whole Was the window of an immortal soul. The baby's eye. Columbus Dispatch BIRX Alf! CIO ARS. flreat Smokers Whom Actor William J. riorenc Has Known. Washington epcclaLJ ' Now, your Turk smokes and drinks coffee, the one an antidote for the other," said Captain Cuttle as he entered his dressingroom to don tbeevery-day habiliments of William J. Florence Several gentlemen have been discussingthe public idea that General Grant's mortal illness was due to excessive indulgence in tobacco. Mr. Florence was asked what he knew about the habits ef actors In this respect "Edwin Booth," said he, "Is an Inveterate pipe smoker. I saw him during the war with a pipe, which he still uses, a heavy meerschaum, which was hia constant companion. He often smokes in tbe morning while dressing, and prefers Fruits and Flowers. John McCullongh smokes cigars, mild ones, and perhaps too msny. He smokes a cigar the first thing in the morning, and al ways a good one. Poor Ned Sothern would get rid of a hundred cigars a week. He always shoved one on a visitor, with brandy and water sometimes, and filled bis own overcoat pockets when he went out He was a fearful smoker, always hsd one in his mouth, burning it half way and then 1'ghtlng a fresh weed. He and I imported our own cigars from the Raphael Diaz plantation, in Cuba, at a cost of f.220 a thousand. The plantatation seems io have given out now. For my part I like a Colorado or a Colorado Claro. "Larry Barrett smokes a mild cigar. Sheridan smokes, too; he's been a soldier Cap tain in tbe Sixth Ohio. Nat Good win smoke, and so does Crane, bat I doa't know about Eobson. John E. Owens likes a rood cigar. so dses Frank Mayo. fihel' ßhookli a exeat

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l luve not had th-' Iit! ?: -iiif - 1 t 'ran f. t.ik" lb, n. J:j:i P. I.v::.au. lV,rNriouth. X. II. ; Tor .! by all l)-ucci?. smoker. Barney McAu!ev is a i nioter, and Harry Edward uses strong cigars Incessantly. Salvina smokes long, black cigars with a straw through 'em-the kind you get in Italy. They liht their wed in that country on a small iron frame over a lamp. The end of the weed rests in the flame and burns a third of tie way down, the heat drawing out the nicotine. King Humbert smokes in this way. John Makav smokes tfgars coating from thirty to fifty ceats apiece, and gets away with a great many. Boucicault is a great smoker. I've smoked a Cigar of his thai wa? fourteen years eld "An Englishman always likes a d-v cigar. They import them in lar.;, tine lined ehes t. There's the Duke of Beaufort, for instance. He gets just the same number of cigars each year. He never begins till after dinner, however, when he starts with a cigarette or a mild cigar, and then smokes four or fire cigars, topping off with thestrongest Bocc icault has an air tight cl . . r'Joii for his cigars. VThe Prince of Wales smokes cigars, ginning generally with a cigarette. The Dake of Mancheeter conies in the same category. Lord Ay lee ford was a great smoker. Lord Mandeille uses two or three packages of cgarettes a day. They say Otatstoce smoke a pipe, and may be seen kuoginr about his grounds any time with a 'curry' between his teeth. The Marqu s of HartiORton holds up his end of tbe Liberal Ministry by smoking good cigars Henry Irving smokes cigars, and a good many. Oonldock smokes a pipe. "All fishermen smoke, genera'ly pipes. I think a pipe s the nicest tnitg in the woods or in a cnoe-a gnod. clean briarood. with Lone Jack mixed with one-hird its quantity ofPe-ique. It's an iod c ition of a good stomach to be able t smoke before breakfast. Sothern nd to saioke while he was dressing at.d riding across con&trv to hounds. Gentlemen often do this in England, some using cigars and others the short vest-pocket pipe. Sothern was very fond of hunting, and at one time kept eight hunters himself. "Good sailors all smoke a a rule Aman who smokes at sea generally keeps a quiet stomach. "Theatrical managers imokcn.n r think, though I believe Letter Wallack does not John T. Raymond doesn't me tobaoco at all. Bartley Camtbell never smokes. Actors don't chew generally. It's a nasty practice. I don't think many of them smoke cigarettes, either that is, not gocd actors, although John Sleeper Clark is amone the exceptions." u What about other public men? ' "Tom Murphy. Genera' Grant's friend, always has a c;gar in his mouth KeneraÜy nnlighted. President Arthur smokes cigars, but never during flic or bnsir.e a hour a! His favorite is the Perfecto I have known every President since P erre except Garfie'd. They all. I believe, smoked c:gara' I made Cleveland s acquaintance the night before hlse ectloo. when Wts. Floiencsaud I were playing in Buffalo. President Lincoln would often slip into the corner box when Mrs. Florence and I were pie) ing in Washington, roar with laughterlor a while, ar.d then go quietly out without people's knowlog he had been in the house. "Tom Ochiltree smokes like a house aflre. and smokes good cigars, too. I saw Tom ntarly drowned once. Uncle Itufus Hatch and I were on his yacht, the Resolute. ofTthe Battery, waiting for Ochiltree and Major Jack Wharton to come aboard Torn fell overboard aa they were coming ont In a small boat, and in the confusion both he and Wharton were nearly drowned. Whan they got aboard Wharton asked me if I didn't hear the water sirs when Tom's head struck it Posr Wharton! he was an A No 1 fellow. "General Singleton smokes a pipe. Henry Watterson smokes his cigars so short they burn his moustache. Sunset Cox smokes cigars ßa-n Ward was a great smoker." "How are journalists in this respect, so far as you have noticed?" "I think most newspaper men smoke pipes in their own offices. Siileon Hutchins doesn't smoke at all, however. KarnaJell smokes a pipe. Neither Joe Howard nor Willy Winter smokes. I never saw either Joe or Albert Politzer smeke. Janes Gordon Bennett smokes cigars and cigarettes both, and a great deal. Mr. Dana looks like a man who indalges In a quiet pipe. He likes a good dinner, for I've eat at the table next to him. Mr. Hurlbert, foimerly of tbe World, and Dana are typical ban vlvants. "I smoke a pipe always on tbe Ilesttgooche. Oar salmon fisbice party, consintirg of John G Hecksher. Dr. Patt, of New York, Mr. Bradford and myself, will start between the 5th and 12th of June, probably. After a good day'a fihing I give our Indians a hand ful of my smoking mixture. They have a eqnare of navy plug esery two days. They axe of the Mic Mac tribe, descended, as waa suggested by a visitor, from Irish and Scotch immigrants, possibly.' The March Evening;. The boachs are black, the w ind is cold. Ana roia and black the fading iky; And cold and eboitly, fold on fold. Across the hills the vapor, lie. Bad Is my heart, and dim mine eye. with troubts of ail tbe woe. that were And all that through the forward year, Prophetic, flu like phantoms by. Bat, la the cbeerles flleuce. Lark. Some throttle's vcipr loud and clear, Beside his mate I hear him sing; And. suddenly at my feet I mark A daSodil that lighis tr.e darkJoy, joy, 'tia here, the tsprltu. the Sprlngl George illlnerln Longman's Magazine. Seven Honrs for Hay Laborer and Eight for Men of Active Uralns. (Gentleman's Magazine.1 The latest authority on this vexed question. Dr. Malins, says that the proper amount of sleep to be taken by a man is eight hours. So fir as regards city life tbe estimate is probably correct Proverbial wisdom dees not apply to mcdern conditions of social existence. ' Five (hours) for a man, seven for a woman and nine for a pig " says one proverb; and a second, quoted by Mr. Hsz'dtt in his "English Proverbs," declares that nature requires five; custom allows seven; laziness takes nine, and wicks doess eleven." These conclnslots wtre, howewr, drawn from observation of country life Physical fatigue is more easily overcometbaa intellectual. Which of us when traveling in the country or abroad, or in any way separated from the ordinary process of thought and anxiety, has not lonnd that ha could, without difficulty, do witn a couple cf hours less s'eep than be was in the habit ot taking? Men, however, who follow an intelhctual pursuit are exceptionally fortunate if the processes of restoration occupy leas than seven hours. More freqoentl they extend to eight or nine hours. Kant I ce it stated toot neyer less than seyen hours. Goethe owned to requiring nine. Soldiers and sailors, on tbe other band, like laborers, do with much less quantity. I am afraid to to say how few tbe Duke of Wei. ington regarded as essential A cowl-master under whom at one time I studied, a hard working man at tbe acqu-sition of languages, proclaimed loudly that be never to-k more than five hours sleep Tbe hour at which he rosein the morning gave soma color to this assertion. Oaly in after life did discover toat av two hours' postprandial siesta vta not la ciccea. ta tui allowance.