Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 8, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 February 1879 — Page 7

THE IXDIAXA STATE SENTINEL, "WEDNESDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 19, 1579.

IS THE COSSEBYAIORT.

The passion flowers o'er her briglit bead orooped. The roses twined their faint rich blooms above her. Great crimson fuchsia bells with myrtle grouped, White lilies watched the maiden and her lover; Tha warm mnnri 1 Itt'llt frarnnt Witn the breath Of violets nestling in their mossy wreath. The fountain's silvery tinkle, softly chiming. Blent with sweet laughter and with low replies. As pat the arch, the music's pnlses tlning. Flashed Hying feet. Unshed cheeks and sparkling eves; And .tinted lamps and mellow moonlight strove To light the happy dream of yonth and love. A little vear a pale girl stood alone, Where withered tendrils choked a fountain's lip. And "mid the ivies, rank and overerown. The meitlng snow. In slow and sullen drip. Plashed wh-re "mid shattered glass and broad arch barred. A struggling rose tree kept its silent guard. -Gone, like the glory of my morn," she said, "LOke faith and hope, and joy of summer hours:" And from the UBtrimmed branches overhead She plucked the frailest of the frail pink flowers, Meet emblem ef the love that had its day And passed, with spring and beauty, quite away. All The Year Round. MISS VESTA'S. VALENTINE. t Mrs. J. W. Griswold, in Springfield (Mass.) Republican. I ' 'There is one who Indeed loves yon well ir von wish who it is you may know, Setuch these lines, they in silence do tell, I con (ess the in itals do show." These lines bad lain undisturbed for many years at Mr. Gridley's, in a rnde miniature chest, along with other girlish relics. The? were written in a bold and youthful, but evidently' pains-taking hand, and bad been carefully folded and sealed with a patch of red wax. They lay at the bottom of the little chest under the till, and bad for company several old letters from '"friends and well-wishers," a number of tickets for good behavior at school, a lot of silk piece-work which bad once been designed to blaze as a "star," but whose . light was yet in undeveloped chaos, school-girl keepsakes of ingeniously cut paper and twisted locks of hair, with the motto "When this you see," etc, and a few printed ballads and child's books. This chest bad been made and given " To Vesta Gndiey, by her friend Hugh " Pluukett,' as was indicated on tins cover in large capitals. He had loog been her father's hired man, and bad never failed to share the family admiration for the abilities of Miss Vesta. To hear her rattle off the multiplication table, and wade through the abbreviations without a "balk," seemed to him nothing short of genius. And when growing into a young lady and beginning to accept attentions from- the neighboring young men, Hugh looked on with a jealous eye. for be was sure there was no one of them "smart" enough for "Yesty." In coming through the village one win ter's day be bad called, as requested, at the post office for the weekly papers, and was handed with it a missive addressed to "Miss V. Gridley," with a"paid"in one corner, and a rather obscure postmark in the other. Hugh gave it bis careful scrutiny, for it was not otten that letters came to V esta. ana finally spelled out the town of L . "Whew!" he whistled, as the fact became established. "Yes, sir, it's L ! Must be It's from that Huxford. And I'll bet it's a volen tine, too!" "That Huxford" had met Vesta frequently the past year, and had paid her polite attentions. He was uncommonly fine 1 joking, . was already "fitted" for college, and the presumptive heir to large estates. What more could even Hueh expect in a bean? Chuck ling to himself at the fair prospects of his favorite, he gave his mind to th6 matter on the way back, and before be reached the house bad planned about how "big" a wedding the occasion wouid demand, and already in fancy saw "Vesty" the mistress of the kingdom of the Huxfords, and the glory of them. "John Dexter has always had a sneaking notion after her, but I guess this here in my pocket '11 settle bis hash. Wall," he concluded, "I've always said there want nobody in this town good enough for her?"' Hugh watched for a private opportunity to deliver tbe important document into Vesta's own bands. "Guess what I've got for you?" he asked, his face all alive with anticipation. Bat Vesta had no basis for a guess. "Well, what day of the month is it now?" "Why, the 14th of February, Isn't it?" "Yes, that's it, and I got a valentine for ye at the post office," he grinned, as be carefully drew it from bis pocket. "A valentine!" she repeated in astonishment, for she hod never yet received one. " 'Taint a boughten one with cupids and such like on the corner, as I've eeen 'em; but I bet it's a pice one inside." And as Vesta was inspecting tbe dim postmark, he added, with a wink and nod, "It's from L , don't you see?" Yea, Vesta did see, and she began to tremble with an almost painful excitement. At first, the handwriting seemed familiar; but, no. it was better than John could write. And then the postmark settled the point she knew no one else at L. , it must be from Richard Huxford, and what if it was a real valentine! Concealing it in the folds of a garment!upon which she was sew ing, she hurried to her own cold chamber to learn of tha true inwardness 01 her letter, Breaking the eeal, her quick eye soon ran through tbe lines, yet, ere she finished, the carelessness of girlhood had left Vesta's heart. She had hitherto persuaded herself that Richard's attention had been only ont of re gard to his Cousin if anny, with whom sbe was so intimate. Surely she had never con sidered them as stnetly complimentary to herself, and all the insinuations of others to that effect bad been offensive. Bnt here It was that be, "indeed, loved ber well." For who else in L knew ber to love ber, or -. could name ber to praise? Agreeable as he was as an acquaintance, and as good "match" as ber parents could possibly desire, - Vesta recoiled from the idea of viewing him as a lover. Why, she could not exactly tell ; but as she folded the sheet, and thought fully descended the stairs, she felt herself newly burdened. Had ber brothers not been so absorbed in games that evening, they might have no ticed what a dull sister sat amongst them, And Mrs. Gridley, did she ever know ber sprightly daughter to answer, "I don't know." and "I guess so." in such an ah stracted way? Bat Vesta was keeping these things to herself, and pondering them in her mind. Hugh watched her with critic's eye as he oiled his boots around tbe kitchen fire for his next campaign. His manner to the rest of the family betokened tbe superiority of "knowing something that yon don't know." tsat tms was as un noticed as the other's unusual quiet and deep self-interest. "Shouldn't wonder if the weddin' come off 'fore another winter," thought Hugh, for tbe idea of rejecting such an advantageous "chance" would have appeared to him preposterous. "Jes let me see your volentine, Ves," he whispared next day when the first favorable opportunity presented. "Is it a picture for ' two hearts with a dagger stuck right through, or what?" "No, Hogb, nothing of tbe kind. You are quite mistaken about it." "But ain't it a volentine, then?" be asked asked, with much anxiety. "It is only only a few lines. See there!" drawing it hastily from ber pocket, and spreading it for a moment before him. "Only some writin', after all!" exclaimed the disappointed Hugh, as bis dull eye

failed to notice the poetry form of the

writin' "Wall. I'm beat: I'd bet any thing 'twas a regular volentine." The next time that Mr. Gridley's hired man went to the post office he was entrusted with a letter directed to the principal of a young ladies' seminary, asking for terms and accommodations, as a '"pupil from his family" would like to enter at the spring 1 session. This course Vesta had now resolved to take, as her parents were desirous, and it would postpone further advances, she thought it might be for years, and it might be forever. 1 reparations were at once begun for tbe outfit, and when bashful friend John called one day to invite her to assist in a grand school exhibition in an adjoining town, ber mother bad answered, in her absence, that "Vesta was as busy as she could be getting ready to go away, and hadn't a minute to spend." Poor John: This exhibition had opened to his gaze a Jacob ladder on which be would travel heights of bliss as he should fetch and carry Vesta to and from rehearsals. Little did Mrs. Gridley suspect tbe pang sent into his heart by her refusal. Ab, no. No more than Bbe suspected the existence of a "regular volentine in tbe bouse." As was predicted by her friends, .Vesta made most gratifying progress in study, and it was not surprising that before the usual time for graduation sbe had been offered a post as assistant. This was accepted, and becoming more and more interested in ber work, and her service being appreciated, she was further promoted, till at length she found herself "principal and preceptress" a position to which at first she would not have dared to aspire. But meanwhile the years had glided by, and Vesta was no longer young. Absorbed in her school and devoted to its duties, sbe gave little thought to the chaDgs that time had made in herself, but vacation visits at borne had seemed to show ber its effects on others. The boys were "married and settled" one of them with ber parents. Hugh bad gone West and fallen a victim to the "fever-neg," as he had written back. While yet a pnpil at the "Sem," she had received from Fanny a glowing account of Cousin Dick's marriage, and subsequently from the same source of his higb standing in a distant city. This was a relief to Vesta's mind, though ber little episoda had ceased to worry her, as she bad never seen or heard directly from him since. After presiding for years at the same institution, Miss Vesta began to feel that both she and it were needing a change. She was thinking it over ss she sat one evening at tbe old home, whither sbe bad been summoned by the fatal illness of ber mother. But if she resigned her present position, what would be her plans for the future? She could not come home and take up life as she had left it. Her mother was now gone and her father would probably soon follow. Old acquaintances were scattered some were married, some were dead. To her brother's family she would be only an "old maid aunt." Bereaved of her beloved employment, sbe would be indeed bereaved. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the entrance of two giggling girls, her brother's eldest and a schoolmate Clara Dexter. " . "Oh, aunty, it's Valentine's week, and Clara has got tbe most beautiful one you ever saw, and we want you to help us make np something to answer it," and numerous giggles burst from the excited girls. "I I don't think I altogether approve of valentines," aunty cautiously replied. "Father says he doesn't says I'm too young to have one," put in Clara, "but we only send them for fun, you know," and another series of giggles followed. "Show aunty yours, Clara, and see if she don't think it's just splended." And tbe fanciful envelope was put in ber hands with not a sip;n of maidenly confusion. "Ob, the girl of the period," sighed Miss Vesta, "and John's girl, too!" It was indeed a rare piece of filagree nonsense, which Cupids promiscuously scattering darts in all directions, and "hearts with daggers plunged" in a way to quite meet the views ot Hugh Plunkett. These were the lines that the girls desired to "answer:" Oh tbat my heart a mirror might be. To reflect, Clara, thee, and only but thee! "Don't you think it's nice?" asked the niece, who thought it failed to excite suitable admiration. "Did you ever have one yourself?" she inquired again, abruptly. "les, aunty once had one." "Ob, let me see it; do!" cried the girls. "I have not seen it myself for many years. but it is still preserved, I think, in that little chest with my name on the cover." "Lee me get it, please? ' and with a halt permission, ber niece Hew to tbe little cham ber where she knew it was kept, and it was soon bofore them. At any other time the girls would have been amused with tbe other trinkets tbe little chest bad so long contained, but now they were only carious as to the ancient valentine. "Didn t they have any fancy ones in those days?" asked the inquisitive girl, who evidently thought a plain sheet of paper no valentine at all. "l presume so, but this is the only one 1 ever bad." Wby, it's an acrostic, ain't it?" giggled tbe girls again. "'lis I.' Thsfs real nice. May I copy it, Miss Gridley?" asked Clara, "Yes; 1 have no objection." "Did you know who sent it?" wenion that impertinent niece. 1 1 suppose 1 did." Was it anybody we know?' pursued the persevering miss. "fio; it was nobody that yon have ever seen," replied her aunt, curtly. The eirls went out, giggling as they bad come. "So your aunt used to have a beau. I wonder wby she didn't get married?" I guess they must bave bad a 'fuss' or' something," replied the young Miss Gridley, whose own experience with beaux bad thus far always bad that result. : It was late when Miss esta retired, and still later before sbe could free ber mind from tbe impressions the contents of the little old-fashioned chest had recalled. John Dexter's daughter, too; bow little while it seemed since she was just her age, and John and she such good friends! And she bad hardly spoken to him all these years. He had developed much business talent, bad John. No trace now of tbe bashful boy In the president of . the village bank and otber moneyed enterprises. He bad shot out from his bachelorhood some years ago and brought, unexpectedly. a bride from one of bis Western trips. Sbe bad died soon after tbe birtb of this daughter, and be had been apparently too busy to ever marry again. Perhaps this press of business was why be bad never called when sbe was home. It was strange, she used to think, tbat be never did, but late years she naa ceasea to expect mm. The next afternoon, as she was writing a letter in the little parlor which was always given up to her in the home-comings. the gay jingle of sleigh-bells in the yard attracted her attention. Clara had come again and her father accompanied ber. To Miss Vesta's surprise, be was ushered into her cozy apartment and grasped ber hand with a friendly manner. He seemed intent on some errand, yet spoke of the weather, the long time since they bad met and the suddenness ot her mother s. recent death, At length his tone changed and be began: My Clara made acquaintance with you last evening, she tells me, and copied an old valentine you showed ber. I have called to Inquire that is, I would like to ask if you will let me see it myself?" Miss Vesta hesitated. Sbe "hardly knew now she came to show it to the girli really she " "I would not ask to see it. Miss Gridley, if I did not think I bad a right if I did not believe it was in my own bandwriting." Covered with confusion, the little chest, which still remained by her, was reopened, ana the epistle was handed him. "Just as I expected Kemember It per

fectly well. Had some trouble with the sealing-wax. 1 won't look inside, as I don't need to. I only wanted to satisfy myself as to the genuineness of the document. And so you didn't think it was from me, eh?" "The postmark is " "Yes, yes! What a precious fool I was! Walked miles one blustering day to get it mailed out of town. Afraid our postmaster

would laugh at me! And cut my head off by the operation! Of course yon thought it was from Dick Huxford!" "I must confess I did," blushed Miss Vesta. Oh, tbe mortification that rushed over ber that she bad supposed herself tbe object of a man's affections who bad never given her reason to thus presume! And if she had only known at the time tbat it was John! "Vesta," said be, "I was a green boy when this was written. I may not be much else now, bnt I will put this matter into a more straightforward shape, at least, than I dared do then;" and, taking up his pen, wbichshe had laid aside at bis entrance, be wrote beneath the lines. "'Tis I. John J. Dexter," with all the flourish to be found on bis bank bills. .' There, Vesta," said be, returning it to ber bands: "this paper may be some w tat worn and stricken in years as perhaps you and I are but the record stands as plain to-day as the day it was written. Even plainer. he added, pointing to tbe fresh ink signa ture. "I supposed you went into your school to get rid of me l will ask you now to consider the plan of getting rid of your school for me." Bessie's Valentine. f Mrs. M. F. Butts in Congregatlonabt. "I wish I could bave a valentine," said Bessie Dale. "I s'pose nobody will think to send rae one 'causs I'm so poor; rich girls get everything nice." "Then why don't you see tht at least one poor girl gets a valentine." asked Mrs. Dale. "Me, Mamma! How?" "Suppose you send a valentine to the poorest girl you know," "That would be Hannah White. She's awful poor, and no mistake, her toes came right through ber shoes the last time I saw her; but I don't see how I could send ber a valentine; I haven't a cent, you know yourself, mamma, dear." "Make a valentine, child, if you have no money to buy one with; but can't you think of another little girl whom this St. Valentine is likely to neglect?" "Why there's Grace Warren, Mrs. Warren's little lame girl; I'm sure the postman won't go near her the whole day long. But the idea of my making a valentine; that's ridiculous." Mrs. Dale looked "smiley," as Bessie would say, and went out of the room. . Pretty soon sbe came back with two sheets of pink psper. prettily embossed, and her biz scran book. Bessie watched with wide open eyes, for tbat pink paper was ber delight, and she had often wished that her mother would give her some of it. ' Now get some foolscap," said Mrs. Dale, "and copy the poems tbat I find for you. When you have practiced till you can copy them neatly, I will give you the pink paper, and you can make your valentines." "But I can't write." "You can print the words, and tbat will be all tbe better. The children will know that tbe valentine cams from a child. It will make them hsppy to know that some child thinks of them." S3 tbe poems were found in the scrap-book. and Bessie went to work in earnest. It was two or three days before she could make the vrfl lonlr wf.U ennngh to be corned unon the pretty pink sheets. At last the valen tines were done, and this is the way they read. . The first was to Hannah White, the girl whose toes were out of ber shoes. See if you do not think it was suitable: My little love is poor As poor can be ; Her dress is torn and worn What's that to rae) Her tiny toes peep from Her ragged shoe; But what a sweet soul Alls Her eyes of blue! My little love is good As good as can be; Her li-art is pure, and thut Is much to me; And so I chose her from The rich and flue. And glauly sign myself Her Valentine. Tbe next was for the little lame girl: I saw a little body Creeping on the ground, Scorned or forgotten By nil the world around. This brown little body Was strangely changed one day God gave it wium of glory; It rose and flew away. All tired little bodies. Take this thought to heart ; The body is the wrapping, And not the nobler part. Though scorned and lorgotten, It w 11 be changed some day, And on its wings of glory Will rise and ily away. Just as Bessie was printing the last words of ber second valentine, Captain Fred came In to get Mrs. Dale to do some mending lor him. Captain Fred was a retired military man, with loose change In bis pocket. He looked at tbe valentines and whistled a lit' tie. Then he inquired about tbe lame girl, and about tbe little toes that were peeping out of somebody's shoes, as If to see what was going on in the world. On St. Valentine's day tbe postman was very busy. "Two valentines for you," be said, as be stopped at.Hannati White's door, 'and one is a mighty big one." O how sur prised little Uanna was! You will easy guess tbat the big valentine was a pair of shoes, and that Captain Fred sent them. Bnt the pretty printed verses did ber almost as much good as tbe shoes; indeed, I think tbey were more valuable; for the shoes wore out, but she remembered the verses as long as she lived. And the postman did not forget little lame Grace Warren. He carried her, beside the pink valentine, a lovely book ot stories. And did Bessie Dale get nothing? you ask. Oyes; Captain Fred sent ber a magnificent valentine, one ot the daintiest to be iounu: and she is so proud of it that she shows it to this day. So it often happens in this ereat world tbat a great deal of good flows from a little act oi Kindness, just as a oeautiful, blossoming plant comes from a little bumble seed. Care or the Feet. Many of tbe colds so prevalent at this sea son! commence at the feet; therefore to keep these extremities warm is to effect an insurance aeainst tbe almost interminable list of disasters which spring outoi a "slight cold. First, never be tightly shod. iJoots or shoes, when they fit too closely, press against tbe foot so as to prevent the tree cir culation of tbe blood. When, on the con trary. they fit comparatively loosely, the blood has free course, and the spaces left between tbe leather and tbe stock ing become filled with a comfortable supply of warm air. The second rule is, never sit in damp shots It is often imagined that unless tbey are positively wet it is not nee essary to change them. This is a fallacy, for when tbe least dampness is absorbed to tbe sole it is attracted to the foot by its warmth. and thus the perspiration is dangerously checked. Any person can prove this by trying the experiment of negTecting this rule. The feet will become cold and damp very shortly, although on taking off the shoes and warming them they will appear quite dry. Keeps Kla-ht On. Boston Post. Hn. Sherman says ber husband must not dance. Bat the general keeps on. and says It's naughty, but ita nice. The general is quite carried away with the new nag and jump warn.

FOOLING WITH A BULL.

Terrible Tragedy In a Mexican Arena. A Beait That Paid Off Some Old Scoies in a Highly Beastly Fashion. Asi Animal That Ought To Be 1st Spa I a. Sun Francisco Chronicle. Tbe rural Mexicans are the most truly democratic people I bave ever been among; there la no distinction of caste among them; the rich and the poor meet socially upon the same footing, and share together the same sleeping apartment, which, In tbe dry season, is the open air. I was anxious to con Untie my journey on the morrow, and told my host that I wished to employ a guide who knew the way across the country to a location which I designated. He informed me that one could not be bad tbe next day, as there was to be a great bull fight on the edge of the town, and the man I would have to employ was to fight the bull; but that tbe next day after I could get him for my guideI never find fault with tbe inevitable, and decided at once to remain one day longer in town, and also to witness the bovine contest with tbe man. The tcene of the fight was to be in an old corral inclosed on three sides by high and thick adobe walls, and on the other by what appeared to be an impenetrable fence of a growth of pltahaya, a cactus of a Bated columnar form, and armed with a bristling array of strong, sharp thorns. It formed a fence which neither man nor beast wonld endeavor to break through. A strong scaffolding bad been erected out side the adobe walls, to a level with them, and on this were arranged the seats from which the spectators could witness the sight, free from all danger. My host procured for me a front seat, from which I could obtain a full view of the arena. I can never forget the scene which was befon me as I ap proached the seat which I was to occupy, The Mexican women delight in brilliant colors for their shawls and dresses, and as tbe sbawl is an indispensable portion of their at tire, it is generally selected more for the brilliancy of its hues than for any other quality. The seats were all occupied, most of them by women, and such an aggregation of gaudy tints I do not think could be found elsewhere, jno matter it the dress was old and faded, the shawl must be warm in its coloring and rXASHIKG WITH BRIGTNESS. The aged crone was there, dark in complex ion, wrinkled in visage, ebrlvled and bent in form, and whitened to the bue of Bnow in ber disheveled locks. Tbe maiden was there, of pure Castillian blood, with cheeks of purist white, eyes rivaling in blackness midnight's darkest hour, long glossy hair of the tint of the raven's wing, resting upon rounded and full-formed shoulders, and then falling away until they nearly trailed upon the soil; torms tun ot me, riump, vol' uptuous and fascinating. The younger mat ron was there, still retaining traces of i beauty tbat is fading, oh! too soon. Maid ens of mixed blood were there, too deep in color to be termed brunette; they, too, bad eyes that spoke volumes as they glanced from beneath their long dart lashes; nor were their forms less attractive than those of their white sisters. Old men were there. seemingly so old that it might be thought that death had overlooked them. Young men were there, dark-visaged, scowling jealously upon each otber, and with their mantis wrapped about their shoulders and their wide brimmed bats shading their brows and faces. Some were fully clad. while tbe wearing apparel ot others consist ed of merely a trinity oi items bat, sandals and breech cloth. Some of this latter class of men were splendid specimens of muscu lar development, lithe, active, self-possessed and evidently conscious of their strength and prowess. Une especially drew my at tention to him. lie was outside of the arena as I passed onward toward it. I think I never saw a more perfect form than his; it was one that the sculptor would delight to bave as a model, or tbe painter would rejoice to delineate upon bis canvas. He held in his araishis first-born, which be fondled with a father's warmest pride, and placed himself where I could not fail to notice his . infant son. I made some complimentary remark about his boy, at which his eye glistened with delight, while the mother, who stood near, re plied in a musical voice with ber thanks for the notice of her babe. Back of the group upon tbe raised seats rose the white walls and dark, brown-tiled roof of the church, while far, far away in the distance the lofty mountain tops, glistening in the sun shine, closed the picture. After taking my seat I looked down into tbe corraL and could not bnt admire my guide, not only for his powerful and perfect build, but also for bis good-humored expression and calm self-pos session. As be loitered about in the arena there was a self -consciousness of the victory be would achieve when bis opponent should be driven into the inclosure. There was some little delay before the bull came upon the scene, but w hen a large gate in tbe adobe wall was opened, and be entered the corral with a roan and a bound, A TERRIItLK PRESENTIMENT of an awful tragedy seemed to thrill the en tire multitude. For my&eii, it so painiuny impressed me tbat if I could bave easily left tbe place I would at once bave done so, although but a moment before I bad been so anxious to witness the contest. It was a spendid animal, well knit, strong and power ful. It seemed to comprehend tne situation at once, for with aloud tone it bellowed forth its defiance to its antagonist, and then w.tn head lowered to the ground, commenced pawing tbe earth and giving demonstrations of speedily commencing the combat. Tbe attendants waved their red nags betore it. and irritated it still more by prodding it with their sharp pointed lances. Our hero closely watched ita every movement with keen and intense interest, evidently aware that it nnght make a sudden rush at any moment With a roar that appeared to shake the very earth ' and tbat certainly tbrew terror Into every heart ro that audience, it sprang forward, lowering its bead with tbe design of tosssng tbe Mexican into tbe air; but tbe attempt was a failure. lor he sprang quickly to one side. and goading with his staff the now incensed animal into a state of fury as it passed him, nerved himself for tbe more serious part of tbe conllict. I admired his fearlessness, and saw tbat he was a man ot daring courage, tbat would never falter iu any emergency, Two or three times the bull renewed tbe attack with no better result, and every time he escaped tbe lunge of the animal the audience shouted and cheered loudly, appeanng to bave overcome, tbe present!' meot of evil, and having full confidence in bis ability to win tbe victory whenever be chose to do so. It would hardly be credited that tbe countenance of a bull could vary in its expression, but it certainly appeared as if Intense rage and demo niacal bale stood out noon every hair on ita face and the more it was baffled in its attempt to gore its intended victim. the deeper and wilder became thatexpres sion ot vicious propensity. One of the at tendants gave the bull a more severe thrust than he intended to. when it turned so sud denly upoa bim that before be could evade

the attack tbe animal bad him upon its

horns, and, ripping the body open with the exertion, tossed him high in the air, while bis blood spurted out in his face. The man feu with a heavy thud upon the soil, and in an instant the bull was goring him again and again. In vain the others tried to divert his attention from the man, or endeavor to rescue their fallen companion from his terrible late, in less time than it takes to narrate the episode tbe poor fellow was a lifeless corpse. . It was A Bon SICKEKIKO SIGHT. 8ome of the women fainted at once, while the others screamed in terror and horror at the scene. All this commotion, combined with the scent of fresh blood, wronght tbe bull into a state of frenzy, and it swept around and across tbe inclosure with such violence and rapidity that the men could with difficulty escape from its rushing attacks. The cry was given to open the gate and let the bull pass out into tbe stall in wnicn it had been kept, but tbe gate keeper bad become too terrified to understand tbe order or to perform his duty, and the gate remained closed. The nerve ot my guide never faltered for an instant, but seeing the tenor ot the others, and witnessing tbe f ury of the animal, be drew his long knife and calmly awaited the next rush to make the fatal thrust tbat should terminate the existence of tbe bull and the scene of excitement. Once more the bull swooped down toward bim. and he stood ready to strike the knife into Its neck, br.t as be attempted to spring back and let tbe bull pass by him before doing so, bis foot slipped, and be was at once impaled upon the horns of the beast, and in a moment HIS TJFELESS BODY fell within a few feet of his dead comrade. The excitement of the crowd now reached the most intense point; it amounted to actual agony. For a moment they were spell bound by terror, and gave utterance to pierc ing shrieks and cries. Then several shots were bred at tbe bull, none of which took serious effect, but only appeared to increase its madness and its Ire, Suddenly the bull. now blinded with rage and maddened by the wounds it had received, dashed against the thorny barrier of the pitahaya, and breaking through it, rushed among the terrified multitude upon the outside of tbe inclosure. Tbe crowd scattered in all directions, and the bull tossed or trampled noon all who were in its way as it rushed toward the open plain. There were three others killed outright and several seri ously wounded. Heart sick with the horrible scene, I blended with tbe people that were seeking their homes. When drawing near a group that- surrounded one of those killed upon tbe outside, above tbe wallings oi tne crowd there arose upon the air the shrill, agonizingcryof abeart-broken woman. and as tbe group made way I saw lying upon the ground one of the animal's victims, while its mother was kneeling over it. It was the first born of that fond father 1 bad before no ticed; the bull having tossed the neighbor who bad it in his arms and killed them both at tbe same time. I would not for the pos seeslon of the entire Mexican republic wit ness another such bull fight. A Hero Martyr. Boston Courier. "What are you doing there?'' said a kindhearted stranger to a half frozen plumber, who was leaning back in a recumbent position against the board fence, near a service pipe be bad been engaged in repairing. It was one oi those cold days, ana the mechanic was with difficulty aroused from that delightful fatal stupor tbat precedes death by freezing. "What are you doing there, I eav?" be re peated, with another vigorous shake. "Mending that pipe, replied the half-dazed plumber. But it's done, am t It?" Yes." "Why don't yon go home, then?" sir. he replied, and there was in his face that exalted look which tbe martyr who dies for his fellows always wears; "sir, our shop's in tbe nnion, and a man who'd make less than a day out o tbat job could nt stay in the P. and O. F. union 40 minutes. No, sir; I'll die at my pciL" The good-bearted stranger went away, say ing to himself, "That's a true hero. What a city councilman he'd make!" Poor, bat Respectable. This is the way it is played: A man past the prime of life, poorly dressed, and having a mournful quiver in his voice, takes two old oyster cans, partly tills them with sand, does tbem up in neat shape, and, se lecting a house, be calls the lady to the door, and says: 'Madame, I m old and poor, but 1 m not a thief. I found these oyster cans on tbe street, and won t you be good enough to keep 'em till tbe owner calls?" "Wby, tbe owner may never call," replies the lady. 'Tbat s so; bat 1 m not able to buy mux and crackers, even if I bad oysters; you'd better keep 'em a while anyhow. If no one comes the cans are yours." Sometimes tbe old man mages a quarter. and sometimes only a bite to eat. Tbe owner does not arrive, and tbe family prepare for fried oysters for supper. When the paper is torn some ioiks laugh and some don't Some ssy they'll hunt over every rod of ground in tbe United States but they'll find the old man ana mate mm eat the last grain of sand and tbe cans to boot A Cnrlona Caacer. Racine (Wis.) Letter to Chicago Times. A young man named John Glliis died here Saturday and was buried yesteraay. ine disease ot which be died was osteo cepnaloma (cancer of tbe bone), and tbe case was of considerable interest to the medical pro fession. Tbe formation was on tbe right leg, extending from tbe hm to tbe knee loint. It measured os inches in circumference, ana weighed 125 pounds, being much heavier than all tbe rest of tbe body. The growth of the cancer had been eoine on lor two years. It was lanced about a week ago and dis charged a considerable amount of cancerous nnld, but no relief, tne most temporary, resulted. Tbe Times correspondent was in formed by an able physician to-day tbat no other case of the kind is on record wbere the cancer bad attained to anywhere so great a size. , I Why Hot Arrest Street Beargars. Sunday Afternoon. Wby should not every professional or hab itual beggar be arrested or imprisoned? In tbe streets of every large city in this land men, women and children regularly plying tbe trade of mendicancy, are to be met with at every turn. There ought to be workbouses for these vagrants, wbere they should be compelled to labor for their livelihood. In Paris, we are told, no beggar is ever seen in the streets; a similar vigorous enforcement of law in American cities would cause no suffering, would promote Industry and virtue. Tbe psople who can not work U not need to beg from door to door; there are provisions enough everywhere for the relief of such as these; and the energetic repression of beggsry is tbe first contribution tbat tbe law ought to make toward working out the problem ot pauperism. . Hardly Kver. . Conrier-JoarnaLl Mr. Potter Mr. President have you ever appointed a man to office whom tou knew, or bad any reason to believe, was engaged In the purchasing oi any returning puara, or any member thereof 7 Mr. Hayes "JN ever!" Mr. Potter "Nevetr Mr. Hayes-"Hardly ever!" The rieht thine in the right Place is with out doubt Dr. Bull's Baby Syrup, tha best remedy for babies while teething, race -a cents a bottle,

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