Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 38, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 September 1879 — Page 7

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY WRNING SEPTEMBER ,17, ,1879.

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If I eoold only love thee, Ixve, a little more, If tbv fair love outlived the brief sweet rose If In my golden flek) were all thy store. And aU my joy within thy garden close Thfln wnnM I nrflv mv huirt a Imi tnll fnnd Forever, and a little bit beyond. IX daffodil and primrose -were not frail. : . .' If snowdrop a led not ere the dying day ' If I were true as Dapbnls In the tale, If thon oonldst love as Jaliet in the playThen would I teach my heart to be foil fond Forever, and a little bit beyond. But since I fear I am bnt wayward true. And way waid false, fair love, thon seem'st to be; Blnoe I some day mast sfgh for something new. And each day thoa for life's monotony, Prithee, stay here ere yet we grow too fond, And let me pass a little bit beyond. - Blackwood's Magazine. . GRANDPA'S INDIAN STORY. . - Bt LESLIE THORJiK. ; "Grandpa grandpa!" cried all tbe little folks in chorus, "don't you know a real nice story?" The rain was pouring out-doors; the fire shone and blazed on the hearth, for Grandpa Germond lived in the country, where there were plenty of nice pine logs to bum ; and Betsy the maid, had just lit the big lamp that hung, in a little padoga of crimson and blue stained glass, in the middle of the room and, altogether, it was just the sort of night for Btory-telling. Besides they had played at all sorts of games until they were tired; and supper wasn't quite ready; and cook said she wouldn't have them in the kitchen while she was frying the crullers, and getting the waffles and honey ready; so there was nothing left to do but to to tell stories. "What sort of a story?" said the old gentleman, looking kindly down at the little, laughing, bright-eyed flock. "A ghost story," bawled Tom. "An Indian story," said Lisette, an innocent little blue-eyed thing, with her doll in her arms, "with lots of scalps and tomahawks in it." "A sea story," said Charley. "A story about a miser who found a pot of gold, said Josey. -"A fairy story," whispered Nell. "Now see here," said the old gentleman, laughing, "we haven't time for five stories, and there seems to be hve dinerent opinions here, flow shall we settle ltf "Let's draw lots,A said Tom. So they got five different slips of paper, and wrote upon them, "Ghost," "Indian," "Sea," "Miser," and "Fairv," and put them all into a hat. -"Who shall draw lots?" said Tom. And all the children cried out, "Nell:' and so the little girl, who was a head shorter than any of them, put her plump hand into he bat and pulled out the one on which was iy a iviU .a. uuiuii. mtlnn lilniiian 'Good! cried Lisette, clapping her hands, goodr "Uh, dear, said Tom, with his iace halt yard long, "I wanted a nice creepy-crawly sort of a ghost story, that would make us all afraid to go to bed! "And I wanted some dear little silverwinged fairies," chirped Nell, "with crowns on their heads, and diamond dewdropa at the end of their wands. "All in good time, children," said Grandpa Germond, "all in good time. But Lisette has farly won her choice to-dav. And an Indian story it shall be hut a true one One that happened to me when j was a little boy." The children all gathered around their grandfather's chair, with eager, expectant laces; even the disappointed lom evinced some interest. . "If there's plenty of scalps in it. said he "maybe it will be almost as good as a ghost "Oh, there shall be plenty of scalps, I promise you, said grandpa. "Well, once upon a time, children, when I was a little chap, not much bigger than Nellie ' there, I went out West to visit my Uncle Job. Uncle Job lived in the wilderness where there were bears and panthers, and wolves, and all sorts of wild cattle, liesides Indians. "Real Indians, grandpa?" said little Nell, with open eyes and mouth. - - "Yes, real Indians, with scalp-locks waving n their heads, and blankets wrapped around their shoulders, and strings of colored beads around their necks, and mnged leggms on their legs. Not such Indians as you see when you go to ri lagara or Canada, sheepish, red skinned fellows, dressed in white mens clothes, and looking as if they were ashamed t themselves, but royal sons of the lorest. "Grandpa," said Josey, "weren't you raid?" "Not in the least," said the old gentlems r. laughing, "until I heard the story of a hostile band of Indians, who had moved down from tliA Tnm wrhnrla-Tnwfl. wn & final fiii-thar

i West then than the Californian coast is now

I and who had their tents all hung with the I scalps of their enemies. So I left off coiner

to play all by myself in the blackberry pasf lures, and to nsa in the quiet river down under the hilL for, you see, I had no idea of being scalped. "One dav an old scissors-crinder and clock

" mender came along, and while he was putting

Uncle Job s kitchen clock in good striking order it had puzzled us, considerably, by striking sometimes two and sometimes two and sixty o'clock, just as it happened he told a variety of stories about these troublesome Indians, how they had stolen all old Mrs, Mopps's wash off the lines, and robbed Farmer Patney's hen-roost, and driven Jacob -JelitFs best cow away in the dead of night. "Ah, ' said the old clock-mender, "they re unlucky neighbors, these redskins. We never had such thieving Indians around before. And little Billy Smithers is lost, and they mi a it ne s been stolen by these very fellows. And they went to Mrs. Mickleston s yester day ana asked her to give them some of her nice honeycomb and she shut the door in their faces and told them to go about , their - business. .. I wouldn't, be her for a good aeair "Why not? asked Uncle Job, who was : .mending a piece of broken harness by the " kitchen fire. . "The old clock-mender shook his head. . " 'They'll wake up some fine nizht and find 'emselves all scalped," said the old clockmender, solemnly. . , . --' - Oh, I guess not,'- said Uncle Job. " 'Well, we'll see,' said the clock-mender. "Uncle Job forgot all about the Indians, and Mrs. Mickleston, and the honey-comb. but Iitold Betsev. the maid servant, all about -I 'pt in a little cnb in Betsy s room ana ks .both ot us toy awake halt the night, listening- to hear the Indians' fbotsteDS on the green grass.; under our windows, that even when worn out by the fatigue of her day s iron iag, Betsey fell fast asleep at last, I waked her tip to; ask if she didn t hear a sound like an Indian's war-whoop in the swamp below the house.- But Betsey sat up and listened, and Qthe moonlight. So then I felt better and soon went to sleep. "The next day Aunt Kizzy Keziah was - her real name, but we children bad all been : taught to call her 'Kizzy called Betsey, 'Betsey, said she, 'I haven t got a yeast cake left, and I can't bake without one. Just yon go over to Mrs. Mickleston's and ask her lo lend me one. I know she mad up a lot r- last week. ' And run as fast as ever you can "oo JOetsey put on ner' sun-bonnet; and started at good round pace across tb

meadows. .1 wanted - to- go, too, for Betsy and I were fast friends, but Aunt Kizzy said

could not climb tbe fences quickly enough; se.to console me for my disappointment, I was given a little saucepan full of molasses, and told I might boil it over the fire to make molasses candy 1 .Pretty soon Betsy came back, looking as white as a sheet. .. -? "Where is my yeast cake ?" said Aunt Kizzy. ' ' ' '. "Yeast cake. said . Betsey. "You wouldn t talk of yeast cakes in that sort of I wav, misses, if you'd seen what I've seen I "And she sat down, pale and trembling. with her hands over her hea.t. Bless and save, child ' said Aunt Kizzy, what have you seen?" House all empty, said Betsey, in a deep voice, as it it came from the soles ot her shoes. 'Not a Mickleston of 'em to be seen! And seven scalps hanging out on the garden fence!" V "What!' screamed Aunt Kizzy. "Nonsense! said Uncle Job. - ! tell you I saw 'em myself!' said Betsy, with these eyes! All in a row, with the long hair blowing about on the garden fence! The' minute I set eyes on 'em I gave a screech, and ran for home as fast as I could I' "Didn t 1 tell vou so?" said the clockmender, who had slept in the garret and was going on to the next house, as soon as he had ground up all Aunt Kizzy's scissors, and shears, and the great carving knife. ' Uncle Job put on his hat, and took the gun off its hooks over the mantel-piece. Jerry l said he, to the hired man, "take your pistol and iollow me. ill sitt tnis matter to the bottom ! None of my neigh bor s shall be scalped without my knowing the reason wnyl lhe clock-mender caught up the carving knife. "I'll go, too!" said he. "I'm an old man, but there's fight left in me yet, and so 1 11 show these redskins!'. Aunt Kizzy and Betsey looked at each other. 'We won t stav behind by ourselves. said they. . So they took .me by the hand, and off we all tramped together. "sure enough, there was the hair, Betsey had described, all blowing about on the fence, of every shade and length but there was also the Jlickleston s, the old lady and her six girls picking over berries at the back kitchen door. They had been down berrying in the swamp, and had just re turned with their store of fruit. "'What's that?' said Uncle Job, pointing at the fence. "Oh! said .Mrs. Jdicklesten, 'that s our hair. There was a hair peddler come along this morning, and we sold him all our hair. And it s cut on and washed, and hung out to dry. It'll soon grow again, and he paid us oO cents a head! Then you ain't been scalped by the In dians! said Aunt .huzzy. Bless your heart, no!' said Mrs. Mickles ton. 'Nor ever thought of such a thing!' And there.Ichildren," said Grandpa Ger mond, "is my Indian story, with seven real scalps in it! Now run to supper, for I hear the bell ringing, and I smell the hot waffles and crullers! A Lady's Tribute to a Dog To those who don't love dogs this little tribute will be worse than nonsense, but to those and I know of several of them in your pleasant city who do love them it will meet with sympathy. Some writer says a lover oi humanity can hardly tail to be a lover of caninity. There often comes under mv window an immense .Newfoundland, who found his way by some side passage all through last winter, where he would lie with his black coat contrasting against , the snow until recognized by some greeting either in the form of a . bone or "good morning," for either of which he would have the dog-cour tesy of wagging his tail, and for which, as also with the purr of a cat, I ever feel grateiul. It Dulse hnds the curtain down he will go round to the front door and wait. Our offerings are quite minute in character, and it always moves a smilo to see him swallow one and then look around as if to say, "Was there anything dropped?" or "Did you speak?' iiut it is ot a beautiful suk-haired dog from Uardin 1 was to writs. 1 never saw any dumb animal express so much speech, if I may so, as did our small iriena. l4y talking to and pitying him 1 could make him weep. and it has been said that when called to din ner he actually smiled. That I never sawbis tears I have wiped away! That he had dreams we knew, because 1 have seen him. like Mab, demolishing some adversary in his sleep, for instance, a rival pet pigeon, whose tail-featbels fell as trophies to Beauty's valor one day. That he could comprehend all he heard was beyond a doubt, for, standing myselt without looking toward him at the end ot a long room, when he was apparently sleeping in a forbidden chair, I've said, "A person is on my cushion, and I desire him to leave it,' when one spring would take him out of sight. X think that chair IX m sitting in it now) was an Eden to him, and I've often suddenly entered the room, found it rocking by appaarently an invisible touch, when the aggressor, hearing my step, has plunged under the table, quite forgetting the moving witness against him, and, with one eye asleep would watch me with the other. In that single instance his sagacity failed him, but lor naentv, gratitude and love he was un surpassed. Kindness and caresses were a necessity of his nature, and in that trait the relationship between us was not so very far distant. A writer has said that there is not a single scientific argument against the con tinued existence of the animal which would not tell equally against human immortality. We carry with us the characteristicts of each and every animal. There is not one fiercest passion, one movemont of affection, or quali ty, either tor praise or blame, existing . in them that does not exist in us. . Beauty had the rudiments of a conscience, I know, and a heart for it was broken ' at last. I came away, and bis mistress once long after let drop on the floor an old dress of mine. ' He recognized and caressed It . with every sign r .. .1 . : - m! j a x too, left him to the kind care of Mrs. P why was good enough to write to us respecting hint. He was unhappy and and anxious. looking in the face of every new comer for the one he wished to see. At last he only drank, but retused to eat, and pined awav, One day he stood awhile gazing earnestly at Mrs. P , as she wrote, looking just as if he said, "You have been - very kind to me, but they dor-'tlcome back good bye," then crept on to his cushion, lay down quietly, and diedk , "Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before iioa." ... ... ., ;. A little squint-eyed Chicago boy praucod up to mother and said: ffla, nam t I been real good since I've been goin' to Sundalyscfcaiolf "les my lamb, answered" the maternal, fondly. . "And you trust me now, don't you, ma?" "Yes, darling." "Then,' spoke up the little innocent "what ' makes you keep the cookies locked up in the pantry the same as ever ''-'A wooden ' doll Vhich William .Perm brought over from England as a present to one of his daughters.' is still cherished by a Washington family. It is known as LetitiaPenn, the name of the great Quaker' daugh-t

I ter, and is a faded beauty 12 indhos high,' J; dertli'e direction of the consul. This ordnance there. Why, I wouldn't have missed that lit- ! without a joint in iU body. , ax -'iii mm then pTobably the ( finest in, the' world, ' tie scrape for all the stakes tind gate-money.. ""! ii li.'SV.T.W, it :.f-- s?:ioi- I .jilv,":-! - - ...;.-.: ' -" ',T ' '

. 8UX-SFi50UD BANKER.

A New Contribution to Its History by a For mer Baltimorean A French Consul Said to be the Cause of Its Being Written. Chicago Times. "The Star-Snanzled Banner" is probably the best national lyric ever written. "Hail Columbia and the ".Marseillaise Hymn are its only rivals, and these must take a second ary place. The subject-matter of these com positions, alone, would establish their reiaf. . . i -I ; -l . tive merit, "Hail Columbia" is an ode to a country, and the "Marseillaise is a war song. And neither one of these topics is such a definite and beautiful object, or such a powerful excitant of purely patriotic emotion, as the national flag is. At any rate the patriotic feelings of the American people determine violently to this song as their most complete and joyful expression. And although the circumstances which occasioned its composi tion are periodically presented in the press, the account of its origin, like the poem itself, seems to be forever fresh and entertaining to Americans. It is not the purpose of this article to re late over again, in detail, the story of the origin of "The Star-Spangled Banner," but to give to the public a tradition of which I am one of the few living depositaries, and which puts the subject in a new and still more interesting light. And no more of the wellknown narrative will be referred to than may be necessary to refresh the mem ory and to make my own contribution to the history of tbe poem intelligible. "The Star-Spangled Banner" was composed during the war of 1812 by Francis Scott ivey.. Key was the United states commis sioner lor the exchange ot prisoners, and about September 10 was on board a British ehipnot far from Washington, performing the duties of his office. At the same time Rear Admiral Cockburn . and Vice Admiral Cochrane, ' of ' the British navy, determined to pro ceed with their fleet to the Patapsco river and bombard Fort Mcfienry, the fortification just below and protecting the city of Balti more. The vessel on wnich .Key was so journing was ordered to follow the fleet soon alter its departure, and the .British naval of ficers, fearing that Key might give information which would mar their enterprise, kept him on board and took him into the action. Lieutenant Colonel Armstead, ' who was in command of . the fort ' dur ing the engagement, - gives the fol lowing account of the bombardment in his official report On Tuesday morning (bepteniber 13) about sunrise, the enemy commenced the attack from his five bomb-vessels at the distance of about two miles, when, finding that his shells reached us, he anchored and kept up an in cessant and well-directed bombardment. We ; in mediately opened our batteries, and kept a brisk lire from our guns and mortars. but unfortunately our shot and shells all fell considerably short of him. About 2 o'clock p. m. one of the 24-pounders on the southwest bastion, under the immediate com mand of Captain Nicholson, was dismounted by a shell, the 'explosion from which killed his second lieutenant and wounded several of his men. The bustle necessarily produc ed in romoving the wounded, and remounting the gun, probably induced the enemy to suspect that we were in a state of confusson, as he brought in three of his bomb-ships to what I believe to be good striking distance. I immediately ordered a fire to be opened, which was obeyed with alacrity through the whole garrison, and in half an hour those in truders again sheltered thnmselves by withdrawing beyond our reach. We gave three cheers, and again ceased firing. The bombardment continued on the part of the enemy until i o clock on W ednesday morning, when it ceased: and about 9 O'clock their ships got under way, and stood down the river. i he British vessel on which Key ar rived at the scene of the bombardment on Tuesday night, and his anxiety to know the result of the conflict was so great that he oaid rerieated visits to the masthead, even before daylight, for the purpose of discover ing whether the American flag was still liv ing over the fort. At length the light became sufficient for him to discover that the star-spangled banner was still waving over Armstead and his gallant garrison, and in the joy of his heart he immediately went lielow and made what will always be regarded as the greatest practical effort of his life. Soon afterward it was printed in a Baltimore newspaper. 1 state these facts from memory merely, and mav have fallen into inaccuracies, but the statement is exact enough to serve as an introduction tcan item of information which. lor obvious reasons, has not found its way into history, and which I desire to give to the public. It must strike any reflecting reader that the account given in Armstead's report is mysterious. That the British fleet should be able to anchoroutof reach of the guns of the fort, and throw shells at their leisure into the fort for 25 hours, and then deliberately "get under way and stand down the river is unaccountable. True, Amstead reports only a trifling loss, but Niles' Register says that 400 shells, weighing about 200 pounds each, were thrown into the fort; and it is very difficult to understand why, when Vice Admiral Cochrane, who was in command, had made such a brave beginning and such good progress, he should abandon the assault, and never assign any reason for it; for he and Rear Admiral Cockburn evidently regarded the reduction of Baltimore as an inportant and desirable end to be gained, and it is incredible that they could have begun or ended the bombardment of Fort McHenrv through mere caprice. This is a mystery which I pro pose to solve.. And in doing so 1 shall show that while the gifted brain and patriotic heart of Key evolved the celebrated poem, another person, at present almost unknown in the history of these events, performed services without which Key would never have had the inspiration which enabled or compelled him to compose "Tho Star-Spangled Ban ner. , I was born and brought up in Maryland. and spent a good part of my life in Balti more. . And among my . intimate acquaintances, while living there,- was a gentleman named Charles A. Leloup, who is now ad vanced in years, and fills the position of professor in Mount St. Mary's Roman Catholic (Jollcge, at Kmmetsburg, Maryland. - This gentleman was' the son of the first French consul resident at Baltimore at the time of the bombardment, and, like his honored and en lightened futher, he is a man of strictest vera city and integrity. And through Professor iveloup l became lnlormed of service rendered the Americans by Consul Leloup at the time of the bombardment, which entitles him to their grateful remembrance, and with out which we would inevitably have been todav without our national ode and air. , The Atierican forces in and around Baltimore at the time of the attack were under the command of Major General Smith. And this General Smith, when the attack was im minent, or had begun, fearing or discovering the superiority of the artillery of the fleet over that, of tha fort, applied, strangely enough, to Consul Leloup for assistance. A few years previous a French ship called the Jjeol had been condemned at Baltimore, and its-ordnance naa oeen stored away ,tbere un

and it was not strange that General Smith !

wished to have it even if it showed some i effrontery for him to ask for it. -.. However, ; the city was in danger of falling into the hands of a ruthless foe, who had already sacked the capital, and General Smith did not hesitate to present himself at the office of the consul, where that official was surrounded by several other gentleman, and asked him to lend the Leol's guns for immediate use in the fort. The consul was a thorough Republican, and in the most unreserved sympathy with General Smith, but he promptly and emphatically informed that officer that France and England were friendly powers, and that a loan of the Loci's guns to England's enemies, would be a violation of his consular duties, ton flagrant to be thought of for an instant; and the general retreated in the best order that he could. . But the kind-hearted consul's bark was worse than his bite. A moment after General Smith's leaving the room he excused himself to his company, and overtook him on the staircase. "General," he said "you must see the propriety of the answer I gave you in the ' office. but I have something additional to say. ' I am only one man and there are 15,000 men in the city. .Now, if lo.OOO men can not take the Leol's guns from one man, I have nothing more to say.". The surprise was complete and delightful to the anxious general, who said: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Jeloup; that is sufficient," and hastened away. It is not necessary to discredit anything in Colonel Armstead's report in order to credit the statement that General Smith took possession of tbe Leol's guns at once, placed them in position in the tort and compelled the English fleet to withdraw. At what stage of tbe bombardment tbe long-range guns of the Leol were brought to bear on the Deet is uncertain; probably it was not until Wednesday morning, a short time before the Britishers "got under way and stood down the river."At the time of these events Professor Le loup was old enough to observe and remember them. , He says that his father kept a saddled horse standing at the gate all the while, and would many times during the day gallop to the top of a neighboring hill to watch the firing. And when at last he saw the fleet weigh anchor, he gave way to his joy in the wildest manner, and exclaimed: "I knew the Leol's guns would beat them!" ' Monotonous Employment. A certain writer says that it is not so much the labor that oppresses many women and inclines them to slackness and shiulessness as tbe wearying repetition of acU in . whieh they have small interest, when they should be about workot their own choosing, and the ertainty that, perform each task as taithfully as may be, there is nothing enduring in its natuie; and since it must be often repeated, why should one be so nice it its accomplish ment? they argue; how will a slight horeand there signify in a matter so immaterial? And thus, in epite of the adnge that 'pactice makes perfect," neglect creeps into the practice and mars its perfection. . I erhaps the liousewile does not sweep her room so thoroughly to day because the operation must bo repeated to-morrow, nor dust so particularly, since dust, unlike her coflee, has a trick of settling often. ;Why should she take unsparing pains with food that is to be eaten up as soon as it is out of the oven, and not by visitors, either, who would credit her with skill? Or, why be "fusy" about the beds that are to be tumbled in a few honrs? At the same time, what is worth doing at all is worth doing well, they tell us. Why did she undertake a business for which she had no talent and in which she finds nothing congenial? For whom does she bake and brew? whose breath does she keep in the nostrils by ber handicraft? tor whom ooes she seek to make home neat and attractive? Are not those dearest to her benefited by her exertions, and shall irksome routine stand in the way of their welfare and comfort? Does not nature herself set us an example of routine and repetition in which there is no shadow of shirking? What if 6he should omit some such little de tail as the grass, the early and later rains, the planetary movements? In the ecomoray of the household every disregarded duty or slighted task tells his own story in the long account, as tbe old geologic formations have registered the rams of their period; and as every household is a fraction of the divine economy, housework in its homeliest phases is promoted from ' a menial, unconsidered thing to dignity and power. Her Cheek. Says a Paris letter: During the very earlist years of Sara Berhardt's fame, a gentleman in the audience had one night the exceedingly bad taste persistently to hiss her. She "spotted" him, found out his address, called at his house and had- an interview all alone, with him. I wonder how he liked it. Then and there the told himi it ' was always it turns, pets, and fawns upon the man the woman's accomplice in sin, and the really guilty one who has wrought the ruin. For ages society has shown a disposition to con demn the weaker sex and condole the stronger one. Society can show a whiter soul and a truer judgment, by treating men and wo men with the; same measure - of praise, or shame, when men and women have committed the same worthy or unworthy deed. We know that society has to protect itself; and that it has a double character, showing at times a fearless bravery, and manifesting again a servile cowardice. But it should not put on iu white robes and scorn the scarlet woman and then sing the praises of the lech erous man. These sins against society, the lamily and humanity are to be condemned, but condemn them together.- if you sink the woman let the man follow. Ilia level is by tbe woman s side. Do' not let sex make diflerence. It is the part of bravery to throw the lesser burden upon the woman, and to let the man endure the severer stings of our criticism. -" Trouble Among the Widows, . ' , Philadelphia tisMS.) Another widow has mysteriously disap peared, the. most , remarkable feature ot it being that she was a Maryland widow and about to be married. W ith tbe Georgia wid ow who disappeared a week ago this makes two widows nw missing. ' At this rate it doesn't seem as much fun to be a widow as some folks have supposed it is.. There is chance that tbe Georgia widow will soon turn up, as she has written that' revenue- officers have carried hit off for unpaid whisky taxi and, the fact being that the Government doesn t take widows in payment even of the whisky tax, she win no doubt be nnaiiy returned to her children. If there are any more handsome widows left it might be worth while for them to lock themselves up before it was too late. .- - - The Curse of Intemperance. ' ' Virginia (Ne.) Enterprise. "I tell you what it is," said a man on street this morning, "I'm going to let up on whisky-drinking.. It brings only the worst results." ' ' ''What's no now?" asked a bystander. ' "Last Saturday I got tight, and only straightened round this morning to see by the papers that uwiovan ana Atcuieiian had their ngntin rrisco lastnigai, ana x wasn i

THK LAW OF MATKIMOJiY.

An Incident in the Life of a Colored Gentlenan Who Deserted Hie Wife. Little Bock (Ark.) Gextte.J Yesterday morning an old negro man ar rived in the city from St. Louis in search of his before-the-war wife. The man went off into the war with his master, but, undergoing a change politically, deserted him and embraced the emancipation cause, and now, after so long a time, he comes back to the scenes of his .childhood. After making a reat many inquiries he learned that his wife ad married again and that she and her hus band were living down on Second street. Arriving at the designated house the old man, stiff with rheumatism, hobbled tip the narrow steps and full against the door, which, yeildmg to the weight of his body, opened, sit ting near the window was a tall bony woman. JNear the fireplace, nibbing a fiddle With a greasy woolem rag, sat a man. ; , "It seems ter , me like, said the visitor. dropping down en a trunk, 'that you uster be my wife afore de wan. "bless de Lord, exclaimed the woman, it's begin in' to hitch onto me in de same direction." - "What does dis prancin'. mean?" said the last husband, dropping the rag and throwing the fiddle on the bed. plain yourselves." "Dis 'oman uster be my nat'ral wife, and I've come heah ter see if we can't make some sorter 'rangements in regard to it." "Olc man, said the lost edition of matri mony, "de bes' and mos' p'lite thing is for yer to go 'way an' ten' ter yer business. Dis oman aa' myself understands each oder putty tolerable well, an' de bes' thing is fcr yer to let us. Daniel," said the woman, "when yer was young yer was a pretty squar sort of feller, but now de rheumatiz have cotcb ver, and 'fore God I doan' wan ter rheumatized man. Dan, you's bow-laigged at de bes'. 'Sides all dat, I'se changed my 'ligion." "Let me sight yer to a parable in de law, 'cord in' to Blackbone," said tbe second husband. "De fir's deed and de las' will am de mos' powerful. De fir's deed am subject to de lust will. Wasn't it a deed when yer married dis 'oman? wan't de ack of marryin' her a deed?" "Tibber shoah," said the first husband,- reflectingly. "Wan't our marriage a will? Wan't it de 'oman's will dat she married me? Answer de question squarly." "Yes." "Well, den, cordiu to de law, de oman s mine." "Dat's a fac', Dan," said the woman. ' "Ain't yer gwine to give me no allummony?" asked Dan. "De law don't mention dat," said the victorious husbund. Dan arose from the trunk and looked around the room. A tear stood in his eye. Suddenly his face brightened. . "Gin me dat catfish over dar, an' 111 leave you. "De law don't mention de fish, but I'll gin it ter yer." Daniel picki.nl up the fish, ran his finger through its gills, and passed out into the street. The King of Spain's New Love. The Viennese Christina was coy, and tossed her head impudently when the Span ish match was proposed to her. lhis piqued Alfonso, who soon became an ardent suitor, left off sighing over the likeness of tbe de parted queen, and dwelt with complacency on pleasing souvenirs of the archduchess, who had been a gay and espiegle playmate of his when he was a student at the Theresa College at Vienna. Christina, who is a year his junior, was at that time a high-spirited and frolicsome little damsel. She once ran a race with him in some imperial park. Tbe monarch in bud was on a bicycle, and tbe young arebbucbess an . fleet pony, who, though the velocipede had the wind with it, came in first at the goal. The young idea shoots early in sons and daughters of royal and imperial houses. i:hnstinn in nliivinf the number JN1D WHO the exiled son of Isabella, and romping with him and tormenting him in various ways, fell in love with him. It is courtier-like now te speak of ber childish attachment to the king, who did not until within the last six months requite it. When Alfonso was re stored to the throne of his mother, the arch duchess was glad to learn that his most influ ential and paternal advisers, tbe JJuc d Sesto among tbe number, opined she would make an ideal queen consort, cne aiscov ered that the Spanish costume suited her ex actly, and had several sets of photos done in which she was represented wearing iu un Mercedes being preferred to her, Christina of Hapsburg was dreadfully nettled, lo show that she resented with proper spirit the in dignity, she declared when Alfonso proposed for her, that sue would not consent to marry him until she had further opportunities of meeting him and seeing him, and in sisted that he should assume the attitude of an humble suppliant for the fair hand which he might have taken, but did not. "If he wants to win me," said the archduchess. "let him come and woo me. It is his place to court me and not mine to go and pick up the handkerchief he condescends to throw down." Alfonso, who is brimful of chivalrous devotion to the fair sex, did not think the worse of the archduchess for tbe airs she took with his matrimonial agents at Vienna. He handsomely accepted the conditions im posed, and sent word that were he only to - -v i j ' i i . : v win me arcuuucueBa uy inrueirawiiK wilds of Central Asia he would gradly un dertake a journey there. . I believe it was his intention to go all tbe way to Vienna to make her by word of mouth an ffer, and that he would have this autumn proceeded there if the life of the Infanta Pilar bad not been saddenly cut short. The La Granja accident happened so unfortunately for the king that were scandal-mongers to amrra that desitrn had a predominant part in it I could not blame them. It mollified tbe vexed archduchess, and afforded her a plausible excuse for relenting. She has been brought by it to travel more than half the way to Madrid to meet her royal suitor, whose depressed appearance, with his arm in a sling, excited her interest and led her to treat unpleasant bygones as such. " ' And now about the personal appearance of Christina of Austria, who would show a politic spirit in dropping that name of, in Spain, evil augury, and taking some other. The archduchess is tall, slender and harmoniously formed. Her air is aristocratic. She rides and dances admirably, and is passionately - fond of horses and brisk exercise. Without being intellectual she is clever. It is her settled intention to be mistress at tbe Palacio Real. Her wilfulness is tempered with good nature and a disposition to become easily repentant. In her skin, eyes and hair she is a Hapsburg. The rest of the physiognomy is Hungarian, and reminds those like Mme. Von Langsdorff, who know the crcme of Viennese society, of the Sandor family. If Christina's laugh, were not pleasant and Communicative, her hair a golden fleece and her complexion transparent and beautifully tinted, she would be plain, for her cheekbones are prominent, her nose retrousse and wide at nostril, and her mouth too much expanded. "The future Queen of Spain has the Magyar taste for external splendor. Her court. If she can have her way, will be lively and magnificent, which would sum the pres;,eut generation of grandees. She is a very

devout Catholic and may be expected to remain one. Her voice is good, and she can warble with exquisite feeling a sentimental lied or provoke laughter by her droll rendering of a comic song. It will be very nice for Don Alfonzo to have a queenly wife with a Gypsy and a garconnet side to her nature.

The future queen will be introduced to the Madrclinos on a high holiday. Alfonso was advised to tie tho nuptial knot at Barcelona, which did not witness his demonstration of eternal grief for poor little Mercedes. Christina wishes the ceremony to take place with the utmost pomp at Madrid, and she is to be gratified. According to present ar rangements she is to be married on Novem ber 1, or All Souls' Day. The wedding dinner will be eaten on the vigil of All Souls' Dav, consecrated in Roman Catholic states to those who have died within and without the pale of the salvation. While the harmonies of bridal music will be lingering in the air the bells of tbe churches will begin to clang out their night-long dirge. mere is always money enough at Madrid for amusement and fine displays of chivalrous gallantry. Allonso has magnincently order ed the rooms which were prepared for Merce des in his dinerent palaces to be newlyfurnisncu ior nis consort mat is to DC. ft he will have the satisfaction of knowing that there is not in her apartments a single object to remind the king of ber interesting predeces sor. 1 dare say the creditors of Spain will learn to laugh on the wrong side of their mouths at this right royal decision, which, it ppears, has enhanced the popularity of the -ing. His subjects say' of it: "What a pure Spaniard it proves hiin to be. Ours is still a country worthy of the Cid." Hearts Overworked. Chamber Journal. Ho organ in the body is so liable to be vcrworked as the heart. When every other part of the body sleeps it keeps on its per petual motion. H.very increased effort or ac tion demand from the heart more force. A man runs to catch a train, and his heart beats audibly. He drinks wine, and the blood rushes through its reservoir faster than ' ever was intended by nature. His pulse rises after each course at dinner. Ateiegram arrives, and his heart knocks at his side. And. when any one of these "excitements" is over, he is conscious of a corresponding depression sinking ot emptiness as it is called. J. be healthy action of all the members of our frame depends upon tbe supply of blood received from the central fountain. When the heart's action is arrested, the stomach, which requires from it a large supply of blood, becomes enfeebled. The brain. also waiting for the blood, is inactive. The heart is a very willing member, but if it be made to fetch and carry incessantly if it be "put upon, as the unselfish member of a family often is it undergoes a disorganization which is equivalent to its rupture. And this disorganization begins too often nowa days m the hearts of very young children. 1'arents know that if their sons are to suc ceed at any of these competitive examinations which have now become so exigent high pressure is employed. Hence young persons are stimulated to overwork by rewards and punishments. The sight of a clever boy who is being trained for competition is truly a sad one. Tbe precocious coached-up children are never well. 1 heir mental excitement Keeps up a flush which, like the excitement caused by strong drink in older children, looks like health, but has no relation to it; in a word, the intemperance of education is overstraining and breaking their young hearts. If in the school-room some hearts are broken from mental strain, in the play-ground and in the gymnasium others succumb to physical strain. "It is no object of mine," says Dr.'Ricbardson, "to underrate the advantages of physical exercise for the young; but I can scarcely overrate the danger ef those fierce competitive exercises which the world in general seems determined to applaud. I had the opportunity once in my life of living near a rower. He was a patient of mine, suffering from tbe very form of induced heart disease of which I am now speaking, and he gave me ample means of studying the conditions of many of those whom be trained both for running and rowing. I found occasion, certainly, to admire the physique to which bis trained men were brought ; the strength of muscle they attained ; tho force of their heart; but the admiration was qualified by tbe stern fact of tbe results." But, indeed, it is not by overwork so much as by worry and anxiety that our hearts are disorganized. "Laborious mental exercise is healthy, unless it be made anxious by necessary difficulties. Regular mental labor is best carried on by introducing into it some variety," Business and professional men wear out their heart by acquiring habits of express-train baste, which a little attention to method would render unnecessary. Women's Clothes. Some crusty old bachelor writes: "Some of the pretty girls, in their glove-fitting walking dreo, look as if they were fed upon canary bird seed, and three seeds made a meal. Their dresses fit 'em so tight that if they were to eat a cracker they couldn't wear 'cm. WThy, some of 'em go hungry a week before they venture out, so that they can wear their dresme without - giving 'em crimps. They are tighter than their skins. They can sit down in their skins, but they cai't in a walking dress. Some of 'em look like perambulating flour barrels, with a head sticking out one end of 'em, and feet tbe other. They make a lean girl look thin, and make a fat one look like she's liable to bust at any moment. We admire, and always will, a neatly-made, well-fitting, respectably lengthened walking drees. ' We think they are beautiful when modestly worn, but we think some of the pretty girls carry the fashion to extremes, and overdo the thing; and they fubject themselves to common remark by corner loafers and blackguards as they pass." - ' What a Strange Law, Girls. The following was a New Haven colony law in 16C9:. "Whoever shall inveigle or draw the affections of any maide or maideservant, either to himself or others, without first gaining the consent of her parents, shall pay to the plantation for tbe first offense 40s, the second 4, for the third shall be imprisoned or corporeously punished." An old record has just been found showing that under this law Jacobeth Murtine fend Sarah Tuttle got into trouble by "setting down on achestie together, his arm around her waistc, and her arm upon his shoulder or about his neck, and continuing in that sinful posture about half an hour, at which time he kysscd her and she kyssed him, or they kissed ond another, as ye witness testified." A Warning to Girls. Girls, l'wtenl It is said that nine-tentus of those girls who fall from the pedestal of virtue and lie broken and ruined in Stygian waters of vice, commenced their down ward course by flirting on the streets. It may be fun, but girls, for the good of yourselves, we say, stop it, for a flirtation with a stranger is the first step in a licentious career; it attracts not the modest and virtuous man, but fast fellows such as street corner loafers "and bar-room pets; it is a bid for reduction, for it seduces young men.. Finally, girls, it is looked upon as a habit harlots practice, and if you do not . wish to be mistaken as one, don't allow yourself to simulate their action on thestreets - .