Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 3, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 January 1880 — Page 10

'J HE INDIANA. STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY, JANUARY .21. 1880H3UPPX,EMENT

BLOCKADE IIÜ.NN1NG.

Th Psrlla Wliicli Attendtd Running the PolomiC Bkckidt. BprleTd From the GUow. by the Mercy of President uwom. Philadelphia Times. The x-blockade-runner was hardly reco n'uable when the Time man again encount ered him. A serviceable winter suit an o oro snbsituted for the time-worn VvCiw attire in which he had last appeared. T outfit waa complete even to a hat of apr.mvd width of brim, from under which his Mr.k eves flashed cood-fellowship and w vel come. "Yes, I got a brush freni the wing of fortane," said he, noticing the inquini rUnce "A loi of old Confods held a met' ing here a little while ago, and these tog are evidences of the feeling they have lor an oil comrade. The luck stopped there, though for the old wound has been troubling me nd I guess we'd better go in here if we'r ovmo- to talk." The "her" referred to was i coiey beer saloon, with which he seemed to to familiar, for the glasses were at nana aimost WW m toon as the seats were taken. iping ni; lipahe resumed his narrative: -From Octo ber, 1804, on to the close of the war was i trying Urne on all who were engaged m run o-.wIj itprfwi the Potomac. The Yan keea nad came to the conclusion that the only way to put an end to the business was to destroy every ixai owneu i ". viduali on both sides of the riverand its tri i 'ci' eutters and blue jacket: Bpent nearly three weeks in exploring the reedi and woods along shore, probing t;r hidden craft, which .1 vi. .it romnrj.i'lHü.lv as soon as lound fcUCV UAV"V - - They, however, did not attempt to prevent fishing-smacks troin aneuonug iu iuc uuu river, because the most of the fishermen were Northern men ana were Deueveu to ue irui loyaL So they were, until it canto to th question of dollars. CANNY LOYALISTS. -When they found that they could get - V nrices for a nkiff they usually carried one or two more than they needed for fishing purposes and were glad enough to part witn tnem ior insu, i u,, thias point on my tenth trip North on ovember 3, 1864. I lay around there two weeks before I succeed in getting a skiff to cros in AVe took as many baas of wheat aboard as the cralt would carry, ju.t by way of accommodation to an old friend who had been very liberal to us during oar detention. The weather had grown very cold and a northeast storm was very much to our advantage in masking us from the patrols. It was a seven-mile pull straight across at the best we could do, but the route we took I guess must have doubled it at least. You may think it strange, but the mourn fulest sounds that I ever heard were the calls of the geee, brant, loons and ducks which had sought heiter from the storm in many of the coves through which we rowed. Our course took us right in the teeth of the storm, and we were wet through almost before we got well started. It added to our troubles in another way for every few minutes either my partner or I had to stop rowing to bail the boat before she filled up far enough to wet our cargo. "Ye had got used to the calcium lighU which every now and then flashed from the sentinel gunboat, lighting up the water for miles around. They served to show us what to avoid, so that our great danger of capture lay in possible encounter of patroling cutters, which carried no lights. TV had counted that the destruction of the boats would probably slacken their vigilance. IK UNPLEASANT MEETING. "We had been rowing three or four hours at the least and thought our journey must be nearly over when we ran within a cable's length of a patrol boat. We bent to our oars U Close a we could and sheered a point or two bo as to get the help of the wind in drifting us away. We were almost 6ure that danger had passed when the calcium light of the Yankee swept over us, and the look-out of the cutter caught a glimpse that gave us away. We could hear the order given to pursue, and knowing that nothing but the hardest work would pull us through we bent to our oars. The Yankee still flashed her light in our direction, and although very distant it was enough to show the cutter where to follow. Every few seconds we'd see the flash of small arms, and sometimes we'd hear the hiss of the bullet as it whistled by. We rowed our best, and both of us being old oarsmen we made good time, but the cutter gained on ua fast. When we were within about 200 yards of the 6hore the skiff ran on a bank hard and fast. With the choice lying between a prison and a winter swim we were not long in making up our minds. Bowie nd I went overboard and struck out for the shore. It was a hard swim and before we had got half over we could hear the voices of the blue jackets when they overhauled the skiff and summoned U9 to surrender. They could hardly believe that wc had tried to awim ashore and lost enough time in making up their minis to follow to render pursuit useless. ' If they had come straight after us they would have caught us, anyhow, for we were nearly frozen and so numb that we could scarcely stagger along. We managed to get into the deep woods and by persistent tramping around all night we kept the blood in circulation, but it was the coldest experience of my life. MARYLAND HOSriTALITT, "When daylight came we got our bearings and soon reached a friendly domicile, and with hospitable cheer and lashings of drink we soon recovered our spirits. We found the country full of Yanks, and were in considerable doubt as to our best way of getting through. I was for pushing through at all hazards, but Walter Bowie that was his name had got tired of that sort of experience, and determined to stay where he was until he got a chance to recross the river and return to the armies in the field. He would not be argued out of it, so I parted with him for the last time, as it proved. lie managed to get back into the Confederacy a few days afterward- lie rejoined his company and was killed at Silver Spring while leading a cavalry raid only a few weeks afterward. A braver fellow never lived. I found temporary shelter in the house of one of Bowie's relatives. The country was full of scouting parties, who, I have since heard, were looking especially for us. A party of tbam came up to tie door of the house I was

hiding in, and I owe my escape from capture . . 1 ' . . i.l 1 1 J V

to ineir neglect to guard ine v&ck. aoor. j slipped out to the woods as spry as a squirre and staved there for three days, the family kindly sending me my food. The keenness of pursuit then died out and 1 once more walked boldly to the dpot in Washington and on the strength of a pass, made out in the name of a friend who resembled me con siderably, got my ticket to Philadelphia. "A 1 told you tcfore, my down trip6 were much easier than getting .THorth, so my return is not worth recounting, any further than to say that the thousand ounces of quinine that I took back were joyfully received by the sick and starving army. "The trip on which I was captured was one scarcely less disagreeable than that last re lated. It began only a week after I had got back to llichmond. 1 started out seemingly in a streak of good luck, for I found a skitf ngbt to hand on my arrival at .Matthias Point. I was going North alone, and had to hire a couple of darkies to row me across. e started on the night of December J. in a driving, blinding snowstorm. MOUE IM FEN ET KABLE THAN MIST. Snow is something that will obscure the rays of even a calcium light, but it has one disadvantage you can lose youielf more easily even than in a mist, especially it the w ind is shifting. That must have been the reason we loot our course, for it was near daylight when we struck the Maryland shore. We recognized it by its gravely bank, that on the other side being muddy and fringed with rendi. 1 left the darkies to get back the best way they could and struck out for some shelter. The spot at which we landed was unknown to me, but the lowing of a cow piloted me to a Maryland larnv house. I had never been there before, and I had to make a choice between risking capture by boldly asking shelter or to catch what sleep 1 could in the outhouses. 1 prudently chose the shuck house, and I may say here that I've slept on worse beds than cornshucks, with plenty of the same for covering I fell into a sound sleep, and awoke most unaccountably warm an hour or two alter sunrise. The beat was soon accounted for by the fact that a litter of young pigs had sought the samesheiter and were lying al most in contact with me under the shucks I got my bearing soon and found more hospitable refuge. My trip to Philadelphia was without adventureand i nngut have got back to Richmond easily enough if 1 hud taken the usual route. I had 1-een so lucky hitherto that I began to think that I could not be caught. The ChrUtmas festivities of the people in Prince George's county proved too attractive for me. I took the precaution of getting a p:iss from the provost marshal certifying that I was a loyal citizen. An old chum of mine was a relative of that olfiVer, and I worked the pass through him. Thus protected I took no pains to conceal myself, but attended balls and evening companies as bold as brass. The ladies were all in warm sympathy with the South, and I was in great request among them to tell what 1 knew of tht-ir Inend in the army. 1 willingly acceded to their request to carry letters over for them. After as pleasant a week as ever I spent 1 continued on my journey South. I went to Port Tobacco ex pecting to make connection there with a toat which was going to cross the river. I was an hour too late, and had to cast around for some other way to cross. Port Tobacco and went to the hotel for dinner, fsearly all the officers dined there. I was nihkiug myself agreeable to them the best I knew how, and would probably have got through unchallenged, but just as I was finishing my meal the officer of the day came in. CACOUT AT LAST. "He and I knew each other well before the w ar, and he recognized me at once. 'I've been looking for you tor the last two months, old boy; your game's up.' I knew it was no use to deny anything, so i went along with him without a word. 1 don t see that ouf old acquaintance made him any easier on me, for he .'shoved me into the dirtiest cell in the Port Tobacco jail, and left me there for a day without anything to eat except what scanty rations my fcllowprisoners shared with me. I was a war-prisoner and had no rights at alL I wanted to get counsel, but was afforded no opportunity to do so, and I did not know what charges I whs to be tried on until nearly a month afterWard. I knew that I had done enough to brine my head into the noose, and I was anx ious to know whether they could prove it. You may think it was an anxious time, but I don't remember it so. My most disagree able recollections relate to the dirt of the cells and the unpleasant companionship. It is strange that all this time I forgot the letters which I had agreed to take South. Ahev had searched me after my arrest but had not found them, and by some sort of fatality I did not destroy them as I should have done. After a week of Port Tobacco I was transferred to the old jail, in Baltimore. When they searched me there the letters were found, and they furnhed the proof of one of the specifications on which I was afterward tried, namely, rebel mail carrier. That settled my case, as I found at once, for, instead of havnc the comparative comfort of confinement in a civil jail they transferred me at once to a casemate in Fort McIIenry. TRIED BY COCRT-MARTIAL. "The commission which was called to try me did not sit until July, and I was not furnished with the charges and specifications until so near the trial day that 1 hardly had any chance to make a defense. My triers consisted of seven officers, who sat in a room n St. Paul street, to which I was taken every day, manacled and under guard. Two old friends detended me as well as they could. That pass which I got from Colonel Miller, instead of proving a protection, became a very damning part of the evidence against me. They brought witnesses u snow me surreptuious means by which it was obtained, alxd.that, taken in connection with my known enlistment in the contederate army, was regarded as conclusive proof that I was a spy. The letters, too, were arrayed against me. My counsel argued in vain that even though I bad agreed to carry the letters it should not be regarded as a 6enous offence, as the letters themselves consisted merely of words of cheer from friends at home. It took three days to try the case in the slow methods of military courts, and I went back to my ca amate at the end of the third day in ignorance of my late, iwo aays auerwaru 1 was informed that 1 had beer lound guilty, both as spv and mail-carrier, aud that I was condemned to death, subject to the approval of President Lincoln. I was never formally, sen tenced, but J endured all the mental suspense of those who are under sentence. My greatest regret was that I must die by the rope. I could have endured to be shot with much greater equanimity. My counsel interested themselves very much in my behalf. Friends

at home were appealed to for the first time,

and strong influence was brought to bear upon the president lor a commutation of the sentence. 1 know that fie inclined to mercy always, but the necssity of making such an example as would break up the blockade running was strongly urged also, and 1 came near falling a victim to iL The president held the matter under advisement for a week, and then decided to commute my sentence to a confinement in a military prison during the war. Fort Delaware was selected for tay prison, and out of tho Jport-hole of my casemate there I could see the home of my boy hood, and sometimes I was able to recognize old acquaintances casting their nets in the river near the granite stronghold. There was no chance of escape. fcwimming milo and a half in the current I might have done, but the risk of the shot of the guards w ho lined the bank rendered any such attempt impossible. I had plenty of leisure to reflect on the mistakes ot my lira, for I was the last prisoner who was discharged from the mid-river fortress. To Bertha. My plxasar are brief, my duties ire Ion ft, Nololt can I liirhti-Q th burden with tone; The sorrowi tint come, tho crv that are rulue, inou could turn lutojoy, u mo tnou lt loclin. The bright star of mornlux I se Id my drm Mi&U kUiue an tho au in Its brilliant gleam; IT you do not forget lue in your evauing rayer, Wr ach can be bappy and vor happluea dar. Heart c trows, they nay, arr gA tut tba toul When we can with lood bop our fliog-a control; But hope ball grow dim, and pleasures all flea, If I cn nut la future bare tbm with thee. The momenta, the bur, the year a thry go. bbatl bring all the bleoeing we each here iball know; 0 If Ibe tie.rt la dcToted and true to thy friend. Webhall drink in the plvaautea that never will end. nattr.'y Xagaclu The Death of the Apple-tree. II. II. McCartney.l "When a boy, we used to enjoy a frequent visit to the apple orchard of an uncle. Our favorite tree of fall eating apples was a gnarled, knotted old lellow, standing alone in a corner cut on from the orchard bv a clear, pebbly brook. Oh, the generous feasts of juicy, luscious fruit the old apple-tree used to afford us, and how jealously we bovs would guard the choice apples we had marked for our favorite girls, climbing into the tree and t ing colored strings to the twigs for that purpose. But one tall the old tree surprised us. Loaded down with golden, yellow fjuit, as large and fine looking as the Helle de Fleur, the tree was an object of beauty that attracted many visitors. and all deformities of body were hid den in the bounteous store of tine fruit when suddenly, almost in a night, the branches be came covered with snow-white bloom, and the old tree was a perfect, physical emblem of a saint, gh ing, at the same time, abundant fruit for present use, and wonderful promise for the future. We children were at first awed, then delighted by the phenomenon, but uncle shook his head and said: "I am sorry to see it, bovs; the faithful old tree, which has never yet missed a season since it commenced bearing, u dying. You will eat the lait of its fruit this fall;" and so it proved to be. The next spring no buds swelled no flowers bloomed on the old favorite but a lifeiess knotted trunk brought tears to the eyes of a boy visiting the old orchard. Then came a timid, sweet little maiden, and laid in the hand of the woman-hearted bov. whose peculiarities made other bovs laugh aud deride him, a little bunch of withered apple blossoms and two plump, dark-skinned apple seeds; you gave me these, the first llowers plucked from the dear old tree last fall, ana the seed from its finest apple; I saved the flowers in two bunches and two of the seeds for each of us; let us live a the old tree lived useful till death comes and showing our greatest beauties in our dying moments. If you sur vive me, sprinkle the dust of the flowers and plant the seed over my grave;- if I outlive vou. vour eravewill receive those I keeo. but neither shall ever forget the dear old tree and its life-lesson." Years after the grown up boy sprinkled the flower dust over a newly made grave, and as the tears welled up from the inmost fountains of his soul. an angel spirit seemed to whisper, "weep not for me; live as the old tree lived in usefulness; die as the old tree died in beauty." The Death of Irwin Kussell. New Orleans TiniM. Irwin Russell, a native of Port Gibson, and a frequent contributor to iScribner's Monthly, and for a short while past employed upon the Times, died last evening after a short but severe illness. He was a young man of bright intellect and finished educa tion; he practiced .law in Port Gibson for a while, but becoming enamored of a Bohe mian life, set out out in search f fame and fortune. Few men ever got so many bullets Irom the band of fate, and still fewer so little benefit. Iiis existence was a struggle with necessity from the time he left his home. and although his prospects were always fine, he never lived to establish himself permanently any where. His health failng him in New York, and finding if he remained there he would certainly die in a few weks, the poor boy shipped on board a steamer and worked h's way here, near his childhood's home. He was employed occasionally upon this paper, and whileso, wrote many a pretty lttle poem and many a little sketch which reveal an inner life which hard lines hid from the view of the world. His fund of humor showed itself best in dialect writing, and some things he has written have already found permanent restinz places in the compiled edition of American humorous verso. By a 6trauge coincident, his last published lines were written upon the suboct of his own grave. Let the reader see what is 'the lesson this just completed life eaches. They appeared in the Times of December 14: THE CEMETERY. I stand within this aoUmn plaoe And think of day jjone by I think of many an old-time face Here's where thoee face lie. I think of when, what time God please, The hour hall come to me. That, covered by the clay, like tbrae, My face ball maaked be. No marble monument will rise Above that grave of mineNo loTina; friend will wipe their eyes When life I hall resign. Bat whrn I leave my life have left ii y every prese:il care I'll find a home of care bereft; My friends are living there. That every day has its pains and sorrows it universally experienced and confessed. But let us not attend only to mourniui iruins; n we look impartially about us we shall find that every day ha likewise Its pleasures and U Joy.

NAPOtEOVS AMERICAN DliEAlt.

Uw Joseph Bonaparte Tlesd and III Brother Stayed. Woodward's "Bonaparte's Park," Just Publl.hed. The following deeply interesting account. never before given to the public, of the escape of King Joseph from France, and his voyage to America, was communicated to the author by Adolph Mailliard. of San Rafael, Cal the son of Louis Mailliard, the devoted sec retary and most confidential friend of the exking: "A few hours before embarking on the French brig which was to take him to the United States Joseph sent Mailliard to the emperor, with a letter urging agam his brother to exchange places and make his e cape from France in Joseph's vessel. But vr l i , npoieon repnea verDaiiy to tne messenger: Toll my brother that 1 h'ave well considered his offer, and that I can not accept iL It would seem like flying away from danger; beside I could not leave behind me so many brave officers, who have sacrificed everything for me. Tell my brother that I hope he wil escape the cruisers of England and arrive safelv' "Joseph on receiving this last answer :.i : .. j r ,.i t - . n i B'lucu imiucuiaii-M ior -inienca. Iiau napoleon accepted, he would probably have reached New York safely, as every precaution had been taken to avoid detection. The vessel selected was a small, CiKumon-lookintr prig, tne winmerce,' oi tons, loade-I with a cargo of Bordeaux wines for a market She was a fast sailer and was strongly built ana was commanded by a skillful captain Messervey, a Swede ly birth. Although three times on the high seas the brig was stopped and searched by English frigates which were on the lookout for Napoleon, the passport and papers of the p:issen rfr nn board had been so carefully prepared under nctitious names that thty were not discovered. The captain of the bri-; did not even know who they were until a lew days after oosepn nau lanuta in .w lorn. "The newspapers having published and account of his successful escape, and given the name of the vessel, the poor captain could hardly contain himself and called at once upon Louis Mailliard who assured him that it was true, and presented him in all formality to King JoM-ph. 'But why did you not tell me?' said he, 'I never would have betrayed him.' Mailliard had to ex plain to him that it was thought best to con ceal the real names and positions of his passengers for fear that he might have shown some hesitation or Ies assurance when board ed by the English officers. I think you were right,' said the captain ; I would have sunk my vessel rather than let them come on board; you were right!' Joseph was much amused bv bis demonstration ot Bonapartism and sent him a very handsome present to show that he had appreciated his treatment on board. It is well known that some years prior to the final abdication ot Napoleon the contingency of his being forced to abandon France and seek refuge in America sometimes presented itself in his mind. The late Esquire Ldward Kobbins stated to the author that Louis Mailliard related to him that once, when the emperor was speaking upon this subject In presence of Joseph and some of bis officers, be unrolled a map of the United States, and placing his finger upon a spot in New Jersy, said, m substance: "If I am ever forced to fly to America, I thall settle some where between Philadelphia and New York, where I can receive the earliest intelligence from France bv shins arriving at -ither port." This idea probably governed the count in bis location. A Figure of Speech. 2 lovers sat beneath the shade, And I uo2 the otber said: 'How 14 a that yon bed Ilave smiled upon this suit of mine; If & a heart it palps for you Thy voice is mnS melody 'Tis 7 to be tby loved 1, 2 Say, ifty nnipb, wilt marry me?" Thrn lifped ihe soft: "Why 131y." Humphrey Davy as a Lion. Temple' Bar. His stooping eait, discordant voice, and bovine countenance produced so unfavorable an imprecision on Count Kumford, that that gentleman expressed regret that he had so hastily invited him to become a lecturer in connection with the institution. He re fused to allow Davy to lecture in the theater till his qualifications had been tested in the smaller lecture-room. It is needless to say that he passed the ordeal triumphantly; the counts first exclamation after the locture was, "Let this lad have free access to all the arrangements and helps the institution can afford." Iiis subsequent career is a record of tri umphs. His lectures were a new dissipation for the frivolous; a revelation to the wise. Men of the highest genius and of the most exalted rank, the literary and the scientific, the practical and tho poetical, blue-stockings and butterflies, the fresh in mind and the faded all crowded to hear him. His youth, his rusticity, his natural eloquence. his chemical knowledge, his happy illustra Hons and well conducted experiments, excited universal attention and unbounded applause. Compliments, invitations, presents, were showered upon him from all quarters. Peers were candidates for his company at dinner. Fashionable parties were imcomplete with out him. At the dinner-tables of dukes he sat on the right hand of duchesses. Poetesses of historic name indited gushing sonnets to him, and even accompanied them with pres ents of trinkets. One of them requested him to wear at his next lecture a locket she had ventured anonymously to send him, to sig nify to her tnat he deigned to accept her homage, and pardoned the daring of the de votee. Let us thank Heaven that the great and fashionable among them did not ruin him. Ever untravc'.ed, his thoughts returned to his labratory; and though he did set up as a man of fashion, he never forgot to keep this ambition subordinate to that of scientfiic fame. He would remain calmly conducting his ex periments till he left himself no time to dress for dinner; and in his haste would "clothe himself upon" with white and clean linen, without "unclothing himself of" that which had ceased to be sweet and fresh. One day he would be of aldermanic proportions, wearing a wardrobe of five shirts on his back and five pairs of stockings on his calves, till he was able to snatch an hour irom science and frivolity, and then he would appear, to the consternation of his mends, but a shadow of his former greatness. These alterations of physical bulk were matters of sore per plexity and alarm, till the cause ox tnem was discovered. His day was too short for the service of the two opposing deities. He would serve ecienoe till the hour to present his offering to Fashion arrived; and then he

would dart out of his laboratory and run a

neck and neck with Time. When the sol emnities of folly were over, he would return to his labratory and remain in it till 3 or 4 in the morning; and the servants of the institution often found him at his post when .1 ' i . t uiey amvea next aay. A Story of I Foe'a shrewdnrti. (Examiner. A too adventurous bookseller went to De Foe in great distress one day. He had pub-li-sneu a large edition ot a very dull and heavy book, called "Drelincourt on Death," with "several directions how to prepare oursei es to uw wen, ana tne public, not much relishing unauthorized directions of that sort, had stubbornly refused to buy it. De Foe quieted the man's fears. Nothing short of a ghost from the grave, he said, could recommend such a Kvb -n-ItVi .n. ghost from the grave the worthy bookseller should have. De Foe 6et to work and called up 'The True HUtory of the Apparition of one Mts. Veal the next däv;ifter hor ..oti a awa, avMH4i W one Mrs. Bargrave, at Canterbury, the 8th of cLvuiutjr, a.uo, wuicn Apparition recommends tho perusal of Drelincourt's book of (Vrif.lHtinn norain tVia run .f Tv,.,v. - - - vi JJi'oiu. Nothing could possibly be more exquisitely rcai man tue ouaincts iiKv , nomely, earne&t, and cnmirion.rslMu !i f -mV. ..V,;k fs.tOT.u ... v Li tii v w ao thrown into this narrsliv. Tt i-ii?-rN.-.T-t be drawn up by "a gentleman, a justice of a. -umu.-jionc, ixcni, a yery intelligent person." The "discourse is attested bv a very sober and understanding gentlewoman, who lives in Canterbury, within a few doors of the house in which Mrs Rumrravo lieu The justice "believes his kinswoman to be of so discerning a spirit as not tn b rmt nnnn by any fallacy," and the kinswoman posi- : 1 -1 - a ... 1 ueij assures ine justice "tnat the whole matter, as it is related and laid down, is really true, and what she herself heard' as near aa may De, irom JUrs. ßargrave s own mouth, who. she knows, had nn ri-HhAti tn in vent or publish such a story, or any desire to forge or tell a lie, being a woman of so mucn nonesiy and virtue, and her whole life a course, as it were, of pkty." And what am me gnosi : x ne gnost said tnat Drelincourt's book on death was the best book ever written on the subject. Dr. Sherlock was not bid, two Dutch books had merit, several others were worth mention but Trf.linr--.iirt she protested, had by far the clearest notions' ui ucHin ana lao luture state of any. The . v w iuiui;uiabcn apcuuuu KAJ lilt? book and a new edition advertised. It flew like wildürc. ay, the book has been popular ever since. Mrs. Veal's "hnst is sti'il K. lieved by thousands. - -- o -- A Discontented Baby's Diary, pady'l Almanac. 1. January Just born. Here's a lark! Papa doe6 not seem very pleased, though. 1. February Every night pa walks about up and down the txKiroora with me when I squeal. I always squeal. I must do sometning. 1. March Nurse is a spiteful thin she sticks pins into a tellow on purpose. . . . ... . - l. April. Alter all one may even wearv of the bottle. 1. May I wish I could cut a tooth. I'd bite nurse. 1. June What a nuisance it is to have relations who keep on savinc ''Ketchettv. ketchetty" and dig into your ribs with their tore nngers. hen I grow up 1 II do it to tnem, and see now they 11 like it. . i . . . ... . . I. .July 1 here are three babies next door got the measles. I get nothing. It's aw fully dull. 1. August One of the babies from next door came in to see us to-day; and I heard ma say, "lie hasn't got the measles. now?r "So," said the-babe's ma. There's a creedv sneaK ior you. lxiit 'em at home: I. September .Nurse drinks something out ot a Diack bottle, l ye caught her at it. ii isn t tne same tnat is in my bottle, either. 11 i were a bit bigger I d change em. l. October lilessed if this ain t a nice eo. neither. Some one called to-day to see ma and pa and they said it was uncle, and gave me to him to kiss. He didn't kiss me though with what you might call a good win. l hen they asked him again, and then they gave me to him to nurse, and he pinched 1. November This is worse than ever. Why, here's another baby.now, and thev say he belongs to our house; and they're not going to send him away. Don't even know how to feed himself out of the bottle. "Well of all never mind. 1. December Got to sleep in the same crib with him now! "Wait till he goes to sleep; 111 give him such a oner! Here's a beast of a baby! He won't go to sleep, and not a soul in the same crib can get a bleas-jd wink. Love's Tows. Long as the towering mountains stand Lifting their heart against the sky; Long as the aephyr's perfumed breath Wafts geutle fragrance by, Jnst so Iodk, my love will barn la the heart's most aacred urn. Long as the river glides along. And murmuring seeks the sea; Long as the goldnn snnbeamsshine On flower and shrub and tree, Jnst so long I'll constant preve To my tows of truth and love. Long as the moon bangs la the sky; To light the traveler on bis way; Long as the starlight hours of night Follow th fi otstope of the day, Ju&t so long si) lore will burn In the heart's most sacred'nrn. J. U m. Van Name, M. V. ' VTbat Astonished A Young Wife. London World. A friend of mine, confined bv illness to the house, asked his lately marfied wife to call at 's for his letters. The then hall porter, one of the politest of men, expressed his extreme regret that it was against the rules of the club to give up members' letters without written authority. "But I am his wile!" exclaimod the astonished lady. "Very sorry, madsme; no doubt you are; but so many ladies call here and say the same thing, and whom we don't know, replied the diplomatic official. My friend never divulged what occurred between him and his bride when she returned home; but he ooked gloomy for weeks afterward. Where Be Pat HU Hat. The night is pitch-dark and the compart ment in the car crowded. An honest peasant would like to take a little nap, but his huge three-cornered hat is in hig way and he does not see what to do with it. "Here put it in the cupboard, my good man, says a commercial traveler, opening the window. The drowsv peasant complies, m urmurine his thanks and expressing his ignorance of the ways of the rail, and falls into a sweet fleep, during which the commercial traveler get inte another compartment.

MASTERPIECE OF GOXZIA DE MORIA.

How a Sharp-eyed bat Impoverished Crltla Discovered an Artistic' Treasure, Detroit rre Preaa. A dame well along in years yesterday got into a Michigan avenue car with a pound of tea under one arm and a chromo under the other, and she was hardly seated before a man leaned forward and asked: I beg pardon, but have you any objec. tions to my inspecting that work of art?' She handed it over and he looked at it closely for a long time and said: "Uöw beautiful and life-like? If I ever get rich 1 shall have at least three of the. beautiful oil-paintings. 1 don't want to seem impertinent, but may I ask if you purchased that beautiful masterpiece for les than $5,000?" "Y yes," she admitted. MAh! perhaps they made a discount in order to secure your patronage. Perhape you got it for $1,500. Cheap enough. I wish I had $1,000,000. How I do revel in these delicious landscapes !'' The woman looked from her tea to the picture, then at the man, and her eve began to bulge out in astonishment. "Yes, this is indeed a masterpiece," he sighed as be held it up. "No one but a lady ot refinement and culture could have selected it. Tray, madam, let me utk if you recognized the handiwork of Gonzia de Moria in it as soon aa you saw it?" Oh, yes," she replied, while her eyes grew larger than ever. "If I had $5,000 to spare I should try and purchase it of you, but as it is, I can only wish you .nucb joy over its possession. Had you noticed that tree in the background?" "Y-yos," she answered, as she leaned forward. "How wonderfully true to nature! That knot-hole there was never excelled bj the hand of man. I always identify the works of Gonzia de Moria by the knot-holes in the tree. "Will you bear that in mind in vour future selections?" "Yes, sir, and I am very much obliged." "And here in the foreground you observe a cow standing under a tree. This is a tree without any knot-hole, but what foliage! Ah! if I only had money money to enable me to indulge my ta.-tefor suell exquisite things! Se what a cow! Se.fi that expiWion of contentment in her face! Observe the majestic curve cf those horns! Here is the figure I was looking for. Ah! it, is a 4. This cow gives four quarts of milk per day. Gonzia de Moria always marks the quantity of milk on every cow, and customers then know what they are buying If I ehould send a friend to you to buy this picture for $3.000 But no! Y'ou are able to hold it. You can not be tempted." I'd sell it for" "For f 5,000," he interrupted; "but alas! I can not raise that sum! Here in the foreground is an opening in the r.vks. Do you know what is in there?" v "A jug!" he hoarsely wbL-pered "a jug containing a remedy warranted to take on moles and freckles. Try it vnce and be convinced!" . He sank back and shut his eye. She sat up very straight and seemed to reflect. - She had moles and freckles, but it was none of ma uusiiicsss. x resent ly sp "vvi up, rang the bell, mashed the c-Li.' v yS-: i.: u : . t i . , aim waiKeu oui w unoui i laughed but the man with mT opened them after the car started. down at the ruined chromo, and sadly sighed: u Li t., e i j.n? , . mi masierjueee ui uonziaue Jnona, aiAS: that such a fate should come upon thee who's got any chewing tobacco in this car?" The Conatanry of Nuture. The minds of men, in a prrpetual strife, Krvoive from age to age, and find so rest; While nature in unfading youth and beauty Obeys one eTerlanting law of dnt; Upon hrr cons' aDt Iwaum, ver groos, Beneath her sky of never fading bine, Lived all the generations who Lave been; And still her children Sod her trrnh and now. And the same sod that o'r some (Grecian bill Homer beheld, is shining on us still. Schill. Old Eph Makes Ilia "Will. Des Moines llowa) Begi.ter. Old Eph took a notion the other dav that he must make his will, and called to consult a lawyer for that purpose. The attrmev gathered a pencil and a piece of paper and prepared lo maice a scneauia. ell, iph, what property have you got?' "Well, sah, dares dat onery bobtailed dawer dot nebber sleeps, or ef he does he's alius talkin' in it. I lebe him to dat nefly of mine. l neDDeniKeu aat niggan. ' "All right," said the attorney, "there roes the dog." "Den dar s dat hazel splitter sow. Leab her to whoebber kin cotch her." "The sow is disposed of," said the lawyer. 4,De baccy box an' pipe kin go to the boy soon as he gits old enutf to spit froo his teef." "it is so recorded," answered th attorney. "De house and lot goes to de gai..'. "But there's an incumbrance on me house. Eph." W hat dats you say? "There is an incumbrance on the house,' "Oh, dere am, am de! Den I is wuff more'n I thought I was. Lcabe de cumbrance to de ole wonan for to live on." How To Say No. For a bov to meet temntntinn JWMlt f I franklv. and at once with a "Xn " wbih baa a meaning in it, is a great thing. Some boys win say -o,- Dut it is in sucn a halt hearted way that the tempter knows that it means a half "Yes." This simply gives an invitation for a repetition of the snlieitAtinn and makes almost certain, too, the yielding. But a "No." that is enforced bv a tone nd l.-Mr that tells that the word has its own true meaning settles largely the matter, or if it dors not settle it make it certain that if thA temptation comes again it will be weaker and 1 J 1 1 1. ..a fTl - a9 a. a. T xjc win uo bironger. ine nr$ mso is a great ning. lie Had Fired. Quoth a wise (nan to a y utb one tiay: "Tell me your aim in life I praj?" "A mighty general I'd be," Replied the yonth ambitiously. Then qooth the stripling to the sage: "Tell me your aim in yonr old age?" Then said the sage a little tired: "Aim? Ob! I have no aim; I've flred!" HarTi-' 'Vimsoa. A. Big Pic' Not lonp aco an Irish n r Mied toast overseer in a Tyne shipyard to De put onto a job. He was informed that be could mot comply with his request, but as r at continued to gaze earnestly at an anchor which waa tying in me vicinity, toe loreman repcuea his reply that there was no .work for him and advised him to go away. uDivil a bit wil) I storr, eorr," replied Pat, "till I we th man that's going to use that pick!"

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