Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 July 1881 — Page 3

ALWAY&VfITH ME. ; Alum Three Utile heeds with golden hair, One ban*ln mine ther do not tee. Three leechingTmus.eweeiendetey. One stops to a»k me “Why that teert” t fled nolle for answer—smile end sfccb, * One Cace they see not hovex* high. _ j| Wamm for children, there, adeep. And three for one who slam ben deep; One for heteelf—two for another, hips of babe for noo! of mother! • Two yearning lips of lover food $ n««Ah np to here In the tair beyond; Deer heart that with me crossed the see, Crass now, tor me eternity. And then I looked Into those eves Oar child’s but thine And teen shall rise, Bend thoa o’er her and whisper low, *. “Kiss him for ms, i love him so.” Then as she grows a women fair, Twine thou with iplrlt bands her hair, That mine caressing her dear head, ' May feel that thou art not really dead. Teach her thy smile, thy soft rebuke, Thy melting tone, thy every look; Let us thy image, day by day, * Pledge me that thou art not Our away 1

TAKING BOARDERS.

“It was a scandal,” the neighbors said, “that Miss IMa should be obliged to take hoarders, after all she’d been through; and heaven knows boarders did not help a. bo Jy to work out her salvation. And so much money in the family, too, taking it by small and large. Was’nt her Uncle Eben, over at Doves,well to do, and not a chick of his own to care for, except the boy he had adopted, who'was no credit to him? It was odd, now, that a man with poor relations should take to a stranger. When his own flesh and blood was needy; but-sometimes it did seem as if folks had more feeling for others than foriheir own kith andklp. Then there were cousins in the city, forehanded and fashionable, who were never worth a row of pins to Delia, and there was her Great-uncle John's widow a larkin’ on the con tinea t,a-gamboling at Baden Baden, at trying the waters of every spring in the three kingdoms, for no disease under the sun but old age. She'd been known to say that her folks were too rich already, and probably she would endow some hospital with her property.” Plainly, wealthy relations were of no value to Miss Delia. To be sure, she had never seen her great aunt since she was a child, when her Uncle John had brought her into their simple life for a month’s\ visit, with her French maid and dresses, her

jewels and fallals,which won the heart of her little nameeike. Since then Uncle John’s widow had becomea sort of a gilded creation, always young and always beautiftil; for, though Delia had received little gifts from time to time across the seas for the last fifteen years, she had neither heard nor seen anything of the I'eing who bad inspired her youthful Imagination, and was Quite uncertain if such a person asMrs. John Bogerson was in the land of the living.,. Dead or alive, she*seemed to have made no material. difference in Delia’s humdrum life. After having nursed her father through a long s-lek-ness, Della found that he' had left a heavy mortgage ou the homestead, and her mother and herself on the high road to the poorhouse, unless they should bestir themselves. As her mother was already bedridden, the stirring naturally fell upon Delia, and elie advertised for summer boarders* Good board in the country, by the. river side, at seven dollars a week. Large chambers, broad piazzas, flue views, berries,and new milk. One mile from the station. Address. Delia Rogerson, Crofts borough, Maine. “Cheap enough!” commented an elderly lady, who happened upon It. “Delia Rogers. An old maid, I- suppose, obliged to look out for herself. I’ve a good mind to try her broad piazzas, and new milk. If I don’t like it, there’ll be no harm done.” And so Delia’s first boarder arrived—an old lady, with a false frontiof hair, browfi, wrinkled skm, faded eyes, a block alpaca gown, and a hair trunk* Delia made her as welcome as if she nod been a ductless; lighted a woouert fire in Sirs. Clement’s room, as the night was’damp, and brought out her daintiest cup and saucer, with the hide-' less old roses wreathing them. “Wonderfully kind,” reflected Mrs, Cleiuent, as she combed out her wisp of gray hair and Qunfided the false front to a*box. “Wonderful kindness for seveu dollars a week! She’s new to tile trade. She’ll learn better. 'Human' nature dpes not change with latitudes. She’ll Aud it doesn’t pay to consider the comfort of a .poverty-stricken old creature.” “But, in suite of her worldly wisdom, Mrs. Clement was fdrceil to confess that Delia had begun as she rnent to hold out. though Other boarders came to demand her attention, to multiply her cares. The fret' and jar of conflicting temperaments uufler her roof was a new experience to Delia. When Mi#> tiresome complained of the mosquitoes, with au air as if Miss Rogersoii were responsible for their creation; of the* flies, j as if they were new acquaintances; of want of ap-petite;-as though Delia had agreed to supply it, along with berries afld new milk; of the weather, as if she had pledged herself there should be no sudden changes to annoy her boarders; of the shabby bouse and the antiquated furniture, "too old for comfort and not old enough for fashion”—then Delia doubted if taking boarders was her mission. - “Wbat makes you keep us, my dear?," asked Mrs. Clement, after a day whenfeverything and everybody bad to go wrong.* 1 Why didu’t you ever marry? You had a lover, I daresay?” i “Yes; a long, long time ago!” “Tell me about him—it?” * “There isn’t much to tell. He asked *me to marry him. He was gojng to Australia. I couldn’t leave father and mother, you know—they were both feeble—and he couldn’t stay here. That-was all.” t “Ami you—you—” 1 “Nqw all men besides are to me like the deSd!” “And you have never heard of him since?” . ‘

“\es. He wrote; bat where was the use? It could never come to anything. It was better for him to forget me and marry. I was a millstone about his neck. I didn’t answer his last letter.” • ‘‘And supposing he should return some day. would you marry him?” “1 dare say,” laughed Delia, gently, as if the idea wtre familiar, “let the neighbors laugh ever so wisely. I've thought of it sometimes, sitting alone, when the world was barren and com-mon-place. One must have recreation of some kiud, you know. Everybody requires a little romance r a little poetry to flavor everyday thinkingaud doing. I’m afraid you’ll thihk me a silly old maid, Mrs. Clement. ‘‘No.. The heart never grows old. The skin shrivels, the color departs, the eyes - fade, the features grow pinched j but the soul is heir of etern&l youth is as beautiful at fourscore as at ‘sweet and . twenty.’ Time makes amende for tbe ravages of the bodv by developing the spirit. You didn’t* tell me your lover’s name. Perhaps you would rather not.” . , “His name was Stephen Langdon. Sometime Capt Seymour ruus against him m Melbourne, aqfi brings me word how he looks and what he is doing; though I never ask, and Stephen never asks for me, that I can hear.” Delia’s summer boarders were not a success, to be sure. If they took no mon*y out of her pocket, they put none in. She was obliged to eke out her support with copying tor Lawver Duumore and embroi iering for Mrs. Judge Dorr. Oue by one her boarders drooped away like autumn leaves; all bat old Mrs. Clement. “I believe I will stay on,” she «ud. I’m getting too old to move often! Perhaps you take winter boardev s 'at re-/ duced rates. Eh? ’ > /

puxgeislojr—” _ -“Yes, I know. Do stay at your price. 1 can’t spare you.” She had grown such a fobdnew for the eld lady that toroflaae her at her own terms would •himm seemed like taming her own mother out of dooroj"beside, one month man would no* signify. Bat she found it hard to make both ends meet, and hsr mother and Mfy. Clement might enjoy enough, without there appearing to be “just a pattern.” At Christmas, however, came a ray of sunshine for Delia, in the shape of a hundred dollar tint from an unknown friend. “It can’t be meant for me,” die cried. “it’s directed to Delia Bogerson,” said hep mother; “and there’s nobody else of that name, now that your aunt Delia’s dead. ” We are not sure she’s dead,” objected Delia. “Horrors! Don't you know whether your own aunt is dead or alive?” asked Mrs. Clement, in a shocked tone. . •‘ltisn’t our fault She is rich and lives abroad. I wss named for her. I used to look in the glass and try to believe I’d inherit her beauty with the name, though she was only our great uncle’s wife.” .“She ought to be dolDg something for you.” “How can she, if she’s dead? I don’t blame her, Any way. Her money is he* own, in use according to her pleasure. Uncle John made it himself and gave it to her.” “But if she should come back to you, having run through with it, you’d divide your last crust with her. I’ll be bound.”

“I suppose I.ahould,” said Delia. The winter wore away, tw winters will, and the miracles of spring began in fields and wayside: and Delia’s boarders-reiamed with tne June roses, and dropped away again with the falling leaves.and still Mrs. Clement stayed on aod on. Just now she had been some weeks in arrears with her reduced board. No money had been forthcoming for some time, and she was growing more "and more feeble daily, needed the luxuries of au invalid and the attention of a nurse, both of which Della bestowed unon her, without taking thought for tne morrow. “I must hear from my man of business to-morrow, Delia. I’m knfee-deep in debt tdfyou," she began one night. “Don’t .mention it!” cried Della. “I’d rather never see a cent of it than have you take it to heart. You are welcome to stay and share pot-luck with us; you are suoh company lor mother and me.”

. “Thank you, my dear. I’ve grown as fond of you as if you were my own flesh and blood. There,turn down the light, please. Draw the curtain, dear, and put another stick on the Are,please. It grows chilly, doesn’t it? Yon might kiss me Jiut once, if you wouldn’t mind. It’s a hundred years or so since any one kissed me.” And the next morning, when Delia carried up Mrs. Clements breakfast, her boarder lay cold and still upon'the pillows. The first shock over, Delia wrote directly to the lawyer of whom she had heard Mrs. Clemment speak as having oharge of her affairs, begging him t> notify that lady’s relatives, if she had any. In reply, Mr. Wills wrote: ‘The late Mrs. Clement appears to have no near relative. Some distant cousins, w*ho, have an abundance of this world's goods, yet served her shabbily when she tested their generosity, as she has tried yours, are all that remain of her family. In the meantime L enclose you a copy of her last will and testament, to peruse at your leisure.” “What interest does he Tnink I take in Mrs. Clement’s will,’’thought Delia; but read, nevertheless*

“Being of sound mind, this 16th day of June, 18 —,I,Delia Bogerson Clement do hereby leave one hundred dollars to each'of my cousins and I bequeath the residue of my property—viz. :thirty thousand dollars invested in the Ingot Mining Company, fifty thousand dollars iu United States bonds, twenty thousand in Fortune Flannel Mills,and my jewels, to the beloved niece of my. first husband, John Bogerson. Deliaßogerson, Of Croftsborough, Maine. “ ‘For I was a stranger, and ye took me in; hungry,and ye fed me;slck,and ye ministered unto me.’ ” “Goodness alive!” cried tne neighbors. when the fact reached their ears, “what a profitable thing it is to take boarders! Everybody in town will be trying it. Of course Steve I*ngdon will come home and marry, her if she were forty old maids. You may stick a pin in there!” ’•Delia did not open her house to boarders the next season. she found enough to do in looking after her’money and spending it; in replying to letters from indigent people, who seemed to increase alarmingly; in receiving old friends, who suddenly found time to remember her existence. And, sure enough, among the reet appeared Steve Langdon, and all.the village said: “I told yon so.”

“It’s hot my fault that you aud I are single yet, Delia,” he said. “And we are too old to think of a. change now, Steve.” “Nonsense! “It’s never too late to mend. "I’m not rich, Delia, but I’ve enough for two and to spare.” .“I wouldn’t be contented not to drive in my carriage and have servants under me now” laughed Delia. "Indeed? Then, perhaps, you have a better match in view. Capt. Seymour asked me. by the way, if I had come to interefere with ’Squire Jones interest” * “Yes! Squire Jonee proposed to me last week.”

“Now, see here, Delia. Have I come all the way from Melbourne on a fool,s errand? There I was growing used to my misery and loneliness, when the mail brings me in a letter in a strange hand, which tells me that my dear love, Delia Rogerson, loves and dreams of me still, Is poor and alone, and needs me—me! And the letter is signed by her aunt, Mss. Clement," who ought to know. I packed my household goods and came—” “I’m glad you did.” “In onier that I may congratulate Squire Jones?’ “But|l haven’t accepted him. In fact—l’ve refused him—because—” “Because you will marry your old lover, like the lass iu the song. Delia?” , In Crofts bo rough people yet ired of telling how a woman made tmoney by taking boarders.

Stewed Cucumbers.

New York Times. We mostly eat our cucumbers Just so natural, with a slice of onion and oil and vinegar, but we ain’t got no idea what a really good vegetable it is cooked. It’s amazing the way then Russians cook ’em, and how manv dishes they make out of them, for, bless me! if ( cucumbers and cabbage ain’t about jibe only vegetables them people hays. Cut your cucumbers folly half an inch thick right through. They must not be too much run to seed to suit my taste though in Russia I have eaten ihem stewed when they were yailer. Put them in a saucepan,lust oovering them with hot water, andlet them boil slowly for a quarter of an hour, or till tender; but not so as to break them; then drain them; you want then a pint of good cream, and Eut your cream, with a teaspoonful of utter, in a sauce-pan, and when iff is warm pop in the cucumbers; season with a little salt and white pepper; Cook fiye minutes, shaking the saucepan all the time, and serve hot. ft £r Just as delicate as asparagus, and to my thinking the best way of eating cucumbers. In the Salt Lake City flats appears this sign: “Ring the top bell for the oldeet wife.”

THE ENGLISH JOCKEYS.

Arooer and Fordham—the Style in Which the Former Lives. ■ ■ ■■ * 2l«w York Evening Post. The reporter asked Major Hubbard why American jockeys woe not sent to England with American horses to prevent the criticism like that made upon Iroquois’ saoopM that Archer really won the race by superior riding. He replied that good jockeys are far mote plentiful in England than here, and that such combinations of pluek, physical strength and judgment as are found In Archer and Fordham are rare. Such a Jockey knows by instinct wbat a horse can do; a few strokes of a whip too many lose a race and so may a few strokes too few. It is a delicate matter and requires fine judgment. Major Hubbard admits that Archer’s riding had a good deal to do with winning the Derby. Fordham, who rode FoxnaU, began'to ride in 1861. He retired from the turf with a fortune, and lost it in / speculation. He Is, after Archer, the most popular jockey of the day, and has been called the “Demon Rider,” on account of his extraordinary energy In urging a horse forward at the end of the race. Archer, the chief jookey of England, is a remarkable personage, petted like a prima donna the companion of sporting lords, and his services are intrigued and paid for at a rate of remuneration known only on the turf. His movements are chronicled as carefully as those of a Prince of the royal blood. His visiting cards are In constant demand. He is surrounded by a host of parasites, his mounts are backed to the shortest odds; the opinion of the animal he rides is

most anxiously solicited by the owner and trainer; while the gamblers who pin their faith to him are pleased with even a smile from his valet. Moreover, he earns a larger income than a Prime Minister. Archer’s regular fees are $25 for the mount if he wins, sl6 if he loses and $lO for a trial. These fees are the smallest part of his income, notwithstanding that he rides in avast number of races every year. In 1875, he won 172 races; in. 1877, he won 207; In 1876 he won 218; in 1879,197, and in 1830,120. He has not ridden so many hones during the last two years on account of a savage bite from Muley Eddris, which disabled one of his arms for several months. The fees for races are insignificant, compared to the presents made to him by owners of the horses he has ridden. Gold watches, diamond rings, riding horses, dog carts, yachts, suits of clothes, hats, cases of champagne,etc.,are quite common. Money gifts accompany these smaller testimonials of gratitude. He got $5,000 from Mr. Lorillard for winning the Derby, and Mr. Keene is to gve Fordham $2,500 for winning the rand Prix of Paris. Still larger sums than these have been given. - The jockey who won the Derby ten years ago with Hermit \fras presented with $15,000. The policy of paying such sums to jockeys has been much criticised, but the amount of money at stake is so large that it is thought wise to protect the Jockey against corrupt offers. Archer has only to ride his ap-

pointed horse. He keeps a valet to assist him in changing his dress. He travels from one race meeting to another iii a first-class carriage, probably the companion of the noblemen by whom he Is employed. In winter he rides to hounds, or rides to town. In 1876 he is reported to have earned $60,000. The customs of to-day in the matter of regarding jockeys are in contrast with those of half a century ago. John Day was a chief jockey in his time and won the two great races in one year. The Duke of Grafton, his master, sent for him and said: “John Day, I am going to make you a present for the manner in which you have ridden my horses this week. lam about to give you S2O iu bank notee.” This was a handsome present for those days, when a successful jockey, if a married man, was generally given a side of bacon,, a bag of potatoes or a barrel of borne- brewed ale and bis usual wages. Then horstfriders were grooms rather than jockey*. j

Another Mormon Horror

Salt Lake Tribune. A few days since the substance tbe complaint in tbe case of ltaleigb vs. Raleigh, was published, aud yesterday a Tribune reporter bad the privilege of a short talk with the petitioner in the suit, Mrs. Elizabeth Raleigh. The latter is an intelligent fine-looking lady, whose hair is bu, ust tinged with gray, the combined result of years of life and Mormon wedded bliss. Mrs. Raleigh’s story is like that of a great many of the women who have married into' the church. She first went into Mr. Raleigh’s family as a nurse to bis former wife, who was on a Ixd of sickness from which she never rose. She declined to accept the proposals of marriage, when first made, but in obedience to the mandate of Heber C. Kimball, then one of President Young’s counselors, and to whom disobedience was worse than contempt of court, she at length acceded. Her honeymoon was not a particularly bright one. but she took upon herself the care of her husband’s children by •his first wife, aud was a mother to them during many years that followed. She was allowed to work' all she pleased, and sometimes more, from the beginning, and as stated in the complaint aided in every way to build up the fortune of her lord and master. As a specimen of what was expected of her, one instance may be related alone. Shortly after their marriage one of tbe cows died, down in tbe pasture lot in the edge of the town, it was supposed from having in some way become poisoned. She was sent with a Danish boy to skin the body, which they did, and Mrs. Raleigh carried, the hide to the house over ner shoulders, her husband, meantime, standing by with a linen duster on ' and walking-cane in his hand, superintending the work.

In the course of time new wives were added to the household, the number eventually reaching eight, and at one period six of them occupying one house, and working and eating together in one small room, which served as kitchen, | dining-room, sitting-room, Each had a separate sleeping apartment. They were all expected to earn a living, and if they wanted anything special in the way of clothing, etc., they bought it themselves from money made at washing or otherwise. The head of the household bought his supplies by the quantity, and kept them under lock aqd key, dealing them out with a sparing hand. He was suspicious always that his wives were trying to rob him. and on one occasion, when he thought he missed a drees pattern of a bolt of common heavy goods, he searched the apartments of his wives, examining the bedticks, looking in small drawers that would not have contained the bulk of the drees, ahd, when urged sarcastically by the plaintiff, even peering into a pair of stockings which were .hung up in the room. The plaintiff says the finest drees he ever gave her after their marriage was one of a common material which would probably cost about a bit a yard now. One of his wives finally brought a suit for divorce against him, which was settled by compromise, and the result of the present suit will be watched with interest by some of the others, will follow suit ’if Mrs Raleigh succeeds.

As an evidence of the love felt for him by his children, it is said that when he had been abseut in . England on a mission and was returning, they saw him, and one of the boys exclaimed: “There comes that old scoundrel,” whereupon they all hastened to conceal themselves. He was called by some lajs tender and respectful names at other times, and all in all his life as a husband and father seems not to bays been a happy one,

rgggctr inspired taW. Subsequent to the separation from her husband, Mrs. Raleigh was questioned ae to tbe illicit distillery which his Is ■aid to have run in the cellar of his house la this city a* one time, but of this matter she professed to be in ignorance. The story goes that one of the mental charge being drinkinw with some companions ana not Uking the quality of the tanglefoot offered him, told the crowd that if they would come to the cellar he would give them some that was genuine, as he had helped to make it himself. These are but the merest scraps from the history of the eminent Council man, who is so bright and shining a light in the circle of Latter-day Baints, and the trial promises some exceedingly interesting developments.

Emma Abbot’s Necklace.

A necklace has recently come into Miss Abbott’s possession. It once belonged to a noble French family, the oldest son of which was forced to flee the country on account of his debts of honor, America was, of course, the happy land chosen by the festive Frenchman to abide in until his trespasses were forgiven or forgotten. 80, one fine day, he landed in New York with his “hostages to lortun shape of a wife and two small children; but in spite of the hostages, fortune refused to smile upon his ventures in speculation, and his first' slip on the ladder of life seemed to make the descent so easy that he never paused until the owner of a bank he had broken forcibly persuaded him to do so by running a knife in his side. , The widow gave a sigh of mingled relief and sorrow, assumed modest mourning, and prepared to return to native iland. Nobody hindered her; bat on counting the little money left, she found it not near enough to pay for the passage. From time to time during her husband’s career every article oi luxury and value had been parted with to purchase the necessaries of life. Only one remained, and that she oould hardly think of as possible to

sell—a diamond necklace, an old heirloom in her husband’s family—one that his mother ahd her mother before her had clasped round tljeir white necks on their wedding day—and she, too, had worn It when fresh fromjher convent life, dressed in her bridal robes, Henry de Marc hand had clasped it about her throat and saluted her playfully as Madame. But at that time no wires stretched across tbe broad Atlantic. Messages of love and eiimity, death and disaster, came slowly over the water instead of flashing along tbe wires; so thV widpw. feeling that she could not wait to send an appeal for help and receive a response, sallied out to get what she could for the necklace. Store after store was visited, and after being regarded with suspicion, and offered a mere pittance for the ornament, she was about to return home, when the thought struck her that perhaps she might get some one in Tiffany’s to look at it. Bhe bravely retracted her steps, entered the store, and, opening the well-worn case, commenced once more her story, but this time in the hearing of a superblydressed woman, who advanced as the widow was about to display the necklace and asked to see it.

The diamonds were fine, well cut, and the setting good, the shopman said, after a careful examination. Without another word the lady invited the owner of the necklace to drive to her husband’s office, and the upshot of it all was that a wealthy banker, with love iu his heart and money in his pocket, paid the anxious widow $25,000 for the* glittering ornament. That necklace has nestled in soft* laces and shone on blaek velvet at many a ball since then; but one fine day fortune took it into her head that she was growing too idle, gave her fateful wheel a turn, and behold the owner of The necklace as poor as the sister woman from whom she had once bought it. And so it came to pass that Mr. Wetherell, out of the depth of his affection and purse, bought and presented to this bright, particular prima donua the diamond necklace.

The ornament is composed of three hundred and fifty-seven diamonds, made first into plain chain set in square blocks of gold. Through the center of this runs a large coil' of the precious stones, supplemented by other coils diminishing in size, and from their lower edge falls a shower of pendants, long and swinging, giving, when on, the effect of a rope of fire around the throat, radiating in every direction. This is worn with a heavy diamond cross, in which the gems are of unusual size

A Lady’s Bonnet with a Blush Producing Attachment.

The London Telegraph has the following: It is not every maiden, in these prosaic days who can summon the “telltale blood” to her cheeks at will, or silently reveal, by an opportune ropeate flush, those inward feelings to which many young ladies experience such diffieuly in giving vernal expression. But as the value of the blush, as a highly effective weapon in the feminine armory, is still universally recognized by the sex, although it would appear to have fallen into desuetude. French ingenaity has been at the pains of devising a mechanical appliances for the instantaneous production of a fine natural show upon the cheek of beauty, no matter how constitutionally lymphatic or philosophically unemotional its proprietoress may be. This thoughtful contrivance is called “The Ladies’ Blushing Bonnet,” to the side ribbons of which—those usually tied under the fair wearer’s chin —are attached two tiny but powerful steel springs, ending in round pads, which are brought to bear upon the temporal arteries by the action of bowing the head, one exquisitely appropriate to modest embarrassment, and by artificially forcing blood into the cheeks cause them to be suffused with “the crimson hue of shame” at a moment’s notice. Should these ingenious head-coverings become the fashion among girls of the period, it will behoove “young men about to marry” to take a sly peep behind the bonnetstrings of their blushing charmers immediately after proposing, in order to satisfy themselves that the heightened color, by them interpreted as an involuntary admission of reciprocated affection, is not due to the agency of a carefully adjusted “blushing bonnet.”

Refusing a Prince.

Paris Correspondence Ban Francisco Bulletin About a year ago it was announced in all the leading papers of this city that Miss Aver, only daughter and heiress to half of the many millions accumulated by Dr. J. C- Ayer, of Lowell, Mass., was soon to marry one of the Bourbons, a cousin of Don Carlos of Spain. This particular Prince was one of the many impecunious princes out ol situations, who roam about Europe seeking whom they may devour, in the search of rich American ladies, whose fortunes may be utilized in paying the plaved-ont noblemen’s gambling debts. This noble Bourbon was passionately in love with the aforesaid lady’s—fortune, and did his utmost to capture it He used to call every day regularly at the Continental Hotel, where she and her mother resided, and, after being refused, would not take “No” for an answer, but still continued to plead for a shale in the profits accruing and accrued from “Cherry Pectoral.” Sublime spectacle! Contemplate it and weep from sympathy! Figure to yourself the noble scion of the very illustrious aud thrice puissant house of Bourbon going on his knees to $2,000,000 worth of “Sarsaparilla.” But no, I may have overdrawn the picture. It is not certain 'that the noble prinoe actually went

upon his marrow-bones in prop*** peraono. Generally speaking, he did that by proxy. Though he paid court antuousfy aad daily infperson, the Bourbon prises sent a formal demand, by his chamberlain. For, though a “Prince” may. have no cash, as long as he can borrow money he keeps up a petty court, and, of course, must have his ehorofceriabi. Theaalwy of the latter was probably in prospectu—to be paid oat of the “Cherry Pectoral” money when won. On one occasion, when this deputy came to ask the hand of Mias Ayer in

marriage, or rather to inform that young lady that his Highness the Prince A- de Bourbon proposed to oonfor upon her, a plso untitled American, the honor of his name and high-sounding title. Miss Ayer quite peremptorily refused the honor. Where upon the chamberlain exclaimed: “Do not say you refuse him! Oh! no! Tis impossible: Put it in some other form, I beg of you. Say you are unable to accept of the honor offered you. Anything but a refusal. The Prinoe is not an ordinary man to be rejected In this manner!” Notwithstanding the fervid efoquence of the chamberlain, Miss Ayer old refuse his master squarely, peremptorily, and on more than one, more than a dozen occasions. And I say hurrah for the Yankee girl who had Independence enough and sufficient good common sense to refuse to be made tbe unworthy instrument of paying the vulgar debts of a Bourbon Prince! Fortunate would it be for many, very many daughters of rich Americans if they would follow the example of Miss Ayer. No girl who marries thus a man, placed by the silly usages of Continental society on a level much higher than that of a wife, ever succeeds in being recognized as her husband’s equal socially. It is true that she may go where he goes, be invited to the same house, meet the same people, but she is everywhere sneered at covertly and often openly, by this high-toned set, as “That plebeian Americ&ine whose money paid off the gambling debts of Prince-so-and-so, or enabled tbe Count de X to pension off his pretty mistress.” There is not a word of exaggeration in the above statement. I know it to be true and it can be proven.

A Cure by Imagination.

Chamber's Journal. At a large hotel the not uncommon dilemma arose of there being only one room in the house vacant when two visitors required accommodations for the night. It was a double bedded chamber, or was soon converted Into .such, aud the two guests—who were both commercial travelers—agreed to share it. One of these gentlemen was a confirmed hypooondrlao, and greatly alarmed his companion by waking up in tbe middle of the night, gasping for breath. “Asthma,” he panted out; “I am subject to these spasmodic attacks. Open the window quickly. Give me air.” . Terrified beyond mea|ure, the other Jumped out of bed. But the room was pitch dark; he had nojmatcbes, aud he had forgotten tbe position of the window. “For heaven’s sake, be quick!”gasped the invalid. “Give me more air or I shall cnoke to death!”* At ledgth, by dint of groping wildly and upsetting half the furniture in the apartment, the window was found, but it was an old-fashioned casement, and no hasp or catch was to be discovered. “Quick, quick! air, air!” implored the apparently dying man. “Open it, break it, or I shall be suffocated!’’ Thus adjured bis friend lost no time but, seizing a boot,smashed every pane and the sufferer immediately experienced great relief. “Oh, thank you, a thousand thanks. Ha!” drawing deep sighs which testified to the great comfort he derived, “I think in another moment I should have been dead!”

And when he had sufficiently recovered and had expressed his heartfelt gratitude, he described the intense distress of these attacks and the length of time he had suffered from them. After a while both fell asleep again, devoutly thankful for tbe result. It was a warm summer night and they felt no inconvenience from the broken window; but when daylight relieved the pitchy darkness of the night, the window was still found to be entire. Had invisible glaziers been at work already, or was the episode of the past night only a dream? No, for the floor was still strewn with the broken glass. Then, as they looked round the room in amazement, the solution of the mystery presented itself in the shape of an antiquated book case, whose latticed flass doors were a shattered wreck. 'he spasmodically attacked one was cured from that moment.

Plant Good Seeds.

Prairie Farmer. However hackneyed the above caption may seem, it should never be lost sight of wheu the time for planting any and ail crops srrives. It is a prime factor in the profitable outcome of every crop, for upoD it depends, in large measure, the reasonable probability of securing fair returns for the time and toil necessary in all lines of field and garden husbandry. However careful many farmers and planters may be, the fact remains that there are many others who are too indifferent to the quality of the seed they plant. Just at this time when a large number of persons are obtaining seed for spring crops, a word upon the subject ts not out of place; and this is especially pertinent in regard to seed corn. It is well known that early frosts last fall in many parts of the oentral Western States seriously injured corn. Thp kernels on the upper side of the ears weie much damaged, and such kernels if planted will do little more than start. Their vitality is notsuffleent to grow. Those who saved seed corn before such early frosts will not be much disappointed, but if the frosted corn is used, much will have to be replanted. Better examine and try the corn saved for seed before planting it in the field. This may be done in the house, by testiug the seed in boxes of earth. In portions of Dlinois and central lowa we understand that very little of the corn raised last year will be planted and that farmers either intend to use corn for seed that was grown in 1879, or obtain seed of last year s crop from localities where com matured without injury. The importance, not only to the individual farmer, but to (he aggregate value of any crop grown in this country, ought not to be lightly considered, whatever the crop to which a farmer devotes any portion of his land, and however favorable may be the conditions for its growth, he may accept it as a stubborn fact that good seed is indispensable, if the highest results, the greatest amount es success and Eroflt, are to be obtained. A price may e charged for such seed that may seem exorbitant, bat it should be recollected that he cnanot afford to use Door and comparatively worthless seed, even if It costs him nothing.

A Horrible Picture.

The Herald, a newspaper published in Chili, contains the following description of one of the most terrible Boenes witnessed during the war with the Peruvians. The Peruvians fired from the private houses at the Miraftore with the object of 'driving them out. The Chilians apBlied the torch. When the progress of tie flames made it impossible for those within to remain, the Peruvians began their exodus, and in their escape they looked like devils coming out of hell. When they were out they had to meet the enemy’s soldiers,who were watching for them in order to shoot them down. Not a single one escaped. The corpses of tbe Peruvians were laid in

walls of toe to the conflagration in progress* If any of the besieged was happy enough to escape from the place of the straggle he was soon hunted for and killed like a rat, and sometimes several prisoners woe kept alive by the intervention of officers and oommanders,and were put under the charge of a certain number of soldiers, more to be protected than with an object of being escorted. Bat as soon as any Chilian soldiers Were slain or wounded by thoee who continued the straggle, the prisoners were formed in line and shot without mercy by those who were escorting them. At other times before setting Ore to a house, they tried to blow up a part of it with tor-

pedoes in order to reach the immured Peruvians, and to kill every one who oould be found, without list ening to their piteous appeals for mercy. While the commanding officer, Duvu, was exhorting several Peruvians who were sheltered in a building to surrender themselves, he was slightly wounded. It is impoaible, says tne writer, to Sve an idea of the fury with which e Chilians were seized when they saw the way in which the enemy answered their proposition of a surrender in order to save tkelf lives. The building was immediately set on fire, the soldiers carrying everything they oould lay their hands on to assist the

flames. In a short time the building was surrounded, and there was no escape left for those who were inside. The smoke commenced to suflboate the prisoners before the fire had commenced its work. In that tituation the Peruvians tried to find a way to free themselves from such a horrid death, but every window, and every part of the building which oould have afforded any chance of escape was barricaded with the corpses of those who had been butchered. Many of the unfortunate Peruvians became crazy, and many tried to free themselves from such a death by crossing the fire which surrounded the building but in vain. Others jumped from the top of the burning buildings into the street to meet death at the hands of the Chilians, who threw those who were alive into the fire.

A Million Wifeless Young Men.

Contrary to expectations and precedent the new census shows that in this country the ruder sex outnumbers the gentler sex to the extent of nearly a million. It is to be sincerely hoped that nobody will say, “What are you going to do about it?” for this is manifestly one of the cases In which there really is nothing that can be done, except to feel uncomefortable, for the condition is not merely accidental and temporary; it promises to be permanent,for the discouraging misproportion is not simply between the adults of the two sexes. but includes the entire population all the way from extreme age down to the cradle, and this in spite of all that Mormons and other agencies for the importation of domestic servants have done to make the balance even. It therefore stands to reason that not only is the genus old maid doomed to speedy extinction, but also that nearly a million of the young men of America will have to go wifeless unless each can raise the price of a ticket to Europe and two tickets back. It also becomes quite evident that the local valuation of women increase ;any market in which nearly a million competitors are sure to “get left”in the struggle for something not only desirable but absolutely necessaiy is threatened with a “corner” that must be simply gigantic in its proportions. The ladies are to be congratulated on the prospect; thev were always worth more than they brought. Even in the days when they outnumbered men it was \mpossible to have too much of a goo& thing; now, however, they can ex actth eir own terms. Instead of meekly submitting to all sorts of inconvenience and privation for the sake of being married and having a home, they now can name their own terms; they need not even endure husbands that drink, smoke, or spend several evenings a week at the lodge, for rather than go wifeless the tyrant man will abate his pretensions and woman will become autocrat. Place aux dames!

‘Pure Mocha.”

New York Times. If the official returns of the coffee trade are to be trusted—and presumably they v® not greatly in error—the coffee consuming public of this country has been for a long time past very much deluded. There are a multitude of people in this part of the world who are laboring under the belief that the beverage which they drink at breakfast and, possibly after dinner, is Mocha coffee. Their grocer tells them that the article he sells is “pure Mocha,” and they have bo means of knowing that he is deceiving them, if, indeed, he has not been deceived himself. Some, with a peculiar fastidiousness, insist upon havingia mixture, and want onehalf or one-third Java coffee—a request which the grocer seemingly complies with: that is, he takes the coffee from two separate compartments. Now, the last completed returns of the coffee production* of the world are made up to the year 1878. In that year the .estimated growth was 1,082,112,600 pounds of which Brazil produced 497,127,300 pounds, or nearly one-half. Next came the Dutch East Indian possessions, where the crop amounted t 0201,609,200 pounds; while Ceylon, South Africa and the West Indies furnished nearly all the rest. Arabia, it is true, appears on the list, but its total growth, the Mocha jlistrict and the rest of the country combined, was only about 4,600,000 pounds —that is, not quite Jof 1 per cent, of the growth of the world. When it is considered that coflee is extensively used in Arabia, that Mocha comes within the possessions of Turkey, a country peopled with coffeedrinkers, and that we have no direct communication with Arabia, one may hesitate before he accepts the current Mocha fiction of the grooers. It is highly probable that not 10,000 pound? of the article are brought into this country in the course of a year, an amount that would not furnish a day’s supplv for the inhabitants of this city. We all, of course, know the flavor of Mocha coffee, and hence can not be deceived, though in reality probably not one in a thousand of us ever tasted it. *

The Fox Sisters.

A reporter has seen and talked with Mrs. Marfiaret Fox-Kane, whose history is an eventful one. One of the Fox sisters, who developed the Rochester knocklngs thirty years ago and who afterward married Elisha Ken Kane, the Aretic explorer, now lives in retired Still pursuing her spiritism for her own and the benefit of her immediate friends. The reporter, who met her at a private house of a friends in Brooklyn, says she has a slight figure, dressed in black, good looking, withhandsome eyes and pretty hair. But her face has a tired look, and its expression 1? not a happy one. She drew her chair up beside ner guests, and instantly there were rape heard on the floor and under the chair on which she sat The several questions put as to the personality of spirits were replied to intelligently, and in a few moments she was the medium of a written communication from Charlotte Bronte. The reporter says Mrs. Fox-kane impressed him as a lonely, soul-sick woman, wishing with all her heart that she had never known the power which has not made her any the happier for its possession and which does not yield her any adequate return for all the sorrows she has borne in her strange life.

A family of young ladies who reside in this city so often entertain their company on the the front stoop that they have gained the title of step-sis-ters.

JOCOSIIES.

“Mustard yellow” is the latest smart thing in colors. You cannot cultivate a man's acquaintance by oontinually harrowing his foldings. The average woman Is composed of 843 bones, 168 muscles, 82 old newspapers, and 810 hairpins. If a woman should change her sex what would be her religion? She would he a he then, of course. Unanimously expelled: Why is Oolong like a deed sure thing? Because it is a curtain tea. (Applause, and arias of s ‘pat »im out.”) A roans girl who lived up in Beolne, Got married when only sixteen, And her lint rhubarb pie Caused her husband to die, , For the rhubarb she used was too grino.

Poor Le Due! Now that his head Is off, let us remember that he was the man who spent three years in trying to give this oountry a strawberry which should work on hinges. It Is said, by some one who knows, that it is perfectly natural that physicians should have a horror of the sea, because they are more likely than any other body of men to sea sickness. From the baioony of the new Grand Hotel, Catßkill, you can see, so they say,six states,nine;territoriee,ten rivers four lakes, a clothes-line with clothes on it nine miles away, a dog and two oows.

A certain Chinaman gave a dinner party. The viands were not to his aste. He rose from the table, asked to be exoused for a few moments and left the room with the remark: “Much lickee wife.” This was not In China. “Yea, your Augustus is a fraud!” Said Sue to Arabella. “Afraud!” said Belle,**! can’t afford To hear that of my feller! He’s true and tried and good beelde And delicate and dainty—” “Ah yes! bat tben,”Mlss Sue replied, “He’s sort of beau-Gas, ain’t net’’ Mrs. Agassiz found, one morning, in one of her Blippers, a oold little slimy snake, one of six sent the day before to her scientific spouse, and carefully set aside by him for safety under the bed. She screamed, “There is a snake in my sipperl” The savant leaped from his couch, crying: “A snake! Good heavens, where are the other five?”

Irritated mamma —“No,Ut does not fit as though he had been born in it—it does not fit at all, and I shall expect the monev hack.” Mr. Moses—“ But, s’help me’ ” Irritated mamma—“Your advertisements say: ‘Money returned if not approved.' ” Mr.Mosdb —vgo they do, ma tear so they do; but your money was approved ;it was very goot money.” “You make me think,” John Williams said, dropping upon a sofa beside a pretty girl last Sunday evening, “of a bank whereon the wild thyme grows.” “Do I?” she mnrmured; “it is so nice! but that is pa’s step in the hail, and unless you can drop out of the front window before I cease speaking, you’ll have a little wild time with him my own, for he loves you not” His descent was rapid. - —*

An Accommodating Road.

Detroit Free Press. Several days ago a stranger made his appearance at the Union Depot and asked officer Button how long before the Grand River Valley train would go out. “In about twenty minutes,” was the “Then I’ll have time to got a drink, won’t I?” “You will.” “That’s good,l always prefer to travel on a stiff horn of Whisky.” He returned in five minutes, wiping his mouth on the back of his handjana asked:

“Has my train gone yet?” “No sir, you still have fourteen minutes to spare.” “That’s good,and I guess I’ll go back for a little Drandy.,’ When he again returned he felt in good spirits, and, ascertaining that he still had six minutes to spare he said! “Now, that is what I call liberal,and I’ll lay in one more drink.” The last one proved more than lie oould bear up under, and he was not seen again for three houre. Then he came round with a wabble in his gait and an unoertain look in his eyes and asked: “Shay, what time does that Gran River Valley train go out?” “In about four hours.” “Fo’ hours? Why, that’ll give me time to get drunk again; mos’ ‘commodatin’ railroad I ever saw, eh?” “Yes.” “Shay! I do&n’ want to be mean. Go’n tell ’er Superintendent he needn’t wait fur me any longer, ’cause ‘tmay delay others. He’s a zhentleman.be is an Fm a zhentleman, I am, but when a zhentleman holds a train for memos’ 1 half a day I cant Impose on him any longer! Shay, do you ever cry when you get zhrunk? I do, and if you’ve no lections I’ll cry now.” No objections being made, he cried.

Esthetics.

Brooklyn Eagle. “Are you esthetic?’ inquired a New Haven young lady of a Brooklyn girl, as the two sat down to a dish of fried dams in a Fulton-street restaurant.

“I guess so,” replied the Brooklyn girl vaguely. “Why do you ask?” “’Cause it’s so terribly, awfully the thing. We’re all esthetic at home. Everybody is,and you don’t know how weenjoyit!” “Is it —is it very expensive?” queried the Brooklyn girl, feeling ner way. “It comes rather high, but it is so essential. I haven’t felt so well since I left school as I have since being esthetic. You don’t know how much I’ve gained?” “What’s the nature of it? How do you take it?” “Oh.you sit around and be excessive and when anyone speaks to you, you glare at ’em and say‘How quick I’Then you shut your eyes, and breathe hard. They say it’s very healthy.”; “Can'you do it all alone?” “Oh, gracious, no 1 It takes four or five to play. All you’ve got to do is to cut off your eyelashes, so’s to look stony and then practice with some chairs till you are ready to go into society. At home W 3 commenced with clothespins to represent gentlemen, and bandoline bottles for the ladies. Then we Joined the association and licked ’em aU.”

“I had an idea that esthetic meant the pleasurable sensations that arise from a gratification of artistic appreciation,” explained the Brooklyn girl, timidly. “Merciful goodness, no! On the contrary, it means the absence of taste. You mustn’t have any taste. You must only be utter.” “How do you fetch that?” “That’s done by holding yojir breath until you are nearly ready to bust, and thea let it out quick. You do that when somebody asks you if you are prepared to eethet. Then you go on estheting till the party breaks up. Myra Brown, of New Haven, is just lovely at it We admire her so much!” -

“It must be fun,” mused the Brooklyn girl, holding a clam on her fork and contemplating her companion. “It just is. The gentlemen are ever, so nice. They wear swallow stomach coats and eye-glassee—” “Eh?” ejaculated the Brooklyn girl, rather startled at the uniform.

“Yes, and they are so extreme. Oh, vou don’t knew. When we girls are estheting we wear a short shroud. Mine is cashmere and cost two dollars a yard. Borne of the societies wear lilies, but we use poppies. They are more languid. The last time we met somebody put red pepper on the stove, and I havu’t fully recove red yet. Then some of the esthetics are gracile, but

our society runs to flesh. We think it mors souifuL” * ' “Pto got an idea it is sort of a frauds from your description,” observed the Brooklyn girl, gulping down the last danT “You nasty hussy (” shouted the esthete. “You’ve got no more intensity than » lobster! You’re a coarse vulgar animal. You’re a sessile groveler. And more than that, you pay for those dams, or you stay la pawn for ’em I” And the fragile follower of the pre-j vailing fashion slammed out of the establishment, leaving her hard-hearted friend to liquidate the aooount. It doesn’t do to rouse up the unutterable*. They are apt to forget the sufficient and become sibilant.

THE REPUBLIC OF LIBERIA

A Disheartening Picture of its Condition. The scheme of colonising Liberia with negroes from America originated some sixty years ago, the American Colonization Society sending out their emigrants in 1820, Short sighted philanthropists expected through it a solution of the American slavery question and also the evangelisation of Western Africa. The American negroes increased much more rapidly, however, than they oould be transported, even if slavery had not been a serious obstade to emigration, and many of those who started to Liberia died on the way or soon after arriving there. The expert ment assumed more and more of an utopian phase, with spasmodic leases of life, as interested persons of some influence have seen fit to associate themselVß with it *ot speak in its favor. In esponse to the printed •

statement of Secretary Goppinger of the American Colonization Society, which would create the impression that Liberia is the promised land to which American should fly, George R. Stetson, *>f Boston,publishes counter assertions, backed up by the testimony of travelers, missionaries and others. From these it seems 20 of the 86 colonists sent out in 1820,and S 7 of the 149 emigrants In 1851 died before

they had been In Africa a year; up to 1859 the Colonization Society had sent out 10,000 emigrants at an expense of $1,800,000, one-half of whom|have died or left the oountry. In 1847, when the Republic was formed, the Africans from America numbered 6,000 and the aborigines 160,000, while in 1878 the figures were respectively 19,000 and 701,000. It is safe to concluded, there-

fore, that the Republic is unhealthyifor American negroes, at least. Slavery is aiwo found in Liberia under a system of‘apprentloeship”or“involuntary servitude,” which the authorities can not destroy. William Nesbit,an Intelligent negro, who has returned irom Liberia, and is now a notary public in Altoona. Pa., says “slavery, as abject and far more merciless than is to be found almost any where else, exists there universally,” the slaves being purchased from their parents fori from ■8 to sls apiece as they become old and big enough to work. The government, entirely in the hands of colored people, is marked with incapacity,! cor ruption, mismanagement and disaster. An English writer, Keith Johnson, an excellent authority on African matters, said in 1872: “In place of having exercised a civilizing influence on the natives, the American negroes seem only to have relapsed into barbarism. The schools are in a most deplorable condition, morality at a low ebb, and the people generally, oppressed with heavy taxes, are lazy and indolent,” The Liberia College, established by Christian philanthropists from 1 Boston and elsewhere some years ago, is a failure, and the buildings, erected at great expense, have been allowed to go to ruin. The pay of laborers is small, while the price of life’s necessaries are high. Domestic animals do not thrive in the Liberian climate, and man has to bear many burdens which in America would be placed upon beasts. 11l feeling is also springing up between the natives and the colonists, and there is a movement among the former to prevent further aggressions on their territory. From piesont appearances It seems very much as if the Liberian colonists, instead of shedding the bright light of; civlization and Christianity upon their barbarian neighbors, were drifting into darkness themselves.

A Story of a Trail.

She was a tall, stout individual, and sprang out of the wagon as lightly as a spring chicken after a grasshopper; He was a little, withered, aried-Up weasel, and followed slowly, bringing a basket of eggs with him. They entered one of our stores and she asked, “What are ye givin’ for eggs?” “Eight cents,” wa® the reply of the counter-jumper. “Well, here are three dozen,” said the fat party, “and I’ll take it into calico.” “But I want some yarn to mend my socks,” put in the old man. “The weather is warm,” replied the fat party, “and you can go without socks.” “But my boots hurt my feet,” insisted the old man. “Go barefooted,” said she, rather sharply. Then turning to the clerk, she changed her tune, and remarked: “Young man, please count me out tlie eggs and give me four yards of calico to match this ’ere drees. “But -—” the old man was going to continue when she raised her huge index finger and said: “Henry Winter Dhvis Sprigging, them ’are eggs are mine; the hens what laid ’em are mine; the corn what fed ’em was mine, and. I’se going to have a trail on this ’ere dress long as Betsy Gowen’s,if every toe on your feet turns into gum biles. Now, shut And you, youngster, yank off four yards of that ’are calico, or you will hoa? a bumble bee a-buz-zing.” The old man shut, and the clerk ■ yanked of the calico. Two weasels found an egg. “Let us not fight for it,” said the elder weasel, “but enter into partnership.” > “Very good,” said weasel thy younger. / So takiog the egg between them, each sucks at an end. / “My children,’’said Redtapes, tne attorney, “though you have but one client between you, make theymost of him.” #

THE MARKETS.

mew yobk. FLOUR—DaIi and In buyers’ lavor.WHE AT—Scarcely so firm; trade very moderate; No. 2 red, seller July, flashes ,120«; seller Angrnst, 1123%@1 34; seller September. 9128%@1 23%. CORN—Fairly active: cash and seller July a shade Teasler: mixed Western, spot, bm OATH—Better ann qnlat; Western,' 42Q47c; No 2, seUer July, 42%c; seller AugrwtT37%<a 37%c -seller September, 6 799 BEEF—Steady; new mew,Bl26o<al3oo. PORK—Firm and quiet; new mere, |l7@ 17 25; old. 816 50(416 62K. LARD—Lower and unsettled; steam rendered, til 57%. BALTIMORE. FLOUR—Quiet and unchanged. WHEAT—Western lower: closing steady'; winter red spot, 91 34; seller July, 9123%; seller August 91 21%®131%; seller beptem-o6rj£-v 'estern tpot steady; futures firmer; mixed spot, andseller July, 54 seller August, 66%@56%c; seller September, 66%; steamer. 61%0 Mtoq _PATS—Firmer,_closing dull and easier; Western white, mixed, 88c. KYK-Lower at&iuc. HAY—Dull and unchanged at 917@20. _ TOLEDO. , * W HEAT—DuII; nothing doing; No 2 Bed, cash, 9120 asked; seller July, 9110% bid; seller August, 91 14% bid; seller September, 9114% hid. I CORN—Firm; High mixed, 48%c bid; 48%c asked; No 2, seller July, 48%c! seller the