Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 September 1881 — Page 4

. CHILDLIKE TRUST. “The child leans on ita parenfs breast, Leaves there ita cares, and la at rest; The bird elta alnglng by his nest. AndOalla ak>u ! Hl* trust In God, and so is blessed 'Neath every cloud “He hi*no store, he sows no seed, ' Yet singz aloud and doth not hr rd; By flowing stream or grsissy mead He sings to shame Men. who Xorget, in fear ot need, ' X- A father's name. heart that trusts forever sings. And feels as light salt bad wings; A Well of peace witbin it springs; Come good or ill, Whate'er to-dav, to-morrow brings, It to His will!”

A MAIL CAT.

Tho Interesting but Unsuccessfu Experiment of Young Mr. Tillinghast. Bur)l ngton Hawkeye. A short time since the London Tele* graph published an account of how certain ejuinent Dutch naturalists liad utilized grimalkin as a letter-carder. Of thirty-seven cats,carried miles from their nalive village, and turned loose with letters tied around their necks, not one failed to get back to the start-ing-point on time. Well, young Mr. Tillinghast read this article, and a romantic conception occurred to him right on While he was burning a limited quantity of old Judge Diffenbaugh’s gas, and just ruining Miss Diffenbaugh’s bangs,that evening he told Miss Diffenbaugh all about it. Mr. Tilliijgbast would carry Alfrida’e’ beloved maltese home v ith him that night Thf maltese was one of tne fiery, uhtamed, Ukraine breed, blue as smoke, with a tail like a secondgrowth bologna sausage, and it weighed about’, twenty-three pounds. Its name>was Cleopatra. It was really a Marc Antony Miss Diffenbaugh called it Cleopatra because it was such a pretty -name, You never can tell whether a cat has a right to vote or not by the name a girl gives it Mr. Tilliughast tucked the cat under his coat as well as he could, but the cat Etuck out fore and afr. Vainly he struggled with it—bowsprit or suanker would stand out in spite of iiim. And when ho was about. baLMyay home he met a group of friends. Cleopatra got his head out, and yelled for fresh air in a tone that blighted the lilacs and threw onp of the ladies into hysterics. One o the gentlemen collared TUlinghashand apd told him that in bis opinion it was a trick no gentler’an would be guilty he believeo that Mr. T. would never have done if had he not been intoxicated. Greatly depressed in spirit, Mr. Tillinghast pursued bis homeward way, Cleopatra occasionally clawing his rite. Hr sat up the greateij part oj the night, writing a letter full Jot poetry ahd batbtag his lacerated ]body. Next eVeniny he made ready to JSeffd his jaMMflilger home. In order to increase rfne oat’s ‘•vehement yearning” to return home, Mr. Tillinghast liad fed it nothing during the day.;and Cleopatra, in the frenzy of hunger, liad chased imaginary rats about that room until the only thing that wasn’t scratched was tile ceiling, and the only thing that wasn’t broken was the hammer. “If,” said Mr. Tallinghast, holding his lacerated hands in a bath of water,after tying his letter carefully around Cleopatra’s neck with a blue ribbon, “if •■your ‘yearning’ to return home is onehalf as vehemenths mine is to have you return thither you will be in the lap of your angelic mistress Itefore I qan close this door again.” Cleopatra got along very well for about a quarter of a mile, when,-while streaking down a lonesome aUey, be suddenly paused and said: “I hojie’ to die if I don’t smell fish.” And while he was exploring theash-pile he was suddenly actuated by a lonesome-looking cat on the wood-shed: “Bay, pld indieo blue, shinny oh your own side!” “ Watchugiviuus? : ’growled Cleopatra. The wood-sbedder, being on his own pre mhes, made a violent effort to restrain his wrath,'but he came down to the ash pile, and said in flr jroice that meant business: “I’ll trouble you for that fish, if you please.” “AH right,” said Cleopatra, “I’ll lea’, e* you the bones when I'm through with it.” The strange cat readied out to lake the savory, fish, and Cleopatra smote him. In less time than it takes -to tell it, bestead tiiat cat in the corner of the fence and wiped enough hair off of him to stuff a sofa cushion. And as the wailing cat dragged its lacerated body down the drain, Cleopatra resumefl’his fish, remarking, as be dodged a passing blacking brush,that he believed as long as he was out, he’d sit up a little while and have some fun with the boys. And he had it. He Went down the alley and danced to everything he met. He nearly tore |l|e ear off a smart kitten that-sat up on a wood pile -and sassed him, and : asked him “where he picked up that paper collar.” He prowled through »M*e back yards, and he al most horrified the life out 4 of a most highly respectable eldeny tortoise shell tabby, sitting io a kitchen window, and then roared 'out to know if “she danced the lanetfts?” He scalped a harmless dog all the way down the back in six red raw lines, and shouted after'the anguishstricken animal to “run home and put .on his bait on!” He was hit once with a kerosene torch that perfumed him up tike a little political procession, ano he Crawled through an old"drain back of the soap works, and came out smelling worse than an Indian picnic. In Judge Diffenbaugh’s parlors, at. the piano, Miss Diffenbaugh dreamily wandered through the entrancing numbers of “fichubert’s Craole Song.” A familiar > Voice.came across the lawn. It was Cleopatra. And this was what he was saying: “Hoop-pee I I can . lick the tpst eon of a brindle rat catcher that ever climbed a fence! Wow! wow! I’m the old Bashi-Bazouk from;Angular Street, an' don’ you fer-furgiz it wow! Dance to me, somebodv! I only weigh a pound!” And then that . mockery of a home bred cat strode into Judge Diffenbaugh’s parlor, and everybody climbed on the tables and chairs. Miss Diffenbaugh fainted. Cleopatra’s hair was mainly gone,and what he had let was not combed. His face was scratched. One eye was closed. His ears hung loose and limp’. He hiccoughed in his s|*eech. Around his neck still clung the blue,ribbon and a letter, crumpled, torn, stained, unsavory. The Judge received the letter with a pair of tongs. He did not show the letter to bis daughter. He simply told her that if ever that infinite ass,young wbal-is-his name, came around that bouse again he would pulverize his brainless carcass with lawn mower. Mr. Tillinghast still lifes a blighted, despairing life. He has gone out of the mail service,and experiments -in star iout(B to General Bradv.

For and About Women.

• The fall will be a velvet season. x Earth s noblest thing, a woman per ' oted. • Plump little misses wear the jersey barques. ' A woman’s whim—they were full of whims. There is no accounting for the sex in of love. Women, more than all, are the element and kingdom of illusion. Pretty and cool evening waists are made of mull puds and lace insertings. For holiday and wedding gifts, this autumn, china plates will be the rage. Umbrella covers are something new for. industrious fingers to make for fairs. f Wild clematis and cape jasmine patterns are printed on cream-colored foulards and sateens. But for them, sir, dur entire world is but a frost-bitten sweet potato, worthless to the cote.

The buttons for autumn dresses are in two sizes, and In design and colors are as handsome as Jeweled brooches. All the wool fabrics imported for autumn and winter are soft, flexible, pleasant to the touch and excellent for drapery. Paletots of ruby or blue velvet are popular wraps. They have the page’s collarettes and are embellished with embroideries of gold and silver. The Oil City Derrick thinks (that a dutiful wife will try and make home cheerful, even if she is compelled to employ two or three pretty servant New tablecloths are made of serge in ecru, seal brown and olive green embroidered with a stiff pattern in yellow arctotis, the edge being buttonholed all round. Evening dresses of colored silks are ornamented with confections of bright cameo ribbons, arranged in colossal sashes and relieved with cascades of coffee and oream lace.

Claret, olive gnd black velvet underskirts are popular and very economical) for, with an overdress of nun’s veiling, batiste, foulard, or even dotted whites, a very elegent costume may be produced. “Domestic china,” says the Art Ameteur, “is not fit for diawing-room. decoration. Plates, dishes, and tureens are not fit for walls and possess neither beauty of form nor breadth of color to compete with pictures. Dresses of myrtle, olive, bronze, grey, garnet, blue and crimson flannel are very popular at the seaside. They are trimmed with Point d’Aurilac, Irish point, and Spanish and colored embroideries. Greys are the choice of the (esthetics for dresses or parasols; silver, tin, tteel, smoke, and brooklet upples give evidence of judgment and keen appreciation of tne new school. When trimmings are tolerated, shell pink does duty. The Derby hat will be worn this fall by natty young ladies, but instead of a single black or pearl-colored one there will be a variety in the rich shades of dark admiral blue, hunter’s green, dahlia color, olive and seal brown, to match various street costums. It is just'now considered in good taste not to' mix flowers for corsage wear, but to select a favorite blossom, wearing a huge cluster of the kind chosen. The suipher-colored hollyhock is just at present enjoying a season of popularity equaling that of the- field daisy so lately the rage.

A Georgia Family of Dwarfs.

Columbus Enquirer. Yesterday quite an unusual sight, and one very attractive to the little street gamins, was presented in our city. It was two men and one boy, who by their difference in size formed a rather peculiar and comical looking trio. The first suspicion that something out of the ordinary routine was going on was caused by a crowd of “baud wagon boys” dodging in and out of the walk as they hurried up Broad street. The next moment a large man fully six feet in height, hove in sight. .There was nothing peculiar about his appearance, and we were at loss for a time to determine the cause of the amusement of the boys. Directly behind the man came another, who appeared to be not hair as tall as his companion. Then came a little boy seemingly about two feet in height, but in form was a miniature of our High Sheriff. The two latter seemed accustomed to the stares and rude, unbecoming laugh of the crowds, and passed them with an air of indifference that would do credit to Tom Thumb. The last two are father and sod, and belong to the dwarfish family of Troup county. The father, Mr. F. M. Darnell, lives a few miles above West Point, on the river, is 49 years of age, and is only four feet and four inches high. He has four children, two of whom (boys) inherit their father’s imperfect stature. One i 4 12 years old, and his stature is thirty-one inches; the other 9, and measures thirty-three inches in height. The eldest of these two children is afflicted with malformation and disease of the spine. The mother is five feet high, and the other children are of the ordinary height

How Men Become Insane.

The Hermi t ot the Troy Times writes: A large number of lunatics in our asylums are the victims of their own misconduct. Almost any man can make himself a lunatic if he pursues the direct method. There are hundreds and -'perhaps thousends in this city driving themselves to madness. Gambling, speculation, and bard drink will undermine the strongest intellects. A young man of my acquaintance has lately been sent to Bloomingdale Asylum, who Was a few years ago so promising as to obtain an imjiortant appointment He abused his position, wasted a la'ge salary,became suddenly a gambler, and a rake as well as a defaulter. Buch a couise of vice destroyed his reason, and he is now one of the incurables. •: _ The same idea is advanced by Hogarth, who finished the “Rake’s Progress” by the scene in the mad-house. During the last five years large numbers have been carried .to the asylum, the victims of speculation. The love of pleasure and the haste to get rich have done a fearful work. After the intellect has been over-driven it must sink, and perhaps remain in hop less prostration. It may be added that the increase of insanity since the opening of the present year is of unparalleled degree. More than 500 cases have been reported during this brief interval, and hence it is not surprising that the asvlums are more than full. The attention of the public has been called to this subject by the press, and additional room must be provided. 'We must either abate tbit furious intemperance which is driving so many to maduess or we must double our asylums all through the State.

Life at the French Watering Places.

Liverpool Mail. Trouville. Deanville, and Dieppe are crowded; the most wonderful Parisian toilets prevading the beach, and still more marvelous battling dresses, almost putting old Neptune, with his repertory of shoaling greens and blues, out of countenance. One can imagine a mermaid trying to take the pattern in her eye, for doubtless, cut-out paper models are unknown in the kingdom Under the sea. I spent two days there last-week amid the concourse of French marquises and countesses, with all their attendant courts of cavaliera servant!; of rich English, to whom the rather fast lone of Trouville manners and customs is not deterrent; and of sparse Americans, with costumes that outworthed Worth himself, and eyes that opened wider ever day at the unaccustomed sights they saw. The pretty American is no prude; she has been accustomed to receive her daily meed of admiration, and thinks no more of it than she does of breakfast or dinner. She is very often fast, but her fastness, compared with that of Trouville, “is as water unto wine.” I should like to see some of the letters she writes home from her pretty home in the Hotel de la Mer. One of them might run somewhat as follows: “ she people here do the most extra ordinary things; not only do men and women bathe together, but they sit and walk about on the beach in the mow astonishing bathing costumes you can imagine. I w’ill describe that worn this morning by a pretty woman, rather inclining to embonpoint. Trousers of stripped scarlet and yellow ticking, barely covering the knees, even though supplemented by an edging of gold lace; tunic or similar ticking, commencing a good two inches below the neck, and with a collar made of gold britfd and gold lace. This tunic is confined at the waist by <a gold braided

band, and reaches to within six or seven inches of the knees. The sleeves are very short, so that arms and legs are practically uncovered. What would you take to Walk about, laugh, flirt, and chatter with half a dozen men in such a garb? It 6 thought nothing of bene In fact, it is what every one does. Mos. of the baigneuses look as if they wee) dressed for opera bouffe. Aa for the flirtations!!!

Visiting Victoria.

Grace Greenwood’s London Letter. We have sunned full on royalty I We have seen the Qneen, John Brown and the sest of the royal family. Her Majesty drove aa usual in an open landau, drawn by’four superb bays, with postillions, and drawn at a furious rate. Close after her galloped outriders and life-guards. She is particularly bent on going at full speed past Buckingham Palace, where in her youth she was so “happy and glorious,” and over Constitution HillV where she was once shot at. By her side sat the fair and haughty Princess Beatrice, and from his seat in the rumble hovered over her the Scotch “giffy,” John Brown, constant as her shadow, grown ver£ gray In her gracious service. The Queen was more than ordinarily red-faced and glum, and was evidently too worried and exasperated by the heat to pay decent heed to the homage of her people such as it was—the cheers which hailed the flash of her swift passage being, in truth, few and faint, very different from the reception given this sad and sullen bead of the grandest nation of the earth, this sovereignest lady of the world, was that given by the crowd to the eldest daughters, the Crown Princess of Germany, when she drove by with her gallant husband and three young daughters fair-haired, blueeyed, small-chinned, Gnelphlc girls. The princess royal is a smiling, gracious, unlike likeness to her mother, her round, ruddy face being the very ideal of bright, good nature. But to be sure, she lias still her handsome busband, and the Cares of state have never rested on her plump shoulders; she bos imperial honors and splendor before her —her mother only heaven. Theprelty Princess Louise, Marchioness of Lome, was also cheered as she drove by, and responded like a very queen. Though never so much beloved by the English people as her sister “Vicky,” she is much admired and some think ’it is hard that she was put off with a mere marquis, though a Briton and well-to-do,instead of .an honored though an impecunious German prince, such as was found for her plainer sister Helena, whom also we saw driving through the Mall to Birmingham Palace. With her was her elderly husband, Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg- Angus ten burg. He is all that, and the father of two children, one a large morganatic connection in Germany. Then came her short royal highness the Duchess of Connaught, and her martial husband—an eminently ugly pair—her handsome and “hefty” highness, Mary of Cambridge, and his serene highness, the Duke of Teek, her fascinating, but alas, if report be true not faithful lord.

A Man Eating Shark.

Providence R. 1. Journal. On ‘Friday a number of boys and young men were bathing in the Heekonk river, near Carpenter’s wharf, which is on the west si le, when tljife was an occurrence that'will ; not soon be forgotten. Among the party was a young man named Jerry Lowney, who lives on Gano street, Providence, and a young man named Fleming,‘who lives on Wato street this tpwn. Lowney went into the water, leaving a Eair of dry pantaloons to put on when e came out. Fleming, seeing the pantaloons, for a joke put them on, unobserved by Lowney, who on coming to the shore and auding his pants gone, and that Fleming had taken them, to be square with him put ou a pair of overalls which Fleming had left upon the shore and again entered the water, and to the change of pantaloons he probably owes his life, for he had swam but a little distance when a huge shark made-an attack upon him, seizing hold of his pantaloons near the hip, but the overalls hanging so loosely about him his flesh was not pierced. Tne shark dragged him for some distance, making a terrible splashing as he turned over in the water, sometimes pulling Lowney under the water until the pantaloons gave way. The young man of course was greatly frightened, but was not so paralyzed that he could not swim, and called to a man who was rowing a boat near him, who came to his assistance, and helped him into the boat. The overalls bear the marks of the attack, being ripped the whole length of the leg. Sharks are frequently seen in the river at this season of the year, though this is the first instance where a person has been known to have beeen attacked by them in this vicinity. They are reported to be uncommonly numerous this year in Nat • ragansett Bay. Lowney feels that he has had a narrow escape from a terrible death.

A Numerous Family of Immigrants

Pittsburg Telegraph. f The class of people pouring through this city from the Old World to tne newer portions of the New would afford an interesting study for those who hold that the proper study of mankind is man. Night before last there arrived jrtnong the passengers a German family —grandfather, grandmother, and their nine’children, six sons and three daughters, all of whom were married, with their families, on board the same train. There were 40 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. The entire relationship consisted of 95 people. The head of the family, Solomon VVhichter by name, was a stalwart German, 73 years old, and his wife, with a lovely face, retaining, even in its old age, traces of beauty, was 68 years old. This family goe’s to Northern lowa, and will settle in the same township, the men being practical farmers, butchers, weavers and shoe-makers. It was a tribe, withaa patriarch at its head leaxing the Fatherland to find genuine freedom and prosperity in the New World. In the matterof baggage,these immigrants cany, tn many insnances, Immense quantities. Baggage Agent Menges states that yesterday one irn migrant turned up with 1,100 pounds of extra-weight baggage, mainly consisting of such lustry iron-bound chests as made the life of Menges a hideous night-mare for the time being. Ono of the cheats being accidentally opened, disclostd fold upon fold ot linen,enough to stock a small store. Evidently, in the matter of fiuinanity and baggage the Western prairies will not want.

The Methodist Class Leader.

Edinburg Review. The Methodist class-leader in his best type has been a devout man, not devoid of practical shrewdness. He has made a study of his Bible, especially the New Testament. He has endeavored to instruct his members in the essentials of religion, aud has many devotional aids put within liis reach. He has seduously watched over his class, sympatized with them in their troubles, advised them in their difficulties, visited them and consoled them in their hours of sickness and death. In country has gathered a few simple souls together, and preserved alive a flame of devotion in obscure hamlets. It is to him that we owe the piety Leigh Richmond has drawn in the “Dairyman’s Daughter,” and to him many a young man in a large city ha? been indebted for the first words of counsel when he was a stranger in a strange place. When the spiritually gifted Tholuck resid’d in London,busy with the thoughts that he had given to the world in his commentary on the Sermon on the Mount, he is said to have been greatly charmed by the piety of a Methodist class-leader,and tn have sought hjs counsels.

SHOOTING STARS DE BERA NG ER. ‘Thon sayst, Shepherd, that a star Hhlnes in theakiee any fate to guide.** “Yes, child, but In yon darkness far Thick veils of night ita glimmering hide.” •Bbeperd, const thou indeed divine The secrets of i be tar-off spheres? Then tell me what yon brilliant line Means as it shoots and disappears?” • Know child, whene’er a mortal dlea With him his star that moment tails. This amid young and laughing eyes While music echoed to the walls. Fell, stricken lifeless o’er the wine Whose praises fired bls dying ears.** “See yet anetberetar, whose line One instant gleams, then disappears.” •Child *twaa a star serene and bright, The star of one as pure and fair; A maiden blithe, a spirit light. The wedding festival prepare; Her virgin brow with orange twine; Ring, wedding bells; fall, happy tears. “See, see another shobtlng line That gleams and shines and disappears.** “Weep, weep, my child, such stars are rare; He gave his wealth to feed the poor. They glean from other’s store, but there They reaped a harvest great »ud sure. When o’er the waste those home-lights shine The wanderer forgets his fears.” “Bee, see, another gleaming line That shoots across and disappears.** “Yes, *tls the star of some great king. Go, child, thy early virtue keep. Let not tby star Its glories fling To wake men’s envy from its sleep. With steady light burn clear and far; Bo at the end look not to bear, • Tls but anotner shooting star They shoot and gleam and disappear.’ ”

AN OHIO ROMANCE.

“Never condemn a person on circumstantial evidence; it is unreliable, even when the circumstances seem to fit into each other likeacouple of cog-wheels,” said John T. Morris, who is an experienced detective of Springfield, Ohio. “Give us the story, Uncle John.” “Not long ago there resided in Franklin county an old maid, Miss Sabine Smith. By inheritance she was the possessor of a large farm, on which there was an old-fashioned, though comfortable dwelling house. She was reputed to have a good equate bank account” “How old is she?” “Well, on the shady side of seventy, but she bad a weakness like all old maids, notfor kittens, poodles or canaries, but for children. She had raised several orphan girls, who are now well settled in life. In 1865 she adopted a six-year-old black-eyed girl, bright as a button, named Mollie McCann, whose father had fallen in battle fighting for his flag and country, while her mother, crazed with grief, pined and faded away. Mollie soon learned to love her new mother, and from a prattling, maid in short clothes 'and pinafores' she soon bloomed forth into a gushing schoolgirl, and at eighteen was the belle of every rustic gathering—the pretty Miss Mollie McCann,over whom the boys raved and the girls envied. To all her admirers she turned a deaf ear. and with n pretty toss of the head and merry twinkle of her roguish eye, bade them be off and not bother her.” “Miss Smith was sensible; knew that Mollie would probably marry and have a home some day, so she neither discouraged her fondness for society nor harped upon lhe miseries of wedded life in the maiden’s ear, but when she came back from the State Fair at Columbus in 1878, and told her adopted mother about the young gentleman she had met, his attentions and good qualities, Miss Smith was not pleased, nor did she hesitate to frown her displeasure and advise her ward to turn a willing ear to the many suitors of the neighborhood instead of seeking in far-off fields that which was nearest home. “But Mollie was like many another struck on a traveling man, and she carried on a secret correspondence with him through a lady friend for a long time, until at last they were cngaged. 0 “Miss Smith and Mollie were the sole occupants of the house. The bedrooms were four in number, two of which were used as spare rooms.one occupied by Miss Smith and confining two beds. Mollie occupying one/ Misk Smith the other. The fourth bedroom was called Mollie’s, but was only used by her when a lady friend was visiting her. In one of these spare rooms was an old-fashioned bureau and book-case combined, the top drawer of which could be converted into a writing-desk. The back part of this drawer was fitted up with small drawers. One of these small drawers had from time immemorial been used as a money-drawer. In the summer of 1870 the sum of $355 was missed from the drawer; in the summer of 1880 S2OO mysteriously disappeared, together with a quantity of gold coins which had been in-tbe family for over a century. On the 20th day of last Marh Miss Smith loaned to a neighbor SSOO givipg him her check and he signing a note in her favor. Sickness prevented his presenting the check at the bank at Columbus, and, learning that Miss Smith was going to that city on the 30th, he requested ner to get it cashed. She did so, and returned with Mollie about dark on that dav, having the* money all in SIOO bills. “The house was all securely locked down stairs, and Miss Smith deposited the SSOO in the secretary drawer, closing the drawer, locking it and placing the key in the bureau drawer beneath. Sbe then locked the room containing the bureau, and placed the key under quilts that lay in the wardrobe in her liedroom. Before retiring she locked her bedroom door, and she and Mollie retired for the night in separate beds in the same room. The next morning; April 1, the neighbor who had borrowed the money, having a long journev to perform, during which he expected to make a payment on some laud purchased, called as early as 5 o’clock, before Miss Smith and Mollie had arisen. “Awakening Miss Smith, sbe took her key from the wardrobe, unlocked the bedroom, then taking the bureau drawer key from the under drawer of the secretary, opened this to find the money gone. She went down stairs; everything was locked and bolted as she had left it the night before. “Who took that money?” •’That was the question that confronted me. There was no sign of a burglary; do locks forced, windows and doors all right. No one else in the house but Miss Smith and Mollie. She talked freely, said -she had always had a presentiment that the money would be stolen—in fact, had a presentiment that night, but feared to tell the old lady for fear of alarming her. I soon learned that Mollie had a key which fitted the bedroom containing the bureau, hence my suspicions were strengthened that Mollie had arisen in the night, either unlocked the door with her own key, or taken the one in the wardrobe, and, securing the money, hid it either in or out of the house without awakening the old lady. I finally told Mollie that I should have to search her and make a thorough examination of the house.

“ ‘Well,’ she naively remarked, ‘if you do find any money about the house it won’t prove that I stole it, will it?’ “ ‘lt will be prima facia evidence,’ I said. “I locked her up in her bedroom and began a thorough search; band-boxes pried into, bureau-drawers pulled out. cupboards ransacked, and finally went through her own room. Under the carpet under her bed I found in a compact wad twelve SIOO bills. Now the total amount known to be mtesing was only $1,045. Where had the slsscome from? Where had the gold coins gone to? Was the bureau drawer paying interest on its deposit? “ ‘Now I’ve got you Mollie,’ I said as I confronted her. “Mollie fainted. “A bottle of camphor and a little cold water brought her speedily to, yet she sturdily proclaimed her innocence. *| didn’t tjdre Miss Smith’s mopey;

rno I did not,’Bbe convulsively exclaimed between her sobs. “Miss Smith would not allow me to hike her to jail, where I reasoned confinement would soon compel her'to confess. “My work, howeverer was but partially done, for the gold coins had not turned up. “I determined that those coins must be in the house and resolved upon a thorough search from cellar to garret. The cellar disclosed nothing, and at last I stumbled upon a small stairway, leading to the garret, the door of which was a small trap-door, securely fastened by a padlock, to which was attached three links of a chain. “ ‘Give me the key,’ I said to Miss Smith, ‘to that trap-door up in the

attic.’ ‘“Oh, no use looking there; the keys have been lost for over five years, and no one has ever been up there since.’ There were cobwebs on the door, but I noticed that over the crack of the door’s edge they appeared to have been broken away, caused bj the the door having been recently opened. With an ax I got the door open and saw large footprints in the dust. By the aid of a lamp I followed the course of the tracks over the boards which lay across the shaky rafters to the furthest part of the garret, where over an old cross-beam, hung a pair of old fashioned saddle-bags. The dust on the bags had been recently disturbed. In one of the pockets I ft und the five SIOO bills which (disappeared on the night of the 30th of May, the $855 that was missed in the summer of 1879, the $290 that was lost in 1880, and, better than all the rare old gold coins upon which Miss Smith set such store as an heirloom. I had found the money, but I found $1,200 too much. The mystery deepened. I resolved that MolUe must know something about the money that was hid under the carpet beneath her bed. I talked kindly to her, told her that Miss Smith’s money had been found, and urged her to tell me hew the $1,200 came under the carpet of her bed. “ ‘You will not believe me if I tell you, but if Miss Smith will go out I will explain. I put that money there; it was my lover’s. He had saved it out of his wages and given it to me to keep. I destroyed his letters, for fear my aunt would find it out. There’s the story, ‘But how did the old lady’s money get into the garret?’ “ ‘She carried it there herself. She was a somnambulist and walked in her sleep.’ / - “How did you prove it, Mr. Norris? Did the old lady let you occupy the bed room and catch her?” “Oh, no! I got the old lady to take of! her shoes andj stockings and place her No. 6 foot down on at beet of white paper. With a lead pencil I marked out her foot ou that sheet of paper. With a pair of scissors I carefully cut the exact-shape of the old lady’s foot, which fitted exactly in the tracks in dust ou the garret boards. Besides that Mollie’s foot was much smaller, she ouly wearing a No. 2J shoe, and would not fit the track. I also ou careful examination found traces of cobwebs in the trill of the old lady’s night-cap, while Mollie wore no nightcap. So you see I proved it by both ends—the old lady’s head and by her feet. I explained all to the satisfaction of the old lady, she paid me my money and I predict a wedding soou at the Hmith mansiou, with Mollie McCann as the bride.”

Her Feet Go Down to Death.

Springfield Republican. Forty-eight hours from the time Jennie Cramer walked under the Temple street elms in New Haven, the prettiest girl in the city, her dotted white muslin fresh and starched, and her whole figure trim, trigaud breezy, from her white straw hat and Its ‘brown feather to the little clinking brass plates on the heels of her shoes, her body was lying face downward iu a slimy pool on the edge of New Haven harbor, the tide rocking the motionless body back and forth, and ac every motion wiuding her draggled skirts tighter, about her round, full figure. How she came there inquest, indictment and trial have yet to decide, but her death has writteu her last week’s history at large, and the path by which the young woman went to her fate is familiar enough to any one who watches the young girls who swarm on the streets of a Saturday night, pretty, bright and loud voiced, skating ou thin ice over depths of which they have the barest knowledge and that little delusive. , Jennie Cramer was not a bad girl as girlsjgo who have stepped over the line which keeps a girl at her mother’s side and limits her acquaintances by her family’s, and the number of girls who do this is not large among those pretty enough to be admired and old enough to enjoy the freedom of an American girl, not hedged about by a card case, a visiting list aud formal introductions. The man with whom Jeunie was last seen, James Malley, a boyish-looking fellow, with a narrow,black moustache she met one night about a year ago on the college green. It was doubtless one of the chance introductions to be seen any evening-on Main street; but it was very far from being concealed from her parents, and when Malley wrote three weeks ago, asking Jennie to put ofl an out-of-town trip to drive with him, Mrs. Cramer, with a “very sorry” that he was “so disappointed,” wrote him that Jennie had already gone, but would be back “Thursday morning,” just a week before the Thursday morning the mother drove the daughter from the house for passing the night away from home in Malley’s company.

One week more brought Jennie to New Haven harbor. Three weeks ago the well-spelled, well-written notes ■which passed between her and young Malley point to formal relations, formal from a sidewalk flirtation, but Jennie ha-J already known for a week Blanch Douglas, a pale, delicate-look-ing girl, dressed well, but not overdressed, whom Walter Malley had brought up from New York city. She was a professional prostitute. This acquaintance began at night on the college green, ripened by sidewalk and suppers, brought Jennie for the last fortnight of her life to be one of four,of whom two were men rotten to the core and a third a woman fresh from a house of ill-fame. and she, the girl now dead, the ' fourth. For two weeks there were trips and excursions, restaurants suppers and rides,all bringing the end closer, and through it all Jennie seems to have been ignorant that her companion was not like herself, a wild girl,running heedless risks. A night came at la it, Wednesday August 3, which Jennie spent away from home with her companions. She may have wandered before, but if she had not the net in which the reckless young girl was caught with the other woman of this party of four schooled to vice,might well have swept a strong er nature away. Thursday morning she was driven from her home. Thursday evening shelwas again at*a supper and drank her snare of fo'ir bottles of wine, and then she disappears, to be found when the tide came in, Saturday morning. For awhile, there was more or less lying by the survivors: but the arrest of the young Malleys and the testimony of Blanche gives clews which connect Jennie to the last with her evil companions. Down to the last appalling catastrophe, this story might easily enough lie matched in any city and many a village. Night-idleness and petty dissipation work their sure result. Ignorance does much, but evil more, and no man or woman can play with the devil’s own Are and come 'off unscorcbed. There appears to be no doubt that, in this case, the parents permitted a risk for which they are blameable; but it is tolerably clear that this young girl wandered along a path in which she Jostled the bad and the vile U blank

ignorance of her- company. It takes experience, a cool head and a clear eye to see below the plausible surface in ■iiEwnDUTirEiij jf_t J iv ’1 "i i she had none of these. No girl has of the hundreds wM M “feUK nightly through dangers (for which they have neither been prepared not warned. HtJ is too late to put up the,banjn American life. For good or for evil,custom has established a free social intercourse. and the paths, by which a 'girl passes beyond home Influences are easy and all alike dangerous,but the risks are vastly increased by ignorance of the facts, and conditions which breed danger and bring disaster. A healthy home life is the soundest of all safeguards; but as long as village life has disappeared for good and all in our provincial cities, and all of them share the overflow of vipe from New York, girls like this one would fall less often if they were wisely taught more knowledge of the evil in the world. I It is not that they are ignorant of the real .relations of the sexes, for they are not ignorant of them, but mothers and daughters alikn too often act; as though they were ignorant of the very thin veneer which may disguise the rake in the gentleman, and of the passion which may transform the ordinarially well-intentioned man into the devil when 1 opportunity presents the 1 temptation. Man is a dangerous animal,not to be trifled with or yielded to, and giddy girls who rebel against the all too loose restraints of oyr American homes take perilous risks. The presumption is also pretty strong in'the New Haven case that the basest scoundrelism was at work at the bottom.

Brother Gardner on the New Edition.

Detroit Free Press, “I take pleasure an’ satisfaction,” said the president, as he held up a parcel, “in informin’you a worthy citizen .of Detroit, who does not care to have his name menshun’d, has presented dis revised edition ob de Bible to de Lime Kiln Club. We do not open our meetn’s wid prayer, nor do we close by singin’ de doxolcjgy, but nebberdeless I am suah dis gift will be highly appreciated by all. Day has been considuble talk in dis club about dis revesi edichun. Some ob you has got the Idea dat purgatory is all wiped out and heaben enlarged twice Ober, an’ I hao’ herred odders assert dat it didn’t forbid lyin’, stealin’, and passin* ob bad meney. My frien’s, you is sadly mistaken. Hell is jist as hot as eber, an’ heaben hasn’t got any mo’ room. In lookin’ ober some of the changes last night I selected out a few paragraphs which hab a general b’arin’. Fur instance, it am j Ist as wicked to steal watermelyons as it was las’ y’ar, or de y’ar befo’, and the skeercer de crap de bigger de wickedness. “No change has been made in regard to loafin’ aroun’ de streets. De loafer am considered jist as low an’ mean as eber he was, an’ I want to add my belief dat he will grow meaner in public estimashun all de time. “De ten commandments am all down heah widout change. Stealin’ an’ lyin’ an’ covetin’,aud runnin’ out nights am considered jist as bad as eber. “I can’t find any paragraph in which men am excused from payin’ deir hones* debts an’ supportin’ deir families.

“I can’t fin, whar a poo’ man or a poo’ mans wife, white or black, am ’spected to sling ou any ’ticular style. “Dog fights, chicken liftin’, politics, playin’ keerds fur money, an’ bangin’ arouu’ fur drinks, au’ all sich low his ness am considered meaner dan'elwr. Fact is, I can’t find any. There anno changes wbateber which lets upon a man from plum up an’ down squar an’ hones’ wid the wort’. Dey have changed the word'liell’ to ‘hades,’ but at de same time added to de strength ob de brimstone au’ size ob de pit. We want to keep on in de straight path if we would avoid it.—Don’t let any white man make you l«elieve dat we’s los’ any gospel by dis revision, or dat Peter Or Paufor Moses hab undtrsone5 one any changas obsperrjt regardin’ e ways oblibiu’ respectably and dyin’ honably.

A Dive tor Life.

Just below Kanawha falls, in West Virginia, is an overhanging rock of immense size jutting out .about one hundred feet over a seething whirlpool and it was once the scene of a remarkable adventure. The Indians were in hot pursuit of. Van Bibber, a settler and a man of distinction in those early times. He was hard pressed, and all access to the river below and above being cut off, he Was driven to this Jutting rock; which E roved to be the jumping off place for im. He stood* on the rock, in full view of the enemy above and below, who yelled like demons at the certainty of his speedy capture. He stood up boldly, and with his rifle kept them at bay. As be stood there he looked across the river, saw his friends—his wife and her babe in her arms—all helpless to render assistance. They stood as if petrified with terror and amazement. She cried at the top of her voice: “Leap into the river and meet me!” Laying her babe on the grass, she seized the oars and sprang into a skiff alone. As she neared the middle of the river, her husband saw the Indians coming in full force yelling like demons. “Wife, wife!” he screamed, “I am coming, drop down a little lower.” With this ho sprang from his crag and descended like an arrow into the water, feet foremost. The wife rested on her oars a moment to see him rise to the surface, the little skiff floating like a cork, bobbing about on the boiling flood. It was an awful moment; it seemed an age to her. Would he ever rise? Her earnnest gaze seemed -to penetrate the depths of the water, and she darted her boat further down the stream. He rose near her: in a moment the boat was alongside him,and she helped him to scramble into it amid a shower of arrows and shot that the baffled Indians poured into them. This daring wife did notspeak a word 1 her husband was more dead than alive, and all depended upon her strength being maintained till they could reach the bank. This they did, Just where she had started, right where the babe still lay, crowing 'and laughing. The men pulled the skiff high on the land, and the wife 1 slowly arose and helped to lift Van Bib per to his feet. He could not walk, but she laid him down by her babe, and then seating herself, she wept wildly, just as any other woman would have done Under the circumstances. That babe is now a grandfather, and that rock iscalled“Van Bibber’s Rock” to this day.

Fears of Death.

James RusseU Dowell. Why should men ever be afraid to die, but that they regard the spirit as secondary to that which is but its mere appendage and cbnveniency, its symbol, its word, its means of visibility? If the soul lose this poor mansion of hers by the sudden conflgration of ’disease, or by the slow decay of age, is she therefor homeless and shelterless? If she cast away this soiled and battered garment is she therefore naked? A child looks forward to a new suit and dons it Joyfully; we cling to our rags and foulness, .We should welcome death as one Who brings us tidings -of the finding of Ipng-loet titles to a large family estate, and set out gladly to take posession. though it may be, not without a natural tear, for the humbler home we are leafring. Death always means us a kindness, though he has often a gruff way of offering IL

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JOCOSITIES.

on’er in her own country. ... Hotted wife?' Isbelp scarce ihtfeeee i parts? Depends wheather yoa want help in putting up a stove or eating a watermelon. j When a New Orleans man wanted his picture taken tn an heroic attitude, the artist painted him in the act ol refusing to drink. “Ifyou grasp a rattlesnake Ifirmly about the neck, he can not hurt you,” tays a Western paper. Keeping about a block ahead of the snake Is also a good scheme’ Musical: Jones, on hearing a band of “picked musicians” torturing a tune at a recent concert, said: “Ah, I understand ; they were picked before they were ripe!” ' “Tumefactionj”a medical term which appears jn the Washington dispatches, to-day, need create no alarm. It means simply “swelling,” aud is not as bad as it -looks. • r • j After married for nearly fifty years air Indiana couple are trying, to secure a divorca. The desire to end k their last days in peace and quitness appears to be irresistable with the old. “Mamie,” said he aifdtiis voice was singularly low,/‘will you be-mv wife? Will you cling to me as the tender vine clings to to the—•” ' “Yes, PH catch on, said she.

—Some one wrote to Horace Greeley inquiring if guano was good to put on potatoes. He said it might do for thos? whose tastes had become vitiated with tobacco and rum, but he preferred gravy and butter. There was a small boy named Apollo, Who used to get spunky and “hollo!” When his pa wttli a strap Would con al the young chap, And a sort ot a chorus would follow. The young lady who could not make her bangs stay bung said she was having a tuft time Of it. One of the Boston aesthetes is writing a novel, every chap ter of which is headed by a tuft of verse from Oscar Wilde. The hero is madly in love with a girl who wears golden freckles, and he has a hot-house strawberry mark on his near arm. The Irishman has his brains close to his lips. “Pat.” said a conceited coxcomb, “tell me the biggest lie you can on the instant and here are two shillings for you.” “Ah.” said Pat. with a significant leer, “Your Honor is a gintieman.” Put away your linen duster, Grab your ulster from the rack, For the Manitoba wavelets. Boon will Interview your back. We can hear their chilly murmurs, On the breexe borne every day,; Aud they turn our thoughts to chilblains And the In-flu-en-zl-a. A handsome lady entered a dry g )ods house and inquired for a “bow.” The polite clerk threw himself back and remarked that he was at her service. “Yes but I want a buff, not a green one,” was the reply. The young man went on measuring goods immediately.

The name of Maria is so popular in Ottumwa that’ when a cat climbs a back fence in a well-jiopulated neighborhood, and plaintively vocalizes “Mariar!” twenty windows are hastily thrown up and twenty female heads are thrust out, wildly answering, “Is that you, Charley?” Mrs. Jones went to a picnic the other day, one of those quiet picnics with no fuss,where you get up at 4 o’clock in|the morning, pack off four children and ten lunch baskets, and gad around in the heat all day and it made Mrs. Jones so tired that she had to do two days’ washing before she felt rested. An editor in charge of a religious, newspaper during the summer vacation of its regular chief, announce! the scientifiediscovery that elderberries are not so named because they are any older than any other berries. They derived their name from the fact that an elder of a church first discovered their color by setting down upon a -bunch of them at a picnic. “I never tire of reading Paradise Lost,” said Miss Posigush, her eye beaming with a dreamy languor “Don’t you admire it, Mr. Crab?” “No I don’t,” replied Mr. Crab crisply. “I used to read it before I was married, but now—casting a look towards Mrs. C. —I know what Paradise Lost is without reading it.” No wonder Mrs. Crab calls Mr. Crab a mean old brute. A big, fat colored woman went to the Galveston Chief of Police and told him that her step-son had ran away, and she wanted to know where he was. It bodders me to know why he left He had everything he needed to make him cumfable.' “Has he any marks by which' he may be recognized?” “Well, I don’t reckon all de mark s I made od him wid a bed slat, while the old man was holdin’ him, has faded out yet.”

PRACTICE OF CANNIBALISM

The Horrible Practice Still in Vogue by the Hayti Serpent Worshipers. Letter in Vanity Fair. The religion ol this country is ostensibly Roman Catholic. An archbishop, four bishops and nearly one hundred priests are established in this country, but they are really powerless in the face of a secret religion called “Voudou” or serpent worship. The professors of “Voudou,” who have the “serpent house” in each village wood (as may. also be seen on the west coast of Africa), originally came from the Congo coast, and were of the tribe called Mandingoes, celebrated for their skill as sorcerers and secret poisoners, and for being serpent-worship-pers. child-slayers and cannibals. They appear to have brought their arts with them from Africa, but while Hayti was under French rule they were obliged to practice them in secret. Lt was, however, mainly owing to the power of “Voudou” that Hayti was lost to the French. Many of the Presidents have belonged to it; the present President either cannot or will not suppress it,and it flourishes openly, It would be improper lor me to give up my authorities. It is sufficient to say that they are of the highest, and that the facts are indisputable, being vouched for to me by eve-witnesses. Out of 700,000 inhabitants of Hayti there are only 20,000 who do not openly belong to “Voudou.” . \ The priests of this religion have got absolute power, owing to their knowledge of herb poisoning and its antidotes. Owing to this knowledge, which nothing will induce them to divulge, they can poison either slowly or quickly, or painfully or the reverse,and can procure a death-like sleep. They are consequently resorted to by people who wish to get rid of others either for

gain, for Jealousy, or the like. The secret poisoning is 'carried on to an enormous extent It goes on, indeed, under the name of “Obi” whereever negroes are found. In Hayti, while the French had the island,it was sternly repressed—more so than in Jamaica or Cuba— but since then it has increased to such an extent that a suppressed terror prevails among all classes in Hayti. The great feasts of “Voudou” are at Christmas, at Whitsuntide and at Raster. The drum is beaten at midnight, and;the ’’people assemble. -The ceremony commences by the most terrible oaths of secrecy. Then dancing begins, and the excitement is kept up by copious libations of rum till one or more of the performers fall down in a fit, when the spirit of “Voudou” is supposed to have entered into them. These orgies last generally three rights, and sometimes longer. On the first night a cock is offered up at the altar, and its blood is drunk warm- On the second

nights goat is treated in the samewar,? But on the third night children aie brought in; their threats are cut by tl e Driest; their blood is handed round and cut up and eaten, Before, the sacrifice place tht priest orders as many children as he requires.l They must be of pure African descent, and not over ten years of age. These children are . invariably forthcoming, either by voluntartaly being - given up or obtained by being stolen by women who make a. profession of it. They are expert at their trade. Entering a house at night,naked and oiled, ’ they steal the child, and by administering a narcotic poison render it insensible. It is then conveyed to a secret place till required for the sacrifice,when an antidote brings it to; then its throat is cut. Children are often voluntarialy given up by their mothers-for the sac-' riflee. In order to be initiated into “Voudou” it is necessary to have killed some human being; a child is preferred. Another horrible custom in Hayti is the devouring of corpses. So strong is. the taste sos human flesh that midwives have been known to de-' vour the children they have just brought into the world. The parts preferred are the knuckles aud hands. , t Lest it should be Imagined that these are not facts, I will give one or two instances. In May, 1879, twos’women were caught eating a female child. It was S roved that the child had been first rugged and rendered insensible. The parents, supposing it to be dead, buried it. These women immediately disinterred it, restored it to its senses by, antidotes, and then inserted reeds' through its sides and sucked the blood ’ from the heart. This happened at Port au Prince. A Hay tian of good position was also aught with his family eating a small boy. Another was found tied to a tree close by. The man was pointed out to me. '

These offenses were punished, in one case by a month’s, in the other by six weeks’ imprisonment, the fear of “ Voudou” not allowing a greater punishment. ‘ In January, 1881, eight people fined for disinterring ana eating corpses. In the same month the neck and shoulders of a man were exposed for sale in the market of Port ati Prince, and were purchased and identrfied by an English medical man. In February, 1881, at St. Mark’s, a cask of so-cfilled "pork” was sold .to a ship. In it were discovered the fingers and finger nails of a human being. The “pork” was ail identified.as human flesh. k A Haytian assured me that the kidneys of a child were first-rate eating. On my asking how he knew, he informed me that he had eaten them. He did not seem to think it strange or at all out of the way. At Cane Haytien a colored clergyman of the Church of England complained that a “Voudou” neutralized a{l the good he was doing, and declared that he had had human flesh -offered him for pale, and that his wife nearly bought it, believing that it was pork. In February, 1881, four people were fined for devouring corpses. . -j At Jacmel two corpses were recently disinterred and partly eaten. Two men one in prison for this, not being able to pay the fine. A man caught eating a child was arrested on the day of my arrival. At Christmas' time 9,000 people assembled at the house of a noted “Voudou” priestess (pointed out to me) living in the qountry and carried on Voudou rites in the w°°ds close by during the week. At Aux Cayes the child of an Englishman was stolen from 1 its cradleon the 4th of March, 1879. The thieves being hunted, they threw the child down a well—killing it—-and escaped. These facts speak for themselves.

Arkansas Ager.

Detroit Free Press. “Gentlemen, let me harrer your souls with a few timely remarks. - Yourl Michigan ager is a grasshopper, and. one dose of kyneen knocks ’er dead. Qtit in Illinoy theager is bigger—about like a squirrel. .In Missouri she’s about; the size of a woodchuck, and when she strikes down into Arkansaw she’s a wolf three feet high, seven feet long, and built to take hold like a thousand buzz-saws. Great slams! but what tussles I’ve had with that ’ere critter! Say, did you ever nde in a one-hoss wagon over a stone-quarry ?. Was you ever seated on the top rail of a fence when a hurricane moved it at the rate of‘six miles a minit? Did ye ever have a. cyclone pick you up and mop ye over forty acres of river bottom, wallop ye through ten acres of woods and use you as a tool to knock down a hundred acres of cauebruke? Well, that hain’t the ager—not the Arkansaw kind; its only the first-faint perliminaries.” -■ - - . . t He stopped to relight his cigar, and then continued; “I hain’t got long to live, and I don’t keer to stretch the thing any. Tellih’ the truth has alius been my strong pint, ana alius will be. Maybe ye’ll git some idea of the Arkansaw ager when I tell ye that I once unjointed both my shoulders in shakin’ and it, was aslightsbake at that. When I had one of my reg’lar bouble back action shakes I could jar'a jug of whiskey out of the crotch of a tree twenty-eight rods off. Nobody dast pile up cord-wood within half a mile of my cabin, and that’s a solid fact. I devoured ky-neen just as you eat corned bee, and my whole system finally got so bitter tbat a dog who smelt of my leg couldn’t get the pucker out of his mouth inside Of ten days. Gentlemen Ido not wish to prolong this agony. My failin’ is gab. Futt I know I’ll jump the ager and begin on Arkansaw ’skeeters, and when I got that’ I’d harrer yer souls till you couldn’t sleep far two weeks. We will now have some licker, and I will then seek a few needed reposes.

A Nocturnal Cow.

The prevailing cow for this season seems to be a seal-brown cow with a stub tail, which is arranged as a night key. The other day I had just planted' my celluloid radishes,and irrigated my royal Bengal turnips, and sown my hunting case summer squashes. That night the blow fell. The queen of night was high in the blue vault of heaven; so, too, the twinkling stars. All nature was hushed to repose. I heard a stealthy step near the conservatory and I arose. It was a lovely sight. At the head of the procession was a sealbrown creature with a tail like the handle of a pump. This was a cow. Following at a rapid gait was a bewitch picture of alabaster limbs and gothic oints and Wamsutta muslin night robe. That was the writer. By and by there was a crash, and the sealbrown cow went home carrying the garden gate with her as a-kindof keep- * sake. She had plenty of garden gates at home in her collection, but she had none of that particular pattern. The writer of these lines then carefully brushed the sand off his feet with a * pillowsham aud retired to rest. The next morning I went out to feed my royal, self-acting hen, and found this cow wedged-into the chicken coop. I secured a large picket from the fence, and ! took my eoat off and breathed in a full breath. I did not want to kill her: I simply wanted to make her wish she had died of membranous croup when she was young. I brought down the picket with the condensed strength, and eagerness, and wratffof two long suffering years. It struck the comer of the hen house. There was a deafening crash, and then all Was st ill, save the low, rippling laugh of the cow as she stood in the alley and encouraged me as I nailed up the hen house again. Looking back over my whole life, it seems to me that it is strewn with nothing but the ragged rujns of my busted anticipations.