Rensselaer Republican, Volume 18, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 June 1886 — Page 2

A TONG AND A PKATUL Aeongiot tiro girlw* tore- . God love hw! A eons for the eyes with their tender wile,' And the traßrunt mouth with its melting smile, dfaerieh brown lre»H» uncontrolled, That deep her neck with their tendered hold And the bloeeom lipa end the dainty chin, And the lily band that we try to win. The girl we love—- ' > [ God love her I A grayer for the girt we lovedGod tore her r A prayer for the eyes of faded light, And the cheek whose red rose wanqd to white, And the quiet brow with Jte shadow and gleam. And the lashes drooped in a long deep dream, And the small hands crossed for the churchyard And the flowers deed on her sweet dead breast, The girt wo loved— God loved her I —New Orleans TtrnrA-lWiocnit

EFFIE’S STRANGE WARNING.

BY NATHAN D. URNER.

1 On a certain bright, deceitfully-warm March morning. Joe Morford and Achille Dufarge. professional “wolfers,” set out on' what was meant to be their last jadt-hunt of the season, from their homes in thl* quiet but thrifty little Idaho settlement of I lor•nce, bound for their distant wolfing di#-, trict near the headwaters of the Snake Biver, among the wild spurs of the Bitter Root Mountains. They had hardly got clear of the settlement when Joe’s sweetheart. Effie Sintram —a sweet and delicate girl, the belle of the settlement, and better known ns the Sutler’s Daughter—was seen on the last rise ©f ground, waving her ,hnndk< rchief with a peremptoriness that no lover could resist. “Wait for me, Achille,” said Joe. a frankfaced young trapper who wore his heart on his sleeve. “I ll have to run back, and see what she wants.” Achille nodded with assumed carelessness, and drew rein beside the pack-mule they owner! in common. as though wholly indifferent to his partner's softness in obeying the summons. But hardly had the latter quitted his side Itefore his black, piercing eyes followed him with a malevo-. lent glance, that at last rested on the reunited lovers with a burning and vengeful intensity that was not good to see. Achille was a French half-breed from the Saskatchewan wilderness- a swarthy and singularly handsome man of some yearsJoe Morford s s< nior—who had made himself very popular among the female element of the territory, though of doubtful antecedents and dangerous temper, “I didn't call you back merely for another kiss. Joe,” said Effie, none the less tiptoeing for one as Joe hurriedly put his powerful arm around her. “It was to tell you that I'll keep on having my sleep-waking dreams till vou come back; so that you'd better be on your good behavior while gone.” Joe’s brow grew troubled. “I wish you wouldn't. Effie!” said he, half-impatiently. “The doctor says you're high-strung enough as it is; and you know perfectly well that those trance-fits or sleep-wakings leave you exhausted and nervous.” He alluded to strange conditions of clairvoyance. or second-sigh;, to which the young girl had been subject in her cliildhood. and which, after years of hentthful discontinuance, had. to the no small disquiet of her father and friends, repossessed her wish increased and oft-times startling manifestations, so far as concerned their realistic vividness and subsequent confirmations, ever since her he art had passed out of her keeping into that of honest Joe Morford, five or six months before the opening of our story. Effie smiled a little sadly. “You talk as if 1 could altogether help it,” said she. “But you can resist the spells to a certain degree—so as to weaken both their intensity and their after effects. You -have told me no, darling. ” “I can, but shall not until after we are made one at the altar. , Joe. listen to me, I dare not!” and there was a wild earnestness in her voice aud manner. “When has my strange gift been at fault in following you out and away upon your perilous expeditions after the wolf-pelts? Never, and you know it. Joe, I, must still follow you thus as long as that evil-hearted man, Achille Dufarge, accompanies you. His offer was the first I had—long before you spoke your heart to me—and he has never forgiven, my rejection of it. He will harm me. if possible, through ?/ow. But I shall be watching over you, my darling. My mysterious inner and far-sight shall never miss you at the merest hint of peril. Nay, more; I feel that my gift shall attain new poW&, new expression; that in the event of dire misfortune, not alone my eyes, but my voice as well, shall reach you, and you shall hear me calling to you over the weary leagues of mountain, valley, eanon. and morass!" Oh, Joe, my beloved, my precious one! it is more with soul than with heart that I love you; and it is my soul that st es; ” Impressed against his will by the intensity of her words, he took" her in his arms and kissed her tenderly, even while

murmuring: . Wild words, my darling—wild, though •sweet! Ido not doubt a certain reality in your gift, bnt you are wrong about poor Achille—an ill-governed, passionate, but true-hearted man!” "You're astray—astray! But wait!” She drew him back a pace or two, and her eyes, directed toward the distant half-breed, assumed a strained fixety, while her Sweet features grew pale, abstracted and set. -rife is looking at us at this instant,” she continued, slowly, "and these muttered vAards are escaping his compressed lips—l repeat them syllable by syllable; 'Joe Morford, beware! a clever chance, a caprice of d«stiny against yo it. might mean that love and happiness formel’ There, that is all. Isn’t it enough?” She was her bright, natural self again; and a smile of incredulity came into her lover’s face. “Why, Effie, do be reasonable!” said he. •“Achille is fully five furlongs distant, and telephonic communication is' as vet denied you.” ‘ - She. laughed, too, and was solelv loverlike as she threw her arms about him for the final embrace. “If you don’t give over doubting me, I shall some day love you to death!” she ■cried. “Good-bye, Joe, Joe. dear . Joe! And forget nothing I have said—remember every word!” There Was a shower of kisses, and she only gave way to her sobs when her lover was well Out of hearing. Joe said not a word, and neither did his associate wolf er, for many minutes after continuing their way together. At last the former said: “Achille, did you speak any words aloud when observing Effie and me, just the minute before our parting kiss back yonder?” “Yes—no! Once, perhaps, but of course not. There was no one with me. What do you mean?” Achille had been startled, and was even yet confused. “You know Effie's strange sleep-waking power, and all that,” Joe went on. “Well, at the moment I refer to, she treated words that she professed to catch, syllable by syllable, from your lips, in Spite of the separating distance. ” . Achille burst into a nervous laagh. “Mon Dieu! lam frightened/* said- he,

in mock alarm. “Hell me, Joe; what did aha echo me as saying?” >“These words, muttered through your compressed tips; ‘Joe. Morford, beware.' a clever chance, a caprice of destiny against you, might yuan that girt's love and happiness for wir.’" Achille looked more startled than at first, but his laugh was even louder and more scoffing. “Le diable! I give in, I'm crushed.” he continued, bnnteringly. “Sorceress fro Tess than seeress, what can avail against your wonderful Effie Sintram, the sutler’s I daughter?” I “No. no; but. joking apart, Achille, pray tell me, honestly, if such words really did or didnot escape you?” - Achille was also, apparently, in earnest now, and he held ont his hand engagingly. “They did not, pard, on my word of honor!” said he. simply; “nor did such an envious, unworthy thought us is expressed by those words enter my head an instant. lam above it, old fellow. Do you believe me?” \ ■ ■ ' “Oh! of course!” But Joe could not forget Achille's agitation, evert while clasping the extended hand with hearty good will. “Why not? Think no more of it. Poor Effie! she may be growing a little unbalanced.’’ j They reached their little cabin.. eighty miles away, at the end of the third day, and good luck seemed to attend this, their last expedition, from the start. A heavy snow fell, just enough to make the coyotes hungry, and to nicely plant the sharp sticks, dressed -with Btryebninepoisoned bear or elk meat, set after the most approved fashion of yyolf-catching; and, after this, it cleared off good and cold, Tendering long-distance traveling on snowshoes effective and agreeable, and enabling them to set their baits, or traps, and establish their caches over a wide extent of wilderness; while the Indians, troublesome enough at the beginning of the season, were only conspicuous by their absence. It was the custom of these two wolfers to meet at their cabin at the end of every third day. bringing in such pelts as had been collected. Then, after spending a night and day in each other's company, chiefly devoted to preparing the skins for market, they would again separate, to make their lonely rounds among the baiting grounds in different directions. - But at ike end of three weeks, after five profitable collections had been made, the good luck suddenly changed to worse. Joe, having reached home first, was preparing the coffee over the cabin fire, when suddenly a voice, Effie Sintram's v&ice, was heard, calling to him. Greatly startleiT, lie ran out of the cabin, " which occupied a bare knoll commanding a wide, uninterrupted view on every side, and looked eagerly, around, without per-' ceiving Effie or anyone else in sight. Yet,still the beloved voice kept on calling to him from ont of- the bosoming distance and from due southwest, directly from the point of Effie Sintram’s home, eighty miles away, and presently he distinguished these words of warning: “Joe, 1 Joe Morford! beware. Achille is only self-wounded, and the Spokanes, while seeming to attack you, are realty his confederates." He shook off the superstitious feeling that momentarily possessed him, afid then, feeling assured that it was nothing less than Effie’a inner voice, or spirit-vigilance, s that had reached him across the. waste, as an attendant of her clairvoyant wakefulness, he again took a survey of his surroundings for an explanation of the warnJust then Achille’s trained pony, housed'> up with Joe’s and the pack-mule in a shed communicating with the cabin, sent forth the mysterious whinny ;, that it was accustomed to give at its master's approach. An instant later Achille himself appeared on the rough snowy trail, half a mile away. He seemed to move on his snow-shoes with ! difficulty, and made signs of distress. Joe hurriedly buckled on his own snowshoes, and was soon at his partner's side. Achille’s left leg was bandaged below the knee, and he was unwontedly excited. He was, moreover, without hjs.customarypackage of wolf-skins. “The Spokanes!” he hurriedly exclaimed. “They ambuscadei and wounded me two miles back in Splint Canon! They are coming for usl Hurry up! We cannot be prepared for them too soon.” With the mysterious warning, thus partly verified, still haunting his mind, Joe Morford said little in reply, but-assisted hiscompanion to the hut, and systematically made everything snug for the threatened attack. A ■

It wag now abont-sunset. Achille had in the meantime done notfik ing but groan with pain. ' “Now let's have a look at that leg of yours,” said Joe; and. in spite of Achille's entreaties to be careful, he summarily unbandaged the injured limb, and examined it. “Why. it’s nothing knt a gunshot flesh wound!” said he, contemptuously. “What are you up to, Achille? Both of us have had worse hurts without playing baby.” poisoned,” suggested Achille; “at all events it burns like fury.” Joe also: noticed that the bullet had been fired almost perpendicularly downward, which considerably t strengthened the. air-borne accusation of its having been self-inflicted; but he said nothing, and, a few moments later, the threatened Indian attack took place. “I might also ask what’s up with you, Joe?” said Achille, after ft few shots had been fired from the two loop-holes, andreturned/ “Yotr don't seem to care a continetital about these bloodthirsty devils.” “Bloodthirsty fiddle-sticks!” said Joe'. “There’s not more than a baker's dozen of the beggarly Spokane's; with no more Than" live .or six old" battered army muskets among ’efii. With our Winchesters and revolvers, we ought to whip a regiment of ’em.” “Look out, though!” cried Achille, peering put excitedly! “They’re creeping up ail in a bunch, and- — There! what did I tell you?”

There really was an entire volley received, and as Joe sprang to his loop-hole, a concerted rush was observable as preparing on the part of the, savages. At this instant the far-off, air-borne voice, Effie's voice, rang out once more, sounding in Joe s ears at least with clarion distinctness: "Be on your guard. Joe, be on your guard!” it cried. “Beware ofshots not from without, but from within—not from in front, but from behind! Ok. too late, too late! Lost, lost!” And it died away in a long, agonizing wail. , “Bid you hear that strange cry just then, Achille?" cried Joe, now greatly wrought up. “Where are you? What causes all this smoke and steam?” “I don’t know,” replied the half-breed from somewhere in the smoke. “ And what cry do you mean? I heard nothing, and—" Here there was an bath, followed by the words: “Mon Dieu! they’ve fired the horseshed. Look out for yourself, pard!” Then a number of shots echoed around the outer walls, quickly followed by an individual flash and report from within—and Joe Morford was down with a ghastly gunshot hole in his side. ■ Then the aria! voice swelled for the last time upon his hearing, but only in a long, expiring scream of intense and sympathetic anguish. . ■ “I believe I'm done for,” growled Joe,

•till masking the terrible suspicion that I filled his mind —the suspicion that Achille's I bullet had purposely sought him out from | amid thp smoke. “Perhaps,” and there j was a teriible sneer in his voice, “you didn’t • hear that cry either?” ’ Achille protested that he had not with unaffected sincerity, and made haste to i minister to his wounded partner; while the i smo)ce and steam, Which turned ont to have been caused by th© overturning of the ! coffee pot on the live coals, gradually 1 cleared; and it also became evident that the Spokanes, whether their attack had been a ' sham or a reality, had taken themselves off. ! nt the instance of the Winchesters, most : likely-. / An hour or two later, Joe Morford’s sit- | tiation was extremely precarious. Lying helplessly in his bunk, he was bidding ' temporary adieu to his uncertain partner, Achille Dufarge, who, after dressing his 1 comrade’s frightful wound to the best of his ability, was about setting out as hur- I riedly as his own injury would permit to j obtain needed provisions and medicines ; from a cache, or secret storage-place, five ! miles distant, there chancing to be none of either on hand in the cabin. To add to the gravity of the situation, ' another great snow-storm was setting in|. “Good-bye, and God speed your return, ! Achille!” said Joe, with difficulty i controlling a shudder while • submitting j to the parting hand-shake. “I shall ; doubtless die any way of this accursed i Indian bullet; but the misery or 1 comparative solace of my last moments 1 will depend on your getting back to, me within ten lloufs at the lurthest. Old fellow, I would not die here alone!” “Morblen! that you shall not, my tried comrade, while the breath remains in my body!” cried the handsome half-breed, with hypocritical earnestness. “Ten hours? I shall return inside of six, or perish in the snows.” He. passed out cheerfully in the , storm, leaving a good fire on the hearth, fuel within the sufferer’s reach, and a lamp burning. The murderous hound!” muttered Joe to himself. “Self-preservation alone prevented my charging him with his treachery. * If ho does not return, lam lost. Oh, if I I could but hear my Effie’s spirit-voice once more, to cheer me in this terrible suspense! And how odd it was that Achille should have been deaf to it! for I know his superstitious terror would ha/B been overpowering, had it been otherwise.” But Joe was also deaf to it thereafter, for it came no more; and neither did Achille return. Hours and days passed, an .1 Joe Morford felt assured that he had been either heartlessly left to starve and suffer to dea h alone in the wilderness, or that the halfbreed had in reality perished in the snows; though the former supposition, in view of past developments, was the more likely of the two. At last, one sunshiny morning, when the snows were fast disappearing, Joe managed to crawl to and open the cabin door. He was wasted almost to a skeleton; death was impatiently waiting for him, it seemed. He crushed a handful of snow upon his fevered lips, and threw a straining glance over the trackless waste. “Oh, if I might but hear it once again!” he cried in his desolateness. "That voice, , that voice! ’ The voice of iny s weethoatt, ' Effie Sintram!” Hark! what was that? A shout from far below—a nearer and ringing cry—and yet another! Was it delirium? No; those were real shapes, rescuingJuiman. shal>esl-tQilißgJiP-toward him through the snow. And that was Effie’s voice—not her airborne phantom voice, the voice of her sleep-waking abnormity, but her own clear natural and girlish tones—and he hears it again, nearer, at his very side; he sees her beloved image, he is in her arms, her sobs and laughs are mingling- melodiously in his ears, her grateful tears are raining on his wasted face l~~’ - All is well once mote.. Joe has not quite overstepped the threshold of recovery, and the best of physicians, the kindest of neighbors are there to assist the sweet feminine hands that soothe his pillow. All is gradually explained to him. The butler’s daughter had seen all his peril up to the treacherous shot that had laid her lover low; had seen it vividly in her sleepwaking trance, and out of that had her sympathetic voice called its warnings to the beset soul that was dearest, nearest to her own. But, with the final catastrophe, the treacherous shot, her trance had snapped its mystic chord in that last long anguished wail, and a dreamless sleep, lasting for three days, had supervened; after which she had secretly enlisted the physician and several neighbors in the rescuing expedition that had just terminated so fortunately, sb providentially; her father in the meantime treasuring the secret at home, inorder

to entrap the envious and murderous halfbreed to his reckoning,— For nothing had as yet been heard of Achille; though there was iittle doubt that he was but "biding his time to reappear at the settlement, with his semi-fabrication of death for his comrade, untold hardships for himself, arid, doubtless, with a future claim upon Effie's "hand and affections on the score of gratitude for what he would profess to have tried to do for her ill-starred lover. Strange as it may sound in the telling, this fanciful programme of Achille Dufarge’s motives and designs was borne out by the facts in the case almost to the very letter. ' Joe was carried back to the settlement, and so well was his return kept secret that he was well on the road to recovery a few weeks later when Achille presented himself at the old sutler's house. He was clothed in rags and woe-begone in the extreme, and. was even permitted to spin out his fabrication in the presence of a large audience before being at last confronted by fhe-dead-alive, and overwhelmed with confusion and dismay. ' , His attempt at murder, however, could not conveniently be proved against him jo the satisfaction of a court of law; so he was quietly permitted to disappear,, after being subjected to a little public expression of disesteem, which in this instance assumed the form of a coat of tar and feathers, and an evanishment from that particular corner of Idaho by the unique fashion of equestrianism known as riding on a rail. Joe and Effie were married with great rejoicings before the close of the following merry month of May; and I am happy to say that there has been no recurrence of the pretty bride’s sleep-waking or clairvoyant experiences since that eventful and happy day. ———£-1

Variations in Granite.

Prof. Winchell's comparative trials of the granite of New England and Minnesota have shown some surprising differences in strength. Two inch unpolished cubes were taken, and crushed between wooden cushions, the average strength of Minnesota granite was found to be 94.272 pounds, or 23.218 pounds per square inch; crushed between steel plates, the average strength w-as 104*800 pounds, or 26,200 pounds to the square inch of surface. A like number of specimens of New England granite gave an average strength of 59,755 pounds, or 14,759 pounds to the square inch. ~~~

BLOODSHED IN IRELAND.

Fierce Outbreaks of Orangemen and Home-Rulers at Belfast and Lurgan. Hotels picked and Burned—Rioters and Policemen Shot Down—Nine People Killed- [ ' [BelfMt (Ireland) dispatch.] A mob of Orangemen made an attack upon a tavern kept by a man named Duffy. The police were promptly on the scene, and after a stubborn c6nteßt,,during which they used their carbines, drove the mob away in disorder. The rioters reassembled with increased strength and again attacked Duffy's, this time overpowering the police and driving then! from the place. In the first assault Chief of Police Carr was wounded. He was carried away and now lies in a critical condition. When the Orangeman returned to the light they were accompanied by a large number of factory girls, who goaded or shamed the men on to battle and formed a nffist dangerous element. When the officers abandoned Duffy’s the mob at once took complete possession of the tavern and it was thoroughly sacked. All the taps and spiggots were set running, and everybody was invited to help himself according to" his taste. All the barrels of liquor found in stock were carried into the street, lifted up high and let fall until they broke and liberated their contents. All the furniture-was carried out, piled in the center of the roadway, and burned in a bonfire to furnish the rioters light during their debauch. Men, youths, and girls drank until they fell helpless in the gutters, the girls acting with greater fury during the earlier stages of the orgy than the men. The noise, the profanity, and the disorder were terrible. The inob ended it» work by firing the tavern itself, and it-burned to the ground. Then the stronger men, who had become infuriated and overpowered by their potations, ran through the streets, wrecking and pillaging wherever they went, and increasing their following the further they proceeded. These- rioters, after a while, congregated around the police station and stoned the police ..until they were tired. They then marched down to another tavern. The police hastened thither in advance and attempted to protect the property, but they were overpowered and driven away. The mob, left in possession, treated the tavern as they had treated Duffy’s—turned on all the taps, broke the full barrels in the street, made a bonfire of the furniture, and finally set fire to the building. The police returned, and this time got the better for a time of the mob, whose ranks were depleted by the scores who had fallen away in drunkenness, and extinguished the flames before they could gain control of the structural But the officers were unable to drive the rioters from the locality, and they remained and dominated

it until morning. During the rowdyism of the night Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Parnell were both burned in effigy, and a dummy corpse labeled “home rule” was cremated, The rioting was renewed here this evening and the riot act was again read. The mob increased in size apd began throwing stones at the police. The latter fired, killing four persons. The mob returned the fire and a brisk fusillade was kept up for twenty minutes. The mob drove a force of 150 policemen into the barracks and then attacked the buildings, firing revolvers and throwing stones at the doors and windows. The police fired, kitting five persons. Several Protestant clergymen tried to disperse the mob, but their efforts were unavailing. During the riots one hundred houses were wrecked. After sacking the hotels many Orangmen reeled through the streets shouting “To h—l with the Pope!” Twentyfive policemen were hurt. Two men named Hart and Mason were arrested for the murder of Thomas Gallagher, who was shot dead during the rioting at Lurgan. Gallagher was a well-known local simpleton. He waved an Orange sash in the face of a home-rule mob during an incessant fire between that mob and its Orange enemies. During the riot the situation at one time became so desperate that Mr/ Mathers, a local Orange leader, publicly declared that unless the authorities did their duly he and a thousand annd Orangemen would take charge ■of the town. Mathers was on the point of carrying out his threat when the military appeared." An infernal machine, consisting of a jar filled with a black substance and some clock-work, was thrown last night against the door of a Protestant house in Lurgan and exploded in the doorway. Arthur and Andrew Donnelly, leading Catholic merchants, have been arrested at Lurgan on the charge of firing from their windows. A mob wanted to lynch the prisoners and stoned the police. It was finally dispersed at the point of the bayonet.

DROWNED HER SON.

A Vermont Mother’s Unnatural Crime. [Stanford (Vt.) special.]' Mrs. William Sloan has for several months been extremely jealous of her husband, and the affairs of the family have -been the topic of conversation among the villagers. Mr. Sloan "Returned from work at an early hour last evening. His four-year-old boy, who always met him at the door, failed to do so. On going into the house he inquired for his son, and his wife said she had sent the Loy on an errand. His long delay resulted in a general search for the child, whose lifeless body was found in a ditch. The body was removed to the house ’and laid at ,the feet of Mrs. Sloan. She did net show any signs of emotion or surprise, and merely said it served her husband right to inflict such a punishment On him. The cool way in which she took the matter, and the fact that she had refused to join in the search, led the neighbors to believe that she had committed the murder. A constable took her in custody and shortly after being locked up she confessed having drowned the child. Her only reason for doing sb was, as she said, to spite her husband. The shock has made Mr. Sloan insane.

The Savannah News says that the real reason why Southern men wear their hair long is to keep the sun, from tanning their necks. “Bill Abb,” of the 'Atlanta Constitution, is Major Charles H. Smith, of Cartersville, Ga. ’ The Socialist, Berprend. who was the leader of the strikes in 1885, has been expelled from Berlin. Bishop John Newman, of Philadelphia, Who died in 1860, is to be canonized. one time a Treasury girl at Washington. F. Mabion Crawford's income from his novels is now $20,000a year. .

NO WOMEN IN THAT TOWN.

Peculiaritlna of a City W hore Marriage* * and Births Waver Occur. „ “I know ft city in the United States of over “ 130,000" population where not one vote was cast for Grover Cleveland,” “Where was that?” ' "In Washington.” "I know a stranger place than that. I have been to a town where there had been no births or marriages in hundreds of years, yet people live there and die." The captain of the bark “Malta” crossed his legs, opened and shut the blade of a penknife with his thumb,and Unger and complacently chewed tobacco. The-“ Malts" arrived at New York from the Mediterranean last Friday, with figs and Egyptian onions, * — “Yes,” said Capt. Baldwin, "we ran up the west shore of theJEgean Sea to Haggion Oros, meariing the Greek holy mountain. It is a grand pile of jocks, rising 6, 200 feet straight out of the water, irom the end of a narrow peninsula. What Giberaltar is to the Mediterranean, Haggion Oros is to the Dardanelles. This peninsula runs back from the mountain about 40 i miles, —grand coast —and averages 6 miles wide. It is joined to the larger Chalr cedonian peninsula by a narrow neck of sand. They told me there that Xerxes, the fellow- who led a million of heathen soldiers, cut a canal through -the sapd at that .point for his vessels to sail through. There is another mountain on the peninsula—Mt. Athos. We had an Ohio preacher and his daughter, passengers from Alexandria, on board, and the preacher told us about the peninsula and town of Athos. “ ‘Before Christendom,’ said he ‘recluses used to live at Mt. Athos in holes in the ground. The solemnity inspired by the bare peak of the mountain harmopized well with their minds, bent on wild and mystic thoughts. So,’ said he, ‘after the new religion came the place got to be a popular resort for monks, who didn’t want to live with the rest of mankind; and Greek monks have been going to that peninsula ever since,until now, after 1,600 or 1,800 years, they have formed an ecclesiastical selfgovernment. Under the Byzantine emperors the monks were under no secular control whatever, but now the Turkish government keeps a caimakan there. He has no power, however. His duty is only to observe the monks. The caimakan has two zapteiths, or soldiers, for a body-guard, but they represent the honor of the office more than the power. The community has its own police in the shape of a squad of Albanians. The monks govern themselves by a council of representatives over which the proteros, or president, rules. He is called the First Man of Athos. The proteros can only be boss for three months at a time. He then re-

signs to the next eminent citizen until the honor is shared by'* every man in the council. . " “They wouldn’t let the preacher’s daughter land. No woman is allowed, on any pretense whatever, to set foot in the territory. No female creature of any kind—cow, she goat or mare, or animal capable of giving birth to its kind—is found there. Not even hens are permitted in Athos. So there have been no births, no marrirges, no lovein akings nor scandals there. Just about as many Greek monks get sick of the world and go to Athos as there are those who die. But what a sanctimonious funeral a monk must have there — priests for mourners, hack drivers, pallbearers, grave-diggers, and lookers-on. ”

The World’s Seven Wonders.

The hanging gardens at Babylon were 75 feet high, built on seven tiers of arches, one over the other. The top was covered with earth, in which Howers and even large trees had been planted. Water was supplied by aqueducts from the river Euphrates. The Pharos at Alexandria, erected by the arehiteet Sostratus, under the reign of Ptolmy Philadelphus, B. C. 332 r was the first lighthouse on record, and, according to Josephus, the light could be seen for fully forty English miles. Wood fires were used instead of lamps. The Olympian Zeus, a statue of Jupiter at Olympia, the work of Phidias, 55 feet in height, was made of ivory and gold. It represented the father of gods seated on a Throne. i.— - The temple of Diana at Ephesus will be remembered by all Bible readers. It was 425 feet long, 225 feet broad, and supported by 127 columns of Parian marble, each 60 feet high. • ■ The (polossus of Rhodes was an eriormous brass statue of the sun god, Apollo. It rested over the entrance of the harbor, all ships passing between its brazen legs.' It was built 280 years before Christ, and thrown down by an earthquake.. The next one also shared the same fate. The Mausoleum was a magnificent tomb. erected by Artemissia, to bury her husband, Mausolus, King of Caria. It stood for many centuries, and its foundations could still be traced in 1856. The pyramids of Egypt are the most wonderful of all the seven wonders, and so well known that we can in our brief space add nothing of interest.

Author and Publisher.

A young author without a name but with a meritorious manuscript will in the case of a majority of publishing houses receive in answer to his request to publish a proposition to do so provided the author will forward from S3OO to SSOO, according to the size of the book, the condition offered being that the publishing house will then put the book on the market and account to the author for 75 per cent, of the wholesale price of the book. Some publishing houses will accept the SSOO check of the author and agree in consideration to return the same when the book reaches an edition, say of 2,000, after which a copyright or royalty will be allowed the author somewhat larger than if the author invested in the. work. In either case the demand is that the author shall also become a publisher, using the regular pubtfshihg firms as agents. jr know a miser who ne\er lets a silver dollar pass through his hands wjthont trying to pluck the eagle’s feathers.

THE LATE DR. DIO LEWIS.

Dr. Dio Lewis, the Well-Known Hygienic Reformer and Author, Died Not Long Ago at His Home in Yonkers, N.Y. - In Felruary he was thrown from his horse, receiving a alight wound on the left leg, and some weeks afterward unusual fatigue in walking was followed by erysipelatous inflammation of the wounded leg. A serious phlegmonous erysipelas in a few days implicated the entire limb, and finally extended to the body and caused death. Dr. Lewis was bom in Auburn, N. Y., March 3, 1823. He studied medicine at Harvard College, and practiced in Port Byron, removing thence to Buffalo. He

traveled and lectured for a number of years on physiology and hygiene, until he settled in Boston, and there developed his system of exercise for schools and homes, teaching that the body should be trained as well as the mind to insure the perfect development of the human being. He opened a school for young ladies at Lexington, Mass., where he could embody his ideas of physical training, and he had great success, the school numbering some one hundred and sixty pupils, many of them brokendown invalids from other institutions. The building was burned in 1867. Since then he has devoted himself to lecturing and writing on health subjects. He was the originator of the Woman's Temperance CrusadedH-Ohio. He spent his last few years in New York and vicinify and removed to Yonkers in September last. For the two years preceding his death he published in New York Dio Lewis’ Nuggets, a bi-monthly. His published wotks on his favorite topic of hygienic education include “New Gymnastics, “Weak Lungs, and How to Make Theiff Strong,” “Talks About People's Stomachs,”and“our Girls.” For several years his Dio Lewis Monthly has published in brief form the matter that afterward was issued in volume. His last work, “The.Dio Lewis Treasury,” is now in press. ’

Judge Payson’s Laud Bill.

[Washington special.] Judge Payson's land bill, passed by the Hdtise of Representatives, repealing the preemption, desert-land, and timber-culture laws and amending the commutation provision of the homestead law, after providing for the repeal of the pre-entption law allows bona tide claims to be perfected, and also permits, a second homestead entry in lieu of the pre-emption privilege to any person who has not had the benefit of pre-emption and who has failed from any cause except by sale or disposal of his rigjit thereto to perfect title to a tract of land heretofore entered by him. The second section, in repealing the timber-culture act, makes provision for perfecting bona-fide claims lawfully initiated before the passage of the act." Section 3 amends the homestead act by allowing the minimum price for the quantity of land entered to be paid at any time after the expiration of thirty calendar months from the date of entry, the proof of actual settlement to be filed six months prior to the application for patent. Section 4, in repealing the desert-land act, makes the usual reservation for completing lawfully entered claims. ~ The fifth section withdraws from public sale and private entry all lands except isolated and disconnected fractional parts, mineral lands, and others“of a local JUHture. Section " 6 preserves the right to transfer portions of the settler’s entry under homestead or preemption for church, cemetery, or school, purposes, or right of way for railroads. Judge Payson says the repeal will not affect the right of soldier’s to the public lands in any way. Their right is under the homestead law, which is simply amended so as to increase the time of commutation to thirty months.

Ex-President Arthur.

[New York special.] There has been a turn in the condition of ex-President Arthur. The steady gain that is said to have been going on for the last month has stopped, and it is said on good authority that he has taken a considerable step backward, and that there are grave doubts as to his ever getting well. The nature of his disease gives rise to many conflicting symptoms. It is well known that in similar cases, where the patient has appeared to be on the road to recovery, very suddenly

appeared a dangerous and perhaps fatal relapse. While it is not true that the relapse has come in the General’s case, he has of late been getting weaker, and his vital force has been greatly lessened by the return of the attacks of insomnia which were so troublesome in the early part of his sickness. A friend who saw him recentlv was much struck by the physical depression that seemed to involve the entire muscular system, and every movement of the body was languid, and, to a certain extent, uncertain. That the General’s family are somewhat alarmed is shown In the close and continuous watch that is kept over him; but, while the danger of a relapse is ever before them, a hopeful view is taken of the case, and however active or serious the symptoms may become, there is no indication given of discouragement. It is just discovered that the celebrated jellies from New York State are made of apple peelings, with a liberal quantity of glucose and coloring material. The great monument to Victor Emmanuel at erected by King Humbert entirely at his own private expense. Mb. John R. McLean, of the Cincinnati Enquirer, sent the President, as a wedding present, a silver ice-cream freezer. Murat's sword-handle, set with precious stones and gold,"was sold in London, the other day, for £230. Miss Lillian Smith, of California, a young lady of 14 years, has broken 323 glass bays*in succession with the rifle.