Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 10, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 25 August 1888 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XXIL A DAUGHTER OF EVE.

After Sal bad vanished into the boose, Brian sank Into a chair beside Madge, with a weary *i£b. He was in riding dress, which became his stalwart flgrire well, and looked remarkably handsome—bat ill and worried. "What on earth were you asking that girl about he said abruptly, taking his hat off, and tossing it and bis gloves on the floor.

Madgo flushed crimson for a moment, and then taking Brian's two strong hands in her own, looked steadily into bis frowning face. "Why don't you trust meF she asked in a quiet tone. ••But it is not necessary that I should," ho answorcd moodily. "The secret that RoMnnn Moore told me on her deathbed nothing that would benefit you to know." "Is it about meT she persisted. "It is, and it is not," he answered epigrammatieally. "I suppose that means that it is about a third person and concerns me," she said calmly, releasing his hands. "Well, yea,"

Brian had not seen Mark Prettlby for some time, and wn* astonished at the change which had token plnoo in his appearance. Formerly, IKS had been as straight as an arrow, with a stem, frvsh colored face but now bo had aalight stoop, and his face looked old and withered. Ills thick, black hair was streaks! hero and thero with white, and the only thing unchanged about him were his eyas, which wro as keen and bright as ever. Remembering how old his own face looked, and how altered Madgw was, now .owing her father, lie woudeml if this sudden chasigo was traccabie to the same source, namely, the murder of Oliver Whyto. Mr. Preulby's f«f~ looked "*4«ft»d thoughtful r„s be canto -i but, racking sight of his daughter, a cmito ot&ff* K* broke over it. ••Sty dear .^apprald," he said, holding out hi»battd ••tWs is indeed a surprise! When you xmie f* „t half an hour ago," replied Brian, w«luet-i Uy taking the extended hand of tbe million**"*- "i

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impatiently striking his boot

with bis riding whip. "But it is nothing that can barm you as long as you do not know it, but God help you should any one tell it to you, for it would embitter your life." "My life boing so very sweet now," answered Mru'^c, with a light sneer. "You are trying to put out a flro by pouring oil on it, and what you say only makes mo more determined to Jean what it is." "Madge, I implo're you not to persist In this foolish curiosity. 1 tell you candidly that I did learn something from Rosanna Mooro, and it concerns you, but only indirectly through a third person. But it '.vould do no good to revool it, and would ruin both our lives."

Kho did not answer, but looked straight beforo lier into the glowing sunshine. I'--inn fell on (lis knees beside her, and fttu!cT:cd out his hands with an entreating gesture. •Oh, ray darling," he cried, sadly, "cannot you tru3t tzuil

The love which baa stood such

a test as yours cannot fail liko this. Let me iiear the misery of knowing it alone, without (blighting your young life with tho knowljidgo of it I would tell you if I could, but, Uutl help me, I cannot—X cannot," and he juried his fneo in his hands.

Madge closed her mouth firmly, and VichcU his comely head with her cool, nhito Angers. Thero was A struggle going in her breast between her feminine uri»ity and her lova for tho man at her (cot—the latter conquered, and she bowed her head over his. "Brian," she whispered softly, "let it be as you wish. 1 will nevor again try to learn this foerot, since you do not desire it."

IIo arow to his feet, anil caught her in his jtrong unns, with a glad smilo. "My dearest 1" he said, kissing her passionately, and then for a few momenta neither of them spoke. "Wo will begin a now life," he «aid, at leugth. "Wo will put tho sad past away from us, and only think of it as a

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tho secret will still fret you," she

murmured. "It will wear away with time and with change of scene," ho answered sadly. "Change of scene!" sho repeated in a startled tone. "Aro you going awayf" "Yes I have sold my station, and will loavn Australia forevcrduriug tho next three months." "And where aro you goingf" asked the(jirl, rather bewildered. "Anywhere," ho said, a littlo bitterly. "I am going to follow the example of Cain, and bo a wanderer on ti.o face of tho earth."

Alone

"That is what I have come to see you about," said Brian, looking steadily at her. "I have co-no to ask you if you will marry moat once, and we will leave Australia together."

She hesitated. "I know it is asking a great deal," ho said, hurriedly, "to leave your friends, your position, and"—with hesitation—"your father but think of my life without you—think how lonely I shall be wandering round the world by myself but you will not desert me now I have so much need of you—you will come with me and bo my good angel in the future as you havo been in tho pastf

She put her hand on his arm, and looking at him with her clear, gray eyes, said— "Yosl" "Thank Qod for that," said Brian, reverently, and there was again silence.

Then they sat down aud talked about their plans, and built castles in tho air, after the fashion of lovers. "I wonder what papa will sayf observed Madge, idly twistlug her engagement ring round and round.

Brian frowned, and a dark look passed over his face. "I suppos© I must speak to him about it!** ho said at length, reluctantly. "Yes, of course!" she replied, lightly. "It is merely a formality still, one that must be observed." ••And where Is Mr. Frettlbyr asked Fitzgerald, rising. ••In the billiard room," she answered, as (the followed his example. "No!"1 she continued, as she saw her father step on to the veranda. "Here he is,"

to see Madge, and havo

«talk wi:%- Too-'' "Ah! W-* right."' said the other, patting hj« arm rotoxi hi* daughter* waist. "So tilt's what has brought tho- rows to jxmr

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half oa hoar's conversation." Brian seemed to bo making a violent effort. "Very well," he said, in a low voice: "I will stay." "And now," said Frettlby, in a brisk tone, as ho sat down, "the important question of dinner being settled, what is it you wan| to seems about} Your station}" "No!" answered Brian, leaning against the veranda post, while Madge slipped her hand through his arm, "I havo sold it." "Sold it!" echoed Frettlby, aghast. "What tor?" "I felt restless and wanted a change." "Ah! rolling stone," said tho millionaire, shaking his head, "gathers no moss, you tnow," "Stones don't roll of their own accord," replied Brian, in a gloomy tone. "They are impelled by a force over which they have no coutroL" "Ob, indeed!" said tho millionaire, in a joking tone. "And may I ask what is your propelling force?"

Brian looked at the old man's face with such a steady gaze that the latter's eyes dropped after an uneasy attempt to return it. "Well," he said impatiently, looking at the two tall young people standing before him, "what do you want to see mo about?" "Madgo has agreed to marry mo at once and I want your consent." "Impossible!" said Frettlby, curtly. "Tljcro is no such word as impossible," retorted Brian cooUy, thinking of the famous remark in "Richelieu." "Why should you refuse? I am rich now." "Pshaw!" said Frettlby, rising impatiently. "It's not money I'm thinking about—I've got enough for both of you but I cannot live without Madge." "Then come with us!" said the daughter, kissing him.

"Th»n come with xts!"

Her lover, however, did not second the invitation, but stood moodily twisting his tawny mustache, and staring out into the garden in an absent 6ort of way. "What do you say, FitzgeraldP said Frettlby, who was oyeing him kocnly. "Oh, delighted, of course," answered Brian confusedly. "In that caso," returned the other, coolly, "I will tell vou what wo will do. I have bought a steam yacht, and she will be ready for sea about tho ond of January. You will marry tny daughter at once, and go round Now, Zealand for your honeymoon. When you return, if I feci inclined, and you two turtle doves don't object, I will join yon, and wo will mako a tour of the world." "Oh, how delightful," cried Madge, clasping her hands. "I am so fond of tho ocean —with a companion, of courso," sho added, with a saucy glance at her lover.

Brian's faco had brightened considerably, for he was a born sailor, and a pleasing yachting voyage in the blue waters of the Pacific, with Madge as his companion, was, to his mind, as near paradiso as any mortal could get "And what is the name of tho yacht?" he asked,.with deep Interest. "Her name," repeated Mr. Frettlby, hastily. "Oh, a very ugly name, and which I intend to change. At present she is called tho Rosanna." "Rosanna!"

Brian and his betrothed both started at this, and tho former stared curiously at tho old man, wondering at the coincidence between the name of the yacht and that of the woman who died in the Melbourne slum.

Mr. Frettlby flushed a littlo when he saw Brian's eye fixed on him with an inquiring ga*e, and oroso with an embarrassed laugh. "You area pair of moonstruck lovers," he sold gayly, taking an arm of each and leading them into tho houso "but you forget dinner will soon be ready."

CHAPTER XXIIL

ACROSS THE WALNUTS AND THE WIXS. Mark Frettlby had an excellent cook, and his wines were irreproachable, so that Brian, in spite of his worries, was glad that he had accepted the invitation. The bright gloom of the silver, the glitter of glass and the perfume of flowers, all collected under the crimson glow of a pink globed lamp which hung from tho ceiling, could not but give him a pleasurable sensation.

On one side of tho dining room there were French windows opening onto the veranda, and beyond appeared the vivid green of the tree*, and the daatling colon of the flowers, somewhat tempered by the soft, ha*y glow of the twilight. Brian had made himself as respectable as possible, under the odd circumstances of dining in his riding drees, and cat next to Madge, contentedly sipping hi* wine and li^ aingto the p'nant chatter which was ,% on around .: Felix Rollcston was in great spirits, the mors so as Mrs. Roll an was at the farther end of the table, hic-^a from his view by an epergne of fruit and flowers. Julia Featherweight sat near Mr. Frettlby, and 1 1 to him so persistently that be wisL~i would become possessed of a dumb devil Dr. Chinstrmand Patersoo were seated on the ier side of tbe table, and tbe old colonist, v. „ose name was Yalpy, bad tbe post of honor on Mr. Ffetttby4* right hand. Tbe conversation bod turned onto tbe sabj~^, ever green r.nd fascinating, of politics, 1 Mr. Rol -on tbofight it a good opportunity to air his •lews os to tbe gcv—- "bqi of or' ny, and tosbow his•

her with and become a potner in tbe political world. "By Jovt», VOQ know," be Mid. with a wave of his

band, as tboogh bo were addressing a I asd all that sort of i-iofc, V* _Jt w. is a man like

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with"an amused smile to Rollcston's disquisitions. "Rather a c°od thing, too," observed Dr. Cbinston, dryly. "Genius would become too common." "Well, when I am Glectcd," said Felix, wbo had his own views, which modesty forbade him to publish, on tho subject of the coming colonial Disraeli, "I will probably form a party." "To advocate.whatf asked Patcrsou, curiously. "Oh, well, you sec," hesitated Felix, "I haven't drawn up a programme yet, so cant say at present." "Yes, you can hardly give a performance without a prograjmne," said tho doctor, taking a sip of v.- 'JIG, and then over}-body langhwl. "But you have never gone in for politics, Mr. Frettlby!" said Rolleston. "Who?—I—no," said the host, rousing himself out of tho brown study into which be had fallen. "I'm afraid I'm not sufficiently patriotic, and my business did not permit me." ',j- -1 "And now?"

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"Now," echoed Mr. Frettlby, glancing at his daughter, "I am going to travel." "The jolliest thing out," said Paterson, eagerly. "One never gets tired of seeing the queer things there are in tbe world." "I've seen queer enough things in Melbourne iu the early days," said the old colonist, with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "Oh!" cried Julia, putting her hands up to her ears, "don't tell me them, for I'm sure they're naughty "Wo weren't iv»u," said Old Valpy, with a senile chuckle. "Ah, then, we haven** jfcAHgw! much in that respect," retorted F»«ttlby, diyly. "You talk of your theatres now," went on Valpy, with the garrulousness of old age "why, you haven't got a dancer liko Rosanna."

Brian started on hearing this name again, and he felt Madge's cold hand touch his. "And who was Rosanna?" asked Felix, curiously, looking up. "A dancer and burlesque actress," replied Valpy, vivaciously nodding his old head. "Such a beauty: we were all mad about he* —such hair and eyes. You remember her, Frettlbyr "Yes," answered the host, in a curiosly|ry voice.

As tho conversation seemed to bo getting too much of the after dinner style, Madgo arose and all the other ladies followed her example. The ever polite Felix held tho door open for them, and received a bright smilo from his wife for what she considerod his brilliant talk at tho dinner table. Bri.-ut sat still and wondered why Frettlby changed color on hearing tho name—he supposed that the millionaire had been mixed up with tho actress and did not ccre about being reminded of his early indiscretions—and, after all, who does? "She was light n9 a fairy," said Valpy, with a wicked chuckle. "What became of her?" asked Brian, abruptly.

Mark Frettlby looked up suddenly as, Fitzgerald asked this question. "She went to England in 1S5S," said tho aged one. "I'm not qui to snro if it was July or August, but it was in 185Si" "You will excuse mo, Valpy, but I hardly think that theso reminiscences of a ballet dancer are amusing," said Frettlby, curtly, pouring himself out a glass of wine. "Let us drop the subject"

When a man expresses a wish at- his own table it is hardly the proper thing for any one to go contrary to ft, but Brian felt strongly inclined to pursue the conversation. Politeness, however, forbade him to make any further remark, and he consoled himself with tho reflection that, after dinner, he would ask old Valpy about tho ballet dancer whoso name caused Blkrlc Frettlby to exhibit such strong emotion. But, to bis annoyance?, when the gentlemen went into tho drawing room, Frettlby took tho old colonist of? to his study, where he sat with him the whole evening talking over old times.

CHAPTER XXIV. i" BRIAN RECEIVES A LETTER. Notwithstanding the hospitable invitation of Mr. Frettlby, Brian refused to stay at Yabba Yallook that night, but after saying good-by to Madge, mounted his horse and rodo slowly in the moonlight. He felt very happy as, letting the reins lie on his horse's neck, he gave himself up unreservedly to his thoughts. Atra Cura certainly did not sit behind the horseman on this night and Brian, to his surprise, found himself singing "Kitty of Coleraine," as he rodo along in the silver moonlight. Why should ho trouble himself about the crime of another? No! Ho had made a resolve, and intended to keep it ho would put this secret with which he had been intrusted behind his back, and would wander about the world with Madge and—her father. He felt a sudden chill come over him as he murmured the last words to himself—"her father." •Tin a fool," he said, impatiently, as ho gathered up tbe reins and spurred tho horse into a canter. "It can make no difference to me as long as Madgo remains Ignorant but to sit besido him, to eat with bim, to have him always present like a skeleton at a feast —God help me!"

He urged his horse into a gallop, and as he thundered over th(*turf, with the fresh, cool night wind blowing keenly against his face, be felt a sense of relief, as though he were leaving some dark specter behind. On he galloped, with tho blood throbbing in his young veins, over miles of plain, with the dark blue, star studded sky above, and the moon shining down on him. On—on—ever on, until bis own homestead apfiears, and be sees tbe star like light shining brightly in the distance—a long avenue of tall trees, over whose wavering shadows his horse thundered, and then tbe wide grassy space in front of tho house, with tbe clamorous barking of dogs. A groom roused by tbe clatter of hoofs up the avenue comes round tbe side of tbe house, and Brian leaps off his hone and flinging tbe reins to the man, walks into his own room. There he finds alighted lamp, brandy and soda on tbe table and a packet of letters and newspapers. He flung his hat on the sofa and opened tho ,! and door, so as to let in cool breeze, pouring himself out a --i.-ws of brandy and soda bo turned up tbe lamp and prepared to read his letters. The first be t^k up was from a lady. "Always a sho espondent for me," say* Isaac Disraeli, "prov !d she does not cross." Br' sot did cot -oss, but nc* wj- •, after read,t balf apajr' of small talk and scandal, be flung tbe letter tb t. •, tb t.:\ impatieot eolation. Ijco~. iei—rs v,t„9 principal, business ooes, but the bat one proved to be £r altoo,aad Fit.^-.nddopene! it with tier? 4 pj (V»on wi- vr, a-.vl ld» as bad dew dmr FiVj. r.i.: f- *1 -r—i

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numerous other poor devils, cooped up in this hot and dusty city. How I wish I were with you in tho land of Goshen, by tho rolling waters of the Murray, where everything is bright, and green, and unsophisticated— the two latter terms ore almost identical—instead of which my view is bounded by bricks and mortar, and the muddy waters of tho Yarra havo to do duty for your noble river. I suppose you still bold the secret which Rosanna Mooro intrusted you with—ah! you see I know her name, and why?—simply because, with tho natural curiosity of the human race, I have been trying to find out who murdered Oliver Whyts, and as The Argus very cleverly pointed out Rosanna Moore as Likely to be at the bottom of tho whole affair, I have been learning her past history. Tho secret of W byte's death, and the reason for it, is known to you, but you refuso, even in the interests of justice, to reveal it—why, I dont know but we all have our little faults, and from an amiable, though mistaken, sense of—shall I say duty?—you refuse to deliver up the man whose cowardly crime so nearly cost you your life? "After your departure from Melbourne every one said, 'The hansom cab tragedy is at an end, and the murderer will never bo discovered' I ventured to disagree with the wiseacros wbo made such a remark, and asked myself, 'Who was this woman who died at Mother Guttersnipo'sP Receiving no satisfactory answer from myself, I determined to find out, and took steps accordingly. In the first place, I learned from Roger Moreland, wbo, if you remember, was a witness against you at the trial, that Whyte and Rosanna Moore had come out to Sidney in tho John Elder about year ago as Mr. and Mrs. Whyta I need bardly say that they did not think ft needful to go through tho formality of marriage, as Pitch a tie mi^ht hjme been found inconvenient on some future occasion. Moreland knew nothing about ftosrrnrra Moore, and advised mo to giyo up the search, ns, coming from a efty like London, i't wonW bo difficult to find any ono who knew her there. NotwftfisCumffng this, I telegraphed home to a friend of mine, who is a bit of rrn amateur detectivry. "Find! out the nanronnd all about the woman whw left England irr thf John Elder on tlie 2Tstday of August, T$—. as tho wife of Oliver Wliyte.' Mirabile dictw, ho found out all' about her, and knowing,, as you do, what a maelstrom of humanity Lowdon is, you must ndmit my friend was clever. It appears, however that the task I set? liiiir to do was easier than ho expected, for the so called Mrs. Whyto was rather a notorious individual in her own way. She wm tr bur1 lesquo actress at tho Frivollty t'^entro in'London, and, being a very handsome woman,. Had been photographed innumerable times. Con1 sequontly when sho very foolishly went with JVhyte to choose a berth on-board tho bant, she was recognized by the clerk in tho ofUho* as Rosanna Moore, better known as MUSBICO of the Frivolity. Why sho ran away with Whyte I cannot tell you. "With rcfercnco to men understanding women I refer you to Balzac's remark nuont tho same PerhapsUu'sette got weary of St. John's Wood and cliampagno suppei*s, and longed for tho purer mr rf her nati vo land. Ah! you open your eyra at tb 5 latter statement—you aro surprised—no on second thoughts you are not becauso she to a! you herself that she v.*as a native of Syd'nev, and had gono homo in 1858. after a triumphant career of acting in Melbourne: And why did sho leave the applauding Melbourne public and tho flesh pots of Egypt?' You know this also. Sho ran away with a rich young squatter, with more money than morals, who happened to bo in Melbourne r.fr tbe timo. She seems to have had a weakness for running away. But wHy sho- clioso Whyte to go with this timo puzzles me. ETo was not rich, not particularly good' looking, had no position, and a bad temper: How lb I know all theso traits of Mr. Wliyto's chir^ aeter, morally and socially? Easily enough my omniscient friend found' them' all our. Mr. Oliver Whyte was tho son'of a Londbn tailor, and his father, being wcH'off, retired into private life, end ultimately went tho way of all flesh. His son, finding liimself with a capital income and a "pretty taste for amusement, cut the Bhop of his late lhmonted parent, found out thjit his family had' come over with the Conqueror*—Glanvilliv db Whyte helped to sow tho Bayeux tapestry, 1 suppose—and graduated at tho Frivolity theatre as a masher. In common, with, tho other gilded youth of the day, he worshiped at tho gas lit shrine of Musette, and the goddess, pleased with his incense, left her other admirers in tho lurch, and numway with fortunate Mr. Whyte. As far as this goes there is nothing to show why the murder was committed. Men do not perpetrate crimes for the sake of light o' loves liko Mjisetter, unless indeed some wretched youth embezzles money to buy his divinity jewelry. Tb» career of Musette in London was simply that of a clever member of the demi-monde,, and, as far as 1 can learn, no one was so much in lovo with her as to commit a crimo for her sake. So far, so good tho- motivo of tho crime must bo found in Australia. Whyte had spent nearly all his money in England, and consequently Musette1 and her lover arrived in 8ydney with comparatively little cash. However, with an Epfctrrean liko philosophy they enjoyed themselves on what little they had, and then came to Melbourne, where they stayed at a second rate hotel Musette, I may toll yoa. had onespecial vice, acomnlbnone—drink. She loved champagne, and drank a good deal of it. Consequently, on arriving in Melbourne, and finding that a new generation bad arison which knew not Joseph—I mean Musette—sho drowned her sorrow in the flowing bowl, and went out after a quarrel with Mr. Whyto to view Melbourne by night—a familiar aspect to her, no doubt What took her to little Bourke street I dont know. Perhaps she got lost perhaps it had been a favorito walk of hers in the old days at all events she was found dead drunk in unsavory locality by Sal Rawlins. I know this is so, because Sal told me so herself. Sal acted tbe part of the good Samaritan took her to tbe squalki den she called homo, and there Roaanna Mooro fell dangerously ilL Whyte, who had missed ber, found out where sho was and that she was too ill to be removed. I presume be was rather glad to get rid of such an encumbrance, so went bock to his lodgings at St. Hilda, which, judging from tbe landlady's story, he must have occupied for some time, white Rosanna Mooro was driiiknig herself to death in a quiet hotel. Still be not break off his connection with tho d^ ._g woman bat one night is murdered in a hansom cab, nrd that s.n ..ht Rosanna IT re apr*«*ran^», vynot act, b: ra ciy ?ig for Br Fitigend 1 it bis .Is him arcrt *vi»ich be wn :ru Tfc v.- 'Sr of this

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Moore prior to ber departure from Australia in 1858, and I am certain sooner or later to discover the secret which led to Whyte's murder. If there is any strong reason why it should be kept silent, I, perhaps, will come round to your view, and let the matter drop but if I have to find it oat myself, tho murderer of Oliver Whyto need expect no mercy at my bands. So think over what I have said. If I do not hear from you within the next week I will regard your decision as final, and pursue the search myself. "I am sure*, my dear Fitzgerald, yotl will find this letter too long, in spite of the interesting story it contains, so I will have pity on you and draw to a close. Remember me to Miss Frettlby and to ber father. With kind regards to yourself, I rem .in, yours wry truly. DUNCAN CAJLTON."

When FitzgeraM had riniibed the last of th® closely written- sheets, he let the letter fall from his hands, and, leaning back in his chair, stared into tie dawning light outside with a haggard face:. He arose after a few moments, and, pouriitg himself oat a glass of brandy, drank it feverishly. Then mechanically lighting a cigar, fee stepped out of the door into the fresh beauty of tbe dawn. There was a soft crimson glow in tho cast, which announced the approach' of the sun, and he coaki hear the chiroing of tbe awakening birds in tbe trees. But Brian did not see the marvelous breaking of the dkwn, but stood staring at the red light flaring in the east, and thinking of Caltoft's letter: "I can do'TBO more," bo said' bitterly, leaning his head' against the wall of the htwwi "Thero is only one way of stopping ChJtwi, and that is By tolling him' alii MIy poor Madge! My poor Madge!"

A soft wind arose, and rustlW among tho trees, and thero appeared givat shafts of crimson light in the east then witlii a strf den blaze, tho sun peered over thtrbrinvof the wide plain. Tho warm yellow rays* touched lightly tho comely bead of tho Wfcary man, end, turning round, ho held up his arms- to the great luminary, as though he wero afire worshiper. "I accept tho omen of tho da wn, vTia^wifaKl, "for her life and for mine." {To be Continued.)

STYLES IN WALKING STICKS^

The Most Popular Fiuhions and IlowTliey Aro Prepared for tho Market. Jnst now the English hazel tree sticks,.with their natural hoads done in silver to ropro* sent a natural growth, seem to be irttho ascttudant. It may be that the most prized'of acll sticks nro tho orange and lomonftf Those itr© imported chiefly from the WnstIndies, ttarcT, although they can be procured 'without difficulty in most any of tho retail shops, yoir lwally perfect specimens nro scarce and fetoh i'.wgo prices.

Tho orango stick is readily known by its iWHtrtiful green baric, with its flrio,. white longitudinal marking whilo tho lemon isdetected by the Symmetry of 'its proportion:.and! tho prominence end regularity' of its tombs. The Rajah cane is a favorite with many for its appearance and rigidity. Nut alone is it used as a walking stick, but is used largely for umbrella and parasol handles. China furnishes us with the Wlmngfteo canes, which am admired for tlio regularity of the joints. These joints nro the points where tho leaves givo off, and the canes are,, in fact, tho stems of a gigantic species of rrnss which is closely allied to tho bivraboo. Tho palin canes aro ungular and hiore or less flat aro of a brownish color, spotted ond quite straight, without either knob or hhndle. There aro tho leaf stocks of the datopalm. Algeria and Australia furnish us tho eucalypttis, wbero numerous species exist, forming largo forest treos, some growing to between 400 and 500 feot high. With old and conservative gentlemen the "inalacca joint' in and will bontinuo to bo a favorito stick. For tho groat majority of our natural sticks wo tcro indebted to the East and West Indies, China, Java, Singapore and Africa, from

Erich tho handsoino nnd scarco smoke wood1 caws come.

Besides the retil slicks of wood, or tfioso of vegetablo growth, a variety of other articlos, such as rhinoceros horn, whalebone,-, tortoise shell and other animal substanecj, nro mado ufeeof. On tho continent of Europo and especially in Hamburg, largo quantities of walking sticks are mado and aro imported in. an unfinished condition, and hero they are completely finished and mounted to suit tho tastes of purchasers. To the Germans wo are indebted for our loaded Ufo preservers and corded canes, whilo In the matter of tastefully mounted canes it is probable that Paris leads the world.

Many people wonder bow the handles of tbe sticks mado from hickory, malocca, hazel and a variety of other woods are curled, This is effected by tho application of heat. The workman Axes ono end of tho cane firmly in a vise and pours a- continuous stream- of fire from a gaspipo on tho part which.ift to'be bent. When sufficient beat has been applied tho cane is pulled gradually round until! the. book is formed it is then firmly seen rodlwith string, and, after on additional1 applloattcn of heat in the form of baking, the curl is permancntly fixed. The under part of titte hook, which is much charred by the action, of the gas, is rubbed down as much as possibla-and smoothed with sandpaper before polishing-.— New York Mail and Express.

One of Heller's AitonilMlqr THtete Heller's most astonishing tricks were usually a mixture of simplicity anil audacity. For instance, at ono or two of tbe second sight performances some one in the audience would produce book and challenge Miss Heller, who was on tbe stage with ber eyes bandaged, to tell its name. After a show of annoyance and an apparent endeavor to avoid tho test, Heller would ask bis sister, wbo would invariably tell tbe narno of tbe book correctly. Then, tbe conjurer would tell tho owner to stick a card at random be* twoen the pages and Miss Heller woald satis* factorily give tho number of the page at which tbe card was placed. Then Jcamo tho chief mystification. With ber back to tho audience, her err-bandaged. Miss Heller would coJ read few lines erf tbe book which was still bold by its owner, and tbe aui' ico would fairly roar its delight at tho mtu vj.

Tho explanation is any easy one. The own of tho book was a confedcr s, tho now*w*r tho page wns given by t~~JBS of tbe qu on code, and tbea Miss Heller woald calmly put on ber hip a copy of tho n» bor^r. r^rt-msly jdaeed in a secret recep^Jo in n-ton which sbe sat, and proceed to read off the subject matter, her eyes 1 nig ...v?, in such *o permit oL "uee

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If you have mado up your mind to buy flood's Sarsaparllla do not bo induced to tako any other. A Boston lady, whos&axample is worthy imitation, tells her experMmeo below:

In ono store wliero I wenttfcbuy IICKMI'S SonaporiUa tho clerk tried to Inditae mo buy Uieirown instead of Hood's ho told Ino their's wosld last longer that I might tukfrit ou ten

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Aiys* trial that If I did not liko it Ilneod not pay anything, etc. But he could nottprovail same to change. I told him I lihditaken Hoed's Sarsaparilla, know what It was, was satisfied with it, and did not want anyyothcr. Wlitn 1 began taking llood's Sarsaparilla li was feeling real miserablo with dyspepsia, ami so weak that at times 1 coulil Jmrilly

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stand. I looked like a person in consmnptiba. Hood's Sarsaparilla did mo so much goodl that I wonder at myself sometimes, and my friends frequently speak of t." Mlw. ELLA. A. GOFK, 01 Teri-aco Street, Doston*

Sarsaparilla

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AMBnggists and fane (ioods tkaleni EverywbiiN. BEWARE OF IMITATION*.

THE GREAT TRIAL.

Before the Bar of Eiilighteue« Judgment

A Voice from Connecticut

OFFICE OF A. SQUIRES fc SON, Wholesale Oyster and Provision Dealer*. Nos. S3 to 43 Market Street.

HARTPOUD, (Com*., Feb. 23, U887.

Gentlemen: Your me4iclnes am used to nuite an extent by tnanv of my frienda ana they give the best of satlsfaatlon In all cases. Yours truly,

ALVIIC SQUIRES.

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Tbe above letter, cowing from so wellknown and reliable a source, ft- ak* volumes yet it i» but one of th Maud* of similar ooinrnunications that are pouring upon U8 from all directions.

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Only $1.00 a bottle. For tale by your druggist, who, on application, will present you with a copy of our magnificent Formula Book, free.

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1762 Washihgton st, Boston, Mass*

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