Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 19, Number 16, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 October 1888 — Page 7

FAIRIES* WASHING.

lager and glad to (to bouae she ran. With a smile on her upturned face "You never can goeaa what I've found, mamma,

O. tbouaaoda of bits of laos!

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1 wanted to ehov It to yon." She opened her hand—o, the sorrowful face! There was onljr a drop of dew. —WldeAwaka

THE LAST TOURNAMENT.

All my life It has seemed to me that there never was so delightful a room as the big dining room at Woodstock. It was a long, narrow room, with narrow slits of windows, so shaded on one side by the black green cedar trees that grew up against It that the room was always naJi in shadow, but on the other side you had a view of the gray tops of the race stables, and just beyond rolling sweep of blue grass fields, with a cool, clear pond lying »n the midst like a shield of burnished silver. Within the whole end of the room almost was taken up by a hnge fircpiaco. with a broad, flagged hearth and a mantel shelf set high above all possible depredations of childish curiosity Into this great fire logs of hickory and maple would be piled, and it was the delight of my childhood to sit in the comor.a veritable Cindorella.and catch the sweet, pungent, smoke flavored juice that the fire stewed out of the wood. Over agaiimt tho opposite wall stood a long, low, mahogany sideboard, black with age, in the dusky mirror of whose polished wood the flames reflected themselves with strange and grotesque variations, now dying down to a tremulous glow in the black panel of a door, now catching a silvery radiance from the long lines of racing cups on the upper shelf or giving out prismatic gleams from the heavy glass decanters.

Oh, it was a pleasant enough room to sit in, especially in the twilight, when the gloaming peopled the room with tho fantastic shauows that dreams are made of. Likely as not, just as the fire died down and tho flames began to flicker into unsteady light, there would be a shuffling of feet in tho doorway, and an old negro man. with a kindly.whimsical face, would come in, smiling above the heavy "turn" of wood he was bringing to replenish the Are. It would be Jeff, who had been born on tho place, and to whom It belonged as much as to any of Its ostensible white owners, not by right of title deeds, but by right of pride and love In It.

Jeff's place In the family had long been a sinocuru. lie had ridden tho famous horses raised on tho place, whon he was a light weight jockey, aud In after years, vhen ho grew too heavy tor that, he was head groom and undiaputable authority on turf matters but above all, he had been Marso Phil's friend and companion In childhood and youth. He had nelped Marso Phil trap rabbits and train colts he went off with Marao Phil to the war, and when ho fell in that awful rush of ^valry at Fort Donelson it was Jeff who

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Well, ole Miss never thought of that without dropping an extra lump of sugar Into his •'toddy," or a little more "sperrits," for Jeff belongs to tho old regime and has no opinion of the new fangled temperance notions. "Dey ain't no senso In hit," ho always argue®, "for what does the good book say? 'Take a little for de stomach's sake,' en I lay folks is built des do satno way now dey wux den. Deys got de ve'y same kind of stomachs, en dey need comfortin' powerfully sometimes."

It was fast growing dark one winter evening, I remember, when Jeff came in witli his armful of wood, which he do-

in the wood box, and then stood mlng against the mantel, negro fashion, with his Toot on the burning logs. Somehow his ragged clothes with tnoir incongruous patches fell about him picturosquoiy, uis knotty old black hands hung Idly by his side, and tho flames leaping up showed his faro sharpoly outlined against the white wall, as still and immovable as If it was carved in bronxe. But tho face was full of tho wistful longings and memories of old age, the pathetic look that comes to those who dwell In the past and for whom tho future has neither hope nor

promise. Presently he went over to the sideboard and began touching, one by one, tho long rows of silver cups and goblets —the trophlos ho had helped to win. They were his fetiches, the vtslblo Idols that represented all the happy past, and ho did not need the Inscriptions, at best I meaningless scrawls to him, to tell him on what rsco course or at what fair Frax-

Inella or Miss WUkins, or Autocrat or Surprise had won one or another of them, ami he knew well enough that the thuo Lad been when each of these silver cups Represented fortunes staked on the speed and endurance of ahorse. It was nothing worth remembering, those r-ues when they ran four mile heats, and It look all the nerve and endurance of rider 4^nd horse to win. There was the cup hat was given when Fraxinella won the raw at Nach©*, when she ran twenty jfhilos at one race—the beat two out of ^hreo-—1with two dead boats.

And then there were the Crev $ and Wagner cup*—Jeff chuckled auuy to himself as he touched them "We won dem at Nashville, honey," he ^Kftld aloud "we'd done entered Crevasse and Wagner for do three mile race, en dee ea me and Mane PliU wux startin ole marster call out: "Boys, win a race or kill a hoas.' Well, Marthy Dunn en Invincible wu* de fns favrites, and we run our bosses agin em, me a "rMin, en we won bof races, but Wagner dr ped under mo jeea ex got under do string. Ton know dat hoss know what* spected of him en be a'n't gwine to spint nobody. Des den

Mars* Phil come up en say? 'Fbre Gord. Phil,what you reckon old tr-.—-r"a »to say?' Ro he spon: 'He'sl id to sav we beyed him We'se woo a race en killed a hosa.

After a bit Jeff turned, so that the II might fall a little fuller on H—a *l swerUko pitcher, t* with its atten it -oUleU. aJwajr*8& 1 In the center os :Ii® ideboard, ami that no one ever moved. tniss dtt'' I ft bf If, with h. is at nevtr t_ t*w„.jeat their ^Js, ud no one eise, not erou JtelT. dawd to ach theta. Oh. 1 well it 0 florid laiXTiptiot- ~*id.: was „_if

Juea under the mass of scroll# and abesquo* earned on tl It the emlum that Mane Phi- utsa at _jlast »nd tooraassent ttey beM la thai rich, die, happy conn try before wmr s* •v«r it, and mad# a mm ats® a xvm earth for them. 1 knew as well as if as L.ai 1M was thinking of UJW OB —F* hat are a* much aepara«od ten

as if centuries instead of years rolled between. I knew he was remembering the ring be and Marse Phil laid off In the blue grass meadow, where Marse Phil practiced riding bare beck and without a bridle on the thoroughbred mare he had chosen for the purpose. Hound and round he would go. tilting at '"rings hanging from their support..-, and stringing th«mi on the long, slender tuiee he was to ase It was a pretty enough sight to see him practicing in the dewy mornings, both rider and horse with that indescribable thoroughbred look, dean cut. powerful, erect, with an ear and an eye like an Indian's, and a courage one instinctively felt would never falter. They would go to their death, if need be, with a rush. Jeff never forgot those mornings. Sometimes he would time them, sometinSos ole marseter, sometimes pretty Polly. Marse Phil's cousin, would flutter down to the ring and stand there with the big stop watch in her hands, the daintiest judge that ever called time on a laggard rider. It was only when Polly was time keeper that the mare and her rider failed to get around in the twenty seconds prescribed by the tournament management for the race, and Jeff groaned In spirit when he thotjght of the possible effect of Polly's presence on the great day. "I lay Miss Polly's gwine to make Marso Phil lose dat race yit," he prophesied dismally.

The ring fn the meadow at Woodstock was but a prototype of many another in the neighborhood, for the tournament was to be a grand affair. The prize for the victor was a slender golden crown set with rubies, and he was to choose from among the county belles the one he would crown queen of love and beauty.

Finally the day arrived, such an October day as only comes to Tennessee and southern Kentucky, when the air is full of the blue haze of Indiam summer and the forests are like banks of opal, red and yellow, brown and green, a quivering mass of color in the autumn breeze, and the long white turnpikes curve between banks of golden red and purple Iron weeds. The fair grounds where the tournament was to be held was gay with music and bright with flags. The rich country people were coming In In heavily laden carriages, the booths where colored lemonade and Indigestible gingerbread was sold, or foats of skill or chance attempted, were in full swing of custom. Hostlers led blanketed and silky coated horses In and out the crowd, nurses In gay bandannas and white aprons scurried about with dazed and frightened children, every now and then the wind would bring a whiff of the savory barbecue being pre-

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ared nnder the superintendence of old In a trench under tho oaks, for a big dinner and dance was to finish off the day's festivities. It was a noisy, boisterous, good tiatured crowd, care free as they never were to be again.

Up at the amphitheatre the track was being sprinkled and rolled until it was hard and firm. Over at one sido was the flight of steps covered with white cloth that led to tho throne whero some fortunate youth was to load his sweetheart, and there In the presence of all his little world crown her queen of love and beauty.

It was as pretty and as picturesque a scene under the soft southern skies as one could well Imagine, and it would have been pathetic enough for all Its bravery If only one had known that thlfsouth had come to tho very last days of her hundred years of song and merry making, and that this was almost the last holidaying of a happy, caro free people.

But the band was beginning to play— what was It? "I'm dreaming now of Halite. sweet Hallie," it Is tho southern air, if we have one. Ah, many a night under the stars on the ovo of battle, or In the dim, gray dawn whon they sprang from half broken dreams of home to boot and saddle, when the band played "Listen to the Mocking Bird," did those gallant young fellows recall that day with a heartsick and homesick throb. The music throbbed out louder and louder through the vibrant air, tho grooms were leading the sleek coated thoroughbreds round and round the ring, the contestants were getting ready, only Marse Phil Is lingering for a few last words with Polly, who Is pinning on his breast a knot of whlto ana silver ribbon that looks brave enough against the black velvet and silver lace that somehow makes a good foil for his fresh young beauty and litho figure. "I am your knight, Polly," he is saying, "If win I crown you queen of love and beauty, and my wife," and audacity wins with pretty Polly, as humility never would, and she flushes a little under her clear dark skin as she answers— "If you win!"

Those were tho days when people read Scott instead of flowells and James, and when they believed, like Stevenson, that the finest hero is better for wearing a bit of purple, so when tho contestants in the tournament rode out they wow the old court dress. Most of them were descendants of the old knightly lines of England, and there may have been some indistinct Inherited consciousness of other tourneys and iousts that made this sport take such hold on their Imaginations, so thoy canc Ivanhoeand Boise Gilbert, and the U^k Knight and Sir Launcelot, and a host of others.

Presently the bugle called time and the first knight entered and saluted the audience that sat eager, breathless, attentive. Poor fellow, it was not long before he earned a real knighthood on the field of battle, when he rode with that same unfaltering and Immovable seat in tho saddle right Into the face of death and planted his colors on the enemy's smoking batteries. There was a murmur of recognition for him and his horse, for it was an an&ientfe that owned and wes keenly critical of good horse flesh, and then f' re a wild fanfare of nr.-'e. the d: ped the flag, and bom id rider were away una mad race. Only twenty secondi wf the sr st take the ten ti^jrs. Urging I-ir hooks, on his long, slender lance. Quick of eye, supple of wr fault! S IK must he lie or he L. Tt» iLe r.-i»r strings the ten glittering rings on his lance, hot on the third rw Am r« slips, a hit of inequality on _k. a touch too light or heavy on tho br #, no one knows what, but it is oso of tl unforeseen mishaps that turns tho ^rtnnes of the day, ter one at least, and as: rider leaves the ring ho fenowa ho is Seated tl was aright well worth meIng, beautiful horses and their gallant rii

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oostume. with his proud young figure drawn up to its fullest height and in his eyes that look of oourage, of determination, of victory. "Cose I knowed Marse Phil wux a handsome man," Jeff always said in speaking of that day, "but I never see dat look on his face agin till I see him ehargin up de hill on Black Bess in de fsoe of the cannon, wid his soad in one hand en de flag in de yuther. Hit mek me think bout de day of the tournament right away, en God knows hit warnt no time to be thinkin bout home den."

Well, it was only a moment Marse Phil sat there motionless on his horse, and then he and Black Bess were speeding around the ring as lightly and smoothly as a bird sweeps in circles. "God, how he rides!" a man exclaimed under his breath. "I wouldn't give that for Edwards' chances," with a contemptuous snap of the fingers but Jeff, who hiw heard, and who in the excitement has pushed his way up to the railing that shuts in the track, Jeff only groaned, for he has just caught sight of pretty Polly, her face white with suppressed anxiety, leaning far over from the grand stand, and he remembers what a hindrance her presence used to be at the practice in the blue grass meadow. "Marso Phil's des fool enough to lose de raco count of some foolishness bout her," he said to himself. He can only trust Marse Phil's eyes are elsewhere than on the grand stana. Already twice has he strung every ring on his lance. He has only once more to take with his unerring hand the ten more rings that proclaim him victor. There Is a moment's pause, and then, with the crash of the opening bans of music, Marse Phil Is away threading iiis lance through the rings it the marc'* best gait. A third of the way around! Half of the way around! Jeff brentb« easier. Morse Phil is oprlances so he loses his

poslte to tlx) grand stand when he glax *jp to meet Polly's eyes fixed on nlm, full of priflo and love and joy, he loses head a littlo. What wonder? poor fellow. It does not take a quarter of a second scarcely, but In that time Polly snatches off her arm a bracelet set thick with shining stones and throws It right before Black Bess' flying feet. Quick as the act is, it is nut quicker than love's intuition, wad in another instant Marse Phil has strung his trophy on the lance and is taking the last ring from tho hook. It was

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renty-oneseconds!"

Jeff stumbled away from tho scene dazed and Infuriated. He had so counted on success and Marso Phil had thrown it away In the very moment of victory for a woman's whim. He hung his head as he led Black Bess back to the stables, and when he heard the

Then there is that dread mystery to seamen, the Portuguese man of war, that strauge formation of maritime life, like a mass of jelly with its ventral fins extend lug In every direction, riding the heaviest bird, pols sea urchins, the humming bird fish, the

soas like a bird, and which sea folk say is a deadly poison to the touch the starfish.

phosphorescent jellyfish or glow worm of tho ocean, and other wonderful and startUngly colored mites of these waters be sides tiny caves and grottoes of white coral, where tho sponges, like dark forest*, are forever swaying with the endless motion of the tides, and where nestlo and hide sea fans, the rainbow fish, conches containing priceless pearls and such delicate elfs of the ocean as we of the land can only imagine through fairy lore or ritchery of dreams.—Edgar Wakein St. uouis Republic.

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But few people have an idea how large an lndu*trV re r.ted what may colWtiwlvle tori-: i. business. Belied i:itens p" :-r tig to their homes with .lawn and excises for th~*? wai-iugwiv*ss faii to notice tho swarm of KT», W THNT ilh .•» in AV: n* td-irg wi:h wwiiirfh n. tio-f.ps. *nch as r':vT, frrt' it mkibrt** 1i." I'Jr 7 a of the.MJ i-. n, b.. tbr iak

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Capt. Edwards' victory he laid his head down on the mare's neck and sobbed for disappointment. But Marso Phil had nono of tno signs of defeat about him as he made his way to where pretty Polly, as duskily red as a June rose, was awaiting his coming. What was it she was saying under covor of all the noise and confusion? "You won"

And Marso Phil in answer to the look in her eyes finishod the sentence "My Queen of Love and Beauty."

For the sake of beauty's eyes he had lost the prize, but the management of the tournament sent him, int recognition of his superb horsemanship, the slender, ewerlike pitcher that still stands on the sideboard at Woodstock. That was the last tournament. Before another golden autumn rolled around, tho tempest of war had broken over the land, ana the old south, the old, careless, idle, happy south had ceased to be.—Elizabeth M. Uumer in New Orleans Picayune.

Fish of the Bahamas.

The fish alone are remarkable in variety. Among them are the black fish, the porpoise, which seems to tumble about In all waters the shark, the deadly foe of the sailor the dolphin, in endless pursuit of the delicate flying fish which scuds through the air because it Is chased, and not because itenioys It, which same dolphin Is never cooked aboard a vessel unless a silver half dollar is put in the pot, for if the half dollar blackens then the dolphin Is full of poison from having sucked copper from ship bottoms the wnipray, like the flounder and with a tall llko a coachman's whip, sometimes ten feet long the jewfish, which is to these waters as the halibut of our northeast coast the yellow tailed snapper, gigantic turtles, the catfish, the groupa, striped snapper, bonlto, Spanish mackerel, angel fish, porkfish, houndfish, and suckIngfish.

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A CLAIM TO HUMANQBATlITUDEi

Charlotte Oorday, the sad-faced, tender hearted peasant girl of Normandy made great history by one desperate act!

Sickened by the saturnalia of the French revolution, and moved to des-

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ration a* Robespierre and Marat were the flower of France to the guillotine, she determined that she would put an end to Marat's bloody reign.

Marat had demanded two hundred thousand victims for the guillotine! He proposed to kill uflT the enemies of the Revolution to make it perpetual!

Horrible thought! No wonder it tired the blood of this patriotic peasant maid!

Gaining access to his closely guarded quarters by a subterfuge, she round him in his bath, even then inexorable and giving written directions for further slaughter!

He asked her the names of the inimical deputies who had taken refuge in Caen. She told him, and he wrote them down. "That is well! Before a week is over thev shall all be brought to the guillotine!'

At these words, Charlotte drew from her bosom the knife, and plunged it with supernatural force up to the hilt in the heart of Marat. "Come to me, my dear friend, come to me/' cried Marat and expired under the blow!

In the Corcoran gallery at Washington ing of Of is a famous painting of Charlotte, represented as behind the prison bars the day before her execution.

It is a thrilling, sad picture full of sorrow lor her suffering oountry, and of unconquerable bate for her country's enemies.

What a lesson in this tragic story! Two hundred, nay, five hundred thousand people would Marat have sacrificed to his unholy passion of power!

Methods are quite as murderous and inexorable as met:, and they number their victims by the millions

The page of history is full of murders by authoritiy and by mistaken ideas! In the practice of medicine alone how many hundreds of millions have been allowed to die and as many more killed by unjustifiable bigotry and bungling!

But the age is bettering. Men and methods are improving, A few years ago it was worth one's professional life to advise or permit the use of a proprietary medicine. To-day there are not two physicians in this country who do not regularly prescribe some form of proprietary remedy.

H. II. Werner famed all over the world as the discoverer of Warner's safe cure, began hunting up the remedies of the old Log Cabin days after long and patient research he succeeded in securing some of the most valuable among family records, and called them Warner's Log Cabin remedies—the simple preparations of roots, leaves, balsams, ana herbs which were the successful standbys of our grandmothers. These simple, old-fashioned sarsaparilla, hops and buchu, cough and consumption and other remedies have struok a popular chord and are in extraordinary demand all over tbe land. They are not the untried and imaginary remedies of some dabster chemist intent on making money, but the long-sought principles of the healing art which for generations kept our ancestors in perfect neaith, put forth for the good of humanity by one who is known all over the world as a philanthropist—a lover of his fellow man— whose name Is a guarantee of the highest standard of exoellence. v^Tb% preparations are of decided and Known influence ovor disease, and as in the hands of our grandmothers they raised up the sick, cured the lame, and bound up the wounds of death, so In their new form but olden power as Log Cabin remedies, they are sure to prove the "healing of the nations."

Corday did the world an incalculable service in ridding France of the bigoted and murderous Marat, just as this man is doing humanity a service by reintroducing to the world the simpler and better methods of our ancestors.

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