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Q%' RIDDLE IN EGYPT. BY MARY SHAW. A dewolate, sun-scorched desert and thirsty dying palia; A py ru.nlmi, o brooding sphinx, a soft Egyptian ’ calm, On thoughts of love and wealth and pride, like I Cleopalra, she Now dreams the old dreams again in this land of | mystery. The old-time palm and pyramid, the sphinx beside the way, And the passions of that long-dead time stir our hearts to-day. The sands wherein the Christ child played cover the silent sphinx ; Waters which Javed His sacred feet the heathen Mahdi drinks. The gentle Christ and the Arab, to-day, dwellin our hearts, And now our loves, and now our hates, force us to play our parts. And life and love sweep onward past the sphinx and pyramid ; At last, as part of that sacred dust, their secrets we'll read. g SouTH KAUEAUNA, Wis.
The Precadilly Puzle, THE STORY OF A TERRIBLE EPISODE IN THE LIFE OF AN ENGLINH NOBLEMAN. S
CHAPTE 1 IX, THE MISSING LINK. Flip, having a wonderfully tenacious memory, did not forget the conversation he had overheard between Myles and Miss Penfold; so, going to his patron’s office, he repeated it in due course to Dowker. The result was that the detective became much exercised in his mind over the whole affair. He could not understand Desmond’s refusal to te' 1 the name of the woman he saw on the night of the murder. True, Desmond denied it was Lena Sarschine, but then his denial went for notbing, as he would do so to save himself from suspicion. Mrs. Povy said Lena Sarschine had been there between 11 and 12, and it was unlikely she would e wrong, seeing how well acquainted she was with the appearance of the dead woman. DBu! then, jud.ing from the drift of Desmond’s remarks, his refusal to spenk was aictated by a desite to screen the honor of a woman. “You see this?” asked Dowker, showing Flip the dagger he had abstracted irom Cleopura Villa, Flp intimated by a vigorous nod of his head that he did. “I've got an Ide:,” explained Dowker, smoothly, “that a dagger very simiar to this is to be found in the possession of Mr. Myle: Desmond, the gentleman you saw to-day, «o I want you by some means to get into his rooms and find out if it’s there.” Flip screwed his face intoa look of profound thought and then smiled in a - satisfied manner. “I'll do it, guv’nor,” he said, sagaciously. “How?"” asked Dowker, curious to learn how this juvenile detective proposed to deal with the problem. “I'll doss on his doorstep to-night,” said liip, “and when he comes 'ome do a ‘perish’ —you knows"—in an explanatory tone—"say I'm dyin’ for victuals—’¢’ll take me Inside, and when I gits there you leave me alone, guv'nor, I'm fly!” “Well, you can manage it as you please.” siid Dowker. “But don't you prick yourself with it, as it's poisoned, and Fiip, if yvon bring me that dagger without him knowing about it, I'll give you half a sov.” “Done, guv'nor,” said Flip, joyfully, and, bidding adiem to his pa‘ron, went off to get something to eat and prepare his plan of action. It was now -about six o’clock and very dark, the sky being overcast with clouds. Soon it began to rain steadily and the streets became sloppy and dismil. Flip drew his rags round him, shivered a little in a professional manner, and then going off to a cook-shop he patronized in Drury Lane, had a hunch of bread and a steaming cup of coffee for-a small sum. Being thus prepared for his work Flip wiped his mouth, and, sallying forth into the dirty lane, took his way up to Bloomsbury, combining business with pleasure by begging on the road. Turning into Primrose Crescent he soon found the house he wanted, and, curling himself on the doorstep, waited patiently for chance to deliver Myles into his designing hands. The rain continued to pour down steadily, and as it was now dark Flip could see the windows all along the street being lichted up. The gas-lamps also shone brightly tarough the rain, and were reflected in dull, blurred splashes on the pavements. Occasionally a gentleman would hurry past with his umbrella up, and a ragged tramp would slouch along singing a dismal ditty. It was dreary waiting, but Flip was used to such times, and sat quite contented, thinking how he could lay out his promised half sovereign to the best advantrge, till his quick ear caught the sound of footsteps inside. This was his cue, so he immediately lay down on the wet stones and commenced to moan dismally. Myles opened the door and would have stumbled over him, for he was right in front of the entrance after the fashion of the clown in the pantomime, only he caught sight of him in time. “Hullo,” said Myles, crossly, “what the deuce is the matter?” Flip made no reply to this, but groaned with renewed vigor, upon which Desmond, who was a kind-heartel man, bent down and touched the ragged little figure. “Are you ill?” he asked, gently. “Oh, Lor'—awful—my insides,” groaned Flip, pressing his dirty hands on his stomach. “Amn’t had a bit for days.” Myles wus doubtful as to the genuineness of this case, as he knew how deceptive tramps are, but as the poor lad did seem in pain and it was raining heavily he determined to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Can you rise?” he asked, sharply. “It ‘ 80, get up and cou.e inside. Tl'll give you something to do you good.” | With many groans and asseverations of | extreme prin Flip struggled to his feet, | and aided by Myles went inside, up the | stairs and was at last safely deposited on I the hearthrug in front of the fire, where | he lay and groaned with great dramatic i effect, . G “I’ll give you some hot port wine,” said Myles, going to the sideboard and taking out a glass and a bottle, “so I'll have to go downstairs and get some hot water—you wait here.” Flip groaned again and gyrated on the floor like a young eel; but when the door had closed behind his benetactor, he sprang to his feet and took a survey of the room. B was o Jarge and lofty apartment,
with a pair of folding-doors on one side, | which being half open showed Flip that | the other voom was a bedroom. | There was a sideboard in the sittingroom, and near this a writing-table, toward which ¥lip darted and commenced to turn ovar the papers rapidly with the | idea of finding the dagger hidden underneath, | Nothing, however, rewarded his efforts, | and though he looked into the sideboard, ! examined the bookcase and lifted up the covers of the chairs, he found no sign of | the weapo . : i “Must be in the bedroom,” thought Flip, | scratching his head in perplexity and | wondering how he could get in, when suddenly it occurred to him that he had | not examined the mantel-piece. ! There was not a moment to be lost, as | Myles might return at any moment, so in | a second Flip scrambled up on a chair, | and wus eagerly looking among the orna- I ments on the mantel-piece. ! There was a mirror framed in tarnished gold, and infront of this a tawdry French clock under a glass shade, two Dresden china figures simpering at one another, and two tall green vases at each end.\ Flip saw nothing of what he wanted till | he peered into one of these vases, where l he saw something looking like steel, and ' drew forth a slender shining blade with no handle, | “Wonder if this is what the guv'nor | wants?” he said to himself, turning it over gingerly; “’taint got no 'andle.” He thought for « moment, and then, as ’ he had been so lucky with one vase looked | into the other, and found a cross handle, He joined the two and they fitted perfectly. Being certain this was what Dowker wanted, he was thinking how he could l take it, when he heard Myles ascending the stairs. Jumping down he hid the broken blade and the handle securely among his rags, being very careful not to I prick himself as he remembered Dowker’s warning about the poison, then he lay down upon the hearth-rug again, and was groaning painfully when myles entered with the hot water. “Feeling bad?” asked Myles, sympathetically, pouring out somefport wine. “Awful!” groaned Flip, with a feeling of compunction at the treacherous part l he was playing. “It's cold, I think—weak with 'unger.” “Here, drink this,” said Desmond, sitting down beside him, and giving him the steaming tumbler. “It will do you | good.” i “Thanks, guv'nor,”said Flip, gratefully, fecling if the broken blade was all sass, “it "ull warm me up.” Desmond lighted his pipe and sat watching the ragged little arab drinking the hot wine. never thinking for a mo-l ment that he was nourishing a viper—a | viper that would turn "and sting him. | Homnest himself, he never suspected | wrong-doing in others, and while suc- | coring this outeast he did not know he was doing an evil thing for himself. After Klip had finished the wine, he declared he felt better, and, with many asseverations of gratitade, took leave of his benefactor. ‘ “Poor little devil!” said Desmond, as he closed the door, and saw the ragged little urchin scudding away in the darknsss, “he seemed very bad—well, I've done one good action, -so perhps it will bring me a reward.” | It did, and the reward was that next morning Myles Desmond, of Bloomsbury, journalist, wes arrested for the murder of Lena Sarschune, CHAPTER X. ANOTHER COMPLICATION. Thot.gh he had arrested Myles Desmond, Dowker was by ne means certain that he had got a hold of the right man. Judging from the conversation reported by Flip, Desmond himself appeared to have strong suspicions about Calliston, and Dowker in his own mind became convinced that there was some connection between the elopement of Lady Balscombe and the murder of Lena Sarschine, He wanted to tind out the name of the woman who *visited Lady Balscombe on the night of the murder, for a sudden thought "had presented itself that this unknown visitor might have been Lena Sarschine. But the idea seemed absurd, for a woman of such a character could hardly have the audacity to visit Ladv Balscombe. “And yet,” pondered Dowker, “I don’t know—these two women both loved the same man, and a free-lance like Lena Sarshine would not hesitate for a moment in slanging any woman who took her man away—but why did not Lady Balscombe kick up a row and order her to leave the house? I'm hanged if I can get to the bottom of this!” At length Dowker decided that the best thing to be done would be to find out from some servant of the DBalscombe household all that took place subsequent to Lady Balscombe's departure. lirst, however, he decided on seeing Lydia Fenny and tinding out if Lena Sarschine had let fall any hint of calling on her rival. Lydia Fenny received the detective eagerly, as she evidently loved her mistress and wanted to do ull in her power to further the ends of justice. As there was no time to be lost, Dowker plunged at once into the subject matter of his visit. “Did Miss Sarschine state, on the night of her murder, where she vas going?” he asked. "Yes,” replied Lydia; “as I told you before, she said she was going to Lord Calliston’s rooms.” : “Nowhere else?” “Not to my knowledge.” “Humph! she did not make any remark that would lead you to believe she was going to Lady Ralscombe’s?” “Lady Balscombe’s!” echoed Lydia in astonishment; “why, what would she want to do there?” “1 don’t know, but I think she was there on that night.” And Dowker detailed to Liyd a the conversation overheard by Flip, at the conclusion of which she said: “I suppose you want to find out from the servants if Miss Sarsehine was there?” “Yes; do you know any of the servants?” “One—l Lady Balscombe’s maid—Annie Lifford.” “Oh!” said Dowker, in a satisfied tone. “Can vou ask her to come along here and see you? I can find out all I want to know from her.” “I daresay I can get her to come here | to-day, as her mistress being away she can not be busy-” : l “Good!” replied the detective. “Send | for her at onge. I will wait here.” i “Very we 1,” said Lydia, and was leavi ing the room when Dowker called her | back. “Could you let me see your mistress’ private desk?” he asked. Lydia looked at him doubtfully. “I don’t know if 1 ought to let you see her private papers.” { Dowker laughed in a subdued manner. | “Why not?” he said lightly; “she is dead, and we want to tind out who killed her; looking at her papers can not do any harm and may save the life of an innocent man.” Lydia Fenny hesitatel no longer, but | leading the detective to the end of the drawing-roomshowed him a recess wherein was placed a very bandsome desk of
| the ordinary office character. Dowker tried ' some of the drawers. “Locked,” he said quietly, “Have you the keys?” “No, she had them with her.” ' Dewker made up his mind to commit a | burglary. | “Bring me a chisel.” . “At once,” replied Lydia I'enny, going; “and I'll also send for Annie Lifford.” She left the room, and Dowker, sitting . down in front of the desk, examined it ' carefully. It was one of those table desks - with a knee-hole in the center and a row . of drawers on each side. At the back were ' a number of pigeon-holes containing pa- . pers, and these Dowker examined, but | fonnd nothing mere than bills and blank sheets of paper. | “Whatever private papers she’s had,” ' said Dowker, on discovering this, “are in | these drawers.” l Lydia Fenuny arrived with a chisel and a i small hammer, both of which she handed to Dowker, telling him at the same time she had sent for Annie Li.ford. Dowker nodded carelessly and began to force open the drawers. \ Afterhalf an hour's hard work this was i the result of his labors: First, a bundle of old letters addressed ' to “Miss Helena Dicksfall, Post Office, i Folkestone,” signed F. Carrill. i Second, a photograph of a handsome, white-haired old mun, on the back of | which wns written, “Your loving tfather, Michael Dickstall.” t Third, a photograph of IL.ena Sarschine, | taken in a white dress, with a tennis racket in her hand. Dowker examined the photographs carel fully and then coolly read all the letters, of which there were about ten. After l doing this he turned to Lydia Fenny, who had been watching him all the time, and | said: “I can read a whole story in this, The name of your mistress was not Lena Sarschine, but Helena D‘ckstall. She lived at Folkes'one with her father, Captain Michael Diciksfall, and lady she ecalls Amelia, whom I take to be her sister. Lord Calliston went down to Folkestone, saw her, and fell in love. All these letl tars show how he conducted his intrigue, which he did under the nmame of Frank Carrill. He loved Miss Dicksfall, Lut did not wish to marry her. At last he persuaded her to run away with him, and at ‘ last she did so. Ashamed of her position, i she changed her name to L.ena Sarschine so as to conceal her iden ity. The portrait of the old gentleman is that of her father, Michael Dicksfall, and this one is herself.” Lydia Fenny listened in silent amnzel ment to the way in which he had pieced | the story together, and then taking the | portraits in her hand she looked at them \ long and earnestiy. | | “Ye,” she said at length, laying down the photographs with a sigh. “Itis Miss sargchine, but it must have been taken some time ago, for I never saw her in that dress, and I have been with her for about a Year. Dowker was about to make a reply, when the door opened and a woman en- | tered. Tall, thin, with a pale face, dark i hair, and an aggressive manner, dressed in a green dress, snd bonnet to match, “Oh!" observed Lydia on seeing her, “is this you, Annie?” ’ Dowker looked sharply at the new- { comer, whom he now knew to be Lady Balscombe's maid, and ~he returped his gaze with a look of suspicion. *Well, sir,” she said at length, in a { rather harsh voice, “I hope you'll know me /gain. ' Dawker Imwhod, and Lydia hastened to introduce him to Miss Lifford, who, being an extremely self-possessed young } person, took the introduction very calm--Iv, though she manifested some surprise when she heard Mr. Dowker's ¢alling. l “This gentleman,” said Lydia, when they were all seated, “wants to ask you a few questions.” “And for what?” asked Miss Lifford, indignantly. “my character 1 hope being above policemen’s prying.” ’ “I'm not a policeman,” explained Dowker, smoothly, *but a detective, and I { want to know all that took place on the ! night your mistress e oped.” “Are you employved by Sir Rupert?” asked Annie, grandly: “because, though I knows they fought bitter, yet wild bulls i\\'ou't drag anything out of me against { my mistress, she being a good one to | me.” } “I don’t want vou to say anything | against your mi-tress,” replied Dowker, f mildly; “but I am invetigating this case of murder.” | “Murder!” echoed Miss Lifford, in a s scared tone. “Who is murdered —not Lady | Balscombe?” ‘ “No,” said Lydia, bursting into tears, “but my poor mistress, Miss Sarschine.” l =A person of no repute,” sniffed Annie, coldly. } = Leave her alone,” said Lydia passionately. “She’s dead, poor soul, and, even if she was not married, she was better than Lady Balscombe, carrying on with Lord Calliston.” “Oh, indeed, miss!” said Annie, rising indignantly. “This is a plot, is it, to mix up Lady Baiscombe with your mistress? I won't have anything to do with it Dowker caught her wrist as she arose and forced her back into her chair. “You'll answer what I want to know,” he said sternly, “or it will be the worse for yourself.” Upon this Miss Lifford began to weep, and demanded if she was a slave or a British female. to be thus badgered and assaulted by a policeman. At last, afier some difficulty, Dowker succeeded in i making her understand that what he wanted to know was not detrimental to her mistress, upon which she said she would tell him what he required. So i Dowker produced his note-book and pre--1 pared to take down Miss Lifford’s evi- | dence. [TO BE CONTINUED.] The Bible. ' Do ‘you know a book that you are | willing to put under your head for a pillow when you are dying? Very | well; that is the book you want to | study when you are living. There is | but one such book in the world. For one, I have made up my mind | not to put under my head when I lie | dving anything written by Voltaire, [ or Strauss, or Parker. We are toc scientifically careful when we choose a | book for a dying pillow. If you can - | tell me what you want for a dying pil- ] low, I will tell yon what you want for a "I pillar of fire in life—that is the Bible, spiritually and scientifically understood by being transmuted into deeds. | Sentiment is worth nothing until it ! becomes principle, and principle is ; { worth nothing until it becomes action. | e j Good and Bad Luck. t i Born on Monday, fair in the face; Born on Tnesday, full of God’s grace, t Born on Wednesday, the best to be had, ) Born on Thursday, merry and glad. J Born on Friday, worthily given; B Born on Saturday, work hard for a living; f 1 Born on Sunday, skall never know waat.,
A ( WASHINGTON LETTER. A BUDGET OF GOSSIP FROM THE NATION'S CAPITAL, Enlarging the National Museum Building—A Tribute to Ex-Speaker Randall— Ingalls’ Estimate of Allison—Republicans Agree Upon a Policy on the Silver Question. [SPECTAL: CORRESPONDENCE.] WASHINGTON, April 21, 1890. Perhaps the Ceath of no statesman has so stirred the heart of the W ashington - public as the demise of Hon. Samuel J. \ Randall, after a continued service iu the House of Representatives for thirly years. He was the most conspicuous fig- | ure on the floors of Congress for more than twenty years, and was the acknowladged leader of his party upon the floor. It is said of him that he was a mun of most wonderful relf-control and iron will. This was displayed to a large de- | gree during the last Congress, when almost his solid party was arrayed against him on the tariff question, and notwithstanding the gigantic etiorts of the whole administration to bring him over. Only future Listory will tell the almost super- | human straggles Mr. Randall endured | during this period, and of the disappo ntments brought upon him by his own party administration,unwilling as it was to heap them upon him. His judgment upon all questions was only formed after mature deliberation, and a position once taken no power on earth could change. Representative Roger Q. Mills, one of the strongest opponents in the last Congress of Randall’s tariftf ideas, thus feelingly and earnestly speaks of the deceased statesman: “Os unimpeachable integrity amd a natural born leader. He had more of the elements of leadership than any man I ever came in contact with. Nothing but his views on the tariff could have prevented him from being the leader of the Democratic party. If it ‘had not been for that he would have been nominated for President in 1876, and,” said Mr. Mills, with emphasis, “he would have been elected and seated, for he would have asserted his rights. But when he believed his opinions were right he would never change them, no matter what might happen. When our tariff bill was np I pleaded with him, urged and begeced him to make some concessions and compromise, but he believed he was right and counld not be moved. When his whole party, except Sowden and one or two others, came over he still held out and |. would not move. That was the only thing in which we differed.” » 3 » Unless the Honse of Representatives concludes to disagree with the actio of the Senate, the great National Museum builaing will be doubled in size, a bill appropriating $500,000 for thit purpose having passed the latter body. This addition gives fiffeen more exhibition halls and un available floor space of 200,000 square feet. The lack of room at the present time is a serious drawback torone of the grandest institniions of the kind in the world. No visitor leaves Washington without seeing the magnificent collection here. It contains object lessons in natural history dating backward for a thousand yeirs, and once seen 18 never forgotten. - * There is a disposition rapidly growing in the Senate to change the rules governing debates. There are two reasons why such a proposition will find favor in the eves of the Senators themselves and the | country at large. The proposed change is to limit the time allowed for debate on each question. As it now is discussions, sometimes on trivial questions, lun onfor days. Beyvond this, these discussions are confined to half a dozen Senators on each side of the chamber., There seems to be a recognition or assent to the saying that a Senater is. to “say nothing, but saw wood,” until he has served two or more terms. But fewmen have had the daring l to break this rule. Indee!, Turpie, ot Indiana, and Spooner, of Wisconsin, are the only ones 1 can call to mind who have had the audacity to trample on this precedent with impunity and afterward main- I tain their position. So that a rule limiting the time of debate on all questions will be hailed with delight by the younger branch of Senators, and they are ly far in the majority. . * % A prominent man in public life who is making remarkably little noise this session is Allison, of lowa. Many of his frieads and a good many who are not particularly friendly to him are wondering what 1s keeping him so quiet. But this reminds me that there is a saying in Washington that you can’t tell very much what Allison is doing by what he says about it. He is one of the closest but most effective workersin Congress. Some years ago an important piece of legislatjon came up before the Senate which Ingalls had determined to oppose. The measure passed and then it came to light that Allison had engineered the whole thing through. Irank G. Carpenter, an old newspaper correspondent, in un interview with Ingalls esked him what he thought of Allison. “He’s the slickest man in the Senate,” replied Ingalls; “you could put his two hundred pounds into hob-nailed clogs and drive at a ten-mile pace over a corduroy road and he wouldn’t make as much noise as atomcat slipping across a Turkish carpet after & canary bird.” **:& The proposition of Mr. Wanomaker to have the Government take charge of the telegraph service of the country is securing the unqualified in.orsement of hundreds of lator organizations throughout | | the country as well as an immense number of country newspepers. The Postmaster General’s personal mail is a sight to look at, being lirger than any of the other Cabinet offices, He keeps a clerk for no other purpose than to open and dispose of letters and newspapers containing matter relating to the Government telegraph system. Without attempting to discuss the feasibility of Mr. Wanamaker's plan, it is at all events | seemingly a mwost 1»(;pular one. g ok Representative Mudd, the successful | contestant in the case of Mudd vs. Comp- | ton for a seat in Congress from a Maryland district, is already becoming ini- | tiated into the trials and tribulations of , | his new position. A coppersmith_from Mudd’s district, recently discharge® from | the Navy Department, appealed to him for reinstatement. Receiving a discour- | aging reply he began to abuse the mem- | ber most unmercifully. Mudd “hauled -1 off,” as it were, and struck at him, but the blow fell short, when they both | clinched, and for a few minutes had a | razzle-dazzle, rough and tumble sort of a ‘ time. The amusement was interrupted | by the Capitol police. ; P j Several prominent Congressmen who | have been sending omnt printed copies of speeches are much troubled over various and sundry squibs, appe%ring_ in opposition papers, intimating that the speeches were never delivered, but simply ordered printed. A few years ago it was the custom of a member to rise in his seat and state that he had a few remarks which he desired printed in the record, and it was
so ordered. This practice was so avsurd that during the Forty-ninth Congress the rule was abrogated, and now nothing can go into the record that is not publicly proclaimed in open session. Thereforo the statement that speeches are printed and sent out without being delivered is calculated to deceive the de.r constituent. *** Notwithstanding that Washington City is over one hundred years old and has almost two hundred thousand inhabitants, her first experience in the way of cable street-cars dates from last week. During the first day over 15,000 people were carried up and down Seventh street, and the pavements on both sides were crowded with as many thousands more all the afternoon. 'The cable-cars proved as much of a cur.osity as a circus in a Nebraska | village. : A a The salary and “allowsnce division of : the Postoffice Department is now engaged in the readjustment of the salaries | . of Postmasters throncehout the country |. for the coming year, These salaries are | enfarged or reduced according to the in- |. crease or diminution of the receipts of the office for the fiscal year. Examinations thus far made indicate an increase in an astonishingly large per cent. of the cffices, especially in* the Western States. l "N . The celebrated Neagle habeas corpus case from California has been finally disposed of by the United States Supreme Court. The judgment of the Circuit Court holding that the killing of Judge | Terry by Marshal Neagle was performed while in the line of duty, and that therefore he eould not be he!d punishable for the act, was affirmed. The case was vig- ' orously contested by the ablest counsel on both sides. A lengthy opinion was rendered by Justice Eliller. ‘ The District of Columbia enjoys the undisputed po:session of about seventy- | five thousand colored people. On| Wednesday last at least half of this num- | ber dressed up in their best suit of clothes and joined in a grand parade and cele- | bration in honor of Emancipation Day. | The gaudy uniforms of colored mil tia and numberless brass bands had entire possession of the city, Indeed, white faces on Pennsylvania avenue from sun- ‘ rise to sunset on the great negro holiday | were few and far bes‘ween. ( * The War Departme"ht has been notified that war is likely to break out at ay time between the (Cheyenne Indians in Montana | ‘and the settlers. The agent has tele- | graphed the Secretary that there is great danger of a bloody outbreak, and calls for troops to aid in suppressing it. Secretary Proctor annonnces that the policy of his department shall be so rigid toward outbreaking tribes of Indians that he hopes to px“ft an end to Indian wars forever, but, at the same time, he will accord full protection in all their rights. * The House (‘omxfiit*tee on Printing has authorized a favorable report on a resolution to publish 10,000 copies of a compilation of the inaugural addresses of the Presidents of the United States from George Washington to Benjamin Harrison, inclusive, for the first century of Presidential inaugurations, with authenticated incidents connected therewith, biographical sketches of the Presidents from official sources, together with steel plate portraits of the Presidents, steelplate illustrations of the Capitol and White House. This book will be a handsome addition to any library. * % The Senate Republican caucus committee, after a long and heated discussion, readhed the following conclusions on the silver question; 1. That the Secretary of the Treasury shall buy 4,500,000 ounces of silver bullion monthly and issue notes in payment for the same, the notes to be redeemable in bullion or lawful money, 2 That national banks shall be allowed to issue notes to the full par value of the bonds deposited to se-ure their redemption, which would adc 10 per cent. to the national bank currency. 3. That the hundred millions retained in the 'T'reasury for the redemption of treasury notes be put into circulation. A similar House commi .ee also met and agreed upon a policy not very difterent from the above. A long and exciting debate is expected to occur as soon as this subject is brought up for action in Congress. Jas. C. Mooby. | A Change of Venue. ‘ The Duluth (Minn.) Herald reports ~a laughable incident as occurring in a | justice’s court in the backwoods of that section. Court was held in a lumberman’s shack, in the bunks of whieh a number of woodsmen were reposing, l interested spectators of the proceedings. The Judge was a young man of mild aspect, with red hair and mustache, who nervously arranged matters for the trial. There were no attorneys, both plaintiff and defendant acting for | themselves. After a painful silence the defendant arose. He was minus coat and vest, being attired in a gayly fringed and ornamented buckskin shirt | and striped flannel pants. Said he: ! “Yer Honor, I want a change of veenyou in this hyar case.” “Why?” blandly inquired the Judge. “Well,” was the blunt reply, “the Jedge in the other place is, T ¢’sider, a leetle better posted on l‘g.w than ye be.” This was hitting the' Judge in a tender spot. His breath came hard for a few minutes, ' but maintaining his dignity with great effort he gave the defendant to understand that his reason was not sufficient. “Well, then. I b'lieve you're prejudiced agin me,” said he of the buckskin garment, “and I demand my rights as an American citizen. I want a show in this case and I know I can’t get it in this here court.” This settled the matter. The Court granted the change of venue, and the defendant signalized this success by inviting the whole courthouse out to take a “snifter.” An Acute Sense of Smell. A well-known blind man records that he said one morning to a workman: “You have had a red herring for breakfast, you have smoked a pipe of tobacco, and you have just lighted a fire.” As the man had carefully washed himself after lighting the fire and eating breakfast, the blind man’s sense of smell must have been acute,to detect all three odors in succession. “You have had fish here,” said this same blind man to a clerk on entering a store. The clerk said that they had not, but on the blind man insisting that there was the smell of fish in the store, the clerk remembered that a lady had been in to pay a bill who lived in a l house next door to a fish dealer’s stand. THosE fellows who dote on their girls sometimes find matrimony a powerful antidote.
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