St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 19, Number 22, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 16 December 1893 — Page 2

THE LITTLE ARM-CHAIR. Nobody sits iu the little arm-chair; It stands in the corner dim ; But a white-haired mother gazing there And yearningly thinking of him ’ Sees through the dusk of the long ago The bloom of her boy’s sweet face. As he rocks to merrily to and Iro, With a laugh that cheers the place. Sometimes he holds a book in his hand, Sometimes a pencil and slate, And the lesson is hard to understand, And the figures hard to mate; But she sees the nod of his father’s head. So proud of the littlo son, And she hears the word so often said, “No fear for our little one.’’ They were wondering days, the dear sweet days When a child with suuy hair Was here to scold, to kiss and to praise, At her knee in the little chair. Ehe lost him back in the busy years When the great world caught the man, And Ua strode away past hopes and fears To his place in the battle’s van. But now and then in a wistful dream, Like a picture out of date, She sees a head with a golden gleam Bent o’er a pencil and slate. And she lives again the happy day, The day of her young life’s spring, When the small arm-chair stood just in the way, The center of everything. inTrizona. BY CONAN DOYLE. * ! Tt air strange, It air,” he was saying as I opened the door of the room where our little semi-literary society met; “but I could tell you queerer things than that ’er—almighty queer things' You can’t learn anything out of books, sirs, nohow. You see, it ain’t the men as can string English together and as had good eddications as finds themselves in the queer I places I’ve been in. They’re mostly rough men, sirs, as can scarcely speak aright, far less tell with pen and ink the things they’ve seen; but if they could, they’d make some of your Europians hair riz with astonishment They would sirs—you bet!” |

His name was Jefferson Adams, I ; believe; I know his initials were J. : A., for you may see them yet deeply whittled on the right hand upper panel of our smoking-room d< or. He left us this legacy, an i also some artistic patterns done in tobacco juice upon our Turkey carpet; but beyond these reminiscences, our 1 American story-teller has vanished from our ken. He gleamed across our 1 ordinary quiet conviviality like some brilliant meteor, and then was lost in the outer darkness. That night, however, our New Mexican friend was in full swing. “Mind you,” he continued, “I hain’t got no grudge against your men of science. 1 likes and respects a chap as can match every beast and plant, from a huckleberry to a grizzly, I with a jaw-breakin’ name; but it you । wants real interestin’ facts—something a bit juicy—you go to your whalers and your frontiersmen, and your scouts and Hudson Bay men. chaps who mostly can scarce sign i their names. “Now, which of you gentlemen has । ever been in Arizona? None, I’ll I’ve been 'here, sirs—lived <

-jßhen I what Tve seen there, I can senrhe git myself to believe it now. I was one of Walker’s filbusters and after we’d busted up and the chief was shot, some of us made tracks and located down there. A regular English and American colony we was, with our wives and children and all com- i plete. “To think of such a land being built for a few greasers and balftreeds. Ifs-a misusin’ of the gifts of iTovid nee. Grass as hung over a chap’s head as he rode through it and t ees so thick that you couldn’t get a ! glimpse of blue sky for leagues and leagues, and orch ds like umbrellas! Maybe some on you has seen a plant as they calls the “fly cather” in some parts of the States.” “Diano.e muscipula,” murmured our scientific man par excellence. “Ah, ‘Die near a municipal,’ that’s ' him! You’ll see a fly stand on that 'ere plant, and then you’ll see the two sides of a leaf snap up together and catch it between them, and grind it up and mash it to bits; and hours after, if you open the leaf, you'll see the body ly ng half digested and in bits. Well. I’ve seen these ! flytraps in Arizona with leaves eight and ten feet long, and thorns or teeth a footer more. “It’s about the death of Joe Hawkins I was going to tell you—’bout as queer a think, I reckon, as you ever heard tell on. There wasn’t nobody in Arizona c New Mexico as didn’t know of Joe Hawkins—‘Ala-L bama Jo? as he was called there. A-' reg'lar out-and-outer, he was; about j '

as hard a case as ever man clapt eyes on. Hile him, and he war worse nor a blizzard. I’ve seen him empty his

six-shooter in a cruwd cm, • QfbßCie 818 &-goin’ into Simpsom^oar; ^■when there was a dance on; and he ’ ^^bowied Tom Hooker ‘cause he spilt his liquor over his weskit by mistake. 1 Now, at the time I am tellin’ ye on, when Joe Hawkins was swaggerin’ about the town and layin’ down by- ■ laws with his shootin’ irons, there was an Englishman there ot the name of Tom Scott. This chap Scott war a Britisher to his boot-heels and yet he didn’t freeze much to the British set there, or, rather, they didn’t freeze much to him. He was a quiet, simple man, Scott was—rather too quiet for a tough set like that. He kept himself mostly apart, an’ didn't Interfere with nobody so long as he were left alone. Baa luck or good, that man kept a stiff lip on him. This Scott was a sort o’ butt among the men of Arizona, for he was so sort o’ quiet and simple like. “It happened in Simpson’s bar. Alabama .Joe and one of the other rowdies were dead on the Britishers I in those days, and they spoke their opinions pretty free. That partic’lar night Joe was flghtin drunk and swaggered about the town with his six-shooter, lookin’ out for a chance. Then he turned into the bar, where he knowed he’d find some of the English as ready as he was hisself. Sure enough, there was half a dozen 1

loungin’ about and Tom Scott standin’ alone before the stove. Joe sat down by the table and put his revolver and bowie down in front of him. ‘Them’s my argiments, Jeff,’ he says to me, ‘if any white-livered Britisher dares give me the lie.’ I tried to stop him; but he weren’t a man as you could easily turn, and he began to speak in away as no chap could stand. Why, even a Greaser would flare up if you said as much about Greaserland! There was a commotion at the bar and every man laid his hands on his wepins; but afore they could draw we heard a quiet vo.ee from the stove: ‘Say your prayers, Joe Hawkins; for you’re a dead man!’ “Joe turned around and looked like grabbin’ for his iron. But it weren’t no use. Tom Scott was standing up, covering him with his Derringer; a smile on his white face, but the very devil shining in his eyes.‘lt ain’t that the old country has served me over-well,’ he says, ‘but no man shall insult it before me And live!’ For a second his finger tightened round the trigger, and then he gave a laugh, and threw the pistol on the floor. ‘No,’ he says: ‘I can’t shoot a halfdrunken man! Take your dirty life, 1 Joe, an’ use it better nor you have ' done.” He swung contemptuously ■ I round, and relit Uis half-smoked pipe I from the stove; while Alabama slunk । out o’ the bar, with the laughs of the Brittishers ringing in his ears. I I saw his face as he passed me, and on ।it I saw murder, sirs—murder, as ■ plain as ever I seed anything in my “I stayed in the bar after the row, and watched Tom Scott as he shook hands with the men about. It seemed ! kinder queer to me to see him smiLn’ and cheerful-like; for 1 knew Joe’s ; bloodthirsty mind, and that the Eng- ! lishman had small chance of ever

: seeing the morning. He lived in an i out-of-the-way sort of place, you see, i clean off the trail, and had to pass ■ through the Flytrap Gulch to get to it. This here gulch was a marshy, gloomy place, lonely enough during । Hie day even—for it were always a creepy sort o’ thing to see the great i eight and ten-foot leaves snapp ng up if aught touched them; but at night there was never a soul near. Some parts of the marsh, too, were soft and deep, and a body thrown in j would be gone by the 'morning. I could see Alabama Joe crouchin’ under the leaves of the great flytrap jin the darkest part of the gulch, I with a scowl on his face and a re- | volver in his hand. I could see it, ' . sirs, as plain as with my two eyes. “’Bout midnight, Simpson shuts up his bar, so out we had to go. Tom Scctt started off for his three-mile walk at a slashing pace. I just dropped him a hint as he passed me, for I kinder liked the chap. ‘Keep I your Derringer there or about it,’ I says, 'for you might chance to need it.’ He looked round at me with his quiet smile, and then 1 lost si^ht nt

hiiu in the gloom. ’ to' see him again. He'd hardly gonT atore Simpson come up to me and says: ‘There’ll be old hell in the Flytrap Gulch to-night, Jeff. The boys say that Hawkins started half an hour ago to wait for Scott and shoot him on sight. 1 calc’late the Corot er ’ll be wanted to morrow.” I “M ha passed in the gulch that night? It was a question as were ; asked pretty free next morning. A half-: reed was in Ferguson's store after daybreak, and he said as he’d 1 chanced to be near the gulch ’bout* lln the morning. It warn’t easy to get at his story, he seemed so uncommon scared but he told us, at last, as ' he'd heard the fearfuilest screams in the stillness of the night. There ! weren’t no shots, he said, but scream ' i after scream kinder muffled, like a i man with a serape over his head, an’ lin immortal pain. Abner Brandon and me, and a few more, was in the store at the time; so we mounted and rode out to Scott’s house, passing through the gulch on the way. There weren't nothing partic’lar to be seen there—no blood nor marks of a tight, nor nothing, and when we gets up to Scott’s house, out he comes to meet us as fresh as a lark. 'Hullo, Jeff!’ says he, 'no need for the pistols, after all! Come in an’ have a cocktail, boys.’ 'Did ye see or hear nothing as ye come home last night?’ says 1 ‘No,’ says he; ‘all was quiet enough, An owl kinder moaning in the Flytrap Gulch—that was all. Come, jump off and have a glass.' ‘Thank ye,’ says Abner. So off we gets; and Tom Scott rode into the settlement

with us when we went back. I ; “An allflred commotionwa^MjJ*^ Main Streep as wo Tht

(^•^^'l baity seemed to have gone ■ clean crazed. Alabama Joe was gone • —not a darned particle of him left. . Since he went out to the gulch nary 1 eye had seen him. As we got off our | horses, there was a considerable crowd i in front of Simpson’s, and some ugly ; looks at Tom Scott, I can tell you j There was a clickin’ of pistols, and I saw as Scott had his hand in his bosom, too. There weren’t a single English face about. ‘Stand aside, Jeff Adams!” says Zebb Humphrey.as great a scoundrel as ever lived; ‘you hain’t got no band in this game. Say, boys, are we, free Americans, to be murdered by this sort o’ scum?’ It was the quickest thing as ever 1 seed. There was a rush, an’ a crack; Zebb was down with Scott’s ball in his thigh, an’ Scott hisself was on the ground with a dozen men holding him. It weren’t no use struggling, so he lay quiet. They seemed a bit uncertain what to do with him at first, but then one of ; Alabama’s special chums put them up to it. -Joe’s gone,’ he said, ‘nothing ain’t surer nor that; an’ there lies the man as killed him. Some on you knows as Joe went on business to the gulch last night. He never came back. That ’ere Britisher passed through after he’d gone. They’d a row—screams is heard ’mong the 1 flytraps. Isay agin, he has played

poor Joe some o’ his sneakin’ tricks an’ thrown him into the swamp. 9 ain’t no wonder as the body is gonll But air we to stan’ by and see Em glish murderin’ our own chums’ f guess not. Let Jedge Lynch 'ti him; that s what I say.’ ‘Lyn<# him!’ shouted a hundred angry voicX —for all the rag-tag an’ bobtail the settlement was round us by tbL J lere ’ fetch a rope aE> swing him up! Up with him-o< Simpson’s door!’ ‘See here, thougV says another, coming forrards; ‘let’s hang hun by the great flytrap in the giuch. Let Joe see as he’s revenged it so be as he’s buried ’bout tUeje” Ihere was a shout for this, an’ ai.av they went, with Scott tied onfaiq mustang in the middle, anti a mounted guard, with cocked r^blvers, round him; for we knew as Are was a score or so Britishers abom as didn’t seem to know any jedgeomhat partic’lar name. “I went out them, my hurt bleedin’ for Scott, though he din’t seem a cent put out, he didn’%H o were game to the backbone. kinder queer, sir, hangin’ a nJL/a flytrap; but our’n were a reg*K ve and the leaves like a brace o® e Jts with a hinge between ’em and I at the bottom. | “We passed down the guUh H Place where the jjreat one there we seed it, with thejW some open, some shut. But. vifsecd something worse nor that. S»)din’ | rounding- the tree was some , men—Britishers all, an’ •irmedWgjjL teeth. They was waiting evidently, an’ hau a businW^ : look about 'em, as if they’d ccwW e something and meant to hAIP r There was the raw material about as warm a scrimmidge ! 1 seed. f ver ■ “As we rode up, a great red-t|. d - H Scotchman—Cameron were hiW 1

—stood out afore the rest, 1- “ volver cocked in his hand. ‘S® sf' boys’, he says, ‘you’ve got noinito hurt a hair of that man’s hear* nOU hain’t proved as Joe is dead if. / ~'; if you had, you hain’t proved<' i9 itt killed him. Anyhow, it wei®i ejfdefense; for you all know as 1 J ag ! lying in wait for Scott, to swCJ m on sight So, 1 say agin, yool ß b’t got no call to hurt that tnd i what's more, I’ve got twenj j x . barreled arguments againsr )Ur doin’ it.’ ‘lt’s an interestiflJle a t, |-and worth arguin’ out’ said tjinan as was Al a iiama Joe’s special p m. | There was a clickin’ of pistoled a I loosenin’ of knives, and tl E iwo parties began to draw up to anoth r, an’ it looked like a risC the mortality of Arizona. Sea I 'was standing behind with a plst k his ear if he stirred, loo^in Luiet and composed as having ; nq^ney on the table; when sudden - gives a start an’ a shout, as ratlin oui ears like a trumpet. ‘Joe!’ hcried ‘Joe! Look at him!—in the tran” We all turned an’ looked w’ i . nninUn'

was Doiniur. .icrun ’ minds agin. One of thL° u ® jof the flytrap, that had [Seen Iwut ; and touchin’ the ground as it hv was slowly rolling back upon its lUges. i There lying like an oyster in shell, was Alabama Joe, in the hfl 10 w of the leaf! The great horns hj' been slowly driven through his hert as it, shut upon him! We could setashe’d , tried to cut h's way out, for tfere was a slit in the thick fleshy leaf,an’ his bowie was in his hand; but it had , smothered him first. He’d lan down on it, likely to keep tlie d<mp off । while he were a-wa tin’ foi Scott, ; and it had closed on him as you’ve . seen your little hothouse ones do on , a ily; and there he were, as w< found । him, torn and mashed, and (rushed 1 into pulp, by the great jaggec teeth ot the man-eatin’ plant. Then, sirs, I think you’d own that'as a curuiK story.—Utica Globe. Mediaeval Mathematicians. Taitaglia discovered the solutbn of cubic e ;uatious. Cardan employed toward him all the persuasions in Ais power to obtain a communication to himself of the famous discovery. “I swear to you on the holy Gospels,” he pi omised, “that if you teach me your discoveries I will never publish them, and will, besides, record them for myself in cipher, so that no one shall be a' le to understand them after mv death.” Tartaglia, trusting in Cardan's good faith, communicated to him his rules, summarized in twenty-seven mnemotechnic verses, in ’ three strophes of nine verses each.

v/a unit, ruiOLB a assisted Ithe rules, solv^u e equations of tie fourth degree, aid

published the whole in The Ars 31^na. Tartaglia, irritated at tpo algebraist astrologer’s violation Kt his word, fell into a violent rage. Bio sent to his enemy, according to we fashion of the time, several challenges, and in one of them went so far as to threaten Cardan and his pupil that he would wash their heads together and at the same time, “a thing which no barber in Italy could do.” Cardan Anally agreed to attend a deputation, which was to be held in a church in Milan on the 10th of August, 1548. He did not appear, but sent his pupil Ferrari. Ferrari bore his part in the contest alone and the affair would ha.e resulted i& favor of Tartaglia if the hostile attitude of Cardan’s friends had nob caused him to leave Milan by a by. road.—The Popular Science Monthly, Valuable Fox Skins. The skin ot a silver fox, otherwise called black fox, varies in price from SSO to S2OO, The whole number obi tained annually amounts to only! 2,000, of which amount 1,600 are im-l ported into England. La Hountad states that in his time a skin of the! silver fox was worth its weight in) gold, and an unsually fine skin ha?! been sold on the London market foil $550.-—Boston Globe. I

LTHE SUNDAY SCHOOL L AN INTERESTING AND INSTRUCh T,VE LESSON. a I ^ C I iOnB Ot an Elevating CharacterS । Wholesome Food for Thought- Study . tag the Scriptural Lesson Intelligently r and Profitably. y J '— 3 rr. . The G mrifi( d Saviour. Ihe .esson for Sunday, Dec 17 > be found in R ev> 1; 17 > may ’ I Wz. i v ^tßoductory. i । King in e his beauty 8 1 Tl^c^^ th l ' fe aven , fl U tter aside and we ° f the glorified Saviour ’’ Here hT*’ he was known as “a man nf 1 ° below acquainted with grie? ” Now “m VS and name.” What is it’ counselor, the mio-htv Cnd u nderf m > lasting Father the d ’ V 1 ® ever " banners.” ° Wlll sot U P

V‘ e Slghtl3 Klorlous, From the B°rrows 8 °rrows now; Every Knee to li?n, n ^ d y lctor ious, Ca^*' him, crown bo v - Wn the Saviour King“or ‘w t CrOWn hlm - brother.” Sym . “In the kingdom and patience of Je-Lhri-t. ” Consecration counts most or all. For it is the patience that is in Jesus l|| " l ^teliK ferred t 0 here> That is, we are ffot^ur own; we are Christ's and no is ours. It all goes together, and works together for gb®(L Along with his tribulation—his kingdom; along with his kingdom-his patience. Thy patience, Lord, for mo! Study this ‘’islet that was called Patmos. ’ a Its lonely ruggedness e-ives

shape ail'l form to many of the images of tills strange book of Revelation. Personality counts; to doos place. God speaks though each and both. This is the reason why we study history and geography ati,, b ography'to better undci stanc r<?. c.:.t? n. Prophecy has its to t ng. HINTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS. As t, e 'i n or two: What do you thi:; .. •.? , ; : o kof Revelation'-' what arc y, g tting out of it’ It was nr ant t > aelp us. are wo finding the heiy.- h. me ore has said that there i no book of the Bible that batan hate- as he does this—it tails his own overthrow. That is the reason he tries to get mon to overlook it. But do not neglect it, cherish it. study it, understand it. And the writer knows no better cxplauatitm of its spirit and contents than that which is given for calm, chastened thought in the Baptist Publication Society Series of Commentaries. There in the Revelation is c uisiderod a repeated exhibi- i tion in panorama and picture of tho ' whole battle ’twixt right and wrong, yesterday, to-day and to-morrow, here and hereafter, including both the present struggle and the final consummation. Is not this, in part, the mean- ' ing of the threefold Scripture at v. 19,

I lil.s Os tl>C thought ill i “Writer “1. Tho things which thou hast seen, “2. And the things which are, “3. And the things which shal' bo hereafter. ” The people are still looking to see ' tho voice that speaks. We judge of . heavenly things as we find them in earthly molds. A littlo child of our acquaintance was criticising a certain faeeof the Christ, as given on a painter's canvas. “It doesn't look enough like Bro. Ely,” she said. “Bro. Ely” was the man who represented to her all that was true and manly. Does the little one think Chris? ought to look like the pastor, or teacher, or father? Very good, we are his witnesses. “God present in the midst. Christ in the church, inspiring and helping.” The writer has reason to remember a lesson he received, as a young man, in that humble rural community of Illinois known as Baker's Prairie, They ai'e a simple-minded people down thereabcuts, making no claim to erudition, but much taught of the word and the Spirit. The young brother who was visiting from the North had prepared himself carefully on the Sunday-; chool lesson of the day and enjoyed teaching it to the Bible-class in the little country church. But what was his consternation to hear the good deacon at the close rise and say, “Brethren, we’ve been having a pretty good time over the Sunday-school lesson here, and I suggest that instead of having the regular prayer-meeting, the young brother from Chicago go on and expound the rest of the chapter.” Alas, the young brother hadn't looked at the rest of the chapter. What should he do? Decline? That would have seemed very weak and inconsistent to a people who word literally—“open your & jMSBKiL&IAa&aiLLI I till it. ” Wb nt did he

I may get “the light.” as they term it, have “the interest.” 11l go forward on their faith at least. I'll trust God to 1 give me the word for this people that they ought to have. To make a long story short, the young man breathed a prayer for help, opened his book and began to expound, literally as God gave him utterance. And God wonderfully helped. It was a unique experience, but since that day a new respect has been entertained by the writer for those old, untutored saints who held him up in the arms of their faith that day and received for their holy boldness a message new and seemingly unthought of both to him and to them. And since then his pen has been slow to tell of what the Spirit can or cannot do for this little fleck and for faith. God only knows—God and the soul wholly God’s, “undefiled in the way.” Next Lesson —“The Birth of Jesus.” —Matt. ii. 1-11. Short Furrows. Complaining of the drouth never brings rain. YOU may be in the path of success, but headed the wrong way. OUK contentment is often in inverse ratio to the amount we possess. Sit down on the do-nothing stool and you will come to the poor-house. NO matter how hard the times are men always manage to get tobacco. A religion that does not keep you I from being cruel to your horses is not I worth having.

, A TORNODO FIGHTER. A Ffeiich *“-n luv'^L^ chlne toDestpoy Cyclones. Seldom does an inventor aspire tn m ? r“S„ h ST” thIOKS th “ aw vised the f * r ? nce > wh en he de- ’ E th 1 torn ado destroyer” which wUb X S i? atented in and to the in h b ?.p roi,oses to put a stop bv cvclonL° f lf<? a Q{l Property caused M Tnn • «in America invento? nfn rS n aC ? ieved t amea s the Plosivl R„? e l eDlte ’ the ^ reat exas a student r e Was as en thusiastic of chemistry ° j“ et ®?s olo ?y as he was “The rc T “ rpin ’ s owr > words: Weather Bn?? S °! the L nited ^ates does in VnX 1 VUS that torna ' the southeast tn travel from being est abl 'sh 1 ? Ortheast This , easy tc f me f ,S com P 3 ratively knoVSrom because will come. d,re ction he

only an e^hth nA angerous exteat i 3 Pass; that is f v? P ° iDt ° f the com ' Hs southwest i n i n? rOt / Ct a t0W!1 f,n o' IIV lgh ? proof. L be tornado ‘H is a well-known fact that in trAnf/aL nearly^? 1 P U AtornacfoTn^^r^^ wnich is a phenomenon of the same nature, can be dissipated in the same way. My plan in a nutshell, then, is to establish aerial torpedoes, fixed on high light towers like the electric towers used in some American cities and so placed that, the explosion can quickly take place by the automatic action of the tornado itself. The apparatus which I nave designed and -

patented is so construe) td that a wind of tornado intensity will by ' simply mechanical means discharge | the powerful explosive with which - the magazine is loaded. “I should use about 200 pounds of ! the most powerful explosive in each ! tower. The explosion would develop ' an immense amount of gas under 1 enormous pressure, quite capable of destroying any tornado in its vicinity. At the same time, the explosion, taking place 120 feet or higher in the air, would do no damage to buildings or other property lower down. The number of these towers or para tornadoes necessary would depend upon the area and importance of the town i or buildings to be protected. To fur- j nish absolute protection it would be j necessary to place them from 50 to 100 yards apart, the minimum width of the path of a tornado within the dangerous octant. Five hundred dollars for each para tornado would surely cover all expense. There would, of course, be no expense of | maintenance except for an occasional coat of paint. A tornado once dissipated by explosion or otherwise will !

erection of safety guards wTtffnr a city. Such is my system. When we c insider that hundreds of lives and millions in propelty are swept away , in America, it really seems worth i while to spend a few thousand in j lighting tornadoes.” A Good Horse Story. •■Of course horses cannot talk, but they understand each other just the same,” remarked Peter Noell, one of the oldest and best known drivers on j the Spring Grove avenue line of ' cars. “For a long time I have been driving a sturdy, solid old bay. There is nothing fast about him, but when it comes to pulling he can discount any j other horse owned by the company. He knows, too, when he is hitched up . with a balky mate, and it is from his actions on occasions of that kind that I am convinced that horses understand each other. When he is in harness with a balky partner he will stand perfectly still and let the other do all the prancing and kicking. “When it quiets down a bit he will rub its neck and put his nose up to its ear, as if endeavoring to whisper to it. When it becomes quiet, the old fellow will make a move as if tc start. If the other takes the cue, well and nood: but if there is one bit of rearing or jumping he will settle back in his place and repeat the neck rubbng and supposed whispering operations. The second one is generally successful, and with a slight neigh, as if his efforts had pro-, cd successful, the old fellow starts the . ..ri Vx., i ;

y nurses o r the I r bad habits and in quicker time than all the trainers in C ncinnati put together.”—Cincinnati Commercial Ga zette. A Stinging Rebuke. Count d’Orsay, on his first visit to England, chanced to Le seated at dinner next to Lady Holland. That remarkable and many-sided woman was in o- e of her imi e ious humors. She dropped her napkin; the Count picked it up gallant y; then her fan, then h r fork, then he;-glass, and, as often, her neighbor stooped a .d restored the lost article. At last, however. the patience of the youth gave way, and, on her dropping her napkin again, he turned and called one of the footmen 1 ehind him. Tut my plate on the floor,” said he; “I will finish my dinner there; it will be so much more convenient to Lady Holland. ” Sincere. Never question a person who has been kind enough to pay you a compliment. ■ ‘l’d a good deal rather see you go to the piano than that Miss lie Thumper,” said the small boy to a young lady, a friend of the family. “Would you, really?” said the” de. lighted guest. “Why?” “’Cause you don’t know but two pieces, ■’said the truthful youngster. —Good News.

ASSASSIN IS ON TRIAL. r Case A sainst Prendergast, Carter HarHSO“ 8 Sla y er - Begun. 1 nin S i C k Eugene Prendergast was lite Jud“ The SoS Jftu® KA th ’ case not manlfesS to jh a £t± ° .“ 7 O'’ “e eo„J.‘ oal^dlliTi 6 at,en, P““ i 'o «- and thk „ 1 had fceen onc a postponed had ‘no "S'bT’ "Ko would bo allowed to” Mot “ThM. was enforced ricHdhr l ' a that rme O' ponoomou atfd 1 IllKA^ua^ vne lower corndr-a wavQ tra x and the stair* PRENDEBGAST on trial

' the same din^y old court-room were | therefore lacking ana the silence was I almost complete. Prendergast was । ready for trial, and Jailer Morris j brought him to tho bar of justice. A | uioro unhappy and inconsequential- ' !?° k 4L g wretch cannot be imagined I than the prisoner when he was marched j into court by the big jailer. It was 1 feigned composure, but the attempt failed miserably^ Glancing fir.t at the Judge on tho benoh he cast his eyes around the Crowded room until he met the gaze of his attorneys, when he slightly hung» his, iiead and assumed a dogged mailThe People vs. Prendergast” was .he announcement made bv Jud?a ; orentano at 10:30 o’clock. The attori uoys announced their readiness to proceed, and examination of veniremen , proceeded at once. ESTIMATES by MR. CARLISLE. The Secretary of the Treasury Figures Out the Appropriations Desired. The book of estimates for appropriations for the fiscal year 1894 and 189 S utus been sent to Congress. The amount estimated necessary to carry on the fo ^ tlle fiscal year is 8411,-

. against estimates for 18932| LPj - --J3I 1890 aremadcFJVas lollowST™* 68 'or Executive LerlßUtive State department i,SS3;S3A Treasury department 120,435,08 ft | war department 65,277,403 • Navy department 28,888,774 Interior department 189.220,220 Postomce department 8,397,864 Bepartment of agriculture 2,2?.3’,8g| epartment of labor 161,870 Department of justice 6,273,345 The sum of 843,000 is asked for to’ nay the salaries of an examining lotee of thirty clerks in the clviD i service commission. The work of th® । examining branch has been more than, doubled by t}xe extension of the classified service. For the investigation of pension cases 8500,000 is asked, aa against $200,000 appropriated for the present fiscal year. In the pension appropriations tho principal changes are a reduction of $5,000,000 for pension payments, an increase of $1,000,030 for fees and exEenses of examining surgeons, and icrease of SIOO,OOO for clerk hiro at । pension agencies. For rivers and harbors a total of $12,610,000 is estimated for, an increase of more than $5,000,000 over the approI priations for the current year. Os this amount $7,500,000 is to be expended upon such works as may be directed by Congress. Some items in the list are: Galveston, Texas, $500,000; St. i Mary’s River at the falls, Michigan, $300,000; improving Hay Lake channel, ’ Michigan, $150,001); improving Mississippi River from mouth of Ohio River to Minneapolis, $1,625,000. For th© Rock Island (I1L) arsenal, $115,706 is asked; for Benicia arsenal, California, : $23,500; for arsenal at Indianapolis, i Ind., $38,972; for gun and mortar batteries, $1,893,126; for sites for fortifleai tion and sea-coast defenses, $500,000;

for j , $4,370,437, as against an appropriation 1 : of $1,638,405 for the present fiscal year: i a total of $7,438,413 is asked for fortifi- : cations and other works of defense, aq । increase of $5,000,000 over the present : fiscal year. i Under the Postoffice Department $16,I [ 250,000 is asked for compensation to . j postmasters, an increase of $1,650 000’ ' । for free delivery. $12,327,685, an in- ' crease of over $1,000,000; railway postal car service, $26,900,000, an increase of $2,400,000. It is estimated that there ' will be a postal deficiency of $5,971,730 ■ for the year, for which an appropriation is asked. A note accompanying the statement of appropriations made for the present year to pay the bounty en sugar says: I "The Secretary of the Treasury having recommended the repeal of the mim-homG ; no estimate is submitted for the fiscal vear^S ■ v“ n cas ? the law is not repealed $11,000.000 I will be required for the purpose.” No estimate is submitted for the support of the Bureau of American Republics. Notes of Current Events. The New York Board of Education will try to put an end to cigarette smoking. The next meeting of the Afro-Amer-ican Congress will be held at Atlanta, Ga. j The cutter Thomas Corwin at San Francisco has been ordered on a fast* trip of 2,500 miles, presumably to Hai wan. Claiming that John C. Austin was not drowned at New York insurance compan* 53^1 fight pavment of his policies.