Bloomington Courier, Volume 7, Number 11, Bloomington, Monroe County, 15 January 1881 — Page 3

FAREWELL.

The boat went drifting, drifting over the sleeping sea! And the man that I loved the dearest, sat in the boat with me.

The shadow of coming parting hung over

the great gray well.

And the winds that swept across

[illegible] farewell, farewell.

it sobbed

The boat went drifting, drifting, in the lin-

gering Northern night, And the face that I loved the dearest, paled with the paling light. We stove to join light laughter; we strove to wake a jest; But the voice that I loved the dearest rang sadly mid the rest, The boat went drifting, drifting, while the dull skies lowered down,

And the "ragged rims of thunder" gave the rocky head a crown. The boat went drifting, drifting, while to the darkening sky, For the man that I loved the dearest, the prayer rose silently.

Oh, true, strong hand I touch no more; brave smile I may not see;

Will the God who governs time and tide

bring him back to my life and me.

All theYear Round.

THAT GIRL. BY ESTHER SERLE KENNETH.

children can't wait when they are hungry," she said. She then bustled away, and had a bountiful meal on the table in less than an hour. As soon as supper was over, Mrs. Gaston showed her boarders into the parlor, and then went up stairs to spread the beds with fresh sheets aud

pillow-slips, She was rather surprised to find at the end of the hall, three formidable trunks; where the driver of the stage had deposited them, after conducting his passengers to the door. Suddenly the hall door opened, and Forest put in a laughing face. What's these, mother? Are these what the young lady keeps her war paint in? By George!" lifting the

handle of one, "there ain't a man in the couutry could pack them up those stairs."

"I don't know what's to be done,"

said Mrs. Gaston helplessly. "Let

them be for the present, Forest."

Mrs. Sabra Gaston -sat, knitting in her parlor. It was not a modern parlor, with draped doors, scru window curtains, embroidered screens and quaint china; but an old-fashioined parlor with cumbrous mahoganyand hair-cloth furniture: an open fireplace, with brass andirons and crossstick, and window-shades of stiff green

paper. But Mrs. Gaston would have been

amazed if you had told her that there

could be anything handsomer in parlor furnishing than orthodox hair-cloth. To her it was unquestionably the correct thing, and she was never more, satisfied than when her capable hands could find nothing more to do in the way of housework, and she brought her sewing in here and sat down. She was a good woman, who meant to do her duty and be at peace with all

the world; but to-day there was a cloud on her usually serene brow.

"Take boarders" she murmured to herself, drawing out her seam-needle

and laying it thoughtfully across her

lips, as she swayed back and forth in

the low rocker. "I never did, and never thought I should; but perhaps I would like it for a little change. Brother Ben writes that it's a Mr. Walcott, who is out of health, and his wife, child, and daughter. That daughter is what I object to. I sympathize with sick and suffering people, and have a ways been called a master hand at doctoring up ailing folks with herbs and a few little comforting notions of mine. I don't object to him. The wife isn't bit stuckup, Ben says, though they're well-to-do people; and I'm fond of children. But a young lady, with her pert notions, making fun of everything that is old fashioned and respectable, and with six tucked skirts and ruffled fix-

ings in the wash every week, I never

could abide. In fact if it wasn't for that girl I'd take em." After awhile, she rose and went through the house, looking observantly about her. "I 'spose it would look sort of pleasant to city folks, after the heat and dust of the town," she said. "If so, I don't suppose it's my duty to keep it away from 'em." They were mostly low, wide rooms, exquisitely clean and comfortable, perfectly quiet, and looking out upon rich, green grass, rows of current-bushes and low-boughed apple-trees. A fat cat and two white kittens filled the seat of a chintz-covered rockingchair; a curly, brown dog lay on the wide, blue door-stone, winking sleepily at the flies; a canary hung in the porch; but, though there was a man's straw hat in a big arm-chair in the door-yard, Mrs. Gaston was only in the pleasant, old farm house. "I will let Forest decide," she said at last. Pretty soon, a cherry whistle sprang up among the apple-trees, and a young man, in his shirt-sleeves, with a rake over his shoulder, came up idly between the rows of current bushes. "Hay's all made and in, mother. To-morrow I'll take hold of that transplanting." He had a handsome brown face, a pair of frank blue eyes, a pleasant, cheery voice, and you could safely have sworn that he was his widowed mother's idol.

"Forest, you tell me what to do. Shall I take those city folks to board or not?"

Mr. Gaston spoke with emphasis.

Forest laughed, showing a set of

white teeth and an engaging dimple

in one bronzed cheek.

"Do just as you're a mind to, moth-

er." proceeding to cool his heated head

This matter was easily adjusted by a

suggestion from Mrs. Walcott. "Well, mother," said Forest that evening, having just returned from

the village, "have you found the young lady very formidable? I couldn't get back to take a peep at her. "

"Bless us, I couldn't tell how she looks to save my life!" replied Mrs. Gaston; I've been in such a stir since they came. But about those trunks, Forest. Mrs. Walcott says the heav-

iest one is full of books, and can be left anywhere on the ground floor. The others were lighter, and I got grandpa's man to take them up. To think of their lugging half a ton of books about with them!" Forest's bright face suddenly grew luminous. "Perhaps that youug lady wears

green glasses and is studying medi-

cine!" he laughed. Then, seriously,

and rapping the table smartly with his knife-handle, as he ate a late supper: "I'll bet they are the right kind?' "Yes," said Mrs. Gaston, looking pleased. "I forgot you were fond of

books, too." In spite of serious charges laid upon herself, Mrs. Gaston slept past her usual hour and rose in a hurry. Of course, she was not yet provided with any domestic help, and had com-

menced her preparations for breakfast

somewhat hurried and worried, when the kitchen door swung open and a litle figure in a neat print dress and a large gingham apron entered the room. "It seems that we came upon you unexpectedly, Mrs. Gaston, and you are unprovided with help," said Amy Walcott, "so you must let me help you get breakfast. I am used to all kinds of housework. What shall I do first?" "Well," said Mrs. Gaston, more amazed than she could show, "there's everything to do---coffee to boil, biscuit to make, ham and eggs to try potatoesto put on, buckwheats---" "I will make the biscuit," said Amy, rolling up her sleeves deftly, and exposing two pretty arms, "if you'll please tell me where the flour and baking-powder and pans are. And then I'll fry the eggs," she added, sifting flour handily." "I always make sour-milk biseuit; perhaps you don't know anything about those," suggested Mrs. Gaston. "I guess I can manage them; I've studied chemistry a little." replied Amy. Studied chemistry to learn how to cook! Mrs. Gaston looked bewildered, but commenced cutting ham, and

then turned to go to the barn for fresh

eggs. "Let me go!" cried Amy, clapping her pan of biscuits in the oven. "I haven't found any hen's eggs since I was a little girl." And she ran away, "as if she was 10 years old." Mrs. Gaston said, afterward "Has your help come, mother?" asked Forest, coming in with a pail of water. There's the nicest sort of a little woman out in the barn, hunting hen's eggs." "Why Forest, it's Miss Walcott! She made the coffee and biscuits---" The door opened and Amy came in, her apron held up, her face, of dimpled

snow and roses, smiling.

Diamond Snatchers. New York Cor. Philadelphia Times. Some one says that crime is always rampant in cold weather. We have had the cold weather, and the Tombs tell the story of the crime. One of the jolliest ways in which crime outworks itself just now is the diamond ear dodge, "Ladies," so called, promenape our streets and ride in our cars and busses wearing enormous stones in their ears. Now and then these enormous stones are genuine diamonds, oftener they are Parisian or crystals and fair game for the festive snatcher. He approaches the dame softly from behind, grasps firmly the ear-ring, pulls vigorously the ear-ring, secures safely the ear-ring, and runs like a lamp-

lighter with the ear-ring. while the enraged, ear-bleeding, pain-bemoaning, whining and aching victim of vanity and robbery yells and screams and wishes she had never been born. For such I have no pity, no sympathy. They might just as well pin a $1,000 bill on their camel's hair shawl and walk the streets with it. They delib-

erately put temptation in the very eyes of starvation and then boo-hoo because the thief does precisely what he was dared to do. Other ladies poke their wallets under the nose and eyes of hunger and invite a bold and reckless violation of the commandment. Others put handkerchiefs, books, change, lace and portmonnaies in their pockets which gape open and virtually say to little boys and big men: "Here is a chance make a grab and run. "I declare sometimes the temptation to do some such thing for the fun of it is almost more than I can bear. When men deliberately hurl paving stones through plate-glass windows or showcases for the sole purpose of getting two or three months free board in the Penitentiary, and despair stalks the town hand in hand with hunger, what won-

der is it that crime succeeds in tempting them to evil?" For my part I don't

wonder that fat old gentlemen are

choked until they give up watch and

wallet; that pursey women have diamonds yanked from their loaded ears; that little boys on their way to school are run into alleys and stripped of their pawnable finery, or that pick pockets train up and down Broadway like bugs in a potato field. The fact is the times are entirely too good for the poor. The Vanderbilts and Goulds of today are coining fortunes hour by hour, and prices are up, up, up, but salaries are where they were and wages, too, so that subordinates are beginning to

wonder whether hard times are not,

after all, the better for them and theirs. But if it is a tough time for salaried men, what must it be for poor devils who have nothing to do? I never

knew a season when the streets were so full of men in want of work. All sorts of conditions of the race are in the same box, and a deuce of a box it is. The women suffer with the men. Even those who have work are in trouble. I asked a manager to-day what he paid his ushers, who attend six night performances and two matinees each week. He promptly replied, 'Three dollars." I find young women are hired in our great stores from $3 to $5 a week. They report for duty at half-past seven in the morning, and are off at from seven to ten in the evening. They are obliged to dress well. How do they do it? They must live, sleep and occasionally eat. How and where can they do it? Do their Christian employers ever give it a thought?

says: "France is not at peace, and the politicians are roaming about the quiet street for spoils just as doctors without patients are seen to hang around healthy and happy families. Ida Aubrey, a fourteen-year-old "Juliet," did not make a failure on her first appearance, as she had been expected to, but gave a personation which, besides showing that she had been thoroughly drilled, indicated an intelligent conception of the part. She first appeared on the stage last year as the child in "Miss Multon" with Clara Morris. Leonard Stewart, a Philadelphia drunkard, left his home two years ago with a threat to commit suicide. His family subsequently identified the body of a drowned man as his. The other day, however, he presented himself alive and well, but intoxicated, and asked his wife if she wasn't glad to see

him. She replied emphatically no, and he disappeared again, declaring that this time he would certainly kill himself. The Vice President s receipt to the messengers bringing the Electoral votes of the States reads as follows:

"Received of ----- claiming to be a

messenger to deliver the same, a sealed package purporting to contain a certificate of the vote given for President and Vice President of the United States by the Electors of the State of ---, alleged to have been elected November the second, 1880." A mean householder in Toronto refused to allow the body of a woman who had died on his premises to be removed for burial unless he paid $50 for rent and attendance. He also presented another bill of $25, alleging that the visitors to the deceased had worn out his carpets. At the request of the officiating minister, a policeman was detailed to be present at the funeral, with instructions to arrest him if he created any disturbance, which he was prudent enough to avoid. The great-grandfather of Lord Chief Justice Coleridge, of England, who was Vicar of Ottery St. Mary (the Clavering of "Pendennis") was as absent a man as the Lord Dudley. It is still remembered in Devonshire how Mr. Coleridge once went away on a week's visit, and on his wife's unpacking his trunk when he returned, she inquired what had become of the four shirts he had taken with him. "He remembered wearing them, but knew nothing as to their present whereabouts," but it presently appeared that in a fit absence

he had put one shirt over another, and

was that moment unconsciously wearing all four.

SOCIETY'S CUTE RULES.

How to Make one Captivating to Parlor Belles.

"Splendid luck!" she laughed. "I've

found thirteen---just a baker's dozen." Forest looked, and then and there fell in love. He couldn't help it, he told his mother, if Amy Walcott had been the Queen of England. "I'll try them and lay the table, Mrs. Gaston; and then run upstairs and dress Hendie," said Amy. "I have the whole care of him, mamma's health is so poor, and papa so needs her attention lately." Then: You needn't fry buckwheats for us, Mrs. Gaston; there'll be plenty of breakfast without. But I'll put on a little of this oatmeal

for papa, if you please. He is very

fond of it, and it isn't much trouble to

cook any time, is it?"

"Bless you! no, child! And the breakfast's ready like magic."

by drenching his curly hair with glit-

tering cold water from the well at the

The biscuits (made by the chemistry, Mrs. Gaston avowed, with awe) turned out perfection; and the oatmeal and creamy milk furnished Mr. Walcott with such a satisfuctory breakfast that he seemed heartened up wonderfully at once. Before dinner the stout daughter of a neighbor came into Mrs. Gaston's kitchen and set her mind at rest as to the labor to be performed! She was able to make her boarders feel at home and entirely comfortable,

and in return they seemed to take

pains to make themselves exquisitely

agreeable.

But it was only the ordinary result of good breeding which made the Walcotts so agreeable to the Gastons---the constant unselfishness and gentle consideration of others which

never fails to please the most unre- fined.

door.

It dripped in showers upon the green grass. "I think I would if it wasn't for that girl, Forest. Girls are so full of airs city girls, 1 mean." "Perhaps she won't be very bad. Just bring me a towel won't you, mother?" I think I'll take 'em" she said after a moment, coming back with the towel. "Somehow it seems as if I'd better." "Well, be sure you get good help. They'll make lots of work," remarked Forest, as he walked off. As appeared, he was really indifferent in the matter. All the spring he had been planning to go to Nantasket during the coming month, and would soon be gone. If his mother

The Luminous Cascade. In an admirable series of articles by Lewis Wright, on "Optics with the Lantern," now appearing in The English Mechanic, this experiment illustrative of the total reflection of light is described: Get a two-necked glass receiver, about three and a half inches in diameter, with as large necks as possible, and in each neck fix by corks glass tubes of similar size, as large as possible, not less than three-eights inch clear bore, and one-half inch is better. Black - varnish all outside, except a circle three inches diameter, opposite the nozzle meant to be horizontal, and adjust this close against and projecting into the lantern noz-

zle (the flange nozzle with the objective removed) on a wire tripod, filling

with water first, and corking the tube

in the horizontal nozzle till all is arranged. Several feet higher, fix some sort of a supply tank (a bucket will do)

with a bit of tube fixed by a cork in

Women at Matinees. Nym Grinkle's Feuilleton. Matinees were provided to allow women a license of behavior that they cannot obtain under any other circumstances. What are called fashionable matinees are exhibitions of feminine lawlessness that are not to be seen anywhere else in a civilized community. Most of the women who are regular matinee-goers appear to enjoy the privilege very much as the country merchant enjoys the privilege of the great city when he comes to buy his goods, that is to say, they leave behind them many of the conventional restraints which are esteemed proper, but irksome. One of the reasons for the peculiar conduct of the female matinee-goer may be found, probably, in the fact that in these assemblages she escapes, in a great measure, the supervision and criticism of the other sex. Very few men go to fashionable matinees, and those who do are brothers or husbands, who take care of the bundles or bring the waterproofs. The lover and admirer shuns the matinee as he would a "high ten." He, at least if he be a man of the world, knows that a matinee performance is, n a great measure, a sham; that it is let down to the demands of the frivolous and shopping gossips who want a place to run into in the afternoon and see who is there. He knows that the preformers, as rule, treat the thing as a makeshift, the sooner over the better, and, unless he has got an appointment at the theater he does not waste any time with it. But your regular she matinee-goer takes to it with a curious feminine avidity, for it is here only that she can exhibit with out fear of censure all the charming cussedness of her sex. She can be as

rude as she pleases, so long as men do

the bottom, and connect with the top nozzle by a flexible tube. Finally ad-

just the light at such distance from the condensers that the greatest possible amount is concentrated into the space occoupied by the emission nozzle Having adjusted all this, and filled the tank, remove the cork from the nozzle, and let the water stream out in a bucket on the floor. The effect is beautiful, even on this small scale. The jet is like a stream of living fire; and if you have colored glasses and slip them alternately into the ordinary slide-stage of the lantern, you get blood-red, blue, or what color you desire. All this is owing to "total reflection." If the water did not issue, and the cork was replaced by a ground-

glass stopper with flat polished ends

not see it. She can block the passage-

ways, abuse the ticket-taker, slam the seats, get up and down during the performance, chatter loudly, make all sorts of mean remarks about her acquaintances' bonnets and even guy the performance with sly womanly simpering and giggling.

chose to receive these people and stay at home, instead of going on a visit to

his grandfather, on the adjacent farm.

as previously arranged, he did not care.

That evening came another letter

Brother Ben.

from

"Dear Sabra: Told my friends you'd take them, and they are coming right along. Try to nurse up the 'squire; he's very poorly; His wife is a good little soul, but she don't know

anything about sickness. Hendle's a

nice little boy, and you'll like Amy I'll try and run out by-and-by: but business is very pressing this summer" "Well, I'll have to bake, do up the window-curtains, and put clean sheets and slips on the beds, then they may ome any time," said Mrs. Gaston, after a moment's thought. "Like Amy? That's the daughter, I suppose. Likely. I actually dread that girl! 1 know! I've seen too many city young ladies." Just then, wheels rumbled up and stopped at the door. "Sakes alive! the stage!"

Yes, and out stepped a pale gentle-

man, with a little boy in his arms, and

two ladies. Forest had gone: Mrs.

Gaston stood alone in the door-way.

"Is this Mrs. Gaston? We are the Walcotts. Your brother---" began the

pale gentleman, breathlessly, putting

down the little boy. "Come right in!"cried Mrs. Gaston. "You're all tuckered out. I'm glad to see you all, though I wasn't quite

But the Gastons were not unrefined.

If Mrs. Gaston occasionally made a

grammattical error, it was due greatly

to that habit of conversation, with un-

educated people about her. Her son had a more than ordinary good education. and with agricultural tastes, a passion for books. He had long ex-

hausted the better part of the town

library, and, like Oliver Twist, was

hungry' "for more."

Mr. Walcott gave him permission to use the trunkful- of books he had brought as if they were his own, and sent Amy to display them to him; while Mrs. Wolcott gave him her

sympathy and admiration equally.

"Such a splendid young saxon!" said she laughing, to her husband. "Just the one for Amy." It was certainly very suggestive of something of this kind that Forest gave up his sea-shore trip, and read, and drove, and played chess with Miss Amy, during all the long summer. As I have said, the Gastons were neither unrefined nor uneducated, but they did lack the liberal culture of art and modern literature. The Walcotts

opened to them a delightful world,

which did not end in Amy renovating the gloomy parlor with graceful drapery; art panels, statuettes and gem pictures. She grew as dear to Forest's mother as to herself---indeed, she always declared she loved her first ; and, when two years of loving con-

summated in marriage, Mrs. Gaston

had no predjudice against the altera- tions made in the old house at the sug- gestions of Forest's wife. She gave her preference to bamboo and velvet

it by the open window of the sittingroom for Mr. Walcott. It wasn't exactly the conventional

a tisoeiviiig ooarners. nuttne tirea

ready." she confessed, tipping the cats, out of the chintz rocker, and placing

the light from the lantern would be

thrown horizontally into the room. But it meets the stream of water on every side at much more than the angle of total reflection, and so it cannot get out, but is reflected from side to side all down the stream, making it brilliantly luminous by the small motes in the water. Put your hand in the jet and it is bathed in light that light which cannot get out of the stream except where you thus break it up. Measurement of Radiant Energy Among the European scientists light and heat have usually been regarded as essentially different things. Of late years however, some observers have held that both were only different

manifestations of radiant energy. By

the use of a Rutherfurd grating and a delicate thermal balance. Professor

Langley, of the Allegheny (Penn.) Observatory recently suceeeded in obtaining for the first time full and exact measurement of the distribution of energy in a pure spectrum, where no lens or prism had been used, and of fixing its relative amount, as determined accurately by the wave-lengths of light in all parts of the visible spectrum and in the ultra red. Mr. Langley's paper will be found in full in Science. The essential result is of high theoretical interest." It is, that heat and light as received from the sun are now experimentally proved, so far as such measurements can prove it, to be in essence the same thing. The old delineations of essentially different curves representing heat lnd light must be banished hereafter from text-books. The old views on this subject can no longer be maintained, even by European men of science, who are prepossessed in their

favor. This result, fulfilling what was almost a prophecy when made, a quar-

ter of a century ago, by the elder Dra-

per, and being due largely to means which, science owes to Mr. Rutherfurd, may, if. obtained, be most fairly claimed as largely due to the two Americans whose names have just been cited.

The Merits of De Musset. Saturday Review. It is very noteworthy that Mr. Swin-

burne, whose poetical charity is gen-

erally wide, has spoken of Musset, and perhaps of Musset alone among the poets of distinctly high rank, with contempt and injustice. Moreover, if there had not been this personal element in the matter there have been

other reasons for depreciation. Mus-

set's Byronism is undeniable, and Byronism has not been popular in England lately. Moreover, the pupil imitates the master not merely in certain silly and irritating affectations of manner, but also in willful disregard of the niceties of poetical form. His exquisite ear and his admirable lyrical talent save him, indeed, from Byron's worst malts. But still no expert in French prosody, or in the French poetical lexicon, would attempt to deny that Musset's verse frequently seems limp and shapeless, beside the bronze of Hugo and the alabaster of Gantier. Nevertheless, no sound and catholic criticism can attempt or desire to depreciate his merits. Putting aside the extraordinary dramatic faculty of which enough has been said, he had yet qualities enough to furnish forth a poet of any but the very first class. Nothing of the kind excels the throbbing passion of "L'Ankalouse" or the half-marticulate melody of "SaintBlaise, a la Zuecca," No one, except Heine only, has better mixed playfulness and pathos.

California News. The extracts which the T. C. recently gave from the "Society Rules," about to be published for the education of the Bric-a-Brac's, met with such a demand that he now adds a few intended especially for young men, those previously quoted being principally for the gentler sex. As a manual for ballroom etiquette it is unequaled: "When

you enter a house, after making your

devoir to the hostess, stand in a debonnaire sort of fashion near the entrance to the ball-room, with forefinger of left hand in wastecoat pocket, the right upraised, twirling the end of your mustache. Calmly survey the girls, as if taking their points. If you and any of the dear creatures looking at you, half close your eyelids and give her a glance, as though saying 'ta-ta.' Then another yawn, and with an air of intense weariness, as if bored with everything around, advance leisurely to the girl whom you have selected to favor with

the next waltz. Never commit such a gaucherie as to assume you could be refused, but, with a lazy air, put out your hand, saying, 'This is mine, I believe,' and whirl her off into the mazy dance before she has time to reply to you. Should she be engaged to the young fellow just approaching to claim her, all the better; you are 'all right.' Possession is nine points of the law, you know. "There are invariably present a number of young ladies whom interest and policy point out to you for 'duty' dances. They give good dinners, large balls or they belong to the exclusive set, and it looks well to be seen among them. A quadrille, or lancers, is all you need venture with them, being careful to return them to their chaperon immediately the dance terminates. It is a painful fact that the eminently desirable girl, in a wordly point of view, is generally any thing but an agreeable or attractive one. Why this is thus explained by the law of compensation. "Should there be any pretty, foolish

little thing present to whom you have been rather devoted for a ball or two past, let prudence keep you away from her vicinity, till, seeing her eyes expressing the anxiety she has not the sense to disguise, give yourself the relaxation from duty of just one turn with the poor girl, if only to bring the smiles back on those rosy lips. This has a good effect on your own enjoyment of the evening, a feeling of benevolence being a wonderful thing for the expansion of the organ termed a heart. "Supper-getting is a nuisance, ruining one's gloves and making one feel like a waiter. Should, therefore, a young lady suggest a supper, assure her supper is bad for "young people, and very detrimental to lightness in dancing. "Choose the time for your own supper when the crowd have been fed. You see a cozy nook where a piquant married woman is surrounded by edibles and bottles innumerable. You naturally are delighted to make one of the party serving her, but somehow you sink into a chair at her side and become the waited on, sharing her supper (brought by the other fellows) with all the coolness imaginable. "Always be calm. Never show the

least suspicion of emotion of any kind.

Let the women make love to you---you'll find plenty to do it---the poor sex being impregnated with what our French cousins so beautifully term besoin d'aimer, and you thereby escape responsibility and being called to book, &." The hints on society life are varied--- we have not space to enumerate them all, but feel the above will illustrate the value of the book to the jeunesse doree of our city. How They Get India Rubber Rubber Era. Having passed fully three years on the southwest coast of Africa as trader for an English firm, I will endeavor to describe the manner in which India rubber is procured in that country, as India rubber formed the staple produce of the district where I was located. The natives are in a very rude, uncivilized condition. They have no currency and do all business by bartering the native products for manufactured stuffs. Their wealth consists chiefly in the number of slaves they possess, who fish, hunt and keep their plantations in good order. When rubber has to be collected from four to ten slaves get their flint muskets in order, each carrying in addition a long, sword shaped knife called a machete, a number of calabashes or jars to collect the juices of the rubber vine, and a little food that has been cured in smoke, as they can find plenty of sustenance in the bush without carrying it about with them from place to place. The vines are in some cases near to the towns, but generally the natives have to go several days' journey into the bush before they can sit down and commence business. The vine itself is of a rough, knotty nature, about as

thick as a man's arm.

Vienna Medical School; and now she has claimed another great ornament of the faculty. Professor Dumreicher, the founder of a school of surgery which for many years will bear his name, has died in harness. The other great wielder of the healing knife in Alma Mater Rudolphina (as the Vienna University is called) is Professor Billroth, still in the enjoyment of perfect health. Every surgical "alumnus" who has risen to fame hails from one of these two schools, whose chief difference consists in the after treatment of wounds. Signs that his nervous constitution was seriously beginning to suffer under the stress of work, had not been wanting for some time past, and even twenty years back did Skoda

diagnose a "Vitium cordis" in his calleague. But the temptation to go on working when once a high position had been won, proved irresistibly powerful, and now we hear that the hard-worked AEsculapian has succumbed to nervous affection connected with the old heart ailment which for so many years warned him not to over-exert himself. It was but a few weeks ago that Professor Dumreicher, giving way to the entreaties of his family and friends, consented to pass a short season of "villegiature" on his estate in Dalmatia. But he must have felt even then that it would soon be all over with him, for he insisted on being accompanied to the distant coast lands by his whole family. His forebodings have proved but too well founded, for last week the great surgeon breathed his last, surrounded by those dear to him. A year ago a patient called on the Professor and received the following opinion: "My dear Herr H---- ," said Dumreicher, "you and 1 have the same complaint. We are booked. It is but a matter of time with us; and, as you insist on knowing the truth, not a very long time either!" Herr H---- died on the same day as Dum-

Even the hills and mountain sides for

miles around, which are densely shaded by the grand old forests, are covered with a network of macadamized roads and foot-paths that have been built at great expense for the use of those, who come here to spend the summer months. When gambling was prohibited, eight years ago, it was predicted that Baden-Baden was doomed, and would cease ever after to be the fashionable resort of former years, but these predictions have not been realised. During the past season all the hotels and pensions have been crowded with visitors, from all parts of the world. The Badeblatt, the village paper which publishes daily the arrivals registered at the hotels, and which sums up in every issue the sum total of strangers since the opening of the present season, already records the number at 43,756. This is considered by the natives (the shop-keepers, hotel-keepers, etc) the "high tide" of prosperity. At the present time there is probably more royalty and nobilty in Baden-Baden to the square inch than in any place in Europe. The streets and promenades

swarm with Princes and Princesses, Counts and Countesses, Dukes and Dutchesses, Viscounts and Viscountesses, Barons and Baronesses, Marquises and Marchionesses, and all variety of titled aristocracy. It would be dilficult to swing a cat or throw a stone without hitting a title in some direction. To be in Baden-Baden without a title of some kind, a person is "no where," so to speak, and is on a par, socially, with the waiters and shop-

keepers. The Russians comprehend

the situation when they prepare to leave their native country to travel abroad. Those who are not Princes, Dukes, or Counts by inheritance, are permitted by royal authority to wear the titles when journeying in foreign lands. This is the reason why we find all the hotels in Germany, Switzer land and elsewhere so full of Russian "nobles." German titles are also equally plenty, and are to be encountered at every return. All the little principalities and duchies which compose this new Empire of Germany are like so many mushroom beds, from which are constantly springing up and multiplying every year a new crop of Dukes, Counts, Princes, etc. There are also swarms of titled nobility in France, and before the late war Baden was overrun with them, but since the late "unpleasantness" all Frenchmen have given Germany and its watering places a wide berth, and it is seldom, even now, ten years since the last gun was fired, that we hear French spoken among the crowds ot people that flock from all parts of Europe.

faoiwccbwra Church liais the rgnutaf 8jL. i.Aitw rkUi& hnfch .on tJie

rJAri i rnitr24i. h&vilisr tiwn corn

feted when thetnncvioif xvotre i w , :

gois, who founded it in tnf jw XHt &ndcd A for nunneiyt m y

eaone in Koire Daroe St eltortlvfrtter wrd. ir de Bourgeois! ti .ordr tn taiiriettrs patent, for t?; -HJfreb slie wabuildins:. mide two journeys

i fii ftfi i r wn;cu hi

to France? Unvfiist or w.a?. ui vaov wsis fruitless, but tho second? in ih vih KucocS-ft:E Ainong tl;- wepRr arfes Madame B?Fifc&voU"-.wet with tllrsng this visit was Bumii 'de

A Fashionable Chicago Boarding-

House Sensation.

reicher!

An Owl's Revenge. English Journal. A remarkable instance of intelligence shown by an owl in conceiving and carrying out a project of vengeance on a farm laborer, who had destroyed

a whole family of young ones before they had gained the requisite strength to take wing, is related by a French provincial journal. An owl had built its nest in an old oak tree, which grew near a farm in the commune of Beauvry. Its mate had laid during the month of July several eggs, which in due time developed into a promising progeny of young birds. A farm laborer, moved by a sentiment of aversion for owls, which is common in country parts, determined a few days ago to cut short the lives of the young ones, and choosing a favorable opportunity, put his project into execution. The infant owls were taken away from the maternal nest and massacred, but by what followed, it will be seen that the parent birds did not allow the tragical fate to remain unavenged. On several evenings succeeding that during wrhich the nest had been plundered, the villager returning from the field re-

marked the male owl flying in an agitated manner round the farm, biding its time, and at length the right moment arrived. The young man who

had so ruthlessly exterminated the brood of owls was crossing the threshold of the farm at dusk, when the bereaved bird swooped down upon him from the tree where it was keeping watch, and with surprising swiftness tore out his left eye with its claws,

The intolerably pain caused by this

sudden attack made the victim swoon

away. When he recovered conscious-

ness, and had had his wound dressed, he related the circumstances, under which he had received it, and a search was instituted to discover whether the owl was still lurking in the vicinity.

No traces of it were, however, to be

it'L ;ia-i vThi Tiohleinan hnd in his.

il;a." whuj. ' , , possession a-smaH image of trie Y)0pib . said to.be -c do wed with rairaelilovlrtne. which haH teeh' revere4 XyJP '' falnily for at least -a' centriry. ; This ; Mage-he was defJrous 'of fcavinff re-; " nved to Montreal, and a chapel? erected for its r:Ceptton. ft was atoifce concluded tbat the im should; 1 M transferred to Montreal to Houseeiiirs Church, where to the e-reat joy oi&he inhabitan ts, on the 2mh of J tmej t 'VWS, the principle stones; were iar -with much solemnity, and 6i August ' - J3 1075T riiass was performed ' for? the : fi&t time in the new church. Neatly eighty years aftet ward it wasionsini eby fire, and remaineil iaa $iati? of rnn seventeen yeaiSi Wheti its re bdildine v?i undertaken, ! and 011 Jisne SO; 1 672. ife was again open to pifbiic" worship." Many years sgo; 4 wfc bought from the ftiste of tlu; cahgregation of the Fabriqiiv of the pVish, to wh m it still belong. It is' c4iipletely A anmed in by , warehouses iven a atriii of arround oftly ight or-

t,.i feat in width ' extending along its

side lieing occupied :,y small-torej becmbertoth was the foriieth anniiersary of the instaliatipn of the, R4v. James B. SliftW, D. B s pastor of the Brick Presbyterian Church, Rochester, N. Yl His jar-tracted pasp toate has Iwen markef by numerous. . revivals and by constant additions to, ( tbf church memliershipV 1,82H person hJving been reeeivedF on - con fessi q a dicing forty years. Thi church V nw has l, member?. On Tuesday; -evening congratulations 'were extended " to" Dr. 3 Shaw by nearly al the prominent clergy !; of "the eijly at a public meeting held in the . ct&rch. He waswdhsd uno to make thl closing addre?5s, after Dr; AndeKion add othershad spokehv He remted thit an injunction had beemHwerB bu -hi.n, and he could not say all faiynuKi Idle to, but this much he wuld yin Xfi h&d remained a bacbelbr &&v ?

THIS FAIR DIAMOND DEALER.

tlRit ne woiuci a ever nayjifr .hvw,w r4ohH fortieth aniversary. Insreacl!

of'ithat he would bave bmi Un poorcisii

Chicago Tribune. There was an intensely dramatic scene just about the time the theater curtains were being rung up last night in a fashionable boarding-house at No. 1,218 Michigan avenue. The cast was a strong one; in fact, it may be said

that all were artists in their particular lines. There were detectives Wiley and Elliot, armed with a warrant

which they had been ordered to serve, and any one who knows these detec- tives will acknowledge that they are

stars of the first magnitude. The emotional role was well taken by Mrs. Florence Willard. She was the only lady boarded whose arrest the warrant called for. It is, therefore, needless to say that, lacking no incentive for passion, the lady fairly excelled not only

her own expectations, but those of her intimate friends. Her little daughter

did the pathetic. Then there was the injured female, Mrs. Parker, of Milwaukee, and, finally, there was Mrs. Parker's mother, the proprietress of the

caravansary. The latter, if she felt any remorse for such a sensation being

found, but the young man will have

reason to remember the lodger in the old oak tree, since for the rest of his life he will have to make one eye do duty for two.

and grows

Extravagance of French Actresses. The stranger who comes to Paris and does more than merely see the ordinary sights can not fail to have been struck by the important part that actresses and demimondaines- often synonymous terms play in the life of the great city. They set the fashions; they are received in the saloons of the haute finance; they are to be at the theater always in the best places; many of them live in very elegant style, and are apparently never in want of money. In short their influenee is very great. But how much of their elegance is "white elephant?" With the exception of Patti and Nilsson, both foreigners, and Judic, who earns some 200,000 francs a year in France and in Prussia, there are but few millionaires among the actresses of Paris. Grizette is rich through her marriage, and lives in comfortable opulence; and is, moreover, an excellent mother, But the others? Some of these women will, perhaps, manage their affairs better some day, for they have plenty of talent and are handsomely

way of receiving boarders, but the retired people thought they never had heard or seen anything more deliglitful. As for Mrs. Gaston, she entirely forgot the objectionable "girl." she only saw four gentle and rather tired faces, and

was immediatley in her element

in the furnishing of the new parlors, and willingly consigned the black hair cloth to a spare room, and wit a porch here, a bay-window there; and half-hid in roses, the old farm-house is the most picturesque as well as the happiest of homes.

ministering to the needy. She took the hats and dusters, and brought a pitcher of sparkling water and a slice of homemade bread and butter little

Long before he came to the wedding, Brother Ben, still deep in city trade, had written to inquire "how Sabra liked the Walcotts."

pet poodle licked her face while she was in her agony, and the poison on her lips killed the dog. The woman will recover.

TABLE GOSSIP.

A lunatic at Monroe, Mo., bent down a branch of a willow tree and hanged himself with it.

Large cotton factories are to be built at Charleston, Vicksburg and Louisville. Southern capitalists are becom-

ing convinced that they can manufac-

George William Curtis' Opinion of the Bernhardt. Harper's Magazine. To charming gifts of nature she adds

the most skillful training in the best of

schools, and amid the most inspiring

and chastening of traditions. That

firm grasp of genius which distinguished Rachel she has not, and yet comparison is inevitable, not only because she is the most noted member of the French Comedy since Rachel, but because she appears in Rachel's parts. There could be greater contrast, however, than the first evening of the two women in America. Adrienne Leconvreur is all ''color," and the heroine moves through it in an ever-shift-ing splendor of costume. It is especially adapted to a miscellaneous popular audience. It was in Corneille's Les Horaces that Rachel first appeared a drama bald in its antique severity, and absolutely without relief of circumstance or "color." Her costume was a simple fine woolen drapery. Her movement as she entered upon the bare and desolate scene was not incredit regina, nor did she "walk in beauty like the night;" it was a still, statuesque presence, the mournful motion of a woman who forecasts her doom. In other words, it was action informed with genius, end the mind

Henderson, that made the boy's

shine.

eyes

ture as well as raise cotton. Mary Stover, of Grand Rapids,

Mich., took a dose of strychnine. A

Because supper isn't ready, and

"Exceedingly!" she answered.'" And that girl has been the blessing of my life."

Emile Zola is now a writer on the Paris Figaro. in a recent feuilleton he

was at once caught up into the play of passion, unmindful of costume or accident. A shrewd candidate for the Legislature in Wyoming ran on the issue that a flush royal ought to beat four aces. and was elected though his political party was in the minority. The people couldn't vote against their convic-

tions.

to a

length of fully 200 feet, its leaves are glossy, like those of the South American rubber tree, and a large fruit, much liked by the natives is gathered from it. I have tasted it, and found it very palatable, being slightly acid. This vine (what its scientific name is I don't pretend to know) yields several grades of rubber, each of different commercial value, the best quality being, taken from the highest part, and-the poorest from the bottom. With their knives, or machetes, the natives slash the vine in several places and put broad leaves directly underneath the wounds for the juice to drop on, and which being of a strong adhesive nature, none of it gets lost. When the top part of the vine is bled, calabashes, or jars, are placed with their openings to the wounds, so that none of it may drop on the branches of the tree, and so get lost; but it is not often they trouble themselves climbing, unless the vines happen to be scarce in the vicinity. The entire day they devote to cutting; next day they gather what was cut the day previous, and so on. Each evening, after collecting, they put all the juice they have into several iron pots, or earthen vessels of native manufacture, and boil it: at the same time they can greatly improve the lowest quality by adding a little salt, and the more they boil the juice the better it becomes. When sufficiently boiled the water is poured off, and the juice is allowed to cool, when it is fashioned according to the grade---ball, flake, mixed, or tongue and is ready for the market. In this way about twenty or thirty pounds a day is generally collected. It is then taken to the factory, and there exchanged for guns, cloth, rum, etc. When it is received at the factory it is carefully marked, classed, weighed, and put into casks for shipment. It contains so much water that 20 per cent is deducted, from the weight of each cask, as that is about the amount of shrinkage on the voyage. This is, however, a loss to the native, as it is deducted from him when selling. This vine from my personal observation, to be found from Sierra Leone in the North to Vunsembo in the South, but along the coast line it is rapidly becoming extinct, as the natives are so careless or rapacious that in many cases they completely sever the vine thus killing it, instead of simply bleeding it. The Death of a Great Surgeon. Vienese Letter to the London World. On Friday was laid to rest in the cemetery of the Graz, a shining light in the world of medicine. But a few weeks have passed since mother earth look back to her bosom Professor Skoda, one of the pillars of the new

produced at her house, was cautious

not to in terfere w i t h h er daughter's welfare. The parts of the supernumeraries were excellently iilled by the male and female boarders. :.. The; plot upon which 13 built the superstructure of this now boarding house -drama is exceedingly thin and'gauzy.; And &s produced last night, the dialogue w&s awkward, heavy, and even profane at timei, Mrs. Willard is a widow lady who has traveled extensively, and who, 1 resides being refined and we'll-educated, is a blue-stocki eg to the extent of having written a volume or two about the. Franco-Prussian war, and several more about ttie women .-who did heroic deeds on -.fields of battle and in the hospitals drring the conflict. 8he suddenly finds herself swamped financially, During the several mouths she has lieeu at. the boarding house, she has oulybeen able to pay one-half her bill. She has fine jew airy, however, and this catches the eye of Mrs. Parker, who isS fond of- such articles, and bavides lias the wherewithal to a fiord them. Through the medium of the landlady; the daughter is apprised of ilr-j. Willard!s embarrassment, and like Pise Mrs. W. is made aware of the . laugh teris wish to purchase jewelry, i pair of diamond ear-rings,, a cluster uiamond ring, and some other articles, which Mrs. Willard values ?at $750 to Si.f-OO, and which i-he claims to have

stick that ever tm posed on tn creduHtrv; ofia congrega tion He attributed rwuclv ofaiis success to ids patience and tli, msnamitv 6f his congregati Mfc imi

wArtUk iiowii to ilie ecxiiDJ

child. His conscious weaKQtes nau aa ainir bVen hie greatest strength,nd air tlrt he had accomplished had cbn j dene in the strati gth of the liora, 4 S)r. Prime difrjourses, sagel;r In t tUt ' ... la:it Observer on the dn e folly of ,1, rifkiculing oth " people's religious,. s ji vi'iws. He tells liow one eesing; xu this city he was a t :i .public meeting- in - a Baptist cnureii, with, raiuisfers of -seyemtdirTeinU enondnadcais, wheij ai4 ap timm 'tola a story the ppifcEb oji.j

winch was to make light of mo rite of ; ; baptism Ivy irnrmrsion. The td tae ;

trifiig must have been pamfui to msrsf ,s y-. . T , I ,;Ji.i,f,viwiAr ntrson ...m tlie house. ' ; Jk-i

ell. .i . .-.v vita va m.-w irj'n mmu'

mlide a matter of leUe wiUHiisirjtiian.LJ: .J f.; t& h.nHsm ofi niants by sprinkling y ,

si.n. .Wbeh a Baptist speaks m 4tbaby;f ;.; v I if Mj.:..uiMni iwiA-Rftntist sneaks or . - s-i

bth onentier-i j Eaii. vm"v; ;j cAnni. Ic ilikeioanner the amens or : the Methodists md the l5orms and. vJlstments of Episcopalians are otteny oi wle tun of by 1 bose vho thuot stop f t& reflect that peculiaritiesaT the vamt oAi arUn . i ltaVtfs i n oxieH system , an a

wihover laughs .tjwifc vvoundsti the.

Oourt ofAMuilridhas

ih1!! Sunnme

nLniiv on firmed, as in conformity

vr.uvT -,

with the

twe Minis

An th tribunal in Cawdonsa, the'

condemning to t:vo months imprison vA'Mt. si mail who had refused to tw&;

hSs hatoff on ire?ting aHs 1' t cession of the tate OtJurt-lr ni xtmi silreet: aud the1 S3ind to two tnennaf r

cArrectional impnonment a mac no :

e spirit of ' the Constitution liaterial circulars, ttaMentegtoJ rihiinal?' in Catalonia, the'ffrStf

tsaets, Isolds to

These a om the aaptvffftos&TWi?i hA rmhlic manitestatfsOns tm-

ouhlic

ii-arv to the .State rehgton, ana jojmiuvWhv Mm legislation oi the rest'Sm-

rfen exactly. 'as the hawking of Bi ind tracts ande meetings.

tetants

outside leculariy aathor d j

tr

li'kd delivered aiv .address to some. p-:a; -1

a1m&. assini i til in a mresums wr - , -:

:irs of the i pledged rorbuo m .csew xorE,areunaithe list of j Jy knocked down to Mrs. lJarker for tlie

i verv reasouaoie sum 01 $ow; miv; wn-

paid, and the approach of age will doubtless remind them at length that

they can net be eternally stars of the first magnitude, First on the list of

the improvident and spendthrifts must

be Sarah Bernhardt, always head over ears in debt, and Jeanne Granier, who earns 60,000 francs a year at the Renaissance and 20,000 francs in her holiday tours; Marie Heilbron, who has had millions and spent them. But the rest are constantly sustaining an almost helpless struggle against old debts, you see them in the Bois in fine carriages, and dressed by the first milliners and tailors. But the bills are not paid. Almost all the charming young ladies of the Palais Royal, the Boulles, the Renaissanee, the Gymnase, the Vaudeville, are in a chronic state of indebtedness. After all, it must be remembered that the earnings of most of these ladies on the stage itself are modest, and that even in Paris the list of nabobs is limited. The European Saratoga. Springfield Republican. What Saratoga is to the United States as a fashionable Summer resort, Baden-Baden is to Germany and Continental Europe. For more than half a century it has been the Mecca of

more wealthy and aristocratic pilgrims

who have sought its gaming tables, its

celebrated mineral baths, its fine ho-

tels, its beautiful walks and drives, and

its high-toned society, than any other

In fin ' ... , .

much more, easily round: out untortu-

laid suddenly evinces a desire to return to the East, aud the over-watchful landiad3',after cogitating oxkr the state of affairs, concludes to have' the newly purchased jewels valued by -an expert. Mr. Bencock is consulted, anil he modestly estimates the lot at-$200. The daily course of things at? the boardinghouse is deeply mavred in cousequen0?, and Uu culmination of the play is speedilv brought about by the entrance of the ollieers armed with their warrant; The last scene of the last act discloses Mrs. Willard behind the bars of one of

those eioomv. dismal aud m-ventma-

teu

iy

lady

in av

wher

the penitentiary for fifteen' years, sooner than restore one nickel of the $500, for the sale was made in perfect good

i faith.' The Glricers. are bidding her a kindly yet pitiful adieu . She Iras tired

tnem out completely wan ner mws&nt chatter, about the case, : and they are beside footsore and weary in chaa-

i injr about town in the endeavor to tind

nUm of woithiji areprommicu ' $ - ; $ h

J Tho congregation of St sVm'Z ' V

llyder, sfrom going., -wj V-Jfw- ; r. - n

fthey have promised to pay t te sn (KM oivthe eh arcli if he wvu-r

itx tJnicago, aua iw' auwV . kens to raise the money. On fct

kst lie nu de 0 us Droptit)ion co a. ,.4 4 knirregatron : 'wfil vej yt -unlit; , v -ih lirsfc da iu .Taimarytex i m , - - 4

i Mete thesubsi3r;s3fcin tpa WffiT 1, '1 1 j ; ndebtedneis of Plains ".XaiUWjV I J; f , ; 4

lebteuness is sat siaecomy s1?

Provided ior,T will accede wtyoar.i nicst, and remain your wx ; it f i

tn i. C-MO ( tlT.t ! 1)11,1, l'?JtSV -V

i 4 . ' . .1 ; ..1..., n ii.siin nniii,. Kiti .

rooms in the Msemen t oriae rni- . ' ";v r r l : t :

Known as tne wituessTooai. ,xm 5:::....U.A5al.rl

fiAniAiiiiPfi nerseif noaxse ? ftxr: noon v twumj

OWinff sne ouiu go w njww Mprvuu w w I'VVrrvC ljtf'-i

e sealskins are not worn, or go to Mrismiagvj trQ y in uJy

.

si nromiuent American statesman, for-

its Kr ftamtaiieti n Part,, with -.whom

! titft n nifi n dhilnmn i lo. fti .'iimin lance.

watering place in Europe. Baden-

Baden is situated in the beautiful little valley of the Oos, within the borders of the Black Forest and three miles distant from the main line of the Frankfort and Bale Railway, with which it is connected by a branch road of its own. It is a small village of about 5,000 inhabitants, most of whom

during the Summer months. The place owes its celebrity more to its gaming tables than to its mineral baths. From 1808 until 1872, at which time, by royal decree, all gambling was prohibited in Germany, it was the most noted gambling plae in all Eu-

1 well shoW:i-bv5k)ht!ribution of auttey

natelv she did not know where or how

to reach any of them. The lateness of the hour compelled them to lea ve their prisoner over night in decidedly un

comfortable quarters, "rue omki was nhopeiessucssfor,the . pr spared theineonvcnlenee of beuiglock 'ilLatiou With the Vtiufi

fen. there being little .ttielMciflfereiKse,?. ;; Without an exei ptiou they ejoy t telt .

Northern home, ami no not wisn r i?- r Urn to the Territory. They will uMi , v

knately o back ts teachers ot mwxm Won,- There are three tribes .renrewan

fed the C:eekf Cherokee, and CHo? , i!taw." F6iKteea-is therfcote wtAim': ntn the beginning of ijuch itsflhool av -jithis is to be, there are maoy t ftis.buii Suone more absolute and j !i;i.pordivi, .

1 than a iioiuvy. Those having reter snoo S books to would aid th? ins dtu- ? j tion .greatly by criviu themjUvitj, andiSr apireciatiut ' M interest" in -ilV -

extooiiv's -nhilatithiwie worn eam 9

ml u with f-.ht mnthei'. n. hidv ftietiit it

i' .... . " r '

are shopkeepers and those who cater to the wants of the throngs of visitors

before Justice Wallace upoit a charge of obtaining money by falsso pretenstf . Grant and His Arab Steeds. WmiiiU!itoii Oor, fhihutolphhx Thej. ueral Gran t bore hi msel f wh ii e

here with great modesty and dignity,

gas well as booka. ' ' . f ? V..; v

Tho P russian -, Government profess

orent of rftn

ntforoMt

la?t

M?esiKicalU, :t?.w IV,

jhe uvea iii of e-memding a pence, Aith; Siv the reii'Ctior f.-of that miasuve the-1

nn

rtoriai vx lue uwuo.ni.i.'wt ww .vwvm'-;.ibi , . .

ISsiied. 'Hie Mil rstry, ui?rny, iieuw . - -

IKetkni iu the i.atw;,: Ttiey -wotil H'ky : JJ m.

snow asatmefiu, t xiietnan t , iu i-.m-. .i.-4ai .., wzi

He and Ned Beale, at whose house he stayed stuck close together. They are both very fond of horses, and in this they are congenial. Both have had rough experience in the West, and both have been great travelers. One day they spent on Beal's farm in Mary- land, where he has about a hundred

rope. The millions of money that has changed hands over the green-covered

tables in the gilded rooms of the Con-

versationshaus would more than pay the national debt of any one of the Eu-

ronean Governments, The nrorits of both have been ia'eat travelers. -,0ii. .1 The'Cuvisfcift i Advocate i1b.lft.eff thitt ; , V.; ;

ropean Governments. The profits of

gambling to the proprietors of the

green-covered tables have made BadenBaden the enchanting spot that it is.

horses, including the two celebrated Arabian stallions. What good are these

stallions anyhow? They merely stand round and look pretty, and have never

Money lost by the venturesome players has been spent by millions in adorning

the town and converting the country

far and near into a magnificent park. It is like Chatsworth, in England, only differcnt. Beautiful avenues, prome nades and drives, bordered by rows of majestic oaks, hedges and flowing shrubbery, extend in all directions.

done a stroke of work since they arrived. While the General was looking at them he slapped one of them on the rump, and he showed as clean a pair of heels as was ever seen, and came near knocking the great soldier's head off.

the reason foirihe dUne ot onte Ttir

bortant oUurob.es 'is4;t UaH. : t Hot orttejai Inembcrs are withou fc .genufcKie. f.hv with Ihe imiirtfitv or Sfwb'-Wtifet

iiration. iHto&i 'ufii to1 'tij&l tbatthi V

T -a s-- - i . , . f. m . m ,

lleeiriV-; .hendxgi e&a ;heiww: i - f

main at home. - uwio. iwiihiw

nettft ami Droi iiriY &-,uuiu;us .

oartnf the mar ao wonlnUi