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Spring in the Preterite.
lam rich, but I'm old : could I think as I thought
Of the spring-, blessed thing, could I drink as I
In Hfe's°early May-time, the burgeoning spring;
In life's mrty May-time, toe burgeoning spring;
Could I joy with the flowers, and with the birds
Could the season but bring back what it once to
•. me brought, : . - - ■
"With sounds that I heard then when up too
All tho spring sproiight: for the glee it once
All the wvrW would I give for the glee it once
-Oh! to love I loved and to live as I lavet
I see the farmer come blithely enough
To tickle the earth with the nose of his plough;
He is hale he is hearty, he is ruddy although
He vet feels the lingering trace of a cough
•That he caught in the winter, when what should
he do -
But in his shirt-sleeves mend fences while
fiercely it mewl
The hens are all clucking, and high the cows
The rakes show their teeth at the spade and the
hoe,
.From the barn all the wagons and carts are now
wheeled.
And the Held feels the freshness for mouths it's
jiot feeled.
New York World.
BTJEIED IN THE FLAME.
BY COI'LTEK KUXTON.
"It is very true, Kathleen," said Ed
jrar Fitzgerald, with a quiet laugh, as
H>ut of his large blue eyes, in which
there slept the spirit of good-nature, he
rßhot rays of fun into the dark, flashing
ones of his companion — "it is very
true," he repeated, "I wasn't born with
a silver spoon in my mouth, as the say
ing is, notwithstanding I was blessed
irom the moment I saw the bright sun
with a reasonable share of good luck.
When I came into this beautiful world,
Kathleen — made all the more pleasant
by your presence, niavourneen — the
cats didn't mew, nor the dogs bark — a
sure sign, the okl lady said who attend
ed on my advent, that my days would
pass in peace, and that the love of my
heart 'd be safe in that of the girl who
•was born to be my helpmeet — a true
friend through all my life."
"Ah!" said the beautiful Kathleen,
with a smile and a toss of her small,
splendidly-poised head, "and, have you
found her yet. Mr. Fitzgerald?"
"By my faith, I have," said Edgar,
smiling. "She's all that my dreams
ever painted me in the form of a wo
anan. I love her, Kathleen. Ah, if
you only knew how deep down in my
ieart she has bui-ied herself!"
"Then no angel with his trumpet
calling to judgment will ever resurrect
her!"
"I hope not, Kathleen, I hope not.
Why should the darling come out of
her home into a cold world?"
"To get a little air and exercise."
"Well answered, young lady. But
I'm afraid, should the skittish, timid,
nervous creature ever get away, there' d
be no catching her again."
"Then she's a prisoner, Mr. Fitzger
ald?"
"She is, and again she is not, Kath
leen. You ought to know."
"I! How should I?"
"Misery! She wants me to answer
whafs impossible for a man."
"But how can a woman go and bury
Tierself in a man's heart, and then bo
land not be at liberty to do as she
'pleases? 11
•'Women are born logicians now,"
;exclaimed Fitzgerald, with a quizzical
look. "I always thought when a pretty
shelccn loved a man, that she didn't care
about ranging the commons, and try
ing to worry poor devils for whom she
didn't care a ha'porth."
"And who do you love, and who do
: you imagine loves you?"
Fitzgerald laughed, and stood up.
[He was a splendid specimen of young
jmanhood, and the giiTs eyes had a
•warm, soft fire in them a3 she looked
Upon him.
"And you want me to answer your
perplexing double question ?" he
asked.
"I shouldn't have asked it if I didn't
think you mannerly enough to answer
;me," she returned.
"Then I'll answer you by repeating
(one name twice. It's Kathleen — Kath
leen!"
The girl turned away her head and
ijuppressed a sigh.
: She did indeed love Fitzgerald — more
ardently, more devotedly than he sup
jposed. But there wa3 one whom she
[loved as dearly, in another sense, as her
iyoung admirer. That one was her
ifather. There had been a feud between
the Fitzgcralds and the Fawcetts for
'generations, and until now the wooing
by a son of the one the daughter of the
other had never happened. Kathleen
Jelt that a great gulf, an impassable
abyss, was between them, which neith
er could cross.
"Kathleen," abruptly spoke Fitzger
ald, "don't let us bandy words. You
know that I love you with all my heart
and soul; that I would lay down my
life if it would please yon in any way.
You know that. Now, girl, why not
speak plain. Tell me you hate me, if
you dare— love me. if you can."
"Edgar," she whispered, goins; to his
Bide, and placing one of her little hands
on one of his shoulders, "you know that
it cannot be. What if I did say that I
loved you? It would profit you noth
ing. Do you think our love for each
other would wash out forever the bitter
hatred — foolish as it is — that for centu
ries has divided our people? Love?
We who are born sworn enemies, love?
ISo, Edgar. I will tell you I do love
you. No one else has my heart but
you. But what avails it? Get my
father's consent, and I will leap into
your arms. He would shoot you down
as he would a mad dog if he thought
you cared for me!"
"I know. I know, darling, all — all
that. But Til pray and hope. There's
something tells me, Kathleen that our
Bouls will yet be united."
He stooped and kissed the beautiful
girl.
"I'll wait and pray, too, Edgar," she
xeplied, and then went away in the di
rection of her home, thinking, dream
ing, shuddering.
Edgar Fitzgerald passionately loved
the dark-eyed Kathleen, but the bitter
feud which had so long made the an
cestors of both generations uncompro
jnising enemies, placed them, as the
girl had thought and often said, so far
apart that there seemed no hope of
peace being declared between the fami
lies. Thus the young man mused as he
lay in his bed, the windows of the room
in which it was looking out upon the
homestead of the Fawcetts — a quarter
tl a mile distant— the old moss and ivy
covered stone house in which Kathleen,
the only daughter of the family, slept,
and mayhap in her dreams wandered
through grassy, flower-carpeted dells
With the man of all the world she cared
ttost for.
And while Edgar rested on his couch
Wide awake, pondering on the crosses
of love, his chamber was suddenly il
luminated with a glaring, red light.
Leaping from his cot, he ran to a win
dow. A single glance informed him
that the homestead of the enemies of
his family was in flames.
"My God!" he cried, as he tumbled
into his clothing and rushed out of the
building;. "Kathleen is in peril. I will
save her, thongh I die for it"
With the speed of the antelope he
ran across the intervening space". He
was the first to arrive.
"Ha!" he muttered, "these insane
people will think I have applied the
torch to their house. Fools! fools!
A window opened in the second story
and the young Kathleen looked out.
She recognized the presence of her
lover.
"Edgar," she cried, in a low, quiet
roice, "do not fear for me. The fire
is below. Go to the window that looks
out' on tlie garden, and break through
it. It reaches to a large pantry. Open
the door opposite that window, and you
will there find my father. He is a
heavy sleeper. Remove him before the
smoke or the flames reach him. God
bless you, darling. When you have
him clear from danger, call me."
The building was old, and the old tim
ber in it as dry as tinder. Before Ed
gar Fitzgerald could reach the window
indicated by the intrepid Kathleen, the
flames, with a loud roar, swept up the
lower corridor, and were licking at the
panels of the door behind which Mr.
Fawcett was reposing, of course uncon
scious of danger.
Edgar leaped through the window.
On opening the eutrance opposite, he
ran to the bed in which the old gentle
man was. Not stopping to awaken
him, Edgar raised him in his strong
arms, and retreated as he had entered.
He was not a moment too ioon. As he
retired long forks of flame had eaten
their way through the closed door on
the com dor, and were already dancing
■with the curtains 'that inclosed the old
fashioned bedstead.
Fitzgerald ran to the summer-house
in the garden, and there placed his
charge on a long bench. There he
slept as soundly as if he had not been
removed from his comfortable niattress
of down.
"Now for Kathleen," muttered the
lover. "Perhaps she's in danger. My
God, I hear the flames in the lower
hall! Ha! I see they have run up the
stairs — where Kathleen is!"
The thought and sight maddened
him. He rushed to the front of the old
building. There he found a number of
the Fawcett faction. These, on seeing
him, began to cry out that he must
have, in revenge, fired the house.
"Fools!" he hoarsely shouted, "do
not stand there lowering at me. Help
me to save the people within, and then
do with me as you will. Kathleen !
Kathleen!"
There was no response to his cry.
"My God!" he groaned, "she will
perish — perhaps has already been de
stroyed! Help! Help me, men!"
His quick eye caught a ladder lying
near the barn. He ran to it, and drag
ing it, he brought it to the front of the
house, and, by main strength, succeed
ed in raising it against the window from
which his idol had addressed him.
In a moment he had mounted the lad
der. On gaining the window, he leap
ed into the room in which Kathleen
slept. When he had disappeared, one
or two of the Fawcett faction ran toward
the ladder, crying:
"Let's throw this down, and let the
villain perish iv the flames of his own
making."
But three or four of the peasant wo
men, who had been attracted by the
"burning," protested, and drove the
scoundrels away from the front of the
house.
"Kathleen ! Kathleen !" again cried
Fitzgerald, as ie pushed his way
through a dense volume of smoke that
came up from below. "Kathleen!
Kathleen! my darling!" he groaned;
"where are you? Speak to me, my
love*"
She heard him not.
The young lover pushed toward the
centre of the chamber. His feet stum
bled over something, and he would have
pitched forward if his breast had not
struck against a bedpost. He stooped,
and with a cry of joy, followed by one
of terror, he touched the prostrate, in
sensible form of his Kathleen. He
raised her in his arms and staggered
toward the window.
"I have her— l have her!" he shout
ed.
Regaining the ladder with his
precious burden in his arms, he was
about to descend, when a sheet of
ffame leaped from the window and
struck him fairly in the face.
"O, God! save me!" he groaned.
"Shield her! 1 '
He reached the ground. Kathleen
was unconscious, but unhurt. The
women gathered around her, and ear
lier to a place of safety.
One or two of the more humane of
the men, who had witnessed the heroic
conduct of Fitzgerald, now came for
ward to assist him. These noticed that
his face was black and burned to a
crisp.
"O, help, help me!" he moaned.
"Will some one give a hand? I am
blind. Tue fire has melted my eyes out
of their sockets."
Again the men looked in his face.
Yes, the young giant, like Sampson,
was harmless now. He was, as he said,
deprived of sight.
The poor fellow was taken to his
home. Tbere a physician was summon
ed, who dressed "his wounds. He ex
amined his eyes, and shook his head
gravely. Edgar Fitzgerald, he said,
would never see God's light again. For
many weeks ho was confined to his
room, but his constant companion and
nurse was Kathleen, who insisted, in
order that she might the better attend
on her father 3 savior, they should be
married. Edgar demurred. He would
be a constant burden to her, he plead
ed.
"Kathleen, darliug," he whispered,
"do not sacrifice your young life. lam
content to know that I saved you from
a terrible death. That will be my
solace through all my dark future."
"No, Edgar," she said firmly, but
gently: "you saved the lives of my
father and myself, and they are yours
henceforth. Father consents. The fend
is buried in the ruius of the lost home.
Now let us live and die together. Ed
gar, it is not so long since you said you
would willingly lay down your life for
me. You've * done something more
worthy — you have lost light, and that
is the "best of all life, for my sake."
They were married, and in all Meath
there was not a more loving or more
beautiful wife than Kathleen Fitzgerald,
who always insisted that her husband
was not blind — for he could see the
world always through her loviDg eyes.
A Boston paper tells the incredible
story that an absent-minded man from
Salem, Mass., left his infant son in the
railroad depot in Boston, and did not
miss him mntil he reached home and
was asked what he "had done with that
?recious darling." He took the train
ack.
THE ST. PAUL SUNDAY GLOBE, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1881.
OEMS OF THOUGHT.
Silence does mot always mark wis
dom.
He that sips of many arts drinks of
Done.
Literature is the immortality of
speech. — Schlegel.
The purest treasure mortal times af
ford is spotless reputation.
A man must become wise at his own
expense. — Mon taigue.
Every man has just as much vanity
is he wants understanding. — Pope.
Our 'best things are near us.
Lie close about our feet.
Moderation is the silken string run
ning through all virtues.
In these days we fight for ideas, and
newspapers are our fortresses. — Seine.
To select well among old things is
almost equal to inventing new ones. —
Trublet.
11l habits gather by unseen degrees,
as brooks make rivers, and rivers run
to sea.
Be brief, for it is with words as with
sunbeams, the more they are condensed
the deeper they burn. — Southey.
There is no sorrow I have thought
more about than that to love what is
great, and try to reach it, and yet to
Fail.— George Eliot.
AH common things, each days events,
That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
— Longfellow.
The good things of life are not to be
had singly, but come to us with a mix
ture; like a school-boy's holiday, with
a task affixed to the tail of it.— Charles
Lamb.
■Be like the bird, that, halting in her flight
Awhile, on boughs too slight,
Peels them give way beneath her, and yet sings,
Knowing that she hath wings.
— Victor Hugo.
Love is the best investment of all,
save conscience and the sentiment of
duty. These are the treasure-houses of
life, the great market wherein the
shares are always rising.
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried.
Grapple them to thy sosl with hooks of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new hatched, unpledged comrade,
— Shakspeare.
Usually the greatest boasters are the
smallest workers. The deep rivers pay
a larger tribute to the sea than shallow
brooks, and yet empty themselves with
less noise. — W. a> ■■••/■•<*?•
The Man With a Eacket-
He was probably from Deadwood, or
Custer City, or the Gunnison Valley, or
from some of the other places where
they wear one shirt for three months'
and have no other wish except to die
with their boots on, no matter how;
many square feet of cowhide there is in;
them. There was only one other man
in the saloon when he entered and in
quired for five fingers of straight pizen. ;
This solitary man sat with a leg on.
either side of a chair his chin resting'
on the back of it. His eyes were half
closed, his tongue hanging out a bit,
and his mind was at rest. The new ar
rival swallowed his liquid, wiped off
his chin on his coat-tail, and suddenly
came down in front of the sleeping man
with:
"I'm from the head waters of Grizzly
River! I'm the only living reptile as
ever crossed Rattlesnake Perrary or
swum the length of Alligator Lake!"
"I've fit the hull Pawnee tribe of In-,
juns to onct! I've gone out at mid
night to tackle catamounts, and got up
airly in the morning to pull cinnamon
bars out of their dens! Pve looked
buffler bulls out of countenance, and
I've made a grizzly shake all over by
one yell!"
"Ye-e-s," drawled the man on the
chair as he drew in his tongue and
opened the other eye.
"Don't tackle me!" yelled Deadwood,
as he leaped high in air and clicked his
teeth together. "The man who tackles
me is pulp in just two seconds! Don't
sit thar and look at me that way, for;
I'm an avalanche on wheels — a land
slide with a gait of ninety miles a min
it — a tornado which plays ball with the
peaks of the Rockies! That's the rack
et I've worked ever since I was ten
days old!"
The man on the chair yawned heavi
ly, stretched his arms, aud lifted him
self up with the motion of an elephant.
"Whoop! waugh!" yelled the other.
"I've lost my notched stick, but I'll
make oath I've wiped out forty-seven
white men and over a hundred Injuns!"
The other slowly removed his old hat
and flung it on the floor. Then he
pushed up his sleeves and tightened his
belt and gave himself a shake.
"W-what's the matter, old man?"
earnestly inquired the man from Dead
wood.
The other poked his hair until it
stood up like wires, got clear of the
chair, and began to fumble under his
coat-tails.
"W-what yergwine to do, old pard?"
"Gwine fur to spile yer racket! I
don't "low nobody to jump up and down
and holier and "whoop and waugh on
me when I'm astraddle of a cheer and
sound asleep!"
"Yer don't! Then I'm dead sorry.
Fact is, I took yer for another man —
for a wall-eyed, crook-backed, knock
kneed, softy-pillar from the Calico
Flats, and I meant to make wolf-meat
of you in just 'leven Shy Ann seconds.
Shake, ole pard— put it thar! and if
that 'ere kyote behind the bar don't trot
out his choicest pizen and lots of it, I'll
slice off his infernal ears and gin 'em to
ye fur sleeve-buttons!"
A Good Memory.
The late James T. Fields possessed a
remarkable memory. Some years ago
a gentleman, thinking to puzzle him at
a dinner party, informed the guests
prior to Mr. Fields' arrival that he had
himself written some poetry, and in
tended to submit it to Mr. Fields as
Southey' and inquire in which one
of his poems the lines occurred. At the
proper moment, therefore, after ' the
guests were seated, he began: "Friend
Fields, I have been a good deal exer
cised of late in trying to find in South
ey's poems his well-known lines running
thus— can you tell us what time ,he
wrote them?" "I do not remember to,
have met with them before," replied,
Mr. Fields, ■'. "and there were only two
periods in Southey's life when such
lines could have been written by him."
"When were those?" >: asked the witty
questioner. v "Somewhere," said Mr.
Fields, "about that early period iof his
existence when he was having the
measles, and cutting his first teeth; or
near the close of his life, when his brain,
had softened and he had fallen into;
idiocy. The versification belongs _to
the measles period, but the expression]
evidently betrays the idiotic one."
— When Reuben kissed his Mary Jane,
.-- She thus rebuked the blushing swain :— . 'r
"Now yon take back that kiss again." :
— Gouverneur Herald
Thus to us did the story come . -.
For one straight hour M. J. kept mum,
While naught was heard but "yum, yum. yum."
; - — Wit and Wisdom.
HEWS BREVITIES.
Tho performance of LobahofTs trans
lation of "Le Roi Amuse" in St. Peters
burg has been stopped. It was thought
by the authorities that posters at the
street corners announcing that "the
king was amusing himself would lead
to belief that he thought there was
something humorous about the vain
plots of the nihilist.
A Philadelphia reporter has been
looking into the portits made by ven
ders who sell the coal to poor people
by the pail. He carefully measured a
ton of coal and found it contains 168
pailfuls. The dealer charges eight
cents a pail, and the poor buyer thus
"pays $13 44 for a ton, which can be
bought for $5.
German colonists on the banks of the t
Volga, in Russia, are in extreme des
titution, and a St. Petersburg journal,
publishes a pitiful account of their suf
ferings. Tno number of the destitute
is stated at 200,000, and there are very
few well enough off to furnish even the
most meagre aid to their impoverished
neighbors. The Russian authorities do
nothing for their relief.
Antonie Ashley was found dead in his
bed in Oswego, and Ac physician who
made the post-mortem testified that his
feet had been poisoned by wearing cloth
slippers. He had been employed on a
steamer in the west, and wore cloth
slippers. His feet were often wet, and
the poison by which the carpets were,
colored soaked in through the cloth
and poisoned his feet.
In California the males formerly out
numbered the females very largely, but
this disproportion has been gradually
decreasing, and now the disparity is
comparatively small. According to the
last census, the population of the state,
exclusive of Chinese, who are nearly
all men, is 789,686, of which number
443,271 are males and 346,415 females.
London World: „ "Mr. Edwin Booth
performed a graceful tribute to the
memory of the late Mr. Sothern. Des
pite snow, wind and cold — matters very
apt to affect him seriously in his profes
sional work — he left his hotel at six
o'clock in the morning, traveled to
Southampton, attended Mr. Sothern's
funeral, and was back again in London
in time to play at the Princess' Theatre."
The Oregon system of liquor licenses
is being urged for trial in Boston. Un
der it the buyer not the seller, is obliged
to procure a "license. Objection is made
to the plan on account of the great
number of licenses that would have to
be issued and looked after, while friends
of the measure think it would debar
from the saloons many chronic drinkers
who have not the money and respectabil
ity to secure a license.
Pall Mall Gazette: "It appears that
the halftime system is to be tried in the
communal schools of Paris. The first
experiment will be made this year in
certain schools, a sum of 150,000f. hav
ing been voted by the municipal coun
cil for the purpose of opening work
shops. Fifty or sixty will be opened to
begin with, and if the experiment suc
ceeds, the system will be adopted by
eveiy municipal school of the capital."
In Florida the value per acre of clear
ed land is §6 48, and of timbered land
$3 03. In Lousiana cleared land is
worth $14 36, and timbered land S3 53.
In Texas cleared land is worth §8 98,
and timbered land $4. In Arkansas
cleared land is valued at $11 78, and
timbered land at $348. In Oregon
cleared land is worth $21 71, and tim
bered $4 50. But in Nebraska cleared
is worth $8 92, and timbered land $25 85
per acre.
The Reno (Nev.) Gazette is respon
sible for the following statement: "The
earth has cracked open near Murphy's
salt marsh, making a long fissure four
feet wide and of depth unknown. With
a view to exploration, a man was the
other day lowered into it by a rope a
distance of fifty feet perpendicularly,
where the crevice began to dip at an
angle of about 40 degrees. The man
could see no bottom, and thought he
had gone far enough, and was hauled
back to the surface."
The Commissioner of Agriculturs.
Peck's Sun.
Dr. Loring, the new cdinmissioner of
agriculture, in place of the enthusiastic
Le Due, is said to be the handsomest
man in public life at Washington, and
that his beauty is fully equal to that of
Nicholas Smith, the husband of Ida
Greeley, though of a different type.
Smith is a pronounced blonde, with
dreamy blue eyes and hair of a radiant
red, while Loring is a brunette, tall and
tiger like. His dark eyes flash an im
perious flash, as he comes suddenly up
on a monster pumpkin or Hubbard
squash at a country fair, and he handles
an ear of corn in a rakish and piratical
sort of way that mashes a country girl
as though a New York building, built
on contract, had fallen on her. Like
Conklinc he has made attitude a study,
and clothes himself in a freezing air
that carries an uncomfortable chill to
all his subordinates. "Bring me a
package of turnip seed!" he hisses
through his set teeth, in a manner that
causes a menial to tremble, and turn
pale. He eifteied his office for the first
time the other day, and found his desk,
the one recently occupied by Le Due,
covered with what appeared to be clo
ver hulls and dirt, and he inquired what
it was. "Tea," said a humble servitor.
"Tea!" thundered Loring, "tea! ! Out
with the accursed stuff and don't let me
see any more of it!" He did not care
so much about the tea, but he wanted
to give them a specimen of his style.
Pursuing his investigations, he came
upon a "couple of tons of cornstalks,
from which the juice had been extract
ed, and then he let himself out. The
storm raged, . lightnings flashed, the
groans of the dying mingled with the
yells of the victors, and freedom shriek
ed as Kosciusko fell, and the cornstalks
were dumped out on a dray and carted
away. There is a firm hand at tne
helm of the ship of state, in the agri
cultural department at Washington,
and the country can rest in security.
The British Eough.
The British rough is probably actu
ated less by a spirit of cruelty and in
justice than by a misguided sense of
humor. Suffering, human and animal, i
has for him a comic side, and he takes
his pleasure in kicking a woman or tor
turing a cat. Ah incident at a fire, as
reported by a street loafer, aptly illus
trates the feeling which seems to ani
mate this class. "On the r00f,." said
he, to a friend, "was an old man among
the flame 3, 'Jump, you stoopid,' I said,
and jump he did and broke hi 3 blessed
neck. I never laughed so much in all
my life." The jest is a brutal one, but
unfortunately it indicates the frame of
mind of the scoundrels who perpetrate
those outrages;
Cardinal Newman, of England, is an
excellent musician, and plays the violin
with exquisite skill.
Perils of Sleeping Oars.
There is a good deal of interest raw
ifested these days on the part of the
American people relative to the matter
of separate sleeping cars for the two
sexes. It is a move in the right direc
tion, and, we hope it will win. As it is
now, no gentleman traveling alone is
safe.
Several months ago, entirely alone,
we traveled from Laramie to Chicago
and back, making the round trip with
no escort whatever. Our wife was de
tained at home, and that^entire journey
was made with no one to whom we
could look for protection.
When we returned our hair had turn
ed perfectly white with the horror of
those dreadful nights.
There was one woman from Philadel
phia, whose name we will not mention,
and who rode all the way between
Omaha and Chicago in one car. Al
most the first thing when we started out
of Omaha she began to make advances
toward us by asking us if we would not
hold her lunch basket while she went
after a drink.
She also asked us for our knife to
peel an orange.
These things look small and insig
nificant, but in the light of latter devel
opments they are of vital importance.
That evening we saw with horror that
the woman's section was adjoining our
own.
We asked the conductor if this conld
not be changed; but he laughed coldly
and told us to soak our head, or some
such unfeeling remark.
That is one bad feature of the present
system. A man traveling alone gets
no sympathy or assistance from the
conductor. .
It would be impossible to describe the
horror and appreciation of that awful
night All through its vigils we suffer
ed on till near morning, when tired na
ture yielded, and we fell into a troubled
sleep.
There we lay, fair and beautiful, in
the soft gray of approaching day, thou
sands of miles from our home, and, less
than ten feet away, a great horrid wo
man from Pennsylvania, to whom we
had not even been introduced.
How we could have slept so soundly
under the circumstances we are yet un
able to tell, but after perhaps twenty
minutes of slumber we saw, above the
footboard of our berth, and peering
over at us, the face of that woman.
With a wild bound we were on our feet
in the aisle of the car. The other berths
had all disappeared but ours.
The other passengers were sitting
quietly in their seats, and it was half
past nine o'clock. The woman from
Pennsylvania was in the day coach.
It was only a horrid dream.
But supposing it had been a reality !
And any man that travels alone is lia
ble to be insulted at any time. We do
not care for luxury in traveling. All
we want is the assurance that we are
safe.
The experience which we have nar
rated above is only one of a thousand.
Did you note the care-worn look of the
man who is traveling alone? The wild,
haunted expression on the countenance
and the horrible apprehension that is
depicted there?
You may talk about the various causes
that are leading men downward to early
graves, but the nervous strain induced
by the fear that while they are taking
out their false teeth or buttoning their
suspenders, prying eyes are looking
over the foot-board of their berths, is
constructing more new-made graves
than consumption or the Ute war.—
Nye's Boomerang.
The Growth of the Gun.
Forest and Stream.
Hunting for game was practiced with
bow and arrow only until in the six
teenth centuiy the Spaniards contrived
the arquebus or matchlock. Here the
match was fitted to a "serpentine" or
cock, hung upon a pivot, and brought
into contact with the priming by a
working substantially the same as that
of. the modern hammer and trigger.
This was further improved by the Ger
man invention of a steel wheel with
serrated edge, fitted to a spring, and
made to revolve rapidly, the edge com
ing in contact with a piece of pyrites,
and by this friction producing the
sparks to ignite the priming. The use
of the wheel lock for sporting purposes
was very general in the middle of the
sixteenth century, and for a long time
was not improved upon.
But necessity is the mother of inven
tion. A band of Dutch chicken steaUrs,
or of Spanish marauders — it is disputed
which — being too poor to provide them
selves with the high priced wheel lock,
and afraid to use the matchlock, be
cause its light revealed their wherea
bouts to the minions of the law, ab
stained from their evil practices long
enough to devise a weapon better
adapted to the needs of roost robbers.
The result was the flint lock; and the
pot-hunting fraternity scored a long
credit mark. The sportsmen of our
grandfathers' generation owed the me
chanism of their guns to a band of
poultry thieves; there is yet hope for
the colored brother.
The flint lock reached its perfection
in the hands of "that ling of gun
makers," Joseph Mantcn, in the early
part of the present century, and it
gave way only to a worthy superior
in the modern gun exploded by percus
sion.
The discovery of fulminating pow
ders, and their application to gunnery
mark a most important epoch in the
manufacture and employment of fire
arms. The charge in the gun was at
first placed above the fulminating pow
der, which was ignited by the concus
sion of an iron plunger struck by a
cock. Then this plunger was dispensed
with, and the fulminate was simply
placed'in the flash pan. The successive
steps are familiar to almost all gunners:
the priming was placed between two
bits of paper and called percussion pel
lets; the fulminate was affixed to the
breech of the newly-invented cartridge
and fired by a penetrating needle; then
came the copper cap; and then the cul
minating improvement of the cartridge
containing both the charge and the
priming, and ignited at first by the
pin, and afterward rim fire and central
lire principle.
Absolute Faith.
The first wife of Emile de Girardin
had the most absolute faith in his pow
ers. A few days after the revolution of;
1848 a lady who was greatly distressed
about political events and troubled as
to the future went to see Mme. de Gi
rardin, whose parlor was exactly under
neath her husband's study and work
room. "Oh! my dear friend," said the
visitor, "what terrible times we live in!
What awful events! Who can extricate
us from them?" "There is only one.
He who is above (lahauf) can do it!"
responded gravely Mme. de Girardin.
"Yes, that's so — the good God, you are
right !" "No ! I am speaking of
Emile !"
HTJMOB.
Supreme .Court— Pay ing attention to
two pretty women at one sitting.
•'The coming man" is not always a
policeman. You generally have to go
and hunt him.
Pawnbrokers do not get much from
servant girls, as tne principal they put
up is the clothes line.
"I thought you took an interest in|
my welfare," said William. "No, sir,"
replied Susan, "only in your farewell.' 4
The fox whose tail was caught in ft
trap was one of the first individuals who
"severed his connection."
"What 'er back have you got," said
one fashionable belle to another. That
remark created a bustle.
The latest gag down here is that a
young man in pressing his own suit
frequently wrinkles the girl's. — Charles
Francis Adams.
The King of Zanzibar travels with
400 trunks. What a fine subject he
would be for the typical American bag
gage smasher.
Elmira Free Press: "The new ver
sion substitutes 'bowls' of wrath for
♦vials.' Thei-e is nothing stingy about
the new version."
A Harlem mocking-bird is an adept
at singing Moody and Sankey hymns,
and nothing but "the cage prevented it
from taking up a collection.
Biddy— Ah, musn'ttheybe the heart
less hathans thare that wouldn't give
him a crust itself. I fear the poor sowl
will die of indigestion.
Once they started a girl's seminary
in Utah. It flourished well; but just in
the height of its prosperity, the princi
pal eloped with the whole school.
It is illegal under present laws in Ar
kansas to sell a dirk or bowie-knife.
—Exchange. But everybody down
there bays toothpicks.
"Politics is a game of grab," shouts
the man who has been left in the race.
The trouble with him is that the other
fellows grabbed first
"I haven't work enough for another
servant," said a lady to a girl that ap
plied for a situation. "Oh, yes, you
have, ma'am. It'll take precious little
to keep me busy," was the naive re
sponse.
Ven'er a man like the Canadian
weather clerk says look out for frost,
and "plant your buckwheat cakes in
July," instead of August, he should be
heeded.
A Connecticut man has invented a
pipe that will liirht ilseli This is an
underhanded attempt to force house
painteis to find some new way to kill
time. — Boston Pout.
A New York lady, examining an ap
plicant for the otlioe of rnaid-of-all
work, interrogated her as follows: —
"Mary, can you scour tinware with
alacrity?" "Perhaps I could, ma'am;
but I generally have scoured with sand."
A New York lawyer had his pocket
picked the other clay. The thief was
found to be one of las clients who was!
trying to get enough nt his fortune back,
to* buy a dose of poison.
"You can't both eat your cake and
have \t."—Aaca,,t Proverb. No! Well,
then, how are you going to eat your
cake i: you uon'i have it? It's a
niiu My good thing for the reputation
of ine' people tiKit they are dead, and
oan't be stumped by tough questioners.
A Norristown woman returned from
a day's visit to New York yesterday,
and,' when asked how she enjoyed her
self, replied: "I had a delightful time.
I spent four hours at the morgue, and
fire dead bodies were brought in while
I was there. It was better than a fu
neral." — Norristown Herald.
A fashion item says the "Dickens" if.
the name of a new bonnet. It remind.',
you of an Old Curiosity Shop.—Bulle
tin. Or, rather, of one of the charac
ters in that novel. When the bill ifl
read off by the fair owner of the bon
net it sounds to her husband like :i
Little Knell.- Phi addphia News. You
should have usetl ' it ie '1 id the name.
A Hot Joke.
Detroit Free Press.
A tailor on Fort street east got holl
of a red-hot idea the other day. Ha
heated up his goose to the blistering
point, and placed it on a bench at his
door with a sign reading: "Only twer
ty-five cents." In a minute along came
an ancient-looking colored man with aa
eye out for bargains, and as he saw the
goose and read the sign he made up h:s
mind that he had struck it rich. He
naturally reached out to heft his bar
gain, and that was where he gave him
self away. The tailor almost fell down
with his merriment, but it didn't last
over sixty seconds. At the end of th:it
time the victim entered the shop ar d
began a sort of gymnastic performance
which did not end until the tailor w;is
a sadly mashed man and his shop : n
the greatest confusion. The two we:*e
fighting in front when an officer came
along and nabbed both, and both we m o
brought before his Honor together. —
The tailor appeared with a black eye
and a finger tied up in a red rag, and
the African had a scratched nose and
was minus two front teeth.
"Well?" queried the court as tlio
pair stood gazing at him.
"Vhell, ishall shpeak first," replied
the tailor, "I likes to have a shoto
somedirues, und so I put dot goose oudt
dere. It vhas all in funs, und I am
worry sorry."
"I couldn't see whar' de fun ctm
in," said the other. "Dis yere ban' txa
all burned to a blister, an' I won't be
able to use it for two weeks."
"Did you put that hot goose cut
there for a joke?" queried the court.
"Yaw — it vlias only a shoke."
"And were you joking when yon fn
tered the shop" and made things hum?"'
he asked of the other.
"No, boss, I wasn't. I'm an ole
man, an' cot much giben to laffin' iiu'
cuttin' up. Whea I let go of dat goose
I made up my mind to mash dat tailor
flatter dan a'billyard ball. It was :ny
first fout for forty y'ars, but I'd got de
bul^e on him an' was usin' him up
when de officer stepped in. No, be S3,
I wasn't jokin' 'bout dat time."
"Were you very tickled?" he queried
of the tailor.
"Vhell, I vas tickled until he pitch
into me."
"You were the only one who had :my
fun out of it?"
"Vhell, I 'spose so."
"Then youili have to foot the bill.
I shall let him go and line you $8."
"Dot ish pooty high?" * '
"Yes, but it was a rich joke, you
know."
"Maybe she vhas, but I guess I let
dot goose cool off now. Here is live,
six. seven, eight dollars, und now I
shall go home. I bid you goot day."
Two couples recently Walked fifteen
miles to Island Pond, Vt, to get mar
ried, and after.the "ceremony starteil on
a thirty-five miles wedding tour on loot.
TJIE BEVISION OF THE NEW TESTA*
MENT.
The forthcoming publication of the
revised edition of the New Testament
is awaited with much curiosity and in
terest by a large element of all Christian
denominations, and possibly with a
feeling of apprehension by many who
d-ead any change in the old Bible,
Tvhich has been their companion from
Youth up. Where there has been any
-disagreement, the English version has
ib jen used, but the American is given in
±he appendix.
From a very long list of the changes,
campiled by the New York Times, we
Silect the following:
Mathew, vi., I—"Take1 — "Take heed that ye
<lo not your alms before men" — is made
it) read, "Take heed that ye do not
jour righteousness before men," which
la looked upon as a much broader com
nand, and more in accordance with tho
vfhole spirit of Christ's teachings. In
Matthew, xix., 17, the entire meaning
< f the text is changed, but no new doc
trine is put forth, and no old one as
sailed. In the King James version the
Terse reads: "Why callest thou me
food? There is none good but one; that
)3 God. But if thou wilt enter into life,
keep the commandments." In the new
version the verse reads as follows:
• 'Why askest thou me concerning that
'vhich is good? One there is who is good;
"jut if thau wouldst enter into life, Keep
■;he commandments." The question in
Mark, viii., 36, 37, "For what shall it
profit a man if he shall gain the
whole world and lose his own soul? Or
what shall a man give in exchange for
dis soul?" is rendered: "For what doth
it profit a man to gain the whole world
and forfeit his lifer For what should a
man give in exchange for his life?" In
Luke, ix., 35, "And there came a voice
out of the cloud, saying. This is my
beloved Son; hear Him,' " the new
work reads, "And there came a voice
out of the clouds, saying, 'This is My
Son, My chosen." Luke, xvi., 8, 9,
have also been materially changed. In
the present version they read: "And the
Lord commended the unjust steward be
cause he had done wisely; for the
children of this world are in their gen
eration wiser than the children of light.
And I say unto you, make to yourself
friends of the mammon of unrighteous
ness, that when ye fail they mayrecieve
you into everlasting habitations." In the
revision these two verses read as follows;
"And the Lord commended the unjust
Fteward because he had done wisely.
For the sons of this world are, for their
own generation, wiser than the sons of
the light. And I say unto you, make
to yourself friends by means of the mam
mon of unrighteousness. thatwhen it shall
fail, they may recieve }'ou into the eter
nal tabernacles."
The story of the Pool of Bethcsda, as
told in John, v., is materially changed
by taking from it that portion which re
lates to the miraculous powers of the
water of the pool. In verse 3 — "ln
these lay a great multitude of impotent
folk, of blind, halt, withered, waiting
for the moving of the water" — the last
seven words are stricken out, and verse
4 — "For an angel went down at a certain
season into the pool and troubled the
water: whosoever then first after the
troubling of the water stopped in was
made whole of whatever disease he had,"
is omitted altogether.
Acts, xi., 47, "And the Lord added to
the Church daily such as should be
Bayed," is made to read, "And the Lord
added to them day by day those that
were being saved." In Acts, viii., 37,
"And Philip said, if thou believest with
all thine heart thou mayest And he
answered and said, I believe that Jesus
Christ is the son of God,"comprisingthe
eunuch's profession of faith, is expunged,
as is also the expression, "Let us not
fight against God," in Acts, xxiii., 9.
In Acts, xvii., 23, "For as I passed by
and beheld your devotions I found an
altar with this inscription: To the un
known God. Whom therefore ye ig
norantly worship, Him declare I unto
you," the latter part is made to read,
"To an unknown God. What, therefore,
ye worship in ignorance, that declare
I unto you."
An Indian Fever and Ague Cure,
Oneida Circular. '\~>: ;
A party of us, while on a recent ex
cursion, came across a company of In
dians who were from Maine. One old
squaw, who was preparing material for
baskets of rather fine pattern, was quite
sociable. In the course of our conver
sation she told us an Indian boy had
the fever and ague. We asked:
"What do you do for it?"
"Oh, we do what they tell vs — we
take something— l can't think what
they call it."
•'Quinine," we suggested.
Here a big Indian, who was within
hearing, put in:
"That's — ugh!" • - *}. .
And the squaw replied: . .
"No, no; we don't take that.**
"It goes to the bones," said the man.
"Yes," he continued, "quinine will kill
—settle in your bones — urn ache."
We inquired what he considered the
best remedy. Upon which our Indian
sage replied:
"Grated horse-radish, one-half ; cup;
whisky, half pint; mix; take a spoonful
three times a — no fail — will cure
you." After a moment he added, "It's
heating;" which we do not doubt.
Devout Young Bobbers.
Greek brigandage is a regularly or
ganized " business. A little ". capital for '
the purchase of arms is required. . Pa
pers are drawn up, in which the shares
of the captain and the men are speci
fied. Sometimes routes are let by one
band ito another for a „■' percentage. It
proving exceptionally good in one case,
the parties came very near bringing the
affair into court on a lawsuit. Death to
the captive is almost certain if the ran
som is not paid. A ransom which was
once on its way from Constantinople
was stolen from the messenger by an
other band, , but the captive was killed
all the same. A fanner having two
children captured could send the money
only for one, and the boy was returned.
He begged a little delay, but the band
was on the ; move and could not wait.
The little girl was found afterward with
a stab in her heart and wijjyiowers in
her hand. These robbers never drink
wine, never neglect their religious du
ties, always cross themselves before eat
ing, and never omit the numerous fast
days ) the : Greek Church insists upon.
Some are '. well read, one leading scoun
drel always travels about . with a small
library.
A small \ boy in Newburyport, Mass. ,
was promised a . half-dollar by an older
sister if he would give away a worthless
pup he had picked up somewhere. The
small boy gleefully consented and pock
eted the money. "When ■evening came
the sister asked to whom he had given
the dog, and was told with charming
naivete, "Oh, I've given him to broth
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