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I have rented the stable on Water street known as the Club stable, and am prepared, at my Sale and Feed Stable, to board horses by the month, week or day, at reasonable prices; also to furnish saddle and driving horses, double and single. 1 can furnish you a nice turn-out—Surry, Buggies, Buck-Boards, etc., all in style, accommodated at moderate prices. Parties wanting flrst-class turnouts can be Fine horses always kept for sale. Hoping to receive a share of your patronage and guaranteeing satisfaction. I am Respectfully, mar 13-tf B. A. CLEMMER. FOR THEE. Kay, love ma not; it will be better so— Much better, dear, that I should turn and go, j For with love's birth may 'come life's over , throw. Nay, love me not. Lo, I have watched thy sweet life break to I flower, Thy spirit spread and quicken hour by hour, Thy wondering eyes, thy small hands' gracious power 1 Lo, I have watched 1 Though time should fail and show me no new I thing, I yet have touched life's sacred, inner ring. 1 have known thee, the pulse and blood of | spring, I Though time should fail. |For thee the peace of guarded, tranquil days, The lanes of life, unsoiled by blame or praise; (For me the turmoil of the loud highways; For thee, the peace. —New York Tribune. Ithe last drummer I After tbe passage of the Beresina by Marshal Victor, who, on the evening of the 28th of November, 1812, bad lost so heavily in attacking the bridges, tbe fragments of the French army, having !twice dispersed the Russian bands, were resting for a little in the suburbs of 'Smorgoni. j Two officers on horseback wrapped in their cloaks, with heads bent low, were passing along the road. I "Yon say, colonel, that there are 'many French in the rear in spite of the Ibntchery at the bridges?" , "There are thousands—stragglers of 'every corps lying in the snow unarmed.'' ■ " Son should have rallied them." "I could not carry 10,000 men in my holsters." "True. But you should have sonnded the alarm.'' "The alarm—for dead men!" I There was a moment of silence. "You know that he will review the Third tomorrow. Ney charged me to inform you. Yon will head the column.'' The colonel uttered a formidable laugh. "A review of the Third corps 1" He turned toward the general, who appeared impassive, and his gayety at once subsided. "You are jesting." "Colonel Champeaux!" "By the sword of Jehovah," cried the colonel, "there is but one emperor who can review those men 1" He lifted his arm in the darkness, with a vague gesture toward heaven. "A review," he went on, "but it will be a battalion review. The Third corps numbered 35,000 infantrymen and 2,400 cavalrymen at the opening of the campaign. It had 10,000, all told, on quitting Moscow. Do you know how many yet remain?" He did not wait for the response. "There remain 130. I say nothing of the horses. They have been digested. I —Colonel Champeaux—do you know how many men I myself have?" "How many?" "Seven—the remnant of a fine regi meut of grenadiers. '' The general shuddered, and his horse made a movement. "How many wounded?" "Six." "Officers?" "One and the sole effective. lam he." And the colonel burst out laughing. It seemed a "good ono." " Very well," said the general. "This is the fourth. Tomorrow at 9 o'clock the Third corps must be assembled. You must find these survivors. " The colonel interrupted violently: "Look out for an army corps—in this desert!" "Bah!" said the general. "The em peror wishes it. Understand, Cham peanx, the emperor!" And ho pluugod into the darkness. Champeaux, erect amidst the snow, reflectod a moment, snapped his jaws together and turned back toward the plain. "The emperor"— This luminous word he passed again and again mechanically before his im agination. "The emperor— If it's the emperor— All the same if it is he"— The French army was encamped in the midst of an immense circle of wag ons aud tethered horses—that is to say, in disorder. Bands of stragglers and wounded—the straying of the former and the creeping pace of the latter di rected by chance—had assembled around thousands of fires, whioh they fed with rotted planks, tops of caissons, saddle pads and broken wheels. Everywhere was a shoreless sea of phantoms, with here and there looming in the midst of it a miserable shelter. From time to time the heavy, im mense, indefinable breadth of the storm swept by, and again a terrific detonation was heard—a caisson of shells explod ing. Champeaux, savage and irresolute, made his way through the group of shadows, cursed by those whose despond ent reveries he disturbed. "A review—an imperial review! Tomorrow 1 These carrion have no longer any uniform! How are corps and regiments to be recognized? Their only raiment is wounds, saddle cloths, horse blankets. Find the different battalions if you can!" He grasped a shoulder at hazard. "What regiment?" The man was stretched out in sleep. He opened one eye; then closed it heav iiy- Champeaux drew his saber a little way from its scabbard, entered the edge of the fire, the flames licking his tall boots, and turned toward the men, whose blackened hands and arms were extended toward the coals, dripping as they thawed. They did not so much as look at him, but Champeaux was al ready roaring out the order of the em peror. Immediately, when this name was pronounced, a few heads were lifted —the oldest—aud 12 cavalrymen of the Third corps came and ranged themselves behind the colonel. "Have you your horses?" The soldiers began to laugh softly in the manner of young girls. '" "Well, we will do without them," feaid the colonel. "March!" jHe went on. He and his men boldly I entered the fire circles. Champeaux de- I 'livered the emperor's orders, which, in proportion as the difficulties increased, he magnified by dint of vociferation, until it became a sort of proclamation to the troops. This reminder of Napo leon drew 30 men from the bivouac fires, of whom eight were grenadiers. "Pall in!" said the colonel. As he moved forward he stumbled upon the recumbent form- of men im bedded in the ice. Then all would bend down and would loosen these stiffened forms, wrenching them from the ground as though they were so many sticks of timber. They planted them upright, and Champeaux, with a sort of conges tive exultation, brawled out his chant: "Blockheads! It's for the emperor"— . i These words straightened, thsm up as i STAUNTON, VA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 13,1895. if Murat himself flad graooen mem try the scruff of tho neck, and they set forth laughing. After four houis the effective I strength of the Third corps reached 60 men. Toward midnight recruiting became difficult. A black, bitter cold that j would have frozen Vesuvius or the four ideas of a fever ridden brain laid the | men in heaps by the bivouac fires, even among the glowing embers, rolled, massed -together, curled up like balls, heads and limbs confounded. To get them on their feet Champeaux, who now seemed transfigured, promised them the cross! Twenty-nine arose. They were young; they were of the last con scription. "Vive I'Autrel" (a nickname for Na poleon, "Long live the Other!")" cried Ch am peau x. " Forward!'' But his hori-e wonld not budge. Pro phetic, shuddering, steaming, its neck extended, its hoofs as if glued to the soil, it stood over the body of a sleeper, snorting and nibbling at the leather trappings. "Who goes there?" growled Cham peaux, bending so low that he seemed to be hanging from his saddle. '' No one goes, "said one of the grena diers of his following. "It's the skele ton of an artilleryman." The man who lay there did not budge. The colonel drew bis saber. Then a rugged head emerged from a mask of snow, and two clear eyes surveyed Champeaux's pelisse. "What do yon want with me?" "Get up!" The man grew angry. He believed they were joking. "You there, take care—one step more and I'll run yon through the gullet, colonel though yon be!" He said this at a single breath. Then, panting like a dumb brute, he fell back, exposing his body to view, from which a leg had been severed close to the trunk. Champeaux made the round of two other bivouacs, and toward 3 o'clock the troop numbering 125 men, he de spaired of finding the five others. "We will return," he said. They set out, bnt on the way the colonel found a light infantryman beat ing his feet together between the shafts of a wagon and scraping the ice from a piece of a horse's leg. "Follow us!" shouted the troop. "I am not to be disturbed; I am din ing," answered the specter. Champeaux raised one of his pistols, and the soldier sprang aside. "Anyhow, let me get my drum !" Champeaux did not stop him. Ho was seized with an idea which struck him to the very souL He laid hold of the man. "You are a drummer?" "Yes." He was a little fellow, without beard, •lender, with hair like a child's. "And you have kept your drum?" "Here it is," said the conscript. "Why not! Since lam a drummer —I have my drum. If Ihadn't my drum"— Champeaux seized him, put him in the saddle, kissed him on both cheeks, as he would a woman. Alone in the midst of that agonized army, which had abandoned its arms and insignia, this child, who had gnarde:! his drum,- appeared to him a prodigy. "Forward!" They returned to the plan and shel tered themselves under the wagons. Champeaux watched until morning. Toward 8 o'clock Napoleon appeared. Ho had just inspected certain corps, and had dictated the Twenty-ninth bul letin, by which Franco wa; startled and dnmfounded. N<v was at Lis side. Le dru dcs Essarts came in search of Cham peaux. "Come," said he. The emperor was on a slight emi nence. The Third corps, drawn up four files deep, was posted 100 yards away. Champeaux, who was mounted, drew his saber. "Attention, my fine fellows," he said in a subdued voice. "The Other is gazing at you! Forward ! Limliei your legs! Tramp, I say! Make believe yon are an army! Marrrrrche!" At once, more impetuous than a hunt er's pack in full cry, with greater im pulse, more ringing, more sonorous than the vanished bugles of the entire corps, there burst forth a terrible ranu-plann plann!—and those 125 men, relics of the superb 38,000 of Elkingen, defiled before the cold gaze of the emperor. Pann-rrrann ! plann-plann 1 chanted the drumsticks. Four files front, accurate of step, el bows touching, heads thrown back, those human remnants crossed a corner of the plain, to the consecrated roll of the drum! Champeaux, with his saber aloft as at the Carrousel, rode behind the little drummer. This tragic parade, amid the snow, amid unequaled suffer ing, before a stupefied army, so shocked the stern old marshal that —beside the impassive Napoleon—his knees trem bled under him. They were without uniforms, those 125, but they had the noble mien of martyrs. Even the drum mer was known as such only by the tragic fury of his rataplan! Pann! pann! sounded the drum. Plann! plann! At the head, as directed by the regu |lations, there were eight Grenadiers of the Guard, with chimerical faces, some Sopped with willed caps, stained with the smoke of the battle and bivouac; others, a six months' beard on their Icheeks, with their heads thrust into tall 'cylinders of fur. And all were old, their bodies barred with solemn cica trices. Rrrann ! pann! pann I rrrann—rrann —pan ! pan! pan! The drummer wrought himself into a rage, sounding, beating, smiting his drum at the head of the column. Next came 08 light infantrymen, old ! jlike the grenadiers, one-third of them fin black gaiters and the others shod | with strips of leather. "Steady! Beware the emperor!" cried | Champeaux. Rrrann ! plann! plann!—pataplann! nlann! plann! Following, bareheaded, were two sol (diers of the engineer corps, with neither sabers nor cartridge boxes, frightfully slashed by the Cossacks, but still carry ing their spades. Rrrra—irra—rrra —pataplan 1 paum 1 jpaum ! clamored the tireless drummer. Then appeared a disordered cavalry, without horses, hobbling,limping along, j but so proudly courageous that they i would have retraced their steps on the ■ instant and have reconquered the Rus- j sians; eight cuirassiers, without cuirass- , es, lifting toward the emperor their seamed faces, the fur bands of their helmets tightened about their necks, the most of them clad in Russian peliss es, which they had won by dint of sword play. One, an enormous fellow, had no trousers, and had tied a pair of bine saddle cloths about his thighs. He matched with bare ankles through the snow. Beside bim trailed a dismounted trrenadjer, wilh B cap that had, been shorn by musKet Dans, nainess, piaque less, without cordon or plume. Bravely, drumsticks, rattle away! And you, drummer, roll, roll, for the tattered Pondours of love 1 Rrrann! rrrann! —pataplann! Last, approached in four close lines, the artillerymen, in number 15, cannon eers of Piedmont, with neither white looped cordons nor drumsticks; 12 dra goons, riddled with grapeshot, in bloody coats that once were green, with tiger skin casques; and 20 crack hussars, in loose trousers blackened with powder and rent with lance thrusts, their silver dolmans flapping in formless tatters. Rrrann! rrrataplann ! Beat with your might; beat again, spare not, O drum mer of Tabor! O death's drummer! Pataplann! rrrataplann! plaum ! plaum! "Don't look like sausages!" said Cham peaux. "Yonder is the emperor!" Napoleon, in fact, erect npon his steed, unmoved and fatal as destiny, was awaiting them. This knot of heroes, one of the few that remained of that great epic, de filed past him, their eyes turned toward bis face. The drummer continued through the plain to beat his drum; the pitiful battalion followed him; and as if muffled in funereal crape, the rolling of the drum reverberated against the rigid walls of that imperial soul; al ready distant, becoming vaguer and vaguer, dying upon the ear, it seemed to the emperor like the toiling of bra zen tongues, announcing a foregone conclusion, the supreme alarm, the ir remediablo knell of his puissant armies. —Translated From the French For Short Stories. Twu an Old Story. "When I first went to the little, old fashioned house known as a hotel in B , Ga.," said a commercial traveler recently, "I was met at the threshold by a tall, rather pleasant faced southern woman, who accorded me a hearty wel come. After registering and lounging around the extensive veranda for some time the proprietress announced that dinner was ready. "She waited on me herself, and while repeating the oral bill of fare said: 'I've prepared especially for you a fine south ern dish. I know you northerners don't know anything about the deliciousness of sweet potato pie, and I made it just today for your benefit.' "Of course I ate the pie. It was de licious, I assure you, bnt I noticed that everybody else ate sweet potato pie also, but supposed that, of course, she had made a big one while she was about it. "I left the bouse the next morning," continued the traveler, "and did not visit it again for more than a year. When I returned, the old lady had evi dently forgotten me, for she again had sweet potato pie for my 'especial bene fit. ' When she was telling me at the table about the personally prepared dish, I noticed that some of the regu lars around the table smiled and looked at each other in a significant way. "Shortly after this I was at the Kim ball House in Atlanta with a number of fellow salesmen, and I spoke about the good natured landlady at B and her celebrated sweet potato pie. I learn ed that every one of them had eaten a 'specially prepared' pie, and that that delicious dish was on the hotel bill of fare everyday in the year."—New York Herald. The Poisoned Arrow. The poisoned arrow is a subject which wants considerable clearing up. Unques tionably if tho venom of the rattlesnake could be had, and an arrowhead were smeared with tho venom, the effects of a wound received by such an arrow would be dangerous. It is the perma nency of the toxic effect of crotaline which may be questioned. It may be read that savages having arrows so call ed poisonous are very careful with them, keeping them in peculiar quivers. The admixtures which savages suppose add to the deadly effects of the poison, such as spiders, would amount to nothing at all. Unquestionably the Apaches used poisoned arrows, since Dr. W. J. Hoff man writes that in 1871 arrows obtain ed from Apache Indians "showed the presence of blood corpuscles, with a crystalline substance, apparently identi cal with viperine (Bonaparte) or crota line, (S. W. Mitchell), the active prin ciple of crotalus venom." Captain John G. Bourke, treating tho subject of Apache poisoned arrows, writes: "I do not believe in the viru lence, or rather in the permanence of the virulence, of the poison made from the putrid liver of deer into which an en raged rattlesnake had injected its venom. At least I can say that I have seen men and animals struck by darts alleged to have been so poisoned, but could not perceive that any extra harm had been done thereby." The question of blood poisoning, a not uncommon cause of death, might have often arisen from an arrow wound, especially if tho bowman made it a point not to cleanse the ar rowhead after a first wound had been in flicted by the same arrow. According to Giralamoßenzoni, as translated by Cap tain Bourke, Benzoui has left some de tails of how the natives of South Amer ica manufactured their poison. "They compelled an old woman to prepare this deadly mixture, and if it did not half kill the old woman she was nearly beaten to death." —New York Times. Labouchere Discourses on Love. I see that The Daily Telegraph has inaugurated a discussion in its columns as to the "Proper Age for Love," and much that is silly has been addressed to that journal. The first thing to de cide would, I should imagine, be, what love is. If that sort of infatuation be meant whicli occasionally gets the bet ter of a sane Iranian being, and leads him or her, as the case may be, to gusli and pine and mope, there is no age proper for it. If, on the other hand, is meant a certain feeling of affection felt by one person for another of the oppo site sex, any ago between 20 and 40 is proper for it. For the follies of love poets and nov elists are to blame. The former exalt it as something pleasurable beyond belief; the latter too often make their tales turn upon two silly persons insisting on marrying against nil practical sense. And this fidelity or folly is put forward as the noblest of virtues. Love may set tle down into a reasonable attachment, but as a rule it is a mere temporary sen sation. People meet each other, and, after a slight acquaintance, feel that they cannot live apait. In nine cases out of ten they eventually find that they get on apart excellently. Even friend ship is more of a habit than anything else.—London Truth. At the Resiaurant—"Call this prime roast veal? Tell you what, Peppi—yon should see how my wife cooks it; she might give you a wrinkle." At horne —"Roast veal, Mary, doesn't happen to be your forte. The way they dish it up at the restaurant beats your performance into fits."—ll Popolo Bo mano. AN INSECT DUEL. | • I A Fieht to Death Between c Wasp and a Spider. ! "I saw n wonderful exhibition of tho bravery of insee's while I was on my j Vacation last summer," said the profes- [ cor, after tho coffee had been brought ; en and the cigars had been lighted. "I (pent my hoi: day camping out," he con timed, "and the sight to which I refer WH a fight to tho death between a wasp ! and a spider. "Soon after my tent was pitched I awoke one morning and heard a buzz ing sound in the peak of my canvas house. Looking up while still lying on my improvised bed, I saw a wasp build ing his mud house ou the tent pole. Several times he went out and returned a few minutes later witli his load of , clay, which very soon formed another section of his abode. "The next morning, at just about | sunrise, I.heard the buzzing again, but it seemed to have increased in volume. Glancing up again, I soon saw the rea son. A big spider had spun a web com- : pletely across the corner of the tent, shutting the half finished home of the wasp off, to that it could not be reached except by passing througli the web. Tbe Epider was an ugly looking black fel low, and lie stood on guard watching the movements of tiie wasp. The latter fiev, backward auii forward, looking lor an opening lj his domicile. Then he re mained still in the air for a second oi two, as if taking a general view of the situation. Finally he alighted on the tent pole within an inch or so of the edge of the web and seemed to be mak ing up his mind what to do next. "By this time I had become interest ed, and wondered what his plan of ac tion would be. While I was still con templating tbe two foes the wasp flew off the pole and directly toward the spider, which had been keenly watching him and was evidently ready for the fray, if there was to be one. As the wasp flew past his enemy he curled the under part of his body r.p so that the part containing the stinger would come in close proximity to the spider. "The latter was evidently accustomed to sncli warfare, however, because he got out of tho way iv a twinkling. Maddened at his defeat, the wasp took a turn and went buck again. Once more the spider eluded his veuomoua stinger, but at the same time he ap peared to be trying to bite the wasp. The spider might have retreated so far away from his web fort that his enemy : could not have touched him until the . obstruction was broken down, but he evidently did not intend to have, his carefully constructed flytrap destroyed without a struggle. "There wero several skirmishes of the kind already described, aud then [ the wasp again alighted on the tent ' pole, as though reconnoitering and get- j ting breaiii fur a grand ousiaugiit. That j this was exactly what he was doing was proved by what followed. After re- j maining on the pole for a few seconds he flew off and poised himself in the \ air a foot or so below the web. Then he darted directly for the spider, and went completely through the web at the exact spot wh-th had been occupied by the spider a Second before. "For an instant both combatants were lost to view and I heard the buttle rag ing in the peak of the tent. Before I had scarcely had a chance to wonder which was getting the better of it both insects dropped to the ground close to me. The spider was holding fust to the wasp's head with his small but effect ive mouth, and the wasp was running his stinger in and out of the spider's body wil ii liglitninglike rapidity. There was a short struggle on the ground, when both insects began to grow weak and their movements were loss rapid. Finally they fell apart, but neither moved. I examined thorn both, after watching them foi a few seconds. The poison of each hud done the work for the other, and both wero dead."—New York Tribune. When Healy, the American artist, was in France, he painted a portrait of Louis Philippe. It became the property of the American minister, General Cass, and soon after its completion the king met the artist and said to him: "Mr. Healy, I understand that I was seen la.-,t evening at Tom minister's in very good company, between Washing ton and Guizot, both painted by you. Where and how did you copy your Wash ington?" Mr. Healy replied that he had copied it from an engraving of Stuart's Wash ington, as the original had not been within his reach. The king then said that while he and his brothers were in the United States they had seen Stuart at work on this great portrait, and that during the sittings Washington had con versed with tbe young princes. "And now,"added the king, "I want you to make me a copy of that very portrait." The great difficulty was to know where to find it, but in a week's time the king thought ho had his information. "Mr. Healy," he exclaimed, "we are dished! The portrait is in Kussia, and under present circumstances I can ask nothing of the Russian government. What are we to do? I must have my Washington! I have set my heart on it!" Mr. Healy proposed copying the full length portrait hanging in Fanenil hall, in Boston. "No, no!" said the king. "That is in his military uniform, and I want him as president of the United States, in his black velvet suit. Will yon start for America and do your best? I leave the whole affair in your hands. You might copy tho portrait which Mrs. Madison cut from its fiame in 1814, when the English burned the city of Washington.'' So the artist set sail for America, and, once there, the president, John Tyler, allowed him to paint in the room Where this portrait, a rather feeble imi tation of Stuart, had been hung. Later, when he passed through London, he learned by chance that the portrait which Louis Philippe bad believed to be in Russia was really in London it self, and that he might be allowed to finish his copy from it.—Youth's Com panion. That Tennyson hadn't good manners is the contention of Mr. Sherrard, and this young man, in support of his state ment, tells the story of a visit paid by his mother iv her youth to the laureate's wife. Tennyson came into the room, looked very gloomy and, in fact, snub bed tho assembled company, if one may believe Mr. Sherrard. Commenting on this tale, The New Budget says: ' 'The absurdity of attempt ing to trick ont Tennyson as a drawing room hero is palpable to all who know him. It is, moreover, a species of fawning upon him which he would have been the first to resent." His manner to men and women was frankly boorish. He did not mean nnkindness, bnt so it was that be protected or merely amused himself." j !PIPES AND SMOKERS. ' STORIES OF MEERSCHAUM COLORING TOLD BY AN EXPERT. ; The Rich Peruvian Who Didn't Mind a Little Expense Where Hl» Pipes Were Concerned—The Duke Colored the Cigar | Holder In One Day. But— "Oh, yes, you ought to be able to get a real meerschaum for $2 —a plain one, of course—but there isn't much sale for the carved and ornamental ones now," Isaid the pipe expert to his interlocutor. "Meerschaum carving was well done here 25 or 30 years ago—so well that an American exhibit only failed to re ceive a medal at the Paris exposition of 1867 because the judges thought the I work too good to have been done on this ; side of the Atlantic. That bulldog would have cost you two or three times : the price in those days. It was expen sive then—the work and the material i both—bnt people had an appreciation of it that they seem to have lost since. And this is the reason, in part, at any rate: The growth of commerce has made it possible for American manufac turers to import meerschaum directly from the producers in Austria and Tur key, instead of paying the profits of ten , oi a dozen middlemen us uio> once had to do. Amber is cheaper, too, for the same reason. Then, some years ago, taking advantage of the cheap prices, cheap manufacturers went into the busi ness with cheap labor—tenement house labor, largely—and cheapened and vul garized the business. Now that you can buy a meerschaum at every Third ave nue cigar store, few people have any real notion of artistic work. "I mean to cultivate a taste for it again, though—to popularize it if I can. I'm going to sell a lot of meer schaum blocks, with bowls and stem holes hollowed out, at a price pretty near cost. Then I'm going to give di rections so that any man with a bent for carving can ornament his own pipe. It's such a pity there shouldn't be more popular interest in this branch of art," sighed the enthusiast, "for no material lends itself to carving like meerschaum. Why, I never see one of these irregular lumps that the shape of it doesn't sug gest the beautiful form that lies within it. Here"—he snatched a sketchbook and opened it —"is a hound's head, after Landseer; a group of fallen an gels, from Dore; a portrait head, carved ' from life—see the range of subjects? ! But Americans haven't generally been j successful at meerschaum carving; our j best workmen have come from Germany. "Do I know any mechanical way of i coloring a meerschaum? Oh, yes; I 1 havo known a man to fix up a small ' rubber bellows that was kopt going by 1 a ekwkworfc attachment, and so did his I smokii.- fur him, but a much more common method is to hire some con j etant smoker to use your pipe until it gets the tint yon want. British officers | sometimes distribute their meerschaums among their men for this purpose, and on a long voyage passengers give their pipes in charge of seasoned old salts. "fc jme years ago we had a customer, a rich Peruvian, who had bought a great many pipes from us; he had about 50 pieces of fine meerschaum. Of course he couldn't hope to color all those him self unless he smoked like a volcano, especially in the 12 months he expected to stay here. So ha asked me if I knew anybody who wonld do it for bim. I introduced him to one of our workmen, a young fellow, and tho Peruvian turn ed over his pipes to him, supplying him with a lot of the very best tobacco he could buy. He used to come in often and watch the man at his work. He wonld sit and admire the slow coloring of those pipes as an artist would a parting. Yon know how you feel as you see the beautiful rich hues come in, don't you? "Well, sir, a sort of friendship sprang up between those two. The Peruvian took a personal, or perhaps a proprietary, interest in his pipe colorer, and started ont by sending him to his own barber, to be shaved into more presentable shape. Then he insisted that the man should have his teeth examined, and he paid a $75 dentist's bill for him. He sent him to a fashionable tailor and gave him a fine outfit; he bought him a pnnama hat, and so on until wo figured that, with $4 a pound tobacco —and ho kept the fellow smoking all the time— and all the rest of his expenditures on that workman, the coloring of those pipes cost him about $1,200. Then he went back to Peru, and I heard after ward that he was killed in Australia. He ought to have remembered the work man in his will, to make the romance complete, but this is a true story, and I oan't say he did. Perhaps he felt him self fully furnished with pipes for this world and the next without any be quests." "Especially if he smoked the ghost of his cut cavendish in his phantom meerschaum," suggested his listener. "Ye-es," said the other, who could appreciate Jerome too. "But I don't know about that. You see he smoked most of that cut cavendish by proxy. "Here's another story of meerschaum coloring: The Duke of Castelluccia used to be one of my customers. One Satur day he came in and looked at a fine meerschaum cigar holder. " 'That's handsome,' he said. 'But I want it colored. Can you have it done for me on Monday?' " 'But, your grace.' I said, 'coloring takes time. I couldn't have it done by Monday. A few weeks'— " 'Bah !' he said. 'I will bring it to you on Monday as black as your coat.' "Andhedid. This is how he did it! Ho wont our and bought 100 long 5 cent dgsa . went homo and smoked them all cay Sunday, one after the oth er, until they were gone. Sure enough, 'the holder had a beautiful color, but he had nearly spoiled his teeth, and he ad mitted that he wonldn 't do it again. One hundred 5 cent cigars in one day was too much even for an Italian."— New York Tribune. A Curious Playbill Phrase. The Teatro Nuovo, at Naples, added, our correspondent says, a curious sen tence to the bills of performance a fow nights ago. The piece to be performed was "IlCarenacoia" ("TheChain"), by Blum and Toche, which had not before been performed at Naples. The sentence was as follows, "The manager consid ers it his duty to adviso the public that this comedy, because of its rather licen ttous character, is not an entertainment fit for young ladies."—London News. The realist trembled with passion. "Only $25 for my picture!" he shrieked. "Why, sir, are you aware that the land there portrayed never sold for less than $450 a front foot?" Doubtless an oppressive silence wonld have intervened bnt for the roar of a storm at sea depicted upon a nearby iianvas.—Detroit Tribune. % taunton I vtMot. RATES OF ADVERTISING. Advertisements are inserted at the rates of Yi\ cents per line, for the flirt, and tX cents tor each subsequent insertion. Local Notices are inserted at the rate of M cents per line for the flrst, and 10 cents for each subsequent insertion. Business Notices are inserted at the rata of la cents for the first and 8 cents for each sub sequent insertion. A liberal discount will remade on a 1 orderi for 3,6, or 13 months. ' Obituaries. Announcements of! Candidates ror offlce, and all communications aavffim^ts?™* 1 "* ~* be ch " gea tor " NO. 42. I am weary cf rea:'.:ugtliecncom:nms which are heaped upon the bu-room loafers who puce as "v~i-ari;ewa," the young men of :..-'i ,m v. iin r-| i'rruin< to "go into trade," I. • "ptot-k/" ac tresses who v.; niaom :■■ 'am ii v iimim a role which lhc7 i....c Leen diligently understudying fa .-. <.. ;...-; aud ihc "lit erary" women tvbose parlors are filled on Sundaj evenings wilh the very cream of the great "arisl .cracy - ' of brains and coitus. I believe that in the course of time a few other people will bee;..-tie as tired of twaddle of this description as 1 am, hot it is possible by that time, tjo, that other living creat ures besides the human race will come in for their share of puffery. It would be a comparative relief to read an article on 'Popular Car Horses Who Drag Our Bobtail Cars," "Favor ite Croton Bugs Who Patronize Well Known Hotels," and "Brave Goats Who Defy the Harlem Police." Indeed ■ome of our dailies have already waxed eloquent over "our Central park bab oons" and "Talks with Maggie, tbe African Missing Link,'' or with Chiko, the Learned Chimpanzee," are getting quite common.—Bachelor of Arts. BICKLE & HAMRICK UNDERTAKE PARLOR NOS. 11 AND 13 W. FREDERICK BTREBT, NEXT TO JESSER'S We keep constantly on hand »he finest stock of goods In our line ever seen in the city ot Btaunton. All the latest styles and novelties. Calls attended day and night. 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