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A SHABBY OLD COAT.
BT EVA KATHARINE CLAPP.
Told It gently away in this wide cedar chest,
"Tis a hero's old coat, late his only, hiB best;
There has downed on his fortunes"a prosperous
And, wolf-like, grim poverty slinks from the
But, oh, the sweet memories that tenderly cling
Sound each rent, fold and fray of this Bhabby
Btir each pulse of my heart until tears blind my
And its dull, faded colors the bright drops renew.
Ton were faithful, old friend, all those wintry
When the form you enshrined oft with nunger
WAtte his courage stood firm and his honor
Aa it does, amidst plenty and friends, on this
Ten were faithful, old friend, while the hard
Who all crowded 60 close while your gloBB was
With averted, cold eye, gazed afar down the
Ziest their paltry sell-love your mute protest
Twas just here he once pinned, with a smile,
grave and sweet,
A wild blossom, bestowed by a child in the
And the love that shone forth from that ragged
"Made the gilt,* be said, softly, "a keepsake to
To a long-winded prayer that prond head seldom
But to Love's true religion his true heart was
Ever stanch to a friend, ever just to a toe,
While bis presence made home a small heaven
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in ixieir Kou-cuuijuiicu iiuipvo vu ? J ?
Between saint and sinner draw strict, rigid
And their clerical garb, with a manner austere,
They would hold far aloof 11 thiB old coat drew
Good, respectable friends, if the heaven you
Should, indeed, dawn in beauty, let down to
Oh, how stunned you would feel If its popular
Should elect him a prince in this shabby old
\ True, that's never the way, in this blindfold old
Where a diamond muBt glitter to herald its
But thanks be to Nature, some few hearts still
Sbe ring of true worth, "neath all mask and
Bo fold it away in the wide ce(?ar chest,
Just a shabby old coat, late his only and best,
Letting softly the fragrance of lavender float.
Like a prayerful "Well done," round our hero's
THE JEWELED HAIRPIN:
The Strange Tragedy of the
BY ARTHUR GRIFFITHS.
CHAPTER XI? Continued.
* Ask her to describe this visitor. Quick,
I began to believe I had got a fresh
"He was a foraetero, a stranger, speak^
ing little Castilian, but enough to tell
me of my boy. He came from him, I
was sure. He showed me the blessed
image that Xavier wore always on his
And whioh must have been removed by
the hands of the murderer. Who else?
The real criminal, who had secured it for
this very purpose, probably to send it as
!a token to the mother as an authority to
deliver up the sea-chest or any other
property he coveted for reasons of his
"Who was he?
"We plied the old woman with questions.
N ; . But she shook her head and became
impenetrably stupid, obstinately dumb.
I left her at last, intending to renew
the attack another day. Bamon should
1 go to her and try what persuasion could
do. If all other means failed, he was to
"break to her gently the news o? her 6on's
death, hinting at its violent nature 60 as
to arouse a revengeful spirit, and thus
S, win her support.
An idea had been gradually taking possession
of me that perhaps the mysterious
visitor was Mr. Sarsfield himself.
Smart's letter rather encouraged me in
this. The long illness, I told myself,
V with its close confinement, might be only
? blind. What if it were a mere subterfuge
to cover his departure, to conceal a
hurried visit to Spain?
True, he could not leave Bythesea with*
h, vat the collusion of the two ladies; but
sight this not have been secured by
soma specious excuse to Miss Bertram, if
, seeds were, by a half confession to his
There was much to support my theory
that Mr. Sarsfield himself had come to
Where could he find another messenger
whom he could trust? It was every'
thing to him, hr secret. True, he might
employ some messenger and still keep
his own counsel; but how much safer, if
not how much easier, for him to go him
Following out this line, I set Inquiries
p on foot for Mr. Sarsfield. Had he, or any
H one like him, been seen in Cadiz these
last few days? The same result met us
at the railway station and the steamboat
' offices?no Mr. Sarstield, no person at all
resembling him, was to be heard of any'
But he might, and would probably, be
in disguise, to which, naturally, I had no
clue. So I changed my lino of investigation,
and devoted it now to the sea-chest
of which the old woman had spoken.
A stranger with a sea-chest, but not a
sea-faring man. I felt that this was a
< part Mr. Sarsfield -would hardly assume.
Could we come upon the traces of any of
vr,; this kind?
THE DOS HEBMAXOS.
"While I awaited the result of Ramou'e
further search I passed my time as best
I could in this dull seaport. Time would
have hung very heavy had I not cultivated
closer relations with the officers of
the United States frigate that had
brought me to Cadiz. Captain Verheyden
always hod a joke about the inquiry
I was conducting.
Waal, how Joes it progress?'' he said
to me one evening as we sat over our wine
at the 'Fonda del Mar."
"Not so fast as I could wish; still, we
*re making progress." And then I opened
ray heart to him, telling him plainly
what I was doing and all the difficulties
"Case looks ugly against Sarsfield?is
that how you call him??there's no gainsaying
jt," remarked Captain Verheyden,
who had listened attentively.
"But I've got to prove he came to Cadiz."
"That ought to be easy enough. You've
got :he chest as a clew. 'Tain't easy to
hide a sea-chest."
"Unless be took it off altogether?t<f?
England, his own country."
"He'd be far more likely to break it
open and extract what he was in search j
oz than destroy or leave the chest behind
"But what was the murdered man's
i real name? You have not told me that.''
? He was deeply interested now, I could
f Me that. "The Dos Hermnnos! Yriarte
r-. That's thundering strange," he cried
ir when I told him. "T!te= a otvir.oa
? new to mo, Mr. Leslie. "wnat HKe was
ft the ship, and where did she hail from?1'
"She was a bark, 400 tons register.
R; Cleared from the port of Cadiz on March
19, 186-, bound for the Havana with
a cargo of wine."
g| "Wine was on .her manifest?sherrj
wine, priorato, and Taragona port?when
I boarded her in the Great Bahama Channel,
but nary cask did I find in her."
"When you. boarded her, Captain Ver.
heyden? Gracious goodness! what had
you to say to her? I was just going to
ask you whether you could help me to
trace her in the Cuban port, and now you
tell me you knew the ship."
"Knew her! Yes, by thunder, kne*
her, and her captain and all her rascally
"Go on, please, tell me all about her.'
" 'Tain't a long story, but it's full oJ
meat. In that year, 1S6-, I was Lieuten^
ant-Commander of the United States
sloop Opossum, cruising in the Gulf oi
Florida, in and about the Bahamas, and
round the Havana. You know we'd just
f>ut down slavery, and we didn't mean to
et no one else carry on the trade in hu.
mans, either. My orders were to Keep a
sharp lookout for any craft with niggers
on board, and seize her then and there.
I fell in with nothing, sir, for weeks and
weeks, and might not till now but for the
master of a cutter from New Providence,
who told me a rakish-looking craft, with
heavy spars and strongly manned, had
been driven northward by 6tress of weather,
and when he met her was trying to
beat back toward the Havana.
"Cuemrtinna r?oc/?ri ntinn thifl flft I
cruisecfher coarse. It was still blowing
a fresh breeze from the south-southwest;
but at daylight on the third day we
sighted her sailing on the wind. She
must have seen us, too, for she fell away
at once, and went before it, cracking on
canvas and trying hard to give us the
slip. I went ahead full steam, and of
course had the legs of her. But she was
a clipper, you bet, and gave us a long
chase. It was late in the afternoon before
I overhauled her. Waal, we ran
within a few fathoms' length of her, and
'What ship's that? Show your colors
and send a boat aboard,' I sung out on
"She ran up Spanish colors, but still
sheered off, and seemed anxious to avoid
" 'Lie to, or I'll sink you,' I shouted
again, and, as she continued her course, I
ordered a gun to be fired across her bows.
I The blackguard now opened his ports
and showed his teeth. He'd have given
me a broadside, but I ran alongside,
grappled and boarded him. The crew
were at their stations; the Captain with
a drawh cutlass ready to show fight, but
he saw how strong we were, and oaved in.
" 'This is an outrnge on the Spanish
flag,' he said, sullenly, in fairly good
English. 'You will have to answer for it.'
"T ron flown with thfl aiiftrtermaster and
saw the 'tween decks. There was not a
donbt of it?the benches, the chains,
scraps of food, water-gourds, all the
signs that tell the story of human occupation.
But where were the wretched
beings that had so recently been cooped
up here in filth and utter misery? Then,
at least, they were alive. What had become
of them now?
"I returned to the upper deck, determined
to fathom this to the bottom.
" 'Send all the hands aft,' I cried; and
when every man was mustered I made
them a short speech. I told them what
I suspected?that some black deed had
just been done?and I promised, in the
name of the 'Tnited States Government,
a full pardon to any one who would
"Thev were as ugly a lot as you ever
clapped eyes on, Mr. Leslie?Spanish,
Greeks, Maltese, and mongrels of all nations?black-faced,
villains who would not go back upon any
bloody job. But my address touched
them "in the right place, for it gave them
a chance of selling one another.
"Half a dozen chaps came forward, and
more would have done so, but that they
were too late.
"You never heard such a story! It
sickened us, maddened us. I believe my
fellows, if they had not been under discipline,
would have lynched the lot."
"What had happened? What had he
done with them?"
"Drowned them?two hundred and fifty
human souls drowned like blind puppies
in a pond."
"But why, in God's name?"
"To get clear of our clutches. He
thought he'd escape us, that we should
have no evidence against him."
"It was the captain's, this Yriarte's doing?"
"Not entirelv. although he was held re
sponsible. He tried to shelter himself
under bis instructions. Said his owners
had told him to make away with his
"Was that proved?" I asked eagerly,
scenting a reason at last for Yriarte's
threatening Mr. Sarsfieid. "Who were
"Cooch & Izquierdo. We got their
names right enough. But what could we
do against them? They were merchants
of Havana, beyond the reach of American
law. Besides, the captain's statement
was never substantiated; he could
not produce his instructions."
"Anyway, he did not escape."
"'Taint likely. I took him and his ship
into Galveston with a prize crew on
board. J hey were tried before ^the Supreme
Court for murder on the high
6eaB, found Ruilty"
"But not hanged, as they surely ought
to have been?"
"It was not a hanging State, Mr. Leslie,
so they got off with imprisonment.
Tha captain was put down for life, but ha
seems to have got away somehow?escaped,
"Fate brought retribution to the end.
To be 6tabbed in the back with his own
"Was a death almost too good for him.
I am inclined to think that the man who
killed him did good service to society."
"That would be a rather dangerous
doctrine to publish, Captain Verhevden,"
I said, protesting; "besides, in this case
the murderer shared his victim's crime."
"No, no, you must not say that; you are
not certain Mr. Sorsfield was a party to
"There was a strong suspicion against
his firm, anyway, and if his conscience
was not sore, why did he go to such
lengths? If he could have braved Yriarte's
threats he need not have killed him."
"You stijl charge him with the murder?"
"Can you doubt it, now that we know so
"1(1 ratrr r not stanu m ms Bnoes, mat
much I'll allow. But you've got mora to
do if you want to convict him."
"His recent visit to Cadiz "
"Ah, if von can prove that: bat can
We went all over the points again one
by one, and while we were discussing the
case, detail after detail, trying bard to iix
our conclusions by logical proof, a waiter
came in to tell me that Ramon bad call;
ed and wished to see me without delay.
"Well, you have something important
to say," I remarked, when tbe guiae came
in, "I can 6ee it in your face."
"Si, Senor, I have found the cheBt."
I "Where? Then you know tbe man?
How did you manage?"
"One moment, 6ir. The old woman,
after mucb pressing, let out that tbe chest
was fetched away by a man "
"You have bis description? Out witb
"By a man," continued Ramon, determined
to tell tbe story hi9 own way, "who
came in a rowboat from Cadiz. I found
tbe boat and thoBe who rowed it. They
tell me they helped to carry the chest on
board, and brought it back "witb tbe man
"But this man? Describe bim, I insist."
"He was a foreigner, speaking Spanish
not badly, but still a foreigner; not a sailor,
although he tried to pass for ope,
and was taken witb his chest to a sailor's
lodging-house near the quay. He was
looking out for a berth, be said, in a ship
bound for South America."
"And he found one?"
"No one can tell; he disappeared after
tbe second day, leaving bis chest behind f
him to pay for his lodging. JJhQiftjffas
notfifng"m it "except""some" old clothes,
moth-eaten, which must have lain there
for a dozen years."
"Clever trick," said Captain Verheyden,
who had been listening attentively; "he
got well rid of the chest."
"After extracting all he wanted. But
now, Ramon, for the man's appearance.
Tall, middle-aged, dark complexion, grayish
"No, sir; rather young, short, inclined
to be fat. with a white face, straw-colored
hair, and pale-blue eyes?that's how they
all describe him."
It was the waiter, Cornelia Janssen,
there could be no doubt of it; and instantaneously
the whole current of my
thoughts was diverted into another
"What had brought him to Cadiz?" I
asked myself at once. He had come for
no good" purpose. Of course, he was in
search of further evidence against Mr.
Sarsfield, and knew exactly where to
BANGLE'S BATHING MACHINES.
Bidding farewell to my American
friends, I left Cadiz next day, turning
my face homeward with considerable satisfaction.
My mission had borne fruit,
not that which I had expected, but fruit
of a far pleasanter and more substantial
I had not only gained proof which led
to the arrest .and conviction, of the
murderer, but I had relieved Mr. Sarsfield
of a wrongful imputation.
I went on to Bythesea without pausing
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in J-iOaauu, uuu leuuueu wa vxrauu uuisi
late one evening, just a month since I
had left it.
"I could scrag the murderer myself,"
Mr. Gray confessed to me in his" littla
inner room, as we sat there smoking a
cigar before we turned in.
"The police are still at fault, eh?" I
"I expect you know that better than I
do," he replied, with a meaning look.
"What makes you say that?"
"Mr. Smart gave me an idea what took
J'ou to Spain. They're still here, that
ot." And I gathered from his tone that
be no longer looked upofh the Sarsfielda
"What lot?" I asked, willfully stupid.
"Why, the Sarsfields. I wonder he has
the cheek to stay on here. But it will be
all the easier to run him in."
"What! Mr. Sarsfield? I don't understand.
I thought he had been ill."
"They said it was a fit," replied Mr.
Gray, contemptuously. "All sham. Don't
believe a word of it. Why, he'B about
again, as well as ever."
"I am delighted to hear it. It must
have been a trying, anxious time for the
ladies. Good-nignt, Mr. Gray,"I said,
abruptly, as I got up from my chair in a
way to show that I had had enough of hia
My first visit the next morning was to
the police office, where I told Mr. Smart
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happened at Cadiz.
"We must have that chap Cornelis,"
said the Chief Constable, after congratulating
me warmly on my success.
*1 remember the fellow. Wouldn't touch
the corpse that first morning. It looked
odd,' I thought then."
"Ay, but where is he? We shan't catch
him easily," said Hasnip.
"It's quite likely he'll give himself
away. Depend upon it, he's come back
to England and means to put pressure on
"He'll never show up himself," said
"He needn't. The threats can come
through another, or he can so work the
pressure as to keep in the background
"Well, it may happen so," said Mr.
Smart. "In the meantime we'll put Mr.
Cornelis Janssen into the Hue and Cry.
We'll advertise in the police gazette "
">'o, no; you must do nothing of the
kind. Don't let him suppose he's wanted;
it would put him on his guard. I believe
he has no idea what we know against
"Are you sure of that?"
"Almost. At any rate, to advertise fox
him would be to give away your chance
of dropping on him quietly."
"And you will ^et tne Sarsfields to tell
us if Cornelia makes any move?"
"Yee," I Baid, "I will try and arrange
that," hoping to get a few quiet worda
with Miss Bertram during the day.
It was not so easy, however, to reopen
communications with the Sarsfields.
They knew I had returned; the hotel
party was now a 6mall one, and we had
met at table, where we had exchanged
bows, but I had no opportunity of speech
with any of them. I fancied they all
avoided me, including Miss Bertram and
On the second morning none of them
appeared, and I heard to my surprise
that Mr. Sarsfield was much worse. He
had had a relapse. Yet the day previous
I had seen him at dinner, looking white,
worn, more aged, but otherwise well. I
hesitated to intrude upon them, and yet,
for their own sakes, especially for Mr.
Sarsfield'6 and in the interests of justice,
it was most desirable that they 6hould
know what I knew against Cornelis
Janssen. Accordingly, I made up my
mind to ask for an interview with one or
other of the ladies. I sent up my name,
giving as reason my desire to make an
important communication, xne answer
was long in coming, but presently I was
asked to go up to the private sittingroom
where I had spoken to Mrs. Sarsfield.
[to be conxxmped.]
The Kansas City Journal is looking
a long way ahead of present conditions,
though according to its own
statement those conditions seem to be
fixed beyond all hope of change in the
near future. It says, "Kansas City is
beyond a doubt going to be the big
wheat market of the West, and all
the railroad combinations in the
world cannot prevent it." Yet in tho
next breath it tells its readers that
"so long as the present system prevail?
It will be impossible to determine tha
value of a bushel of wheat here, and
this fact will greatly interfere with
trading." And this, though the samo
article admits that "the joint grain
agency of the railroads centering In
Kansas City has been in operation for
several weeks. It has given rise to
no complaint, and proved as satisfactory
to both graiumen and railroads
as a mere makeshift can." It looks
very much as if the article in question
was a joint-stock production,
written by two individuals who followed
the advice given by Denis
Kearney to the Californians, "Pool
your issues." If not incubated in
that way it may have been produced
under some such influence as that
which controlled the man who once
wrote an article ?u>cuii -xaeiuioowsoi
A "New York couple were married
the other day without knowing it. A
less extraordinary phenomenon is for
a couple to be unmarried in South Dakota
while only one of them knows
The New York ball-players accnscd
of throwing games to Boston have
testified that everything was straight
and honorable in their conduct. What
%ioro does anybody want? .
MDSIC BY BLOWING.
HOTT WIND MUSICAL INSTRU
MENIS W?K? DbVJtiLurjbi;.
The Finest a Shell Horn?Musical
A'otes From Reeds?Animals'
Horns?The Transition to
It is said that in the far-away ages
when men dwelt in caves, clad in skins
of wild beasts, they played on a little
flute of bone, and we know that at the
earliest actual glimpse we have of our
ancestors they played, sang and danced.
These things are among the oldest, and
those familiar to them are still to be seen
in orchestras and bands of music. Of
course the first implement of any kind is
that which is found in nature, ready
made?in stock, so to speak; or if any
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one. The conch shell was the first horn,
with the mouth-piece,accidentally made
by the breakage or the boring of some
marine animal on the seashore.
In the pictures of Neptune mermaids,
mermen and little fellows astride the
backs of dolphins play upon these same
shells, and the pictures were made long
ago, when people loved the sea and imagined
it full of strange and beautiful
beings. Even now it is used in the fishing
villages to call the fishermen and
sometimes to call the cattle home.
As an instrument it has a merit peculiarly
its own. It is nothing but a horn
and has a single note. That note, however,
is clear and sonorous. The material
of which it is composed is hard and
smooth, prepared slowly and carefully
for a dwelling by the crcaiure once inhabiting
it by layer upon layer of phosphate
of lime distilled from the waters
of the ocean. "When vacated it rolls
around tenantless upon the shore until
picked up and made over, this time into
It was not long before another implement
of tune was found. It was a simple
bit of reed, across the open end of
which a man might blow his breath and
make a note. This was very different
from the clear, boisterous sound of the
shell; it was a soft musical whistling.
The shell was hard and resonant, the
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166(1 liorous auu ucutuicijr ciuui, uuk m
produced only one note, and he wanted
enough different notes to make some sort
of tuue. This was secured by making
the reeds of different lengths, an accidental
discovery, doubtless, when it was
noticed that independent pieces gave
out different notes where they were of
But it must have been that the invention
of tune and the Pan's pipe3 were in
someway concurrent, for the pipes imply
some knowledge of tune, and this
created a demand for the instrument,
vocal music came first, but not such as
it was after the invention of this first of
The different lengthened pipes were
accordingly attached together and the
thing was done. By sliding them back
and forth in front of the lips and blowing
across the open mouth of one an:
another quite a variety of notes may b<
produced and an air. The Pan's pipe- I
derives its name from legend. The kstrument
is intrinsically sylvan, belong ;
to the woodlands, the upland far away j
from the sea and in the shady groves, j
There the "good god Pan," the divinity
of nature, was supposed to reside. He
was pictured reclining on some shady
bank with goat's legs,horns and pointed
ears, the pipes at his lips and a pleasant
smile playing about his eyes. The
music of the pipes is in keeping with
this picture ot gentle nature. The tone
is sweet, vibratory, low and almost
plaintive. This qbality in the reeds
will be detected by an observant ear
even in the middle and high notes of a
great church organ.
After the reed, but in another way, is
made again the appeal to nature, and
that is the horns of animals. Among
he wild tribes of Africa the tusks of elephants
are used for horns. They are
large, heavy and powerful in sound and
are probably used only for war, so perfectly
is the quality of the instrument
associated with the purpose of its use.
inose in ine jxaiionai .museum, among
a large collection of new and old, are
magnificent specimens. Ooe is' plain,
but the other is highly ornamented after
a barbaric fashion. Inasmuch as the
cavity of the tusk does not extend to the
point, the mouthpiece i3 an orifice cut
through the side near the extremity of
tha cavifr Through this th? bmaib is
Blown with a narsh reverberation. But
the curiou3 feature of this horn is a first
attempt at stops such as are largely used
in flutes,and that is a single hole near the
mouthpiece. This is covered by the
savage thumb, which on being removed
gives one additional note. In the other
specimen the point has been cut of?
down to the cavity and opening thus
exposed is covered by the thumb. ' This
is unproductive of mu?ic in the proper
sense, but' blares signals of one or two
alternate notes, and yet a savage dance
and song are accompanied by it. Compare
this with the possibilities of the
Pan's pipes and we may form some idea
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| of the difference in progress between
the races whose ancestors invented the
latter, centuries ago, and the present
status of the African negro. The trumpetings
of the elephant from whom the
tusks were taken were more musical.
The horn of the African antelope, a
mucb smaller weapon?it might also be
called?is without the thumb hole, is
beautifully twisted and not of sufficient
nower for war. It is therefore prob
ably used for concert purposes. The
mouth is small and produces the ordinary
bugle intonations, but beyond this has
no execution, only that the tone,as with
all nataral horn instruments, is pleasing.
It does not compare with either wood,
for its gentle human feeling, or metal,
for its ring and penetration, but is none
the less not devoid of quality.
The transition to metal, made centuries
later, is a long step in advance. The
characteristic of metal in contrast with
the materials already mentioned is chiefly
that, admitting of being made quite thin,
it has a vibration foreign to the others.
Mere thinness alone does not increase
the vibration, but being highly tenacious
and elastic, it may be made thin and retain
elasticity with power. The French
horn, for instance, :s as far above those
named as may be imagined. At first it
was known only as a hunting horn, but
the richness of its ring, its long-drawn,
cadence, echoing over hill and dale, atnffonfirtn
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makers then succeeded in converting it
into a piece for the orchestra, where it
now holds an honored place.
This is, perhaps, the king of wind instruments
and familiar to all. In passing
we mast not omit the Alp horn that
has so many beautiful associations. It is
eome six or eight feet long, straight and
without keys or stops. Of an- evening in
summer the peasant sits on a slope of the
mountain by his challet and blows a longdrawn
call. From across the deep valley
comes not only the echo, but a response,
and then from mountain to
mountain surrounding the beautiful val-^
leys there echo and re-echo the sweet,
long-drawn notes of the Alp horn. This
is the evening's pastime to the mountaineer.
Metal, therefore, has this superiority,
greater length and power of
reach, more clearness and purity of note,
and, if the tone be sweet, wave upon
wave of delicious music is thrown out.
There was comparatively little change
made until the zinke, a German horn,
was invented. It represents the introduction
of a number of openings to be
covered and uncovered by the fingers.
Such had been done before to a limited
extent, but not so as to lead directly to
present forms. It was a simple twisted
horn of metal with a small mouthpiece
and wide bell, having stops ranged along
one side. This for a time gave satisfaction,
but was quickly followed by the
serpent, as it was called, made in Eugland.
The convolutions of the zinke
were designed to give it length, confined
within convenient compass; the coils of
the serpent gave it still greater length,
and, in addition, it had an increased
number of stops, and the "key," since
so much adapted to fiutes, flageolets,
etc. No material improvements in tone
was obtained, but greatly increased com
From these two dates the multiplioation
of stops and keys were made to such
extent, aud the use of coil upon coil, until
now an instrument may be ten feet or
more long. It seems that the length is
of great importance. This was not unknown?it
was the object of stops.
Thus a flute is of a given length if the
stops are all closed. Now, if one of the
stops be open, the flate is shortened.
This lengthening and shortening gives a
lower and higher note, for the longer
the sound wave the lower the note and
the shorter the higher. The longer the
instrument the lower the note which may
be obtained and the high ones may be
made by operating the stops.
Three instruments of the old type may
be reverted to for their special interest.
King David's pipes, probably used not
by a king, but the young ladies who
danced before him when he was tired of
going to war and desired amusement. It
consisted of two short reeds placed side
by side with parallel stops. Each pair
of stops was covered by a finger, jvhich
by being tilted the corresponding stop of
the right or left reed could be opened, or
both. Thus one hand could play eight
notes while the other hand held the
drapery in dancing. How he must have
The Greek dialos was a less convenient
instrument, for i& its use, the dansause
had to hold and play a flageolet in each
hand. (Jne would suppose, however,
that she had become quite au fait with
it, judging by the animation of her movements,
facilitated,no doubt, by the lightness
of her costume.
One could hardly get along with col
icctmg or aescrioing suca tnings wiiqoui,
introducing Chinese erotesqueness. There
is hardly an instrument in China that is
not such. Those of Siam, India and
Japan are almost always artistic and
picturesque, if odd. Here is a Chinese
horn. In tonic effects it has no merit.
The snake charmer's pipes in possession
of the museum have been in use and
charmed serpents, too. It has a most
singular note, by reason of one reed being
made of thicker walls than the other
and the bulb containing a pith ball that
seems at random to Btop for an instant,
now one and now the other. The cobra
seems to become entirely confused with
the broken and uncertain intervals, and
finally succombs and may be picked up
and handed around among the audi
The rana singa from India is a beautyful
horn both in construction and tone.
It is of bronze, has a mellow effect,
which is influenced to the extent of a
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semi-tone by inserting the hand into the
bell and there spreading the fingers more
or less. It is also provided with stops.
? Washington Post.
The accompanying illustration gives a
representation of an officer and a prirate
in the Metropolitan Police Force of
London. The government of this body,
which is the largest civic patrol in the
world, is decidedly more military than
obtains in any American city, for the
Chief is a Crown official and receives
inspiration from the British War Office.
The roundsman, who is familiarly
known as a "Bobby," is not the digni?
fed and inperious creature people in
American cities are accustomed to obey.
For a slight remuneration he will hail
a cab or hold your horse, while a sovereign
discreetly administered will grant
the most hilarious roysterer immunity
A Small Boy Upon a Battle Field.
After the defeat of the Chili Government
troops at the battle of Concon,
Vina del Mar, near Valparaiso, a little
lad of eight or nine years of age, hatless
and barefooted, arrived in the town of
Vina del Mar and gave a tolerably circumstantial
account of the fight. At first
his story was not believed,
but little by little his tale was
was credited and listened to with
astonishment that a child of his tender
age should have been present at such a
sanguinary encounter. He quite artlessly
stated that when the San Fernando
battalion left the town with banners
flying and bands placing he imagined
the troops were going out to exercise,
and followed them till he found himself
on the field of the battle. "When the
defeat and rout ensued he joined a
group of stragglers and at last found his
way back to Vina del Mar by way of
Quilpue, at which place somebody gave
him a piece of bread and a drink of
water.?1Detroit Free Press.
A Mexican's Gift to tho President
A present for President Harrison, from
Don Miguel Murillo, of the City of Mexico,
is described by El llundo, of that
city, which says t^at the gift is a portrait
of the President surrounded by hi?
family. The paper adds :
"The picture is woven on the finest
cambric in gold thread, and the border
is a fine piece of gold ornamentation.
Murillo has also planned to weave a cloak
to be exhibited at the World's Exposition
at Chicago. The design of the garment
is as follows: In the centre, the
Capitol building at Washington. On the
right side the picture of President Harrison,
and underneath it the American
coat of arms. On the left side a picture
of the Mexican President, General Diaz,
surrounded by the picture of his actual
Cabinet Ministers, while underneath this
will appear the Mexican coat of arms.
The borders will be done in gold thread."
?New York Herald.
Not Mumps?A Mistake.
Has this dog the mumps?
Oh, no; he only tackled a man with a
Insurance Solicitor?"Well, doctor,
have you examined this new client!"
Doctor?"I hadn't thought it necessary.
You see, I've been treating him for the
last seven yeare." Insurance Solicitor?
"That's enough, doctor. If he survived
that he must lie a man of wonderful vitality.
It is a very common thing for a young
man to make a sudden resolve that he
will be a great man, and then to spend
all his life waiting for greatness to come
to him. In order to erect a magnificent
palace, it is expedient to begin by digamy
in the dire for a foundation.
Lobsters greatly fear thunder.
Poor soap shrivels the finger-nails.
An English peer cannot resign his
A Hartford (Conn.) barber has a kitten
which is tail-less, and without forelegs.
There are 1125 characters in the
twenty-four books that Charles Dickens
A man in Missouri has twenty-seven
pet rattlesnakes which come when he
A column of masonry in Kansas marks
the exact geographical centre of the
Six tunnels in the world exceed 21,000
feet in length: St. Gothard, Mont
Cenis, Hoosac, Severn, Nochistongs and
It is computed that the docks of
Liverpool, Englaud, could hold about
20,000 vessels of the ordinary dimentions.
The largest beekeeper in the world is
Mr. Harbison, of California, who has
6000 hives, producing 200,000 pounds of
Two prisoners in the Housjhton
(Mich.) jail sawed their way to liberty
by means of the metal on the suspenders
which they wore.
TKa sons? "Nellv forav" ^s written in
1855 by Benjamin Hanby, who waa at
that time |a student in a university at
it Ulift :
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A little crib beside the bed.
A little face above the spread
A little frock behind the door,
A little shoe upon the floor.
A little lad with dark brown hair,
A little blue eyed face and fair,
A little lane that leads to school,
* A little pencil, slate and rule.
A littb blithsome, winsome maid,
A little hand within it laid;
A little cottage, acres four, ';< - .
A little old time household stores
A little family gathered round,
A little turf heaped, tear dewed mound;'
A little added to his soil,
A little rest from hardest toiL
A little silver in his hair,
A little stool and easy chair; / * '
A little night of earth lit gloom,
A little cortege to the tomb.
PITH AND POINT
#? ?. a aa. X4.Ju1 JUT a V <*?, I v
He who talks and talks away
Escapes what other bares night say. .~
A counter irritant?An impudent drj?
goods clerk.?Buffalo Inquirer.
The description (<late lamented" np*j
plies forcibly to the delinquent debtor.j
It is not at all surprising that parrot!] ; ' ':
should use poly-syllables.?Boston Jour?|
nal. '* I
The farmer who closely packs his load!
of wood is sure to strike the popular'
When the Chairman of a meeting wantf
rapt attention he get it with his gaveL j
There's pitch in the voice, and that's'
whyv some singers' notes stick.? Pitts-'
It is easier to forgive enemies we hav?
.worsted than enemies who have worsted
us.?New Tori Herald.
A man never has so great a , trouble,
as when he has one he can't blame on.:
anyone else.?Atchison Globe.
The business in which you know you'
could make the money is generally the
4i. en L rr/^i .
Otaer man a.?x ez&jix awcuiqt.
The man who lives upon hit brainy
By wit earns all his bread, i*<
Ne'er finds it in the least way vain '4
To stand upon his head. fc' ,
?Harper's Bazar. \
Queries?"Doe* Miss Prym belief *'
everything in her Bible?" Cynicu*?i'
"Yes, except the entry of her birth."?J Jfyvo
Employer?"Your first doty "will be
to post this ledger." New Clerk (ratherf
too readily)?"Yessir; where shall Ij "
send it?"?Pick Me Up.
Banting?"Why on earth do you call;.
your wife Misery?'" Larkin?"Most:
i appropriate name in the world, sir. Sha
loves company."?Truth. . j; ;
"Oh, ma," cried Willie, as a few '6l>:
the crew ran by, "there go some more v '
men up the avenue with those perspirexs '
"I am not vain, ah no," she wrote,
With evident sincerity. *'? The
doorbell rings, to the glass she springy
With positive celerity. . , . J'
-Yankee Blade, j
It was the cynical bachelor who sym-' '
phatically observed that there was no i
slight danger attending a fashionable .wedding
there was so much typhus about
it.?Boston Transcript. i
Actor?"I have worked hard to please
the people. I have tried everything in
the business but they won't be pleased."
Manager?"Have you tried going out of C-'i
the business?"?Brooklyn Cititen.
Willie (scared)?"Now we've milked]
the cow, what'll we do? Pop'll be awfoli
mad." Jimmie (equal to the occasion*.
?"We'll drive her down to the pond and
fill her up with water."?Harper's Bazars
It always seems to me that cheek
Succeeds in besting worth and skill:
Why, e'en in church one small red cent J
Makes more noise than a dollar bill. ,
Citizen (who -has just escaped
from a riot)?"Who are you, sir?" "Po^
liceman?"I am a member of the police
force. There is my badge." Timid
Citizen (vociferously) "HelpI help!"?*
New York Journal.
Time Makes All Things Even: Pegg
?"Sometimes the absolute faith my bo;
has in my wisdom makes me almost ; i
ashamed of myself." Potts?"You need' ;'^j
not worry. It will average up all right.
By the time he is twenty he will tbink
you know nothing at all."?Indianapolis
"If I had known," sobbed young Mrs.
Pitts, "that you would be such a bijnte
to poor Fido, I never, never A-ould have
married you." "My dear," replied Mr.1
Pitts, "the anticipation ol kicking that ;
miserable littlo beast was on'e of my chief
reasons for proposing to you."?Indian*
ajpotia Journal. :
Laura?"If p3pa gives his consent,
George, dear, when you go to ask him,
won't you be fairly transported with
inu?'' Georee (somewhat apprehen
eively)?"Yes, Laura, and if it shouldn't
happen to strike him favorably and he's
feeling right well I shouldn't wonder if
I'd be considerably moved anyhow."?
San Francisco Examiner. ., ,
Jrate Mamma?"Goodness me! It'v
half an hour sinco I sent yoq* around to
the store to get those things, and her*
you are back without them." Little
Dick?"It was such a long time before
my turn came to bo waited on that iTorgot
what it was you wanted." 'Then
why didn't you come and find out!'
"I was afraid if I left I'd lose my turn.!1
I met a tearful little lass:
She sobbed so hard I couUl not past,
I wondered so thereat;
"Oh, dry your tears, my pretty child.
Pray tell me why you grieve so wildP
"A mouse ate up your catP' I cried.
To think she'd nb quito horrified;
"Why, how can you say that?"
Her tears afresh began to ran,
She sobbed the words out one by one;
Tho true inventor needs more than
the generality of readers will imagine to
produce in this rapid age anything of
value to his fellow men. He must possess
genius?not the [genius of tha
artsian, but of the artist?the power to
create, not to elaborate. He must be
patient, considering every detail relating
to his discovery, not rushing into print
and patent office with half-digested
ideas that require tho subsequent supervision
of trained experts to reduce to
practical shape. He must have sufficient
means to support himself and his iarnily
?if he possess one?and to produce
practical evidence of his discoveries in
order to illustrate to the capialist or promoter
their advantages. He must be
forbearing under rebuff, indifference or
ignorance on the part of those whom he
) seeks to enliBt in his support?EUetriciiy.