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"I will come back." Loe cried; "I will come
And there where ho had liaised lay one bright
Dreamlike and golden as the moonlit sea.
Between th pine Hood's shadow, tall and
"I will coma back," Love cried. Ah inel
Love Kill come back.
He will come back. Vet, Love, I wait, I wait;
Though It is evening now, and cold and late.
And I am wear- watching here so late,
A lalc. sad watcher at a silent gate
For Love who 1 so fair, and swift, and
I wait, I wait.
He will tom back como back, though ho de
lays? He will come back for in old years and days
He w as my playmate. He will not forget.
Though he may liiurer long amid new ways
He will bring back, with barren sweet regret.
Old years and days.
Hush! on the lonely hills Love comes again:
Hut his oung feet are marked with many
The golden haze has passed from his fall
And round him clings the blood-rod rob oi
And it la nig ht. O Lore Love enter now I
Remain 1 remain I
MAJOR JOHN BRINDON.
Major John Brindon, member of the
Arkansaw Historical society, was re
quested to read a paper relative- to the
uays of the codo within the memorr of
men now living. The major cheerfully
reswnded in the following.
Arkansaw had been a stato somo ten
years wlien I becameono of hercitizens.
I was a very ambitious young man. De
voted study had failed to win for mo a
namo of any distinction in the cast, so,
in this wild country, I was determined to
niako a living if nothing clso. Knowing
nothing of tlio state, I had no particular
point in view, but mounted on a good
horse. I struck out for somo place to
sun my lancy. unc evening, when the
winter s sun, losing his glare just abovo
the tree tops, sank down liko a ball of
dull lire, I stopped at a largo double
log house. Tho surroundings spoke
of refinement. Tho yard was a perfect
wilderness of shrubs'and flowers, and
the fields lying adjacent boro evidences
of a fine stato of cultivation.
"Get down, sir; get down," said a
polite old gentleman, coming out to the
fence. "Here, Abram, take the gentle
man's horse. Come in and have a
The room into which he ushered mc
was large and comfortable. The furni
ture was old fashioned, and as I held
out mv hands to tho blaze, I wondered
how tfio great old brass andirons had
escaped the cannon moulder in tho ear
ly days of the American revolution. My
host, I soon learned, was Judge Blake,
an eminent jurist of that day. When I
fold him that I had como "to practice
law. his face beamed with pleasure.
"Young and ambitious, of courso,"
said ho. "Well, I shall not discourage
you. We have need of youth and am
bition in a country like this. The abil
ity that would often go unrecognized in
an older state, many "times meets with
brilliant success inacountry whero ora
tory has a peculiar charm and where
logic, although an audience may bo un
educated, finds an appreciative convic
tion. Let me introduce my wife and
1 arose and bowed to a ploasant middle-aged
lady and a girl of surprising
"Mr. lirindon will remain over night
with us," said the judge. "Houses are
scarce in this section, my dear sir,"
turning to me. "My wife brings the
welcome news that supper is ready
welcome news indeed to mc, for I have,
as no doubt has been tho case with
3-ou. ridden several miles to dav.
At the table, tho young lady whom
they called Jassamine, sat opposite me.
I had ample opportunity for studying
her face, at first a pleasure and then a
fascination. She would occasionally
steal a glance at mc, and my eyes, fall
ing, would rest on the cold roast of a
bear into which my appetite, despite
my admiration, was making something
of an incision. After supper we sat
around the log fire. I found Jassamino
to be proud and well educated, though
sho did not affect that super-refinement
which prompts so many young people
to despise their surroundings.
"If you are going to practice law,"
said tho judge, "I don't know of a bet
ter place than this. Our county scat is
about four miles from here. It is not
much of a village, but its legal business
is large. Tho letters of recommenda
tion which you have shown me"
which I had shown too, rather proudly
"will admit you into tho best society.
The one from Judge King should be
treasured as a precious document. 1
am going to town to-morrow, and il
3'ou desire it, will .issist you in lo
cating." I thanked him warmly. I fancied
Jassamine's eyes rested on me in ap
proval The village was indeed small, but. as
tho judge said, there was a future before
it There was evidently not much ol
a past behind it. The court-house and
jail were log structures, very much
alike in appearance. I thought. The
business houses were small, and seemed
to Ikj filled up with the skins of ani
wals. I decided to locate. Offices were
few, but after much persuasion, I found
room with tho county clerk. A boarding-house
was the next question. This
was even more difficult than finding an
"Young man," said the judge, "il
vou don't mind tho distance, you can
board at mv house and ride in every
1 was delighted, and shook tho judge
with a tight grasp of gratitude.
I was anxious to know what Jassa
mine would think, whether or not she
would like thcKlea of admitting aboard
er, and especially if she would like the
thought of my being the boarder. That
evening I found her alone in the sitting
room. Her face showed no surprise
when I told her.
"I hope you have no objections,"
said I, disappointed.
"I? Why should I have? Whatever
father does is right."
"Don't you get very tired of living
here in the woods?"
"Oh, I suppose we all get tired living
anywhere. It is the ifind rather than
the abode that makes life agreeable."
"Then," said I, in an attempt at com
pliment, "life should be agreeable to
3-011 for you have more mind than
more mind than "
"Abode?" she immediately sug
gested. Finding that I could not finish tho
sentence as I had intended, I dropped
it; and catching up a handful of little
nothings, discussed them. While we
were talking, a footstep aroused Jassa
mine, and I fancied she changed color.
She went to the door ami said "good
evening," in a cordial voice. A man
entered. She introduced him as Dr.
Gray. I did not like him. 1 thought
that" he rather overdid tho work of
smiling. Everv time Jassamine said a
word, lie would" turn to her and smile.
Ho did not smile at mc but two or three
times, for 1 frowned at him. After
this he grinned at mc in a cold, merci
"Have you been hero long?" ho
a'ked of me when Jassamine had left
"Sort of a lawyer, eh?"
"I am a student of the law."
"I am a kind of a doctor," said he.
"If you ever need mv services, call on
'I hope that I shall never .need you."
"Probably not, but in a country like
this a smart chap never knows- how soon
ho may need a physician."
"Sir! saia i, arising.
"Re seated. Supper is not ready. No,
he doesn't kuow how soou he may need
a doctor. Such a peculiar atmosphere
in this country," and turning his
face full upon me ho grinned like a
"The other day," he continued, "I
had to fill a smart young man full of
stitches. Lawyer, too, I believe. Kopt
fooliu' around a knife. Yes, sir, they
need a doctor every now and then.
Don't forget me; sir, in caso you should
"Sir. I am not a ruffian."
"Oh, no, of course not. Tho ruffian?
don't gut hurt. Only tho smart young
men lawyers, mainlv. Strange," isn't
"I do not care to talk to you sir."
"It's only through politeness that I
am talking to you. The physician's bus
iness is to carvo rather than to court a
I sprang to my feet in a rago. Just
then Jassamino enterod.
"What is tho matter, gontlomen!" she
"Oh, nothing," replied tho doctor.
"This 3'oung Bacon wants to fight. I
have not thought much of tho subject,
but I will consider it. Chancellor,"
turning to me, "my friend will call on
"For what purpose?"
"To make suitable arrangements, my
"To fight a duel?"
"Yes to arrango a mild encounter."
"I will not accept," I exclaimed. "I
am no shot, while you doubtless are."
"I will give you "time to practice or,
perhaps you prefer tho sword. The
choice of weapons, you know, mv dear
chief justice, will be left entirely" with
"I will not accent. I was tnucht in
look upon tho codo as an arrangement
"Then it will bo mv painful duty to
post you as a coward.""
"l ou are right. It will be a
"What will the jurist do?"
"If you refer to me, I can tell von.
Ho will beat you with his fist beat vou
within an inch of your life."
"That is tho way cowards fight."
"It is tho way cowards meet with
Jassamine, without excitement, stood
regarding us. "You certainly do not
refuse to tight him?" sho said turniii"
"I will fight him in a civilized wav,"
"Yes." ho suggested, "and with tho
weapons of a brute."
I could no longer stand his taunts.
With a blow which he did not expect I
knocked him down. Jassamine
screamed, but by the time tho judge
and his wife had run into the room, I
had given the doctor what tho men in
the east would havo called a sound
I soon learned that the doctor bore
tho name of a desperate character. He
had fought several duels. I expected
that he would post mo as a coward,
and he did so, but he kept out of my
way. Tho people, I saw, attached
great importance to what they termed
the defense of honor. Xo matter how
promptly a man resented an insult and
knocked tho other down, ho was not to
bo taken into tho fold of bravo men un
til ho had shown his willingness to burn
dangerous powder. When anyone re
proached me for not fighting tho doc
tor, I attempted to laugh it off, but to
my sorrow I found it wtis a serious
"Ho would have killed mc," I said
one day to an acquaintance who sat in
Presumably," he replied.
"Well, then, do you suppose I want
to be killed?"
"Of course not, but what is life un
less it is honorable?"
"Do you mean that since I have re
fused to fight a duel with that desperate
man, my life is no longer honorable?"
"The fact that people do think you
have acted dishonorably, you cannot
"I don't bolievo that Judgo Blake
"But I warrant you that Miss Jassa
My blood tingled; my face burned.
"Why should she pay any attention to
the unfortunate affair?"
"I don't supposo sho pays any moro
attention to it than she can help! Gray
loves her, and regards you as a rival.'"'
"But good Lord!" I exclaimed, "she
cannot love him?"
"1 don't know. Stranger surmises
have proved to be true. Miss Jassamino
is rather a peculiar girl. You cannot
tell by her actions. Once, I thought I
could, confound it. I thought she loved
me. When I asked her, though, sho
told mo confidentially that sho did not.
As I rode honto, I tried to recall Jassa
mine'a looks and expressions since the
doctor had challenged me. but compar
ing them with her previous actions, I
could detect no change. I could dis
guise it from myself no longer. I loved
the girl. As I nearcd the house, I saw
her walking along the path toward a
largo spring that flowed from tho foot
of the hill. I tied my horse and joined
her. I shall never forget tho golden
light of that evening, falling on her
hair. I mado numerous experiments
in trying to work myself to a point
where I could suddenly break off and
make a declaration of my love, but niy
tongue was not eloquent. My mind
was a fire, but its flues wero choked.
Finally, with a desperate effort I said:
"Miss Jassamine, I love you!"
She stopped, looked at mc calmly and
replied: "You have made a mistake,
"Oh, no, how could I make a mis
take? How could anyone mako a mis
take in loving you?"
"I don't know, but I do know that I
did make a mistake in loving you.
Keep awa3' from me. Xo, 3-011 shall not
take mv hand. I loved 3-ou onco bo
causo 1 thought 3-ou were bravo and
chivalrous. I .suppose if Gray had in
sulted mo you would have refused his
"I would have killed him on tho
"Very likely. Xo, Mr. Brindon, it
is useless to talk to me of love. I can
not marry a man who refuses a chal
lenge." 'How can one so fair bo so blood
thirsty?" "It is not blood-thirstiness. It is love
"You are a curious girl. Good
Late one evening Jassamino and I
wero strolling in the woods not far
from her father's house. I had not
spoken to her of love since the time of
her refusal. I knew that she would
never alter her decision, for I could
read determination in every expression
of her face.
"Let us return. We havo walked far
"Xo. let us co to tho brow of
hill and look down on tho river."
I had scarcely finished the remark
when four men sprang from behind an
enormous log. Kach man wore a mask.
Jassamine tremblingly grasped my
"What do you want?" I demanded,
drawing a brace of pistols.
"We nave come after that woman!"
replied one of tho men.
liaising both pistols 1 fired in rapid
succession. The rascals fired at me,
but luckity their shots took no effect.
Jassamino fainted, just as tho ruffians
closed upon me in a hand-to-hand en--nunter.
When she retrained coiuaioiu.
ness, the rufflana had gone. She looked ,
up gratefully, and when I supported
her in my arms, she placed her head ou
my breast. Ah, delightful moment of
victory and loo.
"I have judged you hastily," .-he
said, as we drew near tho house. "Your
bravery surpasses anything I had ever
hoped to see."
I kissed her.
Tho entire country rang with my
praises. There wero no sensational
daily papers in those days, or I would
havo boon indeed a lar-lamed lioro.
Tho judgo took mo warmly by tho hand
when I told him howl loved Jassamine
"You havo mado a noble fight, my
boy. When you presented those letters
of recommendation, I knew that you
were generous and brave, even though
others thought differently. I have for
sometimo known that Jassamino loved
vou, but I knew that with hor foolish
ideas of chivalry, she would not marry
vou aftor your refusal of tho challeugo
unless you could do something to ro--ioom
A Missouri Methuselah.
MacQn count-. Missouri, can boast ot
a man who was 18 years old when Sir
Moses Monteliore was born and has
not been given a celebration cither.
His name is Robert Gibson. Ho lives
with his son, two miles southeast of
College Mound, and is described as
"rather small of size, can get about
tho houso and go out in tho yard, sit at
tho table and eat without help." Ho
was not a soldier in the war of 1812
being too old to perform military dutv
at that time. Ho drank a good ileal o"f
whisky in his early days, but finding
that tho habit was growing on him,
abandoned it. and has been a teetotaler
ever since. Ho has chewed tobacco for
sixty years, and "does not think it
hurts him." Ho docs not know
when ho was lwrn, as tho family record
was lost long ago; but, putting this
and that together, it is mado out that
ho first saw the light in tho year 1766,
in llamiolpn county, .North Carolina,
moved with his father to Kentucky at
an early day, and came from that Stato
to Missouri in 1830. He has been mar
ried twice, and has sixteen children,
twelve of whom arc living. Ho has
ISO direct desccndants.children, grand
children, and great-grandchildren. St.
Why Women Figure Mont Frequently
"About two out of three of all tho di
vorce suits brought are instituted by
women," said a prominent lawyer,
"and the causes for it are numerous
and curious. You wouldn't think, now,
that women would have more of the
aggressive spirit and pluck necessary
to go through with divorces than men,
but they have. Most people are apt to
imagine that men are the ones to bring
their troubles into court; that they are
by nature likely to choose a bold surgi
cal treatment, as it were, and get their
marital troubles ended completely. It
is easy to picture a timid woman cow
ering at the thought of lawyers and
courts, and preferring anything to tho
publicity of the Common Pleas. But
all that is sentiment and exactly con
traiy to all experience. It is the men
who shrink from tho divorce courts."
"How is that?" was asked.
"First of all," explained tho lawyer,
"there is tho question of expense, which
to a man in moderate circumstances
means a great deal. Wrhen a man
brings a divorce-suit he does so with
his eyes open to the fact that he will
not only havo to pay the fees and ex
penses of the lawyer retained bv him.
but al-o the counsel employed by his
wife. Xow, when a woman resolves
upon a separation, if she has any good
reasou for it, she has the comforting
conviction that it is going to cost her
nothing. In four cases out of live,
wiicrc the woman is tho plaintiff, the
counsel exacts, sa3 a preiiminar3" fee
of $25, and it is on the distinct under
standing that, in the event of the ap
plication being successful and tho hus
band being mulcted in costs, tho mon
3 is returned to her. So you see that
in tho financial aspect of the question
tho woman is at an advantage.
"Then," the lawyer wont op, "tho
woman feels he. wrongs much moro
than tho man. Mr. Blank bears tho
situation sullenly, but very well. When
he leaves the houso in tho morning ho
bangs tho door spitefully after him, and
in a few moments is wrapped up in tho
thousand and one interests of the day.
Now, Mrs. Blank hears that spiteful
door-bang and broods over it, and is
mad all the morning because she can't
reply to it- Tho houso is her world,
niid'cvcrything about it suggests Mr.
Blank, and, of course, unhappiness.
Xow, Blank is a devil-may-care sort of
a fellow. Ho gets drunk at his club.
and comes homo or stays away just as
lie thinks tit.
The world savs nothing.
feels mad ho can go to his
Jiome, break up tho furniture, and
wea at his wife until ho gets tired,
and then can rush out of the front door.
But when his wife is aggravated and
feels liku annoying Blank, where is he?
That's the question! In all probability
ho is having a rollicking time out some
where. "Xow what does all this lead to?" ho
continued, energetically. "Well, I'll
tell you. The woman soon begins to
seek for sympathy among her feminine
friends, and sho gets it every time I
don't want you to make any mistake
about that. This sympathy-seeking is
responsible for half the marital litiga
tion. It doesn't take long for tho lad3'
to magnify her troubles, and then her
friends make a martyr out of her and
cause her to believe that she is the most
interestingly ill-used being on earth,
while in all probability sho is nothing
of the kind. This ends, sooner or lat
er, in a visit to tho divorce lawyer, and
that settles tho business. A man doesn't
go and relate his troubles to his friends
as a woman does. If he did the pro
portion of masculine and feminino
plaintiffs would bo moro even. It is
tho custom of tho husband to let confi
dences about domestic matters severe
ly alone, and so ho doesn't receive an3
advice which would bring him within
tho grasp of tho legal profession.
"Most of the divorce suits brought
nowadays are for the absolute annull
ing of tho marriage. The courts havo
greathr discountenanced divorces with
alimony. In cases whero tho husband
has to pay the wife's counsel the fee
allowed by the court is $35 and $50.
That's nothing, though, compared with
acaso I know of, where a husband
some years ago obtained a divorce
from the Legislature. He was rich,
and it cost him $150,000. Ono mem
ber there, he told me, got $10,000 to
vofe for tho bill. Seven months aftei
the passage of tho act the divorced wife
died, and the husband didn't give up
kicking himself for a 3-ear. Hw free
dom had cost him just $21,428.50 pet
month. He had imagined that his wife
was going to live for years. Nowa
days the Legislature can't grant di
vorces for causes that would justify thi
victim in apphingto tho courts."
Shanda Singh, a blind student of St
Stephen's College, Delhi, is a prodigy.
He cannot read or write, but possesses
such a strong memory as to bo able to
repeat all his text books, Knglish, Per
sian or Urdu, 113' rote, and to work out
sums in arithmotic with remarkable
GLOBE REPUBUO. SU2TDAY MORNING, JAOT,AjaY 11 1885
Only A Itose.
With i-tals of pink llehtly curling and fair.
Shading eoftly away into clear amber there
Urcu'.hinir up in my face, that Is nipt bending
A fragrance more sweet than e'er dreamed of
Only a rose?
Who Rive me knows
The message hid safe 'ueath those petals
Seen only by uu by mn only road rlffhtT
Thy colors are rare as the dawn-tints of June.
Kre the sun rising, quenches the light of tho
And thy breath sweeter far than tho breath
of a maid
To her love, ere ou his, her pure, swoot lips are
Thou art com from a hand, OI treasure of
Whose lightest touch thrills, like a breaker of
Are silently falling, and clouds dark to see
Are bending, I bved them not sweet, seeing
Only a rose
That fading goes.
Thy beauty a thing of the pat soon to be?
No! Nol forthothougbt that w as given with
Shall live live forever dost hear me, my
Ileauty fades but Ioti
never it ocs.
love, eomlng once.
Only a rose?
Sweetest that grows I
The mystery hid 'neath thy petals so frail
Shall still, still endure, when thou'rt scentless
1 kits theo close closo thou art more than s
Though what, how, or why, I can never dis
close. Ada Iddtngs Gale.
GIPSY AND QUEEN.
"Blessed is tho life of tho solitary,
for thoy livo tinder tho protection of
Tho beatitude in question, if thus it
may be termed WI13 not call it simply
"blessing?" is quoted from one of the
verj- oldest litanies, still employed,
however, occasionally, in tho ritual of
the Greek Church.
Tho words in quostion still rang
plaintiveh;', and also dreamily, in tho
ears of tho dark Muscovitish woman,
now wending her way silently on
ward. She had heard them only that morn
ing chanted although in Sclavonic, as
a matter of course in that curiously
ancient church in Moscow that called
"Tho Little Ascension" occup3-ing a
small circumscribed corner at tho low
er end of the Chcrnichefsky Perevuloh,
and they had not ceased to haunt her
wellnigli ever since. Why? it may bo
Perhaps sho, too, was alone, as are
so many other women in this wido,
how ever beautiful, world.
Alone as (toil and themselves alono
kuow how. Onl3,that Ho helps such.
Have not the words alreaity been sung,
and also placed above, that He protects
The woman now quitted the long
road H'ing immediately- past tho spac
ious barracks by- the side of which tho sen
try duly- kept his patrcl, pacing up and
down resolutely, as if already stoutly
resolved that no foe whatever, whether
in the shape of Turk or anything else,
should, at 3113- rate during his special
reign, invade tho garrison.
!she had turned sharply to tho right,
quitted, as it seemed, with a senso of
keen relief, tho wellnigh scorching, ill
paved way, and glanced wistfully and
gratefully toward tho broad and spark
ling river, now lying all at onco within
The burning heat had indeed bid fair
throughout the course of the day to
enervate and weaken every one "no
ble" as well as now emancipated serf
3-et tenanting "holy Moscow."
Yes, this was freedom indeed. Hero
in, also, was a sense of blessed how
earnestly desired rest.
The woman liked tho picture well;
this fact was only too self-evident, for
hot tears rushed into her eyes; nor did
she apparently deem it needful to
drive them back whence they came.
Thank God! She was free at last;
alone, too, by tho side of the calm,
beautiful, oh! how untroubled, water.
"Wait, GaluubtchikV tho latter
word being expressive, if tho meaning
be taken literally, of endearment, only
that it is applied somewhat indiscrimi
nately. In a fashion, too, that at times
is curious and alike inexplicable, to
ward ricli and poor, old and young;
whilst dealing, too, in hot robuke or in
The Muscovite woman, jvhoso course
wo aro now following, had already
chosen her path; passed by several o
the monstrous clusters of cleverly and
artistically piled-up logs.lying ready for
sale here, as in how many other direc
tions of the, if onco seen, never-to-be-forgotten
She now, however, turned back ab
ruptly, as if aroused from some diffi
cult, horrible dream.
"Well?" This question sternly and
It was onh; tho cezvostchik who spoke
the driver of the. drosky which had
served to transport her to these, the
very western, although not tho most
aristocratic, regions of Moscow.
But what makes this fact? Noth
ing. "I will glance at it onco more," ex
claimed Xatalie Alexandrevna, haught
ily and yet brokenly, glancing steadily
and earnestly at a miniature gold
cross, richly enameled, which sho now
removed from a velvet caso; "but for
the last time. Sold mc, did he? And
that in spite of my beauty the beauty
which God in heaven above had given
me! For cash, too as if I had been
Tho next moment her face had sud
denly blanched. Was it a spirit that
stood beforo her or what? A figure
had crossed over swiftly from hiding
it might wellnigh be supposed amongst
some of those marvelous piles of wood,
and stood exultantly facing her.
Ho blocked her path, and sho had
fallen helplessly senselessly at his
A quarter of a century ago, however,
this the scene. Listen, then.
"Yes, foot it bravely, Qaloubtchik.
Wo all like to see you dance."
Tho child obeyed danced on and on
but, oh, how wearily!
Xo task so difficult as feigning gaycty
when tho heart is in rep.lity heavy, and
the 3'oung limbs aro in reality alike
weary. Only that such a task has to
be accomplished sometimes.
An old crono now camo forward in
Russian g3'psy attire, her head envel
oped in a monstrous, dirty crimson cot
ton kerchief, her coat more greasy than
can over bo described.
A witch-liko face, too, and a witch
liko mind. What worse?
"You dance disgracefully to-night,
you little ne'er-do-well."
"Oh, I do?" Ah how wearily, and
at onco regretfully spoken.
Surely tno girl was even sorry for
herself, and surely also mado for better
things than this! It seemed so.
Tho fire burned brightly in tho cen
ter of that gypsy encampment. The
best part, becauso the most festivo por
tion of the entire day if tho evening
hours might thus be termed was now
at hand. Around tho fire "crooned"
lazily, but evidently to their hearts
delight and at their utmost case, tho
women hags most of them belong
ing to tho gypsy crew. Their supposed
occupation at present was in watching
tho largo cauldron of delicious soup
suspended mid-air above tho burning
logs. The smell of the samo was most
enticing and it was scarcely to bo won
dered at that moro than one deep voico
from tho outer circlo demanded angrily
from timo to time when supper would
Tho men around lay for tho most
part idly, and also smoking prodigious
ly, upon the green sward rather
amongst the furzes growing in all di
rntion.s of tho forest. W hatuver ao-
tive work fell in their path was accom
plished either In the afternoon or in the
dead of night, when others slept, and
pranki and raids wero thcreforo dealt
in moro easily, aud with less chance of
No, this was now tho merry time of
recreation, aud the chief amusement
indulged in by them was watching tho
girl Natalie dance ay, dance by tho
hour at a time.
If sho was tired, they, on tho con
trary, wero never. They never dreamt
of such a state of things. It would have
Such an Inoldent as that Just named was
of actual occurrence.
been too ridiculous.
"That girl, it would seem, has for
gotten her art to-night," chimed in a
a rough-looking fellow. "She deserves I
mora work and less play, by far. You've ;
spoilt her, hag made too much of a ,
tine lady of her. Who is Natalie, I !
should like to know? a waif a miser
able stray. That's all. Mother Hirsch."
"That's all indeed." muttered Moth- i
I er Hirsch between her teeth, half-an-
IK1 "ft uu uer growling was quiCKiy
broken in upon.
' :1... V... 1 ir - t ,
"Lot tho girl alono. Mother Hirsch
and you also, Ishraael. You owe her
many and many a turn, all of you you
seem to forget that. There! I'm
ashamed of you," and ho looked around
angrily scowlingly. "Como hero, Na-
Tho girl addressed camo, tremblingly-
"ou called me, Petrovi?"
"Yes, child. Sit there. Don't mind
them. You aro too beautiful for that."
How wearily, and yet gratefully, tho
girl glanced toward him.
Sho had thrown herself meanwhile
full length upon tho green sward near
him. He was the best friend sho had
over known tho only ono, in fact,
that sho could over remember, and her
heart throbbed madly, even as ho
-inanK you, she- whispered, "you
aro always kind."
"Nonsense!" ho blurted out, uncere
moniously. "You're better than tho
rest, a thousand times. You please
my fancy, child have always done so.
Some day " He paused.
"Some day? Yes. What then?
"Some day, then," and tho man's
voico was itself again quite steady and
gruff "you'll marry me, Natalie.
Time shall yet sco you queen and mis
tress of our gypsy camp. Natalie!"
camo tho next minute, in amazed fash
ion "child girl! I scarcely know
what to call you! What's amiss?"
Sho had suddenly started to her feet,
and stood there, mutely and imploring
ly, liko ono whoso heart was indeed
full, and yet whoso mouth wholly lack
ed words for speech.
He watched her, almost savagely.
"Speak! You know the penalty
Speak! How could she, with her
heart still trembling so mercilessly?
He had now seized her by the arm
"I will sav whatever you please, Pe
rovi anything." The words camo
passionately, earnestly, and yet simply.
"Anything that 1 please, ayr
"I have already said so."
"And you are not afraid of me?"
"Afraid? Yes; horribly."
He looked astonished, and then cowl
ed the more.
"A man fit to scaro one, indeed!" as
Mother Hirsch had frequently been
heard to say.
Dili tho girl think so too?
"You understood tho words I said,
Sho bent her head now almost as if
she had already been a little queen.
He did not k"now what now to make
"You hate me?"
"Hate you! No. How could I?"
"I'll marry vou."
He, too, now started to his feet in
"I'll marry you," she whispered now,
as if in this moment afraid even of her
self and her own words.
"I'll bo their queen," came proudly.
He kept her to her word as years
wont on did this Petrovi.
And so tho years went on.
"And I am now his wifo tho wife"
she beat her breast now savagely,
even as sho spoko "of Michel Alexan
drovitch. His friend OMr friend, in
fact; Petrovi's chosen companion. Tho
bargain, too, mado without my own
consent without my knowledge even.
Sold secretly! and amid tho hours of
darkness for twenty roubles! Bah!"
"Incrediblo!" she pursued, presently.
"I loved him, too Petrovi madly.
Have loved him ever sicco I can re
member. Was grateful to him as only
a child can be who has one day drop
ped into existence, as it might seem,
from the very clouds themselves, and
like the dove of old, found no rest for
the 'sole of her foot.' All, yes, I loved
him madly, though ho did not know it
then. He thought at first I hated him
must hate him, like I hated all the
rest. I liked him even for lus rough
ness. I did not know that ho would
over scorn mo in the years to come. I
did not know that even beauty could
not keep him that oven money a
paltry sum, too was worth far more
to him than Natalie's dark eyes, which
ho once praised.
"Sold me!" she muttered again, an
grily, impatiently "and all for self. A
golden cross enameled richly was
the bribo offered for my compliance.
It mattered littlo whether I accepted it
or not. Petrovi would never have
brooked refusal had I risen in rebellion
and declared that I would never suffer
that upon which in these latter days ho
had so cruelly set his heart. iever.
Rather he would have killed mo first.
I yielded, therefore. Tho dark-eyed
gypsy girl loved the old Petrovi far too
well over thus to mar his happiness.
How could she?"
And only the darkening shadows of
evening and tho angels who wero lis
tening, softly knew or even divined
the storm of anguish and bitterness,
and also self-contempt, which in this
hour filled tho woman's soul.
Surely her heart must break.
Only that hearts in this world are
not so easily broken; and women and
men, too God knows it! rise bravely
and defiantly abovo such blows; dare
even to forget them.
Better, perhaps, far, that they should.
"But it shall only be for "to-day,"
camo again resolutely and defiantly.
"No longer. Not a single hour. "I
loved him madly. Another man's
wife, oven though it bo his bidding!
Impossible! God help mo save me
from such a fate!"
What would sho do?
What dared sho do? wo ask again
this passionately-loving, worshipping,
and yet now deserted, woman.
Only she mused, as other women
how many, too, had done beforo her.
The hours wero passing on how
Surely thoy were numbered.
And then, in the fastly passing hours
of evening, the end was coming.
Sho had just reached the brink of
that beautiful Mosliva River.
Wo have, however, already seen her
there in all hor splendid, glorious
senso of freedom; in all her senso, too,
of self-contempt, how strong.
"Thank God for this!"
Such words, indoed, wo heard her
whisper long ago. For present peace,
indeed, sho thanked them, and also
dared so vauntingly and recklessly
so blasphemously, too to offer thanks
;for that which lay before her.
loo saa. 100 sau. luipostioie, it
seems, but nevertheless true.
And God in heaven saw it all, and
The man stood angrily before her
"Why are you here?" ho asked.
Sho still lay crouching on the ground.
Ho sought to raise her lifted her by
tho arm; moro softly, far, than ho hail
done ono evening in tho long past,
when sho, a gypsy girl, had heard, for
tho first time, he loved her.
Sho shrank away. How could she
bear such touch?
"Wo struck a bargain, Natalie you
"A bargain, truly."
Ah, the bleached face which now
gazed into his. What did its story
And then, the next moment, sho had
Hung the glittering trinket from her
tho trinket, in shape and image, sym
bolical of bettor, higher things.
and sue naa aarleu irom him madly.
A rush a splash; and the tale was
all told out. How quickly.
Was it indeed possible that thus her
lovo was ended! He, too, had quickly
mado a vow on seeing all.
"Natalie! my wife my darling gypsy-girl!
I give you onco again mj
troth. I buy you" hack again."
No answer from amidst the waters.
Ho called now, madly, frantically.
Tho tide rushed on, indifferently;
laved now his very feet.
His gypsy-wife was sleeping on its
breast at rest. Tho rest for which
sho had so often craved in childish
FOR 3IOTI VE POWER.
Keely Illvaled by a l'enn.ylvanla Inventor.
An inventor of considerable genius is
stopping at tho Central Hotel in this
city. His namo is John T. Dysart, and
he is from Shippcnville, Clarion Coun
ty, Pa. Within three years past he has
procured patents on fourteen inven
tions, most of which are for the uso of
natural and artificial gas. He has spent
much time in the natural gas regions of
Pennsylvania, and, making the uses,
resources, and improvements of tho
wonderful fuel a special study, he says
tho adoption of tho mysterious fluid is
capable of vast possibilities, only being
in its infancy now.
"Thoro is no reason why it cannot be
ucd for motive power," he said.
"Compare its tremendous force with
that of stoam, and it is wondorful. In
citios it could be piped into the cylin
ders of stationary engines, and would
run them just as well as stoam. Up at
my workshop in Clarion County I fre
quently attach tho natural gaspipe to
my steam-pump, and it operates it suc
cessfully. "Other gases are capable of use for
motive power," he continued. "Re
cently 1 constructed a model railroad
in my house, and had built for it a lit
tle locomotive. I generated a certain
kind of gas, and, with the laboratory in
the engine-cab, appliod the fuel suc
cessfully. That engine ran liko a top.
Of course, it was only on a small scale;
but I could have done the same with
any large locomotive. Had I had time
to perfect my work, threo months later
I should have had a gas laboratory in
tho cab of a freight locomotive. Would
such a locomotive haul a train of cars?
Well, I should say it would. By my
process I would havo boon able to pro
duce a pressure of 1,000 pounds in five
minutes. Of course, you understand,
it was not a gas to burn that Iiiad, but
a gas generated for the purpose of pow
er only. That pressure would bo suffi
cient to pull the heaviest freight train.
A man of inventive mind has to con
tend with a great difficulty, and that is
when he is at work on one contrivance
or studying out some one idea others
will suggest themselves, and in them he
sees something new to lead him off his
original idea. That is how I happened
to let my locomotive run down.
"You have no idea of inventing a ri
val to Keely's motor, have you?" laugh
ingly suggested the reporter.
"Not at all," replied Mr. Dysart
good-naturedly, "but I havo paid some
little attention to a theory I think
throws Keely's motor far out into the
shade. Let me tell you about it A
few years ago, when I lived in Ohio, I
was visited by Prof. Tice, the noted
weather prophet. He found much in
tercst in a collection of some 5,000
mineral specimens which I have, and
while talking about them exhibited to
mo a twig of the osage orange plant.
It was perfectly white and shriveled.
He had taken it from a hedge in Illi
nois, in a region that had been swept
by terrible thunder-storms and torna
does. I asked how tho thing had whit
ened and shriveled up, and his explana
tion was that tho whole osago orange
hedge had been left in that condition,
the lightning entering tho plants, ex
panding tho sap, bursting the branches,
and leaving them saploss. The dead
plants wero not injured, there being no
sap to affect.
"Tho circumstance started a train of
inquiry in my mind. Investigating the
subject I found that tho power of water
is capablo of being expanded some 4,
347 parts by electricity. Now, there is
my theory in a nutshell. Instead of
generating steam in a locomotive or
stationary engine, introduce a power
ful electric disturbance in the water and
you will havo a motive power vastly
greater than steam. It will require
deep study, for years perhaps, to strike
just tho right amount of each element
to bring together. At first your force
would either be too powerful or too
weak. Tho man who finds the medium
will make a fortune. I am going to
devote some moro of my timo to it in
the future." Pittsburg Commercial Ga
zette. The noil of the Highlands.
The mysterious ringing of a bell in
tho vicinity of tho Highlands, on the
Hudson River, is thus accounted for by
an old boatman:
I was worried in my mind for a month
beforo Saturday night. Almost every
night when we passed through the
Highlands, near the Storm King, we
would hear a bell ring. Sometimes it
seemed to come from tno mountain top,
sometimes near the base, and now and
then wo would hear tho tinkle over
head. Wo compared notes and couldn't
decide on tho cause of it, but the mys
tery has been cleared up. Somebody
has lost a big American eagle. Tho bird
Hew through tho streets of Cornwrll
last Saturday with a steel collar around
its neck.to which was attached a good
sized bell, and tho boll rang every time
tho eagle swooped out of its course.
The hunters aro trying to catch the
bird alive. Thoy wouldn't kill it for
tho world, because they are supersti
tious, and believe if they should shoot
it thero would be no luck in the future.
I have no doubt lots of boatmen have
heard that bell in the night, the same
as I have.
A temperanco lecturer in London has
given recently some curious statistics
in regard to tho amount expended in
intoxicating liquor. He estimated the
annual average thus spent in the last
ten years at $720,000,000. This gives
an expenditure of $00,000,000 every
month, of $15,000,000 every week, and
of $25 everv second, night and day.
There are 3,508,480 letters in the Bible,
and if $205 were placed on every letter
it would represent tho annual expen
diture. The grain consumed by the
brewers and distillers is sufficient to
provide four loaves of bread per week
io eerv family in the United kingdom. J hanging its musical waters into ol
IheieJertaiuly are startling factl ' ive grove., trouical ltuunance and
The Hunting of the World.
The mornlnj; clomb the cast as young as
Adam and Eve. pure as their Paradise,
Hid hall Its advent with their orisons.
Fleets wen Uton the oceans, armies fouirht.
And countless marts sent up their smoke aud
I-overs did clasp, and there were funerals.
Men laughed, and uept, and their own 6hadows
There camo no warning of the final day.
Hurried tho hours,
the sun plunged to his
Drenching tho West in blood!
Hut chaiured their aspect for the grief dlvlno.
Tho god-llko pity of their golden oyes
Was vone, and each became a sneer of Are!
The Even was afraid, and there did come
A paralyzing terror in the air.
A horrid roaring of the brazen KastI
And, like a lightning-sandaled Hell, tho Ore,
The avenging lire, rushed round the recreant
Itlch provinces were shriveled as if leaves!
Tie roasting nations robed the earth with
The emerald Andes of the ocean writhed
Above tie clouds la their green agony.
Hut all was over soon. The radiant earth,
A ghastly cinder, a stupendous coal.
Wandered upon its ancient path. And then
The bright Orbs sparkled, and the great sun
And all the Universe waj peace and Joy!
For Discord is Time's illegitimate.
But Conoord. daughter of Eierpltr.
Franklin E. Duston.
BILL NYE AS A LAWYER.
Ills Principal Reason For Abandoning the
A dear friend in Pennsylvania write?
mo that ho has learned casually that
somo years ago I was a member of the
legal profession, and ho ask3 mo tc
state, if I will, publicly, whether that
is true, and if so, why I abandoned the
It is truo that Idid practice law in the
West, for a short time, in a very quiet
kind of way. After a few months, how
ever, I abandoned my lucrative prac
tice to accept tho portfolio of the Lar
amie City postofficc. During my brief
but tempestuous career as an attorney
1 paid out $120 for rent, and drew a
chattel mortgage, which I was never
paid for, as near as I am able to judge.
My principal reason, however, for
abandoning the profession was the sud
den death of my client. When a young
lawyer has assiduously sat and looked
out of his office window for two months
and a client comes in and shows signs
of entrusting business to him, there
springs up at onco between tho two a
warm friendship. Such was the case
with me. A middle-aged gentleman
came into my office one dav and said
he had bcon referred to me Dy a party
in town, and asked me if I had leisure
to attend to him. I said that I would
lay aside othor matters and attend to
him at onco, if ho wished. Ho said il
would be a great accommodation if I
would allow my other clients to accu
mulate in tho hall for a few moments,
and in the meantime do the business
that was on his mind. He had asked
Charlie Kitchen, at the Thorsburgh
house, to give him the name of some
poor young lawyer, and Kitchen had
told him that I was about the poorest
lawyer he knew of, so that he had
come right to me.
I saw at once that he was a shrewd
business man, and I did all I could to
please him. Ho was delighted with
the promptness with which I had done
tho work, and said he would havo more
for me to do very soon, as he had pur
chased the controlling interest in a sil
ver mine over at Jelm mountain. On
the strength of this revival in trade I
went down town and bought a half-ton
I then opened a sot of double entry
books, which I still retain, and which
aro almost as good as new. I had just
got mv new client fairly on the books
when ne was killed by falling down a
shaft a distance of two hundred feet in
i perpendicular direction. I then said
that the practice of law was invested
with too much sorrow and sadness for
me; I could not endure the constant
sundering of pleasant, friendly ties
which an active practice demanded. I
sold my "Revised Statues" to a new
notary public at Last Chance, and gave
my other liw books to a warm person
al friend. Having thus disposed of
my library, I retired from the practice
of the profession by taking down my
tin sign and nailing it to the front door
of tho pest-house at tho close of a beau
tiful summer day. There is nothing
that will dam up the flood of profession
al business so quickly as a course like
this if vou have a flood to dam, and
wish to Lave it dammed quickly; but
enough of that. A young lawyer may
be ever so popular and ovenvorked
no matter; ne can move his library to
a small-pox hospital, and in a week he
will have all the physical relaxation and
intellectual repose fie wants.
So, liko the swift flash of a brilliant
meteor across a black sky I flashed
through the heavens, lighting up the
wide realms of space, and then disap
peared forever. With thousands of
other people to select from, death
sought out the only client I ever had,
and gathered him in. With the world
full of the aged and sick, to say noth
ing of Chinamen and Indians not taxed,
the grim reaper struck his sickle into
a man in whom I felt a wonderful in
terest. No one knows who has not
seen his sole client cut down before his
face the great sorrow that settles down
upon the heart at such a time. How
lonely my office seemed after that; ho
still it seemed. I could not endure it.
I at onco abandoned the profession tc
Contrary to my fears, however, i!
soon rallied. Young blood entered in
to tho practice, and in threo month
after I had turned the key in my of
fice door one would hardly notice that
so recently a bright light in the legal
profession had been squelched, ami s
clarion voice that had always rung out
for eternal justice and equity, at sc
much per equity, had ceased to vi
brate. I was a clear-headed and cool but
normally conservative attorney. I was
not only conservative in my practice,
but in my gross receipts. I saw at
once that I could not afford to pay
forty dollars per month rent and de
pend upon a book account of two dol
lars and a half to offset it. While 1
may say that I am passionately fond of
the study and practice of law, I felt
most keenly the ostracism and tho de
pressing isolation which it seemed to
A. Blrd's-Eye View or Some or the Cities Far
moasln Story and Song.
Alexandria sits demurely bv the sea,
an Oriental maiden attracted to the
sandy shore of the Mediterranean to
barter her spices, silks, mats, with in
fidel, concluding to remain thero and
wander no more.
Jaffa lifts up her head from a rocky
cliff, and with ono hand salutes the
Mediterranean, and with the other wel
comes the caravans from Damascus and
Jerusalem. Jerusalem is still the child
of faith, dwelling where little grows,
whero there is naturally littlo trade, or
commerce, or manufacturing; drawing
her supplies mysteriously from tho
rocks and the skies; yet different races,
different religions, different civilizations
believe in her, and huddle together
about her, awaiting something that
does not appear.
Jerusalem, sitting alone on the rocky
side of Judea, is the sublime child of
faith in the past, looking forward to the
fnturo by faith.
Damascus is the fair maid issuing
from tho Abana or Baroda, mysterious-
teeming population, and sitting in
queenly robes, with hur feet in tho
sands of the desert of the Hanron.
amid mosques and minarets, and robed
men, smoking the nargileh on divans,
or by playing fountains or cooling
Beirut, standing proudly on a peninsula-shaped
headland on one side of a
beautiful crescent bay, is the commer-
I cial or moral mistress of Syria, sending
tho currents ot life up the French high
way to Damascus, as the heart sends
the blood through the artery to the
Smyrna is the mistress of two agts
and civilizations, reposing on a quiet
plateau by the sea, welcoming the com
merce of "the West, guarding the grave
of Polycarpand the manners and forms
of the Kast.
Constantinople at a distance is the
slightest of the cities, but on approach
ing near you see she wears a mask,
and behind that mask you perceive
restlessness, discontent, perfidy and
sullen waiting for revolutionary chaos.
Athens is the bride of the cities. She
hold j in one hand a broken marble point
ing to the ruins of her art in nerak;
ages the art which has conqueredffle
world and in the other the scepter of
new springing power.
Naples, as we approach It by steam
er from the south and round the point,
rises up out of the sea as a charming,
timid apparition shrinking away from
Vesuvius, who holds a smoking brand
in one hand, shaking it over her head,
and yet afraid to go in the other direc
tion, a3 he thrusts tho other hand in
his subterranean pocket, touching the
secret springs that let off convulsions
in Ischia and the regions beyond her.
Rome, tho attractive, the"interestinr,
tho historic, the hider and the revealer
of tho secrets of her mother, the "Mis
tress of the World," sitting in a royal
way on her seven hills fall as she is of
art and history is nothing else, in
form, so much as she is a saint. She
is the high priestess in her tent of the
cities of the earth. Religion is scrolled
upon her buildings, outside and inside,
on her streets, on her calendar, on her
garments, on her food and manners. I
do not know how far this sainthood
strikes in, or what it is worth. I speak
only of color.
Horence, one of the Queens, reposes
half-asleep, half-awake, in a beautiful
cradle of tho Apenines, dreaming
over tho splendors of the past, display
ing still a matchless profusion of art
treasures, and beguiling those who
come under the influence of her charms
through labyrinths of plastic and paint
Venice, the daughter of commerce,
sits with her feet in the Adriatic, snuff
ing the breezes of tho sea, browned and
weather-beaten, and her robes -soiled,
as she toyed with the gondoliers and
water sprites so long.
Paris, is the city of sentiment. Not
so much of the ideas or principles, or
even prudence or policy, as sentiment,
reigns. The inspiration of her patriot
ism is tho love of glory; of her letters
and art, the desire to" gratify artificial
demands and tastes rather than to exalt
humanity; of her efforts in dress and
manners, to create and maintain a
bland, Imperial goddess. Fashion, and
compel others to worship at his shrine.
Sentiment is the height and depth,
length and breadth of the popular feel
ings. It is curious to note that paint
ers and sculptors in Paris do not rely
upon the expression of soul, of charac
ter, in their works so much as on in
trinsic circumstances, sensational atti
tudes, combinations, adjuncts. If yon
see a statue of Liberty on a column in
a public square, she i3 represented as
standing on tip-toe on one foot, throw
ing the other far up in the air behind,
leaning far forward with a flaming
torch in her hand, and her wings'
spread, as if eager to leave the spot
and fly away to the ends of the earth,
while her whole thought is absorbed in
the figure, and you have no interest in
the face. You "see no character, no
truth, no ideal. You have a sensation
al display. Yet Paris in her clean
robes is attractive and beautiful Al
The Same One.
The father of a young amateur horse
doctor, who was a clergv'man in a New
England town, had been made a pres-
ent of a horse by his parish. The par
son was greatly delighted. The people
had paid a good prico for the horse,
and the old gentleman was anxious to
have the judgment of his son on the
animal. Taking him into the stable.ho
asked the 3-outh to look him over.which
ho did carefully, shaking his head at
every examination. At last he said:
"Father, the poor horse doesn't amount
"Why, my son, the horse is quite as
good an animal as the one on which our
Master rode when on earth."
As he said this the younr man had
just finished examining the horse's
mouth to determine his age. The old
man repeated his sentence: "Just as
good a horse as the one our Master
rode into Jerusalem."
"Father," said the youth, "it's the
same one I"
At dessert at the host's country seat
Host Now, there's a glass of wine 1
want yonr opinion on. It's of my own
Guest I thought I recognized it.
Host Ah. but how did you evet
come to taste it before?
Guest On the salad a few minutes
ago; you poured it out of the vinegar
cruet. (A coolness springs up between
Touching inscription on a tombstone:
"Here lies my mother-in-law. She
always desired my happiness. Hei
death proved this.""
French caricatures of the Chinese
I. A soldier, with one arm blown
away, to a Chinese who has lost both
legs. "Lucky for us that our two na
tions are not formally at war. If they
had been we might have got hurt."
II. A Chinese General reports a
great victory to the Emperor: Sire,
we have pulverized these audacious
barbarians pulverized them so com
pletely that 1 am unable to lay the
smallest mite of their remains at your
Imperial Majesty's august feet."
Discussing dentists: "I tell you he
is tho most expert man in tho profession
you haven't time to howl before the
tooth is out."
"O, that's nothing to my dentist.
He's quite as quick, and the operation
is so painless that evervtime he pulls
out a double tooth you Lave to thank
him and cry 'Encore!' "
What is your opinion, sir, about di
vorce?" "Madame I accept divorce as a neces
sary compromise, but I say without
hesitation that for a really nibble miml,
a soul capable of delicato'emotions, di
vorce can never hold a candle to wido w
erhood!" "O, boatman, is there any danger?
Is anybody ever lost on this river?'"
"No mum, no; never. We alius pick
up tho bodies after a day or two."
They were discussing their natatorial
;Swim? Dive? Why, I can re
main under water twenty minutes at a
"Only twenty minutes. Why, tho
other day I stayed under water a"whole
hour, lo be sure, it was because I fell
into a doze and overslept myself, but
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