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^ONE OP |THE BOYS."
BT GBORQB Z. BAGLB3.
Lower the curtains Jack, softly,
And light up the chandelier i
Stir up the fire, there, lightly,
Now draw to my bedside hero
ine something to say at parting,
The shadows are stealing nigh,
So bow your head while I whisper,
And list to me ere I die.
9
Prop up the pillows Jack, gently:
Then give me your nana in mine,
No chmk of ghtteiing glasses,
No flowing of amber wine
I've got a few words to say, lad,
'Bout the times we two have seen,
When, filling the crystal goblets,
W cliank to woman, our queen^
A
Ah, many a night old fellow,
As, the time flew swift along,
We'ye flooded the air with laughter,
And hlled the houis with song.
We've pledged our friends and our sweet
he aits,
We'\e diank to our true love's eyes,
To the blue, the black, and the hazel,
Till staisfaded from the skies.
Wefrvio have roamed home together
Full many a mom, my lad,
Shoutmg tile echoing chorus,
Roystenng, reckless, and glad.
We've tasted life's sweets together,
We've drank of its springs of joy,
But, Jack, the curtain is falling,
I'm dying to-night, my boy.
I lived while I lived foi pleasure.
I filled my cup to the brim,
Nor thought of the solemn shadows,
The specters and phantoms grim
That Avaited beyond my vision,
That cluster around me now,
That touch with their sable pinions
Mj aching and fevered brow.
!'ei true to the ties that bound us,
Old friend, ou alone are here
Of all who joined us in revel
To watch 'mid the shadows drear.
Beyond gay voices are ringing,
And eyes gleam JOYOUS and bright,
Say, Jack,do they know I'm dying
Heie in my chamber to night?"
As freely the red TOO bubbles
And loams the crj &tal glass,
Do they give a thought, I wonder,
To me as thehouis pass
Do they think, 'mid sparkling bumpers
Of old Bourbon and old Rye,
That I'm lm the shadow,
Do they toast me as I die
Wjll they miss me at banquet,
Will they miss me, think you Jack9
And upontke old time faded
Will their eyes look kindly back9
Will they thmk of when we gathered
In the moonlight on the hills,
Dunking red wine and catawba,
Caieless, thoughtless of life's ills?
Ah, well, 'tn-Ob fleeting pleasure,
Ihe AMiie and the itogMng eyes,
The blue, the black, the ha/el
Whei the luring love-lights 1 ise
Tor ou, old chum, tney are waiting,
From me they have flown away,
Ihe nights on the gleaming hilltops
Have gore from my life foi aye'
I'1
beeu thinking Jack, old fellow,
lhat my chv\s have gone to waste,
That mj revels and irousings
Weie the fruit ol pampeied taste
Through all the 3 earb that have faded
I never have known a caie,
Anil no\v as the death gloom gatheis,
I uui't remember a prayer.
I'\eleo nursing the hollow beauties,
I,ve cherished the fleeting JOJ s,
Mj life has been spent in seeking
bli3& that burdens and cloys,
Pasthonois seem stiangely bairen
Of good in my clouded sight,
And, Jack, the futuie looks misty
And dark as I die to night.
Remember, sometimes, old fellow,
Our friendship when I am dead,
When the bnght-hued birds of summei
Smgsweetlj above my head,
You'll think of our days together,
Of rollicking times now past,
But Jack, don't "tie" to their glamour,
The shadows fall lound at last.
Pi op up the pillows, Jack, gently,
Then give me vour hand in mine,
No chink of glittering glasses,
Noflowing of amber wine,
"We've tasted life's sweets togethei,
We've diank at its spnngs of joy,
But, Jack, the curtain is falling,
I'm dying, to night,my boy.
The Edict of Fate.
libiary in Mr. Trevelyan's qjegant
residence was one of the pleas
%rtments imaginable, and on
\ummer morning seemed the
Ite coolness, shade and fra
dark green carpet that
ike a sheet of emerald
reen silk curtains and
the gleaming mar
ite and gold cali-
of shelves from
and the birds
nival of song
so peace-
with Mr.
as he
ith one
entral
non
-4fect
'-&
A^ws(gj$gnpi
I regretwhich for my own I care as lit
tle as I regard the tiuthfulness of it,
as
Mr. Trevelyan here interrupted him
by a sadden blow of his fist on the
table.
"You dare tell meyou, a hired teach
er in this house, that I am a liarthat
Miss
Santelle did not make the smallest at
tempt to interrupt the tide of passion, but
there was something in his eyes that made
the gentleman pause suddenly, and then
Santelle went on, quietly as before with
that unnatural quiet that precedes terri
ble tempests.
"There is no need to introduce the
lady's name again I simply say I have
never paid her any attention beyond that
which is due to a lady from a gentleman
that I should pay an Empress of the blood
royal if the occasion required it, or any
other woman. You have seen fit to mis
construe, and from the moment you brand
ed me unfit for the position of tutor to
your sons, however false the accusation
was, you ceased to be my employer. Mr.
Trevelyan, there is no need to prolong
this interview."
He bowed with the cold, polished ease
of a society-usaged man, and went leis
urely from the library to his room with
that same compression of his handsome
lips, but with the fire in his blue eyes
giving place to a bitter, dreary woe.
"To think she is the first woman I
ever met who could quicken my pulses
by a glance of her bright, beautiful eyes
and I am insulted beoause I dare con
verse with herI, a tutor on a salary,
she a darling of tate and fortune!"
Down in the library where Santelle
had left him, Mr. Trevelyan paced to and
tro.
"The insolent, independent puppy,
with his face like a god's and his manner
the manner of a Prince. It is time he
took his conge from Trevelyan Park when
he bids fair to be a formidable rival to my
son Rupeit in Ida Veldt'sJfevor. I am
not blind I'm not a fool Mtave seen the
girl's magnificent eyes look at him with
a light in them I'd willingly give a check
for a thousand to see in them when she
laughs with my boy."
And just within one of the deep, dusky
recesses of the library, hidden by Hew
ing silken drapery, as fair a girl as evei
lived, with lustrous dark eyes all aglow,
and cheeks as pink as morning-glory,
stood quiet and breathless until 3r.
Trevelyan had left the room.
"The grand, gloiious fellow! Why he's
a Piince in disguise! I wondeiI won
der ifO dear, of course it is only chiv
alious courtesy Mr. Santelle ieels, and I
won't be a fool if he has got the most
heavenly smile and the handsomest eyes
I ever saw, but I'll see him again before
he leaves, and
But Ida Veldt did not see him again
before he left Tievelyan Park, for San
telle did not remain over one train, and
when Ida leturned fiom her gallop over
the breezy counti roads, with her cheeks
glowing, her hair wind-blown over her
face like a mist of spun gold, and her
bronze, daik eyes eloquent with the
strange, half-sweet, half sad thoughts she
could not understand, Eaymond Santelle
was separated from her, by fate and the
railroad, so many miles that ever to meet
again seemed of even less likely proba
bility than the finding of a needle in a
haystack]!
bein
'V
"But, Raymond, there is no use in you(
tins: so obstinate about it! You
have'clared3herdintention
as a
Mrs.
fever, and your eyes are as glassy
cat's in a dark cellararn't they,
Santelle?"
Harry Livingston reached out to take
Raymond Santelle's hand to feel the
throbbing, irregular pulse.
'Don't be a fool, Harry! I tell you 1
am not sickat least beyond a trifling
coldalthough I won't be responsible for
an attack of brain fever if you and Aunt
Amy don't quit coddling me."
"You see how it is, Mr. Livingston, I
can't do anything with him. He's been
just that contrary ever since he came
home the other night with a chill, and I
coaxed him to take a ht lemonade."
The little bright-eyed old lady looked
anxiously from her boy's flushed face to
Livingston's half-earnest, half-mischiev
ous one.
"He always was headstrong,you know.
Don't you remember how disagreeably
mulish he was when he came home from
Trevelyan Park, a couple of years ago,
and refused to go into society at all, even
when he had come into the snug little
legacy his grandmother leftMm?"
Santelle turned frowningiy to Living
ston.
"If you knew how it annoyed me' to
hear you talk
Harry arose promptly, lapghing^
"All right, I'll call again when you are
in better humor, Ray. Mr|$. Santelle,you
promised to show me your" pelargoniums,
I think?" i
The conservatory door had barely
closed en their heels whn Livingston's
levity vanished.
"Mrs. Santelle, Ray is a much sicker
an than you have any idea of. Can't
iu see the terrible state of irritation he
come to? Crossness and Raymond
possible, as you know, and if you
my advice and send lor a doc
ay save him a sickness, perhaps
Send for Dr. Tremaine or Dr.
tell which ever one takes the
ou and I have so often im
Ray has some trouble on
Santelle was in a condition
[pless alarm after Mr. Liv
rone. It had never occured
Ray was threatened with
Ise than an influenza, and
ston was actually hinting at
She flew back to Ray's
I sitting-roomthings had
Ray since he had come
fsand a yeardetermined
jtor must be sent for and
the wanted. She Went in,
nervous alarm, to find him lying, white
and^ still, on the lounge. In the
panic that emergencies always are sure to
create in nervous, loving people, Mrs.
Santelle breathlessly ordered her one
servant-maid to run for a physician.
Runrun to Dr. Winter's, Annie as
fast as you can, and tell him Mr. Santelle
is dying. If he's not in, go to Tremaine
Hoaranybodyonly some one must
come at once! Hurry, Annie!"
And faithful, zealous Annie tore wildly
round to find Dr. Winter out, Dr. Tre
maine out and Dr. Hoar out.
"What be I goin' toJdoJabout,itandhim
layin' as white as the piller, and the mis
sus crazy? I don't know. Ma'am, can
you tell me where there'll be another doc-
tor?'
It was a sweet, thoughtful face Annie
had seen, and stopped to question the
owner ofa daintily-dressed lady, with
darkest, saddest eyes Annie had ever
seen. She smiled brightly.
"Can I be of any use? If you are in
search of a physician, and can find none
you are looking for, you can take me I
know something about medicine."
Annie's eyes were a sight to behold.
Always big, greenish blue, and bulging,
they grew bigger, more greenish blue.and
more bulging.
"You, miss! The likes of you be able
to cure him?"
The lady had stepped into lmpfoaeton
beside a soruce-looking boy. ^T^
"Shall Tgo, or not?"
Annie gave her a despairing look.
"It's a man sick, missyou'd not ease,
nor be afraidup at Eglantine place-."
A silvery laugh fiom the chaiming lit
tle rosebud mouth as she gave the boy
the orderEglaotine place.
'Neither atraid nor ashamed. I'll see
what I can do for your master."
She nodded pleasantly, and the poniss
and phaeton dashesL off.
And so it was ordered by the powers
that be that when thie charming, beauti
ful lady saw Raymoad Santelle raving in
delirium, and made such a commonsense
diagnosis of the caser and gave such prac
tical advice to be followed till Mrs. San
telle's physician should arrive to take
charge, in a glow of enthusiasm, Mis.San
telle begged her to call and see the sick
man occasionally. With very unwar
ranted, uncalled-for blushes the lady
"Idr" she said she wasagreed to do so,
and day after day the phaeton stood for
an hour at the door of No Eglantine
place,, and Mrs. Santelle and she were
fighting a haad -to-hand fight with Azrael
for Raymond's sake, until one day Aunt
Amy eaught me girl in* her asms and
kissed her aifeently.
**Tc* think wou have saved hisa, under
God's.Goodness! Miss Ide, caa I ever
thank you eno-agh' If you only knew
how much I love youand so will
my boy when he knows how a&uch he
owes you."
Consciousness had 1 etuamed to the sick
man, and aunt Amy had told him as soon
as she daied, of Idehev sweet tender
skill, her devotion, her brave, relentless
war with his illness, hea patieace, her
pity, until Raymond with. a smile on his
pale haaasome face, asked, why Ide had
not been, to see him since- his convales
cence Aunt Amy told him that Ide had
assuied her that her piesence might dis
tuib the patient atfirst,frafcshe would see
him before long.
Aftes the first rally Raymond went on
toward health and strength with rapid
strides, until Miss Ide, with glowing
cheek an strangely lighted eyes, de
of seeing Mm again,
and one lovely afternoon* Mirs. Santelle
showed her into- the dainty invalid cham
ber. Little thiaking the accomplishment
of an unwritten romance had come, little
thinking
Well, Raymond reached out his hand,
and the girl took it with a strange shy
ness very unusual in her evdwary man
ner.
"I am glad to see you looking better,
Mr. Santelle."
"Ida! Miss Veldt! Is it possible? Oh,
can it be true? Miss Veldt, do you know
in my delirium I constantly thought you
were with me? And you wereyou
were!"
She smiled, then frowned demurely,
with her pretty fingers on his wrist.
"I cannot permit you tobecome excited
Mr. Santelle. Yes, I, Ida Veldt, who ab
breviated my name on the impulse of the
moment, when I saw who my patient was
because I
His face was flushing up with perfect
joy. ^,b
"Because what, Miss Veldt?"^
She blushed like a wild rose.'j^
There was a pleading look in her eyes
as she looked into his. He closed both
of his hands over one of hers.
"And I as your lover, forbid you to re
fuse to answer any question I ask, Mi
Ida, was it because you loved me? Tell
me it was, my darling?"
And we presume she did, since nevet
were patient and physician on such ait
fectionately intimate terms as were Mis?
Veldt and Raymond Santelle after
that*,,
in the halcyon days when they two agre
that upon the story of thetr lives
been written, from time
immemorial,
word "Kismet."
that
Sfreed
had]
1 the\
Spiiefillness of the Leopard.
The leopard has the reputation, among
hunters in India, of being more savage
and spiteful than the tiger. He dies
game, and fights to the* last. A corres
pondent of a London journal, who lived
many years in India, relates the follow
ing incident of his leopard hunting:
Reeves and his shikaree, Gunnoo,
found A leopard in the hills. On being
wounded, he charged home, fixed his
teeth in Reeves1
upper thigh clawing his
legs, and shaking furiously. Reeves told
his shikaree to help him while he batter
ed the beast's head. He was a very
powerful man, very good with the gloves
but the leopard shook him as if the blows
were nothing.
Atllfttfe sMkaree.taking off his turban
passedit around the beast's neck, and
held on not only till he had choked
him off, but until Reeves was ready to
pay hisrdebt. This bite was a bad on|
to heal. 5
**A party of six were hog hunting in
the Yenrit Hills, when the shikaree was
sent to tell of a tiger. Dismounting and
taking our guns, we climbed the steep
hill-side by a cattle track. My horse
had fallen with me in the morning, and
being quite lame, I could not keep pace
with the rest. 1
Before I knew what was going on, sev
eral shots were fired some- sixty or seven
ty yards toward me. Bullets whistled
round, and a leopard was springing down
the path before me. Taking it altogeth
er, it struck me the situation was not a
safe one, so, stepping off the path, I drop
ped down behind a rock, allowing the
beast to pass close to me, while some
more bullets knocked up the stones be
hind him.
"Pull him out!" says one. We placed
ourselves as each thought best, and show
ered down rocks upon the great miik bush
that covered him
My place was just over him. After a
considerable time, out he came a* the
foot of the rocks, ioarig savagely and
sprang up a rock some ten feet highr to
get at a man standing there as he was
within, a foot of the man's leg my bullet
struck him through the lungs, rolling him
back, but not before his blood had spurt
ed all weir the spell-struck man.
With this mortal wound in him ha
rried to reach several of the- party, but
sank at last with some ten or twelve holes
through his beautiful spotted! skin. He
was a very fine specimen of a leopard.
The man who was neaily caught thanked
me very gratefully for sav-iag him.
Fiightenedf though he had beea, he now
rather boasted of the foamy bloods spots on
his black skin.
Freneli Justice.
I"*
On the 19th ot June, 1872, thepeiice cjf
tile town of Montaoban, in France,airesl
ed as a vagrant a* young man of good ad
diiess, respectably attired, and who, al
though bearing, none of theexterml char
Kstensties of a seainjp, declined to affon
any mfoimation as to his antecedents
The unknown prisoner would give Both
ing, but his name, whhj he declared
be Lewis Thomas, bat peisistently re
fused to give tiie police any clew at.
to what his family was where he oamq
froro, or what had- beea his previous life
It happened curiously enough, just then
that in turning ovei the leaves of the of
ficial identification lists,, which aie peri
odic^lly sent to the different depaitmenti
by the Minister oflthe Interioi, the pub
lie prosecutor of the town of Montaubai
discovered that the psesence of Loui
Thomas, of whom.aofuither descriptioi
was given, was niEoh desired before, in
military tribunals to answer sundiy charg
es of being prominently concerned wit'
the doings of the GOmimme. Our sg
rant, who had sriven-this name, was the 1
upon incontinently foi warded to Paris i
be turned ovei to the coart-maitial,
foie which he was jtrraigaed in the latl
part oi^July, 1872.
Do you answer to the same of Jjoisi
Thomas-2" asked tke- Colonel presiding
"I do."
Ycwtdecline to give the court a^r
fuither mfoimation as to your (past li!
your family or VOUP residence?"
I do."
Bu* you acknowledge that you seiva i
under the Commune, and to have signo I
your name to sundiy requisitions fsr
supplies^as an employ of one of the
paitments established by the Centriil
Committee of the insurgents?"
I do.' And I take upon myself tJ i
entire responsibility of my acts as suchf
Louis-Thomas was thereupon convictaa
and sentenced to be transported for li 'e
to the penal colony in New Caledoni s,
whithea he embarked on the 14th f
June, 1873, in a Government transport.
Two years afterwasd in the month of
May, 1875, the governor of the penal col
ony aforesaid received from one of the
convicts, Edward Mzore, a'well-writtah
but voluminous document which contain
ed some interesting and curious disclo$
ures.
"I am the man,"rhe
said in substancej
"wh) under the name of Louis Thorns^
was condemned by court-martial No. 18
to transportatios) for having been con
cerned in the Commune. Louis Thomas
is not my name it never was my name
noar did I ever know anyone of thatnamfc.
During the events of the Commune I wis
50 leagues from Paris. The reason why
I assumed the responsibility of acts doae
by another, and suffered myself to he
convicted under the name which dad nbt J.Q^^
belong to me, I will now proceed to dib- commenced baddag^'towaud
close. saving as he went:
"I was at one time in the Poatmcal
Zouaves, from which I was honorably
discharged. 1 belong to a thoroughly
respectable family in the south of France,
and my mother, if still living, oaght to
be a person of independent means, re
siding in a small house in the ceighbojN
hood of Cahors. During the war wife
Germany, I served in the Eighth Battalion
of rifles, which was attached to the army
of the Loire, under the command of Gen.
d'Aurelles de Paladines. I was in the
battles of Coulmiers and Patry, and was
taken prisoner in a skirmish near Ven
"ome on the 4th of December, 1870. I
as carried to Prussia, and confined in a
irison at Erfurth, where I remained five
lonths. It was not until the end of May
871 that I finally reached my own couh
and regained my mother's house nekr
ahors. 1
"Being the only son of widow I wks
eiemptfrom further service, and, nbt
wishing to be a burdea lo my mother,] I
ca\ne to Paris in seareh of employment
wMch I soon found. But to my astoij
isHment and dismay, one fine day tvrtf
policemen came to house and awesteg
aej because, as they said, I had omitted
I to cbmply with ti reguiations Regard
to change of domici^. Lajrfft ondacted
back to my own town in aisgrace, under
the escort of two gendarmes, but, feeling'
myself to have been dishonored by these
proceedings, I managed to evade the
vigilance of my guardians'aM left the
place. Three days afterward Fwas again
arrested in
ilontaubwi^Bvisible'
& vagrant,
out money, andwith no!
support.
witfh means
a
"You are alrea^yiware Fowl"|uffered
myself to be tried anc[J condemned by a
court-martial as a Communist rather
than bring disgrace on my famriy by re
vealing my true name. The reason why
I keep silence no longer is that the life
I have been leading forthepasj: two years
has become simply unendurable."
On receipt of this^strange-letter an in
quiry was set on loot* which .resulted in
fully corroborating its statements. The
unfortunate man was at nee biought
back to Fiance, and on the 7th of Novem
ber, 1877, appeared before military tri
bunal No 3, which, after hearing the evi
dence, ordered the late Papal Zouave to
be set at liberty. But, notwithstanding
judicial proof ot this poor fellow's inno
cence f the charges brought against him,
he now finds himself, by a curious pro
vision in the laws Franc:e, in a very
awkward position. He has been found
not guilty, but his conviction must re
main against him uoSil Louis Thomas- has
been anesied and convicted fo ihe acts
above mentioned. It will not be till
then that tke court can 'annul the sen
tence of 1872 and furnish Mr. Edward
Bizore with a clean set of papers,.Cev,
Boston Advcsiiser.
A Maa Without ipxriosity.
A stranger talked into the office this
aborning, and, peering into the door of
OTsr sanctum, fixed his eyes on the bald
spot on our.head, andsaidi~
Early met^ eh? It's an awful sad
sight to seeca young\man bald-headed
"Very sad," we replied,, pushing oui
pencil vigorously, and without looking up
fiora, the writing of a 'heaj leader on
'The Comparative Influence of Rifle
Teass on M^odera-civilizaticnJ* on which
we were engage^at the imkl
"Ues," retained the yisit3rr "though
sad, it's no disgrace. 'A "bajif head, sir,
is a sign of bram-jjowei you never see a
bald beaded fool." Why, just look ai] my
headl"
He removed his Sat.,, and his head was
as barj of hair as a steam-boilgjs
"A bald-headed man was sent to the
insane asylum from this country last
month,"" we said, dropping our oyes again
on the writing before us..
"Wall,, there's.$exoejjfions Wt every
iule,'' he replied
Thea-he got up and went outr into the
compceing-room, anddooked-over a com
positor's shoulder at piece of copy.
"Strangers not allowed to read copy'"
sung oat the foremaa from the other end
of the loom. u.
"Oh,J didn't w^hytS,kfea'd
ed tho persistent stiaH
TMg copy
don't even caie for t^e originalr"
answeronl iger "I was
trying to compute Low many of these
types it would takevfo manufacture an
accomufc of a first-clasorhorse-race."
Thenslie- wentover to a stone a/uiltyieked
up a stiekful of Ftyrce that the devil had
set down for a momelr^f
"Lockout! thisja^t a bakery'" cried
the deval.
uiw !fe
"Who said it was?" 1
"Well, you weretrying to*juiahe 'pi,'
answered the devil. i
"Well,, that's all rigM. I don*ibelieve
in strangers going inrkx -a place aad mak
ing themselves perfectly at hbrhe. If I
was a oaupenter for instance,' 'and had a
kit of tools, "I' wuuldrrtf 'want paaple to
be earning foolingjaroand and slieing off
their fingers witi} my^jsels^pj^fW^thing
of that sort." ^tyl^ ^4^', *H
While he was sarymg^-tfil1
ahovo, words
he had his hands' on -ftie cylinder of the
proof press, and*wjwpwjhmg it backward
and forward, making at noise tgi&t was
plung'ng "The Comparative Influence of
Rifle-Teams on MoaferniGiyilfzation" into
a hopeless muddle. Wrf&idg Wi4 out of
the question while this^iejidjwattpresent
so abandoned the heavy leader, and,
straightening up in ou ohair!Qlied him
Gatling guns: the- sew
fool
Why,
only twV days agol a. stemgeS- eame in
here 3nd\picked up Ibfle of ,QHR Gathng
guns. OX course hejdidflftfksiow it was
loaded arid the'Cpmttogav-edecent burial
to such fragments j&'hip as the devil
managed K^-jpj&fe Wnrand the office.
Hera, boy, show^hjl^gejitlemon one of
theGatlings'.V
The devil rolled faifw&rdl a, large
cylinder, used'forw ajm
castinniro
de
visitor
f-or the/vpjpessl.s and our
the door,
No, thank ye^ i fjere ia onea
nw, that I do pride,, nf sel^en,i
there ain't a particle curiosi
composition. ^BesMesS
k#^
W 0 0$
1
man who makes the Gaftbigf guns
mother whtifmsBd to ddpFwaihing."
He backed out of th|oSoe^attd started
off after the meaner of *man who is in a
hurrv. But *Tae CompNftKeibifluence
of R'ifle-Teams on
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