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A STILL DAT IS AY I VMS.
I love to wander through the woodlands
Iv the soft gleam of an autumnal day,
When summer gathers up her robes of glory
And, like a dream of beauty, gl dcs away.
How through each loved familiar path she
Serenely smiling through the golden mist,
Tinting the wild grape with her dewy lingers,
Till Br cool emerald turns to amethyst.
Kindling the faint stars of tho hazel, shining
To light the gloom of autumu's moldering
With hoary plumes the clematis entwining,
Where, o'er the rock, her withered garland
Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands
Beneath dark clouds along the horizon
Till the slant sunbeams through their fringes
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
The moist winds breathe of crisped leaves and
In the damp hollows of the woodland sown,
Mingling the freshness of autumnal showers
With spicy airs from cedar alleys blown.
Beside the brook and on the ambered meadow
Where yellow fern tufts fleck the faded
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow
The gentian nods, in dewy slumber bound.
"Upon these soft-fringed lids the bee SitS brOOd
Like a fond lover loth to say farewell.
Or, with shut wings through silken folds in
Creeps near her heart his drowsy tale to tell.
The little birds upon the hillside lonely
Flit noiselessly along from spray to spray
Still as a sweet and wandering thought, that
Shows "its bright wings and softly glides
The scentless flowers in the warm sunlight
Forget to breathe their fullnnss of delight,
And through the tranced woods soft airs are
Still as the dewfall of the summer night.
So, in my heart a sweet, unwonted feeling
Stirs, like the wind in ocean's hollow shell,
Through .ill its secret chambers softly steal
Yet finds no words its mystic charm to tell.
"This seems to be a queer case in Grand
street," said our chief. "You may go
down there, Thompson, and see what
you can make of it."
I -was new in the Secret service at that
time, and it was a feather in my cap to
have a matter like this put entirely into
my hands, for it was a queer case and no
The place was a French flat, and the
victim of the robbery, Mr. Myron Jacobs,
occupied a suit of rooms on the second
floor. A roll of bills, containing three
hundred dollars, had been taken from the
bureau drawer, where he had dropped it
loosely the night before. The facts that
3lr. Jacobs related, and which are corro
borated by members of his household,
were mainly as follows:
Being an early riser he had started out
of bed that morning and gone into the
kitchen for the purpose of applying a
match to the fire already laid in the range,
but finding the hands of the clock only
pointed to three, and the half-light which
had deceived him into thinking it was
morning, proceeding from the waning
moon, he returned to his bed and slum
bers, that were .all the deeper, perhaps,
for his unusual waking.
When he roused himself again to see
daylight in his chamber, he had to strug
gle against a feeling of lassitude, and a
dull, heavy head before he could stir. His
wife, still' sleeping quietly by his side,
was also very hard to rouse, and was a
little indignant at finding her hands tied
together and the bed clothes fastened in
such a manner that she could not release
"I think, Myron, that you might find
some better time for playing your practi
cal jokes," she said.
"1 am afraid there is no joke about it,"
returned Mr. Jacobs, plunging his hand
into his trowsers' pocket, and finding the
loose silver he usually carried among the
A glance into the bureau-drawer
showed the magnitude of his loss. His
gold watch and some pieces of jewelry
were also missing, but these were after
ward found in odd corners about the
The maid-of -all- work, Madelena, was
discovered face downward upon the kit
chen floor, securely bound with strong
cords and quite unconscions; but when
revived she said she had just reached the
kitchen, after leaving her room, when
she was seized from behind, and a hand
pressed a damp cloth over her face, which
was all she knew of what had happened.
Her silver eardrops, which her Carl
Braun, her lover, gave her at Christmas,
had been taken out of her ears, and no
amount of searching placed them among
the articles found.
It all resolved itself down to this— that
these three persons had been chloroform
ed, and the two women bound, while the
thief secured his booty, and afterward
dropped the watch and jewelry, doubtless
impelled by the fear that they might lead
to his subsequent detection.
The queer part was in Mr. Jacobs hav
ing been left at liberty, and the compara
tively worthless trinkets of the domestic
being retained by the thief.
"That's the strangeness ofthe thing,"
said Mr. Jacobs, with considerable
warmth. "It really looks as if the job
were put up to turn suspicion against
me, and the money wasn't really mine,
He had recently withdrawn from a
partnership in a tobacco store, and had
taken charge of the establishment on the
previous day, in the absence of his late
The money, which he had brought
home for safe-keeping, was due him on
a balance which his partner owed him,
but as it had not been formally paid
over, Mr. Jacobs declined to pocket the
"Being so lately in the business, of
course you'll set up the cigars?" I sug
I had read Mr. Myron Jacobs pretty
thoroughly in the time I was questioning
him, and did not for a moment connect
him with the robbery. He was one of
those penurious but strictly honest men,
who would split a penny where there was
a half-cent due in either way. and I
hadn't any hesitancy in demanding the
perquisites which he would never think
"Don't smoke myself, but if you'll just
drop into my shop any time through the
day, and tell Gale to give you a good
cigar, he can charge it to inc. That's
the handkerchief, my wife's wrists were
bound with — yes, sir. But it's her own,
one af a pair I gave her myself. I saw it
in the bureau when I put in the money,
It was certainly a very mysterious af
fair, and it was necessary to do something
to sustain my reputation, so I took the girl,
Madalena, in charge.
"Oh, you are never going to arrest her?"
cried Mrs. Jacobs, an extremely pretty
little woman, considerably younger than
I had to explain that it was reasonably
clear that somebody within thepartments
had been,in collusion with the robber. v '" "*
There was no marks of a forced en
trance, and no time had been wasted in
aimless searching for valuables, as would
have been the case with one not well
posted in the ways of the household. ;'*;•"•,-
And then, Madalena had been tied with
such surprising tightness, compared with'
the bonds which had been imposed upon
Sirs. Jacobs. Wasn't it possible that our
burglar had been a little too anxious t®
prove her innocence of complicity in the
Two or three points which I had made
out I did not cure to publish just then,
but fixed them in my own mind for future
First, the thief was a man of short sta
ture, for in putting a match to a gas-jet
over the bureau it had been found burn
ing in the morning he had stepped upon
a stool; the position of the latter demon
strated this fact.
Second, he had supple and ingenious
fingers, as witness the deft slip-knots in
the interlacing cords which had bound
Third, if Mrs. Jacobs' pink silk hand
kerchief had not been in close juxtaposi
tion with a very good cigar long enough
to imbibe its fragrant "aroma, my nose
very much deceived me.
Fourth, if the fellow was really trying
to avert suspicion from Madalena*, he was
an artist in his way, for he had not only
drawn the cords so tight as almost to cut
into the flesh, but he had torn her ears
in taking out their cheap ornaments.
The girl herself seemed simple and hon
honest, but in the hands of a wily ruffian,
she might be a pliable tool.
I took a look at Mr. Carl Braun during
the day. He was a drug clerk, a slender,
dapper little fellow, with smooth, light
hair plastered very close above his fore
"Carl," said another clerk, passing as
he did up the five cents' worth of chloride
I called for, "do you know that it's a
quarter to three?"
"So it is," said Carl, slipping a knot
along the string and snapping it hastily
I threw down a quarter and he called
to the other to make the change, picked
up a bag of specie and started out of the
store to go to the bank.
I followed, thinking there might be a
chance to speak to him outside, and in
that way came to see that after doing his
regular business for his employer he made
a three-hundred dollar deposit of his own.
He flushed all over when he looked up
from putting the certificate in his pocket
to see me standing there.
"Mr. Thompson," he said (I did not
suppose he knew me before), "I'd like to
see you to-night after working hours."
"All right, sir," I said, and took his
It was half-past eight when he came
home to his lodgings. I knew, before he
told me, that he had been to the Central
Station to see Madalena, for I had kept
one eye open on the gentleman, not
knowing how far a troubled conscience
might drive him, nor but that he might
try to skip off without notice.
"Mr. Gale has put in a suit against
Madalena for that money," said he. "If
he gets back his three hundred dollars
they won't any of them appear against
her. It's a shame to swindle a poor fel
low like me in that way, but what else
can I do?" |
"You intend to pay it, do you?"
"Of course," and he gave me a look
which, as Dick Swiveller would say, was
a staggerer. "You don't think she had
anything to do with it, sir? At least I
Then he went directly to the point. He
wanted me to see if Mr. Gale could not be
persuaded to make easier terms.
"But if he won't," said Carl, "I've got
the three hundred dollars, and I'll pay it
sooner than have Lena shut up in that
cell another night. I did think we could
set up housekeeping on it, and that is
what makes it hard '
"Your savings?" I asked.
"No," and he turned red again as he
gave his account of how he came by the
A German friend of his, a runner for a
Cincinnati house, had come to the city
two weeks before, and together they had
bought a ticket in a lottery which drew a
six-hundred dollar prize. His friend had
paid over the half of it to him, the last
thing before he had left the city, now
"How does it come that you never
banked it until to-day?"
"You see I wanted to show it to Mada
lena. Mrs. Jacobs is particular about
followers, and this would have been her
"Oh!" I said. "And how is it that you
smoke such good cigars, Mr. Carl?"
The end of a prime Havana was stick
ing out of his pocket.
"I don't," he said, "it's— it's one that
was given me. Have it, won't you, Mr.
I declined. To have taken that cigar
then would have seemed very much like
eating of a man's salt, and then betray
When I made my report to .the chief
next morning he fixed me with that stern
eye of his it always seemed to me that
if I were an offender of justice he would
look right through me and read my crime
like print — and he said:
"With all that showing, why didn't
you arrest the clerk?"
It wasn't so easy to tell why, but I had
versed about in my conviction regarding
Carl Braun's guilt. It was natural, per
haps, that a green hand, after deliberately
executing a robbery, should be willing
to give up the booty to save an innocent
person, but every word of his showed a
tenderness for his sweetheart which I
couldn't reconcile with the rough treat
ment of Madalena's ears.
"The lottery business is an old dodge,"
continued the chief. "The friend, being
a traveling agent, cannot be produced to
prove the truth of his story. Ingenious,
but, I must say, very thin."
I went out of his presence, feeling
abashed at daring to entertain a contrary
opinion, but called in at Mr. Gale's place
of business at a later hour. He listened
to the proposition which Carl had made,
and politely refused to accept anything
short of the full amount of his loss.
"And now, if that is all, you. will ex
cuse me?" he .asked, as he consulted his
watch. "I have an engagement to keep."
He pulled out a pink silk handkerchief,
and filliped the dust from his hat as he
prepared for the street. A little odor of
heliotrope wafted across to me. He was
short and stout, dark and handsome,
with a free-and-easy way that quite in
"Any objections to giving me a good
cigar at the expense of Mr. Jacobs?" , I
"Not at all. A cigar, eh? That's like
Myron. Julian, set up the cigars for Mr.
Julian was the clerk, and, as business
was' not very brisk that morning, I had
quite a chat" with him.
Never mind how I got into his confi
dence and loosened his tongue; it's a
detective's business to draw peoDle out. •
"Capital brand this! Not enough
money in the business to suit Mr. Jacobs,
"Oh, yes; if Mr. Gale hadn't done the
handling of it. He generally overdrew
his share of the profits; but 1 don't be
lieve it was that which' led to a break
between them half so much as jealousy "
"Ah!" ■ J
"It wasn't any secret that Mrs. Jacobs
was sweet on the : junior partner. They
are cousins or something, and were en
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gaged ff once, but he was rather wild, and
friends broke up the match. She was al
ways dropping in here, with her husband
for an excuse, and if she had so much as
a pocketful of bonbons, she'd divide them
with Gale. She was forever giving him
little presents cigar-cases, match-safes
and the like; \ and as for handkerchiefs
and slippers, I don't believe he has
bought either for a year. You just ought
to see his room — f olderols than you
could shake a stick at. Old Jacobs made
a change when he got his eyes opened.
Why, the junior absolutely had a room in
their suite for awhile, but he hangs out
now at a private boarding-house. By
the-way, If you hear of any one wanting
an experienced clerk in the tobacco busi
ness, recommend me,, will you? I've an
idea that the present administration will
burst here before long."
I really had a desire to see Mr. Gale's
room, after that, and I presented myself
at his lodging-house during the after
The gentleman wasn't there, but a pa
per I carried induced the landlady to
give me his key.
That evening I went to fill an appoint
ment at Mr. Jacobs' house. His late part
ner was there, with a bundle of accounts,
and both seemed disappointed at hearing
that Carl wasn't in custody.
"Of course, it's my own money he is
offering for the girl's release," said Mr.
"I've a different theory," I replied.
"You see, in the first place, the thief let
himself in with a latch-key, which does
away with the necessity of an accomplice
inside. Being a short man, he made use
of a footstool to light the gas; and while
he rummaged the drawer for the money,
he put Mrs. Jacobs' handkerchief into
his pocket, and by a mistake, when he
came to use it in tying her hands, he sub
stituted his own, which exactly matched.
That makes it evident that the two of
you were chloroformed and the robbery
committed before the tying was done.
Then the thief overpowered Madalena,
and, to make the job more complete,
robbed her, but it is a pity that he should
have melted up the ear-drops in his own
grate afterwards, for such little traces tell
tales. Here are the two handkerchiefs,
Mr. Jacobs, and you can readily deter
mine whether your . wife's would be
scented with heliotrope or tobacco. Both
are marked with her initials — yes, I see;
but I found one in Mr. Gale's room this
afternoon along with these other things,"
And I put down the latch-key and some
pieces of melted silver on the table.
Of course there was a scene. The
chief reprimanded me afterward for
working up the case to such a sensational
"Always nab your bird with as little
fuss as possible," said he. "Now this
separation between Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs
might have been avoided but for your
Perhaps it might, but I wouldn't have
envied them the life they led; for, you see,
among other things in Mr. Gale's room, I
had found a scrap of a torn note which
never made its appearence in the evidence.
"The stupid officer refuses to think him
guilty. Our plans are all spoiled for the
present, but the time will come — "
That was all, and what those plans
were never transpired to my knowledge;
but it was Mrs. Jacob's handwriting, and
her husband couldn't forgive the fact
that she had conspired to fix the crime
Mr. Gale was sent up for six months by
the judge, and Madelena never went back
into the Jacobs' household, for the good
reason that she undertook the manage
ment of her own.
Johnny Spillkins, a Galveston boy of
about twelve summers, has just returned
from a brief visit to Austin, where he
has an uncle. Johnny must have spent
a great deal of his time in the Capitol,
and have associated with legislators, to r
he abounds in all manner of legislative
terms and expressions. His legislative
knowledge first cropped out when he
went to the door in answer to the bell.
The family clergyman was getting up a
subscription list for an orphan asylum,
and had called to get a subscription. He
asked Johnny if his father was in.
"The governor is engaged just now
with official business of great importance.
He is filing away batter-cakes and other
The clergyman stared at him, and thin
"Tell yonr father that 1 would like to
see him. 1 want him to subscribe to get
up a benefit for the orphans."
"It is of no use for you to introduce
that bill; besides, you ought to know that
the Governor has no jurisdiction in such
matters. You can get somebody to in
troduce your bill, but I shall vote against
it. It is unconstitutional to vote the
money of the state to relieve orphans.
lam in favor of orphans. They are a
good thing to have in the family, but I
do not propose that you should open the
door to fraud and corruption by appro
priating any of the cash balance for that
purpose. Why should the Orphan be re
lieved when the boy who has the mumps
is overlooked? Then again, how are we
to tell that they are orphans? They may
have two or three mothers apiece for all
this legislature may know to the contrary.
What security has this house that the
orphans will ever see the money, anyhow?
Just as like as not you will spend it in
riotous living. You had better withdraw
your motion, parson, for after this legis
lature has set down on the crippled con
federate soldier, it is not afraid of a whole
asylum full of orphans. I close the de
bate and the door." And Johnny shut
the door in the clergyman's face. The
latter gasped for breath, but passed on,
wondering that he had not heard of the
poor boy's insanity before.
When Johnny came back to the break
fast table his father asked him who was
at the door.
"It was the Rev. Goodman, but I sat
down on him in the committee-room. I
don't think he will bother this house any
more this term."
Johnny's father remarked that sending
the boy to Austin had made a fool of him,
but he thought he knew of a remedy.
Johnny replied, carelessly, that there
had already been too much special legis
lation in that family any how, and strolled
off to school.
His experiences at school were very
discouraging. When he was called on to
say his lesson ; he wanted ito refer the
whole matter to the . I Committee on
Sponges and Slate-pencils. The teacher
asked him what he meant by talking such
foolishness.: . . ■■■ .:••.:;■?
"That, sah," said Johnny, striking an
attitude and thrusting one hand in" his
vest— "that, sab, is a question that can
only be answered outside of this - hall ,
sah." ■• .. v;;; «'■; .*
The teacher replied: : •.
"Just as the gentleman wishes. After
adjournment we will have a joint discus
And so they did. When Johnny came
home he was the sorest boy on Galveston
Island; but he was still chockful of legis
lative lore, for when his mother told him
that his father had left word for him to
clean up the yard, he laughed contemptu
ously and said: ;ff
"Ha! Another message from the
governor. I believe the old man fancies
that he can run this legislature, but he
will find out about that before the session
is over.!' ;-';-.- f'-';;. -._. f. '•. v .-,
When the old man came home the first
thing he wanted to know was why the
yard wasn't cleaned up. Johnny gave
him some nonsense \ about his objecting
to the governor usurping legislative pow
er, when the old man reached out and
made a successful motion to lay Johnny
on the table, and then with a strap he had
been holding in reserve, -he warmed 7up
Johnny so that his applause could be
heard several hundred yards off, Johnny
wanted to tell the governor how much he
admired his commutation policy, but
there was such a rush of business that he
"There," said Spillkins, sen., as he
threw away the strap, "I reckon you will
never want to go to the Legislature
again." - .
Johnny is a private citizen now, and
looks upon his legislative experience as a
I heard two robins singing in the wood
One April day,;
And what they said my heart w. 11 understood
That April day;
"Oh, love is sweet through all the busy day
Oh, love is true in winter and in Maytime!"
But then, you know, the hour was Folly's
playtime — • ■
'Twas April day.
And I, to keep in tune the merry birds
That April day,
Sang with them thoughtlessly some foolish
'Twas April day;
"My love is fair, I could not help but choose
My love is good, I could not bear to lose him;
My love is wise, oh! what could I refuse him
This April day?
' 'Yet should he hear me sing, let him beware
'Tis April day;
And I say, 'I love him,' have no care —
'Tis April day;
The token that he sends oh, yes, I kiss it;
And if he &ends it not I sorely miss it;
But promise, song or kiss,now pray what is it
On April day?"
Singing and Laughing through the woods I
That April day,
Until a clear, strong voice sang back again;
"Oh, April day!
This girl of smiles and tears, this little rover,
With pleasant jesting does her heart discover,
Thy mirth is wisdom; I her happy lover;
He clasped my hand, and through the wood
f That April day,
Singing like robins in our glad content
That April day.
Oh, golden sunshine, and oh, silver raining;
Oh, earnest testing and oh, sweet complaining!
Two happy hearts stood watching daylight's
That April day.
The Discovery of Ice Cream.
It was in Lactia, and the king of the
country was such a grand king that he
wore his gold crown even at night, though
it made the worst kind of a night-cap.
The wise men of Lactia said the crown
must never come of, and it was these
wise men and the prince who formed a
conspiracy against the king, ending in
the discovery of ice-cream. But the
king lived well, growing fat and jolly,
until his son, the prince, became unruly.
Then the king grew so thin that he had
to use a piece of paper doubled up inside
of his crown to prevent it from slipping
down over his nose. • ■' •
The wise men then said:
•'"We'll make a i plan to reform this
But during the next three years they
did nothing but talk, talk, 'talk. One
day the royal candle-snuffer brought
them this note:
"Your plan or your heads.
They sent back word to the King to
please make the Prince Chief High Di
rector of the "Weather. The change that
followed was marvelous. The Prince
suited every one. He made it clear and
sunny for a picnic party, windy in the
right direction for the sailors, just right
for the farmers, cold for the fur-dealers
and hot for the bathing-resort men. The
people of Lactia almost went wild with
joy, and the King laughed and grew fat
again. The wise men claimed all the
merit, but they soon regretted doing so.
Thousands of Lactions came to thank
them in long, dry speeches, and brass
bands brayed before their houses all day,
while nightly processions marched and
hurrahed every wink of sleep from their
pillows. The wise men prayed the King
to send the people home, and, when he
refused, fifty of the wisest ran away to
sea, but the others formed a conspiracy.
The King's strawberries grew between
the palace and the royal milk-house, and
it was double high treason for any one
but the King to pick them. One morn
ing, before the weather office was open,
the wise men persuaded the Prince to go
with them and eat berries with sugar and
cream in the royal milk-house. "While
sugaring the berries they heard the King
come into the garden.
"I'm afraid those robins have been
eating my berries again!" they presently
heard him remark.
The prince paused, pale with fright.
The wise men rushed up and down, shak
ing with terror.
"Into the cream with — th--them!"
chattered the prince, and into the can of
cream the berries were dropped, sugar
and all; the lid capped on the can and the
prince on top of that. Six of the strong
est of the wise men placed their backs to
the royal milk house door, and the others
soon appeared to be sound asleep in the
corners. - : r »
The king strolled in the garden long
after the Prince's office hour. It appears
that the Prince had used only the good
weather, and had accumulated such a
store of ill winds, cold snaps, and great
storms as was never known before. The
chief high director not appearing, the
commotion that began made all the old
people hunt for their almanacs in a hur
ry. The wind blew over chimneys
and bent high steeples out of shape. And
how it snowed, how it hailed and rained,
and made the people wish there hadn't
been any Chief High Director! The
wind twitched the King's crown over the
high fence and, in two seconds, him after
it; and it rolled across the fields ten miles
before he caught it. The roof of the royal
milk-house flew over the palace, and the
badly frightened Prince and wise men
tumbled out. The wind tossed the cans
into the road and sent them spinning
away through the storm like silver,
wheels. The wise men were lost, and:
were supposed to have blown to a desert
ed island. ' -:'•'"
The King returned with his crown
just as an honest farmer drove up to the
palace in his sleigh with a cream-can he
had found in a snow-drift..- The King
carefully took off the lid and then stag
gered back, screaming and trembling.'
The can was filled with some cream-col-'
ored thick stuff, such as never before had
been seen! f . ;■■ /• * '<•-;
"Seize him," said the King, "he wants
to poison me!" and the whole court rushed
out to protect the King. , • ■.-: ■■'..- . -
. "Make him eat it or off goes his head!"
said the King. ,-.:
They expected to see the farmer drop
dead, but no! he spooned out the stuff as
fust as possible. At last the Prince ven
tured to taste, and the farmer couldn't
get the spoon back. As soon as the King
tasted he created the farmer a Duke on
the spot, ordered . one hundred guns to
be fired, and promoted the Prince to be
King, as he : himself wished :to open an
ice-cream saloon at one end of the pal- •
ace. * The t Ex-King died very wealthy.
While he lived he hired all the poor
people of Lactia to spread fine ice upon
the palace hill, and roll his cans of cream
down to freeze. It was not until after
his death that it was allowed that ice
cream could be made in any other way.
The Manners of Russian Police.
[St. Petersburg Letter to the London Tele-
V/flff graph.] ;v v
These wild cavaliers of the Don and
Ukraine are doing excellent good service
in preserving the peace of the city, j the
streets of which, in couples, they contin
ually patrol. Mounted on his little weedy
screw of a pony, with the oddest military
seat in the saddle that it is possible to
conceive, with his oil-skin covered shako,
like a saucepan without a handle, swathed
in his gray gaberdine, with his j bashlik,
or kerchiefed hood, and his long, lance
with a red staff, the Cossacks, all booted,
bearded, spurred and armed to the teeth
as he is, I cannot help fancying to be in
the main far less ferocious than he looks.
As a soldier he is heroically brave; but as
a military policeman he is not so very ill
natured. His terrible whip with the short
stock makes a fearful noise when it is
clacked; but I imagine that it frightens
people more than it hurts them. ■■•
For example, on the day of the funeral
procession the people were j strictly for
bidden to cross the ice-bound river, or
even to venture on the bosom ofthe Neva
at all, and a large detachment of soldiers
was told off to enforce the order. Of
course the people did try to cross the
river hundreds of times, and it was a rare
sight to see them chased over the ice and
snow by the Cossacks, uttering wild hur
rahs of menace; but when the delin
quents, after much dodging and doub
ling, were finally run down by the Cos
sacks, they were usually dismissed with
a little harmless bullying and a flick of
the whip, to all appearances more cere
monious than afflictive.
"La Russie," said the Marquis de (Jus
tine, "est un pays ou tout le monde
donne dcs coups; 'V and, although corporal
punishment of all kinds has long since
been abolished by law throughout the
Empire, it is certain that vast numbers of
people were smitten by the hands of au
thority on the day of translation of the
Imperial remains. But these acts of
physical coercion did not, as a rule, ex
tend beyond a harmless punching of
heads. One pasty-faced young gentle
man in a sheep-skin, with a muffin cap,
who, in the midst of a dense struggling
mob beneath the window whence I viewed
the cortege, had been dragged from off
one of the cannon which formed a solid
barrier of bronze between, the mob and
the roadway of the Nicholas Bridge, was
incautious enough to strike full in the
breast the gendarme who had collared
him. It was all over, I thought, with
that pasty-faced young gentleman. The
mines of Siberia, or enchainment to a
wheel-barrow in the Caucasus, must be
the most lenient doom that he could ex
pect; he got off, however, .with having
his head thoroughly well-punched by at
least fifteen successive gendarmes, and at
list an agent of authority leaned down
from his saddle as the culprit was borne
past him, and administered to the pasty
faced young man, with his large, buck
skin covered hand, several stinging boxes
on the ear; which, for a moment at least,
must have stimulated the circulation in
the pallid cheek of the wearer of the
muffin cap. But chastisement went no
further. I thought that at least, they
would "run him In;" but no, the fifteen
gendarmes dismissed him with a fearful
shower of clouts and cuffs, and sent him
flying into the midst of a mass of moujiks.
I caught sight of him, half an hour af
terwards, carefully climbing up one of
the street telegraph poles, from which
exalted altitude, at the risk of disturbing
the insulation of the wires, he watched
the passage of the pageant with a coun
tenance bearing more of a cheerful than
a chastened expression.
In the early history of Lafayette, card
playing was more than an amusement,
with a good many men it was a 'business. '
The founder of Lafayette, "Old" Digby,
was for many years the most noted card
player on the Wabash. There are many
anecdotes of him that have been handed
down and worth preserving. If the old
settlers are to be believed, "Old Dig" and
the late Judge Pettit had many a lively
tussle at the card table.
On one occasion the two sat down
early in the forenoon at their favorite
game of "old sledge," five dollars a game.
About four o'clock in the afternoon.when
Pettit was about seventy dollars winner,
he announced to Digby that he must
"What are you going to quit for?" in
"I want to go and take care of my
horse." replied Pettit. In those days
every lawyer kept a horse to ride the
"I can go without my dinner," the
Judge continued; "but I am not going to
abuse my horse just to accomodate you at
Peitit retired with Digby's seventy
dollars in his pocket.
The next morning, bright and early,
they were at it again. Digby had a big
streak of luck, and before twelve o'clock
had bagged $120 of Pettit's money. Rak
ing from the table the last ten dollars put
up he announced to Pettit that he was
going to quit.
"What are. you going to quit for?" in
"Why, I must go and feed my horse,
"Why— replied Pettit, "you
haven't got any horse." Slapping his hand
on his breeches pocket, , "I've got the
money to buy one!"
The game was closed. Digby, who was
a bachelor, had a one- story frame house
put up on Main street, close to where the
canal now is, an office and sleeping apart
ment. After it was finished, but the
plastering riot sufficiently dry to be occu
pied, Digby and Pettit sat down to their
favorite game of old sledge. i Digby's
money was soon exhausted, and Pettit
declared the game closed. Digby pro
posed one more, staking his new" house
against, a certain sum of money. The
game was played and Pettit was the win
ner. The next morning he made a bar
gain with a house-mover to remove the
building to a lot he owned on the south
side of Main street a little east of a public
The wooden wheels was put under, and
in the afternoon it was started up Main
street with a long team of oxen before it,
and at dark it had . just reached the
public . quare. , That -..night- Digby
and Pettit had another game, and in the
morning there was a readjustment of the
wheels, and the house was started on its
return toward the river. It ' reached its
proper place in the street, and was left
to be put back in his old position on the
'morrow. : But the next morning it was
started up town again. The next day it
took the other direction, and by this time
the whole town came to understand it.
Finally it remained in the public square
over Sunday, and on Monday continued
its way up Main street, and "wheeled on
Pettit's lot. He soon moved his books
into it, and for many years occupied it as
a law office. f
It is impossible for a man to keep up
with the literature of the age. Barnum's
monstrosity with two heads and four eyes
might do it, but the ordinary scholar
must imitate the humble flea arid— skip a
food deal. -'...-■';
' A FATAL ENCOUNTER. : *
It was toward the end of April, a sea- !
son whose arrival the delettanti in Paris j *
always witness with dismay, for then the !
first artists and cantatrices of the metrop- I ;
olis leave to reap a "golden harvest in the
provincial towns. The avenue leading to :
the theatre of Pergola was crowded with
a long file of brilliant equipages. A con- '
siderable crowd, which had not been able
to find places within the house, . already
filled by the wealthy and privileged class
of people, vented their indignation *in
loud words near the principal entrance.
A riot even was expected, so much dis
satisfaction was there manifested in the
language and gestures of the multitude.
But fortunately, the inflammable crowd
at last were pacified. .
Madame P. was to appear that night in
the opera of Norma for the last time.
The audience assembled to greet her on
the occasion was composed of the elite of
Florentine society. Never was a more
brilliant dress circle to be seen. In one
of the side boxes sat the young Count
Bacheroni with his friends. This noble
man, well-known for his liberal princi
ples, was regarded as one of the chiefs of
the Republican party of Florence and
Italy. Indeed, whether from motives of
ambition or disinterestedness, the Count
had always been found arrayed in oppo
sition to the ancient nobility of Tuscany,
and had always shown himself an ardent
and prompt defender of the menaced
liberties of the people. The people, who
are never ungrateful when a man devotes
himself to the interests of the country,
seeing in him an intrepid protector, cher
ished for him a kind of worship ap
proaching the reverence of a son for his
father. Although gifted with an excel
lent education and a rare intelligence the
Count partook of the opinions of the vul
gar with regard to stage-players, and was
imbued with the same prejudices. In hit
view an actress was entitled to no respect,
and a singer was of less consideration
than the lowest of the populace.
Ensnared by the graces and beauty of
Madame P., he had made to that cele
brated vocalist offers the most munificent
and brilliant; but they were met with
continued repulses. The evening of the
departure of the actress had arrived, and
the Count was no further advanced in her
good graces. Irritated by her indiffer
ence and inflamed with anger, he entered
the theatre with the fixed intention of
bantering the rebellious cantatrice into a
compliance to his wishes.
Madame P. was in the midst of a scene
with the tenor singer Zorelli, who person
ated the part of "Palcone," when the
Count, from his position near the stage,
hazarded some pleasantries at first gay
and satirical, then gross and injurious,
while his friends applauded and laughed
at his sallies. Zorelli approached near to
the box of the Count and listened atten
tively. So absorbed did he become that
he lost his cue, and forgot his part, while
Bacheroni, perceiving that he watched
him, began to hiss. In this he showed
■ himself less indulgent than the audience,
who had pardoned the actor his momen
-1 tary hesitation. Zorelli leveled an angry
glance at the Count, and resumed his
part. Bacheroni continued his annoying
1 remarks until the fall of the curtain."
They were yet laughing in the box of
the count, when the door opened and a
! man appeared upon the threshold. It
[ was the singer, Zorelli. His face was pale
and his brow contracted with emotion.
[ "Sir Count," he added, advancing,
1 "you have traduced and injured a female
1 when she was without protection against
your insults; and who had given you no
. cause except the rejection of your dis
: honorable proposals. That female 1 re-
gard as a sister. lam the only protect
or she has in the world, and 1 come to
demand satisfaction for the wrong you
have done her."
"Faith, you are not over fastidions in
your selection," replied the Count, with
a phlegmatic air, and with his hand
he waved Zorelli away, as beneath his
"If, in order to contend with you, sir,
it be necessary that I should be of noble
birth, I will prove that my family is of a
rank equal, if not superior, to your own;
but, in the first place, swear that you will
render me satisfaction. "
"You noble!" interrupted Bacheroni;
"away, away! What would be thought of
me were I to condescend to cross swords
with a stroller — a — "
The Count was stopped in the midst of
his remark by a blow from the hand of
Bacheroni rushed toward his adversary,
but his friends intercepted him and held
him back. The actor remained standing
near the door, with his arms folded upon
his breast. The Count, having been
calmed down, approached him, and said
in a whisper, "1 consent."
"Name your place, hour and weapon,"
"At the San-Gallo gate at midnight,
with swords; they will make less disturb
ance than fire-arms — light of the moon
will be enough there must be no wit
"Agreed," said Zorelli, and he went to
resume his part in the opera. He sang
till the close without manifesting the
slightest alteration in his voice, and with
out betraying the least emotion. Ma
dame P. having evinced some curiosity
as to the cause of his absence, he quieted
her apprehensions' by the coolness and
self-possessions to his manner. [_ f ?,~y
The Count retired from his box short
ly after the encounter with Zorelli, and
did not appear there the rest of the even
In interrogating his conscience Zorelli
satisfied himself that he had acted as be
came him toward his adversary. He had
owed such a debt of gratitude to the noble
cantatrice that he would have proved
himself a recreant and an ingrate if he
had suffered her to be outraged With im
punity. Born of a noble family of
Trieste, Zorelli had from his youth mani
fested a remarkable talent for music, and
his father had permitted him to pursue
his favorite study, under any circum
stances so natural in Italy, without fore
seeing how far it would "lead him. At
an age when the imagination of a young
man is easily inflamed and responds" read
ily to the beautiful, he heard Madame P.
and from that time resolved to devote
himself to the theater. Gifted with a
flexible and sonorous voice, and of ele
gant manners, he easily obtained an en
gagement and his debuts were highly
successful. More lately his talent dis
played f itself with such eclat that he
found himself applauded by the side of
the most admirable songstress of Italy.
It was to the well-directed lessons of
Madame P. that he had vowed a gratitude
without bounds. ■' /
At midnight Zorelli enveloped himsell
in his cloak, took a sword under his arm,
and directed his steps toward the spot
designated by the count. The moon shone
sufficiently bright for the distinguishing
of surrounding objects, On reaching the
ground he perceived a . man walking to
and fro, his head reclining upon his
breast. He approached him. It was the
Count. f., f. i-Lf&i'Jyvf
"Sir Count," said Zorelli, "consent to
retract your abusive remarks to-morrow
in the presence of witnesses, and all shall
be forgotten." - ' •:':
, "On guard!" exclaimed Bacheroni,
leveling his sword.
As these words were pronounced Zor
elli saw issue from the shade two men
whom he had not before remarked. At
the same I instant he mortally wounded
the Count, who ell, exclaiming, "In the
<mmmsmW a y®m*mm?**&- ■
name of heaven, do not kill him! I slan
But the poniard of the assassin had al-
I ready transfixed the ill-fated Zorelli. The
: sword dropped from his hands, his knees
I gave way beneath him, and he fell by the
I side of his late adversary. - ...
"Pierced to the heart!" said one of the
men, as he examined the wounds of Zor
elli. "He will not survive, and His Ex
cellency breathes no more."
The assassins, who were none other j
than the two servants of the Count, took
away the body of their master and left
that of Zorelli. '
The same night Italian liberty had lost
her strongest defender, her most devoted
champion; music her most werthy and
skillful interpreter. The next morning
the populace, among whom the servants
of the Count had spread the report that
their master had been assassinated by
Zorelli, rushed upon the unburied remains
of the actor and tore them into frag- •
3iajor Andre's Remains
Twenty-four miles up the Hudson from
New York is the ancient town of Tappan,
lying about four miles back from the '
river. This place, it will be remember
ed, was the headquarters of General
Washington at the time of Arnold's trea
son, and the scene of the execution of
the gifted but unfortunate young Major
Although a populous village has grown
up in the center of the place, its general
features have not materially, changed
since the days of the Revolution and the
different localities connected with the
history of that period are pointed out to
the tourist with the most perfect dis
The spot of Andre's execution was up
on an elevation where it could be wit
nessed by the whole army, who were
encamped around in the vicinity.
During a summer ramble in this neigh
borhood, a few years since, our friend,
the late J. H. Boyles, having a recollec
tion of reading the fact that Andre's re
mains had been removed to England, in
1831, and placed near his monument in
Westminster Abbey, had the curiosity to
make some inquiries in relation to
the event, and it chanced that the first
person of whom he sought informa
tion was an eye-witness of the disinter
ment, and who gave him the following in
teresting account of it.
The British minister, then resident at
New York, Mr. Buchanan, having been
requested by the Duke of York to obtain
permission for the removal of the re
mains, if any could be found, he pro
ceeded to Tappan, and on making known
the object of his visit, received readily all
the aid he needed in its execution
The grave of Andre was located in the
center of a cultivated field of about ten
' acres, but the plows had never been per
mitted to approach within four yards of
the spot, and a small peach tree was
i growing at the head of the grave, placed
'. there by the kindly sympathy for
1 the unfortunate dead."
There had been a tradition that Andre's
remains were removed to England many
years before, which was repeated at the
i time; but, on investigation into the mat
: ter, it was put to rest by some of the
| aged inhabitants, who were present at
: the interment, and were who satisfied the
' grave had never been reopened.
' After digging to the depth of three or
! four feet, the coffin was reached, and on
being opened, the entire skeleton was dis
i covered, all the bones in the most perfect
; order, and the root of the peach tree hay
; ing protruded through the coffin, form
' ing a network arouud the skull. He was
■ found to have been a man of small sta
After removing the remains to the sar
cophagus provided for their reception,
search was made among the dust in the
coffin to ascertain if he was buried in his
uniform; but no buttons were found, and
it was afterwards remembered by an aged
resident that his uniform had been given
to his servant.
A Russian Camille.
Some one cried "La Belle Russe!" and
in a moment every head was turned; even
the coachmen forgot their poker-like dig
nity and had eyes, the consequence of
which was that the carriages got up in a
tangle that brought almost to a stand the
carriage containing the object of the sen
sation. Like everybody else I craned my
neck and saw a handsome carriage, the
body of which was the color of and shone
like jet. It was lined with black satin
and sparingly trimmed in gold. Inside,
half reclining on the luxurious leopard
skins piled up beneath her, sat a woman,
who bore with calm disdain the gaze of
the multitude. She looked about thirty
and she looked as if she had never been
a girl, but always a mature, a superbly
beautiful woman. She was tall and of a
figure formed of lines of beauty hardly
voluptuous, yet not in the least spirit
uelle. Her faultless in the large
eyes, dark and sombre as death, in the
black lashes that swept her colorless
cheek, in the smooth, low forehead, the
straight nose, the curved, red lips, the
rounded chin— was meant for a poet to
write of or a painter to perpetuate. Neith
er happiness nor animation shone in her
countenance, which was as intellectual as
beautiful; pride, though, was stamped
upon every feature. "Sufficient unto my
self" must be her invincible motto. Her
dress showed she knew and understood
her beauty, and was not indifferent to it
or its effect. Every detail spoke of care,
of wealth, of perfect taste, from the satin
bottines on her small feet to her dainty
handkerchief, decked with royal lace, in
her little hand. Her toilet was as if the
sun and black night had met to beautify
her. The sweeping robe of old gold satin
that enveloped her from head to foot,
made her look as though wrapt in a cloud
of sunset, that jealousy tried to hide,
while it exposed her perfect figure. It
was not spoiled by furbelows and paltry
trimmings, but flowed away in rich,
shimmering waves and folds, and was
clasped at the warm, white throat with a
singular ornament, a tiger cut out of
topaz and with diamond eyes. In her
ears she wore serpents of topaz, coiled as
if to spring, and .around her neck the
form of one undulated and writhed in
the light, it seemed, of the two precious
stores. Over the dusky hair was simply
a turban of golden tissue, with long, float
ing ends, that gave her 'an Oriental look.
The Russian Camille was once upon a
time nothing but a peasant girl, who
picked up fagots in the woods near .
Viatka. I dare say she has noble blood
in her veins, f But one day the fagot bus
iness was put to an end by her being
picked up herself by a young nobleman,
who took her to St. Petersburg.. It seems
she has naturally a high order, of mind,
and set about educating herself with great
success. She was brought here afterward
by a French Duke, who now supports her
estaolishment; but she looks so unhappy,
in spite of her diamonds and luxuries,
that I believe she feels that she was born
for something better.
Mrs. Arnold's Iv juries.
Cleveland, June 23.— Mrs. Arnold, whose
skull was fractured yesterday by a locomotive
at the time President Garfield's uncle was
killed, was still in a critical condition. Her
brother, Dr. Boynton, is expected •to-morrow
morning from Long Branch. . The funeral of
Thos. Garfield will be held Saturday afternoon.
Word has been received that the President will -.
not be here to attend.*' "•,- -