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. y si % 1 w Si Lm m a Sft ■», .-*•*• zn. ****-»*> 2 , *Ci No. 888. Volume XX2 Helena, Montana, Thursday, September 6, <f Ip* Hlctl'Iy ifjcrahl R. E. FISK D. W. F1SK Ä. J. FISK. Publisher s and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in Montana Rates ol Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: One Year. (I» mlianee).............................Ç3 00 81x Months, (In advance) ............................... 1 75 Three Months, (in advar.ee).......................... 1 00 When not paid for in advance the r**e will be Four Dollar» per year^ Postage, in all cases, Prepala. DAILY HERALD: Olty Subscribers,delivered by carrier 81.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 Nix Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 If not piiio in advance, 812 }cr annum. [Entered at the Pobtoflice at Helena as second cliv-s mutter.) ««-All communications should be addressedto FISK BROS., Publishero, Helena, Montana IN Itt'NHAGU. You may wc That tells 1 Of » aptives' An 1 i Mil. ab ve tlie page rient wrong" id t' rants' rage, sc *1 by s rot g. Y< nr poet knows a sterner thrall, A harder yoke he sings — The bondage of the Very »mall, i he Tyranny of Tilings. And trulv ours is hardest fate, litir lot more hopeless far, Who scarcely fe lour tost estate, Mr know what slaves we are. Slaves to life's thousand small demands, I s toil, its fret its <• .re ; Slaves to cur homes, our goods, our lands, Slaves to the clothes we w ar. Slaves to the cheri-lied things we fold In careful closets s ut. The plate we st re, the books we bold Too elioicc to read—or cut! Slave—ah, to wdrat a host of things! Poor Gullivers » ould quake Beneath a w< b of threa Is and strings \Ve know- not how to break ! (live place, O "Ta 1 erlane the Great " Sesostris, Ptolemy ! I sing the bond to * hose hard weight Your chains were liberty. The yoke more strict than despot's thrall, More stern than ru e of kings— The hardest lyrunny of all. The tyranny cf things. THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER, To the homo of his father returning The Prodigal, weary and worn, Is greeted with joy ami thanksgiving, As when on his first natal morn; A "robe" and a "l ing" is bis portion. The servants as suppliants bow. Ho is clad in tine linea and purple, In return for his penitent vow. But. ah', for the Prodigal Daughter, \Vh > has wandered away from her horns Her feet must still press the dark valley And through the wild wilderness roam; Alone ou the bleak, barren mountains— The mountains so dreary and cold— No baud is outstretched In fond pity To welcome her back to the fold. But thanks to the Shepherd, whose mercy Still follows his sheep, Wiough they stray, Th" weakest, and e'en the forsaken, Ho bears in his bosom alway; And in the briglis mansions of glory, Which the blood of his sacrifice won, There is room for the Prodigal Daughter As well as the Prodigal Son. Getting Even at East. Our red headed girls have at last got tho joke ou tho public. Every timo pretty girl with red hair outers an ele vated train heads aro stuck out of tho windows and necks are craned to see if there isn't a whito horse following tho train. If sho gets on to a ferryboat people look as if they expected a species of Per sens of some kind to pass tho boat. She has got tired of this and of the miniature whito horse that the Broadway dude wears on his watch chain and flaunts insolently in her face as sho enters a car. She has a new scheme—a counter irritant. It's whito liorso breastpin made of celluloid which sho wears conspicuously at her throat. Instead of staring at her and the road alternately, people give her undi vided attention for a minute, and when they discover the joke they smile and pass on, glad for a chance to attend to their own business.—Now York Telegram. Cleaning Einen Without Soap. According to LTndustrio Parisienne, laundryman in the vicinity of Paris has discovered a very ingenious method of cleaning linen without soap. Ileuses no soap or lye, nor chlorine, but replaces these substances by boiled potatoes, with which ho rubs tho linen. This curious process, it appears, is much superior to thoso hitherto employed, and the worst soiled cotton, linen or silk, cleaned by this method, are mado whither than they could bo by tho use of an alkali. Besides, the method has the advantage that brushes can be dispensed with aud well water bo used.—Frank Leslie's. Phrases of tho Novelis.s. London Truth is in a stato of mind be cause novelists will never refer to a hand pure and simple; it always must bo a "gloved hand" or an "ungloved hand," 1 ruth says, and intimates that tho next thing ni order is to find tho boys of fiction bathing with "unshod feet" and playing football with "shod" ones, while tho dy ing heroine in tho last chapter may be ex pected to turn her "lovely, unbonneted lcu 'l on the snowy pillow" and tho hero to down Pall Mall with his "intellectual Lead magnificently hatted."—New- York bun. Chapter In Eocust Lore. •'hnaha Bov—Oh. Pap, hero's a 17-year ''"ust, an' it's got W on its wings. Aunt ane says that means war. e , P —1 hero won't bo any war in this county except a political war. I guess aU( is for "w-rangle." Maybe so. Grandma savs it isn't a W, She says it's an M upside down.'' All the same. If it's an M it stands 'or mud.'''—Omaha World. A Curions Phenomenon, gentleman—Is that the dog you've al *Y S had. Aunt Dinah? Diu ^-Ves, sah; he am de sef When wo fust got him he im ... yaller, but mo an' Rastns been da k complected, sah, an' he has Taller S ?. lo ?£> dat ob Iate yeahs dat black kin der turnin'into er rusty Epocli ut kc am de same dawg.—The DOWN IN A COAL MINE. WANDERING THROUGH PASSAGES UNDERGROUND. Descent in the Pas«»nger Shaft—Gloomy Passages and Narrow Tunnels—Mules as a Motlvo Power—The Miner aud His Drill—The Blast. Tho entrance to nearly all mines disap points preconceived notions. Ono cannot say exactly what he expected, but he cer tainly expected something different from the reality Here, for instance, there was no indication of tho existence of the mino save in tho presence of tho breakers and the hugo pile of culm. At a short dis tance from the breaker was a little shed about ten feet square, and yawning in this was tho mouth of the passenger shaft. Tho other shaft, up w r hich are hoisted tho tho cars loaded with coal, opens directly into tho breaker. As we gathered about tho passenger shaft tho car was hoisted several times, bringing up a number of miners and laborers, and ail looked like imps from th>- infernal regions. Their bodies and clothing were black as jet from smoke and coal dust, and tho only whito ono could see about them was tho whites of their eyes. In their caps were extin guished torches, which still gave out a black and sullen smoke. Mon wo found them, talking freely of their lives and rather enjoying tho curiosity they in spired. Their appearance, and the mouth of that black shaft leading down a sheer 300 feet into the bowels of tho earth, led some of the party to conclude that they would enjoy a bird's cyo view of Provi dence on tho surface rather than tempt Providenco under ground. So less than forty mado the descent. Each of us was given a little torch, and then wo gathered about tho shaft, Tho elevator is simply a platform like a freight elevator, with no railing at either side. Above it is a hood to keep off tho water constantly dripping down tho shaft from tho seams in tho rock. Ten at a timo we crowded upon tho elevator, tho torches flaring up around us and fill ing cur lungs with smoke. The signal was given, and every heart sank a little as the car rushed swiftly down. Perhaps I reveal a woeful ignoranco when I say that I expected to see as soon as I stepped from tho car a vast rugged chamber, glittering with distant lights and alive with eager workers. I had read descriptions of mines and seen pictures of them, and yet this delusion clings to me. But in ono instant vanished all these chimeras, and I beheld a narrow tunnel, so low that I involuntarily stooped my But in ono instant vanished all these chimeras, and I beheld a narrow tunnel, so low that I involuntarily stooped my head, whether such a proceeding were necessary or not, and darker than mid night. On either side were walls of coal, glittering strangely as the rays of light fell upon them, aud hewn into ail sorts of irregular shapes and narrow recesses. But tho roof or ceiling seemed as smooth and polished as marble. Tho vein of coal runs of almost uniform thickness, and tho slate above and below forms a com paratively level floor and roof. Along this narrow passage vro wand ered, tho light from our flickering lamps making the darkness ahead the more im penetrable. At short intervals were chain bers where tho coal had been mined more extensively, but between all chambers pillars at least thirty feet in thickness were left to support the tremendous weight of the superincumbent rock. And in the chambers themselves were joists and beams of wood erected for tho same purpose. One could scarcely realize that all theso passageways and chambers were carefully laid out by engineers and sur veyors, and that plans w ere drawn, mark ing all the turns and divergences as accu rately as tho map of a city. But such was tho case, and not a blow of tho pickax is struck that is not fore seen, and so two passageways approach each other from epposite directions, and are finally united in one. At intervals are heavy, air tight doors of wood, which serve the purpose of breaking the cur rents of air, givo a perfect circulation, and allow tho steam fans to exhaust tho fire damp that may have accumulated in any chamber, no matter how far distant. As these were closed behind us they gave a crash like thunder, every sound being magnified by the rocky walls. Finally, when wo had gone hundreds of feet from the shaft, we began to seo dim and twinkling lights in the distance, and to hear echoing cries, tho crash of loaded cars rolling along tho rail, and tho clang of steel on tho sullen rocks. Mules furn ish tho only motive power, and perhaps it is because of their well known stubborn ness that they needed such vociferous di rectiou that for minutes wo would hear shouts and cries that were echoed until they seemed to come from a hundred lungs. T' en we would range ourselves close along tho walls and up would rum ble and clatter and clash a loaded ear, drawn by several straining mules and driven (or rather directed, for no reins were used), by a boy as black as tho coal itself, his eyes glittering strangely in the light from tho smoking lamp stuck in his hat band. And finally we reached the miners them selves, for all tho men we had previously seen were merely tho laborers. Each miner had a chamber to himself, and into tho walls ho was viciously digging his drill. Of course his eyes get accustomed to tho semi gloom, but to us it seemed as if ho must work solely by the sense of feeling. Tho miner we surrounded told us that he was almost ready for a blast. While we waited a car rolled noisily up to a pile of broken coal, and a black and grimy laborer caught up a shovel and sent tho lumps thundering into tho car. Before it was filled tho miner told us that his charge was ready and bado us go around tho nearest corner. Fifty feet awav wo were halted, and then came an anxious pause, each ono agitated some what, if tho truth must bo told. Then came a loud and reverberating roar, fol lowed by the crash of tumbling rock. Tho earth shook beneath our feet, and from tho slato roof, a foot above our heads, splinters of rock seemed to fall around us. Perhaps no ono really expected the roof to fall and crush us, but there was a sigh of relief when the blast wm over. Wc hurried baejt to the chamber with the smell of powder in our nostrils. A jagged hole was pierced in tho coal, and as we looked through tho smoke and dust, blackened and demoniac face appeared at us from its depths. The blast had opened a passage directly through into the adjoining chamber, and the face v as that of tho good natured miner on the other side. The coal that tho biast had loosened lay heaped in confusion by the opening. So shattered had it been by tho explosion that it could easily bo broken by a pickaxe into size convenient for handling. Nothing then remained but for the laborer to shovel it all, largo and small lumps aud even the dust, into a car, that was hoisted into the breaker.—"F W. H." in Albany Argus A Simple, Convenient Summer Retreat. A respected citizen residing on North avenue has a peculiar way of seeking re lief from the beat of summer, which is, perhaps, worth mentioning before the an nual exodus to fashionable watering places The apparent advantages of his plan are its cheapness and homely sim plicity lie does not bother his head lay ing out routes of travel among mountains, and lakes, and along the sea shore. Each summer is spent at the same place. At the approach of extreme heat he hies himself at once to his retreat. There are no musquitoes there, no brass bands, no crowds, no noise. He enjoys genuine re pose and quiet. His life in the summer may be compared to that of those hermits who occasionally take up their abodes in caves and recesses under the earth's sur face The Rochesterian's cave is the cel lar under his residence. This he furnishes with rugs, an easy chair, a couch and a table Ho passes his timo pleasantly, taking huge enjoyment out of an old fash ioned, long stemmed pipe, and some books and papers. The air is quite as cool as can be desired, and the cellar being dry, bo docs not fear rheumatism or ma lari a. This peculiar gentleman does not choose to sojourn in his cellar in the summer be cause bo cannot afford to go elsewhere. He is. in fact, in comfortable circum stances, retired from business, and living on a neat yearly income from his prop erty. Being of quite an advanced age he dislikes traveling any distance. Ho thinks that his plan is the best for keep ing cool in summer without going away from homo. lie is not the only one who has adopted this plan. A Baltimore man who passes his summers in a cellar was described in ono of tho papers of that city some years ago. Which of the two first conceived the idea is not certain. The Rochesterian has had the plan in working order for three or four years. Rochester Union. Carbon for Electric Lighting. It may be imagined that carbon, being made from tho direct products of coal and petroleum, is a dirty material, offensive to the smell and more so to the taste. It is dirty, in the course of its preparation, be cause tho men working with it become as dirty and greasy faced as if they were working in a coal mine. Completed it is qui to another mat tor, and tho largest piece of it may be Handled with kid gloves without soiling them Neither is it of fensive to the smell. The ordinarily curi ous citizen can tell all that To secure testimony as to taste, however, it is nec essary to go into the factory, by proxy of course, because you can't go yourself. There you are ready for the explanation that the carbon is submitted to such heat that the taste is all gone, and you are still readier to believe that this is true The hour is one in which work is slack, and tho men and boys are taking it easy. There's ono who is smoking a peculiar pipe, presenting an entirely novel appear ance. What it is you can see by the occupa tion of the man next to him. He is whit tling a piece of carbon into the shape of a pipe bowl, and now he has it done to his satisfaction and is hollowing out the bowl. There's another man who seems to bo forcing a hole through a piece of stick carbon, aud looking a second time you see that's exactly what he is doing, and a second later you see him put it into a car bon pipe bowl as a stem, fill the bowl with tobacco, light it up and commence to smoke. Novel, isn't it? You don't think you'd like it? Of course not, but the men who work in carbon and who smoke out of carbon pipes say it makes one of the most delightfully cool smokes imaginable, and the material being so porous, absorbs all of the nicotine before it can possibly reach the mouth and sys tem.—Globe-Democrat. A Ballet Girl's Preparation. Tho process of preparing a French ballet girl for her debut has been divulged by a lady who is a professor of tho art of kalsomining, as it may be termed. The danseuse, who is about to faire son mastic, sits before her looking glass, and over face, arms, neck, shoulders and bosom she spreads a coat of liquid white, which dries and forms a sort of varnish. This first coat she greases with a little cold cream and perfumes it with a dash of poudre do riz Then she touches up her cheeks with vermilion, heightens tho red of her lips with carmine, magnifies the contour of the eyes with kohl, paints her eyebrows with Indian ink, picks out a few veins, and the mastic is complete. This opera tion requires at least half an hour. Next the dancer draws on her silk tights, and next she dons her underskirt; then follows the corsage, the five or ten gauze skirts, or whatever more or less succinct costume may bo worn; and finally the bracelets, earrings, and miscellaneous jewelry which these young ladies will insist on wearing. Thus equipped she bounces on to the stage, smiling, fresh and gay, and flitting with easy grace through her pas. ap plauded by the admiring audience. But the moment that her back is turned to tho public the smile vanishes, her face be comes serious, her features are grimacing and drawn with fatigue, and as she passes us we see that she is panting for breath and bathed in perspiration. And by the time she has finished dancing she will be so worn out that she will scarcely havo strength enough left to crawl upstairs to her dressing room, where she will need to be rubbed down and tended like an over taxed racehorse.—Home Journal. Women Who Sell Newspapers. The number of grown women who sell newspapers on the streets is constantly increasing, and today there aro eight of them, between 30 and 50 years of age, vending papers at the big bridge entrance and the immediate neighborhood. Some of them are assisted by little sons and daughters, and one has a buxom gil l of 17 or IS, whose raven hair and ruddy cheeks attract a great deal if not always respect ful attention. There is not much chivalry In the newsboys who do not hesitate to mob a man or haze a boy who intrudes on their posts; but they do not interfere with these women, no matter how many cut up their business.—New York Sun. LIGHT LITERATURE. EFFECTS OF THE CONTINUED CON SUMPTION OF TRASHY STORIES. A Washington Reporter Fries Into the the Secrets of tho Cheap Book Trade. Tho Novel Reading Habit and Its Re sults—Cheap Libraries, | Persons very fond of reading, but with little spare time to indulge their taste, whe visit a narrow shop near one of tho de partments, are apt to come away with a severe attack of the blues. The shelves, counters, and even the floor of the shop are chock full of pretty nearly all thewis dom of tho aucieuts and wit of tho mod erns, done up in elegant but handily pocketablo paper bound packages, which sell at from ten to twenty cents each. The shop, in fact, is a sort of headquarters for the cheap libraries now so numerous, and which aro said to bo doing great damage to the more pretentious branches of the book trade. Here, for $0, a careful person can pur chase a library more exteusivo and better than was ever owned by many a man whom the world calls great and wise History, biography, poetry, philosophy, science, literature and romance aro min gled in bewildering confusion and pro fusion. A glance at the titles of the famous works piled on shelf and counter fills one with despair of ever being able to read them all, so numeroys are they; and yet they are so cheap that a person with the reading habit feels ashamed not to buy an armful and rush off to his den to devour them at once. "We havo several customers who read two and three books a day," the proprie tor said to an inquisitive reporter. "One man in particular used to come in regu larly every other or third day and carry off each time from six to eight volumes. Ho didn't appear particular about what he read, but took them just as they came. Ho kept it up week after week, too. Ho had a place in the interior department but was discharged not long ago." The propietor didn't intimate that there was any connection between the man's reading habits and the loss of his position but it struck :,ho reporter that there might be. A BOOK A DAY. "There aro plenty of people who aver ago a book a day, month in and month out," tho proprietor continued. "These people are mostly novel Readers, of course, It gets to be a passion with them, liko anything else, and they givo all their spare time to it. If they can't get hold of a new story as sqop as they have fin ished the old one they don't know what to do with themselves and are miserable —like a tippler whose rations have been cut off or a morphine eater who can't get the drug." "Do you notice much difference in the class of stories preferred by men and wo men?" the reporter asked. "No, I can t say that I do. The women don't seem to be especially fond of love stories. In fact, some women who come here won't read love stories or novels written by women. They prefer the de tective stories and mysteries of Du Bois gobey and Garboriau and Zola's highly flavored stuff. G. W. M. Reynolds' sen sational romances u$ed to have a big sale, but they aren't in as much demand as they were." "Haven't the cheap libraries hurt tho sensational story papers a great deal?" the sensational story papers a great deal?" the reporter inquired. "Well, not as much as I thought they were going to at first," the geutlemau said. "I expected the story papers would be entirely driven out of the field by the cheap libraries, but T hardly think their sales have fallen as much as 23 per cent. The papers havo to keep booming them selves all the time, though, or they lose ground badly. They aren't the bonanzas they used to be. The newsdealers wouldn't be very sorry if the story papers were driven out of the field altogether. The margin of profit on them is very small, aud the worst of it is the people who buy them are of the 'charge-it-and-ril-pay you-next-time' class. Now, if they fail to pay once it knocks tho profit off a good many papers." "The peoplo who read the story papers» then, are of a different class from those who buy the cheap library novels?" FALSE AND FOOLISH IDEAS. "Yes, as a rule, they are. The people who read these novels and serial stories get false aud foolish ideas of life. This is especially true of the confirmed story aper readers. They are the worst of all. can tell 011 » of them almost as quickly as I set eyes on her—for the story paper readers are generally women. They have a would be grand and romantic air about them, uso big words and theatrical ex pressions, and try to imitate generally in their manner the highly wrought charac ters they read about in the serials. Girls brought up from the time they are fifteen or sixteen on this sort of reading aren't satisfied with a man unless he is like the heroes of their stories, and they are apt to wait a good while before they find ono who seems to promise to come to what they call their 'ideal.' And then, if they do get married, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, they soon discover that the promises were all false; that they haven't married their hero at all, but only an ordinary, common place man, with not enough of the story paper 'ideal' to him to supply a paragraph in ono of the sloppy serials. "These people with tho story paper habit," the speaker continued," "seem hardly able to control their impatience from week to week for the succeeding in stallments of the romances. Many of them make a practice of coming here about the time they know the papers arrive and waiting until they can get them; and if they should happen to be late, and all the papers are sold out when they get here, then there is a row." "How many of the cheap libraries are there now in existence?" the reporter asked. "Oh, probably fifty all told," the dealer answered, "and new ones are starting up every week. The trade has got to be something immense. Many of the libra ries are published irregularly, sending out a volume once or twice a month. There are about a dozen which come out regu larly from one to three times a week. A couple of the leading ones for a while published a number every day, but they seemed to have exhausted the supply of uncopyrighted and foreign novels and other available books, and now send out three numbers a week. "We have an arrangement which makes the cneap linranes cheaper still," the speaker continued. "We buy back books which are not damaged in reading at half price, so that even people who read eight or ten books a week are in no danger of bankrupting themselves by indulging in this form of dissipation. It isn't an ex | pensive vice nowadays, at least in its im mediate consequences." — Washington a Definition of Male Beauty. To call a man charming in face, or lovely, or beautiful, or pretty, is to mini mize—almost to insult him. A man can only be called handsome, and very, very few men can be called that. A handsome man must be manly in figure, conveying the idea of strength and energy under the most reposeful exterior. He must have the shapely hands, feet and ears that tell of good blood and cultivated progenitors; he must have his head well shaped, well set and well carried; he must have a deep, broad chest and a straight back, .and long shapely limbs; his features must be regularly formed, and yet full of expression, and the kiugly power that great sculptors try to give to Jupiter. Coloring does not much matter, so that there be no red upon the cheeks, and not too much in the lips, and, perhaps, the mezzo tints lend themselves most satis factorily to manly beauty, but, above all the handsome man must never be stout. The heavy throat which overflows the shirt collar never carries with it an air of refinement, whatever it may do of strength. A blonde man runs the risk of weakness and insipidity, and a black beard man is handsome, even though he be a trifie melodramatic, but still golden haired and black haired men have been very attractive the world over. Of course below this grand climacteric in the thoroughly handsome man there are ranks after ranks of good lookin attractive, pleasant faced men—some upon whom one loves to look and find sweet content in contemplating faces and forms far from faultless, and yet quite satisfactory. And here we come upon one of the most strange and almost cruel conditions of our being. A man may or may not be handsome, he may or may not have any physical attractiveness what ever, but nobody likes him the less for tho deficiency, he never finds it a barrier in his career, a source of failure in his life women love him and men approve of him just as readily as if he is handsome; in fact, the woman or women who love him set him down as handsome in serene de fiance of the rules of beau y or the opin ion of the world.—Mrs. Frank Leslie. A Natnral Lamp. The light of tho fireflies of tropical America seems to be dependent upon the will, as when feeding or asleep it is not seen, attaining its greatest brilliancy dur ing activity and flight. The color of the light is rich green, but the eggs omit a light of a bluish tint, according to Dubois. This naturalist has made extremely inter esting experiments with the pyrophorus. The eggs which he dried retained their luminosity for a week, the light reappear ing when they were placed in water. He ground the luminosity organs in a mortar, after having dried them in a vacuum and then mixed them in boiled water, the latter immediately becoming luminous. Dr. Dubois concluded that the light of the pyrophorus is intended as illumina tion for itself alone. To prove this he covered one of the upper lights with wax and the animal moved in a curve; when both spots were covered the beetle soon stopped and then moved in an uncertain manner, carefully feeling the ground with his antennas. The spectrum of the light his antennas. The spectrum of the light was extremely beautiful, being continu ous, without dark or brilliant rays. Christian at Work. A Lesson In Natnral History. A city man who has gone to the country had his curiosity awakened the other day by the shrill and vociferous piping of some creatures in the neighborhood that the country folk said was tree toads. Probably everybody who has been in the countuy knows this high key chorus, formed of two notes incessantly repeated. The city man traced the noise to a grove of trees, and spent ten minutes standing beneath one tree after another and look ing up along the trunks and branches to discover one of tho loud choristers. He had no success whatever. The noise filled the air, and seemed as likely to pro ceed from one tree as another, and more likely to proceed from all. Just as he was about to give up the quest he came to a little dent or hollow in tbo ground, and his ears were smote by such a close and loud volume of the singing that ho knew he was on the right trail. There was a little water in tho hollow, full of leaves, black in the middle, and scummed with green at the edges. Ho took one step nearer to it, and the noise ceased. He stooped down and mimicked t he frog chorus pretty closely by whistling. In stantly the air was filled anew with the strange melody. The capture was an easy matter after that. Every time he advanced toward tho water tho noise erased, and he stirred up again by whistling Finally he found himself bent directly over the pool and engaged in close and sympathetic con versation with its denizens. Under one leaf, by narrow scanning, he perceived a throbbing or palpitation of the water. The noise proceeding directly from that spot was so loud and acute that it pierced his ear. It seemed that tho musicirju must be of largo size. He plunged in his hand and drew out—what does everybody suppose? a frog, but as small a one as nature could well build—a little black ob ject that would scarcely cover a quarter of a dollar It was not one-twelfth the size of a canary bird, and yet in voice was quite as loud as any canary can boast.— New York Sun. m. aa® Only Temporarily Fluent. It Is not true that Demosthenes perma nently cured himself of stammering by stepping on a piece of soap one night as he was going down the cellar stairs to fix the furnace in the dark. It 'afforded him only temporary relief.—-Somerville Jour nal Things grow worse and worse in Russia. The latest outrage was at a concert in St. Petersburg, where two selections were played by forty eight pianists upon tweny four grand pianos. The word Birmingham, so common in naming town and cities, is composed of three words, which together mean "the hid which is. the home of the broom." a small English tree. IN CENTRAL AMERICA. A TRAVELER'S TROUBLES IN CULINARY DEPARTMENT. THE The Cook anti Her "Gift"—Hashes AVith out Number at the notels—"San'Juans" Innumerable-A Guatemala Kitchen. Coffee and Chocolate. It is said that ho who comes to Central America and relishes tho "tortilla" will remain in the country, and he who does not will leave. From my own experience with the corn cake, I have concluded that the emigrants who settled must have been very hungry. Tho Central Ameri can cook is usually an Indian woman, who can boil eggs and cook rice. Sho lias heard of such things as sauces, and if she has her own way (and sho generally has) sho never lets any meat go to tho tablo unless swimming in a lardy gravy. All tho 11 "at left from today which she does not gi\ 0 to her own family sho cuts into meat hüls for to-morrow. At first one can stand them once a week, but I would liko to wager with any professional quail eater that he couldn't "meat ball it" onco a day fer twenty days. Cinnamon is used to season or flavor nearly every dish, and tho natives liko it. Next to whisky I think they liko cinnamon. When you wish to engage a cook there is always one who is ready to come if you will advance her $15 or $20. This is called an "habilitacion"—it might just as well bo called a gift. She describes her self as an accomplished "artiste," and according to her own statement there is nothing that sho can't cook—until sho tries. She brings you an excellent refer ence from Senora Dona So and So, who is probably anxious to get rid of her. She surprises you the first morning with cof feo mado with lukewarm water, and eggs as hard as rocks, but with a plate of smoking "tortillas," which she likes her self. The dinner is poorer, aud having by that timo got a fair start on meat, sho commences on meat balls. Many times a day you think you will change cooks, but tho thought of that twenty dollar "liabil itacion" restrains you. As timo rolls on you seo but two courses open to you, either to sink into a dyspeptic's grave or let her go with tho money, and any sane man would let her go. It is a lottery, in which you pay for the chance of drawing a cook. Tho prizes are even fewer than in ordinary lotteries; so avoid the specu lation, and have a little less worry at a hotel. Tho proprietor then shoulders the trouble, and ho is a fortunate man if it be tho excellence of his tablo that assures him guests, for too often tho guest's choice is ono between evils. This of course does not apply to tho hotels of the largest cities, such as Gua temala, which aro excellent, but it does refer to some, which aro not specified, as I may want to return to them some day. A roast is never seen except in some of tho newer and larger hotels. There are fries and stews and hashes without num her. The "olla podrida" is a dish made of everything eatable that might other wise spoil. A Spanish dictionary says it is "a dish composed of different sorts of meats and vegetables boiled together," but I stick to my definition. Meat, fish, sausage, prunes, raisins, onions, cabbage and every other vegetable that may be on hand is put into the pot to boil, and tho result is not so bad as when the cook's attention is centered on ono particular article, and in tho "podrida" the different constituents maybe said to "get off easy" article, and in tho "podrida" the different constituents maybe said to "get off easy" with only a share of her attention. What would a New England house keeper say if she saw one of these kitchens! A raised trench holds a char coal fire, and on this stand the pots and kettles. The light enters only at one door; there is no outlet for smoke, and the accumulation of years has formed layers of soot on tho rafters and walls, and I cannot find it in my heart to blame the poor cooks if flies do form a constitu ent of every dish. When the traveler is directed to go to the town of San Juan he cannot always be sure that ho will reach the right one. In a radius of fifty miles one may find three or ftur Sail Juans, and so numerous are they that these towns aro given sur names, such as San Juan do los Leprosos, San Juan Ostuncalco, San Juan do Saeate pequez, etc. So it is with tho name Don Juan. Leaving home, where "Don Juan" may bo prohibited reading, one may re tain a remembrance of the name inspiring him with an avoidance of it, hut this feel ing soon wears away in a country where there aro more Don Juans than there are colonels south of Mason and Dixon's lino. How much more attractive Bryon's title than had he used its equal, the plain English "John!" Strangers visiting the coffee growing country soon perceive that they drink more coffeo than tho natives. There is an unusually delicious flavor and aroma to tho Guatemala coffee, which is not due alone to its preparation, because the French or "drip" coffco is universally used. It is not made for each meal as in private residences in the United States, but an intensely strong essence is ob tained by pouring a little boiling water through a large quantity of ground cof fee. About oue-lialf of an inch of the es sence is poured into the bottom of an or dinary coffeo cup, which is then filled , ith hot milk, producing a better drink ran had more water been used, and, in eed, it is the custom in some families to use no water, but to pour boiling milk through tho ground coffee. A native woman for $1 will manu facture from the "cacao" berry ten pounds of chocolate in a day. The berry is roasted with great care in removing tho outside shell, because the slightest over burning ruins the flavor of the chocolate. The meat while warm is ground between stones with the proper quantities of sugar, vanilla and cinnamon. When reduced to pulp a little "achote" (a red vegetable) is added, which gives a brown color to the almost black "cacao' of this country. Tho mixture is then placed in thin layers between sheets of "petate" (native mat ting) and beaten flat with clubs. On cool ing it acquires the brittleness of chocolate and is then ready to be eaten. This is a crude way of making chocolate, and, not withstanding the superiority of the Guate mala "cacao," the French product, due to its excellent manipulation, far surpasses it in richness and delicacy.—Guatemala Cor. Nqw York Times. The only way for a young man to get married comfortably on $500 a year is to throw himself on tho generosity of hia father-in-law. I I FAMOUS OPHIR CASTLE. It Was the Property of Wliitelaw Bei<l When Burned and Had a History. Mr. Wliitelaw Reid's residence on the celebrated Halliday "Ophir farm" at White Plains, N. F., which was lately destroyed by fire, had attached to it a story—a story of suddenly acquired wealth, of social ambition, of disappoint ment, cf the instability of worldly wealth. Ben Halliday many years ago, when the Union Pacific railroad was pos iSi îiî Cfci! § fr-r in— OPBIK CASTLE. sibly not dreamed of, established a stage coach lino from Omaha to Denver, Salt Lake and Sacramento. He made an im mense fortune, and returned to his native placo to build a home whose beauty and dimensions should be a marvel to behold. It proved his ruin. It required eight years to erect tho cast wing and the main building. Meanwhile his family went ahead. The two daughters were beauti ful women. They were taken to Paris by their mother when Mr. Halliday was a very rich man. The elder married the Comte do Pourtales, a member of a dis tinguished French family, and a few years afterward Pauline, the younger, married tho young Baron de Bussiere, whose father was and still is a rich banker in the French capital. Mr. and Mrs. Halliday were said to have opposed both marriages, but tho girls persisted. The lives of both were very unhappy— so much so that when their mother died she stipulated in her will that, if any of her grandchildren married a foreigner, the property left to him or to her should be forfeited to the estate. Mme. de Pourtales died in a sleeping car some ten or twelve years ago while on her way to New York from California. Her death was very sudden, and many stories were current at the time concerning it. She left two or three children, who are with their father's family in France. The unhappy result of Miss Pauline's marriage to De Bussiere was a matter of current report long before her death at tho New York hotel, which occurred some eight or ten years ago. She had been that summer with her husband at «/Trou ville, and after a more serious quarrel than the ordinary took passage for home on & French steamer and died within two days after reaching this port. Her body was placed besido that of her mother, sister and brother in the chapel at Ophir farm. Mr. Halliday, the elder, married a second timo. The Baroness de Bussiere left one child, Paul, a boy. He is living with his grandfather at the chateau in France. Benjamin Halliday, Jr., married in Call fomia some ten years ago. His wife ob tained a divorce from him in 1880. After the elder Ben Halliday's death the fact transpired that his costly plaça at Ophir farm had ruined him. It was sold out under a mortgage to John Roach for $100,000. Young Ben for a time pre vented the acquirement of a clear title. When this was granted Garnet Roach went there to live. While Roach resided there young Ben died, and after some re luctance Roach consented that his re mains should rest in the chapel beside the other members of his family. Then Garnet Roach died and the place was sold to Whitelaw Reid. THE ALBATROSS. Cruise of the Steamer of the United States Fish Commission. Tho cruise of the United States fish commission steamer Albatross to the northern waters is ona of great import ance and interest, and it is predicted that not only will it prove of considerable value to the cause of science, but may perhaps be the means of enrichment for a great many people from the discovery of here tofore unknown fishing banks off the coast of Alaska and in other parts of the northern seas. The vessel left the Washington navy yard some time ago on tho three years' voyage, aud spent considerable time in the South Pacific ocean gathering speci mens of fish, fowl and flora, which were sent from San Francisco to tho National museum at Washington. The vessel has now proceeded on the lengthy part of her voyage. The Albatross, under command of Capt. Tanner, United States navy, has shown excellent sailing qualities. If her equip ment has been perfect in a material sense; she carries on board a staff of ap proved scientific and practical ability. It is not alone sufficient to catch a fish so as to determine its kind, but if it enters into use, as do cod and halibut, a great deal more than that must be learned. It is necessary to know, not alone exact depths of water, but the configuration of the banks as well. Besides that, temper ature of tho water must bo ascertained, character of the sea bottom and the exact kind of food the fish require. All the ap proved methods in use by the Gloucester fishermen have to be tried, and even the New England ways of curing the fish will be experimented with. k t / -VA the albatross. The. work tho Albatross will accom plish i3 expected to be very valuable, «g it will undoubtedly lead to tho future de velopment of deep sea fishing on the Pa cific coast. It is from the shallow seas of Alaska that the cured fish supplies for Western South America are to be derived. These fisheries must build up in time an important export trade, and as there can be no business which is not based on the spirit of exchange, San Francisco is likely to see, In a few years, her imports vastly increased.