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Helena, Montana, Thursday, August 29, 1889. No. 40 M f E. FISK D. W. FISK K. J. FISK. Publisher» and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in Montana -o Rates ot Subscription. WEEKLY^HERALD: One Year. (In mlvanrej.............................83 00 Month«, (In advance)............................... 1 75 Three Month«, (in advance)........................... 1 00 When not paid for in advance the rate will be Four Dollars per yeaii Postage, in all cases, Prepaia. DAILY HERALD: CMt y Subscribers,delivered by carrier 81.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 Six Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 If not paid in advance, 812 per annum. [Entered at the Postoßice at Helena as second class matter.] Ag-All communication« should be addressed to FI8K BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. NEW-FASHIONED SINGIN». Afore Sue went ter town ter school, She sung ez nat'ral as a bird; She didn't warble then by rule. But when her pipin' voice I heard, I'd quit work jest ter hev a tune; The men about the place did, too; But seiice she came from school last June, sin- don't sing like «he use ter do. In singin' 1 in a tarnal dunce, Somehow I can't stick ter an air; But when a lot sings all ter once, I growl a few words here and there. Rut Sue, a baby, tired o' play, Inter her mother's arms 'ud creep, An', in her drowsy little way. She'd kind o' sing herself ter sleep. I liked her hymn tunes mighty well; Her hymns in geu'rul st uek me right, Like "Dennis" an' old "Silver Street;" An' there w«s o ne —my favorite. New, how was it that tune began? I only recollect one bit— "Her brow was like the snowdrop an' Her throat was like the swan's"—that's it. An' then there was a «ong about "Endearin' young charms," an' ez how If she should lose them charms, no doubt, The feller'd love her jest as now. An' one about a gal whose beau Was not well fixed an' went away; Then ez her father s funds was low, She took a chap named "Robin Gray." An' now all day she caterwauls Four hours or so, an' never fails At lots o' monkey-shines she calls Her exercisin' an' her scales. The same consists o' prancin' roun' With whirligigs an' curlvkews An' caperin' up an' dwindlin' down With no more tune than squeaky shoes. An' if so be her ma observes' "\"er pa would like to hear ye sing," She then begins ter rack my nerves With some eonsarned E> etalian thing. These songs that's writ in furrin tongues Are mighty high-toned tunes maybe; They may be good ter tes the lungs. But words jest make a song fer me. I don't enjoy her singin' much. I s'pose my taste is kinder rough, An' all the things she's lamed is such Gymnastic hyfalutln' stuff. Them hymn tunes now she says is queer; I ain't no doubt but what that's true; But still I wisL she'd lei us heard The old songs like she use ter do. THE HIJILDEK. In our Father's grace are many mansions, All of them He owns— Rising are they in His kingdom, Built in single homes! Built for each of all His many children, • Suited to the need— All will find the hopes they cherished Growing from the seed! Souls that wander in a desert barren, Searching for some stream. Come at last to cooling waters, Brighter than their dream. Must we wait till we have left the earth-life, Ere we find this home? Must we struggle through death's darkened chambers. Ere we claim our own? Founded on the rock of all the ages, That shal stand for aye, Is this wond'rous house of strength eternal, That we seek alway. Wall and tunet, sill and beam and rafter, Fashioned are of right. Stronger are they than the strongest iron— Wrought of God's own might. In each soul the Builder stands in waiting, Waiting even heie— Till we turn and leave with Him our wishes, Tracing them as clear As our feeble fingers trace a picture, Of the real ami true— And God touches it with grace and beauty, As He alone c*n do. Dwelling in the body, still we find it, The spirit-home so dear— Though sin may offer all its great temptations, Free are we from every fear! WINGS SOME DAY. Nature had foiled in her measure, Made a mistake in her plan, Fixed to the limbs of an infant The trunk of a man. Down on the dock, while the ferry Crossed and recrossed the stream. And faces were changing about him Like those in a dream. Down on the clock in his wagon He sst all day selling books. But far beyond price was the story I read in his looks.'* Eyes that grew bright with the burden That breaks many strong men down. Looked into mine from that wagon,; Beaming and brown. Eyes that had laughed at the sorrow, Fiom which a worldling flies; Eyes that were full of to-morrow— Beautiful eyes. In them I saw peace sitting. Who kee| eth the world's heart warm; Peace, who comes after the battle Alter the storm. Tearful the eyes of a lady Crossinr that river with me. As she said, when she saw how helpless A creature might be. "To what can the poor boy look forward Through all life's wearisome way? Quick as his smile came the answer, "To wings- some day." Men were passing, complaining God had forsaken their part; Better be crippled in body Tt an crippled in heart. Let us remember the answer Of that boy in his hopeful way, And ever look upward, forward, "To wings—some day." No Flies on Them. v in these fiy-tiiue days, the cow ho is worldly wise 1 wade *nto the sliftdy pond ith water to her eyes 'll very calmly chew her cud, rom c»re and trouble free, narking as she flings the mud, rhere are no flies on me." neighbor's dog now shuns the heat, nd as he wildly pants, digs a costly cool retreat lttiin your choice lawn plants, idst the fragrant mignonette e crawls with ghoulish glee, 1 to the house cat shouts, "You bet here are no flies on me." 9 KAUKAUAL, Against Whom Has Been an Unsuc cessful Outbreak. Readers have been thoroughly informed of the outbreak at Honolulu, Hawaii, against King Kalakaua I., which took place on July 30. It was led by Robert W. Wilcox and Robert Boyd, and shared in by some hundreds of men. Natives of Hawaii are said to be in sympathy with the movement, and the conviction ot the prisoners taken is not likely to happen One object of the insurgents was to depose the unpopular king, of whom we give a picture, and to make his sister,the Princess Liliuokalaui queen. Kalakaua, who is re ported to he a spendthrift and a man of dis sipated character, is of pure Hawaiian blood, and akin to the ancient royal family of the kingdom. He was born November 16, 1836, the son of Keolo kaole and Kapaakea. When, in the year 1873. King Lunalilo I died, Kalakaua was elected by the Parliament io succeed him. The king was crowned with ridiculous and costly ostentation, in February, 1883. He was expected to cross the continent on a trip to Paris within a tew weeks' time, but is not now expected to make the journey. iii-7 PRINCESS LILIUOK ALANI, Whom Many Natives Want as Their Knler. For many years the Princess Lilinoka lani has aspired to ascend the Hawaiian throne. She has often said that if she conld be queen for a day she wonld be willing to die. It is believed that she approved of the recent abortive rising against her brother, the reigning sover eign. Kalakaua 1, and his spouse, Kapiolana, having no children, in April, 1877, the Princess Lydia Kamakeha Lilinokalaci, sister of the king, was declared by him heir apparent to the throne. She was born in Honolulu on September 2, 1838. She was taken at birth to be the adopted daughter of Paki and Konia, two of the noblest chiefs. While at the Royal school she met as a schoolmate a young man born in Massachusetts, to whom she was married on September 16,1862. In April, 1877, on the departure of the king on his tonr around the world, ehe was proclaimed heir apparent, and assumed the government as regent during his absence. She filled this capacity witfi much credit to herself and to the satisfaction of the people. Her ac complishments include an excellent com mand of the English langnage, and superi ority as a musician. She has' composed an air for the national hymn, and has arranged several popular airs. In the chnrch music of Honolulu her cultivated taste and de cided ability have been most nseful. Royal Wedding Gifts. I Pall Mall Gazette.] The 8t. Petersburg world of women is in a flutter of admiration over three dressing gowns, to see which everybody is making a pilgrimage to a certain "atelier" where they are exhibited. They are the gift of the Czarina to the Princess Alexandra of Greece, who is abont to be married to the Grand Duke Paul of Rassia. One of these phenomena in fnr is made of white silver fox, trimmed with a wide border of real gold thread. The second is of sable, and fastened in front with six clasps composed of real pearls, which are said to be strikingly effective among the costly fnr. Bnt the most gorgeons of the three gowns, all of which seem to have been made after patterns taken from fairy tales, is that which is made of the fnr of the rare so-called "blue" fox, and has, as its only ornament, a belt made entirely of diamonds. PICKED THE W KO.N G The Old POCKET. Man Played It Fine at Brighton. [New Y'ork Sun.] One of the excursionists landing at Brighton Beach the other day seemed ex actly fitted to the term "green as grass." He was an oldish man, with the scent of burdocks in his clothes, and as be moved around he left the trail of hayseed behind him. He had no sooner left the train than he approached a young man who was negligently leaning against a post at the entrance to the depot and said : "By gnm ! bnt this is nice. I've got away for a day and I'm going light in and have a slashing good time " "That's right, nncle," kindly replied the young man; "that's what we come here for —to enjoy ourselves It takes money, though." "Yon bet it < oes, bnt I've got the rhino right in my clothes. Bin' saving up for eight mouths I'm jest goin' right in re gardless of expense. Look-a-here!" He pulled a fat wallet from his hind pocket and patted it affectionately and confidentially whispered.' "R-h-i-n o, rihno! Come and have a drink of sarsaparilly and some ice cream." The two were soon fast friends. Several philanthropists sought to signal the old man that he was in tow of a pickpocket, but he was oblivious. The yonng man "steered" him from place to place, paying for soda water, ginger ale and peannts in the most liberal manner, bat somehow every time he attempted to go down into that hind pocket the hind pocket wasn't there. After three hours' hard and perse vering work he finally got his fingers on the wallet and quickly transferred it. Then he suddenly announced: "Say ! You wait right here a minute. There's a party out there I want to speak to." "All right," responded hayseed, looking up from his ice cream, "but don't be gone long. I'm a-having the gosh-durudest best time in my life, and I don't want nuthin' to happen." Something did happen, however. The yonng man did not return. Several hours later old hayseed went up to Manhattan Beach and found him sitting on a bench gazing pensively out to sea. " 'Scuse me," he said, "but if it's the Btomach ach. I've got a vial of peppermint essence here." "Sir! Are you speaking to me?" de manded the young man as he bristled op. "Yes, sorter to you. Yoq are feelin' sor rowful. You have my sympathy. When you opened that wallet and found it stuffed full of hair-dye dodgers I'd a gin a bushel o' taters to look at yer phiz. Look a-here !" And he pulled a great wad of greenbacks from his pocket and patted it fondly, and said: "Thar's nothin' mean about me. I'm simply an old rutabaga from the agricul tural deestricks. Let's have a glass of pop together." SIR HOYLE RUCHE. Stories Told ot the High Priest of Irish Bulls. Mr. C. J. Hamilton, Howth, County Dub lin, writing to the Spectator, gives the fol lowing concerning Sir Boyle Roche, "the high priest of Irish bulls:" He was of the ancient family of the De La Russes, of Ferinoy, was member for Tralee from 1775, and was created a baro net in 1782. He commenced one of his speeches in the Irish House of Commons as follows: "Mr. Speaker, it is the duty of every trve lover of bis country to give his last guinea to save the remainder of his fortnnes." And amther beBan: "Sir, single misfoitnnes never come alone, and the greatest of all national calamaties is gen erally followed by one much greater." A letter of his is still preserved, supposed to have been written during the rebellion ot '98, though it is doubtful if he ever put so many "bulls" together on paper. It is as follows: "Dear Sir: Having now a little peace and quiet, I sit down to inform yon of the bastle and contusion we are in from the bloodthirsty rebels, many of whom are now, thank God, killed and dispeised. We are in a pretty mess, can get nothing to eat, and no wine to drink except whisky. When we sit down to dinner we are obliged to keep both hands armed. Whilst I write this I have my sword in one hand and my pistol in the other. I concluded from the beginning that this would be the end, and I am right, for it is not half over yet. At present there is such goings on that everything is at a standstill. I should have answered yoar letter a fortnight ago, bat I only received it this morning. In deed hardly a mail arrives safe without being robbed. No longer ago than yesterday, the mail coach from Dublin was robbed near this town; the bags had been very judiciously left behind and by great good lack there was nobody in the coach bnt two ontside passengers who had noth ing for the threves to take. Last Thurs day an alarm was given that a gang of rebels in fall retreat I rom Drogheda were advancing ander the Freuch standard; bnt they had no colors, nor any drams except bagpipes. Immediately every man in the place, including women and children, ran ont to meet them. We soon fonnd our force a great deal too little, and were far too near to think of retreating. Death was in every face, and to it we went. By the time half onr party were killed, we be gan to be all alive. Fortunately the rebels had no gnns, except pistols, cutlasses and pikes, and we had plenty ot mnskets and ammunition. We pat them all to the sword, not a soul of them escaped, except some that were drowned in an adjoining bog. In lact, in a short time nothing was heard but silence. Their uniforms were all different, chiefly green. After the acticn was over we went to rummage their camp. All we fonnd was a few pikee without he-ds, a parcel of empty bottles filled with water, and a bundle of blank French commissions filled up with Irish names. Troops are now stationed round, which exactly squares with my ideas of security. Adien ! 1 have only time to add that I am yonrs in great haste. B. R. "P. S—If you do not receive this, of coarse it most have miscarried; therefore, I beg yon to write and let me know." The Seashore Girl. Oh 1 the seashore girl with her flowing hair, And her dress of tulle or lawn. ▲nd her blushing cheeks, is a vision f-ir As the rosy morning's dawn. Her cheeks are the blushing skies sun kissed. Her robe is the morning's fleecy mist, Her eyes are the ocean's fathomless blue, And her lips are the rosebuds fresh with dew. THOMAS ALVA EDISON. The Great American ventor. Electric In« Edison is in Paris, which outdoes herself in the graceful honors paid to our leading inventor. Nothing has been better said in his praise than by a writer in Figaro: "Never can a sufficient tribute of honor been paid to him whom bv telephone transports speech from pole to pole; who by phonograph re peats to our ears and hearts blessed words of dear dead ones, giving them to ns with the charm of their intonation. He has merited well of all countries." While Paris thus generously recognizes his work, we at home remember that the Edison ex hibit is perhaps the most wonderful ttaiDg in the world's fair and the one which saves the general inadequacy of contributions from the United States from being dis graceful. Edison was born at Milan, Ohio, in 1847. He began his working life as a newsboy when abont eight years old, at Port Huron, Michigan. Five years afterward he suc ceeded in procuring a contract for the ex clusive pale of newspapers on the Grand Trank railway of Canada. He began the study of chemistry, prosseming it in con nection with his newspaper business, and was subsequently an operator. In 1867, while living in Cincinnati, he began ex perimenting with the view to sending two messages at once over one wire, and sue ceeded in doing this in Boston not long afterwards. This was the first of the many inventions which have earned for him and his country immortal honor. Edison has made wealth by his inventions and is chief proprietor of a great factory at Menlo Park New Jersey. _S 'V. X'"' p. w. McKinney. Candidate of Virginia Democrats for Governor. Philip Watkins McKinney was born in Bnckingham county, Virginia, and is sixty years of age. He was edneated at Hamp den Sidney College and at Jndge Brocken borough's law school, in Lexington, Vir ginia. His experience of public life began early, as be was elected to the General As sembly from Bnckingham when bnt twenty one years of age. He served with distinction in that body. When sectional trouble began he was a strong Union man, but subsequently went with his State. He was captain of the Bnckingham Troop, was badly wounded at the battle of Brandy Station and incapacitated for further field duty, bnt served in a crippled condition to the end of the war. After the war he went to Farmville to practice his profession, and he still resides there. Captain McKinney was a member of the platform committee from Virginia at the Democratic national conventions of 1884 and 1888. He has twice been a presidential elector and was an elector-at-large on the Hancock ticket. What a Lemon Will Do. [New York Weekly.J Lemonade made from the jnice of the lemon is one of the beet and safest drinks for any person, whether in health or not. It is suitable for all stomach diseases, ex cellent in sickness, in cases of jaundice, gravel, liver complaint, inflammation of the bowels, and fevers. It is a specific against worms and skin complaints The pippin crushed may be used with sugar and water, and taken as a drink. Lemon jnice is the best antiscorbutic remedy known. It not onlh cares the disease, hat prevents it. Sailore make daily use of it for this pur pose. We advise every one to rub their gnms with lemon jnice to keep them in a healthy condition. The hands and nails are also kept clean, white, soft, and snpple by the daily use of lemon instead of soap. It also prevents chilblains. Lemon is used in intermittent fevers, m xed with strong, hot, black coffee, without sngao. Neu ralgia, it is said, may be cared by robbing the part affected with a cat lemon. It is valnable also to cure warts. It will re move dandruff by robbing the roots of the hair with it. It will alleviate, and finally core, conghs and colds, and heal diseased luDgo, if taken hot on going to bed at night. Its nses are manifold, and the more we em ploy it internally the better we shall find ourselves. A doctor in Rome is trying it experimentally in malarial fevers with great success, and thinks that it will in time supersede quinine. day HIS CHOICE. Country Maid with the Milking Pail. TNew York Sun.l A story comes to the clnbs from a sum mer resort about a wealthy but not over beautiful girl who has heen receiving marked attentions from a very handsome yonng Englishman of excellent family to snch a degree that her friends have taken it for granted that the two were soon to start together down the lane of roses and thorns with clasped bauds and trusting hearts. One day these lovers rode together out to the estate, of a gentleman farmer who was a friend of the young woman's family. As they were galloping along the road toward the house they saw a girl coming across the meadow. " Oh, there's Maggie with a milk pail, and I'm so thirsty I'm going to wait for her to come np, and then ask her for a drink." This was said by the young lady, and as she spoke she drew up her horse, her companion following suit. Maggie came up to where they were and said a timid good moruiDg. With her brown hair straggling down over her young Bhonlders her large bine eyes, delicate bro wn face and neck, and tall slim figure, she pre sented a picture of striking beauty as she stood there assuring the youDg lady on the horee that she was quite welcome to all the milk she conld drink. And turning her eyes upon the handsome young En glishman, she said: "And you, sir, too, can also--" But she became confused at that point, and blushed furiously under the gaze of the captivated gentleman on the horse. The lovers rode away, leaving Maggie looking after them in the center of the road. "Who is that?" asked the yonDg man of his companion. "One of the farm hands?" "Oh, no indeed," was the reply. "That is Margaret, Mr. B-- 's youngest daugh ter. Pretty little thing, isn't she ? Lives here the year round and is simple as the wood violet. Milks cows, dams stockings and rakes hay. She's very different from the other girls, who all spend their winters in New York. But she's only sixteen. She'll have a taste of the city in a year or two more, and then I guess she'll stop milking cows." This all occurred a month ago. The en gagement of the youDg Englishman was announced this week. But he is not to marry the wealthy girl who wanted him so much. He won Maggie and her father in just three weeks, and it is declared that a more beantifnl pair of lovers never graced a hotel parlor than this milkmaid and her Bturdy young sweetheart. The Value of Bleep. Says Dr. Robert Collyer : "Your sleep e hidden treasure of your yonth tj and to-morrow it will be the margin you will have to draw on for jonr age. Do you think you can racket around into the small hours, snatch a brief repose and then bejustasgood as ever to bold and bind? it is not true Many a young man sells his birthright in this way, and cannot have it hack again though he seek it with many tears. Take your honest eight hoars' sleep, if you may; there's life in it, and grace. It is ODe of the good angels wbich will save you from the temptation to drink, give you an even mind, brighten all your powers and do many things for you no other power can do. "So wbeD you get farther on and are in the thick of the world's business, do not forget what virtue lies io this good habit. You may make more money by sitting up night's, bnt the chances are you will not keep it; carve out a good business and then have to quit; or grow eminent in yoar profession and then break down. Good fortnne turns greatly on good habits, and this is one of the best. We can go just so far, and then we have to fall back on Na ture and on God for new power. But if we say : T will work doable tides,' and so get fevered and out of tune with the true laws of succees in life, then the day comes when our power turns to something like paralysis. Your true business or profes sional man is the man who rises well rested' with a cool, clear brain and steady nerve— the man who can shake off business af er business hoars, go to sleep like a yearling child, and rise like a strong man to ran a race. And it is a great mistake in good men to say this is a shamefnl waste of time, when it may be, and often is, the best possible use of time; or that we should be at our prayers, while still we need this on which the worth of the prayer is to tarn. "I say that to sleep one hoar more in each a case is better than either to labor or to pray, and may bring ns nearer both to God and man." »'There Is a Happy Land.*' [New York Tribune ] How many of the myriads who in child hood have sang, "There Is a Happy Land, Far, Far Away," know anything of its writer ? His name is Andrew Yonng, and he is 80 years of age, still mentally and physically vigorous, and retaining in all its early freshness his sympathy with children. The hymn was composed in 1838. The tune to which it is married is an old Indian air, which blended with the music of the woods in the primeva lorests long before Sunday schools were thought of. The hymn was composed for the melody. Its bright and strongly marked phrases strack Mr. Young's musical ear the first time he heard it casually played in the drawing-room. He asked for it again and again. It haunted him. Being accustomed to relieve the clamor of bis thoughts aDd le* lings in rhyme, words naturally followed, and so the hymn was created. Mr. Yonng happened to have his hymn performed in tbe presence of bis in timate friend, Mr. Gall, a member of the publishing firm of G 11 & Inglis. It got into print. It has been translated into nineteen different languages. And yet the author has never received, and, indeed, has never been offered, a penny remuneration. It is only recently that Professor David Masson, referring to the nniqne influence of this lyric, stated a most touching inci dent in the life of Thackeray. Walking one day in a "slam" district in London he suddenly came upon a band of gntter chil dren sitting on the pavement. They were singing. Drawing nearer he heard the words, "There is a happy land, far, far away !" As he looked at the ragged chor sters and their squalid surronndings. and saw that their palefaces were lit np with » thoeght which bronght both forgetfulness and hope, the tender-hearted cynic bunt into tears. to to a a /I mi ■/j/ r.'s'/tt.sf N. Y WM. EWING. Captain of the New York Base Ball Club. "Buck" Ewing's generalship hat put the New York men next to the top place, with the peDant in prospective view. Conspicu ous as the chief man among the players when they are on the field, he is also one of the most hard working men on the team. EwiDg is a Western man by birth, and it was in the West that he learned to play. He was born in Cincinnati about thirty-one years ago. In 1878 he began to play ball, and was connected with the leading ama teurs of his native city in that and the fol lowing season. Ewing played with the Buckeyes of Cincinnati in 1880. His pro fessional life began in Jane, that year, with an engagement on the Rochester team. Three months later be'joined the Troy club. He continued with them until they disbanded in 1882. Ewing, as he is gener ally called, has heeu six seasons with the Giants. National Pride Rampant. [Jewelers' Weekly.] Frenchman (proudly)—"Yon have not in ze German Empire anything so tall as ze grea Eiffel Tower." German (indignantly)—"No; und you don't noddiDgs so shtoud like Limburger cheese." m W WILLIAM O'CONNOR. The Champion Scalier of America. The honors recently paid to O'Connor in London, remind ns that the time of the ! scnlling contest for the championship of the world is approaching. On September 6th the American champion who has never enffered defeat in a match race, will meet Searle, who also has the record of never defeated, in a struggle which will decide whether the championship of the world will be held on this or the other side of the Atlantic. The match will be rowed on the River Thames, England, on which O'Connor is diligently practicing in prepa ration for the greatest event in his life. O'Connor, the American champion, is a Canadian. He was born in Toronto in 1863. The first time he competed as a pro fessional was at Minneapolis in 1885, when he defeated Stone. A year before Hanlan said O'Connor was the coming scalier. His greatest race was at Oakland Creek, in which he defeated Henry Feterson, the champion of California, making abont seven thousand dollars by the operation He is champion scalier of America by vir tue of Teemer having failed to make good an engagement to row against him. O'Con - nor claims to be as strong as Teemer and more expert, and believes therefore that he conld defeat him. Champion O'Connor is encouraged by the earnest good wishes of countless Amer icans. Recently the presentation of a flag and a parse of considerable value was made to him in London, at the office of Sir Charles Topper, High Commissioner for the Dominion of Canada. Only a Woman. [London Globe.J My Scotch friend knew old Elliot well, who presented the Qneen with her favorite collie, "Noble " Elliot hud only two names for his dogs. Gyp and Wasp, and when pre sented to the Qneen and seeing his dog he called Gyp to it in the old way, bat tbe Queen told him he was so good-looking that they bad called him Noble. It was most amusing to hear the old farmer's ac count of the presentation. He looked for ward to it as to a terrible ordeal, till the late John Brown told him it would not be so bad if he conld only mind that after all "she was a wnmmun," an apparently new idea to the simple, unsophisticated farmer. A Sweet Hevenge. "Then, my dear, you have really made np yonr mind to marry a widower ?" "Certainly." "And docs he never talk to yon about his first wife?" "I should like him to try. If he did I should at once begin to tell him about my third hnshand." a on me rest The Curse ot Thirst, ere is in Italy a fountain over which is the statue of a beggar drinking at a spring. It is ca'ied the "Beggar's Foun tain," and this is its story: Once npon a time there lived, so say the legend, a very proud and haughty man, who hated the poor and set himself above all the world who were not as wealthy and well dressed as himself, and his want of charity was sc great that it had become proverbial, and a beggar woald no more have thought of asking bread at his gate than of asking him for all his fortnne. However, there was a spring on his land, a sweet spring af cold water, and as it was, the only one for miles, many a wayfarer paused to drink of it, but never was per mitted to do so. A servant, well armed, was kept upon the watch to drive such per sons away. Now, there never had been known before any one so avaracions as to refuse a cop of cold water to his fellow-man, and the an gels, talking amongst each other, could not believe it; aüd one of them said to the rest: "It is impossible for any bnt Satan him self. I will go to earth and prove that it is not true." And so this fair and holy angel disgnised herself as a beggar woman, covered her golden hair with a black hood, and chose the moment when the master of the honse was himself standing rear the spring, to come slowly up ihe road, walking over the stones with bare feet, and to pause beside the fountain and humbly ask tor a draught of its sweet water. Instantly ihe servant who guarded the spot interposed the pike he carried, but the angel, desiring to take news of a good deed, not of an evil one, back to heaven turned to the master himself. "Sir," she said, "I am, as you see, a wan derer from afar. See how poor my gar ments are, how stained with travel. It is not surely at your bidding that yonr ser vant forbids me to drink. And even if it is, I pray you bid him let me alone, for I am very thirsty." The rich man looked at her with scorn ful eyes and laughed contemptuously. "This is not a public fountair," he said. "You will find one in the next village." "The way is long," pleaded the angel, "and I am a woman, and bnt weak." "Drive her away," said the rich man, and, as he spoke, the beggar turned ; bat on the instant her black hood dropped from her head and revealed floods of rip pling golden hair—her unseemly rags fell to the groand—and the shimmering robes that angels wear shone in their place. For a moment she hovered, poised on purple wings, with her hands folded on her bosom and an ineffable sweetness of sorrow in her eyes Then, with a gush of music and a ood of perfume, she vanished. The servant fell to the earth like one dead. The rich man trembled and cried ont, for he knew that he had forbidden • enp of cold water to an aDgel, and horror possessed his soul. Almost instantly, also, a terrible thirst fell upon him which nothing could assuage. In vain he drank wi es, sherbets, draughts ot ail pleasing kinds. Nothing could slack his thirst. The sweet water of the spring was salter to him than the sea. He who never in bis life had known an ungratefnl desire, now experienced the tortnre of an ever-unsatisfied longing; but through this misery he began to understand what he had done. He repented his cruelty to the poor. Alms were given daily at his gate. Charity was the business of his life. The fountain was no longer guarded, and near it hung ever a cup ready for anyone who chose to use it. But the curse—if curse it were—was never lifted The rich man—youDg when the angel ! gars who came to his door. The rich man—youDg when the angel visited him—grew middle aged, elderly, old, still tortured by this awful thiret, de spite his prayers and repentance. He had given away his substance; he had himself broken bread for the most miserable beg And at 80 years of age, bowed with in firmity and weary of his life, he sat one day beside the fountain weeping. And lo! along the road he saw approaching a beg gar woman, hooded in black, wearing sor did rags, and walking over the stones with her bare feet. Slowly she came on and paused beside the fountain. "May I drink?" she asked. "There are none to forbid thee," said tho old man trembling. "Drink, poor woman. Once an angel was forbidden here, bat that time has passed. Drink and pray for one athirst. Here is the cap." The woman bent over the fountain and filled tbe cap; bat instead of patting it to her own lips she presented it to those of the old man. "Drink, then," she cried, "and thirst no more !" The old man took the enp and emptied it. Oh, blessed draught! With it the tor tare of years departed, and as he drank it he praised heaven. And lifting his eyes once more he saw the beggar's hood drop to the ground and her rags fall to pieces. For a moment she stood revealed in all her beanty >f snowy skin and golden hair and silvery raiment; and she stretched her hand toward him, as in blessing, &"'! then raising on purple pinions, vanished in the skies. A strain of music lingered, a per fume filled the air, and those who came there soon after fonnd the old man graying beside the spring. Before he died he hnilt the fonr tain from which the spring still gashes, ami it, with the splendid mansion beyond it, now a hospital, has been given to the p»r for ever. The House Was Shot Up. He had been standing in front of a hone«* on Second avenue gazing at the front win dows for a long ten mirutes when a pedes trian baited to inquire : "Anything the matter with that house?' "N-o, I guess not." "But you were looking at it." "Yes ; it is shut np." "Can't a honse be shut np?" "Certainly, but in this case it was very sadden. I am a collector. I was up here last evening to collect an old bill, and the debtor gave me a glass of wine and asked me as a great favor to call at 8 o'clock this morniDg. I was here a quarter of an hour ahead of time." What does the sign on the door read ?" Gone to the seashore for two months. That's the fonith one I've lost just this way in the last week, and to morrow I will take my station at the depot and head the rest off."