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PEJfAXCE.
Be killed me, and I knew 'twai wrong
For he wai neither kith nor kin;
Need one do penance very long
For iueh a tiny little tin?
He pressed my hand that warn't right;
Why will men hare inch wieked waysf
It wain't for a minnte quite
But in it there were dayi and dayi.
There! miiehtef tn the moon, I know,
I'm positive I taw her wink
"When I requested him to go;
I meant it, too lalmoit think.
Bat, after all, I'm not to blame;
He took-the kill; I do think men
Are quite without the leme of ehame
I wonder when hell come again?
kixaxbo to;akmida.
Thy hair 10 blinded my light, my dear.
Thy long, dark hair,
Tbat heaven no more leemi bright or near;
I take no eare,
Though from the height i till beckom the
Whom men call Honor I may not tee;
Lo! in till plain it peace with thee,
And the upland peaja are bleak and bare.
My iouI ii filled with thy voice my dear.
I may not know
If itill the clarion lonndeth clear,
That west to blow.
Low in the day and load by night,
To tempt me on when the heroet fight;
Eing to me, fold me in arm of white.
Lying by thee in the sunflower row!
One white hand hut thou laid on my heart,
It pnlie It itilled;
One on my lipi, they oc)y part,
Ai thou halt willed.
To kin or to manner thy aweet name;
And what ii till that men call Fame?
And what t thli they speak of ihame?
Lot lives and the eider god hath killed!
THE STORY OF STERICKER.
Of course it doesn't really matter in the
least, but I'have a distinct recollection that
the opera of the evening was the.oft-re-pea
ted "Trovatore" of Vtrdl J had been
wondering jet once again at the peculiar
circumstances attending that crime of in
fanticide of which the gypsy woman, A:
ueena, had been guilty. Having resolved
upon burning,, the babj of her deadliest
foe. it was certainly, to say the least of it.
a stupid mistake to make, that roasting of
her own child instead, i bad armed at
the trite decision that really she bad not
deserved to be a mother, in regard to her
proved incapacity for taking care of her
otfnpring. The invisible tenor I rather
think that it was Tamberlik, for J am re
ferring, or about to refer, to something
that happened some years since had de
livered his famous song from his prison in
die tower, and forthwith, being much ap
plauded, had appeared upon the stage, by
special permission, as it were, or upon
some sudden relenting of his .fierce jailer,
the Count di Luna, to bow gracefully, to
receive further congratulations, and then
to retnrn to captivity, in order that the
story might proceed in the usual way.
All this we had gone through very com
fortably indeed. We had really enjoyed
our.Verdi, even to his trombones; the so
prano had sung her best, her soaring notes
seeming to ring musically against the very
ceiling of the house, like gold coin upon
a counter; the basso had produced rich
tones from strange depths, as a bounteous
host might bring forth luscious and potent
wines from subterranean regions; the tenor
had shot among us, now and then, a shrill
C above the line, that had lodged in our
ears, rending them, as though it had been
a barbed arrow. Altogether the represen
tation had been most unexceptionable and
admirable, when suddenly there occurred
an excitement in the theatre, which could
not be ascribed to Verdi or his interpret
ers. Something of a gasp was audible
something of a cry; the sound of something
falling, of people rising from their seats,
and questioning and conversing in hurried
sentences, without regard to the transac
tione of the stage.
An opera-glass had fallen from one of
tbe upper private boxes on to the head of
a gentleman sitting in tbe stalls. .
Now I had seen the class fall: had seen
& round, white, braceleted arm and a
gloved hand stretched out to arrest, as it
seemed to roe, its descent. But, of course,
it was all done in a moment: so rapidly,
indeed, that there was scarcely time for
the thing to impress iteelf upon my mind,
and the instant after it had happened I be
can to doubt whether I had really seen
what I bad seen. It was so much more
as though I had imagined the thing than
actually witnessed it
However, that the accident had occur
red. there could be no question. The gen'
tleman upon whoeeacraniumtbeglaeshad
descended had been carried into the lobby.
He was said to be stunned, if not killed.
by the blow. A belief prevailed that bis
skull bad been fractured, in any case,
an ugly wound had been inflicted upon
his h'ead, w&ich, by-the-way, was bald.
except for a crescent-shaped fringe at the
back, and a lew scanty locks arranged
xver tbe crown. The blood Lad flowed
freely, dabbling and disfiguring his white
.crav&t and embroidered shirt-front It was
really, altogether, a very shocking thine.
There was so attending to the opera after
it. loe tragic, matters happening upon
the stage we quite quenched by this se
rious accident in the stalls. Who would
now care about the (hunt di Lundt be
heading his long-lost brother, or Azuccndt
bitter bcream ot "bet yendicata, O mad re?
The fate of our Jbald comrade was of much
more concern to tie. I hastened to make
inanities as to how be fared.
He was not dead. So much was pres
ently clear. In fact, be was gradually
recovering consciousness. Some one was
loosening bis collar and tie; some one else
was 4&bbing bis wound with a wet cloth,
lie bad just risen from his seat. I learned,
when the opera glass struck him, and he
bad fallen back as though be had been
shot But I distrusted this account after
wards, when I ascertained that he bad
been seen to stoop forward and pick up
tea opera-glass, which, indeed be sUll beld
tightly m bis band, tie was breathing
heavily, rocking a little to and fro, and
moaning at intervals. He was a rniddle-
aced man. pursy of figure, with luxuriant
whiskers that might owe something of
. Un! I. 1 t. . 11 1 . I
luck iiiu uiuwu uue uarminnea togein
er, as it were, by a branch lineof niustacb
running across his upper lip, and with a
shaven chin such as. in deference to the
peculiar and unpicturesque fancy of the
Commander-in-Chief.- has been for some
time the vogue with the British army.
lU 1 was oi opinion, tbough 1 hardly
know on what grounds exactly, that the
unfortunate man-wis nota member of the
solitary service of my country. Then he
started, lifted bis head, and turned his eye
towards me. Immediately, but to my great
surprise, I recognired him.
It was Stericker. I have said, advised
ly, that he turned an eye towards me.
His other eye was last, closed eeeniea,
indeed, to have sunk back into his head.
Then he moved a tremulous hand in my
direction. He knew me, it seemed. He
tried to speak; but it was some lime before
he could utter any intelligible souna. at.
last we discovered his meaning. He had
lost something which he desired us, mean
ing myself and bystanders to search for.
Search was instituted accordingly. Af
ter a while, very near to the stall he bad
occupied, there was picked up a glass
eye! It was a new fact to me, though of
course it was not a convenient opportuni
ty for pondering upon it, that Stericker
wore or possessed a glass eye. i naa never
nerceived anv deficiency in his organ of
eight, nor even suspected it. The glass
eye had always seemed to me a genuine
article by which I mean one that, he
could really see with.
He was gratified at the recovery of his
class eye. He was well enough now to
dust it with his handkerchief, and but
this be did not accomplish without con
siderable difficulty to replace it in. the
socket it usually filled. Certainly the
aspect of that portion of bis visage was
benefited by tbe more tenanted and lur
nished character it now again assumed.
He then took from his pocket a mina-
ture mirror, not much larger than a crown
piece, and gazed at the reflection it fur
nished of his artificial organ. He desired
to see that it was properly adjusted, and
what artists call "in drawing," with re
gard to his other features.
There was something very curious, t
thought, about tbe severity with which
bis real eye scrutinized the sham one;
while vet. as it seemed, the sham eye was
of more importance to him, more cher
ished by mui, than tbe real one.
But something else was missing. A
shirt-stud. For this also diligent search
was made, and again with success. It was
found on the floor of the lobby acurious
looking stud: a pearl, I thought, in tbe
first instance; but it was not a pearl ex
actly; no, nor white cornelian, which was
my second supposition, It was an ob
long shape, milky white, and semi-trans
parent, in a oanusome ccuiug ui mu
tants.
Stericker expressed great satisfaction,
if in a rather incoherent way. that the
stud had been found. He clearly prized
it if not for its intrinsic worth, which,
without doubt, was considerable, howev
erthen, as I judged, for some associa
tions, possibly of a tender kind, connec
ted with.
He was now so far recovered that be
was left eolely to my care. The opera
was over. I forget whether there was or
was nota ballet in those days, but I think
not; in any case the theater was empty
ing fast. He sat for a few minutes lon
ger, and then rose almost briskly and
said:
I'm clad von were here, old fellow.
I don't know 'what I should have done
without vou. A strip or two of platter
over the wound, and I shall be able to get
on again pretty well, I dare,nay. Any
chemist can manage that for me. And
perhaps a glass of hot brandy and water
would pull me together as much as any-
1 was glad to nna mm equal 10 me
... . i
proposed proceeding. I had not ven
tured to hope for so rapid a recovery.
"Not but what it was a nasty shock to
a fellow," he said.
I quite agreed thatit must have been a
a very nasty shock a most unfortunate
accident At this he laughed very wild
ly. . . .
"W batever you can it,oont can it mat,'
be said.
You mean that it was not an acci
dent?"
It appeared that he did mean that.
"But I saw the glass fall," I said.
"You mean that you saw her throw it
down?"
'Saw? Who?" I demanded, uncon
sciously adopting the interrogatives of
11 am let.
"Arabella!"
I thought him wandering in bis mind;
I knew nothing of Arabella. I could not
remember that I had ever encountered,
out of works of fiction, any woman of that
name. And then 1 came to ask my sell
what, after all, did I really know of Ster
icker himself 7 In truth, it was very little.
"It was Arabella' 8 doing, of course,",
he continued. "I know that very well.
I know the opera-glass, for the matter of
that 1 ought to. X gave it to her.
Where I had first met Stericker I am
by no means clear. I am almost certain
that I was never formally introduced to
him. But I had seen him at various
F laces upon numberless occasions, until
seemed lo have acquired quite a habit
of seeing him. So at last the thing was
i , ,t , i
oecomingreauy aDsura-mere was no neip
for it but to recognize him as an acquain
tance, at any rate. Finding each other
so frequently face to face in the same
place, beneath tbe same root, and even at
the same table, what could we do, event
ually, but langh,and nod, and say, "What
you here!" And then we shook hands.
Still 1 protest that 1 knew little ot him
beyond what he told me. But, then,
what does one really know of any man
beyond what be tells one of himsell? And
certainly that is not always to be relied
on. I did not, I may add, like Stericker;
still less did I respect him; although I had
perbaps no special reason for not respect
ing him, beyond mere prejudice of a fan'
ciful kind. He was by no means, how
ever, tbe man 1 should have selected for
a friend, or even an acquaintance, had
choice been permitted me in the matter.
But it wasn t I was doomed to meet
Stericker inceEBantlr. and bo it chanced
that we came to be almost on terms of
intimacy with each other. At least he
came to be on terms of intimacy with me.
And he called me "old fellow." I did
not approve of this; indeed I thought it a
liberty; but what could I do? I was not
really old, at any rate not so very old.
But no doubt I had arrived at that period
or lite when the question of age in its re
lation to one s self is rather to be avoided
than discussed, lest there should arise
personal application which could hardly
be otherwise than inconvenient.
And now bad occurred this accident at
tbe opera-house, confirming as it were my
acquaintance with Stericker, and con
verting it almost into a friendship. He
expressed great gratitude for tbe assis
tance I had rendered him, although, in
truth, it bad been little enough. But
again ami again he thanked me and pres
ently, hia wounded bead having been
skillfully dealt with and relieved by the
application of strips .of plaster, I found
myself at his lodgingsin Half-moon Street,
sitting in an easy chair, smoking a cigar,
and drinking a temperant mixture of
brandy and water. Until then I had,
never really known where Stericker
lived.
"And you saw her throw down the
opera-glass?" he said, returning to the
subject of the accident I had seen no
such thing. But lie did not pay much
attention to what I said.
"And how did she look? Handsome, of
course. She was always that; though
she certainly is not now nearly so young
as when I first met her and loved her.
For what could I do then but love her?
Have you ever been in loye, old fellow?"
he demanded, abruptly.
I said I thought I had. For I felt at
the moment that it was not a thing a man
could be quite certain about, and I rather
objected to tbe question, and on that mo
ment preferred to give a somewhat eva
sive answer. I did not wish painful memo
ries to be awakened; they had been asleep
and very still for a good many years.
"If you doubt about it, why,, then, you
never have,'' said'Stericker, oraculary.
"There can be no mistake about an attack
of love any more than about a fit of gout.
I have suffered from both afflictions. In
my time I bave loved a good Meal, and
I have, in return, been loved very much
indeed. I say it without vanity."
But be said it with vanity,. and it was
to that I objected. He outstretched his
right arm, bringing an expanse of wrist
band into view, and raised his hand to his
head as though about to pass his fingers
through his hair and crest it up,. after the
invariable manner of the self-satisfied and
vain-glorious. For the' moment he had
forgotten how bald he was! He had for
gotten, too, the strip of plaster that cross
barred his crownl In discovering anew
these infirmities he had evidently experi
enced considerable mortification.
I hail heard Stericker described as hand
some, but that had never been my opin
ion of him. No, he was never, he never
could have been handsome. He was al
ways well-dressed, although inclined to
make an excessive, aud, therefore, a rath,
er vulgar, display of the jewelry -be pos
sessed. His teeth, it is true, were superb;
but 1 was never quite convinced that they
were the natural products of his own gums;
and his nose was of that large, fleshy, Ro
man form which has always obtained, to
my thinking, an extravagant measure of
admiration from the world in general.'
(Sly own nose, I may mention, is altogeth
er of smaller dimensions, and of a totally
different pattern.) Then he was very up
right, carrying before him his protruding
waistcoat with considerable dignty. More
over, there was something imposing about
his aspect and manner, arising, I think,
from his imperturbable and deeply-rooted
self-confidence, and his fixed resolution to
exact from others, or enforce upon them,
if he possibly could, his own estimate of
himself. Still there was something deci
dedly sinister about tbe expression of
stericker s face, and especially when he
smiled. It was a singularly wicked smile,
that wrinkled his nose curiously, produc
ed strange dints and a dark flush upon his
forehead, and brought down theinner cor
ners of his eyebrows close to his eyes, af
ter a decidedly ominous fashion.
I have loved and been loved," he re
peated, "and, I don't mind owning, I have
in my time jilted and been jilted." He
said this with a morbid Don Giovanni air,
that I thought particularly objectionable.
"Arabella jilted me," be resumed, "and
has never forgiven herself for it, nor me
either. How Jair she was in those days!
She's fair still, for that matter, though she
uses more peart powder now than she did.
Fair but false. Women are often that
you know. Shall I say always?"
1 deprecated such an assertion. Accord
ing to my experience, it was far too sweep
ing. He conceded that I was right, pos
sibly. Yet it seemed to ma that be des
pised me for my moderation.
"You remarked this stud?" He produc
ed the stud we had searched for at his re
quest, and found in the lobby of the opera
house. "It would bave pained me very
much if I had lost it I regard it as a
precious relic. It belonged to Arabella
once. In fact why should I disguise tbe
truth from you? that stud is formed out
of one of Arabellas front teeth!
His smile as he said this was not pleas
ant to contemplate. His confession had
certainly startled me. There was some
thing dreadful about it, and be bad the
air of an Indian brave exhibiting a scalp.
He gloried in the possession of Arabella's
front tooth! How bad he obtained it? I
ventured to demand. Was it a pledge of
affection? Could they possibly have ex
changed teeth as ordinary lovers exchange
locks of hair? I' hardly knew what I was
saying, or or what 1 was thinking.
"I was a dentist in those days," he said.
What be had been before that, and since;
what profession he followed at the mo
ment or bis addressing me, I really bad
no idea. "And Arabella was one of my
patients. But she was noordinary patient
She was something more, much more than
that She was for awhile my affianced
bride. I loved her and she loved roe at
least we thought that we loved each
other.
"And you didn't?"
"Well, we didn't, as it happened, love
each other quite as much as we thought
we did. In fact, both were disappointed.
and perhaps a trifle deceived. She thought
I had money;l hadn't I had been told
that she was'an heiress. Well, she was
nothing of the kind. Still, I am a man of
integrity, though you may not think it
I had promised marriage; I fully purposed
to be as good as my word. The idea of
terminating our engagement did not come
from me. But Arabella's temper was im
perfect; she was far from patient; she was
ambitious, and, I must add, avaricious
and deceitful. She trifled with me. She
still held me enchained, but she encour
aged tbe addresses of another and a weal
thier suitor, one designed to employ me
merely as a means of irritating bis jeal
ousy, 'and of stimulating him to declare
himself. Then 1 was to be flung aside as
something worthless, because it had served
her purpose, and was done with. In good
time I discovered her treachery. I had
intercepted her letters no matter how
and I knew alL But of that she enter
tained no sort of suspicion. She had al
ways fond smiles for me. and false words
and artificial caresses. It was maddening.
Well; she was, as I have said, my patient;
and hhc suffered much from toothache.
She came to me in order that I might ex
tract a tooth that pained her. It was ar
ranged that the operation should be per
formed under the influence of chloro
form." He paused.
"But surely you didn't "
"Hear me out." he said, and he smiled,
I thought, horribly. "It was accident, of
course, pure accident I was dreadfully
nervous. Was that surprising? ' I loved
her, and she was amazingly beautiful. It
was an accident, as I bave.said, or call it,
if "you will, an error of judgment, but
nothing worse than that, as yon value my
friendship." (As a matter of fact I did
not value his friendship in the slightest
degree, but I did not say so.) "My con
duct I do assure you, was strictly profes
sional. I did not even kiss her; but 1 ex
tracted the wrong tooth.
"That was your vengeance?" I interiect-
ed.. rt.
"No. She said so: but it wasn't true.
I extracted, as I believed, the tooth she
had pointed out'desiring me to extract it
Was it my fault that it was a perfectly
sound tooth, and a front one, too? She
said it was; but women, you know, are
not reasonable in such cases. I was a
dentist then, with a reputation to lose; I
was a lover then, though a deceived one.
However, there was no pacifying Arabel
la. She was persuaded that I had done
it on purpose. She was most violent She
had predetermined upon- a quarrel with
me, although she bad not perhaps fixed
upon the precise period for its occurrence.
Well, she brought it on then. It was an
awful scene. How she abused mel What
language she permitted herself! How
she screamed! What hysterics she went
into! However, tbe tooth was out, there
was no mistake about that."
Here be smiled again, most malevolent
ly, as it seemed to me.
tier treachery towards me was pun
ished, although, as I have stated, by pure
accident or error of judgment, which you
please. JBut Arabella vowed vengeance
against me. In that respect I am bound
to say she has been as good as her word.
It's no thanks to her that I am living lo
speak- of these- things to-night"
"men you really believe that she let
tall tbe opera-glass on purpose?"
"I am quite satisfied of it' She meant
my death. She knew I was there. I had
noticed her before leaning out of her box.
and taking note of my position. I was
just thinking of changing it suspecting
wbat might happen, when 1 was struck:
down. Arabella is a woman wbo knows
what she is about She was always that
kind of a woman. I know her. I've
good reason to.- And it's not the first time
she's planned to punish me as savagely as
she could. You did not know until to
night perbaps that one of my eyes was
artificial? Nol naturally you didn't.
Well, that was her doing."
"Wbat! ibe artificial eyer'
"Den't be stupid," be said, rudely. No
doubt I have been rather obtuse; but I
had beard of ladies painting on glass and
doing potichomanie and other strange
things in the way of fancy work, and for
the moment altogether, my mind was in
ratner a. contused state.
"No," Stericker continued, "hut I owe
to her tbe necessity for wearing an artifi
cial eye. It happened at the flower-show
in tbe Botanical Gardens. There was a
dense crowd. It was in the tent where
the pelargoniums are exhibited. Not
that I care about such things, but it so
happened. A lady advanced with ber
parasol held in front of her. Suddenly
she seemed to thrust it at me, as a lan
cer might his lance. Her aim was won
derfully true. The sight of my eye was
gone forever. It was quite a mercy that
the spike of ber parasol did not penetrate
to my brain. That was Arabella's doings,
of course. Part of her revenge?"
"And she said nothing; '
"She said calmly, 'I beg your pardon.
It was an accident .'and passed on. She
looked very handsome. She was superb
ly dressed. However, that she always is.
Her husband is old, but amazingly rich.
He labors to gratify her slightest whim
so I'm told. But her only desire the
sole passion of ber life she cannot for
get, much less forgive, the loss of her
front tooth, xou see, shes reminded or
that unhappy business every time she
looks in the glass, which she does fre
quedtly, of course. She was always vain.
And she means, sooner or later, to be the
death of me, that's quite clear. She's
made two very good attempts; at the
Botanical Garden and, to-night, at the
opera. Tbe third time perhaps she'll
succeed."
"But doesn't the thought horrify you?"
"I will accept my destiny," Stericker
said, smiling, and with rather an affected
air. "It would be something to fall by the
hand of such a woman; that would be
my consolation; really a fine creature you
know, although no longer in the bloom
of youth; indeed, removed some distance
now from tbe bloom of voutb. but still
grand and beautiful, and so resolutel If
she had loved me as she bates mel '
"You love her still, then?"
'Well,' not precisely. But I admire
her, just as I admire the Bengal tigress in
the Zoo. If possible, I should like Ara
bella to be caged like the tigress; but as
that can't be well. I wear this slud as a
memento of her, and for the rest, I lake
my chance Now, what will you take?
Anothercigar? No? Some more brandy
and water'
No. I would take nothing more. I had,
in point of fact, already taken more than
was absolutely necessary to me. I left
Stericker. I was much impressed by my
experience of that night by what had
happened at the opera, and his extraor
dinary narrative touching the vengeance
or Arabella. Was it truer 1 was really
not in a state of mind to determine. Even
now I have a difficulty of arriving at any
distinct conclusion on the subject. But
I know that Stericker's face wore, to my
thinking, a very remarkable expression
as I quitted him. His smile was simply
awful. And strange to say at least, I
think so, though it may not strike oth
ers in that light I never saw Stericker
again. He died shortly afterwards, as I
read in the newspapers, the victim of a
street accident He was knocked down
and run over in Hvde Park, by a pony
phaeton driven by a lady. There was, of
course, an inquest upon his remains, the
jury deciding, however, that he met his
death by "misadventure." Some attempt
had been made to hold the lady responsi
ble, and to charge ber with furious driv
iug." But nothing of the kind was sus
tained before the coroner.
Various witnesses gave evidence, ac
quitting her of all blame in the matter.
tier condnct in court was said to be most
becoming. And it was reported that, at
tired in very deep mourning, she had fol
lowed Stericker's body to its last resting
blare in Bronmton cemetery. Now, was
this lady the Arabella of Stericker's story?
She may have been. But I have no cer
tain evidence of the fact. .Nor, indeed,
have I anything further to communicate
touching the life and death of my ac
quaintance Stericker.
Captive) Anions; the Comanche.
A young Texan who was captured by
the Comanche Indians about a year ago
gave the following account of hi experi
ences to a correspondent oi me uaiveaton
News:
I was trying to get five beei steers back
to the herd early one morning last May,
when I was suddenly surrounded by about
twenty-five Comanche Indians, and taken
prisoner. This happened near sunrise.
I was tied on my horse and carried eome
thirty miles that day. At night we. ar
rived at a sort of camp, where we joined
fifty more Indians, and I found they had
another white man prisoner. I was not
allowed to speak with this roan, but I
could see front the blood on his face and
clothes that be was wounded. As soon
as the Indians had kindled a fire and eat
en some meat they began to torture this
second prisoner, though for what reason
1 have never learned, ibey beat mm
with a cartridge-box strap with a large
buckle on the end of it after stripping
him of bis clothes. Tbey cat gashes on
him with knives. They sawed off bis
thumbs with an old cavalry saber, and
mashed his toes between a rock and the
butt end of a carbine. After gouging out
some of hia teeth with a bayonet and
sticking cactus thorns in his flesh, they
poured powder in his ears and burnt it All
this time tbe roan did not complain or cry
out as he probably expected by his forti
tude to induce the' Indians to spare bis
life. But in this he was "mistaken, for
they, finding that be did notcomplaiat
at all these tortures, began to cut pieces of
flesh out of bis legs and back and eat
them; or at least pretend to eat I think
they only chewed up tbe flesh' and spit it
oat. Seeing that all this torture'did not
make him cry out (for he. had fainted,)
the chief stepped up with a sharp knife
and cut out one of his eyes, and put a live
coal of fire in tbe socket, add then put
an end to his life with a knife.
The Indians then had a grand dance.
I was led to a small tree. I bad .no wa
ter or anything to eat for thirty-six hours.
The next day about midday the party
moved in a northwest course, traveling
about twenty miles; and' after this we
moved in a northwest course about tbree
hundred miles, where we met several
large parties of Indians, some of whom
had been on raids in Northern Texas. I
remained in that eectionof country with
the Comanches, and was kept employed
mostly herding ponies, and buffalo bides.
My clothes were all taken away from me
a few days after I was captured, and I
had only a pair or drawers and a blanket
afterward. I often had to eat raw veni
son, and buffalo meat without salt Af
ter I had been with the Indians some six
months tbey ceased to treat me as a pris-
oner.and I was allowed to go some distance
from tbe camp. I think it was about
the.lst of February I left them. I was
herding ponies, and was allowed to ride
one of the best without a saddle. Tbe
second night I took my buffalo-robe and
used it as a saddle, tailed a sack: with dried
meat, and struck lor the settlements,
which I reached toward the last of the
month. I sold my horse and buffalo robe.
aud collected three months' pay that was
due me at the time I was caDtnred: and
now, with God s help, I shall keep out of
tbe way of tbe Indians bereaiter.
A Man In a Furnishing Store.
A chatty writer in the Boston Globe,
who has been shopping, says: "The
strangest sight of all is to see a man en
ter a ladies lurnisbing store to execute
some little commission for Mary Jane,
who has gone into tbe country. He steps
carefully in at the door, treading as gin
gerly as though he expected to find in
numerable babies lying around under toot,
and really looking more bewildered than
he would u he had suddenly been trans
ported to tbe moon. Standing stock-still
in the center of the store be surveys each
counter in turn with a puzzled air; then, as
if he bad discovered the object forwhich he
is searching, be stalks up to the hosiery de
partment, slowly proceeds to pull from
some hidden recess in bis innermost coat
a huge pocket-book.wbich he opens, takes
out a letter, carefully unfolds it deliber
ately reads through, then hunts through
the pocket-book until he finds a little
scrap of blue ribbon, and, scrutinizing the
face ofeaob lady clerk, finally selects one
and informs ber that be want's '1 er
yard and, no (consulting the letter,)
two yards and a half of ribbon (reading
from letter) 'er. two shades darker and a
breadth wider than tbe sample.' He is
directed to the proper counter, and, after
paying for bis purchase, packs away rib
bon, letter, pocket-book and all, then goes
on his way rejoicing; but very likely
comes back the next dav. for tbe return
mail has brought him word that it was
one shade darker and two breadths wider
than Mary Jane wanted.
A French Salclde.
The last reported French suicide is
sprightly. A young man went to a first
class restaurant and ordered a big dinner
for two, himself and a lady. He said tbe
lady would come directly. The dinner
hour passed and no lady came. He ate
the dinner for two with a good relish, and
drank several bottles of wine, and enjoy
ed himself as much as a man can when
be is hungry and hasa double meal spread
before him. But no lady appeared. When
he bad made a clean sweep of the festive
board, he asked the waiter for pen, ink
and paper, as be wished to write a letter.
Soon after the report of a pistol was heard
and the waiter, entering the cabinet, found
the young man lying on the sofa bleeding
irora a noie ueiweeu um eyes, xub.ihuj
did not come, and he could not wait for
ber any longer. He died. He was a
young man of good position in his father's
establishment, but no position in a cer
tain lady's heart, and so he made an end
or his disappointment
Let it not be.imagined that the life of a
good Christian must necessarially be a
life of melancholy and gloominess; for he
only resigns some pleasures to enjoy oth
ers infinitely greater.
HELLISH HORRORS.
A-TerrlBc Strnnle With the Delirium
Cambridge City find.) Tribune.
I had felt the tremens coming on for two
or three days. I was just standing on tbe
verge of a mighty precipice, unable to re
trace my steps, and shuddering as I invol
untarily leaned over and looked down in
to the, vortex. That was to my wild and
heated imagination a literal hell which
opened up belore me, and as I looked down
into that awful lake of fire I could seethe
lost writhe, and hear them bowl in their
awful orgies. The wails, tbe curses, and
the awful and unearthly bal bal came fear
fully clear and distinct from that horrid
pit of fire that came up before me. I had
got in that condition that my stomach
would not bear one bite of food or drop of
drink. I had been repelling from my
stomach for three days every drop that I
drank, eo that I was getting terribly weak
and nervous. I went into tbe bar-room
and asked fora drink, and, as I trembling
ly poured it out a snake shot its head op
out of the liquor, and with swaying bead
and glittering eye looked at me, licked oat
its forked red tongue and hissed in my face.
I felt my blood run cold and curdle at ray
very heart. I left the glass untouched
and walked out on tbe street By a terri
ble effort or ray will, 1, to some extent,
shook off the horrid phantom. I thought
that it i could only get some stimulants
to stay on my stomach I might eecape the
terrible torments that were gathering
about me. And yet, at the very thought
of touching the accursed staff again, I
could see the head of tbe same snake
again, and hear ten thousand hisses all;
around me, and feel serpents crawling and
sliming through every vein of my body.
All this time I was burning and scorching
to death for whisky. At that time I would
have. marched across a powder mine with
a lighted match touched to it. I would
have fearlessly marched before exploding
cannons lo get whisky.
But these snakes were a new torture to
me. I feared them more than anyor all
other warnings that I had ever had; yet
my thirst was so intense and my Buffer
ings so terrible that I resolved once more
to try and get a drink of whisky, and ses
if it would not steady and strengthen me
so that I could get home before I died,
for I felt death in all my tortured body,
and some invisible something told, me
that there was for me no escape from
death. I walked into a saloon and called
for whisky. I was afraid to touch the
bottle, and stood back, while the murder
er behind the bar poured out the damna
tion, and again that whisky turned to liv
ing, smoking snakes, and they crawled
around the glass, and on the counter, his
sing, writhing, and squirming. Then in
one instant they all coiled about each oth
er, and matted themselves into one snase
with a hundred beads, and from every
bead forked tongues and glistening eyes
hissed and gleamed at me. I rushed from
the saloon and started; I did not know or
care where, eo that I might escape my
tormentors. 1 had only rushed along a
little way when a dog as large as a calf
jumped up before me, and with raised
i j ..i.r i ,i. i .i :,.ir
unsvies auu Burning icetu, piauicu uscii
in my path. 1 picKed up a suck about
three feet long, thinking to defend myself.
Just as soon as I took, the stick into my
hand it turned to a snake. I could feel
its slimy body writhe and squirm in my
band, and in trying to hold it up to keep
it from biting me, every finger-uail cut
like a knife into the palm of my band,
and the blood streamed down over, the
stick, which was to me a writhing, bloody
snake. Hell is heaven compared to what
I suffered at that time. At last I dashed
the accursed thing from me. and ran as
for life. I got to tbe .Little Miami depot
and took tbe cars. At tbe time 1 did not
know where I was. I went about ten
miles above Cincinnati and left the train.
At times, for awhile, I could reason and
understand my situation. X soon found
that I was in a town where a young man
lived wbo bad been my companion and
schoolmate in the city. I went to him
and told him my condition. He did ev
erything that can be done tor any one in
that condition. But as night came on my
tormentors returned in ten thousand hid
eous forms, and drove me raving mad. I
went to a hotel, where tbey pursued me,
to lie down. Just as soon as I touched
the bed, I reached my baud over and it
touched a cold,dead corpse. Tbe room
lighted up with a thousand bright lights,
and the dead body now appeared to me
like nothing that had ever been visible in
human shape. It opened its glazed, dead
eves, and stared me in the face. Then
its v.hole face and form turned to a de-
moo, and its wild eyes gleamed at me,
while its whole form was full of passion,
fiercenets and lrenzy.
I jumped from the bed, and as I shrink
baclc from the loathsome monster, every
thing in my room turned to living devil.
Chairs, stand, bed. and my very clothes
took form, and became living demons
that crawled and sat about me, some hiss
ing and others cursing at me. Then all
at once there appeared in tbe corner a
form larger and more soul sickening than
all the others. Its anpearance was more
ghastly than any description I bad ever
read about witches aao old bags. This
mixture of devil and human, marched
right up to me with a face and look that
will haunt me to my grave. It began by
making threatening gestures, and all the
time talking to me.say ing it would thrust
its fingers through my ribs and drink
my blood. Then it would stretch out its
long.bony skeleton fingers,that looked like
sharD knives, and taal hal I ben it said
it would sit upon me and press me into
belt mat it wouio roasi me wim urim
stone and dash my entrails into my eyes.
Saying this it sprang upon me, and for
what seemed to me an age, I fought the
unearthly thing. At last it said. "Let
me go." and when I did it glided to tb
door, and giving me one deadly look, it
said, "1 will soon be back with an toe le
gions of bell, and then I will be the death
of vou: vou shall not be alive one hour."
I left mv room and went outinto the night
Just as soon as I touched the street I put
my foot on a dead body. The whole street
and pavement was covered with men
women and children, lying heaved close
together, with their cold, pale, white faces
turned up to heaven. Some looked like
thev were sleeping, while others seemed
to have died in awful agony, and their
faces presented horrid contortions. Oth-
i i 1 r f
ers naa meireyes uureiea irum iiicirucaue,
and hanging out on their faces. And
when I would step on them (hey would
come to life, and with their bloody eye
balls glaring at me, raise up to my face
and curse me. I could not' move-without
placing my feet on dead bodies, and when
I would step on a dead baby it would
open its ryes and cry; then the dead
mother would raise up and pronounce a
curse upon me for trampling under foot
ber child. And devils would surround
ine, and,wiib horrid oaths, curse me for
disturbing the dead. I would tremble
and beg and try to find some place to put
my teet, but tbe dead were in heaps, and
covered all the ground so that I could'
neither walk nor stand without putting
my feet on a .dead body. I would stop.
and pant for breath, and then I could
itel a corpse under my feet and it would
raise op, throw its arms about me. and
curse me for trampling on it. It was in
this way that I put in that whole night
Having Moral Coamsre.
Moral courage is a big thing.. All the.
good papers advise everybody to have
moral courage. AH 'the almanacs wind
up with a word about moral courage. , , .
"Hare the moral courage to discharge
a debt while you have the money in jour
pocket is one or the moral paragraphs.
ilr. Mower read this once, ana deter
mined to act upon it One day bis wife
banded him five dollars, which she bad
been two years saving, and asked him to
bring her up a parasol and a pair of gait
ers. On the way down he met a creditor
and bad tbe courage to pay bim. Re
turning borne bis wife called Lira 157,000
pet names, as "fool," "idiot" eta , and thea
struck him four times in tbe pit of tb
stomach, with ft fiat-iron. Alter that ft
didn't bave as much moral courage as
would make a leaning post lor a sick grau-
hopDer, and bis wife didn't forgive bim,
for thirteen years.
"Have the courage to apeak tbe troth.
is a paragraph always in, use. 1 once
knew a boy named Peter. One day when
he was loafing around he heard some men
. i, r t- . , , t r mi .
taiKing aoont oia mt. xiangraoaey.. i new
talk made a deep impressioo on Peter, and
be spoke the truth. He said:'
"Or. iianemoney, when' I was up tows
to-day I beard Baker say you were a reg
ular old beJge-b'og with a tin ear.' ;
"Whatl" roared tbe old geat,
"And Clevis said that you were meaner
than a dead hog rolled in tanbark," con
tinued the' truthful fad.
"You imp vou little vUialnr' yelled
the old man.
"And KingstoB said tbat yoa were s
bald-headed, cros-eyed. cheating.- lying.
stealing old skunk under the h'eibcoopl '
added tbe boy.
then old Mr. Hangtnouey fell upon the
youthfut 'Peter, and he mopped the floor
with bim, knocked bis heels against tbe
wall, tore bis collar off. and pat his shoul
der out of joint, all because the boy bad
the moral courage to tell the truth.
And there was young' Towboy it wa
the same way with bim. He bad the-
moral courage to go over to an old m&
and say:
"Miss Falseair, father says be- newer
Baw such a withered up old Habbard
squash iasyoa are, around trjmgto.trap
a man!"
"He did. eh!" mused the olxk maid. ji
sing up from ber chair. .
"Yes, and mother says its a ournibg-
sbame that you call yourself twenty-four:
when you are forty-seven, and she- says.
your hair dye costs more than otu; wood!!'
"She said tbat, did she; ' muxrajurltbe.-
female.
"Yes. and sister Jana says tkatt t sbo
bad snch a big mouth, such freckles, such,
big feet and such silly ways, ans-a vtM
the lightning to strike her!"
And then, the old maid pick4 u.p,U-rolling-pin
and sought the house-ta. whig b
Towboy resided, and knocked down aadi
dragged out until it was a hoetitaJt Thea
Towboy's father mauled him, nia mother
pounded bim. and his sister cUondectbJt
of hair all because he bad moral courage
in nis aany iie.
Mirth at leal Time,
Everybody should plan to hav pleas
ant conversation' at the table, just as they
have good food. A little storr-teUinfi!
it may be of humorous things, anecdotes,
&c will often stimulate the joyous ele
ments of the mind and cause it to act
vigorously and healthfully. Try and
avoid going to the table all tired oat.
Let all troublesome toptea do avoiaeo.
Let aches, pains, and funerals not- la in
troduced. Don't scold domestics. Don't
discipline children. Think and. say
something pleasant Cultivate mirth,
and laugh when anything witty is said.
If possible, never eat alone, invite s
friend of whom you are fond, and try and
have a good time. Friendship and
friendly intercourse at the table promote
the flow of animal spirits and aid diges
tion. Think of a sulky churl munchin g
his meal in a dogged temper. He will
become dyspeptic. Never bring ft cor
roding growl or complaint to tbe table.
Is the pudding too salt? Was tbe bread
burnt? Do not mention it-especially at the
table. Let that pass, though yoa need
not eat that which may not be palatable
or healthful, but politely decline it He
who brings tbe most happiness to tbe ta
ble is the best citizen. Science of Health.
An Iowa minister paused in his sermon
and said: "Girls, yoa may laf and giggle,
and giggle and laf, but when you are oa
your dym beda you'll remember this af-
I 1 ;.l J
icrnuuu auu nuu jruuu uais wu jww
right hands off first1'
Don't trust a man unless yoa can see
his face. A Kentucky farmer went to
dinner leaving the hired man in tbe barn
singing "My soul yearns to be free," and
in less than half an hour tbe man and &
$200 mule were missing.
The Girl of the Period, in her new wrap
with long banging sleeves and sides like
wings, buncbed-np arrangement behind
like a tail, and general brilliant appear-,
ance, has reminded somebody of an indig
nant peacock I
Some humans are like steamships plow-
fnir tfio unv.. tit Kfr- hnt the ma&Aeit are
only barges, with no engines on board,
and only move when drawn about oy inose
which have.
A candidate for offite in Missiwippi
maJe' known big determination to run by
tbe following card: "At the earnest solic
itation of my wife and children I have
consented to become a candidate for coun
ty treasurer."
Whnt State is round on both ends and
high in the middle? Ohio. .