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NO. 17, quarterly free ot charge. For farther parties lars, addrwis - - J no. F. Btiarrr ft Co., Publishers, SUBSCRIPTION RATES- 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. .