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Jamestown weekly alert. [volume] (Jamestown, Stutsman County, D.T. [N.D.]) 1882-1925, July 15, 1886, Image 2

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Qod might have made no gentle flowers
To beautify this world ot oura,
And scatter on the summer air
Their wondrous perfume everywhere.
Instead ot skies of lovely blue,
They might have borne some gloomy hue,
As though thoy wore aconntant frown,
On us, in anger, looking down.
PI ^}e Brass, now of a pleasant green,
With s'arry dandelions between,
sS Qod could have given some color bright,
gi Too daszling lor our feeble sight.
rV"" And he who sends no gift in vain
iA" Could make mere avenues to pain
§M: Kach delicate and subtle sense,
f»« By breath of his omnipotence.
It he had spoken one little word.
Nor air had thrillnd with song of bird,
Nor butterfly with wings so bright
Had sported in the golden light
And all the pleasant sights and sounds
With which this love-crowned earth
.Our eyes, alas, had never seen,
Nor ears had heard.—It might have been
Time has laid its hand upon my lienrt
«nt.ly, ilot smiting it, but as a haiper lays
bis open palm upon his harp to deaden its
vibrations.—Golden Legend.
It was a bright, lovely morning in
January, just such a one as made the
huntsman's bugle-call sound like wel­
come music. The air was crisp and
invigorating, the sky a vast expanse
©I cloudless blue, and the snowy
branches of the trees glistened with a
thousand dewy crystals.
A goodly group of rollicking sports­
men hadcometogether forthe "meet,"
and their scarlet coats formed a mark­
ed contrast with the pure, untrodden
enow, which made meadows and roads
for miles around look like a vast
plain of fairyland.
Seen in the morning
sunlight it was a
picturesque sight, this gathering upon
the village green of huntsmen on their
pawing, impatient horses, with their
well-shaven grooms and baying dogs,
anxious for the day's sport.
"By Jove, a pretty woman never
looks prettier than on horseback!" ex­
claimed one of the party who had
been looking very expectantly toward
the road.
"And here comes Miss Lestratige to
exemplify my theory," he continued,
as a young girl escorted by an elderly
man cantered up to the party.
She wore a dark green riding habit
which showed to advantage the per­
fect grace of her slight figure. A small
velvet hat of the same color, with
long, floating plume, heightened the
charm of her delicately chiseled feat­
ures. She responded gracefully to the
reetings and compliments offered her,"
held out her small, gloved hand
only to the young man who had first
spoken of her.
That he and Evelyn Lestrange were
old friend? soon became manifest, for
he rode uninvited by her side as they
passed slowly through the village.
Arrived at a point still in the out­
skirts, Evelyn slackened her horse's
speed and contrived to remain a short
distance behind the party. Her eager
glance had fallen upon a young man
who leaned over the gace of the vicar­
age garden, and who had evidently
awaited her approach.
The long, sorrowful glance in which
theu eyes met spoke volumes. And
was it by accident or design that the
white rose which Evelyn wore in her
belt fell at the young man's feet?
Neither the stolen glance nor the
movement which followed escaped the
watchful eye of Sir Gilbert Hilbank,
Evelyn's companion.
His face clouded visibly.
"You look sad this mornieg, Eve­
lyn," he said, as he looked inquiringly
into the depths of her dark, expressive
eyes. "Do you fear a lecture next
Sunday from Mr. Selby, on the sin you
young ladies commit who waste the
day in the frivolous pastime owio
hunting, when their young minist'
friends are debarred from such amuse­
A flush arose on Evelyn's fair cheek
as, with a spirit and dignity natural
to her, she replied:
"Mr. Selby never presumes to lect
ore me. But any advice he might of­
fer, would, I know, be wise and friend­
"He is fortunate to have so earnest
a champion," remarked Sir Gilbert.
He was prevented from continuing, as
at these words Evelyn rode on hasti­
ly, and rejoined the party.
The fox was soon drawn from his
cover, and everything else seemed for­
gotten in the excitement of the chase.
Evelyn had entered into it with full
heart and soul, but just before the
master of the hounds had got "the
brush," her horse, after olearing a
hedge, slipped and threw her violently
to the.ground.
Sir Gilbert was the only member of
the party near Evelyn, and on seeing
the accident he reined in his horse at
once and came to her relief. The in
juries she bad sustained, though not
serious, still were grave enough to
render it advisable to send for a car­
riage so that Evelyn might drive home.
Messengers were at once dispatched
to obtain one, but the shades "of even­
ing began to gather beforeany convey­
ance eppepred. F5" Sir Gilbert helped
Evelyn into her saddle, and they rode
•lowly to Airmount—her home.
A strange friendship existed between
the rough, generous,kindhearted baro­
net and the refined, graceful Evelyn.
That Sir Gilbert was devotedly at­
tached to her was evident, for he lost
no opportunity in displaying his af­
On Evelyn's part there existed no
feeling more strong than childlike con­
fidence and warm friendship.
Yet there had never been a declara
tion of love on the part of the baro­
net, for he knew that Evelyn would
never be influenced by worldly consid­
erations, and had reason to fear that
her heart had been already given to
Norman Selby, the young clergyman
of the parish which she lived, and
be had long determined to discover the
tfuth from lips which still he felt had
only to speak to dash his hopes to the
A favorable opportunity now seem­
ed to
present itself, as he rode slowly
by Evelyn's side through the silent
"1 want to exercise the* privilege of
-*M»oid friend
and ask you a question,"
be^an Sir Gilbert, abruptly "the
{ruth, bitter as it is sure to be, can
not be
more unbearable than the
wretched suspense I have beeri kept
an lately,"
he continued, with a great
fixing his eyes searchingly on
bar blushing
"Are you engaged to Norman Sel-
Evelyn's eyes suHused with tears as
she replied:
"I should be if my father did not
bitterly oppose it but, Sir Gilbert,, I
do not care to speak on this painful
subject even to you, one of my oldest
and best friends, for my love for Mr.
Selby has caused me so much unhap
"But why does your father object
to your marrying him?" inquired Sir
Gilbert, trying to assume a calmness
he was far from feeling.
Evelyn remained silent.
"Tell me your troubles now just as
you used to do when we were children
together," continued Sir Gilbert.
The warmth and feeling expressed
in his tone, and the conviction that
genuine interest in her welfare prompt­
ed his questions, caused Evelyn to
throw of! her usual reserve, and she
told him frankly that her father's only
real objection to Norman Selby waa
his comparative poverty. His parish
was a small one, and it might be many
years before he was able to offer her a
home such as she had been accustom­
ed to. Her father was implacable in
his resolution that she should never
marry a man who could not do this.
Sir Gilbert listened in silence. He
understood how the happiness of two
loving hearts was at stake. He plain­
ly saw the whole wealth of tenderness
of Evelyn's nature was lavished on
Norman, and he further discovered
that their attachment had continued
for three years hopelessly, yet not
less faithfully.
Already his unselfish, generous spirit
prompted him to try and secure the
happiness of the girl he loved, even
though that were to give her to his
Arrived at Airmount, he left Evelyn
and rode homeward. Conflicting
thoughts filled his mind. Strangely
enough, he had in his gift a rich living,
which he had intended to offer to an
old college chum, of his, a bachelor
but his conversation with Evelyn had
filled him with a new resolve.
After a few hours' deliberation ht
had decided what to do. He soueht
Norman Selby and, without alluding
to Evelyn in the slightest degree, of­
fered him the vacant living of YVest
brook, which offer, it is needless to
add, was joyfully and gratefully ac­
Time sped on, mellowing life intc
ripeness. Here in its course it shed a
sorrow, there a joy. Succeeding years
had tilled the lives of Evelyn and Nor­
man Selby with more of the sunshine
of prosperity than is usually accorded
to the most favored lot. Norman's
talents had been recognized in his new
sphere, and the gift of i?ir Gilbert
turned out to be but the stepping-stone
to fortune. It had been succeeded by
a still richer living, presented by the
hands of royalty itself, and Norman
was now a well known and popular
preacher at the English court.
Evelyn had developed into the high­
est type of perfect womanhood. Tc
the grace and loveliness of girlhood
were added a ready sympathy and
charm ot manner which found its way
to the hearts of both young and old
A little haughty to her equals, thosi
beneath her in station found in he:
their kindest friend, and she was th
first to withdraw the cloud from th
lives of those on whom the cloud o.
sin or sorrow had fallen—hers the
helping hand ever stretched forth to
And Sir Gilbert—what of him?
He had gone abroad soon after Eve­
lyn's marriage, and proved one of the
most careless of correspondents—
now hunting on the American prai­
ries now in the wilds of Australia a
roving life constituted his chie
pleasure and occupation. At length,
wearying of the excitement ol
travel, he turned his face
homeward. He VMaineS for the qoiet
of an English home, for friendly faces
and familiar voices and, in connec­
tion with these longings, thoughts ol
Evelyn and Norman Selby ever canie
upon him. A strange presentiment ol
an early death, too, threw its shade
over his heart. Consumption had
been the bane of his family, and he
felt now that he also was numbered
as one of its victims.
So one evening as the setting sun
was gilding the handsome vicarage
with its floods of golden light, Sir Gil­
bert stood before it, lost in admira­
tion of. the freshness, quiet and
beauty of that home—a home in every
way worthy of its mistress. Refine­
ment and cutlivated love of the beau­
tiful were visible in the tasteful land­
scape gardening all around.
Words of warm welcome followed
his meeting with the happy husband
and wife. Both insisted on his mak­
ing the vicarage his home, that they
might nurse him back to health again.
So the invalid remained there to be
tended by loving hands. Evelyn's
children had been taught to love him,
and they vied with each other in
their eagerness to show their affec­
tion. But the old health and the buoy­
ant spirits had gone, never to return.
Gradually he grew weaker, and one
autumn morning, while the song oi
the reaper, gathering in a plentiful
harvest, fell upon Sir Gilbert's ear,
his end came, and he passed gently
away to that home where good and
noble hearts find their true resting
place.—New York Daily News.
An Old-Time Faith Curer.
As long ago as we can remember,
says the Haverhill Gazette, an impos­
ing individual used to travel about
New York state and Connecticut—
mostly in the rual districts—violating
sacred things by healing in th
name of the "Father and the Son and
the Holy Ghost." He took a goodly
number of well-worn cast-off canes
and crutches with him as convincing
proof of his powers, which were always
displayed at the country hotel where
he stopped. Patients came for miles
to be healed, and we are informed
that they always left their crutches
and canes when they returned. In
one case, an old lady had been bed­
ridden for years, and this great healei
was summoned to cure her one even­
ing. He entered the room bearing a
tallow candle, placed his hand upon
her head and commanded her to arise
and walk. She told him firmly and con
clusively that she wouldn't, and aftei
repeating bis solemn command three
times with no avail, thedoctor lost hif
patience and said: "Then perish inth
flames," suiting his action to the word*
by attempting to set fire to the bed witk
the conveinent candle. Thereupon, thi
old lady, who had not walked foi
many years, jumped up, ran to th«
kitchen and threatened to drive tb«
doctor from the house with and up
lifted broom. This is but one of th
remarkable mind cures performed at
that period. The present system
rather more aesthetic and is not sacri­
legious, but no doubt it operate:
somewhat similar.
A Little Girl's Account of the
Suffering She Endured While
Among the Gypsies.
Taken from an Infirmary and for Five
Years Subjected to Terrible.
Her Kscape.
A little less than three months ago
the citizens of the little town of Gettys­
burg, Darke county, O., were horrified
by a story told them by a waif calling
herself Cora Dobbins, writes a Shelby
villc correspondent of The Cincinnati
Commercial Gazette. The child's story
was so horrible as to create the wild­
est indignation, and but for the fact
that she would tell some her name was
Cora Dobbins and others Cora Green,
this letter would have been written in
Ohio, with a detailed account of the
manner in which the girl's tormentor
was mobbed.
An exceedingly pleasant drive of
some seven miles, going east on the
Michigan road from this place, brings
you to the elegant, not to say palatial,
farm residence of Mr. Leonard Powell.
This gentleman's home is surrounded
with'all the wealth and luxury that a
successful life brings to the industrious
farmer. It is just such a home as all
wish for, but few ever secure. The
beautiful dwelling, the elegant lawn,
the walks, which are bordered with the
sweetest flowers, the spacious outbuild­
ings, the herds of line, sleek kine, with
great fields of sweet-scented clover in
full bloom, the fields of waving wheat,
the songs of the birds—make the scene
one worthy of the artist's best endeav­
ors. To this elegant home your corre­
spondent, this morning, wended his
way. and there heard one of the sad­
dest, most shocking, and heartrending
tales that ever fell from the lips of a
In this beautiful home, taken there
through the act of pure philanthropy,
is now Cora Doolittle. a child only 14
years old, who has suffered all the tor­
tures ever inflicted on the bravest hero
of the days of the inquisition. As she
stood before me this morning it was
hard to believe that her story could
possibly be true, and were it not for the
scars that cover her body, from her
very toes to the crown of her head,
any person would be justified in disbe­
lieving her. The child is bright in the
ways of the world, but thoroughly ig­
norant as to books. She is not hand­
some. neither is she homely, her bright,
sparkling gray eyes being so quick to
see everything that she is rendered at­
tractive. Her hair is blonde, complex­
ion fair and ruddy, and her build is
strong and elastic. In conversation
she is adroit, and shows the cunning
of the people she has lived with so long.
Dressed in a neat, light lawn dress,
with a pale blue ribbon at the throat,
the child was neat, and were it not for
a horrible scar across the left cheek and
a bullet wound in the forehead she
would be considered by some as hand­
some. This child's mother was Susan
Doolittle, a poor, un befriended woman,
who found her way to the county
asylum, four miles south of here, be­
fore the child was born.
When the little unfortunate babe was
ushered into the world. Mr. Hugh Dob­
bins was then superintendent of the in­
stitution, and he christened the babe
Cora, and as she grew up the inmates
gent-rally called her Cora Dobbins. It
was this fact that made her give the
name of Cora Dobbins at Gettysburg.
One evening in 1881, when Henry
Spellman was acting a3 superintendent
of the asylum, a man and woman
walked up to the front door of. the
place, and, inquiring for Spellman.
asked him if they had a little girl they
could get to raise. The stranger gave
his real name, that of John Moberly,
and claimed that the woman was his
Cora was brought down stairs, and,
her mother now being dead, she was
turned over to Moberly and the woman.
They walked but a short distance when
they arrived at a place where they had
left a covered wagon, and into this they
put the child and made ofl'. From that
date to this the girl has been wander­
ing over the country- with this man in
bands of gypsies, her travels including
all of Indiana, Illinois, and Ohio. The
leader of the gypsies was "Sugar"
Stanley, a brother of the gypsy queen,
who was buried at Dayton, ()., a few
years ago with such great pomp and
As soon as the pair who had Cora in
charge were out of harm's way. then
gave her to understand that the man
should be called John McVey and the
woman Mary O'Connel. In order to
make her more fully appreciate this
command, McVey took a "small club
and beat her over the head and arms
till she was covered with welts and her
clothing soaked with blood. This mode
of punishment was inflicted so often
that the child's back is now so covered
with ugly scars that it is impossible to
lay the hand down without covering
one or more of them. At the least
provocation, and without any cause,
McVey would beat her, and as the
child was forced to beg along the road
the more horrible they could make her
appear the greater her success, so this
torture was often inflicted for this
purpose alone.
On one occasion McVey kicked Cora
in the side, the blow being so heavy
that three ribs were broken and the
flesh badly bruised. This developed
into a running sore, and, as she said,
"It was so big I could put two fingers
in it, and three or four pieces of tone
came out." No attention was given
her, and during all the terrible suffer­
ing of this awful wound the child was
forced to be» and do camp work.
While up in (Jrant county, this state,
they were in camp near a farm that
was well stocked with chickens. When
night came on McVev made Cora go to
the hen roost alone to supply them
with fresh meat Forced to obey, she
started, and on arriving at the place
captured four hens. As she started
away one of the hens squalled so lust­
ily that McVey heard it, and the child,
fully terrorized, dropped one hen and
with the other three in her arms made
a break for the camp. For permitting
the hen to cry out, McVey bound
the child hand and foot, bucked
and gagged her. then deliberately
thrust his pocket-knife into the quiver­
ing flesh six times. "This." said the
child, placing her finger on the scar on
her face, 'is one of the gashes." Then,
pushing back both sleeves, a number of
scars were revealed that made the
writer's blood fairly turn cold. Wounds
were then disclosed on the lower limbs
that were fully four inches long, and
so many were they that the flesh had
the appearance of being welted and
seamed. Mrs. Powell says the body is
iB the same condition all orer.
"See this knot on my elbow?" point­
ing to a. swelling on the right arm
"this is where he hit tne with a club
and broke my arm. Ho had to get a
doctor then," continued the victim,
"but that was the only time he over did
anything to help me. Pointing then to
the left elbow, she exhibited another
knot that was made by a club, the blow
dislocating the elbow, which was
"pulled" back by McVey. "Oh, that is
nothing—just look here!" continued
.the child, as exclamations of horror
were mado by the scribe. Parting her
hair, a healed wound was disclosed that
extended two inches across the head.
Here Mr. Powell explained that when
the child was recently examined by a
physician twenty-eight scars were found
on the head alone, all of which were
made by clubs. To show how thick
these wounds are, the hair was parted
in a half dozen places, each spot show­
ing where the scalp had been broken.
As well as the child can remember,
two years ago she determined to make
her escape, and one day, when she was
threatened with a whipping, an oppor­
tunity was waited for and a dash made
for liberty.
The camp at that time was five
miles from Portland, Jay county, Ind.,
and that town Cora tried to reach. She
.sueecedcd, and just as she was begin­
ning to think she was free she was re­
captured by an old gypsy woman, who
was in town telling fortunes. Being
returned to camp she was beaten un­
mercifully, and, to add horror to hor­
ror, McVey again tied her, stripped the
feet of shoes and stockings, and stand­
ing the then almost dead child up in
the wagon, nailed one foot to the wagon
bed, the nail being driven through the
left foot. The incarnate fiend, still not
being content, struck her a blow across
the instep with the blade of the hatchet,
laying the flesh open to the bone, and
then left her in this condition for more
than an hour. If the scars did not
carry out this assertion the people would
not be asked to be believe it. One day
when McVey and the woman O'Connel
had separated from the band, they
went into camp alone, near Richmond,
this state. As usual, Cora was turned
out to beg. McVey was sharpening
scissors, mending umbrellas, and doing
such jobs of tinkering as he could se­
cure. "The woman was "doing the
town," and it so chanced that Cora saw
her enter a livery stable in company
with two men. Not knowing it would
incur the wrath of either, the child told
McVey what she had seen, and McVey
in turn raised merry war with the
woman. At this moment the three
were in the wagon, and the woman be­
came so incensed that she drew a small
revolver from tier dress-pocket, and
tired at Cora. The ball struck her
plump in the forehead, between the
eyes, but by some happy circumstance
it did not penetrate the skull, glancing
oft" and lodging under the skin an inch
from where it entered. "See, here is
the place," said Cora, as she turned
back her bangs: and, sure enough,
there was the bullet-hole, the powder
in the skin and the scar that was made
by the surgeon's knils a short time ago.
On one occasion McVey stripped his
captive, and after bringing a pan of
water to a boil dashed it against her
lower limbs, scalding them till the flesh
dropped oil' in places. At another time
he tied her to a stake with the intention
of burning her to death, but changed
his mind, and amused himself by cut­
ting off one of her finger-nails Her
hands all over shows where he bit out
pieces simply for the sake of making
lier appear wretched when she would
hold them out for alms. The atrocities
visited on this helpless child are with­
out parallel in the annals of crime, and
to hear her recite her awful exper­
iences makes an impression never to be
Eleven weeks ajo to-day, this poor
little helpless child was doomed to die
at the hands of McVey. How horrible
her death might be she could not tell,
for her sufferings and tortures for five
years had been such as would have
killed or dethroned the minds of most
people. In a moment of desperation
she determined to escape or die in the
attempt. McVey had discarded his
woman, and IKS and the child were
alone near Gettysburg, not far from
Grei'nvillc, O.
The moment arrived. McVey was
away a short distance, and Cora, like
a frightened deer, sprang awaj*. Super
natural power was given the helpless
orphan, and she sped away on the
wings of the wind. A mile and a half
away was the home of Manuel Miller,
which the girl, reached more dead than
alive. She was given protection by
these good people, and the next day
was taken to a Mr. Julick's, where she
remained about one week. McVey, dur­
ing this time, was skulking around,
and in order to mislead him, Cora was
taken to Alexander Brown's, and then
to Caroline Brown's, in Gettysburg,
next to Frank Choate's, and finally
to Clay Choate's, where she was re­
ceived by Mr. Powell. Eighteen years
ago, Araham Frissler, grandfather of
Cora on her mother's side, died, leav­
ing a small amount of money, which
this child is heir to. Four years ago
Mr. Powell was made guardian of the
child, though it was not known whether
.she was dead or alive. He immediate­
ly commenced looking and searching
for her, but could gain no clew. When
the child first told her story in Darke
county, she gave her name as Cora
Dobbins, and to others as Cora Green,
but she was certain she was carried
away from Shelby county. Prosecutor
Elliott and Sheriff Thomas Lickladdcr,
of Greenville, followed this clew, came
here, and on examining the records
and following one clew after another,
finally established the fact that the
child was Mr. Powell's ward. On last
Tuesday evening Mr. Powell returned
from Ohio with the child, and to-day
there is not a happier person in this
wide, wide world than Cora Doolittte.
She will be put in school this fall, and
everything possible done to erase from
her mind the tortures and sufferings of
the past five years.
Since her escape she has seen McVey
once, and that was when she was living
at Alexander Brown's The family was
going to a funeral, and MfcVey ap­
proached the wagon in which they
were at which Cora was made to lie
down. He demanded of Mr. Brown to
know where the child was, and threat­
ened to whip him if he did not tell.
Here Cora brightened np. and ex­
claimed, "Yes, bat he couldn't whip
Alexander Brown." In regard to
MeVey's real name, the girl thinks it
is John Moberly. Among the gypsies
he is known as "Three-Fingered "Jack,"
from the fact tbat the first two fingers
of his right hand are off. She describes
him as bein£ about five feet ten inches
high (she judged this by a gentleman
in the room), gray eyes, sandy hair,
and beard of the Bame color, which he
always cuts off in the summer. On
one of his forearms is a scar, made by
a knife. It seems that he is an Indiana
product Years ago he was living
with a woman named Green, and, as
was his habit, he spent about two
months of the winter on a farm be­
tween Ridgevjlle and Farmland in Ru­
dolph county. One day he and his
mistress had a quarrel, resulting in
McVey knocking her on the head and
throwing her body into the fireplace.
She did not die, aiid McVey being ar­
rested he was taken to Winchester,
where ho escaped from jail. He was
recaptured and sent to Grant county
for trial, and was given four years in
the state prison, where he cut his fin­
gers off to keep from working. He is
thought to be about 35 years old
where he is not known, but in case he
ever comes prowling around this sec­
tion of the country he would be mob­
bed instantly. The entire story is one
of real life, and so shocking in all its
details as to make it seem impossible.
The people in Darke county who be­
friended the child can rest assured that
she is now happy beyond measure.
Varnish is death to the most offen­
sively known house bug.
A little saltpetre or carbonate of
soda mixed with the water in which
flowers are placed will keep them fresh
for many days.
Asparagus, boiled as usual and al­
lowed to get cold, makes a good salad,
served with mayonaise over it, instead
of the usual drawn butter.
Cold rain water anil soap will often
take out machine grease from fabrics
when other means would not be ad­
visable on account of colors running,
Scotch Eggs—Boil some eggs hard
enough to set the whites, so that you
can remove the shells without break­
ing the white. After peeling the shell
quite off, cover them completely with
a savory forcemeat, made of ham or
bacon, bread crumbs, herbs and yolk
of egg. Fry a gold color, and serve
with good gravy in the dish.
Strawberry Ice Cream—Take a pint
of fresh, ripe, good flavored straw­
berries, put them in a bowl and strew
over them half a pound of pulverized
sugar. Then mash them well with a
wooden spoon, rub the pulp through a
fine hair sieve and mix the juice with a
pint of thick cream and the juice of a
medium sized lemon. Now put the
whole into a freezer and freeze in the
ordinary way.
Shoulder of Lamb Roast—Have ready
a clear brisk fire, and put down the
joint at a sufficient distance from it,
that the fat may-not burn. Keep con­
stantly basting until done, and serve
with a little gravy made in the drip­
ping-pan, and send mint sauce to the
table with it. Peas, spinach, or cauli­
flower are the usual vegetables served
with lamb, and also a fresh salad.
Time, rather more than one hour.
Strawberry plates come in pretty
china, with three compartments. The
smallest holds a spoonful of sugar, the
second is for cream, and the largest
holds the berries, with their caps on.
Each berry is eaten from the stem,
being first dipped in the cream and
then in sugar. It saves the fruit from
so much handling in stemming, and is
considered the most elegant waj
When using the pretty square glass
berry plates, a corner is kept for the
Liver and Parsley Saucc for Poul­
try—The liver of a fowl, one tablc
spojnful of minced parsley, half a pint
of melted butter. Wash and score
the liver, boil it for a few minutes, and
mince it very fine blanch or scald a
small bunch of parsly, of which there
should be sufficient when chopped to
filled a tablespoon add this with the
minced liver to half a pint of smoothly
made melted butter let it just boil
then serve. Time, one minute to sim­
Persian Sherbet—Take of sound, ripe
strawberries, one pound, and bruise
them in a bowl with a wooden spoon.
Then add a lemon, cut into slices, and
a teaspoonful of orange-flower water.
Now pour over the whole a quart of
cold water, and allow the ingredients to
stand for four hours then strain the
juice through a piece of muslin and add
to it one pound of loaf sugar, stirring
it well until the sugar is entirely dis­
solved. Then strain again into another
bowl and place on the ice till wanted.
Cayenne Cheeses—Half a pound of
butter, half a pound of flour, half a
pound of grated cheese, one-sixth tea
spoonful of cayenne, one-third tea
spoonful of salt, and water. Rub the
butter in the flour add the grated
cheese. ca\ enne and salt, and mix these
ingredients well together. Moisten
with sufficient water to make the whole
into a paste roll out, and cut into
fingers about four inches in length.
Hake them in a moderate oven a very
light co'or, and serve very hot. Time,
fifteen to twenty minutes.
Canary Pudding—The weight of
three eggs in sugar and butter, the
weight of two eggs in flour, the rind of
one small lemon and three eggs. Melt
the butter to a liquid state, but do not
allow it to oil stir in this the sugar
and finely minced lemon peel, and
gradually dredge in the flour, keeping
the mixture well stirred whisk the
eggs, add these to the pudding beat
all the ingredients until thoroughly
blended, and put them into a buttered
mold or basin, boil for two hours, and
serve with sweet saucc.
The common practice of having night
lights in the bed rooms of children of
well-to-do parents is deprecated by Dr.
Robert H. Bakewell. He says that it
has a most injurious effect upon the
nervous system of young children. "In­
stead of the perfect rest the optic
nerves ought to have, and which na­
ture provides for by the darkness of
the night, the nerves are perpetually
stimulated, and of course the brain and
the rest of the nervous system suffers.
Children thus brought up are excessive­
ly timid for years after, on going into
the dark."
Rice Soup—An ounce of rice, the
yolks of four eggs, half a pint of cream,
and rather more than two quarts of
stock. Boil the rice in the stock, and
rub half of it through a tammy put the
stock into a stew-pan, add all the rice,
and simmer gently for five minutes.
Beat the yolks of the eggs, mix them
with the cream—previously boiled—and
strain through a hair sieve. Take the
soup off the fire, add the eggs and
cream, stirring frequently. Heat it
gradually, stirring all the time, but do
not Jet it boil or the eggs will curdle.
Time, two honrs.
The Over Anxious Office Seekers.
"Pa," inquired a little boy, "if yon
can say that *people run for office,1 why
can't yon say that people walk for of­
"Because they are in too great hurry
to walk," explained the intelligent
father."—New York Sun.
An Expert In tiie Art Describes Some
of Ills Tricks.
M. Paul Cinqufevalli, the famous jug­
gler, said recently to a reporter for
The Pall Mall Gazette: "Unless I am
developing anew trick I seldom practic­
ed now. I am a juggler. I invent my
own business. That is one of my dif­
ficulties. New tricks are copied.
When I find that I have an imitator I
invent something else. For instance,
a thought came to me this morning, a
trick with a cigar and a cigar-holder.
I throw the cigar up and catch it in
every position in the tube of the holder,
I shall practice it a month, perhaps for
an hour or two a day. I never give a
a trick without being so sure of it that
I would beta large sum against failure.
Simple juggling, such as one does with
balls, one could be blindfolded, so cer­
tain lias the hand become. The hand
follows the eye, but the hand is the
more important of the two. Suppose 1
have a half a dozen knives in the
air, I propel one so as to give it
half a turn, another a turn, a third a turn
and a half, a fourth two turns, calcula­
ting the revolution of each one as it
falls through the air. Suppose one of
them is falling horizontaly, instead of
vertically, then one jiets out of the
way and lets it fall on"the ground. In
teaching a beginner one sets him to
work with one ball and one hand—the
left. It is like teaching a child to read.
He begins with the ABC, then forms
a word. So it is with the juggler's
playthings. The left hand must be as
facile and as sure as the right.
If you let your pupil begin
with the right hand it doubles
the difficulty for the left hand. I make
it a rule always to use for my tricks
the ordinary articles of everyday life.
It is more interesting to the public
than elaborate apparatus. They can
go home and try for themselves. I
take a candle and a candlestick, or two
candles and two candlesticks [this is
one of M. Cinquevalli's most famous
tricks] or put an umbrella and a stick
through a number of aerial evolutions.
I even use a washing-tub. It is often
galling to the performer to know that
the public do not understand the niceties
and often the extreme difficulties of a
trick. To give them a lesson one some­
times purposely breaks aown once or
twice just at the critical moment.
Then the third time the applause is
tremendous. As a matter of fact, one
is certain to slip now and then. It is a
very different thing performing in a
room by daylight and before the fiery
glare of footlights. Perhaps my most
difficult feat is the one lam doing every
night just now with the knife and fork
and raw potato. Simplicity again, you
see. With the knife 1
cut the potato in
two after keeping it up for some time,
and then catch the two halves, one
on the knife the other on the fork.
That, now, was suggested to me one
night at a supper where 1 was a guest.
'Give us something.' the host said
'you can juggle with anything.' A
knife and fork were on my plate,, and
a cooked potato. I was successful.
"The juggler is the gentleman of the
profession. 1 still join in the acrobatic
entertainment with my brothers but it
is a severe strain to hold a man of
eleven stone on one's hand, and the
tumbling and hard knocks put one's
nerves, eye, and hand out of order for
the juggling, which requires such ex­
actitude anil precision. I can unite the
two if I have an interval between the
performance. It is the professional's
most difficult task to find novelties. It
is .so with all of us in the show busi­
ness. What is there left? I ask. Your
insatiate public has had trained fleas
and trained flies. There is nothing
left. London—1 don't know. I have
nothing sensational they come to see
me. The Russians, yes Germans, no.
They want to be amused. I have once
or twice had narrow squeaks. A friend
be*, me a champagne supper that I
would not do a trapeze performance
from a balloon. I took him. It was
at Copenhagan. The balloon was a
giant, mv bar being a few yards from
the basket. I was dressed as a sailor.
The wind was blowing out to sea,
but we started. I clung to the bar, and
did a few turns in the air, then scram­
bled up and sat on the bar as we as­
cended to a great height 1 clambered
into the car. The we drifted out and
into the sea. We floated about for an
hour until we were rescued. I got a
cold, but I won my champagne supper.
That was nothing. I was engaged to
take an ariel flight at an afternoon en­
tertainment. It had rained in the
night. I took my flight, landed on the
opposite bar, and fell eighty feet. The
rope was sodden, and had given way.
I broke my wrist, and some of my chest
bones. For eight months 1 was in the
hospital with my left arm in a sling.
I practiced with my right. Juggling,
then, is better than ariel flights. An
acrobat, too, must always be in good
health. He has a headache. He is no
good. I have a headache, but I take
my turn with the rest. I have had one
or two awkward knocks from the
washing-tub, which has weight as well
as bulk. 1
spin it round, throw it high
into the air, and catch it on a long pole
which stands on my shoulder. It may
fall, but I wear a helmet now. You ask
me about training? Don't drink, and
smoke as little as" possible. It is diffi­
cult, but it is neccssary. The eye and
the hand are delicate organs."
Awed by an Ear Trumpet.
Some years ago a well known Presby­
terian divine was spending his summer
vacation with his family in the Adrion
dacks. One Sunday he accepted an in­
vitation to preach in one of the simple
meeting houses of that region. In the
congregation was a man who appa­
rently was very deaf, for he came to
tiie service armed and equipped with
an immense brass car trumpet, and as
soon its the sermon began went forward
and took his seat well up on the pul­
pit stairs. The clergyman's little
daughter was among the auditors she
had never seen an car trumpet, and
the spectacle of the form on the pulpit
stairs steadily holding that instrument
to his head tilled her with awe and
wonder. On her way home from
church the first thing she said to her
father when tbey were alone was:
"Papa, was that an archangel by
you?' —Boston Herald.
A veritable "sink," akin to that of the Ilutn
i(olt river, in Nevada, it in process ot forma­
tion at the mouth of the San Lorenzo in Cali­
fornia. Where formerly a large stream cut its
way through the shifting sands to the ocean
but a small stream, easily stepped over, can be
A "society" paper says "it Is now regarded
as the correct thing in bridal parties for the
bride and groom to arrive an hour or so late."
After marriage the groom only will arrive an
hour or so late but it will not then be re
gaided as the "correct thing" by the wife.—
NarrMomt JItrald.
Tiie Reader Must Decide Which On*
Got a Permanent Engagement.
Once upon a time, says The Washing­
ton Critic, two reporters, seeking a
position pn a great morning newspa­
per, with the largest circulation in tiie
world, as the affidavits of the business
manager and office boy would testify,
were sent by the managing editor to a
distant and lonesome resort where the
president was enjoying his honeymoon,
in order tbat they might send back
competitive reports, whereby their re­
spective merits might be determined up­
on and the place given to the mora
worthy. They arrived at the place at
2 o'clock in the afternoon, and at 3
they saw the president emerge from his
cottage, walk down to a little bridge,
and return. After that nothing mora
was seen of him or his bride, nor could
any information be obtained. At mid­
night they handed their respective re­
ports to the telegraph operator, and
this is what the managing editor re­
ceived from the first mau:
"The president took a short walk to
the little bridge near the cottage and
returned. He has not been out of the
house since. All serene."
This is what the other man sent:
"As the god of day sank behind tho
impending summits of the Alleghanies
this afternoon, the newly created Ben­
edict emerged from the beautiful cot­
tage in which tie and his bride are pass­
ing their blissful honeymoon for a short
stroll. He pulled the door of the cot­
tage shut with his right hand, while in
his left he carried a stick. This stick
was three feet long and of rustic pat­
tern. It had been cut in the moun­
tains near the 'executive mansion,' and
was still in its rough state, although
slightly whittled round at the hand end.
It was cut at 2:30 this afternoon. Tha
president took three steps aud a half
across the piazza, and the half step oft
the edge to the steps leading to the
groupd. He wore a Prince Albert coat,
dark pants, low-cut shoes, and a silk
hat. As he reached the walk in front
of the house, it was noticed that there
was a wrinkle in the president's pants
at each knee, and a small piece of string
clung delusively to his left trouser leg.
There were also five new and inexpe­
rienced wrinkles in the narrative of his
Prince Albert, and the conclusion in­
stantly forced itself upon your corre­
spondent's mind that the president, in
the excitement of the moment, had sat
down on his coat-tails. One button al­
so gave indications of being loose, and
there were four well-deiined specks of
dust on the collar a little northwest of
the seam running across from tho
shoulder. IIow these specks accumulat­
ed your correspondent was unable to dis­
cover, but he has good reasons to be­
lieve the president shook them down
from the ceiling as he slammed tho
door in coming out of the cottage. He
walked slowly down the path in a di­
rection leading to the point which he de­
sired to reach, and a faint smile was
seen playing over his features. This
smile was encored five times during tho
president's walk. His right shoestring
hung down a half inch lower than his
left shoestring, but he did not stop to
change his toilet. His shoes were made
in New York and shipped to Washing­
ton by express four week before the
wedding day, and they did not hurt his
feet. When he reached the bridge he
stopped an instant, then, setting his
right foot back of his left he slowly
turned around and retraced his steps.
He look up into the clear sky on four
distinct occasions, but did not see any­
thing there, because a careful examina­
tion by your correspondent developed
the fact that there was nothing to see.
He wore a white shirt and a white col­
lar, and his necktie was black and tied
in a simple, plain bow-knot, with the
ends resting on the lapels of his
coat in a confiding manner. Ho
noticed the white thread on his
left trouser leg just as he reach the cot­
tage steps, and, bending down carefully,
he removed it and threw it into tho
grass near the path. Your correspon­
dent afterward picked it up, aftd it was
found to be a cotton raveling off of a
towel or napkin, and was an inch and
a half long, with a small knot in one
end of it. The president gave a short
cough as lie went up the steps into the
cottage. His hair as it showed under
his hat was smooth, with the exception
of one hair, which straggled somewhat,
and there was one loose whisker his
mustache. His color was good, and
his step was as steady as a soldier's.
As he reached the oiazza a fly lit on his
nose. It was only an ordinary house
fly. and the president, after one or two
ineffectual muscular contractions, rais­
ed his right hand and brushed tho
thoughtless intruder away. It flew off
in a northeasterly direction, and lit on
the railing of the piazza, where it care­
fully brushed its wings with its rear
limbs, as flies are wont to do. At ex­
actly 3:04i o'clock the president open­
ed the door of the cottage with his left
hand, stepped over the threshold, and
disappeared within the cottage."
The managing editor carefully read
these two reports, and taking out his
writing materials indicted two letters
to the reporters. One of these said:
"Your services arc not wanted." Wo
leave the reader to decide which repor­
ter received this letter.
A Point of Excellence.
Two citizens of Northern Dakota
were discussing the merits of the coun­
ties in which they resided. One said:
"We have always raised more wheat
in my county."
"We have larger towns and a better
class of business men."
"Yes, that's so."
"In fact I think my county has al­
ways been ahead of yours in every­
"No sir, we once beat you in an im­
portant point."
"What was it?"
"When our County Treasurers left
on the usual excursion ours took $5,000
more than yours, and though they both
started at the same time ours struck
the Canadian line over two hours
ahead.—Estelline Bell.
Two Kinds of Suspense.
A murderer under sentence of death
had a number of influential friends who
were exerting themselves to secure a
respite from the Governor. The Sher­
iff believed in capital punishment, but
he was a charitably disposed man and
had been doing a good deal of running
around for his doomed guest One
morning he returned from such a trip
and went to the prisoner.
"Well." said the man eagerly, "what
did the Governor say?"
"My dear sir. he hasn't said anything
yet he wants time to think."
"Great heavens, man! This suspense
is terrible, exclaimed the criminal, dra­
"Don mention it," responded the
Sheriff in a cheerful tone "it ain't any­
thing to what it will be if the (ioveraor
doesn't interfere."—WcukmgUm Critic

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