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WOMAN'S WORLD.
MEW BRANCHES IN THE CHAUTAU
QUAN CURRICULUM.
rotting: Away Summer Clothing—A Dls
pnte Over Woatn'» Endurance —Helping
Unfortunate Horses —Kissed by Bis
. roarck —A Few Timely Hints.
' Into theChautauquan curriculum thia
season two new branches have been in
troduced. One is the fine art of setting
a table, and the other the almost extinct
art of letter writing.
Many is the mistress aud multitudi
nous the maid who doesn't know how
to set a table or how to wait on it when
set. Of this variety is tho mistress whose
guests are always finding themselves
short of a fork or a spoon; whose dain
tiest dishes go unappreciated for the lack
of the pinch of salt or sugar or pepper
or mustard which individual palates
crave, but tact will not ask for. Of this
Tariety, too, is the maid whose mistress
not long ago gave a Sunday evening din
ner. The maid had been engaged only
the day before, but as she was recom
mended as "a first class servant in every
respect" tho mistress felt a good deal of
confidence in her. The dinner moved on
quite smoothly to the very end, and :.
last, with au inward sigh of relief th.r
it was over, the hostess s:.ia to the nc
girl:
"Fill the finger bowls, Sarah."
"What'll I fill 'nm with, ma'am?"
asked the competent maid.
Of course the hostess was unmercifully
chaffed by her delighted guests.
The art of writing a letter is even less
understood than the art of Betting a t:
ble. Between the boorish method of uc
cepting an invital ion by moans ol' a pos
tal card and the dainty, perfumed note
couched in the most graceful terms there
is a wide distance, and much of it is a
howling wilderness. The mere technique
as it were, of letter writing is little
known or else is grossly neglected. A
certain young woman whom the writer
knows failed to secure a desirable ap
pointment as teacher in a Fifth avenue
boarding school simply because she
•wrote her application with such disre
gard of the rules of correspondence.
The principal had been much prepos
sessed in tho young woman's favor and
had suggested that sho write a formal
application. She did so. It ran like this
at the beginning:
Jlt Dear Dn. : Am very anxious, etc.
"That's enough!" said the principal,
folding the Wfer, ''Any one who istoo
careless ur too busy to supply the proper
pronouns in such a communication is too
careless or too busy to teach my pupils."
Miss Calloway, who has taught letter
writing at Chautauqua this year, has not
only attempted to teach the proper form,
but has tried to instill 6ome ideas as to
matter into her pupils' heads. The cor
respondents of the pupils assert she has
been successful.—Now York Sun.
Putting Away Summer Clothing.
It is an accepted fact among women,
founded upon good reason, that when
one's belongings aro Valuable aud costly
the services of a, maid are not a luxury,
bnt a necessity and really an economy.
Delicate fabrics need great care in han
dling and preserving, and fine boots,
shoes, gloves and handkerchiefs are not
to bo tQgscd about carelessly and still
preserve' uielr freshness. But without a
maid and -with a comparatively simple
wardrobe a meed of care even will bo
found a great p^otectSoYi.
In putting away summer WR.sh dressi s
they must be, rough dried, then fold< d
and packed in a box or trunk by then
eelves. It is au excellent idea to go ovt i
•sach one and take the few mending
stitches that aro sure to be needed
Chaliies, crepons and summer sill,
should be carefully shaken and brush
spots sponged, bows of ribbon taken <
and unmade if possible, or the dust car.
fully wiped off with a bit of silk dipper,
in weak ammonia water and packt d
uway in separate boxes. The same role
applies where laces trim the dresses. I ?
these are washable, tbey should ho
washed, otherwise shaken and wound
around a bottle or wooden roll.
It is a good plan to let tho dresses hang
wrong side out in the air all of a sunny
morning—if you live in a hotel to hang
in a hot room the same length of time Is
a good substitute. Rumpled ruches,
shields and bent bones should be taken
from the waists, aud a skilled maid says
the waist linings should be brushed down,
every seam, with cologne and water
Feathers aud flowers should be taken
from the hats and bonnets, wrapped
carefully and separately in tissue pa]
and consigned to boxes where they wil l
not be crushed. The flowers should ha\
each leaf pulled out, and if breathed <
before using again will be found a* fr< ■
as ever. Parasols ought, to be rolled, bn
have a loose slip cover put on after thc>
are carefully wiped, or if gauze fin ;'
tree of dust with a silk handkerchief,
and then stood in some safe place and oc
casionally open; .1 to alter the folds.—
Pittsburg Dispatch.
U'oDianV Endurance.
Herbert Spencer said recently of a
woman who had died early In life, after
the production of some remarkable es
says ou "Induction" aud "Deduction.'
that "mental powers so highly develop' I
in a woman are abnormal, and involve a
physiological est that the feminine t>r
ganization cannot bear without injury
fciore or less profound." To which Mr
Elisabeth Cady Stanton replies that Dar
win was an invalid all his days, and that
Mr. Spencer's own health in not all that
could be desired or hie physical being as
fugged as it would have been if he had
devoted hia life to simple care and toil.
Mrs. Stanton mentions among women
writers that hive lived healthy lives aud
died at a good old age, alter doing much
thinking and a good deal of hard work,
Caroline Herschel, Maria Mitchell,
Weorgo Eliot, George Sand, Harriot, Mar
tineau and Frances Power Cobbe, and
she concludes her argument with: "1
doubt whether as many women die an
nually from writing essays on 'Induc
tion' and 'Deduction' as from oreiuro
dv.ction of a family, und yet no llags ot
dagger are raised on the hot:setops where
motheis of a dozen children languish
and die. or on workshops where multi
tudes of women labor from 14 to 10 hours
a clay."—New York Snn.
Helping I'nfortun.ite Horsei.
"What are you doing to that horse? 1
The sjeciacle of a yraceful and ueat>'•
aressed yoang woman caimly rearrang
ing the headgear of a worried horse is
apt to excito remark even from the
driver of a vegetable peddler's wagor
"Aren't you ashamed to tie this he
bead up so cruelly?" The speaker
Miss Foltz, a young actress who
the leading part in a theatrical com
now in tho city, and she stood on a
nut street curb deftly adjusting
horse's blinkers and pulling a mos: >
net out of his eyes. Then she loos .1
the checkrein while a crowd lookeu :i
approvingly and the horse grater;.: ly
rubbed its nose against her shoulder.
Then she proceeded to give the driver
somo good advice about tho care of his
beast.
"Well, it's my horse," he eaid. The
animal's released head bobbed up and
down out of pnro joy, and the driver
thought strange thoughts as ho went on.
"This is a very bad town for horses,"
continued tho young lady,"almost as bad
as Pittsburg. Ever since I'vo been here I
havr> noticed how tightly their heads are
reined np and with what effort they as
cend the steep hills. Their poor necks
6eein strained almost to bursting. It
is a shame and ought to be stopped.
Yes, I have read 'Block Beauty,' and I
think every teamster should bave a
copy."—Kansas City Times.
Kissed by Bismarck.
Bismarck has won the hearts of all the
German women by his exhibition of that
fondness for kissing fresh young faces
for which your General Sherman was fa
mous. Lilli Finzelberg. a young tier
man sculptress, went with l.or sister to
call upon Bi.-mart !c in Kissingen. His
habit is to let devoted women kiss his
hand. When leaving, these young wo
men tried to kiss his hand, but the prince
Eaid: "Hold on. We will do that much
simpler." He then laid hold of the two
girls and gave each several loud, hearty
kisses. The result is that both young
women have become famous throughout
tho empire.
Bis;n„: k's habit of letting women kiss
his hand has given rise to a strange cus
tom. In certain circles women make
collections of kisses of celebrated men.
Some of these are valuable and most in
teresting—more so than all the stamp
and coin collections in tbe world. Real
Bismarck kisses, however, are exceed
ingly rare, and the Finzelberg girls are
the envy of all kiss collectors.—Berlin
Cor. New York V, T orld.
Work of Wealthy Louisvi 1 !;- Women.
A large number of Louisville working
girls have been befriended by .vulthy
women in a way that they are not likely
to forget. Miss Lucy Norton recently
sent a Fourth avenue shop girl to Chi
cago and several points of interest in
the northwest, paying every cent of the
expense. When Miss Norton proposed
to the young woman that she take the
trip, she said she could not think of ac
cepting such a generous offer. Miss
Norton saiil if she did not go some one
else would, so her offer was gladly ac
cepted. A rich woman who lives in the
southern part of the city recently took
threo shop girls to Chicago, paying all
their expenses. It is also said that Miss
Norton is paying the expenses of a Lou
isville boy who is attending one of the
large eastern colleges.—Exchange.
Jewish Women In Synagogues.
Some of, the leading Jewish women of
England have asked to be elected on the
council of the synagogues, in the hope
that some day a woman will be I lected
warden. "It will be seen," a " wess
writes, "how unfair it is to sepal' to us
from our fathers and brothers sons
—if we have any—and put us trj En a
gallery (I always call it a heu< .op),
just as if we wero permitted to go to a
synagogue as a favor, and it did not
matter if we never came. This does
seem absurd, especially to those who, like
myself, have to keep alight the lamp of
Judaism in our homes and prepare the
wick of tho oil for the religious illumi
nation of the minds of our children."—
Louisville Courier-Journal.
The l.orgnetto'a Rival.
Tho lorgnette secerns to have given
place this season to tho Louis Quinzo
eyeglass, which is a sort of compromise
of the two extremes of lorgnette and
prince ne-z. This is worn attached to a
cord, or, if one likes things a little
showy, to a slender chain of gold i r sil
ver matching the dainty trifle. To many
persons the lorgnette—the long handled
shell affair which is thrust in ihe cor
sets, to be drawn forth at Unexpected
moments nnd transfix its victim with a
level stare —is an intolerable imperti
nence. There is an air about it certain
ly, but it is not a good air, except, when
it is in the hands of tho most well bred
aud refined women.—New York Sun.
A Pretty Bud Picture.
For vulgarity, for boldness, for folly,
ignorance, want of principle, petty weak
ness, intrigue and positive vice, you must
go to thp average society woman. Her
one motive is self seeking. She ia bad
wife, a bad another and a false f> i-nd.
For intellect she has a fair BUpply of
shrewdness and cunning; for religion, a
rotten conglomerate of emotional : nner
stitions that do not improve her con duct;
for virtue, the hope l of not being f( mud
out. while for charity, good feeling, mod
esty and every womanly attribute she
substitutes tact—the tact to respond out
wardly to what she sees is required of
her by different people.—Sarah Grand in
Humanitarian.
A Habit. That Paid Mrs. Clcrke.
To :t woman belongs tho honor of this
■ year can ;, ing off the prize of 100 guineas
which Mrs. Hannah Acton left for "the
best worK illustrative of tho wisdom and
beneficence of the Almighty in any de
uartmont of science." Miss Gierke, tho
prize winner, l'Vea in London, hut ia
Irish by birth. Her love of astronomy
is lifelong, and she can remember being
a good deal teased about her habit, as a
child, of slipping out into the garden at
Bight to look at the stars. She haswrit
ten a number of successful books on tho
science, but has had only two months'
observatory work. During that time- she
worked almost all of every night.—Lon
don Letter.
The Churn That. Soured.
Mrs. Elizabeth Akeis Allen, who
that sweetest of household songs, '
Mo to Bleep. Mother,' 1 read not long .
Bt a woman's club another of her com
positions, which was much appreciated.
It was a song of "The Old Time Up and
Down Churn" of the farmer's wife and
/bowed the relentless wear of that steel
LOS ANGELES HERALD* SWDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 15, 1893.
Danded tub. Out or it in tlie years or ita
life rolled tons of butter and rivers of
milk, and into it, alas! went the youth
and beauty, the strength and patience,
the health and temper of its weary work
ier till, almost too tired to die, she sank
to her final rest. Mra. Alien is a promi
nent member of ttorosis.—New York
Times. ______
Solving the Tramp Problem.
A Kansas woman who has been elect
i ed police justice of her city has adopted
a novel solution of the trauip problem,
j The first tramp who was brought before
her for judgment was sentenced to two
baths a day for 10 days aud to hard labor
j on tho stone pile, with the order that he
I should be fed if he worked and starved
if he shirked. The prisoner survived the
ordeal, but now the first question a
tramp asks on approaching a Kansas
town is whether tho police justice is a
man or a woman.—Milwaukee Journal.
An AU Around Newspaper Woman.
Miss Eva Lovering Shoroy, the new
president of the Ladies' Aid societies of
J Maine, is business editor of the Bridge
! ton News, published by her father. She
possesses the journalistic instinct and
can do good work in nearly any depart
ment of the paper. She is a lineal de
scendant of General Warren, who fell at
Bunker Hill, and is a daughter of a war
veteran of note. Major H. A. Shorey,
i the historian of tho Fifteenth Maine.
Miss Shorey is only 21.—Philadelphia
Ledger.
Chicago's Woman's Library.
The woman's library at Chicago con
tains 7,000 volumes in 16 languages and
represents 28 countries. It is to be
! placed in the permanent Woman's Me
morial building, which is to be erected
i in Chicago, and will form a nucleus for
i the collection of the literary work of
I women in the future, as well as through
j its catalogue soon to bo issued a com
i plete bibliography of women's writings
up to the present time.
A Field For Women Who Want to Wed.
Women who want to marry should
turn their eyes toward Johannesburg in
South Africa. There are at least ten
i men to ono woman there. Every mod
i erately attractive woman marries inside
!of a few mouths after landing. It is im
possible to keep servants or feminine
; employees of any sort. Typewriters,
, nurses, cooks, maids, gardeners, all melt
quickly away be low the warmth of South
African wooing.—Exchange.
Miss Braddon's Novels.
The assertion recently made in an Eng
lish periodical that Miss Braddon had
realized $500,000 from her novels was
j generally regarded as preposterous, but
I Henry Labouchere says in London Truth
that he "is inclined to think that they
have brought in a good deal more than
j the sum stated." The continuous sale of
' Miss Braddon's novels is almost unprec-
I edented in the records of British pub
| Ushers.
Woman and Ceramic Art.
Women lead the progress of ceramic
, art in America. The Rockwood ware of
: Mrs. Storey of Cincinnati and the gold
i china of Miss Healy of Washington are
' the most distinctive novelties in our pot
tery exhibit at Chicago. It is said that
; Miss Healy's process is the cause of
much argumenT and envy by European
1 porcelain makers. —Chicago Letter.
American Women In Demand.
The Russian fancy for English and
' French ways has been superseded by a
i liking for things American. American
women are sought as nurses and govern
j esses, the favorite theaters bring ont
American pieces, while in St. Petersburg
! one of the most successful modistes is a
i New York woman of the name of Smith.
: —Philadelphia Ledger.
she Was Bound to Be In Time.
A gray haired lady called at the town
clerk's office yesterday and wanted to
register so that sho can vote for mem
bers of the board of education. As Town
i Clerk Tracy bad not received a book in
j which to record tho names, he advised
! her to wait awhile. The election is a
; year and a half in the distance.—Bridge-
I port Union.
To draw linen threads for hemstitch-
! ing, take a lather brush, and soap and
lather well the part where the threads
! are to be drawn. Let the lineu dry, and
j the thread will come out easily, even in
tho finest linen.
An Oregon (Ills.) young woman is
making a crazy quilt of the silk ties
which have been given her by her de
voted admirers. Her pillows are to be
stuffed with their love letters.
Those in search of novel luncheon
; dainties should try the peanut sandwich.
:Be sure the peanut ll aro freshly roasted.
- Chop fine and spread between slices of
j buttered bread, cut very thin.
Cora A. Stewart, a Vassar girl, has
j taken one of the throe special fellow
j ships offered by the Chicago university.
i The school board of St. Paul has fixed
tho scale of wages for tho teachers of
i that city regardless of sex.
Out of Albany's population of 100,000
over 15,000 pro wrwVrrttr women.
Bays OS l*_iffuwuur .-Numbered.
It begins to look as if tho days of gun
; powder as a charge for the guns in the
i British navy woro numbered. Recent
! experiments just concluded at the gov
ernment prool'butts, Woolwich, appear
to prove tho decided superiority of cor
-1 dite. A 6 inch quick firing gun was
| loaded with 211 pounds 13 ounces of tho
| ordinary black gunpowder and yielded a
velocity of 1,800 feet per second, with a
pressure strain on tho gun of 15 tons per
square inch. The same guv was charged
with 11 pounds 8 ounces of cordite and
gave a velocity of 2,274 feet per aecond
and a pressure of 15.2 tons. More im
portant still, after 250 rounds had been
! tired thero wore no signs of erosion.
Tho new substance is manufactured at
j the government powder mills, Waltham
! Abbey, and contains s«per cent of vitro
! ,;lycerin, 37 of guncotton and 5 of min
eral jelly. The velocity of the shot along
he boro of tho fi inch gun was calculated
' > the millionth of a second from the
lirst. moment of being set in motion.
Minute its this may appear, Lieutenant
H. Watkin, R. A., bas invented an in
strument which, it is said, will measure
fractions of time to the nine-billionth
part of a second.—Chicago Tribune.
AT EVENING.
t'pon the hUU the wind In sharp and cold.
The eweot youug grasses wither on tho wold.
And we. O Lord, have wandered from thy fold.
But evenin? brings us borne.
Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox
Watches tha straggler from the scattered
docks.
But evening brings us home.
The sharp thorns prick us, an* our tender feet
Are cut and bleeding, and the lambs repeat
Their pitiful complaints—oh, rest is sweet
When evening bringß us home.
Wo havo been woundod by the hunter's dart—
Our eyos are very heavy, and our hearts
Bearch for tby coming—when Ihe light departs
At evening bring us home.
The darkness gathers. Through the gloom no
star
Rises to guide ua. We have wandered far.
Without thy lamp wo know not where we are.
At evening bring us home.
The clouds are round v«, and the Snowdrifts
thicken.
O thou, dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken
In the waste night; our tardy footsteps quicken.
At evening brlnat ushome._
A DUEL LN THE DARK.
Up to the time when occurred the in
cident which I am about to relate I had
been what is called an unlucky fellow,
having an unfortunate propensity for
stroking the wrong way and unwitting
ly bringing down upon myself the ill
will of tho people with whom I came in
contact. A friend once tried to explain
this misfortune of mine on the theory
that the electric fluid with which I was
charged was of the antagonistic order,
and that I was in no way responsible for
the enemies that I made.
At this time I was in Paris, having
been sent there by my friends, who were
then making an effort to procure for me
a position of some importance. In view
of my fatal incapacity for doing or say
ing the right thing at the right time,
they deemed it indispensable to my suc
cess that I should be at a safe distance
until the matter was decided.
That I should choose Paris for my place
of retirement was but natural, since a
young lady in whom I felt a somewhat
absorbing interest was at the time stop
ping in that city.
I had become acquainted with her in
my college days and was sure that she
at least felt no antipathy to me. Her
father, who was a retired army officer,
took a very decided dislike to me at
sight and gave as a reason that I had
"no fight" in me. The arrogant manner
in which he treated me in those days
left no room for doubt that he consider
ed mo a coward.
Shortly after my arrival I met the
young lady by an - appointment which
was clandestine only so far as that I
was aware of her father's absence from
the city on that day. It was evening
when, somewhat fatigued by our sight
seeing, we entered a cafe on one of the
boulevards for lunch.
Aa we passed through the broad en
trance we encountered two men who
were lounging against one of the pillars.
The larger aud much the stronger of the
two was carelessly brushing the floor
with his cane. Just as we reached him
he, if not intentionally, yet with an in
difference to the rights of others that
was inexcusable, switched the stick
against us in such a way as to tear a
part of the lady's lace dress. I was in
dignant, and a glance at ber flushed fnca
made me feel that I must do something
to show my resentment.
This feeling was strengthened when I
observed tho indifference which the fel
low displayed in regard to tho affair.
He made no attempt to apologize, and
when I remarked, "You were very care
less, sir!" he gave me an insolent stare
that angered me beyond control, and for
getting for the moment everything elso
I spoke to him sharply. Ho made no re
ply, but extending his cane entangled it
in the lady's dress so that the delicate
fabric was again torn for a yard or more.
The man with him, a much younger
person, started as if to check him, but
tbe movement was not decided enough
to make it quite clear what his intentions
were.
I was frantic with passion, and with
one blow struck the fellow to the floor,
then hurried my companion away from
tho scene. The expression of surprise up
on the faces of the bystanders did not
escapo me, and I realized intuitively that
I had dared to assail a man of more than
ordinary importance.
We were hardly seated when the young
er man came to me, and bowing said, "I
beg monsieur's pardon, but my friend
whom monsieur felt called upon to re
buke wishes to exchange cards."
Ho held toward mo an ordinary visit
ing card, which I took without glancing
at it and handed him one of my own.
Courteously thanking me for the favor
and again bogging my pardon, he with
drew. —
"Oh, how thankful I am that you
knocked that brute down!" exclaimed
my companion. "How I wish that papa
could havo seen you! I will toll him of
it, and he will never—no, never—again
call you a"
She suddenly checked herself and did
not finish the sentence, but I knew well
enough what she would have added—her
father would nover again call me a cow
ard.
It did not trouble me then. I folt very
brave and smiled down upou her spar
kling eyes with a "that-is-an-ev.n-yday
sort-of-exnerien: e-with-me" expression.
After lunch I escorted her to her home,
then returned to my hotel and very soon
retired.
I had not finished dressing next morn
ing when tbe door of my room was sud
denly opened, and a man entered unan
nounced aud apparently in great excite
ment. 1 waa not surprised at this ab
ruptness when I saw that it was my ec
centric friend, Wilson, whom I had
found living in tho city.
Without a word of greeting or apology
he exclaimed: "Well, you have dono it!
I congratulate you upon your notoriety.
I came early and have not stopped for
ceremony, because I wished to be the
first to puy homage to tbe latest Parisian
hero."
Ed blankly at him. vainly trying
to ; reheud what he was driving at,
boring that this wan only another
exhibition of his whimsical character.
"i)i i j ou know who he was when you
strr.ck bim?" he continued.
"Know whom?" I queried.
"Why. tho man you 6truck last night,
of course."
"I do not know, nor do I care," I re-
plied indifferently, but wondering how
Wihion_hacl hearcl of tho affair.
"Well, it was no lees a personage man
M. Ie Baron, the noted duelist."
'■What! not tbe man who, it is said,
bas killed his dozen?" I questioned, no
longer indifferent.
"Tho same. The morning papers are
mil of the affair."
I explained the circumstances.
"Le Baron had evidently been drink
ing too much," pondered Wilson.
"What will bo the result?" I anxiously
inquired.
"Duel," was the laconic answer.
I could not suppress a feeling of faint
ness when it flashed upon me what
would be the result. A duel with M.
le Baron meant almost certain doath.
A refusal to accept a challenge would
ostracize me from society, aud more
than all else would lose me forever the
love of the one being above all others
whose affection I most wished to obtain.
I knew the young lady and her father
too well to suppose that they would
look upon me again if I in any way
showed the white feather. The matter
was taking on a decidedly unpleasant
aspect. I looked at Wilson. He was
busy stabbing a fly which was crawling
along the floor minus a wing.
"Do you think he will challenge me?"
I inquired nervously.
"Challenge you!" he repeated con
temptuously. "Challenge you! Why,
it is proverbial that Le Baron would
rather fight a duel than oat. Challenge
you! Why, of course ho will, and I
came here this morning expressly to of
fer myself as your second. Of course
your position as principal iv this busi
ness is moro glorious, but then it is more
dangerous. Shall I meet the messenger
when he comes and make the necessary
arrangements?"
"Certainly," said I, "and thank you,
but I trust the matter is not so serious
as you make it appear."
' "Oh, it will come out all right if you
will follow my directions implicitly, but
you may be very sure the challenge will
be sent this morning. Remember you
are to leave the whole thing to me."
We were still talking over the affair
when a card was brought me, upon
which I read the name of Adolphe Bosch
er, captain Thirty-third cuirassiers.
"He is Le Baron's second," declared
Wilson as I read the name. "Let him
come up."
Tho captain on presenting himself ex
pressed much regret at being called up
on to perform "an unpleasant duty,"
but was interrupted by Wilson, who ex
plained to him that his visit was not un
expected, and that he himself had been
requested to act for me. He suggested
that they immediately depart to make
the customary arrangements, to which
Captain Boscher assented with more
apologies.
Left to myself, I began pacing up and
down the room, anxiously reviewing the
situation. To refuse to fight this man
was out of the question. Life, I felt
sure, would not be worth living without
the woman I loved, and if I declined the
challenge I should never be allowed to
look upon her face again. On the other
hand, to meet Le Baron was, in all prob
ability, to meet my death. A cold shud
der crept over me at the thought. That
was the only thing to do, however—to
meet the fellow and let him kill me. I
Bhould then at least have the satisfac
tion of knowing that my beloved one
would honor my memory.
The hours passed aB only tbe hours can
pass to a man who believes that he has
bnt a short time to live. About noon I
received a note from Colonel Russell, the
father of my dear girl, in which in his
brusque way ho informed me of his
knowledge of what had occurred aud
expressed the hope that I would meet
tho scoundrel and kill him. If I did, he
would like to see rue afterward.
In the afternoon Wilson returned with
the announcement that all the arrange
ments had been made.
"It is to occur tonight," he said.
"Tonight," I repeated. Why such
haste?"
"Oh, to get it off your mind. And we
have selected swords."
"Swords'" I echoed. "I know no more
about handling a sword than a childl
You must have known that Le Baron is
credited with being tho most expert
swordsman on the continent. I should
think you might at least have chosen pis
tols. That would have given him advan
tage enough, heaven knows, but swords
—I don't know the first rudiments of
swordsmanship. It is murder, cold
blooded murder, and you are an acces-
sory!"
"Pooh! it is all right if you don't so
entirely lose your head as to be unable
to follow my instructions."
"Where is this assassination to take
place?" I inquired, paying no heed to hii
remark.
"In the cellar of a deserted building
just outside the city, and we must got
ready at once, for it is booked for 10
o'clock, and we have some distance to
ride. You make your preparations, while
I run over to my lodgings and get some
articles which we shall need."
He left me, and I attempted to get
ready. First I sat down and wrote, or
attempted to write, several letters. In
my nervous excitement I could only dash
off incoherent and broken sentences,
which told nothing save my overwrought
emotions. I did not realize this at tho
time, did not realize anything but that I
was to be killed without even a chance
to defend myself, for a sword in my hand
was as useless against my opponent as a
cannon would have been.
On Wilson's return we immediately
proceeded to the carriage which Ue had
in waiting and entered upon our jour
ney. I felt as if riding to my own fu
neral. On the way Wilson commenced,
"The duel is to be io the dark without
any light whatever"
linterrupted him angrily: "In heaven's
name, Wilson, what is your purpose!
Why, I will not gol I will not"
"Oh, stop!" he put in. "Show a little
manhood. Pull yourself up and hear
me through. The duel, as I was saying,
is to be conducted in a dark room. They
objected to this when I first proposed it,
but on my naming swords as the weap
ons they consented. You and Le Baron
are to be locked up in a room without
any light and remain there until one oi
the other is killed or disabled or begs
for quarter. And now for my directions
to you: Just before yon go in I will hand
you a glass of wine which you must
drink and, without stopping an instant,
enter the room selected for the combat.
Don't delay one moment after drinking
the wine, or it will be bad for you. Do
as I say, and.you will be the victor. Ask
noquestionshbutdfl *» I direct."
I did not luir comprehend him, tint
caught at the assurance that he under
stood what he was doing, and I felt a
slight hope that he could aud would find
some way out of the difficulty.
Some miles from the city wo turned
into a private way which led to a desert
ed chateau.
M. le Baron, Captain Boschor aud the
surgeon were already on tho spot. With
the slightest recognition of ono another
we descended to tho basement, carrying
but One lantern to illumine tho way.
The room in which tho duol was to
take place was about 10 feet square,
without windows and with but ono door.
It was very high and tho walls were
built of split stones. I looked eagerly
about, but could see no chanco for out
side aid to reach me. I should have been
mortally nervous had not the lofty and
supercilious air of Lo Baron aroused my
anger.
The final arrangements wero quickly
made, and we each took a cornor, Bword
in hand. Tho conditions wero briefly
restated, that there might be no misun
derstanding—we were to remain each in
his corner until tho door was shut, when,
after waiting ono mipnte, the signal
would be given, and we should be at
liberty to slash each other as much as
we could, the fight to continue until one
or the other was unable to carry it fur
ther.
My corner was farthest from the en
trance and opposite it.
After tho seconds had left ihe room,
taking the light with them, Wilson on
some pretext or other returned ami
handed me v small flask. Then turning
me about so that my back was toward
the open door, through which the light
was streaming, ho whispered:
"Drink this, but do not turn until I go
out and shut the door, and after the duel
is ended, before the door is opened, close
your eyes tightly and keep them closed
until I come to you and bandage them.
Say that they are hurt. Your life de
pends upon following my directions."
Before 1 could reply or question, he
left mo, and tho door wa3 shut. The
liquor I had swallowed seemed to course
through my veins like lightning. My
head felt strange and my eyeballs begat
to prickle. I turned and was surprised
to see what an immense volume of light
poured through the small keyhole. As I
looked it increased until tho room was so
light that I could distinctly see every
part of it. I glanced at my antagonist
and beheld him so plainly as almost to
be able to distinguish his features. He
was adjusting something insido his start
front. I was about to call attention to
the breach of the condition that the
room should be in total darkness when
the signal was given to mako ready.
Lo Baron grasped his sword and leaned
forward as if he were endeavoring in
tho dim light to make out something in
front of him. At the second signal he
stepped heavily forward, but surprised
mo by quickly springing to one side and
then moving stealthily toward the cen
ter of the room. I could not understand
his tactics aud did not move. He swung
his sword fiercely with a downward
sweep, then to the right and left and all
around him, acting like a blind man
sticking at an invisible enemy.
Again he moved iv my direction, go
ing through the same performance, and
this he repeated several timeß until he
came so near me that for safety I moved
to ono side.
" Whero are you?" he grumbled, swing
ing his blade around.
"Hero," I replied, and as he moved in
my direction, brandishing the sword, I
stepped aside again, but he kept on in
the direction of my voice. For n mo
ment he stood still, swaying the weapon
like ono who depends solely upon his
sense of touch. I was so near him and
tho opportunity was so tempting I gave
a lunge at bin. He made no attempt to
ward off the attack, and my sword
touched him. Then he turned quickly,
slashing tie air in a circle, but making
no motion toward me.
It dawned upon me then that he could
not see as I could, and I was not long in
taking advantage of this. I could easily
keep or. i of his reach, while he was com
pletely at iity mercy. I compromised
with myself on the advantage I appar
ently had over him and did not attempt
to kill him, but I most cruelly disfigured
his face, cutting it until I feared he
might die from loss of blood.
It could not have been half an hour
when I saw that ho was growing weak,
and I ended the farce by knocking him
senseless to tho floor. Then, doling my
eyes and holding my hands over them, I
called for help. Wilson, the captain and
the surgeon came running in.
My friend hastened to me, saying:
"Your eyes are hurtl Here, let me put
this handkerchief over them while mon
sieur the surgeon attends to Le Baron."
Ho deft!y placed a thick bandage over
my eyes, and refusing the proffered aic
of the physician ho led me up stairs anc
to the carriago which was to convey me
back to tho city and my hotel. Le Baron
I afterward learned, was badly "cut up,'
both physically and mentally, but none
of his wounds was dangerous.
On the way homo, when I asked for an
explanation, Wilson said:
"Well, you know I have made chem
istry an absorbing study. Once, while
compounding digitalis with some chem
icals, I tried its effect upon a dog and
discovered that ho could see in the dark
est room, running with perfect ease
whilo 1 had to grope my way along. On
bringing him to the light too suddenly
afterward, I sacrificed his eyesight to
my curiosity, for lie was thenceforth al
most totally blind. Only after several
trials did I sufficiently understand the
workings of this compound not to injure
the animal experimented on.
"Except myself I have never tried it
on any human being nntil tonight. It
is a secret that I am not ready to give to
the world. You must remain in your
room tonight, and tomorrow you can
have but little light. I will be with.you."
The morning papers gave a full ac
count of the defeat of the great duellist
Lo Baron and highly praised the courage
and skill of bis American opponent.
During the day Colonel Russell called,
but learning that I could not see him
loft congratulations aud told Wilson
that he hoped I would call on him as
soon as I was able to bo out, as both his
daughter and himself were very anxious
to see mo. I called that evening and
learned that I had won the admiration
of the father as I had the love of the
daughter.
In a short time I receiv-ed a cablegram
from my friends at home telling me that
the country had heard of my. fight, and
every one was wi.U over my valor, my
position was sure.
I returnod lo my home with a lovely
wife and a most flattering reputation for
courage, all obtained by vanquishing a
bully with the aid of an "eye opeuer."—
Chai les E. Hoag in Romance.
Mr. McQuaile'» Cr«st.
"Dinnis," said Mr. Hurlihy to Mr. Mc-
Qnade, "since tho grocery business has
prospered so foino wid ye, an you'ro put
tin on the bit ay shtyle, you'd oughter
bo afther havin a crist ana mouuygrum.
man, along wid ivorything >!*>•"
crist an a monnygrum," repeated Mr.
McCJuado dubiously, "an shuro, where
would Oi bo Rfther foindin 'cmV
"A monnygrum's airy made in a min
ute by a tasty man," said Mr. Hurlihy,
with condescension. "Ol cd twine yea
a D, au an M, an a Q if Oi once put me
moind to it, but a crist ain't quite so
simple. It's got fbe an animile or a Ag
ger ay some sort that'll havo a rifereneo
to the faytber an gran'fayther ay yez,
an sqmotinics there's a couple ay wur
ruda goes wid it."
"Phwat kind ay wunudsT inquired
Mr. Metarule.
"A motter, settia out tho princi
ples ay yore ronily an ancisthors," re
plied Mr. Ilu;. iy. with a comprehensive
wave of his 1 .iihls.
"No nade lor yea to sr.y army more,"
Hied Mr. V. ''.*uado, with an expression
uf great re! i "Oi'm thinkin Dinms
McQuadc'U !u» • a ctiat wid the best ay
'em if that's [>\i ivafa wanted."
"An what.! bee" inquired Mr. Hur
lihy.
"A bin." said Mr. McQuade, with de
rision, drawing an imaginary biped in
the air witli a sturdy forefinger; "a hin
wid a broight eye onhor, her roundhead
bint tumid an her ligs jist a-goin, au
round the head ay her the wnrruds that
gran'fayther shpoke to me fayther man
uy's tho toime when wurruk was slow
:omin an fayther was loike to fale dis
jooraged. 'Kape scratchinl' the onld
man 'd say, an good advoice it was.
Oi'm thinkin there aint manny cd have
n betther crist than the McQuade's!"-—
Youth's Companion.
Why We Do Not Take Sculpt.
If war is unhappily still prevalent, it
is at least not war in which every clan
is fighting with its neighbors, and where
conquest incuns slavery or extirpation.
Millions of men are at peace within the
limits of a modern stato and can go about
their business without cutting each oth
er's throats. When thoy fight with other
nations, they do not enslave nor mas
sacre their prisoners.
Taking the purely selfish ground, a
Hobbes can prove conclusively that
everybody has benefited by the sociid
compact which substituted peace an 1
order for the original state of war. is
this, then, a reversal of the old state of
tilings—a combating of a "cosmic prw •
ess?" I should rather say that it is a
development of the tacit alliances and a
modification so far of the direct or in
ternecine conflict. Both wero equally
implied in the older conditions, aud both
still exist. Some races form alliances,
while others aro crowded out of exist
ence. Of course 1 cease to do some
things which I should have done before.
I don't attack the first man I meet in
the street and take his scalp. The reason
is that I don't expect that he will take
mine, for if I did fear that, eveu as a
civilized being, 1 should try to antici
pate his intentions. This merely xaeatif*
that we have both come to see tbat wo
have a common interest in keeping th ■
peace. And this, again, merely means
that the alliance which was always an
i absolutely necessary condition of the sur
i vival of tho species has now been extend
} ed through a wider area.—Contemporary
lieview.
Two Views of Scripture Reading.
At the American chapel at Luzerne a
i Protestant Episcopal minister from this
country (low church) read the lessons
with such naturalness of manner and
propriety of emphasis as to elicit the ad
miration of a visitor, who afterward re
marked, "How delightful to hear tho
Scriptures read with such sense and feel
ing!" Sho waß surprised to hear the sis
ter of a high church rector, American
also, exclaim: "1 can't agree with you.
I think it almost blasphemous for a man
by such stress and emphasis to impOM
his own interpretation ou the word of
God. The Scriptures should be read iv
monotone." —Christian Advocate.
Altogether Too Kasy.
George is a plain, matter of fact boy,
outspoken and honest, who does not per
mit anything to ruffle him. At his ex
aminations some of his answers were
much liko the boy. When he was asked
what was the difference between decimal
and common fractions,he replied prompt
ly and with tho air of that question be
ing almost too easy:
"Oh, a decimal fraction hos a point,
snd tho other hasn't." — New York
i.'ivies.
Jlcn in the Woman's l>ul>diit|-.
Somebody had been calling tho atten
: lion of the wife of the Maharajah of Ku
! purthala to objects of special interest at
Jackson park. "So tha'. is the Woman's
building," she said as the great white
structure was pointed out to her. "Do
they allow men inside its walls':"
The question is amusing in itself, and
yet a great big interrogation mark of
the same kind has appeared before the
blurred visions of a thousand men who
have pnused at its threshold.
r.not fail of notice that the man
thders through the Woman's
'cms invariably embarrassed
' w;ti .1 ut case. If ho goes alone, he looks
1 conscience stricken, glancing furtively
about as if expecting to be ejected. He
doesn't allow himself to become deeply
interested in unything, and when he
finally reaches tho bronze statue of Lelf
Ericson at the west portal he feels »v
lieved.
Naturally enough the married man ac
companied by hia wife shrivels into in
significance in this atmosphere. He be
comes merely the husband of the woman
Fttd looks on meekly as she makes the
founds. He feels about 11 years old and
8 feet 7 inches in height. He may have
been always the self assertive, domineer
ing lord and master of his household, but
15 minutes of the Woman's building re
duces him to a minus quantity. He feels
submissive to a painful degree.
Yes, the women allow men inside the
Woman's building. But in the nature
of things they can't encourage such in
vasions.—Chicago Record.

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