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irln, you must cnrry this photograph to
tho Judge of Instruction. I know M.
mtrlgent is much perplexed about
this rnse. Explain to him ns If It
cnmc from you nlonc what I h.ivo Just
ehown you. Repeat what I have dcm
nnstrated, nnd I am convinced that
this evidence will determine him to re
lease tho cashier. Prosper must he at
liberty before I can connucuci my op
erations." "Of course, chief. But must I let
Mm know that I suspect any one be
Bides tho banker or cashier?"
"Certainly. Justice must not be kept
In ignorance of your Intention of fol
lowing up this affair. M. Putrigent
(will tell you to watch Prosper. You
will reply that you will not lose sight
of him. I myself will answer for his
being in good hands." j
"And if ho asks me about Gipsy?" I
M. Lecoq hesitated a moment. i
"Tell him," ho said, "that you per
suaded her, In the Interest of Prosper,
to live In n house where she can watch
Borne one whom you suspect."
Fanfcrlot rolled up tho photograph
hnd was joyously picking up his hat to
Ko when Jr. Lecoq checked him with
u gesture.
"I have not finished. Do you know
bow to drlvo a carriage and manage
"Why can you ask this of a man who
used to be a rider in tho Bouthor cir
cus?" "Very well. As soon as tho Judge
'dismisses you return home Immediate
ly, make yourself a wig and the com
plete dress of a valet, and, having
dressed yourself, take this letter to
tho agent on Delonne street." 1
"There must be no but, sir. The
to gent will send you to M. tie Clameran,
(who Is looking for a valet, his man
having left him yesterday."
"Excuse me If I venture to suggest
that you ar-j making a mistake. This
Clamerau does not come Into the mat
ter, lie Is not tho cashier's friend." ,
"Do what I tell you nnd don't dis
turb your mind about the rest. Cla
meran Is not a friend of Prosper, I '
know, but he is the friend and pro
tector of Baoul do I.agors. Why so?
Whence the Intimacy of these two men
cf such different ages? I must llnd 1
out. I must also llnd out who this 1
Jorge master Ib who lives In Paris nnd
mover goes to attend to his furnaces; 1
n high liver, who takes it into his head
to live at the Hotel du Louvre in tho
midst of n tumultuous, ever changing
crowd, where It is hard to watch him.
Through you I will have an eye' upon I
li'm. He has a carriage. You are to
drive it, nnd you will soon bo able to
Blve me an account of his manner of
life nnd of the sort of people with
vhom he associates." I
"You shall bo obeyed."
"One word more. M. de CInmcran Is '
Irritable and, still more, suspicious.
You will be presented to him under tho
rams of Joseph Dubois. lie will de
maud your certificate of good charac
ter. Hero are three which state that
you have lived with the Marquis do
Btairmouse and tho Count do Comma
rln and that you have just left tho
Baron de Wortschen, who has gone to
Germany. Bo careful of your dress
end manners. Watch the marquis'
movements. Above nil, don't overdo
your part. It might arouse suspicion."
"Don't -worry as to that. Where
phall I report to you?"
"I w'.il call on you every day. Until
I change your ord 5 don't stop foot in
this house. You might be followed. If
Anything Important should happen.
Fond n note to your wife, nnd she will
Infoim mo. Go end bo prudent."
The t'oor closed on Fanfe. lot as' M.
J.eco-' pujod Into his bedroom.
In tin twinkling of nn eye he had
divested himself of chief of the secret
service. Ho took off Ids stiff cravat
find gold spectacles and removed the
close witf fro-a his thick black hair.
'The oineli'i Lecoq had disappeared,
leaving in his place the Lec.n whom
nobody know a handsome man with
r clear eye anil resolute bearing. But
lie remained only for an instant. Seat
ed before a dressing table, covered
(with moro cosmetics, paints, perfumes,
false hair and other unmentionable
phnms than the toilet tables of a mod
ern belle, he began to undo tho work
nf nature and make himself a now
face. Ho worked slowly, handling his
brushes with great care. But In an
hour ho had accomplished one of his
ilally masterpieces. When he had fin
ished, ho was no longer Lecoq. Ho
pros tho large man with red whiskers
Whom Fanfcrlot fulled to recognize.
"Well," ho said, cnstlng n last look
In the mirror, "I havo forgotten noth
ing. I havo left nothing to chance.
All my plans are fixed, nnd I shall
make progress, provided tho Squirrel
toes not waste time."
But Fanfcrlot was too happy to
jvastc a minute. IIo did not run, ho
low, toward the Palais do Justice. At
jist he was able to convince some ono
jf his wonderful shrewdness. Ah to
Jcknowlodging that ho was about to
Obtain a triumph with the Idcns of nu
mber man, ho never thought of It. It
generally in perfect good faith that
Iho jackdaw struts in tho peacock's
feathers. His hopes woro realized. If
ho Judge was not absolutely convinc
ed, he admired the Ingenuity of the
ivhole proceeding.
"This decides me," bo said, dismiss
Fanfcrlot "I will file a favorable
)eport today, and It Is highly probable
Uiat the accused will bo released to
morrow." IIo began at onco to write out ono of
Mioso terrlblo decisions of "Not prov
.which restores liberty, but not
honor, to tho accused man; which hojh
that he Is not guilty,, but does nut say
ku Is InnocenV
Whereas tlitr do not eilit sufficient charges
Iciintt the accused, I'roiptr Ilcrtomy, In pur-
Ciance of article 128 ot the Criminal Cods we
treby declara that we find no irmunib for Croat
rutlon agalnat the aforesaid prisoner at this prta
rnt time, and wa order that he shall lie rehajfj
from tha prion where lie ia confined and bet at
liberty by the Jilltr, etc.
When it was finished. "Well," hp
paid to tho clerk, "hero is another of
thoso crimes which Justico cannot
dear up-another file to bo stowed
it way among tho archives of the record
And his own hand wrote on the cov
er of tho bundle of papers relating to
J'rosper's ease tho number of the yuck
nge, "Case 113."
Or- V H. BlmUnvlteli, who lias t lunge
til the literary treasures of Columbia I Hi
verity. Iihs purchaKBd for tlm library rtur
Irs tlio pant weeli nn early Italian manil
rrlpt of crrat value, containing th" rpH-
Wasiii.totox, Feb. 123. This discourse
of Dr. Talmage is full of Inspiring
thoughts for those who find life a
struggle nnd shows that we havo many
celestial sympathizers; texts, Hebrews
xll, I, "Seeing we also are compassed
about with so great a cloud of wit
nesses;" I Corinthians .y, 32, "I have
fought with beasts at Ephesus."
Crossing the Alps by the Mont Cenls
pass or through tho Mont Cents tun
nel, you are in a few hours set down
at Verona, Italy, and in a few minutes
begin examining one of tho grandest
ruins ot (he world, tho Amphitheater.
The whole building sweeps around you
In a circle. You stand in the nrena ,
where the combat was once fought or
tho race run, and on all sides the seats
rise, tier above tier, until you count
forty elevations, or galleries, as I shall ,
sec fit to call them, In which sat the
sonntors, the kings nnd the ".",000 ex
cited spectators. At the sides of tho
arena and under the galleries are tho I
cnges in which the lions nnd tigers aro
kept without food until, frenzied with
hunger and thirst, they are let out up
on some poor victim, who, with his
sword and alone. Is condemned to meet
them. I think that Paul himself once
stood In such a place and that it was
not only figuratively, but literally, that
he had "fought with beasts at Ephe
sus." The gala day has come. From all tho
world the people are pouring into Vero
na. Men, women and children, orators
and senators, great men and small,
thousands upon thousands runic, until
the first gallery is full, and the second,
tho third, the fourth, the fifth-nil the
way up to the twont.etli, all the wny
up to the thirtieth, all tho way up to
the fortieth. Every place is filled. Im
mensity of audience sweeping the great
circle. Silence. The time for the contest
has come. A Roman otllclal leads fortli
the victim into the arena. Let him get
his sword with firm grip Into his right
hand. The 25,000 sit breathlessly watch
ing. I hear the door at the side of the
arena creak open. Out plunges the half
starved lion, his tongue at hirst for
blood, and with a roar that brings all
the galleries to their feet he rushes
against the sword of tho combatant.
Do you know how strong a stroke a
man will strike when his life depends
upon the first thrust of his blade? The
wild beast, lame and bleeding, slinks
buck toward tho side of tho arena;
then rallying ills wasted strength he
comes up with fiercer eye nnd moro
terrible roar than ever, only to be
driven back with a fatal wound, while
the combatant comes In with stroke
after stroke until the monster is dend
at his feet, and the 25,000 clap their
hands and utter a shout that makes
the city tremble.
.Sometimes the audience came to see
a race; sometimes to see gladiators
fight each other, until the people, com
passionate for the fallen, turned their
thumbs up as an appeal that the van
quished be spared, and sometimes tho
combat was with wild beasts.
All Ilnvo Mum ti Fltilit.
To one of the Itnmiin ainphitheatrical
audiences of 300,000 people Paul refers
when ho says, "We are compassed
about with so great a cloud of witness
es." The direct reference in tho last
passage is made to n race; but else
where having discussed thnt, I take
now Paul's favorite idea of the Chris
tian life as a combat.
The fact is that every Christian man
has a Hon to fight. Yours is a bad tem
per. The gates of the arena have been
opened, and this tiger has come out to
destroy your soul. It has lacerated
you with many a wound. You have
been thrown by it time and again, but
In the strength of God you have arisen
to drive it back. I verily believe you
will conquer. I think that the tempta
tion is getting weaker and weaker.
You have given it so many wounds that
the prospect is that It will die, and you
shall be victor, through Christ. Cour
age, brother! Do not let tho sands of
tho arena drink the blood of your soul!
Your Hon Is the passion for strong
drink. You may have contended
against it for twenty years; but it is
strong of body and thirsty of tongue.
You havo tried to fight it back with
broken bottle or empty wine flask.
Nay, thnt is not the weapon. With one
horrible roar he will seize thee by tho
throat and rend thee limb from limb.
Take this weapon, shnrp and keen
reach up and get it from God's armory
j the sword of the Spirit. With that
thou mnyest drive him back and con
quer! But why specify when every man
nnd woman has a Hon to fight? If
there bo one hero who has no besetting
sin, let him speak out, for him have I
offended. If you have not fought the
lion, it is because you havo let the Hon
eat you up. Tills very moment the con
test goes on. The Trajan celebration,
where 10,000 gladiators fought and
11,000 wild beasts were slain, was uot
so terrific a ntrugglc ns that which at
tills moment goes on in many n soul.
Tho combat was for the life of the
body; this Is for the life of the soul.
nrena: "At It again!" "Forward!"
If Dqirc in Ilea NaoiS'"0'10 morc stroke!" "Lookout!" "Fnll
il 1 dy 3 IU U3W ilCdlJ back!" "Hurra! Hurra!" So In thnt
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JiThat was with wild beasts from the
Jungle; this'is with the roaring Hon of ,
bell. !
1 Men think, when they contend against
an evil hnblt, that they have to fight It
nil nlono. Not They stand In the cen
ter of an Immense circle of sympathy.
Paul bad been reciting the names of
IIAbcl, Enoch, Noah, Abrnham, Sarah,
Isaac, Joseph, Gideon and Barak and
then says, "Being compassed nbout
With so groat a cloud of witnesses." ,
A Cloud of Wltncnaea.
Before I get through I will show you
that you fight In an arena, around
which circle, In galleries above each
other, nil the kindling eyes and all the
sympathetic hearts of the ages, and at
every victory gained there comes down
the thundering applause of a great
multitude that no man can number,
"lining compassed about with so great
a cloud of witnesses."
On the first elevation of the ancient
amphitheater, on tho dny of a celebra
tion, sat Tiberius or Augustus or the
reigning king. So in tho great arena
of spectators that watch our struggles
nnd in tho first divine gallery, ns I
shall call It, sits our King, one Jesus.
On his head are many crowns. The
Bomnn emperor got his plnco by cold
blooded conquests, but our King hath
come to his place by the broken henrts
healed and tho tears wiped away nnd
the souls redeemed. The Bomau em
peror sat, with folded arms, indiffer
ent ns to whether the swordsman or
the Hon bent, but our King's sympa
thies arc all with us nay, unheard of
condescension! I sec him come down
from the gallery into the nrenn to help
us iu tho fight, shouting until nil up
and down bis voice is heard: "Fear
not! I will help thee! I will strength
en thee by tho right hand of my pow
They gave to the men In tho arena in
the olden time food to thicken their ,
blood, so thnt It would flow slowly nnd '
that for n longer time the people might
gloat over tho sceno. But our King
has no pleasure in our wounds, for we
are bone of his bone, flesh of hl3 flesh, i
blood of his blood. 1
In all the angulRh of our heart I
Tho Man of Sorrows boro a part. i
Once in the nnclent amphitheater a
Hon with ono paw caught the corobnt
nnt's sword nnd with his other paw
cnught his shield. Tho man took bis
knife from his girdle and slew tho beast.
Tho king, sitting in the gallery, said:
"Tliat was not fair. The lion must be
slain by a sword." Other lions were
turned out, nnd tho poor victim fell.
You cry, "Shame! shame!" at such
meanness. But the King in this ense
is our brother, and he wlil see that wo
have fair play. He will forbid the
rushing out of more Hons than we can
I meet. Ho will not suffer us to be
tempted above that we nre able. Thank
I God! The King is in the gallery! His
eyes are on us. His heart is with us.
His hand will deliver us. "Blessed are
they who put their trust In him." i
Tliri Anitol In the Gnllery.
I look again, and I see the angelic
gallery. There they arc the angel
thnt swung the sword at the gate of
( Eden, the same that Ezekiel saw up
! holding the throne of God, and from
which I look away, for the splendor Is
insufferable. Here are the guardian
I angels. That one watched a patriarch;
this one protected n child; that one lias
been pulling' a soul out of temptation!
AH these nre messengers of light!
Those drove the Spnnish nrmadn on
the rocks. This turned Sennacherib's
living host into a heap of 185,000
corpses. Those yonder chanted the
j Christmns carol over Bethlehem until
the chant awoke the shepherds. These
at creation stood in the balcony of
heaven and serenaded the newborn
world wrapped in swaddling clothes of
light. And there, holler and mightier
tlinn all, is Michael, the archangel.
To command an earthly host gives dig
nity, but this one Is leader of the 20,000
J chariots of God and of the ten thou
I sand times ten thousand angels. ' I
, think God gives command to tho arch
' angel, nnfl tho nrchnngel to the sera
phim, and the seraphim to the cher
ublm, until nil tho lower orders of
heaven hear tho command and go forth
on the high behest
Now, bring on your lions! Who can
fear? All the spectators In the angelic
gallery are our friends. "He shall give
his angols charge over thee, to keep
thee In all thy wnys. They shall bear
thee up in their hands lest thou dash
thy foot against a stone. Thou shnlt
tread upon the Hon nnd adder; the
young Hon and the dragon shnlt thou
trample under foot."
' Though tho arena be crowded with
temptations, we shall, with the angelic
help, strike them down in the name of
our God and leap on their fallen car
casses! O bending throng of bright
angelic faces nnd swift wings nnd
lightning foot, I hail you today from
I the dust and struggle of the arena!
I look again, and I see the gallery of
'the prophets and npostlcs. Who are
those mighty ones up yonder? Hosea
nnd Jeremiah and Daniel and Isaiah
nnd Paul and Peter and John and
James. There sits Noah, waiting for
nil thu world to come into the nrk, and
Moses, waiting till tho last Bed sea
shall divide, and Jeremiah, waiting for
the Jews to return, and John of the
npocalypbe, waiting for the swenring
of tho angel that time shall be no
longer. Glorious spirits! Ye were
howled at, ye were stoned, ye wore spit
upon) They have been In this fight
themselves, and they nre all with us.
Daulel knows all about lions. Paul
fought with beasts at Kphesus.
Help Prom tbe Prophet.
In the nnclent amphitheater tho peo-
plo got bo excited thnt they would
1. II I ...
I Kaiiery, pi
' cannot kci
keep their peace. Daniel cries
God will deliver thee from
mouth of the Hons!" David ex-
claims, "Ho will not suffer thy foot to
bo moved!" Isaiah calls out: "Fear
not! I am with thee! Bo not dis
mayed!" Paul exclaims, "Victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ!" That
throng of prophets and apostles cannot
keep still. They make the welkin ring
with shouting and balloiulah.
I look again, nnd I see the gnllery of
the martyrs. Who Is that? Hugh Lat
imer, sure enough! He would not apol
ogize for the .trulh hu preached, and so
he died, tbe night hctpro sWIuging
from the bedpost In perfect glee at the
thought of emancipation. Wbo ia tnat
ban legion who died for the faith.
Here Is a larger host in magnificent
array, 884,000, who perished for Christ
In the persecutions of Diocletian. Yon
der Is a family group, Fellcltas ot
Borne and her children. While they
.were dying for tho faith she stood en
couraging them. Ono son was whip
ped to death by thorns; another was
flung from a rock; another was behead
ed. At last tho mother became n mar
tyr. There they are together, a family
group In heaven! Yonder is John Brad
ford, who said In tho fire, "Wo shall
have a merry supper with the Lord to
night!" Yonder is nenry Voes, who
exclaimed ns ho died, "If I had ten
heads, they should nil fall off for
Christl" The great throng of tho mnr
tyrs! They hnd hot load poured down
their throats; horses were fastened to
their hands nnd other horses to their
feet, nnd thus they were pulled npnrt;
they hnd their tongues pulled out by
redhot pinchers; they were sewed up
In the skins of animals nnd then
thrown to the dogs; they were daubed
with combustibles and set on fire! If
all the martyrs' stakes that have been
kindled could bo set nt proper dls
tnnces, they would make the midnight
all tho world over bright ns noonday!
And now they nit yonder in the mar
tyrs' gallery. For them the fires of
persecution have gone out; the swords
are sheathed and the mob hushed. Now
they watch us with an all observing
sympathy. They know all tho pain, nil
the hardship, all the anguish, all the
Injustice, all the privation. They can
not keep still. They cry: "Courage,!
The fire will not consume; tho floods
ennnot drown; the lions cannot devour.
Courage down there In the nrenn!"
Sonic Imminent Spcctntora.
What? Are they all looking? This
hour we Answer back the snlutation
they give and cry, "Hall, sons nnd
daughters of the fire!"
1 look again, and I see another gal
lery thnt of eminent Christians. What
strikes me strangely is the mixing In
companionship of those who on earth
could not agree. There is Albert
Barnes and around him the presbytery
vi ho tried him for heterodoxy! Yon
der nre Lyman Beechcr nnd the church
court that denounced him! Stranger
than nil, there nre John Calvin and
James Armlniusi Who would have
thought that they would sit so lovingly
together? There arc George Whltefleld
and tho ministers who would not let
him come Into their pulpits becnuso
they thought him a fanatic. There are
the sweet singers Toplndy, Montgom
ery, Charles Wesley, Isaac Wntts and
Mrs. Sigourney. If heaven had had
no music before they went up, they
would have started the singing. And
there tho band of missionaries David
Abeel, talking of China redeemed; and
John Scudder, of India saved; and Da
vid Braincrd, of tho aborigines evan
gelized; and Mrs. Adonlram Judson,
whose prayers fur Burma took heaven
by violence! All these Christians aro
looking into the arena. Our struggle is
nothing to theirs! Do we in Christ's
cause suffer from the cold? They walk
ed Greenland's icy mountains. Do wo
suffer from the heat? They sweltered
in tropics. Do wo get fatigued? They
fainted, with none to caro for them but
cannibals. Are we persecuted? They
were anathematized. And ns they look
from their gallery and see us falter in
the presence of tho lions I seem to hear
Isaac Wntts addressing us in his old
hymn, only a little changed:
Must you be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease
While others fought to win tha prize
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Toplady shouts In his old hymn:
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of lovo divine
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Method
ist, breaks forth in words a iittlo va
ried; A charge to keep you have,
A God to slorify,
A never dying soul to save
And fit It for the sky I
I look again, nnd I see the gallery of
bur departed. Muny of those In the
Other galleries wo have heard of, but
these wo knew. Oh, how familiar their
faces! They sat at our tables, and we
Walked to the house of God in com
pany. Hnve they forgotten us? Those
fathers and mothers started us on the
toad of life. Are they careless as to
what becomes of us? And thoso chil
drendo they look with stolid indiffer
ence as to whether we win or lose this
battle of life? They remember the dny
they left us. They remember the agony
bf the last farewell. Though years in
heaven, they know our faces. They
remember our sorrows. They spoak
bur names. They watch this fight for
heaven. Nay, I see them rise up and
lean over and wave before us their
recognition nnd encouragement. That
gnllery is not full. They nre keeping
plnces for us. After we have slain the
lion they expect tho King to call ik
Baying, "Come up higher!" Betwet .
Ihe hot struggles In the arena I wit
the sweat from my brow and stand on
tiptoe, reaching up my right hand to
clasp theirs in rapturous handshaking.
While their voices come ringing down
from the gallery, crying, "Bo thou
faithful unto death, and you shall have
a crown!"
The Gumo of the Unlverae,
But here I pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the Joy of tho scene!
Gallery of the King! Gnllery of ai
gels! Gallery of prophets and apostles!
Gallery of martyrs! Gallery of salnU!
Gallery of friends and kindred I O
majestic circles pf light nnd love!
Throngs, throngs, throngs! How shall
we stuud tho gaze of the universe','
Myriads of eyes beaming op us! Myr
iads of hearts bearing in sympathy for
us! How shall weeverdnre to sin again?
How shall wo over become discouraged
BgalnT How shall we ever feel lonely
again? With God for us and angels
for us and prophets nnd npostles for
us nnd the great souls of the ages for
us and our glorified kindred far us
shall we give up the fight and die?
No, Bon of God, who didst die to savo
us! No, yo nngels, Whoso wlugs are
spread forth to shelter us! No, ye
prophets and npostles, wboec warnings
startle uJ No, yo lotred ones, whoso
arms nre outtitretched to rccolvo us!
No; wo will never surrender!
Sure I inuat fight If I would reign,
Jit faithful tp my Lord,
And hear trjo cr,uns,. endure) the pln,
Supported Iff thy word.
Thy saints In sll tl)l8 ulorlou war
Kliull cou'iud tnoilfih uiey oi;
They eee'Jhe tr(umi)h tljbw afar
And asiia It wim tnarr eyo.
When that Illustrious day shall rta
in rooen ui t,,ot luivujrn tho flktel,
The plory shall be thine.
My hearers, shall we die In the arenn
or rise to Join our frionds In the gal
lery? Through Christ we may com
olf more than conquerors. A soldier
dying In the hospital roso up In bed tho
Inst moment and cried, "Here, hcrcl"
His attendant put him back on his pil
low mid asked him why he shouted
"Here!" "Oh, I heard tho roll call of
heaven, and I was only answering to
my name!" I wonder whether after
this battle of this life is over our
names will be called In the muster roll
of the pardoned and glorified and, with
the Joy of heaven breaking upon our
souls, shall cry, "Here, herel"
(Copyright, 1002, Louis Klopsch. N. T.
Itlcli Men's Fnnrrnl.
When a rich man dies, his death as
sumes nn Importance in dollars and
cents which to the man who lives all
his life with tho prospect of being laid
awny for his long sleep at a cost of
not over $100 seems enormous. Though
the millionaire ennnot take his wealth
beyond the grave, be frequently takes
u considerable amount iusldo the doora
of tho tomb. The coffin in which LI
Hung Chang was buried recently wns
one which that wily old diplomat had
had made to suit his fancy nnd had
carried around with him for ninny
years. It was beautifully ornamented
with gold nnd precious stones nnd was
valued at $05,000. The widow of a
millionaire named Hllllcr lavished $20,
000 on the collin in which she burled
tho body of her husband. The coffin
was of exquisitely carved mahogany
profusely ornamented with solid gold
nnd lined with rare silk which cost
$155 a yard. Nearly all millionaires
spend grent sums upon the mausole
ums where they and their family nro
to rest nt last The great Mackny and
Vanderbilt mausoleums nre exnmples
of this, nnd Senator Clark of Montana
has built him a tomb the cost of which
is said to have been $175,000. New
ork Press.
Expensive Coronntlona.
It may be of interest to point out nt
this time that the most expensive cor
onation on record was that of the pres
ent czar of Russia. Upward of ?15,
000.000 wns spent by the government
alone nnd fully nnother $5,000,000 by
tho public authorities of various Bus
plan towns. The representatives ot
other powers vied with each other In
.lavish outlays, and, counting the sums
I spent by other persons, the coronation
of Nicholas 11. ennnot have cost much
I less than 25,000,000.
! Tho coronation of Czar Nicholas I.
was also a very expensive affair. The
then Duke of Devonshire was the Brit
ish representative, and he spent fully
$150,000 of his own money in connec
tion with It. The coronation of George
IV. was the most expensive in English
nnnals, and this cost only $12,500,000.
Of this amount $125,000 was expended
on the coronation robe nnd $225,000 on
the crown.
Tho cost of the coronation of George
III. did uot amount to half that of the
coronation of George IV. Tho whole
cost of tho coronntlon of William IV.
amounted to only $150,000 and that of
Queen Victoria to $350,000.
t-AUI isul.N.1.
A Stupe Incident, n Drrnna nnd the
TruBcdy It Hnrcshndowed.
"Laura Keene, with whom I appeared
In IS02-03," says Stuart Uobson In Ev
erybody's Magazine, "was one of the
nin.-.t intelligent women I ever met, nnd
yet her most pronounced characteristic
was ono which is generally associated
with ignorance. She was superstitions to
rm absurd degree. Shu never allowed her
nrtors to take hold of a chair with the
right hand. Tn study a part on Sunday
was a crime. To carry an umbrella with
a hook handle meant immediato dis
charge to the offender. The sight of a
bottle ot red ink was enough to frighten
her for a week. She said the use of it
was almost certain to precede some awful
trouble. On one occasion we were play
ing a farce called 'The Lady and the
Devil. An Important scene was when
she was seated nt a writing table prepar
atory to composing a letter. I, as her
servant, was standing at tho back of her
chair. 'Take your richt hand nway from
the chair, s.ie said in u stage whisper.
Tills rattled me n tritle. The stage dia
logue proceeded:
" 'You ore sure you can find Dou Ba-
fael at his lodgings
" 'Yes, madam. His servant tells me
his wound will confine him to his bed for
a week.'
" 'Is this the only paper we hnvc?
here is the ink :
" 'Here, madam,' and I bent forward
to place the ink urn within her reach,
when, in my confusion nt her reproof, tho
vessel was upset and its contents trickled
into the lap of her white satin dress.
The Ink wns blood red. The ghastly look
that came over the lady's face I shall
never forget, and I wns so frightened that
I never knew how the scene ended.
"The next morning at rehearsal she
told mo I would never have any luck as
long as I lived and thnt my trouble iu
the world beyond would bo endless. She
called the company together, cave them
a detailed account of the 'awful sceno of
the night before occasioned by tho stu
pldlty of the unfortunate young man who
would never make an actor.' She told of
a terrible dream site had had in which
some great personage to her unknown
had been foully murdered before her
eyes; how she had attempted his rescue,
but without avail; how ho had fallen nt
her feet, his head resting on her lap,
from which his life's blood slowly oozed.
"Two years ofter this occurrence, to n
dny, Miss Keene was playing at Ford's
theater, Washington. In the third act of
the play u sharp shot was heard In the
stage box, from which a man leaped
brandishing a smoltiug weapon nnd shout
ing, 'Sic semper tyrannls!' The nudiourc
and actors were paralyzed. Miss Keen
seemed to be the only person who real
I zed the situation. She ran to the box
and in a moment the head of a dying mini
was iu her lap, the red life's blood noting
from n ghastly wound. The tiHsasniti was
my old boyhood friend, John Wilkes.
Booth; his victim, Abraham Lincoln,
president of the United States."
And That Ended the Naval Sweat
' box I'nnlahment,
On one of Mt. Lincoln's excursions to
Fortress Monroe on the steamer Hart
ford in lSUil ills nttentlonVas directed to
a narrow doer bound with iron, thu usu
of which he was anxious to learu.
'What Is this?" he asked.
"Oh, that is the 'uwcatbor, " was the
ronlv. . It is used for refractory and in
subordinate seamen. A mun in there Is
subletted to steam heat and has very lit
tlu ventilation. It generally brings him to
terms very quickly."
President Lincoln's curiosity was arous
ed. "This," he said to himself, "Is treat-
year. Let ine try it for myseii ana sea
what it rcnlly is."
Taking off his hat. for he wns several
inches over six feet In height, he entered
the Inclosure, which he found to be little
more than three fctt In length or width.
IIo gave orders thnt nt a signal from
himself the door should be Immediately
opened. It was then closed and the steam
turned on.
He hnd been inside hardly three min
utes beforo the slsnnl was given. Presi
dent Lincoln had experienced enough of
what was then regarded as necessary
punishment for American seamen. There
was very little ventilation, and the short
exposure to the hot and humid air had
almost suffocated him.
Turning to Secretary Welles of the
navy department, the president ordered
that no sucli inclosure ns the sweatbox
should ever after be allowed on any ves
sel flying the American ting.
It wns not nmhotir after this order had
been clvrn before every sailor on every
ship In Hampton Bonds hnd heard of it.
Tho effect was most rcmnrknble on tho
older sailors, many of whom had them
selves experienced the punishment of tho
sweatbox. Some of them wept from joy.
But the good results of this act of
President Lincoln were not confined to
the American navy. Great Britain,
France. Germany nnd other European
countries heard that the sweatbox hnd
been abolished In America as inuuman.
One nnd all of these nntlons In turn fell
Into line, nnd today the sweatbox Is not
tn be found on nny vessel flying the flag
of n civilized nation throughout the world.
Youth's Companion.
One of the Sins Thnt Destroy the'
Comfort ot Home.
Tbero is ono exceedingly disagree
able habit Into which some people fall
without seeming to notice It This is
nagging. They cannot say what they
hnve to say and then let It alone, but
keep pecking nnd pecking at It on
every occasion, and if occasions do not
arise naturally they make them. In
this nagging sarcasm or Irony bears a
leading part. A thing may bo said once
or twice ns a pleasant raillery In a gen
ial humor, but when repeated over and
over it ceases to be fun. It then cuts.
Sarcasm is a two edged tool; it cuts
and wounds tho one nt whom It is aim
ed nnd it irritates and roughens ths
one who uses it. It Is a dangerous
tool for ono to use who wishes to be
either kind or just. It comes easily to
tho lips, and the Intellect takes a cer
tain kind of delight In aptness, ingenu
ity or shnrpness. Its use grows on ono;
at least the hnblt becomes so habitual
that it is used unconsciously. Howev
er good naturedly one seems to take it.
It Is almost certain to leavo a sting;
there is a wound that hurts. Struggle
against it as one will, there will often
be an impression carried that some
part of it is meant In earnest.
Too often do all of us wound tb
feelings of others by carelessness in
speech. We cannot too carefully guard
oursolves against the nagging habit.
It rasps and wears out tho best of dis
positions. Let us endeavor ever to
make our speech kindly even when
obliged to find fault. "A blow with a
word strikes deeper than a blow with
a sword." We shall never err by
speaking too kindly. These naggers are
often kind at heart and would not will
ingly wound another. They have form
ed the habit unconsciously and are not
aware of how frequently they indulge
In that kind of talk. It does not occur
to them that any one may tnke a fur
ther meaning than thoy hnvc meant
or thnt any part of It will be taken se
riously. It is unavoidable, however,
that this is so.
The nagging hnblt Is the real reason
why some women find it difficult to re
tain servants. It is for the sharpness
of their tongues that some really ex
cellent people are avoided and disliked
In society. People dread the tongue
lashings thnt slip so easily from the
lips nnd without reni malice, but they
nevertheless cut deep. Let us put a
guard ou ourselves and see that this
hnblt of sarcastic speech and nugglng'
is not ours. The Chinese have a say
ing that "a mini's conversation is the
mirror of his thoughts." 'there is truth
In it. If we habitually talk in a rertnln
way, wo grow to be that way In char
acter. Milwaukee Journal.
Narkril For Drnth.
Dr. Shults, an old soldier of Wichita,
tells a grewsome story of how he wns
onco marked for death and how he got
religion. He bad been badly wounded
and was in a big hospital nenr Wash
ington. Ho noticed that it was the
custom of the hospital laundry to close
at fl o'clock every night and that if
there was a patient In the ward who
wns expected to die during the night
clean underclothes tere brought from
tho laundry nnd put by his bed. Ono
night tho nurse brought clenn under
clothes and put them by Dr. Shults'
bed, nnd ho knew then that his time
hnd come.
As the hours wore on a young wo
man enmo to him nnd offered to pray.
Site wns Ella Chase, sister of the fa
mous Kato Chase Sprague and daugh
ter of Saltuou P. Chase, secretary of
the treasury. The doctor was glad to
havo her pray, nnd he ndmits that ho
did a little supplicating on his own ac
count. However, ho pulled through
tho night, and the next morning thoso
clean underclothes were carried awuy.
Kansas City Journal.
George Rice Carpenter, professor of
English In Columbia university, had
Instructed each of tho memberB of ono
of his classes to be ready on a certain
day to read a composition on a sub
ject of bis own choosing. One of tho
students selected the topic "Girls of
American Cities." Ho told of the good '
qualities of the Chicago girl, tho St.
Louis girl, the Philadelphia girl, tho
Bostonlan and concluded with the 1
statement that the New York girl wus
thu best of nil.
Professor Carpenter's wlfo Is a Bos
ton woman by birth, and it so hap
pened that when the student bad fin
ished reading his "theuio" another
member of the class asked:
"What Is your opinion about this
matter?" Immediately the professor
"Well, you see, by marriage I am
hopelessly prejudiced." Now York
A Wendllnger of Itlchmond, Va , a mili
tary tailor, now f-0 yens old, made tho
Uniforms for Jefferson Davis s stair and
for the Btaff of every Governor since thou,
and has been selected to mnke tha uni
forms for Gov. Montague's staff, who has
chanced the color from Confederate gray
It ! Like n Hand Saw With Abont
Thirty Thousand Shnrp Teeth.
"It U a fortunate thing for mnn and
tho rest of tho animal kingdom," said tho
naturalist, "thnt no largo wild uilmnl
hns a mouth constructed with the de
vouring apparatus built on the plan of
the insignificant looking snail's mouth,
for thnt animal could ontdevour any
thing that lives. The snail Itself Is such
nn entirely unpleasant, not to say loath
some, creature to hnudle that few mnn
tcur naturalists care to bother with it,
hut by neglecting the imnil they mUn
studying ono of the most Interesting ob
jects that come under their observation,
"Any one who has noticed a snnll feed
ing on a loaf must have wondered how
such n soft, flabby, slimy animal can
make such a sharp and clean cut incision
In tho leaf, lenvlng an edge ns smooth
and strnlght as If it had been cut with a
knife. Thnt is due to the peculiar and
formidable mouth lie has. The snnll eats
with his tongue and tho roof of his
mouth. Tho tongue is n ribbon which
the snail keeps in a coll in his mouth.
This tongue Is in reality a band saw,
with the teeth on the surface instead
of on the edge. The teeth nro so
smnll thnt jib many ns .10,000 of them
havo been found on one snail's tongue.
They arc exceedingly sharp nnd only n
few of thorn nre used nt a time not ex
actly only n few ot them, but a few of
them comparatively, for the snail will
probably have 4,000 or 5,000 of them in
use at once. lie does this by means of
his coiled tongue. He can uncoil as much
of this ns ho chooses, nnd the uncoiled
part he brings Into service. The roof of
the mouth is ns hard ns bone. He grasps
the leaf between his tongue and thnt
hard substance, and. rasping nway with
his tongue, saws through the toughest
leaf with ease, always leaving the edge
smooth and straight.
"By use the teeth wear off and become
dulled. When the snail finds that this
tool Is becoming blunted, he uncoils an
other section nnd works that out until ho
has come ti the end of his coll. Then
he colls tho tongue up again and Is ready
to start In new, for while he hns been
using the latter portions of the ribbon the
teeth have grown In again in the Ml por
tionsthe saw has been filed nnd reset, so
to speak and while he is using them the
teeth in the back part of the coll are re
newed. So I think I am right in saying
thnt if any large beast of prey was fitted
up with such a devouring apparatus as
the snail has it would go hard with the
rest of the animal kingdom." Buffalo
Rectitude h a perpetual victory.
To be great is to he misunderstood.
Self trust K the essence of heroism.
Nature loves analogies, but not repeti
tion. Men are respectable only as they re
spect. Obedience aloue gives the right to com
mand. The highest revelation Is that God is in
every man.
Sincere and happy conversation doubles
our powers.
No man ever stated his griefs as lightly
as he might.
Put God in your debt; every stroko
shall be repaid.
The beautiful rests on the foundation!
of the necessary.
My creed is very simpla that goodness
is the only reality.
The great are not tender about being
obscure, despised, insulted.
Omit tho negative pronositions; nerve
us with incessant allirmations.
Never mind the ridicule, never mind
the defeat; up again, old heart!
The disease with which tho human
mind now labors is want of faith.
Tho good spirit of our life has no heav
en which is the price of rashness.
The greatest wonder is that we can see
thc?ri trees (in Yosemite) and uot wonder
The essence of greatness is the percep
tion that virtue is enough; poverty is its
The false prudenco which dotes on
health and wealth is tho butt and merri
ment of heroism.
"Don't fiet Illeh Anntn."
The children of n certain family during
Its prosperity were left in the nursery in
charge of servants. When adversity
enme, the servauts were discharged, and
the parents lived with the little ones.
One evening when the father had return
ed home after n day of anxiety and busi
ncss worry his little girl clambered on his
knee nnd, twining her arms around his
neck, said:
"Papa, don't get rich again. You did
not come into the nursery when you were
rich, but now we can come around you
nnd get on ynur knee and kiss you. Don't
get rich again, papa."
A man whoso wealth keeps him from
his family, sleep, healthy recreation or
the time to enjoy the legitimate pleasures
of life is managed by money. Success.
Itoynltj'a Pnntoarrnplia.
There arc two kinds of photographs of
British royalty tnkeu, those for public
and those for private use. Anybody can
go into a photographer's tbop ami buy
the I keness of the king or queen or other
members of the royal family for n small
sum. but there are photos of royalty that
no money can purchase. When royalties
desire to present a phitograph to their
private friends, you may lie sure it is not
one that everybody cau buy. Such a gift
would confer plcasuie neither to the
donor nor to the reclplvnt.
An Irish lady, hnving had soma angry
words with her husband one day, had oc
casion a few moments Inter to send her
servant fdr some fish for dinner.
"Bridget," said the mistress, "go dowu
town at once nnd get me a plaice."
"Indade nn I will, mn'am," said Brid
get, "an' I may ns well get wan for my-
y, for I can't stand the masther uo
w.re than yerself." Loudon Tit-Bits.
Ilulalu I'orrldBP.
A recent convalescent mmh enjoyed a
raisin porridge that wns one of tho dishes
of thu menu offered by a trained nurse.
The recipe for it, as got from its com
pounder, called for n dozen large raisins,
which were cut In pieces and boiled half
an hour In n little wntor. When the wa
ter has all boiled nway, add ono cupful
of milk, and when this hns been brought
to tlm boiling point stir In a thickening
made of a teaspoonful of flour wet in n
little cold milk. The porridge is dono
when It is smooth nnd as thick as cus
tard. Add n quarter of a teaspoonful of
salt as It is taken from tho firo and serve
hot. New York Post.
I.lbrnrr Taste.
A good paste for library use may bo
mnde by soaking one level tnblespoonful
(quarter of nn mince) of gum arable In
two tahlespoonfuls of cold water nnd
mixing two tnblespoonfuls (one ounce) of
rice flour, after wetting It with a little
cold water, with half a plut of boiling
wnter. Then mix the two together nnd
cook for ttn minutes, stirring frequently,
nnd after addlug a few drops ot carbolic
acid pour Into n small jar. it must bo
kept from the air.
Odd Idea Thnt Ilronnjht tha
Spencer Jacket Into Vogue.
A new garment is not evolved by slow,
evolutionary process. It comc3 like a
bolt from the blue.
Take the case of the rpencer Jacket,
which has been worn by all men In nil
countries and of which there nre hun
dred of thousands worn In New York to
day. This double breasted sack coat,
sometimes called a "pilot coat," wns a
distinct invention, the creation of half an
hour. It wns the result of a bet between
Lord Spencer, nftcr whom tho coat Is
called, nnd Sir Edward Chctwynd, said
hut being made in Booties' club In Lon
don. They hnd been talking about men's
fashions, ever a fruitful subject of inter
est to the younger members ot tho club.
Lord Spencer declared that the shape of
men's clothes wns a mere whim, slavishly
followed by the multitude after soma
leader of fashion had started it going.
This wns denied by Chetwynd, who In
sisted that prevailing fashions wero so
deeply rooted that It would be Impossible
to alter them on the spur of the moment.
"You arc wrong," exclaimed Lord
Spencer. "For instance, I do not doubt
thnt I myself could set a new fashion."
"Done," said Chetwynd. "Wo will
make it a hundred guinea"."
The bet was accordingly entered in tho
betting book ot the club, where members
put down for reference nil sorts of wa
gers, and Lord Spencer, .in tho presenco
of numerous witnesses, proceeded then
nnd there to "make n new fashion." Call
ing for n pair of shears, he divested him
self of the long frock coat he was wear
ing and laid it out flat on n billiard table.
This cont was of dark blue navy cloth,
double breasted to the wnist, with long
skirts. He took up thu pair of shears
and simply cut off tho skirts of the coat.
He held up before the astonished wit
nesses n kind of coat never seen before,
but which has since probably been worn
more than nny coat ever Invented a dou
ble breasted sack, raw at its lower edges,
as the coat is seen to this day.
"Wo will call It tho Spencer," snld
Chetwynd. "Now go out and innko your
Wearing this newly Invented coat, Lord
Spencer took n stroll through clubland.
He was a handsome man and a known
leader of fashion, nnd his new garment
wns looked nt everywhere with tho
utmost astonishment. Ho visited eluba
In St. James' square, in Pali Mall, stroll
ed down Piccadilly and took a turn
through Begent street. Within three
dayi "Spencer coats" were to be seen
among tho young men of fashion in Lon
don. The conditions of the bet were that
the new fashion must be adopted by at
least a do.en men within sir months.
All of fttsihionable London was wearing
the new coat within two weeks, and Lord
Spencer not only won his bet, but created
n garment which has been universal'y
adopted, which will probably always be
worn nnd which conferred a fame upon
Lord Spencer he could otherwise never
probably havo achieved. New York
lied Rouses I.lorn.
"I'll be pleased when thnt youngster
gets out of here," said the keep r, inclin
ing his bond toward n little girl wearing
a red cape, who was making a round of
the zoo's lionhousc. "Notice how uneasy
the animals are. It's that red cape.
Feeding time is a long way off, but that
capo looks enougli like a chunk of raw
meat to get tho nnimals excited. Tall:
nbout waving a red rag at a bull P's
nothing to exhibiting a red rag to n hun
gry lion.
"Watch that old lioness follow tho
youngstrr along the front of the cag.
I lou d thinl: she wns going to jump
I through the bars. That girl has been all
' along the row and has got tho whol
i house worked up. Any time that the an -mals
are hungry n red object sets them
going. Listen to the snarling, if tha'
red cape hadn't come nlnng, they' 1 be
' taking things easy, waiting for dinner
1 time, but now they'll chafo and fret 1
' work themselves into a fit. It's alw vs
that wny when people wearins sntneth t g
red come through the house." Pklladrl
phia Record.
' Humor Endowed Dork.
There nre eccentricities in character in
animals just as there nre in n.eu, nn 1
j every now nnd then you will fin-! a vrr-v
I funny beast, says Frank C. B -s'O' k, t
famous animal trainer. He is a ft ilish
idiot, and he knows it and will do one
funny thing after the other in sport and
fuumaking which will convuUe everybody
about with laughter.
I have one dog who is a born comedian
, of this sort. When the training school is
working in the mornings or on Sundiys
he is iu some mischief constantly or djKg
some droll pantomime that is side split
ting to wituess. One of his favorite en
dcavois is to behave lika a camel in
kneeling and rising, nnd he does it ti
perfection, even to chewing in the mourn
ful fashion. Give him nn empty bott'e
and let him play drunken man, an 1 he
will give a performance if ho is in the
spirit which will put almost any vaude
ville artist to shame. Frank Leslie's
Popular Monthly.
Crnli FIshlnR Cxtrnordlnrsry.
For ingenuity in the crab fishing line
the North Carolina inccoon is not least
nn the list. When seeking crab, of wbh
lie is extremely fond, he repairs ti a
swamp nnd hangs bis tail over the wutcr.
The crabs, thinking they have dis- v
ered something to eat, immediately lay
hold of it, whereupon the wily animal,
feeling the pinch, gives bis tail a suddcu
jerk nnd lands his prey.
He retires with it a short distance nnd
proceeds to make a meal, being careful,
however, to get the crab crosswise in h's
mouth that ho may not suffer from its
A Mutual Trlend.
Once upon a time n diplomat was walk
ing with his close friend Deceit, wbo was
dressed in his usual attractive manner,
when he met a lady acquaintance.
"Allow me to introduce to you my
friend Diplomacy." he snld.
"It is not necessary," she nnswercd.
"He is a close friend of mine whom 1
know by the name of Tact."
Moral. A nettle by any other name
wuild sting the same. New York Her
ald. How She Told It.
Isabel 1'vo a lovely compliment for
you, Irinn.
Irma-Oh, what Is it?
Isabel Somebody said that I look like
you. Detroit Free Press.
Don't think that by being raiscrablo
here on earth you will be any happier iu
heaven if you happen to get there Chi
cago News.
"You say the defendant pulled the
plaintiff's hair. Now, how could the de
fendant, who is nn unusually short man,
reach tho plaintiff's hulr, the plaintiff be
ing fully six feet tnll?"
"Why, you see, your honor, the plain
tiff was butting him at tho time."
iCIevrluud Plain Dealer,
Just What They Think.
We all of us profess lo want everybody
to bo frauk with us, but when somebody
threatens to tell us juit what he thinks
ot us we know instinctively that it is
something not nt all complimentary,
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