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THE TVASHrNiaTQy, TIMES, SUNDAY, APBIL 28, 1895.
TH UNDAY TIM 10 ES3 PAGE. OF 'GOOD SELECTED TAMIf'; l i . , .. w . , . - u v u u. u i iNry The Meprif Pieman and Daughter of the Don A CASTILIAN ROMANCE. (Copyright, 1895, by Bachcller, Johnson & Bacheller. Many years ago, upon the banks of a gloaming river Uiat rippled Uirough the druary heart -of Old Castile, then Mood a castle wiUi many towers in "which dwelt a haughty Don and his only daughter, Francella Dolores. The Don had a. nose like an eagle's beak, and an ?ye like a red flash or fire in the dark, and he was very fierce and pnvid, lor the blood of eleven generations of noble ancestors throbbed in his veins, there were forty seven quarterings upon his coat-of-arms, and lie bad not credil for throe mara vedl in all Toledo. Franoeila was a sweet, shy girl, -with eyes like that of the wild deer that Bometimes peeped from the cork woods along tiw margin of the river at dawn. Bhe was graceful and fair as a wild flower in spring, and so wildly enamored of her lowliness wore all the youths and bachelors in that province that they one and mi forsook tlioir comfortable haoicii das, gave up napping after dinner and wandered about the country doing all sorts of ridiculous and daring things in the Lope of gaining her favor. It is said that the bad of ogres, dragons, necroman core and giants that Uicy slew, whan packed in two horse wagons to be sent bone as trophies of their valor, wore a week in passing any given point in .single file; but if tins be so tliej' must have seour-d conveyance m Granada and Ka ra ire, for there were not at that time fo many wagons in all Castile Praucella, however, was wholly un moved by all these wondrous doings, ror die had for some time been deeply in love with a gay young pastry vendor whom sho had Mseii peddling pies in the market place one morti'iig dad in a bright blue and jel low jacket, and singing like a skylark all the wh8e. His. name was Pedro Perez, bat every one called him the Merry Pieman. To a maiden who loved as iiassionaiely as Fraiwxslla there was very little satis faction in peeping through the lattice of her window at daybreak every morning as sue did merely to sec the object of her affection pat&iHg by with his basket of wares, twirling his pastry paddle and humming botne merrj tune. But the memory of even that Utile glimpm filled her dreams the whole day long, just as one mm ?reen and scarlet circles every where after looking at the sun. One morning, however, as he passed with his ltasker full or tarts, whistling a scrap of rollicking bolero, ho chanced to look up and spied her peeping f 10m the window. The instant lie saw her he stopped ttock still and his whistle ran off to nowhere In a fuwi little squeak. The blood ruhed to PraMcella's cheeks, and she was alxmt to draw the curtain, when he doffed his cap with a gracelul bow, btopped swiftly as lie did so, and, choosing the cribpiest cu staid pastry in his basket, tossed it up toward the window. Oh, inyl" she gasped. "Oh, my! It wfli gpill." But the pasty sailed through the air like a swallow on the wing, turned over twice as it flew, and dropped upon the DOWN WENT no window still unharmed with an appetiz ing littlo plopp that made Fraucella's heart go pit-a-pat. Speechless with de light, she clasped her slender hands and stood gazing in rapture at the fat little pats or currant jelly dotting the fluffy white meringue . This young pastry vender thought ho had never looked upon a lovelier picture In all his life. "Senorita Francella Dolores," he ex claimed pressing his baud to his heart. "You're the cake of my endeavor and my jolly roll forever; Yu i mil tartlet and my lemon- castard pie: " You're mycaudicd fruit and spices and ray juicy citron slices; You're the darling sugar-sprmkled apple dumpling of my eye!" & Prancella's heart fluttered like a bird in a cage. "Truly," said she, as sho sot her small white teeth deep into the rim of the fragrant pasty with a fas cinating crackle of the rich crust. "Truly, yoa are the most delightful lover I ever bad. Bat toll me," the said tremulously, "is this pasty a vanilla-cream pasty or a lemon-custard pasty? I can ecarcely tell, I am so agitated but if it is lemon-custard you might loss mo up two or three, for I Just dote on lemon-custard." The words were hardly out of her mouth bofore a heavy footstep, hurrying up the hollow stair, echoed down the long corridor. She tamed deathly pale. "Fly!" she cried, trembling from head to foot with apprehen sion, "it is my father The smell of Uie pMty has betrayed us!" For an Instant she stood swaying like a pallis lily, in the wind, as Uie crimson sasa of the pasty vender faded swif U7 from the view, and she could not restrain a sob as she saw pies, cookies and tarts fall here aud there and break iu fragments on the stones. "Opea the door, Francella.' cried her fattier in a terrible voice, beating upon the oaken panels with angry fists. "Yea, father," faltered Francella, hastily finishing Uie pastry, Uiough her hands shook wJUi terror. J).iti'i aa yen," roared tho furious Don. "Hu .' tlj- door iustauUy I einoll a smell of pastry." A pieman passed a moment ago," stam mert'd I rauceila. 1 ii.umiend the Don, "do not try to deceive me! I tell you I smell pastry, u- .1 uwy, valgar, imnd-mace lem-m- 1 ; paKry through Uie keyholo of the door'" 1 1 '-na, while with foar, pushed back 1' !oit and her father strode into the room x m tho window ledge lay three flakos t piecrust. 1 1 1 c.a, ' tried her father, in a voice ftc s f old that hc shivered. "Francella, it- it p -siU1f that you, a daughter of nuno, ka ve so far forgoUen your rank as to cat a pie. a common custard pie?" 1 m 1- ii oiuug fU"eciilei8 to the curtain. "A daughter of mine should die before sko would sloop to the pie of a low-born pastry venderi" "But, fatker," panted Francella, "I love him." "What?" roared the Don. "A pie ped dler?" and without another word ho locked her up in the dungeon. Then in a t oweriug rago he sent out heralds tV-ough all the land to proclaim in every By John Bennett. coutyard, market place and plaza that upon the following Monday he would hold a tournament at his castle, open to all high born caballerocs. and to tho victor in the stnro would give his only daughter, tho far famed Fraucella Dolores, tho Lily of Castile. There had not been such nuolher outnour- ing of the chivalry of Spain siuce tho days west, from north and Bouth, they came. From the wild mountain passes of Castilo. from the cross-road castles of Grenada and from the furthestlimltaof Navarro. Knights princes of tho myai lino, armor-clad, with peunonedlanco3, fluttering jilumeaandspleu- t - w&s 0 ' TvS, YOU'RE THE DARLING, SUGAR-SPRINKLED APPLE DUMPLING OF MY HEART." did trappings, until Uie laues and highways looked like ono grand circus procession of sun-bright riders flaming iu the glory of tho midsummer sun. And when the great day dawned the plain about the castle of tho Don was hidden by a multitude of tents, marquees and pavilhons of radiant colors, over which flapped and swung tho bauners of tho best blood of Spain. Tne trumpet olared from the castle walls. Down clanged tho draw-bridge and the haughty Don rode forth, his retinue about BSE AND RIDER, him, and at his right hand Francella Dolores, ashy pale, clad in white samite and cloth or gold, and mounted upon a creamy white pairrey that her father had hired for the occasion of tho best livery stable in Toledo. A cheer of greeting rolled across the plain and thundereu away in the canyons of the mountain, scaring the sheep nearly out of their skins, but Francella hung her head upon her breast like a wildflowcr, un mindful of it all. Up the glittering lists rode the Don to the bar of the high pavilion. "Begin," he cried, and waved his hand. With a tremendous shout the mail-clad warriors hurled together like mad wild boars. Crash! went ashen spears, splintered in fragments that kept the poor in kindling wood for a month. Clang, clang! rang sword and battlc-ax on helmet, mail and shield. Down wont horse and rider iu a cloud of blinding dust. Bound and round wentthestraggliug.seethiiig whirl, battling like tigers, while from the great pavilion rose shout and call to friend and foe: "Gq it, Gaspar now you've got Iiim!" "Wade in, Carlos hit him again!" "Now, j Diego yah, yah, yah!" untd the Kky rang. Many an unintentional somersault was turned in that wild onfall and many a gallant knight was tumbled over bis horse's crupper, like an apple from a tree. But still the fight went on with unabated fury all day long, without an intermission even for refreshments; though here and there at intervals, from under tho mad medley of hilts and heels, some disheveled caballero crawled on his hands and knees and telephoned for the ambulance. But when at last tho night drew down and over the mountains in the East the old moon hung like a tired cheese, Uie don arose. "Hold!" he cried, "Uie day is spent. Let us cat, drink, and bo merry, and sleep anon, and oa the morrow the tourney may proceed." Then followed a scene that baffles de scription. The don had mortgaged his whole estate to raie the ready cash, and "Get me the best cook in all Castile," he said. "He shall be gotten," bowed the steward. "And the richest stores in all Uie land." "They ehall be procured." And there upon the great tables spread in the long pavilion steamed and glowed a feast that filled the air for miles around with appeti7ing fragrance that was in itself almost a meal, and made the mouths of those noble warriors water like mountain springs. Roasted capons, stuffed with spice ar.d olives, flitches of beef garnished with sav ory aud lined with currant jelly, 'jroad gr.m mons of fcizzliug bacon, crisped w ith onions and grated almonds; fat eels flowed m rich, green oil; sausages buredi in golden cheesecakes, roast lamb with clear mint sauce, vinison collops with guava Jam; turbot, herring, sturgeon, roe, turtle soup, and deviled kianejs drowned m w inc. Wild with hunger from fighting all day long, and having healthy mediaeval appe tites to begin witn, dukes, oarlsand baronets fairly fell over each other in the rush for tho table. Meats, vegetables, sauces, gar nishes, salads and entrees melted before their attacks nki a snow-bank under a July sun. Forks were unknown things in thoso bravo days; so that the eueBts pitched in with both hands, and were speedily gravied, oiled and spiced cloar to thoir noblo elbows, and the damask table cloth was asightrosoo. Then camo raisins, figs, dates, houoyed prunes and apricots, enndld cherries, plum preserves, pickled poaches, brandled pre served, pickled peaches, bruudioJ. pineapple, Jams, jellies and conserves, swimming in lakes of yellow cream and snowed under with spaikling sugar grains. And after those, ripo Melons, grapes, 'irangesaud lus cious pears woro served with noli fruit cake and cocoanut pattiosniollow with great lumps of golden uutW as bignsouo'sthomb. And between the courses immense trays of confectionery were carried aroiulrl and each guest helped himself with a sugar scoop; while from first to lust tho red wino ran in streams. They ato until thoy could eat no longer, and when at last tho banquet camo to an end, and all of tho guests had been trundled home in wheelbarrows, being gquito unable to walk, s.lcnco fell upon tho score. But in the night a woeful sound arose within the camp. Thoro was busking and buckling in haste, and riding hard through the darkness, and wild blows and voices crying at the dooro of all the doctors and apothecaries in town. And when tho moruing camo tho camp wore a melancholy, Jaded air. Down 'i2 hung the proud banners wearily, and slow flapped the tent doors dejectedly in tho sullen wiud, and thoro was a prevalent odor of peppermint and paregoric every where. Again the trumpet blared from the casUo wall and the drawbridge rattled down, nnd again the retinue of the don and his daughter swept down the lists. But the lists were empty, and in the whole camp Uierc was no sound nor any person to be seen, save one doleful fellow with a plaster on his nose and a bit of raw beef clapped to a very dismal ojc. And while they wondered therecamofrom afar off, riding, a solitary horseman down the mountain side. Spurring across tho plain, he came up the lists in a cloud of dust, aud smote upon the shield of Don Sautallana Lopez Duke of Tors, with a blow thnt made the audience jump an inch off their seats. "I challenge him to com bat!" cried the stranger, in a ringing voice, atthe sound of which Franccllastarted and clasped her hands. Then the dust cleared away. There upon a fat little donkey sat a stout young fellow in u gaberdine of blue and gold, wearing a white apron tied about his waist. In his hand he bore a broad, strong baker's paddle of ash, from winch fluttered a banderole, and upon this baudcrole, on a blue ground, were blazoned a silver lily and three custard pics rampant. His faco was hidden by a mask. "Trot out your duke!" cried he, impa patiently. "I can't wait here all day. ' Then tho mar&hal ran to the duke's pavilion .crying: "Senor, scnor, they are calling thco on tho lists." "Let 'em call, you noisy dog," bawled the Duke, with his head in a bucket of ice water. "I wouldn't fight, the way I feel, for a billion Lilies or Castile my bead is like to split!" and he groaued dismally. "Oh, that supper!" Then the stranger rode again down Uie lists and struck the shield of the Baron of Baquedeua until it rang like a Chinese goas. But the Baron came not. And the marshal ran the the Baron's tent and beat upon the sill-board, calling: "Scnor, senor, they call thee in the lists!" "Plague on tho lists," groaned tho Baron, who was rubbing his forehead with spirits of camphor, and wore a mustard plaster where it would do the most good. "Plague on the lists, and on you, too! My head spins rouud tike a flying Dutch man. I wouldn't fight Tor the fairest maiden for forty Spalns!" Aud "Oh, that supiter! That supper!" he groaned in bitterness of spirit. Then the stranger smiled a strange, far-away smile, and smote upon the shield of all tho knights wiUiiri that camp, but not a one came forth; for some were groan ing and some were praying, while others were swearing dreadfully; and some Uirew their boots at the marshal's head, and some tied Uiemselves up In piteous knots and wailed for the doctor, and the burden of their wailings was: "That sup per; oh, that supper." At last Uiey came to the Marquis of Se ville, aud lie being an old campaigner and a veteran glutton, had but an attack of dyspepsih. that filled him with a yearn ing to fight a cage of wild cats for pas time. He summoned his two private blacksmitlis and got him into his fight ing clothes; and then with his ponderous lance in rest, he thundered down the lists gritting his teeUi until the shivers ran up aud down his own back. "Who art thou," ho roared, hoarsely, "whodarestme to joust?" "Come and find out," replied the stranger, sweetly, as he took a good grip on his long ashen paddle. Tho Marquis put spurs to his fiery Bteed and dashed upon the stranger liko a thun derbolt. Francella shrieked and hid her eyes. But tho stranger laughed, dug his heels Into his donkey's ribs, dodged liko a -&&?& "I CHALLENGE HIM TO COMBAT." i i : , flash, ducked; under the great beam of the Marquis lance, and, swinging his paddlo in tho air tilliit whizzed again, he spanked tho Marquisl: fiery steed across the flank with such vJgor that the said fiery btced gave one trumendous',plunge and such a wild kick with his hind legs in tho air that tho Marquis 1 went heels overhead in the dirt, where ho Iny with his "-head going around so fast that ho did not know which direction was up. Then the stranger rodo around and poked him gently in the ribs and asked softly: "Fair sir, would you be pleased to have some more of this pleasing game?" " But the Marquis rolled over on his face and crawled away oh his hands and knees as fast as he could, evidently laboring under the imprefesioit that there hnil hecn an earthquake and that the mountains in tho vTcinity were turning handsprings at his expense. Then tho stranger, turning to the great pavilion, cried. "Sir Don, if you have any other able-bodied victims to a delusion that they arc (he only people on earth, pleafeo bring them along!" There was a dead silence. ''Theni don't seem to be any," said l.e, -ironically. "No," replied the Don, looking carefully over tho programme and then about the camp in some chagrin, "there don't." "Then." sa'd th' stranger, "it appear that I am the victor in this tournament . M friii o r Irl ov"" 'U 1 "l and tho winner of tho fair Francella fDo lores." i uon't know." said the Don, looking doubt tully at tho donkey and the baker's paddle, "I have never seen anything like this laid down in the books of chivalric oti quetlof and it doesn't seem quite that is, not exactly or proper, y'know." "Nonsense." cried the stranger; "you know as well as I. sir Don, that 'all is fair in love and war.' " "Yes," s.ild the Don, dubiously, "but this Isn't war.1 "It is love, though," cried the stranger, at which Francella giggled hysterically. "And you can hco for youroelf that love is given the flr3t place Iu the proverb." "Yes," ijMned the Don reluctantlv. "But before we begin talking of love or of giving you my daughter, who are you?" "I," cried the stranger, iu a ringing voice, snatching off his mask as ho hpoke, "am Pedro PoreI" "What," roared the Don, leaping to his feet, crimwn with lury, and drawing his sword half our of Its sheath. "A b.xse-born pic peddler?" "llaec-born?" cried Pedro stoutly. "No, Sir Don my family is as old as j ours, and my ancestry as good." "What?" cried Uie Don "what" being a favorite word of his "do you dare to compare your liuoage with mine?" "Well, I should say I did!" replied Pedro, cooly "I am a direct descendant of Adam and Eve. Dos your family run any further back than that or begin auy higher?" The Don's sword dropped back into its sheath with a clank. H tut his lip "No," said he sourly, "I can't say that it does. But," ho went on, snceringly. "if you are so well born. Sir Fiepeddior, where arc your estates?" "I havo 'none," answered, Pedro, "bat" " l -' "Hat, cafsroot! Pc off, you beggar, you penniless fraud', 'or I'll" "Not so fait, riltDon'cnedredro, quietly, "I may hav no estates of my own, but I am no bcj&ar, nor am I penniless. I hold" i "Hold? I don't, care what you hold!" "Don't be, too sure of Unit, Sir Don," said Pedro, once more, "for what I hold lnippeus to fie a mortgage upon your castle and your lands!" The Don. dropped into his chair as if some one had knocked his legs out from under him. "How how" he gasped, "how did you get it?" "I wab Uie cook who furnished your supper Inst .mght and the mortgage was my pay!" The Don collapsed. "And now, my dear Don," said Pedro, affably, cocking one leg across the pommel of his saddle and locking his hands about his knee, "if you prefer, you may keep j our daughter, in plte of the fart that I lovb her and she loves me, and I will foreclose Uie mortgage to-morrow moruing." "Ohf my dear fellow," cried the Don, changing expression like a Kaleidoscope, "1 was just joking, indeed I was. Tran cella is yours take her. take her, my boy and may you be happy." With a glad cry Pedro leaped from, his donkey's back and sprang to Prancella's side. "Oh, my!" she gasped, ecstaUcally. "Oh, my! Now I can have "all Uie lemon custard pastry Uiat I wantl" And as Pedro conUnned to hold Uie mort gage they lived happily forever after. ALL THE SAME. IT WORKED. A Iliiril-llend,,l Mnn'a IJiperlenee "With iho "Wiiter-Witcli Twig. "I am almost azhnmed to tell it, and peo ple would laugh at mo if my name wero givtn," remarked one of the best-known architects in the city of Louisville, and one who has figured prominently in tho most important of recent b'g improvements, ac cording to the Louisville Courior-Journal. "It is a fact, though," he continued, "and is something I will not undertako toexplain. At one Ume I was engaged to make out tho plans for a large brickyard. All went well until I reached tho subject of water supply. It was supposed that water could bo found m abundance, as it had to be lor brickyard purposes. Every scientific method known was exhausted in locating a water vein. Too much money had been expended on the en terprise to change the site of tho plant. "Iu absolute despair I was walking over the grounds one day, when the old story of the water-witch twig occurred to nie. At first I laughed at the idea, but it took hold of me and I could not get rid of it. I lookod all arouud to be sure that no ono was watch ing and then hunted for a twig. A peach tree fork is tho kind mentioned, but an clm trec fork was all I could find. I cut it so that each fork was about ten inches long. I caught hold of the ends of tho forked stick, one fork in either hand, as one would do in picking up a hay fork by the tines, and held Uiem so that tho butt end assumed nearly, but not quite, a vertical position. After looking once to bo certain that no one could see mo and tell what might havo affected my reputation as an architect, be sides being a good joke, I began to walk 'aboutwhere tho waterwas supposed to be. "The twig did not vibrate any more than would naturally follow the jarring motion from walking, and I began to walk about aimlessly, not watching the twig, for I was thinking seriously and deeply of some reasonable plan, when suddenly my hands jerked as Irthey had come in ' intact with an electric 'jbaltery, and the butt of tho elm fork bid curved over aud downward about as far as it could without breaking Uie prongs. p Iruever wasso surprised in my life. I would' not believe it at first. As long as I remained at that spot the twig bent, and could not be made to stand erect, but when I'moved way a short distance it would straighten up as before. Time and again I walked away and back again before putting faith in the experiment. It con vinced me, however, and I marked tho place. Sure enough, we found a fine sup ply of water, but I never told how the water vein was discovered. 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J. CHENEY & CO., Toledo, Ohio. Sold by Druggists, 75c, 1 tlimM Or CURDS nX HARRISON S. MORRIS. Author or "Christmas Talcs from Round the World," "Madonna, and Other Poems," etc. (Copyright, 1896, by Bachcllcr. Johnson & Hachellcr.) 1. Tho establishment of the Macedou family lifted Hs imposing brown front above the most select street or the city. It was one of a long, soldier-like row ots jch houses which Doru a perpetual attitude of offense toward invaders Irons any less patrician quarter, and which, in doin so, cast amajcsllckind or gloom upon even its own inmates. Of these, besides numerous servants, there were four, two only of whom can at all in terest us. Aliss Alexandra Macedon and her companion. Miss Louise Lovel, bore a strong contrast in their typos of face and lorm, which, you notice, rather brings out the more 6talely qualities of Mies Mace don's face than emphasizes the quietsweet ncss or Miss Lovel's. An ugly companion would never do for Miss Alexandra. Her abundant graces would bo thrown away upon an interior In beauty. She requires "HELLO, HUNTER. a background, and to provide her tlijs the lovely companion, fair where she is dark, had been a year or more chosen from a host or applicants to endure the unniltigable woes of tho office. At our first glimpse into the Mace donian mansion It is night. Dinner is long past, and the quietude which conies into such luxurious places with the first low lighting or the gas pervades the long hall and drawing room. Nosoundisaudiblesavothc faint licking of a digniTied clock in some re mote place beyond the hall door Tills silence is broken presently by the jangle of a lell far off where the clock is, and the movement of feet outside, upon the sandstone steps. A servant opens the hall door, turns up the light, and, going to tho frontdoor, admitsMr. Jackllomer. To tell how Mr. Hornr camo there we must begin at th'J begimiiug. II. On the morning or tho day when Mr. Horner so presented himseir he sat iu his handsome oflice in Wall street, with that steadfast kind or look from tho eyes which a man assumes who has some Tather illusive thing to occupy his thoughts with. One leg was thrown over the arm of his chair and an unoccupied hand was readied, with now and thou a HtUo rat-tat, to his desk. This was not vulgarly rull or papers, lor Mr. Jack, although he profesiod to be in business and lik d to affect a familiarity with stocks, was, m truth, a very rich man, who lived only for the enjoymcut of his special little spt or whims. He musd long this spring afternoon. Tho inonoy market was quiet; so was he. If there had been any noticeable stir aL-road he would have been up nnd about, dropping a word here and a wise look there, capable or almost any interpretation, and making himself felt as a "rar-seeing man or business," tho title he aspired to, among his other fancies. But it was spring, and the softness of the season must needs affect an imaginative man, such as John Homer, to revene and meditatiou. This "HOW HAPPY I AM TO KATE HAD YOU CALL." particular morning he was thinking of a fine house where he had called the night before, and met for the hundredth time that year, thf stately beauty. Miss Macedon. "By Jove," quoth he at last, with an in flection that hinted at something more to come. But tho something more was just what Mr. Jack was trying to settle with himself, and he really did not kuow at that moment whether he felt it truly and absolutely or did not, so ho refrained from uttering it. It would havo been, had it passed his lip3: "By Jove; 1 believe I love that girl." This reeling had been germinating all winter. It had had ballroom, theatrical and conservatory treatmentand was last reach ing, with Mr. Jack at least, a visible state. It was becoming of such bulk, had such a fixed place in hie life that it needed system atic inspection in order that it might be properly classified. Here was he so he ruminated a man of great fortune, at tractive iiyigure, so-so in face, and thirty five. Wlfat a match! he really could not help thinking 60, even to the exclama tion point. He had rather scoffed be fore this at the sort influences or "your senUment, and all that, you know" but what was he to do? He had lost interest in many things which formerly pleased him. Wedlock seemed a pretty good thing for other rscn it could not bj harm fultoo universal for that. "But then, I am so differenUy situated from other men," he muttered to himself. "My situation is unique. No man before mo has had just precisely my habits to break, or my antagonisms to conquer. 1 am, Indeed, I am, unique." Ho unconsciously said this last aloud and it was answered prompUy by a pleas ant voice with "Jack Horner, I swear itl Thou art unique." "Hello, Huuterl" he said, and laughed a little, while Mr. Hunter took a seat and lodged his feet alongside of Mr. Jack's hand on the desk. Their talk was or last night's doings and sayings; a tepid little commentary enough where none or the ingredients were very biUug.inor, in truth, very substan Ual; but then, iu the morning one's diges tion, whether mental or abdominal, is often not exacting, and so these gentle men made remarks in ono or two sjllables 011 many things not dreamt of In our phi losophy, until slleuce overtook them and they relapsed into the reflective state. "I was deuced mortified, though, at Parktnses," says Mr. Hunter. "I went up to tho -door, and had actually rung tho bell, when I found thnt I had not a single visiting card left. I went through with the ceremony there without one, but I didn't call anywhere else. Mighty unpleasant to havo to explain everywhere, you know, soI just turned in and vowed to have some etruck off this morning. Whnt do you ihink of them?" "Humpli," bays Mr. Jack, "quite QXAff-Z&kc it f& 1 &i m m ! WmfoykW fllli vJM like my own. Whcre'd you get 'cm done nt Miller's?" "Yes.'' "So did I." Mr. Jack took out his case, and, draw ing forth a card, handed it to Mr. Hunler, who looked at it and laid it down on tho desk next his own with approbation and a laugh atthe pleasant coincidence. "We shall bo mistaken, Jack, I vow," said he. "Flattery, indeed," said Mr. Jack. Ho privately thought there was not much danger, but the liberty was quite par donable in Hunter, and he let it pass. Then each taking his card from the table, the gentlemen rose ""-and saun tered, talking as they went, out or tho office and down the street. III. The servant who answered tho bell at the Macedon mansion admitted a gen tleman whose air was highly well-bred, but who was a trifle nervous. Taking orr his hot as he entered, the light fell full upon tin features or Mr. Jack Homer and disclosed a feverish kind or smile, as or one who would spare no efforts to please. It was a composite smile; partly nntural, mostly affected; but as the gentleman was making his first call at the house or a lady ror whom he had a certain Fet of indefinable feelings, what wonder if he had grown wimewhat unna tural? The value or first impressions, given or taken, would be vastly more accurate without a smirk, but Mr. Jack was conscious or the Importance or the step he was about to lake, and took it in the conventional way. He presuiitod his card and was conducted to a seat. The servant wasso long away that Mr Jack grew restless In conning over the possibilities and floaUng out on little speculations which ended sometimes at a fireside shared by a limited butbeauU rul family, sometimes beside the chancel rail where he andhe source of his vagaries knelt In devoted union. But at last there was a tread upon the stairs and his heart beat in unison to its light palter as it descended. There was rate iu it, perhaps, for him Very much as a drowning man sees the accumulated acts of his life pass before him In vision, so this gentleman saw during that critical momenta cluster or theencouragementsand perplexities which had hitherto beset his course toward the present consummation The light was low where he sat, and the lady who entered went first to turn it up. This done, she advanced to welcome Uie visitor. "He sat wiUi a face full or hurt surprise, looking at her for an explanation which he felt reluctant to demand She, on her side, was far from fcir-conrident. She was the bearer of somebody else's not wholly white lie, and Uie burden made her timid. She faltered out a greeting aud then said: "You asked for Miss Macedon? I am really very sorry She is not at home -I know sho would be charmed to bee you." Then, arter a considerable pause, during " which Mr. Horner stepped toward his Imt. "Have we not met before? Do you re member the girl who brought Uie milk to your canoe on Uie Hudson. You arter ward came to Uie house and we had a country dance, as you called it, at twilight, in Uie hay rield" P.emember it! Ah, that he did, and asked a hundred questions, which the fair companion of Miss Macedon answered so naively and gently that the two drifted mlo a current or pleasant talk, which so absorbed Mr. Jack that he almost forgot his disappointment. AbovestairsinUiebouseof the Maccdons.in another story of the great browbeating mansion, and in quite another state of mind sat Miss Alexandra, with a novel resting unread in her hands. She had reached that point in the uovel where the obstacles to thematch begin, like the hurdles in a raacc, to lie fixed deliberately across the course of true love. Miss Macedon wasuot in love, but there wasaman in her mind whose characteristics weretlngularly like those of the noble hero in her book. This novel man was nch; 60 was he; was generous, brave anything you like; so was ho; and Miss Macedon's feelings having arrived at thisstatge, there wasonly avcry short step from such f-ublimity across into tho ridiculous iKsunds or that love which the non-elect will chaff jou and harry you vfith a fearlessness quite heroic. Being at this stage or feeling, then, about Mr. Jack Horner, what wonder ir she had refused to receive Mr. Caleb Hunter, her old friend he could be nothing more, she privately thought whose card had Just been brought her? What wonder. Indeed, if she commissioned Miss Lovel, her dutiful attendant, to announce 1-er pleasure to be absent from home to him and to bo w him out? When Miss Lovel ventured to irgc that she did not knowthegcnUeman, she was plausibly instructed that this was an official, not a social, mission, and so, driven by a little direct argument, she undertooklt. But now, wmle the pleasant pastoral talk is exchanged m the drawiug room Miss Macedon herself, all unconscious of the real identity of her visitor, lies back in her ct air dreaming a soft, gaslight dream of things to be. This dream is singularly like the one which had visited Mr. Jack a little before in the lower room. The same culmination of marriage was the result of each, and much the same conditions prevailed in hers as in his. Truth to say, these two people were in the dim neutral lighted epacc between definite purpose and vacillation a step beyond mere indecision which is the lot of all who are smitten by the fickle charm. Mies Macedon's meditations were grown very complacent. A delicious feel ing of imaginative substantially such a3 a day dreamer sometimes cheats huiiselC into a belief of had taken possession of her and made her forgttful of her com panion and the mission of diplomacy which she had ventured on. Tho door opened now, arter a slight knock, and a servant entered with a card. Miss Macedon did not at first notice the intrusion. She was determined to follow up the winding passages of her reverie to the last limit, and quite ignored, though not unconscious of, the bearer of another card. At last, reaching outi a lauguid hand, without turning her eyes aside, she took the card and musingly scanned it as if she read, hut did jiot heed, its name. But on a tudden she arose and asked a hurried question or two. Mr. Horner! Was he 211 the drawing room with the oUier? How provoking! Had ho spoken to Mr. Hunter? The ser vant did not know Mr. Hunter. It sho meant the other gentleman, who was talking to Miss Lovel so long, yes. But the gentleman was too occupied and did not say much. "Humph!" says Miss Alexandra, and bids the girl to go. When the door had closed she hurried to dress, thinking all the time violently, now accusing herself Tor the misstep she had made, now determining boldly to carry herself through the dilemma and face Mr. Hunter with a serene eTfrontery or even deny that Miss Lovel had been told to say she was not at home, and throw the odium on her. Was sho not a mere waiting-maid, indeed? What harm could ccme of it ir she were thought to have blundered, or even made up the story of her mistress' absence? She should have am ple recompense in another way. Yes she stood with her hands lifted in arrang ing her hair, and musingly looked at her self in the flass yet, suppose Mr. Horner should hear the story! He could not help rdolug so, seated as he was in the same room. Would he not think ill of her? He must at once divine the truth of the matter. He was a man of great keen nessso she Uiought and would penetrate to the core of it immt'diately. Would there not be embarrassment for her in this? Here Miss Macedon sat down to think the whole tiling out again. She re mained seated a long time for a young lady whose guest waits her, but when she arose at last there was a decision about her burned movements which indicated her to be mistress of the situation. She had re solved to race Mr. Hunter and Ignore the companion. Sweeping downstairs then, with no trace of the late indecision in her countenance, but with radiant smiles in stead, she at last stepped brightly Into the drawing-room, passed rapidly by the two talking so. earnestly together, ajid ap proached the waiting visitor. "How happy I am to have you call, Mr. Horner. Pray pardon me for keeping you, I" "Ha! ha! ha!" cries Mr. Hunter. "A slight mistake! Very flattering, very flattering; but I think Mr. Horner is rather interested elsewhere!" With this Mr. Hunter pointed toward the ARE WE DEGENERATING? This subject has attracted much atten tion amoug specialists on nervous dUeascs since Dr. Nordou's book on the subject rirat appeared. While the discussion may present two sides, the affirmative is cer tainly able to present a strong case. A. distinguished neuralgist, in speaking on Uie subject recently, said: "Degeneration, as we are considering the term, means a variation from the average type of the race, Uie variation containing with it a tendency to sterility an dcxtinction of the family " Surelyouryoungmenand women are more nervous, more neuroUc, more neurasUienic Uian in Uie olden Ume. Vices, follies, ignorance, allied with evil associations, lead our young men into hab its that end in sleeplessness, nervousness, loss or appetlle. These in turn increase Uie derangement until it Is impossible for the weakened individual ti withstand dis ease germs It is thus that Uie shattered constitution becomes an easy prey to scror nla, consumption, kidney disorders, and all the lire-destroying diseases by which we are constantly menaced Dr. R. A. Walker, at his well-known sanitarium, 1411 Pennsylvania avenje northwest, is every day proving that all this can be obviated. When U10 nerves be come weak and the alarm is sounded you know there Is something wrong. Every pain you have, every hour of restlessO'isa at night, evciy hour or drowsiness oy day, means that something is wrong. What to do? Uiat is Uie question. Consult Dr. Walker before Uie graver disorders de viiop AH weak men need such remedies as he employs. And do not understand Uiat the word "remedy" means only medicine He ui-es all Uie modern forms of eleciricity. foradism, staucism, galvanism, Uie elec tive search-light, and cautery. He draws his remedial agents from the vegetable, animal, and mineral kingdoms. By using this course or treatment as ap plied to the individual cases many who aro now making a failure or life can be en dowed with that strength, manly vigor, and magnetism so essential to success. Men who arc not exactly sick, but who are run down, weak, and tired, debilitated, with loss, of appetite, dull feeling about "the heed, buzzing in the ears, bad nights and unrefreshed mornings, all can be quickly relieved and cured by Dr. Walker The women of our land, mothers of the coming generation, whose interest in ev erything is gone, who can scarcely arouse herself, yet at times is so nervous that she could "fly," all such are in need of a spe cialist's care. Female weakness wdl sure ly appear in the form of irregularities, ex hausting drains, discharges, displacements, pain, boanng-down sensation, leading to nervous and physical prostration. Dr Walker's work among this unfortunate class has been notable. lie can be con sulted at his office every day. If you are run down in health or feel that you are out of order m any way, bear In mind that Dr. Walker cures safely and permanently all disorders or the brain and nervous system, diseases or the skin and blood, atarrh, asthma -consumption, ma laria, dyspepsia, rheumatism, neuralgia, hemorrhoids, diseases of women, lots of vitality, sexual weakness, and all affec tions of tho lungs, throat, heart, liver, stomach, kidneys, bladder, bowels and other organs. Young or middle-aged men suffering; from the effects of their own follies, viies, or excesses or men contemplating mar riage who are conscious of any impedi ment or diaiuabflcation, or those who feel tneir youthful power and vigor declining-, should consult Dr. Walker, who has been the means of restoring hundreds of such, unfortunates to health . strength and Lap plness. Dr. Walker may be consulted free of charge, personally or by letter. His well known sanitarium, at 1411 Pennsylvania avenue, adjoining Willard's Hotel, is open daily for consultation and treatment. Of fice hours, 10 a. m to 5 p m.; Wedneauay and Saturday evenings, 7 to S; Sundays, 10 to 12. Charges for treatment very low. All interviews and correspondence sa credly confidential. No cases made pubiio wtibout consent of patients. side of the room where Miss Lovel and the first called were conversing. Lo. k. in that direction Miss Macedon became confused. Theservant'saccoaotwaswr ng then? She turned smilingly to Mr H rner and greeted him with marked sweetness, at the same tame looking just a shadt. of reproof at the atteadanc Mr. Horner arose with dignity as she spr ke. He was surprised and deepiy hurt. Tfo anient feeling with which he had ent red the house had already been partly turned into a new channel by the unaffected love liness of bis entertainer. He had somn w undergone a change, and even if tt'is af front tbte pretense or absence from home had been spared him, yet he could not have met Misa Macedon with the intense de right such a meeting would have given lam half an hourago. But, for all that, hissnse or the unpardonable mortification he was made to suffer was none the less keen He stood for a moment and looked at his tost ess coldly, then, turning to Miss Love!, he bowed and slowly said. "Miss Lovel, I am greatly indebted to you for depriving me or the company of my hostess. My visit to you has been most agreeable. I brg that we may meet ag-un." And with this aud a very grand tread Mr. Jak Horner, incensed beyond measure, took his hat and departed. The three occupants ot the room were silent after the door closed for some sec onds. At last Jlr. Hunter said. "Miss Macedon, will you let me see the card yon have in your hand?" She showed it to him. "Ha! ha!" he exclaimed. "I thought so. Here is the key to the plot. Jack Hor ner and 1 unconsciously changed cards this morning, and this is the first till since. We have each presented the tip card, which, as fate decreed, bore Uie name of the other fellow. 1 teg to bid adieu, ill ss Macedon. 1 find I have es caped my fate at Uie expense of my good friend. Jack. We must all play our curds most adroitly hereafter." SOUNDS ftADE BY ANTS. Evidently CnuMed by KnUbiug Portions of tlio IJorty Together. That ants are capabla or producing sounds intelligible to their fellows and even audible to ou r ears seems to bo proved by the exper iments of Sir John Lubbock, Landois, Rob ert Wroughton, of Bombay, C. Janet, Forel, E. Warsmann, and others, says Pop ular Science Monthly. It also sterna to be determined that the sounds are pro duced by rubbing together of superficial portions of the body. A simple yet in genious contrivance is described for en abling an observer to hear and study thse sounds. A glass funnel is set, email end down, in the middle of a square of witduw glass of five or six inches in width, fit ting closely enough to prevent the in sects crawling out under It. A bunch of antsaboutaslargeasacN'st nut, and free from any foreign subbt..t, is dropped through the funnel and tit t is lifted up at once. While the ants are still confused, and before any of tb-ro. can reach the edge of the glass, it is cov ered with another square like it, which has been surrounded a short distance from its edge by a pad of putty. This confines the ants, and prevents their being crushed. The two plates of glass are pressed to gether to about the thickness of an ant's body, but closer 011 one side than the other, so as to hold some tight and have others free to take such positions as please them. On applying this box of ants to Uie ear as one would a watch a regular buzzing; may heard, like Uiat of water boiln.g in an open vessel, and with it some very clear stridulation3. The ants may be kept alive several hours and even days In this prison, if it is not air-tight, and whenever the ants are excited the stridJla tlons may be heard very numerous and in tense. The stridulations are supposed to be produced by rubbing the rough, scaly surface of the chitinous covering, which I3 described as looking, when seen in one direction under the microscope, like tha teeth of a saw. ... 6Jga-3!A. - . nrriafeaate,.