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OATHOLIO NEWS. A new $70,000 church will be built at Aviston, 111. Kansas City's $80,000 cathedral has been completed. A new Catholic school will be built in Corning, O., in September. Castleton, N. Y., contemplates the erection of a new Catholic church. The new Catholic school at Albany, Oregon, will be ready for use in Sep tember. The new church of St. Lawrence, Price's Hill, Cincinnati, Ohio, will cost $55,000. The Rev. Mgr. Colin has been re elected Superior of the Sulpicians of Canada. A new church under the patrouage of St. Patrick is about to be erected at Maysville, Ky. A new cathedral for the Diocese of Charlottetown, P. E. I., will be com menced soon. The establishment of a hospital at Des Moines, la., is being talked of by the Sisters of Mercy. JBishop Cosgrove laid the corner-stone of a new Catholic church at Fort Madi son, Iowa, recently. The erection of a large and commodi ous convent for the. Sisters of Mercy, at Calais, Me., has just been finished. The foundation-stone of the O'Con nell Memorial Church at Cahirciveen, County Kerry, Ireland, will be laid on August (». The Catholic diocese of Ottawa, Ont., has been created an archbishopric, with Bishop Duhamel as the first Arch bishop. The Catholic schools of Macon, Ga., are supported by the public school au thorities and taught by the Sisters of Mercy. Two orphans of the Lite Louis Riel are to be adopted by Mgr. Taclie, of St. Boniface, and he will attend to their education. The now chapel of the Ursulines at St. Martin's, Brown county, O., was dedicated ou June 22 with impressive ceremonies. Father Egan, late rector of St. Rose's, Kentucky, has been appointed Superior of the new Dominican establishment at Kansas City, Mo. C.u Sunday, June 20, St. Dominick/s new church at Parsons, Pa., was dedi cated by the Rt. Rev. Bishop O'Hara, of Serin ton, Pa. A handsome new church is to be erected in Brooklyn, N. Y., by the Kev. E. W. McCarthy, of St. Augus tine's clmreh in that city. Mr, J. Karst, of Stillwater, Minn., has presented a handsome altar to St. jV'ichaoFs chuich of that city. It will be dedicated to St. Joseph. Arrangements are being made in Utica, N. Y., for the erection of a hand some monument over the grave of the Rev. Father Daly, late pastor of St. John's church in that city. Father Stephan, President of the Catholic Bureau of Indian Missions, has established a new school at Bern allilo, New Mexico, which will be opened in September. St. Patrick's church, Louisville, Ky., was solemnly consecrated on Sun day, June 20, by the fit. Rev.. Bishop McCloskey, just 25 years after the lay ing of the corner-stone. The archbishops and bishops of the Catholic province of Milwaukee have issued a pastoral letter, in which it is announced that each Catholic,parish roust have its parochial school. Father Camilio Mazxolla, who has been made a Cardinal by the Pope, was once Prefect of Studies at Woodstock, Md.. and while there author ot' roost remarkable theological volumes. The Sioux Chief, Fintan Mantogua, a nephew of Sitting Bull, whom the Rt. Rev, Bishop Marty, of Dakota, had sent to St. Mornard's, Ind., to be edu cated for the priesthood, died recently after a lingering illness. The Montreal City Council on June 14 passed a resolution congratulating Cardinal Taschereau and Archbishop Fabre, the former on bis elevation to the Cardinalate and the latter on being the first Archbishop of Montreal. Cardinal Moran, of Sydney, Austra lia,some time ago procured at Boulogne a relic of St. Brigid -a part of a finger —which, on the feast day of the Saint, is annually exposed in the Sydney Ca thedral for the veneration of the faith ful. The body of the late Orestes A. Brownson was, on June 16, removed from Detroit, Mich., to the chapel of the Theological College of Notre Dame at South Bend, Ind., which has been named after him and dedicated to his .memory. It is now stated that the Bishop for the new diocese of Syracuse, N. Y.,will not be appointed by the Pope until the next consistory, which will be held in July. The three names which were sent to the Pope in April by the Bis hops of the province of New York were Mensignor Farley, of St. Gabriel's Church, New York, the Rev. John Walsh, pastor of the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception, Albany, and Ithe Rev. James N. Ludaen, Vicar-Gen eral of the diocese of Albany. )Mk BemuCnnd. They ware going to whip a buhi at the public post at Glendale, Vrf., and three or four of us rode from Malvern Hill battle field to see the operation. The culprit was a burly big negro, and the audience, num bering 500, wa3 largly composed of blacks. When we reached the scene the man was already triced up. They had his wrists lashed to a crossbar and he was trying hard to work his courage up to meet his fate like a white man. "Hi! dab, Moses—doan' you wish you hadn't?" queried one of the crowd. "Nigger, you go'long!" "I'll bet he'll squirm like an eel." "An' you'll h'ar him hollar a mile away." He answered most of them gruffly but one could see that he was "rattled." When the official finally appeared, strap in hand, Moses broke down and began to beg. Not one black person in all that whole crowd seemed to pity him. Indeed, his own wife pushed into the front rank, her face covered with a grin, and palled out "I dun tole ye, ole man! itecken d«y am gwine to tickle ye all over!" The official laid cm the strap and count ed out one—two—three—and so on, in a loud tone of voice, and when he had reached thirty-nine oid Mose was the worse licked darkey in Virginia. After the third blow he yelled and whooped and prayed and begged, and his wife sat down on the ground and waved her arms around and shouted "Jist you harken to him! He hain't got no mo' grit dan a boy fo' y'ars ole!" After the licking one of our party in quired of Moses how he felt. "I feel dat all de bad has all gone outer me pah." "And you won't steal again?" "No, sah. If you should lay a millyun dollars down dar in de road dia c'hila wouldn't nebber tech it. 'No, sah. He'd jump de fence an' make a brealr for de woodsl" "This will be a warning to you." "Yes, sah. From dis time out I ain't gwine to do nufiin' but git up camp meetin's and show dese yere niggs deers path to glory!"—fDetroit Free Press. A Lion in a Locomotive Car. The engineer and fireman of the train from the South .had an extensive scare to day. John Else is the engineer and Joe Davis is his assistant. The train was run ning along at a forty-mile-an-hour gait rounding the curve near the cliff3 below Silver Bow. Else was as usual at his post and it was growing dusk when he noticed a dark object spring upon the cow-catcher. He naturally whistled "down brakes," but as there was no disturbance he concluded that it was a rock or a lump of dirt that had been in some peculiar way thrown on and off, and the train resumed its ordi nary speed. About this time Davis had occasion to go out on the footboard and oil some of the machinery, but before he had completed the job he rushed back into the cab, more dead than alive. The dark object that Else had seen spring on to the cow-catcher proved to have been a full-sized mountain lion. How it obtained a footing in its perilous position will never be known, but it is certain that it clambered from the cow-catcher and reached the footboard just as Davis was finishing his oiling. As soon as he saw the ugly object the man naturally retreated to the cab, to which point he was followed by the beast. The pair entered the cab together, Davis speechless and the lion growling. John Else is a man of nerve and expedients. He took, in the situation in a second. He had no weapon, but as quick as thought he opened the valve and there was a piercing shriek from the whistle. The scheme proved a good one. The ani mal was then mora frightened than tho men, and he took a headlong plunge from the cab. Singular to relate, in the jump he fell headforemost and his neck was broken by the fall. After the train had been brought in, Else and a party took teams and went in search of the brute and found him. The carcass was brought to the city and found to weigh 300 pounds (Butte City, Montana, Corre spondent. The Pirate Bride. Not the least interesting of the stories of woman at sea, says the New York Sun, are the tales of the female pirates. Some of them are historioal as well as romantic. Alwilda, the daughter of Sypardus, a Gothic king, was betrothed by her father to Alf, the heir to the throne of Denmark. The proposed marriage was so disagreeable to Alwilda that she gathered a troup of young Amazons, dressed them in the garb of sailors, left her home, and put to sea as a viking. She was exceedingly courage ous and successful. Finally she one day found a crew of pirates who were bewail ing the loss of their commander. She proposed that they sail under her com mand. The men were pleased with her bearing, and readily accepted. With this increase of forces she became a terrcr to the coast and rapidly increased her fleet and the number of her sailors. It finally became necessary to extermin ate this new band of pirates under an un known and handsome commander, and Alf, the rejected lover, was placed in com mandjof the naval fleet that was ordered to search for her. The two fleets met in tho Gulf of Finland.. Alwilda laid her ship alongside the admiral's, and in the battle that ensued half of her crew was killed outright, and she was overpowered by the admiral himself. She wore a casque over her head, and was not recognized until she had been disarmed and the casque was removed. The astonishment of he pros pective king was great when he saw the runaway giri. His valor iu action had meantime WOE the respect of the fair pirate, and she married the man who con quered her. Mr* Harrli's I«ife„ Joel C. Harris, the famous humorist of the Atlanta (Ga.) Constitution, has had a strangely romantic career. His father was a missionary, and it was at the small town of Boog-hia, ou the southern coast of Africa that Joel was born. He was edu cated by his father, and is a profound San scrit scholar, beside being thoroughly versed in Hebraic and Buddhist literature. Just before the Civil "War he emigrated to America, and taught school in a village near Lake Teeteelootchkee, Fia. There he fell in love with Sallie O. Curtis, daugh ter of a wealthy planter, and soon was en gaged by Colonel Curtis as a private tutor. The parents made no objection to their daughter's choice of a husband, but the war came on before the marriage could take place, and so Colonel Curtis and Mr. Harris wept away to the war. The Colo nel lost all his property during the strife, and at the battle of Columbia, S. C., a grapeshot tore his legs into shreds. When the war closed Miss Sallie died of yellow fever, and Mr. Harris became the support and comfort of the maimed sire of his dead sweetheart. The two yet live together in a vine-covered cottage near Atlanta. Mr. Harris is hardly forty years of age, but his snow-white hair tells the sorrows of his life. He is noted for his generosity, his amiability and his tenderness. Subscribe for the Irish Standard. BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE. For two weeks I had been in a Creole colony. Fifty dollars a month I was offered for my services, and as I had not an acquaintance in the country, I gladly accepted. That would bring me food, clothing and shelter—more than I had been able to obtain in dear France. My two pupils, M. Rabut assured me, were well-behaved children. The girl was just 15, already a young lady, and the 10-year old boy was equally apt at study. Aftei all, I was only required to give Ave hours a day to teaching. The rest of my time wae altogether my own, to be devoted to elthei work or sleep as I pleased. It was a threatening day in April—well I remember it—when I started out to walls to the great house where I was to earn my biead. As I walked on I began to dream. What future did this new land hold in re serve for- me? I had not come to it with any idea of making a fortune—although a young man of 25 1 had acquired common sense enough to save me from such illus ions—but only to earn a good living and lay up enough to enable me, when an old man, to return to France and sleep at last under the shadow of my own village spire. Soon 1 caught sight of the lofty chimuey of the sugar mill—then the house itself, buried in a thick grove of mango trees, and, as I feared being late, I quickened my step. Under the veranda, already crowded, I saw people running back and forward—running, and no one noticed me as I ascended the front steps except a big, fat negress, crouching at the entrance, who sobbed and cried with renewed despair at my coming. There on the sofa, at full length, lay a young girl—almost a child. Her long, bright hair, all streaming with water, fell over the back of the sofa, and had dripped upon the veranda until a little pool had formed upon the flags. She was whiter than a piece of marble the violets of death were on her compressed lips her lifeless arms lay rigidly straight', by her side, and M. Rabut on his knees beside her, was kissing one oi her hands. "Drowned, my dear sir she got drowned," said a good old lady of about 60 years of age, who came to me, holding out her hand in the friendliest manner imagin able. "But you have walked here," she continued "you must be tired. Of course you will take something. Myrtil!" ''Mamma! Oh, mamma!" exclaimed M. Rabut raising his head. ''You see," he said to me with a sob, "you see she was out bathing the river suddenly rose and His head fell forward again over tha little white hand to which his lips clung. "Myrtil! Myrtil!" again cried the old lady, "bring a glass of Maderia to the gentleman. Or perhaps you would prefer something else?" I questioned the family. The girl had not been twenty minutes under water. And yc-t. they liad done nothing—had not even tried to do anything. I gave niy orders briefly—they were obeyed. They had lam her on her back. I lifted her head so that it leaned sideways on the left. Her teeth were clenched. How cold her lips seemed when I pressed my own upon them! The poor father, senseless with grief, allowed us to do as Ave thought best, and the grandmother walked hur riedly too and fro, busy, fussy, always calling Myrtil, and declaring "the break fast will never be ready, and hero are all the people coming!" Half an hour had passed. What! was not that a flush we saw mounting to the colorless cheeks? Oh, how fervent a prayer was uttered at that moment to the good God! And it seemed to me the arm 1 held had become less rigid. At that moment a horseman came up at a full galop. '•Myrtil! Myrtil! take the doctor's horse U-. the stable," cried the good lady, de scending the steps to meet the physician.' "A'i. doctor, 1" knew it! Your powder could not do me any good. Tho whole night, doctor, I was in pain. Ah! how badly slept!" The doctor came directly to ua. '•Good! young mani—very good, indeed!. That is just, what should have been done. "Come, come!" he cried 5n a joyous tone, after a few moment: had passed, "We are all right now—we shall get off with nothing worse than a fright. Why, you old coward, have I not already told you so? Here, let me see a happier face on you." And he gave M. Rabut a. vig orous slap on the shoulder. Then suddenly turning to me he asked. "But you—where are you from? I don't remember ever seeing you here before." "I came from Brittany, doctor, by way of Paris and Port Louis." "Look!—look!" he had already turned his back upon me—she is opening her eyes!" M. Rabut had seized my hand and dragged ine to the sofa. She opened her eyes. They were blue— the eyes I always liked best. "Helene! my own Helene!" murmured the poor father, stooping to .kiss her fore head. "Gentle! yon!" exclaimed the doctor, pulling him back. "Let her have air, if you please." M. Rabut drew back without letting go my hand. Myrtil returned from the stable. •'Myrtil! Myrtil!—well, how about that breakfast? Is it going to be ready to-day or to-morrow?" "Ma foi! I'm ready for it!" cried the doctor. That galop gave me a ferocious appetite." '•Why, Myrtil! serve the Maderia to the gentlemen." This time Myrtil obeyed. It was 1- in the afternoon when I left my pavillion to return to the house. M. Rabut came to look for me on the veranda. "Come," he said, you can see her now." He brought me close to her bed. Her dear blue eyes still had dark circles about them but the blood was circulating under the elear skin, for she blushed at my approach. "This is he, my Helene if it han't been for him and his voice choked. "Don't fret any more, papa. I am only sorry about my locket. Do you think they will ever be able to find it?" The locket contained her mother's hair. It was barely daylight when I reached the river. The negro who had taken her out of the water had shown me the even ing before the precise spot where the cur rent had carried her away, and also the place where he had found her—about fifty yards farther down. It was a great narrow oasin, shut in by great jamroses. whose turfted branches met above and stretched from one bank to the other. The pale light, flickering through the leaves, made gleams here and there upon the water like the reflection of molten lead beyond the darkn'ess was complete it looked perfectly black there. I dived and brought up three fiat pebbles! But breakfast would not be ready until 10 o'clock I had plenty, of time. By 8 o'clock the bottom of the basin had no mysteries for me. There was not a sinsle c*botflsh that I had vnt disturbed Subscribe for The Irish Standard. beneath his rock—not a single camaroa that I had not .compelled to crfiwl back* ward into his hole.' But the locket was not there—accordingly it must be farther down. I left the basin and followed the course of the stream—interrogating all the roots, exploring all the boulders, questioning every turf of grass. I was about to pass on when I saw a thin silk string caught upon the root of a wild strawberry plant, wriggicg serpent-like in the current I seized it—It was the locket. She wonld not come down to breakfast, but Mr. Rabut told me she would certainly come to dinner. She was still a little weak but that was all. Man is a selfish creature the medallion remained in my pocket. While they were laying the table that evening I stole into the dining-room. When her faither had led her to her seat, and she unfolded her napkin, she found a little box in it. "What is this Another' of your at tempts to spoil me, papa But, the astonished look of M. Rabut must have convinced her more than the denial. She opened the little box. "My locket! my locket!" she cried, put ting it to her lips and kissing it over and over again. I watched every kiss—I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Finally her eyes met my own—she under stood. But the little imperious beauty didn't even my "Thank you." And the long and short of it Is, dear sir, that I never gave Helene, who became my wife, a single lesson. Ah, yea, parbleau! I taught her how to swim. A Clever Conjurer. Robert Houdiu used to tell this story about himself: One evening during a per formance I had borrowed a hat to make an omelette in. Those who have seen the trick are aware that it is chiefly intended to produce a laugh, and that the object borrowed runs no risk. I had got through the first part excellently, consisting in breaking the eggs, beating them, throwing in the salt and pepper, and pouring it ali into the hat. After this I had to feign the frying of the omelette. I placed the candle on the ground, then, holding the hat sufficiently high above it to escape the flame, I began turning it gently round, while making some of the stereotyped jokes adapted to the trick. The public laughed so heartily and so loudly that I could scarce hear myself speak but I could not suspcct the cause of their hilar ity.. Unfortunately, I detected it too soon. A strong scent of burning made me turn my eyes on the candle—it had gone out. I looked at the hat, the crown was quite burned and stained. I had kept on turning the hat round un suspectingly until I at length put it on the top of the candle and covered it with grease. Quite dazed by the sight I stopped, not knowing how to escape. Fortunately for me, my alarm, though so truthful, was regarded as a well played farce, to heighten the effect of the performance. My only chance was to gain time, so I continued the trick, with a tolerably easy air, and produced to the public a splendidly cooked omelette, which I had enough courage left to Rea son with a few jokes. Still that quarter of an hour of which Rabelais speaks had arrived. I must restore tho hat and publicly confess myself a clumsy block head. I resigned myself to this, and was going-to do so with all the dignity I could muster when I heard Antonio call me from the side. His voice restored my courage, tor I felt assured he had prepared some way for my escape. I went, up to him and fouud him standing with a hat in his hand. "Look here," he said, exchanging it for the one I held "it is yours. But no matter keep a good face. Rub it as if you were re moving the stains, and, handing it to the owner, ask him gently to read what is on the bottom." did as he told me and the owner of the burnt hat, after receiving mine, wits going to betray me, when I pointed to the note fastened in the crown. It ran as follows: "An act of careless ness caused me to commit a fault, which I will repair. To morrow I will do myself the honor of asking your hatter's ad dress. In the meantime, be kind enough to act as an accomplice." My request was granted, for my secret was honestly kept, and my professional honor saved. Tho JPenslan MISKJOH. The work of the missionaries in Persisis among the native Christians and Jews. The time for direct attempts to convert Mohammedans to Christianity has not yet come, and must necessarily be postponed until the abolition of the death penalty tor conversion to Christianity. Were the missionaries to make a serious attempt to proselyte Mohammedans in Persia, they would themselves be in great danger of being mobbed and massacred, and would certainly be required to leave the country. The American missionaries had now been laboring in Persia for over 50 years. There are captious people who ask: "Well, how inany converts have they made? Wouldn't they do more by staying at home? Although this is not c. strictly fair way to judge of the value and results of missionary effort, yet I have no hesitation in affirming that the missionaries in Persia have made the same number of converts as an equal number of clrrgymen settled in towns of the United States during the same period. But, even if they had been less successful in this respect, it would be no prejudice or argument against the necessity and importance of missions. Years are required for breaking ground, for acquiring the language, for translating the Eible and other devotional works, and for establishing schools. Men do not reason about other great movements as they do about missions. Is it fair, is it just, is it sensible to make an exception in this case? American missions in Persia are a slow, but a mighty and enduring influence.—[Elx- Minister Benjamin in th* Independent. Not a Horse-Jockey. It is related of General 3. J. Anderson, the collector of customs at Portland, Me., that he was approached once by a man who wished to swap horses with him. The general thought he would trade, but the other man's horse was better than his and he did not know how much boot to offer. So he asked an acquaintance who is a well-informed horse-man, to see the horses, and tell him how much difference there might be. The friend reported that the other man's horse was worth $50 more than the general's. "But," said he, "as he is anxious to swap, I think he'll take t30 or $40 to boot if you offer it to him." ••I shan't do any such thing," said the general "If his horse is worth $50 mora than mine, as you say, Til give it to him, Pll be if I'm going to make a horse jockey of myself." He gave the man 650 to boot. He Did ot Conrae. "Keep it dark!" as a Burlington girl remarked when her lover turned down the gaa and kissed, her. Subscribe for The Irish Standard. EIGHT teBf-XXV:i(KX* ST. PAUL AND MINNEAPOLIS 8HOBT LINE. 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