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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
The new church of St. Lawrence,
Price's Hill, Cincinnati, Ohio, will cost
The Rev. Mgr. Colin has been re
elected Superior of the Sulpicians of
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
The Catholic schools of Macon, Ga.,
are supported by the public school au
thorities and taught by the Sisters of
Two orphans of the Lite Louis Riel
are to be adopted by Mgr. Taclie, of St.
Boniface, and he will attend to their
The now chapel of the Ursulines at
St. Martin's, Brown county, O., was
dedicated ou June 22 with impressive
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
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
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.
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
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
"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
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.
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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
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
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
'•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
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
"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
'•Why, Myrtil! serve the Maderia to the
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
"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
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
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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
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
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
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*
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.
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Fergus Falls, Moorhcail, Fargo, Grand Forks,]
Devil's Lake, Larimore, Necbe 8:30 pm
a m, 1J.:30 a m, 12:30 TO, I :'30 m, 2:K0 in, 2 40 in, :i:30 m, 4:00 tn, 4:30 m, fi:30 m, 5:35
m,*(5:lo m, 6:30 us, 7 30 TO, 8:00 m, 8:S0 m, ?10:C0 m, 11:15 m, 11:30 ra.
LEAVE MINNEAPOLIS—2:30 M, 6:30 AM, 7:00 RIU, ?:20am, 7:30 M, M, 8:30 AM
9:80 am, 10:80 a m, 11:S0 a ra, 11:50 a m, 12:00 in, 12:20 m, 1:00 in. :39 pin, 2:30 rn, 3:30 pm
4:30 m, 5:30 ra, "5:45 m, 6:30 m, *6:45 m, *7:50 tn, 3:10 mj 10:30 pin.
All trains aaily except as follows--*I)aily except Sunday. iSunday only.
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*7:80 am| 8:05 amj *7:.«rp mj cl&j jVra
8:55 a *ti:lo 5:40 an
3:05 pmi *13:00 a in.
4:05 pmj *30:56 a ini 10:20 a ir
8:05 pmj
0:55 a
6:K5 a
9:10 pmi
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in. 9:00 a m, 10:80

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