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THJE AKGUB. THUKSDAYM JUSTE 4 1891.
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Correspondence eoliclted from every township
In Rock Inland connty.
ThTJESDAY, JCHE 4. '1891.
The time of the sweet Rirl graduate is
upon us, to also that of the proud young
Senator Quay denies that be is on bad
terms with Harrison. So much the worse
for Harrison, rightly remarks the Peoria
Ex-President Hates is not in good
health, and within the last few years has
grown old perceptibly. His hair and
board are almost white.
How about the Moline avenue pave
ment? If the contractors are to begin
next Monday tbey are rather slew abjut
getting their material on the ground.
Ballixgtox Booth and Mrs. Booth
are about to start on a 9.000 mile journej
through the country to inspect the vari
ous branches of the Salvation Army.
Maybe after all Harrison was their ad
Iowa comes to the front with " the
toughest girl. She is beautiful in f ice and
form, and sweet sixteen. But she is a
burglar, counterfeiter, thief, hotel beat,
and would-be murJerees. At present she
is corralled at Carroll.
Rev. PniLLirs Brooks, bishop-elect,
of Massachusetts, about whom there is so
much interest in the Episcopal church
now, is descended from a line of clergy
men, one of them being Rev. John Cot
ton. And when he was in England in
1S62 he preached in the pulpit of his an
cestor, John Cotton, in old Boston.
Edison has invented a new machine
which he calls the ' kinetocraph." It is
a combination of the phonograph with the
camera, and it will not only produce
sound, but a picture of what passes be
fore it. Mr. Edison claims that it will
reproduce an opera. The phonograph
will render the music and the photo
graphic apparatus reproduce the perfor
mers so that their presence on the stage
will be depicted, every muscle of their
faces true to nature. In otber words,
the camera will give a continuous picture
of a singer on the stage for say 30
minutes, all his motions and gestures,
while its ally, the phonograph, will re
cord every note be utters. The new ma
chine is yet imperfect, but the inventor
expects to make it a complete success.
Ecrlisoton Gazette: List week
Congressman Seerley wrote to the whole
sale dry goods firm of J. II . Walker &
Co., Chicago, for information concerning
the eject of the tariff, on linens and drers
goods such as are used every day in al
most every American household. Here
is the reply he received:
Chicago. May 27. 1S91 John J Seer
ley, Burlington, Iowa Dear St: In re
ply to your letter of the 20ih, wishing to
be informed about the price of linens,
dress goods, and so on, as effected by
the tariff, the increase is from 10 per
cent, lowest, to 25 per cent, highest, on
the lines mentioned, including otber sim
ilar goods.' Yours tiuly.
J. H. Walker & Co.
J. H. Walker & Co. isn't a political
firm. It is a business bouse conducted
on business principles. Its word is to
be relied upon. The people will hve
no difficulty in deciding as between its
veracity and that of the high tx press.
In other words the people will believe
that tbe tariff bas raised prices.
Simple Health exercises.
At a recent meeting of a woman's club,
where a paper on "Exercise and Gymnas
tics" 4iad been read and discussed, one of
tbe members gave her fellow members the
benefit of an experience of her own. It
was ber habit, she said, when walking, to
take as few inhalations as possible and
hold them to tbe last second. "I draw a
deep breath, walking very rapidly when 1
have filled m; lungs, and I do not take an
other until I bare reached a certain point
in tbe block. By practice I am able to get
on with perhaps three inhalations through
a long block. The-esnlt is exactly as if I
had been running bard. My blood tingles
all over me, and I seem to have brought
every nerve and muscle into active play.
In this way a bhort walk, if only to tbe
elevated station or to catch a car a block
away, gives me a great deal of condensed
A second member of tbe club supple
mented this with the case of a well known
physician, who told her that he made a
practice invariably to bold his breath when
crossing a street. He had become so ad
dicted to the habit now that be did it in
stinctively, filling his lungs involuntarily as
he stepped on a crosswalk. Some months
of this practice had notioeably expanded
his chest measure. Her Point of View in
New York Times.
Liquid Polish for Silver, Etc.
Four parts of washed pipe clay and one
of purified tartar, intimately mixed and
made into a liquid by adding water, is a
formula for a polish for silverware and
plate glass given by the Horological He
view, which adds: Tbe best agents for clean
ins silverware are all substances which
come under the head of carbonates of lime,
such as precipitated, not prepared, chalk,
burned hartshorn, etc. Precipitated chalk
when in an impalpable powded mixed with
water will make a fluid which will Instantly
remove tarnish from silver or plated ware
without scratching the most highly polish
No Daniel sat in judgment then.
No prisoner's friend stood by;
The Lord, who heard Susannah's prayT,
Seemed sleeping in tbe sky:
And hatred had bnt one decree.
Relentless to condemn.
Alas, that day for Melope,
The maid of BctblchemI
They piled the fagots high in sight
Of half the gaping town:
Her eyes but saw in silent fright
Her fierce accusers' frown.
Then, shrinking, from theearth she raited
Iler face, unstained with shame.
The pile was lit, the death fire blazed,
And wrapped her form in flame.
In vain. Its rape could only fiu&h
Her cheek with holier charm:
Like angel in the burning bush.
She stood untouched and calm.
When, lol (for Heaven was not asleep)
The flames that flashed in air.
- Blown out as by a whirlwind's sweep.
Had left but embers there.
Her false accusers fled amazed;
The thronging watchers call:
t "The maid is pure! The Lord be praise 1!
She did no wrong at all."
And awed by her divine defense
They hasted rev'rently
To bear the gentle martyr thence.
By God's own sign set free.
But where the Are had round her burnec
They caught a fragrance sweet.
For all the living coals were turned
To roses at her feet.
Her innocence perfumed the place
Where slander sought her doom.
And over Hate's malignant face
Smiled Virtue's tender bloom.
O Molopel thy trial. cas.t
In sterner times than ours.
Hath left unwithered from the past
Thy beauteous martyr flowers.
Still for thy wrong by Heaven redressed
In sweet red roses flame
The embers of that fiery tost
That saved thy saintly name.
Rev. Theron Brown in Harper's Bazar.
One beautiful summer morninp, about
the year 1G30, several youths of Seville ap
proached the dwelling of the celebrated
painter Murillo. at which tbey arrived
nearly at the same time. After the usual
salutations they entered the studio. Muril
lo was not yet there, and each of the pupils
walked up quickly to bis easel to examine,
if the paint hal dried, or, perhaps, to ad
mire his work of the previous evening.
"Pray, gentlemen," exclaimed Isturitz.
angrily, "which of you remained behind in
the studio last night?"
"What nn absurd question!" replied Cor
dova. "Don't you recollect that we all
came away together?"
"This is a foolish jest, gentlemen," an
swered Isturitz. "Last evening I cleaned
my palette with the greatest care, and now
it is as dirty as if some one had used it all
"Look!" exclaimed Carlos. "Here is a
small figure in the corner of my canvas,
and it is not badly done. I should, like to
know who it is that amuses himself every
morning with sketching figures, some
times on my canvas, sometimes on the
walls. There was one yesterday on your
"It must I Isturitz," said Ferdinand.
"Gentlemen," replied Isturitz, "I pro
test" "You need not protest," replied Carlos.
"We all know you are not capable "of
sketching such a figure as that."
"At least," answered Isturitz, "I have
never made a sketch as bad as that of
vours; one would think you hail done it in
"And my pencils are quite wet," said
Gonzalo, in his turn. "Truly, strange
things gi on here during the night."
"Po you not think, like the negro, Go
mez, th.it it is the Zombi who comes and
plays all these tricks?" said Isturitz.
"Truly," said Mendez. who had not yet
spoken, lieing absorlied in admiration of
the various figures which were sketched
with the hand of a master in different
parts of the studio, "if the Zombi of the
negroes draws in this manner he would
make a beantiful head of the Virgin in my
'Descent from the Cross."
With these words Mendez, with a care
less air, approached his easel, when an ex
clamation of astonishment escaped hinn
and he gazed in mute surprise on his can
vas, on which was roughly sketched a
most beautiful head of tbe Virgin; but the
expression was so admirable, the lines so
clear, the contour so graceful, that, com
pared with the figures by which it was en
circled, it seemed as if some heavenly vis
itant had descended among them.
"Ah, what is the matter?" said a rough
voice. The pupils turned at the sound,
and all made a respectful obeisance to the
"Look. Senor Murillo; look!" exclaimed
the youths, as they pointed to the easel of
"Who has painted this; who has painted
this head, gentlemen?" asked Murillo eag
erly. "Speak, tell me. lie who has
sketched this Virgin will one day be the
master of us all. Murillo wishes he had
done it. What a touch! What delicacy!
What skill! Mendez, my dear pupil, was
"Xo, senor," replied Mendez in a sorrow
"Was it you, then, Isturitz or Ferdinand
But they all gave the same reply as
"It could not, however, come here with
out bands," said Murillo impatiently.
"I think, sir," said Cordova, the young
est of the pupils, "that these strange pict
ures are very alarming; indeed, this is not
the first unaccountable event which has
happened in your studio. To tell the
truth, such wonderful things have hap
pened here one scarcely knows what to be
lieve." "What are they?" asked Murillo, still
lost in admiration of tbe bead of the Virgin
by tbe unknown artist.
"According to your orders, senor," an
swered Ferdinand, "we never leave the
studio without putting everything in order,
cleaning our palettes, washing our brushes
and arranging our easels; bnt when we
return in tbe morning, not only is every
thing in confusion, our brushes filled with
paint, palettes dirtied, but here and there
are sketches (beautiful sketches, to be sure
they are) sometimes of the bead of an
angel, sometimes of a demon, then again
the profile of a young girl or thefigureof
an old man; bnt all admirable, as you have
seen for yourself, senor."
"This is certainly a curious affair, gen
tlemen," observed Murillo: "but we shall
soon learn who is this nightly visitant.
Sebastian," he continued, addressing a
little mulatto boy about fourteen years old,
who appeared at bis call, "did I not desire
you to sleep here every nigbtf"
"Yes, master," said the boy with timid
ity. "And have you done so?"
"Speak, then; who was here last night
and this morning before these gentlemen
came? Speak, slave, or I shall make you
acquainted with my dungeon," said Muril
lo angrily to the boy, who continued to
twist the band of his trousers without re
plying. "Ah, you don't choose to answer," said
Murillo, pulling his ear.
"Xo one. master, no one," replied the
trembling Sebastian, with eagerness.
"That is false"' exclaimed Murillo.
"Xo one but u-e, I swear to you, master,"
cried, the mulatto, throwing himself on his
knees in tbe middle of the studio and hold
ing ont his little hands in supplication be
fore his master.
"Listen to me," pursued Murillo. "I
wish to know who has sketched this head
of the Virgin and all the figures which my
pupils Ifnd every morning here on coming
to tbe studio. This night, in place of go
ing to bed, you shall keep watch; and if by
tomorrow you do not discover who the
culprit is you shall have twenty-five
strokes from the lash. You bear I have
said it; now go and grind the colors; and
yon, gentlemen, to work."
From tbe commencement till the termi
nation of tbe hour of instruction Murillo
was too much absorbed with his pencil to
allow a word to be spoken but what re
garded their occupation, but tbe moment
he disappeared the pupils made ample
amends for this restraint, and as the un
known painter occupied all their thoughts
the conversation naturally turned to that
"Beware, Sebastian, of the lash," said
Mendez, "and watch for the culprit, but
give me the Xaples yellow."
"You do not need it, Senor Meudez.
You have made it yellow enough alreadv.
And as to tbe culprit, 1 have already told
yon that it is the Zombi."
"Are these negroes fools or asses with
their Zombi?" said Gonzalo, laughing.
"Pray, what is a Zombi?"
"Oh, nu imaginary being, of course. Hut
take care, Senor Gonzalo," continued Se
bastian, with a mischievous glance at his
easel, "for it must lie the Zombi who has
stretched tire left arm of your St. John to
such a length that, if the right resembles
it, he will be able-to untie his shoestrings
"Do you know, gentlemen," said Isturitz,
as he glanced at the painting, "that the re
marks of Sebastian are extremely just, and
much to the point?"
"Oh, tbey say that negroes have the face
oi an ape ami the tongue or a parrot," re
joined Gonzalo, in a tone of indifference.
"With this distinction," observed Ferdi
nand, "that the parrot repeats by rote.
while Sebastian has judgment in his re
"Like the parrot, by chance," returned
"Who knows,"' said Mendez, who had
not digested the Xaples yellow, "that from
grinding the colors he may one day aston
ish us bv showing he knows one from an
"To know one color from another and to
know how to use them are two verv dif
ferent things," replied Sebastian, whom
the liberty of the studio allowed to join in
the conversation of the pupils; and the
truth obliges us to confess that his taste
was so exquisite, his eye so correct, that
many of them did not disdain to follow the
advice he frequently gave them respecting
their paintings. Although they sometimes
amused themselves by teasing the little
mulatto, he was a great favorite with them
all; and this evening, on quitting the
stTdio, each giving him a friendly tap on
the shoulder counseled him to keep a strict
watch and catch the Zombi for fear of the
It was night, and the studio of Murillo
the most celebrated painter in Seville this
studio, which during the day was so cheer
ful and animated was now silent as the
grave. A single lamp burned upon a mar
ble table, anil a young boy, whose sable
hue harmonized with the surroundin
darkne?s, but whose eyes sparkled like
diamonds at midnight, leaned against an
easel, immovable ana still, he was so
deeplv absorted in his meditations that
the door of tbe studio was opened by one
who several times called him by name, and
who, on receiving no answer, approached
and touched him. Sebastian raised his
eyes, which rested on a tall and handsome
"Why do you come here, father?" said
he in a melancholy tone.
"To keep you company, Sebastian."
"There is no need, father; I can watch
"But what if tbe Zombi should come?"
"I do not fear him," replied the boy,
'vith a pensive smile.
"He may carry you away, my son, and
t hen the poor negro Gomez will have.no
cue to console bim in his slavery."
"Oh, how sad how drradful it is to be a
slave!" exclaimed the boy, weeping' bit
"It is the will of God," replied the negro.
vrith an air of resignation.
"God !" ejaculated Sebastian, as be raised
1. is eyes to the dome of the studio, through
v-hich the stars glittered. God! 1 pray
constantly to him, my father (and he will
one day listen to me), that we may no
longer be slaves; but go to bed, father, go.
gD, and I shall go to mine there in that
corner, and I shall soon fall asleep. Good
night, father; good night."
"Are you really not afraid of the Zombi,
"My father, that is a superstition of our
country. Father Engenio bas assured me
tl at God does not permit supernatural be
itgs to appear on earth."
"Why, then, when the pupils asked you
who sketched the figures they find here
etery morning, did you say it was the
"To ainuse myself, father, and to make
tbem laugh; that was all."
"Then good night, my son." And hav
ini kissed the boy the negro retired.
The moment Sebastian found himself
alone he uttered an exclamation of joy.
Tl en, suddenly checking himself, be said:
"Twenty-five lashes tomorrow if I do not
tell who sketched these figures, and per
haps more if I do. Oh, my God, come to
my aid!" And the little mulatto threw
himself upon tbe mat which served him for
a led, where be soon fell fast asleep.
Sebastian awoke at daybreak; it was
only 3 o'clock: any other boy would prob
ably have gone to sleep again. Xot so
Belastian, who had but three hours be
toe Id call bis own.
Highest of all in Leavening Power.
T'Conrage, courage, Sebastian!" he ex
claimed, as be shook himself awake; "three
hours are thine only three hours! Then
profit by them, the rest belong to thy mas
ter, slave. Let me at least be my own mas
ter for three short hours. 'Io begin, these
figures must be effaced." And seizing a
brush he approached the irgin, which,.
viewed by the soft light of the morning
dawn, appeared more beautiful than ever.
Efface this! he exclaimed, L.nacethis!
Xo; I will die first! Efface this they dare
notl Xeitber dare I. Xo that head she
breathes she speaks it seems 'as "if her
blood would flow if I should offer to efface
it, and that I should be her murderer. Xo,
no, no; rather let me finish it."
Scarcely had he uttered tnese words
when, seizing a palette, he seated himself
at the easel and was soon totally absorbed
at his occupation. Hour after hour nassed
unheeded by Sebastian, who was too much
engrossed by the beautiful creation of his
pencil, which seemed bursting into life, to
mark the flight u. time.
Another touch!" ae exclaimed. "A
soft shade here; now the mouth, les
there! It opeus those eyes; they pierce me
through! What a forehead! What deli
cacy! Oh, my beautiful" and Sebastian
forgot the hour, forgot he was a slave, for
got his dreaded punishment all, all was
obliterated from the soul of the youthful
artist, who thought of nothing, saw noth
ing, but his beautiful picture.
But who can describe the horror and
consternation of the unhappy slave when,
on suddenly turning round, be beheld all
the pupils, with his master at their head,
standing beside him.
Sebastian never once dreamed of justify
ing himself, and, with his palette in one
hand and his brushes in the other, he hung
down his head, awaiting in silence the
punishment he believed he justly merited.
lor some moments a dead silence pre
vaittl, for if Sebastian was confounded at
being caught in the commission of such a
flagrant crime, Murillo and his pupils were
not less astonished at the discovery they
Murillo, having with a gesture of the
hand imposed silence on his pupils, who
could hardly restrain themselves from giv
ing way to their admiration, approached
Sebastian and, concealing his emotion,
said in a cold and severe tone, while he
looked alternatelyfrom the lieautiful head
of the Virgin to the terrified slave who
stood like a statue before him:
"Who is your master, Sebastian?"'
"You," replied the boy, in a voice scarce
"I mean vour drawing master?" said
"You, senor," again replied the trem
"It cannot be; I never gave you lessons,"
said the astonished painter.
"But you gave them to others, and I
listened to them," rejoined the boy, em
boldened by the kindness of his master.
"And you have done better than listen;
you have profited by them!" exclaimed
Murillo, unable longer to conceal his ad
miration. "Gentlemen, does this boy
merit punishment or reward?"
At the word "punishment" Sebastian's
heart beat quick; the word y reward" gave
him a little courage, but fearing that his
ears deceived him be looked with timid
and imploring eyes toward his master.
"A reward, senor!"' cried the pupils in a
"That is well; but what shall it be?"
Sebastian liegan to breathe.
"Ten ducats, at least," said Mendez.
"Fifteen!" cried Ferdinand.
"Xo,'' said Gonzalo; "a beautiful new
dress for the next holiday,"'
''Sjieak, Sebastian," said Murillo, look
ing at his slave, whom none of these re
wards seemed to move. "Are these things
not to your tate? Tell me what you wish
for. I am so much pleased with your beau
tiful composition that I will grant any re
quest you in:iy make. Speak, then; do not
"Oh. master, if I dared" And Sebas
tian, claspiu;; his hands, fell at the feet of
It was easy to read in the half opened
lips of the 1kv and his sparkling eyes some
devouring thought within which timidity
prevented him from uttering.
With the view of encouraging him, each
of the pupils suggested some favor for him
"Ask gold, Sebastian."
"Ask rich dresses, Sebastian."
"Ask to be received as pupil, Sebastian."
A faint smile passed over the counte
nance of the slave at- the last words, but be
hung down his head and remained silent.
"Ask for the best place in the studio,"
said Gonzalo, who, from befng the last
come pupil, had the worst light for bis
"Come, take courage," said Murillo,
"The master is so kind today," said Fer-
ainana nan aiouu, i woum risk some
thing ask your freedom, Sebastian."
At these words Sebastian uttered a cry
of anguish, and raining his eyes to his mas
ter he exclaimed, in a voice choked with
"The freedom of my father the freedom
of my father "'
"And thine, also," said Murillo, who, no
longer able to conceal his emotion, threw
his arms around Sebastian and pressed
him to his breast.
"Your pencil," be continued, "shows
that you have talent; your request proves
that you have a heart; tbe artist is com
plete. From this day consider yourself not
only as my pupil, but as my son. Happy
Murillo! I have done more than paint I
have made a painter.
Murillo kept his word, and Sebastian
Gomez, better known under the name of
the Mulatto of Murillo. became one of the
most celebrated painters in Spain. There
may yet be seen in the churches of Seville
the celebrated picture which he had been
found painting by his master; also a St.
Anne, admirably done; a holy Joseph,
which is extremely beautiful, and others of
the highest merit. Xew lork Ledger.
A Rale with Him.
"Yon have only given me a quarter.
Birr complained the waiter.
"That's right," replied Snooper, cheer
fully; "I never do anything by halves. '
U. S. Gov't Report, Aug. 17, 1889.
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