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TERMS $1.50. 10 D n rep oi l County ABOUT My hair is turning grey too fast and I am admon ished in many ways that I cannot stand as much pres sure as I could 20 years ago. Sound judgment die" tates that I close some of the many branches of busi ness which I have tried for many years to carry on, and I have decided to commence the cutting-off process by closing out my stock of Stores, or at least so far re ducing it that some young man with moderate means can step in and buy the balance and continue the business. I well understand that to do tins will require a largre Sacrifice, but as compared with health, any sac--rlllce lioYireycr largo is small. I shall therefor com menco DRUNK IX TIIE STREET. "Drunlt, your Worship," tha officer said: "Drunk in the afreet, sir." . She raised her head A lingering trace of the golden grace Still softened the lines of her woe-worn face, Unkempt and tangled her rich brown hair, Yet with all the furrows and stains of care The years of anguish and sin and despair The child of the city was passing fair. The ripe red month, with lips compressed The rise and fall of the heaving braast The ucrvons fingers, so taper and small, Crumpled the fringe of the tattered shawl, As she stood in her place at the officer's call. She seemed good and fair, she seemed tender and sweet, This fallen woman fonnd drunk in the street. Does the hand that once smoothed the ripple and wave Of that tangled hair lie still in the grave? Is that mother who pressed those red lips to her own Deaf to the pain of their smothered moan? Has the voice that chimed to the lisping prayer No accent of hope for the lost one there, Bearing her burden of sin and despair? Drunk in the street in the gutter found From a passionate longing to crash and drown The soul of the woman she might have been To fling off the weight or a fearful dream, And awake again in the homestead hard by, And wooded mountain that touched tho sky; To linger a while on the path to st hool And catch in the depth of the limpid pool, Under the willow shade, green and cool, A dimpled face and a laughing eye, And the pleasant word of a passer by. Ye men with sisters and mothers and wives, Have ye no care for these women's lives? Must they starve for the comfort they never speak? Must they ever be erring and sinful and weak . Staggering onward with weary feet, " Whew J The male professional beauty ! " Mr." Wylie, like everybody else, had hoard of the count. He was considered the best looking, best dressed, and best mounted man, to be 6een in Rotten Row. He was reputed to be very rich, too, and it was this revelation as to the means by which he lived that astonished Mr. Wylie. . "I presume," said the detective, after a pause, "you wish me to get possession of these letters in some way or other? " " Precisely," answpred Lady Moodie. Mr. Wylie reflected forsome moments in silence, then he said: " I really don't see how I can get them without com mitting a burglary." " Could u't you be induced to risk that ?" asked Lady Moodie, eagerly. The detective started. Evidently her ladyship was not inclined to stick At trifles. ' Well, you see," said Mr. Wylie very d"lilerately, " burglary is rather a large order. " "I'm willing to pay anything to baulk the coward," replied Lady r.i. c i "That's all right," answered Mr, Wylie doggedly; " but money's of little use to a man who's doing ten years," At his words Lady Hoodie's face became downcast. She was evi dently disappointed. Mr. Wylie notic ed IU1S. ' At any rate," he said to her, let burglary be the last thing. We may oe aDie to nit on some easier expedient. Let mo see, now." And he reflected a moment. " How many letters are there ? " " Some forty or fifty." -a.n, so manyr lie conidn t carry them about with him. Has he any ser- vanrsf "Just one a valet-an Italian like himself. "Hum. I wonder whether he could be bribed? Most Italians can. If I had a week or two to g iin his confidence Stained in the gutters and drunk in tho street? i u ""I""? . pounas -n I be not given Ulrici within a week the Uood lemplar. letters will be in mv husband's hands " TIIE DIAMOND ROBBERY. Mr. John Wylio was bitterly disap pointed. He had lieen in the wivate inquiry business for over fifteen years, and never before had ho experienced such a reverse. It was an affair that had attracted the ffreatest public interest and attention. A success in it would -have established his reputation as a de tective forever, tint lie had failed ut terly and ignominously. This is how the mutter stood wlu-n ) was called in by Sir Henry Heaviside to uo 11 ua no -letters to produce." investigate it. on .November 15 Sir I "Impossible. If five thousand pounds letters will be in my husband's hands, "un, is that the case? "les; Sir Charles and I leave for Darkhngliourne that's our place in Doltsliire to-morrow, and the count says that this day week he'll follow us, ami mat n, ou ins arrival,-1 don t give mm mat amount, he will at once hand the letters to my husband." "J3y Jupiter!" exclaimed Mr. Wylie, jumping excitedly to his feet "By Ju piter, I have him! Excuse me, mv lady," he added, more calmly. "I think I see a way out of the maze. Do as you intended. Let hint follow you to Darkliugbourne, and if he presents him self to you there, defy him. You may do so with impunity, for by that time Dnrinsr the ensuine week Mr. Wvlie lienry was away from home. . Ou that KCi11 strict watcn upon all the move Thursday, Oct 1887. and continue until the bulk of my stock is disposed of, to Offer My entire Line of STOVES AT LESS THAN COST, some of them MUCH LESS, but every one, with out reserve, at less. I know how little such offers too often mean in advertisements, so let me pui myself so squarely on record that there can bo no mistake about my meaning. Mere is IKIy Chiarantjr in Square ISnglish, vis.: EXCEPTING FOR SECOND-HAND STOVES, WHICH, BEING TAKEN IN EXCHANGE, HE ALLY CAN HAVE NO CERTAIN Oil DEFINITE COST, I GUARANTEE THAT EVERY STOVE IN MY STOCK SHALL BE OFFERED AT LESS THAN THE SAME ACTUALLY COST ME IN CASH, WITH EVERY DISCOUNT DEDUCTED. If my reputation for meaning what I say counts for anything with the people of Lamoille County, and I hope it does. 1 pledge that reputation over my signa ture that my above offer shall be conscientiously and faithfully lived up to until further notice or until I close out this branch of my business. Remember this offer is for cash only. 1 shall ask a prolit if I give time, but will make low prices even when time is given. My line of . Second-Hand Stoves will be closed out at surprisingly low prices." 1 1 trust I may be favored with numerous calls from my old friends, for until this stock is closed out we can certainly make it for your interest to buy, so come, and come quickly, md we will do you good. The public's most obedient servant, uarro nYDE PARK, Vt., Oct. 5th, 1S87. night Ins wife, Lady Helena, supported oy nor iattier, the Marquis of DoJtshire, had given a little dinner, which was fol lowed by a reception. Her Jndvshin had, as usual, been rather slow iu drefisins, and, when the dinner hour ar rived, fehe whs gn-ntly pressed for time. In her haste she had neglected to re place her jewels, which she in tended to VUt on nftor tiTmr anil rrwi-kii tli reception, iu tiie sale, and herself with locking tho door of her boudoir and putting the key into a drawer in her bedroom. After dinner she found the key where she had left it, and reopened the door. On opening her boudoir, she discovered, to her amazement, that the window was wide open . ' A moment's investigation showed her that all the jewels she had left ujwm her dressing table when she hurried down to dinner were stolen. Their value was close upon seven thousand pounds. This was, I repeat, how matters stood when Mr. Wylie was called in, and prac tically it was in the same stale when, after six weeks' laborious investigation, ho gave up the inquiry in despair. He suspected much, but he had discovered nothing. It wtts clear to, him that the robber, , whoever he might be, was per fectly familiar with the house and with Lady II slena's careless ways. It was also clear to him that the window found open which was twenty-five feet, from the ground, and which showed no evi dence! of having leen foived was left open as a ruse to mislead the detectives, lie felt qnito sure that the robber had entered the boudoir by means of Lady Helena's key, and that, if he left the house at ail, lie went out by a side door, which was fastened only by a spring lock. He was iuclined, however, to be lieve that the thief was one of the house hold, and that tho jewels were still in the house. Acting on this belief, ho searched the house from top to bottom, examined all the servants' boxes and cupboards, and w at. lied diligently nil their movements; but alter six weeks thus employed, ho had found nothing to implicate, or even throw suspicion on any one in. particular. He confessed himself utterly, baffled. As one day, seated in Ids sanctum, he was mournfully turning over in his mind tho question of his failure, there was a knock at the door. " Come in," he cried out. The door opened and the office boy put in his head. " Lady wants to see you, sir." " Show her in." The next moment a tall, stately, thickly-veiled lady was ushered in to the detec tive's private office. Mr. Wylie offered her a seat, which she silently accepted. As soon as tho door was shut again, she raised her veil and showed a handsome, refined face. Then, without much more ado, she introduced herself. "I am Lady Moodie," she said, "wife of the banker of that name." The detective bowed. "And I have oome here." her hulvshin continued, "in very great trouble, to see if you can assist me. " lou may relv upon it. madam " Kil the detective, in his nolifcest "that I shall use mv utmost pffVwto tr, do so." ments ot the .count.. He contrived to discover ft good deal regarding his past life aiid his future plans He picked up au -. acquaintance with his valet, and froni him discovered that his master in tended to carry ont his threat of going to Darkliugbourne. Tho valet had orders, to have his portmanteau ready, packed with everything necessary for a few days' elnj ruin huuiu. contented 1. Wltlwiwiiuig fre.-eaiugtlio -Vyoii which no was 10 see Aaay iuooaie at Darklingborne, Count Ulrici drove to Enston. Mr. Wylie, who had ascer tained beforehand the train by which lie intended to travel, was there awaiting him. Tho detective was disguised. He was an adept in that business, and now his own mother would not have known him. He had provided himself with a first-class ticket to Rottenborongh, the station nearest to Sir Charles Moodie's seat. - . . see "I will tell yon," Lady Moodie went on, without noticing Mr. Wylie's re mark, "the whole story as shortly as possible. Owing to my health I had to winter last year iu Florence. My hus band's business and narli ties would not permit liim to join me. While livinsr there lv mvwlf r rvw.t .... Italian gentleman, with whom I formed rather an intimate friendship. You should know." she added rmatilv il.u there was nothing improper in it, though much t.ltnf. Wfw iirt,...,.,l...l : "I quite believe you," said Mr. Wylie. ! Lady Moodie senied rather irritated than gratified by this assurance. ' "Thinking," sho continued, "after a' pause, -mat lie was an honorablo man, I frequently wrote to him, nnd some of my letters one or two of them at any rate would, ) am afraid, lienr to a jeal ous min 1 a wry different meaning from that intended. When I returiied lionie ne ioiiowed nie. P.y my influence was received m society here n.if dm Hufr f .uDiDt,..! 1 : . . r . , .. i.,, ..... mninrai mill UMU1 UHie tO lluK) with money. At last hit demands be came too extortionate, and I refused them. Then t,ho miserable scoundrel turned upon me, and threatened if I did not comply with his requests he would give the letters I had written hint to my husband. He has mistokeu his woman, ' Lady Moodie concluded, passiona ely "I would rather die than give a penny to the menaces of such a coward!" May I know tho gonUoman's name ? "Count Ulrici." The count came to tho station nn ac companied by his servant. Mr. Wylio noticed that his luggage consisted of a large portmanteau only no doubt the one the servant spoke of. It was mark ed on the side with the count's initials, "It. U." As it was too big to be taken conveniently into tho carriage, its owner directed it to be placed in the luggage van. . Having marked well the' portmanteau and the van into which it was put, Mr. Wylie took his seat in the train in a "compartment not far from the count's. When the train reached Willesdeu he got out and went into the refreshment room'. There ho remained until the train , began to move, when he rushed upon the platform just too late to got in. ; "Confound it !" he exclaimed, in af fected vexation. "I'm left behind." "Very jsorry, sir," said a porter. "Where are you for ?" "Rottenborongh. When is the next train ?" "No other train to-night, sir. You'll have to wait till four to-morrow morn mg. "My gracious !" exclaimed Mr. Wylie, apparently much put out by the infor mation. "What on earth am I to do ? My luggage has gone on !" "Train stops at Harrow, sir. I'll telegraph there and have it sent back by the next train." "Thank yon, I wish yon would. If I am to stop in town over night I must have it." "Very well, sir. What is your lug gape like?" "It's a large leather portmanteau, and was put into the the through van for Rottenborough. They'll be able to dis tinguish it easily, as it has mv initials upon it "And they are, sir?" "R. U." The porter went off to telearraph and the detective returned to the refreshment room. There Mr. Wylie remained for some time apparently absorbed in the consumption of a glass of beer, but renl ly wondering what the result of his stratagem would be. He greatly feared lest the count might notice his portman teau being removed from the van, and instead of a message coming that the luggage would be sent back at once, one would arrive directing his arrest. So great was his anxiety on this point that it seemed to him hours before the porter turned np. Then, to his immense re lief he learned that the portmanteau hud been taken from the van at Harrow and would be sent back by the next train. When the next train arrived at Wil lesden the porter pointed out to him the returned portmanteau. Sure enough, it was Count Ulrici's, Letting it remain where it was Mr. Wylie jumped into a compartment aud proceeded with it to Euston. At Enston, Mr. Wylie claimed the portmanteau, and boldly putting it on the top of a hansom cab, dr3ve to King's cross station on the Underground rail way, and there lie took a ticket to Char-ing-cross. Carefully choosing an empty compartment, he contrived, during the course of the journey, to effect a change ! in his discrnise such, that while no more ho i like himself than over, he was still a very only different looking man from the one who claimed the portmanteau at Willesdeu. When he arrived at Charing-cross it was quite dark, and there were few people about, i Taking tho heavy portmanteau in his hand, he carried it himself from the station to his office in Pake street. The moment he got safely into his private office he produced a bunch of skeleton keys and set about picking the I'.ck, Succeeding in this, lie eagerly searched through the articles in the bag for the letters lie wanted. To his cha- ! grin, ho could discover no trace of them. I Over and over again lie searched the contents, but each time with the same result. At length, he paused in his work, almost fainting with anxiety and disappointment. "Another failure," he said to himself, "aud a worse one than before." As he spoke he continued earnestly turning over the portmanteau's contents. "What a fip the fellow is!" he ex claimed. "Why, half of his luggage is brushes. And jraosj thtlt I notice it, what strange brushes they are! What heavy backs they have!" The backs of the brushes certainly looked very thick, and when Mr. Wylie examined them closely he found that they were even thicker than they looked, for the hair in the centra was much shorter than at the sides, and the backs, therefore, must be deeper there. Indeed, they looked so suspicious that the detective at once began to try if they did not open in Some way or other. He soon diKi-cvied. that they did. The top bale r ihed wooJ ran in a kind of groove, aud was easily movable. He pulled it back, and there, in the middle, was a hollow space crushed full of letters. Tremblins with excitement, he lifted them out and looked at them. To his delight they were the very ones he was in Beach of. There were two cases, each containing two brushes. In the first brush he opened there were sixteen letters from Lady Moodie; in the second there were fifteen. These were all in English. The brushes in the other case had also movable backs, and contained letters. but a glance at the handwriting showed him that they were not Lady Moodie's. He glanced rapidly over the letters. Their contents were of the most innocent character ; mere commonplace congratulations, condolences and in quiries such as a friend would write to a friend. " I don't see," said the detective to himself, " why she should be afraid of her husband getting these. But she said there were more than forty of them, and there are only about thirty here. Let me see. By Jove, I have it! Sho told me there were only a few of them that were of a doubtful character char acter. It is just t!use few that are missing. He has them in his pocket and I've failed again. He sat silent and still for a moment. dazed by this discovery; but he quickly regained his habitual decision and coolness. "Well," he said. "I may as well what the other lotters are about." He began rapidly to read them. They were in various handwritings, but most of them in one which he somehow or other thought he liad seen before. These letters were signed simply "H." and were couched in the most affection ate terms. "I wonder who this 'H' can be?" he said. "She's evidently much gone on the Count, and no mistake. There's a 'love' or a 'darling' for every other word. Here's an invitation for the loth; how sweet it is. But here is one in which sho has gone farther thau the 'H.' It is signed Helena. Now. I wonder who Helena is? Hullo, what's here? A let ter from a man and signed 'Savendeleri' the old Jewish money lender and re ceiver oi stolen goods. That, at all events, loolcn eui7oloi J ' "When hehad finishiVt- "if "lie lny VjaeK in his chair and then drew in a long breath. - "Good heavens!"he said, when he had recovered his composure, "this is a dis covery. Was there ever anything so fortu nate? I'm off by tho morning train, and our friend will be safely in quod before he has a chance of seeing Sir Charles." I lint stay,' he said to himself, "it isn t quite so simple as I thought. I must account for how I came by this paper which will bo difficult. Besides, I'm not sure it will bo evidence against him unless it is found in his possession. Let me see. He paused and reflected. Then, after a lew moments, with a cry of triumph. he set to work replacing the contents of the oag. When everything was in ex cept the letter from Savendeleri and Lady Moodie's correspondence, he selected about ten of the most innocent of her letters, and, replacing the remainder in the back of the brushes, locked up the portmanteau, men he placed savende leri's letter in one of Lady Moodie's. put them in his pocket, restored his disguise to what it was when he claimed the count s luggage, and, taking the portman teau m his hand, left the office. When he reached the Strand he called a ban some and drove to Enston. At Euston he nslsed for the station master. 'I hat official was duly forth coming. "Ibis I find," said the detective to him, "is not my portmanteau after all, I thought it was at first, as it has my initials on the side and is about the same size, but I find that my key won't go into rue iock, so it can t be mine." "No, sir, it isn't yours," replied the stationmnster; "it is Count Ulrici's. He's been kicking up a deuce of a row about it. We've had half a dozen telegrams irom r.ouenporongn already. 1 m glad ii s recovereu. wnat about your own, sirr "That's the question. Yon had better telegraph down the line about it. It must have been put out at one of the stations the five o'clock train called at, I suppose. I'll call and hear what news you have to-morrow. Good night." And the detective walked off. lieiore iour o ciock the next morning iur. jonn vvyne was at JUuston, not dis guised tin's time, hiit in his usual cos tume. He took a ticket for the first train for Rottenborough, where he ar rived about eight. After swallowing a hasty breakfast at the hotel in that in teresting town, he obtained a cab and drove to Darklingbonrne. There he in quired for Sir Charles Moodie. Sir Charles at once saw him. He explained to Sir Charles that he was a detective. He had long, he said, been shadowing a foreigner who was suspected of a great ciinie, and who, he learned, lately, was about to try to levy blackmail upon Sir Charles by pretend ing to have letters from Lady Moodie which reflected upon her reputation. He was anxious to have a talk with this gentleman in an unsuspected character, in order to try and obtain some un guarded statements from him. He begged Sir Charles to allow him to re present himself as Sir Charles when the scoundrel came to the house. The baronet was very adverse to such o course, but Lady Moodie, who was called in for consultation, so stronglv supported it, that at last he was induced to consent. About mid-day Count Ulrici arrived. He sent up his card to Lady . Moodie, but she relused to see him. Then lie asked for Sir Charles. He was at one shown to the library, where the detect lve was. Ihe Count had never seen Sir Charles, who, involved in Imsinf-ss cares, seldom went into the gay company inn vnc mi uengnted in. The count at once proceeded to busi ness in the coolest and most impudent manner. He had no diffidence or hesi tation about stating what sort of rela tions he wished Sir Charles to believe had existed between him and Ladv Moodie. He said he had letters in her undeniable handwriting to prove the truth of his statements. "Show me them," said the detective. The count handed over tho letters After fumbling with them for a moment Mr. Wyhe proceeded to read them one' by one. When lie md finished he paus ed, and said, very cooly: "I see nothing incriminating in these as against Lady Moodie. They are all of the most inno cent description. But what's thisf" And beheld up Savendeleri 's letter. The count turned deadly pale. "Can I have made a mistake?" he muttered. "I'm afraid you have," said Mr. Wylie, and he touched a bell. As he did so the count sprang madly upon him. There was for a moment a fierce struggle, but before the Italian could overcome Mr. Wylie's resistance, Sir Charles nnd a servant rushed into the room and seized him. "Too late, my beauty," said the de tective to the count. "Look, Sir Char les, these are the letters he received from Lady Moodie; more innooent notes woman never penned. And see what I discovered among them a letter from that Jewish scoundrel Savendeleri, offering two thousand pounds for the Heavis'ide diamonds which were stolen about two months ago. There stands the thief !" "What!" exclaimed the county "you're not Sir Charles Moodie?" ' "No, I'm John Wylie, private" detec tive, at your service." "What a fool I was," exclaimed the count, "not to see how it came about that Truth, THE JOKER'S BUDGET. WHAT THE HUMOROUS WRIT ERS HAVE TO SAY. In His Iilne In a Newspaper Office The News Made Her Sick Toning it Down No Cost &c, &c. my luggage went wrong." London CITY AND COUNTRY BOYS Man Who was Oiie of the IiattCr1 Writes Pithily About TJicm From the Philadelphia Timei'. Which is the better place to be born aud reared in, city or country, if one wants to achieve success in life? This question is asked occasionally and there is a widespread popular impression that the country boy has the better chance. The claim is truthfully made that nearly all the great American statesmen of the first century of this government's exist ence were countrymen and that the lend ing representatives of the professions and business enterprises were born in the rural districts. Whilo this is undoubtedly true so far as the past is concerned, it would hardly be safe to jump to the conclusion that a city bred boy is foreordained to stand all his life at the foot of the ladder and gaze with feelings of envy and admira tion whilo his country cousin climbs to the highest pinnacle of success. Franklin was city born, and so was Sumner. Two generations of Vanderbilts and three of Astors have been city born, while Girard, if not exactly city born, soon gravitated to the city and made his career there. An analysis of the relat;ve advantages of city and country during the forma tive period of a boy's life shows them to be nearly equal. The city boy has access to libraries, lectures, the best schools, and is subjected to the quickening influ ences of the busy life that surroundshim everywhere. On the contrary, he is beset by a multitude of temptations aud dis tractions which do not assail the country boy. The latter has fewer booksj fewer instructors, and his surroundings are less inspiring than (hose of the city boy. But he has more time to appropriate the few advantages he does possess and less temptations to , neglect or ' disregard them. City life is doubtless more en ervating than country life, ami, when all ; nnni.il: w probable that the country lijj uuiti iuvautaire ia iu uio greater capacity of physical endurance which he acquires almost without effort or volition on Ins part. The enervating influence of wealth is the same in the city and country. The sons of the rich in either are likely to be outstripped m the race for wealth or prominence by the to is of the poor and ot those only moderately well to do, Simon Cameron's shrewd remark that he possessed one advantage in early life that outweighed all the advantages of his son Don, viz., poverty, is applicable to oity and country boys alike. And as American cities have come to have a dis tinct and 6taple population, there is lit tle doubt that from among the lower and middle classes of this population there win constautiv nnse men who win achieve as marked pre-eminence in busi ness, protessional aud political life as their country born neighbors. Give it a a saint. many did Throw The Name of Astor. A New York letter to the Utica Herald snys: The Astors always keep together. When William moved into Lafayette place Mrs. Langdon took up her resi dence m the same vicinity, corner La fayette place. Rnd her house whs the scene of the Astor place riot. The As tor Library was established next door to wnnams nouse, and this made it a family centre. When William's two sons, John Jacob and William, married. they formed a new colony in Fifth ave nue, taking up an entire square, and their lather followed them, occupying a house on an adjacent corner. The family have thus kept together and lived peace ably. Iudeed, it is one of the few in stances in which wealth has not led to variance. The Astor name is now given to the Astor House, the Astor Library, Astor place and tho Astor block in Fifth avenue. There is also an Astor House at Wal dorf on tho Rhine, founded by John Jacob, who left S450.000 for this pur pose. It is occupied as a place for the worthy poor, and is a . very useful in stitution. Astoria, which is on of the prettiest towns on Long Island, was formerly John Jacob's summer resort, and thus deserves the name. Here he made his will, which is dated Hell Gate, July 4, 1835, twelve years before his death . He added a number of important codicils, one of which, made in 1839, provided for the erection of the Astor Library. He gave the land, and also $400,000, to which the family have addded some very handsome benefac tions. Astoria on the Pacific coast also deserves its name from old John Jacob, and is a proof of his enterprise in es tablishing a trading post so far from the limit of civilization. The Bear Captures a Thief. The following, which is said to have happened not far from Los Angles, is too good to be lost. An Italian, who was traveling through the country with a bear which he had trained to wTestle and dance, stopped before a farmer's house late ono afternoon, and after amusing the family with his perform ances obtained permission io stay an night. The bear was placed in the barn for safe-keeping. During the night the family were aroused by a terrible noise in the barn. Some one was screaming: Murder! Help!" and apparently en gaged in a struggle for life. The farmer hastened to the spot, followed by the Italian and others" of tho house, and found the tame bear with a man in his embraces, hugging tightly, while the poor fellow struggled frantically to es- vpe. Ihe bear was muzzieci ana couiu do the man no serious injury, though ho was very uncomfortably situated. The man proved to be a dishonest butcher, who had come to the -bam to steal a nne calf. Iu the darkness he had stumbled over the bear, who had seized him and held him fast. Ihe Italian, learning iow matters stood, called out: "Hug urn, .lacKi ami iiio uwur uuuu hj hmr him unmercifully until the tanner concluded that he had been sufficiently punished, when he was released. The story soon spread abroad, and the butcher left the neighborhood to escape the ridicule to which it subjected him. Sun Vet io (Val.) Oiippa: IN A NEWSPAPEB OFFICE. Telegraph Editor (to managing editor) Big flood. Two thousand people drowned. Managing Editor Good, head that would frighten Where's the flood ? T. E. In China. M. E. (crestfallen) How you say were drowned ? T. E. Two thousand. M. E. Amounts to nothing. it away. Arhanvxw Tj ateUcr. . SIDE-TBAOKED. He Do you know, Miss Mable, I have discovered why my brain is so act ive? She No, Mr. Minuswit. What is your theory ? He It's because I so often start a train of thought. She Ah, yes ! The ' 'Limited. " Tid Bit. COOIi. Mrs. Babegood I'm going shopping, Loisette. Is anything needed for the nursery ? Loisette Oui, madame. Leetle Har old, vat you call swallowed hee's r-r-rattle zis morning. Eet vas ze sil vaire one wiz ze bells, madame. Possee bly you can it match. THE WAGS. Some wags were walking around an agricultural implement store, and they chanced to see in the rear a dressed hog hanging by a hook iu the wall. "What sort of nn agricultural implement do you call that?" they asked. "That is a patent combined root-grubber, corn sheller, apple-grinder, gate-lifter, double-action, back-spring sod-plow; but I guess you won't want one, for it takes a mighty smart man to manage it." VoxPopuli. GIVEN AWAI. Mrs. Bonneguard (of Montreal, who is organizing a toboggan party) Would you invite that Colonel Brown? I un derstand he has had quite a checkered career in the States. Mr. Bonneguard (who knows the de tails) Not only checkered but Striped, my dear, HIS LINE. While traveling in France lately M. de Lesseps happened to be placed in a compartment with two commercial travelers who did not know him. The two drummers found that he had trav eled much and fancied that he be longed to their fraternity. "Beg pardon, sir," said one of them finally, "but . are you not a traveling man, too? ' "Certainly I am." "We thought so. What is your line?" ". Isthmuses," said M. de Lesseps. "Wh-wh-what?" asked the puzzled Jpi?miTipr. "I am introducing ship canals," said de Lesseps. The travelers feared that they had fallen in with a lunatic, but when de Lesseps made himself known, they were j much delighted with their distinguished ieiiow traveler. globy departed. Why should the s irit of Boston be prowl? The jewels are borrowed she boasted so loud. Her Kullivnn came from the Emerald Isle, And her bean from the banks of the Tigris and Nile. Chicago Tribune. ABSENTMINDEDNESS. Merchant (buying a bill of goods of Chicago drummer) What is your usual time, thirty days? Chicago Drummer (absentmindedly) Yes, or ten dollars. I always pay tho fine oh er I beg pardon; yes, thirty days or two per cent off for cash. KIDICUIiOrS. Lieut. Boxer I'm ordered to Morocco, Miss Elson. We're likely to have trou ble there, you know. Miss Elson You must be careful not to get captured. Lieut. Boxer I'll try not to. Miss Elson I would. Just think how ridiculous you'd look bound in Morocco. Tid Bits. IN THE DOMESTIC CIROXB. Wife (who doesn't like tobacco) John, I wish you'd have your flue re paired. Husband Flue repaired. What do you mean? - . w. . . t r i . -l n Wile l mean u you naa your nuo repaired maybe you wouldn't smoke so. Washington untie. SPRING IS COMING. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the moths are march- Cliecr up, comrades, spring will come, And beneath tlie budding trees . Wc Hball catch the blips and bees, Tum-ti-tum-ti-tum-ti-tnni-ti-tum-ti-tum. 1'iUshurgh ChronicU, THE OLD WAY GOOD ENOUGH. "John." she said, as she toved with buttons, "this is leap one of his coat year, isn t it f "Yes, Mamie," he answered, as he looked down on the golden head that was pillowed on his manly bosom. "This is the year when the proposing is done by the young ladies ?" "Yes." "I hope you don't expect me to pro pose to you '?" "Why, Mamie dear, I never gave the matter "a thought I er to tell the truth, I've only known you for that is to say " "I m glad you didn't expect me to propose. I'm not that land, I . hope. No, John, dearest, I couldn't be so im modest. I am going to let you do the proposing yourself in the old-fashioned way. The old-fashioned way is good enough for me." And the gentle maiden gave her lover a beaming smile, and the youth rejoiced that he had found such a treasure of modesty. Boston Courier. IN SOCIETY. She (haughtily) I may be led, not driven, Mr. DeHooti r. Mr. D. Ah, indeed f So sorry. I was just going to ask you to let me drive you out with a four-in-hand party the first pleasant day. Washington Critic. STUPID FATHER. "What is your son doing now ?" asked a merchant of one of the senior traveling men. "He is in a real estate office." . : 'That is gooJ. I'm glad to hear that he is iu a way of making money." "Yes. I've taken great pains with that boy. Trained him up to be strictly honest, always tell the truth and never take advantage of anybody." The old merchant looked at him and then walked away, muttering: "And then put bim in a real estate office. Some fathers have no judgment at all." Merchant Traveller. GOOD NEWS. Landlord I've called to tell you, Bridget, that I'm going to raise your rent. Bridget Glad to hear it, sor. Faith, I can't raise it mesclf. INJURED. Pension Agent And so you injured your eyesight in the Civil war? In what engagement was it? Claimant My engagement ns a proof reader for the Century Magazine. HE FAILED. Miss Ethel I was sorry to hear of of your papa's failure, Clara. And is it really true? Clara Yes, and for only $60,000. Mamma and I feel too mortified for any thing. anooM. Young Bostonian (to servant) Is Miss Waldo ml Servant Yis, scrr, but she is that sick she con't see anybody. Young Bostonian (alarmed) Is it pos sible? lias slie beert ill Joug-? Servant Iver since the news came about Miatber Soollivan, sorr. X. T, Sun. THE PLACE FOR HIM. Bill Why don't yer git inter public life an' be somebody, Jim ? Jim I did try ter git a office, but tliese durned civil-service rules kep' me out. " What office did yer try fer ? " "Janitor of a public building. They asked me how much two au' two made, an' 'cause I failed on the first answer hey wouldn't have me." " Never mind, Jim, I'll help yer git inter public life. I'll get yer elected school director; that don't require no examination.' Omaha World WORTH HIS SALARY. McQuillen Vanderbilt's French cook doesn't know how to make a mince pie. Cnrtis What does Van pay him? McQuillen 10,000. Curtis He's worth it. Philadelphia Call. LASTING. "A new shoe-lasting machine has been invented," said a machinist to his wife as he laid down his paper. "Well, John, for gracious sake," replied the good woman, "get a half dozen and let's try them on the children. Washington Critic. OUT WEST. Editor (to office boy) Get a brick r.cd prop up this stove. "There isn t a bricii around. "There are several. Where are the ones that were nuriea tnrougn tne window at me last nightf HIS LIABILITIES. Jones Jackson has failed, I under stand, and i-i under a cloud. Brown railed, has he? What ore his liabilities '( Jones I don't know of any except the liability of his skippiug to Canada on the first train. Washington Critic. AT OLD FOIST. Kind Old Father Did you see my daughter reading in the pavilion, Mr. Riprap ? Mr. li. She wasn t reading wrien i saw her. She had a German author m her lap. though. K. O. F. (excitedly) What ! Where's my stick? Where is he? I'll smash his ba'ck if I catch him. I Mr. R. smiles and explains. nammy- ton Critic. KOT ON THE MAPS. " Papa, Where's atoms ? " "Atoms? I don't know, my boy. ion mean Athens, probably. " No, I mean atoms the place where everything is blown to. Voocl Mouse keeping. A TWELVE-YEAR NAP. Herman Harms Awakes at Last from His Long Slumber. A Winona (Minn.) despatch to an ex change says: Herman Harms, of Utica, near this place, who has attracted con siderable attentiou throughout the country by reason of his extended sleep, being termed the "Minnesota Marvel," hus at last awakened from his somnolent state which has extended over a period of nearly twelve years. He came from Hanover, Germany, and with his family settled in St. Charles, Minn., in 1869. He had previously been troubled with fits of somnolency, but in the summer of 1875 the strange disease took a firm hold upon him, and he lost consciousness and remained in that state, awakening for two or three minutes at intervals and partaking of the lightest kind of nourishment and then falling to sleep again. In December, 1882, he awoke to full consciousness, and after recuperating his lost energies went to work as if noth ing had happened. All went well with him until August, 1883, when he was suddenly taken sleepy while carrying a cup of tea to his wife, who was sick in bed. He fell to the floor unconscious ! remained ever since in a deep slumber, j awakening only at brief intervals as be i fore, between the hours of 7 and 11 a. m., 1 until his final awakening this week. I When first attacked by this strange I disease Harms was abcut thirty-eight years old and in apparent penect neaitii, weighing IhO pounds. But he is now but little more than a skeleton, weigh I ing scarcely sixty pounds, and when he j first, awoke his hair and beard were loug I and straggling. A curious feature of ! his ill;ies was that neither shouts nor , b'ows awakened him, and strong electric batteries were applied, but with no avail, j tho only effect being to cause a slight : contra, tion of the muscles. His case ! I-:'. fed the skill of physicians, who unite in tli3 opinion that Uio excessive use oi quinine undoubtedly tended to aggra i vate tho complaint. ! A correspondent visited him Feb. 15 ; and found him sitting in a chair reading German newspapers. He appeared ra- I lional. He entertained sangtuuo hopes THE LESSER EVIL. Omaha Wife Nearly time to clean house r.gam. Husband Good gracious Let it go this year, can't you? 'impossible.' 'Well, I'll tell you how to fix it. Don't clean house: we'll move." Omaha World. IN SOCIETY. Nellie Oh! Hattie, yon should have attended the Paiadise german at the Metronolitan Hotel lust niclit. Hatha (ciirioiiRlvi final isn p-erimiii ? 1 Hit he would be i'.l e to lie anoui ugitiu What, kind of a german is that ? bv warm weather. Mr. and Mrs. Harms Nellie (rapturously) Why, don't you j have five children, the eldest of whom, a know ? It's one where there are ever so i boy about nineteen, lias furnished almost lr.any more gentlemen than ladies. the sole support of the family by his ilattio (tearfully) How lovely! I'm ! daily labor, the remaining four children ko sorrv T missed 'it. Washiuatoil Criii. I hcine onito sina'.l. The family have A SENATOR'S 1JW HANOI. LELAND STANFOTtE'S WONDESiTJl CALIFORNIA FAliAlS A Farm "Which Contains ofl.OOO Acres What It Grow The ken ator's Iieiielieences. Mr. Henry ?. hick!cford, a Fmt:i. erner in the employ of I'niltd State? Senator Lcland Manford, wms in At lanta, Georgia, rcumtiy, ami wa-i in terviewed by a (omittin reporter: "Senator Stanford," said he, "owns the largest ranch in tho world. It contains 50,000 acre?, Ihrou.h -which run one hundred nnle-tof ditching, some 1800 acres are planted in grape vires, md 4000 a-Tcs are devoted to nlfalf.i, ivliich mikes the best sort of hay for ;a tie. In this Vineyard v. cie rai-e l countless tons of grapes, which prcs-ed, made one million gallons of wine. We have a wine cellar which holds 1,00-1, 7CJ gallons, in-two thousand allo i pa k 9ge3. The crush ng machine enn ma-li four hundred tons a day. In one bonded warehouse we now have about UKU tC gallons of brandy. Th s is the iTO-iact of the vineyard for this ye ir. Tho wine is not for sale yet; :s not old enough." "What about fruit.'" "We are not in the fruit business ex tensively, for we have only some ' UM0 fruit trees planted. These are njo't'.y" peach and plum."' "Any other ranches?" "South of the ranch I have derr;led lies another one, immc liatcly on the line of the railroad. This is a comparatively small one, containing iiO.O K) acicv wholly planted in wheat. This wh at is" of superior quality, and extraordinary erot s arc mudc. This is shipped iu bulk." "WThat about the stock farm?"' "This stock ranch is known all ovet the world. It is known as I'al Alto, aud is situated thirty miles south of i-'an I'ranci'co. Here arc to be found hoi sen of the finest blood : in fact all are blooded. This collection of horses 19 worth one million dollars. Just to think of that! Here are some of the most valuable racers in the world. The fastest two year-old, three-year-old,' and four-year-old horse? are here. This ranch contains 12,000 aoie. Tho cattle is, of course, of the hnest strains, and is worth nearly a qu irtcr of a million." "Tell me something about the ownct of these vast estates. What manner of man is he?" ".eland Stanford, as everybody knows, is a United States Senator fiom California. How much money ho is worth it is impossible to state, lie it rated anywhere from $".(). 0u,000 tc if 100, 000, 000. I do not think this is an extravagant estimate. He is a man, eve y inch of him. A benefactor, he is always racking his braiir to devi o some new plan for helping the people, lie ha! given to thj State Of Cal.fornis these three ranches I have de scribed, and his university, which cost several millions of dollars. His home is in San Francisco, but he h;i residences at each of his ranches, lie is always giving to charitable institutions, and I can truthfully say that ho is one of the best men I ever knew. 1 am his paymaster and civil engineer. To giv you some idea of the expenses ho has to meet in running his mammoth con .cms, I will state that he employs about four hundred men. I p:iid out in January on his vineyard ranch $ 1 li, 00 ). " "California must bo a great country.' "It is. 'Ihe climate in some parts ol the State is not unlike that of Geoigia. In San Franci co you tind tho most equable climate in the world. In the northern section of the State it is pretty cold, and in the southern part pretty warm. The immense tracts of land arc very productive, and their owners ama-i fortunes in a few years Hut d- you know the key of the situat on, the one thing to whiih may be ascribed the buc cess of farming in California?" "No; what is it?" "Irrigation. But for irrigation many of the farms which now blossom as the rose would be dreary, sterile wastes. Take the t?an Joaquin Valley for exam ple. Much of this land was unproduc tive and given over as worthless. hen the modern system of irrigation was in troduced it was applied to vast tracts of this territory. hnr was th' rj-,-ifJ Why, the transformation waspUenoinc nal? These barren stretches were at once converted in fruit ul ranches, yield ing plenteous crops of gram and hay. Irrigation is regarded as a necessity in California. The truth is, it would not pay to farm but for this mode of arti ficial watering. And it has been reduced to an art. Now, I will tell you some thing else about itsvalue. l and which a few years ago was unt iled because it would not pay to cultivate it, now is planted in alfalfa. This is a sort of grass which has been found to make the very best kind of hay. Here we raise live crops a year. Four tons to the acre is not infrequently cut, and this schs fot $10 a ton. What f irming land in the t-'outh yields so profitable a crop as this? The hay is in request by the ranchmen, who prefer it to all other kinds for t at tle. It is a great milk-producing feed." SHE MISLEAP THE GERMAN. Bliss such mortals rarely know Unruptured iMiiiicrlilit. n Hermann. As Angelina vdiu-pt -red li-w And coyly: "How 1 love a german." Tangs ireslily forged in lowest !u.!i Furrowed his soul with sl.uring i-longhUue, As heart less glides met hie vetl; "Ach, icli l-iii driii. gclu litcs t'rowlinc!" Ji'iffalo C'ourirr. lived in Utica about a year and a half. during which time- Harms has been vis ited by hundreds of people, who came from all -arts of the country. Strong hopes arc now entertained of his ulti mate complete recovery. How i:.vsv it is to condone our own faults and magnify those of other people. A Moqnl Village In Arizona. I found an arched pass.ige in the wall, passing through which I ente cJ a plaza or open square. Owing to the extreme cold the streets were deseited. Cn every side were bare, brown adobe walls. without dooi8orwindovs; but the many ladders leaning ng linst the walls indi cated that the enuance was by way ol the roof; and the columns of smoke curl ing up from the chimneys gave evidence of life and warmth that were to be found within. C l.mbing up one of the ladders I found a circular opening in the roof. I removed the cover oi woven rushes and peered in. ISesido a cheerful looking fireplace in a corner of the room were seated two women evidently mother and daughter who, after recov ering from their astonishment, beckoned me to enter. I descended by another ladder to the ground floor, and was given a teat ou a sheepskin by the tire. owing to my ig norace of Jkloqui, our attempts ut con versation were unsuccessful ; but ns the elder woman at once busied herself in placing food before me I inferred that 1 was welcome. The meal consisted ol jerked mutton and corn stewed in a largt olla or earthen jar, a jur of stewed peaches and a basket of peki, or corn bread baked in sheets ns thin ns papei and made into a long roll, which nhio an swered the purpose of a spoon. Out meal ended, I presented my new found friends with some smoking tohacco, ol which they are passionately fond, rolling it into cigarettes with corn husks loi papers. We had settled down to a so ciable smoke when I saw a pair of mo casins and leggings dangling from tli entrauce in the roof. To tliese wer gradually added the body- and ti.cn the head of a JUoqui warrior. I pon atigtit ing on the floor he introduced himself iu broken Spanish as "Jlose," nnd a-surcd me that 1 hud fallen into good hands, and was welcome to Jloqui land. Over land Monthly. What the 1'rince of Hales Spends. The regular allowance of tho Prince of Wales by I'arliament is Jtl-iO.OtiO a year, to which must be added i'10,000 more which is annually allowed to the Princess. Ilerecehesa fm t her annual income of 00,000 to i'TO.OOO from the revenues of the Duchy of Cornwall, whieh is his by birthright. His in come in round numbers is about 00,- 000 a year. He spends c eryp nnv ol it, and is often reported as being in debt, although of late not so much of this kind of talk is heard. It is said that the Queen makes him some kind of a low nnce, as he bears nearly the whole biunt of the royal entertaining. Th.' 1'rince is in his forty-eighth year. He i-i scarcely five feet seven, nnd has become quite stout. He must we gh fully 10 pounds. He dresses i cry neatly, but plainly. It cannot be said that he is now a leader of fashions. That leadership has passed to his son, Prince Albert Victor. Sac York World. Laud in many parts of California is becoming too valuable for wheat grow ing, and large tracts arc passing into or chards and vineyards. It is espected that before many years have passed the bulk of the wheat growing lands of to day will be more profitably used.