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Begging. ltattling with hunger How many we meet, Footsore, and irozen, Wand'ring the street; Weary and dreary, Pleading lor bread, Houseless and starving No rM lor the headj Cold cold nothing to eat, linked and shivwring, . Wand'ring tho street. llattllng witli hunger, Wearisome sad, , From morn until eve Scaree " a bito " to ho had ; The outlook all gloom. Tiudging through snow, In misery creeping, Onward they go, Cold -cold nothing to eat; Wrctnliod and hungry, Wand'ring the street. Battling with hunger, Untiling tor bread, Buttling lor hare lile, Winning life sped; Hearts sadly aching, Kurd in their pain, fjroveling in gutter, Ik g. ing again. Cold cold wretched and sad; All slone in the world, ffonrco 14 a bite'' to be had. Uuttling with hunger, Hard is their late, Pleading and trumping Kaily and late; Oil, li-t the prayor Ol the wandering poor, And don't thrust the beggar Away from your door. Cold cold out in the rain, To eke out a living llcg ing again. OIK HAUNTED. HOUSE. 44 Do biy the house, Charlie; lam not a; all alraid of ghosts!" My husband loans against the wonn e.iten fence and looks thoughtfully at the dull, old-fashioned house, with its shutters napping from broken hinges, its porches overgi own with vines, its gar den full of. rank weeds, and the river singing beyond its garden (rate. 44 It is very cheap, Amy," he says, at length. 44 TIips only charge me for the land, and nominally nothing for the house. But can you endureliving in suoh a deserted place, and I & the city all day? Why, all sorts of noises can bV heard here day and night, and I have heard good, intelligent people, with con sciences, say they had seen the spirit oi a4fjman, with a little child in her arms, walking all about these grounds at evening. Ntdxidy else would dare buy it. Why, it has had no tenants for a year. I fenr it will irighten away your friends, and that -you yourself will have to succumb to the spirit-influence of the place." He stops, seeing the expression on my face. 1 can bear anything better than tho allusion to spirit-influence, or to the belief of the progressionists. Charlie is a good business man ; but he has read a great many scientific works written by men who thought they were very wise on the subject of spiritualism ; and he has investigated, or, rather, invested a great deal in the same. He has pro gressed to such an extent that he can sometimes hear raps on the headboard, and feel cold shivers down his back, and in mosquito-time he olten feels pinches from unseen "oirit-fingers. I do not like to reao scientific books' and during the short time wo have been married, I have employed my time, in stead, in practicing waltzes, making pies and embroidering baby-clothes. Still, Oharl:e worships mo. I leieve it is God's unseen law of recompense that there should always bo some one to adore, even a women with freckles, wide mouth and a figure likaa Dutch doll. At all events, my will is always law; so Charlie takes his knife and cuts away the rose brambles that have thrown their arms across the front door, and to gether we enter the vacant echoing rooms. The ceilings are dim with vails of cobwebs, tho spiders run up the walls at our approach. The house has a ruin ous, moldy smell, but it does not oppress me as it dors Charlie. Already in my mind's eye I see what it will be like, cleaned and aired, with open windows and cheerful furniture. I ran through the house, exclaiming: "What a beautiful wide hall! this room facing the south shall be our sit ting room. I will rout all the ghosts with sunshine. See those hollyhocks smiling over that picket fence, and those summer pears all rotting on the ground what a sname! ana all those rose bushes choked in the long grass!" Charlie shakes his head. "If you had heard all I have about this house, you would he in no haste to live here. You know the Widow Wool son's daughter that has been missing from town a year,, and supposed to be murdered? Well, GeoflVy Clare was passing here one night, only last week and you know, whatever efse he will do, he won't lie and he told me he saw Grace Woolson's face as plain as day over that garden fence." I checked him suddenly again. I have never had but this one secret from my husband, that three years before I met him I had fallen hopelessly in love with handsome Geoffry Clare. He had soon forgotten me for pretty Grace Woolson, who had afterward disappeared so mys teriously that no trace of her could be found, although l.er mother and Geoffry had searched lor her many months. I think I loved him no longer, and sometimes thanked (iod lor taking mv future out of my unskillful hands, yet the mention of his name always made me wince. As Charlie's only objections were on my account, and as we were not rich enough to buy such a home as we might have chosen, within a week he had paid the small sum required for the hf tinted house, and we had moved into it, bag and baggage. I liked the place, which was neither town nor country, but was embowered 'among its trees, just at the terminus of the pavements, wilh such a grand old garden and such glimpses of wood and water. The first thing I did was to open all the windows wide, and let in the summer's sun. Martha Ann, my one servant, cleaned away the mold and cobwebs, and fresh paint and paper changed the rooms as If by magic. Charlie left his scientific researches after business hours and pruned the trees, cut the grass, trimmed the ragged vines, rehung the shutters, and made an small paradise out of the reclaimed lawn. When all was completed, there was noplace for ghosts in those wide, sunny rooms. My bedroom was the pleasant est room of all, facing the east, and looking out upon the pear trees, the hollyhocks and the river. Pink had been my color when a girl, so I took a fancy my room should be all pink. The dull drab paper, with green vines wan dtring about and clutching aimlessly at nothing all over it, was changed for a delicate pink and white. The carpet was pink nnd white, the color under the cheap muslin pillow shams was pink, the lace curtains hung over pink shades, and were looped back with pink rib bons, making as a whole too rose-hued a bower for any specter to fancy. I believe I was as entirely happy, after getting settled that first week, as any one could be who had Jived in rented houses all her life, and owned one of her own for the first time. I had but one distaste for the place, and that w s for the basement, which, covered with clinging vines, was rotten undrrneath. It had formerly been a cellar-kitchen, but was now fallen into disuse, and full of refuse piles of lumber, old cans and unused rubbish. The heavy vines grown over the broken hiicks had made it a damp and noisome place, and I never cared to explore it, or to put it to any use, except the por tion directly under the trapdoor going down from the kitchen. I had Martha Ann clean away a space here, nnd fill a cupboard with canned fruit, vegetables, etc. I grew to have a dread of this dark and cheerless cellar, and never came out of it without shivering, though I would not own it even to myself. It had scarcely been my receptacle for fruit a day before I began to miss things in a most mysterious manner. Before I could realize it there would be a glass of j'lly, a pie, a loaf of cake, a 'melon, or a plate of peaches gone. I could ac cuse no one but the ghosts and Martha Ann, and she had always heretofore been the soul of truth and honor. Twice I fancied, when in the cellar, 1 had heard a sigh and a rustle of ghostly garments, and I could have sworn I heard the wailing of a y ung child several times; but I would have died rather than own this to my husband. " Martha Ann." said I, one day, com ing up in great haste from the cellar, " do ghosts like pickled figs?" 44 1 am sure I don't know, ma'am!" Martha Ann's eyes are as wide, as in nocent nnd unquailing as ever. " Well, you know that jar of pickled figs my cousin sent roe from California, that I was saving till mother came to visit me? Well, they are two-thirds gone, as well as that pie that was laid away expressly for Charlie! What am I to think." I am angry aad excited. Martha Ann says nothing, as usual, but I see her tears are quietly falling over the dish-apron she is hemming. 1 am rather relieved the day after when she asks me for a month's variation to visit her sick grandmother. I do not like to accuse her of theft, and I would like to be alone to ferret out this mystery. I have fresh bolts put on the cellar-doers, and the chinks in the bricks filled in. The trao-door I keep fastened down with heavy weights, still the depredations go on pies, cakes, ice-cream left in the freezers, cream off the milk, a portion of every available thing 1? missing from day to day. I am too proud to confide in Charlie, but my life is getting to he a burden. One bright September day I sit down in the kitchen in tears, with my feet in the oven, and would fain cover my head with my apron, like Affery Flintwinch in " Little Dorrit," to shutout the faint wails of some child that I am sure are coming from the cellar. Martha Ann will not be home for two weeks; I am tired out and discouraged; Charlie will be home in half an hour to live o clock dinner, and the spirits have eaten all the cold roast and tarts that I have laid away for that especial banquet. I shall be forced to tell him that for my hardihood in making him buy this haunted house, he is destined to go on halt-rations generally, I think with a sob, when I hear a laint step below and see the trap-door slowly rising, and the blanched face and thin shoulders of a woman, with a skeleton child in her arms, coming into view. Can I believe my eyesr Yes. it is the shrunken, faded form of Grace Wool son, which I know in an instant, though the sunken eyes and claw-like hands and skeleton figure, make but a silhouette of the rosy, dimpled girl I remember. 1 am not a nervous woman, and 1 have expected this ghost to appear so long, in a. i. i uu not, scream or jaini away when she come toward me. and the pathetic, drooping air with which she holds out the visionary baby, and then bursts into suoh a human agony of tears. would make one leel tender and akin to even a hobgoblin. "Oh, Amy," she gasped, "you are a good woman, and will you try and save my child's life? If it had not been dy ing I should have staid hidden a'. ways, but I knew you would help me if you could. I was sorry to take your tigs and things, and would not if I could have kept from starving; but for mothers sake i have hidden in your cellar three months, for I knew she and Geoffry Clare would find me if they could' " It is his child, then?" I asked, not with any idle curiosity, but much as one would frame a question to fill a pause. " Yes," she said, simply. " Well, I have not a word of blame for you. I nearly went crazy myself in love with him once, and had not God been very kind to me, I might have been as badly off as you. We will save the baby if we can." I have pulled her into a chair while I am talking, and am holding the baby's chilled feet to the fire, feeling its feeble fiulsc, and noticing how faint and gasp ng is its breath, and the clammy sweat on its temples, while Grace is talking with the zest of a man just out of prison, and longing to hear the sound of his voice again. " When people missed me first, I had fone to the New York hospital, where ran away with the baby as soon as I could walk, for fear I should be traced there: and knowing this house was said to be haunted, and people were afraid to come here, I made a bed in some packing-boxes behind . the lumber, and so long as my money lasted, I used to go out at nights in my waterproof and buy things; but after you came I dared not leave, and the baby has been grow ing sick in the damp weather." I pour her out a cup of strong tea.that is steeping on the range, but she sits holding it in her hand, untasted, staring at me with her mild, faded eyes. " Oh, Amy, I am afraid to ask you, but how is my mother P have you seen her?" " Yes, I saw her last week at prayer meeting " 44 and she looks like one who has been struck with death," I was going to say, but stopped, seeing Grace was quivering all over with fear and expec tancy. I dared not tell her that her mother was now sick in bed, and that out of her life all hope had gone, with the loss of her only child, or how my heart had ached for the poor widow, out of whose faded face even expectancy had vanished. " Come," said I, 44 the baby is warm now, let us go and lay it in the bed ; and Charlie and I are all alone, and you may rest assured no one shall know of your being here." I carry it to my own pink room as be ing the most retired, and it is with joy I hear Charlie's step on the stairs. He takes in the situation at a glance, and, being a practical druggist, and a better nurse and doctor than our little town affords, begins instantly to mix some, medicine for the little sufferer. He is tenderer than any woman to ward anything little or weak, or needing care; so for two clays lie does not go to his office, but watches with Grace and me beside the dying child; but what can mustnrd-balhs and drugs, and careful nursing avail where a damp basement has undermined tie constitution of so frail a little blossom? On the third day the little life goes out to complete its being in another world. Poor Grace will not believe that tho little child she has cherished through such awful days and nights of want and distress is really dead. She holds it in her arms all night, and in the morning we dress it in the dainty lace and linen robe of a hap pier baby jet to come, who, too, alas! may never need the pretty finery. And Charlie digs a little grave under the pear tree, close to the sunny wall, where the catclifly and sweet allyssum grow so rank, and lays the little creature tend erly under the September leaves and grasses. Poor thing, it would have been so pretty, had it had proper nourishment, and air to breathe, with its delicate features and pretty rings of soft hair. Grace follows us silently back to the door, and pausing on the step, lavs her hand upon my arm, looks into my face beseechingly, saying: 44 1 must go to mother now, if you will dp me one last favor, Amy, and go with me." Charlie hurries off for a down-town car to his ollice, and Grace and I walk down the quiet street toward her' mother's little cottage. None of the people who meet us recognize in the slender figure, clad in my new drab walking suit with mv gypsy turban and long veil, the Grace Woolson of a year ago. I tremble on nearing the house, for I see the windows are open wide, and two or three are watching by a bed where Grace's mother lies breathing faintly and moaning at intervals. I see Grace fly up the garden-walk and stop, with clasped hands and bent head on the threshold, and I hear her mother's faint voice saying to the woman who is fan ning her: " Do not trouble yourself about me ; I shall never be well again, and nothing can cure me now but a sight of my daughter's face." I see Graee grope forward. I hear her callir g, 44 Mother, mother !" I see those two poor women in each other's arms, and I turn away blinded with tears. And Grace's mother did not die, but seems entirely happy with her lost dar ling all to herself again once more, the color coming slowly back into her whitened cheeks, and life getting back into its old grooves. Her return was a nine days' wonder to our gossiping town; but the little grave under the pear-trees tel's no tales, and though she will never be exactly the same pretty, blooming Grace Woolson again, yet this aftermath of her life is something to be thankful for, in its great content and peacefulness. Lmma N. Isayley. " w hat do you think ol my new shoes, dear?" said he the other even ing after tea. Oh ! immense, my dear, perteetly Immense," said he, without looking up from his paper. Then she began to cry and said she thought if he thought her feet were so dreadfully large he needn't tell her of it. Do-iton 1'esl. The popular prejudice against proprietary remedies Das long since been ooiiQ inreii by the marveloiu success of such a remedy as Dr. Hull's Cough Syrup. Used every whye by voi) body. Pi ice 2S cenU. TIMELY TOPICS. The fees which physicians may charge i Prussia for their services is regulated V law. and according t.n the mnt m. cent ordinance, the charge for the first visit to a sick person is fixed at two arks ftwentv-five eenta standing for n mark), and one mark for each subse quent visit; where, however, several Dfrsona helonodnor in tlif anmn fnmtk and dwelling in the same house have to be treated at the same time, then, lor the second and each succeeding person, only the half of these fees respectively is ins cnargea wie same ruie is to apply boarding schools and similar institn- tiona. also to nrianna Wtion thurii i a 1 v w j - awwu. aivu iu.i i ma wm consultation of several physicians about the treatment of a. siclr ncntn tnnln1. V. - . . l J .... . I J 1 1 , 1I1V1UU ing their personal visits, each physician is u receive icr tne nrst consultation .ive marks, and thrpe marts far en oh subsequent similar consultation. On the occasion of tho firot visit in tVin physician's residence for his medical ad vice, one mark and a half Ynr tho ad. ministration of chloroform, etc., when necessary for the treatment of the pa- . - A. A . 1 ueiii, uiree maras. Over twenty thousand car-loads of live and dressed poultry are carried into New York city yearly, and 85,500, 000 dozens of eggs go to the same market. - According to the best esti mates, the United States produces nine thousand million of eggs annually. This is a nice little item for the consid eration of those who call chicken busi ness egg raising a small thing. A common pin is a very little thing, but a paper ot pins is worth setting a price on : while the manufacture of pins like the production of eggs, is an industry worth the attention of men of ability and the investment of capital. Professor Otto Bollinger, of the Uni versity of Munich', read a paper re cently on artificial tuberculosis as in duced by the use of the milk of tuber culosis cowS. He endeavored to de monstrate that the milk of such animals has a contagious influence and repro duces the disease in other animals. See ing tho 'enormous mortality from con- sumption.JProfessor Bollinger believes it to be of the utmost importance to urge unon all classes, and nartieularlv upon farmers, the absolute necessity of taking every possible means of stamping out the disease among cattle. A boy five years old fell into the East river in JS'ew York. A large crowd gathered round, but no one dared to go to the boy's assists nee, and he would have been drowned had not a bootblack. who was polishing a man s boots near by, left his customer and jumping into the river pulled the boy out upon a raft of logs. The mother or the rescued boy offered his preserver $2, but the latter, seeing that she was a poor woman, goon-humored ly declined the gift. The nameot this brave lad Is John llipgins. lie is a regular attendant at night school. and the principal of the school, as well as his teacher, speak highly of him. John will yet make his mark in the world. In France a marriage is invalid with out the actual and formally recorded coiifentof the parents or their represen tatives, ana even a man ot lull ago who wishes to marry and cannot obtain his father's consent is compelled to serve him three times with a notice calling on him to show cause why the marriage should not be permitted. After three such ser vices and on proof of full age, the mar riage is allowed. These provisions render clandestine marriages impossible. A male eloper would not only have his marriage set aside, but would be severely punished tor abduction. Australia threatens to become a serious competitor with the United States in the new business ot supplying England with iresh meat. About thirty tons ol fresh meat preserved by a new process. which keeps the air around the meat at a low temperature, have been brought to London from Australia in the Strah leven and landed in excellent condition. A correspondent of the London Times. who has eaten a dinner off a joint of this meat, and pronounces it, 4 'prime, fat, ox beef," says it can be delivered on board in Australia for 2d. a pound and sold in London for 2d. more, or, say, with profit aiiowca, lor oa. (to cents J a pound. Al most any quantity is procurable, there being in Australia 7,50U,tK)0 cattle and 61,000,000 sheep. In New York one can not buy " prime, lat, ox beet " for ten cents a pound ; for good joints one must pay twice that price. Chair Boarders. A reporter for one of the St. Louis papers called upon Mr. Griswold, one of the proprietors of the Lindell hotel, to get some facts and figures upon that interesting clasd of people known as "chair boarders." lie discovered that fifty per cent, of the people who gather in the rotunda of a hotel never spend a cent, and are yet an actual expense to a proprietor. The 44 why and wherefore " was given with much research. Mr. Griswold, the proprietor, furthermore furnished the information that 300,000 sheets of note paper and envelopes were distributed annually to patrons and " chair boarders" and also some 100,OoO blotters; and although the stationery was bought in job lots, cheap, it never theless amounted to $1,000 per annum. Mr. Griswold said that they would even have nerve enough to ask for postage stamps, but that they were not kept in the oflice, but were on sale at the news stand. The reception of mail at the house for outsiders was also something wonderful. An Illinois school mistress was un able to chastise the biggest girl pupil and called in a young school trustee to assist her. The trustee found that the offender was his own sweetheart, but his sense of duty triumphed over his love, and lie whipped the girl. Not only did this result in losing him a sweetheart, but her father sued him for damages and got a verdict lor $50. Lives of Two Very Old Women. A recent letter from Newburg, N. Y., to a New York paper says: Esther Yates, the Amazon or Plattekill. Ulster county, died a few days ago at her home, near Breakneck hill, in the mountains, in that tewn. She was born in the town of Plattekill in 1788, and re sided there until the day of her death. Physically she was more like a man than a woman; her shoulders being broad and well developed. Sheacquired little or no education. She is credited with having been self reliant and asking no favors from any one. During the winter season Mrs. Yates cut cordwood on the mountain, and, in the language of one of the natives,"it took a good man to swing cn axe alongside of her." On several occasions she cut as much as three cords of wood in one day, in ad dition to performing the household du ties in her home alter sunset. In the summer time this remarkable woman cht grain for the Plattekill farmers, and was rated as 44 a good hand. " She cul tivated a small garden-patch of her own, the product of which she sold principally in this city. She carried her farden truck in two large baskets, armers, while driving to ship their hay on the boats, would offer her a ride, and her invariable reply was : 44 1 am in a hurry ; take you all day to get there." She could easily outwalk any team with a load behind them. Six years ago a horse while passing her home on Break neck,fell and became fast in the harness. The-driver and several other men could not Bucceed in getting the animal loose. Mrs. Yates lifted the horse up boldily, but in so dojng fractured her leg. The bone never set. Her spirit, however, was not curbed, even if she was an octo genarian and a cripple. Though suffer ing much pain, her daily employment consisted in chopping up kindling wood on a block while she sat in a chair in front of her house. A short time pre vious to her death her general health began failing, but she retained her fac ulties t the last. Prior to the accident she never was sick a day in her life. Mrs. Yates was burjed from the Platte kill Methodist Episcopal church, of which denomination she was an ad herent. Mrs. Yates was married twice. She leaves no family. Two miles northeast of the house of the ' Amazon " resides one of the play mates of her childhood, Mrs. Sallie Pressler. This lady is the oldest inhabi tant of the town of Plattekill. In May next she will be 100 years old. She was born in the hamlet of Fostertown.Orange county, but has resided nearly all her life in Plattekill. Mrs. Presslcr's eye sight remains good, but her hearing is defective. Every day she performs man ual labor about the house of her son, contrary to his wishes. The old lady, during the winter months, busies her self knitting stockings.- Mrs. Pressler lives haopily surrounded -by her children and their children's children. She has a vast fund of historical reminiscences. The citizens of Plattekill and adjacent towns propose giving the old lady a banquet when she celebrates her cen tennial. The Stupid Boy. Never set a boy down for stupid be cause he does not make a figure at school. Many of the most celebrated mien who have ever lived have been set down by some conventional pedagogue as don keys. One of the greatest astronomers of the age was restored to his father by the village schoolmaster, with these en: couraging words : "There's no use pay ing good money for his education. All he wants to do is to lie on the grass on his back and stare at the sky. I'm afraid his mind is wrong." Scientific men have often been flogged for falling into brown studies over their books, and many an artist of the future has come to present grief lor drawing all over his copy book and surreptitiously painting the pictures of his geography. Your genius, unless musical, seldom proves himself one in his childhood, and your smug and self-sufficient piece of pre cocity, who takes all the medals, and is the show scholar of the school, often ends by showing no talent for anything beyond a yard stick. Sir Walter Scott was called stupid as a child, and it was not considered to his credit that he was fond of " sich trash " as ballads, and could learn them by heart St any time. At a Fanny Lecture. While I was lectuiing at Washington I saw a lady with an intelligent, pretty face, and bright, eloquent eyes, that were rarely lifted toward the speaker, and then only for a flash of time. They were bent upon her husband's hands almost constantly. Brilliant and ac complished, a f w years ago, she had gone down into the world of voiceless silence, and now all the music and all the speech that comes into her life comes through the tender devotion of her husband, and as 1 talked, 1 watched him telling off the lecture on his nimble lingers, while her eager eyes glanced from them to his sympathetic face. It was a prettv picture of devotion. They were so young to have this cloud shadow the morning skies of their lives, but as I glanced from the voiceless wife to her husband, I thought how beauti fully the sunlight of his devotion was breaking through these clouds, and tint ing even their afflictions with a tender radiance. This discipline of attending unon Buffering is a irood thing for a man. It rounds out his life ; it develops his manlier, nobler qualities; it makes his heart brave and tender and strong as a woman s. Burdt tie. Wives are in great demand at tho set tlement ot Four Lakes, Washington Territory, and one of the inducements held out to women emigrants is that they may elect a mayor and other olh- ceis from their own number. It is said of Sir Isaac Newton's nephew, who w is a clerayman, that he always relused a marriage lee, saying, with much pleasantry: "Go your way. poor children: 1 havo done you mis chief enough already without taking your money." ITIKS OP INTEREST. Nearly 300,000 persons are employed on British and Irish railroads. The Lowell Sun avers that turning a grindstone will sharpen one's appetite. The wholesale ovster business of New York amounts to $25,000,000 yearly. Emperor Francis Joseph, of Austria lunches at noon on black bread and beer. From 8,000 to 10,000 pounds of oleo margarine are sold in Philadelphia daily. The Baroness nirsch gave Adelln Patti 15.000 franca ($3,000) for singing one song at her soiree. Ttf rmnt Voanviiia fa twttlhlAd with " eruptions, and they don't know what to do with the crater. Picyin. A tramp we saw last summer called his shoes 44 Corporations," because they had no soles. marathon Indepcnkent. An Oregon man six feet tall married t woman only three feet in height. Thaf is, she was just half of him, and, course, his better half. Dakota is clamorous to become State. The newspapers of the Terri tory claim that it has a larger popula-' tion now than either of the States of Oregon, Nevada or Florida. For sleeplessness a high London au thority recommends, instead of stimu lants, a breakfast cup of hot beef tea, made from half a teaspoonfnl of Liebig's extract. It allays brain excitement. "Old Father Ellsbree," well-known in Ohio, entered the stall of his prize bull, at Iewis Center, the other day. When found he was dead, for one of the ani mal's horns had been driven through hi heart. A woman living near the foot of the Biue Ridge mountain, Georgia, caught four wild turkeys in a trap recently, and when she tried to get them out they attacked her so fiercely as to break one of her arms. North and South Carolina and Ten nessee are preparing to celebrate the centennial anniversary of the battle of King's mountain, the turning point in the revolutionary war in the boutn. which occurred October 7, 1780, and legitimately led to the final victory at Yorktown. The uniform green color of the vege table world is due to chlorophyll. This substance, however, exists only in mi nute quantity in plants, the leaves of a large tree containing perhaps not more than 100 grains. It appears to be a di rect product of the action of the sun light upon vegetation, a U-Oow cxist in plants kept in darkness. The changes in the color of leaves in autumn are supposed to be due to the oxidation of their chlorophyll. Saturday Night In a Kansas Cattle Tew. The dullness which had so weighed upon us through the long, uneventful alternoon was but a lull, we soon learned, and not a stagnation. With the first ap proach of darkness, the lethargic town rubbed its eyes, so to speak, and leaped to its feet and in a twinkling (it seemed like an incantation. Lastman said). Grand avenue was a carnival of light and motion and music. The broad board sidewalks were crowded with promenaders; smiling groups passed in and out of the drinking saloons and gambling p laces ; in every quarter glasses clinked nnd dice rattled (is th re another sound in the world like that of shaken dice?); violins, flutes and cornets . sent out eager, inviting strains of waltz- and polka from a score or more establish ments, and a brass band was playing patriotic airs in front of the theater, where, oddly enough, the crude moral ity of "Ten Nights in a Bar-room" was about to be presented, 44 with the full strength of the company in the cast," Everywhere the cow-boys made themselves manifest, clad now in the soiled and dingy jeans of the trail. then in a suit of many buttoned cordu roy, and again in affluence of broadcloth, silk hat, gloves, cane, and sometimes a clerical white necktie. And everywhere also stared and shone the Lone Star of Texas for the cow-boy, wherever he may wander, never forgets to be a lexan, ana never spenas nis money or lends his presence to a concern that does not in some way recognize the emblem ot his native State; so you will see in towns like New Sharon a general pandering to this sentiment, and lone stars abound of all sizes ami hues, from the big disfiguring white one painted on the hotel front down- to the little pink one stitched in silk on the cow-boy's shilling handkerchief. Barring these numerous stars, the rich lights, and the music, we missed sight of any special efforts to beguile or entrap passers-by perhaps because we were not looking for them ; nor was there for some hours a sound to reveal the spirit of coiled and utter vileness which . the cheerlul outside s i well belied. It was, in the main, muc'i the kind of scene one would be apt to conjecture for an Oriental holiday. But as .the night sped on the festivities deepened, and the jovial asptct of the picture began to be touched and tinted with a gubtle, rebuking something, which gradually disclosed the passion tho crime, the deprav.'ty, that reallv vivified and swayed it all and made ft infernal. The saloons became clamorous with profanity and ribald songs and laughter. There were no longer any firomenaders on the sidewalks, save once n a while a single bleared and stagger ing fellow.with a difficulty in his clumsy lips over some such thing as "The Girl I left Behind Me." Doors were stealthily closed.window shutters slammed to with angrycreaks. And at length, as we looked and listened, the sharp, significant re port of a pistol, with a shriek behind it, was borne toward os from a turbulent dancing hall to certify its tale of com bat ana probable homicide, and to be succeeded by a close but brief halt In the noisy quadrille presumably for the temoval oi the victim. Henry King, in Scribner
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