VOL LI IL IT HOME. How I Vwr the boor of twilight. Tin tn children gather near And. ofawmg ctoaw their oha.ru beruie me, Th* mTfU ->n my ear : ** rip— t dear sa-ter. tell a etorr. Tel: jart owe. wow. only on Speaks another itUe plea ler. *• Y—. atta the best of ton." In my lap the yoongeat neet'ee. White arm* round my ueck entwiue. Am 1 fro— cot the miety shallow* Her bine eves look op t> mine ; While m awsw to tbeir pleading Far "owe more—oh. jnet one more !" M.xtwie qoaict of troth and legend. Brmg I from my little More . Snatch— wild from dun tra lit on. Mixed with tales from ludiau lore ; While batweeu. in fay'e garden*. Fain— dance a boot the floor ; IVtnrm old from history e pap-a. Wear a$ stil the Noooa of y nth ; Karest gtens m richest eett ng From the holy book of troth. Ihriu— gat era—ahadowe lengthen— Shnk the head upon the hand ; While 1 eat and dream, and wonder, if the fata——shadowy laud ; Wil: my darling* gem the.r pathways With pore tb and deeds snblim ? H,n\ Father ! guide and keep them Ali along the shores of time ! _______________ The Wife's Appeal. Ihe mar people—{heme who manage their neighbor's affairs in theory much bet r than they do their own in practice— shook their heads in sik-nin conclave when Mr. Hep—orth married the second time; but an added shade of venom was in their councils when the village paper noticed, in a flowery paragraph. the birth of a son ami heir at the gnat house. "Pour Clarice." they said, "lias no chance now. It was laul enough when llepworth married a chit of a girl who, of c* orsc, cared for Doming but his money ; Iwit now then- is a son. there is no hope for Clarice."' A young, fcur woman, hers*-If in the very spnng-rime of life, yet having already taken the holy ties of wife and mother into her pure heart, knelt in one of the rooms f the great bouse—knelt to bring her beautiful face nearer to the cradle pillow up-wi which rested Ike soft cheek of her laiiv hov. TW child of wealthy parents, she had ritarried the man she loved and who loved her. and had gone from one home of luxury to preside over another. She was very beautiful, and many had thought ha great sacrifice when she mar ried a man as old as her own father, yet in her sweet humility she only prayed to be j worthy of the love bestowed upon her. A low knock at the door aroused her, and rising to her feet she answered the saimmou*. < i I'pou the threshold stood a woman, a few years older than herself, who led by the ! hand a handsome boy who had seen two summers only. ' The woman was poorly dresseL in a shabby mourning suit, but the child wore dainty white garments. " lhd you wish to see met " Mrs. Hep worth asked, smiling upon the child. "May I cwne in ?" was the woman's question in return. "Certainly. You look tired " The stranger accepted a chair and looked sadly around the room. "Everything is altered," she said in a mournful voice. " Perhaps I had lietter stayed away. Mrs. Hepwortli, you have heard of Clarice Manderson ? " "I have not,'" was the reply. "I am almost a stranger here. We have been traveling ever since I was married until, a few months ago " "And you never heard of me?" said the stranger, the tears rising in her eyes. "Then my errand here is indeed hopeless. If. in his new happiness as your husband, my father never even spoke my name, it is useJeas to hope he will forgive me." " Your father ? Mr. Hepworth your father? He told me he had lost his only daughter." " Not that I was dead; I was lost to him by my own disobedience. You love my father f " Just a smile, proud, happy and tender, answered her. "Then you will understand me, I 'said Clarice. "when I tell von I loved my hus band better than father, home or duty. Father would ant hear of our marriage, and sternly Torhade me to speak to Lucicn Manderem, assuring me that be was a for tune burner, a gambler, and unworthy of nay love. I would not believe this. To me he* was the noblest and ltest of men, and for him I left all to fly secretly from HOTTR and father. I have been bitterly punished. When the letter imploring for giveness was returned to me by my father, with a few brief words casting me from his heart and love, my husband proved what 1 had so fondly hoped was false. He had mtnifd the only child and presumed lwiieas of Hep worth, the millionaire, and found himself burdened with a penniless wife.. I spare you the history of the four years of married misery that followed. Then nay husband and eldest child died of contagious fever. Three months later, on the wry day this boy was horn, I heard of my father's marriage. I returned here, hoping for pardon, iiut the house was shut up. When you came, * determined to make one more effort far forgiveness, hop ing yon would plead for me. Think if he mm an outcaat from his father's love, sor rowing and penitent, and begging of a stranger the gift of his birthright!" "If my pi aver will keep you here, Clarice, yon shall not leave your father's houw again. Mr. Hep worth is in the li brary, and I will speak to him at once." Bht waited a moment to bathe the traces ' * ~ of tears from her face, and came again, smiling, to the anxious group. •'Cheer up, Clarice,*' she said bravely; "what is your little boy's name?"' "Stephen. It was the name of my brother who died. My first child was called after my father." "Suiplion," said Mrs. llepworth, open ing Iter arms, 44 come here, darling, mid kiss your grandmother." The child sprang at oucc to the lovely grandmother, kissing her again ami again. rutting him into his mother's arms tin young wife lifted her own baby from its cradle ami left the rtx>m. In the darkly-furnished library, Mr. llepworth was leaning back in his arm chair. A light step roused him from his reverie and his wife stood before him. Over ler morning dress of delicate rose color, that suited well her fresh young leauty, fell the King white robes of the infant she carried with all the pride of mot herluKxi. Her husband opened his arms to caress 1 Ktli. and laughed as he said; "Oh, these mothers! I>o you supjxise, madame, that babies are admitted into the sanctums of legal gentlemen?" 44 1 do," said the mother, 44 if the legal gentlemen have the additional honor of being their papas." # 44 Listen to this most conceited of moth ers, comparing legal honors with the own ership of little pink roly-polies like that! " 44 Did you know, Harold," said- Meta, her lip quivering slightly, as she felt the deep import of her words, 44 that this 'is mv birthdav, and you have given me no gift?" '•You arc impatient, little wife," he an swered, thinkirg of the costly bauble that was to come without fail by noon. 44 But I would like to choose my own gift," she persisted. 44 What can 1 give my rosebud that slie has not already ?" " Docs not your office include the power of pardon ?" she, asked, her sweet face paling with earnestness. "In a limited degree it does," lie replied, "hut. dear one, I shouldn't like it to be known that I had shown clemency to a criminal upon your solicitation.- You would be constantly annoyed by the lovihg relatives of scamps trying to move me to pity through your intercession." " But this is not a case of roguery, Har old—only a true penitent ; one who erred in extreme youth, was led from a path of duty by a love as warm and true as our own. but mistaken. Oh, dear husband, do you not know for whom I would plead ? Cannot you guess for whom I would beg "Clarice," he asked, lioureely, "who has told you of her ? " "She has come herself to Beck your for giveness." "She is here?" "Yes. You will forgive her? For the sake of our own boy, Harold, let this be a home for her and Stephen." " Stephen !" he cried, starting. " Her son. Her husband is dead. She is widowed, poor and lonely. Let her re turn to your home and your love, Harold.'' There was a moment of silence, and t,he mother softly carried the strong, right hand of her husband in her own until it rested upon the head of the babe in her amis. He looked down and said: "I will grant your birthday wish, Meta. Take me to Clarice." With a tender, loving kiss upon the hand that still rested upon her child's head, Meta led the wav back to her own pretty sitting room, where Clarice awaited the result of her errand: She waited, with fast throbbing heart and trembling lips, for the words that were to give her sorrowing lonely heart peace and rest, or the stern mandate that would close the doors of home upon her and her boy forever. Her gratitude could never fail, she felt sure, for the beautiful woman who had so lovingly undertaken the office of mediator on her behalf, and the tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the unselfish tenderness of her stepmother. As she heard the steps coming across the wide hall toward the room where she was seated, her agitation became too great for patient waiting, and she st<x>d up, holding her child by the hand, her breath coming in quick, panting sobs, her eyes dilated with suspense, and her whole figure quiv ering with intense emotion. It was this eager, flushed face that met the father's eye as he opened the door—the face the child to whom he had given the entire strength of his love for years. He forgot her waywardness, her disnbe (Hence and the six years of absence. He remembered only that she was his only daughter, the child of his dead Clarice, and he opened h's arms, with a smile that carried love and forgiveness to the sore heart. There was a cry of: " Father, dear, dear father! " And they were folded fast in each other's arms, while Meta drew pondering Stephen into an inner room and closed the door. It was not long that Stephen was with held from his grandfather's kiss, for father and daughter alike turned to tie gentle in fluence that ha 4 united them once more. The gossips are divided in tlieir opinions as to the exact amount of hatred and jeal ousy existing between the young widowed daughter and the young wife at the great house, but it would lie quite beyond the power of their narrow minds to understand mack true sisterly love as exists between Clarice Manderson and Mr. Hepworth's second wife. IfiMixuTivEoleomargarinecup sounds more high-toned and pedantic than "Little Buttercup." MIIXHEIM/ PA., THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1879. There's the Difference. Mr. Bowerman and wife left for the country. One could tell that their trunks were not over half full, as they were pitched Into the baggage car with a crash. They began a week ago. When the subject was broached he said he preferred to pack his own.trupk, and he didn't propose to take a whole month to do it, either. All he intended to take along was an extra suit, and he could throw that In most any way. Night before last he began work. It struck him that he'd better put in an extra pair of boots as a foundation and he flung 'em in the corner with his clean shirts. The shirts didn't seem to ride very well, and he Jbraeed them with two pairs of trowsers. Then he stufled his Sunday coat pockets with collars and culls and found a place for it, used his white vests for "chinking," and the balance of his clothing just tit ted in nicely. "The man that takes over ten min utes to pack a trunk is a dolt!" said Mr. Bowerman, as he slaunuod down the lid and turned the key. Mrs Bowerman had been at it just seven days and seven nights, and when her husband went up stairs at ten o'clock she sat down before the trunk with tears in her eyes. "You see how it is," she explained, as he looked down upon her in awful contempt. "I've got only part of my dresses' in here, saying nothing of a thousand other things, and even now the lid won't shut down. I've got such a headache I must lay down for a* few minutes." . ' She went away r to do it and Mr. Bow erman sat down and pi used "Space is space. The use of space is in knowing how to utilize it." Removing everything, he began re packing. He found that a silk dress could be rolled to the size of a quart jug. A freshly starched lawn was made to take the place of a pair of slippers. Iler brown bunting fitted into the niche she had reserved for three handker chiefs, and her best bonnet was turned bottom up in its box and packed full of underclothing. He sat there viewing sufficient empty space to pack in a whole bed when she returned and said he was the only real good husband in this world, and she kissed him on the nose as he turned the key. "It's simply the difference between the sexes," was his patronizing reply as he went down stairs to turn on the burglar alarm. When that wife opened that trunk last night ! But screams and shrieks would avail nothing. "Wlien Judge Meet* Judge—'" At ten o'clock .John Judge, a sun burned citizen in a red shirt and torn trousers, threw his hat on the floor in front of tl.e bench of the Jefferson Market Police Court, New York City. "Aha! Good morning Judge," said the Court. "The same to yersel' Yer Wur shup." * "How long have you been a Judge, John." "Longer nor yon, I guess, sur, only I'm not accushtomed to take my sate an the same soide o, the bench as Yer Wurshuo." "When judge meets judge, then coines " remarked His Honor. "Thin th'ere's sure to be throuble an' moreover, whin the officer says wan judge got drunk." "He could scarcely stand up when 1 g >t him in Thompson street last night. Your Honor," said the officer. "No, sor," said John, "I was afther puttin' in six ton av coal phin this of ficer kera and hot me between the two shoulders wud his elbow an' shtaggcr ed me." "Sure it wasn't the whisky caused the staggering." "Yis sor. I'm 110 judge o'phusky. Av 1 was '* "You wouldn't be here." "Well, 1 won't say agin that, but I'll ax Yer Honor's pardon, an'beg Yer Honor to be a little layment betune oursel's, that is wan judge an' another. 'Twas the change o' the weather alflcted me, Yer Wurshup." " Well, a change of quarters for five days will do you good." "So I'll have to go down for foive days ?" "Only five days this time," said the Court. "Well, that's not so bad, but it might he worse," said John, picking up his hod and marching after bis captor to the home of the "sampler." A Romance. A promising young inan of Mays ville, Ohio, son of one ot its esteemed merchants, was engaged to be married to a beautiful young lady, who, a few days before the wedding took sick and died. Her berieved lover was incon solable, and resolved to put an end to his life. He first wrote this letter to his parents: "What have I to live for? I often think of drinking to drown my troubles, but that would not be showing respect to the one I so dear ly loved. Rather than become a drunk ard I will end it all by a dose of prusslc acid. My last wish is that I may be buried next to Dora, and that two monuments be erected over our graves to cost not less than $500." Then pro ceeded to the room of his late betrothed, he threw himself on her death-bed, swallowed the drug and breathed his last. He was buried beside her in the cemetery, and a monument will he erected according to his wish. A Balloon Uu, Several publications have recently been made in regard to a projected line of balloons to run between Spanish Fort and New Lake End. It lias been found impracticable to construct, with out great expense, a railway between those points, owing to the swampy na ture ot the ground. The details of tiie contemplated balloon have not been correctly or fully stated, and are giveu below. The plun is not original so fat; as the principles involved are con cerned, but the application is genius. It is well known that, while balloons have been constructed which are capa ble of sustaining very large weights,no successful method of directing the course of the air-sbip has boon devised. The plan referred to above utilizes the lull lifting capacity of the balloon and provides the means of controlling its movements. Spiles or posts are set along the lake shore, making a complete circuit, resembling a telegraph line. Along these posts on the top are placed guide rails, ot a peculiar lorin. Fit ting these rails, and sliding freely on them, are riders or attachments to which are made fast the guide ropes holding and guiding the balloon, and so arranged as to brace It against the wind Irom any direction. Fitted in the posts are pulleys, over which is passed a wire rope, making a complete circuit like a belt and gliding on the pulleys; and this rope is moved at any proper rate of speed by an engine sta tioned at a proper point in the circuit. The balloon is made in an eliptieal form, the length twice the height and pointed at the ends, thus giving the least surface for resistance to the atmo sphere. From this suspended by the netting which envelops the balloon is an iron frame, on which the car is hung by double pivots,similar to a ship's bin nacle. The weight being in the car it remains in its proper position, being braced by the guide ropes, while the float or balloon oscillates above it if moved by the wind. The car is fitted with a grappling attachment which passes through tackle in tiie frame and to the car. The moving wire lope is seized by the grappling hook and the car and lloat move forward, drawn by the endless rope and guidedby the rud ders which slide along tiie rails, from which it is impossible for them to be come detached. If it is necessary to stop, the grapple can be let go instant ly and the ear stopped. Any number of cars can be used, following each other at short intervals. The guide ropes can be lengthened at will and the car allowed to float at any desired height, being under perfect control, t he posts having only a weight of the guide rails, and no grading being re quired, it will be seen that cost of con struction is comparatively small. The plan appears to be leasible. It remains to be seen how it will work when put into actual operation. 11 the attempt is successful, the aerial route will be extensively patronized. It is under >tood that a company is being formed to undertake the enterprise. Hunting Orang-OutangK. "To get down to business, Mr. Ilorns day, I'd like to listen to your own ac count of orang-outang hunting in Bor neo," quoth a young man with a pen cil and note-book. "All right; lire away with your questions and I'll keepe v en with you," replied the naturalist, as lie gave another twist to the lbix padding with which lie was winding the wooden-arm skeleton and iron rod to fill out one of the largest beast's hide. "When and how did you get settled down to business as a hunter in Borneo?' "It was in the fall of 1878 —I think in the month of September, that 1 shot this specimen upon which 1 am now working. He was in size and weight next to the largest one I secured —welgl * a little more than 170 pounds. The orange inhabit the river country and adjacent marshes, where there is quite a growth of scrubby forest. One day, as several ol my native assistants and myself were paddling our boat lazily down the river, we heard one of those howls, or growls, or bellows, which could not be mistaken for anything else than the expressive voice of a good big mias. We kept a close lookout, and bv and-by I caught the first glimpse ol one of those great, red, shaggy knees up in a top tree. Then I saw the ugly old monster lazily reaching from bough to bough—and the sight of such an orang, reaching six or seven feet every time, was a spectacle to behuld. I waited my opportunity, fixed the stock of my gun snugly against my shoulder and drew a bead on ids majesty. The ritle ball lodged in his great, broad chest, and his huge, ugly formswaved a little in the struggle between life and death. Then down it came with a rattling, crackling crash, almost falling into our boat, whtcli would certainly h.nve swamped us. Oh ! how I would like to shoot that old fellow over again now ! There was game forfyou, such as the American hunter would hardly lee", en couraged to dream of. 1 had six or eight of the natives to assist me, and they at once declared that this was the largest mias they had ever seen. Ac cordingly they gave him the name "Rajah Pedang," or, in other words, the Governor of Pedang. 'lhey are al most sure to call a big thing,, either in the form of man or beast, a "rajah." "The orang must be a beast of very ugly disposition when captured alive, is he not?" "Yes, sometimes. I got on e allde during tuy stay In Borneo. He was a young one—not longer than an eight or ten year old boy. When we discovered him he was in a tree which stood out alone by itself. The darkies cut the tree down, and there he was. We had forked sticks already for him, and we put one of these over his neck, thus pinning him down to the ground. 1 would rather have put my head against a buzz saw then than into his mouth. He was us mud as u tiger, and took no pains to conceal his ferocity. On the contrary, he displayed it to the very best advantage. After we had secured him safely we tantalized him, just to see how far he would go in his anger. He actually became so enraged that he took one of his OWH fingers be tween ills teeth and bit it through to the solid bone. Then, when we got him into the boat, he managed to get hold of one of the lingers of his dead mother laying beside him, and bit that quite as fiercely as he did his own. I tied a rope around his neck and took him home to headquarters. There I assigned him to a bath-room, where he could have everything ids own way. But he was surly and wouldn't eat much of anything, though I did my level best to keep him supplied with the delicacies of the season, and especially with boiled rice, which is deemed good for the orang-outang when in captivity. But He only hung upon the rafters with those long arms of tils and wouldn't eat, except when lie tried to eat me. I couldn't induce luui to become an ad mirer of mine, and he pined away, as orang-outangs always do in captivity. Their disposition seems to be such that they prefer death to bondage, and this Is probably the reason they are so sel dom seen even in the best of menager ies. One night we heard a heavy thud in the bath-room, aud when we went in to see what was the matter there lay the little inias. whose own obstinacy had been the death of him." "Now, Mr. Hornaday, people will doubtless be curious to know what you chink about orangsor gorillas handling clubs in fighting man, as has been alleg ed by some persons claiming a know ledge on such subjects. How is it!" "1 do not believe there is a beast in the world that does anything of the kind, lam aware that one of our re cognized authorities in natural science has stated that the gorilla will utilize almost anything he can lay hold on for a weapon. However, I have uiy doubts on that point, continued by considera ble observation and experience. CoUUlitig a Streak of Lightning. At night my husband comes home with u rush, hangs his hat upon the lloor, throws his coat upon the tlrst chair, sends his boots tlyiug in another uirectien, works his feet into his slip pers while unlolding his paper, reads, eats, reads again until bed time, throws his paper down for some one else to pick up end rushes oil to bed. This is the programme, with exceptions, until Sat urday night. Sunday morning he bolts his breakfast and tears around while getting into his 'Sunday best' and rushes oft' to church; comes home aud bolts his dinner (never eats), reads a litile, sleeps a little and away he goes again. When he tries to keep quiet he is sure to make the more noise; if he starts to go around a mud , uddle he is sure to step Hat into it; if lie crosses the room carefully he is sure to kick the table leg or fall over a chair; and let him go to a table where a spare clean cloth lias been spread and you will see more ol 'decorative art' in five nnnutes than you ever dreamed could be accom plished in so short a time. He is tem perate, naturally kind hearted, attends strictly to business and pays liis debts like a man; was once chatty and do mestic, loud of his family and home, but lias allowed himself to drift with this rushing, reading habit, until now nothing could break it up short of break ing his neck. Fancy a wife trying to coddle sueh a streak of lightning." A Cane of Connclenee. The Kev. Or. Macleod, father of Dr. Xorman Macleod, passing through the crowd gathered before the doors of a new church he was about to open was stopped by an elderly man with : "Doc tor, if you please, 1 wish to speak to you." Asking if lie could not wait un til after worship, lie replied that it was a matter upon his conscience. "Oh, since it is matter of conscience, Duncan," said the good natured min ister, "I will hear what It is." "Well, doctor," saul Duncan, the matter is this. Ye see the clock yon der on the new church. Now there really no clock there, only the face of one; there Is no truth there, only once in twelve hours; and In my mind that is wrong, very wrong, and quite against the conscience, that there should be a lie on the face of the house of the Lord." The doctor promised to consider tho matter. "But," said he, "I'm glad to see you looking so well, man. You are not young. 1 remember you for many years, but you have a fine head of hair still." "Eh, doctor!" exclaimed the unsus pecting Duncan. "Now ye are joking. It is long since I had my hair." Dr. Mcleod looked shocked and an swered In a tone of reproach: "Oh, Duncan ! are you going into the house of the Lord with a lie on your head ?" He heard no more of the lie on the face of the clock. Th Professor and the Parasol. We are acquainted with a good natured and at the same time astute old professor, who maintains that it is quite impossible for a man to properly and correctly hold a parasol over the head of an attractive young lady. He him self has wrestled successfully with Pliny, Plato and Sophocles; he has written historical works; he under stands many languages; he is well posted in philosophy, psychology and metaphysics ;but when it conies to hold ing a parasol so that the shade will slumber on the features of a lady, he freely admits that he is at sea, and that every university in the land should add to Its other attractions a parasol chair. Last summer he took a walk In Cen tral Park with a young lady. Before they hud journeyed far she intrusted her parasol to bim. He held it most aesthetically lor about five minutes and then it shifted out of position and his arm began to tremble. "You are not shading me at all," she lisped, ."you are throwing all the shade on that ho-se over there." The professor apologised, and once more got the parasol where it would do the most good. It was beginning to get a little heavier. His arm trembled like an aspen. He thought he was carrying a keg of nails. "Now, then, you goose," she broke in, "you'll have me all sunburned di rectly. Hold it up so; see?" The professor saw. He was longing for a chance to get under a tree so he could get a rest, but she Would not go near one; she had an idea that a g:od sun bath was just what she needed. "Is not that a lovely scene?" she warbled, "just look at the pretty stretch of waving grass dotted with flowers!" "Delightful, delightful," replied the professor, at he worked his other hand around and deposited his elbow on itao that his parasol arm would not drop out by the roots. "And there's that little herd of sheep calmly grazing—well, now I declare, Henry, that parasol is all out of the way, can't you hold it forward a little more?" < He does as directed, but only places himself in a more painful position. "Won't you have some ice-cream, Maudie," he whispers, iu the hopes of getting into a saloon in which he can rest his arm. "I never touch it," che replies. He would like to change hands first rate, but he doesn't want to admit his misery. He feels so weak that his shirt sticks to his back, and his collar seems to evaporate. His heart beats like the minute-hand of a clock. He braces himself and actually uses his feet to keep the shade machine in posi tion, and then she calmly takes it from him and tells him that men dont know anything, anyhow. He lets her take it and puts his hand in his coat pocket, as if he feels that it can't support its own weight. When they go out together now she holds the parasol. He lets her do it too tor they are married now. The Nightmare. In some parts of Germany the night mare is simply called Mar or Mahrt. It is a mare or horse figure. At the same time It reminds us, by name as well as by some of its attributes, of the Verilc spirits, departed souls, or storm phan toms—the Maruts,y,- ho assist Indra with their roaring tempest-song in the bat tle he has to fight—even as the Valkyrs assist Wodan. The special connection of the North-German Mar with the Valkyrs, or shield-maidens, those terri ble choosers of victims that came on horseback from, the Cloudiand of the Odinic creed, is provable through the name which the nightmare still bears iu Oldenberg. It is there walled die Wal-Riderske —that is, the Little Battle- Rider, or Little Carrior of the Slain. This spectral figure as the feminine ar ticle shows, is conceived as a maiden— like all Valkyrs. Besides the Wal-liid erske, there is another German night mare form, called Ritt-Meije —Riding Maiden. This name, too, reminds us of the Horso Val-Meyjar, or Battle Maid ens. The Valkyr character of the Ger mau Mar comes out eveu more strongly in a nocturnal witch-phantom—also called Wal-Riderske —which uses the horses in stables for a spectral ride. In the morning these animals are said to be found in their place quite ex hausted and covered with sweat. Oth erwise they are well fed by, and thriv ing, under the hands of ghostly figures that bestrides them; whereas, those horses iu the stable that are not used by the Littie Battle-Rider, remain lean. Here we seem to get the superior effect of a semi-divine treatment of the steeds by spectral forms that once were cup bearers of Odin and his heroes in Wal hilla, as well as shield-maidens and battle-messengers of the great god. As late as the eleventh century, the belief lingered in Germany that some women, supposed to bo witches, were raised at night into the air, when they engaged in a spectral battle, giving and receiv ing wounds. It was said that these wo men formed part of the retinue of Holda, or Frau Holle. This fay of the folk tale is but a later mirage of the goddess Freia-Holda, who once acted as the leader of the Valkyrs. A connecting link of all these superstitions is con tained in an antistrophic Song of the Edda, between Thor and Harbard, (Odin) mentions witch-like "riders of the night," or noctournal horsewomen, whom he lures away from their hus bands. In the Eddie Song of Helgi al>o, Nightmares, or Night-Rtders, are mentioned in the sense of semi-divine or Titanic spectral forms, who ride out of the aiouths of rivers or to sea, in or der to deliver up the heroic vikings to Ran, the destructive goddess of the wild and seething sea-waves, and consort Aeglr, whose name ("Eager") still lingers in English boatmen's language. Thus, we get, "Night Mares," or "Nigbt Riders," always in a Valkyr sense. In folk-tales still current in Ger many quite lately—or,for aught I know even now—lt is said that a Mar or War * Hidernke of the first mentioned kind has sometimes been captured by means of the key-hole, or knot-hole in the beam of the room in which she had penetra ted at night being stopped up,when she was discovered to be a beautiful maiden. Many a "Mare" so struck a man's fan cy that he married, and had children irom her. But when consumed with longing for her spectral home, she ask ed him to draw the plug from the knot hole, she suddenly vanished. The tale sliows the ease with which the messen gers of the former Storm-God Odin made their entrance and escape through the smallest opening where his and their element—the air—comes in. The Marut character ot the Teutonic Mar forms is also apparent from the facility of theirs of penetrating through the smallest holes. A Glass of Lemonade. He was a dapper little fellow, as tidy as a new pin, and as he entered one of the "sample rocms" on Woodward avenue, Detroit, the other day the bar tender mentally remarked: "That fellow will call for cham pagne," but he was mistaken; the little fellow leaned over the bar and said: "I want a tumbler two-thirds full ol water and some pieces of pure ice in the tumbler." It was handed him and he asked': "Do you ever have a lemon about the place?" "Yeß." "Well, gently squeeze one into the tumbler." The squeezing process took place and the little man continued*: / •<> "Do you have raspberries out here?" "We do." "Well put two into the tumbler." They were added, and he put his hand to his brow, tried hard to collect his memory, and suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! yes—sugar' I knew I ceuld think of it. Add a spoonful of sugar.'' While it was being added the little man dropped onto three kernels of cof fee, a powdered cracker and a bit of cheese and then said: "If you keep Madeira you can add a spoonful." The Madeira was added, the glass shaken, and the little man opened a long morocco case which he took from a side pocket, took out a solitary straw, carefully cut off an inch or two from one end and said: "Owing to the prevalence of malarial diseases in your western country 1 find it t.lie best way to carry my owu straw with me. A lellah kinder hates, you know, to use everybody's straw, you know, especially out west here." Ho pinned his handkerchief underhis chin, brushed back his mustache and began drawing. The bar-keeper's pet dog came in when tiie glass was half drained, and the little man took the straw from his mouth and said : "Plwease remove vour dawg to the rear room, I can nevah dwink lemon ade with a dawg in the room." The "dawg" was esoorted out, and when the bar-tender returned the little man had dlsapppeared and the glass had been emptied of even the lemon peel. Went up on the Cellar Door. A farmer of Cynthlana township came to town one day this week to make a few purchases. It happened that he called at an establishment where au elevator is in use. In order to furuish the articles desired it was necessary to go into an upper story, and the salesman said to the customer, "Just get on, and we'll go up." The startled granger looked around and said, "On where?" He was given the desired information, and they started up. The upward flight was evidently something new to the farmer, who at tested his appreciation of it by remark ing, "This beats all nations, don't it?', The salesman smilingly said he rather thought it did. In the meantime a son of the farmer became impatient and came into the store-room below looking *or him. The farmer seeing his son, stepped to the hatchway and said. "You can't come up here, son; I came up on the cellar door, and it's up here yet!" Turpentine. fp A scientist has noted the effects of inhalation of spirits of turpentine on men and the lower animals. In the former there were produced headache giddiness, irritability, pricking and tearfulness in the eyes, weakness of sight, irritations of phayrnx and larynx, vomiting, etc. Habit enables men to bear the vapors longer. An' mals which died from the acute pois oning by the vapor in confined spaoe showed congestion, and free drops of the condensed spirit in the blood. NO. 37.
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