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VOL. 59.
An Bvontful Night.
lias any of us, 1 wonder, a distinct
ly dual nature—the one dispassionate
and just,the other unreasoning and im
petuous V Or in some remote and uu
guessed niche of our souls does there
sit enthroned a small and potent de
mon, which sometimes breaks restraint
and lets loose among our better senses
the hounds of anarchy to deafen con
science with their yells and hunt our
dearest loyes to the bitter death ?
I can moralize and marvel now, since
all is over and done ! I can marvel if
I were possesed by same unguessed and j
puissant spirit not my own, in one mel
ancholy episode of my life ; or if some ,
uncanny and unworthier duality of my
beiug had quickened to volition within |
me. For certainly what I had been be- \
fore and what I have been since, I was
not in that deplorable time which I
shudder to recall.
I was not ill, nor harassed, nor des
pondent ; I was strong of body, my j
mind was content, my heart at rest,
when I was suddenly impelled to tire
maddening belief that I was wronged
as mau had never been wronged before,
and when every impulse of soul aud
sense seemed goading me on for ven
geance and human blood.
That particular evening I was sitting
alone in the yet unlightcd library of
my aomewhal isolated suburban resi
dence.
Outside was a deliciously fresh and
balmy dusk—a serene and beguiling
hiatus between the settiug of au un
clouded sun and the rising of a stormy
moon ! The wiuds were still ; the
great maples were motionless ; there
were no sounds save those of occasion
al hoofs and wheels along the uueven
and ungraded highway, or those of the
uneasy river complaining with the bur
den of the prolonged Spring rains.
Nothing was visible but the formless
shadows where all*was shade—nothiog
more but the dim gleam of the scented
lilac bloom, and of one narrow beam of
light which issued from a window of
the music-room at the far end of the
long and low veranda.
As I sat there gazing dreamily out
into the balmy dusk and listening
drowsily to the grumbling of the res
tive river —somebody began softly in
toning some fanciful operatic air, aud
then presently an exquisite voice arous
ed the hushed gloaming with strain af
ter straiu of happy melody.
With a sense of influite peace, of se
renest delight, I leaned back in my
luxurious chair aDd closed my content
ed eyes. My Lyre was singing—my
wife—the beautiful songstiess I bad
lured from ao anticipated carreer of
conquest and splendor,and caged in the
calmer and prosier stronghold of my
wedded affections.
I had neyer wondered if Lyrie might
some time regret her marriage with a
man neither particularly young nor
especially attractive ; I had never ques
tioned if she might some time regret
the love for which she had renounced a
more dazzling life ; I loved her, and
she was mine. And in the yet undi
minished charm of our loving, I hdd
never cared to speculate of what might
be—of what might have been in a time
of which I had no knowledge ; of what
might be if for her the charm were dis
solved in the alchemy of latent ambi
tions or undivined illusions.
I distrusted nothing. I apprehended
nothing ; my mind was content and
my heart at rest, as in the dreamy dusk
I leaned luxuriously back in my li
brary chair and serenely listened to the
exquisite voice singing :
"A passionate ballad gallant and gay,
A mental song like a trumpet call !
Singing of Death and Honor which
cannot die 1"
But as I listened the song ceased—
ceased abruptly with a sharp disson
ance and with a little janflle, as if her
lingers had come down with a startled
crash upon the resplendent keys of the
piano.
Then all was silent. And in the
midst of the silence, with a flash and a
shock, the unguessed demon unlashea
the turbulent jealousies and madden
ing doubts ; or the unreasoning duali
ty of my beiDg quickened to a volition
which belied my sober senses. At the
instant I was assailed by neither a cra
zy suspicion nor a morbid premonition
but by a vivid and impellent conviction
that some concealed and gruesome
thing was about to be disclosed to me.
"Something startled her from her
singing, and she is not one to be star
tled by what threatens no evil." whis
pered the voice which was so unlike my
own. "Some person has sulked
through the garden and through the
veranda casements, and so, unseen and
unheard, has gained her presence.
Shi has been too suddenly confronted
by some phantom from her past, by the
ghost of some ill starred thing which
she had deemed forever buried from
her sight. And perhaps even now she
is bewailing what might have been and
planning for what might be."
MILLHEIM PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 27., 1885.
Such was the summary of those and*
de i and inexplicable convictions. I
had no souse of hesitancy or scruple ;
and 1 was possessed by the deliberate
and sanguinary cunning of a crafty
maniac.
I neither sighed nor muttered execra
tions. Bub I smiled grimly as I arose
from my chair and with i stealthy
tread walked from tho library and
down the yet unlighted corridor toward
the music-room.
The door was ajar, and I felt not the
minutest surprise as 1 peered into the
apaitment and beheld the confirmatory
scene which was being enacted there.
There indeed was an intruder—a tall
man cloaked like a brigand of ro
mance—a handsome man, whose broad
rakish hat flared hack from a counte
nance impressively pallid and haggard 1
His arms were about my Lyrie, her
golden head dropped against his breast
and she was weeping bitterly.
"I could not believe you would r6-
main from mo so long if you were a
uiong the living," she was sobbing just
audibly. "Can nothing be done ? Can
we not plan something that I may bo
near you V—that you may come to me
sometimes V"
"You wero happier to believe me no
longer among the living. Yon will be
happier, too, if we shall moot again no
more," tho man answered with some
tierce passion kindling in his haggard
black eyes.
He lifted her dropping face,ho kissed
ttie beautiful brows, lie unloosed her
pleading hands—and then ho turned
swiftly away.
As lie vanished through tho opened
casement of tho veranda, she glanced
up aud perceived me advancing toward
her.
With the glance her great blue eyes
dilated and darkened with unmistaka
ble terror. Perhaps my accusing g*ze
affrighted her and she feared, she kuew
not what ; foi with a scared little cry
she shruuk back aud hid her paling fuco
in both her trembling hands.
But I did not heed her ! Any emo
tion of hers -whether of fear or ie
morse or shame—was ndthing to me
then. I was intent only in tho pursuit
of a cloaked figure vanishing outside—
a flying shadow whero all was shade.
I had been impelled to the belief that I
was wronged as man was never wrong
ed before ; but I had no upbraiding
just then for her —my vengenance was
meant for him for whom she had cared
before I met aud loved her, perchance,
and for whom she still cared I
The stormy moon was just visible a
mong the thickening clouds ; the wind
was begiuning to sigh among the
great maples ; the gumbling oi the
river sounded nearer and more near, so
I hastened onward, hearing now and
then the uncertain thud of reckless
footsteps, or seeing a rakish hat loom
ing like a black silhouette ngainßt a
gleam of white moonshine.
On and on I hastened in stealthy
pursuit,through the extensive grounds,
across a wooded incisure of knolls and
hollows, and so emerged upou an aban
doned road—a deeply excavated curve
which somewhere intersected the high
way.
The cloaked figure with the rakish
hat had become altogether invisible,
but of his propinquity I was certain.
For a saddled horse was nibbling the
lush swampy grasses in a hollow down
the roadway, and there were vaguely
suggestive rustlings among the vines
and elders between me and the river,
which just there widened to a sullen
and almost bankless current.
"The clump of elders is his last co
vert," I thought, grimly, as I descend
ed into the curving roadway and stalk
ed toward the marshy crescent of
ground which flanked the river.
And he was there, indeed ; but not
erect and hostile and defiant. He lay
prone upon the earth, moveless, as if
he had composed himself for slumber,
and totally unaware that a Cain had
tracsed him to his retreat.
What denunciations I uttered I do
not kuow ; I only know that I clutch
ed his brigandish cloak, that I dragged
him to an upright posture, and that
some murderous thing glittered iu my
determined gup.
"A man with broken bones and emp
tied veins is not likely to defend him
self," I was at length conscious he had
said in strangely strengthless tones.
And as I glared upon him I perceiv
ed that his garments were drenched
with blood, and that one stout foot
dangled uselessly beneath bis cloak.
"I stumbled over the brink of the
excavated roadway, and some splinter
ed rail has forestalled your bullet," he
explained with a sort of satiric humor
as I in voluntarily Jo wered the murder
ous thing which menaced him.
At this juncture there was an ap
palling crash like the booming of thun
der, and then a rumblilng and roaring
like an onset of artillery.
Instinctively I turned my gaze to
wards the neighboring bills. I knew
what had happened ; burdened with
A PAPER FOR TH E HOME CIRCLE
the prolonged Spring rains, the restive
riyer had rent assunder some fettering
dam above, and tho mighty floods were
already deluging the land.
In another half hour the roadway
would be au impassable torrent, the
marshy crescent would bo a plunging
sea, and my helpless arch-enemy must
persisli if nothing intervened to spare
him.
I would leave him to his doom, as
suredly ! I should be an idiot to do
otherwise !
And thou with a shock and a flash,
the demon, tho lunacy, tho unworthier
duality, or whatever it might have
been, was extinguished within me.
Perhaps I had lAen un idiot already, 1
began to reflect I If my girlish bride
had loved hitn in a time of wi.icli I had
no knowledge, even If she still loved
him, even if she had meditated wrong
to me, I should indeed be idiotic lo do
ought which would lie joy to my foes
and grief to them that esteemed me,
and an eternal ignomy to myself! I
would instead he his deliverer ; I
would take him back to her, and then I
would leave them to themselves ; I
would have done with them forever,
and I would go my way alone l
My reflections# if comprehensive,
were of short duration. Already a
vast avalanche of seething water was
tumbling down the valley, already the
rebelious river was rioting over knolls
and hollows, and down yonder in the
streaming road-bed a riderless horse
was whinnying for his welluigh insen
sible cavalier.
"Come," I began in my own natural
voice, "life is as dear to you as to me,
and I shall not leave you to perish here.
Arouse your courage a bit; if you can
keep the saddle for a half mile, you will
be safe."
I had fancied a few moments before
that my vehemence and menaces only
mystified him : but he understood dis
tinctly euough BOW.
My task was sufficiently perilous,
and accomplished none too soon. We
had scarcely gained the elevated ground
above the roadway when the watery
avalanche thundered down aud sub
merged even the precipitous brink over
which be so unltlckily stumbled.
He was safe ; but of my own safety
I had been too incautious. For even
as I momently lingered on tho brink
my footing failed me, the flood smote
me, and then I knew no more.
When consciousness was restored to
me, I was lying in my own chamber,
aud my darling was kneeling beside my
bed her beautiful beloved face all wan
and anguished with a trouble which 1
knew was for me alone.
"Life was worthless to my poor
brother.and you would have giveu your
own that he might live," I heard her
murmur.
I needed no more to understand the
truth. The night was gone like some
weirdly distorted dream ; and in the
glory and gladness of the dawning, I
put an arm about her and drew her to
my heart.
"You have never told me about your
brother—tell me now," I said.
The explanation was sufficiently lu
cid. No doubt her brother had been
more sinned against than sinning ; but
all the same be had teen condemned
for a grievious offense, and he was a
fugitive from pursuing justice. For
years she had believed him dead, nnd
now I did not marvel she was so star
tled by the phantom from the past.
And now when all is over and done,
my mind content, my heart at rest, I
can calmly marvel and moralize upon
the chaotic misery of that eventful
night ! I can wonderingly question if
I were possessed by some frenzied spirit
not my own, or if some unreasoning
and inconsistent duality of ray being
had been quickened to uncanny volition
within me I
Two for a Cent Apiece.
A young editor, bright,poor and pun
sterous, had won the affections of a
rich man's daughter, and they fixed a
day for him to call on the father, and
on that day ho was promptly at tho old
gentleman's office.
'Good morning, sir,' ho said, confi
dently, but ready to run; 'I have called
on you on a matter of—'
'We don't want any advertising to
day,' interrupted the old gentleman,
looking up quickly over his glasses.
'I am not oa that business, sir. I
came to ask you for your daughter.'
'What do you want with her ?'
'Marry her.'
'What for V
'For better or worse.'
'What does tho girl say V
'She says she will be my wife.'
'Uh ! l r ou haven't got a cent in the
word, haye you V
'Yes, sir. She gave assent, and if
you will do the same, that will make
two, and we can buy a postage stamp
and . write to you for the balance of our
salary.'
It was a wretched attempt, but be
got the girl.
Hickory, Dickory, Dock.
Weezy was so auxious to help that
she made it hard for hersell and for the
family. She burned her fingeis to stir
i ing hot apple sauce fur Bridget. She
woke np the baby in trying to curl the
few hairs on his little bald head. She
meddled with mamma's knitting work
till she had lost every needle. Papa
llaynes laughed at these things ; but
when Weezy learned to open his writ
ing desk he looked grave.
"This'll novor do," said lie lo mam
ma. "Tho child will ho tearing my pa
pers next."
So no locked tho desk, and hung tho
key above the tall clock beside it.
"There my young squirrel, you won't
reach that in a hurry," he said to him
self, kissing his little daughter good
by.
After he was gone mamma stepped
into the kitchen to tell Bridgot about
dinner. Weezy stayed in the sitting
room to sing Sambo to sleep. Every
time she rocked back in her small chair
she could see the key shinuiug over the
clock. It loooked very much out of
place. She wondered why her papa
had put it there. She wanted to whist
le with it. Oli hum ! if she was a lit
tle speck of a bird she would fly against
and brush it down with her wiugs. Or
if Sambo was only au angel ! She dan
ced across the floor, and threw him
up as high as she could. Instead of
knocking down the key she knocked
poor Sambo's stocking yarn head a
gaiust the wall, and he fell fl it upon
the top of the clock.
"Lio still. Sambo," cried Weezy,
mounting a chair. From tho chair she
easily climbed to tho broad shelf of the
desk. There she rested a moment,
leaning her chin on the top of the desk
and patting Sambo. But she did not
take him to her arms, for not far above
hung the key. She had set her little
heart on getting it.
What do you think tho little sprite
did next ? All by berself she scram
bled to the very top of that big desk.
Standing on tiptoe she tried to reach
oyer the clock ! Even tbeu she was not
quite tall enough to grasp the key with
her chubby little fingers ; but by perch
ing upon Sambo she got it at last.
By the time mamma came hack Wee
zv had opened the desk and cut one of
papa's deeds into paper dolls.
Papa was vexed enough at noon
when he saw them.
"The loss of that deed will give me a
great deal of trouble," said he to mam'
ma. "How did Weezy come by the
key of my desk V"
" 'Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock I' "
answered mamma, laughing.
"Why, why, is it possible 1" said
papa, turning pale. "I'm thankful
she didn't break her neck—our little
mouse of a Weezy."—Oar Little Ones.
A Chinese Printing Offloe.
Iu a San Francisco Chinese printing
office the maimer of putting a newspa
per on the press aud printing is yery
priraitiye. The editor takes American
newspapers to frießds, from whom he
gets a translation of the matter he
needs, and after getting it written in
Chinese in a matter satisfactory to liim
he carefully writes it upon paper chem
ically prepared. Upon the bed of the
press, which is of the stylo that went
out of use with the last century, is a
lithograph stone. Upon this the paper
is laid until the impression of the char
acters is left there. A large roller is
inked and passed oyer the stone after it
has been dampened with a wet sponge,
and nothing remains but to take the
imprfssion upon the newspaper to be.
The Chinese pressman prints three pa
pers every five minutes, five papers in
tho same time less than Benjamin
Franklin had a record fot. The life of
a Chinese journalist is a happy one. He
is free from care and thought, and al
lows all the work of the establishment
to be done by the pressman. The Chi
nese compositor has not arrived. The
Chinese editor,like the rest of his coun
trymen is imitatiye. lie does uot de
pend upou his brain for editorials, but
translates them from all the contempo
raneous American newspapers he can
get. There is no humorous department
in the Chinese newspaper. The news
paper office has no exchanges scattered
over the floor, ana in nearly all other
things it differs from the American es
tablishment. * The editorial room is
connected by a ladder with bunks on
the loft above, where the managing ed
itor sleeps, and next to it is,invariably,
a room where an opium bunk and a lay
out reside. Evidences of domestic life
aie about the place, pots, kettles, and
dishes taking up about as much room
as the press. In all cases, no disposi
| tion is shown to elevate the position of
the "printer" above his surroundings.
If an editor finds that journalism does
not pay, he gets a job washing |dishes
:or chopping wood,and he does not think
I lie has descended far, either.
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A Sand Storm. .
Midday, everything sweltering and
seething in the sun that happens to
be exposed to it; everybody bubbling
—positively bubbling—with perspira
tion that happens to be in the shade ;
thermometer looks as if it would burst
—I am afraid to say how high the
mercury has risen—in fact, the perspi
ration jiours so Into my cyos that I
cannot sec the small figures. Rock
and t and pain the eve by their glare.
A black, dense, mud-colored cloud
suddenly appears on the horizon at
the south, a first a speck, thon grow
ing larger and larger, rolling rapidly
toward us, r.ow in the distance, now
nearer and nearer. Down go tents,
and up in the air go straw huts and
sheds, while the palm branches wave
and nod like the plumes of a hearse
caught in a gale, or cf the helmet of a
knight at a mad gallop.
On, on it rolls, that grimy, fast-rid
ing cloud. Now I cannot see twenty
yards ahead of mc. The landscape is
suddenly enveloped in a black shroud.
It bursts upon my hovel. Away, a
\vay,away go my half-answered home
letters. Who shall catch them ? 'Go
run after them; quickly, quickly, boy.'
lam enveloped in sand. Over goes
my only globe lamp—crash ! My bot
tle of seven dnjs' allowance ot lime
juice—it totters and capsizes, Down
come the spiders, and away bolt the
rats—whom I encourage to run about
and eat the scorpions, centipedes
and white ants. In comes a flock of
little crimson-headed bats,and tumble
exhausted. In have no doors or win
dows to be blown in, and there is no
fear of a shower of broken glass, such
as I havo seen during a sirocco on the
shores of the Levant. Books, sketch
es, writing paper, manuscript, linen,
lie scattered on the floor, I was going
to say, no, the earth—we have no
floors here in Ethiopia, buried in a
moment in black dust; and over goes
my only bottle of cognac, kept for
medical purposes.
I put my head out ot my window,
was I going to write ? I mean a
square hole in one of the four mud
walls forming what is called by court
esy a house. I was blinded as quick
ly as any inhabitant of the cities of
the plain was by the hand of the an
gel. My eyes w T ere instantly filled
wlth saud, every molecule of which
was a burning spark, every particle a
scintillation. It wearied mc to find
my way to my washing-stand, I mean
my pile ot old wooden cases,on which
was balanced my basin, an old biscuit
tin, with a classically shaped red am
phora in it. Finding it at length I
cleanse my eyes, smarting with the
fiery dust, and put on a pair of huge
green goggles, all glass; these are the
ouly kind that keep out the sand.
Thus armed I looked forth into the
moving mountain of sand. A burn
ing blast like unto the breath of a
fiery furnace, scorches my face, dries
up my skin, stopping eyery pore. I
look into the heavens. The sun was
a blood-red ball of fire floating "all in
a hot and copper sky," while along
the horizon hung a lurid light, such
as one sees on the ocean before a
storm. In the distance trees, huts
and tents were invisible, but near one
could just make out the winding, lead
colored Nile, lashed into billows. A
dense cloud, which enveloped all seem
ed raining fire, the atmosphere as if
seething, boiling, sputtering. And
now waltzing, whirling along the banks
came the "devils" (shaytams), as the
Arabs call them, the sand spouts
aerial giants—each in<? ulging in a pas
seul, their high, fantastic figures rear
ing their heads from earth to heaven.
One is reminded of the djin of the "Ar
abian Knights" let out of the casket in
which King Solomon had sealed him
up, and rising as a tall column of
smoke. How grim and grewsome are
they! No doubt the fanciful ghouls,
efreets aenii of the Arab folklore drew
their origin from such as these. And
a destructive element are these rolling
spiral sand billows—powerful agents of
disintregation,haying a grinding,rough
ing action on rocks and stones —as they
ride the whirlwind, accelerating de
struction in a country replete with de
caying pedigrees of decaj—a country
where all changes are no't of life, but of
destruction —where the characteristics
of the scenery around are heaps of
rocks breaking into fragments.
And these gusts of sand penetrate
everywhere, into clefts and fissures of
stones, eating into and sapping their
foundations and acting with immense
mechanical strength, lifting and rolling
rock over rock. There is a wierd and
tioa(ln danoa nil arnnnd .in dllll and
NO. 33*
lurid glare. Now I am enveloped in a
heaving mountain of sand ; the air is
stifling, my mouth is parched, speech
is impossible without wetting the lips,
the tongue is swollen. I never before
propperly understood u tht J darkness of
the Egyptian plague" which "could be
felt." Half an bour-the sand tornado
has swept by. I can hear the rush of
scared horses, mules, donkeys and cat
tle, as they rush madly by, having
broken loose; the tremendous guttural
roar and grunting of eatnels, the howl
ing of dogs, and the sbdllscreaching of
vultures and kites flyhtfclbeforethe gale.
All nature groans. Half an hour—the
Dongcla carnivel of the wild elements
of the "Soudan" is oyer.
Lost in a Squall.
A Small Steam Yaoht Swamped In
a Minnesota Lake.
A Minneapolis (Mian.)dispatch gives
the following particulars of a sad
drowning caauality wlifoh occurred a
few days since at a well-known sum
mer resort: Shortly after 5 o'clock
this afternoon a heavy wind and rain
storm passed over Lake Minnesota.
The small steam yacht Minnie Cook, ||
with ten persons on board,was capsized
and every one was drowned. Two bod
ies baye been recovered. The storm is
described by eye-witnesses on the larg
er boats as terrible. The waves were
high and rain and hail filled the air.
The larger steams* pot in to shore
with great difficulty and it was imposs
ible for thesmall craft to live in the
terrible sea. Other boats aud lives are
belieyed to have been lost. The storm
was alsb severe at White Bear, but no
lives are reported lost from there.
Ex-Mayor Rand ownes a cottage on
the lake and yesterday he organized a
small party for a saUL When the squall !
where the lake is narrow to Breezy I
Point, where his cottage stands. The
boat keeled over and went down with- I
out warning not a hundred yards from
shore saw the boat when the squal
ter Mary Rand, aged; J. It.
Coykendali and wife and daughter Lu
ald, engineer of the boat, aged twenty,
seven, and R. C. Hussey.
A special train went out to the lake
with friends of the dead as soon as the
hews arrived. Ten steamers began
dragging for bodirn. Mr. Baud owned
a large property in Minneapolis, and
represented some millions of Boston
capital invested here. The Tribune
here will appear in mourning to-mor
row. The boat was old and known to
be dangerous. Mr. Band was bore in
Boston in 1834, and went to Buffalo
when young; he was educated there.and
married Oline Johnson of that place.
He was in the oil business in Pennsyl
vania and afterward in New York as a
manufacturer of gas out of oil; he then
became a banker m Aurora, 111., and
came to Minneapolis m 1874. He has
served as mayor of that city three
terms and was president *of numerous
companies, Mr. Coykendali being his
son-in-law. Seven deaths are virtually
in one family. Two married sons sur
vive.
Not Quite Beady.
A negro and his family living on the
Decatur division ot the Louisville $
Nashville railroad recently attempted
one of the most sensational swindles of
the day. There are ten children in the
family, and the husband and wife find
it hard work to teed so many mouths.
At a family council it was finally de
cided that one of the children should
sit down on the railroad track and be
run over by a passenger train. The
parents would theu sue the company
for damages, with which the remaining
youngsters could be ted, clothed and
educated. Oue of the boys was so
much struck with the project that he
volunteered to sacrifice himself for the
ood of the others. Shortly before the
train was due he took his place on the
track and waited. The train came
thundering along. The little chap held
the fort. He was true grit until the
engine got within a few feet of him,
when he gave an unearthly yell, and
with a bound into mid-air made tracks.
The authorities invested the matter
and the above facts all Came out.
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A SATE PLACE.
A prominent citizen of Austin has a
hopeful son, who is a student of a uni
versity. A few days ago the distressed
parent said to an intimate friend :
% I don't know what to do to keep my
money safe. Since my son Tom has
been attending the law lectures at the
University of Texas he gets away with
it every time. I'll have to get a bur
glar-proof safe and sit on it with a shot
gun.'
TU tell you what to do,' replied the
intimate friend ; put the money in one
of his law books. He will never find it
there. I know how much studying
those students do.'— S%ltin(j&