LL ————— WHAT SHE KNOWS ABOUT IT. What is flirtation? Really How can I answer that? Yet when she smiles 1 see its wiles, And when he lifts his hat. Tis meeting in the ballroom, "Tis whirling in the dance . ‘With something hid beneath the lid Beside a simple glance. "Tis walking in the hall way, ‘Tis resting on the stair ; "Tis bearded lips on finger tips (If mamma is not there) "Tis going out for ices, "Tis buttoning on a glove; *Tis lips that speak of plays next week, And eyes that talk of love. "Tis tucking in a carriage; *Tis asking for a call; "Tis lifted eyes and tender sighs, And that is—no, not all. ‘Tis parting when 'tis over, And ene goes home to sleep ; . “Tra la, my friend, best joys must end— But ong goes home to weep. amuat The Harmony Chime. Perhaps some of my youvg readers who are familiar with the German lan- guage, may have met with the little inci- dent upon which my tale is founded. Many years ago 1 saw it noticed in a few brief lines, but it struck me by its tender pathos, and 1 bave tried to fill out the outlines of the meagre sketch of a true story into something like shape. Many years ago, in a large iron foun- dry in the city of Ghent, was found a young workfnan by the name of Otto Holstein. He was not nineteen years of age, but none of the workmen could equal him in his special department beli-casting, or moulding. Far and near the fame of Otto's bells extended, the clearest and sweetest, people said, that were ever heard. Of course. the great establishment of Von Erlangen, in which Otto worked, got the credit of his labors, but Von Erlangen and Otto himself knew very well to whom the superior tone of the bells was due. The master did not pay him higher wages than the others, but by degrees he grew to be general super- intendent in his department in spite of his extreme youth. “Yes, my bells are good,” he said to a friend one day, who was commenting upon their merits: *‘‘but they do not make the music I will yet strike from them. They ring alike for all things, To be sure, when they toll for a funeral the slow measures make them mournful, but then the notes are really the same as in a wedding peal. 1 shall make a chime of bells that will sound Seen at will every chord in the human soul.” ““ Then wilt thou magic,” said his friend, laughing; ‘‘and the holy inquisition will have somewhat to do with thee. No human power can turn a bell into a musical instrument.” “But 1 can,” briefly ; “and inquisition or not, I will do it.” deal in he answered He turned abruptly from his friend and sauntered, lost in thought, down the narrow street which led to his home. It was an humble, red-tiled cottage of only two rooms, that he had inherited from his grandfather. There he lived alone with his widowed mother. was a mild, pleasant-faced woman, and her eyes brightened as her son bent his tall heal under the low door-way, as he entered the little room. ‘Thou art late. Otto,” she said, ‘and in trouble, two,” as she caught sight of his grave, sad face. “ Yes,” he answered. ‘‘When I asked Herr Erlangen for an increase of salary, for my work grows harder every day, he refused it. Nay, he told me if 1 was not satisfied 1 could leave, as there were fifty men ready to take my place. Ready! yes, I warrant they're ready enough, but to be able is a differ- ent thing." His mother sighed deeply. “Thou wilt not leave Herr Erlan- gen’s, surely. It is little we get, but it keeps us in food.” “7 must leave,’ he answered. “‘Nay, do not ery out, mother! 1 have other plans, and thou wilt not starve, Mons, Dayrolles, the rich Frenchman, who lives in the Linden-strasse, has often asked me why I donot set up a foundry of my own. Of course, I laughed ; I, who never have a thaler to spend. But he told me that he and several other rich friends of his would advance the means to start me in busi ness, He is a great deal of his time at Erlangen’s and is an enthusiast about fine bells, Ah! we are great friends and I am going to bim after supper.” “People say that be is crazy,’ said his mother, “(Crazy |” indignantly, ‘‘ People say that of everybody who has ideas they can’t understand, They say I am crazy when I talk of my chime of bells, If I tay with Erlangen, he gets the credit of my work, but my chime must be miine ; mine alone, mother." His eyes lighted with a kind of wild enthusiasm whenever he talked on this subject. His mother’s cheerful face grew sad as she laid her hand on his shoulder, . “Why, Otto, thou art not thyself ‘when thou spenkest of those bells.” “More my real self, mother, than at any other time!” he cried. * I only truly live when I think of how my idea 48 to be carried out, It is to be my She life’s work; I know it, I feel it, Itis upon me that my fate is woven inex- tricably in that ideal chime, It is God- sent. No great work, but the maker is possessed wholly by it. your head, mother, mony chime’ sounds from the great cathedral belfry, and then shake it it you can,’ His mother smiled faintly. H#Phou art a boy—a mere child, Otto, though a wonderful genius, I must confess, Thy hopes delude thee for it would take a lifetime to carry out thine idea.” “Then let it take a lifetime I’' he cried out, vehemently. ‘‘Let me ac- complish it when T am too old to hear it distinctly, and I will be content that its first sounds toll my dirge. I must go now to Mons, Dayrolles. Wish me good luck, dearest mother,” and he stooped and kissed her tenderly. Otto did not fail. The strange old man in his visits to the foundry had no- ticed the germs of genius in the boy, maker. He believed firmly that the and had grown very fond of him. He was so frank, so honest, so devoted to his work, and had accomplished so much at his early age, that Mons, Dayrolles saw a brilliant future before him, Besides, the old gentleman, with a Frenchman’s vanity, felt that if the “harmony chime’’ could be made, the name of the munificent patron would go down to posterity with that of the boy would some day accomplish his purpose. So, although the revolt of the Netherlands had begun and he was preparing to return to his own country, he advanced the necessary funds, and saw Otto established in business before he quitted Ghent. In a very short time work poured in upon Otto. During that long and ter- rible war the manufacture of cannon alone made the fortunes of workers in fron. So five years from the time he left Von Erlangen we find” Otto Hol- stein 8 rich man at twenty-four years of age. But the idea for which he la- bored had never for a moment left his mind. Sleeping or waking, toiling or resting, his thoughts were busy per- ing the details of the great work. “Thou art twenty-four to-day, Ot- to,” said his good mother, ‘‘and rich beyond our hopes. When wilt thou bring Gertrude home to me? Thou hast been betrothed now for three years, and 1 want a daughter to comfort mj declining years. Thou thy betrothed maiden a grievous wrong to delay without cause. The doest gOSSIpS are talking already.” “Jet them “1.ittle do Gertrude or I care for their She talk.” laughed Otto. silly tongues, and 1 have agreed that the ‘harmony chime’ is to usher in our marriage day. Why, good mother, and Let Man can serve two he no IMIStresses, my chime has t oldest claim. me accomplish it, and then the remain- der of my life belongs to Gertrude and thou, too, best of mothers, ”’ “Still that dream ! still that dream ! “Thou and until to-day 1 have sighed his mother. has hast cast bell after bell, heard nothing more of the wild idea.” “No. because I needed money. 1 needed time and thought, tco, to make experiments, All is matured now. 1 received an order to make a new set of bells for the great cathedral that was sacked last week by the ‘lcono- clasts,” and I begin to-morrow.”’ As Otto had said, his life's work be. gan the next day. He loved his mother, but he seemed now to forget her in the feverish eagerness with which he threw himself into his work. He had been a devoted lover to Gertrude, but he now never had a spare moment to give to her—in fact, he only seemed to remember her existence in connec. tion with the peal which would ring in their wedding day, His labors were prolonged far over the appointed time, and meanwhile the internal war raged more furiously, and the Netherlands were one vast battlefield. No interest did Otto seem to take in the stirring events around him, The bells held his whole existence captive, At last the moulds were broken, and the bells came out of their husks per. fect in form, and shining as stars in Otto's happy eyes. They were mounted in the great belfry, and for the test chime Otto had employed the best bell ringers in the city. It was a lovely May morning, and almost crazed with excitement and anxiety, Otto, accompanied by a few have for the first notes of the harmony chime, At some distance he thought he could better judge of the merits of his great work. At last the first notes were struck, clear, sonorous and so melodious that his friends cried aloud with delight, But with finger upraised for silence, and eyes full of ecstatic delight, Otto stood like a statue until the last note died away. Then his friends caught him as he fell forward in a swoon—a swoon so like death that no one thought he would recover, But it was not death, and he came out of it with a look of serene peace on bis face that it had not worn since boyhood. He was married to Gertrude that very day, but every one noticed that the ecstacy which transfigured his face seemed to be drawn more from the sound of the bells than the sweet face beside him. “Don’t you see a spell is cast on him as soon as they begin to ring?’ said ong after the bells had ceased to be a wonder. “If he is walking, he stops short, and if he is working, the work drops, and a strange fire comes into his eyes and I have seen him shudder all over as if he had an ague,”’ In good truth the bells seemed to have drawn a portion of Otto’s life to them. When the incursions of the war forced him to fly from Ghent with his family, his regrets were not for his injured property, but that he could not hear the bells. He was absent two years, and when he returned it was to find the cathedral almost a ruin and the bells gone, no one knew where, From that moment a settled melancholy took possession of Otto. He made no attempt to retrieve his losses, in fact, he gave up work altpgether, and would sit all day with his eyes fixed on the ruined belfry. People said he was melancholy mad, and I suppose it was the truth, but he was mad with a gentle kind of patience very sad to see. His mother had died during their exile, and now his wife unable with all her love to rouse him from his torpor faded slowly away. He did not notice her sickness, and his poor numbed brain seemed imperfectly to comprehend her death. But he fol- lowed her to the grave, and turning from it moved slowly down the city, passed the door of his old home without looking at it, and went out of the eity gates, After that he was seen in every city Char- but in Europe at different intervals, itable peopie gave him alms he never begged. take his station near a church and wait until the bells rang for mating or ves deeply, move off. People noting the wistful look in his eyes would ask him what he wanted. “1 am seeking—I am seeking,’ was his only reply, and those were almost the only words any one ever heard from him, and muttered them himself, he often to Y ears rolled over march His hair had grown white, and his strength had the wanderer, but still his slow from town to town continued, seeking look was in his eyes, One glorious evening in midsummer he was crossing a river in Ireland. kind-hearted boatman had been cross him, “He's mighty nigl he muttered, | anyhow," feeble movements of the old | be stumbled to his seat, \ 1s ah al 3, ale #1 i . Suddenly through Lhe air came the distant sound of a melodi- . hime, HS € grim leaped to his feet and threw his arms. “Oh, my God,” he last 1" “It's the bells of the Otto's words spoken in a foreign tongue but were brought from somewhere in land were fghting Mighty fine bells they are, anyhow, he isn’t listening to me.”’ he convent, wondering man- answering his gesture, when they He merely whispered, ‘Come back to me after so many years my soul, Oh, thought of my life! Peal on, for your voices tell me of Para dise.’’ The last note floated through the air Oh, love of soared aloft forever, free from the clouds and struggles of life, Otto lay dead, his face full of peace and joy, for the weary quest of his erazy brain was over, and the harmony chime had called him to his eternal rest, i AM ASA Arizona Coal. —— The Deer Creek coal fields, near the San Carlos Reservation, Arizona, prom. ise great results, They were discovered in 1881, and active developments began last March. The coal is found in fifty viens of greater or less size, which have been opened and extend for a full mile in width. Seven shafts have been sunk in different places on the property, the deepest being some two hundred feet, In this deepest shaft, as in all the others, the coal has been followed all the way down, and at the depth of 150 feet a cross cut has been made through thirty feet of sandstone, striking another vein of coal fifteen feet wide. About this shaft, on the next vein. a one hundred- foot tunnel has been run, showing a face of eight feet of coal about forty-five A cross eat from this tunnel shows a vein of seven feet of coal at the same depth, West of this tunnel, and about 100 yards distant, there is a shaft of forty feet down on an incline, 80 that any one can walk in at any time dnd see one of the finest bodies of coal on the property. In addition to these developments, there are several other shafts where the veins have been cut, showing coal from six to twenty-fi feet in width, — Arizona Star, : “The only Fair Woman.” Joaquin Miller's Tribute to th Memory of His Dead Wife. the In accordance with a promise which ‘ each made the other when my young wife seemed to see wreck and storm and separation for us on the arena of life long before it came, and even while we were newly married, young and strong and happy,” Joaquin Miller now pays a tender tribute to the memory of his wife, ** Minnie Myrtle,” who died a year ago. He thus describes his first meeting with her : It was while I was riding Mossman & Miller's pony express from Walla Walla to Millersburg, in the mines of Idaho, in the summer of 1861, that I first was attracted by her writings in the news- papers. I wrote her and had replies, Then when 1 came from the mountains and embarked in journalism she wrote to me, and our letters grew ardent and full of affection, Then I mounted my horse and rode hundreds of miles through the valleys and over the mountains, till I came to the sea, at Port Oxford, then a flourishing mining town, and there first “ Minnie Myrtle." Tall, dark, and striking in every re- spect, the first Saxon wowan I had ever addressed had it all her own way at once. She knew nothing at all of my life except that 1 was and country editor, down saw an expressman I knew nothing at all of hers; but I found her, with kind, parents, surrounded brothers and sisters, and the pet spoiled child of the mining and lumber *In her woody little world, there literally worshipped her by and good camp. by the sea, she was by the rough miners and lumbermen, and the heart of the bright and girl was full of romance, hope and happiness. I arrived on Thurs- day. On Sunday Iar- ried !| Oh, to what else but ruin and re- gret could such romantic folly lead? Procuring a horse for her we set out at merry brimming next We were once to return to my post far away over the mountains, When the couple, after a wild ride, Miller's They after some Miller | bought some cattle, and with his wife, | baby and a party of friends, | for a new mining camp, Canyon City, reached home, they found that newspaper had been suppressed. went to San Francisco, but time returned to Oregon, where sel out in | Eastern Oregon. And what a journey was this of ours | over the Oregon sierras, driving the bel- the narrow trail ’ ip the t { { owing cattle in through the dense woods, 1 steep, the It was wild, glorious, snowy mountains, down througl roaring canons | adventure ! basket with fresh. full of hazard and had made a willow and her 1 y saddie-homn, Vaal i baby and good-natured x Saad $e kt vucy + i er IAUgDINDE a8 she Jel horse over the fallen logs o ith whip and lasso But mountains when | scended tho woo fed the Eastern side | sierras, the Indians were ready ive us. and we almost literall to ight our way for the next week's jour- And this woman wasone of the truest souls that ce 5 had 4 i and | ney every day night. | ever saw battle. Justice, not Compormise; Equity, not Concession, The conflicting issues that involve society—not at times, but for all times, issues always impending, issues live and pressing—must be met at the threshold with the stern, it may be, détermina- tions of justice. Concessions are repug- nant to the sensibilities of the intelli- gent, and to the ignorant—always m- pacious—eustom will soon lead to clamor for additional grants until the concessor from exhaustion declines further giv- ings, and rebellion follows as a natural sequence, Concession carries on its face error of some kind, Did we feel confirmed in our right to a position, it would be unjust to recede from a standpoint establised, —t0 ourselves, —and if the antagonist accepts our fiat, then the question is one of arbitrary justice through arbitration, which must extend justice to each But if we yield, thus assuming false premises, no act of continued concession will strengthen our position, but will weaken us the more. Then again, the recipient of the favor-—which it really is takes a far different view of the situa. tion. From his view he is but receiv. ing a meagre quantity of what he con- giders his just dues, hence cannot be satisfied ; is a dissaffected factor in the movement, and will not be reconciled until he has his full pound of flesh, “Compromises,”” as has been truly said, “are evidences of weakness.’ Those who are arrayed in the panoply of war, general or individual, can see no virtue in a compromise when all things seem equal. It is only those who feel that there is a preponderance on the side in antagonism, who are disposed to compromise ; . while, on the other hand, ‘to the victor belongs the spoils,” a truism, politically speaking, of Governor Marcey, of New York. There can be - a arrangement that suggests compromise : one or the other must yield, and the consequences will be that the compromise acts but as a temporary expedient, accomplishing no satisfactory results; hence, it will be found that on the springing of any issue, it were wise in the supporters of any measure from a view of justice-—nothing else—to place their position before the country strictly on its merits ; all else will fail to secure a permanent position. The very moment that the supporter of any idea, theory or principle, waives the features of equity and justice, and looks to expedi- ency through concession or compromise, he is at the end of his tether ; what he may accomplish for the day will reach no fruition of permanent success, Such statesmen will finally go to the wall ; and it were well they do, for ex- amples, if for nothing else, The class of wise men to whom the country must look for beneficent effects, should be those of positive rather than negative force—aggressive, rather than yielding powers. It is of such material that leaders are made regardless of their partisan affiliation. t is such men that skould be commended, their opposites, in a national economic worthless, sense, are utterly a —e Buchanan's Love Story. A story now afloat to the effect that James Bunchenan, while minister Mr. memoirs of the dead statesman. Curtis says Mr. Buchanan was in ing memoirs to give the facts of that incident. if this story is given in advance of his in the local history of Lancaster, ciety in that ancient city, the bars of Lancaster and Counties, then a rich iron obert Coleman, mas- ter. and the founder of the Coleman posing an alliance through marriage. She received her admirer with favor, but in doing had to confront her family. At this time Mr. Buchanan ent views on the subject. 80 county in Miss Lancaster, The Buchanan, represented Lancaster Legislature, Jetween Coleman and a Miss Ohl, of mtn thers a close latter, who secretly disliked WAS ready and artful enough forany intrigue to estrange the lovers. Knowing that Mr. Buchanan would arrive from Har risburg on a certain evening, Miss Ohl that he reached Lan- banteringly told Miss C, call on her first, when he caster. terous by Miss who. nevertheless, rested, risburg, and the moment Mr, B. emer ged she seized his arm, insisting that he must accompany her home, protesting that she had an important communica tion to.make to him. Refusal was of no avail to a brilliant young woman, impelled by a subtle motive to achieve success in her adventure, And the young statesman was literally dragged into the meshes prepared for him by his artful deceiver. He went with the lady and his going forever sealed his life in loneliness, Miss Ohl kept Mr. Buchanan at her howe until an hour too late fer him to eall at the Coleman mansion, and she managed to let her friend, Miss C.. know where he was. Ata proper hour next day Mr. Buchanan called on Miss C.. to be coldly told that she never again desired to see him, and to have the door rudely closed to him. = That day Miss C.'s brother hurried her to Philadelphia by private conveyance. Once out of Lancaster the young lady repented her rudeness and ber rushness | overcome by remorse for what she bad done, as the story alway< ran, she re- sorted to poison ; and thus in what was a heartless deception, a pure love cul- minated in a rueful disaster, which ended the life of one of the lovers and cast a shade of gloom over the other, as he passed from one high station to an- other to find himself before he died standing on the top round of the ladder of fame, from which he could look with disdain on the persecutors of his young manhood, Alone in a narrow lot, surrounded by a fence which excludes all other burial, and beneath a ponderous sarcophagus, the remains of James Buchanan rest in a Lancaster cemetery. Ashe lived so he is buried—alone. He never looked with favor, such as men feel who look into the eyes of other women, but those of the choieo of his youth, and her im- ——- Scientific Economy. Where acquired near sightedness ex. ists it may have begun to make its ape pearance in early life, perhaps almost as soon as the child was set at his books, Unless it appears before the age of six- teen it is not likely to appear at all, But a great many who think their eyes perfect—and, indeed, really have per- fect eyes in comparison with those more grievously afflicted-—are really more or less myopic, Not only is the vision of a majority of men and wolhen defective in one respect or another, but it has been established beyond reasonable doubt that in all highly civilized com- munities myopia is developed in at least sixty and perhaps seventy per cent, of the pupils who reach the highest grades or go through the last years of school attendance, The disease, it clearly appears, is progressive, The eye gradu- allp elongates, or is otherwise altered in structure or form, reaching in most in- stances a constant point of misshape- ment, when the near sightedness be- comes fixed, but in some cases continu- ing to get out of order through all the | years of book-study, until the twen- tieth or twenty-fifth year, or even al- most until the close of life. In most near sighted persons the acuteness as well as the extent of vision is impaired | and in the worst cases of progressive short sight the retina suffers serious or absolute blindness super- Proper glasses may enable short | sighted persons to see comfortably, but | damage, | Yenes. | they are always voted by their wearers | a nuisance, and they do not restore dis- | eased eves to health, or prevent them. under certain circumstances from be- | coming more and more unsound. Man breathes about 18 times a min- ute, and uses about 3000 cubic feet. or | about 375 hogsheads of air per day. t is positively asserted that soon the | cars on the elevated railroads in New York will be run by electricity instead | of steam. This change has been under comsideration for many months. Lecturing recently upon the geologi- i cal history of Palestine, Prof. E. Hull | F. R. 5., mentioned that the physical | phenomenon which renders the Holy {| Land unique among all countries, is the | remarkable depression of the Dead Sea, | the surface of which is no less than | 1300 feet below the level of the Med- iterranean. As the sea can have no outlet matters gather in great quantity, and 34.57 pounds of salts are | found to exist in each hundred pounds | of surface water, while the Atlantic | contains but six pounds in each hun- | dred. saline In a paper read before the London geologists’ association, Mr. W, F. Stan- ley attributes the rising and falling of the land surface of the globe chiefly to the pressure of snow and ice at the | poles, It is supposed that the glacial | accumulation has now reached a great | thickness at the south pole, and it is | Mr. Stanley's opinion that the weight of | the vast mass upon the crust of the | earth causes the extensive submergence of the southern hemisphere which now { exists, He shows that Dr. Croll’s the- | ory that the earth's centre is shifted by { the unequal polar accumulations is somewhat inconsistent with the facts which have been observed, Parer RAILS. —It is now claimed that paper can be utilized for the manu- facture of rails in place of steel, which has almost displaced iron, It is said in favor of the new material that the cost per mile will be jess by one-third than that of steel, and it will last mueh long- er, being almost indestructible. There is no expansion or contraction from hea and cold, comsequently no loose or open joints, and, being so much lighter than steel or iron, the rails can be made longer and the connections perfectly solid, making the road as smooth as one continuous rail. The adhesion of the drivers of the engine to this material will be greater than that of steel, con- sequently the same weight engine will haul a larger load. There will be great saving of fuel, and the smoothness of the rail will lessen the wear and tear of rolling-stock. The mils are made wholly and entirely of paper, and so solid that the sharpest spike cannot b driven into them. The action of the atmosphere has no effect on it, will neither rust nor rot, and with paper wheels and rails of the same material, palatial trains will glide over the pari- rieg at the rate of 60 miles an hour with as little jolt and jar as on an ocean steamer, Sonsini ar I. ss The Alabama Planter complains that its little garden patch was unprofitable last season: ‘“The snails ate up the cucumbers; the chickens ate up the snails ; the neighbors’ cats ate up the chickens, and we are now in search of something that will eat up the cata.”
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