Buffalo Jo. | Fort Concho Cor. Philadelphia Times] Maj. Doyle and his wife came back 40 the post that fall By the death of fhe colonel he became lieutenant- oolonel, nud was placed in command. The newly married couyle occupied the eld colonels quarters, and Mrs. Dovle seemed vary happy, but I occasionally wmoticed dark lines under her eves, as though from loss of sleep or intense mental agony, and her face to me al- ways wore an expression of hopeless re- signation to a fate she had no hand in shaping. Before spring it began to be whispered about that the major and his wife did not live happily together, and 3 was also whispered that he wasin- tensaly jealous of one of the subalterns, a young lieutenant, who paid Mrs. Dovle marked attention. In the spring Mrs. Doyle gave birth to a danghter, and for a while the tongues of the gossips were silenced. Finally they began to wag again, and one day matters came to a fons. The major, returning suddenly from a scout after Indians, found tha handsome lieutenant in company with ns wife. Hot words passed between the two men, and the lieutenant struck his officer. The latter, mad with passion, drew his pistol and laid the voung man at his feet dead. Itwas then that his wife's long slumbering passion Wis aronsed. She threw her- self on the body of her murdered lover with pilect screams, and the major attempt d to raise her she shrank feo him with loathing. “1 hate vou,” she eoried, and blazed. “1 hate you ave hated vou. You bought me, and for Jove of my poor father and to save him fro nin and disgrace I consented to the sacrifice, You have mur only man I ever loved—for 1 did love him. Yon have made me and I curse you for it.” superior wien her eves alwavs dered the am, She uttered this philippic with alr i swept irom UU ened his door met daily, neither seemed to be aware of the existence of the other Lie Col. Dovle was court-martialed for the shooting, but the commission exoner- ated lnm. Mrs. Doyle took nu gambler named Davis, logether. She never old they never noticed her after the separation transferred to a post morthern territories wife never met mained at the gv life. mast ov gayety : DWardl) fered the most 1 drown her sorrow and [caw | I state of “sno0ok hie of a buflal BOCOT to the ome Bhe ] she = depray Jearne rough Pnfiulo womanhs disappeared. en the 3 and voice of ) a tragedy queen, +3 a. . ti She never dark again, aad, although 1€ roo. a é acquaintances, . A few m Ceol. Dovle Again, post seemed is and rend that si I J0. by which the day of her death. Jo was good shot with the rifle or she could throw a lariat most practiced vaqueros. hike a sailor, cursed pirate, nd ro Ii a prettily pistol, an with She dr: like le like a Bho wonld hunt all day and gamble all might. She knew this conntrv like a Rook, and for vears was a government guide. Bhe had a constitution of iron, and was capable of enduring any emount of suffering and exposare un- eomplainingly. After Fletcher died— he was killed at Fort Davis by Arizona AM in '76—-Jo drifted from bad to worse, Her associates were of the most depraved character and she was drank two thirds of the time. During all these years she had no sommunication with Devie and knew pothing of the dispo-ition he had made of ther aanghter, Doyle died in the ring of 1880. He had been on the re fired list several years prior to his death, and when he finally “passed in his chips” no one regretted it, for I don’t think there was an officer in the army who was held in such universal detestation. Jo disappeared shortly after the news reached us of her has band's death, and did not tnrn up at the t again until after the Victoria raid the fall of 1850. One day she came in on the overland, and two hours after ber arrival was roaring drunk. She was at this time only the wreck of the woman she had once been, and I, who remembered her in the old days, oonld scarcely credit the change which liquor and vice had wrought. Jo visited all the saloons and then took it into her bead to go through the post. She was swaggering along, with # clay pipe be- yomng girls passed her. Two of them were officers’ daughters and the third a friend who was paying them a visit. Jo Jeerod at them horribly and, flourishing the bottle over her head, gave utter- anos to a string of obscenity and pro- fanity that would have mado the hard- est sinner shudder. turned snd ran, screaming with fright, do followed them, yelling wildly. fell, cutting a deep gash in her head on a sharp stone. She lay there speech- Joss and without motion. The two offi- eers’ daughters continned their flight, but their companion, when she saw the accident which had befallen their pur- suer, retraced her steps and knelt be- mide the prostrate woman, She wiped away the blood with her dainty hand- kerchief, and laid her soft white hand on the depraved woman's face. The touch, light as it was, caused Jo to open her eyes, and she rose to her feet with a blush of shame on her cheek. “Thavkee,” she said, and would have passed on, but the girl detained her. “You will forgive me,” she said, “bo- owuse we were indirectly responsible your fll Yam very sorry that it | occurred, and I would like to do some- 2” was Jo's ques- that is, if you will let me.” “What's your name? i “Minnie Doyle,” was the answer, “I am stopping with the commanding offi- cer.” She did not notice the sudden look of pain which sliot across Jo's face, and she failed to hear the convulsive sob which rose to the fallen woman's lips. “Minnie Doyle,” repeated me- chanically, and then paused. Perhaps during the boief moment of silence all the bitter past rose before her and she had time to compare the two pictures—that of Josephine Debo, innocent and happy, with that of Buf- falo Jo, depraved and miserable. Any- way a great hungry look came into her eyes and she took a step toward the young girl. “Minnie,” she said, *“will you kiss me ?" “Yes.” was the brave answer, and the youug lips. as yet unstained and mpol- luted, were uprnised and ju-t touched Jo's swelled and repulsive mouth. The girl repressed a shudder, and Jo turned abruptly away and walked straight to the little jacal where she mode her home. She drank no more whisky that day, and about midnight the post surgeon was called in to at- tend her, She was violently ill, an sinking very rapidly. After examin the surgeon her case ¢ 1 J Oo MUCALLY, dee hope of her recovery was morning,” that all “Ola ed i 1 afara wo AM Wii ie WALTE said eried Jo, st ROT BeZ €Z HOW 3 be was vile, and room Jo started dasghier!™ she cried, aris vered the girl throagh r fory ght evel rue blo brows If a woman ments that dark comes under anotl “Yan Dyke blonde } Mandeville 18 one « the nj les we have ever seen, or stunni Her Lair complexion Diack as The is a type of beauty most is a wonderful yellow, fair as a lily, and her sloes, with evebrows lo “Van Dyke blonde” not often the more distingne type Although almost what is requisite to be a true brunette, there are still a few who are not even educated up % it, and who call a woman who has a dark clear skin, “cheeks like roses and Lips like the cherry,” urplish black, and dark gray eves, a yrunette. No woman isa true brunette who has not very brown or very black eyes, What is known as the "Irish type” of beauty in one of the loveliest. No eye is so blue, so large, so expressive, or so Eeavily fringed aa that of the possessor of this type; no hair is so glossy and dark and heavy; no complexion so rosy and healthful, and to people in general this type is the most bewitching and fascinating. A type of beanty that has had Ha day, but of which we see representatives oc- casionally, is what is known ns the “strawberry blondes.” Brick red hair, blue eyes and fa'r, pink complexions, are the accompaniments of this type. The “yellow blonde" is another type which is rapidly guing out of fashion, and ‘yellow blondes” aro seldom seen now except on the stage. Fanny Daven- rt is an examp.e of this type. The daughters of Spain and Italy are the best examples of the brunette type of beaaty; those of England and Ger many of the blonde type, and those of Greece of the Van Dyke type. | Here in America we have a mixtare of all kinds of types, as we have a mix- ture of all nations. The true American type of beauty, however, is neither of the blonde nor brunette, Van Dyke nor Irish, Daniel Gabriel Rossetti, straw- berry or yellow blonde types. The Ler eves mate Aen brown, eyes of gray or blue, complex- ion rather white, clear and devoid of . rich color, and features not by any means as regular as those of the other more expression. SA NAA “Our First Danghter.” [Now York Post.) It is told of the wife of Buchanan's first' postmaster general. M+. Brown, that she had been married before, and #0 had her husband, and each had a daughter by the first marriage. Then they had another daughter Mrs. Brows used to present the daughters at her receptions in this way: “I'hus 1s Miss Brown, Mr. Brown's daughter by his first wife: this is Miss Sanders, my daughter by my first husband, and this is Brown, our joint daughter!” ! THE LIMEKILN CLUB marks on Physiciang’ Practices, [Detroit Free Press. | finally got Gardner, as Samuel Shin to order. “In de fust place he sm a young man who tars up sidewalks, lugs off gates, takes up two sents in de street kyar, walks six abreast on de sidewalk, cuiti- vates slang an’ am only two pints re moved from a He graduates, He Las 'arned some Latin, sur- gery, and what he doan’ know 'bout medicine he ain't gwine to practice on. By aa’ by you h'ar of him as a snccess- fal deetal, He has stuck his stakes an’ drawn his lines. He has l'arned dat castor ila am a gentle he will purceed from dat to figger what may be good fur typhed fever. “De doctah am a man who puckers his mouf an’ shakes hie head. He am wery careful not to talktoo much. If of his patients foun’ datpgua pura meant water de doetabh woul consider the Case hopeless, What be lacks in knowl edge he reckons de family will make up in good nussin’, lonfer ROTLE ’ cathartic, an ne he doctah finds de pulse am a wis up an’ de t he knows daram a fever, happen to be ¢ Was : four It takes Little to mak them. Often a wh can made a blank by the s maple fact that its constituent residents their habits of bome life in the right place. If they are of the middie New England elasses, for instance, with whom itis a law, as fixed as that of in uireet be have not learned the hionse shut to darkness and «i while the rear is chosen of housebiold life, the street is ae less as the parlors that line it. There are streets where fashion rules. It is apparent in an exoess of outrestaluary, vases, shell-bordered flower strained efforts of the landscape “ar tist.” and tortures in tnmming. But the proper physiognomy of a street lies between these two extremes, where culture and means form a Lappy and sensible union. Here parlor blinds are always open by day and the front windows are bright with lamp or hearth fire by night. Fences, if there are any, are not elaborate fie ears fife but good, plain barriers against truant cows and a reasonable Thus far-and-no farther to lawle«s boys. The lawns are and boys and girls tread them as own native and trespasdess heath and its enjoyment make np the street, and to live well it must The their Life ileal have bare hut is out of pia-e, upon senseless house and home display are as bad. The popular street combines evi- dences of good sen<e, modedy and thorough bonhomie. Ita people must not curtain or hedge each other ont too completely, The houses must speak frankly sand good-natnredly of frank and good-natured people within, Neut- ness attends it at every step. Ita Augean stables do not infringe on the nostrils of neighbors or the passing slestrian, mixl the penetralia of the itchen makes way with all smells that offend and should be plucked ont. Abundant shade from the common and familiar trees that we all enjoy, and sidewalks that do ned divide our eye- sight with surrounding beautios, are also among its traits. And, last and best of all, the good a'reet must be alive with the flesh and blood of liome- loving, friend seeking people. Ofsuch streets the best eitios ars made. A Cool Clowneu meen {Tot Ocean] Alfonso is described as “an insipid little fellow, who loves cigarettes, gar- lic, girls, fast horses and brandy.” but it takos someth ug more than a French mob to “rattle” lum. Alonso's conduct in Paris showed that he has a coul head, even if be is » king. By No Means So Much Encouraged | u% Is Generally Supposed --The Pux. | sle Explained, | {Letter in Philadelphia Times] i Contrary to a prevalent but most erroneous impression, flirtation in gen- eral is not encomaged at the great watering-place frequented by fashionable people, but is rather eon- ducted at a disadvantage, and as a rule has less favorable opportunities for its development than are afforded at an assembly, a rega‘ta, the opera or a score of other easy facilities that the ordinary of city life afford. Flirting in large hotels has to be done decidedly, as tobe expression goes, “on the sly.” Life in the usual routine is bounded within doors by the parlor, the piazza, the passages, the dining room, the sleeping apartment, snd pos- hotels caonrse by accident (a dollar to the head waiter sometimes does it) no gentleman gets a chance of sitting and taking at t' @ game table with a lady asoqumintance, If he is wise he avoids it, as 1t 1s to attract attention if he is seen much with the lady other tines. Asto the piazza ond the parlor, up to 1] o'clock night, the hour w» n both ried ladies, there is either that meals mura at Are NsuRy £ § nothing Ml he scene of me tie rr frequenter ol any other spot in Nearly every old g May knows of more than one married date their bliss from the night the question was popped in that pavilion, for, as the song savs, ""firting leads to grsver deeds.” and the dal- liances are not all amusement, but often Whisky and Talent, {Texas Siftinga “Take that bottle and go ont and get me some whisky.” said Col. Jumjams to he sad-eved woman whose musfortun wriate “(Give me money to bur it with.” “(ive yon money! Why, any darn wit to get whisky without woney is what takes talent. I thought you had wie talent.” I'aking up the bottle with a sigh. the in a short time she returned. Appar she had been successful, for she placed the bottle before lum, and sad, o low, reproachinl tones ‘There! take it, and drick to your ieart’s content.” “Now, that's what I call smart. Yon have got real genius or vou couldn't get whisky withont money;” and placing the bottle to hits month he was about to quench his thirst when be discovered the bottle wax empty. “Why. what does this mean?” ‘It means that anybody can drink whisky when the wlusky i= w the Lot- tle but it takes real talent to drink whisky when there 1» noue ww the bot Drink away J koow you have 1tiy Where Andy Johnson Lived and Died. [Chattancogn Times | In Greenville, as yon are aware. the and pres dent, and here he is buried. The shop in which he labored astaifor vo v stande Just ever the entrance to the shop, which is colored family is now hving, 1s a pine board, upon which is written. in Jetters now almost erased Ly rain and storm, the following “A. Johnson, Talore” A little out from the western border of the town stands the monument of mar. ble which marks the resting place of “Andrew Johnson, President of the United States.” {Inter Ocean, } The Yokohama Gazette declares that all efforts to intredace Christ anity in‘e Javan have been pitiable failures, an i that the peopla of that conntry jesard reign miss. onaries vith jealous aver HE HAD SEEN IT ALL. The Lofty. Traveled Youth, and the Lady Whe Took Him Dewn, [W. A. Croffut in Pioneer Press. There is a youth on board who makes himself a bore with his lofty airs. He wears #4 rose-colored suit, and carries a smooth nipensto k with a chamois h monnted atop; snd over his fl hair, which is beautifully parted behind, he wears a red Turkish fez He fear- everbody's acquaintance the first day out, and then at once be- gan to badger them about their travels “Hm! Bo you went up the Rigi—and over 1, the Beheideck, of course,’ said to some ladies, “Yes, up the Rigi, but only to the Kulm,” they answered “Oh! You should have gone over to the Seheideck! | wouldn't give a go up the Rigi and not go to the Sched deck. Why, it's a great deal finer than the Kulm ten times better didn’t ye know that?” To a clergyman who was speaking of Heidelberg he said. “1 sappose went around to the Bench, didn’t ye?” What beneh 7” ¢ Bench xn AXen lessly made cent to Yiew von i “12 Ww Bench ? bot the rock + he Hor And sl her bands SOM t! Ong BOC iat fing over one rived again and clapped her hearers laughed, looked He volar all at ne, who very WAS rhitfu walked away, of the o8 of the evelopadia down in the saloon an bour later. and since that has been very quiet, wdeed, An Appetzing Mand. Made Fish (Boston Journal) There was one feature in the enjoyed by Lord Co.eridgo dinner at Dostun fhe cover was taken from one of the dishes, revealing a tine specimen of sea a od with marigolds and sprays of green, and flanked by slices of lemon flosers and green, all dis posed in » manner to set off in an appe tizmug manner the delicous looking fi<h. An attempt to serve it made ap inary art hal been most successfully imitated in ceramics. The fish with the platter. 1 ord Col ridge was great artist. The dish vas painted by Miss The Language of Nt. Louis [Now York Heral 1.) St. Tonia is not able to compete with elevators and feet, or in the muscle of its politi- Bat St. Louis is £18 head centre A Se report thus: “The work of icoaoclasm is no! endemic but nciversal, and the breaker of our images presents himself most inopportunely as to place and season, provieg that our idols are of worship is wasted on a thin vubstance.” This rendered into Chiorgoese means: “Johnoy Malligan, the statesman, weal into Mulhooley's saloon, and ws no one would fight L whole crond.” The Climate for Good Veleen {Excnange. An English newspaper says Ameri oan singers have made a mach greater mark in Great Britain than American actors, notwithstanding the oonspica ous absence in America of long-estalr lished academies and colleges of music, “The climate,” it adds, “clear and dry as it is, will scarcely wocount for) the number of good voices produced in Amorica, for one effect of the Ameti can climate is apparently to pinch the throat and cause the high-pitched tones and the wal twang by which the enunciation of #0 many Americans is marked." * WHEN WINDS WERE LOW, When winds were low aud bright the mer hours, Boros minstrel, garden fair, Borsock his harp, and feft With silent strings smong flowers With gentle touch to wake its murmorings, In vain the lily and the ross esayved sud the wind across is strayed, And with sweet music strings; Whiloms my heart had learned ife's ier sue with silent « Ire wandering through my it anding there the wondering GOs gunner throbbed the golden ves reload no mmelony bord; ir Lo te ich with oa # Gam 0rd And all ny heart was ass Wives, Mormon Heart-Broken a. vyver § A Npecial Vessel for Stanieg Ti o! { i - ¢ i LAIRCs Maviog a Veagment of flumanity, [Chie Herald } I saw one of our policemen drag a drenched and tat'ered bit of humanity ou! of a haliway the other n 2 jush before davbreak. The night had been wild overhead and below, The cloads were piled upon each other, sud cover each other, as | and breaking up of The of the eng or Inerciliess Lave seen the together in the a long, dreary winter, re was nothing unasual in the sight just related An old- time feeln g crept over me, how- evi, and I followed that stalward sentinel of the citys safety and Lis little captive, who looked to me as if he were but a chunk of a olond dropped from the black embank- ments above. 1 followed them inte the station, and the “culprit,” for such he had now grown to be, was taken below, Mavbe the curiosity was idle and weak, but I went to the police court later, and waited until this brat, whose face had been photographed in the mind, was bronght out. There have been a thousand sach soenes in such places The officer said the “kid,” I think ha called him that, was a night prowler, and would be a thief unless he was soud to the house of correction. lhe judge seemed to tarry in this boy's case, and looked over the beach, the eaves of which the chap's hair could just be seen. He asked the boy if he had heal what the olicer sail. The face looked up and the words from the lips were so low thad they could just bo heard: “Please, sir, if 1 hind somebody to back me in it 1 mean to do what's right.” 1 saw the judze run his pen through a name oa the sheet before him, and the boy went out alone. “He may have lied. as most of them do,” said the juige. ‘Lut I'll back him for on, aud i believe that if somebody would back these waifs of the street to the right otensr they would make biter men. 1 none thought of it before, though, myseil.” The clerk of the court told me after ward that the fines during the re- mainder of that session were “tempered with mercy.” ——— Crasa ture CE Eegond of the Nigatin gale. [Boston Budget.) _The nightingale's habit of singing at night, and the imaginary sadness of its song. are accounted for by a levend to the effect that in ancient days the night ingale and the blindworin had «nly sno eye apiece. The bird borrowel the reptile’s eve in order to go with two eyes to a feast, and afterwards refused to restore it. The blindworm vowed vengeance on its perfidions friend. Consequently, the nightingale is afraid to go to sleep at night lest the blind. worm should attack it during its sham. bar. And in order to keep itsell awake it sings, resting its breast against u thoro, the pain caused by which ren
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