*
WUT Ye
THERE'S WORK 'OR ALL TO DO,
Come, boys, the world wants mending
Let none sit down and rest,
But set to work like heroes,
And nobly do your best,
Do what yeu can fer fellew-man
With honest heart and true,
Much may be done by every one—
There's work for all to do.
Xou can bat do a little?
That littie’s something still,
Xou'll find a way for plenty
if you but have the will,
Untiring fight for what is right,
And Gud will help you through;
Much may be done by every ong
Thera's work for all to de
Be
Kind to those around you
I'o charity hold fast,
Let each think first of others,
And ledave himself till last,
Act as you wonld have others should
Act always unto you;
uch way be done by every one—
] all to do
M
a ———————
THE SPLOTRE LOVER,
“Marion, you could not betray me—
you could not love any other man than
me? Speak to me, darling,
words as true and tender as mine to you,
that your heart is mine for ever, as
ever,”
and passionate, but doubtful lover,
He was a tall, pale young man, strik-
ingly handsome and distinguished in
appearance,
His hair was like waving silk, so
blonde and beautiful, that it might have
given a character of effeminacy to a
countenance
acteristic,
His large biue eyes were so dark and
80 heavily fringed with
lashes that they seemed black,
The girl who stood before him, and
was half fond, half scornful, was the
to mea, always troublesome to herself,
she was not wholly hardened or selfish.
games of the affections which she had
previously arranged in her head with
great accuracy.
When she had begun her flirtation
with Robert Norton, Marion Swayne
had got in the least meant to be serious
hersell,
of thing for her viotim. To her dismay
she discovered that ber own feelings
were considerably entangled, and much
more than they had ever been before.
The brilifant and fashionable
young Norton, a penniless man of let
ters, whose genius was yet to be proved,
hill ana heavy climbing,
Robert knew that she loved him, too
—at least, as far as she was capable of
foving him. His passion did not blind
him to the lack of true depth in her
affection for him, It was all the more
in spite of all she faults he knew she
possecsed. While addressing her in
ardent, lover-like phrases, he held both
har delicate little hands, and gazed
down on her with a look that might
have burned into her soul.
As a picture of exquisite, entrancing
beauty, she was worth gazing at. Small
and slight, but with the waving grace
and lithe strength of a willow tree,
Marion gave the observer an impression
both fragility and nervous power.
Her hair, brows, eyes and lashes were
dark as midnight, but her complexion
was of the creamy hue of the white
camellia, Her vivid scarlet lips told of
high health, exercise and animation,
“You don’t speak to me, sweetheart,’
her lover continued, having waited some
minutes for a respone, ‘‘Cannot you
say that you loye me, Marion, truly as
I love you.”
of
playful answer, while her lips parted in
a bewitching smile,
have hurt my hands. They are abso-
lutely red and bruised from your vio-
lence, You ksow well enough ihat I
love you—more than I loye anyone in
the world—and can never love anyone
else at all. Will that satisfy you?”
For aaswer the impetuous lover cov-
ered the ill-treated little hands with
kisses, gathored the child-like form in
lus arms, and held it close pressed to
his L:eart
suppose you could not love me as I do
you-—perhaps no woman could,”
He added, with a sigh:
that I am unreasonable to ask it
Marion looked up with a half laugh,
sud wished iu ber inmost heart that she
could tell this man, who loved her so,
that there were women in the world
who could love even as he did, and that
he would do well to seek such a one
and leave her to find a lover of her own
stamp;
called by that came, told her she should
do so, But she would not listen to the
inward voice,
Robert's caresses and passionate oat-
bursts of tenderness were dear to her;
it gratified her vanity and touched ner
heart, such as it was, more than any
incense of the same kind had ever done
before,
She answered: “I love you as I can,
Robert, dear--for your sake I wish I
was capable of a greater loye,”
But Bobert was satisfled—it was the
most sincere and affectionate speech
thanked
words,
‘You have filled my heart with Joy,
dearest—those kind words have given
me courage fo say that bitter word—
Farewell | May all good angels guard
you, Marion, till 1 hold you in these
arms again. Do not fear for me, sweet
one; with your love as my promised
reward, 1 can attain to anything. You
shall yet hear my name with true wife!
pride. For your love I can dare all
things, and win them, too; but without
that to look forward to—I dare not think
of that,”
““And don’t, dear Robert, for my love
yoy will always have,”
her more eloquently than
for a moment Marion meant
| what she said, and really felt quite
| heroio.
to his heart with
almost hurt hor; but this time she
{ did not complain, and a tearful mist
dimmed her eyes when she found her-
self alone,
Marion read Robert's first letter with
a warm glow at her heart, which she
honestly mistook for the enthusiasm of
& vehemence that
her bosom for several days,
Under the effect of it she replied at
love. letter.
It remainea
| heart after he was dead,
Marion received Robert's frequent
{ letters with leas and less delight as they
oame more rapidly, with now and then
| a gentle reproach for her scanty re-
altogether, and ceased to answer them
| at all,
Rumors had reached Robert
confer a title on the fair Marion, and
| bear her off to his ancestral home,
But Robert would not believe it, He
| doubt of her faithlessness to him,
““T'o doubt her,” he said, *‘is to die;”
and he accounted for his darling's
silence by assuring himself that she
| was ill, At last he could bear it no
| louger, and he resolved to see her,
Robert, on his way toward Miss
| Swayne's house, reached the pretty
(iothic ehurch where he had first seen
{ her, her lovely eyes devoutly fixed on
| the minister in the pulpit. He paused
| to pay it the tribute of one loving look.
| As he did so the church door opened,
and a gay wedding party issued forth,
With a smile, and something like a half-
murmured benediction, Robert stood
aside and waited to see the bride, And
| he did see her,
The light left his eyes, and the color
| fled from his cheeks-—his soul seemed
to die within him-——for the bride ia
pearly robe of glistening satin, and veil
! Marion —his Marion—the woman who
| had sworn to be Lis wife. Bhe leaned
| proudly on her husband's arm, a fine-
mE old gentleman, the marquis, for
whose title she would have bartered
much more than her promise to Robert
Norton. For one instant, as she passed
him, Marion glanced aside and saw a
face that seemed to have come from the
grave—it was so still, so white, the look
{in the eyes so flxed and stony. She
left her lips, but with a strong effort
| she controlled herself and laughed off
her agitation.
’
| she conld have believed that her imagi
| gation bad played her the trick of con-
| juring him up there. But Robert was
| avenged, although, perhaps, Le never
| knew 1t,
Never did the fair young marchioness,
whom he had known as Marion Swayne,
close her eyes in sleep without seeing
that white, despairing face that met
her at the church deor on her wedding
day. Her sleep became a nightmare,
and her waking hours were haunted by
the ghastly visions of her sleep. In
vein her adoring husband took her
abroad, in vain he lavished on her every
gaiety and pleasure that money could
procure, Her heart was haunted by a
spectre that could not be laid.
In despair marquis at length
brought his fair and fading young wife
home to her ewn country and to her
girlhood’s home; and this move seemed
a happy one,
For Marion passed the first night in
her old home in peace and quiet, and
for the first time since her marriage her
dreams were undisturbed by visions of
her betrayed lover,
tne
continue so, but contrary to her expec
| tations, contrary to her fears, each sue-
ceeding night provad as tranquil as the
first. Her health visibly improved,
| The color and rounded smoothnesss of
| her cheek came back, and her old, ra-
| diant beanty shone both in face and
| igure,
The marquis began to hope that he
might with safety bear her away again,
Aud although Marion somewhat dread.
| ed the experiment, she thought she had
overcome her nervous excitement sufli
ciently to venture on it,
The marquis had gone to London to
| attend to some necessary business ar.
| rangements, and she was expecting him
home that same evening, as she sud-
{ denly remembered, while sitting in the
moonlight indulging in dreams of fature
conquest. Buddenly the door béll rang
| lond and long, weking her from her
dreaming fancies with a start,
{i '"Ah, that must be he,”
| Marion, and then, “‘why doesn’t one of
| the servants open the door?”
| Nearlya minute passed, and she heard
| bell, Bhe ran to the door, opened it,
| looked out in amazement, for no one
| was there; but a chill, cold air blew
| fall on her, and glided past her, along
{ the hall, and into the apartment where
| she had been sitting, She orisd out
| “Who 1s there?”
Aud ran back into
| she entered she felt gure that
| shadow fell across her, and n she
was distinctly conscious of figure
of a mau standing before her, directly
between her and the window, The
same chill air seemed to blow upon her
and to freeze the marrow in her bones,
but a horrible fear forced her to go
close to the figure and to look up into
its face,
It was Robert Norton-more le,
more shadowy than on that far.off da
when she Isst saw him at the ehure
door—but not Robert Norton alive and
in the flesh; that she know; for, jook-
mg » ht at him, she saw throug
ne a further side of that shad.
owy figure the chairs, the littie table,
the window-curtaine, eyen the street in
the moonlight beyond,
Still staring into the cold, white tace,
she saw the pallid, frozen lips move,
rEame
1
{ and, although no sound issued from
| thom, sho knew the words they formed —
“You are mine, Marion, and you mus
| come with me,”
Slowly the figure melted away into
| the air, and was
YOLN,
n
husband aod his servants entered she
still lay there, white, motionless, sense.
| loss,
The young marchioness never recov-
| ered-—she only ravived from one swoon
| to fall into another. And when the new
day dawned its first rosy beams flushed
Again,
Marion was buried in the little grave.
yard of the pretty church where she
was married,
the opposite gate. Aad the mourners
said among each other:
“How strange! The funerals
Marion and Hobert Norton in the same
hour,”
*Where will they be laid?”
“Side by side,” replied another, who
had seen the two new graves,
So the roses and the violets that grew
{ above their ashes grew together, inter-
{ mingled their blossoms, and dropped
their leaves ou these two graves;
while those whom death alone Lad
| bronght together mouldered into dust
{ beneath,
The Cork Trade.
At present wo depend for cork upon
the countries bordering the Mediterra.
nean, In these countries the
market value of cork is ten times what
it was at the beginning of the century,
and it is likely to go still higher. In
Sardinia, Sicily and Naples, extensive
cork plantations are being destroyed
| of superior quality ylelded by the bark
{ and carbonate of soda from the ashes
of the wood, This destruction has been
| not even replaced the trees destroyed,
{except in France and its African de
pendency. As long ago as 1822
French government appropriated 4,500
francs, which were to be divided among
those who, planting in 1823, should
possess at the expiration of ten years
plantations of 10,000 vigorous saplings,
in 1834 only three persons had been
entitled the reward. But France
has now over 500 000 acres of
| plantations in Algiers, yielding a con-
siderable revenue to the state,
to
government began to encourage
ber of trees in that country has in-
creased, This Increase would have
been greater but for the fact that, while
in some provinces cork has become the
chief source of wealth, in others many
proprietors destroyed their trees in
valuable productions. The oork oak
grows to the height of fifty feet, In
Algeria and the Bpanish province of
Estremaduara the development of the
tree is somewhat greater, The tree
reaches a great sge. It continues to
grow for 150 cr 200 years, and after its
growth it still yields cork, though of
an inferior quality. In some parts of
Spain it 15 customary to destroy the
tree when the quality of its eork begins
to deteriorate. In Enrope the tree is
moet with as high as J
but 1t needs a warm
and in Spain it is foun:
the
yo degrees north
imate,
‘
In France
11,600 teat
level of the sea, while in Algeria it
that altitude, The tree
san bear a minimum average annual
temperature of 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
It prefers land sloping to the southward
and near sea, Granite lands and
slaty, sandy and silicious soils are very
unsuitable, and it does not take kindly
to damp soil. It grows spontancously
in soil where silico or silico-
argillaceous compounds abound. Lands
suitable for the vine are also suitable
for the cork.
ve
abo
occurs at double
the
Virgin
A Mme
Over. Rating.
The late Gen, Todleben, the defender
of Sebastopol, died literally of over
eating, Jy the direction of Dr.
| General were divided into six portions,
and the hour was
each meal. Bat Todleben, who never
in his life had listened to the advice of
doctors, laughed at Dr, Schwenninger's
instructions, “*The doctor is mistaken,”
he said; “my organism (8s weakened,
petite is a clear proof of this."
six meals were taken, but
them he ate all the six portions assigned
for the whole day,
went by. The condition of the patient
did not grow worse, and the day was
fixed for him to start for Rassia, when
he fainted suddenly during a walk.
He had hardly reached his residence
after recovering consciousness when he
{ asked for the bill of fare, When it
| was given to him he expressed his
| astonishment at having recsived a blank
The
His feet had for some tims past shown
| sigus of dropsy, but, curiously enough,
| around him, He fought indomitably
| against the disease, but in vain,
days before his death he lost conseious-
| ness, and died on the day whioh had
| been fixed for his return to Russia,
i
i
Diet of Joy.
——————————
Ohilo, Diagoras, and Sophocles died of
| Joy at the Grecian games. The news of
! defeat Killed Philip V. One of the Popes
died of an emotion of the ludicrous on
secing his pet momkey robed in ponti-
ficials, occupying the chair of state.
Muley Moloch, upon seeing his army
give way, nmilied his panic-stricken
troops, rolled back the tide of battle,
shouted victory, and died The door
keeper of Congress expired on hearing
of the surrender of Oornwallia Public
speakers have often died in the midst of
an impassioned burst of eloquence, er
when the deep emotion that produced it
had suddenly submded. Lagrave, a young
Parlaian, died when he heard that the
mumeal prize for which he boatended was
adjudged to another. Hill, of New York,
was apprehended 1a theft, taken before the
police, and, though before in perfect
health, mental agony forced the blood
from his nostrils, and he was earned out
dead,
The Country Piayed Out.
“I came up om the
Cincinnati, I worked my way up on
I left Cairo, Iil., three weeks
| ego Monday. The country's played
out,”
The foregoing was the addendum to
# request for meney enough to get n
mea! made by a tramp on the levees re
cently to a reporter,
| looked lke the
1 |
| UBCK,
snapped out end of a
himself from the allurements of soap
and water in the remote past, «
“What do you mean when you say
the country is played out?” asked the
| man with the pencil,
the season of the year when work was
#0 plenty in the west a man didn’t have
| to doany, 1t's harvest ume, you know,
| and seven years ago, or 80, a man could
travel clean from Belleville,
Hlinows, up into the middle of Minne
| sota and get all he wanted to eat and
| drink without doing a tap of work.”
“What has cansed the alteration?’
“Farm machinery, I'hat’'s what's
killing the West, The wheat harvest
commences in southern Illinow 1n the
middle or latter ps of June, The
harvest hands used
and follow up the ripening grain into
Will county, that There they'd
cross over by Rock Island into Neott
county, lowa, and follow the reapers
clear into Minnesota, in the middle of
September. By that time grain would
be in stack and threshing commenced,
They ured to work the threshing right
| back the same roate they followed
up the harvest, and reach St. Louis
with a pocketful of money in Novem-
Law
ri
Alb
stato,
on
winter, I presume?”
‘Naw, With enough to go on a
hallelujah drunk and then skip out
south for the cotton fleld and stave tim-
bers and ditehing.”
“Aud how is it now?
“It's all played out. Seven or eight
| years ago the farmers used to fight to
| get men to go into the harvest eld and
pay them 83 and $3.50 a day and their
board, The men
hogs on ice, and only took a job just
when it suited them, They'd work a
week or so and then go off on a bum
for another week in the nearest town,
and when the money was ali gone steer
Thousands
and thourands of men followed that sort
range were #0 used to them that when a
man knocked at the back door ina town,
the woman of the house would open it
with a hunk of bread in one hand and a
chunk of meat in another, and never
ask nary a question. But they invented
the ‘harvester’ first off, where one man
drove and two men rode on the machine
You see in the old style
reaper, but when they invented the
harvester that knocked five of them out
of a job, Then they invented the
‘wire-binder,” where the machine does
all the work of cutting and binding
some of them with cord and some with
wire, and only one man is employed,
and he drives. That knocks the whole
seven out, I'll bet there used to
«0,000 men followed that harvest range
every year, and now they ain't got a
job,
‘Where have they gone to?’
“Gone to the devil, 1 spose,” and the
isgusted ex-harvester sauntered up the
levee,
be
AE
How Alboni Turned the Tables.
Ihe celebrated singer Marietta Alboni
was noted for her courage and sang.
froid. On the eve of a performance to
be given in Trieste she was informed of
the existence of a plot to hiss her off the
| stage. Having ascertained the names
{ of her detractors and where they conld
| tall robust figure and short hair helping
| to complete the disguise, and went to
the cafe where the conspirators held
their rendezvous, She found them in
full consultation. Alter listening a
while the lady addressed the ringleader
as follows:
somebody. I am very fond of a practi
oal joke myself, and should be glad if
you would allow me to join yon on this
{ OCCASION,
“With pleasure,” was the reply, “We
intend to hiss an operatio singer ofl the
| stage this evening.”
‘Indeed! What has she been guilty
| of 2”
“Oh, nothing, except that, being an
| Italian, she has sung in Vienna and
Munich to Gernmn audiences; and
we thmk she ought to receive some
conduct,”
“I quite agree with you; and now
please tell me what I have to do.”
‘Take this whistle. At a signal to
be given at the conclusion of the wir
sung by Rosina the noise will begin, in
whioh you have only to join,”
“I shall do sc without fail” replied
| Alboni, and put the whistle in her
| pocket,
On the following evening the house
| was crowded from floor to ceiling. The
|
{opera was ‘II Barbiere di Beviglio,”
| The opening airs, sung by Almaviva and
| and Figaro, both favorites of the pub.
| lie, were received with great applause,
| Then Madame Alboni as Rosina ap
| peared on the stage. At the moment
| when she was about to address her
tutor, a few of the conspirators began
the signal. The lady, without showing
the slightest oconcern, advanced
the footlights, and holding up the
whistle which was attached to her
neck by a ribbon, said with a knowing
smile:
‘‘Gentlomen, are you not a little be.
fore your time! I thought we were not
to commence whistling until after | had
sung the afr,”
There was a death-like stillness,
Then suddenly thundering applause,
begun by the conspirators themselves,
resounding from all parts of the house;
Alboni gained the day. Before the
audience retired she was oalled eleven
times before the ourtain, and received
showers of wreaths and bouquets,
mn AIA ——
Who seeks a friend without a fault,
remains without one.
The Jockeys nt Saratoga.
equine blood to is keepest endeavor
without causing discomfort to the looker
ou-@ happy muddle ground of temper-
ature rarely granted the frequenter of
the race course,
| throngh the grand stand, ruffling the
| ing fans quite superfluous,
days and with such fields of entries, as
those which mark many of the events
{of the programme, it is certainly no
| matter of surprise that the now filled-up
Saratoga pours out a flood of spectators
that fills the grand stand, the quarter
| stand and the plaza, The great red
omnibuses, the hacks and private ve-
hicles by the score contribute the throng
| which about noon pours like water in a
| mill-race through the arched entrances
t of the grounds and upon the stands,
I'he fair sex has been out in full force
of aud many who are not at sll
turfy in their nature or conduet grace
the races with their presence, The
betting is by no means confined to the
masculine gender, Some of the
buy French pool tickets
white-cappsad agents,
among the
stand;
late,
Indies
direct of the
who pass around
spectators on the grand
others send out scouts, who take
away crisp greenbacks and bring back
little pasteboard tickets inecribed with
hierogiyphies which their fair
owners to smile and look conscious as
they tuck them away in their little reti-
cules, whether they smile at the conelu-
sion of the races or not,
The trainers, riders, exercise boys,
grooms and owners number well into
the handreds, The boys live and sleep
comfortably and are very sociable,
Occasionally one negro boy will call
| another a ‘‘corn-fleld nigger,” and thus
usually means a fight, but never a very
serious one, One trainer here is called
the ‘‘man who never sleeps in a house,
His couch is of boards resting on sup
ports about three feet from the ground,
and consists of straw and horse covers,
From the richest driver to the poorest
stable-boy, all bet on their favorites,
The boys are great lovers of pastry, aud
after a lucky hit patronize the pie coun.
ter liberally. All the boys are ambi-
tious to become jockeys. Ten
for a mount and $25 for » win, besides
donations, bring up visions of colossal
piles of pie, and dreams of being chosen
leading riders for great racing stables
land them in an imaginary paradise,
Ordinary riders only take up permsa-
nent quarters at the stables, Such
jockeys as McLaughlin, Blaylock, Hol-
loway and other stars live at hotels or
private houses, Daring the winter
many jockeys fatten up to a dangerous
extent for their calling, Meclaugblin
weighs about 140 pounds in holiday
times, and rides as light as 105. Lhe
CAUss
iollars
in fertilizing heaps and swallowing
| powerful cathartics are discarded, The
| overweight jockey wraps himself in
| woollen garments calied sweaters, and
then starts off on a ten-mile tramp.
They generally take a country road and
walk out five miles and back, By this
course they reduce themselves from
three to five pounds a day,
_-_——
Ristoric Pipes,
There are many old pipes in New
York handed down from one generation
another, William H, Vanderbilt has
in his possesion a short black pipe which
iis father was wont smoke in the
when the jolly old Commodore
tugged at an oar io hus Jersey wherry,
It is not known with what emotions the
burly son views this relic which reminds
him of his humble origin. A scorched
COTn-00D pipe in the private desk of ex-
President Grant is one which his honest
father smoked as he wielded his grub-
bing hook in Ohioan wilds to maintain
his humble family, The Vanderlips of
Murray Hill passed from sire to son an
ugly and broken stone pipe of Indian
workmanship, They claim that it is
one smoked by General Washington on
ia winter night beside the hospitable
hearthstone of old Diedrich Vanderlip,
who lived during the revolution in a
low, stone house on the banks of the
Hudson, near Tarrytown,
Yet another pipe around which his-
torical reminiscences cluster belongs to
a gentleman on Fifth avenue, It is
| known to be 104 years old; how much
| more ancient there is no record to show,
It was smoked during the days of the
first Napoleon, and its cheerful glow
has helped
weary hours in a dungeon beneath a
Prussian fortress, where be was oon.
fined for lus participation in the break
for liberty in "4%, A successor after.
| ward drew inspiration from it on the
to
4
vO
AAYS
a bright future in the land of promise,
{and its present possessor now: draws
| consolation from its time-stained stom
in the sumptuous library of a palatial
| residence,
| As a flock of geese saved Rome from
| the barbarous invader, so pipes are said
{to have preserved New York oity.
| Washington Irving chronicles that when
| take New Amsterdam the sturdy old
| Dutchmen ranged themselves on the
water's edge and smoked so vigorously
| that they raised a dense cloud of smoke
| that completely enveloped the town,
in these days there were people who
| disliked tobacco, and ome, Rip Van
| people will believe yat a sacrifice is
offerying to ye Evil One.”
Rip alone in attributing to tobacco the
doubtful qualities necessary to the pro-
pitiation of Satan. In modern times
Dr, Adam Clark, famed for his learned
commentaries on the Bible, and whose
detestation for pork and smoke were
alike powerful, once announced that if
he was going to offer a sacrifice to the
devil, it would be » roast pig stuffed
with tobacco,
A Western editor in response to a
subscriber who grambles that his morn.
ing paper was iotolerably damp, says
“*that is because there is so much dae
on"
Oxe of our policemen who had been
mid up with a sore hand remarked that
while he had a felon on a finger, he
couldn't lay a fluger on a felon,
The Bastinade.,
Bald a writer from Feypt the second
tirne that I presented myself at the Prefec
ture, 1 was compelled to witness, much
will, the pun the
inflicted on three unfortunate
must ask my Ver.
ishiment of
bastinado
art. +
Teniers LO
lo the place of torture His Excellency
Orman Bey 1s seated on the divan of a
large room of cold and sinister aspect the
floor covered with large slabs and lighted
by high windows looking on the street.
nim, before u table
with green baize, sits his secretary
As I walk up the room a clock strikes
the bour of two. The Pretect offers me
his hand, and at his invitation I take a
seat by his glde. Then a negro, clad in a
long white robe and wearing on his head
on enormous yellow turban, brioges me a
little cup of coffee and a bundle ot cigar-
Ag 1 hand back ip to this
lmposing servilor, three Arabs, os
little covered
eles,
wt ed
by two guards, are led before the Pref
I'nese unfortunates seem Lo
poorest of the people. Theil
their clot] 8 worn
hands trembie
haggard,
Hens
conv
and their |
0 a8 they listen
words
Hut
verish
of a
led
addressed 10
they answer
VIVacity
few
from
"hese
re are
five 1 ,
and 1
their io
En ener.
E CAD
seize the
the Pref
on he
them
i8 Cast
glance el
great man's co
snd impassive, and
grace.
I'he wictun
wi
wiuent
i as
ju
the
ae
Was
ElaDE th
in which
ol the executys
his
pos
DETs.
Ege until
ontal postion, &
retained
either end
tuey were
fastened to
} 14 % .
wh : BLICK
«Der he
the
At
tered a Cry
stroke the cry
became 8
risibly shud.
But soon
scream, the flageliated
dered, and the soles were seamed with red
livid streaks. silently on my
cushion, chewing mechanically the tobacco
{ my extinguished cigarette, I could net
ip shuvering with horror at the might of
suffering. 1 feit if 1 were
influence of some terrible
Osman Bey, his secretary, the
with their stzra sod
looking nm BO
for a mom rather
tion
lisordered
i the
screams
rea ty
sing.
the
; sbaken
} incline
Rs temo
Silling
he V
uch as
v
under the
nighliaare.
five executi
five NETS,
LORLUT
:
sinister
cruel a sight, see d
ihe creations oO
Lusn Deng
heavy thu
punishment anda
with ghastly face
fevensh trem!
respectiully bef: msn by
wader he had been 85 cruelly tor.
Helped by a guard, his
maimed and bleeding feet refused to sup-
port him, —he was then led, still moaning
with agony, from the torture chamber.
1
Arab,
with
himself
a
the
80
mented. for
he
punished in ike manner.
Ey
Among the Clouds,
A two other Arabs were afterwards
A party visitea tne newly-opened
observatory on Ben Nevis, and the fol-
lowing words of description are sug-
gestive of similar scenes on Mount
Washington: The road was found to be
in passable condition to the lake; above
that was slmost entirely obliterated
with snow, and the ascent of the upper
half of the mountain was found to bea
very stiff piece of work, Ar the top
a cordial greeting from
the residents, who assured them that
they were finding life very tolerable in
that high latitude, Curiously enough,
though the house was surrounded by
several feet of snow, there was none on
the roof, the wind having swept it clean
off the amooth surface. A day or two
previous the inmates found the western
door completely snowed up, and had to go
through the operation of digging them-
selves oul in order to reach their instru-
ments, an experience which is likely to
wk
is
The house was found to be com-
pletely air and water tight, and very
comfortable, Three days later, though
the thermometer showed seven degrees
indoors in their shirt.
They are provisioned for six
months, A second stove for cooki
purposes has been fitted up. They
kinds, chiefly scientific, and they are
looking forward very hopefully to their
has now been completed to the top and
is in working order, so that they can at
any moment put themselves in comma.
nication with their friends at Fort
William, Already some curious differ.
ences in the atmospheric conditions of
the two levels have been noticed.
When a storm has been raging at Fort
William it has been calm and serene
weather at the top of the mountain,
The more a person wants, the less
will do him good.
Never begin a journey until break.
fast has been eaten,
Better three hours too early than one
minute too late,
Joxms (to family physteian)—*‘Hell
Brown. Make 4 calls New Yoar'st®
Brown (prof )="*Ne¢, I called
the day he"