The Time for Wooing.
When May with apple blossoms
Her loving cup is brewing,
With beams and dews and winds thac get
The honey from tke violet,
With hopes on which the heart is set,
Oh, then’s the time for wooing,
For wooing, and for suing.
Dear 12d, the time for wooing!
%
When August calls the locust
To sound the year's undoing,
And, like some altar dressed of old
in drapery of cloth of gold, ;
High pasture thi = with broom unfold,
Oh, then'sth a for wooing,
Por wooing, nd for suing,
Year lad the time for wooing!
wild
When brown October pauses,
The ripened woodland viewing,
And all the sunny forest's spread
Their fallen leaves, as heart's blood red,
A carpet fic for brides to tread,
Oh, then's the time {or wooing,
For wooing, and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for wooing!
Oh, listen, happy laver,
Your happy fate pursuing;
When fields are green, when woods are sere,
When storms are white, when stare are clear,
On each sweet day of each sweel year,
Ol, then’s the time for wooing,
For wooing and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for wooing
A LUCKY DISCOV ERY.
+ A nd so Miss Dorinda Beam is dead
an buried!”
“Yes an’ hain't left no
the wust of it."
vill—that's
ten to the news brought by Neighbor
Hockins,
**Y ou don’t say!”
“It’s 80," declared Neighbor Hock-
ins, emphatically.
“‘Beuly Bittersweet won't get noth.
in’ after all, then,” observed Mrs,
Grimes 1iftmg the churn lid to see if the
butter was coming.
““Not a stiver. An’ her allus broug
up to think shg’d git it all.”
££ 27s too bad.
an’ his woman’ll come in fur the prop-
pity, then?"
‘Course they will, bein’ they’re the
nighest of kin
hed, I reckin, fur her an’ Beuly wasn’t
no ways related.”
“J shou'dn’t think Miss Dorindy'd
sleep quiet in her grave, with then
Foggs a-handling of her things, She
hated em like pizon while she was
alive,” remarked Mrs. Grimes.
“She hadn't ort to put off makin’ lier
will, then, Dut that's allus the way-
folks keep a-putting off an’ a-putiing
off, a-thinkin’ they're goin’ to live for
ever, an’ then all at once they’re gone
fore they know it. An’ then it’s too
late,
they say—appellexy or the like. I dun-
no what Beauly is a-goin® to do, I
sure.”
And indeed poor Beulah herself
scarcely knew what she was going todo,
“Everything bere will be yours Beu-
lab, when I'm dead and gone,’ Miss
Dorinda had often declared. ‘That
y
ht
won't get a stick nor a stone of what
belongs to me! 1kin tell him, if hes
my nephew.”
And now Miss Dorinda was dead and
gone, sure enough, and Peter Fogg and
his “si’ngy wife’” were the heirs at law,
The place had been thoroughly
searched for a will, but none could be
found, and Lswyver Green, who had
attended toall Miss Dorinda’s affairs,
declared that he had not been called
Beulah was left penniless and alone in |
the great world,
One year ago, Beulah was the prom-
ised wife of Richard Barrymore, a stal-
wart young farmer who lived with Lis
mother in the old homestead, with ils
green orchard trees, its meadows of |
sweet grass, and its waving fields of |
wheat and corn,
But Beulah was young and giddy, |
and when the new physician, Dr, Clar- |
ence Virden, began to pay lover like |
attentions to her, Richard grew jealous, |
a quarrel ensued, gd a broken engage |
ment was the npsuot of the matter,
Since that time, Dr. Vivian had con- |
tinued his attentions, ulti! Miss Dorin- |
da’s death had occurred, and Beulah's |
unfortunate pos'tion was made public, |
Then his visits suddenly ceased, gnd |
he found IL convenient ‘‘to pass byon|
the other side.”
A week later, Mr. Foge and wife
came to Lake possession,
He was a hard featured, miserly man, |
and she a sharp nosed, avaricious wo-
man.
“The ole woman hed a heap o’ plun-
der” remarked Peter, as he went lum-
bering through the parlors with his
heavy cowhide boots, “That there pie.
apner won't be herd long, though, nor
the picters on the walll” he declared,
eyeing the articles named with a caleu- |
lating gaze. “I reckin they'll fetch a
right amart sum o' money at the auc-
tion rocins, an’ I'll cart them off an’
sell ‘em.’
“Phere’s a hull trunk full o’ the ole
woman's good close,” put-in Mrs, Pe.
ter, who had been exploring the upper
rooms. ‘*You mout as well cart them
off, an’ sell em too, Peter. 1 kaint
wear 'em.”’
“Course you kaint,”” said Peter,
_gruflly. “Whatdo you want of any
more clo'se, anyhow? Them you've got
on your back is good enough fur any-
“You kin stay here if you work fur
r board,” , Peter nad informed
but Beulah had declined the offer.
had rather beg my bread from
door tb door,” she declared to herself,
Sighan $4 May with them. But where
“BeulyV' called Mrs, Peter’s sharp
wolee. “Come down—here’s a feller
wants to see you,”
Beulah sprang up with flushed cheeks
on
an od UR Sern it be Doctor Vir-
Barrymore.
He took her hands in a firm, gentle
| clasp.
“Get your things, Beulah.
come to take you home with me, Moth-
¢r has a room ready for you, and you
{are to live with ua,”
| “Oh, Richard, I--1 don": deserve it!”
{ sobbed Beulah, remorsefully.
“Hush! Get
chard, authoritatively, ‘and let Ine
ut your trunk; my wagon is ag
carry out
the door.”
And half reln
«feeling o 1Tedet
‘allowed him to lift her into the wagon,
| where hie had already placed her trunk,
{and they drove away. _
| Peter Fogr was as good as his word,
land beiore many days he drove into
town
| tilled with the big piano, the handsome
| pletures, and Aunt Dorinda’s trunk,
containing her bast clothes,”
The honeysuckle and
| clustering about the old
| farm house were full of bloom, and the
|
|
|
i
| put brown curls. as she sat on the south
| porch with a basket of yellow Septem-
| ber peaches beside her.
“heck is so fond of peaches and
| as she peeled and sliced the ripe, golden
| hued fruit
i day while hey last
| Just then the sound of wagon wheels
| was heard in the lane,
“What on airth is that Richard’s got
lin the wagon?! asked Mrs. Barrymore,
| comiveg out on the porch just as the
wagon came Into view “Kin you make
jout what ‘tis, Be Your eyes are
better™n mine air.”
Beulali shaded her eyes
hands and looked again.
| *1t—it looks hke a big
sald, doubtfully,
And so it was a big box, witha piano
i inside of it. There was another box,
talso, filled with pictures, and a trunk.
Richard drove up to the deor
“I’ve brought you a
lah!’ he cried gaily. **The plano and
bh
uly?
with
box,” she
this trunk I'll
room, *?
just carry up to your
carried it up at once.
Beulah could only look her thanks,
| and then ran upstairs to hide her tears.
| Halt
down stairs, Ja
gether.
“Oh, Dick! Oh, Aunt Laura!”
cried, hysterically.
after all; and here it is!
bosom of Miss Dorinda’s
he Lining and the outside. [ thought
I would hang up the clothes to air them,
after being shut up in the trunk, and
just happened to feel this in the bosom
of her silk dress. It was one she had
worn for a good while.”
It proved to be a genuine will, made
out three years ago, in St. Louis, where
Beulah and Miss Dorinda had spent a
few weeks one summer,
This accounted for Lawyer
having no knowledge of it.
Beulah was soon reing ated in her old
home, and Peter Fogg and his wile,
after refunding the money paid for the
plano and other articles, went back to
their farm, greatly chagrined at the
unexpected turn of affairs.
“I wish the pesky trank had of burnt
up fore ever we went an’ sold it,”
grumbled Peter,
In which unavailing wish Mrs, Pe-
ter coincided with him.
Among the visitors who soon flocked
to congratulate Beulah on her good for.
tune, was Dr. Clarence Virden; but
much to his discomfiture he
formed that “Miss Bittersweet was en-
gaged.”
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144
ying and crymg to-
she
It was in the
iress, between
noi
Green
one,
For when the first October frosts had
crimnso ned
turned
to scarlet and gold, Beulah Bittersweet
was transformed into Mrs. Richard Bar-
rymore,
earn mt miinan
An Orderly Man.
“Where's my hat?”
“Who's seen my knife?"
“Who turned
ont and slung 1t under the lounge?”
into the house last evening you flung
your hat across the room, jumped out
you dress in the morning.
Who cut those shoestrings? You did
it to save one winute’s time In untying
them! Your knife is under your bed,
where it rolled when you hopped, skip-
ped and jumpad out of your trousers.
kitehen wood box for all you know.
Now, then, my way has always been
the easiest way. 1 had rather fling my
hat down than hang it up; I'd mther
kick my boots under the lounge than
place them in the hall; I'd rather run
the risk of spoiling a new coat than to
change it.
I own right up to being reckless and
slovenly, but, ali, mel haven't I had to
pay for it ten times over! Now set your
foot right down and determine to have
order, It isa trait that can be acqui-
An orderly man can make two suits
of clothes last longer and look better
than a slovenly man can do with four.
Can save an hour per day over the man
who flings things helter skelter. He
stands twice the show to get a situation
and keeps it, and five times the show to
conduct a business with profit,
An orderly man will be an accurate
man. If he isa carpenter joint
will fit. 1fhe is a turner hus will
look neat. If hes a merchant his
books will show neither blot nor error.
An orderly man is usually an economical
man and always a pradent one, 1f Jou
should ask me how to become 1
should answer: Be orderly-~be aceu.
ate,
imma Ss.
Stations on some of the uesan
the eclipse
¥
KING OF THE WOODS
Extraordinary Appearance of
Bears in Two Great Swamps. :
The
F. 1. Shattuck is postmaster at Hart-
wood, Sullivan county, New York.
| fifteen miles from Port Jervis, on the
Railroad. The country between there
SWAMPS,
| master Shattuck, Lewis
i man named Carpenter went oul fora
S62 at i that region. They had
£43! 1.ChL
| and a 300-pound bear. The latier was
i Killed on the edge of Gray Swamp. The
hunters had reason to believe
| Friday they went out to see.
| covered tracks of several bears, amoung
{ them one of unusual sze,
On Friday they killed another bear,
but a small one, and on Saturday they
{| knocked over another.
that they were alter succeeded in Keep-
| ing out of their way, The men did not
newed the search for the big bear,
{| day when
| Monticello arrived in Port
| news came with it that Shattuck had
521 pounds, the lurgest bear ever Killed
in the county. News was also sent by
Mr. Shattuck to James J. Shier, editor
of the Port Jervis Gazelle, and an en-
{ only killed the big bear and helped bag
| the three smaller ones, but that during
yesterday's hunt they saw five more in
and that they are in the swamp yel.
George W. Proctor, of the Delaware
| House, George W. Simpson
Union: James Bennet, of Carpanter’s
Point, and others, who enjoy the chase,
and who have a big reputation as hur.
ters, began preparing at once to go Ww
Hartwood to join Postmaster Shattuck
| in a raid upon the five remaining bears
| in Gray Swamp. While they were dis
| cussing the subject at the Delaware
| House, Warren D. Ridgway, Superin-
§
ui
| tendent of the Kilgour Bluestone Com-
the
Valley, in Sullivan and Pike counties
He joined the excited hunters at
hotel,
“Boys,” said he, “I
you'd be up in Sullivan blazing away at
that drove of bears they've discovered.”
** Tust where we're going,’ sad Edi-
r Shier. **We start for Harlwood to-
night.”
“iHartwood,” said the superintendent
“Hartwood ain't within ten miles of
them bears. Go to Shohola if you wan't
to reach Eldred quick. It's only acrois
the river.”
“Eldred!” exclaimed the
hunters, **Our five bears are al
wood, in Gray Swamp.’
“Well, my seven bears are at Eldred,
in another swamp,” said Superinten-
dent Ridgway.
Then be told them that on Saturday
two hunters were out after partridges
near Eidred, when they ran square up
one drove,
and that having only fine shot they did
not dare to fire at the drove, and the
seven bears walked off into the swamp.
They were three very large ones and
four small ones, probably this year's
CUS,
With twelve bears, five of them with-
in fifteen miles of Port Jervisaud seven
of them less than twenty miles away,
the hunters were at a lossto know
| which to go alter, but Messrs. Shier,
Bennet, and Proctor concluded to go to
! Hartwood, Another party were talk-
ing of going to Eudred.
er — a a————
He Wanted a Webster Punch,
{ some of the quarries in
Lo
ti group of
Hart-
th
wi
A young man whose appearance in-
dicated that he had all the money
want-d entered a down-lown wine (oom
in New York, the other evening. He
{ walked confidently to the bar.
“Haven't got one,” said the bartend-
er. “What is It, any how?"
The customer looked surprised,
“Don't know what a Webster punch
{157 he said, “That's funny. Thought
| every one knew that, It was Daniel
Webster's favorite beverage.
| cocted it himself,
thirteen different kinds of wines and
t stuff, and 13 calenlated to drive dull
When Webster died he willed the pre-
scription to Capt. Fowler of this town,
go and see him. It contains brandy.
Gimme some brandy.’
The brandy was produced, disposed
of, and paid for. The customer went
out,
“Thirteen different k'nds of juice,
| eh!” soliloquized the bartender. ‘She
| must be a dandy! And all at ane drink,
too! Jeoewhizz!”
A few minutes later the young man
who had drank the pony of brandy
dropped mm at a cafe further up the
street.
“I want a Webster punch,” said he,
“I'll have to pass.’ remarked the
bartender. “I can’tdraw toa Webster
punch. S'pose you play shy this hand
on Webster, and call me on something
else?’
“Don’t know what the tipple is,
hey?’’ said the customer.
““Nay," replied the bartender.
“It holds thirteen different ingre-
dents, and every one of "em’s a hum-
mer. Daniel Webster invented it, and
Cap Fowler's got the prescription to-
There's Jamaica rum in it. Gim.
me some Jamaica."
“Sure,” said the bartender, and sat
up the bottle, The young man mixed
the rum with his pony of brandy, lit a
cigar, and away. Dy and by
he came to another place that suited
him and went in. He oached the
counter with less confidence than he
had exhibited earlier in the evening.
“Webste: punch, pleases,’ he ordered.
The bartender
he walked bartender and
whispered with him, Then both bar-
prietor and con-
one to whom he
| that you don’t know that thirteen dif-
| ferent kinds ot very sudden compounds |
| punch, and that your knowledge of
| history is so deficient that you don't
| know that Canal Webster
| original cones eter of the drink, and al
| ways took it wuen ue drank anything !
! The recipe is still extant, voung man,
| but you don’t know it. [1 believe it
calls for a little old Burgundy. Gim-
me some,’
The old Hregundy was sent to mingle
wtih the Jamaica and the brandy, The
i persistent seeker aller a Webster punch
deparied, Laer on he furned up
| in another sample room. ‘There was
| much color iu his face, and a slight
suspicion thickness to his tongue,
He had evidently been searching for his
favorite beverage at many places in the
interval, and was apparently happy.
“H’lel’" he said, ‘Sess up a Wae’sler
tpunch! You hear me! A Webster
| punehl?
{ The bartender, resting
i the counter and bending
| catch what the customer
“I beg pardon.”
“Wah for?” said the young man,
i holding on to the bar.
a
i
his hands on
over as ii
ordered, said :
| replied the bartender.
**Course you don’t 1” exclaimed the
| customer, setting his hat back on his
| head, “We'ster punch’s got more
{drinks in’t n there's eggs in a dozen,
Iakes sixteen kinds liquor to make one,
‘nime mixin’ one for myself. *¥Fad ‘leven
‘grezhence, 'n now'll put in twelf’,
‘Swiskey in We'ster punch. Gimme
some whiskey,”
The twelfth ingredient was mixed in,
“1'il show’m wah We'ster punch isi"?
he said, as he webbled out, Not long
after that he came hurriedly and un.
steadily through the door of an up town
i Broadway hotel. He was not apparent-
ly feeling as good as he had. He stood
for a moment with his hand on hischin,
and, shutting one eye, looked about,
w
| bar, and said, in confidential but mum-
| bled tones:
“Worst? puteh,”
“Hulii” said the bartender, starting
back.
**Naw, not huh, bu®* We'st’ putch i”
said the castomer, gelling a focus on
the man behind the bar by closing one
“D'no wah We'st’ putch—hig—
We'st® puteh is?"
“sNever heard of it," replied the bar.
tender
“'S la'lord
an.
“The landiord ¢” said the
| smiling all his
| eye.
in?" asked the young
bartendes
over face, **1 don’t
know."
After
asked :
**Whez la‘lord
“I said 1 didn’t know,” replied
nan behind the bar,
“House's got a lalord, ain’
quired the young man, as
that it might nol have one
denly occurred to him,
“Of course it has”
man behind the bar.
“Whaz zy 7’ said the inquirer.
The bartender didn't
and by the customer said
“Say, Petey, wah this country wa'ns,
wa'ns bad, 18 less barle’rs ‘non more
We'st’' putch. Say, Pe—hic-—Detey,
w'en it tace feller two hours "nn a three-
wile walk t® ind one We'st’ putch, 'in
then "s get £* mix ih screw loose
some’z, surezh live, We'st® putch lace
sirteen balls {'r ev'ry one. 1 gess far
—fiic—-farz twelfl’. 'n ere 1 am, 'Sir-
teence 'll be champagne, “nile
pow, Gimme sma’ bo'lL"™
Dut when Lhe young man had mixed
the last ingredient he was not exactly
satisfied yet, and went out saying
“Zgot to be less barte’rs ‘n more
West’ puteh in this enrry, or the curry
—liic—the curry can’t be saved,”
¥
. YOY
CUBRLOLLE
another pause he
gn
:
’
said the pleasant
reply
$e
‘teelf 2
have t
Thought She Had Two Heads
In leaving Ins home at 446 Ninth
avenue recently in New York, Charles
H. Siebert, a Journeyman tailor, was
asked by his wife to return in an hour,
| Mrs, Siebert’s manner was so curious
| that the husband complied with her re-
quest. But when he reached his home
be found the door locked. He ingaired
among his peighbors, but received no
tidings of her. Then he broke in the
door, and in the front room discovered
| Mrs, Siebert lying on the lounge dead.
| with the revoiver on the floor beside
her. She had shot herself in the left
breast, and the bullet piercing the heart
caused instant death
The deceased was 47
the mother of four cluldren.
! brought to this city from
| Germany, nineteen years ago by her
She was
| mediately upon her arrival here, She
motive for suicide beyond certain hailu-
cinations which frequently upset
mind lately. She fancied that she was
to look at her. He did so.
“Now, don't you see two heads?’
she asked.
“No,” he replied, *‘1 do not.”
“You do not want to tell me the
truth,” she said sadly.
“1 will prove it to you in the momn-
ing,” he answered,
**How?'’ she asked.
“‘By putting your head in a bag of
flour; then you can see by the murk you
make that you have only one head,”
The explanation seemed to satisfy the
poor woman and she went to sleep. But
in the worning her mind appeared
flighty again, and the husband felt
when he went out that something
might happen. The pistol used by the
unfortunate woman bel to her
oldest son and was Kept loc up ina
box. How she secured the weapon is
not known.
A i A]
Dr. Koch, ot Berlin, by experiments
tes
follow that the scourge may be commu.
nicated by inoculation
neal if so its
Taking an Eye to Be Painted,
he obtamed his black eye by running
received with some incredality was
he decided to undergo the
knowir as having the eye
order that he mirht not perjure himself
beyond redemption, He had a vague
of having seen a
“Black ves Painted Here,” while ri-
ou a Third Avenue street car
through the Bowery, and he accordingly
mounted the frout platform of
these cars and rode down to find the
place, Ie found it without any difli-
culty in the vicinity of Chatham square,
Hack eves
operation
ding
it
i
kK ves Painted
Here
Cane
The first sign, “+a
Here,” pointed round a corn
anciher sign on 4 photographer
pointed to a hallway, and
fsnding and at the fool of
for four fights of slairs was the si
“Photograph Gallery, Black E
Painted,” indicating a surprising versa.
tility on the part of the artist. Up these
four flights of stairs the youth with
black eye toiled perspiringly, and finally
found humself in the photographer’
reception room, where three
young women and one embarrassed
young man were waiting, It was U
tally unneccessary for the young man
witli: the black eve to annot wha
nad come for. The eye saved him
trouble, and the young woman
charge of the gallery sald: **Gen’
to tend lo t
iL
The other
On every
every flight
in,
64
the
LWo Or
Fire
*
iii he
man
+s
inule.
fororlodd the
iggied, the
vou be ina
Ing woman g
man cheered up a
trifle, and the young man with th
eve looked as diguitied and unc
a8 was possibile under
Ces,
It was a very superior person who, at
the expiration of a few minutes, dung
which the patient held a newspaper be-
fore his face and affected to Le interest-
ed in it, came out into reception
He did not need to be informed
the young man had {
Yi
Young
DIACK
x $a 4
110s Lan-
3 $
thie cli
Lhe
called for
either. but bade him summarily, **(
in here!” and led him
graphing room ier
“Take a seat,” he sad,
chair before the camera.
“1 don't want my picture taken, yo
know,” said the young man with the
black eve, and added a feeble joke abou
looking betler for a pholograph
lis eye gol weil
The black eyed artist!
d: 1 know ¥i
Hie
fyyt ils
into pHi
the skyl
re
$
\ #4
pointin
Wii
gh dirty boy of 1
countenance,
cause the boy only
eye and grinned. Fim
artist approached with t
the young man asked:
“What is that st:
“That's a secretl,’’
+
$e
Rid 0
artis
“Well, is there any danger «
ring my eve?” pursued the
Naw," said the }
3 Yen
Ihe young man will
gazed beavenward, and
plied the brush, wbhereug
man invol
“Open Lu
slerply, 4
3
is
is LHe
iV ClO «
at evel"
AUSIng
wilh
Che young mau meekly dic
biddeyn, and the artist
carefully close up the lids and for
half an below. When he
through the young man’s face feit as uf
a heavy plaster was pasted over it. The
black eye artist brought him a mirror,
nd. as the other gazed into it, said:
“Don't get any soap on that, or rub it
with a towel. Fifty cents.” The young
man found that the preparation was so
nearly the color of the skin that the fact
that it had been applied was only appa-
rent upon close scrutiny. He ventured
to ask the artist if he did much busi
Ness
day,” the artist, who was a youth of
very few words, said. “‘There’s always
two or three (ghts a night around here,
and [ can fix a man up even his wife
You see a
black eye is always worse the second
2 aa } ron @
i AS Ie Was
painted the face
to
ina +
inch got
underceath, Yes, it requires skill
And the young man with the painted
luted by the young lady in the receplion
Next time you
into a fight you know where 0
-—-—
Along the South American Coast.
The coast line south of Callao does
for a long distance. The valleys form
among crevices, j and abysses
created by the melting snows high up
in the Cordilleras. These intime unite
and make a larger stream and gorge,
which, as it courses toward the sea,
widens out for miles and miles, making
rich elluvial lands where its irrigating
waters are trailed, but as the stream
comes to the ocean it meets a wall of
sand, through which it rarely cuts its
way, but in which it usually sinks out
of sight.
The coast is ever green, save in ex.
ceptional spots, but it presents almost
a dead unformity of sand or bare, me-
tallie-Jooking mountains jutting down
into the sex. On the faces clefts
of these mountains seabirds and seals
are often seen and the former in places
{
SHE SAW NAPOLEON.
A Southern Lady Whose Father was
One of Bosaparte’s Generals
Madame Cecells Craemer, nee Davide
who died suddenly pear Mobile, at the
residence of her brother, Maj. Paul
tavesies, aged BS years, leaves behind
an Interesting history, She was
Sevre, who was killed at the head of
his command in tryiog to suppress the
insurrection of the Island of 8t. Dome.
ingo during the French tunpire, La
Marquise de Sevre escaped with her
daughter Adele, then a your
an American man-of war, t4 Phi
phia, where Adele married Ges,
who had accompanied
parte to this
the Federal government. Gen Davide
took bride back France where
he introduced her to Josepuines court.
Of this union were born
ters, Cecelia Agoes Gertrude Davide,
and Marie Pauline, The first was born
at Tours in 1804, and ehristsned in the
great cathedral of that city. Her god-
mother was the Countess de Vaubear
and her godfather the Count de
Leon
(ren,
for ; 2 y
Jerome Dona-
country on a mussion to
iii
two daughe-
Ni
Davide served Italian
Napoleon, When the
une Enoeror, he was
He avorite
IrBICAn,
in Lhe
campaign under
1
L Tw
urs
made
of the mighty C
the Egyptlain
bim a magnificent
corated wit
the Legion
Mason
fter his
1816, at
turneq 1
Li gtr
Consul
(reneral,
campaign,
BW
the cros
Honor, and
hie Aget iM } of
He was
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i Was a
France
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h
{
of 1
death, which occurred in
Bordeaux, Mlle Davide re-
o Philadelphia with ber toother
in the cour ime, Mas
ide also marr
ne
Limes in
can and
various
Missssipp
owing in'eresting
to the deceased 1s frou
Orleans paper, the
ating
pate of
nol been preserved,
A few di
pleasure of visi
Jacks
B82 years ol
1 retains
had the
Craemer or
AYE y Lhe wrniler
ing Mme,
13 slreet
sie looks scarcely )
of that beauly
he admiration of all
She preserves
refinement of
good breeding,
piniscences of
traces
iid:
“Yes, T saw Nag
with my father
Muideries, and he point
Emperor =walking
quite a child then,
it
tne y look at the
cry *V Em
y he slapped me and sal
“+l am not wad with
this to make an impression on you,’
“ia another occasion when I was
going to Versatlles, 1 saw Louis XVIII,
I was in a punnery Versailles, and
afterwards went to live at Bordeaux.
T ere | saw the daughter of Marie An-
toinette, the Duchess of Angoulemse,
who had Ju“t retarn to France, All
remem is that
aad that t
Was 4 greal (
were taken from lhe carriage
reips
gre
ive Pore
i:
1 4 1 $I g
YOU, DUl 4 wish
“i
I can ber o
there he
EER
while ulled by men, 1
were ribbons, which were held
s ) Were cov
ie
by
h was | 1 T
Iva.
“Gen Davide was a commandant of
the city of Bordeaux for some time,
181 His widow
ms 4 hs x be
ped 1» Phila-
and ded there in 1
tye
fesul
and daughters then
delplua
“One day, whe
JOouug
ri ge to visii my
nlwas agulof 15, 2
Indy came ina car-
grandmother, Mad-
ame Breuill, who recognized the
visitor. whom she had not seen for
years. It was Madame Jerome Dona-
parte. The marquise said :
«+1 hear that you are married to an
talian Prince.’
“No, she said haughtily, ‘I am Ma-
dame Bonaparte. The woman married
| to my husband is not his wife. 1 am.’
1 saw Joseph Donaparte many times;
he often came to visit the muuguse, 1
have often beard my grandmother say
he was one of the most unassuming
men she ever met, and Jerome was just
likea boy. It was difficult for him to
become dignified, when occasion de-
manded.”
Pointing to an ancient-looking paint-
ing which hung on the wall, she con-
tinued:
“That picture represents Gen. Davide
after the battle of Leipme., He had
saved the castle of the Prince, who as
A token of gratitude, caused this paints
| ing to be executed by his own portrait
painter.’’
The picture is a fine work of art. In
{the foreground is a figure of a tall,
handsome man in a milta~y uniform,
with one arm resting on the back of his
charger. Close at hand are seen the
high walls of the castie, and in the dis-
tanoe bodies of troops marching across
the teid.
beautiful
de
i
Buffers.
The Danubian countries--Servia,
Baigaria, Roumelia and the rest—are
su ww be necessary padding be-
tween Russia and England’s chronic
ally, Turkey. This supposition has
given rise toa new name in English
ties, Those who believe that Eng-
should maintain the neutral zone
al the Russian frontier are called
train, Those who don’t think the zone
worth maintaining are called “Anti
Bulers.”
Somebody has estimated that the
quantity of sediment carried down by
Ctiinese rivers indicates that if the de-