Banished Love.
0 shepherds! have ye wandering seen
A winged boy with blinded eyes?
I drove ham from me yestere'en,
Despite his tears and pleading sighs.
te bears a pretty bow, apd keen
Tipped arrows in hus quiver lie.
D shepherds, tell me, have you seen
This banished Love come wandering by?
Why shines the sun, regret to mock,
Why tiaunt the flowers in hues 50 gay,
Why skip with joy the snowy flock,
When poor lost Love is far away?
Unfeeling shepherds, wherefore smile
And point towards my breaking heart?
What! close behind me all this while?
O sweet! wo two no more shall part.
TI A,
FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH.
The fire burns cheerful on the hearth,
the great logs crackle and flare up the
wide chimney, up which it is my wont
to say you could drive a coach-and-four.
I draw my chair nearer to it, with a
shiver. ** What a night!’’ 1 say.
vi]s it still snowing?” asks my wife,
who sits opposite to me, her books and
work on the table beside her.
“wast. You can scarcely see a yard
before you.”
“Ieaven help any poor creature on
the moor to-night!’’ says she.
“Who would venture out? It began
snowing before dark and all the people
about know the danger of bening be-
nighted on the moor in a 8nOW storm.”’
“Yes. ButIhave known people to
be frozen to death hereabouts before |
wow.’
My wife is Scotch, and this pleasant |
house in the Highland 1s hers, We are
trying to winter it for the first time,
and 1 find it excessively cold and some-
what dull. Mentally, I decide that in
the future we will only grace it with
pur presence during the shooting |
season. Presently I go to the window |
and I out; it has ceased snowing,
and ti igh a rift in the clouds I see a
star. i
“It is beginning to clear,” I tell my |
wife. and also inform her it is past
aleven o'clock. As she lights her candle |
at the side table, I hear a whining and
scratching at the front door.
“There is Laddie loose again,’ says |
she. **Would you let him in, dear?”’
{ did not like facing the cold wind,
but could not refuse to let the poor ani-
ma! in. Strangely enough, whem I|
opened the door and called him he
wouldn’t come in, He runs up to the
door and looks into my face with dumb |
sntreaty; then he runs back 3 few steps,
looking around to see if I am following |
him, and finally, he takes my coat in his
mouth, and tries to draw me out.
“Laddie won't come in,” I call out |
to my wife. “On the contrary, he
seems to want me to come out and have
a game of snow ball with him.”
She throws a shawl around her, and |
comes to the door, The collie was here |
before we were married, and she is al- |
most as fond of him, I tell her, as she is
of Jack, our eldest boy.
“ Laddie, laddie,”” she calls, ‘‘come
in, sirl”
He comes obedient at her call, but
ses to enter the house, and pursues |
ie same dumb pantomine he has |
already tried on me. |
I shall shut him out, Jessie,” I say, |
ight in the sncw won’t hurt him,”
prepared to close the door.
ou will do nothing of the kind!” |
eplies, with an anxious look, “but
will arouse the servants at once,
foliow bim. Some one is lost in
the snow, and Laddle knows it.”’ |
I laugh. *‘Really, Jessie, you are ab- |
surd. Laddie is a sagacious animal, no |
ioubt, but I cannot believe that he is |
1s clever as that, How can he possibly |
know whether any one is lost in the |
snow or not?”
“‘Becauze he has found them and
some back to us for help. Look at him
cow.”
I cannot bnt own that the dog seems
restless and uneasy, and is evidently en-
ieavoring to coax us to follow him; he
ooks at us with pathetic entreaty in his
sloquent eyes, “Why don’t you believe
me?’ he seems to ask.
“Come,’’ she continues, ‘‘you know
you could not rest while there wasa
possibility of a fellow creature wanting
gou- assistance, I am certain Laddie
is not deceiving us.”
““Wha is a poor hen-pecked man to
107” I grumble, and resist and yield as
I have often grumbled and resisted and
¥W y
TOY
yielded before, and as I doubtless often
shall again,
sI,addie once found a man in the |
snow before, but he was dead,” Jessie |
says as she hurries off to fill a flask with |
brandy, and get ready some blankets |
for us to take with us, In the mean- |
time I rouse the servants,
They are all English excepting Don- |
ald. the gardener, and I can see they |
are scoflingly skeptical of Laddie’s sa- |
gacity, and inwardly disgusted at hav- |
ing to turn out of their warm beds and |
face the bitter winter's night.
“Dinna trouble yoursels,’”’ I hear old |
Donald say.
enough. Auld Laddie is cleverer than |
many a Christian, and will ind some- |
thing in the snow this night.”
Don’t sit up, Jessie,” I say, as we
start; “we may be out half of the night
on this wild-goose chase.”
“Follow Laddie closely” igall the an-
ewer she makes,
The dog springs forward with a joy-
jus bark, constantly looking back to
see if we were following. As we pass
through the avenue gates and emerge
on the moor the moon struggles for a
motgent through the driving clouds and
lights up with a sickly gleam the snow-
clad country before us,
“It's like looking for a needle In a
a bundle of hay, sir,’’ says John, the
coachman, confidentially, “to think as
we should find anybody on such a night
as this, Why, In some places the snow
is more than a couple of feet thick, and
tL goes agin’ reason to think that dumb
animal would have the sense to come
nome and ask for help.”
“Bide a wee, bide a wee,” says old
Donald. “I dinna ken what your Eng-
lish dogs can do, but a collie, though'it
has na pleasing to Providence to
give the creature the gift o' speech, can
do mony mair things than who
deride it.”
*[ ain’t deridin’ of ’em,” says John.
“I only say as bow if they be so very
clever, I've never seen it.”
“Ye wull, though, ye wull,” says old
Donald, as he hurries forward after
Laddie, who has now settled down into
a swinging trot, and is taking Ins way
straight across the loneliest part of the
bleak moor.
The cold wind cuts us in two, and
whirle the snow in our faces, neatly
blinding us. My finger-tips are becom-
ing numnbed, icicles hanging from my
moustache and beard, and my feet and
legs are soaking wet, even through my
shooting boots and stout leather leg-
gings,
The moon has gone in again, and the
light from the lantern we carry is bare-
ly sufficient to show us the inequalities
in the height of the gnow, by which we
are guessing at our path, I begin to
wish I had stayed at home, IL’homme
propose, mais la femme dispose,” 1 sigh
to myself, and I begin to consider
whether I may venture to give up the !
search, (which [ have undertaken pure-
ly to satisfy my wife, for I am like
John, and won't believe in Laddie,)
when suddenly, I hear a shout in front
of me, and see Donald, who Las all the
time been keeping close to Laddie, drop
on his knees, while the dog is wildly
digging in the snow with Ins paws.
We all rush forward, Laddie has
stopped at what appears to be the foot
of a stunted tree, and after scratching
and whining for a moment, sits down
and watches, leaving the rest to us.
What 1s it that appears when we have
shovelled away the snow? A dark ob-
ject. Is it a bundle of rags? I8 it—or, |
it in ope of the warm blankets with |
vided us,
Bring me the lantern,” I say, huski-
ly, and John holds it over the prostrate
led ragged old woman, I try to pour &
little brandy down the poor old throat,
but the teeth are so firmly clenched that
“Get her home as quickly as may be,
the mistress will know better
the poor creature is not past help,’’ says
So we improvise a sort of hammock
of the blankets; and gently and tenderly
the men prepare to carry their poor |
helpless burden over the snow,
“I am afraid your mistress will be in
“Never fear, sir,” says Donald, with
“The
mistress will be up and waiting for us,
he snaw for naething.
“I'll never say nought again about
believing a dog,’’ says John, very grace-
fully, striking his colors, “You were |
there should be such sense in an animal
As we reach the avenue gate I de-
spatch one of the men for the doctor,
l
throw of us, and hurry on myself to
prepare my wife for what ia coming.
She runs out in the hall to meet me.
“Well?! ghe asks, eagerly.
“We have found a poor old woman,’
I say, “but we don’t know whether she
is alive or dead.”
My wife throws her arms around me
and gives me a great hug,
“You will find dry things and a jug
of hot toddy in your dressing room,
dear,” she says; and this is the revenge
ahve takes on me for my skepticism.
The poor old woman is carried up
stairs and placed in a warm bath under
my wife's direction, and before the doc-
tor arrives she has shown some faint
syptoms of life; so my wife sends me
word. Dr. Bruce shakes his head when
“Poor old soul!” he says,
“how came she out on such a fearful |
night? I doubt she has received a shock |
which, at her age, she will not easily |
get over.”
They manage, however, to force a |
few spoonfuls of hot brandy and water |
down her throat; and presently a faint |
color flickers on her cheek, and the |
poor old eyelids begin to tremble, My
wife raises her head and makes her
swallow some cordial which Dr. Bruce |
has brought with him, and lays her |
back among the soft, warm pillows. i
“I think she will rally now,” says |
Dr. Bruce, as her breathing becomes |
more regular and audible, ‘Nourish. |
ment and warmth will do the rest, but |
And so say- |
By and by I go up to the room, and |
find my wife watching alone by the |
aged sufferer. She looks at me with |
tears in her eyes. ‘‘Poor old soul,” she |
from the cold and exposure.” !
I go round to the other side of the
bed and look down upon her. The aged
face looks wan and pinched, and the
scanty gray locks which lie on the pil-
low are still wet from the snow. She
is a very little woman, as far as 1 can
and I shiould think had reached her al-
lotted three-score years and ten,
“Who can she be?” I repeat, won-
“She does not belong to any
of the villages hereabouts, or we should
know her face, and 1 cannot imagine
what could bring a stranger to the moor
on such a night.”’
As [ speak a change passes over her
face; the eyes unclose and she looks in-
quiringly about her. She tries to speak,
but is evidently too weak. My wife
raises her and gives her a spoonful of
nourishment, while she says, soothing
ly,~**Don’t try to speak. You are
among friends, and when you are better
you shall tell me all about yourself. Lie
still now and try to sleep.”
The gray head drops back wearily on
the pillow, and soon we Lave the satis.
faction of hearing, by the regular res.
piration, that our patient is fast asleep.
“You must come to bed now, Jes-
sie,” 1 say, **I shall ring for Mary, and
she ean sit up for the remainder of the
night.”
ut my wife who is a tender-hearted
goul and a4 born nurse, will not desert
her post; so I leave her watching and
retire to my solitary chamber,
When we meet in the morning I find
that the little woman has spoken a few
words and seems stronger,
“Come in with me now,” says my
Jit, “and let us try to find out who she
We find her propped into a reclining
posture with pillows, and Mary beside
ber feeding her.
“How are you now?”
bending over her.
“Better, much better, thank you,
good lady,” she says in a voice which
trembles from age as well as weakness,
“and very grateful to you for your
goodness.’
1 hear at once by the accent, that she
is English.
*‘Are you strong enough to tell us
how you got lost on the moor, and where
you came from, and where you are go-
ing?” continues my wife,
“Ah! I was going to my lad, my poor
lad, and now I doubt [ shall never see
him more!” says the poor soul, with a
long sigh of weariness.
“Where is your lad, and how far have
you come?”
“My lad is a soldier at Fort George,
and I have come all the way from Liver-
pool to see him and give him his old
mother’s blessing before he goes to the
Indies.’”” And then, brokenly with long
pauses of weariness, the little old wo-
man tells us her pitiful story.
Her lad she tells us is her only re-
malning child, She had six, and this,
the youngest, is the only one who did
asks Jessie,
famine. He grew up a live,
mother’s heart, and the stay of her de-
clining years, But a *‘strike” threw
him out of work, and unable to endure
"
His regiment was quartered at Fort
George, and he wrote regularly to his
denly he wrote to say that his regiment
to send him her blessing, as he had not
pool to see her. The aged
widowed and childless, save for this one
remaining boy, felt that she must look
on his face once more before she died.
house, suflic
train to Glasgow, and thence she had
and, wandering from the road, would
My wile is in tears, and Mary is sob-
As I tell her we are but
1
I hasten down stairs and write a short
ncte to Col, Freeman, whom
intimately, informing him of the cir-
cumstances, and begging that he will
sd ITY
out loas of time,
him start, I met Dr,
house,
“Poor old s« he says, “Her trou-
bles are nearly over; she is sinking fast,
1most doubt whether she will live till
1 comes,’
“How she could
jruce leaving th
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AM,
ov a rpnnrnnl ie
have accel mplished
1 a
“Nothing is impossible to a mother,”
I goin, but I find I cannot settle
my usual occupations,
are with the aged heroine who 1s dying
up stairs, and presently I- yield to the
fascination that draws me back to her
presence,
As Dr. Bruce says, she is sinking
fast,
cheeks as ashy gray as her hair.
eyes are wide open and have an eager,
expectant look in them.
“At what time may we expect ttem?"’
whispers my wife to me.
“Not before four o'clock,’ I answer
in the same tone.
“He will be too late, I fear,
getting rapidly weaker."’
But love 18 stronger than death, and
she will not go until her son comes. All
through the winter's day she lies dying,
She is
y:
“My lad, my lad! God is good; he
will not let me die till he comes.”
And at last I hear tho dog cart. I
lay my finger on my lip and tell Mary to
bring up John Salter very quietly.
last
and with the
raises herself and stretches out her
“My lad! my lad!” she gasps, as,
and mother and son are clasped in each
For a moment they ramain so. Then
the little woman sinks back on my
wife’s shoulder, and her spirit is look-
ing down from heaven on the lad she
£he lies in our little churchyard under
a spreading yew tree, and on the stone
which marks her resting place are in-
scribed these words, “Faithful until
Death."
Our Laddie has gained far spread re-
nown for his good works, and as I sit
finishing this brief record of a tale of
which he is the hero, he lies at my feet,
our ever-watchful, faithful companion
and friend,
Frio ArrLes.—Fried apples make
a nice entree, Cut across the core in
slices and then brown in lard, or butter
and lard mixed, drain them hot. They
make a nice garnish for roast pork when
prepared ia this way. Some cooks use
beef dripplug lustead of lard and like
the flavor better,
A AI.
PorAaTors FRIED 1x Creas.--Ch
cold boiled Season
and pepper. For
of boiling milk,
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THE IMMORTAL WILLIAM.
Interesting Stories About the Birth
place of Shakespeare,
The hundreds of American tourists
who go to Stratford-on-Avon every year
and Inspect the little house where the
immortal William first saw the hight
never hear the most interesting of all
stories about the place. Perhaps it
was my luck during a recent hasty trip
abroad to get this information. Per-
haps it was my newspaper instinct that
was always prying into things and
asking the most absurd, out-of-the-way
questions, The reason I can not give,
But the fact came to me all the same,
It was one of the neat maiden ladies
who have charge of the Shakespeare
birthplace that impariel the informa.
tion.
mean to impart it,
for twenty-four hours in a drunken
stupor,
The bed-room in which Shakespeare
was born and even the bed where the
event took place are pointed out. The
desk he used at the quaint old school is
shown, and the evidences of a busy
jack-knife are glorified, His signet-
ring that he wore on his thumb is
shown, with the initials on it.
reverence for the bard pervades the
whole of Stratford. You see Shake-
speare everywhere, There isa Shake-
speare in the shoemakmg line, a Bhake-
doubtless the ubiquitous plumber at
taches the great name to his trade,
mss
A LION KILLED BY A DOG.
| The Desperate Combat Witnessed by
a Wyoming Hunter.
land, or for any of England’s cherished
heroes,
enough to arouse my curiosity, 1 at
interviewer. 1
pilgrim phase
and became
threw aside
an
my
even
far
It
old house
born had
seems the n
i
begun
st
to
The
peo-
tourists
the sweet
or to the
where
did his courting,
William
buried, The owner of
eno
the property,
of the
Its possession or sale was a matter of
and shillings with him,
vertised the property for sale,
gay, went begging for
’ "
iv “
pur-
For over a year there was not even a
¢t never struck the proprietor
hat by fitting the house up, 80 that it
safe to enter, he could capture
many a shilling, or even half-crown,
from the tourist and the eager admirer
All Stratford seemed
the fact that the most
teresting relic of all relics that remind-
11}
i-
whose shadow he passed his 1 oyhood
The bench on
made love lo Anna
it the room
which he sat and
bed in which he slept were allowed to
go to rack and ruin. The lines young
wrote to the gentle Anne
“Anne hath a way, Anne hath a way
For making love, Anne hath a way,”
on tue wall in the old Hathaway cot-
But the initials “*W. 8." carved
h characters on the walls of his
It was a
English in-
(ener
ally he is eager lo save all relics and
taht
La
obliterated.
the
and be
It was in 1847 that P. T.
ed at home, While in London one day
he heard accidentally that Shake-
speare’s birthplace was for sale. He at
He
would buy the house, move it bodily to
America, and exhibit it as part of the
‘greatest show on earth.’
him at
in search
Stratford, of the owner.
that he would give $13,000 for the pro-
perty.
So far as material value was concern-
ed it was ten times what the house was
worth, But the proprietor thought the
property was greatly desired by some
one, from the price offered, and he de-
manded $15,000 for it. Barnum would
willingly have paid that sum, but be-
eral wealthy Englishmen learned of the
They sud-
would never do to have Shakespeare's
birthplace leave England or Stratford
on-Avon.
matter, for he knew there was money
and fame in the transaction.
most interesting spots in the world
from utter ruin. Had it been bought
by an ordinary citizen he would have
converted it into a modern dwelling
place and taken away even the sem-
blance of its original appearance and
historical halo.
The men who purchsed the property
formed a stock company and appointed
trustees to take charge of the house
Money was subscribed in order that
Shakespearean relics of all kind might
be purchased and put on exhibition in
the house. The two estimable maiden
ladies who still have personal charge
were appointed. They were quite young
mm 1850, but to-day they are decidedly
antiquated, and therefore, in keeping
with their surroundings. Everything
was put in place about the house and
arranged as nearly as possible as it was
when Shakespeare was a boy. Shake-
speare’s father used part of the house
for a tavern and that part was tured
into a museum. Shakespearean relics
of all sorts were procured, and the col-
John Gaylor, a noted hunter of the
| Wind Mountains, has a breed of dogs
| famous for their fierce courage and ac-
tive strength, They are a pure
between the bloodhound and the best
English bull-dog. Many bear, elk and
| mountain lion have these dogs brought
to bay and assisted in slaying, Hair
{ and Hide are the two foremost repre-
| sentatives of the gallant and efficient
| breed. Not long since Mr. Gaylor was
| aroused from sleep during the night by
| a piteous bawling in his calf pen and an
uproar among his dogs. Hastening out,
| he perceived by the light of a brilliant
moon two lions making off, They had
| comé for veal, and had nearly succeeded
| in getting it, The next night Mr. Gay-
| Jor watched his corral, but the wary
brutes did not come. The following
| night there came from the suowy sum-
| mits of the Wind Mountains a light
{ snowfall, The old hunter was now sure
{ of Ins game.
he sailed forth, In a
short time his course was crossed by
| the trail of the whole family. The dogs
| at once sped along the freshly-tracked
| snow, and soon the game was found in
a leafy covert of pine and quacking as-
pen. Pushus his way through the
| snow-laden boughs the hunter came in
| close sight of the family, The lion was
standing on the trunk of a huge fallen
| morning
to side, while his eyes flashed with a
green tire, The lioness was crouched
at a short distance off at the foot of an-
| other huge tree, in the forks of which
could be seen two active whelpe, Hare
and Hide at once sprang for the lion,
and a savage fray began.
The combat between the royal brute
and his fierce and active foes now be-
came fternflic, Gaylor walched the
| lioness and the fight. He was of his
dogs, and wanted them to kill their
enemy olone,
posed to lend a helping band, such was
the fierce confusion of the struggle that
he would have been as liable to have
hurt his faithful friends as their savage
foe. After a ten minutes’ struggle the
| deep growl of the lion became more
faint; soon they ceased entirely, and the
proud hunter beheld his two brave
dogs, one at the broad muzzle of the
mountain king and the other at his wide
haunch, The lion was dead and fairly
“stretched out,” to use an expressive
Westernism, Hair and Hide were drip-
wounds, both deep and sore,
were on the fight still, however, aud
wanted to attack the lioness al ounce,
but Gaylor would not allow them to do
any more, and a ball from his rifle
| stretched the lioness in death. Each of
the whelps demanded a bullet, and a
whole royal family had paid the stern
penalty of their tyrannical cusloms,
They
— AA ——
JUDGE LYNCH IN INDIANA.
a
Three Notorious Outlaws Taken From
Jail and Hanged.
Three of the famous outlaw gang of
Archers, namely, Thomas and Martin,
brothers, and John, a son of Thomas,
suffered the extreme penalty of their
erimes just after midnight on the 10th
| of March, at Schoals, Ind., at the bands
| of Judge Lynch. Precisely at 10.30
| o'clock a vigilance committee of 100,
| composed of men from Larkin and
| Orange counties, entered the town, The
| lynchers was very quiet and orderly,
| and the Sheriff was first aroused by the
on the door, He asked who wes there,
| and the answer was a crashing in of the
| front door, followed by heavy blows,
| which completely demolished it. The
| crowd then went to the jail door and
| knocked off the lock, but here they
| found another door which would not
yield to blows. Alter about twenty
| minutes a man in the crowd was found
| who understood the opening of the cell
door, The Jynchers then rushed in and
grabbed all
| When the Archers saw the lynchers
come in they made no resistance, and
when asked if they had anything to say
they refused to speak. Their hands
were tied bohind their backs, and they
were taken over to the court-house yard
and hanged to young maple trees,
Tom Archer, the eldest of the gang,
who was about 60 years old, was hanged
first, His feet were touching the ground
when viewed by the United States Press
correspondent. Martin Archer, brother
to Tom, aged 45 years, is hung up high
and , and both of his eyes are star
ing wide open, making a ghastly sight,
John Archer, son of Tom Archeg, who
was about 30 years old, 1s hanging with
his bands tied behind hum about thirty
feet from his father,
The orimes for which they were
hanged consist of almost everything en
the oriminal calendar, from murder
down to petly thieving. For twenty
five yoars they have been a reigning
terror both in Martin and Orange oonun-
ties, and have terrorized the community
« YALESTUDENTS ROOMS.
Adorned in the Most Elegant and
Luxurious Manner,
In spite of the promicence which
the sons of rich men hold, there is a
well-defined spirit to suppress any at
tempt at flashy display, Most men
dress fashionably, but very few exquia.
| itely, to nse that word in a well-under-
The style of a student's
apparel has, however, certain charac-
teristics that make it distinctive, That
| stood sease,
i
wherein the affluence of a student's
| allowance first asserts itself is the fur-
| nishing of his apartments. These con.
| sist of a study and two small bed-
| chambers, usualy occupied by Iwo
| friends, Many of these rooms ars
| adorned in the most elegant sud luxa-
| rious manner, "The walls are decorated
| with linerusta, with frieze and dado of
| tasteful design. BSmyruoa rugs cover the
{ floor of tesselated woods, und high-art
| furniture, with satin upholstery and ex-
| pensive tapesiries, 18 ranged about the
| room in graceful negligence,
On the walls hang paintings and en-
| gravings with subjects best calculated
{to appeal to students’ tastes, The
| Queen Anne mantel is fuli of costly
| bric-a-brac, and the gpace not occupied
by these fantssies is filled with pro-
grammes, German favors, barber shop
| signe, prizes, society plaques, trophies,
| photographs of ‘‘conquests,” and the
| host of other mementoes of events dear
to the eollege student,
It must not be supposed, however,
that extravagsnoe in decorating apart
| ments carries with it, necessarily, the
| idea of prodigality or fastness. There
| is nothing in the possession of hand-
| some surroundings that should induce
a student to forsake lds scholastis pur-
suite, It very often happens that elab-
orate quarters are occupied by a man
of most correct and studious habits,
It is really rather dangerous for a man
| of convivial tendencies to adorn his
room expensively, It frequently occurs
| that a company of hilanous guests will
| transform a collection of Parisian statu.
| ettes into an array of reminiscent torsos;
| satin-covered couches will, under their
| effusive influence, assume the doubtful
| designs of Gobelin tapestries, Smyrna
| rugs will take on the mysterious weav-
ling of an Indian shaw! and valuable
paintings will acquire peculiar blotches
and blemishes that bury its authenticity
|in a mysterious gloom that ought or-
| dinarily to enhance the worth 100 fold.
| It bas happened within the memory,
| too, of one of the youngest inhabitants
of Yale, that an occupant of a £2,000
suit in Farnum, entertained a gathering
of classmates at *‘‘an evening tea,” and
when he awoke the following afternoon,
he seut for a teamster to hanl away the
| debris and spent another £1,000 in refar-
| nishing his quarters. :
But it must be said in mere justice
that the style of adorning quarters at
Yale is as a general thing not near so
extravagant as that prevailing at some
other universities, Threethousand dol-
lars expended on rooms in Matthews or
Weld at Harvard is quite an ordinary
proceeding, In Beck hall there are
several suits, the adornment of which
entailed an expenditure of $10,000,
812,000 and even $20,000, Inthe latter
dormitory there is at present a young
man—from Californias probably—who
had his furniture insured for $15,000.
There is another side to the picture.
Up under the roof of East Divinity ball
the reporter saw a room that may serve
as a type to the other extreme. There
was no carpet on the floor; the furni-
ture consisted of three straight-backed
chairs, an old-style lounge covered in
green oil cloth and a large home-made
table. Upon the board placed aboae
the fire-piace to serve as a mantel were
some old books, two half-consumed can-
dles and a clock with a dismal tick. tock.
There was not a picture on the walls
—nothing anywhere to relieve the duli-
pess of the place excepting a blue flag
that hung under the dirty, unused gas-
fixtures and indicated tnat the occupant
of the den had once rowed a successful
our in the class boat races, The occu-
| papt sat at tha table straining his eyes
in the twilight over the pages of the
philosophical essays of somebody or
other. 1t was piain that this scrupu-
lous economy restrained him from light-
ing the rickety German lamp as long as
there was a single ray of daylight with
| whish to pursue his work,
ea — eee
Adventure with an Alligator,
We are reliably informed that on
| Tuesday, the 2d inst., about the coldest
| day in this section for the last century,
Mr. Edward Oliver, residing about
twelve miles above this placa, (Sylvania,
Gieorgis,) went out to hunt some of his
| hogs, taking a negro boy along with
| him. After rambiing about for some
| time they came to a pond and crossing
it on the ice they discovered on the edge
a considerable pile of leaves and straw,
rather peculiarly heaped together; pro-
| ouring a pole they proceeded to poke it
| into the mass to find out what could be
its oocupant, when, to their utter aston.
ishment, out jumped a Luge alligator
which attacked them furiously, putting
them to flight.
Mr. Oliver took to his Yeels across the
pond on the ice with the monster mu hol
pursuit, but he did not go far before 3
slip upon the ice brought bim fist, and
the dreaded reptile was upon bim. Hue
thought his time had certainly come,
but in his desperation he seized his for
midable foe by the upper snd lowe:
jaw, and held its mouth open until the
negro came up and put a stick in i
thus propping its jaws apart and render.
ing it helpless, They then proceeded
to exterminate his gatorship. which wa
soon accomplished, It measured iGme-
thing over six feet in length,
W. Maliew Williams remarks tha!
chiefly resident in tropical and sub.
tropical countries is quite a mistake,
the home of their mightiest legions be.
about the A Circle,
trips to the North Cape