My Grave.
—— i A——
For we nu great metropolis of the dead —
Highways and byways, squares and cres-
cents of deathi—
Bat, after { have breathed my sad
breath ;
fun comforted with quiet, I who said,
‘I weary of men's voices and their tread,
Of clamoring bells, and whirl of wheels
that pass,” :
fay me beneath some plot of country
grass,
Where flowers may spring and bierds sing
overbend ;
Inst
4 hereto one coming, somes fair eve in
spring,
Between the
night,
ght pause awhile, Lis friend remember:
ing,
Aud hear low words
the falling light,
Bpoken to him by the wind, whispering,
Now he s'eeps long, who had so long to
fight.”
day fall 1 the
and
&)
breathed through
LOVE IN A FOG.
Annunziata, Francesca Bellonl’s
nurse, was standing at the top of a
arge flight of stairs, ‘here were tears
n her faded eyes, and tear-stains on
wer withered old cheeks, as with tremb-
hands she plaited and unplaited
hem of her embroidered apron.
She dared not go Into Francesca’s
om, for the child she had rocked
her bosom turned from her witl
wil moans:
(ro away, Nunziata, leave me
ce, always in peace.”
he dared not go down stairs whe
old master was with
Dottore, for 301
ke himsel He
listurbed and bewildered and was im-
Annunziata’ lamentatio
the malign Englishman ever
thia ne
» this pea
1 sighs
closeted
he profe
nt of
Wi y bad
mo to trouble
the Lieva? Those cold English, cru
shill y
hill,
sSMoo
CCSCHI
Ale, alme,’’ Annunz
wept, and plalted
was very full,
Ar
the Signor Irofessor coming
the Signor
all
tant } yo
IONIO (IKE
stairs witl Dottore,
ourle
voll,
are we
getting on?’
heerlly.
“An, Signor Dottore, it is
¢ this house,”
‘No, no, Annunziata, my {
fle, a trifle. You are all makin
price—’
\nnunziata softly opened a doo
ped into Francesca’s 1
wk her head sadly and then
door © saying, ‘‘Enter
9
¥
i
h of a girlish cz
gd 01 & girlish ca
Lo
Le oom,
I
he on
¥ n,
:
The room was almoat dark.
rec damask curtain was drawn
the principal window, and Francesc
on a couch in a shadowed c¢
her head burled in the red
The thick masses
black hair stood out in relief again
the rich crimson of the pillows, Her
face was hidden. She never stirred as
doctor went into tl
AY
witl
Cusinions,
er [ather and the
oom,
The peor old professor was
led, Ie knew more mart
ogy than of women. A grea
turbance was wrought in him by
distracting behavior on the par
tittle ’Cesca. He had not the smalles
dea what to do. I'rancesca’s strange
affection for his distinguished English
student amazed him, The milordo
was an impassioned pupil. Science
was his mistress, Ile had never an-
sther thought, Blind professor!
The professor crossed the room wi
a burned, uncertain step, and put his
hand timidly on Francesca’s shoulder,
'Cesca, my little one. look
Here 18 the Signor Dottore.”
Francesca lifted her head, There
was a falot, dusky glow on her olive
cheeks, Her great dark eyes were dry,
but deep and luminous with emotion.
she clasped her father’s hand belween
her two little hot palms,
Babbo, il moi babbo,” she cried.
“Let me dle, 1 care no more to live,
I wish to sleep in the grave, Oh, yes,
to sleep forever, forever with my
mother,’
The professor turned pale to the
the dot-
dazed an
WF
f
YY
t in
+
LO
+
+1
up
oots of his white hair, But
tore, with an important manner, took
Francesca’s hand In iris and felt tor the
pulse at her wrist. Irancesca drew
her hand away and buried it under the
cashions,
‘Go away, Signor Dottore; go, go, I
do not want you. I wish to die and go
to my mother, Ilow miserable I am.
What torment!”
The professor looked
Ue doltore, The Signor Dottore, who
feit the unrufiled calm of profound
wisdom, screwed up hiseyes and twink-
ied ragaciously at the troubled profes-
sor, a8 much as to say: **He, hel learned
professor, I know a thing or two be-
yond you. With all your deep re-
anxiously at
darkness. Stand aside, good professor,
and admire the wealth of my knowl-
edge of human nature. The heart of
the woman Is an open book to me.”
So with a fatherly and jocose air the
dottore drew a chair toward Fran-
oesca’s couch,
**S8a, su, Francesca, what is the mat-
ter now?
slain with your dark eyes? Al, little
iady, I hear terrible stories of your
i
!
i
wrist,
““Babbo,” pleaded Francesca, with a
piteous shiver of disgust, as she hid
herself deeper in the pillows. The
professor moved uneasily,
* Come, come, Francesca,” babbled
the dottore, ‘give your devoted ad-
murer that little wrist, The youth of
Siapente will mob old Caporall if he
doesn’t quickly cure the beautiful
Franoesce. A touch of fever, profes.
sour, nothing, nothing. A composing
draught and our Francesca will ba as
dangerous asever,
I'rancesca turned round and raised
oersell na siting position, **Go
awiy, Signor Dottore. I hate you,
30 uway, babbo,’’ she said, I implore
pou (oleave me alone. Babbo, dear
peace, in peace.”
The miserable professor trembled
in the girl's eyes penetrated the dense
covering that shrouded Dottore Capo-
rall’s soul, Francesca buried herself
once more in the cushions, The two
and then went feebly away.
Presently Aununziata came
| looked wistfully at F.ancesca,
*“1he Signor Antonio bids me
| the signorina if she will have
i flowers on the terrace the same as
year."
| “I do not care, Nunziata; I
told you I do not care for anything.”
**Ah, my little one, do not say that,
{ you will
{ Think of Signor Antoulo, too.”
{ “Nunziata,” cried Irancesca, turn-
| ing her {flaming eyes suddenly on the
{ old nurse; ‘'go away this minute, and
{ leave me in peace.”
t and went sorrowfully away. Butin a
| very short tyme she returned again,
| ““The Signor Antonio goes Lo-morrow
{ to the market at V—-—; he bids me
{ inquire if he can do anything for the
| sigporina.’”” That wearisome, blunder- |
ing Antonio again! Always questions
when she wished to be quiet and watch |
| the sun die over the hill!
**Nothing, nothing, Nunziata, Why
loes the Signor Antonio plague me like
I am far too unhappy to want
lace. He should know
in and
last
Last year, when
Antonio started hurriedly
without asking your will, you were
angry and scolded 1 well”
y burst i i They were
} against now, ven
reproved her,
ud she was 50 I
was grave
her as if s!
wd
SISHOLIH.
hin
or
i
ziata hey
ely,
Babbo
| i!
1 at
a the SN
ASL,
glily
Lils
of ii would
to her dark
on the
ivry and
DJUry and
» tears welled in
ind moved
hand was or
Francesca’
and hs unde
angry with the world,
Autonio, angry with
i all angry
because
she began te
gelf- u
Nunziata
of
i
}
il
r
har
Lie
¥
of
she
attic
ather estranged late, and
‘ew days Francesca said to herself
+ had been unkind and
J WAS As
She had
ied
3
> he
1180 as it a8 FES Oi
hard a word, Francesca
Le iit and implored, although
away and cried, “Leave me in
Now, Annunziata had some
h, she too would Kkpow the
J SPORE
. 16
i
riata would now understand a
her pain. But ounlya
oid cannot reel with
awful vivid throbs which rend the
eager being of the young. So Fran-
cesca turned back with her worst feel.
ings uppermost, and plunged her little
hands about in the grain for her doves,
Let Annunziata come to her if she |
wished for sympathy, and she made
the grain slip through her fingers in
golden streams, Why did Annunziata
sob so bitterly? Such a pain began to
creep about Francesca’s heart? Pre
sently she heard Annunziata coming
up the stairs, sobbing all the while,
Francesca’s heart throbbed very fast,
Annunziata opened the door und
came 1n with coffee and brioche on a
tray. Her face was convulsed and her
lips twitched. She did not try to hide
the disarray of her grief, but set the
tray on a table near Francesca without
a word and turned and left the room.
As she shut the door, Francesca stood
abashed for a moment, then she sprang |
after her and called in the passages in
a vibrating voice:
‘“*Annunziatal”
“Signorina,'’ replied the nusae,
‘Annunziata, come back,” cried |
Francesca, in an imperative tone.
Annunziata followed Francesca back |
to her room,
“Nunziata, what is the
Why don’t you speak to me?’
“Ah, signorina, why should I tell |
you my sorrow?” said the old nurse
with mournful gentleness. **You care
no more for us, nor our joys and woes, |
You drive us away from you with cold
words, When I come in here I do not
find the dear little angel of old, ready
with a smile and a kiss for her old
nurse, but a proud, harsh signorina,
who has {orgotten all her faithful
friends.”
“Nunziata, it
r !
i
the
litt la
iia,
those
matter?
open my lips the signorina cries,
‘Leave. me in peace.’ Desides, my |
heart has been weighed down. These |
are dark days for the country.”
“What do you mean, Nunziata '
asked Francesca, a swift flash of re
membrance darted through her braln,
“Aime! While the signorina has
been shut up alone, taking no part in
our troubles, many hearts have been
broken. There have been soldiers here,
soldiers there, Garibaldina everywhere,
and the news of batiles, every
town has widows and orphans, and
mothers weeping for their sons.”
Francesca was stunned, All this time
she had forgotten the struggles of her
country,
“There was a horrible battle a few
of our youth went this morning at day-
| break to join the Garibaldi.” Annun-
ziata’s lips trembled. Francesca's
{ heart gave a great bound and then
{ stood still, Her lips turned white,
{| Her great eyes dilated with a sudden
| terror.
Annunziata began again. “The
signorina has told us all that slic wishes
to die, and lie down in the little churche«
{ yard, ‘I care for nothing, nothing, let
me dle!’ cried the signorina. But the
Signor Antonio, good, patient soul, he
{ himself, The Signor Antonio has gone
to die for his country,”
“Nunziatal’? There was a
of pain in Francesca’s cry.
But Annunziata went on with a touch
of that cruelty that sometimes leaps up
in the gentlest creatures,
“Yes, the Signor Antonio wastes no
He has gone to die,
and all because the signorina’s soft
Italian heart has gone away, and an-
harsh
Iara,
“Annunziata, you are
cruel, old woman!” cried Francesca,
passionately. **Y ou know that it is not
true. You know that Antonio would
never have retused the call of his coun-
try.” Her great eyes were flashing,
shining so brightly that her face seemed
transfigured in the tremulous glow.
nhunziata thought Was more
beautiful than all the saints in heaven.
They were both so wretched, and their
1earts beat in harmony of sorrow; but
hey were also angry and excited and
nforgliving.
“Ah! Thes
herself
ziata, as she
a wicked,
she
nioryg
ignoru
v
n 14 18 happy to con-
7? moaned Annun-
ay down the large
ole 80 easil
went LW
“aw
worked
Was mi
for
IBNZS
by a haun
vered
Francesca.
ul much to
$ 1
ts
Re Seemed
ressed
}
Her,
had
im alt
to him
(werent
= EL
never
he had
pith asenseof t
Yett
knew he
able enign
thn
wit
ender:
love. il he wa
was there, Strange a:
i, It all came
hi of a revelation.
Aig Of
106
1if
up
Fill
CRE 3
ever came i
onion again
ttie and empty hes
shade
under the
trees
now to sit
gray green olive
trel terrace.
could hear the wind rustling In
the bamboos in the dry ditch. It was
there to sit with Antonio on
bench and watch for
babbo coming home from his scientific
labaratory., It pleased her to linger
there 1a the fragrant stillness, while
the lizards crept close to her feet with
their strong bright eyes staring at her
Rome-
lizard
on Whe
lised e
r vine
She
she used
the worn
stone
times Antonio had lured a green
to crawl on his hand.
vind, faithful Antonio, dearest of
brothers! If he coula but return and
the old peaceful life go on as before,
reading and singing and planting
flowers, and laughing with Annunziata,
as happlest brother and sister, while
babbo smiled at them through the
amiable mists that rose from his dreains
of queer Leasts, But Francesca was
troubled at the bottom of her heart,
for she knew she was deceiving herself
and caressing an idle fancy. Antonio
loved her with no brotherly love,
Then Francesca was aware of volces
creeping upon the silence. The air
was broken by wandering cries, From
the distance rolled the sound of tramp-
ling feet. They came nearer and
“Viva la
patria—viva la Garibaldi-—viva il Rel”
rose plaintively amid the joyous shouts,
Suddenly there was a stillness, and
after a space a shrill scream from An-
nunziata, Francescasprang to her fest
under his
shaggy gray brows,
“Canna, Carina,” he stuttered, and
seizing Francesca's hand he drew her
into the large stone kitchen,
There was quite a crowd about the
door that opened on the street.
Annunziata had fallen on a chair with
her apron flung over her head, She
was trembling like an aspen leaf,
Handsome young 'L'ito, Giuseppes lad,
stood near her with his arm in a sling
and his uniform torn and dusty, Pretty
“Ecco la signorina,’” whispered the
crowd at the door.
“tieeo,” Tito bowed to Francesca,
who enveloped him in a gazo of speech:
leas entreaty.
“We have had a glorious victory,”
signorina, The Signor Antonio was
the bravest of the brave, He laughed
at danger. Where the bullets fell
thickest there was the Signor Antonio,
But~~the gallant siguor is much woun-
ded, mignorina. A cannon ball took
off his left arm. He is in the hospital
and they say he will recover. 11 Gari.
baidi shook hands with our signor.
pital.”
over. He was alive,
anything 80 that he yet lived?
“And the victory, signorinal
Garibaldini have gained the day every
{ where—"'
{ Francesca threw herself on hier knees
{by Annunziata and drew the apron
{ from her fuce. The throng
{ away from the door.
old trembling head
| boscm,
| “Nunziata — Nunziata,
sobbed,
Aunnunziata’s heart was
| thus rocked in the arms of the child
{ she had received into the world, They
{ mingled their tears and lamentations,
| while the poor professor looked on with
down upon her
mia,” she
soothed,
FASHION NOTES.
Many of the
color alternating with narrow lines of
white, and the surface of a fair propor-
tion of these are
| knew not how to express,
-
“Ecco our signer Antonio,’,
screamed Annunziata from the window’
frantically waving her handkerchief,
Ie had come!
A shadow darkened the portico, and
Antonio walked out the rich,
broad light, Francesca stood motion
{ less and spellbound. Her heart shrank
a sudden, agonizing pain, as she
saw in a rapid glance the change
wrought in his fine figure and hand-
{ some face, A sharp stab of irreparable
{ sorrow plerced her when she noticed
{ the emp pinned across hi
breast. Werelthote pale, wasted cheeks
Antonio’ The ghastly creases
his neck turned her si
BCArs on
was swep
into
wit?
Wikis
Y 8ieeve 8
rd
ait}
BOUL
woved J
AIWAYS
igination
y % 1 +
vauiily ga
down on
nestled against
arm w
torn by stormy
wounded prid
modesty.
Dear, dear
id
dish caprices,
From
YO.Ce8 1
The wind murmu
he leaves whispered peace,
1 Ie
f
Ant
oS never
2 Wot
ch
1 roses was
the ct
of
he erisp splash
broke and
basin was
beams as
the radiant air were threads fron
weaving of lova peace
n the iufinite heart of thi
lost itself
a ripple of
¥
they glar i {x
wed and trembl
and
en
An Unsteady Island
Once
east,
boat were
fierce was
only hope
, during a heavy gale from the
a party of spon
drive:
the hurricane th
was to keep boat
fore the wind and run out into the
Gulf, For four or five hours the
headlong race was kept up; but finally
the wind abated, and by early moming
the sea was as smooth as glass, a pecu-
liarity often noticed here afler a gale,
They had been carried far out of sight
of land, and were well nigh worn out,
when one of the spongers exclaimed
that they wert nearing shore, and
soon the entire party saw a familiar
sight that seemed to signify a reef-—a
flamingo standing motionless in the
water. As the boat drew near, the
bird raised its graceful neck, straight-
ened up, and stretched its wings as If
to fly; then, seeing that they were not
go'ng to molest it, it resumed its posi-
tion of security.
To their astonishment, the men soon
perceived that, instead of resting on a
reef, the bird had alighted on a huge
leather turtie that was fast asleep upon
| the water. Indeed, the flamingo was
in distress, like themselves, having
been off shore by the same storm, and
it had evidently taken refuge on the
sleeping turtle, The men did not at
| tempt to disturb it, and their last view
as they pulled away to the east was of
the flamingo attempting to lift one leg
hint
Lia
the
| lating motion of the floating turtle ren-
| dered well nigh impossible,
siti es
Animals That Change Color,
There is a tiny crustacean,
| chameleon shrimp, which can alter its
On a sandy bottom 1t
appears gray or sand-colored; when
lurking among seaweed it lecomes
green, or red, or brown, according to
the nature of its momentary bick-
ground.
unconscious, or at least involuntary,
happens to rest,
body ever blushed on purpose, though
{ complained that an eminent actor did
not follow his stage directions because
he omitted to obey thie rubrical remark,
‘Here Harold purples with anger.”
The change 1s produced by certain au-
tomatic muscles which force up pars
ticular pigment ealls above the others,
geeen coming to the top on a green sur-
face, red on a ruddy one, and brown or
gray where the circumstances demand
them, Many kinds of fish similarly
alter color to suit their background by
forcing forward or backward certain
special pigment-cells known as chro.
matophiores, whose various combina
tions produce at will almost any ve
quired tone or shade,
-A novelty in Carlsbad glass con-
ing and partly covering a vase
and pink
he feature in spring
sateens, percales and etamines,
A of
zephyrs,
WIAD a scarf shape, had
’ ’
with
e substance,
ornaments were mixed
over
grenadine
were
the shoulders of a jetted
wrap, the which
in a large bell form.
17
¥
sleeves of
back of
» was also of
wee supplied
a
rriage mantle
f brown was
fri
unl
» Was
nee descen
It was drawn int
muitl
+}
«f
88
basque
ng cloak of
t was of clot}
of gray effect, due
black and whit
back was a three
nanifested i:
ceeding
in texture,
simplicity :
4
Over the close-fitting
cornered handkerc! with
crosg-bars,. This was arranged
folded hood, ending in a point the
waist, while the entire fro: rom
neck to feet, was described by a double
revers of the check folded fr the
points. Round the collar was a neck
of oxidized silver, terminating
with an oraam of the same, and
duplicate of the necklace was used as g
cham across the chest drapery.
1 4 1
HEL, ATE
as a
at
al
10,
f
i
y
¥
om
ace
ant
Y
~rinoline proper, slightly distend-
ing the dress skirt all around, will not
return to favor this or the next
season, as the determined opposition of
leaders of fashion, both here
abroad, and also in court circles, pre-
cludes all possibility of the return of an
object so contrary to taste, grace and
comfort. The crinolette, jus! nicely
supporting the dress in the back, 1s so
small and so well concealed by drap-
eries that
pected, and
either
and
its
when, instead of this,
number is often reduced to one,
little mattress tournure sent home in
dresses made by good modistes
supports the dress away
from the figure at the waist, This is
all that is wom in the way of distend-
ing the skirts Ly leading women of
fashion,
~There is a new fabric called Geneva
plush, of which the pile is so short as
to be rather suggestive of velvet, but
velvet of that peculiar thick and close
its name. This plush is being largely
It is as black as jet, richer and
handsomer In appearance than velvet,
being little injured by rain, Some of
the wraps take the form of élose-litting
bodices, with extremely rich decora-
tions of jet lace and Leads. Some of
the Jet is as carefully shaped and as
delicately carved as are neck and ear
ornaments made of this material. One
example bad a high Medici collar of
jet, the turn-down corners of which
displayed ja lining of velvet, The am-
ple folds of lace 1n front, as well as the
basque sides, were held In place by jet
ornaments, which Illkewise appeared in
great profusion upon the sleeves, On
another was arranged a lace fichu,
showing as a double fan at the back of
the neck, with a handsome jet em-
broidery on each side, while its scart
ends and lace front were similarly
ornamented,
NOTES.
HORSE
--Macey Drothers, Versailles, Ky.
says that Messenger Chief has from five
in Kentucky, for money.
It 18 reported that Secretary T. J
Vail, of the National Trotting Asso
ciation will resign after the May meet
~A catalogue has been sent us of
Alto Stock Farm, at Iemount,
Pa. Woodlawn and
—We have received a catalogue of
jenvenne Stock Farm, Dauphin
Pa, Heptagon. purchased at
the Goldsmith sale, heads the stallion
list,
— Entries for the Point Breez: meel
ing close April 25th, The Suffolk
Belmont and Gentlemen’®s Driving
Course purses remain open a week lon
ger.
(rerman
aged
wr fv
— Buccaneer, the famous
sire of race horses, died recently,
80 years, and the mare Kinesem,
the Greenwood
few gres
“Sand vermore, Camden,
be a stallion
ligree which he hg
* i 4s oung hi Wide-a-
iy 1 Island Dictator,
Thompson, second dam
i PPRLS 1 y LN y
mpson 26%), by
hai e,
ig opttin 3 te
is getting 10 juite
man, fron AS
sent uo
wake,
Laura
The
Wagoner.
% CAS
i dam
Lydia
Wild
—-<1 he Cuto i 3 irn of hor-
ses exported the port of New
York last four years is
follows: In it was 510
value, $161.50; in 1834, 488
value, $181.03 1885, 357
value, $14 1886. 358
value, $150 348,
~1t is now said thal Phyllis, 215,
will go Austria, having been purchased
by Prince Smith, of Vienna. Mr.
Smith already has Gladys, 2.33, and
Hambleton, 2.26], which were shipped
to him from America a year ago, Sil-
ver Leal, 2.23, that was bought a year
ago by Mr. Moser, of Vienna, from
Chicago parties for $6000, did not do
well, the purchaser being told that she
did not need toe-weights, while they
3
were exactly what she wanted.
As
head,
head,
head,
head,
! AR
-Samuel Carpenter, of Spring Dale
Stock Farm. Port Penn, Del. has sold
to Edward 5S. Handy, Jr., Fox Chase
’
old, by Gladiator, dam Lady Gray, by
iso,
a draught horse to Witham Freeman.
West Philadelphia, Mr. Carpenter
by Wood's Bashaw.
Jennie V. goes to Spring Dale for a
brood mare.
--At the annual inesting of the Turf
Congress, held at Cincinnati last No-
vember, the question of having salar.
ied judges at the rack meetings of the
Western Circult came up and was re-
ferred to a special committee 0 meet
at Lowasville, and, after some discus.
sion, the following was adopted: ** Re.
solved, That It 1s the unanimous sense
of this committee that each club of the
American Turf Congress should, in the
interest of breeders, owoers and fair
racing, provide a regular set of impar
tial and skiliful judges t> serve
throughout each meeting.**
~S, 8, Brown has returned to his
home, at Pittsburg, after a trip to Mo.
bile to inspect his racing stable ir
training there. He says the best gen
eral health prevails in the stable, and
that there is nothing in the talk ol
epidemic, Some of the horses have
been a little under the weather, but
not seriously. Troubadour has been
blis.ered on the off foreleg for a splint,
from which he showed some lameness,
but be is now well, and the rest from
Regular, York soems to have Jose hm
good. oe C in speaks highly of
Blus Wi pa the great improve.
ment he made since las. season,
and adds that he has backed the Billet
colt for $400 in the Suburtim