BREIRAVAD. ne 2 worshipped her in such devout, strong wise, That all the essence of my sou! and brain Dwelt tu the vestal violet of her eyes, Calm as the ghost-glance of some dead Elaine, I knew that I alone this gem possessed, Remembering years of supplication, ere ¥ dared to touch the Weees of Ler breast, Or kiss the tavey Orient of her hair. T trusted In the smile her pure face wore; I murmured the sweet gospel of her words ; And would have doubted of her love neo more Than summer would have birds. Untill, as blind beatitude increased, Truth’s dismal skeleton with subtle art, Bitting beside me at soft passion’s feast, Showed me that rank, black infamy-—her heart, doubted of its Ah, God! no hells have torment to compare With the mad, nameless pain I suffered then— The mental crucifixion of despair Must be alike to Adam's anguish, when For the first time he saw Eden's bloom, The luminous day he thought was ever bright, Swoon by slow changes to the twilight's gloom, And die in the black voids of boundless night. rn etl Mr. (rabbe's Burglar. Two maiden ladies occupy the front parlor of our lodging-house, and Mr. Crabbe, an exceedingly crusty ald bachelor, the back parlor adjoining. We never knew whether it was his name that made him so crabbed, or whether his natural disposition bad given him his name. Between him and the Misses Brown, the said maiden ladies, war raged almost without cessa- tion—till recently. Mr. Crabbe owns an uncommonly vicious parrot, which generally the freedom of its owner's room, and the ladies have a very large cat, which they claim is far more telligent than the average man. mer davs Jack, the parrot, sits in in- Sum- the ple were two iarge pajls of ice water, he prepared theia ever 7 night, we learn- ed afterward. The head of the dummy cested on the door; all was still. “I don't beiieve he’s awake,” whis- pered Harry, ‘Let's give it another shove.” The shove was accordingly given; the negro’s shoulders came in sight, when, like a second deluge, a whole pail of ice water went through the transom, and as the young men were crouching on the floor directly beneath it, of course they were drenched, The dummy fell to the floor with a thump. With a cry which they could not wholly suppress, Harry and Dick sprang away and sped up-stairs, just as a second pailful came through. Un- luckily, Sampson, who always roamed through the house at his pleasure, felt called upon to pass that way just then, and the second instalment fell directly upon him. Well, the cat made no effort whatever to disguise his feelings; the house rang with feline anguish in just two sec- onds. Mr. Crabbe's door and that of the Misses Brown flew open simultane- ously, and the three gazed at each other in well nigh speechless anger. Dick and Harry were safe in their room, lodgers in various kinds of un- dress uniform thronged the hall and stairways, making incoherent inquiries as to “What on earth is the matter?” The dummy lay on the floor. Streams of ice water were pouring over the oilcloth. Sampson, the in- stant his mistress’ door opened, went through it like a meteor and disappear- ed under the bed; Jack, awakened from his slumbers, perched on the door and remarked, — “Well, I never!” “I suppose,” said Mr. Crabbe, when he could speak, “that 1 am indebted to you ladies for this joke.” “Sir,” retorted Miss Abigail, indig- nantly, “vou insult us.” ladies, suddenly remembering that they were not dressed to receive com- slamming Mrs. Smith, our landlady, appeared The vials of Mr. Crabbe’s i i § i RIS HEAD CUT OFF A GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF AN EXECUTION IN MONGOLIA: The Victim, » Yiserable-Looking Being, Drawn in 33 Vrdinary Farm Oart. The Rev. J. Gilmour in the Chinese Recorder: Jan. 4, 1880, was a bitterly cold day in Mongolia. 1 had hardly got my table, forms and medicine-boxes out to the stand on the streets when it became apparent that there would be nothing done on the streets that day. As I came near the Yamen there seem- ed to be a stream of people pouring in- to it, and a friendly Chinese asked me if I too had come to see the bustle. “What bustle?” The execution, of course. I had never heard of it, but joined the stream and found myself in the outer court of the Yamen. The open court was partly filled with a crowd of townspeople, mostly voung, among whom petty traders were sell- ing flour, tea and sweetments. The south gate looks out upon a square mile or so of waste land, desolated by a river whose stream for most of the vear is a mere rivalet. The northwest wind was sweeping the sand across the plain. Close by the gate a small crowd of boys, with their hands up their sleeves, crouched in the shelter of a house. Not far off from the crowd were lying on the ground. Country- men came straggling across the plain on their way to market to sell their loads of brush-wood fuel. 1 out to the shed, and coming some movement beginning. The table and chairs were being carried through the willow plantation toward the shed, catching on the bushes as they passed. the willows when a voice close at hand “fun.” Looking toward presence of the and abuses the big cat, who is rendered almost delirious by his inability climb the door casing, which Crabbe has carefully zine, and annihilate his enemy. Harry Clark and Dick Allison, two bright, manly young {all rellows, also room in the house. Thev are the life of the tivity. We all take our meals tions as these have been frequent: — From Miss Priscilla Brown: that abominable bird of itself hoarse vesterday.” “Thank you madam; I am happy to ¥act is remarkable, considering the tim.” “Vicious, indeed!” Abigail. This from Miss “I assure vou, sir, quiet disposition and gentle manners.” “Yes'm, he seemed quiet that day door trying to get at poor Jack! I guess the zinc I've put on will fix his nails,” chuckling. Yes'm an out- rage! And I shall vacate my room once—at once, madam 1” She rules us with an iron never know when she may Now she showed strong symptoms of bursting as she re- plied ,~— “Really, Mr. Crabbe, I don’t vou left that sudden.” “You shouldn’t rent your rooms to people who play jokes. madam.” “Didn't I tell you 0?” said the par- rot. “But I don’t know who did it,” tear- fully :*‘but I suppose itwas those boys.” “Yes, ma'am, we are the culprits,” Dick, having down stairs and joined the grinning group in the hall, who, now that their first “Oh, vou young scamps!” Shrieked “I'll have vou arrested; Priscilla, with dignity. The sisters usually take turns in attacking the en- interrupts the beligerents and adroitly turns the conversation. Now it bappened that the Misses Brown were mortally afraid of bur- glars, and on the hottest night the transom over their tightly closed. that he might oppose his neighbors, professed the utmost fearlessness as lested, “1 hope, sir,” said Harry Clark, want a murder in the house.” “No, 1 shouldn't shoot.” “Might one inquire what you would do then?” asked Dick Allison. “No, sir, one mightn’t” replied the old gentleman testily. «If you hap- pened to be the burglar, you'd find out.” A conversation like this seemed to take place every few days. One day Dick said to Harry,— “Let's get up a joke on old Crabbe, He's bragged #0 much about not being afraid of barglars; let's scare him and see what he will do in an emergency.” Bo the two put their heads together, and shortly evolved a dummy, sur- mounted by a very black negro mask and an uncommonly woolly wig. “Wonder what he'll do when that phiz appears over his doorway,” said young Allison. It was sn uncommonly hot July right ; everybody but the Misses Brown slept with transoms and windows wide open, Mr. Crabbe included. About one o'clock the two young men stole softly down the stairway, bearing between them the combination that was to scare Mr. Crabbe. made their descent noiselessly, with no trouble, as a light slways burned in the hall, and they were v Nobody has a very clear iden of just what happened after the conspirators reached the door and placed the dummy in position. It seems, however, that the old gentleman, who is a light sleep- er, was awakeyed wd by a slight noise, and starting up, be saw the head of a negro appearing in the open transom. Flipping out of bed he noiselessly climt- “But Mr. Crabbe,” pleaded Harry, “I think it's partly vour fault. We tify our own room, and you wouldn't "” added Dick. “I daresay "” tes ‘Serves you right! And not taking the trouble to say good-night, Mr. Crabbe allowed his red dressing-gown to vanish through his door. “Serves you right,” said Jaek. Harry and Dick carried the demol- ished dummy out to the coal house, tired to ons rooms. The next morning the bachelor and the maiden ladies utterly ignored each other until the former gruffly re- marked, — “I suppose I owe you ladies an apol- ogy, as 1 learn it was those young scamps across the table who disturbed my rest last night.” The ladies were #0 pleased at being the recipients of an apology from a man that they melted at once. Anxious inquiries as to Sampson, from the rest of us, developed the fact that he was ns well as could be expected, the sis- ters having spent the rest of the night drying his precious fur. The cook said that he stole a pint of cream that same afternoon, so we felt that his condition was not hopeless, provided, of course, that he still man- aged to elude the flat-irons aud things cook throws at him st such times, Strangely enough, peace was declar. ed between Mr. Crabbe and the Misses Brown. As for Harry and Dick, they were 80 amiably penitent that no one at all merciful could lay up anything aguinst them, Juck and Sampson are still sworn enemies, and Mr. Crabbe still his ice water each night. In case he should not wake up until the had made an entrance we are in doubt as to what would occur, and Harry and Dick decline to institute suy further investigations, A Orank’s Bequest, ; A. B. Arthur, an eccentric farmer of Marion, Mo., who died in June, by his will hia be d $50 found a home for “indigent to the men in that knife, the handle appropriately ending up in a carved human head. f minutes later the cavalry with their red bravery wound in sight and close lean horses and all OX. art, three or four of them were hold- of his pale, haggard man about 48 vears His hands were tied behind ‘haracters, and affixed to a stick thrust in the wind. had somewhat in- left its shelter Fhe crowd, which 3 z the willow plantation wo take up a good position sand get a good view. There was no need to hurry. «and drifted on the road and there the wan animals came nearly to a stand. still. Arrived at the place the prisoner and his guards dismounted and stood in & little group just in front of the shed. 1 a. myself just opposite the prisoner. He was a tall, pale, starv- ed Chinaman. He was in fetters. His trousers were in rags to such an extent that they in no way concealed his per- For upper garments he had a ragged wadded jacket. [is bare arms were bound with a rope behind his stil. had formed an icicle, which hung from his thin, black moustache on his upper ip. The hair on his unshaven head had grown long. A smart, swift cart soon drew up be- the mandarin entered through the doorway left in pe matting at the beak, the guards shuffled the prisoner forward toward the front of the shed, made him duck his head to the mandarin, and then, with some noise and shouting, hurriedly hustled him ofl at a greater distance. The crowd surged about and I could see nothing. A moment or two later | caught a glimpse of a group of men crouching round a kueeling figure, holding him at extreme arm’s length and averting their faces and keeping their heads as far away as possible. The crowd surged again; there was a sound such as | have heard from a butcher's cleaver when splitting open a carcass, The crowd was still for a moment, then began rapidly to disperse, and there was the man’s head lying on the sand, the features unchanged, ex- cept the eyes closed. The trunk it was impossible to see through a crowd of youths and boys who pressed close around it, The mandarin climbed in- to his cart aud drove off. The crowd scattered quickly, young and old re- marking, with glee and approval, “Wasn't that knife sharp?” Two men, after fixing the end of the pig-tail to the long hair near the brow, slipped a ten-foot pole through the loop, and earryving the head thus started for the [ Finding that blood still drip- ped they, by a movement of the pole, wiped it on the sand and slowly went TT Th 52 ily fil i i i : : HY i burial simply isked him why he did not use a sharp knife. The crowd asked what he wanted it for. The lad replied: «I had a use for it.” But the wind was eold. The bus'le was over. The crowd had gone, The shed was being taken down. The table and chairs were being carried off, One of the men burying said to the other: “I'll finish this; you go and see to the things getting back-—one table and two chairs.” The ground was frozen. No hole had been dug. To cover a corpse by heaping up the loose sand unfrozen on the surface was not easy, especially in a high wind. The dead man’s bare heels would peep through, and I went slowly on, leaving the man at his un- finished task. A few days later I passed the place and some one had taken the poor, little, miserable rope from the ankles and the blood-saturated, ragged wadded jacket from the shoulders, the heels still staring through the sand like two stones. At a later visit the heels were still there and the dogs had gnaw- ed one of the arms. CLEANLY SAVAGES, Many of Them Think a Dally Bath is Really a Necessity. Cleanliness is a virtue which is not supposed to be practised to any large extent among uncivilized people. It is a fact, however that some savage tribes are cleanly in their habits, and in this respect are far superior to many people who live in civilized lands. In scores of African tribes the daily bath is regarded as a necessity of | is to bathe in the river or little that flows near the native village. their This habit washing | and faces after the meal. | is widely practised and | served not only among such advanced | people the Waganda, but also { among small and less promising tribes i on the Congo, It may surprise some people to learn | that the use of tooth-| all parts of Africa. i is noted for his fine white i he does not keep hem i an effort. The toot native African i of | til the fibres at the | eating without as : African teeth, but white without h-brush used by the consists of a short stick fibrous wood, which is chewed un- end resemble bris- ne iin 4 ties, j over their teeth. Mr. Ashe says that | the Wauyamwezi, who have splendid teeth, seldom have the | their mouths, We would think it hard were we compelled te keep clean with. out soap. But many Africans have | their too, which, though it | soft and rather dirty in appearance, answers the purpose very well. The | Waganda, for instance, place ashes in plantain leaves folded up in the form {of a funnel. Water is poured in and {is caught as lye in another vessel. | Then fat is added to the and the whole mixture is boiled down. The process is almost exactly the same as very lines | a is lve | facture of soft soap. There is torial Africa from Egypt and the Sou- dan. ——— Joking a Rallroad Director. joker from way back, and it cold week when he couldn't something new on the boys. { railroad junction, and spring It was a more or less always to be found there waiting for a train. One of Dick's best guys proved his ruin. baggage truck in a shady spot on the depot platform. In the semi-dark- i ness the figure was perfect. One i hand held a parasol and the if she were in great distress, was attached to her back snd was conducted into the ticket office, and at figure to turn 8 back somersault over the truck by a pull of the wire. Maay and many a man got sold on that young lady, and it had got to be an old story when a “fresh” came along one evening and the boys gave Dick the tip. He set his trap and waited for results. On the same train with the “fresh” came a director of Dick's road—a hefty old chap about 50 vears old. He was not known, and had no occasion to introduce himself. Somehow or other the fresh” refused to bite, but the director did. Getting uneasy after a while, he began walk- ing the platform, and by and by his gaze fell upon the female in the shadow of the freight house. He advanced rather cautiously, and as he came up he lifted his hat and saluted: “Ahem! Good evening!” There was no response, and he walked on a few feet, and turned and retraced his steps. “Ahem! Beg pardon, but are you in trouble?” he asked. She did not reply, and he walked again and returned to say: are in trouble and need a DILL NYE STUCK. How He Had to be Dug Out of a New Pavement. An extremely tall man, whose prom- inent characteristics seemed to be a pair of ears, No. 14 boots, and a bald head, wandered uncertainly out of the Willard the other evening, says the Washington Post, and started down Pennsylvania avenue. His walk was listless and his long legs wobbled. He inspected Franklin's statue and criticised audibly for several minutes and then continued his journey to. ward the capitol. At Ninth street a gang of laborers were busy putting down a new coat of macadamized pavement and the huge rolling-machine was getting in its work, The tall man became interested. He smiled happily at the passers-by and gave his undivided attention to the busy scene before him. It was near closing time, and presently the laborers laid aside their tools and prepared to quit work. The roller was covered in an oil-cloth suit and the workers left the street, “‘ Funniest thing 1 ever saw,” re- marked the tall man aloud. “What's the fare?” The question was directed to a little negro boy who was donning a ragged cont. “What fare?” he inquired. ““How much do they charge?” “Waflo?” “To ride on the masheen.’ The little negro looked the man over ’ | carefully, placed his hand in his trou- | ser’s pocket, and strolled away whist- | ling sweetly the inspiring { ee Emzzle-Dazzle.” | in scornful silence, and then walked in | & doubtful, uncertain Kind of way out onto the new made pavement. He took two steps and stopped. | tures expressed surprise at | amazement, and then the first, then two come | he didn’t move. His legs shook and the air at the rate of four mate per- on the | hand fanned 8 minute, and similar revolutions | miles ite formed other, while a crowd : '% the sidewalk. “Leggo!” he velled, oongregated rapidly “i Legeo me feet!” Then he pawed for a moment and looked toward his audience in a gen- tie, pleasing way. “Make ‘em tively, “I can't ge A small boy snickered and a fat man large, round tone on 5 £4 FORE, laughed in a Yaioe, some one shouted. “Git an axe!” And then, amid the approving criti- cisins of 400 people, the fat man, two policemen, and a clerk dug up four square yards of asphaltom pavement in liberating the tall man. The Jatter, upon reaching | the sidewalk and before returning io | his peculiar way to the Willard house, banded one of his rescuers this card: “Bir Ny, “TomKinsville, 8. C.” t obliged.” 3 “ ——— - Owns Miles of Wheat, Garner forty years ago obinson the Isle of Skve, off the west coast of Scotland. He shipped aboard a whaler and was wrecked on the coast of Japan, He was rescued by Commodore Perry's | seaman. He served in the Union Navy | during the war and then went to Man- itoba. He is now the owner of miles of wheat fields near Winnipeg, on the Canadian Pacific. Robinson is a bearded giant, weighing 240 pounds. He is | a visit, after an absence of two score VOars. ot A Whiskey Sabstitute, A substitute for whisky as a remedy | for rattlesnake bites has been discov | ered. A man in Clinton County, Mis- | souri, was bitten on the leg by a rat | tler while in the woods two miles | from home a few days ago, wiped the | blood off with a leaf. and taking a big | end of tobacco from his mouth bound it on the wound with a piece of bark. After reaching home he bathed his leg with ammonia, and bas suffered no ill effect other than a slight swelling of the bitten spot. a ————— PT Yery Funny Situation, Servian affairs have a ludicrous as- pect at present. Ex-King Milan is furions becanse the Servian Govern. ment allowed Nathalie to have an in- terview with her son, the young King Alexander. To the royal mind it will always seem absurd that any one con- nected, even in the remotest way, with & throne should indulge in natural af. fection. But Nathalie's love for her son is more praiseworthy than Milan's fondness for the gaming-table. Liked Mr, Childs. A London correspondent says: «My worthy friend, Mr. G. W. Childs of Philadelphia, assures me that he never stated that the MS. of ‘Our Mutual Friend’ was FUN. Some men have a mission: others have not even the promise of a consul- ste. Life, ’ Of course the emblematic bloom of base ball is the pitcher plant.— Balti. wore American, It doesn’t seem inappropriate that Tuscaloosa should have a dental college — Yonkers Gazette. There is nothing loud about the flan- nel shirt. On the contrary it is modest and shrinking. Washington Capital. Highwayman (to pawnbroker)-— Put up your hands! Pawnbroker-—— How much vill I get on ‘em ?—Texas Biftings. Temperance Orator— What is it, my hearers, that drives men to drink?” Voice from the Back BSeat—+Salt mackerel,”—Life. The glowing sutumn’s varied tints With stlent joy we always greet, Because its glided glory hluts Of buckwhest cakes and sausage mest ~ tics Observer. Little Elsie—«O, take me up, mam- ma; it's so muddy.” i Mamma— ‘Walk across, that's sa { good girl. Mamma has ail she can do to carry poor Fido.” —Life, “Is there anvthing a man cannot do?” asks an exchange. We have | never yet found a man who could scold i the children with his mouth full of | pins.~—Lawrence American, i Sullivan—Say Murphy, phwat th’ divi: i do th’ thrae balls mane over the pawn- broker's doure? Murphy—Oi tought | ivry intelligent mon knew they manes | fait’, hope an’ charity .—Time. Dervish incans “one who lies at the door.” It is not proper to call a re. turned fisherman a dervish, for he {begins it as soon as he gets yn the | ferryboat.—San Francisco Alta. Head Clerk—I'm letting my whiskers “Rol see, but 1 can’t to grow thei grow, sir. permit whiskers | must d employes i in business hours. They : . . poi < at $3 ¢ r own time GO thal lu uel own time. ie ronto Grip. { Young Wife—Ach! how fortunate 11 am in possessing a husband who { aiways stays at bome in the evening! Bosom Frifnd-—Yes, vour husband | never was much addicted to pleasure. ir fo] 4 | —Fliegende Blaetter. { “My dear sister, you should make a point of blushing when the Duke speaks to you.” ‘But | cannot.” { “Then the Duke is not | used to be."—Pick-Me Up. the man be teturned Traveller— <I have often thought of that voung Mr. Tease, and how he used to torment Miss Auburn | about her red hair. Did she ever even with him?” Old Friend-—+1. ago. She married him."— New Y¢ | Weekly. Inquiring spectator (at the races) — ““Which horse was it that won? Speculative spectator (gloomily)—+] {don’t know the name of the horse | that won, but I know the names of | most of the horses that didn’t win.” — | New York Weekly. : get mg Hk Tompkins—+ Heard you ieft the | boarding-house, Jack.” Jack— Yes: | the landlady was far too modest for ime.” Tompkins — «Modest — how's i that?” Jack—0, she insisted that we eat dressed beef at every meal.” Kearney Enterprise. “Oh, doctor, 1 don’t know what to do with poor William. He's working himself into an early grave. Can’t you suggest something to prevent him go- ing down hill so rapidly?” “He might try the legislature, madam. There the decline is only | gradual.” A little tot before tumbling into her nest, the other night, offered her slum- ber prayer as foiows: Now 1 lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to Keep, 11 1 should die before 1 wake (1 wouldn't die for a hundred dollars), 1 pray the Lord my soul to take. - Mew Bedford Standard. “1s there anything that 1 can do for you” asked the hotel clerk of a seedy looking man. “Yes, gir; you can Joan me 85.” “But I'm not going to do it.” “No. Ididn’t think it. I merely wanted to answer your question. Merchant Traveler. Goode Catche—+ By Jove! Whats | stunning creature May Blossom is.” Miss Chevious—+ Indeed.” Goode Catche— Yes; vom know, she's #0 well poised, so sure of Ler. self.” Miss Chevious—+ Well, she ought to be; she has known herself long enough.” Time. “What have you for me this morn. ing?” said Blinkins, as the letter car. rier spprosched. » “Something im. portant, 1 suppose.” «No, gir: onl a of cards. 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