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THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH,", ISUNDAT, AUGUST 11, 1889.
rVTBimX rOB TBI DISPATCH.
, HEN John's lather
married his second
wife it Was a Tery
sad day for John
and his sister Alice,
because at that time
commenced all their
troubles and sorrows. The
children's mother had al
ways been kind and in
dulgent with them, but
the new mother, the step
mother, hated the two
little mites and whenever
the woman had an op
portunity she would Tent
her angry mood on her
husband's children. In tke morning John
and Alice had to get np before sunrise.
"While Alice had to milk the cows, feed the
pigs and see to the horses, John had to
clean up the house inside and outside from
top to bottom. It was the boy who had to
cook the breakfast after he had lit the store.
All this time the stepmother was still in her
bed resting her lazy bones. "When she at
last got up for her breakfast the daintiest
and the best the house could afford cad to
be brought before her, while the children
had to satisfy their hungry stomachs with
dry bread and cold water.
The unfortunate part of it all was that the
father was Tery seldom at home. He was a
soldier, and as there was always some kind
of war, riot or revolution going on, could
not watch his children, although he was
Tinssionntelv fond of them. Had he known
how they were treated at home, the bad step
mother would have been sorry for the day
he had found her out.
But the women knew all this too well,
Whenever her husband happened to be at
home she would bestow the most lavish at
tention upon him and the children, too. In
this manner she deceived the man, who, be-
JieviD" his wile to be always Kind, per
suaded himself that he was the luckiest man
in the world to have such a jewel of a woman
for a wre.
But alas for the poor deluded soldier and
his two children, the woman had a boy of
her own, whom sue had brought into the
house when she got married to John's and
Alice's father. This boy was a perfect
tvrant to his motber and the woman was so
fond of him, that she would have done any
thing in the world to auord her boy. i elix.
one moment of pleasure. But Felix was
also an ugly boy and there was no com
parison between him, John and Alice. It
was principally on this account the woman
despised her step-children so much. It
stung her motherly pride when she saw how
rood, beautiiul and agreeable John and
Alice were, while her son was cenerally
called the leariui a elix by ail tne people in
Felix came to bis mother one day and
planting himself .right before her, he
"ilother, what can we do to get rid of
these two children, John and Alice? I hate
the very air they breathe, and if they are
not soon put out of the way I am sure I
"Yes, my dear boy, I think we have to
get rid of them, I bate them just as much as
you do, but how can it be done? If their
lather were to come home and find them
gone he would be awfully sorry, and then
what could I tell him?"
"Oh, tell him they are dead, and we
buried them I"
"But then he will want to see their
"That does not matter. I will fix up a
grave for them, put a headstone on it, and
if you likel will pnt'an epitaph on it, tool"
The boy's mother was easily persuaded
into the fearlul lad's plans, and she prom
ised to agree to everything Felix would do.
"All right then," he said; "to-morrow
morning we will get rid of them."
In the evening before John and Alice
went to bed Felix called them before him.
"To-morrow morning I will take you into
the woods for a day's picnic. You have
been working hard lately, and mother and I
have concluded to give you a rest. Be
ready at 4 o'clock in the morning to go
Thus lied the fearful Felix to the tro good
children, but they believed him because
they thought everybody was as truthful as
they were themselves. The next morning
John and Alice got up verv, very early.
They had not slept all night because the
Left in the Wood.
anticipation of the beautiful, enjoyable
time to come would not let them close their
eyes. They were just ready for their de
parture, and Alice was getting a basket
with sandwiches ready when Felix came in.
"What are you doing there?" he asked
the little girl, who became so frightened at
hjs terrible voice that she dropped one
piece of ham, which should have gone on
the bread, on the floor, and of course it was
"I am preparing a few sandwiches," she
then meekly replied. "I suppose we will
get hungry in the woods."
"Who ever heard of such a thing?" said
Felix. "People who go out fcr pleasure
don't want anything to eat. The old saying
is, 'He who works may eat Xever mind
about any food, you come along, there will
be lots where you are going to.
So the children went hungry away from
home and arrived in the woods and never
did two children spend such a sad time in
the woods. The beautiful flowers never
looked beautiful to them; the lofty trees,
which stretched their lofty branches like a
canopy of leafy verdure above them, never
impressed these children with admiration.
They never listened to the melodious tones
of the many birds, who warbled their songs
in bush and brushwood, and wh v? Because
they were hungry. As the hunger kmit
at their empty little stomachs their limbs
became heavy, their eyes lost their luster,
their heads began to ache, and what prom
ised to have been a day of pleasure proved
to be a day of painful agony. For just hear
what the fearful Felix did.
About noon John and Alice said to Felix:
"Let us return home, we are very hungrvf"
"Oh no, not yet; let us go and gather
some berries and take them home. You go
that way and I go this way, and we will
meet here again to see who has found the
The nasty fellow had said that purposely
to deceive them, but unsuspicious as the
two children were they went to seek berries,
while Felix ran quickly home to tell his
mother about his grand success. The un
natural womana laughed when the heard
that the two children were gone. The next
day Felix made a mound in the garden, and
he'put above it a marble stone, with these
Here lie John and Alice Buried.
.In few dayi the father of the two
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children returned home, and when his wife,
the stepmother, told him that both his
children were dead his sorrow knew no
bounds. He cried and lamented their loss
in a most pitiful manner, and when Felix
took him into the garden, where they were
supposed to be buried, the brave and strong
soldier fell across the gravestone, so much
was he overcome by his sorrow for the loss
of his children. The very next day he left
"Wife," he said. "I will return to the
war to seek consolation from my sorrow
in the deaths of my enemy. I do not know
when I shall come back, so fare thee well."
Thus the soldier went away, and Felix and
his mother had a grand time, enjoying
themselves to their hearts' content
In the meantime, however, John and
Alice had an awlul time in the woods.
After Felix had left them they began seek
ing berries, but they never found any, and
toward evening they returned, thinking
that he was awaiting their return where
they had left him. Bnt Felix was nowhere
to be seen. They called for him through
the entire woods, hunted for him high and
tow, out all in rain, .fceiix nan gone ana
they could not find him. Then they started
to find their' way home, but they were
equally unsuccessful in that attempt. They
ran over thorns and stones and stumps for
miles and miles through the forest until
they at last dropped down under a tree,
utterly fagged out ami tired almost to death.
Here they fell asleep and it was not until
nearly noon the next day that they awoke
from their sleep.
"Oh dear, oh dear, but' I am hungry,"
said Alice, "and so am I," remarked John.
Then both got up, and they commenced to
hunt for the berry bushes again. After
they had traversed the forest once more in
all directions, tbey were suddenly startled
by a noise which sonnded as if a hammer
struck the anvil. So they went in the direc
tion the noise came from until they at last
saw the glaring light of the fire in a black
smith shop in the distance.
"Thank heavenl" said John,"I guess we
are saved from a death of starvation."
When they arrived in the front of the
smithy they saw a tall, handsome man
swinging an enormous hammer in the front
of the brightest anvil you ever saw.
'Ulello, children!" he shouted good
naturedlyat the little ones, "how did you
John and Alice soon told their storv. and
they did not forget to remark that they had
not had anything to eat for two days. The
big blacksmith at once took them into his
house and he gave them such a meal of
meat, milk and vegetables that both the
children thought they had come into the
land of plenty, where hunger is never
"Now, what do you want to do?" said the
blacksmith to John and Alice, when they
"We do not know. Where our home is
we do not know either, and if yon will take
care of us we will work for you and make
ourselves as useful as we can."
John made this answer to the smith, and
the latter then replied: "All right, I think
lean do with you, and I will be as good to
you as a mother and father both."
The next day the blacksmith told Alice
to look after the house and cook the dinner,
while he and John went into the workshop.
John was soon taught here to become a fine
Thus years rolled by and the three people fn
the forest lived together as happily as possible.
One day, however, the old smith bad been
away in the tovn for some time, and when be
returned he said:
"John, you and I must go to the war. The
King has sent oat a proclamation that he is in
bad need of good soldiers, therefore you and I
"Bat what about meT" asked Alice.
'Oil, you must stay at home until we come
back." But Alice began to cry when she heard
"I do not want to remain here alone, and who
knows whether yon will not.be killed In the
war. and then I should never see either of you
again. No, let me go along. I can handle a
sword as well as a man, because you have
taugut me mat. uci una goaiong.--
"Very well, then, child," replied the smith,
who could not refuse the little cirl anything,
because he was so fond of her. "We will all go
together, and we shall take each of us a sword
that will mako us invincible in the hottest
Then, they all began to prepare themselves for
their departure, and on the following; day they
closed their home to go away. When they ar
rived on the field of battle the fight was raging
fiercely. The King had been attacked by an
overwhelming force, and it looked very much as
If he was to lose the battle. Bat no sooner bad
the smith, John and Alice appeared on the
scene, when all changed. The three rode beauti
ful black horses, and tbetrswnrds began at once
to do their deadly work among the rapidly
advancing enemy. Wherever the three went
the foe had to give irt The swords mowed
down the men by the hundreds, while they
were Invincible and nothing could harm them.
This wondrous work threw dire consternation
Into the battalions of the enemy, while their
friends became reanimated with hope for
glory and victory. Everybody rallied around
the three on the black horses, and the tall
smith led them on Intq the thickest of the fight.
On the right and left of him, wherever Iris tall
figure appeared, death and destruction reemed
to bo marked out for all who opposed him. In
about an hoar the entire aspect of the battle
had changed, the King was going to have his
banner once more crowned with the glory of a
grand victory. The appalled enemy, who had
already become almost intoxicated with the
iaea mat ne had anninuateu nis ioe, naa to re
treat in the most dexterous manner. Still the
blacksmith and his two friends followed them
until all were literally exterminated.
Then be turned around, and addressing John
and Alice, be said: "Children, you have done
nobly to-day. Now we have 'done oar duty, let
us return home."
Bui before they coald get away the King,
hissonTtbe Prince, and alf the Generals and
nobles bad surrounded them.
"Hurrah for tke victors, hurrah for the
three lnviocibles!" they all shouted. Then the
King came forward, and turning to the black
"Mr dear knight, whoever you are, let me
embrace you for the service yon have done me
Then the King turned toward John and Alice,
intendinc to do the same to them, when m.i.
denly a man broke forth from the croup of
Generals, and running up to Alice, he said
"Are you not Alice, my daughter?"
The little girl recognized ber father now, and
she called John, who did the same, and sneb
rejoicing was never seen on any battlefield as
on that dar after the great victory achieved bv
the three lnvinclbles. ' wueveaoy
After a while the old soldier asked his chil
dren how It was that they were not dead. Then
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practiced upon them by the stepmother and
the f earfui Felix.
"We will punish them," said the father,
"when we return home."
As this battle had entirely wiped out the en
emy the war was over, and now the Klnc
showed bis gratitude to the three lnvinclbles!
He made the blacksmith Field Marshal John he
made a General, bnt Alice be gave to his son
for a wife, and she became the most beautltul
Princess in the world.
The bad stepmother and fearful Felix, how
ever, were put into a dungeon, and li they
never died ttey are there still to-day.
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The Forge in the Forest.
AMERICANS IF PARIS.
The Gay French Metropolis Swarm
ing With Distinguished
CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES.
Henrj George's Little Speech to an English
A CREDITABLE DIPLOMATIC BEETICE
IconaxsrouDiJici or the dispatch.
Pakis, July 30. Never in my experi
ence has Paris been so full of Americans as
this summer, and never have there been so
many well-known citizens in-the tourists'
ranks. Let me run through the list of some
of those whom I have met during the pat
month, and you will then see, I think, that
I have not made an exaggerated statement
Mr. M. H. de Young, of the" San Fran
cisco Chronicle, has paid us two or three
short visits. I saw him the other night at
a dinner party given by the Consul General,
and be interested a large circle by fighting
over again the Blaine battle at the Chicago
convention. It was evident from what he
said that if. all the Maine statesman's sup
porters had had the grit and push of the
California editor, the Plumed Knight
would have been the Republican candidate
. In the group that listened to Mr. de
Young's graphic account, was Mr. Perry
Belmont, who has recently laid off his dip
matic reserve. "I liked Madrid," he said
to me the other evening, "and regret my de
parture, for I was very well treated by
everybody there." A few days later. I vis
ited with Mr. Belmont the new and inter
esting historic panorama in theTuileries
Gardens. When I introduced to the ex
Minister Mr. Alfred Stevens, one of the au
thors of the Panorama, the distinguished
Belgian artist said with a bow: "One of the
first portraits I ever painted was that of your
lather." "And it was one of your best,"
quickly answered Mr. Belmont with a bow
AMERICAN INFLUENCE IN TURKEY.
Ex-Minister Oscar S. Straus, who reached
Paris recently from Turkey, speaks as en
thusiastically of Constantinople as does Mr.
Belmont of Madrid. "I do not believe that
anywhere else in Europe is the diplomatic
circle so charming," Mr. Straus said to me
the other day at the Hotel Meurice; "we
become more intimately acquainted with
one another at the Turkish capital, where
the foreign element is, naturally, more sepa
rated from the native element than else
where, and the result is that warm friend
ships soring np between the representatives
of foreign countries. The American Minis
ter especially enjoys a unique position, be
ing regarded as a neutral onlooker at the
European rivalries and intrigues which
find their center in Constantinople. I was
olten consulted by all parties, and exerted
an influence not at all in proportion to my
Speaking of diplomats suggests the con
tradiction of the rumor, which has been
started again, that Mr. George W. Smalley
is to succeed Mr. Henry Vignaud as First
Secretary of Legation at this post. Mr.
Smalley said to me recently: "I would not
be offered the position, and I would not ac
cept it if it were offered to me." Mr. Smal
ley was here for a month smoothing the way
for Mr. Beid.and while his connection with
the Legation would undoubtedly be of im
mense benefit to the new Minister, his ac
ceptance of such a post is, of course, out of
A former minister, Mr. Andrew D.
White, reached Paris in June, coming lrorn
Jena with the degree of Doctor of Phil
osophy, just conferred on him by the faculty
of that famous university. Distinctions of
this kind mean, something in Germany, and
do not fall under the kind of "Cheap Aca
demio Titles," so well described by the Ber.
D. Leonard Woolsey Bacon in a' recent
number of the Forum. "Yes," said Mr.
White, "I have been traveling a great deal
during the past months, but I shall now
stay in Paris a little time attending to some
literary work that I hare under way. And
during my wanderings I hare been struck
EXCEIAEXT FOBEIGN' APPOINTMENTS
of Mr. Cleveland. Although a Bepublican,
I must say that Mr. Harrison will have to
exert himself if he is to surpass in respect
ability and capacity the Ministers and Con
suls, as a body, which Mr. Bayard sent
over here during the last four years. In
fact, there has been a constant improve
ment in our foreign service during the past
quarter of a century. Before our civil war
our legations and consulates were filled by
men, who, as a rule, were far from being
the equals socially, morally or intellectu
ally of the present incumbents."
From the diplomatic to the consular serv
ice is not a long skip; so I may say a word
of our late Consul General at Borne, ilr.W.
L. Alden, whom I recently met Mr. Alden
is not only an excellent consular officer, but
a clever and witty journalist, as the New
York press well knows. He ought to hare
been kept at the Italian capital if only be
cause of his warm sympathy for Italy. "I
am delighted with Italy and the Italians,"
he said to me the other afternoon; "and L
think I should always like to lire among
them. I know their beautiful language,
like their customs and never weary of the
picturesque scenery of their towns, coast
But it is not only close-mouthed State De
partment officials who are in Paris. Out
spoken reformers are here, too. One of the
latter, Henry George, has been making no
little sensation here recently. I saw the
famous Socialist under peculiar circum
stances the other evening at the house of
Mrs. Emily Crawford, the well-known En
CONTESTS TO GEORGniSM.
A body of London workingmen who were
here visiting the Exhibition, were Mrs.
Crawford's guests, and Henry George had
been invited to address them. He arose,
stood in the middle of the little drawing
room and delivered one of the most eloquent
and effective brief speeches I have listened
to for manr a week. He closed -with these
words: "You English workingmen have'
nothing in England, botaoot of land is
rours. You hare no house, no farm, noth
ing that makes you Englishmen. You hare
no more right to call yourselves English
citizens than I have." The workmen ap
plauded this sally and promised to spread
Geonreism on returning to London.
Another American reformer, Mrs. Belra
A. Lockwood, has also been much en evi
dence recently in Paris progressive circles,
attending the Peace and Women's Bights
"I am studying with much care,"said the
Washington lawyer at President Carnot's
garden party the other afternoon, "the mar
riage relations of the French. I am in
clined to believe that in some respects the
social life of this nation is superior to ours,
or at least that the true nature of this social
life has often been misjudged and misrepre
sented in America. I intend to write a
newspaper letter on this subject as soon as I
have all my facts."
Another 'American lady who Is writing to
the papers from this side is Mrs. John Sher
wood. She gave a large, and fashionable
reception the other day before leaving for
Aix-Ies-Bains, where she will pass the sum
mer, "lam still enthusiastic about my re
cent Spanish trip," said Mrs. Sherwood to
me at tne refreshment table; "the pictur
esque scenery, the rich picture galleries, the
interesting old towns, the beautiful women
and the gallant men, hare left an impression
on my mind that will nerer be effaced. I
now understand how Victor Hugo, who was
in Spain when a mere child, received im
pressions which continued with Mm until
the end ofhis long life."
At Mrs. Sherwood's I met Mr. William
Henry Bishop, the novelht, who has also
recently been "doing" Spain, and who,
after spending several months in this eitr.
jwt left us, not for home, however, tat
to join that large band of American "exiles
who reside permanently on this side of
"We are abont to start," he said to me,
"in the direction of our sew home, Villa
Biancteri, at Villefranche, near Nice. We
shall be a couple of weeks on the way,
going to Chambery, then to Turin, and
thence over the Maritime Alps by dili
gence to Nice. Should it prove too hot at
Villefranche, though it is down in the list
of summer resorts, we shall go back to
Switzerland again. We have a pleasant
house with a terrace, on the Corniche
Another novelist, a woman this time, was
in Paris recently. I refer to the much
abnsed Mrs. Gertrude Atherton. She is
now at the Conrent of the Sacred Heart, at
Boulogne-sur-Mer, where she has been busi
ly engaged on her new California story. "I
hare just finished my book," she writes to
me, "of about 135,000 words. It took me
three weeks, which is the quickest piece of
work I ever did. I am almost afflicted with
nervons nrostration in conseauence. But
I must always write at white heat or not at
all. I am going over to London for a few
days, and then off into the country, partly
in 'order to get beyond the range of the
newspapers, and partly for the purpose of
copying my book.
I might go on and increase this list al
most indefinitely, for Senator Sherman,
Senator McPherson, ex-Mayor Hewitt,
John Hay, ex-Mayor Smith Ely, and a host
of other celebrities have been here or are
still here. But I hare written enough to
prove that I am quite within bounds when
I stated at the beginning oi this letter that
never have there Deen so many well-known
Americans in Paris as during the present
snmmer. Theodobe Stanton,
AX EXPERIEflCK IN ARKANSAS.
Two Chicago Homer Satisfied That the
Natives Are; Not Starr.
Two prominent members of the Calumet
Club were down in Arkansas last tall on
business and one day took, a notion to go
out on a deer hunt They were in the
neighborhood of Carlisle, where the game
is usually pretty .abundant; so procuring
the serrices of a guide they allied forth to
kill their first buck. After stationing the
club men in a likely position the guide
made a grand detour to round up the game.
In a little while along came a handsome
doe; she stood looking into the- double-barreled
guns for a few seconds with that air
of mild cariosity so affected by all deer, and
was abont to 'bound away when the gnns
reported and the doe fell dead. Both men
jumped ont to claim the prize, but two
widely-separated wounds conrinced them
that each one owned a half interest in her.
While ther stood contrratulatiui; each other
a little girl came running up( and, seeing
the dead deer, began crying bitterly. Pre
sently a lank native sauntered along.and
joined the group.
"S'poseye think ye're in big luck, eh?"
said the man, after contemplating the doe
for a few minutes, and following his re
mark with a heavy trail of nicotine.
"Why yes. we had thought so, "one of the
hunters nervously ventured.
' Meantime the girl was sobbing as if her
heart would break, and between gasps the
Chicago nimrods learned that they had shot
her pet deer. Both stood aghast, and one
hinted he would give anything to square
"Settle weth ther gal, not weth me," said
the native; "ther critter's .hern, not.mine!"
The club men then consulted and agreed not
to give over $20 for the deer.
"How much do yon want us to pay you
little girl?" one asked.
She raised her tear-stained face, thought a
minute and then sebbed, "Bout $2 cash, I
recken, eh pap?"
Then followed another outburst They
gare her 5, glad to settle so easily and let
the old man carry off the deer. They went
back to their hotel without waiting tor the
guide, bat when he showed up and tbey
told their story he called them the biggest,
blankest idiots in 40 counties and swore
they had been "worked. They "were out $5'
and a nne, (at doe; tnere wasn t a tame deer
in the county.
10 WED BI A FLOCK OP DUCKS. '
A Cnrions Craft Colled the Podoacaph and
How It in Navigated.
A New York man has just made the most
eccentric journey on record. The original
person has been over to the Paris Exposi
tion and has brought back with him the latest
French device for navigating rirers. It'
bears the peculiar name of podoscaph, and
is a sort of tiny raft, an equivalent on the
water to the bicycle on shore; for the man
who navigates it must have the knack oi
balancing himself highly developed. It
consists of two tiny skiffs or canoes made of
paper and too light and small to safely
contain even a boy, but by being made into
a sort of a catamarran, by fastening one
broad light paper board between the two, it
will carry a full sized man with a certain
amount of safety and, under certain circum
stances, with considerable speed.
It is very light and can be carried under
one arm about as easily as a pasteboard box,
and is drier than most rafts, being ele-
vaieu several mcues uuove me water by tne
skiffs. There are two ways of sailing the
podoscaph, but the man who has introduced
it here has invented a third. The first
method is by rowing it with a light pair of
spoon paddles, the second is by sailing it;
which is done br means of the ordinary
large white umbrella, and this is the favo-l
rite a rencn method. But the third and the
American fashion is quite unique. It
would never have been dreamed of by a
The man who brought it over here is
spending his racation on the banks of a
small, quiet river, and starting out the
other day for a tour upon his podoscaph he
purchased of a neighboring farmer a flock
of 12 ducks, which he harnessed to his new
boat, and taking aboard his umbrella and
oars as wen be started off down the stream,
He was gone six dars, and when he re
turned he was minus the ducks, two of
wmch he declared he had eaten every night
for dinner, and that they had materially
aided himtin hisroyage. Such eccentricities
may serve to advertise the new boat for
which he is agent in this country, but it
has value enough in itself to become popu
lar and will, no doubt be added in the
course of time to the other fragile little craft
which spins abont the merry water bugs in
the lower bay.
Something; New in Chest Weight.
Would a man with this be 'asked
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FOLLY OF FANAL0N.
1 Remarkable Midnight Excursion
. Down tho Ohio Biver.
THE LEGEND OP FANALON ISLAND.
Spotless South Sea Sponge to be the Univer
AN AETIST'S MIDSUMMER NIGHT DREAM
rwarrnor fob the dispaich.1
tween the hours of
11 and 12 on a hot
when the sweltering
masses had ceased
the tramp, tramp upon the
streets far below and nothing
disturbed the stillness of the
tiny little office on one of the
top floors of a big newspaper
building, a tired artist tilted
his chair back against the
oten window, knitted his
brows and tried to think of the -task which
laid before him.
It was while he lay back in this attitude
of deep thought that a strange feeling of
some mysterious presence on the other side
of the partition or in the dim lit hallway
beyond caused him to look slowly over to
ward the door that led into the hall. The
door opened gently and there entered a
man, young, lithe, beautifully manly in
every line of limb and head, with long hair
that looked as though dyed in sepia, a lus
trous brownish black, eyes as deep and blue
as the waters of some northern lake, a com
plexion fit for the brush of an old Dutch
artist to paint from and just the daintiest
mustache to match in color the long curl
A stbange baiment.
Strangest of all was his dress, which
could not, in matter of cut, belong to any
period of history which the artist remem
bered having seen, while in the matter of
material it was simply indescribable, con
sisting of some light and porous cloth
which, while it covered the form, failed to
destroy or conceal the lines of the man's
There was a certain air of undisturbed
coolness about his strange figure and a pe
culiar odor, a suggestion of sea air, of the
kind of atmosphere one might find in some
fragrant pine forest near our wild Northern
"I came on a mission that will occupy but
a few seconds; put on your hat and follow
me," said the stranger.
Mechanically the artist arose from his
seat, and, turning off the electric light bulb
above his desk, took up his hat and fol
lowed after the rapidly moving figure. The
A VUitor at iljdnight
artist could not see the form of his strange
guide, but. following that queer, wild odor
left behind, he came over onto the black,
sweaty pavements and followed like one in
a dream after it until the rirerat the Smith
field street bridge came in riew, and then
they went down Water street and across
the long cobbled wharf slope to "the river's
edge, and here, neath the shadows of the
errim. silent wheels of the treat steamer
lay the strangest craft he had ever seen.
A QUEEE CRAIT.
'It was bat the work of an instant for three
dark forms to jump from the boat's prow,
and, grasping the artist, they hurried him
on board; then, without sound of paddle,
oar or propeller the little craft shot off down
the river at lightning speed, and the few
lights in the hot city behind faded quickly
into the great black pall that seemed to
overhang river and town.
Through all this time not a word of com
mand or comment passd between any of
those aboard, ana not a light of anr kind
adorned the prow or sides of this odd, vessel,
but just as she passed beneath the last
bridge spanning the river a tiny greenish
yellow light shot out on the water from a
place on her brow, and the word "Beetle"
in small red letters was revealed on her side.
So rapidly did she shoot the water that
the lights along shore at Economy came
into view and disappeared in a single mo
ment, then the little light box on the upper
end of Crow Island grew out of the dark
nesshead, blinked oddly once or twice and
dropped away in the gloom orer the rirer.
Just below the Kneasly cluster the boat's
speed decreased for a few moments and she
swung around short, then made straight
ahead toward a light in the center of the
rirer. The man who had piloted him
through the city and on to the Beetle came
forward, and, placing his hand on the ar
tist a arm, thus addressed him:
"We are - approaching Fanalon Island,
and in a few moments your cyea will look
upon that which has been jealously guarded
from the eyes of the world for many years.
There are but four who know me, and they.
are the three here with us and one upon the'
island who guards oar secret and keeps the
light while we are away."
xears ago, my lather, who was captain
of a Spanish trader, sailed to the far eastern
seas for a cargo of coffee and spices, carrying
me with him; we touched at Madagascar,
Borneo and Sumatra, and then sailed for
home, but never reached there. One night,
during a terrible hurricane, we swept in
upon a coral-bound coast, and wrecked on
that reef were washed ashore and were
picked up in the morning by the strangest
race of men I hare ever beheld. Theywere
tall and straight as arrows, and, though
black as ebony, their hair which hung down
about their hips was white as driven snow
and soft as silk.
"Bat two of our ship's company had sur
vived that awful nfrbt, my father and my
self and he, poor sour, died from exhaustion
before the sun arose. When it was quite
light these strange men buried him in the
sands, near the sea he had loved so well and
led me orer great white Bluffs through a
dark jungle to an eminence, above a tiny
lake as clear and blue as the heavens above
us, and ou the opposite sboie by the blue
lake's rim stood a city wbosa houses were
"To come more quickly to the point of
my story I will not dwell upon the scenes
that followed. I soon learned their lan
guage and then discovered that 1 had been
cast away on an island, orer which a qnee ;
rated named Fanalon. and in her honor thrl
island was named by the natives whom she
governed. I also learned that none of my
race had ever been seen upon this island
before, so that when I was brought before
the Queen she almost fainted from surprise
at my whif face and hands, hot in a short
f"" MHHVtVU WjpVU HUUilX JBV M UK UlU-
band a thing I bad no objection to what
eTer, seeing that, despite her ebon skin, her
form and f ice were perfect in all details.
AN INPATtATED QUEEN.
"But an ancient law of the island forbade
the Queen to marry, and her successor was
chosen when she died from the first females
born after her death. The Queen, howerer,
w so infatuated with my white face that
she determined to break this law and this
determination dirided the people' into two
parties, who went to war about the Question
until, in one battle Xhe Queen was killed,
and, with four trusty fellows, I embarked
in a canoe of my own make and hurried
with all speed from the Island of Fanalou.
"The strangest of all things I had seen
during my ten months' sojqurn there was the
dress of the natives, consisting of a pure
white, but very thin and fine sponge which
grows in great broad layers along the coral
reef surrounding the island. These were
taken, like your tailors cut cloth, in a num
ber of curiously shaped pieces, and when
placed together on a form below the sea
water the pieces grew together in a few
hours, thus doing away with any sewing.
Their hats are made in the same manner
and their shoes also. I learned this art irom
thenatirei and when I left with these four
natives I brought several dozen df the
sponges with me. I found a small boat at
the first port we reached a'nd sailed and
sailed until I found my way to the shores of
America and ascended the rivers to this
place, where I hare planted the sponges,
which grow faster than weeds and triple
their number in a single night
"And now for my project and the purpose
of my midnight risit to your office. I
brought you here to explain the work, show
you the results and make you a suit which
Cast Away on Fanalon.
will serre as a sample; we will then return
to the city and establish branches all orer
the world, where the sweltering masses may
come,, be fitted and hare their suits made
while tbey wait.
"The tiny reservoir in the topof the hat
we. furnish with erery suit carries a small
quantity of cool water, and can be replen
ished when exhausted. This allows the per
son wearing one of onr sponge suits to
simply squeeze his bulb in bis hat and the
entire suit will be kept moist In this man
ner a man can also "wet" a new suit with
out it costing anything.
THE COMING BAOE.
"Sponge suits for summer will be all the
rage, aud the different manner in which
they can be made up will allow of any de
mand from Dame Fashion.
"We hare now reached our destination
and will proceed with the business from
which we can make millions," and here the
strange ngure stepped ashore and guided
the artist to a place alons the river, where
the ionr natives dove beneath the water,
appearing shortly afterward with broad
slabs of thin sponge cloth, which they laid
out upon a rough table, and, after measur
ing the artist from head to toe, they began
catting the thin sponges into queerly
shaped pieces, which they placed in the
water, alter pinning them together with
their oaken skewers. After drawing the
artist some distance away the Spaniard
again began to talk.
"The natives believed me to be a prince
when I arrived upon their land, and though
they have cheerfully obyed all my orders,
they came from their home in the far warm
eastern seas with much reluctance, and
claim that through their Queen's folly in
attempting to marry me, and my folly in
bringing them away to thefe cold northern
waters upon such a mis'sion, they hare a
right to call me Prince Folly."
"I hare named this island Fanalon, after
my first love, now dead, in that lone eastern
isle, and have determined to make myself
rich by this venture."
"Ah, here is jour suit," he exclaimed, as the
four natives approached, a bundle in the bands
of the foremost." Now, try It on and tell me
wnat you minic 01 re '
A COOL SUIT.
It required but a moment for the artist to
rig himself out in the new togs, and then as
the five strangers stood about him he began to
realize what a delicious chance it was from the
hot, tight-fitting clothes he had thrown aside.
Gradually his blood began to crow cooler, and
a feeling as though his flesh and bones were
slowly freezing came over him; he felt his fin
ger tips assuming a rigidity which crept
gradually up through the Sogers themselves
until ten Icicles hung from his hand ip their
places. ThcD the horrible sensation of slowly
I reezing to death stole across him bis head
Bccmeu 10 do siowiy contracting, his eves
looked out through icy windows. The world
what he could see of it grew whiter and
whiter, as If covered all over with hoar frost.
The night was changing to day and the morn
ing nad no sun with it.
Great icebergs floated down the river; Prince
Folly and bis ebon hued crew were slowly grow
ing indistinct and seemed to move further from
him. He at tempted to call to them to Implore'
tt-fem for Heaven's sake to stop the deal by
some means or other, bnt bis lips would not
moTre they were frozen together!
The Prince and his men were fading entirely
out of sight, and a strangely bideons laugh,
which seemed frozen like everything else,
rang out on his ears.
A CHILLY CLIMAX.
'Twas their answer to his entreaty, and his
brain had frozen, and that evil white frost lino
was within an inch of his heart. All hope was
gone, the world around was ice, the sky of ice
above, the river frozen solid to the bottom be
neath, and he bad tamed to ice except within
a few inahes about his heart. When that closed,
death would come."
Anl It wai approaching at last. There was
that chilly nip on the Bottom of bis heart. He
ew it. Ho had felt it first on his finger tips
and knew Us result too well by this time.
Going I Gonel Dead! All over now, and un
able longer co hold an upright position he fell
over and the artistawoke.
Awoke with a terrible jump, almost falling
from his chair, found his clock pointing to the
figure S, and the shower which had come up
during the nigbt beating la over his face, head
and hands; discovered, too. that for three mor.
tal hours his head had fallen back under the
dripping faucet of the water cooler, that this
along with the pelting rain bad induced him to
Uream of FoUy of Fanalon. Juxo Jaoek.
-Mr. Cnshman has been elected to the
o(lce of District Clerk and 'JUs Cushaan to
'Twos but a Dream.
ui bstntMfjB juocwort. n. ,
BY A CLEBGYMAN.
iwmrrxx tor tbx dispatch. J
Matthew Arnold says of Goethe:
"He took the suffering human race.
He read each wound, each weakness clear,
And struck his Anger on the place,
And said. Thou ailest here and here."
Literature can diagnose the disease; it is
powerless to work a cure. Bat where mortal
skill is impotent, divine lore is omnipotent.
What Goethe, like Homer, like Plato, like
Aureliqs, merely indicated, Christ remedied.
The difference between literature and Chris
tianity is the tremendous difference between
the perception of an ailment and the restora
tion of health. '
Indeed, we do not need a poet or a phil
osopher to tell us that human nature, sug
gesting Ophelia's account of Hamlet's con
"Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune, and
For this is a matter of common experi
ence. Whai it much more concerns, as to
know fs, whether the distempered but
"noble and most sorereign reason" mar be
medicated. From Goethe, therefore, with
his diagnosis, we turn impatiently, eagerly,
to the "Great Physician." "When we see
him change the Magdalene into a saint, and
Saul, the persecutor, into Paul -the apostle,
and Zachens, the publican, into an honest
man, and seat the demoniac clothed and in
his right mind we hope. The commingled
lore and power that healed them is equal to
dealing with us. Oh. wonderful Galilean!
build us up oat of the ruins of sin into the
primeval image of divinity. Breathe upon
mese Dones; mate them live.
The Dog School of Cynics.
The most useless, the most unworthy of all
the ancient philosophies was the cynic. The
founder of this school, Antlthsines, was a
proud, stern, unfeeling mar, whose temper
was so snarling that he was named "dog." and
his school "the dog school." He paraded in
public clad in a threadbare suit; for which
Socrates rebuked him, saying: "Your pride
sneaks through the holes in yonr clothes." His
disciple. Diogenes, surpassed him in contempt
for human nature was an incarnate sneer.
Those men who live to dispraise, who delight
to traduce, who esteem it the mark of a supe
rior mind to question the reality of virtue,
onor and truth are cynics. Thus cynicism,
in its deepest definition, is the negation of
morality. Its natron saintlsMephistopheIes.
Its text boot is universal skepticism. Its schol
ars in all ages have been the destructives,nerer
the constructors; the sneerers, never the help
ers. Cynicism is not to be confounded with satire.
Satire is a legitimate weapon. It is, or may be,
wielded by the most earnest and honest men.
It turns that to ridicule which can no other
wise he so properly dealt with. Many a hoary
abuse has been laughed to death which could
not so well have been argued into the grave.
Thus Cervantes, in Don Quixote, laughed
feudalism out of Europe. Bat cynicism has
no earnestness; it merely snarls and scorns.
Witbont moral discrimination, it denies the
very existence of goodness. The most emi
nent satirists have set limits to themselves
like Pope, who says:
"Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
Uo run smack and tilt at all I meet."
The cynicfc, on the contrary, stick at nothing,
and sub right and left with blind fury. The
name describes them. They are (mad) dog
The Joys of Young and Old.
In the "Autocrat of tho Breakfast Table,"
Oliver Wendell Holmes plqtures a man beyond
middle life in the midst of home joys, but who.as
he contemplates the carelessness of the youth
around his hearthstone, exclaims:
"O for one year of youthful Joy I
Give back mj twentieth spring!
I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy,
Than reign a gray-hatred king."
Whereupon an angel says to him: "Howabout
that wife whom In yonr youth you wedded, and
to whom, by ties of affection, you are joined?"
"Oh," he answers, "I wouldn't lose my wife."
"The angel took a sapphire pen,
And wrote. In rainbow dew.
The man wonld be a boy again
And be a husband, tool" ,
"Bnt" pursues the angel, "how about your
"Oh," he replies. "I can't lose the children."
"The angel took a sapphire pen,
And wrote. In rainbow dew.
The man would be a dot again
And be a father, too."
Hair to Abolish Poverty.
A recent article in the North American Re
view, by the Bev. J. B. Wasson, shows how
poverty may easily be abolished on paper. He
says: "My scheme, in brief, is tor those who
are most anxious to abolish poverty, to ralsa
the sum of. 510,000 In cash, or more if possible,
and put it out at compound interest until the
principal shall become so immense that the
interest annually accruing from it will be large
enough to change the whole face of society.
m wuu w vuu wp uihc mure nearly nome
to us to-day, let us suppose that some wise
philanthropist, sa, in the year 1629. bad sat
aside that sum of money with the
proviso that neither principal nor Inter
est should be touched until the year 1889
at which tbjie the whole amount should be'
safely invested and the Interest forever after
devoted to the alleviation of poirty, and to
such other humane objects as should commend
themselves to a wisely selected Board of Antl-
Eoverty Trustees, two of whom might, perhaps,
e Mr. George and Dr. McGlynn. I venture to
say that the actual money result of to-day of
such a fund would far surpass the wildest
dreams of the crankiest, anti-poverty disciple
in the world. The capitalist the man of busi
ness, the retired man of wealth and the work
ing man, all would be paving a percentage ont
of their income to this great autocrat of hu
man destiny. It would, however, at once strike
a snag mat migui nay, mat would prove
fatal to the society, unless it sue-
ceeaea in numo; over ims Human nature
of ours. The strong-brained, acquisitive men
whoso very nature it is to work with both
brain and band in order to acquire wealth
would lose heart and stop working: On the
other band, an immense n amber, possibly a
majority of the world's workingmen, knowing
that the society would provide for them any
how, would also stop working. Or, if tbey
worked at all, it wonld be in a listless way that
would be of little value. 80, therefore, the
world's industries would come to a sndden and
disastrous standstill, and at the end of the year
the Jos 000,000,000 of interests due the Anti-Poverty
Society would not bo paid on account of
the general cessation of work. And there
would be no way to enforce the payment,unless
all the civilized goveramenU of the world
should unite to do Ft. But even that would not
avail if the debtors did not have the money to
meet their obligations, for yon cannot squeeze
blood out of a stone.
Sensible Sunday Tbooshis.
Christ Ilmiteth us unto one wife only, and
it is a great thing for a man to rule one wife
rigntiy. ttugn .aiimer.
If thy revenues be not enough, borrow of thy
two next neighbors thy baok and thy belly.'
There is a gospel of the tongue; ho truth
must (be preached. There is a gospel of the
character: the truth must be lived.'' There is a'
gospel of the hand; the world must feel the
warm cordial grasp of compassionate love.
The hand is the aj-mbol of sociability. The
hands are not dumb they speak as distinctly as
the lips. It is useless to mount lofty pedestals
and draw one's skirts closely about one's self
and toss line maxims at the weak. The world
will never consent to be haughtily lectured into
morality: There roust be a face to face, hand
to hand, heart to heart touch. B. C. Farrar.
Society needs the social Christian. It needs
his example of refined godliness bts cheerful
ness without frivolity, his piety without sancti
moniousness, bis conversation without cant.
It needs to see illustrations that the Christian
religion is not a cloak, bnt an easy delightful
life a life that does more, enjoys more, and is
more than any other. Ibid. .
"Eternal gratitude" is a note whose time
does not begin tp run until the purchaser's is
Life is always serious. For we are ever
treading on the edge of something unexpected,
it may be something terrible. Let us work
circumspectly, and realize that we may always
dwell under the shield of God's providence.
Otherwise life wonld be too trazio for us to en
dure. A B. Starrs, Ji. D.
Aroma to Action
A dormant liver, or you will suffer all the tor
tures incident to a prolonged bilious attack.
Constipation, headaches, dyspepsia, furred
tongue, sour breath, pain in tbe right side,
will. admonish you of neglect. Discipline the
recalcitrant organ at once with Hot tetter's
Stomach Bitters and expect prompt relief.
Malaria, rheumatism, kidney complaint, ner
vousness and debility ar thoraavfeiv riu.J
Jjy the Bitten,- .
THE FIRESIDE PHItfX
A Collection of MpaM Huts for
Addrea communications for this department
to E. It. CHADBOtrax. Lewiston, Maine.
691 "PBESTO, CHANGEl"
A warrior brave, with sword in hand.
Was traveling this a stranger land;
Where dangers new and scenes untried
Beset him oft' on every side;
When there appeared across his track,
A serpent fierce, both long and black
A frightful thing, with fetid smell.
Appalling eyes and nose as wll:
With all his strength, a mighty blow, ,
The hero cleft in twain his foe.
Quick as the deed, to his surprise.
The scene was changed before his ejest
No serpent there, in all that wood.
But in its place a stripling stood;
And by his sldei lady fair;
A lady with attainments rare.
With lovely face and charming mien
(Bee Spencer in his "Faery Queen"),
But further now I'll not pursue.
This subject so well known to you;
For 'tis a maxim noways rare,
"The brave alone shall win the f air;?
Still, if this tale sbonld seem contrary.
You'll find it in yonr dictionary.
M. C. WposroxtD.
Wordsworth describes one in this wise:
"A one-two-three man with gray eyes."
What Wordsworth says the truth may be,
To vouch for It I am one three,
One fact I think I may one two
That if the man we have In view
Had tried on two to take a run
When drunk, be wonld have done it one.
Such an attempt so odd would bo
That yon would think it one-two-three.
"693 TWIN ACE03TIC3.
The two letters added to the initials are re
versed when prefixed to the finals, as lap, pad,
0 , . 0
Left side. I. A contest. 2. A plural verb.
Z. A light blow. 4. A fish. 5. A small quad-
Right side I. The male of a certain domes
tic animal. 2. Before. 3. A confederate, i. A
sign of the Zodiac 5. To lmbrown.
Frimals. A common liquid.
Finals. A -well-known fruit.
Combined. A large variety oi finals.
694 A FOREST.
What's the frightful tree? the willing treet
The trees that are cheerful and sad?
The lightest trees? the luscious tree?
The tree that is warmly clad?
What's the dentist's care? the sweetest tree?
The nourishing tree? andtbe tree f oralunchf
The adhesive tree? the respectable tree?
And the tree boys delight to punch?
What's the coldest tree? the dancing tree?
The trees that are words of command?
The busiest tree? the sourest tree?
And the tree that is in demand?
What's the timely tree? the schoolboy's dread
The tree that is neat and trim?
The strjngest tree? and the mason's tree?
And the tree used by painters prim?
What's the tree that might shake your hand?
The springy tree? the tree nearest the sea?
Now the decorated tree? the joiner's tree?
Still tell me where ships may be?
Then there's the upright tree? and-the slippery
And the tree that is gray, sorrel,iand bay?
The tree to kiss? the spiny tree?
The tree that is fatal to stay?
The useful tree? the canine tree?
The tree that In Jewelry one sees?
There's the tree that daily fastens?
Tell me their Dames, If you please?
There's a tree that belongs to the aged?
Perhaps a musician can claim it fair.
Then the greasy tree? the yielding tree?
And the tree of which to beware.
El Em Dbs.
"Can't calkerlate about the weather,
Bekase It changes so
Tbat nobody can tell whether
It's gwine to rain or snow."
There is a class who think they know
Just when 'It's gwine to rain or snow?'
They fix upon a future day.
Perhaps some weeks or months away.
When they assure us there will bo
A storm upon the land orsea;
A cyclone they may say will come.
And make terrestrial objects bum;
Perhaps an earthquake is at hand
To give convulsions to the land.
They are familiar with the stars.
And Venice, Jupiter and Mars
Tbey find inuch conjuctive moods
A3 inajcaie o erwneiniing noods.
Tbey note the changes of the moon
(To them this planet is a boon!)
And in its phases they descry
"Perhaps the wet or" else the dry.
Lucky for such fellows all
Tbat tho fool-killers seldom call;
And yet 'tis strange we often meet
Thoso who have faith in the complete.
L Eluded. 2. Persuasive TRarel. 3. A nri.
rate box. 4. Having certain qualities such aa
obstinacy, etc 5. Kinds of altered lplite. 0.
Dost smooth. 7. Hates bitterly.
R. O. CHE3TXS.
Total is a deadly sin.
Treachery rile but lurks therein;
Down with traitors! is the cry.
Better tbat all such should die.
. Ah! but like tbe famous "Lo,"
Who. when dead, is good, you know.
Headless make tbe wicked one.
And a better life's begun: .
. "Motive." "principle" and "seme"
He has now, withont pretense.
Come riddle, ccme riddle, and answer me tru
What is It I willingly tender to you.
And ask you for nought in return?
What is it I lose, and yet never complain?
Never ask where it is. never seek It again:
What is it the miser will give to the poor?
Whans it the dead can retain evermore?
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight;
For 'tis their nature to.
But, children, you should never let
Yonr angry passions rise;
Tour little bands were never mads
To tear each other's eyes.
13 23 U 17
H" IT li "T
Several other solutions are possible.
637 Twine, twin. wine. win. tleT tte.
B A R-O-N E T
C A P-K-I C E
C A K-E-F U L
I L L-W-I L L
W I T-H-O U T u
S O L-I - C I T
CA B-T-B VT
D I S-O-B ET
O A E-X-A O E
6S9 Proper-ties (properties).
Politics and Poverty.
It is a well known fact that fewpolitleiaa
leave office rich. The lower grade of office
holders invariably die poor. There are bat
three elective offices in Cook county that are
rated as money-making places. Theaa
the eity and county Treasurershlpa and the
onrievaity. jl nistorj 01 tne
of these offices since the fire.
rule be the history of men who eithsj
or lertapu. tu t&ea 1