TmmBSSSB 1 THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH, SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER " 22, 1889. & at mrj- E DUKE AND THE WITCH. ERNEST H. Wmttek fob ETEIt PLUMPKIN I and his wile were as poor as a couple of ?7 :3?h church mice, and both satisfied with their novertv. Tney had not even a wooden shantvto live in, so they made themselves a home in the hollow trunk of an enormous i- fw. which stood in the depth of a large forest. Peter had not learned a trade ia his youth and I the consequences that now he had to hustle around to make a hvinS for himself and h.s wife, as best he could. However, he was the proud proprietor of a very fine pun and an unusualiv clever doc, and with the aid of these, old' Pluinpfcin managed to shoot enough came to keep himself and his wife from starving. Every morning Peter went forth trom the hollow oak accompanied by his faithful dog and his gun thrown over his shoulder to hunt for his daily food. One morning as he was just ahcut to leave his home, Eliza, his wi e, stopped him. "Look here, Peter," she said, "I am get ting awlully tired ot living in this old oak tree. The hollow is almost too small lor two people to move around in, and when that old cur of yours and that pun are in there, too, the place is too crowded to cue a decent woman like myself a chance to breathe. ow, I want to give you a w-iru-in, if things don't very soon ch-mg lor the better, and vou cannot get a more re spectable place for me to live in, you and 1 have to part company. I am tired ot this, I say again, and I will not stand it any longer, so there'" . . , , Old Plumpkin stood scratching his head, which was in a great whirl pf perplexity. "l'ou are right, Eliza," he replied it is very hard lor us 10 he living in a poky old tree like that, where a man has to have his hat and his boots oft. before he can en ter the place. Still I don't know what is to bedone at nresent. Let ustryanddothe best we can until something turns up to better our pofinon." Eliza promised him she would, and Peter Plumpkin called his dog. Then he went onhiswav into the forest. But while he was walking along he kept thinking of what his wire h.id told him. It worried him a great deal, and he more than once ut tered the wiih that he might only get rich like so many other people. "While he was thus engrossed in his thoughts he forgot all about looking for any game, and had it not been for his watch ul dog, nobody knows what might have happened on that event ful dav. However, the dog suddenly set up a very loud bark, awakening Peter from his reverie. "When he looked around for the cause of the dog's excitement, he noticed a very pretty little deer about 20 feet away from him. The animal did not make the least attempt to run away. Not even when the dog ran up to it, did it try to get to its feet, but remained quiet and passive in the same place and position where Peter had first seen it. "H'm !" muttered Plumpkin, raising his gun to his shoulder, "you will be an easy prey to mv ball and powder, it you keep quiet like" that- "Won't Eliza be glad when 1 bring her home a deer, and she can eat venison !" But just at the moment when he had his finger against the trigger and he was about to bang awav at the animal, he was startled by a voice shouting to him: "Put that gun ' dbw n 1" Peter dropped it like a hot pieceof iron, while a sense ot fear and trembling over came him, which made him feel hot and Peter Discovers the Enchanted Princess. cold about 20 times within half a minute. Still shaking from head to loot he looked around to fil!d where that commanding voice might have come from, but he saw nothing. Then he looked at the deer, and it occurred to him that the animal must have something to do with that voice. He advanced toward the deer, which all this time did not seem to have changed even so much as a muscle. "When Peter had come close enough he no ticed whv the animal did not move, and his astouishment was great, to say the least. There the deer lay before him on a large square stone of granite. Its feet were each inclosed in an iron band with a short chain attached to it, and this chain was forged to the granite. No wonder the animal could not move. Old Plumpkin was utterly bewildered and he stood aghast for a minute, perfectly un able even to utter a word. However, before he had an opportunity to give vent to his feelings of astonishment, benold, the deer opened its mouth and began to talk. "Do not be surprised," the animal said, "at seeing me in this position. I am "Wanda the bewitched Princess dom the land of In grobad. Let me tell you my story and I leel sure you will be sorry Jor"me and help me to get freed from this tortuous bondage. "When I was a human being, which is now many years ago, I was the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. In fact, the wise men at my father's court said, there never lived such a beautiful Princess before in all the wide world. AVhen I grew up the nobles from far and near came to our court and all of them fell in love with" me. But I cared for none of them. There was, how ever, a young page boy in my father's retinue, who was very poor, still he was a noble, handsome youth, and him I loved with all my heart. When my lather heard of our attachment he stormed and raved for a little while, hut he soon realized that my happiness depended upon his consent to mv marriage with the page boy. All arrange ments were made for grand and splendid wedding and evprybody seemed as pleased and delighted as I was myself. But alasl on the morning of the wedding day a servantcame to me and told me an old lady was awaiting me in the park to present me with an exquisite bouquet oi flowers as a wedding gilt. I went into the park to meet the old lady, but no sooner had I set my foot into the garden when half a dozen armed soldiers jumped out of the bushes. They immediately bound me, gagged me and car ried me away out of the town. I was un conscious unlil I arrived at a castle, that be longed to a duke in my father's kingdom, who was the richest man in the land. I had always hated him from my days of child hood. "When I was in the castle.the Duke came to me and he said: "Now, "Wanda, you will either marry xne or else go into banishment for the rest of your daysl" "Of course I refused, not only once, but a hundred times. At last I was taken away Trom the castle again, and I was led into the home of an old witch. Shis woman had the -rStrSLVi ill Si f ft HEINR1CHS. The Dispatch. power to change people into animals. No sooner was I in her house than she gave me a draught of a very peculiar liquor? From the moment I swallowed it I lelt my form changed, and in about five minutes I looked like a deer. Then I was brought here and chained to this granite block, where I have been eversince. The Duke comes here oncea day and feeds me. He always asks me again whether I am willing to marry him. That is the only condition on which he promises to liberate me. But I will sooner die than consent. "Now. I want you to assist me in getting away from here, and your fortune shall be the reward I will make you." "Tell me what to do," replied Peter Plumpkin, "and I'll do it." "The old witch," said "Wanda, "has a draught which will undo the effects of the s!P!grir; Mr3 "" The Fate of the Witch and the Wicked Duke. liquor. It you get that for me and I drink it, I will be the same I used to be, "Wanda the beautiful pincers." Peter at once went away to search for the home of the old witch. After many days of wandering throughout the forest he at last discovered a dilapidated shanty under a copse of oak trees. Peter walked in with out any fear, his faithfal dog at his heels. Luckily the witch was not in, and about the first thing he noticed was a large bottle with a label attached to it, on which was written: "This will restore "Wanda's beauty." Plumpkin grasped the bottle with all possible eagerness, put it into his pocket and ran out of the place. He hurried away as fast as he could, and .he never stopped until he got back to the forest where the princess was still chained as a deer. Peter at once pulled the cork off the bottle and poured the liquid down the deer's throat. "What gratification was it to him when he noticed how the animal was quickly trans formed into the beautiful "Wanda again. Peter looked at the Princess in astonishment, for he had never seen any woman so beauti ful and lovely. The Princess at once shook the chains from her limbs and with Peter Plumpkin and his dog started at once for her father's cattle. They arrived there in due time, and the rejoicings at the court were so great they defy all attempts at description. "When Wanda told her story of the vicious Duke, the King sent a number of soldiers to his castle, who brought him back a prisoner. Then the wjtch was sent after, and she was alsb caught. When they had got to the castle the wedding festivities were started. While everybody was enjoying himself, the Duke and the witch were in an iron cage in the middle of the banquet hall. After Wanda and the page boy had been married, the Duke and the witch were both killed. Peter Plumpkin, his wife Eliza and the dog had a very good time alter that, be cause they got a good reward from the Princess and never lived in the old oak tree any more. FORESHADOWED IN BEEAMS. Persons Who Were Warned in Sleep of Ap. pronchtng Illness. Some writers admit that there is a type of dream in which coming phvsical disease or disaster is shadoned forth some bodily sensation, perhaps to; slight to be noticed by the subject when awake, yet contriving to impress itself in some symbolic form on the sleeping mind. Tne more striking in stance of this sort may serve to explain how, in some lesser degree, certain symbols are likely to attach themselve s to certain painful sensations or conditions, until at last they are finally acrepted as mysterious pre sages of evil. Conrad Gresner, the eminent naturalist, dreamed that he was bitten on the left side by a Tenomous serpent. In a short time a very severe carbuncle appeared on the very spot, terminating his life in the space of three days. Another scientific man dreamed of being bitten by a black cat, also suffered in the same way. A learned Jesuit saw, one night in his sleep, a man laying his hand upon his chest, who announced to him that he would soon die. He was then in perfect health, but was shortly after carried off by a pulmonary disorder. A lady, who had a dream in which she saw all objects dim and obscure as by a mist, was soon afterward attacked by a disease of the eye of which that was a symptom. While many of our dreams may be traced to occurrences outside thebody, but which affect the senses, it is believed that many of these unpleasant dreams which are sometimes found to pre cede illness may be occasioned by feelings or sensations ot which, in the ordinary wak ing state, we are unconscious. It is In this way that indigestion is so fruitful a cause of unpleasant dreams. AN 0!i SUITED PROBLEM. Why Do All Srnio Beauties Exhibit a Ten dency to Become SlomC Boston Herald j What is it about the stage that has such a fattening influence on its divinities? I be lieve if a walking skeleton should get stage struck and make the drama a profession, in six months' time the said walking skeleton wound be groaning over in convenient adipose, and have to take to Banting. These stage stars who manage to keep their figures lead a life of self-denial that must inter fere with half the joys of their career. Caper and frisk as fatiguingly as they mav, exhaust themselves as thev do with "study," the fat rolls up, and lovely rounded contours disappear beneath the billows. It is said that nothing even in the line of mental fret and worry can prevent this predisposed stoutness, and that its remedy, starvation, causes worse ills by impoverishing the blood; in fact, that healthy flesh cannot be antagonized with safety to the possessor thereof. If a dread of unshapeliness inspires ab stemious living, something is gained, but it is haid lines for the butterflies of the stage to forego champagne and dainties in the heyday of youth. Better pass one's life in a tricycle and dine on beefsteak and stale bread, as the fair Lillian Russell does, than succumb to physical grossness, or, better yet. give up the magnetic flesh-making stage. Fire the Chinese Oat. Judge.; The Chinese are coming in from Cuba, landing as Spanish citizens. If this coun try cannot make laws that will keep those fellows out, can it not make guns capable of going off and obliging them to do the Eame? fepot Cutli. Pnek.1 Eeeder A penny for yonr thonehts. De Euyter It's a go. That is more than the editors will give. THE THIED DEGREE: How Inspector Byrnes Secured Two Important Confessions. A MODERN TORTURE CHAMBER. One of the Shrewd Devices of New York's famous Detective. WHY ME. JONES CONFESSED HIS GDILT. rWRlTTEN TOE TOT DISPATCH.! Among the manifold fine touches em ployed by Chief Inspector Byrnes in his de tective work, no touch shows the handiwork of a great artist so markedly as the "work ing of the third degree." To catch a thief is one thing, to convict him is another. A thief may be set to catch a thief, but the evidence of a turncoat evil doer is not always successful in convicting his prey. In olden times the "third degree" was fre quently called into service to supply the missing link in the chain of testimony, but the methods of the inquisition and of the torture bore the same relation to the In spector's system that the club of a Zulu warrior does'to the keen-edged stiletto of the Corsican bandit. The one is vnlgar and savors of the shambles. The other, equally cruel perhaps, is as refined as the stroke of a surgeon's lancet. How is the "third degree" worked? The methods are devious and vary with each candidate. The master of ceremonies is a master ot his mysterious art and seldom fails to make the initiation a success. The following incident will reyeal how the de gree was recently worked: Two men were mysteriously arrested not long ago and taken to the marble headquar ters of the police department. One ot the prisoners was about to board an outward bound transatlantic steamer. His ticket had been bought His baggage had preceded him, and he carried a large leather valise in his hand. As his boot stepped upon the gangplank, a man of middle age, and fash ionably dressed, todched him on the shoul der. The would-be tourist started, and, for a moment only, turned pale. HIS TKIP DELAYED. "Mr. Frisbie Jones?" observed the former deferentially. "Yes," replied the latter curtly, "1 want to see you a minute." "Can't wait, dear boy," he replied affa blv. "My boat is about to sail, don't yon see?" "Never mind that," returned the middle aged man reassuringly. "You are not go ing to Europe on this steamer." "No!" "Nol" "But my trunksl" "Never mind them, I have ordered them put ashore, and I want you to go up to police headquarters with me." During his brief conversation, the middle-aged man turned back the lapel of his coat and displaced the badge of a detective sergeant. Mr. Jones' face became ghastly in its pallor. His square jaw dropped. His black mustache drooped at the ends, and his low, broad forehead was creased with wrinkles. Without a word of remonstrance, however, he allowed himself to be led by the arm to a carriage, while another detective saw that his trunk was placed on top of the vehicle, and the trio was whirled in silence over the cobble stones, through the narrow streets to headquarters. Five minutes later Mr. Fris bie Jones was in a cell. About the same time two broad-shouldered detectives walked into the side door of a West Side river front saloon, through the barroom, out of the back door and into a dark hallway. They ran up a pair of dingy stairs and knocked at the door of a small room at the end of the hall. While they were waiting for a reply, they heard a win dow raised. Without lurther delay, they burst the door in just in time to catch a tall, loosely built man, in the ci; tume of a longshoreman and scrambling out of the window on to the adjoining roof. In a second he was back in the room with a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. It took the de tectives only a few minutes to convince the crowd that had followed them upstairs that it would be reckless for them to interfern with the arrest, and they soon reached the pavement in safety. On a signal from the officer, a carriage that had been standing on the opposite side of the street was driven to the curb and a quarter of an hour later the second prisoner was in a cell at headquarters as far distant from that occupied by Mr. Jones as the building would allow. IJT THE TOETUKE CHAMBER. The next morning at 9 o'clock Inspector Byrnes sat in his square room at police headquarters. On his desk was piled a mass of letters and dispatchps, and printed de scriptions of thieves sent by out-of-town officials. He had listened to the reports of his detectives, and given his orders for the day, and just before he began his work at the desk, he ordered the middle-aged officer who had made the arrest at the steamer, to bring Mr. Frisbie Jones upstairs, give him a chair a few feet distant from the desk, and then take a seat at the further end of the room and watch the prisonrr until he was relieved. Within ten minutes Mr. Jones was seated by the Inspector's side. The night's confinement and his anxiety to learn the exact cause of his arrest had told upon him. His face was a shade paler than it was the day before, and his com posure was clearly forced. As he settled himself in his chair, the Inspector gave him a rapid and comprehensive glance, taking in h'S neatly combed hair, his curled mus tache, his chin, collar, cravat, waistcoat, trousers and boots taking in everything save the prisoner's eyes. Then, with a sat isfied nod, the Inspector turned to his mail and was instantly absorbed in business. Mr. Jones busied himself with reflections. Why had he been sent for? To be ques tioned, of course. But about what? AVhich crime was he arrested for? What evidence had they against him? Those were the thoughts that peopled his brain and wrin kled his brow in thought. It was at least half an hour, though it seemed to the pris oner twice that long, before the Inspector looked up from his desk, and tapped a bell. A detective appeared in answer. "Show the gentleman in!" he said. A moment later a business man entered and the Inspector retired to the further end of the room and occupied another half hour in consultation with him. He was iollowed by other visitors. Evidently the routine business of the officer, was being conducted without any reference to Mr. Jones' pres ence. So the time passed until 11 o'cloct. At this hour the Inspector returned to his desk and tapped the bell. To the detective who appeared an order was given in an under-tone and a few minutes afterward Mr. Brown crossed the threshold ot the room. A LITTLE BY-FLAY. As he saw Mr. Jones his face turned a sickly gray and he leaned against the wall for support. The presence of Mr. Brown affected Mr. Jones differently but no less visibly. He grew white, bit nervously at his mustache, and great drops ol perspira tion stood out on his forehead. This inci dent had settled his doubts. He now knew whv he had been arrested. There were only two things more to be considered. What evidence did they have against him? Would his confederate conless? Mr. Brown was hurried from the room as though his appearance at that moment had been a serious accident, and was followed into the ante-room by the Inspector. They remained a tew minntes and the lowmnr mur of their voices was plainly heard by the nervous Mr. Jones. When the Inspector returned and had seated himself at his desk, he opened a drawer and drew out a letter, which Mr. Jones plainly recognized as one he had written to his accomplice. This he carefully read and placed on his desk under a paper weight. Then he turned to the pritoner and gave him another searching glance, taking care to avoid meeting his eyes, and with, a little sod that indicated that his glance had been satisfactory, the Inspector hastily left his desk, put on his hat and coat and went out of the office, leaving the middle-aged sergeant on guard during his absence. It was 3 o'clock before he returned. Dur ing this time the office had been visited by a score of men, some on one errand, some on another. The sergeant listened to their complaints or answered their questions, and for a second time during the day Mr, Jones and his arresfwere swallowed up in the routine business of the huslest department of the municipal police. Half a dozen times Mr. Jones attenptedto speak to his captor of the day before, but each time the officer skillfully lound some pretext to oc cupy his attention and prevent a reply. The prisoner's position was rapidly, becom ing too irksome to be borne any longer. The suspense was almost unbearable. He had made up his mind that when the Inspector returned he would speak to him at once and learn the worst without further delay, but when the Inspector did return, something happened to prevent the carrying ont oi nis plan. THE PLOT TVOBKS. Mr. Jones heard the Inspector several minntes before he saw him. He heard the sergeant at the desk in the outer room call him by name. He heard the Inspector's voice talking to the dozen persons who were waiting there to see him." For a few min utes there was silence, then he heard the voice of his accomplice. At first it was low then it rose as if in anger. The Inspector's voice was soothing and reassuring, and was supplemented by the voice of a third per son, who apparently was acting as a peace maker. This continued for half an hour, and during the last part of that time Mr. Brown was talking alone, save when he was interrupted by an occasional question from the Inspector. When the conversation was ended the Inspector walked into the room and took his place at the desk. Before look ing up he drew from a drawer several pawn tickets, examined them critically, compared them with a slip of paper he held in his hand, and for the third time fixed his eyes on every portion of Mr. Jones's person ex cept his eyes. Then with a third nod of satisfaction he laid aside the tickets and be gun the perusal of his afternoon mail. Ten minutes later, without a word of en couragement from the Inspector, Mr. Jones had made a full and complete confession. He had planned a robbery in a New En gland town. It had been successlully car ried ont by his accomplice, and the returns had been remunerative beyond his expecta tions. The pair had separated after divid ing thp spoils. Jones had intended to sail for Europe, and did not know nor did he care where Brown had gone. His own ar rest had been a surprise, as he had left no tracks uncovered, and the arrest of his con federate bad been a still greater one. He did not know what evidence there was against him, and had it not been for the confession of his accomplice he would have braved the matter out. Mr. Jones, out of consideration of his professional reputation for nerve, desired the Inspector to clearly understand this. But when "a poor, weak minded knave," as he characterized his late lieutenant, "gave him away and tried to save himself by PEACHING ON A PAL, he would give the whole snap away," and tell more much more about that and other unlawful depredations than the "sniveling sneak" knew anything about. He would put him behind the bars, no matter what his own fate would be. The Inspector listened attentively to the confession, jotting down a few notes as to dates and names, and when Mr. Jones had finished, withont giving him the slightest assurance of his prospects, he had him con ducted back to' his cell. Then with an expression of gratification that bordered on a smile and was accompanied by a chuckle, he summoned a detective and had Mr. Brown bronght into his presence. Confronted with the confes sion of his superior in crime, with many an oath, the accomplice added his confession to the former's. Corroborating every es sential detail and painting the character of his treacherous companion so black that ink would have made a white mark on it. Then he too was led away to a cell, but this time he was placed in one adjoining his fellow prisoner. For a few minutes after the door had been closed and locked there was silence un broken save by the footfall of the turnkey at the end of the corridor. After an effort to control his v wrath Mr. Jones observed savagely: "Well, you did play , didn't you?" "Yes, I did, you miserable sneak," re torted Mr. Brown unamiably. "What did you weaken for?" "I weaken?" replied Mr. Brown with scorn. "You're a liar. You weakened first." "That's a lie. I heard yon tell the In spector in the ante-room." "You did, did von? We never spoke of this job. He was asking about a Hudson river job of mine that was worked three years ago. That was all. When I was brought up stairs again you had given the job away. He was working the third de gree on you, and he did it to the queen's taste." "Well!" ejaculated Mr. Jones in tones of the deepest disgust, "I'll be Ranged!" "You ought to he," replied Mr. Brown. Benjamin Nobthbop. ALL IN A WORD. The One That He Used lo Express a Like ness for Home. Youth's Companion.! A Boston gentleman who has become rich by many years of close application to busi ness was surprised one day by a visit from an old schoolmate, of whom he bad heard no news for half a lifetime. This man had been living in a dozen different Western States, it appeared, and his story was one of constant financial trouble. , But from his own showing, it was his im providence and restless fondness for change which had been the cause of his difficulties. 'He had never stayed long enough in one place to earn a home for his family. At last, in an access of homesickness, he had come back" to Boston. His wile and youngest child were staying with friends in one of the suburbs until he could look about him a little. In short,hc wanted work in his old friend's business. Tne merchant replied that he was very sorry there seemed to be no opening at pres ent, and urged upon the wanderer the ad visability ot engaging in some occupation at which he had already tried his hand. "You say you have been something of a farmer," said he; "now I should think it would be a good plan for you to work up a market garden in this suburb where you say yon are staying. It's a good business if you push it well, and I should think that in time you could manageto earn a home of your own. There ts nothing so good for a man as to own his own home." "You're right, sir," answered Mr. X , rising. He saw that he was reoufled, hut his dignity was proof against it. ' "It is my intention to settle down near Boston, and make my home here. As you sajr, there's nothing so pleasant for a man as owning his home. I agree with your sehtiments ex actly. I am myself a very homegeneous man." A Bnll-Froe Crawled Up Ills Back. Philadelphia Kecord.l, As Captain Benjamin Boray was landing from bis vessel recently near Cedarville, Cumberland county, N. J., an inquisitive bull-frog explored the inside of the (Cap tain's pantaloon leg. Having ladies in his company the Captain could not pursue the quickest course to dislodge the frog, but in his frantic flonnderings he stepped into a mud-hole which forced the investigating frog up his back and out of his collar. It's Better to be Civil. Judge. The Bev. Mr. Pentecost says if he were visited by a burglar he wonld receive him kindly, let him take what he wanted, and invite him to call again. And he wonld aet somewhat wisely, because the man wonld take what he wanted anyway, regardless oi cost or rawer ot areniecosi. A DAY WITH A POPE. All Europe Speculating on the Fut ure of Pope Leo XIII. THE PRISONER OP THE VATICAN Conceded by Prince Bismarck to be a Great Statesman. LEO'S LOYE AND EESPECI FOE AMERICA 1COHEESFONDENCE Or THB DISPATCH. I Rome, September 9. All eyes are just now turning on the Vatican. All Europe is speculating as to the future of the old man who now sits in the chair of Peter, the fisher man, and who loves to term himself the "prisoner of the Vatican." There is a good deal of fermentation going on in all the nations of Europe. Bismarck, Crispi, the Italian Prime Minister, the rather weak head of the not over-reputable House of the Hapsburgs; the Czar of-all the Bussias and the young Emperor of the Ger mans, not to mention the rulers of Prance, England and Spain, have a good deal to worry about And yet all of them are keeping a very sharp watch on the grayhaired, slender, feeble old man who nearly daily walks in the Vatican gardens meditating how all this muddle is to come out. Nor is there lack oi reason for watching this man, whose posi tion is such that all Europe may at any time willingly or unwillingly become embroiled over him and what be claims as his right. And all this is intensified by the fact that itis generally conceded that as a master of diplomacy and state cratt Leo XIII. is the peer of anyone in Europe. Bismarck, who is not given to over admiration of opponents, has freely conceded the great ability of the present Pope as a statesman. And Bismarck is no mean judge. A very different man from Pius IX. is Leo XIII. Trained in a different school, possessing a temperament very different trom that of his predecessor, having an in tellect finer and more keen, and haying, too, an ability to look forward into the lutnre and to fit his course to suit the progress of thought in and out of the Church, Leo has been able to leave his mark on the public of Europe in a no uncertain manner, and has demonstrated that in many respects he is among the greatest of the later Popes. FOOLISH FLYING BUMORS. Leo XIII. has long since passed tfie term of three score and ten years, allotted by the Psalmist for man to live, and is to-day, in some respects, the most interesting figure in Europe. Even now in the height ot the en ervating Italian summer, when one feels like doing as little as he can, even of talk ing, gossip is rife concerning this "prisoner of the Vatican." Now we hear that he is to leave Borne. Again we learn that he is not. He is not to have a refuge on the Island of Malta. He will be sheltered in England. He will not go to England. He is tn go to Spain. He is not to go to Spain. He will buy the principality of Monaco and retire there. He will do nothing of the sort. He will go to the United States. He will not go to the United States. But aside lrom the political interest at tached to him, just now (he Pope is receiv ing a good deal of attention for other reasons. Pope Leo is an old man. further than this he is ot late a very feeble man. He is still a Pope, every inch of him, and he is still, as he always has been since he has been Pope, the master of his household, the head of his Church in fact as well as in name, and he still gives his personal atten tion to the duties of his important office. Old though he is, there are certain pomp ous ceremonies in which the Pope must from time to time take part. But on the whole his inner life is one of extreme simplicity. It is thus that he wishes it to be. Increasing -years have brought "a desire for rest and quiet. Beside, although Leo XIII. has all his life been a man of action, and nearly always in some important executive or diplomatic position, he is really by in clination a student, and would be, if he could, somewhat of a recluse. So despite the talk about the fact that he is a "pris oner" within the Vatican walls, I question if Leo XIII. would like anything better in the evening of his life than his princely seclusion in one of the finest palaces in the world, surrounded by every'luxury, by what he still more highly prizes, treasures in art and literature from every land that no living monarch could duplicate for love or money. A HARD DAY'S WORK. The day's work at the Vatican is a hard one, and it begins early. Like Gladstone the Pope is an early riser. In this hot sum mer weather the age and feebleness of the Pontitt prevent him from doing as much work as formerly. However, he is out of bed long before 6 in the morning. Even as early as 6 the Pope may be seen by those, about the Papal household accompanied by a private chamberlain and som$ servants of his household descending into the Vatican gardens. Here he walks and meditates, and here too he receives his Secretary of State and other Secretaries. Here, too, other distinguished visitors are received when not received in one ot the inner rooms or in the Pope's private library. The Pope's morning walk over, and it is usually made alone, his attendants, even the Chamberlain, following at a respectful distance, he returns through the wood, mounting to bis apartments by means of a private staircase. Breakfast is a very in significant matter with the present Pope, who is, and always has been, a singularly abstemious man. It is after this that the Pope turns to business. He manages little of his vast correspondence personally. The task would be too great, for his mail is trom all parts of the world and in all languages. It is handled by secretaries, passed through the hands of the Cardinals, who, to Vise a familiar term, form the Pope's Cabinet. These are at the heads of the standing com mittees in the Sacred College. The less important matters are not brought to the attention of the Pope at all. Leo XIII., however, has managed to keep very well informed even as to the minor details of the workings of the vast machine of which he is the head. So when the Cardinal Prefect of the Propaganda, or some other Cardinal holding executive powers, report to the Pope as to matters in their departments, they sometimes find that he knows more about them than they do themselves. There is some of the work that the Pope insists upon doing himself. When ad dresses are sent to him from Catholic con fessors and conventions, he in many cases insists upon dictating the replies to them himself. The same is the case in preparing his encyclicals. He is perfectly willing to consult with the members ol tfie Sacred College concerning the matter of these let ters, and sometimes he takes advice from them, but the matter of his public writings is his own. A MAN 'WHO INSPIRES RESPECT. It is in his public receptions and in his audiences with visitors that Leo XIII. ap pears to the best advantage to the casual ob server. He canuot give so much time now to visitors as he formerly did, as his physi cians have ordered otherwise. But he still receives a very large number of all creeds. I have yet to see either a Protestant or a Catholic come lrom one of these audiences unwilling to admit that Leo XIII. is an ex traordinary man. He must have been a handsome man when be was young. He certainly is a handsome old man. One for gets when he looks on the calm, refined face, the noble head and the slender frame of the venerable Pope, whether or not he agrees with him in religious matters. He sees be fore him the face of one whose life has cer tainly not been ill spept, a face that has been refined by study, by meditation, aud that bears the imprint of aims and ambitions that certainly cannot have been ignoble. It is the face of a man into whose life the grosser, material things, that men in the ordinary walks of life meet with, have never entered. In the great dome-like brow, thejjrork of destruction. intellectual features, the large but express ive month, the clear, thoughtful eye, the strong nose, that only strong men1 have.a man of any or ot no religion can find much to admire. Be you Catholic, be vou Protestant or be you Hindooitanee, such a face will attract you. I sometimes hear persons wondering howitisthat men and women go to the Vatican expecting to find ammunition for many future satires upon what they went to see, and come away with very deep respect for the pale-faced old man that they cannot understand, but that remains with them nevertheless. In one respect Leo XIIL is like Pius IX. i He is extremely affable. No visitor who gains an audience with him is considered too humble to be treated courteously and pleasantly: And the Pope's wide knowl edge of men and affairs enables him to talk intelligently with most of his visitors. There is no monarch that I can name who has such a varied and picturesque throne of people seeking admission at his court. Yon see them in the streets ol Borne, yon meet them in St Peter's, yon find them kneeling in the ancient church of St John Lateran. Yon find them about the Vatican mixed up among the gendarmes, the Swiss guards and all sorts and conditions of men. In fact you meet them everywhere you turn. A COSMOPOLITAN GATHERING. Now yon meet a lordly patriarch from Jerusalem or some other part of the East Again you tread upon the toes of a courtly Cardinal from France or Spain. Here you find a broad-shouldered, good-looking pre late, plainly an Irishman, looking with something like contempt upon the diminu tive form of an Italian Cardinal. Mixed up in the motley throng, inlthe Vatican pal aces, you will see missionaries from Africa, bearded like the pard. You will seejesuits from Japan and from India. You will meet fat, self-contented padres from Mexico, or mavhap stumble upon a bronzed priest iron! the" Upper Saskatchewan or trom Alaska, while at almost any time you will see good looking, well-dressed bishops and priests from the United States, who haye come to Pome to visit the scenes of their student days, or to make their reports as to their diocese", such as have them. The audiences are not so formal as might be thought, bnt are very pleasant There is usually an American representation at these, and it is usually non-Catholic. The Pope blesses all with general impartiality, and I have vet to see any Protestant object to this. All seems to take it upon the principle that if the blessing of the Pope of Borne is of no value in itself, the blessing of an old man, who has behind him the record of 70 well-spent years, and whose sun is setting calm and unclouded in the even ing of his life, is worth having. This is the way I look at it. LeoXIII.is especially partial to America and Americans. And like most great men he has a hobby. He believes he knows more about America than any member of the Sacred College, Cardinal Gibbons, of course, excepted. And it is said here that in this respect heis right. He has long been study ing America and he has had valuable as sistance. He has taken into his confidence such men as Cardinal Gibbons, Bishop Keane, who is to be the head of the Catholic University, at Washington, D. C, Arch bishop Ireland, i of St Paul, Minn., and Bishop Spalding, of Peoria, 111., the most E regressive of the American prelates, and e has not forgotten anything that they have told him. Tredeeic Sanbubn. $40 EEWABD FOB HIS CAT. Taka Wing-, a Chinese Actor, mourning for the Loss of Hi Companion. New York World.l ' The heavy rainfall yesterday did not pre vent the posting of handbills in Chinese let ters on flaming red paper on all the walls and doorposts in Chinatown. Translated, the notices read: lost, Stolen or Eloped. J40 Reward to the party who will recover my white Chinese Cat. Missed from No. 10 Chatham square, Wednesday, the lltb Inst It answers to the name of "Mew Nan." It sleeps with its four legs towards heaven. Taka Wing, No. 10 Chatham street The extraordinary price ofTered for the return of a single cat by a Chinaman who is not particularly wealthy attracted the attention of a reporter, who called upon Taka Wing, the great Chinese female im personator. Mr. Wing was seated upon his bunk, mourning the loss of his pet feline. Ha had played the part of a woman so long that he seemed to possess even the tender nature of one, for he was in tears over the loss of his cat He was surrounded by a host of other Chinese actors and friends, who tried to console him, but Wing would not be comforted. "You see," said Taka Wing, "it has been my bosom Iriend and faithful companion. I brought it over with me from China. It was so affectionate and seemed to under stand the Chinese lingo so well that she could almost sing it out in her sleep. When she slept she followed my example, lying squarely on her back. When 1 went on the stage last night I left the cat in the cook's care, but when I came back it was gone. Perhaps it has followed your American custom and eloped." Taka Wing's cat was luxuriously pro vided for and had a daily menu as carefully prepared as was that of her master. SLIGHTLY SIMILAR. The Difference Between Cane and Corn Rnlher'Aptly Illustrated. A traveler crossing Kansas saw for the first time a great field of sugar-cane, bnt mistook it tor Indian corn, which it some what resembles. Intending to be affable, he said to an old farmer sitting near him in the car: "That's a fine field of corn, sir." "Call it corn up your way, do yon?" was the response. "Why, isnt it?" "Well, it mought be corn, mebbe," said the farmer, with a slow smile. "It mought be corn just as our old cat mought have been a rabbit the time he got shot fur one." "How's that?" "Well, old Tom was licking his way through the wood back of our house, one day, as fast as he could cut, and my son Jakevwas out with his gun, and shot him down fur a rabbit When we come to gibe Jake about it, he says, says he, 'Well, I 'low he mought have showed more ears.' " The traveler laughed heartily as he glanced again from the car-window at the slender, earless stalks of the sugar-cane, and he laughed again as the farmer con cluded: "An' jest in the same way, stranger, that thur cane mought have been corn if it had contrived to show nvire ears." AEJli W0K11S 0.N THE MARCH. The Strange Sight Thm Interested a Gronp of Georgia Men. Gainesville (Ga.) Eagle. Our attention was called a few days ago to a gronp ot men and boys intently witch ing something on the pavement imme diately in front of Z. T. Castleberry'3 resi dence on Washington street. We joined the party and saw what at first glance ap peared to be a snake 2 or or 3 feet long and about the size of a man's little finger. It as moving slowly and did not appear to notice those around it, as a real snake would probably have done. We were then re quested to look and examine the object more closely, and on doing so fonnd, to onr astonishment, that instead of being a solid body it was composed of myriads of little worms about an eighth of an inch long aud about as thick as an ordinary pin. We have been informed by one who seems to know, that these are the regular army worms, and that when they first ap pear they often mass themselves, as above described, and travel until they find suita- nble feeding grounds, then, when large enougn, they separate ana commence their SUNDAY THOUGHTS AND BY A CLEBGYMAN. IWWTTSX TOn THZ DISPATCH. 3 One of the brightest of onr clergymen met one of the keenest of our lawyers, the other day, and in the course of s cosy chat, they fell to interchanging experiences. Both agreed that it was harder to-day to pull out of the crowd than ever before. They were of one mind, too, In tracing the difficulty to the fact that onr times have leveled everything up. The average ex cellence is high. To be great in anything nowadays, demands genius of the most pronounced type. We have reached an age when, in Lord Bacon's phrase, "Learning lights her torch at every man's candle." There is a democracy in everything. The mimster, not in the way of complaint, but as a matter of fact, indicated some of the changesjn his call. Said he: "Why, CO years ago the pnlpit was schoolmaster, magazine, newspaper, encly clopedia, as well as theologian. The cler gyman 'was easily and undeniably the chief man In the community. He spoke ex cathedra. Now he is divested ot adventitious advantages. He ts a man among men. The white cravat, instead of being starched with sanctity,! often looked on as a sign of theological distress. The minister's influence is that ot character." "WeU." remarked his friend. "Isn't that a gainr "In one sense it Is." was the reply. "In an other sense it is a distinct loss. The pulpit is dwarfed to the common stature. Its authority as a mere pulpit is out of date, like last years almanac Moreover, the multiplication of aux iliary agencies has brought the clergy into sharp competition with a host ot rival influ ences. The dally press, the monthly, the lec ture have not only increased the popular intel ligence, they have created a public taste, made a fashion and compelled the pnlpit to conform as well as compete. Now, it- is not easy to preach twice a Sunday year in and y?ar out to substantially the same congregation, and be fresh and varied and vigorous and stimulating In each sermon." "The editor is even worse oft," remarked the lawyer, "for he talks 365 times every year to his andlence and In print, where an; repetition can be traced." "No doubt that is a tenjflc strain," conceded the parson. "The newspaper man, however, is helped by current events to his themes is sup plied by the news. Whereat we have to preach within the limits of a single subject; a great one, it is trne. but always essentially the same. Ole Bull used to mage divine music, on one string of bis violin. We are not always as suc cessful in harping upon our one string. Then, again, the newspaper has a different function from the pnlpit. The editor may say with Montaigne: 'Others form man; I only report him.' it is endless and thankless work to tinker humanity. Men will thank you and pay you for flattering them; but when it comes to correcting them they vote you a bore. I con clude, then, that while the average ability of the pulpitis higher to-day than at any previous date, it is more difficult now to attract and hold a congregation than ever before. The minister has been stripped o( his old prerogatives and the people demand more, which the limitations of the case and the competition of the press and the lyceum make it Increasingly hard to supply." "You are leaving out of the account those great helps which come to the preacher in man's religious nature. Every temptation, every trial, every sorrow is a text The uni versal demand for sympathy gives yon pul piteers an opportunity." "True," said the parson, "I do not forget that. That is onr mainstay our ralson d' etre, as the French say. But we have always had that. I am marshaling now some of onr diffi culties. And I cannot help thinking that the year of grace 18S9 is a little hard on our cloth." "Well," commented bis friend, "1 see no help for it save in the cheerful resignation of yonr former privileges and the redoubled cultivation of character. "There is no eloquence,' says Emerson, "withont a man behind it' So yon must recognize the truth that a consecrated. Christlike manhood must now vitalize your sermons, 'mere is more explosive force in the dynamite of character than in all the power of privilege and position." Fletv and Every Day Eenllty. It is one of the happiest tendencies of onr day to regard religion as no longer a hermit, dwelling m seclusion and exclusion. More and more It is demanded that religion shall bo a diffusive, every day reality. As Peter was not suffered to build a tabernacle on Mt, Tabor to commemorate the transfiguration, but was sent down to preach what he thought and felt in the dusty plain, so to-day Christians are called out of their isolation 'to toil and reap among the poor and neglected ot earth. It is increasingly felt not only that the place to test but the place to show religion Is In the very midst of the busy world. The old dis tinction between sscred and secular Is disap pearing. There Is a wide-spread conviction that every lawful pursuit Is sacred and not profane; that every honist position in life lies close to the steps of the great white throne; and that the most beaten and familiar paths lie under the shadow of the Infinite. We are called to go about on.- daily tasks and fill our common relationships with hearts of worship and pulses of unselfish love. Is not this better than the conception which makes religion an isolated peculiarity for a corner of the closet and a fraction of the week, and leaves all the rest of time and space an unconsecrated waste, a moral desert of Sahara, where lawless pas sions travel like Arabs, and where selhshncs3 pitches its tents? Piety, to bo of mnch worth, must abide with us in our homes, must direct us in onr busi ness, must make us better husbands and wives, and fathers and mothers, and children and neighbors. It must color all we are and do. "St. Paul." exclaims a celebrated preacher, "was a tentmaker. I pledge you ne made the best tents to be had in the country. Show me that he wittingly put in a yard of poor materia), or took one heedless, shuffling stltcb. and I here and now repudiate his epistles, whatever show they may make of divine inspiration. He might not have been as skillful a tentmaker as some other man, but If be did not make as good a tent as he could, be was ashlltless, false soul, no more fit, no more able to receive "the in spirations of the Almighty" than the body of a common rock can take in the sunlight and the dews that fall upon it" Socialism In France. M. Henri Baudrillart in a report to the Paris Academy of Moral and Political Science, brings to light some important Socialistic facts facts which have their counterpart 1 America. France contains 219,270 houses which have no windows. In these windowless houses 1,309,6(30 persons live. In Pans there are 4,000 families in dwellings which have no heating apparatus. The" over crowding is frightful. In the city which boasts that it is the center of civilization from 20.000 to 30,000 families (not persons) live each in a single room, five or six individuals of different ages and both sexes living together: three or four persons in many instances sleeping in the same bed. The. physical degeneration and the moral degradation inevitably resulting from such a state of things, may be imagined. Remarking upon this Si. Baudrillart warns the well-to-do classes that they are ignoring at their peril tho bitterness and hate engendered in these districts by the contrast between their misery and the uncaring splendor of St Ger main and the laughing boulevards. There is. a similar condition prevailing in our large cities especially in inose on ine Atlantic seaboard. The Frenchman's cry of warning may well sound in the ears of American re ligion and philanthropy. "So many worlds, so much to do. So little done; snch things to be!" The Kill Effects of Science. A celenrated German theologian quotes Buechner as declaring that the mfsslou of modern materialistic science is to destroy the notion of a future life and of all supernatural objects. He quotes Hellwald as asserting that "it is the purpose of science to kill all ideals. Its business is to show that faith in God and faith in religion are a deception; that morality, love, freedom, human rights are a 'ie, mere in ventions of men for the sake of preservation." He thereupon remarks : "Is it strange that men turn away from a sci ence which aims to destroy all that is dearest to the human heart and which becomes the worst enemy of humanity? Seriously the ques tion is asked whether the science of the nay is a blessing or a curse. The Russian novelist Tolstoi vigorously opposes the prevalent sci ence with Us materialism, its exaltation of brutes and its degradation ot man. He holds that we know self best and matter least of all, and that the knowledge of elf is the key to the knowledge of the universe. Love and the spirit of helpfulness, not materialistic science, he regards as the redemptive social force s," Comparative Ucllglom Stntlsllca. The third edition of Zaeckler's "Handbucb der Theologlscben Wlssenschaftar" contains important statistics of the strength of the various churches of Christendom. Exact figures are, of coarse, out of the question; but the greatest pains have been taken to get cor rect results. The conclusion reached Is as fol lows: Greek Church, 92,000,000; Roman Catho lie 210,000,000; Protestants. 150,000,000. L Significant la the progress of the various. 1 chureheswltUBtke kwtMsyeaM. Vm1 tolsS&tbe isereate Earope wa m I Protestant., ftnm 37.9eft(0 tn 86.)8.: 1 Catholic. 8Q.oea.eeo to K4.eee.eoo: Greek Cbwefc.' t0e0,080to 88,98e.8ft. That k, the percentage '- at IncrcaM in: Protestants. 2.36:' Koma Catholics, 192; Greek Chnreb, 2.07. Short 'Bumimj Sermons. Ora thing bbM be something ia order m produce something. Qotiht. ' Amokg so many can He caret Can special love be everywhere A myriad homes a myriad ways ' , And God's eye over every pteee? I asked; my soul bethoaght of thte; In just that very place of his Where He bath put and keeaetk ye God bath no other thing to do!. Have the courage to discharge a debt wssHe yon have got the money ia your peekec 3Aro( Sentences. What Is fame? The advantage ot Seteg known by people of whom you kBawTKrtnte; and for whom you eare as BWe. Maxim ta Live By. Men and women, in raarryiatf, make a vew of loving one another. WonM It net be better fee their hanpineM if thev asade avow of pteastag one another? Stanitlaut. The Word of God pro yes the troth of raMrion the corruption of man its seeeesttft geveTH ment its advantage. Jo. The head is always the dupe of the Jiewt Eochefaucauld. Frivolous cariosity about trifles,, and laborious attention to little qbeeH wMeh neither require nor deserve & aomont's thought. lowers man, who' frsffl thesee is thonght (and not nnjastly) lnoaBaMesf great matter. Cardinal de Retz very nogmetonMy marked out Cardinal Chlgl for a lttMfl rand from thgmoment be told him that be bod wrote three years with the same pea, and that it was an excellent good oae still. Zoro Cheiterfieid. PbospemtY doth best discover vlee. bt ad versity doth best discover virtue. ori.Bseen. PHILOSOPHY is a good horsa rathe WaHe, but an arrant jade on a journey. GotkmHk,i Vasitt calculates but poorly on the vaatty ot others: what a virtue we should dfotiH from frailty, what a world of pain we thestd save our brethren. If we would suffer our weakness" to be the measure of theirs. BulwerLyUe. EXTB1Y1GAHCE IS CHABITL Papa Slakes a DiicoTerr WhHe FUag Us1 His Daughter's Accounts. 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