IS
we sufferings me days and nights av
dreadful, dreadful pain was going to last
longer I'd be in despair. But the doctor is
certain sure about it. He says I'll die
within six months."
"And there's no possibility of your re
covery?" Phelim O'Bourke inquired, with
a singular manifestation ot interest.
"You've got to he here, and do nothing but
uffer, and -wait for death?"
"Hush, man," the priest whispered. "It's
the truth, but don't speak it to her."
The priest and the neighbor bade the
Beggs good night and departed.
CHAPIEE H.
MICKEY ASD THE "WITCH.
At daylight next moraine, Micky
started for the stockyard at the river's side
underneath Washinston Heights, driving
the pic before him. He felt fnll of Irish
patriotism, for was he not almost taking a
" pig to the fair? And wasn't the proceeds
to go to pay the ground rent of his doomed
cabin, before the eviction of bis family, and
the demolition of the structure? Micky
lighted his pipe, and as he trudged along
the road would whistle a bar or two of some
reel or jig between the whiffs of his "dn
dheen," while his mind was filled with
lady Maud's request to bring up Nora as
ber own. "Why cot?" thought Micky.
"Heaven knows we have as mnch as we
can do to bring up the little wans, and if
one was gone there'd be more for the rest;"
and then, 3s if ashamed of this selfish view
of the matter, he muttered: "No! give away
me own flesh and blood? No; better starve
foorst." And then the idea of Nora be
coming a fine lady and riding in her car
riage, while people would take off their
bats to her, took possession of Micky s
brain. ""Why not,- indeed? Sure, she's as
pretty as Lord Iiorton's daughter, and
maybe I'd set a chance to be a" gatekeeper
or a roadmaster on the estate. Begorra,
Nora can go! "We'll all be rich wan o
these days."
"G'long there, ye divil," said Micky, as
the pig tugged at the rope around his neck,
and with the natural disposition inherent in
pigs to go the wrong way, he darted be
tween Micky's lees, upsetting hjm. The
rope slipping from his neck, the pig started
back tbe road he had come. Micky picked
himself tip and ran in pursuit with many a
wild and wicked oath. "Bad luck to ye lor
a racer; but I'll pay ye off for this when I
catch ye," said Micky, as he ran for dear
life alter the'porker. "When he captured
the pig, which he did after a long chase, he
struck upon a new idea. "I'll put the rope
around his waist," said he, "and then, be
gorra, I can drive him either way."
i The stockyard was reached in an hour,
and Micky soutrht a purchaser, but no one
seemed inclined to buy a single pig. He
saw them in the pens by the thousand, but
they had come by carloads from the West,
and there was nobody to buy one lone pig.
Noon passed without giving poor Micky an
opportunity to dispose of his charge.
"Come here, quick," said he, addressing
a little ragged boy. "Hould this darlin'
while I go to take a bite. I'm hungry, and
must eat or I'll drop with the waitin'."
And giving the pig in charge of the boy,
Micky skipped off to a shebeen, where he
disposed of two great pieces of bread and
toot three noggins of whisky in the space of
half an hour.
Just then an old friend of his, one Tommy
Sane, came in.
"Ah, ha. Tommy! how are ye, me bonld
bucke? Come have a noggin wid me," said
Micky. And another drink was the result.
Now Tommy took a turn at treating, and
down went two more glasses. By this time
Micky was half drunk, and the thought of
the pig took possession of him.
"Uonld hard, Tommy," said he, refusing
another glass; "I'll drink no more till I sell
the pig." And he zig-zagged back to the
yard.
"Here is tin owner," said the boy, who
by this time had got tired of his charge, and
was talking to a well-to-do looking man;
"1 ere'sthe man that owns the pig."
"Do "you want to buy him?" asked
Micky, addressing the man, who was an
overseer.
Bp laughed at the proposal first, but see
ing that Micky was in earnest, he listened
to it A bargain was struck and the pig
transferred to the custody of the new pro
prietor, while Micky returned to the she
been to Epend the "luck penny" with his
old friend Tommy Kane. Drink after drink
was now the order ot the day, until Micky
lad spent a dollar of the money he had re
ceived for the pig, and was so drunk he
could hardly stand. Tommy had dropped
in a dark corner of the shebeen and gone
fast asleep.
it was quite dart when .Micfcy started
homeward, and with much difficulty he
picked bis way through the park skirting
tbe Hudson and toward bis cabin, two miles
away. Micky was not so drunk as to forget
the letter from Lady Maud and her 'desire
to adopt little Nora, and as he staggered
from one side to the other he would hic
cough out: "Me little Nora will be a foine
leddy.and me, ber fayther, will be a gentle
min, begorra."
He was now approaching a deep cut at
the foot of One Hundred and Fourth street.
This was a place where Elmwood tradition
caid was peopled with fairies. But Micky
was filled with courage, for the whisky had
fired his blood and he did not care a straw
for man or devii. So, with an effort to
steady his pace, and wrapping his long coat
around his legs, be boldly plodded on. He
lad not proceeded more than a quarter of a
mile before the whisky began to die within
him and he felt impelled to sit down on a
rock by th'e wayside.
Strange music was heard, as if from afar;
so soft and distant that the faintest sonnd
came to Micky's bewildered ears. Nearer
and nearer it came; now a trifle londer, now
dying away in the distance. Suddenly the
prass'at Micky's leet became strangely
illuminated with tiny glass lamps, wnich
lung like lighted dewdrops from each blade
of crass, while hundreds of little figures,
little men and women dressed in spangled
green, danced and leaped about keeping
time to the fairy music These tiny crea
tures were not larger than pins, yet were
perfect in form and features. They were a
merry set, and clapped their hands with
glee, and they laughed and shouted in the
moonlight Presently from their midst
came one, asqneer looking old fellow, with
a large red nose and the most comical of
faces. His little eyes had a merry twinkle,
and though he was no bigger than Micky's
little finger, he pushed aside his com
panions, who seemed to hold him in great
esteem, for they ceased their dancing trad
shouting at his approach, and bowed most
respectfully to him as he climbed up
Micky's leg and took a seat on his shouloer.
"Oh, bedad, but this is a quare party I've
fot into," said Micky, as be glanced at the
ittle old man on his shoulder.
"How are you, me darlin'," chattered the
old man while the myriads of tin v creatures
at his feet peeped from their shelter behind
stalks, blades of grass and grains of sand, as
if intent on Micky's reply.
"Would you like a drink of whisky, me
darlin'," again queried the Leprachain, for
the old fellow was none other.
"I would, indeed," said Micky. "My
mouth is as dry as alimeburner's heel."
"Come along, then," said the old man
jumping from Mick's shoulder to his knee,
and with another jump to tbe ground. He
led the bewildered Irishman across the road
to a cabin, well lighted and warm, in
strong contrast to the dark pathway. Thou-
sands of little fairies, each with his little
lamp lighted up, were in front of him.
"Across the roadl By the powers, I'm
afraid I'll step on some of yer iriends here
end crush a thousand of them wid me feet."
"Never mind them," said the old man,
"they can take care of themselves; they will
leave us at the door."
And sure enongh, the moment Micky and
lis companion reached the door of the
cabin the tiny guardians flew away, their
lamps shining like myriads of fireflies in
the darkness. Micky and. his conductor en
tered the cabin. Across at the back stood
a little bar or drinking stand, on which
-were arranged bottles of various colors.
"With a bonnd the old fairy jumped on the
counter, and," dancing a tattoo with Jiis
heels, summoned a fearfnlly wrinkled old
lady with pointed chin andweasened face.
"Do you know me, Micky Begg?" she
hissed through her blackened teeth. "Do
you know me, I say?"
"Indeed I do. I've often heard of you.
You are the "
"The witch they call me." she shrieked,
"but I'm the Mother of Elmwood Bocks,
and friend of all who seek my aid."
"Ho, ho! ha, ha!" and the little fairy man
shook with laughter. "Let's take a drink,
Micky."
Now, Micky was never known to refuse a
drink, so he pulled his "caubeen" off his
puzzled had and replied: "Drink is it?
Indade I will. Here's long life to you,"
nnd he took a long pull from a cup tendered
him by the old woman. His companion, the
fairy man. took a drink with him, and
danced a jig around the glasses on the table.
"I never remember seeing this shebeen be
fore," saidMicky, "and I have traveled this
road before."
"You never traveled it at night before did
you, my lad?" inquired the old woman, as
she put on a little pointed hat, and, taking
a broomstick from a corner, came over to the
astounded Micky.
"Don t you want a rioe. my man' sam
she.
"You're a quare lot," said Micky; "can
I light bit pipe?"
"Of course you can. Let me help you,"
said the fairy man, as he filled the pipe,
jumping in and out of Micky's pocket, each
time bringing a handful of loose tobacco
dust that had collected in Micky's coat.
The pipe being filled the old lady plucked
out one of ber gray hairs, and, striking it
against the handle of the broom, it splut
tered into a blue flame, from which Micky
lighted his pipe.
"Smoke away, my boy: we have a long
ride. I'll show you many a strange sight
this night. Now mount at once. Come
quick, it's just midnight."
Micky straddled the broomstick. A clap
like thnnder succeeded this movement the
cabin disappeared in a twinkling and
Micky found himself sailing through the
clouds riding on the broom with the witch
for his companion. It was a lovely moon
light night, clear as azure, and still they
went sailing alone. The moon, like a sil
ver canoe, seemed sailing with them in the
clear sea of blue. Micky could hardly hold
onto his frail carriage and commenced to
tremble.
"Never fear, my boy," said the witch,
"you'll never fall unless you mention the
name of one of your Bo-called Blessed Trin
ity that the priest teaches you to believe in.
Remember, that if you by any chance should
so far forget yourself or me, your guide, as
to speak the name of either ot your "Three
in One." that moment you'll fall to the
ground."
"No fear, ould lady, I'll hould on till my
fingers crack."
They were now fast approaching a large
park or woodland, and Micky looked down
on the distance below him, while his lair
streamed out in the night air, for they were
traveling like lightning.
"Do you see that park below there in the
distance?" said the old crone.
"I do, ma'am," said Micky, In his polit
est tones.
"Well, I'll show you a sight that will in
terest you."
They were now over Ireland and near a
very large castle-fashioned building.
Lights streamed from its main windows;
long rows of carriages, with liveried serv
ants, stood at the great hall entrance await
ing the breaking up of the ball; the porch
was crowded with fair ladies and fine gentle
men, the latter assisting the former to put
on their wraps and shawls.
"Look down," said the witch to Micky.
"They are going home nbw; the revelry is
over;"lhey arejaugbing and chattering over
the grand success of the affair. The hand
some young fellow in the Hussar uniform
is the lord of the manor; but see, his eyes
are red with drinking, and as he bids his
guests good night can hardly stand straight
on his legs. He is a wild spendthrift, cruel
and heartless. You see the lady with the
prettv pale face at his side. Her sad and
careworn features tell the story she is his
wife. See, they are putting out the lights;
the guests have all departed.
Hoverine over the castle Micky and the
witch sailed again downward.
"I'll show you the inside of the castle
now."
The roof rose from the building, revealing
a superbly furnished suite of apartments.
The pretty pale hostess was seated in a large
chair, her face buried in her hands. She
was weeping. The young lord, with hair
disheveled and eyes aflame with anger, was
standing near.
"I'm tired of your whining," said he.
"Your conduct to-night gave evidence of
your low origin. You disgrace me, you
pauper."
"Oh, spare me, Algeron," cried the poor
lady. I've always done my best to please
you, but you are so cruel when you drink."
"Drink." cried he in a rage: "drink!
Tis my only refuge from the remembrance
of my alliance with you a fraud, a cheat, a
nobody. Why don't you die?"
"Micky," said the witch, "keep quiet,"
for Micky's anger was getting the best of
him, and he wanted to get down and kick
his lordship for his cruelty to the pretty
ladv.
"Do you see her face, Micky," said the
crone. "Did you ever see it before?"
"Oh, murder!" criedj Micky, as he got a
good view of the lady's sweet lace, "it's our
Nora!"
"Yes, your child Nora. That will be her
fate if she marries above ber station. Come
awav.
Whis! Whis! Awav they flew, now
over a great expanse of water, dotted here
and there with vessels of all shapes and
sizes, steamers crossing east and west, while
long black threads appeared here and there
at the lowest depths ot the great body of
water.
"We are over the Atlantic ocean, Micky.
Those black strings you see are the cables
that carry thoughts between the continents.
Do you see that land beyond? That is
America. A great country, my boy."
"Yes," said Micky; "and wid ." He
was going to sav God's blessing, but remem
bering the admonition given. him by the
witch not to mention the Deity, he added:
"With good luck I'll never lave it, nor let
Nora."
They had now reached the coast, fringed
with great cities. The electric lights, steam
ing lines of railroad cars, screeching of loco
motives, running from point to point, and
the crowded thoroughfares of many towns,
filled poor Micky with wonder.
"Whew! but we are speeding along," said
Micky.
"Yes, darlin'," said the witch. "We're
going to the West the farm lands and the
prairies. See that pretty white house below,
set in the midst of a garden of flowers? I'll
lift the roof for ye, that you may see the in
side ot it"
On they swept, till they hovered over the
landscape in the moonlight
"Look, Micky. Tell me what you see?"
and the roof was suddenly lilted.
A pretty little housewife sat by the fire
side with a curly headed boy on her knee.
The surroundings of the home gave token of
peace and plenty.
"Listen, Micky," said the witch.
"Do you know what day this is?" in
quired the wife, as her pretty face shone
with the jov that filled her soul, as her
husband entered.
That husband wasDonnell O'Bourke.
"Yes, my darling," replied the man.
"To-night is the third anniversary of onr
marriage. To-night, three years aeo, you
gave me vour heart and hand, dear Nora."
"Nora?" said Micky. "Yes, it is my
Nora. Oh, how she has grown; and so
pretty, too. I'd like to kiss tbe baby."
"Ha, ha, he, he!" piped the witch. "Ye
like the picture, do you? She's happy in
this condition, isn't she? Here's where the
true happiness awaits her. Keep her,
Micky. Don't let the drunken lordling
have her. Don't give her. away to Lady
Maud. Don't give her "
"Look," said Micky, "the couple are
kneeling in prayer."
As the words, "Our Father, which art in
heaven," fell from the father's lips the
roof was lowered upon the scene, and Micky
and his weird companion were again on the
wing.
The prairies were crossed again, and be
fore a second had elapsed Micky and his
weird conductor were flying over his cabin
on the rocf. of Elmwood.
"Let's Jook inside," she said.
up went the root,-showing Uonahinher
THE,
bed. She held Nora tieht in her" arms.
Poor Oonah had been crying, for her eyes
were red from weeping, wliile on Nora's long
lashes tears sparkled radiantly, on each
point like diamonds in a coronet They
were sleeping the sleep of innocence and
peace. Nora stirred for a moment, and
sneezed as if the roofless cabin chilled her.
"God bless us," said Micky as was his
habit, when he heard anyone sneeze.
Bang! whir! whiz! the roof went down
and Micky felt himself whirling in space.
With a thump he fell to the ground. He
had dreamed as he lay asleep on a rock,
and at the climax of his vision had rolled
oft The stars were out, and he was sobered
enongh to see, by the position of the moon
that it was about midnight
CHAPTER IIL
THE TBAGEDY OS THE BOCK.
Twelve strokes on the bell in Mrs. Skel
ly's clock announced that the minute hand
bad again overtaken the honr hand. The
Skellys lived in a hut at the base of the
rock on Elmwood Hill; and in their eyes
the Beggs and the O'Rourkes, on their so
cial and their physical altitude, were al
way objects ot prying interest. ,
"Midnight, an' Lord rest me tired eyes,"
said Mrs. Skelly, as she stopped peeping
out through her keyhole with her right eye
and began with her left; "it's me belafe
that Oi'll be a squinter the rest av me loife,
afther this nieht's watchin'."
"Then come to bed, ye ould boshuk,"
cried Mr. Skelly, "an rest both yer eyes
an' tongue."
"Whist, now, ye buckaum," she said in
a whisper; "Dolf Begg .is goin' up the
stairs, an that's what oi've been waitin'
for."
He opened the door of theBegg residence
with a defiant wrench at the knob, and en
tered. Mrs. Skelly's door came simultan
eously ajar, and her head was thrust out
Her eyes were both wide open, and her ears
would have been dilated, too, if she could
have had her way. By going up to the top
of the stairway and listening cautiously she
could hear the mingled voices of Dolf and
Mrs. Begg, but could not understand their
words, except when Dolf said: "I'll have
have it now, or I'll have your life." This
was followed by gasps and moans from Mrs.
Begg, and those by a minute or two of
silence. Then Mrs. Skelly heard Dolf's
hand on the knob; but he did not turn it
quickly, as on entering, and she had time to
retreat down the stairs, to retire to her hut,
to reduce the opening of her own door to a
mere crack, through which she saw him
come down. The color of his face had
change from red to white, bravado
had given place to terror, and
the heavy soles of his boots had
become velvet. He thrust a bunch of bank
notes into his breast pocket and glanced this,
way and that in trepidation. He instinc
tively turned from the gaslight of a street
lamp, as he passed close by Mrs. Skelly's
door, and in doing so looked into a window
pane, which, having darkness on the other
side, reflected him like a mirror. Perhaps
the uneven glass distorted his features; per
haps a true image was so different from his
usual self that in his dismay he did not
recognize it; certainly he recoiled from it
and glided out of Mrs. Skelly's sight like a
frightfnl apparition, properly disappearing
downward.
Mrs. Skelly did not stir until her husband
called to her again to come to bed. Then
she tremblingly shut the door and sat down
speechless in a chair. It was a full minute
before she found voice lb say; .
"I do believe there's bloody murther in
Begg's- Lastewise, Dolt's gone wid the
money. Get up and go for the police."
Skelly would not move. He commanded
her with mnch distinctness and repetition
to lock the door and mind her own business
of going to sleep. She resolutely put on
her bonnet and shawl and started for the
nearest police station, where she did her
errand so wildly that five minutes of ques
tioning was done before any sort of under
standing conld be obtained of what she had
seen and heard.
Having at length ascertained that a rob
bery had probably been committed, the
police captain obtained from Mrs. Skellv
the name of Dolf Begg. No description of
him was necessary, lor several of the officers
in reserve knew him as one of the precinct's
foremost rowdies, and they were sent out to
catch him. The Captain and a detective
went to the house with Mrs. Skelly and
rapped at the Beggs' door. There was no
response, and the officials opened it. Mrs.
Begg was dead. Her body lay on the bed,
contorted as by a dying struggle, and on
her neck were the marks that Doll's hand
had made in choking her.
"It's a murder," said the Capain to the
detective. "Hurry to the station and s end
out an alarm. Be quick!"
News of the murder spread through the
neighborhood like a cry of fire, and the half
dressed occupants crowded to the room; bnt
the Captain would not let them in for fear
that evidences of the crime might be oblit
erated in the confusion. He carefully ex
amined every part of the apartment, fonnd
nothing in disorder save the bed, and had
satisfied himself that the woman had been
strangled.
Micky Begg returned at this juncture.
He encountered the announcement of his
wife's death before he reached the rock. He
was dumbfounded when they said that she
had been mnrdered, and when they added
that Dolph was tbe murderer, he cried:
"No, no; Dolf couldn't have done it!"
But a moment later, while he was kissing
her lifeless face, two officers led Dolf in.
He had been caught within ten blocks. A
more abject wretch never heard himself ac
cused ot a crime.
"Did you find the money?" the Captain
asked of the officers.
"He had it in his pocket." was the reply.
The prisoner was taken away, and tfie
police remained in possession of the prem
ises. It was not until morning that Nora, re
turning home from an overnight visit to a
girl friend, knew what had happened in the
bumble household. Donnell had no success
in his efforts to comfort her, but she clung
to him in ber grief, and their declaration of
mutual love were quite naturally a part of
his tenders of-'sympatby and of her out
breaks of emotion.
CHAPTER TV.
THE DECEPTION OF CIECUMSTAKTIAL
EVIDENCE.
The prosecution ot Dolf took the regular
course unhindered. He was committed by
a Coroner's jury, indicted by a grand jury,
and tried by an Oyer and Terminer jury.
Not one of all the jurors had a shadow of a
doubt of the prisoner's guilt His first at
tempt to steal his mother's money, his re
turn, as witnessed by Mrs. Skelly, and the
sonnds of his straggle with the helpless
woman, followed by his flight with the
money; his quick arrest with the roll of
notes still in his pocket all made the proof
positive. The 100 and more was spent in
his defense. His father was assisted by tbe
O'Rourkes, father and son. The two
families now lived in adjoining tenements,
for the rock on Elmwood Hill was" being
blasted away.
"But'tisn't any use, 2ora," the fellow
said to his sister, in one of his few soft
moments; "I've got to swing for it, and you
might as well save the money. I killed her,
though I didn't mean to take ber life only
the cash; but the lawyers say the lack o'f
intention doesn't make any difference, so
long as I was committing a robbery. Yes,
I'm sure for the gallows."
Nora hugged him, nevertheless, and de
clared excitedly that they shouldn't convict
him. Phelim O'Bourke was still more
demonstrative. He devoted himself to wild
and wholly ineffective efforts in the young
man's behalf. Poor Nora was broken
hearted, and Donnell, the one reasonable
person in the afflicted party, was unable to
afford any hope. He listened sadly to his
sweetheart's faint expectation that Dolf's
jurors would not condemn bim. Bnt they
did, ot coarse, and no verd'et of murder in
the first degree was evermore unhesitatingly
given. The sentence of death came next,
and all this was accomplished within three
months after the homicide. Mr. Nannery,
the senior counsel for the prisoner, received
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a call at his office next day- from Phelim
O'Bourke. The man's face had new
wrinkles, his form was bowed, his eyes were
restless, and his language disconnected.
"Sit down," said the lawyer, kindly.
O'Bourke tools off his hat and let himself
dropJnto a chair in a way that indicated no
care for bodily ease.
"Can anything more be done for Doll?"
he asked.
Mr. Nannery shook his head.
"Will you read to me once more the
legal definition of murder in the first de
gree?" The lawyer read tbe statute which de
clared the premeditated and intentional
taking of human life, except when done jus
tifiably in self-defense, to be murder in the
first degree; also the provision which ren
dered the intention and premeditation un
necessary elements in case the assailant was
at the time committing a robbery.
"Then I understand,!' O'Ronrke contin
ued, "that there is no possible hope of sav
ing Dolf?"
"Not the slightest. The case was utterly
hopeless from the first"
"Suppose there had been no robbery. Are
there no conceivable circumstances nnder
which tbe deliberate killing of Mrs. Begg,
powerless as she was, would have been justi
fiable before the law?"
"No."
"You are certain of that?"
"Certain."
On the day before the one set for the
hanging of Dolf Mr. Nannery entered the
Supreme Court chamber with more bustle
than was usual with him, and elbowed his
way impolitely to the front row of lawyers,
all of whom were anxious to be heard first
bv the Judge.
"If Your Honor pleases," he began, "I
have a "
"I think Mr. Fitch is before you, Mr.
Nannerv," said the Judge.
"I am sure Your Honor and Brother
Fitch will excuse me," the perturbed law
yer rejoined, "if I am persistent. I wish
to move for a stay of proceedings in (the
case of Dolf Begg, who is under sentence to
be hanged to-morrow."
Everybody was instantly interested and
willing to give him precedence.
"The circumstances are peculiar," he Con
tinued, with a strong effort to assume his
accustomed dignity of demeanor. "I need
have no hesitation now in saying that I
believed the prisoner guilty, and did not
anticipate any interference with the in lic
tion of the penalty. Half an hour ago 1 re
ceived a letter from one Phelim O'Rou ke,
and, with Your Honor's permission, I rill
read it."
Mr. Nannery had some difficulty in k ep
ing his hands from trembling while he in
folded some sheets of paper. He rea 1 as
follows from a document on which, m ini-
festly,the learned Irishman had spent mich
care, in spite of the mental excitenent
which must have attended its compositon:
Mb. Nannery: In this letter I ; ive
you the means of saving Dolf from the al
lows. In order to do so I must first ell
you that on the evening of Mrs. Begg's doth
I attended a meeting of the Kosmic K nb,
which was an association of persons for the
disenssion of social science. It was the ast
gathering we were likely to have, foi all
except myself were to quit the city in a ew
days. Some of them, however, can be
brought back to testify as to the pi per
which I read on that occasion. I send rou
the manuscript with this letter. You "ill
find it embodies my belief that, in the in
terests of humanity, the law shonld proi de
for the killing of such persons as are h oe
lessly ill, and for whom, bv reaso "of
physical suffering, the remainder ot ife
wonld otherwise be simply a protractioi of
agony. I outlined a plan by which, on he
application of the invalid, an examinat on
should be made by three physicians witfj a
view to ascertain beyond a doubt whetler
or not recovery was possible. If they re
ported that the case was hopeless, a prcp
erly constituted authority should, at dis
cretion, order that death be cansed in sone
painless manner. You will find that my
arguments were very full and careiullv
considered; but the gist of them was that
the endurance of much useless suffering
would be prevented; that a powerful incenA
tive to suicide would be removed, and that!
it. vm thp. lnaliennhla ricrhfc nf pvpttt linniJ
less invalid to die at will. I went further,
and held that an extreme degree of mental'
distress, resulting from great sorrows that
could never be assuaged, ought to legally
entitle a person to tbe relief ot death. My
paper, as i rememDer, excited the surprise
of my companions. They thought perhaps
that it was only a vagary; but, in fact, it
was an expression of a conclusion forced
upon my mind by the long and awful expe
riences of my neighbor, Mrs. Begg, and an
elaboration of an idea which I had previ
ously broached in the club's meetings.
On getting home I learned that Dolf Begg
had attempted to rob his mother. The wit
nessing of so mnch misery made me pity
her keenly. Then she told me of the physi
cian's assurance that she could not by any
possibility recover, which I had long known,
and of his opinion that she might live in
constant torture six months longer. Know
ing how sincerely she longed for the ease of
the grave, I thought that it was cruel that
she was compelled to keep on living. I did
not believe that she wouli commit suicide.
.Next evening, as her husband was away,
and her daughter, too, I went, atherrequest.
to get a medicine viai nueo. un my way
through the streets I meditated on the poor
creature's case in the light of my paper on
the legal extinction of life for incurables
and could not help regarding such a meas
ure as truly humane. But I had no thought
of a practical demonstration until I came to
the drugstore.
Alongside the building stood carbovs of
acids, as nsual, for they were deemed" too
inflammable for storage inside. Each was
marked in large letters, and the words
"Hydrocyanic Acid" caught my eye, I
knew this was a poison so deadly that it
killed instantly, and left no tiace behind to
reveal the cause of death. Here was born
the idea of mercifully murdering Mrs.
Begg. I hastened away in downright
horror; but within a quarter of an honr I
was there again, looking wistfully ac the
carboy. My repugnance was giving away
to reason. The store had been closed for
the night Should I pull the bell and
arouse the clerk to fill my vial with medi
cine? My hand was on the knob. Why
not obtain some of tbe poison instead and
use it? The project rapidly fascinated me.
I was aware that hydrocyanic acid could
not ordinarily be bongbt owing to its dan
gerous qualities, and was sold only for cer
tain purposes of manufacture. Here was tbe
opportunity to obtain some, and without in
culpating myself. I waited until midnight,
when the street was deserted. Then, with a
heavy stone, I broke off the protruding glass
top of the carboy, being careful to keep
away from the fume which prose from
the openine, Nobod v heard the crash, and,
after watching awhile from a sale dis
tance I tied a string to my vial,
cautiously lowered it into the peril
ous liquid, drew it out half full, set it on
the sidewalk, stuck in the cork, wiped the
acid from the outside with a paper, and put
it into my pocket. The druggist will", of
course, recollect finding the broken carboy
in the morning. I went home without hav
ing fully resolved, after all, to use the
poison.
When I entered the room in which the
poor woman lay she was moaning piteonsly,
bnt was unconscious. Dolf had just fled,
after choking her and getting the money
from under the pillow, and Mrs. Skelly had
gone for the police. I did not know this,
however, and supposed she was having one
of her common attacks. Her writhings de
cided me. I would release her spirit from
the body which held it in such awful dur
ance. 1 dropped some of the acid from the
vial into her mouth. The effect was in
stantaneous. She died with scarcely an
other motion. Unable to endure the sight
of what I had done, I stole out of the house.
Nobody saw me enter or depart. Bnt I
soon Tealized that it would not do to stay
away. I compelled myself to return. Then
I learned how my deed had been done at a
time, and in a way, to convince even Dolf
himself that be was a mnrderer. The marks
of his brutal assault were on her throat, and
the physicians found other evidence of
strangulation; but the poison which killed
her left nothing to show that it had been
used. '
You are aware, my dear Mr. Nannery, of
my efforts to save Dolf from conviction, ani
WHS. "
f?AJt
how they failed. No suspicion rests on mer
and I could safely let him be hanged, but I
must not do it 'The revelation which this'
letter makes will save him from the gallows,
and be may emerge from State prison, where
I suppose" his crime of robbery will send
him, a reformed man. .As forme, I am con
vinced that my act was murder in the first
degree, according to the law of the State:
.but I as firmly believe that at the tribunal
"where I shall go to be judged it will bring
me reward instead of punishment Yours
respectfully, Phelim O'Rotjbke.
"Under such circumstances, Your Honor,"
said Mr. Nannery, "I ask for a stay of pro
ceedings in the case of my client"
"Your motion is granted," tbe Judge re
plied; "but there is another matter equally
pressing. Phelim O'Bourke must be ar
rested.' "If he is alive," the lawyer interposed.
But be was' dead. Suicide had imme
diately followed the dispatch of the confes
sion. The dream of Micky Begg was so nearly
realized, in tbe better times after these
tragic occurrences, that he could not quite
rid himself of the belief that he had really
soared with a witch. Dolf Begg went to
prison for a term of years instead of being
banged. Donnell and his mother were not
less bereaved by the loss of their father and
husband than were Nora and her father.
The shadow ot crime was over them all,and,
although they were themselves blameless,
they wished to live elsewhere than in the
city of the dreadful scenes through which
they had passed. So Donnell and Nora,
rendered fonder by their joint sorrows, were
auuu luoidcu. uitu meir jjureots mey re
moved to a Western town, where the name
of Donnell O'Bourke is already that of a
promising lawyer, and where, in a happy
home, the sight of Nora as the contented
wife of a good hnsband can be had withont
any witch's help.
THE END.
Copyright 1889. All rights reserved.
IN TWENTI-BIGHT BATTLES
And Can Freely Saj That He Never Got
Used to It.
St. Louis Globe-Democrat.l
Colonel James M. Thompson gave his
opinion as follows: "The quality of cour
age in battle I regard as beidg to a large ex
tent a physical attribute. I have heard a
good deal of talk about the nonchalance
of men in action and their ease and com
posure after the first gun was fired, but
I never took much stock in 'it I went
throngh the war in the army, and
it was my fortune to be in a por
tion of the service in Virginia where
there was a good deal of hard fighting
to do, and there wasn't any credit
able way to get out of it, either. I saw
service in 28 battles and I can freely say
that I for one never got 'used to it' I never
went into a fight withont an all-prevailing
sense of danger, and was always glad when
it was over. Of course moral courage, high
patriotism and the military spirit kept the
great majority of men right up to the mark,
but there were notable instances of men
whose physical natures simply failed to re
spond when called on. They could not
possiblv go into a fight A clear head and
a full conception of the enormous conse
quences of cowardice to themselves failed to
spur them to the staying point, and on the
first whiz of a bullet their signals of distress
were visible to all in sight
"A well-known New York colonel, a per-
lect gentleman, a scholar, a patriot and a
reallv noble fellow, was so weak in point of '
courage and his humiliation so great at
really being afraid to face danger that he
was forced to retire from the army, went to
Washington, pined away and died in a few
weeks. I knew another prominent officer
whose friends, out ot consideration for his
well-known failing, used to manage, en one
pretext or another, to keep him out df en
gagements and thus shield him from ex
posure. Men like that are to be pitied, not
blaned. They want to fight, but their
bodies actually refuse to obey their will."
THE GOLDEN APPLE.
A Bcnntlfal Frnit Tbat Can be Fat to Many
Different Uses.
Harper's Bazar.
The quince, which is not generally re
garded as a fruit of very precious or elegant
character, is nevertheless one possessing
more uses than most of the fruits of its
family. In cookery it is exceedingly
piquant when simply baked in an oven and
sprinkled with sugar; it makes a delicious
preserve, a fine marmalade, and a jelly of
greai delicacy, highly valued in throat
troubles. Its cores and seeds have been
found to be agreeable eating even after long
drying, and they are full ot a mucilaginous
substance, which, owing to its demulcent
nature, is valuable in bronchial troubles
andtcoughs. which diluted is used in various
eye .washes, and which islargely compound
ed in what is called bandoline, lately as
popular a dressing tor the hair as the per
fumed pomades were once. Meanwhile
the beauty afforded us by the
quince is especially remarkable; in
soring the bush of the fruit-producing kind
being covered with large-petaled blossoms of
an exquisite pale pink and a most delicate
perfume, and the bush of the species whose
frujt is not used bearing blossoms of a
flaming scarlet, which gives it great value
as an ornamental shrub; while in autumn
the great spheres of downy gold seem fairly
to steam with a spicy fragrance" of inde
scribable richness.
The quince is a Southern growth, found
wild in Africa and Asia, and it is celebrated
throughout Oriental literature. No list of
delectable fruits is complete without it
there, and its aroma fills the pages of the
Arabian Nights, while in classic affairs it
has as many advocates as' the orange in
claiming to be the Golden Apple of the
Hesperides.
An Apposition of Sizes.
Stianger Any chance ter sell yer some
number one poetry, boss ?
Editor of the Family iretcerV-Py cblm!
dot vos too mooch! Who let dot felier climb
up on dot partitions yoost now "Juzge,
SDNDJaiTf'-' SEPTEMBER"
I rgzz- Jiff .sSJjla,
laJESflSSg
MATEIMONffl, PHIZES
Won by American Gentlemen in the
Aristocratic Circles of Europe.
. t -ir-
SINGER'S BRILLIANT MARRIAGE.
The Unhappy Union of a Hew Englander
to a Spanish. Infanta.
PEINCES8 BEATICE'S AWFUL THREAT
ICOBBESFOXSEXCE Or TBE DISPATC1I.1
PABis, September 20. A good deal of
space is frequently devoted in the American
papers to detailed accounts of the marriages
between American ladies and fitted or
prominent European gentlemen. But, so
far as I know, there has been nothing
written as yet concerning the matches made
in Europe between American gentlemen
and European ladies. It is true that of this
tort ot marriage there exists far fewer ex
amples than of the first named. The golden
dowers of the transatlantic belles, far more
than their personal charms, have won for
them spouses of high degree in Great
Britain as well as in most of tbe countries
of Continental Europe. But scarcely any
of the American millionaires have ever
wooed and wedded damsels on this side of
the ocean. The only exception to this rule
that I can now call to mind was 'the mar
riage of the late Mr. Singer, the sewing ma
chine inventor, whose wife, now the Duchess
de Camposelice, was of English extraction.
Quite a number of American gentlemen
have married French women. Among these
may be cited Mr. Robert Coleman, ot Phila
delphia, and Mr. Cornelius Roosevelt, of New
York. The wife of the latter was formerly
Mile. Pierski, the charming soubrette ac
tress of the Vaudeville Theater.
The most noted match of this kind was
that of the Rev. Henry M. Eleld, of New
York, who espoused Mile. Deluzy, the gov
erness heroine of the ghastly Praslin mur
der, which is remembered now as one of the
most sensational cases upon record, though
it occurred over 40 years ago. I refer to the
assassination of tbe Duchess de Praslin by
her hnsband and tbe suicide of the latter,
forming a tissue of horrors not soon to be
obliterated from the public mind.
A rASCnrATDTO "WOMAN-.
The unhappy lady, who, as the governess
to the Duchess' children, found herself, how
ever innocently, thus mixed up in the de
tails of this terrible tragedy, disappeared at
once and totally from view. She went to
New York, and under an assumed name
entered one of the fashionable boarding
schools of the metropolis as a teacher of
French. Her great abilities, joined to a
singular fascination of manner, procured
for her at once the esteem of her employers
and the affection of her pupils. But after a
time she was recognized and was forced to
quit the haven of rest Very shortly after
ward she married Dr. Field, and passed the
remainder of ber days in peace and happi
ness. She died a few years ago.
Mile. Deluzy was not beautiful, but she
was what the French call a "charmeuse."
She was not only very intelligent and
brilliant conversationalist, but was irresist-
lDly lascinating. it was this quality of
winning all hearts that aroused the maternal
jealousy of the unfortunate Dnchess, who
could not bear to see her children so devoted
to their governess to the exclusion, as she
imagined, of her own maternal claims. It
is said that one of the near male relatives
of Dr. Field, on hearing of the engagement,
strongly objected to the match. "Wait till
you have met the lady," wrote the bride
groom expectant The gentleman came, was
introduced to her, and atter an hour's con
versation he remarked, "Well, if I were not
already married, I would try to win her for
myself. I congratulate you."
Several Americans have found wives in
Spain. Thus General Sickles, when he re
turned to America from his post as Minister
to Madrid some 16 years ago, took back with
him a beautiful Spanish bride. His first
wife, Mile. Bagioh, was of Italian extrac
tion though an American by birth.
Mr. Dwigbt Reid, former Secretary of the
United States Legation at Madrid, married
a young Spanish actress.
Mrs. Humphrey Moore, the beautiful wife
of the deaf and dumb American artist, is a
Spanish lady.
A BRILLIANT MARRIAGE.
The most brilliant match ever made by an
American gentleman and a Spanish, per
haps I may say a European, lady was the
marriage of Mr. Charles Perkins, of New
England, to one of the Spanish Infantas,
the granddaughter of Queen Christina by her
second husband, and niece to the ex-Queen
Isabella. The wedding took place some 20
years ago at Lisbon. It was given with
much state a,nd ceremonial, though it could
not take place in church, owing to the
heretic principles of the American bride
groom. I regret to say the marriage did not
turn out happily, or rather prosperously, as
a strong degree of mutual affection existed
between the young couple, so tbat they were
not really unhappy in spite of all the
changes'and chances of fortune. Bnt they
contrived to quarrel with Queen Isabella,
who withdrew the allowance she had ac
corded o her niece; pecuniary difficulties
overtook the unhappy pair, and when last I
heard of the Americanized Princess she was
teaching French and music in order to sup
port her husband and her little children.
Another match of that nature that ended
ill was the marriage of Mr. Pierce Butler,
of Philadelphia, to the great English actress,
Miss Fanny Kemble, which took place
many years ago. The lady still survives,
laden with years and with honors. Her
husband has long been dead. They were di
vorced some 40 years ago, owing to a marked
incompatibility of temper, or rather to a too
great similarity of disposition. Both-were
gilted with very trying tempers, though in
different styles. Mrs. Butler was quick and
passionate, and Mr. Butler was coldly
wratniui. xne wne would nasn out into a
thunderstorm of anger, as quickly past as it
was roused. The husband would brood for
weeks over the cause of quarrel and the
subject of dispute. Moreover, Mr. Butler
was a Southerner and a slave owner, and
Mrs. Butler was an ardent Abolitionist. It
is no wonder that their matrimonial diffi
culties finally culminated in a separation.
NELLIE GBANT'S ENGLISH AUNT.
Mrs. Butler, at, the time of her marriage,
was not only a great actress but one of the
most superbly beautiful women that ever
trod the boards of an American theater.
She joined to a fine figure and stately bear
ing the noble Kemble cast of countenance,
a dazzling English complexion of cream
and roses, and great brilliant dark eyes,
while her expressive countenance was
shaded with glossy ringlets of dark silken
hair. Sully painted of her just before her
marriage, an exquisite vignette head, which
is, I believe, in the possession of an art con
noisseur of Philadelphia. Two daughters
and one son were born of this nnion. The
latter died in Paris in his infancy, and was
bnried in Pere La Chaise. Mrs. Butler
after her divorce resumed her maiden name,
and has lived to see her nephew, Algernon
Sartoris, married to General Grant's only
daughter.
A good many American gentlemen of
note have espoused German ladies. This
was the case ol the late Bavard Taylor, and
with the deceased George Ripley, of Brook
Farm celebrity; Mrs. Ripley was a native
of Stutgardt. The first wile of the late Ben
jamin H. Brewster, Attorney General dur
ing the administration of President Arthur,
was also a German ladv. .
The list of English women married to
American men is very long, and in many
instances very brilliant. Thus Colonel
Magruder, son of the Confederate General,
married an English heiress. Brander Mat
thews, son of Mr. Edward Matthews, of
New York, espoused Miss Ida Harland,
the daughter ot a. "London physician; Mrs.
,G. P. A. Hsaly, the wife of the well-known
American portrait painter, was an English
woman by birth. So, too, was Mrs. Valen-
,ne MoU.rr.'ftfc, daaghter-ik'of the
lABOBrjxew xorxwrgeon.
SOME ITALIAN MARRIAGB8.
I now go tO'Italy fof my next examples.
One of the most recent instances was the
wedding of Mr. Harold W. Pearsall and
the daughter of the Marquis Otigo, King
Humbert's Master of. the Horse. Mr. Pear
sail's step-father is Count Bee, who re
sides in a charming villa in the environs of
Florence. Bis mother, Countess Eesse, is
the daughter of Mrs. Elizabeth B. Phelps,
of New York, a lady of large wealth, and
still larger views on all questions pertain
ing to social progress.
Long years ago the son of the famous
Colonel Thorn, of New York, married Mile.
Clotilde Barili, a popular Italian prima
donna- and half-sister to Madame Adelina
Patti. Mlle.-'BettyKlg!, the beautiful Vi
ennese dansense and sister to. Miss Emily
Rigl, the actress became the wife of one of
tbe sons of Mr. Thomas Whitney, of Phila
delphia. The wives of Messrs. Royal Phelps,
Francis Leland and Henry Heyward, of
New York, and of Major Eathbone, of Cal
ifornia, United States Consul General in
this city, were Spanish South Americans.
Mr. Frank Chadwiek, the Boston painter,
married a Swedish lady artist Messrs.
Edgar Howland and Saniord, of New York,
and the son of Bancroft, tbe historian,
espoused French ladies.
Very few of the female members of Euro
pean aristocracy bave taken unto them
selves American husbands, in spite of the
example set them by tbeir brothers and
their sons. Bnt there are some instances of
this kind.
Mr. Arthur Middleton, of Sontb Caro
lina, married tbe Italian Countess Benti
voglio; Mr. Abadie, of Philadelphia, a con
nection of the Bacbe family of that city,
and one of the descendants of Benjamin
Franklin, while United States Consul at
Venice, wooed and won the Countess Col
orado, the widow of the former Governor of
Venice. She was formerly the Baroness
Bonsocnet The Marches Torrearsa, of
Florence, descendant of the. Medici family,
married Mr. Walters, an American gentle'
man.
ALMOST A DUKE.
The eccentric Duchess of Montrose, in the
earliest days of her widowhood some 45
years ago, came near bestowing her band on
tbe Hon. James Bnchanan, then Minister
to London- Had this match ever taken
place it would have held a high position on
the list of alliances formed by American
gentlemen with European ladies. But for
some unexplained reason the project was
given up.
The Princess Beatrice, when her sister,
the Princess Louise, was betrothed to the
Marquis of Lome, is said to have declared
that now there was nothing left for her to
do but to marry a Yankee! Possibly she
might have done better as the bride of some
prominent American, than as the spouse of
Henry of Battenberg and sister-in-law to
Mile. Loisinger,
"We have a few more names io record be
fore closing this necessarily incomplete
record. Thus, the wife of Mr. John Van
DerKamp, of Philadelphia, the mother of
the rising young sculptor of that name, was
an English lady. Mrs. Vail, the mother of
Eugene Vail, the American artist, is by
birth a French woman. Mr. Alfred Robin
son, ofNewYork,marriedMlle.deNoriega,
who was a member of an old Spanish family
that had settled at Santa Barbara.
But, as a rule, the history of these inter
national alliances whereinbe husband is an
American and the .bride a European is hard
to trace, for the simple, reason that the wife,
after marriage assumes ber husband's na
tionality, and is lost to view in the vast
ocean of American, citizenship. On the
other hand, when ah. American girl is mar
ried to a titled European, she becomes a
prominent social figure; her name is record
ed in the British Peerage or in the Alman
ach de Gotha, and if she is socially ambi
tious, as is usually the case with the Ameri
can girls who contract such marriages, she
develops into a society leader, or a least
into a star of the society she has been called
upon to adorn. HenbtLa LtTbebne.
MUST STMD 05 THEIB HEADS.
Otherwise Ihe Gni Will, Escape From
ClinmpnBpo Bottles! '' '
"I bought" some champagne of you lost
spring." said a gentleman to a wine dealer
the other day. "I supposed it was all gone;
but last week X saw some bottles in the top
of a oloset and took" them down. They were
champagne. My wife had 'saved' them,
woman fashion. But they were as flat as
Rhine wine. What was the matter?"
"They, were standing up, were they?"
"Yes."
"Well, the carbonie acid had all escaped
through the corks. If tbey had been in a
cool place and resting on their heads they
wonld have been, all right.
"It takes two years for the champagne
wine to properly champagnize. There is a
heavy loss from breakage. When the gas
develops, a champagne cellar sounds like a
battle. The bottles explode with tremend
ous force and are dangerous. Over 20 per
cent of the bottles break. That is one
reason why champagne is so high priced.
Bottled cider will champagnize if raisins
are put in it Some years ago I put. up a
barrel of cider or the White House. The
steward insisted on pulting a whole raisin
in each bottle, I told bim a quarter of a
raisin to a bottle was enough; bnt he had
his own way. The result was that he didn't
have a bottle. Every bottle exploded from
the pressure."
AN INTERESTIKG FAMILY.
One Uallrond Ticket Serves for a Slather
and Seven Children.
Lewljton Journal. J
Probably one railroad ticket never carried
a larger party out of Maine than did one
sold in Saco Tuesday, and everything was fair
and above board. The party consisted of a
young woman and her seven children whose
ages range from 1 to 8 years. When the
family were arranged, with the lady, the
baby, twins, about 2 years, and another
child on one seat, and the oldest child, an
other pair of twins and some miscellaneous
baggage opposite them, thev- formed an in
teresting group. The children were all
clean and well behaved.
Nothing Impossible
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No. 208 Call?
Busy Man Yep. Get these things up t'
th' Gran' Central before 3 o'clock.
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Ox necessity,, that man was dead.
gtfll it was taught In every school, -Exceptions
were to every rate.
And in this case tbe fact Is true.
As wo will clearly prove to job.
Jnst take a lad. both young and teeder,
A youth, perhaps, or strip&c sjeader.
With skillful stroke of saber teen, '
Sezer his head from shoulders dean.
As in this case no blood Is shed.
Bo this young man is far from dead:
All the result which can be shown,
He has (rat pert and conceited grows.
Let not this dude assurance take.
ur uuier trial uare m roajfe;
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752 DIAHOKD.
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dren. 8. Alloys of copper, tta, ete nirisBy
called white metal. 4. Beeomog ripe or perfect.
G. The substances or matter firem walefe Mimas
are made, or to be made- 8. Rtetoagiv lean i.
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firming. 9. A stroke. M To beeeaeid
piacea oy gravity, eeeeettny m a
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754 FAMOUS KINGS.
L The kiajr of Industry. X The lEteg of
laziness. 3. The tine; of Hteratere. i. The
king of the kHeieo. 6. Tbe tons of Irniinmn.
6. The kins ot saloon. 7. The kieg ef eMs.
neys. D.B.PAJBlb
755 A XBAJTSFOKMAXiasr.
By the side of a lake in as Eastern load,
A fairy was tripping along the strand.
When very near by, almost within reach.
A goldfish wantonly leaped on the beach.
With a joyful cry, the fairy soagbt
To gain the pnzer which sooa was caught;
Aiasi too soon, ior wnen 'twas gaiaeo. .
Nothing of either in sight remained
Bave a ripened fruit Whether apple or pear.
Or luscious peach, we cannot declare; "
Nor can we tell what: its fate would have bees
Whether eaten of birds, or beasts, or raea, '
Had not a bold hunter that very same day, .v
With the chase made weary, happened that
way; '-
Who, soon as the frnit came into his view, '
Quickly brandished hie knife and cut it fa two,
when mlrabile dictal into the lake . .x
A crl!tvina.4lA, 111 sAnrA U bV. w
I Far greater yet was his surprise.
Ana scareeij coroa Bcttere Da eyes.
When a lovelv elf to tmaJc him stmeM
For the great deliverance ha hadTrcoutvt jri,
unt tanner mis suDject we will not parwe, .--1
,1 U.k.. ..t?U.I? ... uv uuuu tu juai ?S
j. ua bccub wo vuui;v ,ng tare wo step; "fe?-
For here we let the curtain drop. . fi
M.CX WOODI-OBS. ""'
756 SQUAEZ.
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L A polyglot Bible printed la eight differest
languages. 2. A. French electrician (1746-MB.fi.
3. Certain small coasting vessel, i. One who
is tasteful in almost any art. 5. An external,
application of a harder consistence tfiaa aa
ointment, (uea.) e. xnast lend. 7. DefeseB
by words or measures. TJ. Rjska.;.
757 KIDDLE.
I dwell in tbe water. I roam o'er the land.
I tower toward the heavens in majesty grand;
I'm the pride of the city, the wealth of the"
plain,
A covert from tempest, a shelter from pals.
Alone with the savage I lie 'neath the sky.
I ride with the wealthy in luxury by;
Increasing by thousandeyet strange, strange
to say,
With the grand march of progress Fm passing
away. .
758 EEKAEKABLB TEAKS. -trf.
If you add 1390 to an odd number of yeara.
or subtract tbe same, the sum and the rs-t
mainder will be a square. .?-
What year of the Lord is itT
What .coming- years will have tbe same
auaUtyr J Bosch.
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759 KKVERSAIi.
A verb am I; as movement fart ' '-
I mav be understood? 3- A.
.bui wnen tne reading is reversed
You have a knot ot wood.
NaxseKiAS?
AXSWEKS.
741 Mur-mur, rum-rum. S
712 The grocer gave his anaxtertn ,ii-L'
standcr, and his nfty-cent piece to the'Dnr."
cliiSsSfir i
The bystander gave his two dimes and one
cent piece to the purchaser, and his five-cent
pf ece and hts two-cent piece to the grocer
The purchaser gave hi one dollar bffl and
his two-cent piece to the grocer, and his three
cent piece to the bystander.
Thus, with the fewest possible changes,' each
man received the exact amonnt be was eats'
tied to. -.
743 Blood-stone.
744 Constantinople.
745 Parr, par, pa.
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747 Drove, rove.
4a r-ansnons.
749 Tobacco, as snuft
Railroad Ties or Mahogany.
Mexican CorresTumdenpA'K',... rtVTw-. . -
" "y we roae ior miles through,
magnificent forests of mahogany and ebon
trees. It may seem strange but it isthV
plain truth for miles and miles through'
this country the Monterey and Gulf Bail
way will use mahogany ties, and tie timber
used m the construction of the bridges will
be of the same material, and often ebony
will be used. "Vast forests of these precious
woods stretch for miles on either side of the
roadbed, and the sound ot the woodsman's
ax has never yet disturbed the stillness of
the virgin, spot.
A PecollarSoperstltlon.
Philadelphia Kecord.1
Superstitions people believe that children
born early oa the morning of Septembers ,
m....u ...1. . .. ..
win ne under some strange influence an
their lives. The closest conjunction of
took place, and Venus was ao near '""!
mat the occurrence conld almost o ?"" "J2
I triple conjunction. The event eouia no uo -P-v5
... . r i.., th stars
uwrcrvea in c ennsyivanm, " --- -r--could
be seen at 4 o'clock jnst above the
horizon in close communion, t
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New York 8aa.j
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Swfid Ball-let's tes up.
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