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been asked'to giTe their views on the mat
ter, and, if possible, suggest a remedy for
existing evils.
Among the first to respond was Sirs. Mary
A. Lirermore. She writes:
Mrs. Ives has told tUe truth in tho September
Forum. I could add to It an appendix that
would show greater meanness on the part of
husbands than Mrs. Ives bas even hinted at
and I would not go out of your city of Pittsburg
for my facts.
EQUAL -WITH MAIT.
What Is the remedy? The status of woman
must bo changed in toto. She must be mado
tbe legal equal of ber husband in all things,
that she may beceme self-respecting, and may
compel the respect of the man she marries.
Her work in and for tbe family must not be re
garded as new, service due ber husband, bat a
money value must bo attached to it, so that the
meanest dullard can see that she has a claim on
the family purse.
An arrangement should be made at marriage
by tbe parents or other kindred of the bride,
when she lacks property of her own, that will
secure to her a portion of tbe husband's in
come or earnings, weekly or monthly, as her
right, since she is bis partner, and for services
rendered is honestly entitled to this. We must
give to all girls an industrial or business train
ing and count no girl well educated till she is
in possession of some craft by which she can
earn money. Never do men and women know
how to spend a dollar till thev have learned
bow to earn one.
THE BEAIi EESIEDY.
And, finally, marriage must be lifted to a
Aigber plane than it now occupies. It should
be the union of two equals before tbe law. And
laws of marriage and divorce should not be en
acted as they are, which have been formulated
alone by men: for niarnago and divorce con
cern both sexes, and they affect women more
vitally than they do men. For men alone to
settle these matters, which make tho everlast
ing granite on winch rests home, family, the
Ktate, government and civilization, is more
than an impertinence or a blunder it is a
crime.
Have I sketched a large programme? It will
yet be carried out.
A BEMNAXT OF BABBABISBL
Xiucy Stone Tell. VI liere the Admitted Evil
Custom Hnd Its Orlcln.
Lucy Stone presents the following facts
and arguments and a nnmber of incidents
from actual life to bring husbands to a
realizing sense of the pauperized condition
of their wives:
It is the cruel and barbarous old common
law that is at tbe bottom of the impecunious
and poverty-stricken condition of so many
wives. This law at the marriage ceremony
gave all the personal property of a wife to her
husband. When she had a child born alive, it
gave to tne husband tbe use ot all her real
estate as Ions as he lived. He was also legally
entitled to her earnings after niarnaee.
Having thus given all her available property
to her husband, tbe law provided that the wife
should have (what is always secured for town
paupers) "food, clothes and medicine suitable
to her condition." This was all the law re
quired a husbiud to give his wife out of their
joint earnings while tbey live together.
The old comman law bas now been largely
modified. But for generations every man
knew that, with the close of tbe marriage cere
mony, all his wife's worldly goods n ould be
come absolutely his own. He knew that, in all
probability, he would, sooner or later, have tbe
use and control of all her rea estate. It be
comes a habit to expect all this., From tradi
tion and habit, tbe idea prevails that a hus
band "supports" his wife, implying that ber
labor in tbe borne bas no money value. Hence
he assumes that he is entitled to her property
to help in her support. Tbo vicious point is
that the wife's part is not considered as having
any money worth.
A MODERN EXAMPLE.
The wife of a well-to-do busiuess man, all her
life had to ask for every cent she needed, and
to return tbe unspent balance. At last, hnrt
beyond endurance, she said to her hnsband: "1
will never again ask you for money as long as
I live."
For three years she never asked and be
never offered. Then it dawned upon the hus
band that it was not a simple whim, but a
real hurt to her self-respect that had kept her
eo long silent, and he laid a 101) on ber plate
without a word. From that time she had all
she neaded and more, though she never
asked.
One young hnsband settled the matter for the
ood ot both. This was his story, as told by
imself: He had warned tbe woman of his
choice. Apparently she was as well satisfied
as he was. i hey lived in a suburb of a large
city. Every morning his wife followed him to
the irate and, w itb a gooaby kiss, would say,
'Now, Frank, come home as soon as you can."
At night she watched tor bis coming, and ran
out to meet bim with a welcome.
They were a happy pair. But he noticed in
the coarse of a few months that she left off all
this. In the morning she no longer urged bis
early return, nor did she welcome his coming
at night. She grew reserved and silent. It was
a grief to her husband.
SOLVING A MTSTERY.
After thinking it over, and being sure of his
own loyalty to her, he determined to ask her
what caused the difference in her manner.
This be did, at the same time telling her she
was tbe one woman in all the world whom he
preferred, and that if he had failed toward her
in any way, be wished she would tell him.
Whereupon tbe young w if e burst out crying;
great sobs choked her utterance. Tbe poor
husband thought it was all up with them. But
when the wife could speak, she said:
"You know. Frank, that before we were
married I had tbe income of my dead mother's
property and all that I earned teaching, and I
was independent. But since our marriage I
have nothing from teaching, and you said
you would take care of my mother's prop
erty, so I never have a cent unless I ask lor it.
and the last time I told you I needed money,
you asked me how much I wanted; I told you 1
needed saoe laces, and that they would cost 6
cents, and you gave me just 6 cent,' and then
she cried again. The husband, immensely re
lieved, asked: -Is that all?-'
"All 1" said the wife: "it is enough to kill
any woman. How would von like never to
hare a cent except when you had to ask for
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The husband said he had often thought of
the ease of tbe life of a wife who conld have
all tbe money she wanted by just asking foi it.
(Many wives do not get it by asking.) It had
never occurred to him that it was either a pain
or a humiliation for a grown woman to be com
pelled to ask for monet and to account for it
every time. He considered the ease, aud said
this to his wife: "You shall nevei have to ask
me for money again. Yon need so much a
week for housekeeping expenses. I will put
double that amount every week into this
drawer. If you need more, put in a slip of
paper just naming the amount."
THAT SETTLED IT.
r It was not long before, with tbe sense of in
' dependence and freedom, the old glad light
came back to her eyes, and the morning and
evening welcome again greeted the husband,
who was now just to his wife. At the end of a
year she showed bim a bankbook, with 700
saved, tbe surplus over what she needed or
wished to spend.
I bad this fact from the hnsDand himself.
He said: "It I had not asked her wnat
tronbled her, she would have gone on thinking
I was mean and stingy, and it would have de
stroyed all the happiness of our lives'"
A TAMILY BANK
Unique Scheme bj Which nn East Knd
Couple Dispone of Flnnrces.
A well-known lady of the East End re
sponded to ihe request for her opinion with
a unique letter. Her desire tbather name
be withheld must be respected,bnt she offers
the nom da plume of "A Satisfied "Wife,"
over which she says:
I do not claim that the following is a perfect
solution of the difficulty, but will say tbat my
experience thus lar has led me to regard it as
the moat practicable ono I have ever heard of.
Furthermore, as it was my husband's own idea,
1 appreciate it tbe more. We have two books
which I take much pride in keeping one tbe
family bank book, the other an ordinary cash
hook.
Every time my husband bas any sparemoney,
say S3 or $10, he deposits it in tbe family bank,
and I euter it as debtor in said book. When
ever tho cash on band amounts to $100. he takes
thia amount and deposits it in a real business
bank dowu town. Therefore, the family bank
always contains from S3 to $100. Neither of ns
can draw on this bank without writing a check,
and ihe aniouut thereof beine entered as credit
to the bank; for once deposited, the money be
longs only to it. Either of us can write checks
on said bank, but of course most of them come
from me.
At tbe end of each month the bank book is
balanced, the cash carried over to the next
month and tbe total expense entered on the
cah book, with Items it desirable. I have no
"allowance" at all nor have I ever had to ask
my husband for money since tbe adoption of
this plan.
How does it work?
Well, remember, tbat first of all, it makes
me feel like tCwoinan, lady and wife. The con
fidence that is placed in my honesty, common
sense and judgment makes me take pride in
the appearance and condition of those books.
I do not like to see their pages tilled op with
little, silly, useless items. Of course I consult
with him regarding any considerable expense,
but tbe very knowledee that I do not have to,
makes it a pleasure to me to do ss.
What are the results?
Why, Ihavo actually grown stingy. Z do not
wnte a check if I can possibly avoid It. I know
that mv pride in having that bank turn its $100
over to the down-town bank saves many, many
dollars. My husband often speaks of how lit
tle I use, and laughs at me that I am growing
avaricious. But no. it 13 not that, for I do
draw whenever I want to. It is tbe pleasure I
derive from bis confidence in me. the pride I
take in doing as I please, and proving tbat tbat
privilege can be carefully and successfully
guarded and utilized by the wife as by the hus
band. Beside all this pleasure and feeling of inde
pendence, I am learning points in business that
would be of great service in case of necessity.
7H0U AH ACTEZSS.
Emma Y. Sheridan Intimate to Mr. Fry
f-lie Want to Rnn Her Own Finances.
Miss Emma V. Sheridan (Mrs. "Fry), the
charming yonng actress, writes as follows:
Men do not in their calculations make pro
visions for a "pin money" figure. A wife's ir
regular demands for amounts, great or small,
are likely, therefore, to be an annoyance. The
very man who would cheerfully agree to allow
his wife a given sum per year, and even put it
to her account in bank and never think of it
after, frets and snarls and says: "Oh, bangitl
I haven't got it," when sbe wants 55. and be
bas planned to go to bis poker club with a
clean hundred.
Let the matter be arranged on a business
basis so much a week or month or year, and
"no questions asked." Women are inclined to
bo stuuully childish overmoney matters at first.
"Oh! John, I don't need all tbat money," or
"Oh! John, please let me just ask you when I
want anv,'- and so the trouble sets in. Again,
women too seldom understand their husbands'
business position, and are either oppressed with
an undue sense of costing their hue
band too much nr. through ignorance of his re
sources, tax his finances too tar.
For my own part, 1 advise heartily s woman
bavin her own source of income handling
her own money aud making her own expendi
tures. Even so, however, just for the moral
effect of tbe thing, if there is no other need,
her husband should give ber ber allowance, a
stated and regular sum. into the dispensing of
which be does not question.
THE TIME WILL COME.
A Society Wonnn and Poetess Hn Confl-
dence In Human Nnlnre.
One of the fairest, most thoughtful and
conservative replies comes from Mrs. L. C.
Whiton-Stone, a well-known society woman
of Boston, and a poetess of note. She says:
It is a noticeable fact that those Interested in
tho "rights of women" are apt to be extrem
ists, and in reading Mrs. Ives' article in tbe
September Forum, on "Tbe Domestic Fnrso
Strings," it is easy to see she is no exception to
tbe rule. But it is tbe agitators and extremists
who make the solution of "social problems"
possible. I have been a keen observer of both
men and women in itheir relations to one an
other, and it seems to me their failures are in
about the same proportion.
Men are, as a class, I think, noble, cenerons
and chivalrous. That they mean to be false
when they repeat tbe marriage service, "With
all my worldly goods," etc., I cannot believe.
Tbat they often fail wofully in carrying out
their intentions, I aamit; but women have not,
in the past, been wholly reasonable, and it is
only within a few years tbey have come into
tbe "higher education," and many husbands
finding their wives incapable of grappling with
financial facts and absolutely without power
of mathematical calculation, in discourage
ment of this knowledge, have decided to keep
money matters in their own hands, fearing
otherwise some catastrophe.
If a woman, by any chance, marries a man
who does not recognize her rights as regards
money, she must be utterly wanting in dignity
if she can permit herself to speak of It to any
friend, however intimate. The only proper
way, it would seem, would be to insist upon a
serious conversation upon the subject, and let
ber husband. 3 understand she would not
permit berself to remain so situated. 1
think the meanest man in creation
would recognize tbat a high-mindea
woman taking such a stand would have to be
conceded to. That women learn to lie and steal
because of empty pockets, seem to be mon
strous. The women who could so far lose their
self-respect could never have stood on moral
and spiritual heights. One might easier be a
pauper in pocket than in sonl.
That the relation of marriace will adlust
itself to tbe fact that "old things have passed
away and the new begun" is certain.
THE EVIL OF PUf-HONET.
Any Woman Who Doem't Like to Explain
Expenditures Needs Care.
Mrs. Emily Selinger, the artist, wields a
bright and ready pen, and is, therefore,
known in the world of letters as well as the
world of art. She is a painter of flowers,
and this is the picture of home life she
draws:
It is a sad fact that in America, where the
equality of tbe sexes in all conditions of life
has come to be a recognized fact, where the
husband is not the lordly Turk nor the wife the
cringing slave, a term like "pin money" should
still be extant. It is a term of which the Mg
niticance is so much a remnant ot barbarism
that in this day. under the existing felicitous
conditions of domestic economy it should have
become obsolete long ago.
If, from the day when a man and woman
enter into tbe compact of marnnge, tbe primal
thought of each were for mutual interest in
all its intricate minutiae, the question of "pin
money" could neverarise. The husband would
always make provision for all expenditures
made by the wife in proportion to his income;
the wife would never spend the means thus
Generously bestowed in any way unapproved of
by the hnsband.
The model husband of to-day and the ma
jority is large too often gives his wife more
than he can afford, and sbe too often fritters
away what remains over and above necessities
or comforts, in absolutely foolish and useless
expenditures. I am sorry to own to tbe dis
credit of my sex, that more than half of tbe
trouble about "pin money" arises from tbe de
sire on tbe part of tbe wife to possess money to
spend in ways which sho knows to be unwise.
She acknowledges this by her demand for a
certain supply, and ber indignation if her hus
band inquires into berneeds. If ber purpose for
expenditure is honorable.she would never hesi
tate for a moment to state ber wants, her needs,
yes. and even ber pleasures, and tbe husband,
if be be equally frank, would not hesitate to
give freely what he can afford. But where trust
is abused suspicion is ever on tbe alert.
I know hundreds of families in which I am
sure the subject of "pin money" has never
been discussed, because the father gives with
a just if not generous band.
For the eradication of an evil, one must re
vert to its inception. The girl who is taueht
by the createst preceptor ot tbe world tbe
mother to be honest, economical, thoughtful:
tbe boy who is brought up to be generous, kind
and tender, will never when married have op
portunity to discuss the disagreeable subject of
"pin money."
A SEPARATE PUESE.
Independence It One ot the Great Desldera
tami of n ITomnn'i Life.
Mrs. Harriet H. Bobinsou is not only
well, known as a speaker and writer in favor
of woman suffrage, but she is deeply and
actively interested in all tbat pertains to
woman's welfare and advancement. Mrs.
Bobinson is the author of a fine dramatic
poem, "Tbe New Pandora," a skilfully con
structed plea for' woman. Her views are
given below:
While I agree substantially with Mrs. Ives'
article mentioned, I must take Issue as to the
Intentional falMty of tbe husband when in the
marriage service be says, "with all my worldly
goods I tbee endow." and of that ot the wife,
also, who "knows tbat he does not mean a word
of It." I think that in most cases the bride
groom's intentions are in favor of dealing gen
erously with bis bride, and that sbe expects
him to do the same. But a man's idea of gen
erosity may bo to buy clothing for his wife and
to bring into tbe house all the articles for
domestic use.
Husbands generally (I am not speaking ot
brute') mean to treat their wives well, but they
do not understand tbe difference between doling
ont money and letting their wires act inde
pendently. They bring all sorts of expensive
things Into their bouses, and (tometimes with
questionable taste) buy their wives plenty of
new dresses. I venture to say tbat there is not
one wife in a hundred but could spend this
same money to better advantage and suit her
self, certainly an to clothing, a great deal better
than her husband can. For my own part I
would rather have J2 a week for my "very own"
than all tbe fine clothing my husband might
bring home to me. Sweet is the bread of inde
pendence. Men trust their wives with all that they bold
dear, and why will they not trust them with a
little spending money? The separate allowance
is a better plan than tbat of permitting tbe
wife free access to the family parse, since 'that
necessitates her keeping an account of ber per
sonal expenditures, and, therefore, would not
secure toOier that freeCom in tbe nse of ber
own moncy:whIch Is her right and which sbe
ought to enjoy tbe same as ber husband does.
How Did He Know.
New York Herald.
"Quality, my dear breddern, count fer a
good deal more dan quantity in dil world.
Ten cents troth ob bad whisky will mate a
man fetHIke committin' murder, w'en a
quaht bottle ob champagne wonldonly make
hint feel like shakin' hands wif do hull
human race."
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BEAT 'THE MORMONS.
How Two Tennessee Women Escaped
From Too Much Marriage.
A STARTLING TALE IN DIALECT.
Biddy Was a Yankee Soldier's Daughter and
BadLotsofflnck-.
PBOSPECTIYE LDEB IN A BLANKET
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Estatoe Ceekk, N. C, October 3.
PTER riding some
600 miles during
August and Sep
tember through
the wildest, most
beautiful and pic
turesque country
it has ever been
my lot to see, I
am now set out
on the road that
will take me
home. There are,
however, some 400
miles yet to be made before I rest; the route
lies directly through the country ot "Iio,"
and the names of Standing Indian, Ven
geance Creek, Blood Bock, Hanging Dog
and Chunky Gal confront me.
I go now directly to Quanatown, the
principal settlement of tbe North Carolina
Indian reservation. Myself ahd my black
mare Phoebe go alone; but, like Phil Sheri
dan, "we are not afraid."
I came to-day npon a romance, ready
made to a novelist's hand. Phoebe and I
had fared on all morning under gray skies,
and came at noon, in a burst of repentant
sunshine, to a tiny cabin perched on a spur
oi Big Black Mountain, overlooking one of
the most wonderful views of this wonderful
country.
A YANKEE SOLDIER'S DAUGHTER.
My customary "hello" brought ont a
woman with baby in her arms, who said I
could get some dinner. She bnstied in the
house to get me something to eat, a merry,
resolute little body with a great head of the
reddest hair I ever saw, a "tip-tilted" nose
and a mouth that was continually smiling,
and left me to talk to an old woman smok
ing a pipe on the porch, whom sbe addressed
as "raaw."
"Your daughter don't look like the
mountain folks," I ventured alter we had
talked a little. "Naw," said the old wo
man, who showed traces of having been a
typical mountain beauty, her thick, half
gray hair having still a riotous crinkle and
wave that filled me with envy.
"Naw, the'r paw wuz a Yankee soldier. I
marry 'd him enjurin' of the wab, en all my
She Sal Smoking at the Door.
folks 'lowed he'd desart me, but he' never.
Jist lived hyer ayfter the wah tell Biddy
he named her Bridget after hfs maw was
'bout 6 ye'r ole, an then died off."
A REMINDER Or UTAH.
While I was eating my dinner I noticed
hung on the wall ot the cabin a pair of fine
buckskin riding gloves embroidered in col
ored silks. I have a pair almost exactly
like them at home; sent me from Utah by a
friend, and I was, of course, surprised to see
anything of the sort here. Mr surprise in
creased when, asking the old woman in re
gard to them, she replied: "I brung 'em
Turn Salt Lake City."
I suppose I must have looked impolitely'
astonished and inquisitive, for she chuckled
softly and said: "Ye did'nt 'low I'd ever
bin so fur frum home, did ye? "Well, I bin
thar, an I lived in Tenn-essee fer two ye'r,
too. Ayfter Biddy's paw died I lived hyer
for nign six ye'r. I wuz a only chile an'
thisyer fahm was mine. You'll sav I did'nt
her no call to ma'y no mo, and! I didn't,
but er man come up hyer from Tenn-essee,
an' he fa'rly pestered me till I tuck Mm.
His name was Sively," alluding to him in
the same impersonal way in which she had
mentioned her first venture.
A HARD TIME OP IT.
"I mayr'd him an' we rented out this
place an' went down to lire in Tenn-essee.
Crops wuz bad, an' to cap all, thet man
had to git a-fever and lay flat er bis back
fer six months. Bidy an me made the crop
thet yer. Biddy was fo'teen", an' a fine,
well-growed gal.
"Time he got up en ter creepin' round
ergln he got terrible tnck ur 'jth some new
preachers 't come thru. 'We repersent the
church ur our Lawd uv Latter Dry Saints
sez the preacher ez bold ez brass fust time I
hyrd 'im preach.
" 'Thet's no mo' ner less then sayin Mor
min', sez I ter Sively, ezwewnzgoin'home.
We jawed about thet business back en fo'th
fer nigh a ye'r. He'd hav them elders, ez
they called themsefs, come en talk ter me
an' tell whut a fine kentryYontaw wuz, en
whnt a fine relligin' the latter Day Saints
wnz, en how they 'ed the last wnrd l'om
Gawd, an' all that, an' nary wurd 'bout
havin' mor'n one wife. They needn't do
thet, they sed, less'n they pleased ter.
SHE WAS DOUBTFUL.
" 'Huh,' sez I, 'I'd like ter see ther ole
onery man thet wouldn't please ter but the
wimmin air yer so pottickler ter git ther
cornsint?'
"Well, I was all broke down with chills,
an' hard work,, an' Sively 'lowed we'd be
rich out ther an' cud make a lady outen
Biddy he wuzalwnz powerlul sot on Biddy
an' th' eend on't all wuz that we went.
I'm bonn' ter say them Mormins done ez
they said 'bout lenden' ur us money ter start
weth an agriculcha'l instru-ments an' sich,
an' we done well, though I nerer did git
back my strength.
"When we'd bin thar risin two years
Sive(ly come from church one Sunday evenin
an' said they wnz layin' off ter make 'im a
deacon er a elder er sich, an thet lu'thermo'
they bed picked ont a man fer Biddy.
TO MABBY HEB STEP-PAW.
"I wuz plumb 'shamed ter say a word gin
that, ler she wus turned 17 year, an' we
alwnz said t' home thet er gal 't wuzn't
mayr'd by 15,er didn't her her pegs set
fur't by thet time, wuzzent gonter git no
body." 'Ijis sez 'I hate ter her her take a
Mormin; I wish't she cud er hed one er tber
boys ter home. Who air ther talkin' 'bout
fer her?
"He looked t' ther flo' an' outer th' win
der like a sheep-killin' dawg. 'They wuz a
aimin' ter seal her ter me,' he aezj kinder
w's'e an' huskv like.
" Te ole noun' I hollered; 'ye ole houn,'
don't ye know I'd kill ye lust? This yers
why ye drug me an' my darter out hyar, ez
it?'
"I skeered 'im an he looked fa'r ter back
out, bnt I wus weak an' sick, an' I fell a
trimlin and a shakin' an' a hollerin' like
th' hy-strikei.
" 'Shet up,' he sex, 'th neighbors '1 hyur
ye-'
TALKED OF BUICX9H.
" ffslghpon,' xholUrtd, 'w a!'!
wffl $H
none jist a pack 'er wolves like you;' an'
hit wuz true. I knowed well by this time
how they treated the'r 'rebellyus' wimmin
out thar an' JC thought heaven wuz ez near
ez Nawth Calliny. When I tole Biddy she
said 'Paw orter be 'shamed er hissef,' and
then she turned right white when she saw
what a trap we wnz in. ,
"The sealln' come on a Chewsday, an'
that give ns but one day ter projeck ronn
an' see what we cud do. All day Monday
I wnz at Biddy fer us ter take th gun an
make a eend nr it. I 'lowed I didn't see
nary nother way outer hit, an that I c'ud
take the pun an' shoot her cheerful, an'
then myse'f,
" 'Aw, hush, Maw, you pester me,' she'd
ear, but wouldn't let'on nary word 'bout
wfiut she did aim ter do. Til do my way,
an' ef hit don't wort we kin try the'gun
but we'll use hit on th' ole man fust,' she
said Biddy haint got her red ha'r fer noth
in" -vyith a subdued snicker.
BIDDY'S OWK IDEA.
"We wuz a powerful quiet fambly that
day. Neither me tier Biddy spoke to th'
ole man wnnst, an' she come in my room at
night an' slep' with me an' th' old man
tuck 'im a quilt 'n laid down front er ther
kithen fi Airly in th' mawnin' Biddy got
up an dressed bersef, an' tnck er close line
on herahm. 'Come on, maw, mebby ye c'n
hep me if I need hit,' she sez, an' walked
soitlr inter th' kitchen.
"Hep herl I lollered ajtrimblin' so lend
scacely stan'l Sbe kneeled" down by th' ole
man 'n picked up the aidge ur th' quilt he
wur a lyin' on an' thowed hit over him,
then she brung th' other side orer hit an'
hjSk
Tying Up the New Elder.
had 'im rolled up neat ez ye please an' two
rounds ur close line round 'im fore he bezan
to wake up 'n' cuss. 'Set down on his head,
Maw, he'll holler next,' sez she, 'like he wnz
a 'rageous hoss.' I nerer set on his head,
but I putt his piller on hit an' hilt 'im ez
best I cud tell she had 'im all done up an'
tied. Then she tnck er towill an' made a
tollabul good gag.
THE OLD LADT "WEAKENED.
" 'I kinder hate ter do 'im so bad,' sez I,
whilst she wur a tyin' ur hit.
" 'Hate to,' says Biddr, given 'is head a
rap with her knuckles like town folks does
whenst they wants to come in. 'I do' want
him bellerin' so's'fye kin hyer him ter th'
tabbernickull, an' her them elders down on
us, doncher?'
"Now, says I when she got done, 'les
run.'
" 'Why, raaw,' sez she, 'ef we go now
they'll send hyer by 6 o'clock ter see why
we don't come to the Sealin bonse, an' ther
hain't nare train er keer we kin git away on
till 2 er'clock this evenin'. I'm a-goin to
the Sealin house now.'
"Well, I wuz po'ly, but I didn't need t'
be sicher fool ez I wuz. I hollered an' cried
an' baigged her notto go 'mongst them Mor
mins. Said they'd git her, an' lowed I
could't stay in tb' house erlone weth th' ole
man done up so hejous and lookin' like a
corp, nohow.
POOLED THE ELDERS.
"Biddy alius wnz a masterful little trick
f um th' time she cud talk an' fore thet
an' she did what she aimed ter do, "bnt I low
she wanted mighty bad t' gire me a good
beatin'. Well, she come back 'bout 1
o'clock. Bein' oneasr in her min' she bed
cried most er th' time, an' said she won
dered why her paw didn't cope, and they
nerer suspicioned her. Sbe said to 'em she
reckoned he'd furcot, an' she thought he
wuz doin' her scainellous, an one old elder
lowed he'd her her sealed t' himself ter
spite th' ole man for a doin' her thataway,
but she tole 'em she didn't wanter ma'y
nary man but her ,paw, and fine-ly-th
sealin' time wuz over and she come home.
"We tuck some money twuz in th house,
laid by ter bnv a fahm.'n sich thing ez we
cud grab hanciy, an' let.
HAPPY 'WITH HEB FLOCK.
"We lef th' doors an' windows open t'
look like we 'uz t' home, an' my! how skpert
we wuz t' we'd meet some 'er them elders
an' he'd ax us where wuz we a goin'. Bnt
we didn't, an' when I got on th' keersl just
keeled over an' wuz plumb dead for an hour.
I tell ye that skeered Biddy wuss'n Mor
mins. "We cum right back hyer'n Biddy mrfyrd
my cousin Jinsey's oldes' boy. She's pow
erlul ole now" (she must have been 26),
"au'had a heaper chillern, but I think she
cud hoop out a passell er Mormins yit"
"Maw thinks thet's a pretty fine tale," in
terposed Biddy rather shame-iacedly. She
had been listening in the intervals when she
was not attending to the wants ot her nu
merous offspring, and was evidently some
what embarrassed at the position of heroine.
"She tells hit to ever' buddy t'll listen t'
hit."
"Well so do I," I replied, slipping a
quarter with a hole in it on a red ribbon and
tying it around the neck of the baby, whose
fuzz of hair was so much redder that it
made my ribbon look pink.
Alice MacGowan.
TEE AGE OF SPECULATION.
How n Qnlft-Loviue Citizen Fared at the
Hnnas of the Small Boj.
Detroit Free Press.
A boy 7 or 8 years old, whose parents lire
on Third avenue, was beating a drum in the
alley, when a neighbor appeared and asked:
"How much did your father pay for that
drum, sonnv?"
"Two shillings, sir."
"Will you take a dollar for it?"
"Yes, sir, ma said she hoped I'd sell it
for ten cents."
The exchange was made and the drum
put where it wouldn't do any more good,
and the neighbor chuckled over his strata
gem. However, when he got home at night
there were lonr drnms beating in front of
his house, and the drummer boy was prompt
to inform him:
"These are my cousins, and I took that
dollar and bought four new drums. Do you
want to give ns $4 for them?"
The neighbor bowed to the inevitable and
retired.
HE LIKES TEE SEA.
Mr. Cleveland IHnkei Permanont Arrange
ment Tor spending; Ills bummers.
New York World.
Ex-President Cleveland finds that the
neighborhood of Marion, where he has
spent sereral summers, suits him in every
war. He hopes to spend many summers
there, and to tbat end has bought a
tract of land at Tudor Haven, .on the
Bourne shore, opposite Long Keck, E.ist
Wareham. The cottage, called the Tudor,
itfr. ClevelancPM Cottage.
is a low, picturesque, nnpretentions build
ing, one ot the first erected on the bay about
15 Tears ago. It is old-fashioned in con
struction, but suggests thorough comfort.
It stands on a blufl fronting the sea, just be
low the Wblttier elub house, where tbe
Monument river siiti out to the ocean. The
cottage la half an hour's walk from the rail
way station. Mr. Cleveland will refit the
cottage and put the grounds la repair for
ntxt nmmtrt ceeupwoy.
GOSSIP FE0M VENICE.
i
Chat With One of the Members of
Hi. Carnegie's Coaching.Trip.
A GAS CITY COUPLE'S. ADVENTURE.
Frolic on the Water With a Eoyal Party
as the Attraction.
AMEEICAH STUDEKTS ON THE TEAMP.
icoBBEsroirnxiicx of thi DisrjLTCH.i
Venice, September 24. I lately had the
pleasure of passing a rery pleasant evening
at tbe Cafe Elorian with Felix Moschelles,
an English artist, and son of the great mu
sician of that name. He was accompanied
by his wife, who is a German, but who
speaks English like a daughter of Albion,
and the rest of our party consisted of Mr.
and Mrs. M. B. Leisser, of your city. In
the first place I must say that Mr. Mos
chelles is a bosom friend of Mr. Carnegie,
and was a member of that memorable
coaching trip which Mr. Carnegie made
through the British Kingdom a few years
ago. Mr. Moschelles, with his wife, was in
America dnring the Cleveland Presidental
campaign and' painted a portrait of Mr.
Cleveland and many others of tbe Demo
cratic big wigs. He spoke rery enthusiastic
ally of American hospitality, and at all the
big cities which he visited reception after
reception was showered upon him until he
thought they were going to kill him with
kindness.
He said Englishmen knew very little
abont America, in fact, did not want to know
anything about it. 'Mr. Moschelles, in
spite of his association with such a capi
talist as Mr. Carnegie, is a rery prominent
Socialist, and some of his theories for the
regeneration of bis fellowman aud tbe at
tainment of the millennium are as ingenious
ns those of Mr. Bellamy or Mr. George.
Like his illustrious countryman, Charles
Dickens, he thinks the American public
bftit their houses too much he almost suffo
cated when there. He bears a striking facial
resemblance to 'Mr. Blaine, especially in his
nasal organ. I beliere he has written a
book on America what Englishman who
has traveled in the United States has not
done likewise?
Pitubareera In the Mud.
Mr. and Mrs. M. B. Leisser, who have
been for the past three months in Venice,
met with rather an unpleasant adventure a
few nights ago. It was nothing less than
their gondola, to speak rulgarly, getting
stuck in the mnd at low tide in the lagoons,
and their being compelled to remain there
all night until the morning tide floated
them off In the morning, in company with
another American, they hired a roomy lum
bering craft which, in addition to its oars,
carried a sail for additional speed. It was
manned by two ancient mariners. They
started out to visit the island of Torcello,
one of the most famous islands in the Vene
tian lagoons, and some five miles from
Venice. Torcello boasts of a splendid cath
edral. .In its Piazza is the throne of Atilla.
an old stone arm chair. It is a poor spot in
Italy that cannot boast of some throne or
another in fact these antiquities are the
principal means of livilihood of a great mass
of the population.
All went merry as a marriage bell until
on the return from Toreelly, when there was
a spanking breeze, and, with all sail set,
they bowled merrily before the breeze until
it increased almost to a hurricane. This
necessitated the taking down of the sail and
the ancient mariners commenced to ply
their oars. Whether they got tired ancl
wanted a rest or their old eyes failed them
in keeping the channel, I cannot say, but
rery soon they ran their craft into shallow
water and in a few minutes the receding
tide left them in the mud. AH efforts to
get ber off were unavailing and the party
had to make the best ot the contretemps
and rest all night in the boat. The sail was
wet and could afford them no protection
from the weather. Happily the ancient
mariners had a supply of old sacks on
board, and with these they managed to keep
comfortable during thenight.
Mr. and Mrs. Leisser depart in a fw
days lor Munich, and on the route are to
take in the Passion Play at Oberammagan.
They are yet undecided as to whether they
shall return to America this year. If not,
they intend to spend the winter in Paris.
They have seen a good deal of Europe in
their wanderings of the past four years.
w.
An Experience With Raynliy.
A few evenings ago a trim looking yacht
appeared in the harbor just opposite the
winged lion of St. Mark's. The fact of her
sporting the British colors and the appear
ance of a score of unmistakable British tars
and redcoats promenading in the fashion
able St. Mark's Square gave rise to the
rumor that there were some scions of En
glish nobility on board. When the shades
ot night closed around the yacht the officials
on board prnduced some beautiful effects by
casting lime lights on the different edifices
and monuments which are the pride of Ven
ice. A company of strolling musicians who
every evening in a brilliantly illuminated
gondola make the tour of the Grand Canal,
followed by some scores of other gondolas,
di-parted from their usual itineracy on this
evening, and instead serenaded royalty. In
consequence everybody who could hire a
gondola did so, and repaired with the
musicians to the yacht Snrprise,yfor such
was her name, to gaze at, if not to honor,
royal tr.
bur party, which included fonrirrererent
Arncrican art students, not much in awe of
royalty, but all the same curious to see how
royalty comported itself, also hired a gon
dola, and were soon in the midst of the fleet
which surrounded the Surprise. A part of
the deck of the yacht was formed into an in
closure brilliantly lighted up with electric
lights, and beautifully draped with the flags
ot the British Kingdom. In this inclosure
was a little old lady dressed in black. By
her her side were two unmistakablv good
looking daughters of Albion, abont 25 years
o' age, surrounded hv a group of young men
in evening drejs. My friends said tbe little
old lady looked very "much like the Queen
ot England, but I maintained that Her
Gracious Majesty counted more ariordupois.
Thewhole party talked rery loudly, and, as
one of my companions remarked, seemed to
think tbat nobody else around understood
English. They all seemed to be having a
right royal time.
The strolling musicians meanwhile dis
coursed sweet strains and Italian songs, and
royajty applauded. At length the lime
light went out, the music ceased aud one of
the musicians went up to the gangway of
the yacht, held out his battered old bat and
a pompous, bald-headed lunctionary from
tne yacht, very likely the Imperial purse
bearer, dropped a coin into it The musi
cian still kept his hat extended and made a
motion with his bead as if not satisfied with
the royal donation, but the Imperial purse
bearer also shook his cranium and mumbled
something at which the musician restored
his hat to his head aud the royal gilt to his
pocket. He lelt the onlookers to draw their
conclusions about tbe size of the royal dona
tion. Another musician then proceeded to
make a collection among the plebeian
crowd. Perhaps there were some rich
Americans among them who gave more
than Her Eoyal Highness. Kelt morning
we read in the Venetian papers that the
distinguished party whom we bad the honor
of assisting at the concert was the Empress
Erederika, of Germany, and her two
daughters, the Princess Victoria and Mar
garet, tbe former of whom bas a dowrr
of a million and a quarter of dollars, is
rery accomplished and is engaged to be
married to Prince Adolph of Schanmburg
Lippe. They are here lor a few weeks of
sea bathing, and are guests of the King of
Italy at the Palazzo Malcolm. "
Every morning a 7 o'clock the Empress
and her daughters may be seen la a steam
launch on the Grand Canal bound for their
daily dip at the Lido. Yesterday a friend
of mine was out sketching In a sandola (a
species of Venetian craft) in the lagoons
when tbe two Princesses came by in a gon
dola. One of them was learning to row
gondolier fashion, that Is, standing up, and
several times she came near going over
board, r
..
1.0 to Letters Dangerous.
From an incident which recently came
nnder my notice here I would warn Ameri
can girls in Enropeto be careiul in commit
ting' lore letters to the tender mercies of
Italian dandies who hare not a rery good
command of the English' tongue. A few
days ago an American artist friend of mine
was seated af- a cafe in St. Mark's square.
Next to bim sat a well dressed Italian who
was anxious to make his acquaintance. He
knew a lktle English and with great pains
my friend understood him. Perhaps Big
nor was an American. Xes? He wasn't
from B ?
No he was from New York. Perhaps tbe
Signor could tell bim how many days it
took a letter to go from Venice to B .
After much parrying oi this sort tbe Ital
ian pulled out a letter saying he receired it
from a countrywoman of the Signor and it
the Signor wonld explain certain passages
in it he wonld be rery much obliged.
Well, the letter was coucbed in the most
loring terms and would create much amuse
ment in a breach of promise case. It spoke
of the delicious or delirious (this word was
a little blotted as if a tear had fallen on it)
moonlight nights on the Grand Canal, seated
by a darling in a smoothly gliding gondola,
and wondered if these hearenly times wonld
erer recur again. It wound np in hoping
the Count would come to America soon. If
not she would try to return to Venice next
summer. I cannot vouch if he was a real
live Count, but as they are so plentiful here
on their native heath, there is no telling.
Two Novelty-Loving Americans.
Two American art students, Mr. Towns
ley, son of Editor Townsley, of the Great
Bend Tribune, Kansas, and Mr. Sellac, of
Norwalk, Conn., recently arrived in Venice,
having walked all the way from Paris.
They said ther met with the most dense
ignorance in the villages and country dis
tricts in France, Switzerland and Italy.
They were only arrested half a dozen times
in France on suspicion of being German
spies. In one village where they were ar
rested nobody would believe their statement
that they were Americans.
"Whv" said they, "all Americans are
rich and do not travel around in bad clothes
without baggage and on foot also."
They could not understand the fnn of
anybody traveling on foot when they could
more easily travel in railway carnages.
At one village and while standing in the
doorway of the hostelry the Mayor of tbe vil
lage passed by them at least a dozen times,
eyeing them snspicionsly before he made
up bis mind to arrest them. They both car
ried revolvers of the latest Amer
ican patent and on being asked
what use they had for them replied
they intended 'to walk through Italy and
expected to nse tbem against possible
brigands. As the Mayor, the police and
the natires nerer saw such new fangled
weapons before the arrest was forgotten, and
they gathered round to see the workings of
the self-cockers.
They say the French children are brought
up on their mother's milk to hare the Ger
mans, and rery often tbe epithet, "Sale
Prussien (dirty Prussian), was hurled at
them by the juvenile population. They ad
vise anybody taking a pedestrian tour
through Europe to wear bad clothes, let
their beard grow, and, in fact, look as much
like the genus tramp as possible in order to
get everything cheap.
Sketching la Teniae.
Two prominent American artists, Frank
Meyer Boggs and Jules Stewart, hare been
in Venice for thetpast few months sketch
ing. Mr. Boggs is an artist of great taleut,
sereral of his pictures haring been bought
by the French Government for presentation
to various museums, one oi the pictures se
lected being the "Place de la Bastile,
Paris." It will surprise Mr. Boggs' friends
to learn his selecting Venice as hitherto he
has always painted quiet gray subjects, but
he is now successiully grappling with the
bright sunshine and azure skies of this city.
Mr. Stewart is one of the few artists favored
by fortune, his father being a many times
millionaire resident in Paris, and possess
ing one of the finest private picture collec
tions there. It is specially rich in the works
of the Spanish school. Mr. Stewart has his
yacht here with bim, and in spite of his
wealth is also a painter of .talent His
"Hunt Ball" and "Fire O'CIock Tea,"
which were awarded medals at the Univer
sal Exposition, were among the most ob
served of the pictures in tbe American sec
tion. D. W. Scanlan.
WHY IT WAS BLAHK.
The Arizona Kicker Maa Slakes an Expla
nation Abont a Dentu Notice.
The Arizona JTtcfcer.says the Detroit Free
Pres$, contains the following under the
head of "explanatory:"
The third column of tbe second page of
this issue will be found blank. It is not
our fault. Colonel John Kyi off, one of the
old pioneers of this town, died last week,
and his widow sent in an obituary notice
which jnst filled the column. We thought
it read pretty strong when we
set it up, but as the Colonel
was tbe third man to subscribe to
this paper and pay in advance we intended
to let it slide. The forms were all ready for
the press when a detective arrived from
Portland to identity the Colonel as a thief,
embezzler, bigamist and all-round bad man.
His proois were so straight that we hadn't
the cheek to publish the obitnary. We sent
a bonqnet to the widow with our compli
ments, but that. was the best we could do. J
HAS TWO MOUTHS.
A Handsome Bullock Provided With One for
Food and Another for Water. "
Scientific American.
A New York City butcher recently came
into possession of the remarkable animal
shown in our illustration, being, a full
grown bull with two different mouths.
The mouth proper of the animal is nsed
solely for eating, while the other organ
is used only for drinking. The bull
is about 18 months' old, weighs
1.200 pounds, and is dappled gray in color,
the animal, with the exception of one shoul
der and the forelegs, being well formed.
The regular mouth is of the normal size
and contains two fnll seta of teeth, but do
liquid erer passes between them. The other
mouth, of which an enlarged view is given
at tbe bottom of the picture, is about five
inches in diameter, at the end ol a protuber
ance three inches'thick, and it is situated
directly under the neck, about half way be
tween the head and shoulders. There are
neither eyes nor ears in connection with
tbis mouth, but there are nostrils, through
which the animal breathes, as well as
through his other nostrils, and a partial set
of teeth, although this mouth is onlr used
for drinking. The animal also has double
knee and hoof joints. Hit disposition it
said to be quiet and gentle.
Ml
SAILING IN CLOUDS.
Trip on Titicaca, the Highest flayi
gable Lake on the Globe.
IT HAS BO BOTTOM. AND B0 OUTLET.
An Island Upon-Which Criminals Froze or
Starred to Death.
TISIT TO PBOPEHSOfi URTOS'S GBAYE
rCOltEESrOXDINCX Or THE DISPATCH. 1
Puno, Peru, September 6. Afloat on
Lake Titicacal But, howerer, pleased the
traveler may be to find himself sailing the
highest navigable water on the globe, he
must pay the price of many discomforts for
his rare experience. Not only is there sir
roche to contend witb, which makes a nerv
ous person feel as if grim death were clutch
ing his beart-itringt with icy fingers and
piling a thousad pounds weight upon his
chest, while all the blood in the body seems
to fill the head to bursting, crimsoning the
face and leaving the lower extremities cold
as ice, but the most weather-beaten royager
is bound to suffer all the pangs of sea-sickness,
though he may hare circumnavigated
the globe without a qualm of it
Consnlting a map of South America, you
will find Titicaca about midway down the
continent, but only 325 miles inland from
the Pacific It lies at an altitude of 12,550
feet above the level of the sea in an enormous
basin whose eastern border is bounded by
the loftiest cordillera of the Andes, an un
trodden, snow-crowned wall, several of
whose peaks rival Chimborazo in heightand
sublimity.
NO BOTTOM rOTTND.
In shape the lake is an irregular oral
extending almost doe north and south, 120
mile lonr, its greatest width being about
ut mnes. it has an arerage depth of 1,000
feel, but in many places line and plummet
hare failed to find the bottom. Though
many rivers, fed by mountain snows, flow
into it, there is no visible outlet exceDt the
Desaguadero river, a broad, deep, swift but
not turbulent stream, 170 miles long, which
itself has many tributaries and a fall of 600
feet and discharges into Lake Anllagas
away to the southward.
Ot the latter lake very little is known ex
cept tbat it has no outle't to the sea unloss it
be subterranean, though receiving the
drainage of the great upper basin and hav
ing several other powerful feeders besides
tbe Desaguero. Dnring rainy seisons and
dry its water always remains at precisely
the same depth, though no fewer than nine
considerable streams flow into it Lake
Titicaca never Ireezes over, whatever the
weather, though even in summer-time ice
frequently forms near the shore where tbe
biys are shallow. This mysterious body of
w ter exercises a verr marked and impor
ts .1 influence on tbe climate ot this cold
region, being always from 10 to 12 Eahr.
warmer than the surrounding atmosphere.
A CLOSED BASIS'.
The great basin which contains Titicaca
has been estimated to be 600 miles long and
200 miles wide, with a total area of perhaps
100,000 miles, or three times that of the
State of New York. The slope of the basin
is gently toward the south, Lake Titicaca
occupying its northern extremity and Lake
Anllagas the southern, connected by the
Desaguadero. The. prevailing winds are
from the northeast Blowing continually,
they often come with prodigions force, ren
dering navigation extremely hazardous by
the frail balsas of the natives and very dis
agreeable, if not dangerous, by the s'team
ers. Before tbe comparatively recent intro
duction or the latter, these balsas, or rafts
and canoesjmade of rushes woren together,
were the onlr boats on the lake.
The steamers, which by tight squeezing,
will accommodate 21 passengers each, are of
100 tons burden. Being nerer heavily load
ed, they roll and tremble and toss about on
tbe stormy waves in a way calculated to
appall the stoutest heart and upset the
strongest stomach, while winds howl, shriek
and moan among the rigging like a legion
of lost spirits, or as if the angry gods of
Titicaca Island, whose temples the Euro
peans have destroyed, were in revengeful
pursuit
BROUGHT VF PIECEMEAL.
Going straight across from Cbiiilara to
Puno, the trip is only 110 miles, and is usu
ally made in 12 or 14 hours; but one can
get quite enough ol it in that length of
time, I assure you. The little steamers that
required ten years in the building were
brought piecemeal over the mountains on
the backs of mules before tbe day of the
railroad, much as Cortez carried his his
toric ships irom Vera Cruz to the lakes of
Tenochtitlan. Their staterooms are the
smallest that can possibly be made to ac
commodate human beings; and along the
walls of the salon, which serves both for
dining and smoking room, are cushioned
benches which "let out" at night into-two
tiers of tolerably comiortable berths.
Puno Bay is so shallow that the steamers
could not come near the shore until a
canal, three miles long, had been excavated.
This work was accomplished when Mr.
John Thorndyke, a well-known American,
connected the lake with the sea by means
of a railroad across Peru. Mr. Santiago
(James) Beaumont, a gentleman from Pat
erson, S. J who is still connected with
this railway aud Titicaca navigation, not
only made the canal, but ordered the
steamers and put them together when the
pieces arrived. .
LIKE CHINESE BAMBOO.
Though tbe Bolivian shore of Titicaca is
rough and abrupt, tbe mountains on that
side pressing down boldly into the water,
the western and southern shores are low and
comparatively level, the swampy edges over
grown tith a species ot tall strong reeds
called tortera. These reeds serve tbe natives
for as many purposes as bamboo does the
Chinaman. They are used instead of lath
for lining the houses; for thatching roofs,
bottoming chairs, filling beds, matting
baskets, boats and bridges. They are also
an important item in the way of fuel, though
they burn too rapidly to give off much heat.
Cattle feed upon them and at any time of
the year cows aud oxen may be seen nearly
up to their backs in the marshes.
Eor several years the Chililaya bridge
across the deep and rapid Desguadero was
made entirely of reeds supported by balsas
below, until the fine new bridge was built
a few years ago. As tbat river is tbe divid
ing line between Peru and Bolivia, a cus
tom house is located at each end of the
bridge.
It there were any hunters hereabout they
would find plenty of sport in these reedy
marshes where myriads of water- owl find
shelter, among them black and scarlet
ducks, snipe, herons, etc
THE PERUVIAN SIBERIA.
There are eight habitable islands in Lake
Titicaca. The largest of tbem is Titicaca,
six miles long by about four miles wide,
high, bare and rugged in outline. Tbis is
the celebrated "Sacred Island" of the Incas.
Another of the islands, which is about six
miles long bnt not so broad as Titicaca, was
formerly the Siberia, or Dry Tortneas of
Peru, to which criminals were banished for
life, or for stated periods. This cramped,
but bleak and barren space, must have been
a perfect sheol upon earth, in ythose days
when criminals of all sorts, young and old,
male and female, were crowded here to
gether. A few cents per capita was distributed
every morning among therewith which they
might purchase food enough to sustain life
from tbe Indians. They were allowed to
build huts for themselves, the rudest ma
terials being iuruished; but no provision lor
fires was made it this freezing altitude, and
as nothing grows on the island, tuel for
cooking purposes had also to be bought of
the Indians. It is said that soenes ol rob
bery, murder and violence .were of dally oc
currence, the young and weak having little
chance of retaining tbe pittance given by
tbe Government So great was the penalty
for asaiatlsjc a prisoner from the island that
it was nerer attempted, and to swim any dis
tance in these icy waters is impossible.
WHEBE ORTON LIES BURIED.
The saddest'of all the islands in Lake
Titicaca is one rery near to P.nno, called
San Esteran (Saint Stephen), which has be
come a Protestant graveyard. The latest
addition to this desolate cemetery was
made when Prof. Orton died. Tbe well
known author and scientist, irom Pough
keepsie, N. Y., died of consumption,
brought on by orer-work and the inhospita
ble climate of this far-awar land; and when
he knew that the end was near,, requested
that bis remains be laid on the top of San
Eteran. We made a pilgrimage to the
spot in honor of his memory, going out from
Puno in a canoe, against the protests of the
villagers who assured us tbat we could not
.possibly land anywhere on the island, it
being completely surrounded by an impassa
ble marsh.
Paddling all around it we found a place
where the swampy soil was somewhat firm,
and, using a thick growth of reeds for im
provised bridges, by dint of considerable
leaping and tbe trifling inconrenience of
going orershoe in theonze, we succeeded la
passing the barrier. The island is nothing
but a high, rocky hill, rising so precipit
ously ont of the water that hardly a goat
conld scale it, except on the farther tide,
where the ascent is not very difficult,
though winding and pathless, and one ii
often compelled to stop and recover breath
in the thin air.
THE INCA EMPIRE.
To this day, poor Orton's resting place il
nnmarked. Not long age a friend and fellow-professor,
from Rochester, N. Y., came
here and found it would cost perhaps $1,000
to hare one erected. It was on account of
Lake Titicaca tbat, as tradition affirms, the
foundera of tbe Inca Empire had
their supernatural origin. Scattered
all orer its great basin are ruins of
ancient architecture, singular in character,
and haring an antiquity greater than any
other of adranced civilization on this hem
isphere. Not an unfitting region, this, for
tbe development of an original civilization
like tbat which carved its monuments in
massive stone and left them on the plains of
Tiahnanaco, of wbich no tradition remains
except they were the work of the giants of
old, who built them in a single night
Fannie B. Wabb.
A STAMMERING MAITS WOE.
Hs Offended a Baitr Man and the Latter
Used His 71st.
Lewlston Journal.
The hasty man takes as natural to mis
takes as the cuckoobird to the nests of Its
neighbors. I remember one winter a speci
men of this class was driving along a nar
row road, a little out of Jackson village,
when he came to an impassable drift Tho
day was bitter cold, the man was in an un
paralleled hurry, and, of course, frantically
exasperated at the unavoidable delay, al
though Natnre had done her best to prepare
him tor just such an event by wrapping him
in 200 pounds or so of flesh, and covering his
head and chest with a matting of thick
flaxen hair. The brawny farmers, leisurely
working out their taxes on the highway,
thrust their shovels into the drift and
brought up block after block of snow, clean
cnt as cheese, varying their motions not one
iota under the fire of the traveler's unreason
able wratb.
At last the road was opened and the leader
of the crew, who, it happened, had an im
pediment in his speech, gare a ware of his
red-mittened hand, saying cheerily:
"T-tto'beadI to 'head."
With a terrific oath the traveler bounced
out of his sleigh and leveled an unmerciful
blow at tbe stammerer's nose.
"I'll teach yon to call me a towheadl" he
Bhouted, while the Dlood boiled in his
cheeks. "Call me towhead, if you dare!
Say it again, if you dare, you lantern
jawed, rabbit-eyed old "
At this point of the hasty man's eloquence,
the friends of the astonished nsnimerer
stepped up and translated his unf:l'jiiate
words fnto the simple command V "go
ahead." This the graceless Saxon .",- quite
ready to do. He was in a greats, hurry
than erer. He eren forgot to apologize for
his mistake; but springing Into his sleigh,
be gave a cut at his horse, and dodged out
through the drilt into the village. The
farmers laughed.and the puzzled stammerer
silently reflected upon the nnjnst happen
ings of this curious world.
KEEP Y0TJE MOUTH SHUT.
A Good Pleco of Adrice for Sprinters UM
Well nn Many Other People.
New York Press. 1
."Keep your mouth shut and you can win,"
was the advice I heard a Western man giving
to a young sprinter of bis acquaintance who
was starting last week for Montreal to take
part in the games there. When I asked him
What his advice meant, he replied: "I have
watched the Indian runners in the West
and in Mexico, and have noted some of
their marvelous teats. I have known a
man to run 80 or 100 miles without stopping;
bnt I have never seen one of them open his
month while running.
"Tbey invariably set their lips firmly to
gether and breathe through tbe nose. This
saves the lungs. I have seen runners who
kept their mouths open fall down at the
conclusion of a race, perfectly exhausted."
DBES3INO THE THBOAT.
RuSea and Bowi Tbnt Will Set OflBeantra
Piettr Chin This Season.
Hew York Sun.J
Our dames of fashion are going to wear
tbroatlets aud collarettes this season, and
they are going to look rery sweet in
them, too. Indeed, neckwear prom
ises to assume a conspicuous place
in dress of the immediate future.
The abore represents the gauze throatlet,
with the neck band in net lined with silk,
and edged on each side witb a corkscrew
frilling in pleated gauze, dirided by a
straight fluting, and tied with a butterfly
bow In narrow Ottoman ribbon.
Thll Ulnntrat faakInHAK1 -li tt.
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The foundation consists of a straight band
of stiff corded ribbon, on which ii sewn a
ruffle or lace ruohing, and in each fluting
there Is a loop in colored ribbon matching
the knot of loop and ends which, fasten tka
ruche la front.'
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