your necklace? and I will get aamall gold case made for it, and wear it always and always, and when I open it, the perfume will remind me ot you and of our walkB to gether, and the evenings in that litle par lor" But instantly she had pulled off her ploves. and with busy fiugers unclasped the necklace; then she touched it with her lips, tnd placed the whole of the warm and scented treasure in his band. "I only wanted one of the beads, Maisrie," Paid lie, with something of shamefacedness. "Take it, Vincent -I have not many things to Rive," she said, simply. "Then then would you wear something if I rare it to you?" he asked. "Oh, yes, if you would like that," she an swered at once. "Oh, well, I must try to get something nice something appropriate," said he. "I wonder if a Brighton jeweler could make me a small white dove in ivory or mother-of-pearl that you could wear just as if it had alighted on your breast a pin, you know, lor your neck and the pin could be made of a row of rubies or sapphires while the dove itself wonld be white." "But, Vincent," said she, doubtingly, "if I were to wear that?" ' "What would it mean? Is that what you ask? Shall I tell you, Maisrie? It would mean a betrothal!" She shrank back. "Ho no," she said. "2To I could not wear that I" "Oh, are you frightened by a word?" said he, cheerfully. "Very well very well it shan't mean anything of the kind! It will only serve to remind you of a morning on which you and I went for a little stroll down & breakwater at Brighton, when the Bright on people were so kind as to leave it all to ourselves. Nothing more than that, Mais riel if you wish it. Only you must wear the little white dove as an emblem of peace and goodwill and a messenger bringing you good news and a lot of things like that, that I'm too stupid to put into words. For this is a morning not to be forgotten by either of us, all our lives long, I hope. Yon think you have not said anything? then you shouldn't have such tell-tale eyes, juaisnel Ana J. believe tbem. 1 don t be lieve yon when you talk abont vague impos sibilities. 'Well, I suppose I must let you go; and I suppose we cannot say goodbye out here in the open ' "But vou are coming, too, Vincent a little waj?" "As far as ever you will allow me," said he. "Till the end of life, if you like and as I hope." Cut that was looking too far ahead in the present circumstances. "What are you going to do to-day, Mais rie?" he asked, as ther were leaving the breakwater and making up for the Marine Parade. Oh, I lorgot; you are going out walking at 11." She blushed slightly. ".No, Vincent; I think I shall remain at home." "On a morning lite this? impossible! "Why, yon must go out in the sunlight. Sunlight is rare in December." Then she said, with some little embarrass ment, "I do not wish to vex you any more, Vincent. If I went out with grandfather, we should meet Mr. Glover " "Mr. Glover?" he said, interrupting her. "Dearest Maisrie, I don't mind il you were to go walking with twenty Mr. Glovers I don't mind that now. It is the sunlight that is of importance; it is getting vou into the sunlight that is everything. "And if Mr. Glover asks you to go driving wilh him in the afternoon, of course you must go it will interestyou to see the" crowd and the carriages, and it will keep you in the fresh air. Oh, yes, if I'm along in the King's road thlsafternoon. I shall look out for yon; and if you should happen to see me, then just remember that you have given me your sandalwood necklace, and that I am the proudest and happiest person in the whole town of Brighton. "Why, of course, you must go out, both morning and after noon," he continued, in his gay and gener ous fashion, as they were mounting the steps toward the upper thoroughfare. "Sun light is just all the world, for flowers, and pretty young ladies, and similar things; and now you're away from the London fogs, you must ma'ie the best of it. It is very wiseofyour grandfather to lay aside his work while the fine weather lasts. Now be a good, sensible girl, and go out at 11 o'clock. "Vincent," she said, "if I do go with grandfather this morning, will you come down the town, and join us?" "Oh, well," said he, rather hesitatingly, 'I I do not wish to inflict myself on any body. But don't mistake, Maisrie: 1 shall be quite happy, even if I see you walking up and down with the purveyor of bad sherry. It won't ver me in the least; some thing you told me this morning has made me proof against all that. The important thing is that you should keep in the sun light!" "I ask you to come, Vincent." "Oh, very well, certainly," said he not knowing what dark design was in her mind. He was soon to discover. When he left her in St. James' street, whither she had to go to get the morning newspapers for her grandfather, he went back to the hotel, and to his own room, to take out this priceless treasure of a necklace she had bestowed on him, and to wonder how best he could make of it a cunning talis man that he could have near his heart night and day. And also he set to work to sketch out designs for the little breast-pin he meant to have made, with its transverse rows of rubies or sapphires, with its white dove in the centre. An inscription ? That was hardly needed: there was a otifflaient understanding between him and her. And surely this was a betrpthal, despite her timid' shrinking back ? The avowal of that morning had been more to him than words ; during that brief moment it seemed as if heaven shone in her eyes; and as if he could see there, as in a vision, all the years to come all the years that he and she were to be together shining with a soft celestial radiance. And would not this small white dove convey its message of peace? when it lay on her bosom, "so light, so light" Then all ot a sudden it occurred to him why, he had been talking and walking with an adventuress, a begging-letter impostor, a common swindler, and had quite lorgotten to be on his guardl All the solemn warn ings he had received had entirely vanished from his mind when he was out there on the breakwater with Maisrie Bethnne. He had looked into her eyes and never thought of any swindling! Had this sandal wood necklace that wai sweet with a fragrance more than its own that seemed to have still some lingering warmth in it, borrowed from its recent and secret resting place been given him as a lure? The white dove significant of all innocence, and purity, and peace was that to rest on the heart of a traitoress? "Well, perhaps; but it did not appear to concern him much, as he got his hat and cane, and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and went out into the open air. : Nay, he was in a magnanimous mood toward all mankind. He would not even seek to interfere with Sherry, as he mentally and meanly styled his rival. If it pleased the young gentleman in the cover-coat to wait up and down the King's road with Maisrie Bethune very well. If he took her for a drive after luncheon, that would amuse her, and also was well. The time for jealous dread, for angry suspicions, for re proachful accusations, was over and gone. A glance from Maisrie's eyes had banished all that. Sherry might parade his ac quaintanceship as much as he chose, so long as Maisrie was kept in the open air and the v sunlight; that was the all-important point. By-and-bye he went away down to the King's road, and very speedily espied the three figures he expected to find there, thongh as yet they were at some distance. Tnev were coming toward him: in a few min utes'he would be face to face with them. And he had made up his mind what he meant to do. Maisrie should see that he was actuated no longer by jealous rage; that he had con fidence in her; that he feared no rival now. And so it was that when they came noar, he merely gave them a general and pleasant "Good-morning!" and raised his hat to Maisrie, and was for passing on. But he had reckoned without his hostor hostess rather. "Vincent!" said Malirie. in expostula- tlen. Then he stopped. J I'AxtaX vem coaiss'witii- fit? - lV 'trc going along to the Chain Pier, to get out of the crowd. Won't you come?" "Oh, yes. If I may!" said he, gladly enough and he knew that the other young man was staring, not to say scowling at this unwelcome intrusion. Now Maisrie had been walking between her grandfather and young Glover; but the moment that Vincent joined the little party, she fell behind. "Pour abreast are too many," said she, "We must go two and two; grandfather, will you lead the way with Mr. Glover?" It was done, and dexterously done, in a moment; and if the selection of the new comer as her companion was almost too open and marked, perhaps that was her in tention. At all events, when the two others had moved forward, Vincent said in an un dertone "This is very kind of you, Maisrie." And she replied, rather proudly "I wished to show you that I could dis tinguish between old and new friends" Then he grew humble. "Maiirie," said he, "don't you treasure up things against me! It was only a phrase. And just remember how I was situated. 1 came away down to Brighton merely to catch a glimpse of you, and about the first thing I saw was this young fellow, whom I had never heard of," driving you up aud down among the fashionable crowd. You see, Maisrie, you hadn't give me the sandal wood necklace then, and what is of far more consequence, you hadn't allowed your eyes to tell me what they told me this morn ing. So what was I to think? No harm of you, ot course, but I was miserable; and and I thought you could easily torget, and all the afternoon I looked out for you, and all the evening I wandered about the streets, wondering whether you would be in one of the restaurants or the hotels. If I could only have spoken a word with you! But then, you know, I had been in a kind of way shut off from you, and and there was this new acquaintance " "I am very sorry, Vincent," she said also in a low voice. "It seems such a pity that one should vex one's friends unintention ally; because in looking back, you like to think of their always being pleased with you; aud then again there maybe no chance of mating up and vou are sorry when it is too late-" "Come, come, Maisrie," he said, with freedom for some people had intervened, and the other two were now a little war ahead, "I am not going to let you talk in that way. You always speak as if you and I were to be separated " "Wouldn't it be better, Vincent?" she said, simply. "Why?" "Why?" she repeated, in an absent kind of wav. "Well, you know nothing about us, Vincent." "I have been told a good deal of late, then!" he said, in careless scorn. And the next instant he wished he had bitten his tongue out ere making that hap hazard speech. The girl looked at him with a curious quick scrutiny as if she were afraid. "What have you been told, Vincent?" she demanded, in quite an altered tone. "Ob, nothing!" he said, with disdain. "A lot of rubbish! Everyone has good-natured friends, I suppose, who won't be satisded with minaing their own business. And al though you may laugh at the moment, still, if it should happen that just a,t the same time you should see someone you are very fond ol in in a position that you can't ex plain to yourself well, then But what is the use of talking, Maisrie! I confess that I was jealous out of all reason, jealous to the verge of madness; but then I paid the penalty, in hours and hours of misery; and now you come along and heap coals of fire on my head, until I am so ashamed of my self that Idon'tthinkI am fit to live. And that's all about it; and my only excuse is that you had not told me then what your eyes told me this morning." She remained silent and thoughtful for a little while; but as she made no further reference to his inadvertent admission that he had heard certain things of herself and grandfather, he inwardly hoped that that unlucky speech had gone from her memory. Moreover, they were come to the Chain Pier; and as those two in front waited tor them, so that they shonld go through the turnstile one after the other, there was just then no opportunity for further confidential talking. But once on the pier, old George Bethune, who was eagerly discoursing on some subject or another (with magnificent emphasis of arm and stick) drew ahead again, taking his companion with him. Aud Vin Harris, regarding the picturesque figure of the old man, and his fine en thusiastic manner which at all events seemed so sincere, began to wonder whether there could be any grains of truth inthestory that had been told him, or whether it was a complete and malevolent fabrication. His appearance and demeanor, certainly were not those of a professional impostor; it was hard to understand how a man of his proud and blunt self-assertion could manage to wheedle wine merchants and tailor?. Had he really called himself Lord Bethune; or was it not far more likely that some ignorant colonial folk, impressed by his tslk of high lineage and by his personal dignity, had bestowed on him that title? The young man guessing and wondering began to recall the varions counts o that sinister indictment; and at last he said to his companion, in a musing kind of way "Maisrie, you know that motto your grandfather is so proud of: 'Stand Past, Craig-Koystonl' Have you any idea where Craie-Eoyston is?" "I? No, not at all," she said simply. "Yon have never been there?" "Vincent!" she said. "You know I have never been, in Scotland." "Because there is such an odd thing in connection with it," he continued. "In one edition of Black's Guide to Scotland, Craig-Boyston is not mentioned anywhere; and in another it is mentioned, but only in a footnote. And I can't find it in the map. You don't know If there are any people of your name living there now?" "I am snre I cannot say," she made answer. "Grandfather conld tell you; he Is always interested in such things." "And Balloray," he went on, "I could find no mention of Ballor.iv; but of course there must be such a place?" "I wish there was not," she said, sadly. "It is tbe one bitter thing in my grand father's life. I wish there never had been any such place. But I have noticed a change in him of late. He does not com plain now as he UBed to complain; he is more resigned; indeed, he seldom talks of it And when I say complain, that is hardly tbe word. Don't you think he bears his lot with great fortitude? I am snre it is more on my account than his own that he ever thinks of the estate that was lost And I am sure he is happier with his books than with all tbe land aud money that could be given to him. He seems to fancy that those old songs and ballads belong to him; they are bis property; he is happier with tbem than with a big estate and riches." "I could not find Balloray in the index to the Guide," Vincent resumed, "but of course there must be such a place there is the ballad your grandfather is so fond of "The Bonnie Milldams o Balloray." She looked up quietly, with some distress in her face. "Vincent, don't you understand? Don't you understand that grandfather is easily taken with a name with the sound oi St and sometimes he confuses one with another. That ballad is not about Balloray, it is about Binnorie; it is "The Bonnie Bonnie Milldams o' Binnorie.' Grand father forgets at times, and he is used to Balloray; and that has got into his head in connection with the ballad. I thought per haps you knew." "Ob, no," said he lightly, for he did not attach any great importance to this chance contusion. "The two words are not unlike; I quite see how one might take the place of the other. Of course you will make sure that be puts in the right name when he comes to publish tbe volume." t And so they walked up and down the almost deserted pier, in the bright sunlight, looking out on the lapping green waters, or up to the terraced yellow houses above the tall cliffs. Sometimes, of course, the four of them came together; and more than once the horsey-looking young gentleman insidi ously tried to detach 'Maisrie from her chosen companion and tried in Tain. At 'Jut, when it became about 'Ume fct.T&am't' be goinsr their several ways home, he made a bold stroke. "Come, Mr. Bethune," said he M they were successively passing through tit sura stile. "T want you audMlssBsthane to take pity ou a poor solitary btohslor, and eoma along and have a bit of luneh with me at the Old Ship. It will be a little change for you, won't ltT and wo can have. private room If you prefer that." The old gentleman seemed inclined to close with this offer; bat he glanced toward Maisrie for her acquiescence first "Oh, thank you, Mr. Glover," said she. promptly; "but I have everything arranged at our lodgings; and we must not disappoint our landlady. Some other time, perhaps, thank you! Good morning!" Then the moment he was gone, she turned to ber companion. "Vincent, have you any engagement? No? Then, will you be Tery courageous aud come with us and take your chanoel I can promise you a biscuit at least" "And I'm sure I don't want anything more," said he, most gratefully; for surely sbe was trying her best to show him that she distinguished between old and new triends. And then again, when they reached the rooms, and when the three of tbem were seated at table, sbe waited upon him with a gentle care and assiduity that -were almost embarrassing. He wished the wretched things at the bottom of the sea: why should commonplace food and drink interfere with his answering Maisrie's eyes, or thinking ot her overwhelming kindness? As' for old George Bethune, the sharp air and the sun light bad given him an 'admirable appetite; and he allowed the voung people to amuse themselves with little cqurtesies and atten tions, and protests just as they pleased. Cheese and celery were solid and substan tial things: he had no concern about a drooping eyelash, or some pretty, persausive turn'of speech. And yet he was not unfriendly towards the young man. "Wouldn't you like to go to the theater this eveniug, Maisrie?" asked Vincent "It is the 'Squire's Daughter.' I know you've seen it already; but I could go a dozen times 20 times the mnsic is so delightful. And tbe traveling company is said to be quite as good as the London one; Miss Kate Burgoyne has changed into it, you know, and I shouldn't wonder if she sung all the better because of the 3,000 damages that SirPercival Miles has had to pay her. Shall I go along and see if I can geta box?" "What do you say, grandfather?" the girl asked. "Oh, yes very well, very well," said he, in his lofty way. "A little idleness more or less is not of much account But we must begin to work soon, Maisrie; fresh air and sunlight are all very well; but we must be gin to work while the day is with us, though luckily one has not to say to you as yet jam te preraet nox, fabulsaaue Manes et domus exilis Plutonia." "Then if we go to tho theater," said Maisrie, "Vincent must come in here for a little while on his way home; and yon and he will have a smoke together; and it will be quite like old times." And Vincent looked at her as much as to say, 'Maisrie, don't make me too ashamed; haven't you forgiven me yet for that foolish phrase?' The afternoon passed quickly enough; to Vincent every moment was golden. Then in the evening they went to the theater; and the young people were abundantly charmed wilh the gay costumes, the pretty music. When they reached their lodgings the servant girl, who opened the door to them, paused tora second and looked up and down the street "Yes, sir, there he is," said she. "Who?" George Bethnne demanded. "A man who has beenasking for you, sir and said he would wait." At the same moment there came out of the gloom a rather shabby-looking person. "Mr. George Bethune?" he said. "Yes, that is my name," the old man answered, impatiently; probably he sus pected. "Something for you, sir," said the stranger, handing a folded piece of psper and therewith he left It was all the work of a second; and the next instant they were indoors, and in the little parlor; but in tbat brief space of time a great change had taken place. Indeed, Maisrie's mortification was a piteous thing to see; it seemed so hard she should have had to endure this humiliation under the very eyes of her lover; she would not look bis way at all; she busied herself putting things on the table; her downcast face was overwhelmed with contusion and shame. For surely Vincent would know what that paper was? The appearance of tbe man his hanging about her grandfather's angry frown all pointed plainly enough. And that it should happen at the end of this long and happy this day of reconcilia tion when she had tried so assiduously to be kind to him wben he had spoken" so confidently of the future that lay before them! It was it some cruel fate had inter posed to say to him: "Now you see the sur roundings in which thisgirl has lived; and do vou still dream of making her your wife?" And peihaps old George Bethune noticed this shame and vexation on the part of his granddaughter, and may have wished to divert attention from it; at all events, when he had brewed his toddy, and In his pipe, and drawu his chair toward the fire, he pro ceeded to deliver a sort of discursive lecture a lecture on the happy case of the poor man. This was no rhythmic chant in praise of la bonne deesse, la deesse de la pauvrete; but a rambling, Bhrewd, good-natured, par adoxical discourse on the Possessions of John Smith or rather, what mieht be tbe Possessions of John Smith, if John Smith had only the wit to reflect And so he went rambling on; while Mais rie sat silent and abashed;and Vincent, listening vaguely, thought it was all very fine to have a sanguine and happy-go-lucky temperament, but that he that is, the younger man would be glad to have this beautiful and pensive creatnre of a girl re moved iuto altogether different circum stances. He knew why she was ashamed and downcast though, to be sure, be said to himself that tbe serving of ja. writ was no tremendous cataclysm. Such little inci dents must necessarily occur in the career of any one who had snch an arrogant dis dain of pounds and pence. But that Mais rie should have to suffer humiliation: that was what touched hiui to the quick. He looked at her at her beautiful and wist.ul eyes, and at the sensitive lines of her profile aud under-lip; and his heart bled tor her. And all this lollowing upon her outspoken avowal of that morning seemed to demand some more definite and immediate action on his part when once the quiet of the night had enabled him to consider bis position. When he rose to leave, he asked them what they meant to do next day. But Mais rie was listless, careless, indisposed. She would hardly say anything; sbe seemed rather to wish him to go, so distressed and disheartened she was. And so be did, pres ently; but be bore away with him no hurt feeling on account of his tacit dismissal. He understood all that; and he understood her. And as he went away home through the dark, he began to recall the first occa sions on which he had seen Maisrie Bethune walking in Hyde Park with" her grand father; and the curious' fancies that were then formed in his own mind that here ap parently was a beautiful, and sensitive, aud suffering soul that ought to be rescued and cheered and comforted, were one found worthy to be her champion and her friend. Her friend? she had confessed he was some thing more than that on this very morning. Her lover, then? well, her lover ought to be her champion too, if only the hours of the night would lend him counsel. ( To be continued next tceek). ' 0 Too Much Feigning. Blnghimton Leader. City Swell I fain would have thee for my very own. Country Maiden Well, you can just get You're not the first by several that's feigned the same thing, an' I'm still doing the housework for ma." Where Kansas Editors Are. Jltrlon, Kan.. Kecord.1 It is said of the 800 convicts in the Kansas penitentiary that not one Is an editor. But just wait till the poorhouse' statistics are r - n&a,l.'F.CJ-l DBDUHUU. J 1" C1--V TZ1 'r DOWN INTO ' EGYPT. Our lady Correspondent Finds a Bough Carolina Corner. IH1BEI0R OP A TYPICAL HOME. A EeTengefal Young Hero Who Was Hoisted by His Own Petard. ' WADING IN ICE-C0YERED WATERS toonazsroNDEHCE ot thx DISPATCH.! Bald Mountain Gbeek, EQYPT, N. C, October 8. HAVE gone down into Egypt Fhcabe and I would have made tbe trip alone, only my brother-in-law, Mr. Bernard, a tobacco buyer, was anxious to deal with the Egyptians, so I allowed him to ac company me. It may have been that I was influenced in my decision to allow him to come along by a talk-1 had with a mountaineer up country. "I reckon it's called Egypt," he said, because it's a place of heathen darkness; and the reason that yon, or any lady, can't go is tbat it's the wildest roughest and most inaccessible mountain country, inhabited by the toughest, savagest and most lawless commnnity anywhere to be found in the State. They average a man a week killed up tbere shot or stabbed. Officers can scarcely be found to go in there for tbe pur pose of serving warrants. It is a regular haunt of illicit stills. Bevenue men don't trouble tbem much, from the fact that, if one bolder or more zealous than most of his fellows gets in there he's seldom heard from again. The men not all of them, of coursp, but the majority are a rough, wild, reck less, devilish set, fine-looking often, and sometimes with a certain dash, bravado and attractiveness about them that the more humble and decent grubbers of the soil lack. WOMEN DO AM, THE WOKE. They hunt, fish, drink whisky, loaf around the little stores or tbe settlement, gambling and fighting, while the women some of them ill-used slaves, but many no better than the men do such work, in house and field, as is done. I heard some fellows up tbere discussing a brntal shooting affair, in which one man had killed another in cold blood. " 'Was he arrested ?' I asked. " 'Naw,' responded the narrator, with a surprised circumflex, 'he never killed but one man.' Well, we reached tbe southern edge of Egypt about noon. The landscape and surroundings here underwent a gradual change as we progressed. The country grew wilder .and more rngged, but was much more thickly settled. Just at dusk we rode up to a big rambling house, consisting of a number of small ones, evidently built at different times, and joined together in irregular formlessness by open passages and porches, some one or two being entirely de tached. While some one came out and ''minded tbe hounds' off" us, my brother-in-law remarked: "Now, my lady, I think you'll get enough of this thing right here. This is about the toughest place and the hardest lot we have to encounter;" and upon the heels of this we went into the house, without my having time to reply. I was braced to the point of mental and moral rigidity, and it was well, AN INTERIOE VIEW. It was a Bembrandt interior. No light except a big open fire, where the supper was being cooked, and around which hung a number of shock-headed, vacant-eyed chil dren and the whole gang of gaunt, hungry looking hounds the latter kicked aud cuffed away every few minutes, with .much tumult and riot As niy eyes grew accus tomed to the light I examined the surround ings. There was a bed, I thought in each of the four 'corners of the room, made by boring a hole in a log at the right distance from tbe corner on each side and inserting poles, these two poles being supported where they met at the outer corner by a post Then a framework of withes is woven across, and the bedding laid on. I found, wben a light was made by means of a rag floating in a small pan ot grease, that the fourth one of these primitive structures was our dining table; and in the lop at my corner was bored an auger bole, which served as salt cellar. The supper of corn bread, sweet potatoes, possum, rabbit and coffee (with sorghum) was not bad, and I ate, notwithstanding the repulsive not to say disgusting looking children and the reproachful glances of the hounds. "DIDN'T SLEEP ALIKE. Wben the tobacco business had been set tled, Mr. Bernard asked about tbe sleeping arrangements, and the woman showed us two rooms with real beds in them. I was so tired I sleptsonndly. The next morning, after a'brejkfast which was an exact repro duction of the last night's supper, rabbit, Sow Johnny Lost Mia Arm. 'possum, snuffling children and all, we rode away northward. Iff. B. eyed me awhile after we smarted out, and finally inquired in an ironical tone: "Well, how did you en joy your night's sleep?" "Whv, very well," I answered, "didn't you?" " "I didn't have any," said he; "do you mean to tell me you slept all night, aud heard nothing? Well, either you've got pretty good nerveror you don't know what I mean when I say those folks are a hard lot, even for Egypt. Nearly everybody I ever knew to stop with these people was robbed, more or less. Three times I heard them up, prowling around, last night; and every time they would come within hearing I wWd cough or flop over noisily in tbe bad and mutter. Fiually, about 4 o'clock T imt 'i-iv fallen into a doze; for I was suddenly awa '.ened by some one sneaking into my room. "Must be about morning, ain't it," I ca led out in a brisk, cheerful tone, as thoug 1 1 was entirely accustomed to receive call; at that hour. THE OLD LADT'S DUTr. "Tbere wai a pause, and then the old wouiau's voio replied, "I reckou hit's a gittiu' tu'd inornin'." So it was she and not the old man thathad been going to at tend to the little job of searching my clothes. She went up to a chest that stood near the bed and. pretended to fumble awhile in it, mumbling something about some pain killer, and then shambled ont "That was the last I beard of any of tbem, for it began to grow light in an hour or so how do you'Iike it as far as you've got?" I didn't like it at all, but I, would have perished in a great variety ol painiul ways rather than say so, and as I elt slightly de pressed and couldn't think of any cheerful or witty remark to make, I said nothing. Well, we continued down the Caney river. The tobacco buying business pro ceeded satisfactorily nil dav and we 'met with nothing ot particular interest till we 1Xj3a. ntVn sitlltflsB ht tii in atatflamanr eKnnl WUG VM,fw " m urn """"-"ii3"g35i"SS i. ' ll'W'V. i -.4 .."( -J .. Si" a. - -M.T ?- 4,-..,f.l-.-Li - - - - 1VUE UM,IMtWMB W. M SrUtMUBUI l"M I SUNDAY, OCTOBER -12, C o'clock, and saw there, standing on the porch, a hero. "" "By George! there's little Johnny Hig gles," exclaimed Mr. Bernard; and he ex plained to me that Little Johnny was a sort ot "king bee" of that wholeregion, the ring leader in all deviltry, hunting expeditions and wild frolics, or, as be himself phrased it, "head devil in these parts." THE TEBBOB ON BELIOION. He was a really magnificent looking man, abont 6 feet 2 inches tall, straighter (as are all these hunters and fishers up here in Egypt) than one out of a thousand of the ordinary mountaineers, with handsome, broad shoulders, hands and feet small aud well formed, and a. rather classic, intel lectual head, well set and well carried, cov ered with close curling black hair, his face lit up by a pair of bright dark eyes, rather close together. He was bare-footed, and clad in the ordinary jeans trousers and checked shirt, but a fine cartridge belt was round his waist, aud a fine rifle leaned be side him. While Mr. B., who was hailed somewhat enthusiastically by the crowd, talked to bacco with a couple of men, I listened to a religious discussion that was going on, in which Little Johnny maintained, with vehement and picturesque profanity, that a man never did anything not the smallest thing of his own will and volition, but only as the creature of Providence; that not only our ultimate destiny, but every step toward it, and every deed, good or bad, committed by the way, is controlled and guided by the direct hand of God. His opponents were "Free Will Babtiss'," but they made small headway against Little Johnny's intense earnestness and overwhelming personality. JOHNNY'S PECULIAR VIEWS. Afterward I told Mr. Bernard about it He laughed and said: "I guess Johnny thinks he bears about strong evidence of the truth of that doctrine m bis own person. You noticed he had lost his right arm? Well, he and Jim'Broddy were on very bad terms about ten years ago, and Johnny got a L3 "C- Eeciding a Whisky Bel. dynamite cartridge, such as isused in blast ing for mining and excavating, and went one dark night, accompanied by his hopeful son Zeb, to blow Jim and his family up as they slept, thus probablv setting a new style among the bloods bf Egypt "He lit the fuse, and was just in the act of throwing the cartridge, or bomb, under Jim's cabin, when it burst prematurely, shattering hiarm clear to the shoulder, and putting out Ztb's eyes. He was very much impressed by the accident, accepted it as an intimation from tbe Almighty that he was to let Jim Broddy alone, and has been pecu liar and pronounced in his religious views ever since." These people the Egyptians differ from their neighbors very materially in ope re spect; they have a strong sense of humor, and are inveterate perpetrators and retailers of jokes. This sense of humor is rather savage and archaic, more robust than fine; a city club man might not see the point of their jokes, and a few bloody noses, black eyes and broken heads are not rare concom itants. " A QUESTION OF ENDUBANCE. Little Johnny, as I before stated, is the hero of several exploits I heard related, and of which I shall have space but for one. It was a Christmas frolic Bitter cold it often is up in these mountains at Christmas, the thermometer lingering in a depressed frame of mind, in tbe small numbers below zero. Little Johnny was not an illicit dis tiller, but was always a dealer in the moon shine. With him at his house were John Garland and Huts Fletcher. After telling big yarns awhile, Little Johnny offered to bet that neither of the men would follow where he would lead. They both declared they would, and it was agreed that either one that failed to do so should pay five gal lons of whisky, Johnny to pay tbe same to each if be succeeded. Out sailed Johnny through the deep snow to the river, running about 30 yards in front of the house, and now covered with ice about an inch thick; and into it he plunged, closely followed by John and Huts. Down stream he walked and walked, crashing through the thin ice at every step, aud wad ing the marrow-congealing water often up to his thighs. Still the men followed though their teeth rattled. LIKE OLD NOBSE HEROES. This cheerful sport was kept up for two miles no one being willing to turn tail when the pond above tbe mill dam was reached. Here, from there being very little current, tbe ice was thick enough to bear, and Johnnie stalked across it toward1 the dam, reached a thin place and went snnzing and crashing through, followed by Huts, who was close at his heels. They could both swim like fish, and, in spite of the icy water, and the long chilling they had un dergone, scrambled out all right, and went home veiling hooting gibes at the more cau tious John, who held back at the pond and shirked a ducicing at a temperature several degrees below zero. Johnny and Huts both had whisky there, buf wouldn't sell any to John, and started bim out peremptorily to walk three miles after his five gallon forfeit, which being procured and little Johnny having paid John his, they all proceeded to get gloriously drank. Now, doesn't it remind you of a Norse saga? The splendid physical vigor and en durance, the contempt oi suffering and dis comfort, the impatience of ordinary bounds and restraints, the delights in hardship, and the elephantine tun and horse play, like the amusements of.aboriginal giants? It certainly, to me, has a flavor of the O-whoopee-O-yow-yow, big bow-wow style of Amatric and Wulf and Altoe, and other Norte and Scandinavian worthier, whose doings alternately tickled xnd offended Odin. Alice MacQowan. A HANGTGWN DUBL. The Parties Pecked Away at Each Other Until One Gun Missed Fire. One of the best story (tellers in Congress, says Frank G. Carpenter.is Senator Sanders, ot Montana. The subject of duels came up the other night, and he told a number of yarns about the affrays of the Montana min ing regions. In one of tbe duels which he described, the parties fought with revolvers in a trench four feet wide and six feet deep. This trench was just 30 feet long, and the duelists stood at either end of it and fired at each other until one of them dropped. " One of the most remarkable characters of the Montana mining regions," said Sen ator Sanders, " was a fiddler named Kellcy. He was a good-for-nothing rascal, but popu lar on that account. One night Kellev got Unto a fuss with an Englishman named Speare, aud he challenged him to fight a duel. Speare accepted. The affair took place at Hangtown, but the camp was in a n-irrow gulch and they could not find a place level enough for tbe duel. ' The terms and weapons were decided upon and then they marched in procession up the ravine for about five miles before they could find a level spot The weapons were revol vers, and thejinderstanding was tbat the men were to fire at one another until one or the other dropped. At the first fire neither was hit It was tbe same at the second shot, and at the third Speare's gun failed to go off. There were about 600 of Kelley's Irish iriends looking on. They had come up to see bim kill that blanked Englishman, Speare, but he replied that he would not shoot it man who couldn't shoot back, aud that ended the duel." Force of Habit "My queen." said be to his wife, anex typewriter. My dictator!" she whispered, as she nestled closer, jo nu nianu oosom. w KL-A W-N'i'wN V-lIt-V nil ' V " A SSiiS 5L i "S -i 'i 1890. A KNEELING NATION. Though Not Overly Religions, the Japanese Spend Much Time IH THE ATTITUDE OF DEY0TI0K. Bad Air and Bad Water Are the Crying Evils of the Orient. HOME COMFORTS NOT APPRECIATED rcOBBSSFOXDXXCE OT THE DISPATCH.! Yokohama, September 10. Although the Japanese are tbe most irreligious people in the world, few of them ever getting on their knees before a deitv in a temple or at home, they may yet be described appropri ately as tbe Kneeling Nation, since they do almost everything on their knees that we do sitting or standing. Whenever a guest, be he native or foreign, arrives at an iun, the host and hiswife and all the servant girls drop down on their knees simultaneously and lower their heads till the nose almost touches the floor. The same is done when he leaves the inn. In this respect Japan has not changed except in a few large hotels in Tokio, Nikko, Kio to and other cities which are kept by Jap anese proprietors almost exclusively for foreigners, since few natives are able or will ing to pay $5 to ?350 a.div, when they can be comfortably housed and led in a genuine Japanese inn, for about a dollar. In such an inn, again, it would be considered a great breach of etiquette if the servant girl, on being called to a guest's room by clapping the hands, did not get down on her knees be fore inquiring what is wanted. And when a Japanese eats his meal from the little lacquer table three inches high and a foot square, not only does he himself kneel, but a girl also kneels opposite him, waiting to fill up his rice bowl from the big vessel standing by her side, till be has bad enough. BECEIVINO A VISITOR. Nor is this kneeling habit by any means confined to innkeepers and their servants. Shopkeepers greet their customers similarly, and at home people of all ranks get on their knees to receive visitors, who also kneel down, both parties touching the floor with their head two or three times, while ex changing some excruciatingly elaborate and formal Oriental compliments, in which each one calls himself an unworthy being (much as Christians call themselves miserable sin ners in church), and exalts tbe other. In deed, in Japan it would be considered as rude to receive a visitor standing as it would in America to receive him sitting one of the instances of topsy-turvydom which Prof. Chamberlain forgot to add to his long and amusing list in his entertaining new volume called "Things Japanese." Ir you engage a few music girls to play for you while you eat your dinner, they will kneel opposite you while they play their banjo and small drum; and a young lady at borne, wben she plays on her koto (the Japanese piano), places it on tbe floor and kneels before it So also, wben sbe goes to the theater, she does not sit on a chair, but kneels during tbe whole performance in an attitude which to a foreigner would prove a racking torment in ten minutes. Butsbe is so accustomed to it that she actually finds it more comfortable to kneel and Bit on her heels than to sit on a chair or bench, as is proved in the cars, where you often see a woman or girl dropping her slippers and putting her feet under her on the seat THE LONG SILK TKOUSERS. A few weeks ago I attended a theatrical performance in Tokio, at which some of the actors wore trailing silk trousers, such as were worn 30 years ago. 1 asked a Jap anese friend what be thought was the origi ual object of this strange costume, and he replied that it was to give tbe impression tbat the Tycoon's subjects were on their knees even when walking. It seems, how ever, that tbe noDles compensated themselves for this humiliation (ir so tbey considered it) by making their inferiors go down on their knees before them even in the street It has been snggested that the docile sub mission shown by the Japanese people finds its explanation in the great license allowed during the feudal age to the samurai, or two-sworded military men, who, on return ing from a nocturnal carousal, could with impunity slash and stab not only dogs that got into their way, but inoffensive coolies and shopkeepers, who thuslearned to consider polite submission the better part of viRor. But this theory does not account for the remarkable courteouiness which prevails in the aristocratic circles as well as among the people, and hss made genuflection the national attitude of the Japanese. It is universally admitted by foreign visitors that the Japanese are tbe most truly courte ous aud kindly people in tbe world, anil that whereas the insinuating politeness of Frenchmen and Spaniards is often a mere surface polish, that of tbe Japanese springs from true kindliness of disposition, which shows itself continually in their bearing toward each other and still more toward foreigners. I have myself had numerous experiences of this during the last two months, but will mention only one incident which, for the very reason that it is of snch a trivial nature, is all the more eloquent AN EXAMPLE OF COCETE3Y. One day, while at Otarn in Yazo, I went with a friend just outside of tbe town limits to take a bath In the sea. There was no sandy beach, but the shore was rocky, and some workmen were digging away the hill side to make room for more houses. When we had had our swim and returned to our clothes we louud tbat these workmen" had spread a clean new mat over the rocks so that we might have a place to dress com iortably. In wbatother country would such an act of gratuitous courtesy enter the minds of common workmen? It is to be hoped that this national cour tesy, as well as tbe love of art and nature, ot flowers and scenery, and the contempt for vulgar displays of wealth, which now char acterize tbe Japanese, may ever continue to remain among their cardinal virtues. But tbe manner in which this courtesy is mani fested is too Oriental to hold its own against the inroads of Western civilization, and it is probable that in a lew decades Japan will cease to be the Kneeling Nation. To-day no one would dream of getting on his knees when an official passes along the street, and even when the Mikado apnears in public bis attendants and the people either stand or sit on foreign chairs. Now. jut us the man who bought himself a new hat, soon' found tbat he bad to get au entire new suit in order to match it, so the Japanese, if they adopt a single article of foreign furniture, will be bound to build au entirely different kind of bouse and change their way oi liv ing. Say it is a table with chairs. Assonnas you eat off a table instead of on the floor, not only will you cease kneeling, hut it would appear absurd for the teabonse maid to kneel by your side to fill up your rice bowl. This is so well understood tbat at the foreign and semi-foreign hotels in Japan the waiter girls do their waiting in the i.ime way as they would in other countries. When once yon have a table you will want knives and forks instead of chopsticks, and tbi3 implies changes in cookery. More over, Japanese rooms are so low aud small that a table seems as much out o! place in them and as clumsily big as a foreigner; hence you must build different bouses to harmonize with the table Q. E. D. DIFFEBENT FBOM THE CHINESE. But are not the common people too con servative to submit to such changes and in novations? Not the Japanese, I 'think. Contrary to the prevalent opinion they are not, like tbe Chinese, a conservative people. On the contrary, they are the most protean of all nations with the exception, perbap. of the Jfrenrb, ami ther have been aptly callrd the Frenchmen of the East Twice within historic limes have they adopted n foreign set of idea and customs by whole sale once Chinese Confucianism with its moral aud social code, aunther time Indian Buddhism, so tbat there is no reasou for doubting tbat American and European ideas and practice, which are bow being imported systematically, will effect another and even a more radical change. Japan, In her present attitude, is a good deal like America. Sbe imports whatever is best from each European country, and thus hopes like America, to lay the founda tion for a civilization higher than that of Europe. And If zeal and enthusiasm of Japanese students may be accepted as a prognostic, there is reason to believe tbat these hopes may be, in part at least, real ized. I have been told by several foreign professors engaged at Japanese universities and schools, that they have never, either in America or Europe, known a set of students so uniformly industrious, intelligent, in quisitive and ambitious as the Japanese. As for the common people, they share at least the curiosity of the students, and this makes them willing to give foreign things a trial.' AMEBICA IN THE LEAD. The changes now being introduced in the Island Empire are usually described as "tbe Europeanizatiop of Japan," but I think "tbe Americanization" would be a more accurate terra. In a previous letter I gave some (Utails showing the predom inance of American influence, and to these may be added the significant fact that the education ofyoung Japan is largely in American hands; 'or according to the latest official statistics (1888) the corps of foreign instructors in the public schools includes 126 Americans, 77 British and 19 Germans, these being tbe three principal nations represented. And there is a special reason why America should appeal the Japanese fancy, not only because in America the latest scientific discoveries and industrial improvements are most rapidly adopted and utilized, bat still more because America is the direct antipodes of Japan in regard to domestic comfort During the lost two months I have visited numerous cities, villages, summer resorts aud rural districts in various parts of tbe Island Empire, from Sapporo to Kioto, and if I were asked what, in my opinion, Japan needed most furgently, I should reply more comfortable houses aud domestic ar rangements, and public instruction in hy giene and sanitary matters in general. There are certain things in and abont Jap anese bous.es which cannot be sufficiently commended; but in other respects they are a delusion and a snare, because tbey promise shelter from the weather aud comforts which they do not yield. There are no stoves or fireplaces to dry your clothes in tbe 140 rainy days each year, or to get warm on the numerous cold days and chilly evenings. On such occasions the inhabitants crowd around the miserable little fire-box iu tbe center of the room, filled with glowing char coal that roasts their hands and feet (while tbe rest of tb,e body is freezing), and frills the air with poisonons gas. Sometimes a quilt is fastened to a pole and spread around the group like a tent to keep tbe warmth in, and it is a sober fact tbat one reason why the Japanese take so manv hot baths some times lour or five a day Is because that is the only way they can get comfortably warm all over. BAD AIB AND WATEB. In a word, Japanese.houses afford no com fort in winter. For snmmer use tbey are better adapted, with their sliding lattice frame screens or translucent paper, which can be bodily removed, so that two sides of the honse are completely exposed to the air. But the benefits thus derived from this ar rangement in the day time are completely neutralized by the absurd custom of her metically sealing up the houses at night by means ot the thick wooden amados, or outer sliding doors. These are put into place at 11 o'clock P. M., with a most infernal noise, which wakes every sleeper in the honse, and the same noise is made in the morning at 4, when they are put away again. But this noise is not the worst part of it There are no windows in these sliding doors so that not a breath of air gets into the room on hot, sultry nights. Nor is this the worst yet A malodorous oil lamp is kept burn ing all night in each small room, and in cold weather a charcoal fire box. both of I which poison the uurenovated air. And in in such a poisoned room from two to six and even ten Japanese will spend the night! No wonder they are so small and many of them so delicate. Not only at night but in the day time in summer as well as winter the air in Japanese houses espe cially inns is moreover vitiated by tbe horrible stenches, owing to the primitive closet arrangements and tbe absence oi sewers. Iu this respect the Japanese cannot even claim to rank among semi-civilized nations, and it seems incom prehensible how people who are so refined in their artistic sensibilities, and so cleanly in regard to ther persons, can be so utterly indifferent to vile unhealthy odors which fill tbe houses at night, while the fresh air is careiully shut out by the amade. A few cities have water works, but iu others open wells are still used iuto which sewage can drain and dust fly from tbe streets. In some villages I have even seen them use water run ning along the streets which bad partly come from the rice fields that bad been manured with the sewage of the same vil lage. No wonder the cnolera makes such feanul havoc in Japan. But this is all the result of ignorance and reform will come. The fact that there are five crematories in Tokio alone shows that the people are ready for any advance as soon as they learn that it is an advance. Henbt T. Finck. PEEACHED 8EVJOJTY-FlV YEABS. Something About the Oldest Congregational Minister in the World. Since the lie v. Dr. Carrntbers died in the United States tbe proud distinction of being the oldest Congregational minister in the world belongs to Bev. George Bogers. of Norwood, En gland. A repre sentative of the rail Mall Budget called upon Mr. Kogers the other day at his unpre tentious little borne in South Norwood. The old gentleman hap pened to be some what out of his usual health and M, (v. jm ss Rev. George Rogers, was in bed; but he cordiallv received the representative and gave him some facts about his long life. Mr. Kogers, who is now in his U2d year, began to preach when he wai 17 years old. He was born at Ardleigh Hall, Eisex, one of 12 children, all carefully educated iu the Calvinistic creed. The young man studied for the ministry at Rotherbam College. He was afterward "connected with chapels in varions parts of -the kingdom; bis most memorable work being done as co-pastor at the famous King's Weigh Hone Chapel, and as pastor for no less than 3G years of Albany Chapel. From this latter charge he retired in 183G to become tbe first theological tutor ot the Pastors' College. Hundreds of students passed through Mr. Itogers' hands, and often they expressed their heartfelt admiration of him. Ten years ago Mr. Kogers retired to Norwood, preaching occanionallyin various chapels in the locality. The last time he preached was two years ago. In bis sermons ou that oc casion he'testified his adherence to tbat be lief with which he had started. In 1873 Mr. Kogers celebrated his golden weddii.g, and tn rears later Mrs. Kogers died. To-day Mr. Kocers has four sons and two daughters living, and is able to boast of great grandchildren. He is very slightly deaf, and suffers somewhat, as is natural in a nouogenarian, from deficient circulation, but bis intellect is unclouded. ALlttleByVlay. Argonaut.2 Muriiz Saphir, the witty Austrian jounia'ist, was once standing in a crowded theater. Some one leaned on his back, thrusting bis head over bis shoulder. Saphir drew out his handkerchief and wrung the man's nose violently. The latter started 'back. "Ob, I beg your pardon," said baphir; "i tnongni it was mine.' AN ALLEY MYSTERY. How the Denizens Were Agitated by a Lonelj Tonng Woman WHO EEPDSED TO BE SOCIABLE. Tlieorlea of Photographer and Ehjmater and the Denouement. LAST OP THE SERIES OP SKETCHES WB1TTZH TOB. THI DISr-ATCH ST Hard by the attic gable of the opposite tenement in Our Alley survives a solitary rose sprig In a weather-beaten flower-pot How long the sprig has existed none can tell. It has never been known to blossom, and the faded green trellis on which the sprig is supposed to climb into the glorious sunlight far above Alley grime and Alley sorrow, seems just as tar away as wben it was first erected. The children of the Alley call the sprig "rosemary," apparently because Mary is the name of tbe person who occupies the room at the house's gable end. And this brings usto the real hero ine of onr story Miss Mary herself. In the misty times when the Alley was a goat-ridden hillside it is supposed tbat this Miss Mary had a family nama to distinguish her from other Marys. But none in tbe Alley now remember that name. The world has forgotten Miss Mary, and she does not care to jog its memory. THE HEBOINE'S ADVENT. Our heroine is, comparatively speaking, a newcomer in the Alley. We can recall her first arrival, and the sensation which her tall, spare form, with iu rusty black robe, created among us. Miss Maude Muldoon glanced at the cold, withered face, and forgot her fears of rivalry. The poet's bachelor intentions were frozen in his soul. The Alley tossed its head and thought very little of Miss Mary. She brought with her one small trunk and the rose sprig aforesaid tbe latter bound In brown matting, and very carefully carried. With these poor Penates she en tered into possession of the gable room. Of course alley courtesy led us to make ad vances to her. But our very first overtures of intimacy were quietly but forcibly re pulsed. We were rather annoyed at this, particularly Mrs. Muldoon, who expressed herself in no measured terms about the people who were " afraid to let decent vis itors inside their dures." Finally we ap pealed to our friend, the sea captain. " Houks 1 ye turnpike sailors," exclaimed the doughty one of Neptune, " nae doubt ye fly from a woman's wee tongue. 1'va stood with bullets whistlin' round me like hail, ye ken, so maybe I can face this here Miss Mary o" yourn." THE BRAVE CAPTAIN. So the "captain" hied himself to the door of the gable room, convinced that he conld bring the lonely- occupant to reason. We waited in hopeful expectancy, for we had a large idea of our "captain's" powers of ad miralship. Boon, however, we heard the warrior returning, whistling "Tom Bowl ing," ashe always did when woefully disap pointed. He had failed iu, his mission. "Eh, sirs!" he thundered 'as he emerged into the Alley "Eh. sirs! but there'll be a wind to-night that'll blow the teeth ont o' the ship carpenter's handsaw." And, though we did not see tbe captain for the remainder of that day, we could hear only too well the mighty sea oaths which he swore. For some time no further attempt was made to force ourt elves on Miss Mary. But as she refused to accept us, we, with a natural perversity, accepted ber, and began even to be awed by ber lofty austerity and uncontrovertible spinsterhood. Here it was that the poet began to get romantic, as ha always does about anything atall susceptible ot romance, lie wove a woeful legend of. dis appointed lore around tbe mysterious person ality of tbe lady In tbe gable room. The Alley caught eagerly at tbe idea, and for some weeks It beld undisputed snay. AN A17FD1 SUSPICION. But then tbe malicious sea-captain suggested a horrible alternative, "Ye dinna ken," he said "but she hae done some black crime mur der, perhaps, and Is here in htdin'." Of course this theory at once overthrew tbat of tbe poet Everybody in tbe alley tbe Philosopher and Rbymster excepted, really believed that tbey had a fu-itive criminal in their midst. Little Mike Muldoon, who was tben in tbe tbird vol ume of a gory nickel-novel, spread tbe story far and wide, and Oar Alley began to acquire quite a villainous reputation, all on account of Miss Miry. Tbe Philosopher protested against tbe nnjnst belief that Miss Mary was either a heroine or a murderess, but be was scoffed at, as philoso phers always are scoffed at in tbis unbelievlnz and sensational world. Day by dav tbe alley grew more excited about Miss Mary. Tbe "Marching Through Georgia" Clab took up ber case and argned it hotly, finally deciding that she was all that sbe was alleged to be, and probably more. Tben came tbe crisis! A SUSPICIOUS BLACK BAO. Miss Mary was seen to go forth carrying an uncanny looking black bag, with which sbe returned in tbe dusk ot evening. Tbis operation sbe repeated day after day. Sundays alone excepted. The black bag was tbe last straw! The alley could stand no more! A hur ried meeting was held, at which the war party proved to be in the ascendant, and it was finally decided to take Miss Mary's stronghold bv storm! Accordingly, with the "captain" at our bead we burst into tbe opposite tenement, rnsbed up the creaking stalls anu innnuereaat ma iraii door of tbe suspected ocenpant. In answer to onr strenuous summons tbe door was opened and Miss Mary looked out at us, ber pale face and tall thin figure seeming lialf-gbostly in tbe dull light of tbe tenement lobby. "To what." she sternly exclaimed, "am I In debted for the honor of this visit!" THE PHILOSOPHEB EXPLAINS. Tbere was dead silence for a moment, and then the Philosopher stepped forth.; "You see, madam.' he explained, "these good people's cariosity is too much for them. Tbey bare seen you canylng a mysterious black bag to and fro. Your stransre unsociability bas alarmed tbem. Tbey fear tbat you are well, that you are at least a fugitive from the eyes of the law." For tbe first and last time during ber life in tbe alley. Miss Mary lansrhed. "It is very Kind of you." she said harshly, "to take so much interest in a crabbed old maid. I shall be pleased to give you all the Information you require." Tben going back into tbe dim recesses of ber room sbe produced tho awful black bag. abova alluded to. Opening It, hastily, sbe Took there from a number of gaudily covered volumes, evidently of the cheapest kind of literature. "Will yon -illow me." she continued, "to put your names down for the first number of tbis very elegant Ufa of Hon. George Washing ton r So ended the romance ot the lady la the gable room. Epilogue. So ends thanks to editorial shears the alley series. With the due amount of regret ful tears In his eyes, the Bhymster composed the following rondeau as an epilogue the rhymes for tbe same being supplied by the Philosopher: Wben day Is done the lamps below, Oieam dimly throngh the afterglow. Great wavering mist-wralth's town ward roll'o Around the roofs tbeir forms enfold Against our brows tbe breezes blow. Our song Is sped, our story told. Tbe sunlight tricked It out with gold 'Tis bnt a grain ot alley mould When day is done! Yet reader, when your fire's aglow In some warm nook, where dreams mar CO Think sometimes of this alley old Along whose stones yoar fancy strolled And alley folk you used to know When day is done. Philosopher and P.irratsxzJk. nig Vto of Power. Detroit Free Press. Every time a cow moves her tail to switch a fly she exerts a force of three pounds. In the course of the summer a single cow wastes 5,000,000 pounds of energy. Tbe cows of America throw away power enough to move every piece ol machinery in the world. This is exclusive of kicking milkmaids of the stools. ' '" . KSjfedHe. SjE-;' f -J M .a M ; -VA-- ..? I h I ll I I Ml .--. V IK-.... Z a. A tit.aL ,-jr I. .-J..,.?wiEi.J ' I' . A',5rf-syflS.,- -S-. 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