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h'e Wonderful Portrait! ':
IT was a beautiful eveniug in the month
of July. Not a cloud was in the sky.
In fact, the sky waa jammed so full of stars
that there wasn't any room for clouds. : 0
yes, it was a glorious night, and everybody
in Fadagaz said so. To be sure it was
rather warm, but one forgot all about that
in listening to the joyous humming of tho
light-hearted little mosquitoes. Dear little
darlings 1 How fond they are of us, and
how cruelly we ropay , them for all their
love! ',,
Yes, it was a beautiful evening, and Miss
Delia Magog was enjoying it, as she -sat in
the parlor of her father's houso, which, I
may as well inform the reader, is situated
on Congress Avenue, in the town , above-
mentioned. It is a brick house, quite
handsome, and fitted up with all tho mod
ern improvements and the owner of it, as
you would naturally suppose, is very
wealthy, and his name is Jefferson Magog.
He is the father of Miss Delia Magog, and
he is a widower, aud Btill be is not happy.
Delia Magog was more than ordinarily
lovely, but still she wasn't really handsome.
You see, she dressed elegantly, and the
old adage is that " fine feathers make fine
birds ;" but as my wifo has often said,
when speaking of Delia, " Take her fine
clothes off, and she won't look any better
than- any other woman ;" and I dare say
she wouldn't. Most people do look differ
ent with their clothes on.
But Delia was rather pretty, I think.
She was neither a blonde nor a brunette.
Iler hair, I believe was a Bismark brown,
and her eyes well, she had handsome eyes,
but I don't think I ever noticed what color
they were ; and I have seen several stars
that were brighter. Her nse, I am sorry
to say, curled naturally, so you see she
didn't have to do it up in papers over night.
But her form was perfect, and everybody
said so. Even Hugh McGonagle admitted
that. ,
By the way, speaking of Hugh McGona
gle, reminds me of the story that I was go
ing to write about him, and well, I guess
I'll write it now.
To begin, this Hugh Me Gonaglo was the
son of old McGonagle, who, you may re
member, kept the McGonagle House in
Fadagaz some fifteen years ago. He was a
very fine man, but be couldn't beep a hotel,
or at least in a way to make it profitable.
Consequently, whon he died, his son Hugh
was left to the tender mercies of the cold
world.
Hugh was only ten years of age at the
time, but he knew be should get over that,
if he only waited J but while lie was wait
ing, he ran off and went to sea as a cabin
boy ; and it didn't take but a short time
for hint to see all he wanted to of that kind
of, life, he left the) ship at Liverpool, with
out stopping to kiss the captain, or even bid
him good by. ' . , . ; ' . ,
Then ho fell in with a travelling conjur
er, a certain Bignor da Moyadas, whose
father's name was Smith, and the conjurer
took a fancy to Hugh, and Hugh took a
fancy to the conjurer, they resolved to trav
el together. Hugh was to have bis board
and clothes, and the conjurer was to learn
him his art.
now long these two worthies travelled to
gether I have no means of knowing ; but I
do know that at the age of seventeen our
hero was once more alone, and he was trav
elling through the United States, giving en
tertainments every evening, under the name
of his old master, Bignor de Moyadas ; and
he was so successful pecuniarily, that whon
at last he appeared again in Fadagaz (hav
ing thrown off his conjurer's robes) as Hugh
McGonagle he had several thousand dollars
in his pockets, and consequently was very
well received by his father's old frionds.
About the first thing Mr. McGonagle did
after returning to bis native town, was to
fall desperately in love with Miss Delia
Magog ; and as he was a dashing young
gentleman of twenty-five, Very handsome,
very agreeoblo, and very well dressed, why,
what could she do but fall in love with him?
It was at the last ball given by the Fada
gaz Guards where Mr. McGonagle first mot
Delia. He saw her and loved her. Cap
tain Bobbin Introduced him to her, and for
the remainder of the evening be scarcely
left her side.
The next day Hugh called upon her, and
she appeared so pleased to see him that he
called again ; and as she still seemed pleas
ed, he continued to call, until the good peo
ple or Fadagaz began to make remarks,
and, one, more officious than the rest, ask-
ed Mr. Jefferson Magog if be was aware of
Mr. McGonagle' attentions to his daugh
ter. .
" Mr. McGonagle I Who the deuoe is
MoGooagle?" Inquired Mr. Magog. :
"Then don't you kuow about it?" re
turned John Loveland. . , , , j ( ,
"About what r. ;
i.M.Why, about Hugh McGonagle.". .
"And who is Hugh McGonagle?"
"Why, don't you remembor the old gen
tleman who used to keep the hotel? It's
hisson." 'f'-,"i: I
' "Buthe ran away." i f
' "Yes, and he's .returned, and,' if I mis
take not, is making love to your daughter ;
and,' if I rbmember, Mr. Magog, ydu prom
ised hor to me." f ' ;; '""'
'" " Ha 1 making love to my daughter t Is
be rich?" ' ' v " ';;'
John Lovolftnd laughed. '' '" ' '" ' ''
""Richl Why, he brought home a few
thousand dollars, which' be is spending as
fast as he can." ' i.
' ''Of course he Is.' What could you ex
pect of a McGonagle ? And he's making
love to my daughter 1 Strange I haven't
seen him ; but then, I'm not at home' a
great deal, and I suppose he steps in whon
I stop out. However, I'll look after him
now, and, John, you thall have my daugh
ter." "But she's refused me." '.
"What the dev refused you 1" exclaim
ed Mr. Magog.
. "Yes, she says I'm too old."
" Well, egad ! you are rather old a year
or two my senior, I think ; but what of
that? Didn't you tell her that it was my
wish?"
"Yes."
" And that had no effect ?"
"None." . , .
"Then, by George I I'll tell her myself."
And without another word, Mr. Magog
turned on his heel and started for home.
. Now the above conversation took place
on that beautiful evening in the month of
July, which I undertook to describe at the
opening of of my story. . And you remem
bor we left Miss Magog sitting iu the drawing-room
of the handsome brick mansion
on Congress Avenue, enjoying tho beautiful
evening aforesaid. Yes, Bhe was enjoying
it, but not alone. Hugh McGonagle sat be
side her, and he was enjoying the eveniug,
too.
" Delia, do you know what I'm thinking
of?" Hugh asked, placing bis arm on the
back of bis chair, and beginning to play
with the trio of curls that dangled from
tho back of her chignon.
" Why, Hugh, what a question ! How
should I? I cannot read your thoughts."
" O no, of course not. Well, I was won
dering to myself how you would like to be
called Mrs. McGonagle."
"Well, Hugh 1" And it is my duty, as
a faithful historian, to inform the reader
that the dear girl blushed and looked down,
and edged a little nearer to her lover ; and
as he edged a little nearer, too, why, there
wasn't much room left for a follow to crowd
in between thom.
" Well, Delia, do you think you love me
well enough to become my wife ?"
"O Hugh I how can you ask? You
know I do love you."
And then two pairs of lips puckered, and
something smacked, and continued to
smack for nearly five minutes ; and Delia
had her head pillowed on Hugh's shoulder
all the time.
"I suppose," began Hugh, after they had
become more resigned to their fate, "I
suppose your father, will have no serious
objections, my dear?"
"My father? Great heavens 1 I had
forgotten him," cried Delia.
"And I had forgotten mine, too," said
Hugh.
" Yes, my father will object. He has al
ready chosen a husband for me, a friend of
his, and an old bachelor ; but be is very
wealthy, and father has determined that I
shall marry lilm."
" And his name is John Loveland," said
Hugh. "I've beard of bim. A dry old
ebip with do more heart than a saw-horse.
But he's rich, and I am poor."
"O Hugh, what shall we do?" sobbed
Delia.
"Thot's just what I should like to know !"
yelled Mr. Magog, bursting into the room
and confronting his daughter, whom be had
the satisfaction to find sitting on . Hugh
McGonaglo's knee, with her beautiful arms
wound around bis neck. .
"OIO I OI" soreamed Miss Magog,
throwing herself into an armchair, and
covering her faoe with her hands.
Mr. Magog glared at Mr. McGonagle, and
the latter gentleman glared at the former
gentleman, and the former gentleman was
very red In the face, while the latter was
uncommonly pale ; but he was as cool as if
he had been " iced."
V Wilt thou reach stars because tbey
shine on theo?'" cried Mr. Magog, quoting
Bhakspeare without knowing it. ,
Mr. McGonagle arose, walked to the win.
dow, aud looking up at the stars, said he
didn't think he would.
"No, Mr. Magog, I'd rather not, if it's
all the same to you." And then, after a
pause, "I presume lam addressing Mr,
Magog t"
"Yes, sir."
" Ah,' I thought I couldn't be mistaken,
said Hugh, smiling blandly, " although I
believe I never bad the pleasure of meeting
you before. ' I recognized you in a momeut
from the strong resemblance you bear to
your lather, whose portrait adorns the
wall." And our hero waved his band lit
the very life-l'le representation "in oil,"
of the departed Obadlah Magog, who was
scowling fiercely at everybody In the room,
for no matter from what point you looked
at the 1 portrait, those ' fierce-looking ayes
were fixed upon you. - 1 '
. "O, you did recognize me? And you
are quite right in supposing that we never
met before, sir," growled Mr. Magog ; "and
if you know what is best for yoursolf, we
shall never moet again.""' , ' '.
"On the contrary, my dear sir, I hope to
have the pleasure of meeting you quite of
ten in the future. The truth Is, Mr. Ma
gog, I am vory muoh in Jove with your
daughter, and I am happy to Inform you
that she reciprouates my love."
" Ten thousand"
"Hold, Mr. Magog 1 Don't excite your
self, I beg. near me out, aud thon, if you
desire it, I will rotiro, for this evening, at
least."
Mr. Magog flung himself into a chair,
quite overcome with rage, for our hero was
bo exceedingly cool that he didn't know
what to do or say; aud ho had found that
he couldn't frighton him.
" Go on, young man. Say what you've
got to say, and then leave the house."
' Thank you. Believe me, I shall remem
ber this kinduess,and repay it when I have
the right, as your son-in-law."
Mr. Magog glared, but said nothing.
" Look at me, sir. In form and feature
I am certainly not very objoctionable. As
for my family, whatever they were, I am
the only representative of the family left."
''That's lucky, "sneered Mr. Magog.
"Perhaps so," continued Hugh. "I
have nothing to say about that."
"Goon"
" Well, sir, I have not so much wealth as
you, but what I have I made myself."
"And you'ro spending ic yourself,"
growled Magog. "Now, see hero, young
man, what are you driving at? What do
want?"
" I want your daughter," answered Mc-
Gouugle. ,
" And you can't havo her."
' And your daughter wants me."
' But she can't have you."
"Jefferton!"
Mr. Magog sprang half way across the
room. " w hat the deuce, was that? Who
spoke ?" he asked; but no one answered.
Doha was staring at her grandfather's
portrait and trembling, while McGonagle
was staring at the same portrait aud shiv
ering. " Who spoke?" stammered Magog, look
ing wildly around him.
"Iipokef"
'"Twas the portrait !" gasped Delia,
throwing he rself into her lover's arras for
protection. J
' Ha I what? the portrait? my father?"
And Mr. Magog trembled till his teeth fair
ly chattered.
" Yes, it is your father, Jefferson Ma
gog," said the portrait; and its terrible
eyes seemed to gleam fiercer than ever.
" Wba what do you want of mo ?"
asked Mr. Magog in a hoarso whisper,
staring fixedly at the portrait ; and then
suddenly gaining courago, " Pshaw I what
a fool " '
: " Who do you call a fool ?" domanded
the portrait, in a terrible voice.
" By heaven ! I'll know the meaning of
this," cried Mr. Magog, springing forward
and dashing his right loot into the middle
of the canvas. Then he staggered back.
" There Isn't any one hid behind there."
The portrait laughed, , "Ha, ha, ha I"
but it didn't smilo. No, it looked just as
fierce as ever, and that terrible laugh made
Mr. Magog's blood curdle in bis veins. The
color loft bis cheek, great beads of perspi
ration broke out upon bis face ; be stag
gered back and fell into a seat.
" This is no mortal business," be groan
ed. "Jefferson," said the portrait, assuming
an injured tone, " aren't you ashamed to
strike your poor old father ?"
" Great heavens ! cried Mr. Magog, in
agony, " if you are my father, tell me what
you want of me."
" List, O list, unhappy man," began the
portrait. " Have you not already caused
misery enough in the world ? and do you
wish to add to your manifold sins and wick
ednesses by dividing two loving hearts?"
." What 1" cried Mr. Magog, springing to
his feet, while his eyes rolled from the por
trait to the lovers.
, " Hold I not a word, Jeflerson," said the
portrait, in a voice that struck terror to bis
heart "If thou didst ever thy dear father
love"
" Bhakspeare," muttered Magog. " The
old man always was fond of Hamlet."
" Then step not between this young man
and this fair maiden," continued the por
trait.-. "They belong to each other. Give
thy consent to their union."
" Never 1" yelled Magog, writhing in
agony upon bis chair. i
i "You must!" said the portrait, once
more in the terrible voice. " If you do not
I'll appear to you 1"
" Good heavens 1" gasped Magog, spring
ing out of bis chair, turning his back to the
portrait, and covering his face with his
hands. "Don't I don't 1 don't !" And theu
g Wooing over bis shoulder at the lovers,
" Take her, McGonagle, take her, she's
yours I consent. Marry her when you
Will." , - i:' :!, , '.
" " Farewell," said the portrait, in a faint
far-off voice ; but Mr, Magog answered not.
Ho cast one despairing glance around aud
left the room.
The moment that gentleman retired, our
hero stooped down and kissed Miss Magog's
lips. ' ''
" Are you frightened, dear ?" he asked ;
for she still trembled.
. ".O High, wasn't it teYriblo?" 'f
" Not very, my love. Perhaps you
didn't know that I am a ventriloquist."
' A tentriloguittf Hugh ?" , 1(
"Yes, love."
"And did you make the portrait speak?"
"Yes, my dear."
" O what a splendid joke upon fathor t"
she exclaimed, laughing for very joy.
" Yes, it will be splendid, indeed, if be
does not change his mind before we are
married.", .,"'" " .
But that he didn't Change his mind we
have' every reason to believe, from the fact
that there was a wedding at Mr. Iagog's
house about a month afterwards, and Hugh
McGonagle and Delia Magog were made
one flesh. But what is much more singu
lar, Mr. Magog nevei found out the secret
of the speakihg portrait ; and to this day he
believes that it was " no mortal business,"
and as Hugh makes an excellent husband,
and a dutiful son-in-law, he is quite satis
fied with everything as it is.
How Shot are Made.
The usual method of shot-making has
some semblance to the process by which
rain is transformed into hail. The liquid
lead is made to fall from a high elevation ;
in passing through the air this leadeu rain
becomes cool, and hardens into leaden hail
or shot. The common method of shot
making is said to have originated with a
plumber of Bristol, named Watts. About
the year 1782, he dreamed that he was ex
posed to a shower of rain, that the clouds
rained lead instead of water, and that the
drops of lead were perfectly round. Inspir
ed by this dream, he determined to try the
experiment. He accordingly ascended the
tower of a church, and poured some melt
ed lead into some water below ; the plan
was successful, and he sold his invention
for a large sum of money.
In carrying out the idea suggested by
this dream, if such was its real origin, shot
towers have been constructed, varying in
height from one hundred to two hundred
and fifty feet, according to the size of the
shot to be made, the larger size requiring
the greater height. The lead is melted at
the top of the tower, and poured into a
colander, and the drops are received in a
vessel of water at the bottom. The sur
face of the lead, when melted, is covered
with a spongy crust of oxide, called eream,
which is used to coat over tho bottom of
tho colander, in order to prevent the lead
from passing too rapidly through the holes,
and to perfect the roundness of the shot.
The colanders are made of sheet iron, the
holes differing according to the sizo of the
shot, though the shot are always larger
than the holos through which the melted
lead passes. The lead passes through tho
oolander in fine threads, which collect lu
globules of the size of the shot on the un
der surface of the colander. In falling to
the bottom of the tower, tho entire surface
of the shot is equally acted on by a current
of air. By this means they take their
proper form, and are sufficiently cooled,
through still soft, to bear the shock of fall
ing into water, without changing their
shape. The holes in the colander for shot,
known as No. 0, are one fiftieth of an inch
in diameter ; for No. 1 the holos are one
fifty-eighth of an inch ; and from No. 8 to
No. 0 the diameter decreases by regular
gradations, the latter being only one three
hundred and sixtieth of an inch. When
the shot are removed from the water, which
is soraotimos done by an endless chain of
boxes, they are thoroughly dried by steam
er iron plates, or in iron boxes. The im
perfect shot are then separated from those
which are well formed by causing them to
pass over a number of inclined planes, ar
ranged one above another. The perfect
shot proceed rapidly in a straight line, and
full into boxes placed to receive them a few
inches from the edge of the inclined plane.
The ill-shapen pieces oblong, or partly
round move in zigzag, and more slowly,
and full into boxes placed immediately at
the edge of the plane. If the first boxes
do not receive all the imperfect pieces, they
are likely to disappear in tho boxes below
the second incline plane ; so that at the
bottom of the slope only the perfect ones
fall into the trough placed to receive them.
The good shot thus separated from the
bad are of a dead, silvery-white color.
They are thon placed in the polishing bar
rel, containing a small quantity of pulver
ized plumbago, where, after many revolu
tions, they receive their superficial finish.
They are then assorted according to their
sizes by sifting them from boxes, tho bot
toms of which have holes corresponding to
the different sizes of shot, or by sifting
them through a revolving copper cylinder
placed on an incline, having boles which in
crease in size towards the lower end. Thus
the smaller drop through the first, and the
larger lower down, each size being received
in its own box. Being thus assorted, they
fall into boxes, each of which has a tube
and a faucet, so arranged that the bag
placed over the mouth of the opened tube
receives precisely twenty-five pounds of
shot, when it instantly closes, obviating in
this way the necessity of weighing each
bag of shot i
tW A St Louis man advertises for "girls
to work in hair." If married women will
I utt ho can be supplied. '
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