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Twilight. 1. I've been roaming In the gloaming Of a mellow autumn ovf; Twilight lingers, While ita Augers, Countless, boundless boa u tits weave. 11. Day is dying, Beautifying la Lis deatistfie land and lea; Clouds in eplonrfor Rhed their ton dor Soul-snbduing light on mo. ni. Night's descending, B ftly blending Twilight glories with its own; Till the shadows In the meadows To their lullest length havo grown. IV. And this token, Tho' uunpoken, Tells us that the day is doad; Stars are peeping, As if keeping Bilent watches round its bed. T. Tints the glimmer, Dim and dimmer, From cursives mutt pass away: Till the morning, In its dawning, TJhher in another day. VI. May that morning, When its dawning Beams at lust npon onr eyes, Bo the waking, Be the breaking Of a day that never dioi. JT. D. Snore. BEHIND MINERVA'S SHIELD. Homer Ashton one autumn evening listened to Htoriea of witches and ghosts told aronnd him, and joined in them, nntil he Mt an occasional fthiver creep ing down hia back. Not that be be lieved in the supernatural, bnt the fire lipht into which he oat looking grew pieaoanfertohimthan the corners of the great room, for lamps had been banished to accord with the subject under dis cussion, and it seemed that the shadows flickering Whind the young people grouped abou. the grate of blazing coal were massive and weird, and that when one glanced at them sideways Bnddenlv, there was something about them like ghostly visitors. When ho faced them, to be sure, they were only ordinavy shadows. Homer was ashamed of him self, he was afraid his nerves were un steady, and resolved to test them. He knew 6 way to do it. Near the place at which he was stay, ing, an English country house, were the ruins of tho older part of a castle said to have been built in tho time of the Crusades. The whole cattle was at present uninhabited, but the part which had been allowed to full into hopeless decay whs the width of the courtyard away from the rest of tho house. Probably it had once been con nected with it by buildings which had formed three shies of a hollow square, but if so it had been left out in the changes made at different times, and sow ik was roofless, the walls were crumbled, and the underground portion was all that made any pretense to a habitation, and offered a suitable home to tho unearthly beings who were said to roam in it, for a dampness covered all the stones and the air had a deadly chill. But these facts seemed con clusions from the nature of things rather than the results of observation, for Homer could not find anybody who had explored it. Ghofats ought really to bo forgiven a good many faults, because they are in general so unselfish about selecting homes nobody else wants. That evening, as Ashton oonneoted tho reports of the place itself with sto ries of sights and sounds around it, he found himself yielding bo much to the influence of gossip that he determined to shake off the weakness and to try what stuff ho was made of. He wculd stand in those haunted halls and sum mon the trhosts and see what would happon. He knew well enough that it would be nothing. But he did not tell his plan to the others: he said merely that he was go ing for a walk to blow uway this ghostly atmosDhere bv a little fresh air. No body volunteered to acoompany him. nicht had never seemed more distaste ful to'them all. They only looked at each other significantly as he left them, and said: "Another Americanism." ' There is an unreasoning element in human nature which assumes every in dividuality of a foreigner to be a na tional characteristic. Dr. Ashton, whom the son of the house had become acquainted with in London and brought home with mm lor a visit, was to ms entertainers an epitome of America, and it mnst be confessed that at the end of a week they had come to have trood oninion of that country. As Homer walked on rapidly he saw an occasional star in the sky, but it seemed as if he never could get out of the shadow of the trees, there were so mnnv A them. He soon came to the ruin, a mile away, opened tho heavy gate and began to descend the long flight of steps lead ing into the corridors and rooms under ground. What could the old place have been used for ? Did monks come here for prayers and penancei, or were thoso dungeons where captives taken in the petty warfare of those times felt tho personal vengeance of their captors? He thought of the one described in Ivanhoe," into which Isaao the Jew was thrown, damp, dark, hung with chains and shackleR, and where in the ring of one set of fetters were two mold ering human bones. It was no wonder ghosts were said to haunt a place like that. In the midst of these thoughts the gate he had left open swung to with a clang, shutting out earthly things be hind him. - Step by step he went down the stone stairs into blackness to which the night outside was twilight Some times he seemed to hear a sound, but when he stopped to listen it wan the beating of bis heart, the foot of the stairs every now and then hands struck against When he reached he still went on; his outstretched a wall or pillar. for be was passing through an arched hall that ended in a narrow passage. He next entered what he thought must be a large room, for the air had an in definable difference and the blackness seemed that of space instead of sub stance. As he stood there uncertain which way to move and the very echo of Lis footsteps ceased, the horror of darkness and silence which had been growing npon him reached its height. He tried to utter his challenge, but his dry lips would give forth no sound, an abyss of night seemed to swallow him up. Suddenly he fancied he heard a move ment, he thought that something like palpable blaukness flitted about him. lie turned to fly and took a few hurried fcteps in the direction of the entrance. Then he stopped. It was no ghostly presence that arrested him, but the iron hand of his resolution ; he had come here to do a certain thing and was not to bo cowed by a feeling which he would be ashamed to own to himseh in the daylight He faced about and wont forward quickly a few steps. "If there is any ghost let him now appear," he called loudly. The dreary walls answered his cry with a dull reverberation. With arms folded he stood a moment the hardest thing of all to do await ing results. If there had not been a roar in his ears, if the beating of his heart had not made even his vision un steady, he would have said that he heard subdued laughter, or moaning, it was impossible to tell which as the sound rolled toward him from the hol low sides, and that he saw something like a whiteness in the distance, while a sense of presence made him cold with homor. He had done all he had resolved to do and was free now to get out of this dreadful place. He hurried toward the entrance, urged on by the unreason ing sense of pursuit that comes over one when be turns his back upon danger. All at once be lost his footing and iay at full length on the slippery floor; the shock, however, only jarred and be wildered him. As he out out his hands to rise he touched something from which he drew back instantly with stifled exclamation; he thought it must be one of the reptiles likely to be crawling in this den. But he recol lected that it was small and hard, per haps it was a curious stone which would prove his night's excursion if the btrangers he was with should be tempt ed to doubt it After a little groping he found it again; it felt like a stone covered with slimy moisture, and put ting it into bis pocket he made his way out of the ruins as best be could. When he returned to the bouse his friend was alone waiting for him, and sleepy, as Homer could see, conse quently a trille annoyed at being Kept up so late. The guest said nothing that night of where he had been In his room be tooK out the stone. It was not a pebble or a piece of the pavement, as he had supposed, but an oval of grayish lava that had once been a brooch or part of a bracelet As lie cleaned it with his penknife and pocket- handkerchief be saw that the work upon it was beautiful; it was a figure of Minerva, the very folds in her tunic carefully cut, and, as he saw by his magnifying-glass, with a light tracery of carving on her hemlet and shield, On the opposite 6ide, just under the shield, was the word " Violet." It was evidently the owner s name, but who was she ? Where did she live, and when ? The pin, if it were a pin, bad not Iain in its last hiding-place long, he thought, it was not enough stained by tho dampness, yet he was not sure about that. " Violet" might belong to a former generation or might have been sleeping the sleep 01 tne just for a oentury. But suppose not, sup. cose she were a young lady beautiful as her name, wealthy and high-born? Well, what then ? Homer put out his light and went to bed, but not immediately to sleep. The affair seemed to promise an adventure ; as such it would have been interesting to any young person. But Ashton, id addition to being barely twenty-five, had been obliged to make his way for the last ten years ; for though he was of good family, Dame Fortune bad started him in life with no more than one of her pennies, which, however. every time a man turns it, as in the legend, leaves a gold-piece in his hand, The next morning but one a tall young man with dark hair and eyes and an expression amused, yet resolute handed in his card at Qrantham hall and asked to Bee its owner, Sir Gresham Laud. "Dr. Homer Ashton," cried Sir Gresham. looking up from his letters displeased at the interruption. "Who' he? I don't know any suoh person Beryl," to the servant, "what does he look like?" " As well, Sir Gresham, only spryer." "Oh, spryer,' is ho? In his head or his heels, I wonder ? Well, I suppose I must see what the fellow wants; one of those genteel spongeB come to suck up as many pounds as I'll give to their deuced charities," he muttered. By which speech it is fair to conclude that Sir Gresham had been sponged in this way more than once. But when Homer, who was admiring the view from the drawing-room win dow, turned and bowed as the bare net approached, Sir Gresham perceived nothing of the suppliant about him and began to doubt whether this elegant stranger did mean to make him a few pounds the poorer by hia visit. He came forward and requested his visitor to be seated. Ashton spoke of the beauty of the country and Sir Gresham answered him, but at the moment curi osity was evidently his ruling passion. " You are wondering why I cams." said Homer. " Certainly it was not to tell you, what everybody knows, that this is the finest situation about here. But I have in my possession part of an ornament which, I believe, belongs to Miss Laud." "Ton! What is it?" Ashton bowed and smiled also, as he handed tho other his discovery of the night bnt one before. " Does it be long to your daughter?" be said. But Sir Gresham was too bewildered to answer him. " That ?'' he cried. " Good heavens I that? Where did you find it? It's a clew." "A clew to what?" cried Homer, eagerly. He felt on the brink of dis covering bow a lady's ornament could come in so strange a place. Bnt Sir Gresham was too excited ay some suggestion awakened by the sight f the stone to have an idea of trying to satisfy any curiosity but bis own. Where did you find it?" he re peated. "Is it jour daughter s r ' returned Homer. " Yes, it must be tiers, and remem bering at last to thank the young man for returning it, he etooi with the stone 1 n his hand waiting impatiently for a foil acoount of its recovery. Does Sir Gresham Laud suppose that I came here for the purpose of telling a midnight adventure to hira?" thought Homer, as a look of amusement flitted across his face. " If yon will be so kind," he answered, suavely. " as to ask Miss Laud if she will do tne the favor to identify her ornament, I shall be most happy to tell you, and ber if she cares to know, how I came by it. Sir Gresham hesitated only an in stant. " Assuredly, be said, and sent for his daughter. The young man's heart beat faster at the sound of light steps behind him. Suppose Violet were plain and heavy looking, yet suppose be turned hast- ly, but not too soon for the beautiful face that was coming toward bim. She was named (or her eyes," thought Homer; and thero was something else he thought, too, that could no more than this be spoken at the moment She greeted bim with a simplicity that charmed him; but when she saw the medallion in her father's band she cried: " Oh, papa, my bracelet-clasp; where did you get it? Have they found out the robbers Homer's eyes opened wide at her words. "Robbers?'' he repeated. "That's it, then? Perhaps I really did hear and see something after all." And after a moment in which three people stood facing each other with looks of inquiry he began an account of his expedition to the ruin. He was truthful in every detail, yet the story sounded remark ably well as he told it, watching Vio let s face and seem trver and grow pale in imagining the blackness of the old cellars. If sho would but love bim for the dangers be had passed ;" he knew nothing of wars to be sure, except of personal struggles with misfortune, out of place to be told here, yet having left their mark upon him in a consciousness of power to dare and conquer adverse circumstances. I ve no doubt they carried tneir booty there," exclaimed Sir Gresham, his thoughts still in the ruins an infinite distance behind the young mat's winged fancy and supplementing the narrative which Ashton had just finished. While Violet was listening to her father's ac count of a daring burglary committed the winter before while the family were in the bouse, Ashton had an opportun ity to study her face more critically, or, rather, more admiringly. It was possi ble he did not drop all the admiration out of his expression as from time to time she turned to him to explain more fully something that her father was saving. I've no doubt tne villains bring their booty miles to bide it in the rum, said Sir Gresham. 'This medallion was the clasp of a heavy gold bracelet, It was given to my daughter by a friend and she is much obliged to you, I am sure, for finding it. " Indeed I am, said Violet, colonng a little as she spoke " It is I who am under obligation to fate." answered Homer; ' I have found something that Miss Laud values." " The rest of the bracelet has been melted down long ago," pursued Sir Gresham. That place ought to be searched." " Yes," said Homer; " when will you do it? The baronet looked somewhat taken aback at this energetio suggestion, " No doubt," he answered, and perhaps, Dr. Ashton, 70a would like to be one of the party if I go with some of my neighbors? I suppose it ought to be done as soon as possible within a dBy or two," he went on, as the other assented, lest they should take alarm at your intrusion upon them. When should you advise oing?" " This moment," cried Homer. "It's a wonder that we Americans have any grass in onr country," he added, smil ing, "we are so averse to letting it grow under our feet." He met Violet's eyes as he finished, and read in them an admiration and interest In another moment she had turned away on some trifling pretext, hut, undoubtedly, she was blushing. How was Homer to know that she had once declared she would marry th man who brought her back her bracelet clasp ? That, however, was when she was quite sure it would never be found. " Not until after luncheon, papa, will you?" she said. "You'd better not take Dr. Ashton until after that" Several years later, when the medal lion bad led to more than the finding of stores of plunder in the old ruins which a gang of thieves had taken care to make appear haunted, Homer Ash ton, a physician of high standing, was living in a large American city. A schoolmate whom be had not met for years said to him one day at dinner as tiiey were talking of marriages and deafhs among their comrades: By the way, Ashton, you never told me where you first met your wife. I only know that it was in England." Homer laughed. "I first met her." be said, "behind Minerva's shield. Did I -not, Violet?" Our Continent. A Bear Festival. On arriving at the scene of the cere mony the visitor found about thirtj persons, chiefly residents oftheplaca. assembled and dressed in their gala costumes, which consisted chiefly of eld Japanese brocaded garments. From the commencement to the end sake played almost as prominent a part as the bear himself. The guests sat around the fireplace in the center of the host's hut, and an offering was first made to the god of fire. This was done in this wise: The Ainos, who were all seated, raised their left hands, holding a drinking vessel to their foreheads, while tho palm of the right was also elevated slightly, A small stick lying across the cup was then dipped in the Bake and the contents sprinkled on the floor to tho fire god, the stick being then waved three or four times over the cup. A formula was uttered by each person present and the sake drank in long draughts, the stick being meanwhile employed in holding up the mustache, A similar ceremony then took place in front 01 the beats cage, mis was followed by a dance around the cage by the women and girls. Offerings of drink were then made as befoie to other gods, and final ly the bear was taken out of his cage by three young men speoially selected for the purpose. Tho animal was killed by pressing the throat firmly against a large block of wood, lhe boiiy was then cleaned and placed neatly on a mat, food and drink being laid before it. and ornaments of various kinds being placed on its ears, mouth, eto. Mats were spread around the bears, the guests took their seats on them, and the drinking commenced. This continued for some time, until tho Ainos sank in a state of helpless intoxi cation on their mats. The women .in another part of the village mean time amused themselves with various dances, which Dr. Scheube describes at length, The following day, as a rule, the de bauch is continued. The body of the bear is then cut up in such a manner that the hide remains attached to the head. The blood was collected in vessels and drank by the men. The liver was cut out and eaten raw. The rest of the flesh was distributed among the partakers of the feast. Tho writer states that, al though hardened in a certain sense to the sight of blood, he could not look without horror on the sight of the drunken crowd, with their faces and bodies smeared with blood. The tkuil of the bear, stuffed with charms, is placed in a sacred place on the east side of the house, and the month is filled with bamboo leaves. It is then always preserved and venerated as a sacred ob ject. Nature. Origin of "Excelsior." One of the best known of all of Long fellow's shorter poems is " Excelsior." That one word happened to catch his eye one autumn eve in 1811 on a torn Eiece of newspaper, and straightway is imagination took fire at it. Taking up a pieoe of paper, which happened to be the back of a letter received that day from Charles Sumner, he crowded it wi'.h verses. As first written down, "Excelsior" differs from the perfected and published version, but it shows a rush and glow worthy of its author. The story of "Evangeline" was first uggested to Hawthorne by a friend who wished him to found a romance on it. Hawthorne did not quite coincide with the idea and ho handed it over to Longfellow, who saw in it all the ele ments of a deep and tender idyl. James T. Fields. There is a new process of raising fish where the eggs arepHoedin large glass jars which are constantly fed with streams of fresh water conveyed through rubber tubes. By this method it ia estimated that ninoty-flvo per cent, of the eggs can ba hatched. In two hatcheries at Toledo and San dusky, Ohio, CO.OUO.OOO white ilsb fry have been raiaed tbisasaeon. FOR TIIK LADIES. A Ilnnhfiil Tonne Man's Ppecch, A young lady who graduated from a high school last July is teaching school in New Hampshire. A bashful young gentleman visited the school the other day and was asked by the teacher to say a few words to the pupils. This was his speech: "Scholars, I hope you will ftlwuvH lnvn vnnf school and vnnr teacher as much as I do." Tableau giggling boys and girls and a blushing schoolma'am. Km Field on Ore. Kate Field has written and continues to write some curious things. Among the latest effusions of that gifted lady is the following in Our Continent: There certainly are no women in the world who think so much about dress or devote so much time to it as Americans. The result, however, is hardly commensurate with the expen diture of time and money. To think about dress does not necessarily involve what is seriously called thought. When monkeys act like men we do not accuse them of thought We attributo to them a wonderful power of imitation. In dress we are nothing but monkeys. We have not yet acquired sufficient taste or knowledge to make our own fashions, so we wait for the modistes of Paris to tell ns what they please and then adopt their ideas regardless of consequences. France is the most artistic- nation in Europe, but we should take our France with discretion. What is suitable for one is not necessarily suitable for all, and it is well known that costumes prepared for the Ameri can market are "louder" in style than those intended for home customers. American patrons are sought because they are willing to pay extravagant prices, but their judgment, as a rule, does not command respect Fashion Notes. Grenadine lace is new. Bullet buttons prevail. Guipure lace is revived. Puffed flounces are stylish. Polonaises are draped to form paniers. Hooks and eyes fasten many dresses. Dull jet is not confined to mourning. Puffed plaBtrons extend to the waist line. Small bugles make up new jet trim mings. Colored satin ribbon bows are worn at the throat. Gloves with closed wrists continue fashionable. Sashes are bo wide and long that no other drapery is needed. Panier effects are taking a prominent place among the present styles. Tho newest dresses have numerous bows of ribbon or velvet on tnem. The Langtry belted waist is used for white muslin, lawn and print dresses. Handsome parasols have frills of lace, and others a bunch of flowers on the top. Wide collars of lace or embroidery with cuffi to match, are worn with dark dresses. Fiohu capes, mado of open-worked embroidered black surah, complete new black suits. The stylish blue shades are electric, porcelain, soldier and sapphire blue. Peacock blue is discarded. After Four Years. The Philadelphia Fresa tells of the affecting way in which Mrs. Melville, wife of Engineer Melville, of tho lost Jeannette, received the first letter from her husband after a silence of four years. Says the Press : Mrs. MeMlle, the wife of Lieutenant G. W. Melville, who went out as chief eng'neor of the Jeannette exploring party, yesterday at her home at Sharon Hill, near Philadelphia, re ceived a letter from her husband. For four years tho anxious mother and three little girls have been awaiting a letter from him. Yesterday morning Maud, who is about fifteen years of age, went, as bho has thousands of times in over three years, to the postofllce to see if thero was a letter. Mrs. Melville was seated at home sewing, and the other two girls were playing with their dolls, Suddenly one of the little ones said: " Why, mamma, something's the matter with Maud. I actually bolievo there's a letter from papa." Maud's feet did not appear to touch the ground. She broke through the gate like one pur sued by some terrible phantom. With tears ot joy streaming down her face and choking with sobs she threw her self at her mother's ieet, dropping the letter and crying out: "Oh, mamma, at last 1 at last I it is from papal Oh, it is from papal" The mother tore it open and read it at a glance, and then reread it several times over. All tue aiternoon ana up 10 going to bed last night the children were doing nothing else but reading over papa's letter. With the intelligence that it contained of the fate of others and the knowledge that just now he himself with the search party is faoing similar dangers, there was nothing in the letter to give hope of the return of the husband and father. Written on a single sheet of tough, heavy note paper, the letter read as follows: Irkoutbk. Itusuian Siboria, January 1, 1SS3. Ueau Hettie After many triala and many tribulations I arrived here yeiiteriiay. We can muBter but thirteen peoplo, all told, out of our original thirty-three peruous. 1 am pretty wyii and will be at home this miuimor or iieit win ter, according as I may be instructed by the navy department. I have telcgraphod anting to rumam and search lor iJo Long and others who perished at the mouth of the Lena river. Lova to children. Yours faithfully, Gieaoa VV. MiLVU. u, T Mara Klnnnd anil T llavA Suffered ' The first line in the following is the refrain of an unwritten poem recited to a friond by John Howard Tayne. author of "Home, Sweet Home," Just' before his death in Algiers: 1 have sinned and I have suffered, Yet the world will never know How I tried to do my dutv In the long, the long ag ' P I have sinned and I have sufTa; j& Human nature is so weak Yot my tongue caaaot bo tempted To disclose, betray or speak. I have si ed and I have suffered, Who has not, through blood and bone f If there be a mortal living Let him bravely cast tho stone. I have sinned and I havo suffered Just the same as othor men, P,at my hoart cannot be conquered, Nor the soul that burns within. I have sinned and I have suffered, Mournful memories come to me, Yet beyond the clouds of Borrow . Rifts of sunshine I can see. I have sinned and I have suffered, He can siuk and he can save All the human hearts that wander To the cold and silent grave. Wcuhingtom Republican. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Wooden shoes, especially those made of oak, are said to produce acorn. Bimmelbammelbummal is one of the convenient words sometimes worked into verse by German rhymers. Inquirer: " What is the most Bcarce American com? Dont know, sir, dollars are quite scarce enough. Boa- ton Fost. " Why does a donkey eat thistles ?" asked a teacher of one of the largest boys in the class. " Because he is a donkey, I reckon," was the prompt re ply. Oscar Wilde does not admire the American onion. It so closely re sembles a bulb of his dear lily that it brings? tears to bis eyes. New Harm Jiester. Ir youth my maiden aim Was to change mj maie'et naiLfc And so I made an aim At him, and won my game, And changed and made a name. The'Judgr. Glass balls and clay counterfeits have been successfully substituted for live pigeons at shooting matches. iow why cannot somebody bring forward equally merciful and efficacious proxies for the pugilists and baseball players? We congratulate the pigeons, but why should not this immunity be extended also to uen? Boston Transcr''.. WISE TVOItDS. The height of meanness is to exult in its suocess. One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors. Neither worth nor wisdom comes without an effort. Grief has been compared to a hydra; for every one t$at dies two are born. The scientific study of man is the most difficult of all branches of knowl edge. Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve. There is pleasure in contemplating good; but the greatest pleasure of all u doing good, which comprehends the rest. Poverty is the only burden which grows heavier in proportion to the num ber of dear ones who have to help to bear it. Sanctified thoughts, made conscious of, and called in, and kept in awe, and given fuel that burns not, are a water for Satan's coal. Duty is the voioe of God, and a man is neither worthy of a good home her or in heaven that is not willing to b. in peril for a good cause. i37J?il3!u2 "a i'lrls. Tarls at present is certainly not a whit behind London and New York ia the way of publio advertising. Gigantio posters sprawl in the mo.st prominent spots; hideous red carts covered with the name of some retail establishment, a score of times repeated, prowl about the streets; villainous daubs offond the eye on scaffoldings; banners bear ing the "strange device," "Peer less Hair-wash," or some such other wretched nostrum, stretch acroRS the broadest Btreets; even the pavements are decorated with the inlaid names of firms and patent medicines. Lately the police interfered to prohibit the promenading through the streets of advertising camels. As to the voiture-announces, that variegated vehicle will soon be quite let behind by a new electric-lighted ad vertising cabinet. The camols, how ever, are about the beet thing in ad vertising thus far brought out It the animal kingdom is to be pressed into the service of the vile race of puffers," whom some jaundiced haters of the present state of society would wish to annihilate with ono breath, we 6hall at least be able to see a greater fit ness of things crto applied iu tising art; polar than has lnth- the noble adver bears will shuiila about with a specimen of winter hits upon their own backs; elephants would display the finest specimens of ivory and rattlesnakes would bo the best vehicle for attracting attention to u new system of alarm bells. Amtriean 7iVirs ter.
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