r & At Inil H. P. SCHWEIEK, THE 0058TITCTI05 THE UIIOI AID TEX EBTOBOEHUT Of TEE LATB. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXVIII. MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JULY 30, 1SS4. NO. 31. r" HiSlWii 111! U . ' J. r A t'l till XV A Kl O Strang, O sa.l perplexitT, lilind gropiug through the night, Faiib faintly questions. Can there bo An afterward of light ? O heavy sorrow, grief and team, That all our hojies destroy. Say, Nball them dawn in coming years A n afterward of joy ? O bes that turn to gall and rua, Sweet fruit tbat bitter prove. Is there an afterward of true And everlastiug love? O m-eannesH within, w itlmuf. Vain luriiipii for release. Is tbere to iuwartl fear and doubt An afterward of (teare ? O restless wanderings to aud fro In vain and fruitless quest. Where shall we find, atiove, below. An afterward of rest ? 0 death, with whom wn plead in vain To stay tbv fatal knife, 1 there lieyond the reach of palu An afterward ot life".' Ah, ves; we know the seeming ill When rightly understood Id God's own time aud way fulfil His afterward of tfoorf. MICiXOXNK. "That ? Oh, that "3 my small si-er. Mignonue. An uncommon face, rather. lnt it ?" and Jack Chandran glanced nl tin- rough sketch which his visitor bad unearthed from an old sketch book, and thea turned Lack to his work. -Your lister V" Philip Yanderventer looked al U.r bit of paper a little more intently. "Not much like you. Chau Jraii. What a pretty, babyish look here is aliout iL" "She is scarcely more than a baby," said Jack, stepping back a few paces, w ith his head held critieallv ou one side, to observe the effect of the last few touches. ''Only a little girl, you know ; but an uncommonly nice one. There she is now In some muddle over the -counts, I suppose. We have oceam of fun out of our housekeeping, and poor o'. l Heckie does the work." And then the door swims back forci bly, and a young girl, plentifully adorn ed with blotches of ink in ever direc tion, made 1-er api arauce. "U Jack !" she cried, ''I've been bothering over this thing all the morn ing, and it trmi't come out right. C'au't ?ou help me ?" And then she stopped short, for she saw that Jack was not alone. "Never mind, girlie," said Jack, see ing her distressed face. "This is Mr. Vandei venter my little sister, sir. Too bad about the accounts ; but I've no head for ligures, you know. Iet it go." "May I try to help you?" II. id i'hilip Yanderventer been equal to the mental effort, lie would have wondered at his own readiness; but he wasn't. It did strike him as a little odd, when he began his task, that he should have ofTeied his assistance: but the sen.-atiou of being useful was some thing novel ; it pleased hiui for the tune l-eing. And besides, it was such a very pieliy little girl who leant over him. Limit-ring hiui in the most unconscious and dim ming ui.iiiu r. '-tiet it wrong ai-'ain as quickly as possible," he said, when the victory was won over the obstinate figures, "and then apply to me. I ftel quite refreshed by my exertion. Don't thank me, I U-g of you; I consider it a privilege. And then he began languidly to coax on his gloves, looking covertly at Mig uonne. "I shall come in often, if I may. Chandran,'' ke said ; "it's dull in town now, and I am bored to death." And so he departed. It was odd how that child's face haunted him ; the great, wide 0111, dark eyes, with their long, straight lasties ; the clear, babyish complexion ; the delicate, sensitive mouth ; and the lone, heavy braids of golden red hair. "Such a pretty, pretty girl I" he said, half-unconsciously. 'uch a prettj little child." The next day be was at Cbandran's studio, and the next, and so on. lie had suddenly lec?ie greatly interested in ait; and JacJ Cbaudran was the very man to give Liui ideas on the sul ject so he said and day after day found him at the studio, at d be and Mignonne were soon excellent friends. "A very pretty little girl," he hod called her, and this conviction grew stronger on him daily. "A very, very pretty little girl" she was indeed. "M.e'Il make more than one heart ache by aud by," he thought, as he sat in the little sitting-room one day (lie was admitted "behind the scenes "now; Jack had "taken a fancy" to him, and showed it most tuiphatically), looking at her as she knelt before the small erate trying to coax the fire into cheer luess. "Chandran will have his hands full ; and I don't envy him." And then Mu'ti -nne, sitting down a-1 in a heap on the dingy hearth-rug, turned aronnd mum him. "What are ou tliinkiiiir of that you look socros.-?" lie said. "Jt must Ins something dread ful." "(July of you, little girl," heanswer eu, smiling down at her. "Nothing so dreadful after all. is it ?" "And what of uie ?" The childish persistence was very charming. "What have I done ?"' "Nothing s yet. It's what you will do, of rhich I was thinking when you are a g. own young lady when you be gin to think or leavm" Jack." "I shall ncrcr leave J ick 1" the pretty hand pretty a'though it was darkened here and lh"re in the argument with the fire c&nie down forcibly on the floor lieside her. ".Never, Mr. Yander venter!" '"Hut if you can 1 for any one as you will some day, my dear child and Jack, kiiowiug that you would be happy with him. should 1 williDg, tl.cn it would be different, you know." lint the pretty head still shook in a most decided negative. "Jack would never be willing, I know. And" there was a sudden little flash of temper in the girlUh voice "and I don't like you talking aliont my caring for any ci.e else except Jack and " "And whom ?" said Mr. Vanderven ter, lazily admirivg the heightened color aud bright eyes. "Aud whom, Murnonne? ' "And you," she said, looking tip at him in her frank, childish way. I like yon. Mr. Vaiulen enter." He laughed, a lazy little laugh she as such a pretty little girl, and so childishly honest. "I am very glad you to," he said. "But why?" "Because you don't wear a velveteen coat ; because you donl smoke a hor rid pii ; because you don't talk slang ; "cause you keep your hands nice ; and cansebf causH I do .'" j,. Tliants. How refreshingly can aJ she was. "And 1 like you, too, lit e t.tl e axe excellent friemls. liut you will outgrow it presently ; I shall be left quite behind wheu you are a young lady." He had offended her now ; he saw it lnthednxpof her eyelids and at the comers of her mouth. "It's like once, like always, with tis Cliandrans," she said, rising.and stand ing with one haud resting on the man tel, looking down intently at the Are ; and then for a ttme they were silent. The lazily handsome gentleman was entirely too indolent, it seemed, to carry the conversation farther, and contented himself with looking at her through his half-closed eyes, and admiring hr inline- sely. It was irfectly absurd for him to feel toward a child like her as he did. He admired her, he was fas cinated by her pretty ways and frunk childishness. "If she were a few year obler," he thought, "I should le afraid that I was falling in love with her ; but a child like that it'sabsurd:" and so he rose to go. "Uy the way, Mignonne," he said, "I quite forgot it, but I have an en gaffi meut. My cousin has just returned, and I must go and welcome her. 1 am going to bring her around some time to see Jack's pictures and you. I am sure you will like her," and so he departed, smiling. l'.ut M iguonne, oddlv enough, did not smile as the door closed after him. The Ore needed attention again, and, kneel ing down to look at it, two bright tears fell on the coals. Aud why ? Weren't she and Mr. Yanderventer "excelleut friends V" Had he not just told her that he "liked her. too?" And was she not a very pretty little girl, who would some day have uumerous lovers V It was very foolish and childish of her. cer tainly but then she was only a little girl, and little girls, as well as bigoues, are verv silly sometimes. Yes, Frederiea Yanderventer had re turned, and had apprised her devoted cousin of that fact moreover, she was extremely glad to see him wheu he ap peared, and was in the niost amiable and charming frame of mind ircagina b'e. "It was too trying for you to be obliged to desert us," she said. "I found it very dull after you left. After one is engaged, you know, she is rather set aside and as I promised not to flirt, I felt obliged to keep faith." Of course I'hilip Yanderventer was delighted to have his atlianced return to town ; of course he had felt wretchedly unhappy and out of sorts during her absence, but. some way, he seemed a little distrait and ill at ease that even ing, and even Frederiea noticed it. ' How have you pjient your time?" she asked, as he stood by thu piano turning her music and trying to look inexpressibly happy, but succeeding only iu looking tremendously bored. '1 heard from the Claxton's that you hail gone picture mad odd yon didu't mention it in your letters. They said vou were s! udving with an artist Shan ilVr I think tell me about it." 'Cliandrau the name is. I have been tolas studio frequently, I'll take you there sometime ; you would like his pictures, I think." "He has a sister, I believe,''? she le:!t forward, in her pretty, near-ie'hted way, to look at her notes, and then looked up at him. "Is she pretty ?" lie laughed, and then grew suddenly grave. "Very," he answered, "one of the loveliest faces that I ever saw, but a mere child aliout fourteen I should judge. You must go with me aud see her Fiedenca, I am sure you would think tier a charming little girt as 1 do ;"' and then he sauntered lazily away to pay his respects to his aunt before ileiuu-ting. The next day he did not appear at the studio, nor the next, but the third day, when Mignonne was working busily at her own little window, a grand car riage drew up at the door, and looking out. she saw Iliilip Yanderventer smil ing up at her, but he was not alone ; a tall, fair faced young lady, dressed in the height of fashion, was witn him, an i ihey came up the narrow stairway together. "Mr. Chandran, Frederiea," said Mr. Yanderventer, "my cousin, Mi.-s Yanderventer, Chandran ;" and then Miss Yanderventer went into lady-like raptures over the pictures and wonder ed, ailmired, and criticised, after the manner of young ladies in studios from time immemorial, until it was time to depfirt. "15y the wf.y," she said, as she drew her shawl around her. "I hear that you have a sister, Mr. Cliandrau, Philip has spoken of her so admiringly that I really want to see her," but although Jack departed in search of her, no Mig nonne could be found, and Miss Yan deventer was obliged to content herself with a look at the sketch which her cousin produced from some mysterious hiding-place. "I really wish you painted portraits," was her last gracious remark to Jack, "1 should surely have mine painted," aud so she deprted her shimmering silks, her filmy laces, her dainty gloves, and her almost imossi ble bonnet, making her the centre of attraction in the shabby street, and I'hilip Yanderventer went with her and shared her glory. iSonie way, now that Frederiea had arrived, I'hilip Yanderventer was not so frequently at the studio. Frederiea, and Frederica's wants and whims oc cupied his time pretty thoroughly, but whenever he could eseaiie to the com fort ing shabbiness and unceremonious ness of Giueck street, he did so. Frederiea was nice, charming, in every way a niodei fiancee, but, some way he never felt quite at use with her. There was nothing childish, un formed or fresh about her; she had tieen "in society" until she was per fectly acquainted with its entrances, exits, and complications, and was a thorough young lady of the world in every respect. Her cousin admired her, appreciated her beauty, her man.iers and her con versation, and had fallen into the family arrangements without a murmur ; had been congratulated as a "lucky feilow" by his envious flit nds, and had taken it for granted that he was one indeed, without exerting himself to think much about it any way. Latterlv, however, lie had begun to see things a little dif ferently ; he had found himself once or twice, differing with the "divine Fred erica," he began to think vaguely, that perhaps eye-glasses were not the pretti est things in the warld, and to object to being perpetually hemmed in by his aunt's rigid rules ani restrictions. Therefore, after a little,the monotonous engagement was enlivened by little dif ferences which, between a couple less high in the social scale, would have been called downright quarrels after which Philip would retire to Giueck street for comfort and consolation. "I don't know what I should do without a little friend like you," he s id to SI ignonne, during one of these seas ns of recuperation. soUd couiwn w run away from everybody and come here for a while." "Away from everybody," repeated Mignonne with wondering eves, "away from Miss yanderventer, sir r" "Bother Miss Yanderventer I" said Philip rudely (the truth was, he and Frederiea had not agreed very well that morning ; she had expressed dis pleasure at some trivial occurrence and he, not being in the sweetest of tempers bad taken umbrage accordingly.) am glad to get away from everybody, I am cross and disagreeable don't mind what I say tbat 8 a good child," and so Mignonne went on with her drawing. and he sat and looked at her in silence. A sudden thought struck him after a while, "Mignonne," he said, acting on the impulse of the moment, "did you ever go to the theatre r" The great dark eyes looked up at him eagerly. "Ouce or twice," she said, "witti jacK." "Would you like to go with me sometime, if Jack didnt mind V The look on her face answered him, and half-laughing at the pleasure which shone in her eyes, he sauntered away to arrange the matter with Jack. It was Monday now, he was engaged every night until lhursday, L-ut then i reder ica was going out of town, and Thurs day evening was his own they would go then and so Mignonne was formally incited. J-iUCKiiy, 1 tulip anderventer was not much at the studio during the in tervening days, and he knew nothing of the worry and bother of preparation into which Mignonne plunged, aud. when the night came, he little susjiected the surprise in store for bnu. It was a few minutes before the de signated time that he came into the litt'.e sitting-room, and Jack sat there alone, dubious and unhappv. "What's the trouble, Chandrau?" asked his visitor, "lou look aj though you had lost your last friend. What is It?" "I am afraid I have," answered Chandran, solemnly. "I feel so don't mind me, 1 am low-spirited you see;" and then Mr. Yanderventer Inquired for Mignonne. "Is the little girl ready?" he asked, and Jack replied with a groan. I should think so" he began, but just then there was a rustle of drapery in the hall, and the door opened. "I am ready," said Mignonne's voice, and then ITiilip turned slowly. Could that be Mignoune? Mignonne of the short frocks aud long braids ? Mignonne, the "little eirl ?" it was Mignonne's face certainly .and Miguonne's shiny hair, but the hair was no longer braided child fashion down her back it was gatheied up in a glorious knot ou the very top of her pretty head, a long, curling, golden-red lock falling here aud there over her shoulders. The short frock was sui- pianted by a prettily-fashioned dress, which, trailing behind her in soft folds. nave a new statelmess to her slender figure, and, as she stood there blushing aud smiling as they looked at her, a sudtlen unaccountable pain smote I'hilip V anderventer's heart. M ignonne was a child no longer ; he had lost his little triena lorever. "Do you not like me as well ?" she said, putting out her pretty hand half timidiv. "Jack is disgusted with me. but 1 am too old for short frocks any more, the dressmaker said." "Plague take the dressmaker I" Inter polated Jack." "I am quite nineteen, you know," this rather defiantly, and so and so here 1 am." "How beautiful she is," thought Philip, as he took Iter hand for a mo ment, and then, with a sudden anger, "what a fool 1 have been I what a fearful and wonderful simpleton I" All that evening he watched the lovely face under the pretty hat. like one in a dream. Not one word that was spoken by the actors did he hear or uuderataud; he even answered Mig nonne at random, and giew almost irri table wheu she laughed at his pre-occu-pation, although he begged her pardon most humbly a minute after. "See," she said suddenly, at the close of the tlrst act, "there is your cousin, Mr. Yanderventer, she is bowing to you." Truly, there was Frederiea, languidly waving her fan, and smiling down upon him graciously looking at his com panion meanwhile, through her eye glasses, with a certain sharp curious admiration. "How very beautiful she is I" said Miguonne; turning to him as he bowed constrainedly to his cousin. "She looks such a grand lady tbat I should be afraid of her," and then, catching sight of bis disturbed face, a crimson flush mantled her very temples, and the quick tears came to her eyes, "O Mr. Yanderventer," she cried, with a pit eous quiver of her pretty lips. "I am so sorry 1 1 wish I hadn't come we can go home now, can't we ?" He turned toward her sharply; not understanding the sudden change, but a look at her distressed face told him how cruelly she had misunderstood him. "She thinks I am sorry that I brought her, now that Frederiea is here," he thought, savagely, and then he answered her, under his breath : "You do not know how unjust you are to me, Mig nonne, in your thought." "Ah, Yanderventer, how are jou ? Your aunt sent me to summon you and your friend to seats in her box by the way, introduce me,'' this last in an aud ible whisjier ; and Philip Vanderventer, in a singularly mixed state of mind Iierforuied the introduction. "Captain Meriton, iliss Chandran," inwardly raging at the look of undis guised admiration on the gallant Cap tain's face, and then he hesitated for a moment. Should he go, or should he not? after all. perhaps it would be best to face the difficulty at once : a brave front is best under all circusk stances,and so, overcoming Mignonne's timidity with a laughing "nonsense," he olieyed his aunt's behest. "Miss Chandran, my aunt, Mrs. Yanderventer ; my cousin, Miss Yan derventer." The worst was over with now, and he breathed more easily. His aunt looked a shade grimmer than usual, but Fred erica was gracious hi the extreme. The little shyness and timidity in M'g nonne's manner at first was simply charming, and Frederiea, looking at her through the inevitable eye-glasses, with her eyebrows raised a trifle, was evidently favorably impressed. "Why did you tell me such a wretched story ?" she whispered to her conscience stricken cousin. "I'll never forgive you for trying to deceive me, sir," and then, aloud, "1 concluded, at the last minute, not to go, you see, and sent a note to you, but yon weren't in. Do you like the play, Miss Chandran ?" and so the curtain rose on the second act. AM Sirough that ewning, rhiljp Yanderventer sat communing with himself. How the world bad changed to him in the last few hours how bit terly haid it would be to go on with the old life to-morrow. The old life with all the brightness taken away from it for be was engaged to his cousin and in the clear light which had come to him at last, he saw that he loved Mig nonne little Mignonne aud her alone. "Jffrcif" it was Frederica's voice, and Frederica's eye-glasses were diiect ed toward him, "how dull you are, Philip. Captain Meriton is crucifying himself to entertain us, and you ae not assisting him in the least. Has anything gone wrong, sir ?" There was a keen, but not unkindly look in the blue eyes behind the glasses, a look which deeiened as he roused himself to answer, with a jest, and then she turned away. "I shall call upon you again, very soon. Miss Chandran," she said, very graciously, as they rose to go. "You were not in when I came before and you must come and see me you and Philip," and then riiilip, busy with his aunt's draperies, was astonished to ee his stately cousin bend and kiss Mig nonne warmly. Some way lie aduiired her more at that moment than he had ever done before in his life, aud then she gave him her hand, not languidly, as usual, but with a cordial pressure of friendliness. It was decidedly odd the more so that she turned, at the last moment, aud said, in her old, imperious way, "Come anil see me to-morrow, at five I think you will have something to tell me. Good-night 1" aud she was gone. What a delightful walk that was with Mignonne. She was so happy, so entirely pleased with her whole evening, so full of anticipations of "what Jack would say," when he knew about it ; It was simply charming to hear her talk, but suddenly, as they drew near her door, she paused a moment. "I had almost forgotten," she said, "your cousin asked me to give this to you ; 'it is a surprise,' she said, and she thought it would be a pleasant one," and she gave him a folded slip of paper. They were near a street lamp, and he unfolded the little missive hastily, his lingers trembling as he held it ; it was a note iu Frederica's delicate, unsteady hand. "I have read your story in your face to-night," it said, "and take the reston sibihty of breaking an engagement which ought never to have been made. We shall be better friends than lovers. Your Mignonne is a darling, and I am sure you will be happy ; and I and I am sentimental enough to be glad of it." and that was all. For one moment, Philip stood look ing at the little slip of paper which had brought such a change to his life ; oddly enough he liked his cousin Frederiea more at that moment than he had ever done before and then he turned to Mignonne. "Uead it," he said, and he w-atched the bright color rise over the fair face as she did so. "Mignonne," he said, at last, "Mig nonne," and then the lovely, blushing face looked up at him, the heavy eye lashes glittering with sudden, happy tears, and there hi the little, narrow, deserted street, Philip Yanderventer bent and kissed her, not once, but many times. "Mignoune, my little Mignonne, my very own always," he whispered, and she did not draw away from him, or answer "no." The Hotel Clerk The most troublesome guest in the world is the new Congressman from the rural district. He will come to Wash ington and order a suite of rooms for his family, an office for himself and reception rooms for his constituents. He will then ask the price, and when he finds. out that it is going to cost him something, he will" finally condesceud to take a back room on the fourth floor or go to a boarding hotie. The trou ble with him is that he don't know that he is not so big a man bere as he is at the Four Forks cross roads. He is the same individual who never sat at a dinner of courses in his life, and don't know how to live like a civilized being. He conies here and gorges himself on rich food, guzzles whiskey and wine, and then when he becomes sick, he curses the climate of Washington. There is another class almost as bad, who are not used to traveling and who do not know good fare or good service when they get it, and are continually finding fault with the servants, the lo cation of their rooms, with this, that and the other, and in nearly every case these people are those who have nothing at home. The commercial traveler is exacting, knows what he wants and when he gets it, and he will take every privilege he can ; but as a rule he is easy to manage, because he knows how to take care of himself. He is usually a bright mail, jolly and good natured, and makes the best of everything. As a class Xew England people are the nicest guests we have. They are self reliant, quick, understand themselves, are accustomed to traveling, and are neither too familiar nor too backward towards the other guests. The bridal couples are the easiest to attend to, for they are usually too happy to realize the difference between good food and indifferent. They all want the best rooms, though, and are mostly willing to pay lor them, lue old plan oi a bridal chamber has played out, as it was a little too conspicuous, but au old hotel clerk can spot a bride and groom as tar as He can see mem. i here is something in the manner that an exper ienced eye can catch at once ; it sug gests a lack of experience, a want of knowledge of bow they should carry themselves, and many youthful couples give themselves away by endeavoring to appear independent ana by overdo ing the matter. A common trick of a bridegroom is for him to telegraph ahead i for a room, or a suite of rooms for him self and wife, aud when he comes he will neglect to register properly. 1 hen be gets red in the face when the clerk j teils him of his error, and sometimes' he squares the matter by saying "let's have a drink on that." Paper Bottle. A frreat trade in Daier bottles is grow ing up in Germany and Austria. Ten per cent, or rags, torty or straw, ana fifty of brown wood pulp are used in mnbirnr thenv Thin t littler is coated and impregnated with a solutioa com posed of sixty per cent, or aenorinatea fresh blood, thirty-five of lime, and five of sulphate of ammonia; dry and coat again; put ten or twelve sheets togeth er and then dry in heated moulds under nrmanra Tbev am made in two Dieces and joined atterwara, anu are saia w be pei feet lv Drouf anainst spirits aud Hi Sons of Gum. John William Blank belonged to the Ancient and Modern and Hurhlv Hon orable Soni of Guns of Detroit. If it wasn't that, it was some other fraternal order which meets every Monday night ana pays so much to the heirs of every Biemlier who happens to die. John William happened to die the oth er month, and a committee was appoint- ul t" trifl roOAlnlUnaanil ..Mount 1 1 w.ti. .V i.I V CTVI UbllllU au IICnTUk luriii to his wife in person. The first part of their duties was fulfilled to the entire satisfaction of the lodge, but the cohv mittee had some little trouble in find ing Mrs. Blank. They traced her trom one neighbor to another, and finally found her at her sister's, hat and shawl on ready to go out. "Resolutions of sympathy, eh? Well, read 'em." The chairman of the committee nro - ceeded to read that John William was a good husband and kind father and a . io of theever-splashingfounUins, citizen of unapproachable integrity, 1 .r V111" 'of th colonades. when the widow interrupted. j A ? Unce at ",eJr,ber rTer ne:ir1 bv. I "Too much taffy! We used to have a made yu ?a f its deep-sunk Hood fight every week, and as to his being tbat seeuied to boil and ooze sluggishly a kind father, we never had any chil- 1 ,a the 8lm- The castle of St. Angelo. dreiu As for his integrity, he stole all '. vr yonder, w hich was once the tomb of the wood we burned last winter. Hadrian, regained a part of its original i The chairman gulied down some- ! P!!ri!ot,eTthu 1 of,.a huAe, ? for . thing and continued to read that Johu J" th rellcs ot th? Cawars, over I William was an upright brother, a man which the archangel-weathercock exult with a heart full of svmpathy for the 1 ln the bright air, like a mounting i misfortunes of others, and that charity . fl;lIue- The sky. absolutely peeled of and forgiveness were the beacon fires clou,,s' ,was a cauldren of blue crystal which sruided bis footsteps. in which molten turquoise was all aqui- "Fudge!" sneered the widow. "I e'- wonder that we had was'ied for the money to pay his dues "f1 i t!,,e aU-embracinj cathedral to the lodge, and all the sympathy any , church of the. W01Tlt' r?r nfu ag"t one got out of him wouldn't buv a J the beleaguering light? cent's worth of court plaster. For- Here within, all was dim and twi giveuess! Well, some of you ought to ! light-like and sweet; even the faded, have sat down on his hat some timel and ever-fading incense was sweet. It He'd have reveuge if it cost him a year I in state prison. Beacon fires is purty ! good, considerin' that we never had a ; decent stove in the house!" ! "Madam your husliand has been call '. ed hence." j "Exactly; I was at the funeral and ought to know." "He was cut dowu like a flower." "We'l, Ilowers ought to let whiskey and saloous and plug-tobacco and old sledge alone." "And we trust that our loss is his gain." "Well, if he is any better off I'm I glad on't., but 1 guess the gain is ou I your side. Now that's au 1 waut to j hear. I can pick up a thousand better j men with my ees shut. I'm iu a bur I ry to go down and see a woman who I offers to sell a fur-lined circular for 115, ' aud if you have any more highfalutiu Shakespeare to git off my sister will take it in and save it till 1 come back." The Happy Claiu. "Do you know that the more clams are dug and eaten the faster they will j increase? Clams, like religions beliefs, thrive from persecution. They really j seem to enjoy being dug, cooked and eaten. It seems to be their inspiration. There is no danger whatever of the one 0f the party wearying of the mono exhaustion of the crop. There are tony of the church, more clams iu the ground to-day than I Xo sooner said "than done. A cour ever before." teoug ecclesiastical guided us up the tou are speaking now of the genu- inclined plane that led heavenward by iue .cw r.iii;iauu ciaiusr ' "Yes. I am not shaking of auahaugs. The ew Yorker, in bis ignorance, calls nearly all shell fish by the general name of clam. The Xew Yorker means well he means well, but he don't know. Now we of Boston. under the shadow of Bunker Hill uiouuutei.L. iuiu a geuuuie ciaiu wnen we see it We are not inextricably niixed np with 'long clams,' round clams,' 'little neck clams' and the like. "How many varieties are there Of the true clam?" "One only in shaie; two :n color. The true clam is what the Manhat tanite designates as the 'long clam.' Some have white shells and some black, according to the nature of the soil in which they grow. The quahaug is what is known among those strange leople as the 'round clam,' and the 'little neck clam' are simply small quahaugs. They are eaten raw, like oysters, but the full grown quahaug requires to be chopped aud made into chowder in order to pass as first-class shellfish. "Large quantities of clams are dug along the shores of Naragansett Bay. They are dug more easily there than along the shores of Boston harbor, be cause the soil is looser and not so hard and clayey. The Rhode Island clam digger takes out a hoeful of mingled soil and clams, dumps it in into an iron basket, and washes away the soil by sousing the basket up and down in the water. Around here the soil is too hard to dissolve easily, and the clams must be picked out. The looser the soil the faster the clams will propagate." "What is the best way to cook a clam?" "In Indian style: Scoop a shallow hole iu the sand aud line it with large beach stones; build a fire of wood on the stones, and when they become red hot clean off the fire and ashes; throw on a light covering of seaweed. The salt steam arising from the rockweed cooks the clam and makes a dish fit for the table of Olympian Jove. You want to eat a baked clam at least ouce before you die. Itrlc-a-tirmo. A peculiar fact is told in connection with the recent sale of the Fountaine collection of bric-a-brac in London, the : sale, of which realized a total of 4V... 655. It seems that in 1808, when it ..r., f nh. vin.,,wi f ' Addison in Westminster Abbey there was difficulty in finding a trustworthy portrait for the guidance of the sculptor. At length it was determined to use a head-size picture of the great essayist which had been in Holland House for many generations, and was always sup posed to be a portrait of Addison. The statue iu the Abbey was accordingly copied from this work; but some time afterwards it was discovered that the picture in Holland House was in reality a portrait or Mr Andrew ountaine The statue placed in Poet's Corner in i ,.f a .i.i i.f , i a portrait of his friend, the founder of the liorford collection. The story is told in detail in a pamphlet, "The lt nuance of a Portrait," published in 1S5S. KRrl. i i fif.ni !fr T-'of bipatwTfd or oualnlo umvU. con. rapUly than fcT UeI)ending npon .,,.,i .nJ..r L.i, kJl.t. Within Bed Hot Ball. 1 T. .. . L " one August day the twenty- j D or, a v? auniversary-inai a , P'"1 t,f f"tnd' f?.un? temlv' m thf dhadow of the Cathedral of St Peter at Rome. As we lounged about in the twilight of the basilica, we remembered with a sigh of relief, the glowing square j " ! 1 outside, the tapering obelisk in its cen so like the one in New Y ork the fountains spurting up their water dust UkeJ?rea.t snow-white tiger-Ullieastriped I with rainbows, and the outstretched j colonades of the sculptor-architect. Ber nini, closing round the front of the church like the claws of a gigantic 1 crab. Ever? cobble-stone in the square j had sent a flmiy gleam right into our . uotic nerves aim ngiiieu up luo iace ot the church till its yellow colors seemed ! on nre- .ln?re was no coolness any ! w,,ere 10 w. wund. except m trie neign- i was delightful to touch the cold niar- bles, to handle the moist wings of the "young-eyed cherubim" that npheld the mighty basin of tau benite, to put the palm of the hand against the icy j porphyry and the shuddering malachite. ' Away up yonder in the vast arch of the j dome, the feathery quill of St. Mark j seemed to waft down coolness upon the pilgrims below; the tomb of princes ' and prophets around were ice chests ; stored with vitality in comparison with the heat and languishment without; I the chapels behind the iron gratings were redolent with mountain breezes in the coolness which they suggestively breathed upon us. The silvery tone of the interior of the church was tranquili zing. No painted glass threw tumbled spots of blood and fire on the sensitive ihxir or concentrated in their glassy flowerbed the humors and passions of the sun. The air was rich and still and filtejed; the panes of white glass were J nebulous, the long-drawn aisles were ! forest vistas full of shade; Vallonibrosa ! itself itself could not be moisteror dim mer than the perfect arch of the dome crowded with its far withdrawn mosaics. Had it been a cathedral of ice with pillars of ice, we could not have been more refreshed. T-t's po un Into thn roof." cried an ascent so easy that you could ride up on horseback or roll up in a carriage aud four. "It's go up into the dome," cried another, finishing his hasty survey of the small town that has spniDg up on the roof of the church. The masons aud workmen, you must know, live nere Gu top and their supplies are limno-hr. un In them nn dorilcpv haclt- j rhev succeed each other ln regular lereditary line and the right of living .n this atrial is handed down from . father to son. So off we started on the climb of the lome, in and out of winding staircases. with littie flashes of light shooting in on us through loop-holes as we climbed. Ireseutly we came to gilleria that girdles the dome outside like a necklace or the ruche of a Turkish minaret. Here some one dropped his pocket book, and out in every direction. scattered and run and rolled the bright gold coins. How the Capuchin panted, and the Italian contadina pufied, and the Englishman blew, and everybody be-Joved! Evidently nobody had lung complaint. Let's go up into the ball," suggested a third member of the party, scornfully viewing the landscaie at our feet, "this Is nothing!" Everybody started on a run, higher and higher still, up the steep ladder that led from the galleria into the gold en orange that surmounts the dome of St. Peter's. From the ground this orange is really an orange to look at. When you get into it it holds sixteen people! And on the top of this there is what looks like a tiny cross, a mere glittering toy, such as a lady might hang about her neck, or a nun swing to her rosary; but it is seventeenfeet long, fit for the neck of one of the Jack-kUled giants! In we climbed, cautiously, one after the other, through an aperature just big enough to admit a person of ordinary size. There were shts in the mossy bronze through which we were soon gazing out, as through an a; rial spy glass out out far as the eye could see. Wonderfully distinct like a piece of chiseled marble, lay the city of Rome, beneath and about us. The thunder of the Eternal City melted to a musical and almost inaudible murmur as it ?1'Tk!T7T hoUo!' beart of the ball. Far away . . i i i i I , m i: . -. -. i ,i ? !f F in the direcUon of Ostia, there was a of the ivory toothed Mediterranean as it gnawed and chopped the shore. Yon der was the crawling skein of the Tiber, itself in the complicationsof Old Rome, clutching the throat of the city, like yellow fingers of a thug. Three hun dred churches sent up campaniles, clock towers, duomos, of every imagin able shape and size, into the air to meet us. On one side the gardens ef the Vatican, shrouded In shade, made a dark green spot on the earth; and on the other the beautiful terraces of the PampUi Dona and the lines of the J'clvm Hills retreated into lovely unsubstantialized by the deli- cate and beaming vapor that lay be tween. The Protestant cemetery rich in immortal ashes, seemed richer. for j the powerful lens of magnifying air Luiuugu wujuu wo tuo&ou ai iu xas- so's San Onotrio, the sweetest and most sacred spot ln Rome, full of honev-bees, d Jfrapes beloved of the wasps, and .T' "Z. ftS .V"1" wa ? m0lal themselves into the Apennines and emed ready to exhale and with trembling lightness. Stone-pines seamed the hillsides with statuesque shadows, veritable umbrellas of Old Lak-Oie spreading painted dreams over the heads of the good children sleeping beneath them. The obelisks in the great piazzas shot out their pointed snake tougues at the sun. The huge bowl of the Coliseum looked like a tea cup, and the Palace of the Cars was the house of the tm soldier. 1 ou could have hung the Temple of Yesta to your watch chain as a charm, and used the Column of Trajan as a toothpick. 1 be Pincio was a toy garden that would readily slip into your vest pocket. ier- nini's crab claws shrunk to the dimen sions of a shrimp. His holiness, the pope, on his white mule ambling in the Vatican garden was a crumb pulled by an emmet. You. yourself, for the moment were an animalcule inside of a drop of water, looking out through the clear crystal walls on the world at urge. "Air, air!" suddenly gasped some body beside me: "air! I'm suffocating!" How had we been able to stand it even five minutes? Here we were in more than the fiery furnace of the Book of Daniel a red hot ball of flaming bronze heated bv a thousand suns, till one's very hair smelt like burnt feathers. "Air! air!" shouted the Englishman. What was the matter?" Well, the great, greasy Italian co- Uuuna, panting with ambition, had ascended the ladder less agilely indeed, but not less inevitably than we. She had ascended ascended head shoul ders bast middle! There she stuckl Neither up nor down could she ad vance; and there she lay weltering and wallowing in the hole, a huge perspi ring stopper, sealing us up like a bottle of bay rum! "Good heavens!" we all cried; "wo man, will you let us out? Hurry, we are stifling!" An elepliantine roll was the only resionse. Chuck her down!" murmured one of the Englishmen, between his teeth; "she'll be the death of us all." Again the woman swayed helplessly in the bole, her clothes gathering in formidable fluffs about her like life preservers, and herdanglingextremities going through the pendulum drill far below. '"Eave 'er out!" urged the other Englishman who had been a sailor. "Throw her overboard drown her!" The unfortunate contadina lay in the clutch of the hole, caught as securely as the belted Orion. T wirl her extremi ties as she might pendulate oscillate heave revolve; in vain: there she stuck, and the air could no more get through her to our famishing lungs than it could get through the bronze itself. Eight people inside or a brazen globe, hotter than ten thousand egg shells, could not get air enough through the slits of the metal to live on. We should all die! "By the eternal Jericho, I wont die up here, you confounded idiotl" The two took hold of the woman s downwards, like running a cord into a bottle: a fair push, a long push, aud a ' push altogether-and-down she went! I WU1" ol "e"Bu"ul'r, ru-,u i through the neck of the bottle, and we breathed again, we were saved! And so our birthday party in the ball of St. Peter's came to au end. "Oh. I do so much like this book,", said a lady, putting aside, with weari- ness that could not be concealed, a work from the pen of a realistic novel- ist. "Everything is so natural. Why, ' it speaks of the heroine stopping on the ' stairway ana tying ner shoe. Yery thrilling," replied her hus band. "Oh. no, dear, it is not t'irilling, but it is so real. That's what I call fine art." "It was no doubt necessary for the youcg lady to stop and tie her shoe, but I don't know that it was art. Any one, of even slight digital education, can tie a shoe." "Oh, you dont understand. The mere act of tying a shoe implies no art, but the fact that the novelist should have spoken of anything so natural is art." "Then, in your opinion, high art must be easily attained. I am think ing of writing a piece of high art. I j feel the inspiration. Give me pen and naner?" I paier? Turning to a table, he busied hi nisei with writing, and then, calling his wife said: "Here is a chapter from my forth coming book: The calf stood in the''Jaily on the streets, one serves the lot. A horsefly buzzed among the. -uau-iou uouse regularly, leaves of a peach tree. A gray-headed From the complete returns of the man w.th a gout j limp, blew his nose last French census it appears that t!. and let down the back window. The female sex exceeds the mule by 1 -nt calf switched his tail. A hawk flew thus, males, 13,G5o.5ls. females 13 . over and a cnicken squalled. The 778,772. Of the males loiloW arli calf held up his head and said bah. A 1 unmarried. dog jumped over the fence and cau- T,, r-l ,. ;i .., . . , tiously approached the calf. The calf L.n fl ? . snorted and looked intently at the dog. -W, ters-equal to Th .alf r,ah ,,lth Hnt,,.i abollU8'''XJ English miles and an The calf said bah, and the dog tucked bis tail and jumped over the fence.' Now, my dear, is not this reahstic?" "It's disgusting." "It is perfectly natural. Take, for instance, the old man blowing his nose. How life-like It is, quite as much so as the picture of the young lady who tied i hersnoe, X make you tired, ehr I see that you do not like realism." White Plain. c- -v- , , , , , , 1 w wWi,hti:b0rtH"iSeda D0Vel way in which to spend their summer ration Th.. ,i . a uiiuaitBi vto.r wkST "u w"r OI 1 . nunc iiaiua wc Uitix UlSb i stautland tte oldest inhabitants say they f never saw any tnlug equal to that min- : with - m,w wvuvA v ItU a musical melange by the company, ! wnicn nem ine audience spell-bound with horror. The next niec was song by one of the young men, whose . identity was concealed under burnt I cork. The agony of his singing changed tne norror to delirium. lie then attempted a stump speech. This was too much, as the company had recently bells on the ensriae houses, and the po been visited by a peripatetic political lice are to arrest all bova under ir, in orator, and the audience made a wild dash for the stage and cornered the I whole troup in one of the dressing -u.Z ! rooms. But the minstrels got the door barred and kept out the mob while they made terms of peace. One of them Ginally ventured out and set up a whole keg ef beer on the street. There was a demand for two kegs, and wniie tne dispute was yet tinder way the other five minstrels escaped by a back door to their hotel and lock- ed themselves ln their rooms. They are supposed to have spent the 0W acres, 2.500. C00 are now thu re night in devising another plan of turned. The forests of Europe are es spending their holidays as they took Umated to cover 0OJ,OX), un acres, or ilia drat tmin ur aiM nearly 20 per cent, of the surface of tha continent. NEWS IX BKIEF. Leprosy is said to be alarmingly oa the increase on the Pacific slope. The system of hydropathy was prac ticed by the Arais in the tenth cen tury. London has 43 theatres, including the suburban houses, an increase of 25 in about twenty years. A leather cannou was proved a1" Edinburgh in 1T7S, tired three time and pronounced gxd. A Chinese d-ictor is reported to have been thinirng out the vicinity oi Dead wood. Dakota, lately, There are several soils of lishrs which are armed with poisonou spines, aud manv which have poisonoiw flesh. Yauilla.inoruinately used.a French savan is said to have discovered, lead to a disease which is called "Yaivi lisni." Twenty years ago the number e Protestants of all denominations m Parts was 15, tX); the total is at pres ent 44,000. There are 2')0 varieties of cherrM. CO of apricots, of i-eaches, l'7 of pears and 2JT of plums, a pomol.eriea1 , writer says. Twenty years ago there were but twelve women doctors iu the Tinted States, and now there are more than eight hundred. Baltimore, it is said, possesses a master of a vessel who has acted iu thai capacity for sixty years without losing a boat or a man. The whole imjiort of frozen mca for hist year was about 200,01 n) carcasses equal to one week's nieat-coiisuiur-tion for London. While the debt of our republic liar been reduced to S1,543.0ih"mmi. that cf France is almost 4,iM),iw,i.w, ana still rolling upward. Xew Mexico embraces 77.5-;i;.f,l''j acres of land, on which almt 5.0nO.(X't head of cattle, over 3,000, 00 of which are sheep, are kept. South Georgia and FIoi-ida.it is ex pected, will throw upon the market this season about three thousand car loads of water-melons. There are more colored people lu Geoigia than there are Indians in tha whole country. Georgia's nero popu lation is about 72r,'J. A poor yield of castor bean.? in 1-vS.i has discouraged their planting m Kan sas this year, ami the area fell olf nearly 75 per cent, or o'J.-iJ'l acres. The piano-forte used by Beethoven during the latter part of his life is on. sale at Zurich. Its genuine ss is vouched for by documentary proofs. The loss of life by the lochia earth quake is now estimated as hii:!i as 8,' 000. The precise numlier of lives hwt will perhaps never be knowu. An a'ronautie oVtchincr.t of en gineers has beeu formed m Berlin, and is hard at work learuin g tho art and practice of military ballooning. ;rtween two and three thousand tons of silt are used annually on the Pacific coast, in the redaction of silver ores and other metallurgical o-rations. Seventy-nine geographical societies, distributed throughout the world, weie in existence as the beginning of thl year, with a total inembershiij of 000. The "Bo" tree, in Araarr.poor.i Burmah, is said to be the oldest tree ,m earth. Thed.te of its piantin ' 2S B. C., rests, it is claimed, upon histoid documents. Frank Johnson, of Osceola. III., hid in a cave a year ago on the approach of a cyclone and cannot be made to leav his retreat. His wife carries provisions to him. Suicides are increasing in France. Last year's statistics show that tho number of women who died by their own hands was one thiid more than the number for 1SS2. London has seventy-six guilds, en dowed by wealthy benefactors for th benefit of the differeut trades, and their trust proierty alone yield an income oi i'iiJO.OOO annually. In the five years from 1-77 to Wl A V . i i.ue average anuu;u loss or i;rnisii st;i- J'f In 1 't had risen to JU i' and "iul reached J,,XW at tho aate oi the latest returns. The Lord Mayor or Dublin, Charln Dawson, M. P., is a baker, and of his numerous wagons that are to be seen aggregate capital of about threo hun dred millions sterling. Three-fourih.i of them are State lines. It is stated that on one of the arim of a mumni'ed countess buried in the dead chamler in the Cathedral at. Bremen, and who diet! l."T years ago. " weu-preserveu triove ot tne sty .a known as the Sarah Bernhardt. At Bingera, Xew South Wales, tl e discovery of a new diamond field has been reported, which promises to riva; the Kimlrlcy d-arn'md deposits of va-snth Afrt-a . t. . '- . " vira'iri.U'lc Il'illlurr or nne rtuimouds have been disco vereo in the last few months. . thoiI3l mum tales are believed lie ?n 501116 one hundred catacombs in an immense necroiHjlia. "whose di.- . i--r , cowry by a Prof. Maspero, at Ikmeen, """-'"auu a neocs is rcponeu. 'Much papyri, jewel and fuueral treas-- ures expected. The Mayor of Oakland.Cal., has or- flered the revival of the old custom of nnzins the curfew bell everv evening at 9 o'clock, with responses frora th the street after that hoar. -r,.. -v- .r , r , . . . L Zi,. ,u", . ," y kMa oy a recently completed inventory, con- tains 'J.oUOjO volumes. The cabinet of manuscripts contains 92,'j volumes, either bound in lxards or in portfolio as well as 144,UOu medals of ail period both French and foreign. I Out of a total area of nearly 21,000. 000 acres, the woods and cointa -.? Ireland are now less than 330, Olki acres. In Great Britain, out cf nearly 57.C V. k .t -
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