iiisiii B. F. BOHWEIER, THI OOIBTiTUTlOJ-THJ IIII0J-AI3 TSX ZROXOEXSR 07 THE HB. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XLII. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. TENNA.. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 4. 1SSS. NO. 15. Hani e. A roan en tail 1 a dukIod 4 .od furoub it throughout; A men can build a palace. With of y walls and ntut; A man ran build a Tei.ite, With Miio and ppacioas dome; Put no ui.in Id tba world can bull,! That precious thiu called Home. 8o't!trrT faculty Of women far aud wide. To turn a cot or palace Idto nomelhlnfc else bealde. Where bro 'her, eons and husband tired. With wi.linn footMep come. A pla of rret where loTe abounds, A perfect klngilgui Uutoe. IV ROARING FORK. The sun's rays Eltete 1 through the Jense foliage of the trees on the banks 3t Koaring Fork, where that boisterous itream flowed noisily over rocks in its wiM haste to unite with the waters it the It d river. The meagre teams of luollrfht fell gently upon the disheveled dark locks of a young girl, the was seated oa the moss -covered, gnarled routs of a large tree. Her slender, dark hands held a fishing-pole steady, li la her larse, velvelry dark eyes were fastened iutently upon the cork that bohtied up and down on the sur face of the stream, in obedience to the wind that played gently over the Koar lng Fork. Turee reautl'ul speckled fish of good i:ie, now and then luade a slight undu lation of the water at her feet, tn the vain effort to free themselves Irom the forked stick on which she had secured them. The girl could not have been more than sixteen. he was piump in figure, with good features, and a pair of soul ful dark eyes, that had a world of sad uess in their depths. She was dressed tu a faded gowu if some coarse b'.ue material, which had been maile with out regard to any pmticular style, past or present, and tilled lier form pHrIy. coming only to her bare brown ankles. Altogether, site was a wild, dark little creature, that looked not rnlikea natu ral p.trt of that picturesque sylvan icene round about the Koaring Fork, a; d n irht have been taKen for a larger jister to the beautiful wild flowers that bloomed in such prodiga ity ou its banks. A footstep fi ll on the hearing of the girl. She turned her head in the direc tion from whence the sound came. A man wa; coaiiug towards her. Tue g'.rl recognize! h m at once and a deep frown I roue the calm of her coun te nance. The man that approached her was a haiiihome, devil-may-care sort of fel low, thirty-five years of age or there abouts, t ill und graceful in manners, with K"'.'lt'ii hair and whiskers, ami restless, penetrating eyes of gray. A somewhat cruel, sardonic expression cou-tantly hovered around his small inouth, and, Inst now, as he stopped above her nu the bank. It seemed to expand ami render his handsome face more repellent to the girl, whose dark eyes strove to read bis thoughts. For several tmxueuta he occupied a graceful attitude ou the bank overlook ing ti e girl's retreat without speaking. Neither did she utter a word, nor give any sign (hat he was near her, other tbati to Ux her wondrous eyes upon him in distrust aud repulsion. At length the fellow broke into a laugh, not pleasant by any means, and tie said: "You don't like me. Wild B ri of the Koarlng Fork, do you?" "You don't reckon I hev any call ter like ye, do ye, Bert Coles?" she re torte'l, her eyes blazing. "Well, really, now, that Is a some what embarrassing! question," he re plied, mockingly. 1 suppose that mls lonary fool you started to school to bad taught you it is a Christian duty to love everjb U ?" "That don't mean fur us ter love tlier uc'y Join's an Loss steaiiti. an' whisky snitigglin," answered the girl, peaking tiowlv. The man bit his lips to suipiess the anger her implied charges called up, while big tears welled up la the g'.rl's eyes as she re mnntred the kind missionary to whom she had been sent to ehool two years auo, but from which she bail been recalled to the deathbed of ber mother. Mie hail nver returned to school, deeming it her duty to stay with her lonely father, in his little calun far up the wild Koarlnz Fork. liert Coles evidently deemed it wisest to change the subject, for he said: "We. I, Lenita, I can tell you one tlix.g worth heeding. You won't catch a sing'e fish as long as the wind bobs your cork that way, if jou sit there tin your raven tresses turn w hite a those blossoms over yonder," and he lauphed scaln. "l'ou don't know nothln' erbout it, Bert ClI-s," slie returned. "I've ketched three already, an another's been nihblm'; but your talk's sorter K'art him, I guess," Wh-!ch, I suppose, is a mild hint that I mould either 'button my lip' or decamp instantly; eh, Lenita?" he sked, leaning coolly back against a urge pecan tree that spread Its green branches over the girl, and sent dark ling shadows out over the water before ter. t "The trees is better company fur me w sou.e lolks is," replied the girl, 't!i a tl.iii iu her eyes. "Thank you." he returned, and his "ilea rang out more pleasantly as he removed his broa.i-b. immed hat and gracefully ran o"e shapely while hand throuci, his golden curls. '-Your iran k uess is ouite refieshing. Leuita. d 1 heard more fraukness and less Cattery fiom your x years aBo. 1 jD'gntnot now be what I am.auout- from justice, hid.ag here in tne inJiaa Territory," and the man rested vi tJ ajilUlst lhe Pl,m ot his hand, wane his thoughts were of fiU past, its ;ot, oi portunities, iu course of reck eas dissipation. t-ellUn retuainp.l .i!nr. ITAr inJered acros the Koarlng Fork to crposite lank, where the alder's uwJ.tUky blossoms nodded to and dim ll.'e a'u 8,,ulu w'nJ. a"J re1 w.iii-ked amonir tne blanches. "e itl Po4ses:e.l little learning, but as of a thoughtful turn of inind. whit 1'1ke'1 Ht tt wild flowers, so bmi ei"bl,-tlis ot purity, and the red Unt '"''"strious, the secret of con and hut i.iness. Lenita wondered ! ' ei'""e'I ty our Father JT iih s-o great intelligence, so eiy tossessMl tlie simple purity of lunw b!,,,"us. and attainel to the rpi itss of the bird. bef llavy.ai'''li fro,u th man recalled h... ,!a'1 almost foi gotten that v -i,:."n"ou-. VI nlta", Is your u" eT to-day, Le f of i,i.? !u'fcd. 'ter several moments Was at the Cab:& when I come away," answered the girl, fixing Ler dark eyes full upon htm. "But I want ter tell ye, Bert Coles, I don't want you-naa ter git my pap inter no more devilment. You know well nuff what 1 mean. If you-uns will do what's 'gin the law, ye hev no bus'nesa ter git other ter help yer In yer evil doin's. Tap 'ud do right wed an' stick ter hi religion If it wasn't fur you-uns. But he's that easy to gin lu ter some body else's mind, that when you-nns comes eround our cabin with yer smooth tongue, he alius gin's In.' Lenita had risen to her feet and stood with flushed face and flashing y?s confronting the handsome outlaw, who only smiled in his habitual fashion as she went on speaking. When she had finished he mae her a courtey, and, putting his hat on bis head, he said: "I am much cb'ijed to yon, Misa Lenita, for the oration Just delivered, aud although I should like to hear more, I am pressed for time and must leave you. However. I will think over what you demand, but not to-day." and he hurried off in the direction of the cabin, up the creek. For a short time Lenita remained standing wiiere Bert Coles had left ber. Atter a while, she pulled out the fish ing line, and removing the half de voured bait, she wrapped the line round the long cane stalk which served as Ashing pole. As she was tbusengageJ, the sound of a pmy's boots striking the rocky path caught her ear. A moment later, a fleet-footed cony came into view on the opposite side of the Koarlng Fork. The girl's dusky cheeks turned crimson as she recogniz 1 both pony and ruler. The rider greeted the girl, and theu he drew rein by the stream's tile and allowed his pony to drink of the cool, limpid water, lie was a young man of twen'.y-one or two, perbap. and sat on his pony Lke-a prince. The dark eyes, stiaiht black hair an! small jetty mustache that lent considerable beauty to his dusky Lice, all b. spoke the Indian blood in his veins. He was dressed after the ni in ner of the b-jst educated and most civilized ol the citizens ot th- Indian Territory, and not iu the half fantastic style of c jstuuie supported by a certain cidss there. The belt, bristling with weapons, which euclrclej his waist, was not the Insignia of border rullian ism. as is so often the case with young felljws so equipped. Scott Uedleaf, as the young Chickasaw was ca'leJ, was deputy sheriff in the district including the Koarlng Fork region, where Le uita and her father lived in their Iso lated cabin. Lenita knew Scott Redleaf well, and she had loved him for his manliness ever since the day. several months ago, when he had projected her from the insults of a debased character aud drunken brute. Scott Uedleuf, too, had been strangely drawn towards the lonely, unlearued virl in whose veins flowed some of the blood of his owu nation, and he was very happy to Lave met her this moruing. Alter crossing tire creek the young man sprang lightly from the sadill, aud leaving the pony to feed on the grass that irrew along the woodland path, be approached Jenita. and . told her his business there, iu that part ot the Hearing Fork. Some pjnies belonging to a ranchman in Texas had been run over the lied river into the Chickasaw Nation, and were believed to be concealed some where u the Koariug Fork. He told her that liert Coles was the leader In the matter, aud it was generally be lieved that her father was implicated and suspected of screening the chief tf the outlaws and his gang. "For your sake, Lenita, I am willing to let your father off on his promise to encourage such law-breaking no more," Scott Uedleaf said, "but Bert Coles and bis followers must suffer what penalties the law has in store for such criminals as he." He did not ask Lenita if she knew anything about the matter or could tell him of the whereabouts of the outlaw Coles. He bad merely sought her out to warn ber to put her father on bis guard against the posse of men now scouring the country along the Ilo iring Fork to And the headquarters ot the outlaws in hiding somewhere amoug its bold bluffs and deep gullies. B.dding the girl good day, Scott Kid leaf vaulted Into bis saddle and rode off towards the north, taking the opposite bank from the one on which the lone cabin of Joe Frenchy was situated. Lenita gazed after the younj fellow until the trees hid horse and rider frm view. Then, fishing-rod In one baud and flsh lu the other, she walked up the noi y stream to her cabin home, a dark, uninviting abode amid a thicket of wild plum and trailing vines. Joe Frenchy was leaning agiinst bis cabin, pips in mouth, aud bauds thrust laziiv into the pockets of his coarss Jeaus pants. He was a man of forty. tall aud somewiiai given to me uony order of uumauity. His face, however, was bloated looking, revealing to an observer one who Imbibed spirits or "bitters" to a considerable extent. His beard was scant aud Hack. His hair and eyes, as well as his principal feat ures, proved bis Indian blood at once. Above his bead, on the rude logs of the cabin, the skins of several wild ani mals were tacked to cure iu the meagre rays of sunshlue that iwnetrated to that tree-environed liabltalijn. At his feet slept two lank, lean hounds that pricked their ears up as L-uila malenal.zs down the path. The siolid, bloated face or Joe Frenchy redeemed itself as his child came iuto sight. A moment before it had eeemed uoth'ng on earth had power to change the lull expression of his count, nance. Now the lusterless eyes grew bright, and his whole face seemed to glow with different life. Tne power of love is beyond human estimation. Joe Frenchy's acquaintances were wont to sav that if it was not for the love he bore his motherless child, he would have gone to the dogs long ago. As it was, he bad nearly done so auy way despite the great affection he had for Lenita. Yet, that love was able to reclaim him to occasional reforms, lie would break off from his evil associates and declare that he would never touch another drop of whisky again, and for a little time he would bs trulv happy in adhering to his resolves. But the tempters would come, Bert Coles and others, who understood Just how to .ir -nrds of his nature. and, yielding to persuasion, he wouM do again the very things he had pro mised never to do more. As Lenita put ber fish aalde, she nvaa Bert Coles ler see you'uns, Pa"Yes.tie war byar." replied Frenchy. knocking the ashes out of his pipe tha aid of the worm -eaten door. Entering the cabin, he laid nia pipe up ou a projection of a log over the fire-place. Then, putting on his coat, hs prepared to go out again. "Wbar ye gnln. pap?" asked Lenita. stopping In her arrangement of the rude, home-made furniture of the cabin. "Just up the creek a ways, not fur," he replied, trying to evade ber pene trating eyes, which sought his own so earchingly. "Pap, yer needn't try ter fool me; you-uns air goin' among the hills up Koarin Fork, tu holp Burt Coies run off them stold ponies he's tryin to keep hid," and the girl looked dauntlessly Into her father's face. "Waal, what ef I air?'' demanded Frenchy sullenly. "O pap!" she cried, throwing her plump, brown arms round his neck, Yer musn't go; please don't. The woods along Roarln' Fork air full of men tryin ter flu' Bert Coies an his gang. Scott Uedleaf tole me sx He's a hoi pin' ter fia'bim; he's dep'ty, ye know. He says you-uns air 'spec ted o' bolpin the boss thieves, some, but if yon keep away from tiiem he'll let yer oS fur my Bakes. Sj, stay ter home, pap," she pleaded. "I done gin my word ter Bert to show him tne gully wbar Barney's gang nsen ter run tear 'still'ry, up thar, 'fore tiny got scart out by the od'eers; an I 'low I'll do it. Thar, thar! Don't cry, Lenita. I'll promise yer never ter holp Bert again. But I mus' this lime, shuab. Fur ef I don't he'll burn me out or do somethin' wuss." "W'y, pap. ef that's all yer feari of, don't go,' said the girl through her tears. "I'd druther be burnt out an' hev ter live In a boiler tree like a' 'possum, 'an ter holp do what's gin the law an ain't right 'tall." "But Bert's goin' ter gin me a heap o' luouey fur showin' him the gully up ths creek tins time, and if you-ifus air a good girl, I'll Fpend it most all ou gilliii' yer neJr tixin's, ribbons an' sicb," he said trying to pacify her. "1 don't need 'em, pap. A.U 1 want Is fur you-uns ter do right." "We kin iiva like tine folks, Bert says. If I'll holp him. Why, Lenita. you-uns kin put on more style an' any gal along the Koaiin' Fork, when I git that money," be slid, tryiug to tear himself away from her clinging arms. But Ienita would not let him go. "No, pap, yju shan't go. Ye got ter stay ter home." sue said, locking tier arms more li;h'ly round his been. H id it not been Lr the liquor Bert Coles had given him to drink in their interview, Joe Freuchy might have yielded to his child's entreaties. But, warmed by the fluid poison he had im bibed, her opposition roused a demon. ani iu freeing himself from her clasp, he flung her aside with too violent force, an 1 she leil to the floor, a cry ot pain escat ing her as her heal struck lhe roagU bonds. Frenchy did net I ok once upon his daughter to note the result of the 1 ; but he rushed out of the cabin an 1 took tiio little fljwer starred palh up Koariug Fork. For a long time Leuita lay tuoaniug on the flour, holding her baud to a slight wound on the siJe of her head. When sha felt able, she sat np aul looked arouud her. She had been par tially unconscious I f jre, but now she remembered eveiy hing, and a look of mental anguish settled upon her face. She tried to get up, but. she was so dizzy she sat down aain. When she felt somewhat recovered, she spoke aloud: "I've a bl nation ter leave bin, a strikiu' nie down this a-way. liut 1 done giu mother ruy word ter slick ter pap through thick au' thin, an' I reckon I'd be doln' 111 ter up au' leave him alone by hisself. It'd hurt mother power like, in her ang-1 home so fur frum the floann' Fork, ter see me go away from pap, jest 'cause he struck me down." Then she man iged. with the aid of a bench, to get upon her feet. She stag gered to the door, where she got a pan of water. After balhing ber bead in the C3ol liquid she felt much better. and seated nerself on the threshold of the cabin, where the balmy sjutti air played sottly over her face, like the touch of a loving friend. "1 oor pap! ' she said, as big tears filled ber eyes. "He'd been driukin' some o' Bert Col-s smuggled whisky, or he'd never pushed me frum him so cruel like. He never treated me that way before; but he'll feel sorry fur it when he comes back ter blsself. Poor pap!" and the girl wept as she thought of the probable fate of her father. The day wore away. ine sun went down, leaving the b uffs tinged with a wondrous halo of amber and purple. L-nita bail nearl looked her eyes out. and yet Joe Freucti did not come. Had anything belal.en Mm? Her mind pictured a hundred awful fates for him. Yet she waited in great mental torture, by the doorway, ber dark eyes gazing far away iuto the gathering darkness, hoping to calcb a gl;mpse ot bis figure coining borne. Far Into the night abe watched aud wailed thus. It mn-t have D3n near midnight. Lenita was ar her post. Suddenly Joe Frenchy appeared in view down the palh. The rising moon partially lit up the woodland, and Lenita could see that be staggered as be approached the cabin, slowly and laboriously. In a moment, sue was by his side, assisting him to gaii the house. "U, pap, yer shot!" she cried, as her strong young arms supported him across the threshold and to a rude couch in one corner of the cabin. He sank upon the couch with a groan. Lenita stood over him with clasped bands. "O, pap, air ye bad hurt?" she asked. , "Don't be scart, Lenita; but I reckon I'm purty well used up." he answered. How did It happen, pap?" 'It was up In the gully. We'd Just got the ponies run in when the cussed off'cers foun' us. It was sich a s'prise ter the hull of us-uns that we conlJn't do nuthin' but break an' run. Bert an' me broke fur the woods. He got oi without any shot in him, but I got two loads in me." and be groaned "O, pap! O, pap!" was all that the weeping girl could utter. "Don't take on, Lenita. It's all my own blamed meanness. I wouldn't mind yer warnin', but throwed ye like an ole b'ar frum me ter the floor, an' went ter my fate. I only meant ter go this onct more, an' then break off. But I went onct too often. The Lowd never meant fur me tu prosper on money got from Bert for bolpin' him ter hide the poniea up the gully, an' he let the off'cers fln' us out; an now I'm shot, an' the Lowd only knows what'll become of you, my girl," aaid Joe .Frenchy. putting bit big hand on the girl'a bowed head. "'ever mind me, pap; bat let me do something fur you-uns, ter stop yer pain an sich," and the girt, brushing aside ber tears, strove to make the suffering man rest easily. Scarcely had she finished bathing bis feverish brow, when the trampling of horses' feat was heard before the cabin door and the coarse voices of rough men broke simultaneously upon Le nita's bearing. Leaving her father's side, the brave girl stepped to the door Just as a burly fellow with a Winches ter in bis band came before it. A half-dozen other rough looking men, all belonging to the Indian police, stood close behind him. That's Frenchy's gal," said one of the men. "Air you-uns Joe Frenchy's darter?" asked the leader, halting before the girl. Tes sir, I air." replied Lenita, placing herself In the door. "Is yer daddv herer" "He air." "Tell him ter come out an s'render ter onct," ordered the leader. "O, sir! be kain't," cried the girt. "Kaln't, eh? I'll Jest persuade him with U is lnsterment, theu," and Le raised the revolver threateningly. "Please, don't," she cried, never flinching, however, as the rough officer thrust the Winchester almost aaiuf-t her cheek. "Then stand 'side, gal. an' let me tote him out." Hn'. trying ter act ther 'possum, HI," spoke one of the men. "Xo, he's not!" put in Lenita. He's shot; yer gang shot him twice, an' he's lyin' on the bed now, not able ter stand on his fet. O, men!" she ap pealed to them, "if you-uns hev hearts, please Uou't sturb now. lie's su Serin' so!" 'She's tryin ter stan' you-uns off, while her dad crawls out at a winder an' 'scapes!" yelled a rouh In the rear. "That's a fact!" yelled another. "The gal's in with Bert Cole's pang, too, depeu' on't, 'Best her as a 'com plice!" "Yes. 'rest the gal. too. Go ahead. Hi!" came from another in the back ground. "It's Jes' glvm' her dad a chance ter 'scipe," put in another. Through it all Lenita stood, calm and brave, within the narrow door, debarring those rough men from enter ing the cat i i. "Stan' back, gal," roughly spoke the leader. 'or I will 'rest yer, too. fur beuderin' the law on Koarin' Fork." And he was in the act of laying rough hands upoa the girl, when a manly form leaped from bis horse's back and rubbed between them. "Any man who lays a hand on that girl, does it at his peril,"' aud the voice of Scott Uedleaf ran j out ou the niizht air, like a trumpet blast. Every man instinctively fell back as he recognized their superior officer. 'Tue girl is perfectly Innocent; Ihiows nothing of the Cole's gang, if her father does." Then be turned to Le nita, who was softly weeping by his side, and told ber to have no fears, that he would protect her witlj hie lire .-if ud be. When'Xie was suXcieutly calaj, she told him that her father was seriously wounded and begged him to i!o something to relieve him. After bcott had examined Frenchy's wounds, he went to the door with a sad face and said: "Men, you are not needed here. Frenchy is dying. He has re ceived two very bad wounds. Go back where the boys are and help guard the prisoners till I come." The men rode qnielly off up the creek. Scott turned to the bed where Joe Frenchy was breathing his last, his head resting in Lenita's lap. She had been talking to her father, as his last hour drew near, and bad controlled her belf to listen to his last words, which were: "Lenita, you've been a go."Kl gal. Cod forgive me fur never makiu' you uus happier, au' fur giviu' you that mean push." And as the dawn crept mellowly iuto lhe dingy little cabin, Joe Frenchy's spirit winged its flight. It was Scott lied leaf's kind hands that led the sor rowing girl away, and prepared the bjdy for its long resting place on the banks of the Bearing Fork, where its waters forever murmur boisterously on over mossy stones and jagged rocks. Bert Coles' gang was effectually broken up. Bert was finally captured, but he escaped, and report says he has become a law ab ding citizen in a re mote part of Texas. Leuita was Jkindty cared for. She was placed in a good mission school, where she is obtaining a useful educa tion. Scott Redleaf is patiently wait ing for ber to become bis wife. Was He Killed By Neglect. A gentleman wtose business calls him to New York two or three times a week gives a graphic description of a raca between two railroad trains and its result: "1 was coming home from New York the other day by the Penn sylvania road." said he, and as our tiain passed the repair shops' this side of Jersey City and dashed out over the meadows we iouud ourselves neck aud neck with a Morris and Essex train running at full speed. The two roads, you know, run side by side along there for two or three miles, and there is a race nearly every day. 1 knew there was oue on then, and I rather enjoyed the prospect. The Morris and Essex eugiue was working like mad; the spokes in its driving wheels were flashed into one, and steam and little jets of water flew from its cylinders as ! Che piston rod plunged lu and out. It j crept steadily ahead for a minute, but our engine soon settled down to Its work; the track flew faster and faster behind us, and our cars quivered with the splendid effort we were making. Every man of us grew reckless with the excitement of the race of sixty miles an hour, and not one of us, per haps, thought of what the consequences might be. -Gradually our train forged ahead, and as I took up my paper again I saw a neatly drttssd man, carrying a bun dle tied-up in a red handkerchief, walking on the track in front of the Morris and Essex train. Before I had time to think of his peril a shrill whis tle was blown by the engine, which was even then upon him, and be was thrown twenty feet away, dead. As we passed the other engine I had noticed its fireman standing with folded arms, facing and looking at us. It was a part of his duty to look out ahead, and if be bad not been too much ab sorbed In the race the man might not have been killed. I know from my own feelings while It lasted that a man can't give bis attention to anything else daring such a race." RKADs UKU A ItOMAMCK. Ine Strange and Eventful Career of m uenuaa ariviniiy scuaenu Henry noffmeyer, a trusted private watchman in the employ of the Mar shal Field, was asked whether he had seen a brother watchman on duty at any time wdhin two weeks, noffmeyer said that he had not. Soon after mid night Urorge Hlllier, the watchman guilty of neglect, strnck noffmeyer with a loaded cane, felling him to the ground. When JIUller was arraigned for the assaul, Hoffmeyer's counsel salt): "My client is no coward, and he would have defendod lumself with his xT;vo!ver but for on thinej." "What was that!'-'&sked the maglv trate. "Xext week," said the lawyer, "Mr. Hoff meyer will be ordained a priest of Ue Catholic church, and bad he sbrt bis assailant bis chance would bav6 been gone." This statement led to believe that the witness had a history, but no such thrilling narrative as was afterwards learned was anticipated. Hoffmeyer's life had been one full of events connected with some of the most tragic occurrences in modern European history. Having graduated from the university ot Gottlngen In Hanover. Germany, he went to Hamburg and stunid seven years for the priesthood. In 1370, when 23 years old, be was taken from his studies by order of Bis marck, and for eighteen years his sole umbitlon has been to return to his calling as a priest. In those eighteen years he has passed through experien ces that would fill several large vol umes, if written. The same mandate that took him from his studies in the Jesuit college, forced him to enlist in the German army, then engaged in the Franco-Prussian war. The young men preparing for the priesthood were so well drilled that they were valuable as soldiers, and the laws of the country made It possible to take them at any time before they were ordained. A month after he had enlisted Hoffmeyer fought lu the' battle of Gravelotte unler Capt. Von Steub3ns. After the battle Hoffmeyer was promoted from the ranks to second-lieutenant. His education fitted him to command. At Sedan he was severely wounded. He had fallen in range of a gattling gun. One bullet carried a portion of bis skull away, one pierce 1 his side and one scattered the bone of bis left thigh. For four dayj he lay on the battle field with 2 J.OOu wounded men. When Lieut. Hoffmeyer was picked up and taken to the hospital his life was de spaired of, but he recovered, though bis injured lung prevented him from ever doing active service again. When l'aris surrendered Hoffmeyer was detailed by Gen. Von Moltke. During the riots of the commune he mounted his horse but was taken with hemorrhage of the lungs and never was weil afterward until a few years ao. He requested a furlough and was sent to a fort near Amsterdam. Here he had a three days leave of absence, and, in company with six others, deserted and "tied to Ireland. In 1S77 Bismarck issued an order for all deserters to re turn or they would be brought back by force. The lieutenant did not wait, but sailed for America. Hoffmeyer has been struggling to become a priest, but as he had no papers from the Ger man university his efforts were in vain. The story of how ba secured those newspapers is interesting. In lbol li was employed at the stock yards when a carriage, driving by, hal ted, and a voice called him. He went up, and to his surprise recognized his old commander, Capt, Von Steubens. The oflicer. ia company with bis six brothers, was visiting here. The cap tain said he would do all in his power for the lieutenant, but noffmeyer mis trusted him and took out naturalization papers. When that was done he wrote his uiuli in Germany and a formal de mand was made for bis credentials. Being an American citizen his demand was acceded to, and at last the papers arrived. That was the day be received the Injury on the head, lie will now receive his ordination and return at once to the home of his child hood to visit, his parents, who are still living. MueU Too Honest. Look here. Mister! Did you drop this here tire dollar piece?" The party addressed turned around and looked at the bootblack, as the lat ter held out a shiner In his hand. "Why, good gracious! lemme see why, yes; you re a fine lad, you are; there here's a couple dollars lor you. That's right, my boy; be holiest it pays!' So saying, the delighted San Josean slipped the piece in bis pocket and walked off. "And you tadn't lost the money at all?' inquired a companion of the fort unate possessor of the $5, as the two comfortably rested their elbows on the Auzerals bar and proceeded to hide the respective ends of their noses iu a cou ple of glasses. "Of course not! But you see I gave the kid 52, which was certainly fair. And I'm just S3 ahead," exclaimed the individual, as he tossed the 5 on the counter and called for change. The bar-tender picked up the coin, gave it a careless glance and quietly pushed it back. "Bogusl" he said. For the next minute - it was so quiet you could hear the beer foam. "And this is the highly moral city of Sau Jose!" bitterly exclaimed the duped man as he passed out into the cold and cheerless street. "To think that the very bootblacks are dishon est!"' But bis feelings were too deep for utterance. The Power of Imagination. The power of imagination is sup postd to be stronger in women than in men; but this was not shown in a re cent hospital experiment. Dr. Da rand, wishing to test the practical ef fect of mind diseases, gave 100 patients a dose of sweetened water. Fifteen minutes after, entering apparently in great excitement, he announced that he had by mistake given a powerful eme tic, aud preparations must be made ac cordingly. Eighty of the 100 patients became thoroughly ill and exhibited the usual result or an emetle; twenty were unaffected. The curious part of it Is that, with very few exceptions, the eighty emeticized" subjects were men, while the strong minded few, who were not to be caught with chaff, were women. Colors are extensively used In the decoration of black toilets. At the Eleventh Honr; or, A Wamanli it - Inez Cam!. all married Gale Munroe In a fit of pique, because she had quarrelled with the man whom she loved better than life. King Burdo had been ber ideal since childhood, but they had spoken bitter words to each other one night and parted. In a month from that time she was married, while the man she had really loved Journeyed to a foreign land to find some Lethe for memory. - They bad met at a ball one night and there the mistake that had separated them was explained. Gale Munroe saw tears on bis wife's cheek as he helped her into the carriage, and whether he subpecteu arching or not, Mrs. Mun roe went to no more festivities. One night King Burdo stole into Uie husband's grounds to bid bis lost love a farewell forever. He saw ber in the distance coming through the trees to meet him. Her dress was white, but whiter her oeautif ul face as she advanced with lan guid step through the sunset. The old love, augmented by pity, rushed over him like a wave. He for got that she was another's that by her own act they were parted forever. With a low cry of pain he starte.! forward flung himself on his knees at her feet . "Inez, Inez, my love, yo-i are dying!" he burst out, as she, with a start and an Inarticulate cry, put out both bauds and clung to bis. "You have suffered since I saw you last; you are like death." She looked down at blm with eyes of worldleas misery, but misery that had chilled her lire. "1 am going mad, I think," she said slowly; and she drew her bands troui his and put one to ber bosom, one to her brow. "Another monta ot this life I am leading, aud either heart or brain will give way. Why have you come here? You cannot aid me. To day he struck me; I am used to curses, but not yet to blows. Look!" She pushed up her loose sleeve and showed him a long dark bru.se on ber arm from elbow to shoulder. His bead fell forward, his teeth set hard. This was the woman he loved who, but for a foolish quarrel, would have been his wife. In the flash of the sunset. In the sweetness of the dying day, he strug gled with temptation, but only for a moment. Lifting bis face, which was colorless as her own, and raising to his feet, he bent toward her. "Inez, you were pledged to me; you love me still; I have never ceased- to love yon. When I came here it was to bid you farewell, but I cannot go alone. You must go with me." She was frightened at the thought of such a thing, but aftdr an hour's pleading she had consented to go! The next evening a carriage contain ing King Burdo and Gale Munroe's wife was speeding on towards the sta tion, ten miles away. They had not gone very far wheu one of the -sprint" of the carriage gave out, and they were compelled to stop at the village smithy to have it fixed. Inez sat down on the porch of a little cottage to wait while the work was being accomplished. From where she sat site could look into the main room of the little house, where a sweet domestic scene met ber view. The woman was no longer young, but she bad a sweet, motherly face, lu her arms she held a child, while two little white-robed figures lisped out their evening prayers at her koe;. "Lead us not into temptation," came the words, and Inez, thinking of ber guilty life, sobbed aud covered her face. At that moment King laid his hand on her arm. "Come." be said. "We are still in time." SI stood up white as death, but no longer weak and tempted. Yes, there is time. You shall take me, not to the train, but back borne. If you care at all for me you will no) say a word, but take me back back home." He knew it would be useless to say anything, and he drove back silently to the home she would have left for ever, where they parted. In pity for ber pain God struck off her fetters, for when the morning came Gall MuurOd was found dead in bis bed. Inez is now the wife of the man she loved, but she never looks back on that ride without a shudder. The Eskimo's House ot Snow. At night time, when the lamp goes out and the temperature goes down, all these water soaked snow blocks and banking of snow become converted Into ice or a sort of frozen snow ice, like that which one sees on the sidewalks after a cold, freezing night that fol lows a thawing day. This alternate freezing and thawing soon converts the top part into this translucent material, and, as a result, the igloo becomes uncomfortably chilly at night, the ice being a good conductor of the cold, while the snow is not. The energetic Eskimo does not reside long in the same igloo not over a month or six weeks uuless be is where 1 e can ; "bank" his building so deep that the ' snow cannot be converted Into Ice clear through its depth. One of the few j comforts of Arctic winter travel Is that ! the Toyager bas nearly always a new warm snow bouse in which to sleep. Whenever a traveling party reaches a ' camping point where there are several old, unoccupied igloos, they never tbiuk of using them, but build others instead, if only for a single night. Nearest to the Polo. Itie point farthest north reached by any exploring party Is 2r30 miles from the north pole. Beyond this are ice gorges insurmountable, amid frost so severe that no human ingenuity has yet constructed any appliance to withstand its cold. It blisters the skin like ex treme beat. The greatest progress ever made across this dlssolate wilderness was at the rate of six miles a day, the explorers often resting as many days as they bad journeyed miles in a single day. Wblte and gold Is a favorite com bination for tea-jackets and tea-gowns. Pretty demi-trained toilets for young ladies are of white wool braided witb silver. Venetian-green and terra cotta are combined in some ot the newest tailor gowns. I Kvan'a Sweetheart: or, llow Ixved Hi in. i It seemed an odd answer for t golden-haired child to give when w asked ber name. "I am Evan KoutL's sweetheart." She was only the child ot bis early love, and be was so fond of ber that she had received that nickname. Oddly enough we found ourselves in Llylworth fifteen years from that time, and we asked if Evan were mar ried. "Married! Dear! Ma'am, bell never b? married. He loved once, he'll never again." "And Winle? Is she etill as pretty? Is she married?" Pretty! she's Just beautiful, ma'am! Her mother was nothing to her; for she U so good and sweet and true. Married! 0 no; she's had lovers enough for any girl to pick from, but she refuses them alL" That evening, however, a sudden and fearful tempest brola over Llyl worth. JSo one could sleep. Those who were in bed got, up again and dressed. Mark and I went down to the shore. for the sea was a sight to behold. Among theciowd 1 saw Evan Itouth, and Wiuie leaning on bis arm, while he protected ber from the fierce wind. Bronzed, weather-beaten and hand some, he looked certainly more like her father. They didn't look like lovers. Suddenly, through the gloom and under driving wrack, there appeared an object which made every woman utter a cry and every man sharp'y draw his breath. It was a ship a doomed ship being driven on the rocks. Soon she showed signals of distress, seeking help from the snore. Oue man alone answered the appeal Evan Boulh. Striding forward, facing round to the others, be cried: 'Lads, who's ready of you to go with me to try to save yonder ship? Think, males, there may bo women and children on board'" There was si e:ice. "What!" he cried, "is there not a man among you? Am I to go by my self?" "Xo; not If I can be of any use." I uttered a crv, for the speaker was Mark. "Thank you, sir," replied Evan Bouth. You've got the courage, but not the skill. You're not used to the sea, so wouli be in the way. But you've shamed these fellows iuto pluck." Three or four had stepped for ward, and soon they began to run tue boat down. The ship had been burled upon the reefs with an awful crash. There was a momentary mountain of foam. When It cleared away the ship had gone not a vestige remained in view. What of the boat? We looked back to the spot where it bad been. It was not therel We waited for it to 6tart up from tne dark trough ofjsome billow. It never came! "She's gone!" ejaculated the crowd, I locked toward Winie: her stony face was still turned to the sea, but she bad dropped on ber knees. The meu were down at the marge, witn rops ready t j rush in aud try to save any of the unfortunate men who might be washed up alive. The women ran to and fro scream ing, crying, beating their hands in pitying despair. Winie remained still kneeling, mo tionless. Another and another were rescued. Then farther down the bsach some Ushers drew out one and uttered no cry. Mark could not stay me; I felt ex cited, mad! I hastened to the spot. On, Heaven! there belay handsome, calm, as in sleep the man who had so bravely risked his life for others Evan Itouth dead ! The men In their hearts' deep sympa thy could utter no sound. But some how the truth was divined, and others formed a ring around. Abruptly there was a movement, a whisper: "Keep the poor lass back." Keep her back? Would It have been possible? Winie bad guessed who lay there. Her hair loose, and tossed by the wiud ; her head uncovered; her features stony, butnowr'gil with grief, an agony that could utter no sound! she broke her way through, and looked upon the bxly. One low, appalling cry, piercing every heart, broke from her lips, blie sauk on ber knees, then dropied ovei the dead fisher, her face on his wet breast, her arms about him light tight. Then silence. Was she weepins? Was her sorrow too deep for leaia? Had she found temporary relit Irom misery in un consciousness? j A space we waited. Then a woman s epplng to her, stooping, gently raised her, baying: 'Come, dear lass! take comfort. The Lord's wiil be done! If man ever went to glory be bas, for he died trying to save others." The girl made no resistance uttered no word. Her arms bung limp, her head fell back ou the womau's shoulder. The woman uttered a cry of terror. "Heaven be merciful to us!" she ex claimed; "the lassls dead!" It was true. Winie's heart, full of a pure and holy lore, had broken for the man whom her mother bad cruelly jilted. How Alligators Eat. It Is a southern writer who compares an alligators throat to an animated j sewer. Everything, says this corres ' pomlent, which lodges in the epen mouth goes down. He is a lazy dog, and instead of bunting for something to eat he lets bis victuals hunt for him. That is, be lies with his great mouth open, apparently dead, like the 'pos sum. Soon a beetle crawls in it, then a fly, then several gnats and a colony of mosquitoes. The alligator doesn't close his mouth yet. He is waiting for a whole drove of things. He does ms eating by wholesale. A little later a lizard will cool himself under the shade of the upper jaw. Then a few frogs will bop up to catch the mosquitoes. Then more mosquitoes and gnats will alight on the frogs. Finally a whole village ot insects and reptiles settle down for an afternoon picnic. Then all at once there is an earthquake. The Jaw falls; the alligator blinks one eye. gulps down the entire menagerie, and opens bis great front door again for more visitors. NEWS IN BRIEF. The United States mint iu Phil, delphia was completed in 1629. A new French gun throws a pro jectile having a shell of German silver. One parson Is drowned for every 3"j killed on land, according to statistics. Tennyson receives an Income of from f ;0.000 to 3:25,000 a year from the sale of his books. The manufacture of tinware la this country vas commenced in Ber. lia. Conn., in 1770. In 1730 a line of stages was estab lished between Xew York and Phila delphia, to make bi-monthly trips. There a mountain of coal lu vVild Horse Valley, Wyoming, which has been burning for thirty years. The twenty-first verse of the seventh chanter of Ezra contains all the letters ef the alphalet, except j. In Mexico it is the custom to ad dress ladies by tbelr given names, even when they are almost strangers. Ne glect to comply with this custom will give offence to many women. It lias been calculated according to Professor Proctor, that a man of 7U bas consumed twenty wagon loads, oi eighty tons, of food, solid and liquki. An elephmt has been sent by Lord Du fieri n to the Shah of Persia as a gift. It is a very fine one, gorgeously caparisoned and attended by thirty Hindoos. A patchwork quilt made by child ren in the United States, and an Indian Khawl. the g ft, oi ljueen Victoria, were buried with Jeuny Llnd at ber re quest. ''Carolus Duran. Cabanel. and Bonnat," says the London World, 'among them have painted almost every living American who is worth more than $3,000,000. Des Moines, Iowa, Itas been stirred up over an aitsmpt at grave robbery in a cemetery on the suburbs of that city. The ghouls were medical students and narrowly escaped lynching. The Arabs exhaust their greens, and blues, and purples, and reds, and black upon the walls and ceilings and make their apartments perfect kaleido scopes of colors, aud with beautiful results withal. -There is a Shakespeare Hotel in Stratford-upon-Avon, and instead ot numbers the names of plays are upon the room doors. "Take the gentle man's luggage upto Romeo and Juliet" is a common order. The comtnon thistle, which now covers large areas In southern Chill, Is said to have been introduced thereby an Englishman, who imported a bushel of seed aud sowed it under the delu sion that the plant would prove valu able for fodder. The orange tree and the lemon are both descended from the citron. The history ot the orange tree is said to date back to the crusades, the return ing pilgrims canyicg it Into Europe 700 or 800 years ao. There is a bookkeeper in a Xew York wire factory who has merely to glance at broadaldes of figures, row after row, filling a whole sheet of legal cap, and declares the result In stantly. He doesn't know how he doss It, nor does anybody else. It is curious to note that accord ing to Thomas Wilworthy's "Guide to th9 English Tongue," which was ac cepted as a standard in pronunciation by polite Enclish society of a century ago, the vowel sounds in Die are foil, bile aud boll were pronounced alike, as also were those in tour and tower, are and air, dew and do. Between December 11, 1803, and Nov. 11, 18u9, 1.152 persons were con fined in the Xew York Debtor's prison. Xone of the debts exceeded 125. The debtors principal'y received sustenance from the Uumaue Society. ATany persons use the phrase "In a trice," who have no conception of its meaning. A trice is the sixtieth part of a second of time. The hour is di vided fnt 3 sixty minutes, the minute into sixty seconds, and the second Into sixty trices or thirds. One of the smallest manuscripts in the world to be sold. For sale, a grain of rice with the whole first chapter of iue ivoran written on it; given to an t-ngiish officer in lb. 2 by au American geutleman, who received it from an Arab sheikh, whom he had cured of a dangerous fever in lhe deseit. The prince of Xanles. who has just come of age, lias received the order of the golden fleece from the emperor of Austria and the black eagle fiom the late German emperor. It Is sug gested that, in view of tlm close friendship between Italy and England, he oui(ht to be invested with the garter. A Hartford man started a irnod Dre lu a 6lieet iron stove iu his i fix -e, forgot to close the draught, locked the office door and went to drive. When came back he found the fire out; but It had made itself felt before going out. Everything lu the room was scorch d. apples on a s'lelf were bakcJ, and a do that had been locked in was dead, evidently suffocated. Ll Hung Chanir, the viceroy or Cuiua, Is six feet tall. 05 years old, well oui't, gray ttud swarthy; his eyes are dark aud piercing aud his teeth dark aud uneven. When receiving Ameii cu puesls he wears a gray Astrakhan sur.oul with lon, flowlu? sieeves. loose silken trousers felt euoes and a titling hat wilh tho button of bis rank on the top and a psacojk's feather slicking out behind. -Two boys who at empted to learn lhe amouut of petroleum in the oil tanks on a car at Punt, Minn., recently, by letting down a lighted lantern through a hole in the tank, were Very much disappointed with the result. The explosion of the car followed, and the flames shot two huudred feet in tne air, lighting the country for miles around. One boy was hurled twenty feet and badly burned abjut the head, face and neck, aud his companlou was only slightly burned, but thrown fifteen or twenty feet. An accident happening at the Vic toria Theatre, in Berlin, Germany, supplied the new and interesting ex perience that electric light does not give perfect security against tbe danger of fire. During the performance the coal of an electric lamp in a state of white heat, fell out and was hidden in the folds of the dress of a lady sitting beneath. In a moment tbe dreas was ablaze. Two g ntlemen silling by the lady's side Immediately joined hands over the flaming spot and succeeded in extinguishing the fire, not, however, without being severely burued them selves, both their hands requiring drtcsing by the surgeon. V v IV: !, 1 t i 1 r- s ; t
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