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II I M i 1 1 1 1 iV I III " JONES PAYStKFRElCHT , soo. i VI pi' I V I01H Or 'tP"-t- k UNFORTUNATE elowC. owhiU. nlll'F.-IAI.rvi, PACIFIC. : RiiiRdAa LAMDS ani . r... .t ,1 ',' ',!",'--,1,,.;t"J"SJ'5'S? ., m ..... i1-rio-" r SO.lri, iT.Vi i2Lafc ..,r-m .WfT Mill HKMUi r r7 ..." o, UK llh III- r .t. WIMIuu. A.til The Two Mysteries. We know not what it is, ler. thU sleep io tlwp aril ertll, The fulilt-U LanK the awfal calm, the cherk ao pale and chill. The lids that will not lift again, though we may call ami call. The strange white solitude of peace that settle OTer all. We know not what it means, dear, this de solate hrart-pain. The Jrra.i to take oar daily way and walk in it aaiu. W know not to what sphere the loved who laTe us go Nor why we're left to wonder still, nor hy we do not know. But this we know; our loved and lost. If they should corns this day. Should couin an.l ask us. What Is Life? not one ot us could say. Llf- Is a rujr sury as d?p asdealb can erer be: Vtt, oh, how seet it is to ns, this life we live aud seel Then mlht they sty. Those vanished ones, and blrmO is the thought. Ho death Is ivm to us, bdloved, though we may 1. 11 you n:uiut; We tu.iy m.t tli it to the quick, this mys- trry of ilatU: Ye may not irll it if ye would, the mystery of breath. The child who enters lire comes not with k noit.lii or intent. So thoee who eut.r death must go as little children sent; Nuthinx is known, hut I believe that God Ls of -rbea.i; And as life is to fie l:viu; so death is to the U a 1. A CHUIK-SlNGF.il. There are two sides to every question, as the bent of reason tlfmonstriites; but Marie Piret, try as she raiRLit, could tlud only one side to the quest, on of her ect;:ki;eiiient to rjdney Wortli; and tliut, unfortunately for the lover, was the Ufitittive. ?yluy. on bis part, belnz a man. was logical enoutli to take in ail the bearing of the case, and yet beroio enough to uw.iit Mane's decision with a courage wurti.y i f a cause more sub lime tliau the yea or nay of brown eyed pirl. In this trembling balance, bowfver, was liutii; his hope of all eartbly happiness, while he smoked his citfur ami t.i ked aud walked abuut the world as usual. "Take a wevk, cn'y a week, for calm consider Atlni',"' lie haJ beuej bur, and then proceeded to enhauce her calm nesj by dai'.y letters of urgent pleading. His eaeernes harassed and worried Marie into a state almost of resent ment, nml tooK from her much of the respotisilnlity or her iiual action. It gave het-oiut-thiiii; to Unlit against, and armed l.er with necessary firmness. Whereas, if he had thrown himself completely and helplessly on her mercy, she would have found it loubly hard to wring his heart by her decided refusal; but she would have wruug it, alt the same. When 1i;t letter came at last, poor Sydney kissed tt.e da.'irer before lie re ceived its s ub that is, he kissed ber handwritu r, ami theu very likely a few mou. e. its later dropped a tear or two in the s.itne spot, liut the letter was folded and put away, as Bach let ters and such poor and broken hopes are beins foUled and put away all over the world to-day aud every day, and Sydney went about his business aston ished aud miserable at the heavy weielit of his disapitoiutment. But the days aud years went on; Sydney sat at his desk and made money, and Mane satitf in her church and gave music les-ons, losing her youthful beauty somewhat, but earning always In grace and attractiveness. 5-he and syduey met occasionally as friends, aud his eytsstlil told the, same old story that was now forbidden of all other expression. As for Miss rirot, she met the usual exienence that falls to the lot of talented and gracious women. She had hosts of male friends, quite an array of admirers, and always one or two anient lovers who were much in the same case as Sydney himself for it woul.l seem even to the most inter ested observer that Miss 1'irot's beta?, musical aud harmonious as it was, bad never yet responded to the master chord of nil the chord of lovel But at last, when the keynote of Maiie's desiiny was struck, and its flood of melody came pouring into her life like an overwhelming tide, neither the alto on oue side o( her, nor the bass on the other, nor even the organist. Lucy Crumm, who was her bosom frieud. guessed that anything unusual bad happened. itjeame about in this very common place way. Old liraode, the regular tern r, uas absent, for the first time In seveu years, for the Tuesday night re hearsal. Tlie ehoirhad assembled, aud stood about, waiting and wondering, and conferring on Mr. Brando's posi tion apart from all other tenors on record by the genuine surprise at bis uV'inque-cy, when there came suddenly up u'ie choir staircase a tall and slim young Juan, very fair, wllb plenty of flowing Uinile hair that bung in stu dent fashion his broad white collar. He spoke vmtu a Torelgn accent, in a tub musical olc, addressing Miaa rirot, who happened to be nearest to him, as be approached the organ. "Mr. Brandt has sent ma to sing be is too much ill for this night, and also for Sunday, be thinks, liut if it is pleasing, I sing his part for alL" Miss Tirot only bowed and smiled, tut did not speak. There was good reason for her silence. She bad fallen in love with this young man, of whose existence she had been aware three seconds 1 It is not to be wondered at that, in the cot.f usion of her senses, he bad, for the moment, mislaid ber oice. 'So very glad," eald Lucy Crumm. all animation, and reassured on the score of the quartette; "but so very orry to bear Mr. Brande ill. Jotn ing seriou?, I hope? We were just wondering bow we should manage. You read, I suppose? Mr. Aiken, will you please baud thanks. We in tended to rehearse the quartette. AU along here is Mr. Brande's part the tenor's; the bass comes in next below; but. or course, you understand ?" "Oh, yes yes." lie was already bumming through tbe bar c f the music she bad placed in bis baud, like one sure of bis ground. "M m Pirott" Miss rirot started visibly, then walked over quickly to her place, with a heightened color. When bad she ever before needed a summons to duty? .No one appeared to notice ber embar rassment, for all eyes were now fixed on the open took, and Miss Crumm's strong fingers were pressing the keys. "Of course I shall be glad when dear old Brande is well enough to come back again, but I shall awfully bate to Ljse What's-hia-name?" Miss Crumm was observing, leaning on Miss PIrot's arm, as they came down the choir steps one lovely Sunday morning, hav ing sung themselves into heaven for a while on Haydn's exquisite strains. "Wayzel Wetzel? bow do you pro nounce It? His first name is Gustave Isn't It pretty? and such a Tolcel Dear me, I grudge to let him go I Don't you?" 'Yes." "Do you know, I think he has rather a struggle to get along. Musicians usually have; but, then, being a single man, he ought to be able to mana2e." "Are you sure be Is a single man?" Miss Pirot asked, in an airy tone. Oh, yes. At least, of course, I did not ask him point blank, but I said to him. Jokingly, that if be intended to advance In music, it was lucky be bad no wife to hold him back; and be said, 'Yes, It was lucky. Oh, he must be single; but then, be is very young. He is only 24." Marie sighed, but said nothing. She was 23, with a heart that bad just learned to throb like the heart of 13. The scale ot fortune, we are told. Is often turned by a feather, and tnis pro position was very forcibly demonstrated for Marie Pirot, one windy autumn evening, not long afterwards, as tbe little choir-group came into the street together. She was walking with Lucy Crumm, as usual, and behind them, arm in-arm, came tbe bass and tenor (Miss Roberts, tbe alto, had said good night and gone oS in the opposite direction with ber little brother); Miss I'irot was listening with ber ears to tbe voice beside her, and with ber soul to the voice behind her, when suddenly away on the wings ot the wind went ber long brown feather, wrenched from its fastenings on ber jaunty hat; away away, careering and whirling out of sight like a living creature that bad found all at once the freedom of Its wings. Marie uttered a little balf laughlng cry, and started on tbe chase, but the tenor darted by ber like a Hash, and soon distanced ber, as the feather distanced him. Marie did not slacken her pace, however, and as a result, when tbe feather was at last captured, they found tbemselvea face to face, laughing breathless, under a street-lamp, and more than a block ahead of Mr. Aiken and Miss Crumm. What more natural than that they should walk on together, slowly, or that Mr. Wetzel, seeing her out of breath from bis Ute exercise, should offer her his arm? Toere seemed no valid reason why they should dissolve this ple isant companionship wheu the other two caught up with them; and from this time, instead of putting the ladles in the street car at Twenty third street. Mr. Aiken walked with Miss Crumm to her home in Twenty fifth street, and Mr. Wetzel walked all the way across town with Marie Pirot. T It was a wretched night; the rain fell in torrents, a chilly wind was blow ing, the streets were wet and dismal, aud Marie Pirot was walking under an umbrella with Gustave Wetzel and clinging fondly to his arm. The rain was blinding ber somewhat, but ber tears were blinding ber still more furtive, bitter tears, such as women often weep, unknown to all tb9 world. The crowded street cars passed them every minute or two, but Marie had refused to ride. 1 bis was the last time they would ever walk togetfvr the last of many, many times, fc could not afford to shorten these few sad moments of parting and farewell. He had come to tbe choir that evening only to tell them that he hail been sud denly called back to Germany and must sail in tbe morning; but be bad staid and sang over with Marie sime of the old duets, and now they were walking home together, slowly, through all the storm, by the way they had learned to know so well. At first few words were spoken be tween them. Marie felt only the un reasoning love, the delight of contact, the bliss of this dual solitude, encircled by rain and storm and darkness. To ber it mattered little what they said or where they went, so that th y were to gether: and to-morrow was pushed as far from ber horizon as if it were twenty years away. ' Bat all the truth came back on her like a shock when Gustave's voice said: "I must thank you. Miss rirot. for the kindness you have given to me always to me, a stranger; I shall often think of your loviy voice when I am far away." "We have indeed had pleasant times," she answered, bravely and clearly, after a momeut's pause. "But why need you g if you have been happy here? Ah, you you have not many regrets. You are glad, I think?" "Indeed lam glad," and glad his race looked excited and eager. "It Is a grand opportunity that now offers. You can understand, if one has been planning long, and waiting, that one might be glad to see fulfillment near." "Yes," said Marie. That one word only, and in her voice was tbe huskl ness that comes with tears. "Ah. well, I see my way now, clear," he continued, gayly and brightly. All uncouscious of the mute tragedy that went on beside him. be poured out the story of his- disappointments in the pat--of his plans and visions for the future. Marie listened silently. It seemed each moment that the tide of ber emotion must bunt all bonds and carry with it the tine reserve of her nature, its womanly dignity and pride. She called up all bet strength at last, In a desperate effort. "I must leave you here," she said, stopping suddenly at a corner. "I I have some business to do I will say good night and good-bye. 1 hope you mav have a pleasant Journey." 'Bat surely uotl I cannot leave you In this storm. Let me escort you where you wish to go o dark, and such a rain!" I have my own umbrella here." She raised It as she spoke. "Thank you. very, very much, but I prefer to go aloue. And you know," smiling strangely at bim. "I shall have to do without your escort altogether after this. You have been mjre kind She broke off suddenly, and busied herself with the fastening of ter cloak; then held out her hand. "Uood-byei she said, abruptly. 'Good-bye, Miss Pirot, If It must be so it you wish it." "Ob, yes. Parting, I thine, should never be prolonged. 1 hope you will have a good voyage. I hoi you will be always happy. Good-bye, Ous tave." ..". xr.ria hail wrenched ber band from his and was gone, a dark, burry in shape, down the lighted, rain swept street- . . lf..Ut Sydney Worth bad come out of the opera after the- second act, and having buttoned his long rubber coat to the chin, was scudding up Fourteenth street in an element defying humor. when this word burst from bis lips. In a tone of amazement. Marie Pirot had Just passed him on the crossing at Fourth avenue; a sudden backward tilt of her umbrella had shown him her face plainly, pale aud strange, with that absorbed, unseeing look that mental suffering gives. Her swift step fal tered an instant at the sound of his voice, and at that instant be was by her side. "I knew I could not be mistaken,' he said, breathlessly; "but you of all people, and at this hour! W hat in the world brings you into this region?" He is holding her hand In his warm, frlenily clasp, and looking down seafchingly at her half-averted face. "Oh, I was walking away from the furies," she said, trying to speak lightly; "but they bave cuine with me. I think I really did not know where I was going. I only wanted to walk. Did you ever have that feeling. Syd ney, that you were too unhappy to be quiet?" "She asks me If I have ever had that feeling. Ah, Marie, there are few feelings, born of unbapplness, that I have not bad. You ou.-ht to know that, my dear." "But but tl ey pass away some time, don't they?" she asked wistfully. "People cau't go on suffering some change, some relief, must come." '! don't know, be answered, with a long sigh. "Perhaps. I have not found it yet." "Oh. Sydney," she said, passionate ly, with a wild burst of tears. "sydney, Sydney I" She laid her cheek on his shoulder, sobbing like a child. He had taken the umbrella from her hand, and held its shelter between them and passers-by. Sydney's knowl edge of suffering had made l.iin very tender toward the pain of others. He allowed his compauloa to weep unques tioned, patting gently from time to time the little quiveiiiig Queers that clutched his arm. "How good you are!" she stam mered, whispenugly, at length. "Oi. Sydney, bow could you forgive me how could you ever look at me again, if I bave made you suffer like tt-is? I never knew it could be so terrible! I did not dream of what you felt when we parted; you were so noble and so good. You never made me understand how cruel OU. and you bore it ail? I can pity you now?" "1'es. dear," be said, tenderly. "I am glad to hear you say that. I am glad you have, at last, some pity to give me." "Oti, but you do not need any more. Surely you caunot still care as you u-e 1 to" 'Oh. hush!" Sydney interrupted, very gently, "Hush, my dearl hush. Mariel You have never understood my love if you think it could change or pass away in a few months or years," ''And do you love me this minute, now as you did then?" 'Al ways al waysP ' "But if I should tell you that I had thrown my heart away, unasked, un sought oh, so hopelessly, so vainly, and if I should say to jou, 'Will you take my promise to I'e your wifa ah not soon, but some time, when I am a better and happier v.-oman?' if 1 should a-k you to accept the poor ser vice of my life and let me try to love you would that atone a little for the paiu and trouble of the past?" "Oh, Marie, you do not mean it?" His grasp tightened on her fingers. "Do you think what you are saying?' ,'Yes. yes, esl if you will take my poor half-broken heart but not yet! ' site checked herself, j lteously. "I could not love you yet bye-and-hye It all may come r.ghL And, meanwhile, if you wish it, we can be engaged. You must stay near me, Sydney, and be good to me. .. Oli. help me? help me to live. You know how hrd it is how impossible it seems that joy or hope can ever come auaiu!" ' Vou bave given joy and hope to me, I know," be said, in a low, happy voice. "I am willing to wait far love as long as ever you like; darling, for It is sure to cornel'' "But think oh. Fate is strangel think; If I had not met you I'' Marie leaned more closely on his arm. "Pate knows what she Is about," Sydney answered; smiling down at the earnest, pale face. " Vou were obliged to meet me. Uuder the cirenmstauces nothing else could have happened " Pate did know what she was about, as she usually does, if m.uds finite could but compass ber Infinite plans. A few days later brought to Sydney Worth the unexpected fulfillment of a hope that he had patiently placed a long way off in the future tbe full be-towal of Mane I'.rot's love, Tbey were driving through the park In a brilliant October sunset, and Syd ney had been talking brightly of vari ous matters of i ute rest, when he threw his head back with a short laugh, and said. In a kind of triumphant tone: 'Well, I was pleased to-dav. Mane. You remember that fellow I tol l you of that bad defaulted from our office with a lot of money last week?" "Xo," said Marie, vaguely. "Did you tell me?" "Come to think of it, I didn't," said Sydne. smiling. "That's so. I was afraid it might annoy you. Well, it's all right now. They've got him at least, not him, for be gave them tbe slip at Ibfc last moment; but the money's sate. He took away 57.0XX) and we've recovered all but $3 At; that be spent. I tell you we've been lucky, and so has he. It's a curious thing," pursued Sydney, thoughtfully; "but I'm aw fully glad the scamp escaped." "Glad?" repeated Marie, solemnly. "Ob, why? He will be sure to victimize other poor people." "Other rich people," said Sydney, correctlngly. "Of course ha will, for it turns out that be Is a regular confi dence man; but you bave no idea how much I liked him. We all did. He came to us about six months ago, and said be bad just arrived in the country, and was quite friendless. Well, tbe firm took bim on trust actually. He had gotten himself up like a German student loug bair and broken English, and be tad the loveliest tenor voice! Old Bond was fairly infatuated with this paragon. It was Wetzel here and Wetzel there " Whatl" Marie grasped Sydney's arm with both ber hands. "My dear glrlt" He relgnel In the horse, and looking down at her white face in amazement. "What is the matter?" , . "Wetzel was his name? and be went asra7? when? when?" she de manded, hurriedly. "Wetzel was the name be gave, bis rtal same is Wallace. I believe. lie went away last "W ednesday morning tbe day after I met you in tbe rain." "That was the man," she said, In a low, breathless voice. She un clasped ber hands from Sydney's arm, and Dressed them over her face. The man? What man?" Sydney stared quite wildly as he asked the question. "Oh, the hero of my romance!" said Marie slowly and bitterly "tbe sin ger I fell in love with. You did not want to know of my secret; you must know it now I That was the man!" - W ho? young Wetzel? Why. where on earth, bow ou earth, did you come to be acquainted with him?" '-He sang with me for nearly three months in the choir?" "Oh, I seel And yon fell In love with his voice no wonder!" "I didn't!" she said, miserably; "there might have been some excuse for that. I hail uever heard his voice when I fell in love ah, not with him! with a dream, a fancy! Could I bave borne to look on bis face, eveu, much less love bim, if I had known what I know now?" "Well, then, tbe comfort Is that you did not love him, after all." said Syd ney, cheerlngly. "He only thought you did." "Xo, no. no!" she returned, vehe mently. "He never thought be never dreamed Oh, I could lie down here and die this minute " "Oh. not herel" said Sydney, depre catingly. "Xo one could die comfort ably in a buggy. "You'd wait until I took you home. I know." liut Marie did not smile. How contemptible I am!" she said slowly, with bitter emphasis. "How I have fallen forever in my own esteem! To turn away from a noble, generous nature like yours a love that any woman might be honored in accepting. Sydney, 1 deserve your hate and scorn!" "I'm being praised, it seems," said Sydney, calmly. "Quite right; all tbe same, I can't bear my wife abused. And look here, Marie. I'm glad you did make such an awfully foolish mistake, because if you hadu't you never would bave come to me." Oh, do you really think so, Syd ney," she said, blushing beautifully. "Then 1 am glad, too." Tbe ltomance of Wedded Life. "James, dear, will you bring me np a hod of coal from the cellar?" said a busv wife. That's just the way with you," said James, with a black frown, as he put down his book and rose up from the lounge. "Just the way with me?" "Yes." be snapped. "As soon as you see me enjoying myself, you have some chore or another for me to do. D.dn't you sea I was absorbed In my reading?" "Well, dear, I will do It myself." "Yes, and tell everybody, your mother epscially, that you have to carry your own coal up from the cellar. No, I'.l do it- Let wo mark my place." So he marked the place iu the book at which he had ceased reading and when he went down to the cellar, grumbling all the way, she picked up the volume and found it was a love story and that the passage be had been absorbed In was as follows: "My darling, when you are my wife I will shield and protect you from every care, the winds of heaven shall not yisit your face too roughly, ttiosr) pretty hands shall never be soiled by menial tasks, your wish shall be my law, your bappiuess. " Just then be reappeared, and dump ing the bod ou the floor, said: "There's your darned coal. Give me my book." Is life worth living? The Story of William TelL The o'.J story of William Tel!, bis son and the apple has a sequel in Bos ton that tlueatens to end tragically. The actors arobumuer Hollander, aged 13 eais, of Somerville, the son of a prominent business man of that city, and his cousin of 11 years, also named Hollander. The elder boy had a pistol of small calibre and some cartridges. He extracted, cr thought he did, the bullets fiom some ot the cartridges. Recently the boys undeitook to repro duce the ancient Swiss drama. Sum ner took tbe part of William Tell and the younger boy that of the son. with tbe apple. The pistol they thought would much better answer the purpose than a bow and arrow. Wuen the smaller lad had taken position he was fortunately stricken with sudden mis givings. He turned bis head to one side, with tbe exclaina'lon, "Suppose there should be something in it," just as bis cousin fired. The movement saved the little fellow instant daath, for a bullet struck bim on the right side of the neck. The wound was serious, and the boy's coudition has become steadily worse, until now his life is despaired of. On the Seventh Moor. well known Parisian portrait painter lived once, b fore his f .me came, in a common lodging house at an altitude of seveu storios, . Fearing ho could not induce the public to come so high, he put up a placard on t-.e base ment of the bous?: 'Portraits taken here. Only ten francs. Studio on third floor."' On reaching the third floor a placard, "Ten franc portraits; the studio has been removed to the tiftli floor," would greet the eye. After much panting and pulling the picture seeker was greeted with "Ten franc portaits; the studio has, owing to re building of the premises, been temper-: arily removed to the seventh floor." j The customer did not mind suffering more after he had reached that period of ascent, and the artist got his palrou. Substitute for theChestnut BclL ; A Philadelphia reporter by accident had a glimpse of "the latent" substi tute for the chestnut bell. Standing, near him, at tbe corner of Eighth aud Chestnut streets, was a group of men, oue of whom was engaged in splnulng a yarn, ana a shout of laughter, fol lowed immediately by a query of "Where d'ye get it?" attracted his at tention just in time for him to Bee a portion of an Innocent, respectable looking necktie worn by one of them Blip back into its proper position and thus cover a card upon which is in scribed: 1'ou tell it nice" or anyother appropriate slang phrase which the wearer wishes to place there, a set cf ' them being sold with tbe tie. ' n?w boane. speak as little as possi ble until the hoarseness la recovered from, else the voice may be permanent ly lost, or difficulties of the throat bj produced. METROPOLITAN SCKN'ES. Cliinpaefl ot Loafing Lifo Revealed in New York St ret. In a street In Boston, through which I pass daily some old buildings were recently torn down. A plank cause way was built over tbe sidewalk while tbe cellar was being excavated. Foul weatl.er or fair this bridge would be packed with idlers until one had often to take the other side of tbe way In de spair of forcing a passage. There was nothing to be setn at best but a lot of Irishmen and Italians digging dirt aud weary cart-horses hauling it awav. In wet weather the work was suspended. But in the wettest weather, when the rain was pouring in pailluls, the bridge would still have its unresting force col lected, in a triple rank of wide-eyed stupidity. Immersed in the absorbing employment of looking at some muddy puddles down in a pit. One streaming morning, when the icy rain was freez ing as It fell, I asked a man whose overcoat had been turned into a sheet of mail by the congealing downpour, what he was looking at so earnestly. He replied, in a hoarse and awful tone cf voice, nodding at tbe pit the while "They're diggin a sullar." "Well," said I, "what if tbey are?" "It's too wet for 'em to work," he responded irrelevantly, but solemnly. It was not too wet for bim to temain on guard over the deserted digging, though, and I left bim, one of many who were gradually stiffening into icy petrifaction for the pleasure of doing nothing, or not being called upon to think while they were doing it. I bave a friend of the clubs as mad a wag as ever lived wheu the humor of bis before-dinner absinthe Is upon bim. We were crossing a public square, one balmy evening last Spring; 6 o'clock bad jus. been screeched at us by every factory whistle within hearing, and the Sidewalks were as warm. "I'll lay you the dinners," said my farceur, "that I can create a riot here Inside of five minutes." He stopped at the public drinking fountain, an J took up the tin-:up that was chained to it. The passers-by started a little to see so elegant a gen tleman stop to drink at a common fount of cheap refreshment. Several baited, after going on a few paces, to look bark. He filled the cup deliber ately. The wait ng several had become a score. He raised the cup slowly toward his 11; s. The score grew to fifty. Sudden y be dashed tbe water into the basin and filled the cup again, only to empty it untouched. By this time we were encircled tyso many peo ple that they oould not be counted, and 1 could bear such observations and in quiries all around us as; "He'll drink it this time." "Bet you the drinks ha don't," "Must be dirty." "What is If?' "Maybe tbe cup leaks." 'lie must be some crank." "W bat ails him, anyhow?" "Maybe common water isn't good enough for him." There were also addressed to him, through this running Ore of comment, many more or less fiisudly and disin terested suggestions and instructions, like 'Wrench the cup out." from a motherly fat woman, poking ber um brella at him. "Have a stick in it," by a man with a shiny black hat aud a shiny red pose. Tell the waiter to open another bot tle." This sally, which proceeded from a young man la cross-barred trousers, with a very larg9 and massive cane. which be carried like a yardstick, was bailed with such applause that a park policeman fo-md himself oalled upou to interfere, whereupon my inend hurled the cup iato the basin with an expres sion of the face ind cative cf great dis gust and loathing, aud shoved his way out of the crowd as quickly as he oould. we could bear the roar of voi ces and the sharp rapping of the police man's club when he turned into tbe restaurant, a block and more away; and 1 learned by tbe papers tbe next day that the shiny red nose and tbe bhioy black hat slept iu a station-house cell on a general charge of disorderly conduct aud the utterance of mmdeous threats against some person or persons unknown. Fecundity of t isties. Fishes produce so many eggs that If vast numbers of the latter aud of the tisbes themselves weie not continually destroyed, these annuals would finally fill up all tbe waters. For example, man annually takes tiO.CUO.OOO er 70, OOU.UOO codfish from the sea around the shores of Newfoundland. But even that quantity seems small when we consider that each cod yields about 43.000,000 etrgs each season, and that 8,000.000 bave been found in the roe of a single cod. Were the 00.000,300 cod taken on tbe coast of N'ewf. undland left to breed, the 30,000,000 females producing 5,000.0 JO eggs every year, it would give a yearly addition of 150, 000,000 000,00) young codfish. Other fish, though not equaling tbe cod, are wonderfully productive. A hening weighing six or seven ounces is provi ded with about 3J,000 eggs. After making all reasonable allowances for the destruction of eggs and the young. It has been calculated that in three sears a single pair of herrings would produce 104 ,000,000. Buffon calcula ted that if a pair of Lerrings could be left to breed and multiply undisturbed, for a period of twenty-years, they would yield au amount of fish equal in bulk to the globe on which we live. the Verry Ewence of tbe World. 'Men will praise thee when thou doest well to thyself." Politics, relig ion and social life, as tbey generally exist, are all animated with this same principal; everybody expects, as is ex pected, to do tbe best for himself. Children are educated to look after their own interests; men go into busi ness to secure a fortune for themselves; people build a church or a mission to secure tbe interests of the denomina tion to which they belong; nations go to war in order to exalt themselves, or to attain territory, or commercial ad vantages for themselves. Again, men enter Into an argument to prove Vieni selves in the right; they play a game to show their skill; they furnish a house to secure tAeir comfort; they pray to God to ease Uuir conscience; and, from first to last, self ij the object of all. In a little country town, (he squire cannot dine with tbe merchant, nor the mer chant with the shopkeeper, nor the shopkeeper with the dressmaker nor the dressmaker with the servant," nor the servant with the scavrvnger. because self would be supposed io lose soma of Its contemptible aopenoy. A RACE FOR LIFE. Chased by Indians Through the Rapid. When I went Into the Indian Terri tory, in 1818, 1 lived with an old ac quaintance by the name of Green, who had settled on Mauson's IUver. Green had a wife and one of tbe most Inter esting little six-year-old girls I ever met, and they treated me just like one of the family. At that time the Indians were all around us, and oue day we received the alarming news that a gang was on the rampage, arid having massacred several families up the river, were com ing down in a canoe to serve us in the same manner. We made up our minds that tbe only way to escape was by water, and fifteen minutes after receiving tbe alarm the four of us, in a light canoe, were speed ing down the stream. We had scarcely shoved off when a wild whoop struck our ears, and turning we saw the In dian canoe in sight. They bad dis covered us and determined that we should not elude them. I never saw Green use the oar with such skill. He had seeu enough or In dians to understand that It was now a case of bfe and death, and with bis wife and only child depending upon his exertions, it need uot be said that every particle of strength and skill that he possessed were needed and put into use. Every moment or two the Indians uttered one or their frightful yells S3 frightful, indehd, that the little girl begau crying through terror. Despite tbe utmost exertions of Green, the savages gained steadily upon us, a fact which was as apparent to them as to us, and which their re peated yells were intended to signalize. When we embarked in our canoe I don't think either of us thought of tbe rapids below. We started in such haste that we had little time to think of anything except as to how we could get away as speedily as possible. But when the roar began to rise in our ears my friend looked inquiringly at me, 1 nodded my bead. 'The best thing that could be for us." I offered to take the paddle several times, but he was not willing. The changing of places would iuvolva a moment or two of delay, and there was no time for that. However, as we ap proached the rapids, I could see that he was a little uneasy, and he made no ob jection to my taking the paddle in hand. Our hopes now centered upon the in ability of our enemies to guide their craft through these rapids. There was no question but that the Indians could manage their canoe with a skill equal, if not superior, to that with which we controlled ours; but in going through this dangerous place there were perils which m gut ea!ly sLipwveck the moit skilful ot their number, as many of them were hidden. Before I attempted to shoot these rapids I had spent several hours in sur veying them from the shore, a proceed ing which, I uu) well satistied, proved my salvation in the exploit afterwaid performed. I steered straight for the rapids, as we neared them tbe roar became deaf ening, the mist filled the air and tbe sight of tb plunging, lashing waters wao so appalling that Mrs. Green cov ered her face to shut out the dreadful sight, and the father was compelled to grasp bis shrieking little girl, wUo was fab ly wild at the sight. The cauoe danced and spun around like an egg-shell, and the blinding mist so covered us aud tbe foaming waters so surrounded us that more than once I feared it was all over with usi but I guided the canoe with all tbe cooluess 1 could summon and, thanks to Provi dence, we shortly reached the compar atively calmer water below, L)aro they follow us?" inquired Green. 'Yes; it's too late to retreat." The Iudiau canoe was at this time close on to the rapids, and anxiously watching their movements I saw the occupauts stop using the paddles, while one of their number took his position in the stera. "That looks as though lie understood It," I rerrarked, as I ceased paddling, and we all gazed back at them. So it proved. The savage soon de monstrated that be bad been through th s channel before, lit followed pre cisely the course I had taken, and wh'.ch was the only one offered the least chance of safety. "There is only one who can bring them through," I added, "aud he woat be there longl" I held my rifle nntll sure of my aire and then fired. The Indian who held the guiding oar uttered a shriek that sounded far above the roar of the rapids, and springing several feet in the air. disappeared in tbe foaming abyss of waters. The cauoe. left without a controlling power, was seen to spin around as if in tne maelstrom, and then, striking a tragment of projecting rock, was shat tered to fragments, tbe Indians strug gling frantically for life. I reloaded my gun as quickly as pos sible, and Green and I managed to send a bullet through a Couple of tbe shaven crowns, which were tossed hither and thither like corks. The others needed no such treatment. Tbey were so mangled by the furious waters that when they floated out of their grasp not a particle of life remained. We made our way down the creek to the nearest neighbor's, where we re mained several days, when we returned to our home and found that It has not been disturbed In tbe least during our abssence, Easter Egg: fartica. Have you ever attended an Easter, egg party? No? Then JOU are unac quainted with one of the most delight ful of social enjoyments peculiar to this season. For a iarty of young people, tbe hostess has prepared a large basket ful of beautifully dyed and decorated pegs, from which one present draws. The couples are assorted for tbe even ing through the correspondence of the eggs. Not ontil midnight are the shells opened, when much interest and amuse ment is manifested over tbe mottoes and tiny souvenirs found within. Many artistic souvenirs can be pre pared by an arrangemeut of pressed flowers and grasses upon plain gilt edge cards. Fanciful designs may be traced, and where tbe flowers are faded, they may be restored to their original color by the touch of the paint brush. Such cards are considered much more original just now than either the pain ted or printed ones. Never Too Late, or. An Old Maid's Wooinij. Miss Simpklns bad fallen in love with ber lodger, there was no use de nying it. She was no longer young, but there were times when she felt, dear old soul, that a man in tho house would be a great protection, Mr. Jenkins was a ret red leather merchant just turned fifty. A fine looking man and one who wore such an artistic wig that you would never have imagined but that it really be longed to his bead, lie, too, felt a growing love for Miss Slmpkins, and one day he came straight to the point. "It has struck me," he said, "that a pers n of your charms never married. Were you ever In love?" "Mo, never," she answered; then, suddenly correcting herself, That is, I mf-an I think" "Don't say that," said Jeremiah, who, by several dexterous and mys terious twists, had managed to draw bis chair alongside that of Miss Simp kins ''don't say that. Is there not one person you could find a warm place in your heart for?" "Ye es no, no, I mean!" she re plied. In confusion. But too late. In less than a mo ment she was in the embrace of her ardent lover. At first she resisted. "How dare you, Mr. Jenkins?" she cried. But In another instant she had raised ber arms to place them around Jerry's neck. But oh. resistless fate! instead of placing her arms around his neck her fingers grazed his ears and touched the spring of the Inimitable wig. The next moment her lover had dashed madly from the room overcome by the fact that his lady love should have discovered his unfortunate scarcity of bair. Miss Simpkins fainted. Poor Jenkins had sought consolation with bis friend Harry Dak ins, at May brook Villa, fifty miles away, over come with shame, lie was really in love with tbe little old maid and be now believed she would never forgive him. Miss Slmpkins, dear soul, soon re covered, and thought only of fiudiug her lover and making it all up again. The servant announced to her iu an swer to an inquiry, that Mr. Jenkins had disappeared from tUo house, bag and baggage, Wheu Miss Simpkins heard this news she went up to her room aud wept. Yes, the old maid who bad not cried iu years found solace lu tears. She had len allowed to sip from tbe cup of happiness, when it was rudely dashed from her lips. But the grief outwardly quickly van. ished; of the grief inwardly we deal not with. Her mind was now bent upon re covering her lost lover; aud she iu vented a plan which seemed most likely to succeed. It was this: She knew Mr. Jenkins was a iolitician and was in the habit of reading the Titiifa. Now Miss Simpkins distinctly remembered noticing the advertisements in the front columns. In which some people corresponded, aud others, who had lost or runaway frieuds, desired or en ticed the in to come home upon seeing the advertlssmout. Misa Simpkiu's plan was to adver tise for his (Mr. Jeukiu's) return in the manner stated. Without hesita ting or losing any time Miss Martha went direct to the office of the T,ma and handed In ber advertisement. 'I he second morning after it appeared ia print. How anxiously she waited for some kind of answer! She expected every moment to see a telegram savin? he was on his way to rejoin ber. But no; the day passed wearily, and nothing was beard of Mr. Jenkins. Thus a fortnight passed' Mi's Simpkius had now almost given up forever tbe idea of her seeing him aga'n, aud her friends remarked that ' she seemed quite au altered person since ber lodger left." As for Mr. Jenkins, despite the good-natured efforts of his friends, he seemed always downcast and un happy. "Whaiever is the matter with you, Jerry?" Harry would ask. -'Can you not confide in me, your oldest fr.endl" But Mr, Jenkins would only shake his head. In his anxiety he had entirely for gotten his favorite newspaper. One day, however, he bethought him of il, and at once dispatched a servant to buy one. Listlessly he turned the pa?es over till presently he found himself glanc ing at the front columns. Suddenly he gave a convulsive start, "Kead that paragraph aloud," be exclaimed, "then I shall le assured that I am not madl" Wondencgly Harry took up the paper and read; Dear J h: Return at once to your alllicted Martha. Xo (Hence taken. M, S. "Harry," said Mr. Jenkins, after a pause, "you have learnt my secret." lu a pretty cottage, situated upon the estate of Harry Dak i us, dwells an honest, genial couple Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins. They are loved and re spected by all who know them aud are "as happy as the day is long." A SenHible Custom- One ot the sensible customs that the Anglomaniac is to be credited with in troducing is that of turning up the bottoms of tbe trousers in stormy aud muddy weather, which is now becoming conspicuously general, whereas for merly only a few Independent pedes trians slightly rolled up the rear side, and thereby spoiled the set of the spring. The English style of rolling up the trousers all round, above the bor der seam does not in tbe least affect the spring set and keeps the edges clean. The people of Tokio, Japan, have taken to eating horseflesh, and there i? quite a demand for it. First Candid Miss ok 10 What do you think of Jimmy Roberts? 1 think he's just splendid. Second Candil Miss I don't; hf tried to kiss me last night, "And didn't be do it?" ' No; be let me get away from him.'' 'Edward, what do I bear, that you disobeyed your grandmother, who told you Just now not to jump dowu these steps!" "Grandma didn't te'l me not to. papa; she only came to the door aud said. I j wouldn't Jump down these steps, boys,' j and I shouldn't thinJL she would aD ' old lady l.ke ber." ' NEWS IN BRIEF. There are not more than 130,000 Quakers in America. Tbe Czar of Kusia is building a castle near Kasha in Finland. Mr. Coates. the owner of the cut ter Mar) or e, has bought tbe Thistle. A strong effort is being made in London against extravagance in fun erals. Vermont in lSw? supported seven paper mills, a copperas mine, and a marble factory. John McCullough's widow, who recently difd at Philadelphia, left au estato valued at SOO 000. The Republic of Switzerland elects a President every year. The term Derrick is an abbrevia tion of Theodoric. a hangman at Ty burn in the 17ih century. Theodore Ti:t.:n is living iu a re mote quarter of Paris ia ty no uirans affluent circumstances. The Princess of Wales aud her daughter sometimes sine to the in mates of London hospitals. The bat tlo of Buena Vista was f.-iusht and won by General Taylor on Washington's birthday, 117. The party which conducted Ihe Miandan chief to his nation Vias re turned. The journey was performed in 101 days. The "Great She" is thj name of the latest gold mine speculative com pany in London. The m:uc is said to be in South Africa. During 1R37 eleven and one-half tons ot puslage stamps nearly 17o, 300.000 in number wore sold at the New York iost oHice. Japan has a twelve year-old girl whose feet measure lo inches in length But her heisht is eight feet, aud she weighs over 270 pounds. A Greek named Dimitrius Autippa lately died at Constantinople at tbe age of 115. He knew Kobestuerre and possessed several of his letters. ' In the State of Ohio, which lies between that river and Lake Et, we leain that the ,opulation ah-vady ex ceeds 2OC.0OO. It has 4 banks and 13 weskiy newspapers, There its a woman living at Han nibal, 11, who is so heavy that she can't walk, snd Is wheeled abuut in a cart by an able-bodied attendant. She weighs 410 pounds, and otherwise is iu zood health. Her Majesty the Queen ot Eng land has subscribed 8200 toward the fund for the purchase of the cottage iu which Miltou wrote "Paradise Lost." This is not a very Iarce sum, but it is rour times as much as Miltou received for the poem. There is a curious law in vogue in Switzerland which comjiels every oewiy-married couple to plant trees shortly after the ceremony. The tre ordered to be planted on wedding days re. the pine and weeping willow. On t:utal days the suggestive birch tree is selected. The King of limv.iia has moved jut and William Vauderbilt has moved in. That Is, William has rented the palace and estate of the lately deceased iJi.it- A Tier while the American millionaires will own all the available palace property i i Europe and royallry will have to p.iy lodging in its ancestral halls. Eigl.t sportMiien shot over the preserved ground of Lord Mansfield at Scon. Perthshire, it-cently, when the extraordinary number cf 1,4'J0 head of game fell to their guns. Ol tut num ber 1,1'JO were pheasants. One of the oarty ued three guns, which were kept loaded hy two keepers, and at one siiot luring the day's work he had about 3 JO pheasants lying around him. A Hungarian miner who whs re- cenily treated by a physician at Phoe uixville. Pa., had been living for three months at an t-xiiense for f'.o.I of only two cents a day. He was earning il a lay but ale only black bread. As a consequenco his teeth were tailing out when the p lysician benan to treat him. and he was slowly starving. A Kaflir vanished. and groans were heard. He was searched f. r without result, but on the following night groans were still heard. The search ioutiuued, and the man was fouud murdered. His murderer was arrested and executed, lit t the groans still con tinued, to the dismay of their auditors. .t last they were traced to a mocking bird. That bird, alone of living things. had seeu the need ot blood. The craze for Japaucse brie a -brae A'hieh has so thoroughly caught and neld American collectors is the growth . f a little over Unity years. When Commodore IVrry returned to Wash ington from Mikad) land, about 1-554, ho brought the. first J. panese curios ever seen here. Aiming them were two large l.icqu'-n.-d bowls, with .overs, one of which was bought by Edward Everett. Lacquered ware was greatly admired, and it was declared that the Japanese had made wood mal leable. 1 A queer custom prevails among the Indians of the Kuskowim country. It seems that if a native woman Is igreeable to a change of husbauds, the 'itjestion of her possession is decided iy a wrestling match between the two iivals. iu which the victor carries off the woman. The vanquished combat . nit dues not appear to entertain the slightest feeling of anser or resentment against bis more succesaf ul opjionent. A physician in sending a certificate of birth to the health otliee gave the following account of tho parentage of the child: "About a year ago liosl Ferraro, a widower with two children, advertised for a wife. Verne Itaflel called to see h!m, and they were mar ried by Hev. F. Audreis. He treated bis children so badlv that I had him arrested. Three months after the marriage lie took Lis two children and returned to Italy, deserting Lis wife. She Is now cared for by friends, and all she poasesses is 12 wnts. She had 13, but considering that an unlucky num ber, she gave one away yesterday." The highest weatl.er observatory in Europe has recently been opened, ou the Santis, the highest Alp in the can ton of AppenzeiL It is 8,200 feet above sea .eveL There are but two higher stations ia Eurojie one, the highest, at 10,135 feet, on the Sonublick, in the Salzburg A'ps and the ntxt highest on the Pic Ou Midi. 0,378 feet. On these two elevations snow, in most years, must linger all summer. The Santis house is built of thick walls of solid limestone, blasted out on the spot, and contains two stories. It will resist not only cold, but such gales as the lowlands never know being in its solidity in happy contrast the wooden signal station building on Mount Washington. It cost, all equipped, J12.C00. i I, .1 1 CO. Ui ' 3'- ) -"-"""I"
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