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15rly May.
Eutli U glmdt K!nt Winter' daJt
All bis snow, taj chill wind, fled.
And tha balmy Muth winds brio
Bosated ttowsrsu of spring;.
All th birds mld tha trees,
Band their warbling on tba braexn,
MlBtHnj with tha odors sweet.
Prasaed from flowers 'neath our feet.
Fraab, tba g-reea blades of tba sod
8pring anew, as vat nn'ro.1;
And tba purple Tioleu peep,
Wakened from the winter's sleep;
Bright, the yellow daffodil
Forma a border to tha hill:
Wuy-bloaeomed croc as nils
Shad nooks near by tbe rills;
And tba trees, no looser bare.
Spread their branches on the air;
rieml forth bud, and blnasora, spray,
LaYea, to shade the sun's warm raj;
As a host, with air so bUnd.
Ones more graxs the wanderer'n hand;
Welcomes him, with kindly smile.
To tha borne lett for a while;
Bo tha STin, with genial rays,
Welcome gneats of former dajs.
Flowers, aud birds with soug so sweet,
Tha buds, tha leaves, each, all, doth greet.
WEAK ITtOMISES.
Mr. Ilaryey Tluickston, bachelor,
haj arriveU at home from the club, and
was about to retire fur the nijht. lie
had thrown off hia v-t, released L.s
collar and cravat, and taken oS bis
boots, but there his dlTesting- process
had suddenly ceased, and we find Mr.
Thacbston sitting upon the edge of his
bed as motionless as a statue, holding
a boot in either hand, and at times
gazing silently from his boots to the
gas-Jet. and from the gas-jet to his
boots.
A person might have surmised from
the bachelor's appearance that he was
la doubt whether to complete bis
divestment and go to bed, or resume
what articles he had already taken off
and sally forth for a little more enjoy
ment, or that he was racking his brain
over a question of more serious Inter
est. A few words from the gentleman
himself, however, will spare the reader
the torture of conjecture.
"So, so," he ruiLsed, looking down
upon his boots with a smile of amuse
ment, and swinging them between his
knees as he spoke. "So Ralph has
gone, eh? Gone mad, and been mar
ried? Well, well, who'd have thought
It? And I'm the ouly one of the club
left single. Hal hat What a grand
triumph this is for me! The last! The
only man of tbe whole lot who had the
power to resist ic. Ha! ba! You're
quite a hero, Harvey, my boy! They
all said you would go first but you
didn't. Several of them vowed that
they would be the last ones. Several
of them had the impudence to vow
they never would U married. But they
have all succumed at last. Love, the
conqueror, has leveled them all like
Teeds nnder the scythe, or ten-plus
tiefore the bowling-ball. I stand alone,
the only survivor of the dreadful car
nage. Poor IUlph! Gone! and he
was captured so helplessly. Amelia
VTeatberston's bright eyes and hand
some curls were too strung for l.ioi,
much as he used to profess himself in
Tulnerable to a score of Amelias. Ha!
Ha! What a helpless bit of clay a man
tdeems to be, with a pair of black eyes.
beautiful face, and a cluster of curls
confronting him."
Mr. Tuackaton here stopped swinging
liis boots, and transferred his attention
suddoly to tbe gas-let.
The flame of love," he soliloquized,
ft. m.r.nlinr nrnruthlv Insnired br the
dancing gas-light "the flame of love
ba devoured them as chaff, and here I
alt a self-conceited salamander a
isuHnr wiitnr. our turn now.'
llalph said to me, parting at the club
SO-nlght. "les, my turn, x anow. uui
e. turn that will be totally devoid of
event. ot so,' they all said. 4 You're
no more love-proof than we are, Har
vey. You have had will enough to
slick it out to the last, which must
.have been extreme torture, out you 11
ft. nn fr Xever! Never!
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1 have lived a bachelor's life too long
ki relluquisu 11 in me very wuiui ui
k-on and delight. What! Surrender
llb-rty ,or slavery! Give np my jolly,
rollicking; lire, that owns not even the
shade authority, for that 'wedded
bliss' NWa for the Innocent vic
tim the nomy prospects of rigorous
system, pOOCtual tours, spicy breezes,
occasional hair-dreasings, cradles,
soothing syrup. nd much else too dis
tracting to flblnk. of. Step from Ely
.1 .. T7.im. Uffhl the thought
makes me sh.Ter. If I should take
such a mad step, my conscience would
torture me to the grave. I d be play
ing false to my clu, to mT night-key.
and to the general p.rtnciples of good
fellowship. Some people think my sen
timents rancid. Let them. I nave
mTImI a woman-hater. I am notl
I can revel la a woman's amllas and
weet talk as well as any of them. 1
can look npou a woman with .v much
Hnn aa nnv of them, but 1
can admire her from the proud hvibt
of impartiality, ana wane mjjujk
the fatal book, prove the fact that I
am an extremely uara nan k icu.
Ob, no I am not a woman-hater. I'm
a man of common sense, that's what I
""with this sage reflection, Mr. Thack
ston threw his boots into a corner, ai
rayed himself in bis night costume,
put out the gas, and went to bed.
A few days subsequent, Mr. Harvey
Thac'--On was enjoying bis summer
vacation among the most fashionable
rftoeles of Newport Society. Hand
isome. and wealthy, courteous, jovial,
and generous, in the highest degrees,
Sir Thackston alwayscreated a marked
ampreaslon la whatever society be chose
(enter. ,
At Viewport he was In his glory.
The lolly, happy-go-lucky, free-and-easy
beaus, tbe stately bell, and the flaunt
ing coquettes, all flocked around him,
tbe former to revei in his charming
company, and share bis magnificent
wine, the two latter, to endeavor, with
the charm of beauty and the science of
artifice, to snare him in their nets, and
effect the capture of a millionaire and
.Ills fortune;
for the tirst class narwf cared a
great -deal. To them he devoted his
heart-felt attention; for, rollicking,
.careless fellow that be was, be loved
good-fellowship, and was bound to
esajoy it, no matter what the cost. For
the latter classes be cared comparatively
nothing, ne was a bachelor, a man
who. reeardicg the sublime passion
possessed, it was said, a heart of ada
mant, invulnerable to charm, unassail
able by stratagem. What cared he for
their smUes and coquetry? Nothing.
He let their cunning artlflcea paw
. i..i tt tha utmost innocence.
. n.Jn, tta nansed for a While
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,nri chatted pjiasanUji when Invited to
their receptions (which was often the
case), be attended them. If possib'e,
always taking his leave, however, with
an Indifference that was actually aston
ishing, exhibited, as it was, by a single
marriageable gentleman.
So the gay and festive young gentle
men who were bis companions, praised
him as a jolly. One fellow, with a soul
as good as gold, while the defeated
belles, the nonplussed skirmishers, and
their speculative parents murmured
amazement at their failures. Society
in general "gazed and wondered much,"
and all concurred in pronouncing the
oacrieior a very queer ush."
One day a polo match was announced
to take place on the amusement
grounds. There was a large attendance
of people to view tbe sport, for the
captain of one of the si Jes was reported
to be none other than Mr. Harvey
Thackston.
When the match began, sure enough,
the captain of the Blues, mounted upon
a superb horse, was immediately recog
nized as the jolly bachelor.
Tbe first Inning, after a hard con
test, was won by the Blues, through a
masterly final stroke effected by their
leader, and, as the bachelor rode in
f root the strife, he was cheered to the
echo by his vast throng of admirers.
The second Inning began. It proved
a greater struggle. This time victory
seemed destined for the Iteds, for tb;y
had the ball almost to the goal. Des
perately excited, narvey Thackston
spurred forward to save the battle by
another stroke, but in leaning forward
to strike tbe ball with his mallet, he
suddenly lost his balance, and toppled
from his saddle, his bead striking tbe
ground with violence, where he lay
stunned and bleed in .
Cries of horror filled tbe air; friends
rushed forward to the fallen man's
assistance, and he was quickly removed
to one of the field tents. But at the
moment of his fall, far above tbe gene
ral peal of exclamations, rang the
startling voice of a female from the
midst of the spectators upon the grand
stand, and Tberese Montressor, tbe
reigning telle of Newport, fainted In
her mother's arms.
When Harvey recovered his censes,
he found himself lying upon a ham
mock bed in one of the coolest tents
upon the polo ground. He seemed to
betray some surprise at Cniing himself
alive, but this gave place to astonish
ment when he felt a soft band placed
tenderly upon his feverish forehead,
and heard a sweet voice inquire:
"I)o you feel better. Mr. Thack
ston?"
He looked up. and discovered the
speaker to be the beautiful Tberese
Montressor.
"Gracious!" he exclaimed. "You
here. Miss Montressor? And alone?"
"Alone? Yes, Mr. Thackston, and
doctoring you into the bargain," she
replied, with a smile. "You bad a
fearful fall. Papa and mamma took
you in charge after it happened. Every
one is at lunch now under tbe grand
awning, and I volunteered to stay here
to attend you."
"This is very kind of you, ML'i Mon
tressor, he raid. "I did not think
myself so high in your esteem as to
merit this consideration. 1 es, I leel
all right again. I'll go out and re
mount. Are tbe men waiting lor
me?"
"No, Indeed; they're waiting rather
tor tbe wine service at the lunch table,
and if you are wise, Mr. Thackston,
you will never mount a horse again. I
declare your fall gave me such a shock
I fa I almost fainted. Your bead is
very feverish. Let me bathe it with
this sponge and water."
Miss Montressor thereupon proceeded
to repeat the duties she bad been per
forming ae regular lutervals for the
past hour. Harvey enjoyed the deli
cious treatment for some time, and
also the pleasantest chat he bad ever
hail with any lady of bis aoqualntance.
There was a (erceptlble change in
the bachelor's demeanor, as he listened
and talked to his charming companion.
He seemed to bestow the most sincere
attention upon her, and everything she
said. He did not indulge in so mach
careless, rambling nonsense and heart
less levity, as was his wont- As a
general thing, at any stage of a conver
sation. Harvey was equal to all emer
gencies, and ever ready to throw in
some of his quaint, humorous rercarks
In a way that kept the talk flowing
ripplngly. Now. however, at times the
conversation was very incoherent.
There were druzs and pauses, and
actual gaps. There was evidently
somethiuz disturbing the bachelor's
habitual tranquility. And be felt
there was, for under tbe bright glances
of the beautiful Tberese. be wriggled
and twitched, like a being under the
influence of some fascinating basilisk.
"Uellol" cried a voice, suddenly.
"Alive again?" and turning their eyes
toward the opening of tbe tent, iiar-
vev and Therese saw standing there
Mr. Ralph Liston, the former's chum
of the club, who bad so lately fallen a
victim to matrimony.
"Yes, alive again, Ralph. Come
In." said Harvey.
Ralph came In. Tberese Montressor
rose.
'The relief watch has come. I am
off duty." she said. ! will go to lunch
now, Mr. Thackston. Oood-by for the
present. IXmt get talking exciteaiy
now, or you'll work yourself into some
dangerous fever," and she fluttered
from the tent like a butterfly.
Italph sat down on tbe camp stool
which Therese had lust vacated. Only
a few moment had passed when he
detected a strangeness in his friend's
manner; an abstractedness, as if his
thoughts were not occupied wuu me
subject of which be was talking.
KalDh imelled a mouse immediately
"Do you know, my dear Harvey," be
said, suddenly, "tbe scene I discovered
here a moment or two ago was of a
rather suspicious nature. It was, by
Jove! Rather a pretty picture. Sick
warrior on couch, with beautiful fe
male Samaritan. Bright glances, soft
voices, and all that. Something in
that. Harrey. Confess."
l'shaw " said Harvey, with a smile.
"Dont say pshaw to me, Go on,
Harvey. Ill not tell on you. She's a
good catch. Hook her at tbe first
nibble."
"Xonsense . said Harvey, with an
other smile. "I thought you knew
better of me than that. You're a
clown. Ralph."
"Love is flooring you at last, liar
tt I know it."
No. sir. Ha! ba! What a silly
noodle you are, Ralph! Do jou sup
pose that I have passed over and over
again through roaring flames, to be
dually scorched and cooked by a trivial
puff like this? That the last bachelor
of the club, the magnificent tail-piece
of celibacy, is yiewing oimwu lu me
common fate more easily perhaps than
any of you?"
"That's Imprecisely. X have often
said, IIarvey. that our braggart sol
dier, fighting to the last, would prove
an easier victim than any of us. I
believe it. too. Walt and yon will see.
I don't assert that the vanquisher will
be Tberese Montressor, but it will be
some one, ambushed at present, but
doomed very soon to stand i nr
path and dispute your further ry
progress. Tbe trouble is, llar.j . you
havent met your fate yet. Y'ou will
thwart peril with the utmost impunity
until you do. But when your late ap-
pears beware!"
"Ralph, you're a jackass, " said Har
vey.
"Thanks. Excuse me a moment.
please. There's my wife out upon tbe
green, looking for me. I must bail
her. Ah, what a nice bunch of berries
a wife is, Harvey. You never go ber
rying, do you? And darting a provok
ing smile at bis friend. Ralph rushed
out.
Harvey looked up at tbe roof of the
tent, passed bis band across bis fore
head, thought a while, and began to
nggie.
"What a delicious thing it Is." he
mused, "to have a pretty woman
soothing a fellow's head with a sponge
and a basin of water! Charming Tbe
rese is handsome, and no mistake. As
pretty as an angel, and as clever as a
Vassar graduate. Beautiful eyes.
wondrous depth of expression, and
what a voice! What a heart, too!
Whoa! steady, Harvey I What are you
doing? Letting the vision of a pretty
woman run away with you? Dispel
it. then. There! Hang it, it won't
go! Tbe black curls, the bright eyes.
the soft smiles, the fairy sponge and
basin, are all flashing before me like a
sea of freshly minted gold eagles, and
the voice is still dwelling in my ear
like the murmur of some babbling
brooklet. Pshaw I I'm getting poeti
cal. That's a very bad sinn. Harvey,
my boy, really this is getting serious.
You're going crazy. Is love hammer
ing for admittance at the gate of your
heart? Don't let him in. Keep him
out. But these immaterial creatures
frequently jump the fence. Let him,
and he'll break his neck once and for
ever. Remember your vow I A bache
lor as long as you live; a jolly Uie; free
dom; no slavery! Ha! hal Sorry ,
Therese, very sorry; but it cant be
helped. Drop your anchor, Harvey,'
and let the storm coma. Y'ou can
BUnd it." I
Harvey was a man given te much
strange soliloquizing, but in this solilo-
quy he was stranger than bij wont.'
What was the reason? Was it tbe
fever produced by his fall in the polo
match, or the fever of love? Harvey
turned over, and fell into a comfortable
sleep.
Notwithstanding bis intention to
drop anchor and weather the storm, an
hour later, when be awoke, the first
thing he did was to hurry to his hotel
and pack bis valise. In the evening,
to the general surprise of every one, he
bade Newport adieu and took tbe boat
for New York.
What was the reason of this hasty
departure? The reason which he as
signed was fear of the wound upon his
head, and the desire to have tbe at
tendance of bis own physician. The
reason which Ralph Liston suspected,
and the true one, was that he dared
not trust himself in the company of
Therese Montressor; that he had flown
to escape the allurements of love.
Poor Harvey 1 With all bis bravado,
what a coward he wasl But be did not
escape the snare for all that.
The Newport season closed. So
ciety was again comfortably settled in
Its metropolitan quarters. Harvey
played bis accustomed part in the club
gatherings and social receptions. He
was invited to many parties, and he
went to all of them. But he was invi
ted to one too many. It took place in
Brooklyn. He went to it, and his
doom seemed to be foreshadowed. He
met Tberese Montressor. He went to
several others, and through tbe skillful
management of an arch villain named
Ralph Liston, be met Therese Montres
sor at all of them. By this time be
was fairly In the toils a helpless cap
tive, and one of the easiest of victims.
One evening, Therese Montressor sat
in tbe parlor of her father's mansion,
in company with a gentleman. They
were alone. Tbe gas bad not yet been
lighted; the parlor was illuminated
ouly by the ruddy glow of the cheerful
grate, but by this light any one could
have appreciated the situation.
The gentleman had one arm clasped
lovingly around tbe lady's waist. In
one hand he was pressing that fairy
member which bad once bathed his
temples so pleasantly with cold water.
WL11 you be mine, Therese?" be
asked.
"I will," she whispered, softly.
Harvey gave a sigh or relief.
"I've done it," he murmured to him
self. "Or, at least. Love has. How
sheepish 1 feel! To think that I should
ever come to this! How I've been
gathered in so easily knocks me! Ah,
well Love is quite a conundrum!
Tberese, my darling, I am yours for
ever!" Thus the last bachelor of the club
fell into tbe tempting abyss of matri
mony. A in m Novel.
A suit to retain possession of a tomb
stone, which was recently begun in
Brooklyn by Thomas Slsk, a saloon
keeper, hinges on rather a romantic
story. The stone was found several
weeks ago by laborers who were digging
in a cellar, and when it was taken to
Sisk's saloon and cleaned it turned out
to be 137 years old, according to the
Inscription, the latter showing that it
had been placed over the "body of
Mrs. Hannah Betts. late wife of John
Betts, Esq., Dec'd.. who was the only
daughter and heir of Mr. John Bar
well." A few days ago, through a
legal complication in which a chattie
mortgage for $o0 figured conspicuously,
the stone fell into the hands of an
attorney, from whom tbe saloon keeper
has sought by this suit to recover it. It
now appears that a Mr. Winslow, who
says be is one ot tbe heirs to a large
fortune left by the aforesaid John Bar
wel', and awaiting the proper claimants
in England, considers the tombstone
an important link in the chain of iden
tification which he Is trying to estab
lish. Tbe story is that John Barwell
sailed from England early in the last
century with his wife and two children,
tbe oledst of.whom was Hannah. The
vessel was wrecked, and Hannah Bar
well was the only passenger rescued.
She married one John Betts, a Connec
ticut man, and to ber Mr. Winslow
traces his ancestry. It is claimed that
she Is tbe Hannah Betts to whom the
stone refers.
The Australian savsgesare passing
out ot existence taster than any other
aboriginal race.
THE KTIQUET OP KISSING.
Conditions Under W bich Modern
ciety Permits Oscnlation.
So-
Kissing is out of style. Nobody does
it now but sweethearts, young children
and teachers. Tbe first blow was struck
by tbe medical profession about the
time of the decease of Princess Alice.
Ever since the practice has been de-
nounced. and in families where proper
respect is paid to hygiene children are
strongly cautioned against promis-
cuous kissing.
In society a woman Is not kissed
twice In a season. When an old friend
is greeted and she advances with her
lips the victim turns her face and the
caress falls askance. Possibly the very
woman who is opposed to the practice
takes the initiative, but her lips never
meet lips. She may kiss within a frac
tion of your mouth kiss your chin,
your cheek, or your forehead; kiss your
'eyelid into repose," or kiss your hatr
hair but if she has bad any training
socially she will never kiss your mouth.
Tbe repugnance to kissing is due
largely to academic training. In nearly
all tbe famous colleges for women
there is a special teacher or doctor in
physiology, and in the so-called oral
recitations the pernicious effects of os
culation are considered at great length.
By way of tolerating what seems to be
a necessary evil various theories are ad
vanced and various provisions advoca
ted. The girl who comes from Smith
College, Northampton, kisses on the
oblique lines that fall from the left
corner of your mouth, but when kissed
is so adroit in the way she jerks her
bead that the point of salutation may
be found on a radius from the right of
her demure little mouth. The Vassar
graduate kisses more than her Smith
college friend, but tbe chin is her
choice, as you will observe in an at
tempt to salute ber. The seniors from
Wellesley press their kisses high up on
the face, almost under the sweep of the
eyelash, and the Lake Forest and Har
vard Annex maidens kiss at a point
squally distant from the nose and ear
Nothing is more dainty than tbe kiss
of a well-bred chaperon, who. mindful
of the time and trouble spent over the
powder-box, gently presses ber lips on
your hair just north of your ear. The
minister's wife is another sweet soul,
'who knows where a kiss will do the
least harm, and ber favorite method is
an air kiss, with the gentlest pressure
of her cheek to your cheek. The wo
man ot fashion, who patronizes you
and lets you visit her while she is at
ber siesta, kisses you anywhere about
the triangle between the eye, ear and
hair-line. She learned long ago about
the incompatibility of baste and erace,
and as she advances you see ber lips
turn in. and simultaneously with tbe
kiss is a thick, viscous noise that sounds
like tbe tearing of a middle-aged
narshmallow drop.
My Wile's Exploit.
I was telegraph operator stationed in
the little town of Deering, upon the
line or the Pacific railroad, between
the cities of D and G . Six
miles further west was the more pre
tentious town of Paris, upon the direct
road to D .
Dee ring was by no means a model
residence. Still there was a school, and
a timid little blue-eyed woman bad
come from Vermont to teach it.
How long an unprotected woman
might have lived In Deering I can ouly
guess, for Alice Holt had been in
Deering but three months when she
consented to walk into church with
me and walk out my wife. This was
In July, and we had occupied a pretty
cottage nearly a quarter of a mile from
tbe telegraph station since our mar
riage. 1 V ith this necessary introduction I
come to tbe story of that October
night and the part my blue-eyed Alice,
IS. and afraid of ber own shadow,
played in It.
1 was in the office at about 7.30
o'clock when one of the city officials
came in. all hurried, saying:
"Stirling, have you been to the em
bankment on the road to-day?"
"No, I have not."
1 "It was a special Providence that
took me there, then. One of the
great masses of rock baa rolled down
directly across the track. It will be as
dark as a wolf's mouth to night, and if
the midnight train comes from D
there will be a horrible smash up'"
"The midnight train must stop at
Paris, then." 1 replied. "I will send
a message."
"Yes. That is what I stopped in
for. Tbe other track is clear, so you
need not stop the train to D ."
"All right, sir."
I was standing at the door, seeing
my caller down the rickety staircase,
when Alice came up with my supper.
"Any messages to-day?" my wife
asked.
"One from D for John Martin."
"John Martin?" Alice cried; "the
greatest rufflaa in Deering. What was
the message?"
"Midnight traln.r
"Was that all?"
"That was all. Mr. Hill has just
been in here to tell me there is a huge
rock across the track at the embank
ment, so I shall stop tbe midnight at
Paris."
She went Into the dressing-room,
taking no light, but depending upon
the candles burning In the office, I
was rising from my seal to send tbe
telegram, when the door opened and
four of the worst characters In Deer
ing, led by John Martin, entered the
room. BeTore I could speak, two
threw me back in my chair, one hold
ing a revolver to my bead and John
Martin spoke:
"Mr. Hill was here to tell yon to
stop the D train. Y'ou will not
send that message. Listen. The rock
is there to stop that train put there
for that purpose. There is half a mil
lion of gold in the express car. Do
you understand?"
I trembled for Alice. Not s sound
came from the little room as I was
tied, hand and foot, to my chair,
bound so securely that I could not
move. It was proposed to gag me,
but finally concluding that my cries,
if I made any, could not be beard, a
handkerchief was bound over my
mouth.
The door of the washroom was closed
and locked Alice still undiscovered,
then the light was blown out, and tbe
ruffians left me, locking the door after
them.
There was a long silence. Outside I
could bear the step of one of the men
pacing np and down, watching. I
rubbed my bead against tbe wall be
hind me, and succeeded in getting the
handkerchief on my mouth to fall
around my neck, I bad scarcely ac-
complUbel this wLea there catne a tap '
on tbe inner door.
"Robert!" Alice said.
"Yes, love. Speak low. there is a
man under my window."
'I am going to Paris. There is no
man under my window, and I can get
out there. I have six long roller
towels here knotted together, and I
have cut my white shirts to join them.
Tbe rope made so reaches nearly to the
ground. I shall fasten it to tbe door
knob and let myself down. It will not
take long to reach home, saddle Sellm.
and reach Paris to-night. Don't fear
for me."
Nine o'clock. As the bell of the
church clock ceased to strike, a rum
ble, a flash, told me that a thunder
storm was coming rapidly. Ten o'clock!
Tbe rain falling in torrents, the thun
der pealing, lightning flashing. Alice
was afaid of lightning. Eleven o'clock!
The storm over, though still the night
was inky black.
The midnight-down train was com
ing swiftly, surely, to certain destruc
tion! Where was my wife? Had the
ruffians Intercepted ber at the cottage?
Was she lying dead somewhere upon
tbe wild road? Her heroism was of
no avail, but was her life saved? In
the agony of that question the ap
proaching rumble of tbe train was far
more than the bitterness of Alice lost
in the horror of the doomed lives it
carried. Why bad I let her start
upon her mad errand.
The heavy tram rumbled past the
telegraph office. It was an express
train, and did not stop at Deering sta
tion; but as I listened, every sense
sharpened my mental torture, it seemed
to me that tbe speed slackened. Lis
tening intently, I knew that it stopped
at the embankment, as nearly as I
could judge. Not with the sickening
crash I expected, not preceding wails
and groans from the injured passen
gers, but carefully. A moment more
and I heard shouts, the crack of fire
arms, sounds of conflict.
What could it all mean? The min
utes were hours, till I beard a key turn
in the door of my prison, and a mo
ment later two tender arms were round
my neck, and Alice was excitedly
whispering in my ear:
"They will come In a few minutes,
love, to set you free."
"But, have you been to Paris?"
''Yes, dear."
"In aU that storm?"
"Sellm seemed to understand. Ha
carried me swiftly and surely. I was
well wrapped in my water-proof cloak
and hood. When I reached Paris the
train bad not come from D ."
"But it is here."
"Only the locomotive and one car,
In that car was a sheriff, deputy
sheriff, and twenty men, armed to the
teeth, to capture tbe gang at the em.
bankment. 1 came, too, and they low
ered me from the platform when the
speed slackened, so that I could run
here and tell you all was safe. "
While we spoke my wife's fingers
bad first untied the handkerchief
around my neck, and then, in tbe dark.
found some of the knots of tbe cords
binding me. But I was still tied fast
and strong, when there was a rush of
many feet upon tbe staircase, and, in
another moment, light and joyful
voices.
"We've captured the whole nine!'
was the good news. "Three, Includ
ing John Martin, are desperately
wounded, but tbe surprise was perfect.
Aov, old lellow, lor you."
A dozen clasp-knives at once severed
my bonds, and a dozen bands were ex
tended in greeting. As for the praises
showered upon my plucky little wife, it
would require a volume to tell half of
them.
Beforehand With Death.
A young man walked Into the estab
lishment of a prominent undertaker in
Detroit a few weeks ago, and after
glancing carelessly over the place In
quired:
"How much for a coffin?"
Tbe undertaker ran over a list of
prices aud asked the sex of the person
lor whom it was needed.
"It is for a man a man about my
size," replied the customer.
After some dickering a style of cof
fin was selected and a price decided
upon. Then the young man took off
bis overcoat and said to the under
taker:
"Measure me,"
'But, but," stammered the mortu
ary dealer, "you are not buying a coffin
for yourself?"
"That is just what I am doing,"
replied the customer, with a hollow
cough. "I have only a few weeks to
live, and not a relative in the world
but a feeble old mother. I want to
save her all tbe trouble I can."
The undertaker took his height and
tbe breadth of his shoulders, feeling
more nervous than he ever had at any
contact with death. Then the young
man paid for bis uncanny purchase.
took a receipt, and left word where it
should be sent when wanted.
One day last week tbe climax to
this strange story wai reached, when
a tottering old woman entered the
undertaker's establishment and showed
a piece of rumpled paper.
"It's for my boy, Harry," she said,
weeping bitterly, "lie said It was an
order for bis coffin."
"Then he is dead?" asked tbe under
taker, who bad not forgotten his strange
customer.
"Yes, he is dead the best boy that
ever lived," and she broke down again.
The undertaker delivered the coffin
and saw tbe man whose measure he
had taken comfortably placed in bis
purchase.
Origin of the Lamp Chimney.
Argand. a poor Swiss, Invented a
lamp with a wick nttea into a hollow
cylinder, up which a current of air
was permitted to pass, thus giving a
supply of oxygen to tbe interior as well
as the exterior or the circular rrame.
At first Argand used the lamp without
a glass chimney.
One day he was busy in bis work
room and sitting before tbe burning
lamp. His little brother was amusing
himself by placing a bottomless oil
flask over different articles. Suddenly
be placed it upon the flame of the
lamp, which instantly shot up the long
circular neck or the nasa witn in
creased brilliancy. It did more, for it
flashed into Argand 's mind tbe idea of
the lamp chimney, by which bis inven
tion was perfected.
So mk weeds provide pasturage when
tbey are young and tender; hence a
flock of sheep turned on a field Infest
ed with weeds will do good service In
not only eradicating the weeds but In
converting them Into mutton. By pre
venting weeds from seeding they will
soon become extinct uaiess iney ara -oi
varieties uias prorogate vem toe roots.
BUTTERFLIES.
A Wonderful Collection of the Winded
Insects.
There are butterflies that sail grace-
tally through space within the bounda
ries of New Yoi k State that are worth
$10 a piece. Think of that, ye home
less tramps. Go catch a dozen, ana
then take tbem to Berth old Neumoe-
gen, and he will give shekels Tor them,
for he is desperately enamored of but
terfly creation, and' has given as much
as f 100 for a single specimen oi me
gauzy creatures. Mr. Neumoegen is a
member of the New York Stock Ex
change. In tbe top story of bis house
Is a room which contains luu.uuu dui
terflies aad 100,000 pins, for every but
terfly in Mr. Neumoegen's collection Is
defunct, and Is impaled upon a pin.
None but those who have seen a
hundred thousand butterflies, each of
them differing from the other in some
particular considered important ty
science, can have the faintest concep
tion of the wonderful beauty of many
of these most delicate creations of na
ture. Nothing in art can approach
them In delicacy of texture, or is to be
compared to them in coloring. Somr
of the rarer specimens exhibit mar
velous combinations of color and are so
surpassingly beautiful that no descrip
tion could do them justice. There are
just two collections in the world that
can compare with that owned by Mr.
Neumoegen. One is possessed ty tue
British Museum in London, and the
other is found in a public institution in
Paris. Mr. Neumoegen has been col
lecting butterflies for twenty years, and
his bobby has cost him $35,000 in
money, to say nothing of the value of
the time be has devoted to the pursuit
or without calculating the daily ex
pense entailed by the collection and the
reputation it has gained for its posses
sor. Two men are almost constantly
employed In receiving and shipping
sneclmens. for butterfly collectors art
continually exchanging specimens. Re
eentlv Mr. Neumoegen shipped to a
single collector in Europe, uy mo
steamship Saale. 20,000 butterflies. He
generally keeps in stock about 100,000
specimens for purposes of exchange,
and these are exclusive of his collec
tion, not one or which he would dis
pose of unless be felt certain ot being
able to replace it.
When the King of Belgium senas an
expedition Into Africa Broker Neu
moegen takes a snare in tue enierpn-.
His correspondent in Belgium gives
him an Idea of the character of each
member of the expeditionary force.
This enables him to select the best man
for bis purpose, and the selection hav
ing been made and terms agreed upon,
the butterfly collector patiently awaits
results. His emissary will devote all
his spare time to securing specimens of
all the butterflies in the country
vlsted, and will ship them at bis con
venience. Generally the captives are
packed in triangular bit of paper and
then put into a cigar box or something
like it and sent by mail. Specimens
have been seven months on the road,
and upon their receipt are not always
In the freshest condition. Now every
butterfly in Mr. Neumoegen's collec
tion is perfect, now is this result at
tained? In what are mistakenly termed
the good old days the specimens were
placed on wet sand until they were in
a "relaxed" condition. Mr. Neumoe
pen has invented a process which he
believes to be a vast improvement
over the old style, and the condition or
his collection proves that his belief is
well founded. He places newly-received
specimens in a small tin box.
The latter is provided with a cork bot
tom. The cork Is dampened and the
temperature and moisture is controlled
by a pipe that connects the Interior of
the box with the outside air. In four
weeks the most hardened specimen has
never failed to respond favorably to
this mode of treatment. When the
specimens have become sufficiently re
laxed they are placed upon spreading
boards. These boards are from three
Inches to three feet in width and all of
them ha ve a groove in the centre. In this
groove tke bodies fit. The wings and
feelers are spread upon a fiat surface,
and five pins are inserted into different
portions of the insect. Then glass or
tin weights are placed upon the speci
mens, and when inese are iemoveu tue
butterflies, with few exceptions, ex
hibit all the beauties of their natural
state.
The great African explorer, Living
stone, has furnished Mr. Neumoegen
with eome of his rarest butterflies.
Others have been furnished by Stanley,
others again by Lieutenant Schwatka
and members of the Greely relief ex
pedition; in fact, his collection has
been enriched through the efforts oi
some member of every exploring ex
pedition that has been organized within
the past fifteen years. In his collection
are butterflies that refused to freeze on
the shores of Lady Franklin's Bay,
within 500 miles of the north pole; that
have disported themselves on Green
land's icy mountains and India's coral
strand. Others lazily new from flower
to flower on tbe banks of Lakes Tan
ganyika and Victoria Nyanza, Gor-geous-hued
victims were captured near
the headwaters of the Amazon. Bor
neo and Labrador, Thibet and Alaska,
China and Siberia, Turkestan and Kam
schatka have furnished their contin
gent: so have the Himalayas, the
Rocky Mountains and the Alps.
Some of the butterflies in this army
of 100,000 are so small that several of
them wouldn't incommode an ordi
narily sensible optic, while others
measure seventeen inches from tip tc
tip of their wings, and these look big
enough to waste small shot upon. But
every butterfly, small or big, is labeled,
and upon each label Is marked the
name of the specimen, the family to
which it belongs. Its sex and the name
of Its discoverer. There are several
butterflies named In honor of Berthold
Neumoegen, and one of these, the
Neumoegenla poetica, a night-moth,
which Is found In Arizona, he has
fallen in love with. It is small, and
its wings are snow-white on the outer
edge and golden-bued next the body.
Curiously enough tbe male butterfly is
much handsomer, generally, than the
female. Tbe latter is usually tbe more
strongly built. To the uninitiated
some of tbe female butterflies do not
look as if they belonged to the same
family as the males of the same family,
they are so much less attractive in col
oring, and, in some respects. In form.
But this difference never leads astray
the experienced collector.
Benjamin L. Home, a native ol
Virginia, who was Stonewall Jack
son's guide during the late war, is now
living on a farm near Madison, Ga.
He is a Methodist minister, now on
the retired list.
TWO CYCLONE STORIES.
How the Mtfht of a Funnel-Shaped
Ciuud anecu a Man,
The other day at the Press Club
rooms a group or reporters were rela
ting personal experiences, says tbe
Milwaukee AYnfinef. -"The most
thrilling sight I ever saw," said one.
was tbe howling cyclone at llaclne
about four years ago. 1 never want to
see another, for the sight scared away
ten years of my life. 1 saw a big,'
copper-colored, funnel-shaped cloud
approaching, and, anticipating that
there would be a lively storm, went to
the top story of the Y. M. C. A.
building to see it break over the city.
The immense runnel came nearer and
nearer, lower and lower, majestically
approaching the Bohemian quarter
of the city. Then, to my horror,
buildings were tossed in the air like
dice thrown from a box, mingling in
Indescribable confusion with sections
of fences, broken and uprooted trees,
all in a cloud of dust. I cau't describe
tbe terror that took possession of me
when I saw the big bouses flying
through the air, and to this day I do
not know how I got down the several
flights of stairs and out of the build
ing. When I recovered my comjio
sure I was ten blocks away in the
opposite direction, all out of breath.
I don't think 1 ever ran the distance
in such a short period of time as that
day trying to run away from that cy
clone.' "That reminds me," said one of the
listeners, "of a little episode that put a
few gray hairs in my bead. It was in
Dakota and occurred only last year. I
was working on a St. Paul paper and
had been sent on a special mission into
the adjoining Territory. A friend of
mine had taken a claim in Dickey
County, and I took advantage of the
opportunity afforded to pay blm a
visit. We were having a social chat
when I observed an anxious look came
over bis face. He stepped to the
window, and with blanched face
shouted to me and the members of bis
family:
" 'Rush for the cellar.
" W hat's the matter?' I asked.
' 'I'm afraid there will be a cy
clone, he answered, 'and I would
rather be in the cellar than in the
garret.
' I would like to see a cyclone,' I
said, and took my place by the window,
while the others rushed for the cellar,
expecting me to follow. I con lets I
did not anticipate that my friend
fears were well-founded, for 1 saw
nothing alarming In the cloud that
was traveling toward the place. There
was a barn a little ways beyond, and
the cloud seemed to be making a bee
line for It. There was an oppressive
stillness for a minute or two, then a
few gusts of wind, and, before I bad
time to think, that barn went sailing
up towards the sky, and was carried
bodily over the roof of the house like
a mere toy. The bouse itself seemed
to be lifted up several feet upon one
end and then settled down aealn
gently, as though some giant's hand
had tilted it and set it back uninjuied.
Was I scared? My hair stood on end,
and when 1 saw that barn sailing in
the air I wished I had taken my
friend's advice and crept into the
cellar. The barn was scattered for a
distance ot several miles. We couldn't
find enough sound boards to build a
respectable hen-coop. That same cy
clone played a curious freak on three
men engaged in baking potatoes iu a
little shanty near by. It sucked up
the roof aud sides of the little struc
ture, with the men, leaving the floor
intact, carried them a quarter of a
mile in a jiffy, and set them down
right in the middle of a potato Geld."
The Slave or a Needle.
"Talk abour, your needle stories,"
said a man, "but I can tell you one
that discounts them all, and I don't
have to go far from borne for the facts,
either. My wife's sister, a young lady
about 19, has a pet needle. She
wouldn't do without it for the world.
About three years ago the needle maie
its first appearance by sticking its point
out of her shoulder. How it ever got
into her body, or how long it bad betn
there, she says she don't know. It
don't come out far enough for any one
to get hold of it, but went back iu,
and in about a month It stuck its nose
out away down on her right ankle.
Then it disappeared again, and it
has been scooting around inside her
system ever since, poking its point out
abouc every month somewhere or
other. She had it pulled out once with
a pair of nippers, aud you may not be
lieve it, but it is a fact, she became al
most alarmingly ill with a sort of ner
vous prostration that the doctors
couldn't make anything of.
"One day an irresistible
seized her, as she says, to
needle and jab it into herself.
Impulse
get that
She did
so, and felt much better instantly. ihe
needle has been on Its travels without
interruption ever since, and she h.is
had perfect health. She couldn't be
persuaded now to have it taken out.
About a year ago the needle made its
appearance at her left wrist, and the
location of both ends of it was clearly
discernible. By way of amusement,
I suppose, she managed to get at the
head of ber pet, and slipied a little
piece of fine bright red silk through
the eye, and now the needle is carrying
that all over her system, and once in a
while it is discernible beneath the skin.
When the needle was out it was very
strongly magnetized. Yes, it's a very
queer case, and 1 don't pretend to ex
plain it, but I know the story is true."
The Coming Illusion
A lady will, we are told, soon ap
pear in London, who is an apparition
at first, afterward a solid, palpable, and
even a somewhat fat lady; then she
retires from her rat and her solidity and
dissolves into airy nothingness. Inthe
center of tbe exhibition room a globe
will appear without apparently any
thing suspending it or supporting it.
From that globe, after the mystic
words have been spoken, to the accom
paniment of weird music, a female
form will be seen to emerge (draped ),
but hardly recognizable, so vapory will
she be. Then she will gradually sol
idify, nourished on nothing (a much
desired attainment in these bard
times), and, after smilingly but, speech
lessly interviewing the public, will
gradually become vapory, and retire
finally to her residence in the bang
ing globe.
Experts, it is said, now value a
perfect ruby of five karats as being ten
times more valuable than a diamond of
the same weight. A perfect ruby
seems to be the rarest of ail gems.
NEWS IX BRIEF.
John Bright was never at any
school a day after he was fifteen.
The great Cromwell left the Uni
versity of Cambridge at eighteen.
Michigan and Canada supply New
York weekly with 10,000.000 eggs.
Theodore Thomas's wife takes as
much Interest in cookery as be does in
music
The sales of diamonds In New
York are estimated to foot up $o0,000,
000 a year.
Scotland and Ireland together have
141 Congregational Churches.
Tbe Queen of Corea is attended by
an American lady physician, who re
ceives a salary of $15,000 a year.
A Philadelphia oculist declares
that tbe use of opera glasses strains the
optio nerve and Injures the eyesight.
An orange tree In the gardens of
Versailles, is 450 years old. It was
planted by Eleanor or Castile In 1410.
It takes every year a million
horses' tails to keep a Iawtucket(R.
I.) hair-cloth factory iu running order.
The South African diamond fields
last year yielded gems amounting to
3,640,899 carats and valued at over
$20,000,000.
It Is now an Imperial regalatlon In
Brazil that persons who die from yellow
fever shall be cremated, the State
bearing the expense,
Queen Victoria Is an autograph
collector, and she has recently added to
ber American department an auto
graph of Andrew Jackson.
I Berry, the English hangman, has
executed 113 iwrsous up to the present
time, sixteen of them having been In
Ireland and two in Scotland.
The average time of 3,000 New
Y"ork business men at their down town
luncheons is eiclit miuutes. This is a
matter of record In a leading restau
rant. William H. Seward commenced
the practice of law at twenty-one, at
thirty-one was president of a State con
vention, and at thirty seven Governor
of New Y'ork.
The bojy of Einil A. Knotser,
formerly or Puck, was cremated at
Fresh Pond, L. 1., recently, making
the 189th Incineration since the open
ing of the crematory.
The last public whipping in the
State of Rhode Island took place in
Providence July 12, 1827. Two horse
thieves were flogged with a cat-o'-niue
tails by order of the court.
strange as it may seem, more peo
ple enter Kussia than eome out of it.
Between 1873 ami 1SS1 the number of
emigrants was 8,000,nt0, and the num
ber of immigrants 9.450.OOO.
A grandniece of Keats. Miss Elena
Block man, who has gained consider
able distinction as a painter, is at work
in Madrid Uxm a life sized lmrtralt of
the Queen Regent and ths iufant
Kiug. A philanthropist In London lias
established a Sjiectacle mission, where
poor printers, tailors, shoemakers and
seamstresses can have their eyes tried,
ami o Vital u spectacles for little or
nothing.
The Km(eror Frederick is said, by
London Tnith, to be a comparatively
loor man, having been left little under
the will of Eaiiieror William, and has
nothing to dispose of by will except
about 120,(100. The job of Euiirur
lis not as lucrative, it seems, as it once
'was.
The number of fowls kept in
France has Iih-ii estimated to be
43,H5S,7S0. The, average product of
chickens reareJ h 3 to each hen, aud
the average product of eggs per hen is
100 per year. The total money pro
duct Is SlUl, 000,0! Ml.
A leader of the Boston I i lube re
ports that the word "dmle" is to l
found in the dictionary of the Swahill
language siokeu by Fzangihai ne
groes that the plural is mastude"
and the word itself piobauly older
I than the hills.
Prince Bismarck's declination to
become Duke Bismarck, on the ground
that be has not the ways and means
to cut the proier ducal dash, will occa
sion hilarious suspicions that the Iron
Chancellor is getting unusually ironi
cal. Bismarck would be rated A 1 In
the mercantile lexicons.
It is seldom that three Empresses
meet each other at the same time.
That unusual sight was seen in Berlin
recently. Stranger still was the fact
that they were mother, daughter and
mother-in-law. Perhaps a similar oc
currence has never been seen iu the
world's history.
I A German newspajier tells of an
'old gypsy fiddler who awoke one night
to Dud bis but flooded with water, and
,who, having no movable goods except
an old bed-stead, a stool aud a bass
,viol, seated himself on the latter and
paddled to dry land, using one of the
slats of his bed as an oar.
Queen Christina, of Spain, has a
mania for being photographed In com
pany with her children. A recent pic
ture pref-ents a most charming family
group. It represents the queen regent
pouring tea at table, the baby king iu
bis high chair at her Mile and the two
Infants looking demure and lautiful
in their plain w hite dieses.
John Quiucy Adam's body servant
while he was President, was Borney
Norris, a Virginia negro, who has Just
died at Galena, Ills., al an advanced
age. W hen be was a boy he was a
slave in Commodore Stephen Decatur's
family, aad was present at the duel
ling ground at Bladensburg when bis
master was killed by Coaimedore
Barron.
The Left-Handed Clubof Houston,
Texas, has banging over one of the
doors of its bouse a horseshoe, or rather
a mulesboe, with a history. One day
latt summer at Pass Cavallo a mule
waded out into deep water. First be
knew one of bis bind legs disappeared
into the big mouth of a passing shark.
A few days afterward the shark was
caught by the c rew of the State Quar
untine schooner, and the leg ot the
mule was found in the interior of tht.
big fish. The shoe was taken from the
hoof, and now keeps oft the witches tn
the home of the before-mentioned
Left-Hauded Club.
Mr. Mairjncn last year made a sue
cessfull and satisfactory exhibition of
bis process for softening water by
means of the material called "antical
caire." Steam boilers which have al
ready slightly incrusted with lime
were worked for two years with water
softened by anti-calcaire without atten
tion. Wheu opened they were wholly
free from any incrustation, showing
that the material had not only prevent
ed tbe effect taking place, but bad also
destroyed what Incrustations had al
ready accrued.
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