mill Jeitiri ail , 51 111 II. B. P. SCHWEIER, THE CONSTITUTION-THE UNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XLIIJ. MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JULY 24, 1SS9. NO. 31. 1 Charity cannot it-1 eitcr employed than to give the Johnstown people an opportunity to care for themselves. They must have food, shelter and rai ment until they can earn these for themselves, but the sooner they can be imt in a way to earn once more the bet ter for them all. The Commission seems to be surveying the Held from this wise point ot view. The following report of the output of the cotton seed oil mill of St. Mar tiuville. Lit., for the last nine months, will give some idea of the valrety and the value of the products of cotton seed: Its output was 4,000 barrels of oil, 2,30i) tons of cotton seed meal. 340 bales of lint, and 1,100 bales of cot ton all this from the seed as turned out by the planters' gins. Coney Island hasn't cot any ele phant this year, ami as a consequence the local editors of the big Xew York dallies are sore pressed for special sens i tions.Tlie picture ofa New York local ed itor tearing out his ha'r iu the effort to evolve a sensation in the presence of the void ciealed by the absence of the ele phant an 1 his trunk is worthy of the brush of a whitewash artist. Ichukki.s have become very plenti ful in the track ot o ean steamers. The officers or the steamer State or Penn sylvania and the steamer Wyoming, which arrived In Xew York recently, saw bergs of great size. One of them was but eight miles away. It would cost more to take a southerly route, but greater safety would lie assured. The iiorth'rti route is dangerous during the ieelierg season, ami sooner or later a disaster of appalling character will take place, if the AtUntic steamers do iut chaise their course. It is only a question of tine and a little carehss uess. The danger is there. N ews from Johnstown is of a most encouraging character as to the resto ration of the industries of the place. The Cambria Company is actively at work, and day by tiay is increasing the number of workmen employed at pro ductive labor. It is also recovering large quantities of material and ma chinery from the debris, which will help to lessen its lo-ses and hasten the work of restoration. This activity furnishes the le-t kind of relief for survivors. W ik that keeps them engaged during tue day aud furnishes them with the weans of living and of starting life auew is doubly beneficial. It helps them to recover their form ;r spirit of enterprise and li-efulne.-s. aud gives them material aid towards a recon struction or their homes. Oovkknoii CiREKN tells a good story at his own expense. A few days ago, while he was waiting for a train at the Elizabeth station, he engage 1 the ser vices of a juvenile bootb'ack. As the youth plied his brushes the Governor grew so. -Liable, and pleasantly inquired: "How's 1 usir.ess, Johnnie?" "Xame aint Johi nl , " laconically answered the lad; "name's Tommy." Slightly taken back by Tommy's indisposition tu be sociable, the (.iovernor raid nothing for a while, but dually, deciding to impress the youngster to a slight extent, he re marked: "lVell, Tommy, I guess you dou't know who I am, do you?" "Yes, knowed you long ago." said Tommy. "Well, wlio am I?" "Yer Bob Gieeu's father.' London is declared to be one of the healthiest large cities in the world, the death rate being only 10. G per thou sand of population. There is a marked absence of the so called Pith diseases" that cause so inu .'h mortality in Xew York very year. This remarkable sal ul rity is due to the rigoious enforce ment of the health laws by the authori ties, ami the cheerful anil intelligent obedience to those laws, and to the diets of the authorities, by the people. The water supply 13 good, great pains are taken to keep the streets clean, and there is a rigorous oversight of the sanitary habits of the people. A wom an dentist, says a Xew Eng land exchange, is somewhat of an in novation, but that she is likely to make her mark iu the profession is indicated by the high standin; of the young woman who has just been graduated from the Boston Iental College. According to the announcement of the IVau, she stood No. 1 Iu a class of between SO and 40, and in the race she had run she was so far ahead of her classmates tu.it she could hardly hear the tread of the fellow next behind her. Tie dentist's cha r is not exactly a synonym for everything that is com fortable and inviting, but the presence of a gentle woman operator promise? to i.etract something from iu terrors. Ay Engllsman in California pur chased a. i?old brick for $3,000. thinking that he was getting ahead of n Igno rant Indian and would clear a hand some profit on the transaction- It was the Englishman and not tne inuiao who came out loser, for the brick turned out to be only corper, though its quality had been tested in the pres ence of tlie purchaser. That Is one case. Here is another: A country minister visiting Xew York got In with some sharpers, who told him that one of them had a debt to collect from a man who would not pay, and offerel him f 2,000 if he would help to collect it. Then they got him into a gambling room and persuaded him that he could aid iu collecting the debt and earn bis two housaud dollars by taking Prt In a game. The half-Innocent, half guilty minister allowed himself to be persuaded, and only discovered his fault wheu he fouud that he had been swindled out of J'JJU. Moral to both cases: Earn your money honestly; don't try to get ahead of anybody else In a bargain or to get some one el e money without giving tull Talue for K. JEAN'S LETTER. The Strange Way In Which It was wnuen ana Answered. This little Je in had resolved to write letter to the Holy Virein. he. only six years of age. with trousers woro at the knee3, blonde hair thick and curly, and a pair of great blue eyes that still tried to smile a little, though they spent nearly all the r time iu crying. His 1 tile coat was well cut and of good ma teri tl, but falling to rags; on his right foot was a girl's boot, on his left a collegian's shot, both of them too big f r him, too widt aud too long, and full i f t o'es, displaying his toes in front and lacking iu heels behind. W ilhin; too. he was cold and hungry. lor r was a bitter w nter morning, and he had had no tool since neon the day iiefore. Yes, he would write a letter to tiie Holy Yiigin, and bikcs he could neither read or write, let me tell you how le did it. Over beyond the home of this little Jean, in the quarter of the Gros-Cail-loo, at the corner of the avenue, there chanced to te the stall of a Public WiIUt one of these men whose busi ness it was to do the letter-writing of all those ieople who could not write for themselves. In the case I tpeak of the I'ublic Writer was also an old sold ier, a trifle crabbed, but a very good man. and whom Jean saw, on arriving before his stall, through the dingy glass of tils little window, tranquilly smoking h s pipe and waiting for customers. 'Good morning!' said Jean as he en tered, for Jean was very polite, 'good morning; and I have come, if you pleas , to get you to write me a letter.' Ten soul' said Father Bouin, for this worthy man, who was possibly the hundred thousandth part of a Marshal or France iu glory, called himself by this simple title. ten sous for a letter: Jean, w ho had neither hat nor cap, and therefore could not lift it, turned about with a civil: 'Then ex :use rue!' But Father Bouin. findim? him so geuteel. laid his hand upon his shou der and stopped him. 'Are you the son of a soldier, little out5?' ho demanded. 'Xo, only mamma's son,' responded Jean, 'and she has no one but me." 'Good I aud you have not the ten SOll-d' Oh, no, I have not even one sour 'I see uor thy mother, either! But tell me, little one, is it to make the soup come?' Exactly,' said Jean, laughing, "to make the soup come.' Bon! begin then ten lines on a half sheet will that do you?' And Father Bouin spread out his paKT. Inked his pen and traced at the top of the page iu the elegant hand writing or a quartermaster, which in truth he had once been. 'Paris, Jan nary 17. IS . then on the line be neath It 'Monsieur.' Monsieur who?' he cried, 'quick, go on how is I e called?" He? how wh it?' said little Jean. The gentleman.' What geutleman?' The one t make the soup come." This time Jean comprehended. But it isn't a gentleman, he objec ted. Ah, a lady then?' 'Yes no o; this is ' Father Bouin lost his patience. In the name or goodness, little one,' he shouted, 'don't you know to whom you want to write a letter?' Oh, ye', said Jean, 'I know but' Speak, then, and hurry about it!' J.au opeued his mouth, hesitated aud turned red; not In the habit or ap plying to Public Writers ror corres pondence of this kind, he found it very embarrassing. Howevr, he plucked up courage and be an: It Is to ttie Holy Virgin. said he, 'that I wish to sen J a letter .' but stopped astounded, for Father IVvuin had thrown down his pen, jerked his pipe from his mouth and regarded him with an indiguaut air. Little one, said he, presently, 'I hope you are not making fun or an old mau, and as you are too little for me to flap, march quick, get out of my shop for fear I may!' Jean, still more bewildered, turned tin his heels, or feet, rather, since heels lie had none; and Father Bouin, finding hiiu so gently submissive, reconsidered his words and looked at him observ antly. Name of names! he growled, "ho much misery there is in this Paris! Aud your nime, baby what do you tall yoursell?' Jean. Jean what? 'Nothing but Jean. Father Bouin's eyes filled, but he .lew bis nose fiercely and continued: And I am to tell the Virglu what? That mamma has been asleep since 4 o'clock yesterday, and I want ber, if the will be so kind, to wake her, for 1 cannot!' A sudden lump rose In the old sold ier's throat, but he was afraid to un derstaud; lie choked it down and went on: But the soup why did you talk of soup awhile ago?' Why I had to,' said Jean; mam ma, before she weut to sleep, gave me (he last piece of bread.' Then she your mamma what did she eat?' Nothing; and for a long time she always said she wasn't hungry. And you tried to wake her, you sav?' , . Yea, kissing her. as I always aid. 'Iid she breathe?' Jean looked up with a smile that made him beautiful. I don't know, he replied, 'but don't we always breathe?' This time the blast of Father Bouin s nose was like the sounu ot a cavairy trumpet his voice low anl broken. And when you kissed her, said he. did you did you notice anything?' Oil yes,' said the child, how cold she was but thea it's always very cold at our house.' 'So! then ahe shivered, of course?" v not a bit she was just as still as she could be with her bands crossed on her breast I ke this, and so white an 1 pretty, and with her eyes wide open ... ,r .r looking at the skies!' I 'And I." murmured the writer to himself. I, who nave ioou u rinthM to wear, fretted lor lame and riches, while here was one who died of hunger!' I He drew Jean to him and lifted him to his knee. '.litis sne aaid he very, gently. 'thy letter is ' wfitteh, sent and re- celvea now uu uv j I 'Yes, said Jean, I will take you, but but what are you crying for? rv nmM.hinir hurt TOO?' Father Boula's answer was to crash him in his arms and to stride him with kisses. Yes, my little Jean,' he said, 'yes, I cry, and soon thou wilt cry with me, thou whom I love as I would love my own! I. too, had a mother once who loved me dearly, and who said to me ou her dying bed: '15e an honest man, Bouin. and be a Christian!' An honest man 1 have been, but a Christian ' Suddenly Fattier Bouin rose to his ftet, the child still clasped tabs breast, and, speaking as if to some one who awaited his words, cried out solemnly: 'Be happy, old mother! Look down uiku me and be at rest! Friends inav jeer aud laugh at me if they will, b it where you are, I, too, now wish to go. and to bring this little onewitb me! I'oer little man, he shall never leave me; his letter, answered already, has made a double shot it has given him a fathei and me a heartl' - That is all I have no more to tell you; it is a story without beginning or end, though well worth the quarter of an hour spent in its recital. The poor mother dead or hunger an 1 misery, was indeed gone beyond all helping. Who was she? 1 do not know. What had she suffered? I cannot tel ; but there is now in Paris a man still young, a Public AVriter also, but not with a stall like Father Bouin's. This one is a writer of eloquent things, whose friends simply calif d him Jean, as In other days, and wheu Father Boulo, no a happy old man, and a Christian, rails always his 'little one.' As for the name of the postman who carriel letters like that of litt e Jean, I cannot tell you that either; but one thing I am certain, they always reach their destination. Joseph and Joseph's Papa. The small boy was fond of music, and there was an opera in town. It was Sunday night, but he stole out, having been refused permission by bis mother, and got away down in front by the fiddles. He sat the- listening de lightedly, when he tur... around and suddenly disnoverel his father all alone hi the next occupied seat. He made no excuse. He looked up and nodded pleasantly. "How do you do, sir?' "What? Joseph!" 'Yes, sir." "Does your mother know you are here?" "No, sir. She wouldn't let me come." Aud aren't you well ahem " A sense or justice struck the old man, and the small boy knew he was quite safe. So they eujoyed tLe opera to gether, and then they started home. There was an awkward silence between them. The small boy watted for his father to speak. "Ahem! Joseph we will not it would be better that is you needn't allude to this matter before your mother." "No, sir." There was another long pause. Again the old man spoke, hesitatingly: "Ahem! Joseph, how how did you gel out of the house this evening?" "15y the back door, sir." "Well ahem ! Joseph, we'll go iu by the back way quietly, and not disturb the household." And they went in the back way. Next morning at breakfast the two met without auy sign. The mother spoke up: Mr. Smith, I am sure 1 do not know whatever is to come of that boy Joseph." "What is the matter, my dear?" "Io you know he actually came and asked me to let him go to the opera last night Sunday!" "You refused, of course?" "Certainly; what a question!" Then the father sternly turned to the boy. "Joseph, I am surprised. Are there note nough week days for you to go to the opera tliat you must go on Sundays?' 1 es. sir; and I was going to ask you to give me some money to go to night." The old man looked at the small by, who was ingenuously looking up in bis face, and said nothing; but when they left the table he took him by the ear and said: "You young rascal. I suppose you are going to bleed me for tickets every night?" " Yea, sir," said the boy. candidly. And he got them. A Blind Detective. There used to be a young blind man who sold cigars at a stand on Winter street or thereabouts, says the Boston Transcni.. Ordinarily the sales were of single cigars or smalt packages of cigarettes, and the dealer, being expert in the handling of coins, had no diffi culty in making change. Sometimes paper money would be given him and then the blind man had to trust the honor of his patrons not to give coun tei felts. One day a man came to him who wauted to buy a lot or cigars, aud offered a five dollar note in payment. The blind man trusted bis honesty, took the five dollar bill, and gave what change was due him in silver. Tne bill proved to be counterfeit. Some time afterward the swindler, feeling secure in the inability of the dealer to identify him, came back to the blind man's stand and bought a cigar. I should think,' he said nonchalantly to the dealer, 'that you'd sometimes have counterfeit money passed on you.' O no, said the dealer, 'nobody would impose on a poor blind man like me. So?' said the sharper. His victim had thrown him off his guard. 'Evi dently,' he thought, the blind man succeeded in passing the bill, and no body discovered that it was bad until it got into the third or fourth man's hands. So here's a chance to get him again.' Of course,' said the sharper sjaln, aloud, 'nobody would come such a game on you. By the way, I got a lot of cigars of you awhils ago that were good. Got any more of the same sort?' Yes, sir.' All right. Ill take another five dollar's worth.' Tne blind man got up like a flash and seized him by the arms. So you're the man that passed the counterfeit five-dollar bill on me, are you?' he exclaimed. 'Help! thief!' There was a crowd on the street, and the man had plenty or hi-lp to secure the swindler, who was promptly march ed off to the station, where quite a supply of counterre-t money was round on bis person. There Is a restaurant In ths Eiffel tower where wines, liquors and cigars can be bought. Another Illustration of the operation of the high license law. IN THE BLACK FOREST, ) The) Beautiful Legend Connected with One of Its Remarkable Lakes. J The schluchsee is the largest lake in the Black Forest and one of the most picturesque. Daring the spring and summer it is a great resort for lnv valids from S'rasburg and Heidelberg, attracted to the neighborhood by the bracing quality of the air and the fine wa'er in this vicinity. I i be lake itself affords excellent bath lug, which is said to be a great restor ative in cases of chronic disability or slow convalescence. The origin of thai curative power is explained by another characteristic legend, which, althouga it excites the ridicule of the physicians of today, has nevertheless the merit of accounting for a fact otherwise inex plicible, like its sister stories of tli Black Forest At the period of the Crusaders whet so many good Christians left their homes and native land to go to the di liverance of the Holy City, there lived in this country a brave warrior called Conrad von Feldberg, He accompan ied Godfrey of Boulogne to the siege of Jerusalem, whsre his stout lance had laid many a fierce Saracen in the dust Conrad was also the companion and friend of Tancred, and Kaymond of Toulouse. After he saw the crescent go down before the cross, and had kissed the holy sepulchre with his pious lips, he prepared to return to the land of bis fathers, where he was the pos-s-ssor of a lordly castle in tne Black Forest. Here, too, a fair maiden, to whom be wag betrothed, awaited his coming with an anxicui heart; and during Ler lover's long absence it was her daily custom to ascend to the top of a lofty tower, whence she could see the spot where they renewed their mutual vows on the eve of his departure. The brave crusader reached the Rhine land in safety and arrived in the valley of the Schluchsee. One evening, as he was passing through the forest, he came to a lake which he did not re member having seen before. It was a lovely and peaceful spot. Night was at hand. The turf was cool and soft, and Conrad, weary from bis long journey, could not res st the temptation to re pose. He commended bis soul to God and lay down on the green sward with no thought of danger near. At this era the Sclut-hsee was haun ted by fairies, who had many traits in common with their neighbors, the Willis, or dancin; spirits of the Mum melsee. Soon a beautiful female arose from the tranquil wa'ers of the lak. She saw the young Ci usader sleeping in the moonlight and gazed on his hand some features with admiration. Thtn she enveloped him in h r long sea grer n tresses aud began to chant a weird melody that had power to cast a sell over any one who should hear it even in slumber. Whila she sang her feet moved lightly to a magic measure aud seemed to caress the smooth surface at. the lake. In a few moments Conrad rose like one in a dream aud followed tin fairy, who extended ber white arms toward him. Conrad felt the water glide beneath his feet, yet he did not draw back. S: ill the fairy fang ber strange melody and ttill Conrad advanced. But just as he held out her arms to drag him down into the enchanted lake, a con secrated relic that he had always worn around bis neck fell into the water. Ail at once the lake vanished, and with it the beautiful sprits who bal risen from its ciystal depths. The good crusader, saved by h's piety, leturued home and espoused the maiden of bis cho'ce. HQW THEY LIVE QUIETLY. Western Characters Who Have Set tled Down in Peace. There is a ho-.t of meu In these parts who are leading quiet, respectable lives who did not use to bd so respectable and quiet. They came to the West when it was the fashion to shoot a man if you didn't like the cut of his coat or thought his granini ir too good. Being at Home they did as the Ujmaus did. But as custom changed they have con siderably changed with it. Their blood still runs briskly, however, and you don't want to swear at them unneces sarily. Though they rarely talk abjut it, they are quite proud of their ear.ier career and like to have it understood that once upon a time they were ba-ad men. Oue day last week a big, rough looking fellow entered a Pullman car and began to smoke and sing vulgar songs. The colored porter beggei him to desis', but he shouted back that he would smoke where he pleased and sing what he pleased and no blamed nigger coul i st jp him. An elderly gentleman sitting near called the porter aside and asked him if he knew the express agent in the forward car. 'Yes, sab.' answered the porter, 'I Uo-s, sah; name o' Marshall, sah.' 'Well, you give him this card, and tell him to come here immediately.' The porter wrnt off, and presently a robust, heavy, thick-set fellow entered, glanced about the car, perceived the elderly man, and came forward. 'IK you remember me?' said the elderly man. 'I guess so,' was the rather hesitatin; answer. Aren't you sure?' Yes.' 'Do you see that felluw yonder, yell Inz and smoking?' Yes.' Cau you get away with him?' 'I ain't fearful to try.' 'Put him in the smo&Ing car.' The robust fellow promptly went over to w lie re the rough was sitting and sid: 'Parduer, you've got to get out of here. I'm told to put you out. Fightin's rUht In my line, if you say fight. I doa't want no trouble, but it ad lays with you. Come, now, git!' For a moment there were signs of a battle, but iu another moment the rougli thought better of it aud meekly allowed himself to be led away. Ths robust fellow returned and reported that it wai all right. You've lost none ot your nerve sin-e I saw you hist,' remarked the elderly man. Marshall smiled all over. 'I gue-p I'm some account yet, tir, he replied. I hope your know In' me ain't going to lose me my job?' -OIi, no. Take care of yourself; that's all.' Marshall retired. Another traveler, speaking to the elderly man, observe 1 fiat the express agent looked l.ka a good fighter. Good! I should ray so. I kui-w him in the Black Hills years ago wl en 1 was sheriff there, ilo was punching cows. He has killed his man :eveia' times. l)i J n't it tickle him when I told him he hadn't lost his nerve?' Making Calls. (I hope she" out : th tirMom thing!) 'Mis Jones at home to-day!" "No" I'm ao sorry she' not in : li're her my love. I pray. An J here's my card : and ask her, plea, Vo call and see me soon ; I'.n sorry not to find her In, This lovely afternoon." (G nod luck for once ! ) I do declare. There goes the Widow Burr: I'll Just drop up and leave my card And ah my hands of her: And here to number "fin-ty-stx" Have moved those queer McKnichta, Thirje- is rilit acrs from our ; Their children look like frights. i:ut pastor said I ouplit to call As if I'd tune to ate. Or strength tosenUou anyone Who hows ut-h bornd taste! That's all he kiioos! I'll gently Hue. 1 hope they Hill not hear. And if they don't, I'm very sure My conscience will be clear. Tis Just my luck ! As t rue's I live Mle's cominie to the door! "Mrs. Mcknight, how do you dot 1 meant to call before! Tour lovely children, are they home, And are thev well to-dayt It juite refn sties me to see our pew across the way." I hope you'll call" (I hope she won't. From such a shabby room: She's not our set. that's very plain.) -I must be cuing noon : I've had a very lovely call' (That last was all a lie) "Mrs. McKntf:ht: bom! afternoon You little dear; good-by Vf I'd like to shake that horrid child; 1 wish he'd not been born! He crow ded up so chee to me He stent uimhi niy corn! I'd like to shake such stupid folks! Vhvdidn't she tell the newsT Such call as this would drive me mad. Or kill me with the blues! Twelve calls I'v made, and home at last Th tired to speak a word : 7Thtse hutetul women talked so t&st 1 could not once be heard; I'd be a tlv iijMn the wall. or anvtliini: that crawls, Iiefore I'd In- a woman. Forever making calls! Mrt. Hnrah lit W. GamvxU. ELAINE VATXEAU. 'Ha n't he anybody in the world anybody at all to look after him?' Flame Yalleau asked the question as she looked tenderly down into a sweet baby-face that nestled against her soft fur cloak in a most confiding manner. Nobody, as far as we know,' the matron of the hospital replied. 'lie was born here, and his mother died soon after. She came here just the night before he was born, and we never could find out anything about her. Nobody came to inquire, and the baby has been left on our hands ever since.' '1'oor little fellow!' Elaine murmured, foftly; and she laid her cheek against the baby's little face. 'He is such a pretty boy, Mrs. Johusl If you don't think there would be any trouble about if, I tliluk 1 will keep him.' 'Xo trouble at all, Miss Valleau, m'd the matron, eagerly. 'It is very good of jou, and I am sure Tito is a lucky boy to have found so good a friend. The baby opeued his round, dark eyes aud smiled wl at fond mothers call an augel-smile. Oue little hand was thrust out with curious uncertainty, and the tiny Cnpors burled themselves in the fur of Elaine's cloak. A soft baby chuckle and a kicking of the small feet accompanied this act, aud Elaine felt that curious thrill which every true woman feels when a friend less child is laid in her arms. 'You are going to be my baby, Tito,' she said, kissing the little one. And so the bargain was concluded. Society oiened its eyes when it heard of Miss Yalleau's astonishing freak. Awfully queer, isn't il ?' said Mrs. Gossip to Miss Chat. 'But rich people always get cranky, they say. Of course, you know Elaine is tired of everything. lie has been everywhere and had everything, so that there is nothing left to amuse her. I suppose this bby is merely au occupation, and she will tire of it soon enough, 1 fancy. I won.ler why she doesn't marry?' Miss Chat said, curiously. 'She must have had plenty of chances. Oh, haveu't you heard? She was engaged to be married a long while ago, but the engagement was broken off, and her lover married somebody else out of spite, they say. I did hear, too, that he was very much in love with her, and that when the engagement was broken he went to the bad. They say tliat one time, wheu he had been drinking a good deal of champagne, some Spanish woman got hold of him and inveigled him into marrying her. Anyhow, he was married, and they say Elaine Yalleau loves him still.' S-o the tongue of gossip wagged; but Elaine knew, and cared very little. ' She had Tito, aud he was as sweet a baby as ever gladdened a mother's heart. He grew more winning every day. He was a handsome little fellow, and he and Elaine together made a picture at which many people stood in admira tion. When Tito had learned to walk and talk, Elaine took him everywhere with her. Oue day they were on the pier to gether at Nantucket and some one saw them. Elaine did not know that the dark eyes of Lloyd Caruthers were fixed upon her as she sat there under the shade of her lace parasol, watching Tito with his bucketful of sand. Bring it to mamma, dear,' she said for. in spite of everybody, she had the child call her so. 'Let mamma see what Tito has in his bucket.' Lloyd Caruthers looked at the beau t if ul child with a savage feeling In his In-art. That is her child!' be said to himself. 'What a fool I am! I might have known she would forget me, and yet Ot., Elaine! My lost darlingl I would give my life just this moment to kneel at your feet and have you smile on me as you once did.' He caught his breath and turned away quickly, for Elaine had the child in her arms, and, quite unconscious of her observer, was kissing him In a rap turous manner. Caruthers would have gone away at once, for he dreaded while be longed to meet her. But for a moment he was quite lost to his surroundings. IIu mind traveled back to the time when he had been the accepted lover of this girl, who was and always had been to him the one woman in the world. He thought, with vain and bitter re gret, of the trifling quarrel that had sepa rated them. How wretched he had been pi nee! His miserable marriage with Ines Fulleio must have sunk him very low in Elaine's esteem; and now A sphish and a wild scream brought him to his senses. The scream came from Elaine's lips, and in the same moment that be sprang to her side, be saw Tito's white dress eink below the water that curled and dashed around the pier. 'Save him oh, save him!' Elaine cried, wildly. ' And in her terror there came to her no sense of recognition of the man so close txaide tor. 'Don't be frightened!' he said, quick ly. 'I can swim. I will set him. ' In the same moment he get off his coat and shoes and leaped into the water. Tito's little, struggling form had come up to the surface acain, and Lloyd grasped the child as the waves whirled him shoreward. Then reced ing, they caught them both, and it was all that Lloyd could do to hold the child out of the water while he kept himself afloat. It was a terrible struggle, such as none but they who have narrowly es caped drowning can well understand. But Lloyd was a powerful swimmer, and he gained slowly but surely the shallow water along the shore. It w as a breathless moment when he sank exhausted at Elaine's feet, with Tito in his arms. 'I saved him for you!' he gasped; and then the scene faded away in the mist of unconsciousness. When he opened his eyes again, with a sense of awful weakness, he saw be side him the still, death-like form of little Tito. What are you doing?' he asked, with an effort, as he saw the well-meant but ineffectual efforts of the bystanders to resuscitate the child. 'That is not the way! Take off his dress; lift his arms up and draw them down again. Be quick!' He w as too much exliausted to aid them himself, but his orders were exe cuted, and the little, bare arms were promptly raised and lowered till artifi cial respiration was replaced by a faint, fluttering sigh, and they knew the child was sate. Lloyd had not looked once at Elaine, but his eyes were fastened on the child's bare arm, on which there were a num ber of queer little spots, and one long, red streak just above the elbow. This seemed to fascinate him. He stared at it steadfastily till Elaine's face came between him and the child, and she said in a low, uneven voice: I cannot tell how much I thank you, Lloyd. You always were a brave fel low.' His eyes filled with tears when she called him by his first name. That was good of her. It was kind, too, that she acknowledged, by her praise, their pre vious acquaintance. I did it for you,' he said, huskily. It was nothing. I am very glad.' 'I think you would have done it for any one for the child's own sake,' she said, gently. And she took Tito up in her arms, for the child was all right now, and feeling wet and uncomfortable, he had begun to cry. 1 will see you again,' she said; and Lloyd's heart bounded. He got up with an effort and stood there very wet and draggled beside her. 'I I am going away,' he said, in a low tone. 'I don't think I'd better stay any longer. Elaine's eyes fell. Just as you think,' she said. 'But there is one thing I want to ask,' Lloyd continued. IIow did that child get thoe marks on his arm?' 'Oh, Elaine answered readily, 'that is nothing. He was born with those. But you ought not to stand here, wet as you are, and Tito ' I am going,' he said hurriedly. "Good-by!' She held out her baud very frankly. 'Thank you,' she said with real warmth, and her eyes were quite misty. 'You saved Tito's lite, and I love him very dearly. I shall not forjet it. Lloyl could not speak. He simply crushed the Bmall hand she gave him in a fervent grasp and hurried away. The next day he had left Nantucket, and Tito watched his 'pretty mamma' with wide, curious eyes. Don't cry, mamma,' he lisped. 'Tito loves 'oo. Don't cry.' But Elaine's tears would fall, aud her heart ached sadly. I thought I had ceased to care so much for him,' she said, in despair, 'but it is of no use. 1 shall love him always, and yet I have no right to love him. It is wicked of me, oh, I cannot help it! Oh, Lloyd, Lloyd, why did you ever leave me?' From that day, somehow, Nantucket ceased to please her, and she went home. It was several weeks later that she had a note from the matron of the hospital whence she had taken Tito: 'Mr Dear Miss Valleait," Mrs. Johns wrote, 'a mist extraordinary thing has happened. Tito's father has turned up, and has bteu here Inquiring for him. Iu the first place, a very stranue mistake has happened. You know we have a great many babies here at one time sometimes as many as fifty and it often happens that in bathing the babies, as we do bathe them, in batches, they get mixed up, and we can't tell which is which. Toe mothers have to help us out. But, if you will remember, Tito had no mother, and there was at the samo time another baby here who was an otphan. One of these babies was the child of a poor, friendless woman, and the other belonged to a gentleman of means who had lost his wife, and who had paid us to have this child properly cared for. He has been traveling abroad for several years, and has just returned, intending to take this child away. But when be came to get his child, it ap pears that the child was not here. Ttie baby we had supriosed was his was the child of a poor woman. He knew it was not bis, because his own child had some eculiar birthmarks on one arm. You can easily understand howl felt when I fouud that our nurses had been so careless. Tito is this gentleman's child, and I am afraid you will have to give him up.' Elaine let the note fall and burst into tears. 'It Is always that way,' she said 'everything I love is taken from me.' With a feeling of utter despair, she flung herself on the couch and lay there till a servant came to announce that there was a gentleman in the parlor to see her. Elaine went down with a sinking heart. Her visitor w as standing In the middle of the room, and she saw. with a strange fluttering of the heart, that it was Lloyd Caruthers. He came forward with a feverish manner as she stood still in surprise, and he said, without waiting to greet her: 'Elaine, do you know that it is my child you have adopted?' Your child!' she echoed. 'Tito la your child?' 'Yes, be went on, hurriedly. 'You heard of my marriage, 1 know. I blush to mention it, but I married a woman who was a drunkard and an opium eater. I was well punished for my folly. I do pot excuse It. but I have always wanted you to know how It happened 1 was Intoxicated wheu X married I er. and ' So 1 beard,' Elaine said, half audi bly. I did not love her. Love!' he re pealed, with scorn. I loathed her when I came to my senses.' But how could you how could you ' E'aine faltered. 'I have asked inyseif that question a hundred times. 1 do not know. When we quarreled. Elaine. I was wretched, and I did not care what I did. I did what I had never done before, aud have never done since I drank a great deal to drown my own misery. Aud one tiuht, when 1 was under the influ ence of liquor, I married Inez Faliero. She Is Tito's motiier the mother of my son. W hat a depraved woman she was you cannot imagine, but she led me a lire of torment and mortification. She died finally from her own excesses, and I put the child in the hospital. There was nothing else I could do, for 1 had no one to take care of him.' 'Your wire is dead, then?' said Elaine, softly. She died shortly after Tito's birth.' "And you want your child, of course,' she said, with a break iu her voice. lt is q'.nte natural.' 1 did mean to take him away from the hospital,' he said; 'but when I heard it was you who had him, I felt sorry I had ever made any claim. You know, Elaine, there is no woman In the world whom I woul f sooner see the guardian of my child than you.' But I cannot take him from you,' sue lauereu. lie is yours. 'Not if you want him.' Lloyd an swered, hurriedly. And then, with a sudden burst of passion, be cried. 'Do you think I have ever ceased to love you? You have grown dearer to me every day since I lost you. Any thing I hava that you may desire, I will gladly cive to you even my child, if you will only say that you forgive me, say you do not despise me.' Elaine made a quick gesture toward h'in. 'Lloyd.' she cried, holding out her arms, 'I love you. He caught ber to his breast with a wild aud passionate joy. And you will forgive me?' he said, tremulously. 'Oh, Elaine, I did not daretoaskl Will you be my wife now? Is that happiness still possible?' She lifted her face and kissed him. 'Yes,' se answered, through her tears. 'I forgave you long ago. Y'ou have been punished sufficiently. I think. Oh, if you had only come back to me sooner!' But I did not dare,' he answered. 'I felt too base. And that day at Nan tucket I thought that you were mar lied, that Tito was your own child.' 'Well,' she said, pressing her cheek against his breast, I have you now, and 1 am not going to let you go again.' He tightened his arms around her. 'You need not fear,' he answernd. 'The world could not drag me away. The wedding that took place shortly after was a wonderful thing for the gos sips; but what anyone said mattered very little to Lloyd aud Elaine. Tito went with them on their travels, and a happier child was never found iu the care of a happier couple. Irish Wit. The Irish are the most witty of all Ieoplo,' writes Edmund Kirke in the -Vortl American Itevieic, and he tells two anecdotes to illustrate the quick ness at repartee which characterizes even ttie unlettered among them. 'Go to your captain and tell him you are the laziest rascal in the regiment,' said a field oflicer to an Irish private. I'lase, yer honor, replied 1'at, wud yo hev mu go to the captain wid a lie in my nioutli?' When James Harper was mayor of New YorK he required that applicants for position on the police force should lie able to read aud write. Patrick Murphy, who could neither read nor write, was anxious to be on the er lisse,' and set himself to work accord ingly. When he could scrawl his own name in 'coarse hand' he presented himself lefore the mayor, accompanied by sev eral friends. On making his application he was told to write 1'atrick Murphy in a blank book. He wrote it, much to the surprise of his friends. 'Howly Moses!' exclaimed one. 'Mike, d'ye mind tliat? l'at's-a-writ-lnx! He's got a in in his list:' 'That will do,' said Mayor Harper. 'I'll make inquiry about you. Come again in a fortnight, and I'll see what can be done for you.' 'l'iase, yer honor,' said one of I'at's amazed lileuds, 'ask him to write somebody else's name.' That is well thought of,' answered Mr. 1 1. ir ir. 'I'artrick, write my name.' 'Me write yer honor's name!' ex c'aimod Pat, jumping out of the trap before it could spring. 'Me commit forgery, and I a-goln' on the jerllssej I can't do it, yer honor!' A Monster White Dragon. A native paper at Sie-fu, China, pub lishes the following: '"A white dragon was seen on April 12th. Dragons like water, aud it had rained since about the middle of Marcli itraighton, endm on that day in a tuot-t tremendous hail storm, which smashed in the roofs of many of the country people's huts about their ears. Suddenly a power ful fishy smell became perceptible, aud ieople coming in rroin the fields repor ted the presence or a huge creature, about a third or an acre long, in a pool of water. Tue next day a few people ventured out to see It. It was quite white, with scales two feet in size, with horned head, claws and a long tail, just as represented in pictures. On tbe 18th of April fine weather returned and tbe dragon was gone. Foreigners do not talk about dragons, but we Chi nese do. Few, indeed, have seen them, but this instance seems too well authen ticated to allow us to doubt or tbe power of this supernatural being to make himself occasionally visible to man." Happiness. If a man be of a patient and conten ted spirit, moderate in bis desires, tem perate in his appetites, diligent and faithful In his labors, affectionate and generous in his disposition, calm and self-possessed, interested In good objects for their own sake, and go to aid them by his own efforts, be possesses more of the materials of happiness than many a one with double his external advanti ges. The best of prophets of the future is the past. Pray (or a short memory as to all un-kindnean. il-:WS IN HKIKF. A man with an artificial check, eye and palate litis been attracting atten tion at n English watering piac. It is said that he eats without difficulty and spraks distinctly. A New York jeweler has two jew els, apparently diamonds, i:i his win dow, with the simple inscription over them: "Which is genuine?'' Two youuz men, after holding a heated discussion on the question, made tbe jeweler the umpire of a waiier. Tli- latter was compelled to acknowledge that both stones were genuine. It was merely ail ingenious advertisement. Twenty-eight iron girders, na'.d to be the largest ever i;-d, will form a portion of tne new Am -i lean Mus-u:ii of Natural History m New York. I'.ach girder measures ahont 0J feet in length, and weiUs A .i') pjimds. Great diHieu'.ty was found in their trausjKn 'tat ion from t he river front to the site or the building. A famous naval lo is attached to the Culled ta!es ship Adams. He be longs to no one in particular, but ti the ship in gene! al. lie lias been in service m ail quaitcrs oi the globe. On one occasion, vli-;i the vessel was out of cominissMon foi months and repair ing in the dry-dock, lie befool: hiiuM-lf to tha receiving ship, hard by, luiL promptly repu ted for duty wli -n ihi; Adams was again for s .1 a i v. The oldest church structure Mill standing in '. North A me: i t is !'. ;,vcd undoubted y to be the origin d l'nt Church erected in Silein, M.ns., m 1034, and now carefully protected, t:lt standing in the rear of Ihiimuier Ila.l. in that city. The dnuua-dons, mteiioi. architecture, and the nuteruii of tui church all fully conform to lu- a cient records, and amply piove it to b- tin original church ot the fat hen. Graham, who intended lo make a trip r-i the Fourth out Niagara I '.ill-, in his new ban el boar, v.as mlueel t,, send It tluo igh oil an exiieriiueiil.il trip, ballasted lo a passenger's we.glil. The craft proved to have b en w. ii fitted with a name "Tho Torpedo" for it bursted to p'eces in the Itapids. Those who kept Graham from go ng inside of it were promptly ouviuceil of their unwisdom, for he says he will construct another and go over Ihu Falls iu it A number of Chinese woikiueu at Manilla tried to see which of them could continue exposed to the sun on a plank fort ao hours, the one holding out to receive a wager ol 12. Several made the attempt, but all but oue quickly abandoned it. This one cou tiued intrepidly. The time counted from' 2 o'clock. At half-past 3 the er severiug compettitor transferred him self to the ground. Tho two hours ex pired, and his companions thought ho was lying down as a matter of choice, but on going up to him some timo af ter they found that lie was dead. The Johns Hopkins Hospital was formally opened in Baltimore recently. It is said to be the uiost I iclny en dowed, largest, ami best iust.tution of the kind in the world. It is oxm to the poor as well as to the rich. It co-it J2, OOO.OOO, aud the seventeen buildlmtn, w ith one or two exeepti his, urn con nected by covered passages. Telephones connect the diffeieiit apai t mculs, and everything about the institution is won derfully complete. There are buildlmjs for physicians, nurses and students, as well as for patients and contagious di seases. The lecture ioom for clinical Instruction will accommodate 20'J stu dents. Among ths antiquities recently ac quired by the nrlstiauia Museum are some belonging lo the middle iron age, found iu two banws at Lhiyix. They consist of fragments of a lance, a shield with lion handle, a pair of shears or scis'ors, and a buckle of silver, l.esides a number of vessels (the inot leuiaik able of which n a glass beaker, ot (la mented with threads ol glass lusod on to the exterior j, a wooden bucket caulked with tar, and mauy urns. Among the latter is a laige one with a long neck. The groves m tho barrows were made of stones. Whenever there is offerel In tbe United States a inze open to thr whole country for the family that has the greatest length, breadth and thickness, Walker county, Georgia, through the Coulter boys, will lie sure to take it, a journalist iu that State thinks. Of tho six boys, going up by steps and com mencing at the lowest, James is U feet 4, Mac 0 feet ti, Will G feet 1, Tom 6 feet 7. Oscar 0 feet h and Kiehard 6 feet 11. The r weights run from 200 to 202 pounds, making a total of lijt)7 pounds, and an average of 22i pounds. The metric system of weights and measures continues to trrow In favor. At a recent meeting of the French Academy of Sciences M. da Malaroe reported that in 1SS" the aggregate population of the countries in which the metric Ristem was compulsory was over 302,XO.UO0. being an increase of 53,000.00'J in ten years. In lHb7, in countries with a I opulatiun of (dose on S7,W0,WJ, the u-: of the system was optional; an 1 the countncs where the metric system is legally admitted In principle and paitialiy applied (as iu Kussi i, Tuikey and ISritl-di lndiaj had in ltib7 a population of IJ'.to.ootVjoo, i ing an increase or Ol.iwu.'jtxi m ten years. Of the reported killing of "Old Clubfoot," the terror of the Sierras, by Trapper Hendrix, it is said, "this is about the ninth time iu tv ce as many years that the gratifying news of bear's death has lieeu announced. As long ago as lol a prospect .r named Smead killed him !u Meadow Lake township, Nevada, after a des;erate encounter, and exhibited the skin at a proof of the fact. A niinei on Kanaka creek, iu Sierra county, duplicatel the feat six months later. Siuce then every county along the Sierra .Nevada ranges has periodically i-X up a c'aim to a similar distinction. Clubfoat lias as many lives as a cat, and it Is a aafo Let tliat he will turn up smiling again before the next State electijn." Dr. Max Von Vtttmki'jTr and two other chemists. Dr. AdolpH Baeyer and Dr. C. Zimmerman are entitled to me credit of having devised the method by which the stains have been remove-1 from the new maibte statue of Liebig in Munich. rsouiebody dashe 1 adaik liquid all over it iu Novemlr lait. . spotting it in ub-mt .'Jo j places. Tim ( substances employed appoai to havn been nitrate of sliver a rl pei inatigauate ! of potash. A paste of line norceiain clay mixed with ammonium sulphuln I was first applied to the stain, and aftei- ward a similar paste containing a strong j solution of polasMum cyanide. Uj. peated applications of lhe.-e pastes le. Stored the marble lo tin original color. -'fr ft Hi f" fcjjif tu Hit ii if II I i i-1 - k ' -' '"
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