ifife jjeilidl 'jSksA - egilitai. THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OP THE LAWS. B. P. BOHWEIER, Bditer MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 27. 189S. NO. 15 VOL. XLIX rid PropitoliL The last Installments of the continued story, "Geraldine," has not arrived, and we will have to emit it this week. The New Ycrk dog show la said to be howling success. Electricity presents an Ingenious the ory that light la produced by noise Bosbl Look at Congress. Chicago baa decided that Sonth Da kota divorces are bad. And this may be regarded as an expert opinion, too. Count Castellans and Anna Goulu A-ere married twice: but probably one divorce ceremony by and by will be sufficient Horses are now so cheap out West that when a horsethlef is captured bo Is not lynched, but is sent to the near est insane asylum. After all. girls, the best way to get & dusband Is to pick out an eligible bach elor and listen with a pleased air to every word he says. Tue Cincinnati Enquirer baa dlsco errnl a "negro uionstresa" In Ohio. We feel quite certain that Noah Webster never could have done It It la queer that there should be any fllfflculty in retiring the greenbacks. Our experience has shown that green backs always are too retiring. England has such a horror of wiu hut she goes on spending mllllcna in building torpedo boats, battle ship, and long-range guns warranted to kill. A San Francisco man was arrested and fined $10 for sneezing in a theater during a performance. California the atricals are evidently not to be sneezed at Envious critics who are wondering rhy Chicago suspended a policeman for sleeping on his beat should remem ber that there were no saloons open In that neighborhood. ITetty Green's opinion that the world Is going to smash loses nothing of It fervor from the fact that ahe faces the prospect of paying taxes Just like peo pie who have less to pay on. The Toronto woman whose husband had her life Insured for $200,000 did right In having the policies canceled. In her modesty ahe probably reckoned that no living woman was worth the amount. , A Washington dispatch says that "Count Castellane has come to Wash ington to escape publicity and was one of the lions at a reception given by the Briccs last night" His Ideas of escap ing publicity are certainly unique. A Berlin street car company has Ju paid $250,000 in the city treasury for the privilege of crossing a certain street Those slow-going foreigners have no comprehension of real modern political methods. They could have bought the entire Clly Council for leaf money. Our sympathies go out to Actor Haiiv Woodruff. Young Mr. Woodruff was Induced to go to college In order to educate himself up to the requisite matrimonial standard of the Gould family. Now He has lost the girl and finds himself with a good education on his bands and no way to get the cash on it A few year ago California offered a bounty of $5 each for coyote scalps. It was thought then that there were about 2.000 coyotes In tho State, but the claims for bounties for the last three months aggregate 853,000, with seventeen counties yet to hear from. Coyote raiting is fast becoming one of the most profitable Industries of the far West News in Brief Chiong University his 157 irat'ro tors. IlhmU railroads stretch 11,576 miles. Many popular perfumes are strong antisept'ec Oaly ! 6 persons in 1,000,000 die from sei silit-. St. T oui", Mo., has an ambulance trolley sei vico. The bottou of the deepest part of the Atlantic hits very rec -ntly been prove 1 to be about five miles and a half down The orbit of Jupi'er is 1,000,000. 000 miles in ett nt an 1 ia it takes the grand planet 4,332 d ijs to make one round tiip. Some of the colore 1 paper supplied for kindt rgarteD, work bus been proved by analysis to coutuia a small quantity of arsenic. There are forty-five survivors of the War of 1812 on the roll of the Pen sion Office, of whom fifteen are 100 years old. Some sailors can distinguish colors at sea but not on land. , An electric railroad is to be built in the spring from Mercod to the Yoseir ite valley in California The ieigth of the road is to be sixty-five miles. A b'ack down grows under the feathers of many birds at the approach of winter because down is the be-t non conductor and black the warmeat cjlor. A new artesian well near Chamber lain, South Dakota, throws a six inch stream of water thirty-eight inches above its top. A method has been devised by which aluminum miy be substituted for platinum for leading wires in incan descent lamps. There were two total eclipses of the sun in the year 1712 and two in 1889. This rare phenomenon will not happen again until the year 2057. In South America an electrio dry ing machine in which air ;s forced through a chamber of heated plates is to ba used in drying wheat. REV. DR TAMAGE, (Subject : "A Scraphio Diet Tit: "Man did eat angels' food. Psalms lxxviii., 25. Somewhat risky wonld be the undertaking to tell just what was the manna, that tell to the Israelites la the wilderness, of what It was ma la an 1 who made it. The manna was called angels' food, bat why so called? Was it becaose it came bom the place when r "-pis uve, or Decease angels compounded I . or because angels did eat it, or beeans it was good enough for angels? On what crystal platter was it carried to the door ot heaven and then thrown out? How did It taste? We are told there was in It something like honey, but if the saccharine taste In it bad been too strong many would not have liked it, and so It may have had a commin gling of flavors, this delicacy of the skies. It must have been nutritions, for a Nation lived on it for forty years. It must have been healthful, for it is so inspiringly applauded. It must have been abundant, because It dis missed the necessity ot a sutler for a great army. Each person had a ration Of three quarts a day allowed to him. and so 15,000 pounds were necess vy every week. Those were the times of which my text sneaks, when Mman did eat angels' food." If the good Lord, who has helped me ao often, will help me now, I will first tell you what Is angels food, and then how we may get some of it for ourselves. In our moral state we must have for mastication and digestion and assimilation the products of the earth. Corporeity, as well as mentality and spirituality, characterizes as. The style of diet has much to do with our well being. Light and frothy food taken exclusively re sults in weak muscle and semi-Individualism. The taking of too much animal food produces sensuality. Vegetarians are cranks. Season able selection ot the farinaceous and the solid ordinarily produces physical stamina. But we have all occasionally been in an ecstatic state where we forgot the necessity of earthly food. ".V'e were fed by joys, by anticipations, by discoveries, by companion ships that dwindled the dining hour into insignificance and made the pleasures of the table stupid and uninviting. There have been eases where from seemingly Invisible sources the human body baa been main tained, as In the remarkable case of our in valid and Christian neighbor, Mollle Fanoh or, known throughout the medical and Christian world for that she was seven weeks without earthly food, fed and sus tained on heavenly visions. Our beloved Dr. Irensus Prime, editor and theologian, recorded the wonders concerning this girl. Professor West, the great scientist, marveled over it, and Willard Parker of worldwide fame in surgery threw up his hands In amazement at it. There are times In all our lives when the soul assorts its;lf and says to the body: "Hush, stand back! Stand down!' I am at a banquet where no ehalioea gleam and no viands smoke and no culinary im plements clatter. I am feeding on that which no human hand has mixed and no earthly oven baked. I am eating "angels' food.' If you have never been in such an exalted state, I commiserate your leaden temperament and dismiss you from thit service as incompetent to understand the thrilling and glorious suggestiveness of my text when it says, "Man did eat angels' food." Now, what do the supernaturals live on? They experience none of the demands of cor poriety and have no hindrance or environ ment in the shape of bone and muscle and flesh, and hence that which may delectate our palate or invigorate our poor, dying frames would be of no use to them. But they have a food of their own. My text says so. There may be other courses of food in the heavenly menu that I am not aware of, but I know of five or six styles of food always on celestial tables when cheru bim and seraphim and archangel gather foi heavenly repast the mystery of redemption, celartiahzed music, the heavenly picturesque, sublime colloquy, eternal enterprises, saintly association, divine companionship, celebra ti ve jubilance. There is one subject that ex cites the curiosity and Inquisitiveness of all those angtsls. St. Peter says, "Which thing the angels desire to look Into" that is, why did Christ exchange a palace for a barn? Wby did He drop a scepter from His right hand to take a speai Into His left side? Why quit th anthem of the worshiping heavens to beat the crooning of a weary mother's voice? Wa a straw better than a garland? "Could it not have been done in some other way?" says ansrel the first. "Was the human race worth such a sacrifice?" says angel the second. "How could heaven get along without Him for thirty-three years?" says angel the third. "Through that assassination may sinful man rise into our eternal companionship," say; angel the fourth. Sculpture will halt this side the grave be cause it chiefly commemorates th9 forms ol those who in heaven will be reconstructed, and what would we want of the sculptured Imitation when west ami in the presence of the resurrected original? Painting will halt this side the grave because the colors of earth would be too tame for heaven, and what use to have pictured on canvas the scenes which shall be described to us by those who were the participants? One of tho disciples will tell us about the "Last Supper" better than Titian with mighty touoh set up In art gallery. The plainest saint by tongue will describe the "Last Judgment" better than Michael Angelo with his pencil put It upon the oeiling of the Vatican. Architecture will halt this side the grave, for what use would there be for archi tect's oompass and design In that oity which Is already built and garnished until nothing can be added? All theTuileries and Windsor Castles and St Clouds of the earth piled up not equaling its humblest residences; all the St Pauls and St Peters and St Izaaks and St Sophias of the earth built into one cathedral not equaling the heavenly temple. But music will pass right on, right up and right in, and millions In heaven will ac knowledge that, under God, she was the chief cause of their salvation. Ob, I would like to be present when all the great Chris tian singers and the great Christian players of all the ages shall congregate in heaven. Of course they must, like all the rest of us, be cleansed and ransomed by the blood of the slain Lamb. Alas, that some of the (treat artists of sweet sound have been as distinguished for profligacy as for the way they warbled or sang or fingered the key board or trod the organ pedal. Some who have been distinguished bassos and so pranos and prima donnas on earth, I feel will never sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, or put the lips to the trumpet with sounds of victory before the throng. Bnt many of the masters who charmed us on earth Will mors mightily charm us la heaven. Great music hall of eternity! Hay yon and I be there some day to acclaim when the "Halleluiah Chorus" is awakened As on earth there have been harmonies made up of other harmonies, a strain of music from this cantata, and a strain of music from that overture and a bar from this and a bar from that, but one great tune or theme, into which all the others were poured as rivers into a sea, so It may be given to the mightiest soul in the heavenly world to gather something from all the sacred songs we havt mna cs earth, or which have been sung" in all the ages, and roll them on In eternal symphony, but the one great theme and the one overmastering tone that shall carry all before it and uplift all heaven from central throne to farthest gate of pearl and to highest capstone of amethyst will be, "Onto Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and made us kings and priests unto God and the Lamb, to Him be glory!" That will be manna enough for all heaven to feed on. That will be abanqnet lor lmmoruua, Ana win us angels' food. Now. In the emerald palace of heaven, let the cupbearers and servants of the King re move this course mm the banquet ana Dnng fa another course ot saffeis food,whleh fa laying out of mighty enterprise. The Bible lets us know positively that the angels have sur world's affairs on their hearts. They af ford the rapid transit from world to world. lUsistering spirits, escorting spirits, defend ing spirits, guardian spirits yea, they have all worlds on their thought We are told they sang together at the creation, and that im nlied not only the creation of our world, bnt of other worlds. Shall they plan enly for our little planet and be unooneerned for a P,:2rS;, rr7,M; i.int SUO nmee largerr no. xney in w jta schemes of helpratnesa to be executed, shipwrecked worlds to be rowed In, planetary fires to be put out, demoniac hosts riding up to be hurled baok and down. These angels ot H ;Ut unhorse an Apollyon with one stroke of battleax celestial. They talk these matters all over. They bend toward each other in sublime colloquy. They have cabinet meetings of winged Immortals. They assemble the mightiest ot them In holy con sultation. They plan out stellar, lunar, solar, constellated achievement They vie with each other as to who shall do the grandest thing for the eternals. They compose doxol ogles for the temple of the sun. They pre side over eoronations. If in the great organ of the universe one key gets out of tune, they plan for its retailing. No undertaking is so difficult, no post of duty is so distant, no mission is so stupendous but at Ood's com mand they are gladly obtained. When they sit together in heaven's places 3abriel and Michael, the archangel, and the angel that pointed Hsgar to the fountain in the desert, and the angel that swung -open the nrisoo dooo '- imm il aissi angeis wno ran 9 . . . .J m the end of the world, and the angel that stood by Paul to encourage him on the foundering eornshlp of Alexandria, and the two angels that sentineled the tomb ot Chi rat. and the four angels that St John saw in Apocalypse at the four corners of the earth, and the twelve angels that guard the twelve swinging pearls, and the 20,003 char ioted angels that the psalmist de scribed, and more radiant than all of them put together, and mightier than all. and lovelier than all, -The Angel of the Coven ant," the cadences of His voice, the best musie that ever entranced mortal or immor tal ears. His smile another noon risen on mid noon. His presenoe enough to make a heaven If there were no other attraction I say, when they meet together in the council ohamberf olose to the thmna .ah that will be regale ment Infinite. That will be angels' food. And one of my exoiting anticipations ot heaven Is the prospect of seeing and talking with some of them. Why not? What did they come out for on the balcony on that Christmas night and sing for our world, if they did not want to be pul in communication with us? I know the ser enade was in Greek, but they knew that theii words would be translated In all languages. If they thought themselves too good to have anything to do with us, would they hav dropped Christmas carols upon the shep herds, as bai as any of as have ever been Aye! If they sang for mortals, will they not ting for us when we beoome immortals? Now, in the emerald palace of heaven, lei the cupbearers and servants of the King re move this oourse from the banquet and bring on another course of angels' food the last oourse and the best, the dessert, the cul mination of the feast, which is celebrative Jubilanoe. ton and I have known people who prided themselves on never getting excited. They have cultivated the phleg matic You never saw them cry: you never heard them in a burst of laugh ter. They are monotonous and to me in tolerable. I am afraid of a man or a woman that cannot cry; I am afraid of a man or a woman who cannot lans-h. Christ says in the book of Revelation that such people are to Him nauseating and cause regurgitation (Revelation lit, 16) "Because thou art luke warm and neither cold not hot I will spew thee out of My mouth." But the angels in heaven have no stolidity or unresponsive ness. There is one thing that agitates them into holy warmth. We know that absolute ly. If their harp be hung up on the panels of amethyst, they take it down and with deft fingers pnll from among the strings a canticle. They run in to their neighbors on the same golden street and tell the good news. If Miriam has there cymbals anything like those with which she per formed on the banks ot the Bed Sea, she claps them in triumph, and there is a festal table spread, and the best of the angels' food is set on it When is it? It is when a man or woman down in the world who was all wrong by the grace of God is made all right (Luke xv., 10) "There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sin ner that repenteth." Why are they so happily agitated? Because they know what a tre mendous thing it is to turn clear around from the wrong and take the right road. It is be cause they know the difference between swines' trough with nothing but husks and a King's banquet with angels' food. It is be cause they know the infinite, the everlasting difference between down and up. And then their festivity is catching. If we hear the bells of a city rin?, wd suy, "What istaatforir" It wo h -ar rolling out from an auditorium the sound of a full orchestra, we say, "What is happening here?" And when the angels of God take on jubilance over a cage of earthly repentance your friends in heaven will say: "What new thing has happened? Why full diapason? Why the chime from the oldest towers of eternity?' The fact is, my hearers, there are people in heaven who would like to hear from you. Your children there are wondering when father and mother will eome into the kingdom, and with more glee than they ever danced In hallway at your coming home at eventide they will dance the floor of the heavenly mansion at the tilings of father and mother saved. Bs side that the old folks want to hear from you. They are standing at the heal ot the celestial stairs waiting for the news that their prayers have been answered, and that you are coming on to take from their lips a kiss better than that which now they throw you. Calling you by your first name, as they always did, they are talking about you and saying, "There is our son," sr "There is our daughter down In that world of struggle battling, suffering, sinning, weeping. Why can hey not see that Christ is the only one who can help and comfort and save?" That is what they are saying about you. And if you will this hour in one prayer ot surrender that will not take more than a second to make decide this then swifter than telegraphic dispatoh the news would reach them, and augels of GiJ who never fell would join your glorified kindred In cele bration, and the caterers of heaven would do their best, and saints and seraphs side by side would take angels foot Glory to God for suoh a possibility! Oh, that this moment there might be rush for heaven! The Spirit and the Bride say. Come. Bajaiin2 aaints.se--. Ho; Coma, . wno taints, wno tnir, wnr. wiu may come Ihy Saviour bids fitu come. THE MANCHESTER SHIP CANAL. It Is Ssuunng Very Small Part of the Cotton Trmfflc. At the half-yearly meeting of the corpora lion of the Manchester (England) Ship Canal the Chairman said that the canal had hitherto virtually failed to secure anything like a fair share of the cotton traffic, the canal having carried within the last six months only 13,XH.' tons, against 300,000 tons arriving at Liver pool. The Chairman contended that they must show the cotton sellers of the world that Manchester has a powerful association of buyers who were willing to buy in Man chester if the sellers would only send their cotton there. The great difficulty confront ing them in the near future, he said, was the payment of the interest on the loan capital. After the meeting the shares of the canal tell heavily. 4 Laborer's Daughter Inherits 100,000. By the death in New York recently of the Rev. B. B. Crystal, of Atlanta. Ga., Miss Blanche Chapman, of Jacksonville. Flo., the daughter of a laborer, inherits $100,000. She is about seventeen years old. The property is in real estate In Now York and Atlanta, "How He Q 'it bucking His Thumb" is the bead on a news item in a Cbicngo newspaper. -Xo parental care ever falls to Ih' lot of a eiDgle member of the insect tribe, in peLera), the eggs of an in sect are destined te te hatched long after tbe patents are dead. Paper palp doors are new. An edition of the Cleveland Tlani Dealer was issued by 100 women. Tbyme destroys the bacilli of ty pboid fever. The engines of a first class man-of -onr e st about $700,000. A friend of the late Christina Ros etti tells of hearing her say twenty j ears ago that she had never seen the sun rise. Some botanists think that no plant absolutely poisonous, but only rebv . I" to to only cer tain animals. AUTUMN TIME. lis the season of autumn, the Wild are blowing, Ke longer the sheen of the summer bus flooding The dark tangled woodlands, and no longej glowing Those glens where the slleaee of ages lief brooding. Tis the season of autumn, the skies are be clouded, There's a wall in the wind and a blur os the blossom. Tor aoon will the glory 'of summer bf shrouded, lad death will stalk dismal on Nature's cold bosom! Montgomery M. Folsom, In Atlanta Jooxme) THE GOVERNOR'S WOOING. AN yon receive Mme. Blouet, sir? asked an attendant, as he opened the door of the Deputy Gov ernor's office. " It was a large, severe looking apartment, with a very high ceiling, two windows draped with green damask curtains, walls and armchairs of tho same color, and heavy bookcases of mahogany. The highly waxed floor reflected the cold symmetry of the official furniture, and the mirror over the mantelpiece repro duced with exactness a black marble clock, two bronze lamps and a pair ol gilt candlesticks. Hubert Boinville, the Deputy Gov ernor, was seated, with his back to the fireplace, at a large mahogany desk which was littered over with deeds and various papers. He raised his grave, melancholy face, which was framed in a brown beard, tinged with a few gray hairs, and his black eyes, with tired-looking lids, glanced at the card which the solemn usher handed to him. On this card was written in a trem bling hand, "Veuve Blouet" (Widow Blouet), but the name conveyed no in formation to him and he put it down impatiently. "It is an old lady, sir," said the at tendant, in explanation. "Shall I send ber away?" "No ; let her come in," replied the Deputy Governor, in a tone of resig nation. The usher straightened himself up in his uniform, bowed, and disap peared, returning the next minute to show in the visitor, who stopped on the threshold and dropped an old fashioned courtesy. She was a little old lady, dressed in shabby mourning. Her black merino gown had a greenish tinge, and was wrinkled and darned ; a limp crape veil, which had evidently served through more than one period of mourning, hung down on each side from an old-fashioned bonnet, and be neath a front of false brown hair was a round, wrinkled face with bright little eyes, a small mouth and no teeth. "Sir," she began, in a somewhat breathless voice, "I am the daughter, sister and widow of men who served their country. I applied some time ago to the department for help and I have come to see whether there is any hope." The Deputy Governor listened with out moving a muscle of his face. He had heard so many applications of this indl "Have yon ever received any assist ance?" he asked coldly. "Xo, sir," she replied. "I have managed to get on until now without asking. I have a small pension." "Ah !" he interrupted in a dry tone, "in that case I am afraid we can do nothing for yon. We have a great many applicants who have no pension to rely upon." "Ah, listen, sir 1" she cried despair ingly, "I have not explained every thing. I had three sons, and they are all dead. The last one taught mathe matics, and one day during the winter, when he was going from the Pantheon to Chaptal College, he caught a violent cold, which settled on his lungs and carried him off in two weeks. He had supported me and bis child by teach ing; the expenses of his illness and death used up all our little savings, and I bad to raise money on my pension. Now I am alone in the world with my grandchild, and we have nothing. I am eighty-two years old, sir." Tears had gathered under her wrin kled eyelids as she spoke, and the Dep uty Governor was listening more at tentively than at first. A peculiar sing-J ing intonation of the speaker's voice,! ind the sound of certain provincial ex iressions seemed to his ears like once .amiliar music ; the old lady's way of speaking had for him a flavor of home which produced a most singular sensa tion in his mind. He rang his bell and sent for Mme. Blouet's "papers," and when the sedate usher had laid a thin, package before him he examined the yellow pnges with evident interest. "You are from Lorraine, I see, mad nine," he said at last, turning towards her a face less stern, and on which a faint smile was seen ; "I suspected it from your accent." "l'es, air ; I am from Argonne," she answered. "And yon recognize my accent? I thought I had long since lost it, I have been knocking about Franco like a Cyiag camp." Tho Deputy Governor looked with increasing compassion at the poor widow whom a harsh wind had torn from her native forest and cast into Paris like a withered leaf. He felt his official Leirt growing eof tor, and smil ing again he said : "I am front Argonne. I lived near your village for a long time, at Cler mont." And then he added, Gayly: "Keep jp your courage, Mme. Blouet. I hope wo eaaH bo able to help yon. Will you give ue your address?" "No. 12 Rao de la Bante, noar tha Capuchin Convent. Thank yon, sir, for your kindua. 1 am yery glad to have found a fellow-countryman," and after courtesies tbo widow took har de parture. Ad aoon as s':a was gone, M. Boin ville rose, and going to the window, stool looking down into the garden with his face ajaiosli the glass. But ho was not !'. t ing at the tops of the half leafless cho.tnat trees ; hi dreamy wandetadaef Joward Am rn ibeyond the plains and the chalky hillf jof Champagne, past a large forest, to a valley where a quiet river flowed be tween two rows of poplar trees, to a Vttle old town with tie-roofed houses. There his early childhood had been passed, and later his vocations. Hit father, who was Registrar in the office jof the Chief Justice, led a narrow, mo notonous life, and he himself was ac customed to hard work and strict dis cipline. He had left home when in bis t-venty-first year, and had returned only to attend his father's funeral. Possessing a superior intellect and an iron will, and being an indefatiga ble worker, he bad risen rapidly on the official ladder, and at thirty-eight years of age was made Deputy Gov ernor. Austere, punctual, reserved and coldly polite, he arrived at his office every morning at exactly ten o'clock and remained there until six, taking work with him when he went home. Although ha waa possessed ol keen sensibilities, his bearing was so reserved and undemonstrative that he was thought eold and stern. He saw very little of society, his life being devoted to business, and he had never had enough leisure to think of marrying. His heart, indeed, had once asserted itself before he had left home, but aa then he had neither po sition nor fortune ; the girl he loved had refused him in order to marry a riab tradesman. This early disappointment had left in Hubert Boinville a feeling of bitter ness which even the other successes ol his life could not wholly efface, and there was still a tinge of melancholy in his being. The old lady's voice and accent had recalled the thought of the past, and his quiet was overwhelmed by a flood of recollections. While he stood there motionless, with his fore head pressing against the window pane, he was stirring, as one would a heap of dead leaves, the long slumber ing memories of his youth, and like a aweet delicate perfume rose the Mioughts of by-gone scenes and days. Suddenly he returned to his chair, drew Mme. Blouet's petition to him and wrote upon it the words: "Very deserving case," Then he rang hie bell and sent the doenment to the clerk in charge of the relief fund. On the day of the official assent to Mme. Blouet's position, M. Boinville left his office earlier than usual, for the idea had occurred to him to an nounce the good news himself to his aged country-woman. Three hundred francs. The sum was out a drop in the enormous reservoir of the ministerial fund, but to the poor widow it would be as a beneficent dew! Although it waa December the weather was mild, Huhart Rainvilla walked all the way to the Bue de la Sante, and by the time he reached his destination that lonely neighborhood was wrapped in gloom. By the light of a gas lamp near the Capuchin Con vent he saw "Number 12" over a half open door in a rough stone wall, and, on entering, found himself in a larg market garden. He could just distinguish in the darkness square plots of vegetables, some groups of rose bushes, and here and there the silhouettes of fruit trees. At the other end of the garden two or three dim lights showed the front of a plain, square building, and to this the Deputy Governor made his way, and had the good luck to run against the gardener, who directed him to tha Widow Blouet's lodgings upstairs. After twice stumbling on the muddy steps, M. Boinville knocked at a door under which a line of light was to be seen, and great was his surprise when, the door being opened, he saw before him a girl of abont twenty years hold ing up a lighted lamp and looking at him with astonished eyes. She was dressed in black and had a faftr, fresh face, and the lamp light was shining on her wavy chestnut hair, round, dimpled cheeks, smiling mouth ant' limpid blue eyes. "Is this where Mme. Blouet lives?" asked M. Boinville after a moment's hesitation, and the girl replied : "Yes, sir. Be kind enough to walk in. Grandmother, here is a gentleman who wants to see you." ' "I am coming," cried a thin, piping voice from the next room, and the next minute the old lady came trot ting out with her false front all awry under her blackcap, and trying to un tie the strings of a blue apron which ahe wore. "Oh," she cried in amazement on recognizing the Deputy Governor, "is it possible, sir? Excuse my appear ance. I was not expecting the honor of a visit from yon. Claude tte, give M. Boinville a chair. This is my grandchild, air. Sho is all I have in the world.' The gentleman seated himself in an antique armchair covered with Utrecht velvet, and cast a rapid glance round the room, which evidently served aa both parlor and dining room. It contained very little furniture : A gmall stove of white Delft ware, next to which stood an old-fashioned oaken clothes-press, a round table covered with oilcloth, and aomo rush-bottom chairs, while on tha wall hung two old colored lithographs. Everything was very neat and the place had an old time air of comfort and rusticity. M. Boinville explained the object of his visit in a few words, and the widot exclaimed: "Oh, thank you, sir I How good yon; are ? It is quite true that pleasant sur prises never come singly. My grand- ohild has paaeod an examination in telegraphy, and while she is waiting for a position she is doing a little painting for one and another. Only to-day she has been paid for a large order, and so we have made up our minds," said the grandmother, "to celebrate tho event by having only home diahes for dinner. The gar dener down atairs gave us a cabbage, aomo turnips and potatoes to make a potee. We bought a Lorraine sausage, and when yon came in I had just made a tot-fait." "Oh, a tot-fait I" cried Boinville. "That is a sort of cake made ef eggs, milk and farina. It is twenty years sinse I heard its namo and more than that since I tasted it." His faco became strangly animated, and the young girl, who was watohing him curiously, saw a look of actual greediness in his brown eyes. While ha waa lost in a reverie of tot-fait CUudetto and her grandmother turned away and bsgan discussing, and at last the girl whispered: Jl am afraid it would ast doJV- "Why not?" returned the oiu lady. "I think it would please him." And then, seeing that he was looking at them wonderingly, she went toward him, saying: "M. Boinville, yon have already oeen so kind to us that I am going to ask of yon another favor. It is late, and yon have a long way to go we should be so glad if you would stay here and taste our tot-fait -r-shouldn't we, Clandette?" "Certainly," eaid the girl, "but M. Boinville will have a plain dinner, and besides he is, no doubt, expected at Home.' "No one is waiting for me, an wered the gentleman, thinking of his usual dull, solitary meals in the restau rant. "I have no engagement, but " he hesitated, looked at Claadette's smiling eyes, and suddenly exclaimed. "I aocept with pleasure. "That is right!" said the old lady, briskly. "What did I tell you, Clan dette? Quick, my pet, set the table while I go baok to my tot-fait. " The girl had already opened the press and taken out a striped table loth and three napkins, and in the twinkling of an eye the table was ready. Then she lighted a candle and went down stairs, while the old dame sat down with her lap full of chest nuts, which she proceeded to crack and place npon the stove. "Is not that a bright, lively girl?!' ahe said. "She ia my awaaolation ; she cheers me like a linnet on an old root." Heie the speaker rattled the chest nuts on the stove and then Clandette reappeared, and the little woman went and brought in the potee and set it, steaming and fragrant, on the table. Seated between the octogenarian and the artless, smiling girl and in the midst of half rural surroundings, which constantly recalled the memory of his youth, Hubert Boinville, the Deputy Governor, did honor to the potee. His grave, cold manner thawed out rapidly, and he conversed familiarly with his new friends, returning the gay sallies of Claudette and ahouting with merriment at the sound of the patois words and phrases which the old lady used. From time to time the widow would rise and go to attend to her cookery, and at last ahe returned triumphant, bringing in an iron baking dish, in which rose the gently swelling, golden brown tot-fait, smelling of orange flower water. Then came the roasted chestnuts in their brown, crisped shells. When Claudette had cleared the table the grandmother took up her knitting mechanically and sat near the stove, chatting gayly at first, but ahe now yielded to the combined effects of the warmth and fell asleep. Claudette put the lamp on the table,, and she and the visitor were left to entertain each other. The girl, sprightly and light-hearted, did nearly all the talk ing. When he returned to his gloomy bachelor apartment those eyes went before him, and seemed to laug'i merrily as he stirred his dull fire, an 1 then he thought again of the dinner in the cheerful room, of the fire blaz ing up gayly in the delft stove, and of the young girl's merry prattle, which had temporarily resuscitated tho sensation of his twenty-first year. Nore than once he went to the mirror and looked gloomily at his gray streaked beard, thought of his loveless youth and of his increasing years, and said with .Lia r ontawe : "Have I passed the time for lov ing?" Then he wonld be seized with a sort of tender homesickness which filled him with dismay and made him regret that he had never married. One cloudy afternoon towards the end of December the solemn usher opened the door and announced: Olme. Blouet, sir." Boinville rose eagerly to greet his visitor, and inquired, with a slight blush, for her granddaughter. "She is very well, sir," was the an swer, "and your visit brought her luck ; she received an appointment yesterday in a telegraph office. I could not think of leaving Paris without again thank ing you sir, for your kindness to us. " Boinville's heart sank. "Yon are to leave Paris ; is this posi tion in the provinces?" "Yes, in theVesges. Of course, I shall go with Claudette; I am over eighty years old, and cannot have much longer to live ; we Bhall never part in this world." Do you go soon?" "In January. Good-by, air; yon have been very kind to us, and Clau dette begged me thank yon in her tame." The Deputy Governor was thunder struck, and he answered only in mono syllables, and when the good woman had left him he sat motionless for a long time with head in bis hands. That night he slept badly, and the next day was very taciturn with his employes. Towards 3 o'clock he brushed his hat, left the office and jumped into a cab that was passing, and half an hour later he hurried through the market garden of 12 Ioo de la Sante and knocked tremblingly at Mme. Blouet 'a door. Claudette answered the knock, and on seeing the Deputy Governor she started and blushed. "Grandmother ia out," she said, "but ahe will aoon be home, and she will be so glad to see yon." "I have come to see, not your grand mother, but yourself, Mile. Clandette,' he returned. "Me !" ahe exclaimed, anxiously, and he repeated: "Yes, yon," in an abrupt tone, and then his throat seemed to close ana ne could hardly speak. "Yon are going away next month?" he asked at last. The girl nodded assent. "Are yon sorry to leave Paris?" "Yes, indeed, I am. It grieves me to think of it ; but, then, this position is a fortune to us, and grandmother will be able to live in peace for thr zest of her days." "3uppose I should ofTcr yon the same means of remaining in Paris, at the same time assuring comfort to Mme. Blouet?" "Oh, sir T'exolaimed the yonng girl, iter face brightening. It is rather a violent remedy," he said, hesitating again. "Perhaps yon wonld think it too great an effort?" "Oh, no; I am very resolute. Only taJljne. wiat it ii" ne took a long breath, ana then sain quietly, almost harshly: "Will yon marry me?" "Heaven 1" she gasped, in a voice ol deep emotion, but although her face expressed the deepest surprise, there, was no sign of repugnance or alarm; Her bosom heaved, her lips parted and her eyes became moist with tendei brightness. Boinville dared not look at her, lest he should read refusal in her face, but at last, alarmed by her long silence, he raised his head, saying : "Yon think me too old yon are frightened" "Not frightened," she answered, simply, "but surprised, and glad. It is too good. I can hardly believe it." "My darling I" he cried, taking both her hands, "you must believe it. I am the one to be glad, for I love yon." She was silent, but there was no mistaking the tenderness and gratitude that were shining in her eyes, and Hubert Boinville must hare read them aright, for he drew her closely to him, and, meeting with no resistance, raised her hands to his lips and kissed them with youthful fervor. "Oh 1" cried the old lady, appearing on the scene at that instant, and the others turned round, he a little con nsed, the girl blushing but radiant. "Do not be shocked, Mme. Blouet," said the Deputy Governor. "The evening that I dined here I found a wife. The ceremony will take place next month with your permission." From the French, in Short Stories. HE HANDLED THE BONDS. J. Pierpont Morgan, the New Tori. Banker Who Is Worth $40,000,000. The success of President Cleveland's .ate bond issue Is due in great part to J. Pierpont Morgan, the famous New York banker, whose wealth, at a con servative estimate, is said to reach J40,000,000. He gives away In chaiity more than any man in the United States, but bis right hand Is an utter stranger to his left, and an invariable accompaniment of bis good gifts Is the proviso that his name must be kept hidden, on the penalty of no further subscriptions. He is a man of com- i. PIEKI'ONT IIOKGAX. mandlng physique, and his hair MiJ mustache are gray. Ills face Is ruddy with exercise and good living, and he should by all these 'signs be an ex tremely good-natured personage. He affects, however, a brusqueuess and a reserve that hides all this when he is downtown, and he can freeze ft bore more quickly aud effectually than any other man In New York City. In his home life. Mr. Morgan Is ah that a father and husband and host should be. In bis town bouse at 213 Madison avenue, or bis homes at New port and Highland Falls, he is courtesy and hospitality Itself. Mr. Morgan is a member of a score of the leading clubs In New York, Ixmdon and Paris, but he rarely goes to them, and seldom goes to social functions or to the opera or theater. He Is seldom seen on the street, for he sticks closely to hie desk from 9 until 4 o'clock. His one bobby is hl9 steam yacht, the May, which be bought In England for $175,000. It deserves that hackneyed definition, a "floating palace," and be spends all his spare time In summer aboard of It. Mrs. Morgan, who was Miss Frances Tracy, has many charities of her own concerning which she Is as modest as Is her husband. FANCY SKATING. A Few Illustration of Some of the Prettiest Movements. One of the prettiest movements madt by fancy skaters is the grapevine. It Is made by describing a number of S'g or figure 8's close together until a com plete circle of them U made. It la prei ty, bnt takes an expert to do It The spread eagle circle made backward Is not so difficult, but a beginner will take a few tumbles before he makes It The Dutch roll backward, a double circle, Is another easy and pretty ilg nre. One of the most graceful Is a double circle performed by the eight forward, tuner edge, two turns, returning on thr left foot backward, two turns to the right The Maltese cross Is an old fa vorite. By beginning at the center the twelve lines of the figure can be de scribed without going over the same line twice. The tulip Is one of the hardest and at the same time prettiest figures. To show this off In perfection a slight sprinkling of snow ia needed. There are sixteen lines and two stems to be de scribed, and none but an expert should attempt It ONLY ONE RELAXATION. a Visitor to th. Gallery Mar TaWB, bat Nothing; More. Shd was a well-groomed, up-to-daU young lady, with a big fur cape over her arm and a magazine in her hand. She Invaded the sacred precincts of the Senate gallery, evidently unaware of the sacred ground upon which she was trending. She stood in contempla tive mood back of the seats, surveying tho sense-soothing scene, evidently oc cupied In a mental debate with herself over the desirability of remaining,. ben the doorkeeper bustled up to ber and told ber in a whisper that made Senator Hill don his "specs" and scan the gallery that It was "agin tho rules to stand." So she tripped down to a front seat, where she located, and put ting her cape on the stone coping for a cushion to shield her elbows, leaned over to study the styles in bald heads. In about two minutes the attendants rushed noisily down the steps and in the same sepulchral whisper told her it was "agin the rules to put anything on tho railing." Senator Harris, In the chair, frownec ap her way, and she blushlngly re moved the cape. Senator Tefler was giving some In formation In his soft, low voice, aud uuder his soporific Influence she nearly went to sleep with her head on the back of the seat, and her half-closed eyes studying the painted plaques lu the celling. Iu her abstraction she dropped her magazine. Back came tha doorkeeper with another piece of In formation. She "must not drop things; It disturbed the Senators." Half a dozen Senators looked up to see if an anarchist 1-ad got in tho gal leries, and the girl back of her giggled. She held her ground, however, and presently opened the magazine and be gan to read. Again the doorkeeper: "You ain't a! lowed to read In this here gallery; it'9 gln the rules." She sat for a moment, wntth In evcrj feature, glaring down at the heads be low. Just as the doorkeeper sat down she turned and beckoned him vigorous ly. Ho came clumping down, and as he bent over her she asked him in a whisper that must have rattled tho weathermeter In the marble room, "May I yawn?" Tho laugh that rippled around tn gallery was not caused by the remarks of the Senator from Kansas, and the young lady was not again molested. ft. HORSE ON THE YOUNG MAN. The Innocent Girl with the Silky Curl Buffered Too. She the pretty girl with the silky curls and sweet blue eyes had clasped her hands together, pursed her mouth up Into an expression of happiness and declared that a RloI;;h ride was the acme of bliss. He, poor man, had had a cutter bequeathed to him by a rela tive who most generously died, but who forgot to Include a horse with his gift And tho poor man's purse was not ns fat ns purses sometimes are; so ho felt quite downhearted. But one day, when his heart was es pecially sad for only ilio night beforo she of tho silky curls had again dilated on the Joys of the sleigh ride he heard Df a great bargain. So the young man with a slim pnr.n. Immediately purchased the bargain, hitched the bargain to the cutter and drove away to the home of the lady of the silky curls. And of course the lady bf tho silky curls was delighted and sho and the young man bounded away like a gust of north wind. At least that's the way they went un, til they chanced to arrive at a street whereon glided a meek and humble street car. Then tho bargain Imme diately lost his appearance of sprlght llness. Ills head becamo lowered and he took a place beside the two street-eir horse. And then what do you think happened? Whenever tho conductor of that car would ring the bell the bar gain would stop stone still and never budge until the conductor gave the s'g ual to go ahead. And the bargain had found old friends In those street-car horses and was re luctant to lose his dear acquaintances. Terhaps the man wasn't ill-tempcredl And tho lady of the silky curls? Oh, she didn't mind It as much as tho young man did, for It seemed very funny, In deed, when she got a chance to laugh without the young man knowing any. hlug about it Chicago Rccor'L One Hundred Million of Staro. Let us see what richness of 6tellar distribution Is implied by this number of 100.000,000 of vlsiblo stars. It may be easily shown that the area of the whole sky In both hemispheres Is 41, 235 square degrees. This gives 2,424 stars to the square degree. The moon's apparent diameter being rrtightly over half a degree (31 minutes 5 seconds), the area of its disk Is about one-fifth of a square degree. The area of the whole star sphere is consequently about 200, 000 times the area of the full moon. A total of 100,000.000 of stars gives there fore 500 stars to ench space of sky equal In area to the full moon. This seems a large number, but star scattered even as thlckiy as this would appear at a considerable distance apart when viewed with a telescope of a high power. As tho area of tho moon's disk contains about 7G0 square minutes of axe, there would not be an average of even 1 star to each square minute. A pair of stars half a minute, or 30 sec onds apart, would form a very wldo double star, and with stars p!aced at even this distance the moon's disk Kould cover about 3,000, or six thiios e actual number visible In the largest telescopes. The Gentleman's M:in. 1no. . A Sagacious Tony. A ten-months' old pony has been trained to do many tricks by his youthful master, son of a farmer of Henderson, N. O. On being bidden he will walk up to any designated per son and shako hands and kiss him. Blindfold him and bury an articTo and ho will find it and paw it up. Ho will feign sickness, count articles of any specified number, tell by eelectioa of those displayed what articles he likes best, firo a pistol, and do many other Toadcrful things. Wo want tlnio to fly uatll spring comes, and then wo hope he will break leg. ill ! i 1 1! ..'--i-.'-'S.f i ,."..'1 ..- t-y-.Z-i,'
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