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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.
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