ftolilrn-Rod. On tho har.y hill It blows In a splendor gny and dreamy, And tho twilight softly glows In Its texture rloh nnd crnnmjr. Bound It light as ether drifts When the qtmll begins to whittle, And tho ponslvo llght-wnve shifts All the sllvor of tho thistle. Little fnlry gln troe In the mdow gnyly waving, All tho landscape vividly With a flood of sunshine loving. Though It blows In summer-time, 'TIs the torch of gorgwous yellow That nhlnne In autumn's prime Sots the woodland brown nnd mellow. R. K. Munklttrlt-k In Harper's Wee THE ARTIST'S STORY. "I toll yon, Indies," declared hand some and cynical Wilton Robeley, the artist, "a fortune teller showed me the image of my wifo two year before I ever saw her in the flesh and thou sands of miles from the place I first net her." "You are the last man in the world whoso mind I would think obscured by the clouds of mysticism," replied the rich Mrs. Austyn, his friend and patron. "You have never shown any patience with the charlatans who pre tend to expose and expound the se crets that a wise Providence has or dained we should not fathom. And yet you are taxing our credulity with statement that would be marvelous if true." "I must insist upon my voracity in this instance," smiled the artist. "Now don't stop to argue.mamma," urged tho elder of the Austyn girls. "There is a atory in this, and after Mr. Robeley has told it yon can re claim him from the darkness of his superstitions and air your theories. Now do tell us all about it;"and three pretty sisters sighed their curiosity in chorus. "Just so, yon don't ask me to ex plain," said the artist with a quizzical look. "1 shall give yon the remark able facts and leave yon to wrestle with them. Eight years ago I was in Faris pursuing my studies, and lived the life of a Bohemian from choice, rather than from necessity. We fel lows held the responsibilities of lifo very lightly and laughed at all human phenomena that would not yield to the test of materialism. I was chief among the scoffers, and found bare faced fraud in everything from clair voyancy to the pioroing of tho future through the medium of tea grounds. "Then as now I occasionally broke entirely away from my ubuuI sur ronnniogs and was one day sauntering lone through Rue de Bouges. As I passed one of the most pretentious houses I was Htartled by a scream for help and dashed through the opeu doorway to find a woman battling with flames that with great leaps and flash es were consuming the white draper ies of what struck me as a consecrated altar out of place. Our combined efforts soon mastered the iuoipicnt conflagration. As the woman anoint ed my bands with some 'soothing lo tion I saw that she was as dark as a gypsy. Her hair rippled back from her forehead in waves of blue black, her eyes were brilliant in tho same deep coloring, and her strong, cveu teeth suggested polished ivory. Sho was an amazon in size, yet the sweep ing curves of beauty were such as to fascinate the artist whilo her motions were supple and graceful as those of a tiger. " 'You are a gentleman, and there is but one way iu which I can offer return for your services, she said as I turned to leave. Her voice was soft as the notes of a lute and her aooont gave unsuspected charms to my mother tongue. 'I wns born of royal blood iu India. Through study of the sacred Veilas and the pure doctrine of Karma I ut- tained the power of divination. Your people would classify me amoug for tune teller ; but I am poles apart from tho vulgar humbugs that trade upon . ignoranoe and superstitution. Prom' iae you will come tomorrow, for I am upset by this accident Then will be both your historian and' your prophet, I shall count on you, - m'senr.' "Though I mentally sneered at the woman's pretensions and lay awake halt the night assuring myself that I would never seek her out, I was at her door ten minutes before the ap pointed time next day. I will not describe the 'Inner Temple of Mys- ' teries' to whiob she conduoted me, but lu the weird effect of its hangings, mirrors, grotesque carvings and myth ical symbols it challenged the most hardened skepticism. Throwing the white light of golden lamp upon my face with a powerful refleotor, she generalised upon my past life as any shrewd judge of human, nature might do Than suddenly knitting bar brows and leaning closer she slowly spelled out 'Marcia Arnold.' " 'That is the name of the girl you will marry, 'she announced inadreamy voice, 'itnd there you see her.' "With that the lights faded to the dimness of deep twilight, and there followed the darkness of the dungeon. Opposite me as if in life was the image of the sweet and beautiful woman yon know as Mrs. Robeley. Never before had I been dominated by the tender passion, but thore I was fathoms deep in love with what might have been an enchanting illusion or a superb paint ing. So deeply was I impressed that after leaving in a bewildormont of doubt I sketched the magnificent creature so indelibly impressed upon my memory. "Eighteen months later I was in southern California enjoying tho medicinal virtues of the climate, and finding subjects in some of the delight ful scenery. One morning I had my easel at the edge of a woodod precipice overlooking a chnrming spread' of landscape. The velvet carpeting of grass and moss had failed to warn me of approaching footsteps, and when I turned it was tho startled movement caused by a half-suppressed scream. There were two ladies, tho elder anxiously supporting the younger, whose face was blanohed and whoso eyes were fastened upon me as though I were a terrifying apparation. It was the girl the Indian sorceress, had shown me in Paris; but what did she know of me? As she sank down under the weight of her emotions, I hastened to a near-by spring for wator, and when I returned her eyes were upon me in that same fixed and troubled look. 'What can be the matter, daughter? Yon have always been so strong and vigorous.' ' 'Is your name Henry Morton?' asked tho younger of me, without heed ing the mother's question. " 'It is Wilton Robeley,' I respond ed quietly. At that instant it flashed upon mo that iu a desire to conceal my identity I had given the name of Honry Morton to the fortuue toller. Then with the inspiration of an anx ious lover I nddod: 'But I have cousin of that name who bears a strik ing resamblanco to me.' "My immediate reward was a revival of strength and spirits on the part of the young lady. The mother intro duced herself nsMrs. Oilsen, and then said : 'Lucy, we had best get back to the bote!.' " 'Lucy Gilsen?' and yot it was her presonce that hud been oonjured up as my bride to be. She was the girl of my sketoli aud my dreams. The next day I called at the hotel to inquire after her. I called often. We walked, drove, paintod and boated together I came to know through tho intuition of love that she was not indifferent to . Ouo evening as we drifted lazily through the wator lilies she handed mo a sketch of myself and asked: 'Is that a picture of Henry Morton?' "It's porfict," I answered though dumfounded. A shadow of nngor crossed her face, and she was about to tear the picture to pieces when caught her hands and suddenly showed the reproduction of herself that I had made iu Paris. It was her turn to bo surprised, and whon I toid hor of my experience at the fortuue toller's on Rue de Bouges, giving her tho date, &he quickly exclaimed: " 'Why. I was there with Marcia Arnold. Mamma and I did Europe that soasou, and we two girls visited that Indian prinoess just for a lark That was where I saw Henry Morton whom I was told fate bud. decreed ns my future husband.' "Before wo rowed home it was all explained, and tho sequel of our strange experience was a happy mur riage. Tho dinky prophetess who had confused the uarao of the two girls was a cultivated fraud. It was all a trick of the mirrors, Indies." De troit Free Press. The Identification Needed. Mrp, William Maydeubauer of Seat tle, Wash., is a woman who diserves to go down to posterity s one with an admirable seuso of good humor. She became known to fume in the follow ing manner: One day she entered tho First National Bank and presented to tbeoashier, one Turner, a newoomer in the city, a properly drawn check. Mr. Turner demurred at paying it be cause be did not know her. He in formed her that she would have to bo identified. She lookod np, and dis covering that a stranger was waiting on her, remarked suoeinotly: "Well, sir, if any identifleation is necessary you are the one to be iden tified. I have lived here all my life and never saw you around here be fore." ' The cashier oashed the obeok. Bos ton Advertiser. Effective Matchmaking, An old custom was revived by the Nez Perces Indians and their visitors during the celebration on the last Fourth of July. The natives of the local tribe are very wealthy peoplo, and there are designing mothers among the aborigines as well as in the different classes of civilized society. The young bucks of the Nez Forces tribe are rogardod somewhat like the scions of royalty in matrimonial circles. The maidens from all visit ing tribes were brought to Lnpwai to find husbands. The oustoros of the tribos, which were revived for the oc casion, were more effective than tho Boston man's way. The marriageable maidens were by common accord quartered in a selected spot in the valley of the Lnpwai. At an appointed hour the young men who wanted wives to share their annuities, their homesteads and the affections of their hearts appeared in procession on the hallowed campground. The hour was midnight, and the scene was in a grove of trees made fragrant by the wild flowers, and every heart danoed to the muaio of the rippling waters. The young men marched forth, and one but candidates for matrimony joined the maroh. Thoy were dressed in their brightest colors, and esoh carried a white willow cane. As they appronohed the tents they chanted an Indian chorus that was doleful as the song of an owl, and kept time by beating upon the tents with their canes. The drumming wss deafening to the distant spectator and must have) been distracting to the waiting maidens in the tents. At last the singing and the drumming had the desired effect The maidens came forth, after a de lay just long enough to satisfy that universal passion of the mind of a woman to drive a lover mad with doubt There were more men than maidens; the former kept np the march and the music throughout; the maidens oonntermarohed on the line of the same cirole, each seleoting a husband from the line. The chosen ones hastened to follow the brides away into the darkness. The unfor tunate suitors were left to despair. Portland Oregonian. Longevity. Elijah Glenn has just passed his one hundredth birthday. He is oueof the thirteen survivors of the war of 1812, and is as cheerful as a cricket, with the prospect of many years ahead of him. Borne scientists tell us that it is pos sible for the average man to cover a century, and the wonder is that so few try the experiment. Most of us stum ble along through fifty or sixty years, carrying a load of rhoumatism and gout, while a slender minority are young at three soore, healthy at four score nnd ton, and not very old or very feeble when they pass the cen tury mile stone. Every country in Europe produces a goodly number of centenarians, but the crop is largest in Roumanin, where it is snid one man in every thousand celebrates his one hundredth birthday. One hundred and twenty-five years constitute an exceptional age, but even one hundred and fifty have in hcvernl instancos been reached, Tho nerves are what do the business for us, and we Amoricans wear our nerves on the outside, whore every blast irritates them. Worry makes us old, but how can one help worrying in a political campaign liko this. Borne time, perhaps, we shall take life moro easily, aud then we shall live without wear or tear, aud there fore live till we go to pieces liko Holmes' "one boss shay." Without doubt the ideal limit is a century and a half, but, as in all other instanoes, the ideal is hard to attain. New York World. A Old ns Noah. Mr. Reynolds is a bright and well preserved old goutloinan, but to his little granddaughter Mabel he seems vorv old indeed. She bad been sitting on his knee and looking; at him seri ously for a long time one day, when she asked suddenly : "Grandpa, were you in the ark?" "Why, no, my dear," gasped her as tonished grandparent Mabel's eyes grew large and round with astonishment. "Then, grandpa," she asked, "why weren't you drowned?" Bewilderment of grandparent London Answers. Origin of Colds. A noted physician says (in Popular Soienoe News) that instead of oolds coming from atmospberio changes people generally suppose, tuey gen erally originate by breathing impure air. Ninqty-nina peroent of what are termed oolds are - nothing more nor less than the poisoning of tho mucous membrane by bad air. "GATCI11NG." Most Agonizing Torture Ever Con ... ceived by Man, Innocent Persona Burled Alive In Fresh Plaster. Amorican lawmakers, judges and chief executives might learn many thing by studying the methods in vogno in Persia, For instance, they might learn how not to execute crim inals, and they might study the ad vantage, or lack of it of executing an innocent man as a wuruing to the guilty. Five men were recently buried alive in plaster of Paris in the province of Shirsz, Persia, as a warning to high way robbers who had been committing depredations on the road between Bit shire and Isfahan. Shortly after the murder of the Shah a succession of robberies occurred, and it was esti mated that property worth half a mil lion changed hands within a week. Almost every day travelers were stopped, robbed even of their clothes and then beaten with sticks. n. R. n. Ruhkn-ed-Dowleh, Gov ernor of Shiraz, conoluded that steps must be taken to stop the robberies. He oould not catch them, but he al ready had five men in prison for re fusing to pay taxes. He concluded to execute the five innocent tax-dodgers in order to frighten.the guilty high waymen. One of tho most horrible modes of execution in vogue in Persia is known is "Gatchlng. " A hole is dug in the ground to a depth of three or four feet A hollow pillar is erected above this. The victim is then placed in the bole and plaster of Paris poured in around him and water added. This mortar, known as gatcb, soon hardens, swells and obstructs the cir dilation of the blood. The suffering of the victim is awful words cannot picture it. Death does not afford a a welcome relief for hours and each minute the agony grows more in tense. A correspondent of the London Graphic witnessed the exeoution. Not knowing the fate in store for them the men walked to the place of execution without foar, surrounded by a howl ing mob. The mob was kept back from the torture place by a cordon of soldiers. "Thoy were taken into a high-walled garden, a guard being placed at tho entrance," writes the correspondent. 'aud iu a short time tho first to be exe cuted was brought out. Rouud his nook was a steel collar with a chain, which his guard bold tightly iu his hand. Some oue offered him a pitcher of water, from which he eagerly drank, and then, not knowing to what awful death ho was doomed, ho walked calm lv nnd without a word to bis woll. It took nearly au hour to fill tho well with gatch, during all which time the sticks of tho soldiers were iu use to keep the crowd from pressing too close aud hampering the movements of those employed with tho gntch. "Wbeu the gatch became solid and tightened on the poor prisoner, his yells were frightful to listen to, and as they were carried over the walled gnr dou, those waiting thuir turn realized that the death to wuiou they wore doomed, so fur from beiug the pain leas one they had hoped for, was iu stead of a terrible nature. Whon, three days later, I passed along the road, I found capitals hud been added to the pillars, covering the bead of the poor uieu, who had thus horribly been douo to dentil." The correspondent says that the Governorship of a state is held by tho ruuu who makes tho largest present to tho Shah. As the Governor collects tho taxes aud must forco the amount of this prosout from the peoplo as well m a substantial sum for himelf, the condition of tho people is pitiable. Unless they struggle to raise the amounts domanded they are liable to be thrown iuto prison or they may bo exeontod at the pleasure of the Gov ernor who has bought this offlco. Danger In Cutting Corns. At a reoeut meetiug of a county medical sooiety Dr.Sallinger reported a case of gangrene in a porson suffer ing from diabetes. The slightest in jury to the feet of individuals aftlioted with diabetes is liable to cause fatal gangrene, and suoh persons are espi oiully warned against allowing their oorns to be out or pared. Oxygen was used in this case with partial suo oi'i, but deuth finally resulted from a seoond injury. Home Queen, Germany had 29, TOO university stu' dents last term, the law studeuts out numbering those studying iu any other faculty, Railroad Men Superstitions. The belief of railroad men in ghosts is proverbial, but it is really strange to see how thoroughly tho su perstition pervados alt ranks and how firmly fixed it becomes in the minds of men," said Robert Iiiktcm, of Har risburg, Penn., nt the Ebbltt "Now, I am an old railroad man myself, yot it surprises mo at every turn to see how each section of railroad in the country has its own particular ghost story, which has entire credence with every man on the line. The Pittsburg branch of . the Baltimore aud Ohio, on which I traveled recently, has a curi ous legend with ft ghost attached. "It is the fixed belief of every man on the line, that whonever there is to be a fatal accident a spectre engine nppenrs on the track in the vicinity of its scone. The phantom engine al ways goes just ahead of the one from which it is seen, aud, so it is said, many nn engineer has reversed his lever in mortal fear of o collision, only to soe the engiuo ahead disappear when he has come to a full stop. Then the engineer becomes uneasy, for he knows, or thinks he knows, that some oue on the road is sure to meet with a sudden and violent death before long. He does not slot-p soundly un til he hears of a fatal accident. Then he again breathes freely, for he knows that the prophecy has been fulfilled, Washington Times. Indian Sizes I'p the Biker. The Western Indians, although not fond of work, do not approve of in Uolont whito men. The "heap good white man" in their estimation, is the white man who works hard ; and to sit by and watch him as he toils seems to afford them never-failing pleasure. Someyoung"warriors"of the Black- foot tribe sat in the shade one day, watching a group of laborers who were constructing a grade for a branch rail road in Montana. They were com mentiug upon the workmen and their work, when a bicyolist, the first that they had ever seen, came riding along the newly oompleted grade. He had got off the train at the last station and was going to the fort a little further on. The Indians watched the white man without a word until he passed beyond a knoll which hid him from view;then they expressed their seutimouts con corning him. 'No good white man," one re marked. No," answered another, with great scorn, "IIuhi) lazy whito mini sits down to walk I" Youth's Companion. A Remarkable Conscience. "I'll tell you the queerest thingyon ever heard, siml Chief .Dickinson o tho fire department the other (lay, "and it is a true story at that. In 18G1, towifrd the end of the war, I was at Fort Lincoln, at Washington, the leader of the baud of the 100th Ohio Regiment. The war wus hot, and, of course, we were all intensely interested in tho very latest wo could get about it. Newspapers wore scarce and when we managed to got hold of oue we re garded it as a treasure. "Ouo day I was fortunate enough to got hold of a oopy of the Philadelphia Inquirer, which contained a lot of war news. After I had read it I handed it around among the boys.aud finally loaned it to a man named Broy meier. Yestorday who should walk in to my officio but Brcymeier, who re turned the papor with thanks. Ha was looking over his old papers to get information to assist tho widow of au old comrade in getting a pension aud tan across the Inquirer. What do rou think of the oouscionoe of a man who would return a paper after all that time?" Clevolund Leader- Au Extraordinary Canary. Mr. Willot C. Durlaud of Union Hall street, Jamaica, is the owner of a canary possessing extraordinary vocul powers. It never tired of singing and was the admiration of all who heard it, until eight months ago, wbeu it suddenly aud for no apparent reason, became absolutely silent, uttering scarcely a chirrup lor days at a time. Mr. Durlaud at last tired of keeping a canary that did uot sing, and finding a young chip nie bird on tho lawu one day, he put it in the oage and let the canary go. About sundown that evening the canary returned and bopped about on the window sill, evidently making ploa to be reoeived baok iuto the fanv ily. This was too much for Mrs. Uur- land. She put the little creature baok in its cage, and the next morning the housohold was awakened by a flood of jovoitssoug. The oauary has been singing ever siuoe, and the Durlauds are sure it considers its beiug set free puuishmeut for its loug tilenoe aud that it is now trying to make amends. New York Reoorder. PEARLS OF THOl'UHT. Love suffers, but it never forsakos. The broader the way the moro it ii travelod. God waits to help every man who noeds help. Tho fatter tho pig, the better it '.ikes the mud. No grave can be made deep enough to hold the truth. The best pilot always steers his ship in dscp waters. What a subtle enemy to greatness is the newspaper portrait Keep praiso alive and there will be no lack of joy in the hoart It is a waste of breath for a preach er to preach bighor than he lives. The business of the preacher is not to dofoud the gospel, but to preach it Fight shy of the man who claims to be a Christian, but never pay his debts. No man has any mercy on bis own besetting sin, when he sees it in an other. There are times when standing still is a greater test of faith than going to the lion's don. The world has been robbed by the man who dies without leaving it bet, ter than he found it. The man who gets rich in a hurry generally becomes poor with the samo rapidity. Ram's Horn. A Woman's Rights Bird. One of the most interesting spe- oios of birds, says the London Daily Nows, is the rednecked phalarope, a beautiful bird, of which we see little in these islands, but wbiob is upon its native heath in the arctio regions of America. It is especially remarkable because, as rarely happens among bird, the female is larger and more brightly colored than her mate. And it is the hen bird that does all the counting. "The male,' says Mr. El liot "Is as coy and retiring as the i mont bashful maiden, turning away from the proffered attoutious, first to this side, then to that even flying to the opposite side of tho pool, or to anpther near by ; but all in vain, for hp is followed by the fuironewho has chosen him from his fellows, and there in no escape. At last, like any other poor bachelor so boset, he yields, and tho nest a slight structure of dry stalks, is placed in the center of a thick tuft of grass. Theeggs are fonr iu number. Ou these the poor male, a victim to woman's rights, is obliged to sit the groator part of the time, the femalo amusing herself ou the pool near by." Pat's Two R?asons. Thore is an Irish porter employed in a large commission house in New York, one of the kind that will make a witty reply to any sort of question. De is very fond of expressing his views in general, and has great admiration of his arguments. If he fails to got a listeuer be will talk to himself in lieu of something better. A member of the firm being annoyed one day at his oonstant muttering, whioh he was un fortunate enough to hear, sent for- him. 'See here, Put., did it ever occur to you that your oonstant talk and muttering is a grout aunoyanoe to people who happen to be sronnd? Why ou earth do you chatter away to yourself, anyhow?" "Shure I have two rensons for Join that." "Two reasons! Well, what are thoy?" "Ono of them is thatlloiko ter talk to a sinsibla man, and tho othor is that 1 loike ter hunt a sinsible man talk." Harper's Round Table. His Blunder. A former minister to the United States from, Argentina found great difficulty in learning the English lan guage. "I make often many meestake, he said, "when I apeak Americano, I make bad blunder the last time I am received at the White House. A beau tiful ladee tell me something whiob happened in your civil war. She say aba see it Now, I think to inyaelt I will be polite and make the senora grand compliment ' 'It is impossible that you see it, madam,' I say. 'You must have been born many, many years before the war. 1 "AU the time," he added, "I meant after tho war. But I made a meestake. I say before. No, the ladee was not plessed. See felt much contempt" Washington Star. Wagner's violin teacher, Robert Sipp, who is now uiuety years of age, was present at this summer' per formances at Bayreuth. V.
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