V
Rome now ha newspaper pub
lished entirely in Latin. It la ante to
ay few people write letters for Ha
editor to print.
The Inst Congress wasted a lot ol
time to good purpose, it seoma, after
all. Of 18,403 bills introduced in
both houses only 1457 became laws.
Jnpnn is the only country whose
foreign commerce has increased more
rapidly than that of the United States.
Ten years ago throe nations Orcat
Britain, France and Germany sur
passed ns in the volume of thoir ex
port trade. Hinco then tho United
Htntos has climbed from the fourth to
the (list pliice, and lends the world.
In science, as in everything elso,
Americans are forging their way to
the front. In the discovery of sate
lites, ns in nebula; and double stars,
American astronomers are uow lend
ing tlioir European brethren. Amer
icans have discovered two vntclites ol
Mars, tho fifth sat el it oof Jupitor, two
satolitns of Saturn aud more thnn 1000
new nebnbe. Swift alone has discov
ered more than 1000, and, if his life
be prolonged, the list may surpass
thnt of Herschel, while the wonderful
eyes of Rurnhnm have soparated hun
dreds of double stars.
The judge advocate-general of the
navy has rendered an opinion which
hns boeu indorsed by the department,
relative to the question of the staff
officers of the navy having a title of
rear-admiral while serving as chiefs of
the navy bureau. He has docided
thnt officers of the line, serving ns
chiefs of bnrenus, must be addressed
by their actunl titles in the line, not
withstanding the fact thnt they hnve
the rank of rear-admirnl while holding
an office as head of the bureau. Should
rear-admiral receive such an ap
pointment, he would, of course, re
ceive the full title of Lis position.
The stnte department has issued in
structions to its diplomatic agents
npon American citizenship. It says
the government does not discriminate
between the native and the natural
ized citizen; but that a naturalized
citizen who returns to the coun
try of his origin aud there resides,
without any tangible manifestation ol
an intention to return to the United
States, may therefore be generally
assumed to have lost the right to re
ceive the protection of the United
States. This declaration is well cal
culated to stop the process of acquir
ing 4sjPgJ'icau citizenship for the ul
terior purpose of fomenting trouble
Abroad.
They size np a man from all sides
over in England, and seem to think
it as important that he can play a good
band at whist or approach the putting
green iu proper form as that he can
negotiate treaties. Or peihnps they
believe the man that foozles bue kind
of an enterprise will be likely to bun-
gle another. A London paper sum
ming np Secretary White of the Amer
ican embassy, describes him a's inher-
iting money, keen on golf, well known
with the hounds, good at a story or a
bird on the wing, fine looking, and so
populur as to be generally known as
Harry in England or as 'Arry to his
American friends. Incidentally, it
mentions bis especial fitness for his
post; bnt it is as an all-round mau that
it primarily regards him.
In a recently published catalogue
of the postage stamps ot the world
are some interesting statistics. The
total number of nil known varietios
of postage stamps issued by all the
' ' gov nments of the world np to the
I ! at time is 13,811. Of this num
bo i 11 have been Issned in Grent
Britain, aud 8843 in the various Brit
ish colonies and protectorates, leaving
, 9837 for the rest of the world. Or,
dividing the totals among the conti
nents, Europe issued 8350, Asia 2571,
Africa 2320, America 4656,and Ooeauica
005, Taking the countries separately,
the most proliflo in stamps is the
United States, which leads the list
with 287, followed by (ouriously
enough) Spain with 278, Salvador 272,
and Uruguay and Shanghai with 215
each. Las Bela (Beluohistau), Poland,
Tierra del Fnego, and Wadhwan have
each found a solitary specimen suffice
for their postal needs, while Cordoba,
Crete, Formosa, Jhalnwar, and New
Hebrides have each been content with
pair. Two of the British oolonies
have issned mora varieties of stamps
than the mother country Victoria
with 174 aud Ceylon with 128. The
rarest stamps, consequently the most
expensive, are the two earliest stamps
of Mauritius, worth 85000 each, one
ot British Guiana of the same value,
tone of Hawaii appraised at $1000,
ne ot Rumania at 91500, and several
' of the United State at from 8500 tc
1250 evrjh.
THE SONQ OF
W are the masts of ships,
Nurtured for centuries
Htorm-wind and mountntn-broeze
Taught ns our harmonies,
Kissed us wltb mother lips.
Bee how the tender and stern
Heavens hare bidden us rise,
Crying, "behold the eyes
Ot stars In the faithful sklest
Lift up your heads nnd loaru 1"
Hear how tlin Run doth laugh,
"t'llmb ye thus, sons of mine?
flunk yo for things divine?
Yours Is the sunlight wlnni
Take of my wnrmth nnd ipuitT.
Cometh our !nrd, the Wind,
Prlnglng ns songs, nnd siiltnt
"Nnv, this Is naught but brenth
fltrivliiK nnd love nnd death,
ini-BU i luit, mr eeuiuui
Josephine
t THE TRAMP'S KISS. t
A wet. boisterous night. Along a
rain-sodden country road a man, with
his lint brim pulled forward over his
eyes, slowly plodded his wny. Ho
had left tho city more than two hours
before, nnd its lights hnd disappeared
with the oncoming of the storm.
lbe weary pedestrian suddenlv
paused nnd leaned on the knobbly
stick in his hand. No! ho was not
mistaken; tho light he had seen ema
nated from a cottage window a cot
tage that stood just off the turnpike.
Surely every henvt did not bent unre
sponsive to the cry of hunger and
cnarityl Surely he was not doomed
to die of starvation and fatigue in this,
a Christian land!
Tho grimy fl Hirers closed tightly
about the stick, nnd the starving mau
approached the door of the little cot
tage. The sound of voices reached
his ears as he stood for a moment ir
resolute. One was the deep, gruff
voice of a man, nnd the other was thut
of a woman. He knocked gently upon
the door. It was opened, and a stal
wart yeoman nppenred. The wayfarer's
eyes wandered from the cozy fire to
the repast on the table before it nnd
from thence to tho ruddy face above
him.
"Well, what d'ye want?" snapped
the cottager.
"A mouthful of food I'm starving,"
replied the wayfarer.
"Food, eli! thet's allays the cry,"
snarled the other. "Why don't yer
work fer it,same as Oi do? Ger away,
or Oi'll set the dog on yer!" and the
door was shut violently in the suppli
cant s luce.
A low moan escaped his lips, n't 1 !u
leaned heavily against the trelii .iork
before the door. When at hi i he
turned from the cottagonnd s.j.ight tho
open road a strange light had entered
bis sunken eyes the light of despera
tion madness! Wild, incoherent
words foil from his lips; an exultant
laugh gurgled in his throat. Hark!
What was that? Something was ap
proaching from behind.
Ah! that somethiug was a cyclist.
He could nee the small, trembling light
of the lamp and could hear the suck
ling sound of the tires on the wet
road. The starving wretoh stepped
back beneath the sba lowof a tree, ami
as the solitary cyclist drew near he
placed himself directly in his path.
"Great Hcott, my man! where the
dickens hnve you sprung from?" eac
nlnted the ridor, a young fellow, ns he
dropped lightly from his machine.
"It s a good iol) I was going easy; if
I hadn't either you or me, or both of
ns, would have been fitting subjects
for surgical research by this! ' and the
speaker gave his broad shoulders a
shake to dislodge the rain from his
torm cape.
"I wanted you to stop," snid the
other, his words comiug through his
set teeth.
"Indeed, and for what reason?" in
terrogated the cyclist, trying to see
the features of the last speaker.
"I I wnnt help," and the kuobbly
stick was lifted, undisoerned by the
cyolist, a few inches from the ground.
"Help, did you say? Then you're
on the road?' oh?"
"Call it that if you like, but I'm
starving!"
"Good henvens! Yes, now I sea
your face I don't doubt it! Hero, old
chap, for goodness sake go aud get
something to eat, and the young fel
low plunged his hand in his pocket.
Suddenly a thought seemed to strike
Dim.
"Bnt money would bo no nso to
yon," ho said; "you want food, nnd
you can't buy that any noarer than
the town. Stav,I know. I am on my
way to a house halt a mile further up
the road the house is called 'The
Hollies' you can't mistake it; thore
are two turrets; besides, anyone will
tell yoa which is Mr. Temploton's
house. I will ride on ah! I see yon
know Mr. Templeton; but yoa have
no occasion to be afraid of him. He's
a justice of the peaoe.I know, bnt he'
got a soft heart and if he hadn't, his
daughter has. Well, I'll just
spin along and Bee there's somethiug
ready for yoa to eat wuen von arrive.
The voting fellow had placed his
foot on the step of his bicycle to
mount wuen he felt the tramp s touch
ou lus shoulder.
"Well? you nuderstand me, didn't
"Yes, I understood you, but"
"iiut wuatr'
"Who is this Mr. Templeton whom
ynn just spoke about is it Robert
Templeton, the celebrated architeot?
"l'es."
"And in be related to yoa?"
A shade of annoyance crossed the
young fellow's f joa, but only for an
instant.
"N'o.not exaotly as yet," hereplied
wltu a lungu. "But I may be related
1 to him be'ore long - at least I hope so,
us a son-iu-iaw,;uu knov."
THE PINES.
"hardens that feared my blu
Everywhere men, below i
Dnnger and toll nnd woe,
Wonders ye may net know,
All these I saw and passed.
"Nay, but new melody
tiring 1 to greet your enrs.
Ye, without doubts or fears.
Not all in vnln lire the years
Lo, I behold the Hen!"
Long h nth It called to us
Here on our mountain-side,
l'atlent we wait, we bide.
Dreaming of waves and tide
Do they not murmur thusV
Musts of tho ship to be:
This Is the tryst wn keep.
Hearing the unseen deep:
And we answer in our sleep.
We shtlll lien ld inn Men:,
Preston l'enbody, la Youth' Companion.
"Ah! I had forgotten; he hns a
daughter."
The knobbly stick lay on tho ground
now, and its owner was trembling like
a leaf. With an ngilo spring tho cy
cli'it seated himself iu his saddle, nnd
ns his feet found tho pedals he looked
round ovor his shoulder.
"Don't forget,"said ho; "the bouse
with the turrets. I will vouch there
is a good, square meal awaiting you."
And witn that he rode away through
the drenching rain.
Robert Templeton, the world-famed
architect, sat in his study deep iu
thought. From some distant portion
of the old house the sound of a girl's
fresh, young voice.singing "Love's Old
Sweet Song," reached his ears. Sud
denly the song censed, nnd Robert
Templeton knew the dreaded moment
had arrived knew thnt Harold Frank
lin had called for his (Temploton's)
answer.
He had promised to give it thnt very
night thnt very hour nnd Franklin,
anxious lover that he was, had braved
the inclemency of that night to hear
thnt which meant either lifo lo.ng hap
piness for him or n dreary drag of
"stale, flat and unprofitable" existence.
Templeton rose from his chair aud
pan vl slowly nbont the room.
Tho story ho bad to tell Harold
Franklin win inevitable. How would
be receive thnt story? Would he, in
his great love for Clnrice, laugh the
deception to scoru; or would he hen))
contumoly upon the narrator's he.id
and leave the girl who loved him for
evor? No, banish tho latter thought!
Harold Franklin was a true English
gentleman not one of the soulless
creatures who sometimes pose as such
creatures of veueer nnd vapidity
but a man with a heart ns sound ns
one of the oaks of his native land; a
man who valued his fellow-creatures
for their true mind-worth aud not sole
ly ou account of their wealth of the
world's goods.
Half an hour passed, nnd Templeton
was still pacing about his stiwlv, when
a firm step approached, and a knock
sounded upon the door. Templeton
went across and threw it wide open.
His visitor was Harold Franklin.
Aud so you have come for my
answer, Harold? Bind the architect,
ufte" thoir formal greeting.
"les.str," replied the young fellow,
with n quick look in the other's face.
Templeton placed a chair for his
visitor nnd sat down facing him.
'lint where is Clarice? It it neces
sary she, toa, should hear what I have
to snv," he said.
"Clarice is acting the good Samar
itan to a poor fellow I met: o i t ie
ro.id," said Franklin. "Ho was faint
with hunger, so I presumed to invite
him to bite aud sup beneath your roof,
Mr, Templeton. I trust my presump
tion did not overstep the bounds of
my aaquaiutancesuip with y out self
You did perfectly right, Harold."
interposed the elder mau. "And
Clarice, yon say, is attending to the
poor fellow with hor own hands?"
"les,sir; sue preferred to do ho.
A few minutes later Clarice Temple
ton entered the room, aud both its
male occupants were surprised to see
her eyes were tearful.. "Yon have
been weeping, child?" said her father,
as she sank down ou the hastock at
his side.
l'es," Bhe. said softly; "it was
sotnitbing th it poor mau did an 1 said
when no was bidding me good night
nu.l thanking mo for the food I had
placed before him."
lioboi't Templeton was too much
engrossed with his own thoughts to
reply to what Clarice was saying.
".My child," he said, after a short
pause, "it is only right that yon
should hear what I am now about to
say. Tt is ouly right that the man
who desires to make you his wife.nud
who is here tonight for my answer,
should know your history und mine."
The young lovers gazed woudering
ly upon the speaker, aud their bauds
sought each other's instinctively. '
"History, sir! I scarcely under
stand you," said Frauklin. "1 know
already that you, the most illustrious
architect of the time, wore, in your
yon u ger days, far - poorer than you
now are. Have you not told me ofteu
that yonr early struggles were fraught
with privatiou? Your history, sir, is
one that redounds to vour credit."
"I do not refer to the struggles of
my youth, Harold; it is somethiug
else something which coucerus Clar
ice. It is this: Clurice is not my
daughter!"
The words were spoken at last.
"Not yonr daughter?" whispered
the girl, her face blanching deathly
pale.
"Sit down again, my child, and listen
to my story. It is an old story a
common theme for novelists, but true
iu my case:
"Two brothers fell in lovo with one
girl. Out of the brothers is studious
and aspiring; the other is wild and
careless. The girl chooses the one
who thought of tomorrow as a time of
pleasure and hated the plodding life
of industry. The brother who was
studious gunrdod his secret well;
none knew his lionrt wns rent with un
requited love. He smiled aud spoke
commonplace words to the woman
who had unconsciously broken his
heart; but in the solitude of the night
his thoughts would ever wander from
bis books to the dream that had beeu
shattered.
"He left his native town nnd settled
for a short time iu Manchester. One
dny he received word thnt the brother
who occupied the place be himself hnd
often dreamed to fill hnd been ar
rested on a charge of forgery. The
chnrgo wns well-founded, nnd eventual
ly ho was sentenced to 15 years' peual
servitude. '
"This was two years after his tnnr
ringe and one yenr nfter his child wns
born. His wife never recovered from
the shock, nnd when the husband hnd
served but one yenr of his imprison
ment she was laid to rest. I leached
her side a few hours before she died.
She begged that 1 would take enre ol
tho golden-haired prattler sho was
leaving behind -take enro of her until
ho had nerved bis period of imprison
ment. I promised, nnd when the
earth closed over tho body of her I
hnd loved 1 took the child awny the
child thnt resembled the mother so
much. Yon were thnt child, Clarice."
A silence fell on the ltttle group as
Templeton finished speaking, nnd the
golden bend of Clarice hnd drooped
forward until it found lest on the ar
chitect's knee.
"And whnt do you expect me to
sny, Mr. Templeton?" asked Frauklin
at length.
"I expect to hoar you say what your
heart prompts you to say."
"My heact prompts me to say thnt
nothing you have told me tonight has
altered my lovo for Clarice, and I re
peat again I love her ilcarlv, nud she
loves me; we ask your consent to our
marriage. "
"And I give it, Hnrold," said Tem
pleton. taking Franklin's hand and
wringing it. The young fellow stooped
and raised Clarice from h r dejected
altitude, kissed her streaming face, and
they passed slowly, side by side, from
the room.
An hour later the lovers stood at
the end of the wooded drive bidding
each other good night. The rain had
ceased falling.
"And to think, Hnrold, that I, who
have nhvays felt proud of my parent
age, should be so disillusioned; to
think thnt I am the daughter of a
felon!" nnd ns the words fell from
Clnrice Templeton's lips sho sought
to check the sobs that tilled her bosom.
Frauklin drew her throbbing form
closer to his side.
"Nay, sweetheart, lot not the news
trouble you so. You are not to blame
for what your father did, nud be.per
haps, by this is sorrowing for his past
cruelty nnd wickedness. However,
let us try to forget him nnd the past
and be happy iu our mutual love and
the golden days to come."
Engrossed nsthe lovers wpre.noither
of them were cognizant of the proxim
ity of a third person n man, who
crouched in tho shadow of the treps.
"Yes, forgot him nnd the past,"
murmured the Intter; "it is only right
thnt you should. As for him! "
nud the crouching figure stole softly
away.
"But tell nie, Clnrice," snid Frank
lin, "tell me the cause of the tears 1
saw in your eyes when you joined
your father (I shall always call him
such) aud me iu his study."
"It was the poor man the tramp
"He did not frighten you?" broke
in Franklin.
"Frighten me, Harold! No, some
thiug quite different. He said I re
minded him of one beloved a daugh
ter who is lost to him forever and
ard he asked me to to kiss him, Har
old." "And you did?" quoried Franklin,
smilingly.
"l'es, I couldn't reTnse. Besides,
he was au old man, you kuow,"
The following day there was found
iu a pool some miles away the dead
Isady of nu unknowu man. It was
the tramp. Tit-Rita.
llangkok, an Kaslern Venire,
Bangkok, Sinm, is variously called
by those people who revel in compar
isons, the "V'euiee of tha East" nnd
the "Constantinople of Asia;" iu the
first iustauca, because of the many
canals thnt run through the city, and
in the seooud, because of the hun
dreds of wretched aud owner less pa
riah dogs thut roam its streets with
impunity. There is much truth iu
both comparisons. Certainly, Bung
kok is the home of the gaunt and
ugly pariah dog, which spends its life
foraging aud gettiug just enough to
keep life iu its inaugy carcass, multi
plying meantime with the fecundity
of cats and a tropical clime, because
Buddhist's doctriue forbids its kill
ing. Outoast dogs' are not the only
pests whose multiplication in Bang
kok may be charged to Buddhism:
more noisy crows perch of au early
iuorniug on yonr window-casing aud
the tree immediately beyond it than
iu the space of a day hover near the
Towers of Silence at Bombay await
ing the pleasure of the vulture4 that
foed on the last earthly remaius ot
those who have died in the faith ot
the l'arsee. Harper's Weekly,
ISaineatlo Thrills,
"Have you ever experienced the ex
citement of beiug aroused from sleep
in a bouse at mgut when it was on
lire?"
"No, but I have several times gone
through the excitement upou my
wife's announcement of her belief that
the baby had swallowed her thimble,'
Chicago rvews.
CHILDREN'S COLUMN. '
When Teddy Smith.
Wheh Teddy Smith first put on pants
He felt so very grand
He wouldn't mind his mother,
Or he wouldn't hold ber hand.
But on the street he wnlked ahead,
And tried to whistle some,
lie thought perhaps he'd go to war,
And fire au awful gun.
lie wouldn't ride his hohliv-horse,
He called .lack Hpratt "a lib1"
He sat at meals In father's chair,
Aud scorned bis gingham bib.
His mother mustn't spread bis bread,
Nor nut thin us on his plate;
Bhe mustn't say, "No more, my dear!
No matter what be nte.
Hbe mustn't kiss him when he foil
And bumped him on the stones.
And she must snv, "Dear air," Just ns
Hhedld to Mr. Jones!
Bo hard to please this gentleman
His loving mother tried,
It quite enlarged bis dignity,
Aud swelled bis lofty pride.
And nil was brave, nnd nil wns well,
I'ntll that mother said,
At eight o'elock, "Of onnrse, dear sir,
You'll go nloue to bed!"
All, would yon have me sny what thon
BeMI the great big maul1
For It yon undertake to guest
1 hardly think you cnn.
He turned the corners of his mouth
Most fearfully awry.
He rubbed his grown-up fist awhile
Across his grown-up eye.
Then burying In his mother's lap
Both pride and manly Joy,
He said In just the littlest voice,
"I guess I'm Just n boy!"
Catharine Young Olen, In Youth's Com
panion. One Hoy's Success.
Wise men tell tin thnt one of the
secrets of success is determination of
character thnt will not be daunted by
repeutcd rohufls aud opposition. At
least one young mnn in Chicago has
learned by experience thnt persistence
pays. Only a few years ngo he wns a
messenger boy in one of the largest
wholesnle dry goods establishments In
the world, nnd certainly the largest in
Chicago. The boy determined that his
S'i a week salary was not enough, so
he complained to the head messenger.
"Why, I cnu't raise your wages; I
don't have anything to do with thnt,"
explained the head messenger.
"Well, who shall I go to?" asked
the boy. 1
"Try the head floormau," was the
reply.
The boy went to the head doorman
nnd made his wants knowu. The bend
doorman didn't care to be bothered
with the boy's affairs.no he remarked,
off-hand, "Oh, I guess you would
better see Mr. So-nnd-So," limning the
proprietor of the vast establishment.
But the bov was not daunted by the
knowledge thnt he was the least of
thousands of emnloyes whose names
even were probnb'y not known to the
proprietor. The first time he saw
thnt geutlemnn walking down the
great centre aisle of the main floor of
the building he stopped him aud asked
for a raiso in salary.
"How much are you ninkintr. my
boy?" asked the grent man. kindly.
"Throo dollars a week, sir," repliod
the boy.
"How old are vou?" was the next
question from the proprietor.
"Fourteen years," responded the
messonger.
"My son," said the great man, very
gravely, "when I wns your age I
didu't innke thnt much,"
"Well, sir, perhnps yon weren't
worth it then," replied the boy with
great earnestness.
The proprietor laughed in spite of
himself aud the boy wns given a better
position and more pay. Today he is
at tho head of one of the departments
in the grent store, and the story wan
told by ono who kuows him well.
Chicago Record.
Oddities of Shoemakers' M as.
One of the most apt illustrations
ever made by Lord Kelvin was his
likeniug the luminiferous ether to a
mass of shoemakers' wax. Whnt Lord
Kelvin snid of shoemnkers' wax may
be teste I by any boy in a maimer that
will astonish his playmates. First, let
it be said that the ether penetrates nil
space. It in as rigid as steel, nnd yet
so floxible thnt it does not rotnrd the
pussngo of planets through spnc in
the least. It is an iuvhible substance
which trnvols in waves through nil
things. Now, to illustrate the natuio
of such a paradoxical material Lord
Kelvin searched everywhere, nud at
Inst concluded that shoemakers' wax
represented it best. He made tests,
aud this is what he found:
He molted some wax in a common
glass tumbler. After it had hardened
he tried to thrust a lead pencil through
it. It v.ould not go. Then he placed
a coiu ou the surface ot the wax and
loft it for several dnyn. When he
again visited it the coin hnd sunk to
the bottom of the glass. The wax had
closed over it, nud by lifting the glass
aud looking through tho bottom he
could see the coin lying there. Had
the wax beeu us deep as a well the
coin would have gone on sinking un
til it reached the bottom. This proved
that the wax would conform only to
slow movements. If lie had tried to
in sh it too fust it would have resisted
lim.
An idea struck the sciontist. If the
wax acted like this ' toward the coin,
how would it treat au object which
floated? He accordingly placed a cork
in a tumbler nnd poured hut shoe
makers' wax upon it. The wax hard
ened, with the cork at the bottom.
Yet when Lord Kelvin looked at the
bottom of the glass iu a dny or two
he found the cork had disappeared.
It was somewhere iu the mjtsa of war,
and jirobably rising .very slowly, but
surely, toward tbytop. Sure enough,
alter a given period of time the cork
peeped above the surface of the hard
wax, and finally it rose to a point
where It remained half-imbedded in
the wax, just as it would have done in
a glass of wnter. It rose no higher
than this, however, and a corkscrew
probably would not have pulled it from
the wnx. Yet its own buoyancy hnd
rained it np from tha bottom through
what seemed an impenetrable mass
of wax.
This, in fact,' Is the -peculiarity of
shoemakers' wax that it resists all
sudden or quick movements, but is
highly suceptible to very slow and
prolonged pressure. If yon pressed a
llatiron hnrd down on a lump of wax
on a table it is probable yon would
make no impression on it, but if yon
left that iron resting ou the wnx for a
day or two yon would find the lump
flattened out under the iron. So
curious is this property of the wax
that tuning forks hnve been cast from
pieces of it. These forks were capable
of vibration, giving a musical note aud
being set going by vibrntion from
nnother tuning fork, yet when one of
them wns Inid ncross tho open mouth
of a jar it slowly collnpxed nnd fell in
to the jar iu a shapeless, sticky mnss.
Any boy mny perform these experi
ments, nnd the lesson iu physics to In
got therefrom is no less valuable 1 bail
the amusement which the perforiuuucd
atlords. Chicago Inter Ocean.
Moiart's Fight for Life.
After his travels nnd nrtistf
triumphs as a child, the great composes
Mozart retnrned to Oennany, ana nt
the age of twenty-three began bis reall
work. His strugglos with poverty
have never beeu half told.
Always pursued by the spectre of
wnnt, not always able to get medicines
for his sick wife, generous with whnt
he had to all In need, allowing himself 1
no indulgence or extravagance, he I
worked dny nnd night, pouring ont I
symphonies, operas nnd sonatas at
nn almost incredible rate. Presents
of watches, snulT boxes, and rings
were showered upon him, which be .
often had to pawn for a dinner. His
audience often carried him home on
their shoulders, when a good supper
would have been more welcome.
The score of the "Magic Flute," the
first German opera of grent merit, was
composed at the request of a Viennese
manager who paid a trifle for it, though
it enabled him to build a fine opera
house nud lay the foundation of a
grent fortune. At the time of Mozart's
death, when his half-crazed wife could
not pny for a coffin, this manager
rnshed -about Vienna with sentimental
tears for the loss to music, but would
not give her one krentzer for funeral
expenses.
Mozart's cheerfulness only deserted
him iu his lnnt few months. His wife
hnd been enabled by friends to go to
Baden for the waters. He was nloue,
when one night a mysterious stranger,
nil in grny, enme with nn orisr for
a requiem to be composed within a
mouth. Mozart felt thnt this was a
visitor from the other world, nnd thnt
the requiem would be his own. His
wife returned to find him working
with intense absorption over this
funeral mnss, sitting over it till he
swooned in his chnir. The mysterious
visitor afterword proved to ben noble
mnn who hnd lost his wife.
Now the mnsicnl world rang with
the fame of Mozart's Inst opera. The
dying mnn was offered the rich ap
pointment ot organist in St. Stephen's
cathedral. Flattering proposals from
many malingers flowed in too late.
At his funernl, iu St. Stephen's,
only five musicians were present, be
sides the priest nud the pallbearers.
Iu the rnin and shut, the little group
of mourners shivered under umbrellas
ns the hearse left the church door.
Evening was fast closing in when it
reached the graveyard of St. Marx,
where, among the "third clnss"
Moznrt was Inid to rest. The wenther
wns too much for the mourners, who
dropped off one by c-ne, till only the
drivor accompanied the body. The
grave digger and one old woman the
offlcinl mendicant of the place re
ceived him. Being told there were no'
monrnors, nnd this wns only a "band
master," she said, "Then I've no
morn money to look for today. Mu
siniuus are a poor lot. Better luck to
morrow." Then the coffin was dis
mounted, nnd shove 1 into the top of a
grave already occupied by two paupers-tor
this was the third pauper
funeral of thnt day. So lived nud
fought nnd died a child of genui-J
The New Voice.
A Clever Thief.
Budnpost, or one of its Biibnrbs.hns
one thief of whom the baft'ol police
force bnt for professional scruples
wo-Id ba really proud. A real estate
ngont, unable to rent for the winter
th suburban c dtage which ho had
occupied during the summer, locked
the gates and doors nud moved bnck
to Budapest. One dny not long ago
the city architect npproached him
with reference to the sole of his prop
erty, which was desire 1 ns a site for a
tmblio building. The agent named
hi price.
"But." snid the architect, "is not
thnt a little high for vacant property?"
"Vacant property! Bless yon man!
it isn't vacant. There's a brick cot
tage on it, nud a good one."
"Really," returned the other, "yon
are mistaken. I was there but yester
day, and there is no sign of n house
ou your land." The owuer investi
gated, nnd found that he was, iu fact,
no longer a householder. During the
tall a gang of bricklnyers hud ap
peared, demolished tho honso a task
that consumed nbont it week londod
it into carts and departed. Cor.o
spt.ndouce of Chicago Uttoi d.
The Ktoeptlon,
"Any man cnn become rich by per
soveiiug, 1 eifcistent eC'ort."
"I don't know; I've never yet run
non.ss n millionaire book agent."
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