THE UN REMEMBERED DEAD. BY MRS. NAPOLEON B. MOIIANQH, Thfty livod, tboy Buffered. "''B we know, Yet see bow vacant >• keir placos. Wliore are t bey now Whore did they go ? Those yearning, anxinus buman faceß. They must have loved the sweets of earth, Have loved what wo now lovo and treasure; They must have iiad their tasto of mirth, Tboir fill of J'ftin, their scanty pleasure. Wliv. then, is all so shadowy, So* dreamlike and so silent here? There should be left sonic memory. However faint—some vestige dear. Here once, like tin, they hailed the dawn ; Their children must, have- gamboled Lore. And yet how heedless life goes on, Without a pause, without a tear. They wore our kindred souls, and though They left behind n< trace of glory, Btill something of their lives we know— Our beutiug hearts toll us their story. Phantoms 1 Are there no Phantoms here, Spirits of the Forgot ten Dead Yes, there are Phantoms everywhere— Shapes that we dream, not specters dread. We cherish life—wo would not die; Wo long to live in unwary still; We dread Oblivion-this is why With ghosts wo people vale and hilf. NEW YORK CITY. FATHER AM) 1. BY MANDA L. CROCK Kit. I had ridden all day, and now, at sundown, I found myself in an isolated spot, without any prospect of a decent night's lodging. No sign of a habitation could I see, as I peered this side and that in the dusky shadows—nothing but hilly, sparsely timbered country, as far as the eye might discern. I had started sonic six weeks pre vious for the cheap lauds in the West, intending to purchase a home with the little allowance L possessed. I had been rather unfortunate all my life. AY hen a mere child, my father went to the frontier, and my mother, after hav ing looked in vain for word from him for a year or more, concluded that tin; Indians had murdered him- they at that time being in a state of hostility —and, gathering her little all about her, went back to Now York, broken hearted and disconsolate. In a few months after her arrival slio sank into , the grave, leaving me a penniless or- j plum. A gentleman of her acquaintance adopted nie and removed me, with his family, to Indiana, before the grass 1 grew green on my mother's grave, and thus hurried me away from all 1 held dear on earth, and many were the bit ter tears slied in the deep woods of Hoosierdom in memory of the lonely grave near CJtioa. Nevertheless, when I became of age I remembered, in looking over the past, that I had had a kind father in my foster-parent, and when he gave me quite a little sum and a sprightly pony, saying, "Go West, Clifford, and get rich," I started at onco. As a sequel, at the close of a cold, raw November day, I found myself toiling over a winding, isolated road, bound for somewhere, I hardly knew where. Dismounting, I slipped the rein over my arm and concluded to walk down the rocky declivity before me; as 1 proceeded slowly, wondering where 1 might camp out for the night, I came suddenly on an old man, with a bundle on his back, at a turn in the road. Ho looked up with a quiet "Good evening," and turned aside to let mo | pass. "Could you tell me," I said, j "where I might liud a shelter for the ! nii/ht?" "MY HEART SOFTENED TOWARD THE OLD MAN AS IIE SAT THOUGHTFULLY LOOKING INTO THE FIRE." lie looked at me again steadily for a moment, then, without answering my question, asked cautiously where I hailed from. "From Indiana," I replied. "I am hunting a fortune in the great "West, and I rather think 1 have struck a poor section to-day." "I guess ye have, sir; but just be yond these hills lies a beautiful strip of farming land," 110 said. "As to your stopping for the night," he continued, shifting his bundle a lit tle, "if you're not over particular as to 'commodations, why, I reckon you can bunk with me; and your nag can do very well in the slied with a bunch o' fodder. 'Tain't the finest in the world, stranger, but it is the best 1 know of, 'uless you go ten miles further up the creek." "I shall be very thankful for your hospitality," I said; and we trudged on together in the gathering night, until we came to another road branching off into the scattered timber. "I live up here a ways," lie remarked, turning abruptly into tho dimly out lined w ay. A quarter of a mile further 011 and we came to his domicile. "Here's where I stay," ho said, opening the door to a rude log hut which seemed to have grown into the side of a hill. On entering I found it quite com fortable on the inside, despite the un promising exterior. "Now rest your self," lie said, putting down his bundle and striking a light, "while 1 give your nag a bite under the shed." With this the old man laughed a little, as 11 sort of apology, I thought., and disappeared outside. I sat thinking. Somehow I rather liked his looks. Not so very old. 110 seemed cheerful, notwithstanding his gloomy surroundings, and J wondered why lie was here alone. "Wife is dead," I thought, looking about me around the plainly furnished, one roomed abode. "Maybe a confirmed old bachelor, or- a notorious character billing fro m justice, and 0110 who in tends finishing me for his own aggran dizement," whispered afi evil genius in my ear. This suggestion made me siuver and I sat revolving it in my mind until it seemed the most natural thing in the world, and by the time he returned I was in good trim to watch every move ment of the unususpecting old man as IK; busied himself about tho evening meal. " A short nag is soon curried," he said with a smile, arranging the corn bread, bacon and coffee oil the table. I was somewhat taken aback, however —in the evil prompting considerably—- when mine host of tlie cabin bowed his head reverently and asked God's bles sing on the frugal repast. " Well!" I thought, " he surely isn't : an escaped convict, unless lie hasfirc uented here among the hills." And trnlj it seemed to me, just then, a fitting locality for repentance of the; deepest kind. " What might your namo be ? " he asked, as In; handed me the second cup of coffee. When I told him, lie gave a little start and eyed me curiously for a mo- i ment, before ho settled hack into his former quiet demeanor, hut said noth- I ing. After the repast he took a pipe from ' the shelf and asked mo if I smoked. Upon my replying that 1 did not. he tilled the corn-cob invention with homo- j made twist and sat down to enjoy a j whiff by himself. " I don't use tobacco much" he said apologetically : " but I generally smoke afore 1 go to bed, a pipe or so; it kind i of drowns trouble." " Then you have had trouble?" I ' asked. " Yes, young man, a great deal of i sorrow, though youngsters can't under stand it by the telling," ho replied, with a sigh. My heart softened toward the old man as lie sat thoughtfully looking into the lire, while the light dauecd over his long, gray beard. 1 had a great curiosity to find out move of his history; hut he revealed nothing move, and, as I was fatigued with the journey of the day, I was ready to retire. "You can sleep with me, or bunk on the settee," he said, at bedtime. I pre ferred to sleep alone, and forthwith lie drew from a great red chest in the cor ner of tin; room a couple of heavy com fortables and proceeded to make; up a lied for his guest ou the aforesaid "set lee " I forgot my suspicions as I rolled up in my impromptu couch and dozed off to restful repose. How long I slept I know not; hut I was awakened suddenly by some one's breath in my face. A chill of horror ran through my reins. Was he going to kill me? L>, that I had taken warning of my intui tion of the early evening 1 Perhaps he meant to see, only, if 1 was asleep, so that ho might ransack my luggage. T. kept quiet as possible while tlie old fellow reconnoitered. He touched my forehead presently; gently ami can iously at first ; hut when he supposed I still slept, he ran his lin gers along over my left temple care fully several times, as if searching foi something. 1 fully expected to feel the cold steel plunged into my unfor tunate head each minute; but it seemed ages to me that the old man bent over me in absolute silence. L could hear the wind whistling with out, and now and then the rain on tlie narrow window; and, too. I could hear the suppressed breathing of the old man as lie, proceeding with his strange vigil, knelt by my side. I could see, tlirongh lialf-open eve- lids, tho aged head betiding lower, un til presently the withered lips were pressed to my brow, and a tear fell 011 my upturned face. I could stand it no longer. Thinking that, perhaps, I had lodged after all with some crazed old being, I opened my eyes and moved my hands as if waking from deep slumber. "My son!" he said, softly and ten derly, looking into my wide-open eves. There was something in the voice and fervency of tone and manner that made iny blood tingle and my heart throb faster. J sat up and gazed at the bright, happy face of mine host. "Your son?" I queried, a strange feel ing of conviction taking possession of me. "Yes," he replied, taking my hands in a warm, trembling clasp. 4 You are my long-lost Harry—my dear little son!" "Am IV" I asked, in a bewildered way; "I feel that 1 must be." "Yes," continued he; "when I came in from feeding your pony I thought you resembled my boy, as I romom bered him, a great deal. That was | why I asked you your name, and when ; you answered me, 'Harry Clifford,' 1 j sure of it ; but I didn't want to make ! a mistake, so after you were asleep I • ran my lingers over your temples to | find a sear I was sure you must still carry. You got it by'being terribly hurt once with a stone, 1 remember And the scar is right here; I s'poso you've noticed it often," and the hand went up again to my temple and touched a small calloused spot which 1 had often taken notice of. "Yes," 1 exclaimed; "I remember the fall over the rocks at Tully, father." At this he broke down and wept in my arms for some minutes. It is need -1 less to say that I, too, shed tears. Thus, in that lonely syot, in the cheerless, cold autumn night, the aged man found his son whom ho had mourned as dead for years; and 1 had found my father. I "They told me you were both dead," I he said, "when I got away from tho In ' dian# that took me captive; and when I couldn't find a trace of either of von j t came West again and lived ulone." | After pausing to wipe invav the glittering tears, he continued: "I've s I good piece of farming land, Harry, f | few miles further on; a man is renting ! it now, as I'm not able to work much, j and to I live up here alone. I could ' live with them, I suppose," lie said, j presently, "but I'd rather not. "Hut." and his old face brightened wonderfully in the dim firelight, "the man's time is out in the spring and ho wants to go South; so well go over and j manage the farm, won't we, Harry?" j And I, more bewildered than ever, and overcome with happiness and good fortune, murmured, "Yes, father." Well, we did go over to manage tho farm: and I invested my means iu im provements, so that we now are getting 1 along finely. That old gentleman sitting there on the porch is my father, whose story you've heard in part; and that lady Hitting about tho house in there is my wife. Happy? Oh, yes; we are very happy in our cozy Western home; and I often look at father and remember the old man with a bundle who seemed so willing that I should lodge with him. Wood in Her Stomach. A case which is likely to attract the profound attention of the medical minds of the State has been developed < in Burlington, Ala. Mrs. J. J. Murphy, the wife of a | laborer, died recently after a short ill ness of some disease of the stomach, ; the nature of which physicians were unable to determine. After her death Dr. Steves, who liad been her attend ing physician for two weeks prior to her death, obtained the consent of tho dead woman's husband to make an au topsy, to ascertain tho disease from the effects of which she died. lie ac cordingly opened the stomach and found most surprising conditions. On fucii muo mere was a mass ot lihrous matter, and on tho right side a largo rag w as wrapped up in the fibrous 111a | terial. Dr. Steves removed tho entire stom l acli from the body and mado a close examination. It was ascertained that | the libers were of wood. The mass as taken from the stomach was then . weighed and tipped the beam at ex actly tw o pounds. Then tho question ! arose, how did so much wood got into the woman's stomach, and how long j had it been there before death ensued? I Mrs. Murphy, two weeks before her demise, summoned Dr. Steves and j complained of the most excruciating | pain in Iter stomach. She said she had , been suffering from these pains for 1 years, and she was at a loss to know j what they were attributable to. She 1 mentioned incidentally that she liad j been a great snuff-dipper for many years. Dr. Steves made an examina tion, but could discover 110 symptoms of disease, and told her so. He ad ministered some medicine, thinking it would give relief, but it did not have the desired effect. Tho woman soon began to get worse, I and about a week ago began to sink. | Dr. Steves called in Dr. Davis, and | tlie two liad a consultation and made another full examination, but could not discover the nature of her trouble. An operation was discussed, but tho lady was so weak that the chances were that site would die under the kuife, and this liad to be dropped. The plivsi eians did all they could for her, but to 110 avail, and Wednesday afternoon, about 2:110 o'clock, she died. The only reasonable theory that can account for the appearance of tlie two pounds of wood in the stomach is that it various times Mrs. Murphy swal lowed small pieces of her snuff-brushes, and tho mass was tho accumulation of years. The presence of tho rag amid tho wood cannot bo accounted for. It j tvas two or three feet long, and closely j imbedded in tlie wood. Hear Shooting in India. I was once present at a great fair at the capital town of a province in India. While at its height a bear was viewed on the neighboring hillside. I hurried ' up with my ritlo and shot him from above between the shoulders, but, in- ! stead of dropping, bo rushed headlong into tho middle of the fair and squatted i in a bush. The people foolishly crowd ed round and so prevented my getting a shot. Presently ho rushed forth, and, passiug a grain dealer's shop, he gavo tho owner a slap on tho lace and passed on, but that slap took out a scrni circle of his jaw with seven tenth attache*l! The man's nerves wore so littlo affected that he presently ho d up tho piece of jaw with pride for our inspection when we visited him in the hospital, and he was at liis work again in a four days. The bear was soon dispatched after ho left tho poor grain dealer. Though tho deadly wound I gavo the bear failed to - stop him, 1 was more fortunate with - another bear which I got a shot, at going 3 at full gallop, and 1 rolled him over 1 with one shot, so that he never moved again, lie was a big 0110, but doubled r up just like a rabbit. Stalking bears is [ just a trifle tame, as they are so easily 1 approached ami a I lord so largo a mark; (• but driving them is more exciting. There is all tho oxcitomont of noise and numbers, and it is more ditlicult, of course, to hit thorn. In the Himalayas . wo liad some wonderful spots for bear t driving In one drive ten bears were j secured. A quaint old planter usod to join iu those battues. He had a perfect armory of guns ami rifles, but none of them 'modern or precise. Ho usod to take his blacksmith out with him, who 1 would, on* the spot, adjust tho bullets to the required gauge, and hammer * them homo when a tight lit! Ilis mauy and erratic weapons caused us moro anxiety than tho bears. Ho bad away of claiming as his trophies all that wore ' shot. Ho could not tell. I suppose, what he liad not hit! —J Murray's Maga zine. Tiik most striking figure, physically (peaking, at the recent workingmen's longresss in Paris, says tlio London Jfcar, was that of Amilcaro Cipriani. Cipriani was born nt Hiinini in 1S 1 1. Nominally, he is a jounia'ist. Actually, tio is a fighter. A Socialist since ho was 3fto on yours old, 110 has for thirty years fought and snlforcd. Twice ho has been wndomncd to death; once to New ('alo lonia for lilo a dually ten years; to twenty-five years' bard labor in Italy.— actually eigfit (chained to a log), lie was delivered from this last by the persistence tho Italian people, who nine times elected him Deputy. To defend his peop'o against tho triple alliance of iiussin, Germany, Austria, on tho one hand, and against Boulangism 011 the othor, (Jipriana has started a Universal Federation of tho people a movoment lhat has already spread widoly in Italy, France, Spain and Portugal. Ho is a giant in physique, but with a beautiful tenderness of ir. inner, llis eyes, hair and heard are black, and tho two last are graying here and there. He speaks French perfectly, and with great energy and the. f \ SEARCH OF A TITLE. HILL NYE ON TilK TRACK OF A CIIEVA -1.1 Kit OK I'I!!JF1X. Ho May Ho Exalted t Nobility, Wlille liuKi{U};olu)iH Knight Will Huvo Throe Meals a Way Tho ttentlo William's Modesty Suffers a Sorer© Shook. SSffI)ST7 llA ?t CE is eotlinß r dusty outside the city, for some time, and Irak' ' Un " '''' l . armors aro hopoful and green peas ot Paris if l:o could get 1 it w lii lT of thorn. Tho ~ Hod potutoos aro also justly celobrutod. I happened to bo up lato ono ovening on my way homo from a visit to a friond who la ill. and I saw an odd sight: coming in from llio country on a certain 1 cad and passing down by tho Arc do Triompho, there was an almost ondloss procossion ol ! largo, two-wheeled covered carts drawn by Norman stallions and drivon by tho bluo frocked tanners of Franco. Those carts contained tho vegetables for tho Parisian market, and woro drivon In at midnight be causo it was cool and tlioy would thus bo on hand fresh at daylight. Tho Norman stallion occurs froquontly horo. patiently drawing huge loads or plod ding along his weary way to or from hl-t toil, with feet that jar tho principalities of Europe. They are generally attached to the omnibuses and tram cars also, and three big white horses of this variety abreast, going like Hon Hur's beautiful steeds in tho chariot raco, aro worth seeing. It is not an odd sight l.ero to seo a peas ant's wifo or widow or daughter driving in from tho country with ono of those enor mous dappled, neighing horses, and not the slightest particle worried or nervous about It. I inw a pretty French girl of twenty on a load of hay yesterday driving two horsos tandem, eithor of which would huvo weighed a ton. Bhe spoko to them as you would to a canary, and whistled th- m in the most light-hearted way. although their strength was like that of a locomotivo and their heavy baritone voieos shook tho earth. I am on the track of a title which I can get NYE BARGAINING FOR A TITLE. hold of if I wait a week or two. at a rod llgure sale, lam quite euro. It Is owned by . a ohova ier who is stopping, baggageless. I near mo in Paris, and who has intimated to j mo that it is only a matter of a few days 1 bolorc it will bo the Seine or tho sale of his nobility, 1 have boon dickering with him a little already, and suggesting that to avoid publicity he might make n trado with me. 1 and 110 ono would know anything about it. 1 I could put the title in my insido pocket, lie could take my vulgar American money, and all would bo well. I could go homo as the Chevalier do Nye and 110 could have throe j meals a day, which lie docs not have now. Not long ago I met a "younger son" who I was on his way to America to get free board at a seaside hotel. Possibly tho reader has already heard of such a scheme, but this was the llrst I had known of it. Tho idoa, ho said, was to tnko over to tho American scu shlo resorts a hundred or more hungry sons of the nobility, pay their passage, and ■ board them at the hotels for the benefit of tho American girl, who swarms at the sca -1 side and yearns for the blue-blooded os ; cort. In fact, she pines for most any kind of oscort, for tho small number of full grown men who dawdle away their sum mers at tho seashore makos It mighty disa greeable lor tho girls who do not like pretty littlo putty-heads very well. So to give /.est to seaside life, and to 1111 tho hotels ; with good clothes and tho ofllce wealth, also to make life miserable for the small, j imitation Englishmen of our own country I who violate the statutes nvory timo they get up in tho morning and put on men's j clothos. thoso poor younger sons aro to bo. or huvo boon already, shipped to certain I hotels, whero they will only huvo to oat THE NOBLE YOUNGSTER LAYS SIEGE. I their meals, daneo a little, batho still loss, and draw tho days away, j llow does that sti ike you. gentle reader? I How does that impress you. sensible, level -1 beaded American girVsV Aro you proud of , It? Certainly not. You do not care. 1 am sure, to buy this sort of glory with tho money of your father, ir you are tho stylo I : take you to bo. If your ancestors shod their good blood for freedom, and later on your fulhor* and brothers fought to save tho republic, you are not going now to make 1 their heroism a laughing stock to all na t ons, are you ? Ido not think it of you. 1 As the American institutions are all on a 1 big scale, so the American snob is tho big ! gost snob in the world, and 1 apponl to the 1 American girl to scorn righteously, at all ; limes, anything of tho kind. Our inde pendence OOH too much to swap it for tho empty scalp of an oM lloe-bitten title with n mortgage on It. I would rather be the four ] loss and free American girl holding my head up all my lib* than an 111-treated. I cringing, and scandalised duchoss, and It is better to be a cone-ergo in tho house of 1 the American than t. occupy the bridal chamber in a malarial castle where the plumbing is poor. ! Iw.nt to a well-known and very 0010-1 1 brntod place of amusement the other evon ! ing. feeling sure that all would be proper and nice. There was a good doul which • was pleasing and entertaining, even though I did not know what, was being said or sung. Tho acting was excellent, and tho costumes and stage setting beautiful. | About tho lourth number 011 the pro : gramme, however. I saw that I hud been j deceived by somebody. Two young ladies and two young gentlemen of Paris came out and proceeded to dance a now style of i (lance. At lea t I never danced that way. ! It was not like tho dance nt tho Patriarchs' | balls, nor tho war dance of the gory Sioux. but I will never go there any more to see it. j The dance begun very quietly. Tho men were in evening dress, with crush hats, and looked as if they might pas* tho plate on Sundays. Tho giris looked pious, also, and their clothes were really a groat deal more i quiet and homelike than some 1 saw at tho j American Minister's tho other evening. I Hut after awhile the music seemed to make tho dancers more irisky. and they j began to improvise and introduce novel- I ties. Noveltios in dress, tor lnstuuce. Also novelties iu calisthenics. A Qlurgytutiq near me, who is here on a vacation, stoou up. I told him to sit down or I would in jure him with my umbrella. Ho reluctantly sat down. I watched tho dance with great Interest because I um going to introduce it to the attention of tho four hundred when I roturn to America. The gentlemen chasod up and back, and then crossod over. The ladies did so. too. Then tho gentlemen threw their feet at the center of the sky. The ladies did tho sarao. It was so odd and so shocking that I could not, at once, sum mon tho couruge to go away. I wondered what my family would say if they know about It. Wo are a very proper fam ily. Wo come from the old puritanical stock whose only relaxation was prayor. And I could not help thinking that if my uncestors could have been there they would have shuddered two or three times HOLDS UP HIS HANDS IN HOLY HORROR. in rapid succession, inon tney wouia nave, 110 doubt, remained. Every little while now flguros, in lace, and new designs, on tho beholder, were Intro duced. 1 need not describe tho dance fully, for those who have soon it will re member it, and those who have not will slyly go to see it when they go to Paris. From the can-can to tho morgue is a rapid change, but I will just allude to the latter incidentally and then close this let tor. I wont not so much out of curiosity this time, but because I had hoard of an American's disappearance and feared that he had gone to the Seine, tho last and sad dest of all places, to seek relief from tho slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Ho was not at the morgue, howevor. There wore four people there represent ing four dilTerent phases of life. Tho first Was an old lady. Her gray hair was de cently put back Irom hor peaceful brow and her bosket was in her lap. (Quietly she ignored tho earnest, startled and horrillod looks of the eager procossion outsido the gla-s. Her rest had come at last. Possi bly a worthless and heartless son came to seo who was there. Possibly she was some body's ill-treated mother-in-law. for the mother-in-law is not encouraged as she ought to be, even ill I ranee. Then caino a middle-aged man whose hands were marked with toil, llis face was as calin as the skies 011 a summer night. There was nothing terrible about it, for ho looked like one who "wrans the drapery of his couch about him and lios down topleas nnt dreams." Then came a young man with a cap. Ills clothos were as lie wore them and his face was not distorted. Tho ghastly flshorman of the Home, like the prowler on tho Thames so graphically described by Dickons in "Our Mutual Friend," hud lound tho boy the night hoforo, aud hud slightly torn tho bosom of his shirt in lifting him to tho sur face. but he was past annoyance over a lit tle thing like that, and his rest was undis turbed oven in tho face of tho multitude, and, like Htocrforth, 110 lay with his arm beiioath his hcud as he had done at school. Then canto a young girl. I could not help thinking of tho Halt way mystory as I saw iter tliero. No one know Iter, but every ono pushed toward that part of tho morgue to see her face and wondor who she might be. 'Jhe crimp had gone irom hor Tair hair and tho light had gone front her gray eyes, but the man who helped to make this picture in tho old, grim morgue probably snaps his littgors at the fates and drinks his a sintho with his friends. He is wolcomo to tho joy he lies, llcr own poacoful slumber Is better. Tho Parisian morgue is not horrible. To 1110 it is a history of humanity. In it you may road the last chapter of a life and con jecture what tho othor chapters wore. Ide not go tlioro to sec horrors, but to seo the last tableau and judgo as well as I may what the others were betore it and what led to all this. There is ono foaturo of tho Champs Klysoes which has not been heretofore ro forred to that I know of, and so I speak of It horo. It is tho array of wot nursos undoi the troos nil tho wav up to tho arc. I refer to it bocauso a New York la ly called mv attention to it to-day. and so it is proper. They aro all large, robust women, and af the gorgeous equipages pass by, filled with pomp, pride, and circumstance, those vig orous nurses oarn their salurv by looking at the procession. It would bo very strange anywhere but in Franco. Hero everything which is ner-ossary and sensible is correct. False modesty and foolish, mawkish fear of certain things aro not notic.*ablo. This is a good thing to remember and consider. These nurses are gonorally middle-aged and very healthy, otherwise they would not be employed. They take the little Fronch scions out under tho trees of tho Champs Klysoes at ovening time, and tho littlo liourbons may bo soon there till dark tak ing their meals as the crowds roll by. Family Pride. If people who aro troubled with tha* form of egotism which they are. self flattered into believing is "family pride" would catch hold of the idea that in this republican country every tub stands 011 its own bottom, and that nobody can disgrace them except them selves, they would escape much misery. The sad case of the three ladies in Washington, belonging to "one of the oldest families in tho District," who have gone insane as tho result of brooding in private over the shocks to their pride, illustrates the folly of this tendency. Ono of their troubles was duo to the fact that a half brother con tracted a marriage some years ago which was kept secret for several months, the wife being known during the time by Iter maiden name. An other brother, a ne'er-do-well, "ac cepted n position" as marker in a bill iard-room. What is there in citlioi or both of these occurrences to cause a poignant feeling of personal disgrace in tho mind of any relative of the parties who was not responsible for them ? An honorable secret marriage, with true affection as a basis, is much more creditable than the open sale of them selves for money which many "poor but proud" daughters of old families consummate. Tho "black sheep" of a family may disgrace himself, but there is neither rhyme nor reason in his sis ters and brothers takiug upon them selves any of the shame. The "old family" pride is ono of the most absurd and illogical oi' nil the survivals and apings of aristocracy in a republic of equal citizens. Home of its vagaries are amusing, but tho Washington case is pitiful.— New York World "See Further Down." I was coming down from my room, carefully picking my way between tho fair perchers 011 the stairs and survey ing tho somewhat startling view that a collection of decollete girls will provide to a spectator above them, when I heard tho little girl in a heliotrope gown observo to her companion that Dolly So-and-So, who was evidently sitting 011 a stair below them, had a lovo ly diamond staron her neck that evening "Yes, by Jove!" responded the youth, "and what a jolly place it has to sparkle on, too!" "Let mo see," said tho girl, musing. "They put stars into books, sometimes, don't they ? What does it mean when a star is printed alongside of a word?" "It means see further down," replied the boy, promptly. "Oh,yes," said the heliotrope maiden. "What a clever girl Dollie is, to be be surel"— Kamerd's Bar Harbor letter. SCHWATKA IN MEXICO. UXfIiOIUNG THE HIGHEST MINING DISTRICT IN AMERICA. Musses of AI in its ( Solid Silver Taken Out of Tliom Wliut American Capital uihl American Energy Are Doing Towanl Tholr Development. #N tho groat broken barrancas hauling out to th 3 westward tho control Sierra Mndres I found my selr in the Holiest mineral district of America, and prob ably tho richest in ijig either Batop miloH or a diameter of 400 mdos on thorn as u center, and there is no doubt but that tho resulting circle will include tho richest mining district or America, and probably tho world, both la a present and prospect ive sense. Mr. 11. 11. I'orter, tho prospecting engi neer of tho Batopilas Mining Company, told me. and showed mo tho various specimens to verify his statement, that in ono iittlo area thiee hundred yards square there wero found twelve veins of 6ilvor running from thrco dollars to seventy-eight dollars to tin* lon. Tho louder unacquainted with mining may understand this by saying that any silver mine of over twenty dollars to the ton is a foituno to its owner if on or near a railroad. There are over live hundred such veins in the Batopilas con cession or sixty-four square miles, and should any new railroad running near by justify furthor research it could probably bo made flvo thousand without much trouble. Tho history of tho big Batopilas Mining Company, about tho center of the district, I have spoken of. and which stunds head and shoulders above all the surrounding min ing companies. Is a fair representation of all in this part of the country whore my travels liavo been cast. Batopilas. or Real do Son Pedro do Ba topilas, as it was originally named, is said to have been discovered in Octobor. 1032. The news of tho discovery spread far and wide, and as tho evidence of its grout rich ness multiplio I it soon became one of tho most fiu*ous mines or Now Spain. The first miners of the now discovery made a recent ly appointed Viceroy a magnificent present, composed entirely of large pieces of native silver, tho richness of tho ore being uii precodentod. 1 luive now in my possessior one from Batopilas that runs from SG.(itnish the fa! lier, so the hoy suffers. Many efforts havo heen made to have tho Governor pardon him, but thus far he has failed to aet. When tirst sent up young Combs had never heard of God, knew nothing of hravon or hell, and had never seen a school house. He can now road and writo and talks very brightly. aii Kdltor'a uver-l aution. Many people make mistakes and lose a lot by being too suspicious, too cautious. Wo remember the last time we visited New York City—with which place nobody else in Dodgevillo is probably so familiar. A man came up to ns as we stood on our hotel stops af ter taking a noontime snack at Del inonico'a, and says ho to us: "The ed itor of the Buckiooodsmaii'n Banner, I presume!" We had the old bunco game down fine, and, looking the man squarely in the eyes, wo replied: "You presume too much, sir. We arc not the editor." (This was untrue, but justifiable under the circumstances ) "I beg your pardon," ho said, touching his hat politely; "I merely wished to tender you a ticket to tho dinner oi the l'ross Club this evening." He felt hurt, and so did we. Ho hod heen re ceived with unnecessary suspicion, and wo had missed a good dinner. Wo merely mention this incident as a re minder to those who are alwayH saying "Go slow!" that it is not always wise to go too slowly. We must risk some thing if we would lie truly great.— Voilaeville (N. V. i Banner. Thought It Was a Turtle. It was related by a good Confederate soldier that on his return from Virginia in 18(i5 he brought a biscuit with him. which some one had given him on tho way. When ho arrived homo ho gave the children the biscuit and sent them to ploy while he talked with their mother. Pretty soon he wanted to see the children again, and, going to tho door, was surprised to see them putting live coals of tire on the biscuit. "What on earth do you mean, boys?" said tho father. "Oli, pa, we are going to make tho darned thing poke its head out." THE auctioneer is no more lialile to insanity than anybody eftie, notwith standing the fact that he is almost con tinually in a more-bid mental con dition