THE LONG AGO. BY HIKETTK M. I.OWATEH. When tlie rosy day dying. And the night eonif® on apace. And the evening v '" drt . Rro H 'Mung With a wild, eiiehautlng grace, Oft before my memory's vision Pans the forms I used to kuow— Faces dear ami voices tender Of the Long Ago. Faces that the violets cover On a Tar and lonely tomb, Lips uukissed by friend or lover Smile and speak from out the gloom. But too soon the dream bus faded, Like sweet music in its flow; They are gone—the loved the cherished Of the Long Ago. BOCK ELM, Wis. MY FIRST TIGER. A Thrilling Adventure In Cochin China. T the entrance to r ie river of Saigon, s/Xtf/Y yJ | \tlie French capital M\ $ j I > )f Coclliu China, li •!, 2? 11 forty mil c e JrYH-. i from the city, there /J'. / ■ tSKfiP''' lonely telegraph |3 station, where tht r! English cable from | A j] G „ g Kong and M ■fflr .Singapore, and the m rtf French cable to L ° 1111 uin * ioUch : ground. As I am mrch interested in telegraphy, and I had a circular letter of introduction fsotn Sir James Anderson, the. man aging director of the Eastern Exten sion Telegraph Company, I determin ed to pay these exiled electricians a visit. And then J learned that twelve years ago an operator had shot a tiger that had come oil the veranda and looked in at the window while he was at work, and that three mouths ago another had been killed in a more or thodox way. So when the next steamer of the Messageries Maritimes picked up her pilot at 4 a. m., off Cape St. James, I tumbled with my things into bis boat and rowed ashore as the ship's sidelights disappeared in the distance and the lighthouse began to grow pale in the sunrise. Next morning an Annamite hunter who had been sent out by Mr. Lang don, the Superintendent of the sta tion, to look for tracks, returned and reported that he had built a "mirador," and we were to make our ftrst attempt that evening. At 5:30 that afternoon ' we started, Mitt (that was his name or nickname) walking and running ahead, and I following him on a pony. We were on a small rising ground, dotted with bushes, in the middle of a rough tangle of forest and brushwood. I looked for the "mirador," and, not finding it, I yelled an inquiry iuto • Mitt's ear (for lie was stone deaf) poi ited to a tree fifty yard* va l I i-aw how marvelo"*! cealed it. He I trees go" : behind the he had |.lau ed two bamboo* at the o her corn- of the square, and three thickly ground, and t '.round and over a and roof, till he had ;ui tect nest of live foliage. The a was about twenty feet from the ground, and it looked perilously f agile to hold two men. But it was a ma tui'i iece of hunting-craft. In re sponse 10 a peculiar cry from Mitt, two lift ives appeared with a little black pig slu gon a pole yelling lustily. The "mirador" tor "median," as I believe it is called in India overlooked a slight depression in which an oblong pond had been constructed for the buffaloes to w llow in, as the ugl.v brutes can not work unless they are allowed to soak themselves two or three times a day. By the side of this Master Piggy was securely fastened, neck and heels, to his infinite disgust. Then the two natives took themselves off with their pole. Mitt gave me a "leg up" into the "mirador," which shook and swayed as we climbed gingerly in, and we ar- "MITT." ranged ourselves for our long watch. A soft cap instead of the big sun helmet, tho bottle of cold tea, and the flask put handy, half a dozen cartridges laid out, the rifle loaded and cocked. "Tho rest is silence." Till 10:30 wo sat like two stone Buddhas. Then five wild pigs came trotting down to the water to drink, which was an intensely welcome break in the monotony. At 11:80 Mitt made signs to me to go to sleep for a while and he would wa f ch. At 12:30 he woke me, and immediately fell back in hifl turn faßt asleep. The rest, and the consciousness that I had no longer the sharp eyes of my companion to rely upon, made me doubly attentive, and J watched every twig. Suddenly, in perfect silence and with out the slightest warning, a big black object flashed by the far side of the little pool. It was like the swoop past r jf an owl in the starlight, like the shadow of a passing bird, utterly noise less and instantaneous. Every nerve in my body was athrill, every muscle stiff with excitement. Slowly I put out my left hand and grasped my sleeping companion hard by the leg. If he made the slightest noise we were lost Like a trained hunter he awoke and lifted himself into a sitting posi tion without a *ound. Rifle to shoul der we peeped through our peep-holes. A moment later a blood-curdling scream broke tho stillness, followed by yell after yell of utter terror. It was the wretched pig who had woke to find I himself in tho clutches of the tiger, I and tho effect on nerves .strained in silence to their utmost tension was electrical. I shall never forget that moment. The tiger was there before me, lie had the pig iu bis grasp, in an other second he would probably be gone. And I could see nothing, abso lutely nothing. It was pitdh dark in the depression wlipro bo was standing, and I mifcht as well iiave tired with my eyes r*iut. ; Stare as I would, I could not i distinguish the least thing at which to aim. And all the time the pig was yelling loud enough to wake the dead, i Suddenly I saw the same black shadow pass up the little incline for a dozen yards. The pig's screams dropped in to a long howl. My heart sank. Had the tiger gone? No, for an instant af terward the shadow shot down the j slope again and the yells broke out j afresh. The situation was agonizing, i I could hardly resist the temptation to | fire both barrels at random into the ( darkness. Do I see something? Yes, the black mass of the pig, spinning | head over heels on his ropes like u ; butterfly on a pin. And just above him j a very pale faint curved line of white. ( It is the white horseshoe of the tiger's j chest, and the inside of his forelegs, as he has turned for a moment in my J direction. Now or never. A last glance down the almost indistinguishable bar rels, and I press the trigger. The ! blinding Hash leaps out, the answering roar scares even the terrified pig into silence, and a blue veil of smoke, hid ing everything, hangs before us. Mitt turned toward me with interrogation or reproach in his eyes, and shook his head doubtfully. For two minutes we sat and listened. Then a long, hard-drawn breath, ex pelled in a painful, heavy sigh, came out of the bushes on our right. I never heard a sweeter sound in my life. It meant that the tiger was hit so badly that he could not get away at once, and evidently hit somewhere about his lungs. Every two minutes for half an hour this sobbing sigh was audible. Then it ceased, but no matter. If he was hurt as badly as that we should get him for certain. So I lighted my pipe and tried to wait patiently for daylight. It was so long in coming that 1 began to think the sun had over slept itself, but at last at 5 o'clock we climbed down aud stretched our cramped limbs; the coolie arrived at almost tho same minute with the pony, the two natives returned with their pole, and we started out to reconnoiter. First, as to the pig. Instead of being half eaten, as we supposed, ho was all light except for five long scratches down one side, where the tiger had ev dently put out liis paw and felt of him ith a natural curiosity as to what lio as doing there. Just behind him re two deep footprints. That was No blood, no tracks, and we cd cautiously round without seeing a sign. Fifty yards away there was a stretch of grass three feet high where ho \\ as very likely to be hidden. Where could the tiger be, anyway ? Mitt and I walked over to the edge of tlie grass and looked carefully all along it for tracks. That moment came very near being the last for one of us. "While we were peering about the tiger suddenly sat up in the grass not ten feet from us, and, with a tremendous roar, sprang clean out into tlie open. He was so near that it was out of the question to shoot. If I had tiling my rifle forward it would have fallen on him. J could see his white teeth dis tinctly and tho red gap of his throat. I remember even at that moment won dering how he could possibly open his mouth so wide. Mitt and I were, per haps, teu yards apart, and tho tiger leaped out midway between us. In stinctively tho Annamite made a wild rush away on his side and I on mine. The tiger had evidently walked just far enough into the grass to be hidden and had then lain down. His presence there took us so completely by sur prise that we were helpless. I may as well confess that my stato of mind at that moment was one of dreadful funk. If tho tiger had been slightly less wounded than lie was, it is perfectly certain that in another instant ho would have killed one or the other of us. We had not the remotest chance of escaping liim by running away. But his first spring was evi dently all lie could manage, for ho turned immediately and sneaked back into the cover. Mitt fired into tho moving grass after him, in spite of my shouted protests, tearing a piece of skin off his flank, as we afterward dis covered. We took five minutes to re cover from our scare, and then, as the beast was practically helpless, we followed him through the grass. After a hundred yards, liis growls brought us up short again. I sent Mitt up a tree, and he reported the sight of his head. So I beckoned him down,climbed up myself, pulled up the rifle after me, and there 1. could distinctly see tlie tiger about seventy yards away, sitting on his haunches, with his back toward me. I aimed at his spine behind liis shoulders, and when the bullet struck ho simply got up and turned half round, giving me a splendid chance. My second bullet struck him in exact ly the right place, and he made a grab with liis mouth when it entered, then spun round three or four times, like a terrier chasing his tail, and fell in a heap. At this moment tho three other men, who lmd not gone home after all, arrived on their ponies, so we walked carefully up to him in lino. There he lav, or rather she, for it was a fine tigress, a little under eight feet long, and very beautifully marked. CHARLES SPURGEON, JR. Il In Delighted with His Visit to Amei' tea. N the eve of his de ]a rtu re for En (£l ■ gland, at tho 1e ,4 (p. I quest of the editor of tlie Chicago hi- Nprgoon, Jr., gave jsafflar 11 jr bis views on vaiious l| to l'^ M °f religious '{and general inter * 'est. J would like to observe, he writes, that I have always been pleased with America. My re ception here has been most generous and hearty. I have traveled consider able during my brief stay, and in the various families where I have stopped I have been treated with such kind ness and have been received with so ! warm a welcome that for tho time be ing I lost the faculty of being home sick. I have been particularly charm ed with tho beautiful scenery that I have seen. Of course I have been to Niagara Falls, and of course I cannot *dd anything to what has been said in the way of enthusiastic praise of thai ; great natural wonuer. Niagara is sui i generis; it is proper that the Ameri cans should be proud of this great fea ture of their country's natural beauty. i But I have received equal pleasure from my visit to the Yosemite Valley and the Yellowstone National Park. 1 think they deserve a prominent place in the long catalogue of fine scenery of which your country can boast. I have found the Baptist Church ! here in a very successful condition; the i people are full of enthusiasm and, | among the various Protestant denomi | nations, the Baptists are without doubt the most aggressive and enterprising in church work. The churches of the j United States are certainly much bet- I tor appointed than they are in England. Our edifices can not be compared in ' architectural beauty to yours. The interior of the American church is in striking contrast to tho London Baptist churches. You make your buildings more comfortable, more home-like, iu many cases more luxuri ous. It is sometimes thought that churches can be made too luxurious, but I have seen no reason for criticism on that ground in what I have seen since I have been here. Your decora tions are more lavish than ours; the cushioned pews and the carpeted aisles give a furnished and liome-like appear ance which is distinctly different from our churches. The best floor covoiing we would have would probably be lin oleum or cocoanut matting, never any bright-colored carpets. Our church goers, if they want carpet, are allowed, at their own expense, to put a little strip in their pew. The electric bells which communicate from the pulpit to the sexton telling him how to regulate the heat, the ventilation; etc., strike a foreign clergyman with surprise; this system must be a great convenience to the preacher, it is characteristically American. Your Sunday-schools are much finer than ours. Ido not think that they are any larger, but your Sunday-school rooms are bright, cheerful places, w itli carpets on tho floors, pictures on tho walls, and well furnished and conven ient seats. Men As Brum liters. PEN say more evil of women th an they trary with women to ward men." Although we may be inclined to take this epigram of an acute and discrim inating French writer cum grano salis, vet we are forced to admit that the state ment is very rich in suggestion. Prob ably there is no trait of human nature that serves better to mark the subtle distinction between manly and womanly character tliau the quality of fortitude , in woman—her ability to bear pain and I sorrow in dignified, patient silence. I This is woman's courage, as distin | guished from man's dashing bravery, which leads him into the thick of dan ger and adventure in his desire for excitement. To a thoughtful woman our writer's little maxim seems to con tain the germ of a carefully observed, well-attested fact. At least tho ac ceptance of it explains much that is otherwise extremely misleading and puzzling. How tedious, for instance, linve be- I enrac the misanthropic wails of tho cal ! low rhymater of the period, usually a young man who affects the extreme Byronic style, in hair-dressing, collars, and morals, the only thing about Lord Byron which he fails to imitate being the hitter's genius. This individual's studies in feminine human nature having usually been in those doubtful fields and byways to which an un wholesome and erotic fancy would naturally lead him, tho result.is whole sale condemnation, in studied meters, ! of our poor sex, and this with all the assurance of ignorance. There is too much of this nonsense ; being written and spoken against j women. In a certain sense we onr ! selves have, through hearing it HO long, almost learned to accept it as partly | true, and do not protest much against ! it. In this submission—this meek, tacit : acceptance of certain cut and dried j maxims, which are only worn-out lic | tions —we are somewhat in the same | frame of mind as was Topsy, in an in stance in "Uncle Tom's Cabin." Miss Ophelia was determined that Topsy should confess her sins, and poor TOD sv, casting about in her mind for some- I thing to confess, at last made up an elaborate and entirely false account of i a crime that had not been committed, : namely, the theft of Miss Eva's ear | rings. When the falsehood was de tected, Topsy's explanation was that Ophelia would have her " 'fess" to lier misdeeds, and slio could think | of nothing bad enough that slio had i committed, so made up a story al>out o sin she had not committed. The morbid browbeating of genera tions has had its effect upon women. We are born penitents, burning tc " 'foss." Alas! our harmless little sub terfuges, usually prompted by a heart full of truest love, our white lies, with white motives back of them—how pa theticaily innocent and harmless do they appear in comparison with the deliberate and elaborato system of de ceit practieed. not toward us alone, but toward their fellow men, by our ac | cusers every day. Shame upon us for our lack of spirit, j sisters, and let us not thus tacitly ad mit our general culpability, without a little inquiry into the facts in the case. How long it lias been going up, tivis howl of detraction from all classes and conditions of men, and including such a variety of cross-grained, dyspeptic j masculines, ranging from Philosopher Carlvle, tearing his hair because a I rooster happens to crow in the neigh boring yard, down to the poet of the "l'orkopolis Packers' Portfolio," clear down to Tim llodgo sinnsliing the ! breakfast dishes and his wife's head, i in his lordly contempt for woman after a night at the neighboring saloon. As ■ the inventors say, " ,p lie principle is the 1 same" in each instance. In the ease of our poet, however, perhaps an over dose of absinthe, cigarettes, and lazi j ness induces a virulent stupor of cyni cism, rather than the more active tem porary tantrums of the drunken hod carrier. And still is the result the same. Poor woman. Trying to restore peace and weather the storm,she meekly " 'fosses" | that she is the original author of all ; woo, a blameworthy, reprehensible creature, very neglectful of her wholo duty, which is to keep a kind of earthly paradise called "home" for her revered lord and master—a peaceful haven where roosters shall never crow nor duns never intrude, where absinthe shall never give a morning headache, i and the word "blizzard" shall bo void of all meaning.— Barbara Thome in Chicago Ledger. DRAWEES of water —Marine artists. NYE HUGGED BY A LADY. CAUSING IIIM TO DAUT OFF Li KB A FRIGHTENED I3JEEK. I'roof that the Eiiffllili Are Friendly To ward Americans- Good Work of the Shall and Jack the Ripper—Victoria and ItoyiiJ Flush. * HER E i I agree abl o ft* 5 * V IbotuvYn? IcA ing England. H> the time fldgflt tho utmost the IB Ij \ f OU ( 8 Lo l h? I p think in g 11 c.w oaeily 1,10 , nm . tfc< - r to borrow dishes and put two moro lour *s in the dfning table before I could begin to leturn the kindness or repay tho debt. The children would have to eat at tho second table and .bo kept out of sight during tho infcui so that they would not, announce tho menu in advance. One of tho dining chairs would have to bo reglued, and the cigars I smoked would not do at all. You go into tho Savage Club and oat and taik and smoke as vou would have gone into your mother's pantry whtjn a boy. after you had boon fishing all day. Tlioie Is no more formality about it than there usod to bo when you toro out tho end of u loar of broad and put jam on it to your heart's content, sucked your lingers and went to bed. It is groat. And yet it is where you will meet men who think thoughts and say things which they thought of themselves. It is so everywhere. I am only worried RNTICINO THE GUILELESS NYE. as I suy, about tho way I will return theig various acts of kindness and courtesy. Tf spirit is willing, but tho flesh is weak. Jf takes so long to bathe the forks and spooij of one course so that they can give another number on the programme at our house, and 1 carve with so much danger to a repub lican form of government, that I hesitate about going extensively into the matter ol entertaining in competition with Europe. I carve a good deal liko tho Bhoh. lie had a complaint lodged against one of his sol diers once by a poor larmor of tho Orient, who claimed that the soldier had stolen one of Us red-cored water-melons. "Very well," said his nibs, "I will ascertain if ho stole your melon." Ko bo pulled out his sword, and cutting £ large aperture In the stomach or tho of fender. ho !ound the melon and a few of the black seeds, which were easily identified. "And how much a*o you out on tho mel on?" asked the haughty monarch wiping his ready blade on his coat tail. "Ono irano six." exclaimed tbo horny handed Oriental buokwhoater. "Very well," said theßhuh, "here it is,' and ho took tho amount from tho pocket of the expiring collier. "Justice is done. Allah bo praised. Return again to your toil." Tho Sbali Is a great, coarso. horrid mon arch. with an eve on the opposite sex and u droop around the corners of tho mouth Which ought to keep him out of respectable society for a good while. Ho has over two hundred wives, not Counting a shipment ro eontly made from London. He and Jack tho Hipper together have made tho streets oT London quite safe for the unprotected man, and yet I blush to say that before 'J o'clock p. m.. on tho 29th day of July, 1889. I was caught in tho strong arms of an Eng lish ladv of great descent and hugged con siderably right in plain sight ot Trafalgar Square. And yet we hour it said that the English are not friendly toward tho Ameri cans. It is not so. Afuiryoun,' girl playfully undertook to pat mo in a I entering way tho other even ing as I trudged giiyiy homo in tho opaque gloaming. She struck a bunch of koys which I had in my pistol pocket and wont sadly away wilnging her hands. I felt sorry tor her, but at tho same time could not afford to stop and pity her, so I gave a piercing shriek and darted away liko a frightened deer. Many of thoso girls stay out until a late hour at night, conversing freely with comparative strangers, thus giving the public ample opportunity tc gossip about thorn and to misjudge thoii motives. A girl in London cannot bo too careful about conversing with strangers that way. Ono of thoso pleasant and piqu- NYE MAKES ADVANCES TO THE YOUNG MOSES. ant maids udnnn d my umbrella very much and taking it gently Irom me with a win ning smile, spreading it and holding it over us, took my a m and tiudged blithely along with me until I told her that here our ways seemed to diver o and our paths fork, as it were. Reluctantly I took tho umbrella, und telling her to run along home beforo it rained 1 passed on toward my inn. Londoiris too large a place for mo. I go out for a tlvo minutes' walk and come home iate at night, hopelessly lost in the laby rinth of her streets. Tho cabman is my sa.vution. Igo out and got lost purposely, so that I can surprise myself at one and six by getting buck in two minutes. I would not do London on the guide-book plan, or by programme, but by strolling about, studying people more than places and getting Into tho usual number of scrapes. I saw the House of Commons in session for (ho flit tone and listonod to sover.J mnent gentlemen who spoke fer i ninst the royal grants. I can do it myself ! now. It is quite easy. You say something j and th- n look up and sav "an until vou j An think of something else to BUT Ot>v gentlemen wltti thnlr lints on sit nround and slumber, hut spectators are not allowed to wear ihoir hats. Only members can wear their hats and snore übovo a certain Mr. Gladstone better known as tho grand oia man, sat on th" front seat. Ho is very buhl, indeed, and his throat whiskers are very white. Ho is much rmailer than I had thought. Ho wears low shoos and rod woolen socks. When lie works down so as to sit on his shoulder-blades his trousers j gradually ascend his limbs until you can i look ever the tofts of his cute little red socks with perfect impunity. He Is tho author of his own thoughts, and I hear him spoken of in high terms, especially by his friend-. Mr. 'J'. p. O'Connor has our thanks for coin testes extended wliil • in London. He will novor hick a friend if he will at any time write to box 204, Toiupkinsvllle, Btateo Island. U. 8. A, Mr. Robert Lincoln's last reception w% brightened up briefly ty ft pleasant cnH fiom inc. Many Americans were present and drank the tea of the Minister as ad ministered by his bright young daughter. Without wishing to express political opinion in any way, I must say that the general sentiment of the American contingent is that both in Eiance and England wo need not be ashamed of our Ministers or our Consuls G neral. Mr. Roid and General ltuthbone seein to be boautilully hoi. Jug up their coiner ol the nutionnl abrio in Paris, and Mr. Lincoln and Gcnerul John C. New ate doing tho proper thing in London. General New says that I have ruined iiis reputation in tho old world by referring to him CB a poker player, and so I hereby apologize. Ho is not a poker player. He play bean-bag. however, with great skill, and lawn tennis in away that urouso9 the astonishment and admiration of tho effete monarchies. Wilson Barrett goes to America In Oc tober. Ho will take a ilrst-elass company, and will no doubt continue tho success lie has had ut homo. I met Mis. Alice Khaw, tho whistler, at a reception one aiternoon, and for the ilrst time heard her murvelous chest notes. My chest notes followod later on. Bhe is not only a whistler but a very artistic one. and when she "prepares to pucker" there is, in tho audience, a silence which is noticeable. She has whistled tor tho Queen. I told her I had also whistled for tho Queen seven years ago, but she did not come. "I presume you were trying ior a royal flush," said Mrs. .Shaw. "I play poker my self. " 1 met some celebrated steamship captains in London. Referring to steamship cap lains or masters. I must say here that it seems to mo thov are expected to do a good deal and die as soon as they can do no more. A steamship captain is required to look out for the interests of the company, the interests 01 the ship, tho interests of tho passengers, botli spiritual and temporal, and while he risks h<H life every moment lie is in tho service, when ho can no longer sail ho may die in poverty or commit sui cido, as ho chooses, so far as the great world of traffic is concerned. This is man ifestly unjust So tho avorago captain says: "The only safe thing for mo is to rnuko my last voyage." That is, to go down with tho bout. Think or tliat. you who have trusted your own lives und those of your families to these men. Th nk of it and talk of it until there is a pension or a provision for those who give thoir whole lives to their fellow-men. Tho Johnstown baby, whoso name is Moses Williams, came ovor on a recent trip of tho City of Chicago, according to Hur-* goon l'eter Mcßweeney. Tho Johnstown baby was named Moses because ho was found on the flood, not exactly among tho bulrushes, but born on tho bosom of the terrible deluge, while his mother's house was floating down to death and destruction. It is not necessary to say that Moses owned the ship. He got about $75 from enthusias tic Americans on board md practically was monarch of all lie surveyed. Ho was lucky to put. off his birthday till the time of tho torilbl i Hood, for Pharaoh's daughtor in tho shapo of American generosity has res cue.i him from obscurity und poverty, and hereafter, when he says, "My name is Moses Williams, I was born on tho breast of that terrible torrent in Johnstown." tho ready wallot will come forth and Moses will bo on deck, even if the light gooth out Many curious experiments were made in Paris by Dr. Brown-Sequard, In tho early tages of his elixir experience, according to the local physicians t ere. Most of these TIIE ItESUI.T OF THE ELIXIIt. experiments were mudo on animals. Ho was greatly gratified, into tho foreleg of an old horse, that was so worthless on ac count of ago that in another day ho would have boon in the soup—the mock-turtlo soup of Paris—lie ejected his elixir. In an hour afterward, with bright red nostril ami tail neatly draped over tho dashboard, ho sailed up the Blioiiz Eleeza, knocking Bpokes out of valuable carriages all the way up to the Are of Triumph, where ho ohippod out about fivo cents' worth of the corner of that great work, and piled up Dr. Brown- Hequard in a chaos of ciotnos and con tusions. His llrst anxiety was to And out, of course, whether the hyphen had been lenockod out of his name. Finding that it had not. he returned to his experiments. He ulso secured an old dog with thick hearing and pronounced flagging of tho mental powers. The dog was so oi l that ho had forgotten everything, and so blind that a French soldier in red-gored trousors did not startle him any more. After a dose of tho elixir ho wagged ids tail, a thing lie had not done for years. Then ho yawned and ate some grass. Ho then noticed a cat on tho lftwn, one that had grown old with blm. i but had not had a nip of tho elixir. Ho took after her and in two minutes he had her quivering remains on tho grass. By <J o'clock ho had gone back to puppyhood nd had chewed up Dr. Brown-Soquurd's rbito gaiters, a pair of lace curtains, and 1 child. BILL NYE. The French Marshal's Horses. Marshal MacMalion is looked upon by the an. a tours as an unscientific horse man, yet lie is perhaps to-day, even at his advanced age, the most daring rider in France. The amateurs are a little jealous of him for one reason—ho has superb taste in tho choice of his horses aurt has the money with which to gratify that taste. During his long campaigns in Africa ho preferred Eng lish mounts, and invaiiably loft all his suit behind hi in on long marches. At Compiegne, in the days of the Second Empire, he used to charge with such vigor on tho game that the Empress 3iice reproached him with -fancying I hat lie was leading a cavalry division into action. He sits on his horse with great dig nity. "Faithful," says one of his biog raphers, "to the adage ot Lamartine, 'the horse is the pedestal of kings,' he appears in public only upon tho noblest of steeds, and pays willi gly 500 louis for a horse which pleases him." Tho horse which he rode on the occasion of the first vi<it of the Shah of Persia to Paris cost him 10,000 francs. Although 78 yours of age, ho rides for two hours daily, and he often meets in the per fumed alleys of the Hois that other veteran horseman, Comte Ferdinand de Lesseps, galloping as if lie were carrying the news of a victory. His splendid English horse, Forest King, was taken at Sedan by the Prus sians; and the horse Aifa, which lie! rode on that day, and which was killed under him, had cost him 20,000 francs. Shortly after the close of the disastrous battle of Sedan, a Hebrew dealer ap peared at MacMahon's headquarters and inquired if, in view of the surren der, Alfa might not bo for sale. "Alfa,! —you ignoramus!" was the indignant answer. "Alfa is killed!" "Mon Dieu! Hon Dieu !" said the Is raelite, wringing his hands in ui loigned despair, "how could anyono be so im prudent as to risk tho life of a home worth so much money as Alfa on a battlefield V w — Cosmopolitan. WIFE (at the opera)— Mr. Blueyes, the tenor, didn't do that love scene well at all. Wonder if he's sick? Husband —Perhaps he is. The prima donna sat at the table next to ours at the hotel, and I noticed that she ate nine raw onions. A GIRL caught the small-pox on a Pa cific Mail steamer and her father has sued the company for $25,000. It is not ' enough that the patient is pitted. Homothing more substantial than syur pathy w wstated. SNAKEROOT BUYS A COW. BY 808. /! AEI AH," said /rOm//i/ Mr. Snakeroot sy. £-,J Wj| one morning nt the 1. 1 ) v-N * I breakfast table, I "I've made up my V A{ 1 mind to buy a 2/V7/\ to "Now, pa," be * ' / gan Mrs. Snake root, "what on earth " "There you go," broke in Mr. S.; "I never try to do a tiling but what you must oppose it. Here wo are paving 5 cents per day for a quart of chalk and water of which I don't get a taste. Lenime see. Five cents for 305 davs is—is—Great Scotf!—slß.2s per year; most enough to buy the best Jersey in the country. A good cow'll give" 10 quarts per day. We could sell five. That's 25 cents —305 times 25 is—hum $91.25. Good Lord! Mrs. Snakeroot, don't say another word. Milk, butter, $91.25 per year. I'll havo a cow before night J" Five miles west of the village in which Mr. Snakeroot resided lived old Farmer J., celebrated far and near for the excellence of his breed of Jerseys. Farmer J. had cut his eye-teeth years ago, and sharp indeed must be the man who got the start of him. Our friend Snakeroot, after having searched unsuccessfully all the morn ing, happened along just at noon at Farmer J.'s, and was invited to put out and stay to dinner. Only too willing, he hastened 1o put his horse in the barn, and with his son James accom panied the fanner to tho house, where they did justice to an excellent dinner. After the latest news had been dis cussed, Mr. Snakeroot intimated that if he could find just such a cow as ho wanted, he "wouldn't mind giving a good price for licr." "Wall," said Farmer J., "I don't care about scllin' any, but let's go out 'n look at 'em." He adopted the precaution of taking along a faithful dog that had been trained to hold the female bovines of the Snakeroot herd while they were be ing stripped of the lacteal fluid, with HOLD FAST TO THAT TAIL, BoSE. a view of showing how gentle they were. After examining several animals and discussing their points. Mr. Snakeroot picked out a mild-eyed, undersized Jersey, and said: "I'll give you fifty dollars for that animal." "I dunno," replied J.; "I'll see what ma says." So back they went to the house, and after considerable discussion Snakeroot became tho owner of a "genuine Jer sey." They tied a rope around tho cow's horns, hitched up their liorso ami started; James driving the horse, and the old man, sitting on tho hind end oi the wagon, leading the cow. They had gone but a short distance when Snnkeroot yelled out, "Whoa! Whoa!" Young Snakeroot stopped the horse, turned around on the seat, and said: "What's tho matter, pa?" "Don't ask me what's the matter, you blockhead!" cried the old man "1 thought you knew how to drive a horse without pulling the arms "but be fore ho coijld finish the cow came lung ing into the hind end of tho wagon. "Gimme the whip," he yelled. "Git out, you," making a savage cut at a yellow dog that was prancing around the cow. By this time the Jersey concluded she had remained quiet long enough and commenced to back, dragging Snakeroot, frantically digging his heels into the earth in a vain effort to ston her. "Get out 'en the wagon, you," he called to his son; "leggo the"horse'n come 'n twist 'er tail." After fifteen minutes' work thoy goi the cow up to the wagon and again VV Y'W\, — "TWIST 'EB TAIL!" started. "See wliat YOU done with your finding," Hnid Snakeroot. "Don't ye try it again." They got along very well for a mile, when all at once up in the air went the cow's head, and off tin wagon popped Snakeroot like a frog from a log. "AVliat in 1" he gasped as the rope slid through his hands. Ho had no cliauce for further comments. Mak ing a lunge ho caught the cow by the tail and down the road the pair went —tho cow on a canter and he on a keen run. She made straight for a barn yard fence, cleared it like a deer, drag ging tho unfortunate Snnkeroot aftei her. Another struggle ensued with the thoroughly aroused cow, and finally she was gotten upon the highway by the united efforts of three men. And so if was all those four long, weary miles home. Arriving finally at his place in town, the cow refused to enter the alleyway, in desperation he hitched the horse to the rope and "snaked" her furiously down tlie alley into tho back yard, when he chained her down to two cherry trees for the night. Mr. Snakeroot arose lato the next morning, took a twelve-quart pail nnd went proudly forth to milk his Jersey. After being gone a long time ho re turned to the kitchen and poured the milk into a teacup, and said: "Of all the dod-gasted olil liars in the country, that J, in the -worst." "Why, wnat ma ne say/r asicea Mrs. S. Snakeroot thoughtfully scratched his head for a moment, nnd then .quid: "He tol' me she'd give all I could milk." " Well, I declare," replied his wife, you orter have a gnardeen app'inted over you." MBS. HOYT'S TRAINING SCHOOL. A Noble Charity Tor We,tclie.tar Boy. and Girls. o, E T your light so shine," is not ths CLdHlfaMp \\ text that heeds full. lyr wsf AH V est amplification in Xjrfiv MA time when private ' rs eil j°v easy !jmpublicity, w rites Ma- a "ry Day Humphreys in one of hor New York letters to the Chicago Inter Ocean. The exercise of charity which may ho regarded now almost as a fashionable diversion is a matter of report, like other fashionable diversions. Hut it would be very un true to intimate that it is only a fash ionable diversion. The sense of re sponsibility toward the less fortunato has never more deeply and widely penetrated a generation. There is scarcely a woman of fashion in this city who is not enrolled nnd in active service. In fact, it is not so much charity as charitable methods that are a matter of concern, zeal hav ing n tendency to overrun discretion, and its coming rival opportunity is al ready in the field. But there are women of individuality who carry into their well-doing a certain uniqueness which is as piquant and interesting as it is suggestive and profitable. Generally this has come about by doing the tiling that fell un der their eyes, and that needed to he done. An instance of this wos the work done by Mrs. W. S. Hoyt at Pelham. It will not detract from the interest in it to add that Mrs. Hoyt w as once bet ter known to the country as Janet Ohase, the daughter of tho Chief Jus tice, and sister of Mrs. Kate Chasa Sprague. In the neighboring village of West chester there was a number of boys whom tho trades unions, limiting the number of apprentices, excluded from learning anything except that which they acquired on the cracker boxes and salt barrels about the village gro ceries. For these boys Mrs. Hoyt, in teresting her neighbors, set up a car penter shop and a forgo. She then formed them in classes, under the su pervision of masters of the piano and hammor. Tho girls dropped in and took to modeling and wood curving. Silk-worms were introduced, and pres ently there sprung up a knot of vil lage industries where there had been idleness and sbiftlessness. Among these Mrs. Hoyt infused her own artis tic enthusiasm. Tho carpentry work especially flourished fiuely. The boat old models were procured, and Mrs. Hoyt.'s own houso and tho country club house are filled with admirablo pieces of hand work executed bv these boys, nnd in a manner that would l'e now the despondent hopes and cour age of Mr. liuskin, if ho could know how nearly it approaches his own ideas of handicraft. No modern makeshift of glue was toleratod. The parts aro joined as thoy were centuries ago, tho carving was wrought in the solid blocks in tho old-fashioned way. There wore no jig-saws in Westchester. Eel Skins fill- Rheumatism. A reporter the other day paid a visit to Billingsgate and made some inquir ies. One of the largest eel dealers in tho great London fish market gave some interesting information on the bubject. "Well," ho said, "I know of numbers of cases in which they have been used with complete success. They are stretched on a hoard and dried; then, to make them pliant, they are slightly moistened audi ied around the suffering limb. They are worn as garters, ank ets, bracelets and armlets. They aro even worn around the waist—next to tho skin, of course—for lumbago and sciatica. Hundreds of London cahmon wear them and swear by them; and I have a number of gentlemen customers in the country who ask me to send them eel skins to give away to tho poor people of their districts, g! "Persons who have ouco worn them w ill never do without them if tlicy can help it. But I can not tell you what medicinal property they JKJSHOSS ; per haps after all it is only warmth, for of course they must form an almost air tight bandage, like a piece of gutta percha or gold-beater's skin. Perhaps it is only fancy, and that goes a very long way, as you probably know. Why, 1 have heard that a skein of silk tied round tho waist will cure lumbago, or round the kneo will cure rheumatism in tho leg. Now, what earthly medici nal property can there he in a skein of silk V Of course the skins are general ly considered as refuse or offal, and am consequently thrown away."— Pall Mall Gazette. (TOOK on Sitting Hull. General ('rook says to a Baltimore American reporter: "It is a wonder to me how so great a fraud as Sitting Bull could ho made such a hero of. Why, a white woman from the East actually went out to the reservation and proposed marriage to him, which ho discreetly declined, as he had al ready had several squaws, who would probably have made it uncomfortable for her. She is not the only woman, however, who nas given the fellow cause for his conceit," said General Crook, "for many orders come for his photograph." "But did he not really display great bravery in tho Custer fight?" "No," Haid tho General, "he showed tho white feather, ran away and after ward got all tho glory among the white men Fast—probably through some prejudiced parties; but with the In dians Sitting Bull has no reputation as a lirave. By them he is considered only a medicine man." 1 Strict. If wives are hound to be obedient, husbands are certainly bound to be reasonable. But. as the apostle said, "All men have not faith." A neighbor found herself unexpect edly straitened in the midst of her pastry baking, and ran over to the house of Mrs. Hooper, who kept more than a hundred hens, to ask if she could spare a single egg. "Well, I'll see," answered Mrs. Hooper, nnd, putting on her snnbon- j net, she went out to a distant field in which her husband was plowing. On : her return she said; "Yes, Gideon says you can have it. He never allows mo to lend anything without asking him first." j
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