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