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