SUNRISE.
The colors of the morning; spread,
O'er all the eastern sky,
Pale-green and gold and tea-rose red,
Aud purple of porphyry.
The wet grass g'istens like silver thread,
And the still stars fade and die.
Die day begins her wistful chase
For the fleeing night to seek,
And the oriole sings his song of grace.
But uiy heart is weary and weak;
For the thought of one absent face,
And a longing 1 cannot speak.
—[Detroit Free Press.
EL CAPITA!) OBMARIO.
BY FRANCES ISABEL CURRIE.
If a stenographer had taken verbatim
notes of Esteban Garcia's daily conver
sation he would have had considerable
practice in writing the adjectives "mag
nifico" and "ordinario." The first was
always accompanied by an expression <>f i
rapt admiration, and was applied to the
speaker's own achievements; but when
he said "ordinario'' he drew down the
corners of his mouth and elevated his
shoulders to his ears, to express his con
suming contempt for common things.
Nature had intended him to be ordi
nary himself. His name was as multi
farious in Spain as Smith is in America.
His parents were humble peasants in the
province of Madrid. His education had
been very superficial, and he had never
been taught good manners. If lie had made
no to be conspicuous he would j
never have beeu noticed. Hather than
appear "ordinario'' lie had adopted the ;
extraordinary fashions of tho sporting ,
fraternity of his province. He emblaz- 1
oucd his person with jewels aud medals,
and he was commented upon <juite as
much as he would have been if his ante- i
cedents had not been "ordinario."
His life had beeu extraordinary. He j
had been an acrobat, a matador, and an
aeronaut. He was admirably adapted to j
each and all of these vocations, lie had
no physical fear, and his muscles were
firm as steel and as clastic as the thews
of a panther. He had experienced some j
frightful falls in his acrobatic and aero- j
static careers but his bones were never
broken. Iu his vocation of matador he
had been hustled and gored by infuriated
bulls, yet he had never lost a day's work
by these casualties lie had disdained
the use of a basket or car while giving
his aerial exhibitions, and had hung
from a trapeze depending from the bal
loon. With oue muscular hand he held
his own weight while he blew kisses t
the spectators from the finger-tips of the
other. lie had been slammed by
the wind against the sides of J
buildings, and dropped from the
balloon into the sea—almost into the 1
smiling jaws of sharks. lie had escaped
from all these perils unscathed, and ap- 1
peared in Washington in a new role, i
He introduced himself to the Spanish
Legation as "Captain Esteban Garcia,
inventor and master of the science of
aerostation."
lie had brought a giant balloon, and a
model of a flying- machine to this coun
try. This last contrivance was propelled ,
by an electric motor. He claimed that i
it was no helpless bubble to be tossed ;
by every capricious wind, but a uaviga- *
ble air-ship that could be moved horizon- >
tally. It was his ambition to sell it to'
the War Department of the United
States Government. He claimed that it
would do away with the necessity of
skirmishing parties, and he dilated upon*
the advantages of taking observation of
the enemy at a safe altitude, and of com- 1
maud ing an army by means of signals
from a distance of twenty mi'es.
While his petition was going slowly
through the rounds of governmental red
tapisin he went to board at Mrs.
Otero's.
There was a clever young lady in the
hourding-house whose name was May
Sheffield. She contributed articles to
the Washington journals, and was so 1
bright and vivacious that she at once ex- 1
cited the Spaniard's interest. In a wee!.
they were on friendly terms; in two
weeks they were almost continually in
each other's company; and at the end of
three weeks it was generally believed
they were engaged.
The girl's parents were dead, and no
one seemed under obligations to support j
her, hut she had proved that she could ;
take excellent care of herself. She was
almost childish in appearance, but she
wrote in a masterful manner not in keep
ing with her youthful face. She was a
graceful girl, with yellow hair, and J
brown intelligent eyes. Certainly she I
bore no resemblance to the proverbial
stroug-minded blue-stocking.
At one time the gossips had asserted ;
that Kobert Stoddard would marry Miss
Sheffield. He was her editor, aud was a i
man of admirable character. He was a
tall, powerfully-built fellow, with a
strong face and good features. He had !
been very attentive to May Sheffield, but |
when he discovered that he could not
visit her without finding the aeronaut in
her company ho discontinued his visits.
In spite of Scnor Garcia's inherent vul
garity ho soon enjoyed some prestige
amoug his fellow-boarders. He enter- '
taineu them with accounts of his mar- i :
velous exploits, told how lie had faced
death in every conceivable form, and
had been the central figure of every sort
of dramatic situation. All this was in
teresting, even if it was not true.
He was shrewd enough to appreciate j
Miss Sheffield's talents and to make use j
of them. He had many schemes for eu- !
riching himself, and he discussed his j i
plans with her. He explained the
mechanism of liis flying machine, and in-1
duced her to write a glowiug description
of It. When the article was finished she |
had the effrontery to ask Stoddard to j
print it. Ho accepted it rather ungra
ciously, and said editoriully that Garcia
had yet to demonstrate the practicability
of the electric machine. Heretofore
balloons had never been successfully
raised by electricity. Even Edison had
tried the experiment with no good .
results. If Garcia could do more iu this
S articular than the American electrician j
lr. Stoddard's journal would like to
know it.
This comment gave the aeronaut more
of the notoriety that he craved, lie "
loudly declared that the editorial had
been prompted by malice and jealousy.
He said that he could perform feats that;
no other aeronaut could perform, and
co ild manipulate lightning as no other
electrician had manipulated it.
lie resolved to marry May Sheffield.
Previous to meeting her In; had intended
to marry some rich woman, but he
believed that this girl had talents that
would be as valuable to him as gold.
She had a powerful pen, and readily
commanded the attention of the public.
He wanted this attention directed to
him. He hungered and thirsted for
notoriety and believed she would be a
reliable advertising medium for him us
soon as their interests were identical.
To do him justice, this was not his only
incentive to marry her. He was sensible
of her beauty and charm of manner.
What Spanish cavalier could fail to
appreciate her eyes, her soft eompleiaon,
her perfect mouth? Garcia rejoiced
when he reflected that lie had routed the
American editor from the field.
He persuaded Miss Sheffield to write
his biography. Mrs. Otero saw them
poring over the manuscript together
and called them Othello and Desdemona.
The sketuh Miss Sheffield wrote was
vivid and dramatic. It began with the
daring feats of the acrobat; followed
his career to the bull-fight, aud told how
1 lie sprang into the arena with the grace
j and litheness of a panther, then de
scribed the fearless manner in which lie
dispatched the mud brutes that would
have killed him. Afterward it gave a
cleur-eut description of his aeronautic
performances; and, first and last and all,
she extolled his bravery. Garcia trem
bled when the biography was translated
to him. He believed it would make him
famous, and it "ratified his vanity to
know that this brilliant woman could
write of him so admiringly.
She had the audaciousness usual with
pretty women, so she asked Stoddard to
print the biography.
I "I)o you know that this is true?" he
I asked. "It is a rule of this office to
print nothing that cannot be verified."
"This story can easily be verified,"
she answered. "I had it from Seaor ;
Garcia's lips. Of course he knows all '
about his own history."
"Oh, of course!" Stoddard remarked, j
laconically; "but I think I have heard it
mentioned that people do not always tell |
the truth about their own exploits.
Your article is cleverly written, but we j
can't use it. If the Government pur
chases the flying-machine we will devote .
.-ome space to it, but we are not going to
advertise the areonaut gratis."
"You will regret your decision when
you see this in some other paper," she
persisted. "Why, even Rider Haggard's
stories of adventure arc tame when com- j
pared with Senior Garcia's lite. Ilis j
story is like ouc of Jules Verne's."
"Like the Baron Munchausen's, you
mean," Stoddard commented.
The biography was not offered to
another editor, but was enlarged und
printed iu pamphlet form. Capt. Garcia
proposed to give aerial exhibitions, and
the pamplets were to be sold on these
occasions. The Government had pro
nounced his flying machine to be of no
practical use, and he had published a
card saying that lie would demonstrate
its practicability. He would give three
exhibitions at Meteor Park : first,he would
show the public the hot air or primitive j
system of raising a balloon; then he
would make an ascension by means of
; gas, and finally he would illustrate how
the science of aerostatics had progressed ,
by spending two hours in midair in his
electric flying machine. He claimed to
have studied the wing movements of
birds until lie had fathomed nature's
secret of flying.
Miss Sheffield met Stoddard one day '
aud thanked him for having declined to
print the biography. If he had published
it in its original form she would have
received tweuty dollars; under the new
arrangement the aeronaut was to pay her
one hundred dollars after the first ascen-
sion.
"You had better get your money in
advance," Stoddard said. 4 'Flying is j
risky business for any one but angels;
and there may not be any second asceu- j 1
sion. The first may put a stop to his
soaring."
44 1 prefer to wait until lie has been cn- j
riched by the gate money."
44 But there may not be any gate
money," he persisted. 44 Why should (
any one buy a ticket to enter an Inclosure j
when he can sit on a neighboring fence j
and command a fine view of the specta-1
clc? As soon as the balloon rises as high
as the wall of the inclosure any beggar
outside can sec it as well as can the aris- 1
toerat in a private box."
Nevertheless, many persons weut in
side the inclosure to see the captain and ,
His balloon, Stoddard aud Miss Shof- \
field among them. The aeronaut made ,
the a3censiou while the band played
44 Up in a balloon, boys, up in a balloon, i
All amoug the little stars, sailing
round the moon."
Stoddard bought one of the pninpli- I
j lets to read at his leisure. He had given
the biography but cursory notice at his
office, but his interest in it had increased. 1
I As he and Miss Sheffield were leaving
the amusement grounds together they
| saw Mrs. Otero in the crowd. She was
talkiug earnestly to her escort aud did
not notice their approach.
"The aeronaut and the young lady he
' means to marry are living iu my house," j
she was saying. 4 'She is a journalist
riumed May Sheffield. They will prob-;
I ably make their wedding-journey in his 1
flying-machine, and if they come down
i alive she will write up' her aerial expe
! rieucc for Mr. Stoddard's paper. By the
way, he was iu love with her long before
; she" was captivated by this jumpiug
| jack."
Stoddard drew his corapauion out of
reach of Mrs. Otero's voice. His expres
sion was as impenetrable as that of the
Sphinx, but the girl's face was flaming,
her eyes full of angry tears. He might
have doubted Mrs. Otero's words if May
Sheffield's crimson face had not con
firmed them.
That night he read the biography
almost savagely. Viewed in this new
light it appeared as if the writer had
put her heart in her work, and had glor
ified every heroic action to which Garcia
laid claim. Stoddard distrusted the
Spaniard, who had seemed particularly
vainglorious on that day.
He remembered that May Sheffield wui
rather self-willed, aud he reflected that
she would doubtless marry Garcia if she
liked him. She hsid no relatives to ad
vise her or to inquire into the Spaniard's
past history. Stoddard was rather too
! young and too good looking to be a
I model mentor, but he assumed this
thankless role, even while he knew that
the task he was undertaking was likely j
to be fruitless, lie believed that women
made a virtue of clinging to their worth
less lovers and vagubonn husbands.
The biography told where Garcia had
| been, atul Stoddard cabled to several
, jflaces specified, for information concern j
ing the Spaniard's character. The an-|
| swers received stated that the scientific
j flyer was a swindler, who hud stolen an
ingenious toy that another man had in- i
! vented. The machine would float in i
' air, but its motor could raise no greater
I weight than ten pounds. It was as use- I
less a contrivance as the famous flying- I
machine made by Darius Greeu. Wher- '
1 ever Garcia had stopped he had adver- 1
tised three ascensions to be made bv as
many ditTerent motors. When he hud !
1 exhibited the hot air and the gas sys- j
! terns of ballooning he invariably ran
away. This was necessary, since he
could not make an ascension in the elec
tric flying-machine. In several in
stances he had left with more of the
• gate-money than legally belonged to
' , him, and a number of irate mauagtfrs
i were eager to sec him.
i J On the day appointed for the second
, ascension, Stoddard went to Miss Shef
field. He knew that Garcia would try
J to marry her, and, under tome pretext,
j get away before the day of the third
performance. Stoddard meant to tell
Ihcr what he had learned, even if it
broke her heart. She probably would
, not believe him, and would hate him
cordially for his interference, but while
there was a faint hope of saving her from
: l>eiug snared by an adventurer he must
j tell her the truth.
| lie did not find her, but instead found
j Mrs. Otero in tears. Both the aeronaut
' and the young lady had moved from the
house. Miss Sheffield had gone that
j morning, and the Spaniard had surrep
[ titiouslv removed his lugage the night
before. It was clear that the couple hail
eloped, although it was probable that
they would remain in the vicinity of
Washington until after the ascensions.
As Garcia owed Mrs. Otero considerable
money she was naturally anxious to see
him.
Stoddard also wanted to sec him and
to trace May Sheffield through him.
Much to his surprise, Stoddard found
her at the amusement grounds. When
ho entered he saw her standiug in a re
mote part of the place, holding a satchel
in her hands. The idea occurred to him
that she intended to wait there until
after the performance, when she and the
aeronaut would go away together.
I Before the editor reached her side she
was accosted by an unpleasant-looking
| man in seedy garments. lie had a cun
ning, almost crafty expression, and his
| manner was so significant of secrecy that
I Stoddard thought he might be an ac
complice whom Garcia had chosen to aid
in* tne elopement. He spoke just as
j Stoddard reached Miss Sheffield's side,
i "Arc you ready?" he asked. "Have
you it here?"
She had taken what appeared to be n
letter from her satchel, when Stoddard
laid his hand upon her shoulder.
"I)o not send it," lie said, sternly.
! "Do nothing before I have talked with
you. 1 have something of terrible im
portance to tell you."
He had drawn her arm through his,
and was half leading, half dragging her
from the place, when with her disen
gaged hand she again olTered the man the
paper.
"If you lake auy action now you will
regret it all your life." Stoddard's
tones were so low that she alone could
hear them, but she disregarded his
words. "I know that your letter is to
Esteban Garcia. 1 know that you mean
to marry him. I have something to tell
you that ought to make you think well
before you take such an important step.
If you refuse to hear me you will rum
your life and mine."
Iu spite of his commands and asser
tions she appeared unmoved. She gave
the man the letter.
Contrary to Stodclard's expectations,
she turned then and gave lier attention
to him. He saw his advantage and
hurried her out of the place. Once she
hesitated and would have stopped, but
he drew her on toward his carriage. He
began to breathe freely when they were
on their way to the city. And then he
told her all that he had learned about
Garcia. She kept her face averted while
he talked, but every line in her rigid
little figure betrayed the fact that she was
listening. He would not spare her; he
dared not pity her, but he told the hard
facts with a directness that would have
been brutal if the necessity had been
less urgent.
44 You know that I of all men am no
scandal monger, 1 ' he said. 44 You know
that I would condemn no human creature
without proof of his unworthiness. You
j have no lather or brother to guard or
caution you, and you should therefore
I listen to your friends. You should have
kept the letter until you heard me."
lier eyes were downcast, her voice
I preternaturally grave.
I 4 4 As you are my editor you have an
unqualilied right to criticise my manu
scripts," she said; 44 but you have no
1 license to intercept my love-letters, to go
over them with a blue pencil, or yet to
1 consign them to the waste-paper basket.
You have no right to question my con
duct, but I am g ing to tako you into
my confidence, and tell you that the
; paper I gave away in spite of your remon
i strances was not a very dangerous docu
' merit. It was nothing more or less than
!an empty envelope. I gave it to a depu-
I ty-sheritf," she continued, composedly.
"lie intends to serve an injunction upon
; Garcia prohibiting him from making an
1 ascension until he lias paid one hundred
, dollars for his biography. I did not
i know that my lawyer intended to have
I the paper served to-day, or I would have
| staid away from the grounds. When I
I saw the sheriff I divined his purpose,
and asked him to put the paper in an
; envelope. I thought it would thus be
I les9 conspicuous to the audience, and
1 1 did not wish the aeronaut to be un
-1 necessurily embarrassed. The injunc
tion must have done its work, and the
j hill must have been paid, for the balloon
is in the air."
| Bhc was looking back toward Meteor
I Park, and as her companion was too
| astonished, too overjoyetf to speak, she
continued her story:
1 "I would never have pressed him for
the money, but iny lawyer manages all
matters of business for mo, aud Ee has
discovered that the Spaniard is consti
tutionally averse to paying his debts.
Now that I have been so frank with you,
I would like you to tell mc why you
thought I was going to elope. I have a
satchel with me, but even an old bache
lor like you must know that.it is not
large enough for a bridal trosseau. It
holds nothing but the tools of my trade,
pencils, envelopes, a writing pad, aud a
penknife. I was going to 'write up' the
ascension."
44 You and the aeronaut have both re
moved your luggage from Mrs. Otero's."
4 'l know nothing about the aeronaut's
luggage, but I removed mine to another
hou*ic because Mrs. Otero talks too
much. She told fibs at Meteor Park.
She said I was engaged to a jumping
jack."
Stoddard had a vague impression that
he had been making au ass of himself,
but he was too supremely happy to be
greatly concerned about it.
".-he told one true thing," he said.
"She said that I loved you. I am not
such a light and airy creature as your
ex-lover now sailing over our heads. I
am frightfully mundane, and I confess to
weighing one hundred and seventy-tivc
pounds. I cannot fly at ail. Would I
not make a better husband on that
account? I want to stay on earth, May,
and marry you.
She had Known that for a long time,
but for some inscrutable reason had tor
mented him by making him jealous.
Now she turned her face toward him. It
was womanly and sweet, and her eyes
were humid with happy tears.
"Then I am glad you cannot fly," she
said.—| Frank Leslie's.
i
1 THE Corbin Deer Park, near Newport,
N. 11., ia being inclosed with a wire
; fence, and many partridges have been
found dead in conscouence of striking
the wires in their flight. Sixty men are
i engaged in the work of fencing. The
I distance around the park is about thirty
■ i miles. In many places ledges and rocks
' have been removed by blasting and the
: ground leveled, in order that the fence
' might be built so near the ground that
' animals cannot escape.
THE JOKER'S BUDGET.
JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY
MEN OF THE PRESS.
Judging: from Looks—A Warning
A False Alarm—A Mournful Ac
companiment.
A FALSE ALARM.
Little Eddie (to his papa)— Papa, here
comes a policeman.
Papa (abank cashier) —What! Here?
Little Eddie-No, he's walking past
the house.
Papa (resinning his paper)— You little
imp! The next time you see an officer
pass the house, keep it to yourself.—
[ Epoch.
NEVER TOO I.ATE.
I licks (closing the book) —Ah, well,
it's never too late to mend!
Mrs. Hicks (snappishly)—No, not
when you've got as many children as I
have!
HIS DEMURRER.
"Send ine a single rose to tell your love,"
she said.
And he replied, "I think I'll send a note
instead;
For note and postage cost but one small
dime, all told,
While roses cost to-day just twice their
weight in gold."
.11' DOING FROM LOOKS.
"Rather odd wedding, isn't it? The
groom seems to be alone, while the bride
has her father, mother, and all the rest of
her family here. What's his name?"
"I don't know, but if looks go for any
thing I think it is Dennis."—[Philadel
phia Times.
A WARNING,
(lushington—You are the light ol my
life.
Alicia—Don't blow so much about me
or you'll put me out.
THE PALE FACE AND THE ABOKGINE.
A pale face from the East ciTcte
Went wandering into the West.
I lis stock of firearms was complete,
Hut his heart throbbed wildly in his
breast;
For he met a redskin of the plaiu
All panoplied in war's array.
In his mind the tenderfoot was slain
Before the outbreak of the fray.
Fiercely the Injun bore him down
Ami waved a bottle in the air;
Portentous was his awful frown,
But, "Gimme a corkscrew," was his
prayer. —[New York Herald.
NOT MUCH IIOI'E.
Mr. Slimpurse (after a decided refusal)
—I know what the matter is. It's be
cause lam poor. You would marry me
if I were rich.
Miss Gailie (thoughtfully)— Perhaps
so, but you would have to be very, very
rich. —[New York Weekly.
A MOCKNFUI, ACCOMPANIMENT.
Best man (at church wedding)— Gee
Whittaker! You addle pated old apol
ogy! What in creation are you tolling
the bell for?
New Sexton—Shure, didn't Oi heal
th' young leddy say wid 'er own lips thot
she'd be married wid a ring?—[New
| York Weekly.
A GLADSOME TIME.
Mother—Goodness! .Johnny! John
ny ! Why ain't you at school instead of
hurrahing around the streets like a wild
Indian?
Johnny (dancing a jig)—No school to
day !
Mother—No school? Why?
Johnny Teacher's dead. —[Good
News.
AFTER A SHORT COURTSHIP.
James, (just married) —Why so di3trait,
darling? Didn't you enjoy the ride
through the tunnel?
Mrs. James—On, so much dear! But
I can't help wondering what the world
would say.
SEASON-ABLE.
She—One swallow does not make a
spring.
lie—But several of them frequently
occasion a fall!
THE POWER OF SUGGESTION.
"Goodness gracious, what is that ?" he
cried, starting from tho table as a noise
like a cyclone working piece-work shook
the house.
"I guess it's that awkward new girl let
ouc of the cakes I baked for dinner drop,
on the floor."
"Oh,it's that; I thought the house was
only struck by lightning."—[Philadel
phia Times.
J A SUBSTITUTE WHICH WAS NEEDED.
Harry—Your remarks, Miss Jennie,
are so spieed with wit that they quite
take my breath away.
Jeuuie—l'm glad of that, for your
efforts with cloves have been flat fail
ures !
A SLIPPERY RHYME.
"There's many a slip 'twixt the cup and
the lip,
Said Willy, in manner quite chipper;
But when he gave lip to his mother
there were
No slips 'twixt the slipper and lipper.
GLORIOUS.
Daggett—Hello, Cutting, did you meet
any glorious "turn-outs" in the Park
this afternoon?
Cutting—Oh, yos, a sleigh of
pretty girls capsized.—[New York
lleiald.
HIS MISTAKE.
Amy—Young Mr. Dolley has proposed
to me.
Mabel—Of course you accepted him?
Amy—Well, no. I hud expected to;
but iu his proposal he used an irreconcil
able figure of speech, and I thought I
could not risk my life's happiness with
him. He said, "Amy will you walk
with me down the stream of life?" If he
had even said wade down the stream of
life I could have accepted him; but the
idea of walking in the water!"—[Bazar.
SOCIETY BIRDS.
I.arkin—Martens are the most stylish
of birds.
Qazzam —How so?
Larkin—They wear swallow-tails.—
[Drake's Magazine.
QUITE A DIFFERENCE.
Magistrate—What is your name?
Prisoner—Smizz.
Magistrate—l want your full name.
Prisoner's Friend—That's his full
name, Your Worship. When he's sober
his name is Smith.
MANAGING A BOY.
Mrs. Spriggs —How careful your little
boy is of his health! My boy is con
stantly running out in all sorts of
weather, without overcoat or overshoes,
no matter what I say. How do you
manage?
Mrs. Briggs—When my boy catches
cold I give him cod liver oil.
HEAVY ENOUGH.
44 What kind of cake do you call this,
Mrs. Hlcsser?" asked Gongoslin, as a
piece slipped from his fingers and fell to
the table with a crash.
,4 Pound cake," replied the landlady.
44 It is well-named. One pound to
the square inch, I presume."—[Chicago
Tribune.
ETHEL'S EXCUBE.
"You told me a falsehood last night,
Ethel," said Ethel's father. "I asked
you if Charlie Hicks had gone and you
said yes."
"No, you didn't. You asked, 4 ls that
young man gone yet?' lie ffas—awfully
gone."
MORE PLEASANT.
44 I had a very pleasant chat with
Dullard last night."
44 You did? Why, she has the reputa
tion of being rather silent and stupid."
" I know it. I did the chatting."—
[Brooklyn Life.
PHILADELPHIA'S LAMENT.
Oh, the snow, the beautiful snow!
Down from the angels' wiugs falling be
low.
How o'er the white, foamy flakes one
could gush,
If his feet were not cold as he wades
through the slush.
—I Philadelphia Press.
THE NEW NEIGHBOR.
Mrs. DeOadd That new neighbor of
yours don't go to any particular church
as I can sec. He's an atheist, ain't he?
Mrs. DeGabb—Not so bad as that, I
assure you He is what is called a Lib
eral Christian.
Mrs. DcGadd—Well. I'm glad to hear
that, and I'll call on him' this very day.
Our church is awfully in need of a new
organ and a new bell, and we ain't got
half enough collected to pay the preacher
yet. Liberal Christians is what we're
sighin' for in this town. —[New York
W eckly.
SETTLED.
Mauima (a week after the nuptials)—
Arc you nicely settled yet, Ethel?
Ethel—George thinks so, but 1 don't.
Mamma—Really! What docs George
say?
Etliel—This morning he got up and
got his own breakfast; I hoard him say:
"Well, this settles it!"—[New York Her
ald.
THE PRETTY MAID AGAIN.
"Where aic you going to, my pretty
maid?"
"I m going a milking, sir," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"Why, certainly, as fur as I'm con
cerned ;
I don't sec no use o' bavin' you hangin'
round, but I guess you'll be company for
the calf, sir," she said.—[Chicago News.
TIIE SIGHT OF THE STRIPES.
It was at the Zoo. A gentlemau was
there with his daughter. He had once
suddenly disappeared for about three
years from society simultaneously with
certain court proceedings over a broken
bank.
"Oh! come over here, papa, and see
the beautiful zebra."
"No, darling," he answered, "I can't
stand the sight of the stripes. lam
troubled with astigmatism of the eyes,
you know."—[Philadelphia Times.
WHERE HE WAS.
Tho basso prof undo was doing the
best he knew how when the director
threw his baton at him.
14 Why don't you try to sing soprano?"
he vociferated.
"You must think I'm crazy."
| 44 We11. I don't know about that; but
i you're away oil your bass."—[Philadel
! phia Record.
EPIDEMIC.
4 'Please give me a penny, Sir? Me
father's sick."
44 What's he sick of, little boy?"
4 'Work, Sir," replied the truthful beg
gar.- Epoch.
A Buried Georgia Village.
In his historical collections of Georgia,
White mentions the unearthing in 18112,
by a party of gold miners, of a buried
village of log cabins, on Duke's creek,
• i near Mount Yonah. These cabins were
about thirty in number, made of hewn
logs, and in one was found a willow
basket, and in others earthen vessels.
These houses were ten feet beneath the
surface of the ground, and the large
1 oaks growing upon them, and other evi
dences, showed that several centuries
had elapsed since they were erected. We
asked Captain Nichols about this dis
covery, and he says that it is true, and he
has talked with old men who saw the
cabins unearthed. His theory of the
history of this buried town is a very
plausible, and wo believe the correct
one. The captain says there is a story
that DeSoto and his soldiers, in their
march to the Mississippi, after reaching
the headwaters of tho Savunnah river,
struck across into this valley. This sec
tion then was occupied by two very
fierce aud warlike tribes of Indians, in
conflict with each other, but when they
heard of the white strungers marching
into theii country united their armies to
resist the invasion. They succeeded in
checking DeSoto, who was Anally driven
upon Yonah, where he fortified himself,
and it was his soldiers who built these
cabins as a protection against the win
ter. Captain Nichols says he has himself
seen near the cabins, on this side of the
mountain, n ba-ricade formed of loose
stones, and this is said to have been tjy:
work of the adventurous Spaniard aim
his men. To strengthen this theory, the
opal-eyed death-head was found near
here, and it is too fine a trinket to have
been the handiwork of Indians.—[At
lanta Constitution.
The National Jewel Box.
A jeweler says, "I was once asked by
a lady if there wore many precious stones
found in the United States. She mean%
minerals. She was of the snine opinion
of ninny others in the country, that
everything precious in that line was
found only in the Old World. There is,
1 believe, little mining here for precious
gems, but it is not because we do not
have them. Hock crystal, which admits
of such a high polish, and which is much
used in jewelry now, is found in large
quantities in North Carolina, Virginiu,
Georgia and Arkansas. There is a jet
in Colorado that is equal to any I ever
saw, and I believe there is some in Texas.
In Maine there is a mountain called
Mount. Mica,*out of Which tourmalines
to the value of a hundred thousand dol
lars a year are taken. Moonstone is
found in Virginia, and the soil of New
Mexico is enriched with sapphires, rubies
and garnets. I wish I could oomc back
to the United States one hundred years
from now. We think this is a glorious
country now. In another century the
cities of this country will surpass the de
scriptions we have of the New Jerusalem,
and millionaires will be as common ns
poor relations. You and I aro living too
soon, believe me."--[Boston Transcript.
The trials of daily life are lions which may
be slain and turned into bee bives.
FISHING IN THE ARCTIC.
When the Fish Are Pulled Out They j
Instantly Freeze Solid.
Wherever there is a level field oi' this
season's ice, inclosed by lines of hum
mocks, the fish are sure to be plenty.
Such a field as this, about half a mile
long, practically afforded a living to most
of the people in the village during the
season of 1883, because that year the ice
was very unfavorable for scaling, and
food was very scarce in "the village,
writes \ correspondent of Fores?, alul
Stream.
The fishing is carried on mostly by the
women and children, though one or
two old men generally go out, and one
or two of the younger men, when they
cannot go sealing and food is wanted at
house, will join the fishing party.
Each fisherman is provided with a
long-handled ice pick, which ho frc I
quently leaves sticking in the snow near
the fishing ground, a long line made of
strips of whalebone, reeled lengthwise on I
a slender wooden shuttle about 18 inches i
long, and provided with a copper sinker i
and two pear-shaped "jigs" of walrus |
ivory, armed with four barbies* hooks of j
copper, and a scoop or dipper made of j
reindeer antlers, with a wooden handle
about two feet long. ITardly an Esqui
maux, and especially no Esquimaux boy,
stirs out ot the house in the winter
without one of these scoops in his liund.
To every party of two or three there will
also be a good si/ed bag of sealskin,
generally made of apiece of an old kayak
cover, for bringing home the fish. Ar
riving at the fishing ground, each pro
ceeds to pick a hole through the ice,
which is about four feet thick, clearing
out the chips with the scoop. The
"jigs" arc then let down through the
hole, and enough line unreeled to keep
them just clear of the bottom, where the
fishurc playing about. The reel is held
in the right hand and serves as a short
rod, while the scoop is held in the left
hand and used to keep the hole clear of
the scum of new ice, which, of course,
is constantly forming. The line is kept
in constant motion, jerked up quickly a
short distance and then allowed to drop
back, so that the little fish that arc nos
ing about the white "jigs," after the
manner of codfish, are hooked about the
jaw or in the belly.
As soon as a fisherman feels a fish on
his hook lie catches lip a bight of the j
line with his scoop and another bel w 1
this with his reel, and thus reels up the
line on these two sticks in loose coils until j
the fish is brought to the surface, when
a skillful toss throws him oil the barblcss
hook on the ice, where lie gives oue con
vulsive flap and instantly freezes solid, i
The elastic whalebone line is thrown off
the sticks without tangling and paid out
through the hole again for another trial. !
If fish are not found plenty at the first 1
hole, the fisherman shifts his ground un- j
til he "strikes a school." They are
sometimes so plenty that they may he
hauled up. One woman will bring in
upwards of a bushel of little fish—they
are generally about five or six inches
long—from a single day's fishing. This
fishing lasts uutil the middle of May,
when the ice begins to soften. A good
many are also caught along the shores in
November in about a foot of water, when
there arc 110 tide cracks in the ice. At
this season the Esquimaux use a little
roil about two feet long, with a short line
and a little ivory squid, at which the
fish bite.
44 Nell Came Singing."
The train was running at a high rate
of speed across the country, with every
thing apparently going well, when the
speed suddenly slackened and presently
wc came to a dead stop. There had
been an accident, by which the engineer
hud been terribly hurt, auil he was
brought hack to the baggage car and oue
of the train men sent forward.
"How bad is it, .lim?" asked the con
ductor, as we were trying to do what wo
could for the poor-follow.
"So had that I shan't pull through,
Tom."
•'Don't say that! You'll he home in
twenty minutes, and the doctor won't
find it so bad."
At the end of the time specified we
stopped at a small country station, and
as the wheels ceased to roll the suffering
man looked up at the conductor and
said:
"Nell will be coming, Tom."
"Yet
''Make it as light as you can. Poor
Nell!"
And as we were lifting the burned and
bleeding body out of the side door of
the car a hit of a woman wearing the
whitest of aprons and the cutest of straw
hats, came up the platform, singing
"Annie Laurie." She had some flowers
in her hand, culled from the front door
yard for her Jim, and she had almost
passed us on her way to the engine when
she taught sight of our burden, cried
out in her feur and agony, and fell as
one dead.
"Poor Nell, she came singing,"
moaned the engineer.
"Poor Nell!" whispered every one
gathered about, and for long hours as we
sued forward each signal whistle from
tne hand of the man who had looked
upon that picture of woe and misery
seemed to shriek out the words, "Poor
—poor Nell!"—[New York Sun.
Immigration for 1800.
During the past year 914 steamships
brought to this port from Europe 99,180
cabin passengers and 371,593 steerage
passengers. This, with the exception of
the year 1883, is the largest number of
immigrants landing at the port of New
York.
The steamships that arrived from Euro
pean ports are: 43 from the Baltic, 237
from Hamburg and Bremen, 02 from the
Mediterranean, 305 from Liverpool and
Queenstown, 20 from London, 97 from
Glasgow and Moville, 50 from Rotter
dam aud Amsterdam, 55 from Antwerp,
and 55 from Havre and Bordeaux.
In the past year 891 passenger steam
ships arrived in this port and brought
here 90,080 cabin passengers aud 315,227
steerage passengers.
The immigration during 1890 was
principally from Eastern Europe, and
when the report of the Commissioner of
Immigration is published it will show
that there has been an immense increase
of immigrants from Russia, Austria and
Italy, nearly all of whom went into the
mining districts.
The immigrants from British ports lo
cated themselves in New England, Illi
nois and San Francisco, and it was a re
markable feature iu the immigration of
those people that fewer than ever before
settled in the State of New York.—
[New York News.
Chloral Killed Napoleon 111.
Count Herisson, in the last volume of
his "Mcmoires," gives this new account
of the fatal illness of Napoleon 111. and
its termination. The Emperor was suf-
I fering, as is known, from stone in the
I bladder. In January, 1873, his return
to France and the restoration of the Em
pire were in immediate prospect, and so
he subjected himself to an operation in
England. It was only a simple matter
of crushing the stone. Besides the spe
cialist, Sir Henry Thompson, Sir IV.
Gull was in attendance, and after the
operation gave the Emperor every evening
a dose of chloral. The Emperor did not
bear the drug well, and finally, on the
evening of .January 8, refused to take
more, lie was persuaded, however, by
the Empress to reconsider his refusal.
At 9 o'clock he fell asleep. He awoke
first for a few minutes the next morning
at 10, and then died, poisoned, as lleris
son says, by the opiate that was too
| strong for his weak condition. The
facts of the case were not generally 4
| known. The trusted councillor of the
| Emperor, Count I.a Chnpellc, however,
knew of the true state of affairs at. once,
as he was the unwilling listener to the
resulting quarrel of the two English doc
tors at. the Emperor's bier.—[St. Louis
Star Sayings.
THE MOQUI SNAKE DANCE.
Ghost Dancing is Sedateness Itself
in Comparison with It._
"Benjamin Brink, Moqui, Ariz.," was
written on the register at the Palmer
House yesterday by u robust-looking
man of GO, somewhat stoop-shouldered.
[ "From what I have heard of the 'ghost
| dance,'" said Mr. Brink, 44 1 cannot see
; why it should stir up such a row. The
j 'snake dance,' i believe, is ten times
more exciting, nub the Zuni, Navajo and
Mooui Indians on the reservation near
' my home work themselves into a perfect
frenzy during its progress, hut ncvor
think of molesting the whites.
"It is part of their religion, though,
■ and if any attempt were made to stop it
! I believe there would be bloodshed. The
I dance takes place once in two years.
The last one was celebrated in July.
I'reparations were made several weeks
before it came off, and I was as anxious
Ito he a spectator as tlicy were. A
i stranger or wilder ceremony I never saw.
, I hope I shall never see it again. The
, dance took place just before sundown,
and I got uimn a high ledge where I
1 could get a good view. The space
allowed for the dance was not large, and
I was enclosed. Fifteen fine-lookiug In
! dians began to walk rather slowly at first
around a huge stone in the centre of the
I enclosure. They were almost uaked,
1 and every part of their bodies, even to
their feet, was smeared with a red and
! green paint. Each man had a fox's
, scalp dangling from his waist, and iu
each hand carried a rattle made of a
gourd. Hoofs of deer were tied around
their ankles and wrists, and at each step
and movement of the arm noise enough
was made to wake the dead.
The suakes to he used in the dauce
had been caught several days before the
fete, and just before the dance had been
; placed in a cluster of trees beneath where
, I stood. After the men had yelled till
1 they were hoarse, and had made them
' selves tired with stamping on the ground,
, fifty more painted redskins came rushing
down a hill, filed into the enclosure, ana
then began such a tumult as I never
, want to hear again. At a given signal
the sixty-five now thoroughly frantic
men made a rush for the grove where
the snakes were hidden. Each man came
rushing hack with a wriggling and
squirming snake, its neck between his
teeth so it could not bite him, re-entered
the ring, and began a slow walk around
; the center stone. The reptiles hissed
j and dashed their tails a* d bodies around
thenecks of the apparently mad red
men. Several of them were bitten by
the snakes, which were the most veno
, mous in the country. It is a wonder all
of the performers were not bitten. Two
of them died in a day or two after the
dance, the herbs applied not being suf
ficient to draw out the poison.
"After the ceremony each man snatched
his snake from his mouth, ran down into
the valley below, and there the reptiles
were set free. The Indiaus were thor
oughly exhausted after their violent
exercise and could scarcely crawl buck
up the hill. From what I could learn
such ceremonies as the 'snake dance'
have been held for centuries."— [Chicago
Tribune.
Ants as Surgeons.
Ants are terrible fighters. They havo
very powerful jaws, considering the size
of their bodies, ami therefore their
method of fighting is by biting, says the
New York Examiner.
They will bite oue another and hold
| on with a wonderful grip of the jaws,
even after their legs have been bitten off
,by other ants. Sometimes six or eight
, ants will be clinging with a death grip
to one another, making a peculiar spec
tacle, some with a leg gone uud some
with half the body gone. Oue singular
fact is that the grip of the ant's jaw is
retained even after the body has been
bitten off and nothing but the head re
mains.
This knowledge i 9 possessed by a cer
tain tribe of ludians in Brazil, who put
the ants to a very peculiar use. When
an Indian gets a gash cat in h s hand,
instead of having his linnd sewed to
gether, as physicians do iu this country,
he procures five or six lurge black ants,
and holding their heads near the gash
they bring their jaws together in biting
the flesh, and thus pull the two sides ox
the gash together.
Tigers Braver Than Lions.
One time, in order to test the cour
age of a Bengal tiger uud a lion, said a
well-known showman, we placed a
shooting cracker in the respective cages
and tired the fuses. As soon as the fuses
began to burn they attracted the atten
tion of both animals, hut iu a widely
dillerent mauner, The lion drew into a
corner and watched the proceedings
with a distrustful and uneasy eye. The
tiger, on the contrary, advanced to the
burning fuse with a firm 'step and un
flinching gaze., On reaching the cracker
he took his paw and began to roll it over
the fioor, and when it exploded beneath
his very nose he did not flinch, hut con
tinued his examination until perfectly
satisfied. The lion betrayed great fear
when he heard the report of the explosion,
and for quite a time could not he coaxed
out of his den.—[Boston Transcript.
A Judicial Irish Bull.
The following anecdote of a minor
light of the Irish bench, though not
precisely a "bull" pure and simple, be
longs more or less to that fertile family.
A wife had suffered untold cruelties at
the hands of a harbarbous husband, and
in self-defense she "took the law of
him;" hut just before the tnal she re
lented, and told the Judge she wished to
leave the punishment aud the case to
God.
"I regret, my good woman," replied
the great official, ' that we cannot do
that; the case is far too important."—
[London World.
If you don't know whether a thing it
tvroug or not, notice who endorses it.