TO A HEAD OF LORD BYRON. | Some men their smiling fates endow With power to please n* tsoon as seen. With charm of hyacinthine brow, Atd symmetry of mien. Such power was thino. Each story told. With comment from thy burning eye. By lips of such a godlike mold. Claimed immortality. Strange, radiant sorcerer! Thy spell On man or maid had equal might To make all heaven look dark as hell. Or almost blinding bright. For ns who, In a colder ago. Aver thy lines want m%ny a grace, 'Tis well if o'er th' impassioned page We see thy proud young face. Then, gallant heart, to shipwreck tost By the world's madness and thine own, Wo hear once more thy accent lost. And thy resistless tone. —Theodore C. Williams In Harper's Weekly. ON THE SNAGS. A firm, quick step sounded behind her on the hard country road, and though slio well knew whose step it was, and her heart throbbed and her breath came quicker, she only turned her head non chalantly and said flippantly: "Oh! It is you?" "Yes, It is me. You know it was me. Aro you going to throw me over?" and tho big fellow's voice shook and his fair face flushed with pain. "Throw you over! Gentlemen never use Blang—to ladies." "You know what I mean. Jean, are you aware that you refused to dance overy dance with me today?" "I really forget: my memory, you know" "Ono moment, if you please, and then I have done. Is it yes or no?" "Hunt, don't be stupid. You know 1 hate to be remarked on." "And so do I, and I will not again be subjected to the remarks I heard today. Once more, is it yes or no?" "Well, no, then, if you press the point." "Be it so." And, with a grave bow, Hunt Ashly turned and was gone. Pretty Jean Inslow was stunned for a moment, then swallowed a gulp in her throat as pride battled to the front. "Let him go. If a man is such a fool that ho can't see —pshaw! nobody cares." And then, to prove that nobody did caro, she sat down and cried until her pretty oyes looked like a stewed ferret's and hor protty littlo nose had the ap pearance of an apoplectic lobster. "There's one thing morally certain," she continued—"of all things in the wido world there's nothing I hato like men." This last remark was made out loud, and intended for tho benefit of the trees and the wide eyed purple violets: but, alas! it reached the cars of a tall fellow, witli blond hair, who stood just on tho other side of the*lossoming hedge. Ho gave a slight whistle and cotn prossed his lips a littlo firmer as he strodo off under tho low, drooping trees, without once looking behind. "Well, I have done it now. I'm glad he heard me say I hated him. Nobody cares. I'll go to the dance tonight with Phil, and flirt too." And Jean, with her head very high in the air, tried to persuade herself that she really didn't care. Hunt Ashly went on down the road through the shaded village Btrect and stopped at tho gate of a vine wreathed cottage. A black oyed, pleasant faced girl was tying np some of tho vines on t, rilises. "Bess," ho said, helping her twine up a golden lipped jasmine, "will you go to tho dance with me tonight?" "Whnt? Where's Jean?" "Quarreled." "Ah! I see. I'm invited for cat's paw, eh?" "No. I asked you because I did not wish to go alone." "Well, all right, I'll go. Tho fact is, I've quarreled with Phil, and—and I'd rather go with you than not." Jean and Bess wore tho two prettiest girls in the village, and the two best dancers besides, and that night when Jean and Phil appeared Bess and Hunt had just finished the first set. Each took in the situation at a glance. Bess and Jean called each other hard namos under their breath and hated each other in a small minded, womanly way intensely. The men stood and eyed each other fiercely and pulled their mustaches, and looked as if it would givo them the most exquisite pleasure to annihilate each other. "Phil," said Joan, "come out on the piazza with me." "The piazza? Oh, certainly! But where are they going?" "Following us, it seems." Close as their own shadows Hunt and Bess stuck to them, and, though thoro were a great many tender things nttered on both sides, there was certainly not very much scope for so called flirtation. "Bess," presently called Jean, "are you going boating tomorrow?" "Yes, perhaps." "Miss Bess is going in my boat. Whose l>oat do you grace, Miss Jean? (Con found that gibbering idiot 1)" "Oh, Phil's, of course," leaning ten derly toward him. ("I hate Bess Miller! His boat, indeed!") And the next morning the gayly painted boats rocked over the heart of the pulsing river as the stalwart arms of the oarsmen rowed against the gur gling ripples; then, throwing down their oars, they lazily drifted back with the current. But the two boats Jean and Bess were in still shot np the stream. "Hunt, let us go back. We'll be on the snags presently!" And Bess' face was ashen pale. "Call Phil back; he must be mad!" And Jean, in the other boat, was say ing: "Phil, drive on the snags. You don't caro, and I don't. Hunt knows the dan gor. He'll stop in time." It was a dangerous place, wliero the drifted logs from the mountain torrents lay imbedded in )he mud and reared their heads like gaunt, devouring alli gators waiting for their prey. At high water the boats would have cleared them easily, but now they lurked a hidden death beneath the throbbing water. Suddenly Hunt Ashly's boat shot ahead, daring the warning snags. "Madman, what do you mean? If life is so cheap, you're welcome to the death you covet! Jean, come into my boat, 1 command you," and Hunt's voice had a ring in it Jean had nevr heard before. "Command, indeed!" shouted Phil, hoarsely. "You aro pretty richly freighted. What more woultt you have?' "Jean." Then the two bright glancing boats clashed, and over they turned, and with two tremendous cries, "Hunt!" "Phil!" down among the driftwood the two couples went, but together—for Hunt had sprang to Jean and Phil to Bess— and both were battling for the vine covered banks. As each ono deposited his dripping load safely under the low spreading trees, an embarrassed silence fell on the quartet Hunt was the first to break it "I say, Phil, there has been a con founded mistake somewhere. These girls have been playing us a nice game, truly." "No such thing. It wasn't us," and Boss' face rivaled the trumpet flowers over her head. "We'll get the boats righted now, and sottlo that question later," and, with a wicked laugh in his eyes, Phil walked off to where his painted Bess was rol licking, bottom upward, among the vines and creepers. It did not take twenty minutes to get the tipsy shells afloat. With the airs of "conquering heroes," tho young men stood by their respective crafts. "Choose your boats, young ladies!" Indignant chorus under the trees: "To say men don't take advantage. Oh, this is too much! To make us choose! How moanl" A whispered colloquy: "Bess, you choose first." "Oh, no! Jean, you choose." Tho young men stood regarding them with owlish gravity. "You will catch cold if you do not hasten," from the boats. "Thoy might save our pride. I'm aw fully chilly, Bess." (Sneeze.) "So am I, oh!" (Two —three sneezes.) Then Mr. Hunt Ashly, with horrible visions of cold and catarrh, walked up to Miss Jean Inslow and prisoning the two little hands in one of his, and en circling the drenched, trembling little figure, kissed her flower face aflame. "Now will you come?" "Yes, Hunt." And Meekness walked obediently to her cockle shell namesake. "I wouldn't have dono it, Bess," mur mured Phil, after he had performed the same operation, "if you had como your self." Miss Meekness Number Two followed the lead of Meekness Number One. but gave one last feminine claw. And tomorrow was come, and Bess tripped over to Bee Jean. Marvelous, what friends these two had become! There was never Buch a thing in the world as a cold—never! "Hem! have you seen anybody today?" "No. Have you seen some one?" "No." (Intolligiblo very.) "Oh, there's yours at the gatot" "Oh, and yours tip the road." # # * # • "Phil and I have concluded on a double wedding tomorrow. We've waited as long as wo intend to wait, and I've bespoken tho parson for 12 tomorrow; so, Joan, put your hands in mine—you don't hate me now, do you?— and tell mo my wife will make my tea tomorrow evening." And pretty, coquettish Jean said "Yes." Coquettes make the most submissive wives, they say, and, moreover, she said a great many other foolish things to that big, enraptured fellow, who fell down, figuratively speaking, and kissed tho prints of her tiny boots. And Phil and Bess under the amber lipped jasmine bower had their own lit tle explanations. "You said you would never ask me again, Phil. You swore it." "And did I, sweetheart?" "No-o; but somehow" "But somehow I did, didn't I? Bless those deathly old snags"—a sound which genorally follows the meeting of four lips—"Did you know that Hunt and Jean are going to be married tomorrow?" "Impossible!" "But they are, for I heard thorn ask tho parson; and, Bess, 1 asked the par son too, and tho parson's wife heard ns, and she's the veriest old gossip, you know, and it's all over the village by this time; and here's the ring, and 1 won't risk any more delays." And the ring fitted so nicely, and was so becoming to the little brown hand that Boss said well, if Jean did, she would. And Jean did, and BO Bess did. —C. H. in New York News. Male Mortality In New Orleans. There seems to be something pretty sorious the matter with the men of Now Orleans. There are 15,000 more womon than men there; nevertheless five men die to every four women. The trouble comes betwoen the ages of twenty-one and fifty. Between the ages of thirty and fifty tho ratio of mortality is nearly Iwo men to one woman. Among whites and blacks the same curious state of things prevails. The doctors cannot ex plain why it happens so, bnt it is evi dent that there is going to be a corner in males In New Orleans unless some one finds out The excess of women be gan after the war, and has been increas ing ever since, and especially during the lost twelve years.—Atlanta Constitution. Sir Boyle Roche's Famous "Break." When Sir Boyle Roche made his famous speech, "I smell a rat; 1 see him floating in the air; but mark ine, sir, 1 trill nip him in the bud," his ideas were clear enough, but ho lost sight of rats, sir and buds in the thought that was in >ls mind.—Youth's Companion. Intcrnattoikal Boat Racing. It is possible that there will be an in ternational rowing match arranged be fore the close of the rowing season of 1802. For some time past an informal correspondence has been carried 011 be tween the president of the Oxford Uni versity Boatclub and the rowing men of both Harvard and Yale colleges in the United States. The medium of commtinicatioo was Mr. Chase Mellin, an old Brasenose oar, who is at present residing in the states. The idea was to bring Oxford against the winners of the Harvard-Yale match. Harvard has al ways expressed a willingness to ratify an international match if such a thing was possible, and the only hitches likely to occur were the locale and the time. In an interview with R. C. Lehmann, the coach of the Oxford crew, that gentle man says: "The Oxford University Boatclub is very anxious to arrango a match with the winner of the Yale-Harvard match this year. Informal communications have, I believe, come from the other side of the Atlantic, and have been an swered by Mr. Fletcher, who is now president of the O. U. B. C." Mr. Lehmann thought that a race might be arranged on the river Thames, between Putney and Mortlako, in the month of September, and that Mr. Fletcher and his companions expect to get a favorable reply is an open secret. It is a well known fact that a joint com mittee of Harvard and Yale has favored this project for some years, and it was the intention of the Americans to invite a representative crew of English college rowers to Chicago next season to tuke part in the national regatta there. It is more than probable that the winners of the Harvard-Yale race will meet the English rowers on the river Thames this year, and then ask for a return contest next year at Chicago.—London Sporting Life. Worth Twenty Thousand Dollars to Illm. I. N. Locke, of Wayne county, Ind., was formerly an active trader. In Ma}', 1872, he was in Chicago and bought a lot for a small sum. He put the deed in an envelope and placed it in his pocket with other papers. A few days after ward he lost the envelope and all its contents. He advertised for it, but real ly cared only for the notes, thinking the lot of little value. John Ritchey, a vic tim of softening of the brain, was wan dering aimlessly on the street the day Locke lost his papers. He found them and laid them away, and even after his death no notice was taken of the sup posed worthless papers. A short time ago John Ritchey found the package and gave it to Mr, Locke, and through his attorney his claim has been estab lished. Had the deed remained con cealed a few days longer the twenty years would havo expired and no claim allowable. It is a lot in the boulevard addition, and the parties occupying it have given Mr. Locke $20,000 for a quit claim.—Chicago Letter. Money in Trust for a Cat. In Paris there is a cat whose future welfare has become quite a question of publio interest. The animal belonged to a Mme. Dubrai, and his mistress was so fond of him that slio left a sum of money in trust to the mayor of the third arrondisement, in which she re sided, for the use of the scholastic fund (Caisse des Ecoles) on condition that a certain amount shall go toward pussy's maintenance. A trusty person is to be nominated by tho mayor, who will under take to house the lucky cat and give him three meals a day, consisting of such delicacies as lights, liver and heart. It is estimated that after this charge has been met there will only be about 200 francs a year left for tho fund, and the question now agitating public functionaries is whether that sum is worth the responsibility to bo incurred. —Paris Letter. Queer Antic* of Clouds. Tuesday afternoon, during tho rain and hailstorm, a cloud was observed a few miles south of this place that acted very strangely, to say the least. It was quite near the ground and seemed to be violently agitated. Suddenly the cloud seemed to bnrst asunder, ono part going to the northwest and only forty or fifty feet from the earth. One of tho sections passed over or through the tops of some tall poplar trees and shaved them off as if a gigantic mowing machine had passed that way. A heavy hailstorm also passed over a narrow strip of coun try near there, and at Sand Slough there were piles of them still remaining in spots late Wednesday morning. Very little hail fell here, and it was so small as to be scarcely noticeable.—Lomooro (Cal.) Leader. A Church Shed for Bicycles. The Center church committoe is going to set aside one of tho horse sheds as a bicycle shed. Not a few persons who attend the Sunday and week night meet ings ride to and from tho church on bicycles. Now they have to leave their bicycles outside, where the small boys tamper with them and where, in case of a sudden shower, the machines would be injured. The shed will bo inclosed and conveniently arranged for tho stor age of bicycles. So far as we can learn the Center church is the first in the country to provide a bicycle shed.— Manchester (Conn.) Herald. Trouble in the St. Cluir Tunnel. Great trouble is being experienced in ventilating the St. Clair tunnel, which was opened last year. Owing to the steep grades very heavy engines aro used for working the tunnel section, and such quantities of smoke come from these engines that it is difficult to get men who aro willing to run them. It is now proposed fitting smoke consumers to the engines with a view of mitigating the nuisance.—New York Times. Mummy I'uint. Mummies taken from the Egyptian tombs, beaten into a fine powder and mixed with oil for paint is ono of tho latest industries of Cairo. Tho color of this human dust paint is a rich brown of lively tone.—St. Louis Republic. Engllih and ApuM'totm Land Owneri. There is a constant feud between the suburban residents and tho Sunday ex cursionists. The suburban resident goes to New York in the morning and goes back in the afternoon, except on Sun day, when he stays at home. It would suit him if the Sunday train service were almost entirely stopped, except one morning train out into the country and one evening train back to let his per sonal friends go out and spend tho day with him. The Sunday excursionist represents to him a concentration of the destructive forces of mankind, so he goes to Tuxedo or Wave Crest or some reservation where excursionists are not permitted to go, and when he gets rich enough he builds a place in the midst of grounds wide enough to hide him from the road, and puts out watch men to prevent people he does not want from coming in and tramping on the grass. This is more an American than an English feeling. In England almost all of the show country places are open to visitors under rsstrictions which are generally observed. It would be re garded as an improper and unsocial thing for an Englishman with a line country place to drive people off the grounds. Instead of that ho welcomes visitors and provides guides to take them around and look after them.—New York Sun. liig Prices for Old Toys. Old toys so very seldom survive the rough work which their possessors give them that if by any chance they do weather the storm thoy become extremely valuablo. A collection of old playthings, many of which belonged to royal chil dren, has just been sold at the Hotel Drouot, and some of the articles fetched prices which even their artistic merit and their strange survival of the vicissi tudes would hardly have seemed to merit. For instance, a little doll, rather less than a foot high, but clad in a pan oply of steel, "armed at all points ex actly cap-a-pie." but perfectly modeled, and made at the time when Louis XIII sat on the throne of France, sold for 615 francs; and oven this price was eclipsed by that given for a tiny set of carriages carved in wood and accompanied by little wooden soldiers, made not consule planco, but when Napoleon was first consul, which brought in neary 1,000 francs. A miniature kitchen, interest ing as being an exact model of that use ful houshold apartment, tempo Louis XVI, and a little jointed doll, sixteen inches high, dressed in a broche silk Wattoau dress, fetched 840 francs and 110 francs respectively. Many other toys belonging to bygone epochs sold at almost fancy prices.— Oaliguani Mes senger. Rut Exterminators. An old trapper has been bringing from the mountains for two weeks a number of peculiar little animals that have puz zled a good many people to tell what they were. They are about the size of a common cat and have large bushy tails like that of the raccoon. Their bodies are long and slender and well protectod with a thick growth of brown ish colored hair. Their eyes aro black and snapping and when teased they growl and spit like a cat, showing a row of teeth as sharp as cambric needles. Tho namo of these little animals is the Bassiris, anil they aro a species of tho civit cat, ranking between the fox and the weasel. They are better than all the pussies in creation as rat exterminators, and about twenty of them have been turned loose in different warehouses and livery stables in this city.—San Francis co Call. Raving on Wooden Legs. A race on wooden legs from Bordeaux to Biarritz and back, a distance of 803 miles, was begun yesterday. Eighty one stilt runners entered for this race left the Hotel de la Gironde at 8 o'clock yosterday morning, being "played off" by a brass band. They were accom panied by a party of bicyclists, whoso duty was to see that fair play was ob served. Among the racers was the Arcachon baker, Silvain Dornon, who traveled on stilts, or claimed to have done so, from Paris to Moscow. A quarter of an hour after the stilt racers had set out from Bordeaux a party of eighteen women and young girls, also mounted on stilts, left Bor deaux for Cerans, having undertaken to run there and back, a distance of fifty miles, in the day.—London News. Hydrophobia and the Dog Catchers. A great deal of rot about hydrophobia is being printed in the newspapers just now. It is done, we suppose, in order not so much to scare people into having their pet dogs licensed and mnzzled as to give the dog catchers tho sort of moral support they certainly need in the pursuit of their infamous business. So yarns about mad dogs and their depre dations are invented and published, a great many sensitive people aro terror ized and the dog catcher drives a profit able trade. There is no truth in these blood curdling tales. There has not been a caso of hydrophobia in Chicago this year, and it is a question whether there actually ever has been any.—Chi cago News. Renewing Old Straw liatn. "Don't throw away your straw hat becauso it if. discolored by rain," said a hatter this morning. "Scrub it with wet corumeal, and then hang it up for a few minutes in sulphur smoke. It will come out as white as a brand new one." —Cincinnati Times-Star. Blaudyte is the name given to the new material made of Trinidad asphalt and waste rubber. It resists the heat of high pressure steam and lasts well in the presence of oil and grease. The harbor works in Lisbon are nbont to be abandoned, as far as improvements are concerned, as the contractor finds himself unable to carry on the work. 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Checks, Drafts, and Letters of Exchange on Foreign Bauka catted at reasonable raft*. E. M. GERITZ, 23 years in Germany and America, opposite the Central llotel. Centre Street, FreelaecL The Cheapest Repairing Store in town. Watches. Clocks and Jewelry. New Watches, Clocks and Jewelry on hand for the Holi. days; the lowest cash price in town. Jewelry repaired in short notice. All Watch Re pairing guaranteed for one year. Eight Day Clocks from $3.00 to $12.00; New Watches from SI.OO up. E. M. GERITZ, Opposite Central Hotel, Centre St., Fit eland. GO TO Fisher Bros. Livery Stable FOB FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS At Short Notice, for Weddings, Parties and Funerals. Front Street, two squares below Frecland Opera House. * C. D. ROHRBACH, Dealer In—— Hardware, Paints, Varnish, Oil, Wall Paper, Mining Tools and mining Sup plies of all kinds, Lamps, Globes, Tinware, Eto. Having purchased the stock of Wm. J. 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