THE DAIXES WEEKLY CmipNICLE, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1892. ;
TO ' JfciwME'S DANCING FEET.
Haw, aa a ptder'a web la spaa .
With subtle grace and art.
Do thy light footsteps, every one,
Uross and reoross my beartl
Sow taere, now there, and to and fro .
Their winding mazes tarn;
Thy (airy fuel so lightly go
They seem the earth to spurn;
Yet every step leaves there behind
A something when yon dance. -That
serves to tangle op my mind
And all my soul entrance.
Bow, as the web the spiders spin
And wanton breezes blow.
Thy soft and Hlmy laces In
A swirl around thee flowl
The cobweb 'neath thy chin that's crossed
Remains demurely put.
While those are ever whirled and tossed
That show thy saucy foot;
That show the silver grayness of
. Thy stockings' silken sheen,
' And mesh of snowy skirts above
The silver that is seen.
Bow, as the spider from his web
Dangles in light suspense.
Do thy sweet measures' flow and ebb
Sway my enraptured sense!
Thy flutt'rlng lace, thy dainty airs.
Thy every charming pose
There are not more alluring snares
To bind me with than those.
Swing onl .Sway onl With easy grace
Thy witching steps repeat!
The love I dare not to thy face
i offer at tby reel.
, - W. l. Ell wanger in Century.
SUPERSTITION.
JUNE 8.
' Late one evening Miss Genevieve Har
rington, prima donna assolnta of the
Cosmopolitan opera company, accompa
nied by a very proper and trim French
maid, and a very improper and startling
array of trunks, embarked npon the
great steamship Westmoreland, outward
bound.
Upon the same ship Mr. Henry Win
throp set foot Home minntes later.
Everybody knew Mile. Genevieve, Her
-wonderful voice and her pretty self had
taken the operatic world by storm.
.Nobody knew Harry he was only a
tall young man, fresh from college, with
his triumphs all before him.
The very first sensation that Harry
felt on awakening the following morn
ing was one of much pain.
. The upper deck was drenched with
water. Blinding sheets of spray were
sweeping over the rails and coursing in
little streams around the bulkhead.
Harry drew his mackintosh tighter
around him, and crouching down under
a lifeboat proceeded to light a cigarette.
.Match after match sputtered and went
out. At last, after numberless unsuc
cessful attempts, a light was obtained
Aid Harry settled down for a comfort
able smoke.
"Oh!"
" Harry leaped to his feet. What was
that? With the instinct of an old foot
ball player, he bent down and braced :
himself firmly against the davits.
A bundle of waterproofs dashed across i
the sloping deck with a rapidity that '
- would have made a cannon ball ashamed 1
of its. slowness, and precipitated itself '
fairly in his arms.
i Two hands clasped the sleeve of his
- mackintosh. He looked down at them. .
-iVery pretty hands they were, small and j
white.
Be studied the bundle of waterproofs
more carefully. Yes, without doubt, it j
was a womau. More than that fact he
could not learn she was laughing. A
' pair of dark eyes looked up at him, then i
the lids drooped demurely over them,
) "1 beg yonr pardon, sir," he heard the '
voice say. "1 hope 1 have not quite killed I
you. If you will release me now, 1 think (
J can get safely back."
? "Release you, madam?" said Harry in ',
a melancholy tone. "Release you! No! :
(Yon . would be swept overboard, and 1 '
would never forgive myself. Cling to :
me, despite my years 1 am still strong,
and 1 will rescue yon."
'But 1 don't want to be rescued," per-
rated the voice. "Or, if you will, take
my arm instead of my my waist."
"Madam," said Harry, removing his
cap with his unoccupied hand, "forgive '
me. In the confusion of the moment 1
only thought of stopping your mad rush j
to destruction. Had you gotten by me !
and reached the goal my reputation as '
full back would have been ruined."
A few minutes later they were seated !
ton the lee side of the cabin out of the
reach of the wind and spray,
t "Pray let me introduce myself. 1 am
Harry Winthrop," began that enterpris- '
ing young person.
"And 1 am Genevieve Harrington, i
,Tve seen you before. One evening not 1
long ago you sat in the right hand bos
of the Cosmopolitan."
, Harry smiled benignly. "Yes, and ,
last fall you sat on the tally ho 1 slid
under when we lost the ball. Isn't it
qneer you noticed me, though, in the
theater? Do you know what 1 was
thinking of? I'd have given my bead to
have known that you knew 1 was there.
Couldn't throw you any flowers, you
know, because 1 didn't have any money
to get them with. Never do have
'much."
, "Yes," said Genevieve dreamily, "1
knew you were there. I'll never forget
ihow afraid 1 was when you threw your
self under the frightened horses just to
get that miserable football 1 was
Snappy, too, afterward when you won the
igame by your long run. Myl How they
did cheer, didn't they?"
J "Lunch is served for the first table,"
bouted the deck steward, thrusting his
-ihead ont of the cabin door.
j Harry jumped to his feet. "Will you i
let me take you down. Miss Harring
ton? I'm awfully afraid 1 have been
boring you to death, but when I get
istarted won't you pledge friendship
with me in a little champagne?", he said
earnestly. "I'd like to be your friend."
1 "But 1 never drink anything at all."
j -Neither do L" laughed Harry "Let's
ishake bands anyway." Genevieve laid
jher hand in his, and the impulsive young
ruple went down to dinner.
As Harry said long afterward, "that
Idinner settled it." A few miserable
faced people were at the tables, every
snow and then a person would enter the
Isaloon with the grim determination to
get through that meal or die.
I But they did neither. Nature would
mercilessly assert its 'sway, and they
, ! would slink .hastily back to their state
I rooms. . Looks of , hatred were cast at
. the laughing trio at the captain's table.
Vj But they were not heeded.-. .
j ' The captain spun out long sea yarns
'1 to his heart's content: Genevieve poured
" ': out the captain's tea, and Harry put in
i bis time by being ridiculously happy.
' junk 14, 1:37 p. at., et sEQurrua. .
Harry looked on moodily. Miss Har
; rington was 'lying lazily back' in her
. ; chair, shading herself, from the rays of
. the hot sun with a dainty parasol.
She was literally surrounded by young
j men of all kinds and ages, but all of.
them in the same condition of servitude. .
One of them was occupied in. violently '
I fanning her. Another was so 'much
; afraid she would catch cold' that he cov
ered her carefully over with a great
'steamer rug.
Unembarrassed by these many atten
tions, Genevieve was looking at the tall
figure of Winthrop as he leaned against
: the cabin some distance away from the
group, and eyed her .many, .admirers
with a disdainful shrug of the shoulders.
"Oh, Mr. Winthrop." The clear voice
broke in upon Harry's meditations.
"You called me. Miss Harrington?"
"Yes. Come over and talk tome. 1
' want your advice. . Mr. Thorndyke was
' just saying that he thought my parasol
' was a decided red. Do you think it is?"
Mr. Thorndyke's face contracted with
such a sudden look of surprise that his
eyeglass fell into his lap. "But, my
j dear Miss Harrington, 1 never said any
; thing of the sort: I assure you I was
thinking" '
i "It is too late to retract now," retorted
Genevieve saucily. "If you didn't say
it, you .were going to. Now, 1 don't
think it's a bit gaudy."
j The look on Harry's face at that mo
ment was more grave than even the
Sphynx could boast of. "That's what
the monkey remarked when he painted
Ms tail bine," he ventured politely. "Not
, a bit gaudy." .
j He examined "the offending parasol
J with a- critical eye. "No,' not a bit
, gaudy. It only needs a touch or two of
Veronese green to make it absolutely
quiet" "7 ' ; . , . , '
. "Awful boor, that man,., isn't he?" j
whispered Mr. Thorndyke confidentially.
Genevieve looked at him calmly.
"Do you think so?-, You don't need to
. fan me any more. I'm nearly frozen to
death, and 1 can't bear this great thick
rug over me: I'm too warm now; and if
! you ever say such a thing again I'll I'll
! box your ears. Give me your arm, Mr.
Winthrop, 1 want to walk."
A disconsolate group of men watched
her in surprised silence as she rose, took
Harry's arm anil moved proudly away.
"What an air she has!" exclaimed one
of them admiringly. ' -
"Yes," assented the collapsed Mr.
Thorndyke sadly, "but it is air in mo
tion; violent motiou too. Regular whirl
wind. Isay." The gronp adjourned to
the smoking room.
Genevieve turned suddenly to Harry.
"What made yon say such bad things to
me?" she asked reproachfully.
They walked on a minute in silence.
"Because.' said Harry, "I'm a fooL
Genevieve Miss Harrington no, I'm
going to call yon Genevieve. You'll
laugh at me. 1 know. I'm awfully
yonng, disgracefully young, in fact. 1
don't know very much, 1 suppose, and 1 1
haven't any money, and I can't do any
thing; but but I'm terribly in love with
you. And I suppose 111 grow older some '
day, and I'll work until I'm rich" !
"1 don't want you to be rich, Harry. 1
1 wouldn't like you half so well that I
way." i
"And 1 don't want you to like me," re- j
torted this straightforward young man: i
"1 want you to love me. Do you?" j
Genevieve rested her pretty head on
one side. "Sometimes 1 almost think 1 i
do," she answered softly. "Oh, Harry, j
how could you? There's that awful Mr. !
Thorndyke looking right at us, and I i
know he saw you."
"Saw me kiss you? Oh, you may as;
well say it. You don't care, do you? I'll '
kill him if you want me to. Say, Gen
evieve, 1 think you're awfully pretty."
"So do 1." replied Miss. Harrington.
She looked uncertainly at her somewhat
impetuous admirer. Her lips were
smiling tremulously, but there shone a
grave light in her eyes.
"Harry," she said suddenly, "I'm go
ing to run away now. Come to me this
eveniug I've a long story to tell you,"
and before he could remonstrate she had
slipped away
JUNK 17, EVENING.
"Can 1 light a cigarette, Genevieve?
Tm prosaic, 1 know, but you see 1 was
so happy 1 just forgot what I was doing,
and 1 ate a terribly big dinner,, and I'm
afraid" Harry looked questioningly
through the dim light at his companion.
"Isn't this jolly?" he continued, after
a minute. "All alone by ourselves, and
the propeller going kerthump, kerthump,
down below us. Just look at the path
the ship makes. It almost seems as if
yon could walk right out there and come
to the end of the world. '
"But 1 forgot, you're going to tell me
a story, ain't you? Do you know 1 could
sit and listen to that voice of yours for
ever? Well?"
"Once on a time, in the old days of
witchcraft, there lived in a cabin down
by the sea an old woman and her son, a
fisherman, and her little daughter.
"Up on the ' top of a high cliff, not
far away, stood the thriving village of
B In that village dwelt an old
man, honest and cruel, feared by all,
loved by none. He was called Judge
Winthrop.
"Now the young fisherman was brought
.into court for committing some petty
crime, and the judge condemned him to
death. Long did the mother plead, but
all in vain, for the judge abided by his
decision and would not yield.
"Then in her anger and grief she
cursed him. The judge laughed at her,
for he was never superstitious. But one
day, long afterward, his son received a
slight scratch on the arm, and the blood
came forth from it in little red streams
that nothing could stop. In a fewboura
he was dead. He had had bled to
death. - .
"Years passed away and generations
succeeded each other: every male de
scendant of the fated house met with a
like death.- '' . '- '
:"Harry, ' 1yesl.r I Genevieve,' : the
woman that yon say you love, am. de
scended from the woman who cursed"
"My family?" Harry had risen to his
feet and was leaning against the balus
trade. "My father died when 1 was
very young. . 1 can't remember him, and
vet I have heard of the old tradition.
Bosh. There can't be any truth in a
thing like that. . Why. I'll prove it
Look"-
He thrust his hand in his pocket and
drew out a knife "IH just jab myself
in the arm a little and see"
"Don't." cried Genevieve. "Oh, Har
ry, you - will" i The blood spurted
from Winthrop's wrist .
"There." he said calmly throwing his
cigarette over the stern of the ship,
''well find out in a few minutes any-,
way. Do you know"
"1 know that you are breaking my
heart," sobbed Genevieve as she endeav
ored to cover the injured wrist with her
two hands.
"Oh, 1 say. that isn't fair," . remon
strated Harry, pushing her away from
him gently.- "Let it bleed awhile."
; Genevieve knelt down beside - him.
'Harry, dear Harry, let me bind it up.
na it up.
She struggled with his arm
sue uugui
as well have tried to move a rock. A
sense of helplessness came over her, she
buried her face in her hands and wait
ed. The ship gave a sudden plunge, she
lost her balance and fell forward, her
head struck heavily against the railing.
Genevieve opened her eyes slowly and
looked up. Harry's anxious face was
bending over her. '
"Where am I?" she murmured drow
sily. "How my head pains. Why, how
do you" She started up with a sudden
cry. "Is it bleeding, Harry?"
"Bless me, I had forgotten all about
It," he answered. "Why, no; it's stop
ped." Boston Globe. .
Experiment Stations.
The first agricultural experiment sta
tion in this country was established by
Connecticut in 1873. The example was
. soon followed elsewhere. The. appropri
j ution by congress of $15,000 per annum
to each of the states aud territories
: i - i i . , ,. i , .
i wuicn nave esiaoiisneu agricultural coi-
' leges has led to the establishment of new
i stations or the increased development of
stations previously established under
'. state authority, until there are now agri
cultural experiment stations in opera
; tion in all the states and territories ex
cept Montana and Idaho. During the
' year new stations have been established
1 in Wyoming. Oklahoma and Washing
I ton. Of the fifty-five stations in the
i United States, fifty receive their support
I wholly or in part from the United States
treasury. The results and processes of
their experiments are given to the pub
lic not only in the statiou bulletins and
j reports, but also in thousands of news
. papers an3 other periodicals.
A Dog's Memory.
- The following, remarkable at all events
as a feat of memory, was told by the
owner of-an Irish water spaniel. His
master was out walking with him at the
beginning of the long frost in 1885,
which set in about the middle of Janu
ary. He went on a frcrca di!!dam,
whore cf course the water was very
deep, and accidentally dropped his
snuffbox through a little round hole in
the ice. The dog was dreadfully dis
tressed at not being able to get it, but
was obliged to go home with its owner,
who thought no more about the matter.
Two mouths afterward, when the. frost
had gone, lie and the dog passed by the
same place. The dog paused opposite
the spot where the box had disappeared,
seemed to think intently for a minute,
then plunged in, dived to the bottom
and returned with the snuffbox in his
month. London Tit-Bits.
Why Ain't It?
"Children ask a great mauy more
questions than we can answer," re
marked -the school teacher the other
evening. "There's a boy, for instance,
in iny school to whom 1 have been try
ing to teach the alphabet, but he is very
slow to learn. The other day when 1
had him' up he persisted in calling F S,
and at last, provoked by his stupidity, 1
said to him: 'Now,' you've called F S la
half dozen times, and I don't want you
to do it again. F isn't S. never was and
never will be.'"
" 'Why ain't it? be asked innocently,
and to this day 1 am unable to answer
that question entirely to my own satis
faction, and certainly not to the boy's."
Detroit Free Press.
Profitable Training.
There is a farmer who lives in Kansas
who has learned a thing or two and
makes a practical use of his knowledge.
He owns a farm between the tracks of
the Santa Fe and Central Branch , rail
roads at the point where they diverge,
about three miles outside of Atchison.
The farmer also owns a dog which he
has trained to run out and bark at pass
ing trains. The trainmen look for the
dog regularly and hurl coal at him. The
farmer then goes out and gathers up the
coaL He hai not bought any fuel for a
longtime. Chicago Mail.
Few Gold Coin Counterfeits.
Nearly all the counterfeit coins afloat
are silver pieces. As the whole process
of making gold coins is more expensive
than making silver ones, so it is more
expensive to counterfeit gold than silver
coins. There are always a good many
counterfeit silver dollars floating about,
although during the last few years there
has been no perceptible increase of them.
There are comparatively few spurious
gold pieces out. Interview in New York
Epoch. .
' Poor and Worthy. .
'Rasters, do you know of any poor
and worthy woman to whom I can send
a turkey?" , - .
"Yath, Mars' George.
" Who is she?" .
'My wife. Mars' George. She's pow
erful poor n monstrous worthy, sah."-
; i j j DR., SlfUKQBOS ,XEAr
The Well-KnewB Engliah Minister Dies
Last Svenins;.
- Mbntoxe,-Eng.,. Jan. 31. Mr. Spur
geon died soon after 11 o'clock tonight
His end was painless. He remained un
conscious to the last. His wife. Bf.
Fitzhenry and Mrs. Thorne were present
when he died. . The body will be brought
to England for burial. Once 'or twice
during his last hours Dr. Spurgeon re
covered consciousness for a few moments
and recognized his wife. His friends
have been confident he would recover,
as the last attack was milder than the
previous one, but the gout reached his
head and the congestion of the kidneys
returned. - During all the moments
when conscious he constantly thought of
his wife, and twice expressed 'himself as
anxious to send a message to his congre
gation.
At all of the services held yesterday at
the Metropolitan tabernacle, London, of
which Dr. Spurgeon was pastor, the
auditorium was packed. The Rev. Mr,
Fionson and others offered earnest
prayers and read to the congregation
i tne telegraphic bulletins from Mentone,
.j mLp morninc? nAnprn nnfa.lnpri lnnar
memoirs and obituary articles. The
Chronicle appears with a mourning bor
der. It compares the dead pastor to
Martin Luther. The Telegraph charac
terizes him as a great, fearless and faith
ful minister, and adds : "He leaves a
void that will be filled with difficulty."
Charles Haddon Spurgeon was born
June 19, 1834, at Kelvedon, Essex. He
was the son of an independent preacher
and was educated at Colchester. He be
came an usher of a school at Newmarket,
but embracing Eaptigt. views, joined a
congregation of that denomination in
Cambridge; became a tract distributor
and village preacher, and at the age of
eighteen, minister of a small chapel at
Waterbeach, where he soon became
noted for his zeal and eloquence. He
went to London in 1853, where be at once
i attracted audiences
i
so numerous that
jne congregation
was compelled to re-
I move first to Exeter hall, and thence to
the still larger Surrey hall. In 1861 an
immense chapel, called the tabernacle,
was built for him in Newington Butts,
London, where he has since preached.
j Nearly 20,000 . persons have been ad
j in it ted to his church, and . thirty-six
j other chapels have been openedjin Lon-
don, the ministers of which were trained
at a college 'founded and directed by
him. His sermons were regularly re
ported and printed weekly, and from
them nearly a score of volumes have
been made up. He has also published :
"The Saint and His Savior" in 1857,
"Gleanings Among the Sheaves" in
1868, "John Ploughman's Talk," "Even
ing by Evening" and "Headings for the
Closet" in 1869, "Feathers for Arrows"
in 1S70, "Types and Emblems" and
"Lectures to My Students" in 1875. In
1867 he laid the foundation of an or
phanage established by bis congregation
and in 1S65 took editorial charge of The
Sword and Trowel.
The British Jack Flying; In Violation of
the American LavR.
Bridgeport, Conn., Jan. 31. Today
the schooner Glendon, of St. Johns, N.
B., sailed into the harbor with-the Brit
ish jack floating from its mizzenmast, in
direct violation of American laws pro
viding that a foreign ensign must be ac
companied by the stars and stripes.
The flag was perceived by .the people on
the docks, and as the vessel passed ex
cited men greeted the flag with hisses,
mingled wich cries of "Haul it down !"
"Shoot it!"- Captain Trowbridge, of
the schooner, drew a pistol and sworn he
would shoot the first man who laid
hands on the halyards. When the ves
sel finally reached Sword's wharf, just
in the rear oi the Fourth regiment arm
ory, there were over 1000 people on the
wharf. They were joined by a few
armed militia men from the armory,
who attempted to tear down the flag.
They were driven off at the revolver's
muzzle by the crew. The American flag
was then hoisted on an adjoining
schooner and greatly cheered. The
British jack still floats alone on the
Glendon, but will be forcibly removed
in the morning.
A Discovery Which May Be ot fireat
Value to a Resident of Boise City.
Boise City, Idaho, Jan. 31. Robert
Laing, a resident of Boise City, has
made a discovery which may be of great
value to the sage-brush districts of Idaho
Utah, Nevada and other states. Some
time ago he became imbued with the
idea that sage-brush might be converted
into coarser grades of paper. He se
cured a wagon-load of supposedly use
less shrub and began to experiment.
By using a lime procees and treating the
limbs of ihe brush to protracted boiling,
he secured a pulp that more than satis
fied his expectations. It was equal to
the very best wood pulp, and the pres
ence of a long and strong fibre was
plainly demonstrated. Mr. Laing states
that he can manufacture sage-brush
paper at a small cost, and that he can
make a profit by selling it at 4 cents
per pound. He will start east Monday,
liis idea being to interest capitalists
to aid him in developing his discovery.
The Argentine Crop.
New Yokk, Jan. 30. Buenos Ayres
mail advises say the crop outlook for
that country is very favorable.! There is
a scarcity of labor and some damage is
reported by locusts, but the government
is using a newly-invented locust-killing
machine with good success. . The migra
tion is about normal, and immigration
is constantly increasing.
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