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VOL. IV. MEDFORD, OREGON, THUKS.DAY, JANUARY 14, 1802 NO. 2. ! i Jt r Sr- PROFESSIONAL CARDS. B. B. PICKSL, X. D. Physician and Surgeon. . Medford, Oregon. Oflto: Booms S S, I. O. O. E. Building PRAHCIS FITCH, ATTORNEY - AT - LAW. Medford. Oregon. J. B. WAIT, K. D. Physician and Surgeon. ' Medford, Oregon. Omce: In ChUdere' Block. B. P. GBABYi M . D. Physician and Surgeon. Medford, Oregon. - Office on O street. ." " ROBT. A. KILLER. ' Attorney and Counscllor-at-lav. Jacksonville, Oregon." WUl practice In mil Courts of the State J. H. WHITMAN.. Abstracter and Attorney-at-Law KEDFOBD, OBKOOS. Office tn Bank building. Have the most com plete and reliable abstracts ot title tn Jackson county. W. S. JONES. M. D. Physician and Surgeon. Medford, Oregon. Office Hamlin Block, up-statrs. " DR. O. F. DEMOREST. ; RESIDENT DENTIST, Makes a specialty of first-class wrk at reason able rates. OOca la Opera House, Medtord. Oregon K. PRYCE M.D.. Physician and Surgeon. Medford, Orefoa. Offloe Childers Blork: R-Mldenoe. Galloway residence. WTT.T.ARD CRAWFORD, Atornej and Cuanselor. at Law . MEDFORD. OBEHOS. Offloe in Opera Block - ' Wat. K COLVG. ATTORNEY-AT - LAW. Jacksonville. Oregon. MORRIS K. HARKNESS, Attorney and Counsellor 6 ran l Pass, Oregon. DRUGSTORE Th Madia; drag store ot Medford Is GEO. H. HASKINS, (Bucaeesor to Haklna h I.awton.) He haa anything in the line of Pure Drugs, Patent Medicines, Books, Stationery, Paints and Oils, Tobacco, . Cigars, Perfumery, Toilet Articles, and everything that la carried la a nrslrclaas Drug - Store. Prescriptions Carefully Com pounded. Mais Stra-vt. Mndxord. CVregoa, EAST AND SOUTH VIA Southern Pacific Route. THK MOUNT SHASTA KOIITK. KXPBBB TBAIKB LEAVE PORTLAND DAILY : South IXIU im r. a. II.v : Portlaiul ArT:S a. v. SB r. X. I Lv Mwlfonl Lv ia r. M A. Ar Han Francisco L 7 JUU p. m. Above trains stop only at the following station north of Hosehurg: East Portland, Oregon City, Woudbnrn, tlalem, Albany, Tangent, Shedds. liaisey, Uarrtsborg, Junction Chy, Irving and Eugene. Kotetmrs; Mall Daily. SJJ6 A. . I Lv -4U P. M. I Ar Portland Boaeburg Ar I mo r. u. Lvt t-ao A. u. Hoar.M. Lv Portland ArS:WA. M. IjjU r. M. Ar ' Albany UM i.k FUXXKAM BUFFET SLEEPERS. Touriat Sleeping Cars For acoommodatlon of 8econd-bus Passengers, altac'.ed to Express trains. -.-'.'. WKST8IDK DIVISIOX. BETWEEN POKTLANK aSII COKVAIXIS. Mail Traia llaily (Except Monday.) 7 30 A.BlLv , 13:10 T. a. Ar Port land Corral Us Ar 8:30 P.M. At Albany and Oorvallla connect with trains of Oregon Pacific BaUroad. (Ki press Train Daily Kxeept Monday.) 440P.M. Lv Portland Ar83UA.(. 1 tm r. Ar McMinnvlHe . Lv ;g A. a. - a9-Thropgta tickets to all points East and Hoath - Vor iWksls and lull Information regarding rates, maps, ale., call on Co'a agent at Medford. -M. KOKULKK, K. P. K4IUKK-4, Manager. Aast-O F. a P. Agt PHILINA. The lilac sky ot closing day. The Illy light ot early night. On which Is tossed tho maple spray That seems to bloom with light. Of stars whose petals filmy nun Pierce the dark leaves that fall on them; Or make eclluso though soou thoy shine - Upon another stem. Itor here the wind Is at Its play Shifting such sconory to and fro. And m.tklug on Its atry way A music soft and low. But what were stars, night, light, or wind Untothe lover'a careful eve. Had not Pbiilna's beauty shitied To show Qnd prophecy? Lot where she comes with grntte feet Beneath the shallow ot tho trees. With bended head like full ot sweet A flower nods In the broexo and eyes as Sottas woodland fawn That rests beneath an Ivy tree. White as the uoou. or as the dawn So white, so fair Is she. And misty silks are 'bout her form, - That make no rustlo where she goes. And ona small clasp Is on her arm. - And In her hand a rode. Nor knows, nor dreams she what unrest Her innocence hnth wakened there. Nor how those looks, within his brooat Have bred a quick despair. . Yet. us pure heaven to see her now; And who could woo. however dear-. Ah me! to snap the rose's bough. And spill If splendid tear I Chicago Inter-Ocean. PHANTOM OR DEVIL: By Pere Absinthe. (Copyright 1891. by The TTntted Press.) Although no poet in the common accep tation of the term. I waa always a dream er, an idealist. Nothing in real life or no tion had ant power to charm me, unless It partook of the most fantastic, grotesque or weird character. In Hue, I confess, what thousands of others might confess if they would but drop the mask ot hypocrisy, that my prefereuce was always for the horrible, the bad, in literature. Was there a villian pre-eminently exquisite in his liendishness, he claimed my sympathy at once. This will account for my strange infat uation for Faust; or to speak more cor rectly, that character in Faust kuowo as "Mephistopheles." This rascal's subtle cunning and inimitable finesse were to me what melody is to the infant and perfume to a lover. After this confession, you will doubtless set me down as a human monster, a homi cide, or at the very least, a gentlemanly cracksman. You are mistaken. I believe I bear a very good at least harmless perhaps I had better say colorless, reputa tion. For, although only a dry-goods clerk. I Batter myself there would be lit tle difficulty in securing a "character" from my present or former employers. I do not know how my fellow-clerks dis covered my mania. Perhaps they did not, after all. Perhaps it was my abnormal mind that made me think so. Be that as it may, 1 know that I was no less startled than tilled with rapture when one of them an nounced to me in a confidential manner that Irving was to play Faust at the Broadway Theatre. I was delighted, and yet it was a kind of guilty delight tinged with misgivings aud pricks of conscience, as a murderer might feel upon reading in the newspaper that the victim of bis hor rid knife hai been found but not iden tified. You may believe that I was present at the first performance. I hare no recollec tion of the play. It may have' been well or badly rendered. I did not see the play. I saw only him. He stood alone. Every thing, everybody had vanished, and he seemed to have absorbed me, body and soul. He wis no longer a man an actor, the great Ir ing. He was the veritable Mepliiato l, e Prince of Darkness! The play ended of course it must though I bava no recollection of it. I do not remember how I got oat of the house. My first recollection is that I was in the cold air and the chilly blast soothed my fevered brow, while I was making my way at race-horse speed toward the elevated railway station. I inhabit a cottage with my family in that Interesting suburb wnich spreads away beyond the Harlem River. After riding to the end of the elevated road, I had still a good mile before me, which must be accomplished on foot. The mul lay along the track of the New York Cen tral Railroad, and is dreary enough at any time. But at night, and this particular night, with my soul wrought up to such a frenzy of exquisite horror, it was ten-fold so. To add to the usual dreariness, the sky was overcast with clouds and occa sional flashes ot. lightning shot athwart the inky Armament, illuminating the dis mal scene tor an instant only to leave it blacker and more repulsive again; while the low rumbling of distant thunder re called tho nerve-starting tremors of the orchestra which harbingers the approach of Mephlsto. I might have gone half a mile, and had reached the loneliest part of the road, where market gardens stretch away on either hand, when I heard steal thy foot steps behind me, and almost instantly afterwards a band grasped my arm' with a vice-like grip. Frightened almost to in sensibility, I turned to look at the rude Intruder. But it was so dark that I could only discern that he was very 'tail, slender and slightly stooping. Hy companion retained his death-like grip on my arm and bore me along with him. For several minutes neither of us spoke, but finally my demoniacal compan ion bent his head close to my ear, and, in a deep sepulchral, though not unmusical voice, said; "Will you allow me to accompany you?" "Your company," I stammered, with a terrible effort at courage, "will be most de lightful, if our ways lie in tbo same direc tion." We proceeded in silence, and I could not help thinkiug how like that other being that one whose image always stood before me and held me undor Its spoil, was my atrange companion In voico, in gesture- and now a flash of lightning revealed Ids countenance. Horrors I That too was the same. The arciied eye-brows, the orally eyes, the hooked nose, the painted iuou. taohe and imperial the exact llkenoss in exery detail. My blood ran cold 1 Was I dreaming, or was this the real Prince of Darkness come t punish me foi my unnatural sympathy for the bad? "You went to see Faust," said my com panion at last, in a strangely monotonous but commanding voice. " Yes," i replied after an interval ot speechless surprise at the question. "And you admired Mephistopheles?" he continued. I was stricken dumb. How could he have divined my Innermost oonscienceuess un less he were supernatural? "He Is grand aud worthy ot admira tion," I replied at last, my old enthusiasm fting the better of fear for the instant. tie uttered a low demoniacal ohucklo that went to my marrow like an eleotrio shock. "Yes, a very good representa tion," he assented. . " Very clever; but no real picture, nothing real. . Walt till: you have seen the genuine doviir y He hissed these last words Into my ear with a chilling laugh that made my flesh creep. My knees smote together and the cold perspiration stood out upon my brow. Wo were within half a block of my street nd a street lamp throw its friendly ray i-to within a few yards of where e stood, for he had compelled mo to stop. The iignt imbued me with hope sad cour age, and I said : " I cut across the lawn bore. If you bave to go further in this direction, I must bid Jon good night." The stranger stepped quickly iu front of too, ami glaring into my eyes my very soul with those devilish eyes of his, said : " Forsake me? You do not know to whom you are speaking. You shall not forsake me now or forever 1" These words wero hissed rather than sHkon, and lie again grasped my arm with a vice-like grip. I felt that any ef fort to free myself would ho futile, and I remained passive, albeit faint with terror, awaiting developments. At length, sum moning all my strength aud courage, I cried aloud for help; and, although my voice died away in the open Holds without reaching a single human ear, it appeared for nn instant to startlo and discoucort my companion. But only for an instaut. Tin; next moment ho clutched my arm more tightly than before, while his disen gaged hand darted into his bosom, and when he drew it forth a murderous daggor gleamed in tho light. " Another cry like that," he hissed, press ing tho point ugiiiust my breast, "and I will leave you here with this in your heart! Now proceed." Wo walked ou for some distance in si lence. Finally he said : " What time does tho noxt train pass here?" " It is now after midnight," I said, con sulting my watch. " Yes, one o'clock," ho replied. "Tho next traiu will (kiss about two, I think." " You think? Idesireadelluitoanswer." "At two o clock," I answered. " Well, in that case, we shall be together au hour yet. Wo havo only oujoyed each other's company lirteen minutes so far." Was it possible? And yet it seemed an ago. But then I remembered having heard a clock somewhero iu the distance strike the third quarter after twelve a moment berore he overtook me. Then I thought if that llfteen minutes had appeared so loug what would an hour be? " Eternity! We now approached a cross-street, and I imagined I beard tho footsteps of tho patrolman. For an instant 1 gathered nope. But it soon vauisued, for we reached the street and crossed it without meeting a human being. We now came to where tho railway ran tluotig.i a deep cut, and the footpath which we pursued ran high above the roadU-d, and tne space ltween the brink ot the embankment and the barbed-wire fence which hemmed it so narrow that, beiug on the.sido nearest the brink, I had a dread of falling over. Noticing my ner vousness, tho stranger clasped my arm still tighter, and said: "idiot, you would like to remain in the pathway, wouldn't you? Well, you shall go my way!" With that he dragged me do.vn the em bankment to tho railroad track. ." Come, young iu m," he cried gruffly, as I mndo a fevlao resistance, "dou't think of stopping now. I have many things to tell you before two o'clock, and there will be little danger of interruption down here. Now, you must do exactly as 1 tell you, and the slightest show ot re sistance on your part will result in your death before that hour. Do you see that star directly above us ! That is tho north star. Fix your eyes upon it, and do not withdraw them w.d:e I aiu speaking." I maided. I could not speak. My tongue was ghted to the root of my mouth. Rais ing my head mechanically I gazed at the star. "You visited the theatre yesterday." be continued. " 1 sat a few seats behind you, aud watched you all the time. But I was there in a hum iu mask, in the habili ments of a mortal." Then lowering his voice to a blood curdling guttural, he said : " Drop your eyes, O child or man, and behold who I am !" My eyes quickiy turned from the star to the speaker's face, aud the sight froze my blood with terror! What did I see? A demoniacal face Willi a greenish lustre! liis long Umy hands clutched at me. aud I saw that they bore the same lustre as his face. . I am the devil !" cried he, in a voice that might baveemauau-d from Beelzebub. " Do you know now witn whom you have to deal? 1 he Prince of Darkuess Satan !" My breathing was quick and feverish. I put my hand to my brow. I. was cold and clammy. I looked up at tho pale, cold stars. No. it was no dream. Suddenly 1 heard footsteps in the pathway close by. It must bo a belated straggler some one who could render me assistance. I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a word a llamiug hand and a Hash of steel shot before my face. I fainted. When I re turned to my senses tho demou face was bending over me. "Up! up!" he cried. "If you desire to livo a little while longer, get up and be reasonable." With an effort I staggered to my feet- ' Now," said he, "I have studied your face thoroughly. It is far from intellec tual, but exhibits your thoughts very plainly. Your admiration tor mv proto type on the stage was easily read as a printed book." "You admire this counterfeit Mephisto pheles very much I Well, 1 admit that the representation is very good, considering tho actor is only human. I rather ad mired it myself. It flattered my vanity. Seeing that you were fascinated with the Imitation devil, 1 was determined to show you myself the genuine Katan. More over, as you like inn so well (and I admit that I also like you), you shall see more of me, in short, you shall see me from now to all eternity, for I am going to tako you with me. What timo is it?" I mechanically consulted my watch, and at the samo time shuddered. " Five minutes to two," 1 answered. " Come, then ; lot's us take a Hsitlon on the truck." said lie, grasping my bauds and dragging me on to the track. I had no power, nay, no will to resist. A com plete state of apathy had sloze 1 mo. Me hurled me upon my buck between the trackH as eauily as if I had Uren did. " What are you going to do?" I mails out to gnsp. "Canyon not guess?" ho said ith a fiendish chuckle. " Listen I" 1 did, nnd the i i:iulli) ot tho approaching train fell upon my ear. " J hat will solve th problem," he laughed. 1 made u faint, atte opt tn rise. " Surely, yo i will not " But mv s'liieici- mis cut short by his gin-ping my slio tldiM'i mil hmillni; me back between the trucks nguin, at the Biime lime brandishing the daggor before my eyes. "Curse you!" he cried; if you attempt to rise this steel blade will have to do the wor , instead of the iron wheels of tho lo comotive!" The roar .of the rolling whools grew louder and mora distinct every moment. I closvl my eyes to meet my fate, and at the same timo shut out the vision of the hateful, face before me. I turned my fane to one side, and opened my eyes again. About forty yards away 'as the smoking, hissing engine; My apathy van ished. Tho hypnotic spoil was broken. Nerving myself, I thrmv a back somer sault and cleared tho track. Just as -the train swept by. . ;V. '. . . ". ; - . At the samp instant I beard a demoni acal yell and Caught a glimpse of a fiendish form witb outstretched arms, flying robes and naked knife hurled linto the air, and then my.sonses forsook me.. '- t When I recovered my consciousness I found mysolf at'the station, reposing on a cot. . Before I opened my eyes, however, I heard somebody say .. " It was lucky for the young man." "Yes, but not for the other," somebody else said. " 0b, well," replied tho first speaker, ''It Is Just as well that the poor lunatic should be out ot the way before he did somebody else an injury.: Straugo freak ot his to imagine himself the devil. Tins is the second time he lias escaped from tho asylum." " How did ho get that glowing lustro on bin face and hands?" " Phosphorus. Thoy found a box ot It In his pocket when thoy plckod him up. Ilee Culture In the Wed. Bee culture is a big Industry in Southorn California.aud prolltabto.says an exchange. Tho largest bee farm in this town belongs to a morchnnt, and ho has N"0 hives, with 45,000 bees in each, making 7,2(10,000 bees. It is quito a colony. But it is not to be supposed that there will bo an overstock of bees. Tho life of a boo in tho working season Is but three weeks. Ou the second day of Its existence it oats Its way out of Its cell and conuuoucos storing honey. If a bee dies within tho hive It Is dragged, out by other bees. Each hlvo has a queen bee. Sho is tho mistress of the hive and does no work. Sho only moots a drone once during her life, which lasts live years, and she has a capacity of 3,000 eggs a day. It Is this tremendous Increase that keeps the stock of bees up, for If It were not so the colony would soon bo dead. Tho drone is twice as large as tho queen boo, and the queen bee nearly three times as large as the work bee. Tho working bee will not tolerate more than one queou bee and will kill tho drones. Tho drone's life Is short. Ho dies after meeting tho quoon bee. When a colony is without a queou bee thoy will proceed to elect one. The most singu lar tiling about the queen bee is, can she lay an ogg so that it shall bo a quoon boo, or drone or working bee? The bees make these cells for the do;oiltory of the eggs. The cells for the wor.i bees, which are of ono gender, are sm iller than those ot tho drones, whilo the coils ot the queen bees are like a peanut broken in halt, or pear shaped, hanging downward. Now some think that it Is tho size of theoell that reg ulates this. It Is customary sometimes to take away these queen cells and plooe them In hives which have not them. This is for the purpose of formings new colo ny. Bees are extremely fond of fresh wa ter and do well near a Fpring. They esecially delight in sw impy places, where they cau alight and drink In the water without danger of drowning. It has boon proved that the sage brush makes a very good honey. They are no trouble through winter; twenty pounds of honey will feed a colony of 45.000 bees. The profits on 10 to 160 hives is from $l. 100 to $l.auu per an num. A man or woman can atteud to 300 or 400 hives without feeling the labor. A Paul Pry Isvealum. If half that is c' aimed for the " klneto graph" I true, wo tremble for the tran quility of a million girls. The "klneu graph." it should be understood. Is Wizard Edison's latest invention, and is said to combine the articular talent of Die phono graph with the visual accomplishments of the clairvoyant. When wouud up It will not only bo an eavesdropper, but it will also see things from which the interloping human eye, no matter in however an In quisitive head that eye be placed, bas been deterred contemplation. Standing Innocently on the upper shelf of the etagere in tho parlor, tho " kineto graph" will not only (as we all know the phonograph has frequently done) hear John avow his passionate love for Jane, but will see him kiss her. And precisely as the phonograph repeats In public what It has heard, so the kinetngrapb will re produce, for other's eyes, what it has seen. This may be a rather small and narrow way of looking at the possibilities of the latest invention of the most wonderful in ventor of this or any other age. We feel compelled, however, to forewarn lovers (whom all the world loves) of every trea sonable aspiration of cold and n on -emotional science promptly and precisely as It manifests itself. Keep tho "kineto graph out of tho parlor, girls. N. Y. Continent. Wild Mn of tudlsu An East Indian surveyor, white at work Iu Madras, near Poland Hills, caught a couple of wild folk wlm live in the hills and jungles of the Western G lists. They are thus described: "The man was four feet six inches high; he had a round head, coarse black, woolly hair aud a dark brown skin. "Tho forehead was low and slightly re treating; the lower part of the face pro jected like tho muzzle of a monkey and the mouth, which was small and oval, with thick lips, protruded about an inch beyomf the nose; ho had short, Imndy legs, a coniaratively long body and arms that ex teudod almost to his knee. " Tbo woman was the same height as tho man ; the color of tl e skin was of yel low tint ; the Imir black, lung and straight, ond the fentu-w well formed. These quaint folk occasionally eat llsa, but feed chleflv upon riMits nnd honey. " They have no listed dwelling-places, but sleep on any convenient spot, generally between two rocks, or in raves near w.iich they happen to U If .iiutiil. Worship Is paid to certain !ra: divinities of the forest." An in ttsieunaia2. A Philadelphia barber said recently, " 1 cannot for the life of mu understand why tho rant and tile of our race never think of anything like art when it comes to cutting their hair and shaving theirbeapl. A man gets his hair cut by tho average barber, goes home, and his wife or friends burst out In laughter, and then exclaim, You look like a fright.' All that tho mou usually think of is getting their haircut, aud all that tho average barber thinks of in cutting is to get so much off, aud ' short ' or ' modium ' are the only lUrections which thoy materially understand. No mdttor whether the victim has a square head or round head, a head narrow at the top, one running too much to crown, low forehead, high forehead no matter what, the shears take off the hair the samo way ever time and no attempt is in do to im prove tho shapo ot ill shaped uraniums, not oven by those whogivemuch attention toother (Hirtsof their persona! appearance. Now I think wo ha! better havu a school fur barbers, as wo havo for nearly every thing else." Tho troublo Is that with those small mowing-mnchlnes, clippers, or whatever they are called, that have been used for the post ten or twolvo years all a barber had to do was to drive one ot those over a man's head just as one would clip a horse. Very few of tho younger harbors now know anything about cutting hair; they have had no ono to teach them how to cut it properly with shears." nriimmuM in uomposttlon. Bald a young writer the othor day to a successful realistlo author,-.:' What troublos mo !s not gel ting the story, but forming the sentences. How do you do It?" . . " It's a verv simple matter," tsald the realistlo author; just put In plenty of periods that's all. When in doubt always put In a period." '-. ' This Is good advice to a young writer. Short sentences are conducive tocloar-ni-ss of expression and vividness of nar ra' Ion. But tho thing may bit overdone. In fact done to death; Take the'' case of certain writers, $ielr -sentences from this rauso seem' tojiiop painfully along like toads. Whereas they might march gracefully, beuutlfutly and expeditously away, turning nol'her to the right or lett nor pausing miieh- and reaching their destination just the same, like an atletlo Wellesley girl going to the post-offlco. 4 New Use For the Potato. ' A novel use bas been found tor the pota to. There is a laundryman In Paris who has discarded all soap, sodas and bleach ing powders In his establishment. He merely uses plenty of water and boiled po tatoes, and can cleanse, without employ ing auy alkali, the most soiled ot linens, cottons or woolens. Irish Times. . FISHING FOR PEARLS. A CEYLON INDUSTRY CARRIED ON FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS. Onee the Property of Native Kings, Now of the Uritlah Crown How the Oys ter Divers Work Native Indian Pearl Drillers Ouarillng the Pearls. The penrl Is so highly prized an orno mont that from the earliest times special efforts have been made to develop tho fish eries in whatever part of tho world they exist. The pear! oyster, which does not differ greatly from the ordinary variety, is found in almost every ocean, and pearl llshorles havo been successful and lucra tive, not only in tho Mediterranean and along the coasts of Africa, butalsoinmany parts of tho Caribbeun Sea, in the Gulf of Mexico, along the I'acillc Coast, in the vi cinity of most of tho South Sea Islands, and in almost every part of tho Red boa. The Persian Gulf has from tho dawn of history been a favorite fishing ground for tho pearl oyster, and most of the pearls known to tho ancient world came either from the Persian Gulf or from the Rod Sea. There is another locality, however, which contests with both tho palm of su periority, for from very early times the west coast ot Ceylon bos been known as tho habitant of the pearl oyster, and the Qsliories there hnve been carried on with succss for at least 2)00 years, and how much longer no ono Is able to state Formerly the Ceylon fisheries . were the property of the kings of the country, but after the cvmpiest of Ceylon by tho East India Cuininny they passed Into the nominal possession of the Governor Gen eral, and after that tinder the control of tho British Government. There they re main, and at present are tho property of the Crown, tho right, howpver, to use them being rented out to individuals from year to yiMir for certain definite sums fixed at the time. The oyster grounds cover many huhdreils of square miles, and have all been accurately surveyed and the bounda ries fixed by buoys. Iu order to conserve the fisheries as much as possible, the Gov ernment follows the policy of not allowing tho whole ground to be fished over every year, but by dividing and subdividing tho whole district into comparatively small plats manages that only once tn seven years shall any particular ground beculied by the divers. ISy this judicious manage ment the Ceylon fisheries have become a source of continual profit, and every year from $jM.Ouo to $1.0u).ouo worth of pearls are brought up by tho divers. Tho season chosen for the annual fish ing is the spring, because then the sea is calmer than at any other time ot year, and there is less danger of sudden storms scat tering the fleet. The scenes during the fishing season are of the busiest possible description. A week before the opening of the season the entire coast Is deserted, but a tewdsys later thousands of boats and tens of thousand of workmen present a scene equaled only by similar Industries In other parts of the world. Natives are there in thousands; the Cingalese fisher men, boatmen and divers, with their curious apparel, consisting of a shawl belted around the waist, and their unique head, dress, the long hair being braided up in a knot at the top or the back of the bead, and fastened with a fancy comb. Merchants, traders in pearls, speculators from all parts of India and Hie East, are also present, for this Is their harvest ; while caterers and purveyors also come in numbers, for it is a common say ing in Ceylon that more money is made by feeding Uio divers than by diving. Regi ments of troops from the Indian army are detailed to keep order among the mot ley multitudes, aud a fleet of small Gov ernment boats is also present to accom pany the fishing boats to the grounds and see that all regulations are observed and that fishing on forbidden ground is not carried on. Prominent among the crowds are the pearl-drillers, native Indian arti sans, who, with the simplest possible mech anism, consisting ouly of a block of wood, a needle-drill and a bow, such as is used by jewelers, will in a wonderfully oriel time bore holes through the pearls with almost mathematical accuracy. Squatted on the ground before the huts of their employers, they will do the work tc sight of the llltlo crowd always gathered around to witness the operation. Towns spring up as It by magic on the shore, towns ot the most unsubstantial character, for within tho limits of a city comprising 10. 000 people there will not be one house of materials more durablo than poles and leaves; yet the season Is fair, tho rains at this time of year are infrequent, and no better shelter is needed by the multitudes engaged in the pearl fishery. 'I he boats employed In the fisheries are -apooious in size, for each must carry, in addition to a master and crew of tour or five seamen, from ten to twenty divers. Each diver on preparing to descend puts a clamp on his nostrils, ties between his teet a largo stone, to which a rope Is at tached, and thus siuks like a shot to the bottom ot the sea, releases his hold, and at once begins to fill with the oysters a small bag or basket he carries In his hand. His task completed, he Jerks the rope, and is drawn as rapidly as possible to the sur fnee. When the fleet returns to the shore all Is o-riteniont. I-nhorersnro present to trans t :Y tn-si.'rs from the boats to the tud ; t..r ;..s'!ous cargo is counted, and in askelsof l.u each tho oysters ore re moed to large enclosures, where they are thrown in heaps, t he " catch " of each boat being kept senrate. In a few days, under the broiling sun ot India, the oysters are ripe for tho next process, and are thon thrown Into large troughs, where the con tents of each shell are. carefully scraped out with tho lingers by liiVnora who are under the careful and' watchful guardian ship ot Government inspectors. Examin ing tho oysters tor tho pearls ;s tho most delicate art of the work, In o'-o sense of the word, for In spite ot the watchful eyes of tho Government Inspectors, tho laborers often manage to secrete valuable pearls. Tho regulations are sovere; no laborer, un der penalty of a sound thrashing, is al towed to lift his hand to his mouth while engaged in this part ot tho work. . But such Is tho adroitness of tho Indlau thieves that vahuiblo pearls sometimes fiud their way to the illicit merchant from tho hands ot tho oyster washer. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. . A Terrapin Farm. Of late years a number of terrapin farms have boon started along the Chesapeake. The biggest farm Is on tho Pntuxent River, and It consists ot a largo salt water lake which could accommodate thousands of terrapin If they would breed as rapidly as desired. Tho farmer has surrounded this lake with broad fences to keep out the musk rats and foxes, which are the terra- Eln's onomles. He has made hatcheries ol dxos partly filled with sand and so ar ranged that when the females enter them they cannot get out until taken out. Ho has nurseries for young terrapin aud be keeps the Uttlo ones iu hero until thoy are ton mouths old, in order to preserve them from their fathers. Pittsburg Dis patch. - - A 'op if Long Ago,' In excavating on a lot on Forth Aven ue, between Greenfield, avenue and Orchard street, Milwaukee, owned by H. Kojrner, the 'ruins of an old cellar, over which a large elm tree had grown, were found. Deputy Sheriff Lang got a rello of the ruin in the shape ot a pop bottlo, which lias enjoyed longer life than that usually attained by the little holders of " soft " drinks. -The bottle is a blue one, and Is 'stronger than those now in use. That it bas attained the advanced age of foriy-two years Is evi dent from its inscription: "Knicker bocker Soda Water, 104 Eighteenth street. Now York. 1848. S. S." Europe's Richest Man, The Emperor of Austria is much less tal ed of nowadays than the young Kai ser of Northern Geruiimland, but re Is one of the most noticeable figures In the grent panorama of European royalty. Heisoften said to be the richest roan In Europe and certainly the Hansburg family Is one of the wealthiest, as well as one of the oldest in the world. In charity he Is munificent. Only the other day he gave a sum equal to tSUO.000 from bis private purse for tue relief of the sufferers from the recent Inunda tions. His many trials have made him a quiet, reserved, intensely laborious manly man. He has a tender heart and dreads the Infliction of the least pain on any of his subjects. The Emperor is strongly opposed to capital punishment. He was called upon to sign a death warrant, and began sign ing bis name, iuta tear falling on the Ink blotted the letters, and he turned to the minister In attendance, saying: " See, my tears obliterate my name. I cannot sign it." And be tore It up. When he went to meet the Emperor William at Rhonstock the other day he was the observed of all observers. Dressed in a splei. did Prussian uniform he looked a grand seigneur in the highest sense of the term. The two Emperors are fond of ail modern inventions, and have filled their palaces w.th electric-lights, telephones and other inventions. While they were at Rhonstock they were enabled to listen through the tele phone, especially installed for them, to the operaof "Carmen." performed on the stage of the Berlin Opera House, 275 miles axis'. Rohustock, the scene of this meeting, stands ou the confines of the province which Prussian Frederick tse Great stole from Austilan Maria Theresa. But neither of the Emperors appear to have beeu at all distressed by any re membrance of this n'storic wrong. The Emperor of Austria lives very sim ply in his grand old palace of the Hot l urg, in Vienna. At ceremonials be can be very grand, but be is happiest when seat d at bis work table in his private study, with ore of 'he long Virginia ci gars, of vbich both he and King Hum bert of Italy are very fond. He Is extremely sober In meat and drink, laborious in everything pertain ing to state (fairs and sincerely ambi tious of political eminence for his coun try. His great sorrows have left deep marks upon his face, but in court dress be Is still a dazzling figure. As a sportsman he Is still able to hold his own with the youngest member of bis court. The Male Boy and His PapDL A Maine boy who is now a professor in one o our New England colleges used to teaoi town schools while fitting himself for his university course. Seated oppo site to him on a railway train a while ago he related to me 'some ot his early experiences in teach ng the youthful idea. One strapping great girl, a woman grown, caused him cons'derable trouble because of her indifference to the beau ties of education In general and " pap er fry " in particular, for which neglect he caused her to put in considerable time after school in making up. It reached the teacher's ears one day that tills maid had declared to an admir ing group that she wouldn't have her lesson on that afternoon, and if the teacher kept her after school he would have the privilege of sitting up one night witi her at any rale b-fore she would make the less n up. This idea caused much excitement among the pupils, who are usually ready to enjoy a teacher's to the program m the young lady's lesson that afternoon was a com plete failure, and she was told to make It up after school. When the session ended the other pupils lingered about with an air of expectancy to are the out come of matters. The teacher politely showed them out of the room, however, and then went in and shut the door. There sat the dam sel with her arms defiantly folded and the book closed on the desk before her. The pedagogue cordially Invited her to open the book an 1 begin operations, but this had no effect whatever. "All right," said he taking out his watch. " I'll give you just thirty minutes to get that lesson, and if it Is not r ady at the end of that time I'll take you across my knee and give you one of the most comprehensive, unabridged and able-bodied spankinpsthat haveoccurred since Julius Qesar was an infaut." Then he took a chair with his tack to the enemy. Surprise, mortification, tears, and sobs, ensued but at the end of the half hour the lesson had been learned two lessons, probably. may u0w l White. The pure white lustre of snow la due to the fact that all the elemenrry colors of light are btcuded together in the radi ance that is thrown off from the surface ot the crystals. It is possible to examine the individual snow crystals In such a way as to detect these several colors before they are mingled together to constitute the compound Impression of whiteness upon the eye. The snow is then clothed witti all the varied hues of the rainbow. The soft whiteness of the snow Is also in Some degice referable to the largo quan tity ot air which is entangled amid the frozen particles. Snow is composed of a great number of minute crystals. Moie than a thousand distinct forms of snow crystals have been enumerated by the various observers. One hundred and fifty-one were not loeabie during eight days tn February aud March, 1S35, by Mr. Glashler, which were careful ly drawn, engraved and printed in a paper attached to the report ot the British Me- Jteorologlcal Society for that year. those minute crystals and prisms re- Lfloct all the compound rays ot which Wlitte light consists.' S ieet8 of snow on t' b ground are known to reflect beautiful pink and blue tiuts under certain angles of sunshine, and to II lug back so much tight as to be painful to the eyes by day, and to guide the traveler, iu the ab sence of moonshine, by night. ctsoe at vsmrtsor. There are two idate dinner services at Windsor Cast lo. '1 he one of gold will dine iao persons; the other is of silver. Both wero formed by George IV, who regarded them as his own proiicrty; but William IV made them over to the crown. The grant silver wine-cooler, which was made by Itundoll Bridge for George IV, and w'eiu'lis 7.000 ounces, will be lu tho room to-night. It Is Inclosed in plate glass. The silver is superbly chased and orna mented. The royal pl.tte at Wiudsor la altogether worth about l,X),000. There are quaint pieces tikon Irom the Spanish Armada; a peacock of precious stoues from India, va'ued at jt'4 ooo; a tiger's head, also from India, w. icli has a solid ngotofgold for a tongue, and crystal teeth; and a wonderful cikloc.lon of splen didly ornamented gold s i lia, one, made lor George IV out of his sHiitTnoxes, being vvoith 10,000. TlToie.iro M plates that cost 20 gulnias each. - l.on ou Letter. A Pack of Cards Made of Beer Banna, What Is the most curious material ot which a pack of cards was ever made? Beef boues. The governor of a peniten tiary In the far West has a pack of cards -!ilch was luado by one ot the convicts out of the beef bom's collected from the convict's soup, aud split to a delicate tliiuuess. The pips are scratched wltl a pin and are quite artistically executed.- Bostou Herald. MAGIC. When the sparse leaves left tn the oak are asre And fray at their bougbs. and night hi near. And the wind wallsorer marsh and mere Where the after-light lies dead abd drear Then, ah that again I Come days that havo been Dead many a year for many a year I When the wild drake calls In the early nlrht. When the plashy pools give back dull light. And above In the gray void cut of sight The flocks pulse by on their Inland flight Then, ah for the dond Kweet days that are fled And their dear delight and their dear delight Q. K. Turner in SprlngnVld Republican. BABETTE. A ntory of Pnvcses. Br Ebxest De Lancet IIkrsow. (Copyright 1H91. by The United Press.) Since the mother died in the autumn worn out with misery and sorrow. Babett4 bad lived In a litre thateh covered hut oi the bauks of the Rhone, just out of Cas Lei let. Her fat'ier, an old charcoal burner who seldom worked, shared the one room with her, and often she was comnelled U run to the neighbors for refuge to escape from Ids drunken blows. Babet!e was a poor little hunchback, whom everybody hived for her great sorrowful blue eyes and worn white face. She worked where ever she could, washing clothes by the river, gathering olives for the farmers. raring lor tne villagers children on mar ket days. Sbesaved. !enny by po:.7. ho?,rd for the winter, thouga it was hard to keepany money from her father, wiio idled his time away in the evil tavern by the river's brim. She might have married for all her de formity, had she cared. But the child was brave, she was valiant in ber duty to her fath-T. who would have starved but for her, aud she never spoke ill of him. He often leat ber when he found the drawer errpty and next morning tha poor Utile hunchback would explaia that she had fallen coming home, when they asked her the reason for the marks on her foreheai. When harvest came, it was easy to find work. It was miles away, but -she faithfully returned borne every night to ber brutal father to look after his wanes. She did not fear to gc along the silent roai through the forest with the shadows for company. The harvest; was abundant that yeai and rich with promise and many strong arms were needed to gather the golden sheaves. From the Alpines beyond, the harvest ers came down with their scythes on their shoulders, a gourd at tlieir belts. And as the extreme heat male the farmers fear a sudden storm that would sween away the golden seas of grain, they hastened to Anes and hired the soldiers, who came in their red pantaloons and Darning blue cravats, and stirred the quiet meadows with their gay songs and boisterous laughter. And at two o'clock after everybody had dined and the pires were lighted tfaev had each a story of the garris n to tell while the girls leaned their brown faces nearer and listened with glistening eves - One soldier, tall and strong as a Nor mandy wor'i horse, wit i a long blond mus- tacbe. was the centre of admiration. He was a Lyonnaise, a veritable Don Juan of the Barracks, who had manv stories to tell of past conquests that made the harvesters stare wita their naive, ox like eyes. 4 And Babertein her corner alone, listened while the blond giant told his stories. treasuring in her l.eart every word be said, and when she passed bv him, sh turned all red like a poppy in the wheat, and as site walked home the big soldier with hr. great mustache tilled a'l her thought s. Poor Baliet te! She dreamed. She would soon be sevonte-n she saw the grain was ripening, that the swallows in pairs were making their homes in the white pigeon boxes, and that more than one of the giris wno worked by her side wore the glass ring of betrothal. She dreamed and bow ing her head thought of what she was and utter tears tilled her eves. Babctte was happy. Her great sad eyes Durned with a light thev had never known before- It seemed to her that she had never really lived until now. She had for gotten the past, the drunken father who bad beaten her the night before because she had no money to give him. Forgot everything. In a corner where she knew no one would see her, she drew from her bosom a little bunch of poppies and blue flowers which she carried softly withciosed eyes to her lips. In the morning at ten o'clock in going to mass, she had found herself behind all others and the big soldier Moreau at her side. " Mademoiselle," he murmured gently. pulling at n s yellow moustache. Babctte paus"d, halt in affright. Mad emoiselle! could ho be speaking to her? to her. the hunchback, the pauper! And lay ing her hand on her heart she felt mount within her like an uuknown happiness, a Joy. sort and swift, " Mademoiselle," he continued. "Will you accept from me this buuch of flowers," and he ha'ided her the bouquet. He was close at her side now her hot little hand trembled in his. "Oh, monsieur Moreau." was all she Could murmur. As in a dream, her fingers closed ovet the Dowers, then with a startled look in her face she ran to join her companions, hiding the bouquet iu the folds of her lace liehii that covered her bosom. And when they were changing their clothes to enter the fields, the soldier pressed her hand as she passed. Babette was glad! In the morning when she rose before going to mass, she combed her soft brown hair a long while before the broken bit of mirror nailed on the wall. in the evening when thesun was turning over in his rosy bod to go to eieep, as soon as she had left the white farm house be hind, she saw the soldier in his red panta loons crossing the fields wit h giant strides. All the blood in her body seemed to be surging into ber heart, aud she trembled when he took her hand repeating the trite words ot love he had learned with his regi ment as he drew her towards him under the shadow of the tamarinds. His words lilted her with delightful dizi ness as she felt his warm breath upon her cheek. Languidly she let her head sink on his shoulder, Joining her bauds together as if lost iu some lovely droaru aud he, pressing his' lips to hers, murmured: "Do you love mo?" " Yes," liko a sigh, closing tcr eyes. It was tho same old story over again, following tho same sad progress to tha Ultimate melancholy end. The harvest over tho handsome soldier went away promising oor, sorrowing Babotte that ho would not forget her but soon return ta tind hor. So sho dried hor oyes and wont back: to her old lite with its daily miseries and tears. Tho days passed and site heard no news ot tho one who had goue away.- And tn the evening, when she was alone ta net room, she took the faded flowers out ot hei bosom and thought dreamily it It were true that people lived lirthe world who fei got their proinisea and doubt entered hsr heart. But still she hoped on. She confided In Bo one, trembling lest her secret should be discovered. If she wept It was alone, shut In, at night. Her father had surprised hor so wheu he crme in from the tavern ; had 8 tared at her with watery yes and given era push. - ' . " " Here's a huty huzzy," ho would ery, "who ought to be in bed asleep."' . , And the poor little. hunchback without complaining would choke down' her son and crawl Into bed without saying a word. Behind the curtain that divided the room she knelt upon the straw and drew from ner i.ieast the little medals of St. Mary, pressing them to her lips. "Mama," she murmured, "you who are near to the Good God. Do not forget poor Bibette." One day the little cripp'e formed a resolution. She would go to the town. The father would beat her perhaps when she returned, but what of that, was she not used to it? In the dawn of morning while the old man slept, she dressed herself in haste and put on her big brown cloak to hide her rags. Then she crept noiselessly out of the bouse and into the highway. 1 he road was long, she grew weary, but . was. she not on her way to the one aha loved, the one being who had spoken to her of love, who had given her one fleeting glimpse of the heaven of happiness? She strode on Courageously and it was midday when she saw in the distance beyond the blue Rhone the white belfries of the town. She soon reached the first out-lying bouses with red tiled roofs. But whom was she to address ? Who would tell her how to find the one she sought? What did , she know about him! Nothing. " Still eh wandered on through the winding narrow streets in the vain hope of meeting htm with ber head bowed on ber breast, tier face all rosy with shame, as if she thought the people must known her mission. - Suddenly she recalled one day when she was a child she had visited the town with ber mother. They had passed through an alley bordered with tall trees and had paused before a great gilt fence tn front of a building with innumerable windows. There was music in the air aud the soldiers in their red pantaloons coming and going. So she walked and walked through every alley where the moss covered walls shut out the sun, past the white cemetery, where she paused to make the sign of the cross. Ah! she remembered the place bow. There stood the great chestnut trees, and beyond .under an old gray bridge the waters of the river flowed softly. There stood the tali building and the gilded gate where she had seen the soldiers coming ' and goin?. A soldier with his musket on his should er paced np and down before the en trance. Behind him on a wooden bench a group ot others were playing cards in the sun. A big white dog with his eyes half closed dosed at their feet Babette recoiled. She was afraid. All her courage abandoned her. She redden ed, trembled, felt the warm tsars fill her eyes. She drew near tha gnte with a feeling ot shame peering through the bars.' One ot the soldiers saw ber and nudged bis com- ' panion. The laughed noisily together. Babette stepped back confnawl, ahta the sergeant, an c A -few " with grey whiskers and a red nose, advanced and asked her what she wanted. She was speechiess. Come now, who do you want to see? he repeated. The other soldiers drew near from curi osity. Then Babette in a trembling voice mar- . mured: " Pardon me, Mr. Soldier." "Sergeant," he replied, twirling hi moustache. " Sergeant,- my dear, and ready to serve you. Come, dont tremble ' like that," more gentle. "Dont be afraid. Tell me do you seek some one?" On," bowing her head, while her heart was beating so hard that the words were faint. " Yes." " Who then?" " Monsieur Moreau,' straggling with her voice. "Moreau. Moreau!" thoughtfully. "Wait a moment Moreau? A big blond yes.it must be too same what! still another F he exclaimed. " Ah, the rascal !" Babette did not understand, bat it seemed as if aa icy Land was dutehlng her heart she raised her head and turned ber anxious eyes upon the old sergeant. And where is he!" folding her hiytt. "Oh, tar away, if he has been walking ail this time," with a laugh. " He haa been gone a month. He has served his time and has gone borne, over there far away beyond Lyons." Babette did not move. Her hands foQ limp at her side she was very pale, her heart had ceased to beat. , - Ob. she murmured, turning her sad eyes toward the sky. Then seeing that the soldiers were eyeing her curiously. " Thank you." she whispered and hastened away, anxious to be alone. Then when 6he was out ot si-ht of tie barracks and sure no one saw her. she sank dowiT"Sa a bench, her face pitifully white, her eyes fixed and dry. It seemed to ber as if some thing had broken in her breast and that she was about to die; and she thought it would be good to die, because there under the ground one forgot and no onesuffered. She rose and walked on. She passed tie cemetery, the gray ramparts and left the town. She must hurry home. Her father would beat her surely to-day and to-morrow and the next. Before her flowed the river, silently, gently. The water gave her a feeling of delicious repose. Babette strode on. and now she cried, the merciful tears flowed at ' last. She had no word or thought of re proach for the man who had deceived her into loving him, then coward like aban doned her. It was through him she had known the supreme joy of loving and being loved. He alone had spokes to her . as she had heard other men speak to -women. Did he lie? She would sot think ' so. She had believed. But it was a dream that had passed, a short sweet dream with a terrible awakening but the dream was so lowly, so good, so happy! What was she to hope lor now? The waters reflected . ber face, she smiled sadly. Who was she? A poor little hunchback who was toiecated through charity, a burden to others. wsom no one could ever love. The day declined. Beyond,- tho last houses of Aries had disappeared. She was alone now in the white and silent road. She was weary, she was sad. She saw before her that the great trees were be ginning to yellow. Stum the leaves would begin to fall, the swallows would wing their way beyond tho sea to find the sun aud Dowers. Empty nests would swing in ui uraat'oes, tue lucauoAvs ue in mourn ing. " ' - Why could she not go away too? She bad nothing to hope Tor. Her summer ot. happiness was over, its Is-autics fled like the swallows but the birds and flowers - would come back, her love dream, never. She recalled agaitt everything that had passed. The soft words, six .ken under neath the boughs In the silence of the the night, when the stars, seemed burning for her alone in the sky. The parting with tears and promises, aud then the abandon, th end of ber dream, the des pair of it all! She was goiug home to oe beaten again, to be mocked by the other girls. Then centlv sha knelt down. Joining hands. She made the sign ot the cross. casting a look where the towers of tho s town pointed like warning fingers sky. She walked down to the rim ot the waters. There she drew from hor breast . a bunch of faded, flowers and pressed them to her lips, closing her eyes, and i murmured softly without an accent ot reproach: - "Oh.Moreaur - The waters bubbled for a moment, then. . closed over her. The river resumed its r tranquil course and the waves beat softly against the shores, as it to reek -the poor . '' Uttlo body who had found sleep and for- getfulness in its blue deeps. And the luetics surreu oy tne mgnt wina seeateu , saying: . Sleep, Babette! Rest tired heart. " There is peace beyond!" - v. v; TPst. r. a. ' ' 1 ..ait? wuwuliuu iiiioe COITUS WOrkfi. fat". Trkm Kci-rvTria wa-m KnrnMf IW. 27. IjOSS $300,000. J'' -v v - v - ' - - ' ! k . '