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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;
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